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cyberels · 5 months

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IT WILL COME BACK

PLEASE GOD LISTEN TO IT WILL COME BACK BY HOZIER IT MAKES THE FIC BETTER GOD BLESS

(my requests are on btw plsss send fic ideas pleaseee)

PART TWO HERE CUZ MY DUMBASS FORGOT TO ADD IT my bad

summary: ellie hates one night stands, while you couldn’t care less. she barely manages to catch your name before you’re pulled away from her. she makes it her goal to find you again.

warnings: NSFW, MDNI!!!, drinking, language

(i am a whore for subby!ellie so that’s all i wrote in this fic, it’s all e!receiving)

wc: 2.4k

a/n: okay i so lied about the other fic it’s not done yet so take this one instead lol it’s my first time writing smut in years so… please be patient if it’s not good i will improve eventually 🙏 (i didn’t proofread this, sorry if it sucks LOL)

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The music's overwhelming, and you're certain your hearing's screwed, if it wasn’t already. The lights flash, illuminating the room and all the people in it. You'd been told this was just a small get together, so why are there so many people here? who goes all out for a fucking get together?

you stick to the corner of the room, sipping your drink occasionally while you pretend to scroll through your phone to look casual. originally, your plan was to stay home and study for finals, but you agreed to go because your friend had promised she'd be with you the whole time.

“come onnnnn, don’t be lame. just fuck someone and have a good time, you’ve been studying for like yearsssss.” your friend pleaded. somehow she was already drunk.

“i’m not really in the mood for a hookup—“

“liar, your ass was swiping through tinder not even 30 minutes ago.” she grins at you, “look, let’s just go to the party, yeah? have a good time and shit, get fucked up… maybe get fucked, you feel me?”

“you’re stupid and i hate you.”

“you love me.”

…unfortunately for you, your friend's plan to stick with you only lasted about 15 minutes before she saw her old fling and disappeared up the stairs with them, so you're on your own now. great.

screw it. might as well have some fun, too. you push yourself off the wall, discarding your empty cup on some random shelf, and immediately going to grab another drink to replace it. you look around, maybe a hookup wouldn’t be so bad?

you never believed in divine timing, but you lock eyes with a girl that’s sitting on the couch across from you right when you decide to find someone to fuck. you can’t bring yourself to look away; you’re too dumbfounded that there’s a girl here that’s literally the human embodiment of your type.

the girl smiles back at you, also not breaking eye contact. she beckoned for you to sit down on the couch next to her.

ellie was never the type for one night stands, if she was gonna fuck someone, she’d want them back for more later. but there was just something about the way your outfit hugged your body that made her not care at the moment.

ellies previous situationship had gotten a girlfriend without warning, so needless to say she was in the market for someone else to take her spot. when she saw you and the way you were looking at her like she was the only girl at this stupid party, she figured you were just as desperate for sex as she was right now.

you carry your shot of don julio back as you flop onto the seat across from the girl. you quickly take the shot, being unable to stop the cringe on your face as the alcohol burns your throat. real smooth, she’s definitely gonna wanna fuck you now—

“can’t handle your tequila?” she teased, leaning closer to you so she was able to be heard over the music.

“shut up, i can’t help that it tastes like fucking nail polish remover.”

ellie laughs at your response, and you swear you’ve never heard something so fucking cute before in your life. you try to play it cool, but the way she’s looking at you is making you practically drool. you tense as you unintentionally conjure up a mental image of her hands up your shirt, her lips on your skin, her fingers in your—

“at least it gets the job done.”

you blink a few times, her voice ripping you from your fantasy, “yeah, it does. ‘specially don julio, that shits like a hundred bucks a bottle.”

“and it’s worth every fucking penny, dude.”

you hadn’t expected to be fantasizing about some random girl fucking you, but… here you were. maybe it’s the tequila, or the few drinks you had beforehand, but you decided you absolutely needed this girl despite only speaking two goddamn sentences to her.

your eyes fall to the hallway, moving towards an empty bedroom door, and then back to the girl. you never were a fan of small talk, anyways.

ellie’s breath catches when she follows your gaze to the bedroom. she had been hoping for a distraction from the party, and she was just as eager for you as you were for her.

“wanna go talk in there?” you smiled, nodding towards the room. “it’s quieter.”

the girl grins back, not bothering to answer, just getting up and grabbing your hand, leading you into the bedroom.

usually you’d try to learn her name first, or at least learn more about her, but not tonight, not with her. you needed her as quickly as possible.

you barely let her lock the door before you push her roughly onto the bed, a mischievous smile spreading across your face as you move your body to straddle hers. “you sure you wanna do this?”

“yeah, i’m sure.”

“perfect. gonna be good and let me take control?”

ellie's eyes widened. she’s not normally the submissive type, but… tonight was a different game, and you were hot, so she simply nodded in response as you moved to press kisses into her neck.

you shake your head, pulling away from her for a moment, “nuh uh, not a good enough answer. use your words.”

“mmh— i’ll be good, i’ll let you take care of me.” ellie chokes out, heat pooling between her legs already, and all she wants is to grab your hand and shove it down her pants.

“perfect, good girl.” you coo, rolling your hips and dragging your crotch over hers, your jeans colliding with her sweatpants. your movements are slow and deliberate, you know exactly what you’re doing.

you brush your lips over hers, but you don’t kiss her, instead you move to the side of her face, leaving a trail of kisses across her jawline.

ellie whimpers, “teasin’ me.”

you laugh in response, “maybe i am, pretty girl. you’re gonna have to prove you deserve it before i give you more.”

the noises she made in response go directly to your clit, and if you weren’t having so much fun teasing the girl, you’d be touching yourself right about now.

the other girl grabbed the hem of your shirt, forcing your lips against hers. you moan into the kiss, tangling your hands in her hair and pulling slightly.

ellies so enamored that she doesn’t even realize your knee slipped between her thighs, and she instinctively pulls away as you press your knee further into her, “fuck, ah— s’good, baby.”

you grin, moving your knee up and down slowly, “you like that?”

“yeah, i fucking— shit, baby, fuck—“

you barely give ellie the opportunity to speak before you replace your knee with your hand.

you trail your kisses down to the hem of her pants, smiling up at her, “this alright?”

“fuck yeah it is.”

you giggle, continuing to move your hand slowly against the other girls clothed slit as you place more kisses onto her thigh.

after a moment, you pull back and tug on her pants, “need these off of you.”

you know you sound desperate, but you don’t care.

ellies cunt aches at the absence of your touch, so she quickly obliges, leaving just her boxers on, “take yours off too, babe, please. wanna see you.”

you want to deny her and play your game a little longer, but there's something about the way she’s looking at you, eyes watery and half-lidded, that makes it impossible to say no, “only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

soon enough, both of you were left in just your underwear and bra, and you thank god you wore a cute set tonight. the only regret you have is not bringing your strap, because god do you want to get this girl pregnant.

“so fucking hot.” you say, moving back so you could see her whole body. you move your hand to trace along her tattoo, and you smile at her, “you’re so fucking pretty.”

ellie whimpers again, and she moves your hand back to her throbbing clit, “more.”

“m’not done admiring you.” you say, “you can wait a little while longer.”

you lean closer to her again, pushing her bra back slightly and sucking on the skin, leaving small red marks across her chest.

at this point, ellie is certain she cannot wait any longer, her legs squeezing together to try and get some friction. “mmh, can’t wait baby, need you now. please— fuck, oh my god— please, baby.”

you push her legs back open, giggling, “you’re so cute when you’re needy. stop moving, m’gonna take care of you eventually.”

your move so your head is in between the other girls thighs, and you place gentle kisses on the girls legs, leaving more red marks every now and again.

“fuck, please touch me, you’re killing me— you can’t do this to me. fuck.”

you grin, you hand hovering over the girls crotch now, just barely touching her, “you’re such a little slut for me, aren’t you? you don’t even know my name and you’re still begging me for more.”

ellie presses your hand down further into herself, she’s getting tired of waiting, “god, babe— please, i need it. please baby, i’m bein’ good, please.”

you bite your lip to stifle a moan, “so fucking hot when you beg.”

your hand moves to her clit, and you rub small circles into her. you’re moving painfully slow, but you can’t let her win just yet, you like hearing her whimper. “so wet already, pretty girl. you’re turning into my bitch, huh?”

you’d be lying if you said you weren’t wet too, and the sounds of ellies moans aren’t helping your case, but ellie doesn’t need to know that right now.

ellie goes to say something in response, but you don’t give her the chance, you speed up your movements, and she whines pathetically into the pillow she has pressed up against her face.

“not— not fair.” she whimpers, “fuck, faster— m’ gonna—“

“not yet.” you say, stopping what you were doing and tugging off her boxers. you’re certain you know the answer, but you ask again, “this alright?”

“mhm.” ellie replies, biting her lip, she can’t bring herself to say anything more. she wants this so bad.

you discard her boxers on the floor, and then bring your head in between her thighs again, “want you to cum in my mouth.”

ellie nods eagerly, and once again moves to press your face into her cunt. she forgets she’s in public for a second, unable to hold back her moans. she’s lucky the music's loud, because god she felt like she was going crazy with how good it felt.

you lick a stripe into her already sopping wet slit, and after a minute, you get to work. the second you stop teasing her, it only takes a few seconds for her to cum all over your face.

the noises she makes as she finishes make it hard for you to focus on anything else, your own clit begging for her touch, but before you do anything else, there’s a bang on the door.

you can’t hear exactly what the person outside is saying, but you’re able to hear one word, cops.

well, fuck, at least the other girl got to finish. you’d definitely be taking care of yourself once you got home.

“shit, i’m sorry.“ the girl starts, grabbing your clothes and throwing them towards you before putting hers on, “usually i wouldn’t just—“

“it’s fine.” you insist, “i’m just glad i got to make you feel good.”

ellie could die, right there on the spot. you look so fucking hot, and right now she was yearning to return the favor and make you feel good, too. “what’s your name?”

you smile and tell her, and then start to ask for hers, but you’re interrupted by the banging starting again. you grab her hand once you both are clothed, and run out of the house.

it didn’t take long before your friend spotted you, pulling you away from the girl and into the uber she called.

“dude, who the fuck would call the cops? it wasn’t that loud of a party— uh, dude, your shirts on backwards.”

“my wh—“ you look down, and sure enough, it is on backwards. that's…. embarrassing. “oh, well, um—“

“—no way! you— with who?! i thought you said you weren’t in the mood for that? you’re such a liar!”

“i don’t know her name.” you admit, brushing your hands through your hair, “wish i did. the cops got called before i could… y’know.”

you didn’t want to say anything further, deciding to spare the poor uber driver of knowing the details of your sex life.

“maybe you’ll find her again, it’s not that big of a town.”

“maybe. but it’s no big deal if i don’t. i don’t normally keep track of my hookups.”

“yeah, but usually you get to finish, too.” she counters.

“it’s whatever, i don’t mind.” you shrugged, and it was the truth. you had toys at home that would satisfy you enough, you’d just use them.

and that’s exactly what you did when you got home.

you turned on the shower and cleaned yourself up when you were done. usually your hookups don’t stick with you like this, but this girl was just so damn hot, and the way she begged— god. you figure you should probably think of something else, because you’re gonna make a mess of yourself again if you keep going like this.

when you hopped into bed, you still couldn’t get the image of her out of your head. this… wasn’t normal for you.

you even fucking dreamt of her that night, and you cursed at yourself once you woke up, because now you were aching for her touch once more.

stupid, you think, i’m so stupid. can’t get attached, don’t even know her name.

luckily enough for you, you don’t have to worry about that much longer. when you open your phone, there’s a dm waiting for you.

…how the fuck?

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techs-goggles9902 · 2 months

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Hi. I read that you're in your Captain Rex phase, so for a request, how about he x F! Kix's assistant doctor where is her birthday and Hardcase, Fives and Jesse convince her to celebrate on 79s. She doesn't drink, so when she does this for the first time she ends up confessing her feelings for Rex to his brothers and at that moment he listens. Rex takes her home and takes care of her. And maybe when she's sober they can talk about it, and she finds out that Rex feels the same way about her. ♥️

I Like You - Rex/f!medic reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! SEE MASTERLIST FOR DETAILS. I WRITE FOR ALL LISTED FANDOMS BTW

Warnings: alcohol, mentions of syringes (but not used, just thrown away)

Word count: 1544 (dialogue heavy)

A/N: sorry I took a few days! It took me a while to figure out how to write this since I’ve never drank or anything, so a lot of googling! I hope this is what you meant! I’d be happy to rewrite it if you’re not happy!!! ❤️

“Stitches!”

You turn at the call of your name. Well, nickname. Ever since the Republic needed more medics and you came into the 501st family, that’s been your name. The men gave each other names, and they saw fit to give you your own.

“Fives, hey. Did you need somethin’?” You ask as you pick up another discarded syringe from underneath a gurney. The last battle was brutal, with so many fatalities. So many men. Troopers. Friends. Brothers.

“What, I can’t just come and say hi to my favorite medic for no apparent reason?” He smirks. You give him a look.

He folds, “Fine. Well… ‘Case and Jesse told me it was your birthday. Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want to make a fu-”

“Don’t lie. I know how you and the other nat-borns avoid birthdays around us. It’s not like we’ll get offended, Stitch. It’s your birthday!” Fives grins and shakes your shoulders enough to make you smile back.

You give him that little shy smile of yours and his gaze softens from excited to empathetic.

“Can we take you out tonight? Not as a date, of course. You have someone in mind for that, don’t you, Stitch?” He waggles his eyebrows at you.

“Shhh! Shut up, we don’t talk about that…”

“Okay, fine. But, please, Stitch? Hardcase and Jesse would be devastated. You don’t want to crush their hearts, do you? Do you?”

“Oh, Fives, you… Fine! I can’t take your begging and pleading. You’re buying,” you say with a grin, walking away to discard the syringe. Fives follows you.

“We have a couple hours until we get home, so… Uh… Do what girls do,” he says.

“Okay, okay! Get out of here already, Maker…” You laugh as Fives hugs you from behind and runs out of the medbay before you can throw anything at him.

Why did I even say yes? I’ve never even touched alcohol and now I’m surrounded by it. I swear, if I’m dragged back to the barracks, I’m killing all three of those idiots.

“Stitch! Over here!” You’re called from a small booth in the back of 79’s. You’ve been to this bar a multitude of times over your two year career in the 501st, but you’ve ever had a drink here. You were, as Hardcase calls it, the designated driver.

You approach the booth, weaving between drunk troopers, their civilian dance partners, and server droids. Fives, Hardcase, and Jesse already had drinks in their hands as you slid in the booth next to Jesse.

“Finally made it. Ordered you a drink,” Hardcase says with his little grin.

“Too kind, good sir,” you retort, shoving Jesse to give you more room in the booth. He shoves back with a smirk.

The server droid quickly delivers your drink, a colorful cocktail with various sugary fruits on skewers balancing on the rim of the glass.

“How can you guys even afford this?” Your jaw goes slack at the sight of the drink.

“Bill it to the Republic!” Fives yells, raising his own glass in the air. Hardcase and Jesse reciprocate, thrusting their glasses in the air, spilling a bit of its contents on the table top.

“Sure, sure, yeah,” you giggle, slightly raising your glass so you don’t knock off the fruits.

It started with the cocktail. Then a few shots of Spotchka. Then some Corellian ale you’ve seen in holo-commercials. The four of you couldn’t even walk straight, but did it matter? It was your birthday and your first time experiencing the feeling of alcohol flowing through your veins.

The buzz kept you upright, kept you awake, kept you partying.

What if he was here… heh, we’d have fun… A lot of fun.

“So, who’s this mystery man we’ve had to hear so much about, Stitch?” Hardcase slurs.

“Oh my Maker… He’s. So. Fine. No, seriously, you don’t understand, ‘Case. And, he’s so nice…” you sigh dreamily.

“Oh, it’s me?” Jesse laughs.

“No… c’mere,” you beckon, the three clones leaning in with wide eyes. “It’s Rex.”

“Ha! I knew it! Stitch likes Rex!” Fives cackles, raising his empty glass in the air. Hardcase’s eyes go wide and he nudges Fives’ ribs with his elbow and points to something, or someone, behind you, in front of them.

“Wha… Oh. Hey, Captain… Didn’t know you were gonna be here…” Fives says, quickly lowering his arm, his face turning a deep scarlet.

Your breath stops halfway to your lungs, your blood running cold. Did he just say captain-

“Different Rex, of course. You know, that one dude… He’s uh… Over there somewhere…” Hardcase quickly says, pointing somewhere across the dimly lit bar. Fives and Jesse turn their attention there as well, all murmuring under their breath about the nonexistent other Rex.

“Okay, I think Stitch has had a bit too much to drink tonight. You’re obviously not getting home by yourselves anytime soon,” Rex says, curling his fingers around your upper arm and easing you to your feet.

“Rex, I, uh…”

“Stitch, don’t worry about it. Let’s get you home, yeah? Let you sober up for the night,” Rex gently pulls you away from the booth, the drunk trio of clones still trying to point out the different Rex. None of them notice as Rex takes you out the backdoor.

“What’s your passcode?” Rex asks as he comes to a stop at the door of your apartment, ready to type in your code.

“7-5-6-7,” you recite, your cheeks burning a bright pink. Rex raises his brows with a little chuckle and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you.

“Let’s get something non-alcohol related into your system. You have water in the conservator?” He asks, gently pushing you onto a kitchen chair.

“Mmhmm.”

He finds a bottle of water and a ration pack, opens both, and places them in front of you.

“I want them both gone,” he firmly says as he slides in the seat across from you. He watches, making sure you eat and drink everything. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”

He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said-

“Thanks.”

Once the ration pack is eaten and the glass is empty, Rex cleans up, ordering you to the bedroom. You sit on the bed, not wanting to go and find your pajamas, not wanting to clean off your makeup.

“C’mere,” his soft voice coos. It’s music to your ears, the way his accent makes him pronounce the sounds just a tad differently.

He grabs a wipe from your adjacent bathroom and gently wipes away the cosmetic gunk you painted on your face. You just barely hear him whisper, “Don’t see why you need it. You’re beautiful without it.”

The words bring warmth to your chest, butterflies to your stomach, happy thoughts to the mushy thing between your ears. He called me beautiful…

He turns away as you change into just your undershirt, hiding the rest of your body beneath the covers of your bed.

“Ah ah! Not on the stomach or back. Your side, Stitch,” he says, turning around and pushing you onto your side, piling pillows to keep you in position.

“But what if I like sleeping on my tummy?” You ask, trying to roll over to face him. He sighs.

“And you think I’m a difficult patient?”

“But… What if I get uncomfy?”

“Hon, lie still, please.”

“Bu-”

“No.”

You pout, jutting out your bottom lip. Rex smiles. “You’re cute like this. Get some sleep, Stitch.”

He called me cute…

Waking up with a skull crushing headache made you rethink going out in the first place. The nausea hits you as you sit up, your head spinning. The Coruscant sun spills through your translucent curtains, illuminating your bedroom.

The sounds of passing speeders whirling past your windows are muted by the durasteel walls. Someone, a man, sits in the chair beside your window, his face is slowly revealed as the sun rises higher.

Rex… he stayed with me… Aw, he’s sleeping…

“Mmm… Finally ‘wake…” he says, his husky voice laced with sleep. His eyes crack open and his drowsy hazel irises look upon yours. “Feeling okay?”

“Did… Did you sleep there?”

“Mmhmm… I didn’t wanna intrude. It’s your bed,” he says, rubbing his eyes with his calloused hands. “But how do you feel?”

“Hungover, I guess.”

“First time?”

You nod. “About what I said last night…”

“Hey, no. Don’t apologize, okay? I… like you, as well, Stitch,” Rex says, coming over and sitting beside you on your bed, the mattress dipping beside you.

“I- What? You do?” Your eyes widen, everything that happened, every little thing he cooed in your ear the previous night, all of it comes back. He called you cute. Beautiful.

He nods, wringing his hands in his lap, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He turns slightly to face you, the two of you subconsciously leaning in. Your lips part as your eyes drift down to his own lips, his tongue quickly wetting them.

“I really like you, Stitch…” He murmurs as he leans in closer.

“I really like you, to-” You’re shut up by his lips pressing against yours.

Maybe I won’t kill the idiot trio, afterall…

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satoruzlove · 1 year

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hello! i recently found your account and i love every bits of stories you write! can i request something like atsumu, sakusa, and suna having an underground garage with over 12 cars or more? and their s/o jokingly claims that they love them only because of their money and cars? lol idk, you can decide about the other details. i would just love to read something like this. i hope you understand my messy and clumsy imagination :' )

i hope you have a good day/night! merry christmas also! 🥰❤️‍🔥

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I LITERALLY SAW THIS AND DIIIIEEED ANON CUS I RLY LIKE THIS IDEA, and THANK U MWAAAH IM SO GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING <333 HUGS & SUGAR COOKIES 4 U. i’m sorry about how fawking late this is & i rly hope u do like this- it took me a whole while to rly grasp what i wanted to do with this glorious prompt, i wrote a lot these past few days BUT WHATEVER HERE U ARE MY WONDERFUL BUBBLE ANON ( cute af choice btw)

LET ME RIDE ?

[k. sakusa , r. suna , a. miya ]

- suggestive at some parts , boys with cars, praising and touchiness ( kiyoomi ) , alcohol and FLIRTINGGG ( atsumu’s ), friends to lovers & lots of tension ( rintarou ) , also kiyoomi is called a sugar daddyLMAO but he isn’t i swear -

KIYOOMI SAKUSA ::

your boyfriend is meticulous in every aspect of his life. his looks, his health, his belongings- everything. from the way he keeps his clothing folded to how he cares for his multiple expensive , beautiful race cars. as a pro athlete it’s expected of him to have such things , but you’d never expect to see how he handles them with such care - almost as if they were people. he gets them serviced and checked every other month, and polishes the luxurious leather of the seats frequently. when you two were dating, he often picked you up from work in different cars each time - claiming to want to make you look like you were some kind of vip. although, whenever you requested to drive one of them, he’d give you a look. it’s not that he didn’t trust you, he just knew that you couldn’t drive for shit and there’s no way he letting you do trial and error on his multi million dollar mobile.

that’s how you got here ; standing beside him as he folds away some of his summer clothes and practically begging him to let you drive one of his babies. “i’ll even let you tell me how to drive, kiyo, you can be my instructor,” you whine softly. he muttered a ‘nope’ popping the ‘p’ to emphasise his adamancy on the topic. you tugged his shirt sleeve, nearly forcing his dark eyes onto you- before he even knew it, he was convinced. the thick lashes surrounding the swimming, sparkly pool of your irises bored up at him only interrupted momentarily by you blinking.kiyoomi’s eyebrows crunched , mimicking the way his heart squeezed in his chest, despite knowing you just wanted to use his car. he let out a loud, dramatic sigh before running a hand over his face. “fine, you can use one. i will be there, i will tell you what to do and i definitely will stop you if you screw up,okay?” your boyfriend bossed. you smiled up at him, “nono! you can just teach me yourself, i’ll pretend i don’t even have my license,” and when you saw the bored look on his face you added to your statement,” to y’know, ease your mind.”

kiyoomi poked his cheek with his tongue , only to stop a smile from forming on his face. “go get dressed into like,” he paused for a second, his tone questioning when he continued, “..driving clothes..?” and you laughed at that. happily you got dressed and headed to the lowest level of your two story house- the underground.as the sleek metal doors opened, multiple shiny, elegant cars came into view but kiyoomi made a beeline for one in particular. she was black, a two seater that had neon green highlights on her gorgeous sides. “ porshe 2022 911 gt3,” he muttered, slender fingers lightly brushing over the glossy hood. you gawk for a second, “ i have no idea what that is, but holy shit,” you mutter. he huffs a laugh before unlocking the machine.

you hop into the drivers seat, and kiyoomi stares you down. you nearly choke under his gaze , “ don’t tell me you changed your mind,” you challenge him. he laughs- heartily almost- until a smirk overcomes his pretty face. “ you said i could teach you, didn’t you? get up. you’re gonna be on my lap.” his tone is smooth, weight panging in your tummy as you process what he said. your hands hesitantly slide off the steering wheel, allowing him to get in. he adjusts his weight with his hips, hands resting on his upper thighs until he pats them. “ come,” he says, “ sit , we don’t have all day.”

you oblige, your own thighs caged by his as his hands find home on yours. he’s guiding them to the wheel, you observe. “ i’ll worry about clutch, acceleration and breaks. you just steer and change gears for me , okay?” you notice his tone is soft, gentle because of how close he is to your ear. his breath hovers right over the shell of your ear. you nod, and he turns the key in the ignition. little lights and buttons exert an array of colour- almost tempting you to press them. he revs the engine - a low, prolonged echo ringing throughout the underground garage and vibrating your intertwined forms. you close your eyes and soon you come to understand just why your boyfriend loves his cars.

“you know,” you mutter, head dropping onto his shoulder, “‘might steal this thing and flee the fuckin’ country. it feels so-,”,” freeing, huh?” he practically steals the words from your mouth. you nod, smiling breathlessly, “ exactly,” before continuing ,” maybe you being away so much isn’t that bad , considering how my friends think you’re my sugar daddy,” and your boyfriend scoffs. a thick, black brow raised,” atsumu was right, you really do want me for my money.” kiyoomi chuckles, earning another giggle from you. dreamily , you sigh, “ absolutely, you’re my lovely little sugar daddy,” kiyoomi’s body shakes with laughter and his dimples cave in- you swear you get butterflies every time they do.the warm up light on the car goes off and from that point , the drive was smooth sailing.

you didn’t go far , seeing as your house was quite far from anything else , you had a lot of room. you drove mainly around your area. you two had come to a park, very secluded and probably privately owned, and you parallel parked. kiyoomi’s lowered his head , muttering a ,” you’re really good at this, dunno why i was so worried. even i struggle to parallel park sometimes,” he admits shyly. you smile, but you don’t miss the way he gazes at you as your eyes train on the park just outside the window. as soon as your head turns, you’re met with kiyoomi. his lips on yours. your lover’s hand is on the back of your head- guiding you like he was as you drove- and his latter hand on your waist. for a moment he broke away, nose smushing against yours. “did so good for me today,” he muttered against you. you had no time to reply or even be surprised at his remark, as he dove in for another kiss. this one was hungrier, more passionate and less shy than before. of course, you followed the pace happily.

his lips left yours with a deep exhale , “ move to the passenger seat,” he instructed, “‘ wanna get us home real fast, gonna continue this in a more comfortable setting, yeah?” and as you moved, tumbling over the gear stick and quickly plopping yourself onto said seat, “gonna take my time with you, yn.” you heard from kiyoomi as he revved the car once more. you were definitely in for a ride.

SUNA RINTAROU ::

suna rintarou is your best friend. you’ve known eachother since child hood and have gone through absolute hell together. puberty, your first crushes, the trauma’s of young adulthood, dealing with the miya twins. you started liking him in middle school, only ever telling aran about it and swearing him to secrecy. you couldn’t tell if suna liked you, you knew that if he did feel the same he’d never tell you, because that’s how he was. any person he’s ever entertained had the same complaint , that he didn’t know how to express his feelings properly and they couldn’t take how badly he blows at communicating.

you don’t understand, and you could never ; because he knows how to communicate with you. you two have an inexplainable bond- and he doesn’t feel the suffocating, degrading feeling in his chest when he talks to you about how he feels. he trusts you with everything. he always has, he has no trouble telling you.

he trusts you with everything, except his cars. all 11 of them.

which is why you slapped his arm when he showed you his underground garage , claiming to ‘ wanna show you something really, really cool ’ he wasn’t lying. his black t shirt seemed to look godly under the stage lights of his garage, as he strolled next to you- taking in his collection and carefully watching your pupils blow in awe. “ you’re such a dick, rin,” you laugh, “ i can’t believe you kept this from me, knowing damn well i’d give my left tit to drive one of these” he snorts, head throwing back and eyes scrunching at your choice of words. he comes to a halt infront of a shimmery, matt- finished car. you eyes drag over the hood, the cat- like head lights and your eyes scrunch up in delight at the ‘ mommy’s boy’ sticker barely in sight. “ it’s a-“,” mclaren, 765lt right ?”

his moss green eyes betray the stoic look on his face. they widen, sparkling in amusement. “ i always forget that you have no friends and read all day,” he feigns a sugary sweet tone. you shove him by the hip, toddling over to the passenger seat. “stop being an ass and take me for a drive.” you sigh. rin tries to ignore how right it feels to have you in his passenger seat , the way his mind quickly flicks images of you two going out at odd hours for icecream, his hand in a wedding ring- your wedding ring- on the gear stick. “ rintarou, come back to earth!” you bark laughter, now infront of him. his eyes screw shut and widen, he hadn’t even realised that he zoned out. he’s looking down at you, eyebrows raised as he attempts to ease out of his daze.

“stop being so bossy, you little tree stump,” he mumbles, making his way to the driver’s side door. it slides open smoothly, and he practically jumps inside. as you do the same, a smell- his smell- envelopes you. old spice and a tinge of something sweet. you both reach for the radio at the same time, and as his hand makes contact with yours he nearly jumps away as if your hands were a burning hot coal. he clears his throat, starting the car and ignoring the furious flutter i the pit of his stomach. you connect your phone, skipping through your playlist. you finally choose a song, and rintarou swears he could fall over and giggle like a little girl at your choice.

“love you like a brother, treat you like a friend,

respect you like a lover, oh,oh,oh”

your best friend’s eyes flit over to yours, only for him to spot you lip syncing the words of the song. as he pulls out the drive way he imagines you- calling him your lover, holding him, kissing him, being his. he smiles softly when you turn to him, lip syncing the words with conviction. “ if you be the cash, i’ll be the rubber band,” you mumble along with the song, hands coming out to poke him to punctuate your words. he mirrors you, eyebrows lifting as he sings.”painter baby you could be the muse, im the reporter baby-,” you two look at eachother in unison, your hands finding his cheeks,” you could be the news,” and for a moment, he doesn’t realise that you’re holding him so sweetly.

when the chorus comes, you two sit in silence as he pulls over to a mcdonald’s drive through. it’s quiet,lights of the glowing sign washing you with hues of colour and making you look of another world. you turn to him, boredly saying, “ you’re not so bad if we get to do this ,” and he rolls his eyes. he clicks his tongue , “ you’re literally like inlove with me, shut up,” he jests. your eyes don’t move for a moment, neither does your body, until you mutter a ‘true’ and turn away like it’s nothing.

rintarou waits for you to make a joke- but you don’t.

his face is pink, your tone was so genuinely that he could believe what you said. that he could think you’re being serious. he sips his sprite, “ good.” he replies to you. whether you were kidding or not, it’s a safe response. you sit there in silence for hours, and for once, rintarou isn’t properly communicating with you ; because he values you too much. too much to lose you, too much to love you, because he doesn’t know how. he’ll take you for drives as much as you want- forever even- if it means he gets to keep you.

ATSUMU MIYA ::

you and your lover stumbled into his mansion, a heap of giggles and whiskey flavoured kisses. atsumu’s grip on your hips is hard, loving , equal parts stable as he ushers you down to his garage. the blond smiles at you, lovesick, “thank you for coming back with me, sweet cheeks,” he mumbles. you giggle, eyes shiny and doe like- not a single thought behind them- “ thank you for inviting me, tsumu,” you mewl in response. he grows tired of stumbling and picks you up, earning a girly giggle, and practically running down the stairs with you. “ tsumu!” you laugh heartily, tears in your eyes as he nearly falls but somehow manages to keep you off the ground. he gets up sloppily, converse squeaking against marble floors right before he enters the garage. the man puts you down, planting a disgustingly wet kiss on your cheek and rubbing it with his large, calloused thumb.

he spreads his beefy arms, “ welcome to my pride and joy,” he stumbles a bit, “ apart from you, and my dog, my babies of course” he smiles. your lips part in awe looking at them all, and he smirks with pride. you feel playful - “ glad i gave you a chance, babes, this is really impressive. might just marry you for all this,” you say. he raises his eyebrows, a smile on his face and the apples of his cheeks rising, closing the gap between you he gets so close that you smell your favorite champaigne on his breath. “well baby, if it’s the money you want i’ll give it you. cant say ‘no’ to the prettiest baby in the world, can i?” his eyes are glazed under the influence, but his tone sounds so kind. so tender with you. you knew that atsumu would put the ocean in the sky for you, but something about him saying made you fall for him again. your blond lover melts at the blush on your cheeks, and backs away again.

when he drags you to a car you pull him to a halt. “ tsum,” you say, “ we can’t drive- we had alcohol,” you say. atsumu laughs , grabbing your neck gently and placing yet another sloppy kiss on your cheek, “ i wanna make out with you in my car, honeybunch, not drive,” he slurs. he gets in the back seat,hauling you onto his thick thighs and kneading at your hips. “ so gorgeous, so handsome , so perfect for me,” he says in-between kisses placed lovingly on your puffy lips. “ my good baby, my baby.” he’s babbling, mindlessly saying whatever his heart desires, “ mine, mine, mine,” he continues, like a mantra , sacred and ancient- like the only thing that he knows.

he kisses your lips hungrily and squeezes your sides, as if to keep you and this moment in his grasp forever. the leather under you is hot with passion and affection, the most innocent lust he’s ever felt because you are worth everything. whether it’s all his money or his entire soul- he’d give it all to you.

brain went wOmp for sakusa’ s i’m not sureeee how i feel. also not proofread cus my phone is dying but i rly rly like atsumu’s like woah. tbh i’m JUST NOT SURE ABOJT KIYOOOOOOMIS AAAAAAA but this was fun af !!! kiss kiss fall inlove

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Pink Venom #2 - l.dh

pairing: manipulator playboy!haechan x fem!reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, teasing, grinding, fingering, handjob, manhandling, cheating, someone getting in a coma, short cameo of an unannounced character, more drama than smut

wc: 5.4k

note: this was a bit rushed i’m sorry 😭😭

[ 5th January, 2021 ]

You lay in your bed with your arms crossed to your chest as you thought about what to wear for your date with Haechan. Yeah. I know. A date with Haechan. Never heard of it before right? But unfortunately, he’d found out that you were spying on him the other day and wanted to make up for it. Which was bringing you out on a date. Slowly, you got up from your laying position and walked towards your closet.

You flicked through your pieces of clothing before a sigh left your chapped lips. A top would be good. But a yellow sundress would be better. So with that thought, you grabbed onto one of your prettiest sunflower-decorated sundress and changed into just that. You did the simplest makeup look you could muster before reaching over to your phone and sitting right on top of your vanity. Right as you switched on your phone, there was a call from your boyfriend, Haechan.

“Hello?” You spoke into the phone. “Y/n. You ready?” he asked and you can hear slight excitement in his voice. “Yeah, I’m ready.” you said lazily as you played with your lipstick on the vanity. “Okay. I’ll pick you up in five.” and with that the call simply ended after you replied with a simple ‘Okay’ Haechan hadn’t told you where you’d be going so you were quite curious as to where he would take you.

Putting on your favourite sling bag (which was a gift from Hyuck btw), you left your room and waited for Haechan in your living room. Exactly five minutes later, there was a sound of a honk coming from outside and you knew it was your awaited lover. You walked towards your mirror that was hung up on a wall on the way to the front door before putting on your best poker face; a sign of showing how disappointed you are at him.

When you opened the front door, you didn’t expect to see him right behind it and the surprised look on your face was definitely obvious. As he grabbed onto your hand, he threw on a cute smile as he said, “You look beautiful.” before leading you to his car. He was quite of a gentleman when he’d opened the door of the passenger seat for you but to be honest, you wouldn’t even mind if he didn’t since you guys had been dating for quite a while.

You watched as he entered the driver’s seat next to you as he began driving to your destined location. “How are you?” was the first thing he said to you in the car. “Fine.” you answered, still with that poker face of yours. “Y/n, I’m sorry…” he probably noticed the way you hesitantly replied when he apologised. “For what?” you wanted to hear it from him himself. From Lee Donghyuck himself. You wanted him to comfess everything he’s done behind your back and beg for your forgiveness.

“For-For everything that I've done to y-”

“What have you done? Tell me.”

You almost laughed at the way his face dimmed in fear before you continued. “I-I don't want to spoil the mood. So for today, let's just act like nothing ever happened. Okay?” you reached over to his hand that was resting on the gear and played with his pretty fingers. “Okay...” and with that the drive to your date place was in complete silence. A few minutes had passed and the air was beginning to become heavy and awkward. So you decided to speak.

“How were you these past few weeks? Anything big happened?” you stared out the front window casually. "Uh... Nothing. Nothing really happened." he tapped the steering wheel in anxiousness. “I see.” and the awkwardness returned. A while later, Haechan finally parked his car in front of an unknown location. "Where are we? " you questioned once you left the car. “You like surprises don't you? Well, I've got a big one.” he whispered with a sinister smile before taking your hand in his and pulling you somewhere.

It was only 6 pm but it was already starting to get dark as you walked through the alleyway with Haechan guiding you. It seemed like forever and your boyfriend still hasn't stopped walking, so you decided to call him out for it. Stopping dead in your tracks, you halted your steps before tugging on Haechan’s hand. “We've been walking for 15 minutes. Where exactly are you taking me?” you heard the man in front of you sigh as he took a few steps closer to you. “We're almost there, don't worry. I'm not gonna do anything to you.”

It was quite odd that he mentioned possibly hurting you but you simply shrugged it off and continued your way down the path. Finally, you were lead to a hidden empty restaurant that seemed too expensive for any of you to afford. “Behold. Eiffel Love.” he turned to look at you with a proud smile plastered on his face. Indeed, the place was shaped like the Eiffel Tower. It was pointy at the top and from where you were standing, you could see a few seats there. The place was also well lit that you wondered why you've never seen it before.

Walking on, you looked around in awe. It was absolutely beautiful. Soft jazz was playing in the background and you could see a few baristas working on some coffees. Probably for themselves since the place was completely emply except for the many workers. Wait. Why is the place empty? “Hyuck?” you called for the man next to you which he simply replied with a happy hum. “Where's everyone?” you played with his fingers nervously. “What do you mean?" he looked at you with a raised brow. “I mean, why is it empty? We can't possibly be the only ones here.

“Oh I uh…” he scratched the back of his neck mid-sentence. “I reserved the whole place.”

“What?!”

You looked at him in pure shock. Lee Donghyuck reserved the whole restaurant just for a date? “You're joking.” you held his palm firmly. “You can't possibly be serious.” you ranted on. “I am! So you can choose to sit wherever you like.” he flashed a cute smile your way as he anticipated your reply. “I— Fine... Let's sit at the top so we can have some privacy.” you pulled him to the elevator (yes, it has an elevator) in the centre of the restaurant as you heard him mutter a small, “As you wish, princess.”

You chose to sit at the seat closest to the edge so you could get a good view of the beach opposite the restaurant. Just then, a waiter walked up to your table with an iPad in hand as he handed you the menu. As you scanned the menu, you took a quick look at the prices and holy fuck. Even the side dishes costs around £7. You gulped at the prices before you heard Haechan ordering sweet and sour ribs. After receiving expectant looks from your boyfriend, you quickly looked through the menu and ordered the cheapest dish there; Aglio Olio spaghetti which costs around £25.

The both of you thanked the waiter as he left with the menus. It wasn't long before you both started talking again. “It's been so long since we last went on a date. To be honest, I miss you. A lot.” he looked like he was holding back tears when he said that but you were smart enough to not fall for his immature acts. “Miss? Present tense?” you raised a brow and smiled teasingly at him. “Yes. Miss. I missed you then and I still miss you now.” he stared deeply into your eyes.

You didn't utter a single word. Instead, you simply smiled at him generously. You pondered around a thought heavily before finally releasing a heavy breath and meeting Haechan’s eyes. “Why did you do it?” your lips turned into a small frown. “I...” he looked around nervously as you anticipated his answer. “I… It was all just lust— Temporary lust. You didn't think it was actual love right?” he bit his lower lip softly. “Well obviously. Cause you're always with a different girl every time I see you.” smiling provocatively, you poured yourself and your boyfriend a glass of white wine before taking a small sip.

“Every time you see me?” he repeated. “So— this is not the first time?” Haechan questioned you. “Of course not, silly! You actually thought I've never seen you cheat on you me before this?”staring at his shocked face, you chuckled mockingly. “This is a nice place, you've brought me to. Good job.” you complimented his choice of location as you looked around the place once again. “Thank you.” his voice was a mere whiper and he looked completely defeated right now. A part of you felt mentally bad for him but he has to know what you felt before.

Just then, the same waiter from before came stopping by your table. “Butter Crab Aglio Olio and Sweet Sour Ribs?” he stated more than asked. “That’s right.” Haechan backed a bit from the two-seater table to allow the waiter to serve the dishes.

Right as he left, the both of you was once again awkward before the man in front of you decided to speak. “I'm sorry, Y/n.” you know he was afraid to meet your eyes because he was Iooking everywhere but you, trying his best to avoid your sharp gaze. As you were about to answer, he spoke again. “I really am. And— And I just want us to be like the old times when there was zero awkward tension between us. When the only ones we could see was each other. When all we did was love.”

“Then look at me. Look at me in the eyes and tell me you love me.”

You saw the way he hesitated to do so but with you pressuring him with your words, he finally gave in and looked at you full of sorry. “I love you, Y/n. And I know it’s not as easy for you to say it back or even forgive me right now but I just need you to know that there’s no one that can replace you or change the way I feel for you. I love you.” Now, do you know the problem you have whenever you’re with him? You always fall for his charms. You could never hate him even when he is found to be the worst human to ever exist. He's like venom. Addicting but dangerous. I guess you could call him the pink venom considering he did dye his hair pink a few days prior.

“I forgive you.”

[23rd February, 2021]

“Jeno, where the fuck is my skirt?!” you ran down the stairs hurriedly and glared at your brother. His shoulders raised and dropped as he continued scrolling through his phone. You were… annoyed? You took one of the cushions from the sofa Jeno was sitting on before hitting him in the head with it. He looked a bit taken aback by your bold move. “I know you hid it.” you crossed your arms in front of him “Hey— I have better things to do than hiding your tiny ass skirt!”

"It's not tiny— wait... How did you know…” right then, Jeno was seen sprinting down the hallway leading to his room. But fortunately, you were quick to catch up to him before he got the chance to slam the door on you. "Give it back or I'm telling mum." you frowned deeply at him. "Mum's not home.” Jeno slowly backed away from you and it went unnoticed by you when he secretly grabbed onto a pillow to protect himself with.

When you began taking small steps towards him, he took the same pillow and placed it in front of his body as he looked at you in fear. “Give it to me now.” reaching a hand between the both of you, you tapped your right foot impatiently. “Okay, fine! I took it! But I just didn't want you to wear it!” he confessed. “Why not?” your brows furrowed in confusion. “Because sister, it is the absolute tiniest skirt I've ever seen in all 21 years of my life!”

“‘Tis not!”

“‘Tis!”

“Whatever. Just return it back to me now.” you gestured to your waiting hand. “Then you have to promise me that you're not going to wear it.” Jeno has never looked this serious and you’re smart enough to know it's like begging for death if you dare to break a promise with Lee Jeno, “Fine I-I promise.” you eyed Jeno who abandoned the pillow he was holding and marched towards his walk-in closet before walking back out with a familiar black skirt in hold.

“My skirt!” you screeched in happiness and almost ran towards your brother but he managed to stop you before you could attempt anything. “You’re not going to wear it, right?” he asked for confirmation. “No, I’m not.” you but your lower lip eagerly. “Promise?” Once again, he asked you. “For fuck’s sake, Jeno! Yes, I promise!” This time, you furrowed your eyebrows and stared at him angrily. “Okay, okay, here.” he passed you the skirt distastefully and laid on this bed right after. “Get out.” Jeno pulled out his phone from his right pocket before scrolling through it once again.

Letting out a huff of annoyance, you walked out the door and slammed it shut. Nonetheless, you were happy you got your skirt back.

You paced around your room as you pondered on what to wear to an outing with a friend. More specifically, Romi. You turned your head to look at the folded black skirt on your study chair that Jeno forbade you to wear. You gulped at the sight of it and your hand itched to reach out for it, but your heart speaks louder than your mind and you knew you couldn’t. So you drifted your vision away from the item of clothing and left your room; heading towards your brother’s.

Knocking on the door softly, you pushed the door open just to see your brother laying asleep on his queen-sized bed. Soundlessly you walked over to him and shook his body, “Jeno.” you called out for him, “Jenooo,” you shook his figure harder and when he didn’t respond again, you simply slapped his right shoulder as you said, “You fucking dickhead. Wake the fuck up.” At that, he jolted awake into a sitting position and looked like he had just seen a ghost. “What the fuck, Y/n?” he furrowed his eyes at you as you took a few steps towards his closet and looked through his clothes. “Can I borrow one of your t-shirts?” you took a particular brown tee form the folded tees section and eyed it carefully. “What for?” Jeno questioned curiously from the outside of the closet. “Going out with Romi.” you simplified.

“This late at night? And what time are you coming home?”

“Relax, Jeno. It’s only half past nine. Plus we’re just going to watch a movie.” You shrugged. “No, you can’t. I’m not allowing you to.” He laid back on his bed and moved into his usual sleeping position. “You’re not Mum.” You crossed your arms, “Mum wouldn’t allow it.” his voice was causal and relaxed when he spoke to you. “I’ll call her then.” you insisted. “You don’t have to.” Jeno say up on his bed once again and glared at you warningly. “If I said no, then it means no. You can’t go out at this time of the day. So what I want you to do now is call that friend of your yours and tell her you can’t make it. Your brother doesn’t allow you to. Tell her to postpone it to tomorrow or some other time during day. Now, let me sleep in peace. Goodnight, sister. And close the door on your way out!”

You let out an annoyed huff and slammed the door after walking through it. As you entered your room, you reached over to your phone and called Romi. "Y/n! I was just about to call you. I don't think I can make it tonight. My father's feeling sick again. I'm sorry..." You can hear the guilt in her voice. "Oh, that's great. Not that your father's sick though, I really hope he gets better but I can't make it either. How about Saturday?" You continued postponing the date until the both of you reached a date that you're both available. Minutes passed and it's time you go to bed after ending the call.

[ 2nd March, 2021 ]

Haechan's arm slid around your waist as he peppered kisses onto your skin from behind. You were completely bare in front of him and you’d be embarrassed if it wasn't for the fact that you could literally feel him twitching against his pants under you. "Y/n..." you heard him moan against your burning skin. His hand that was on your waist quickly reached over to your red clit before playing with it between his fingers. You let out a frustrated whine at the feeling. you couldn't remember the last time you felt this good.

"Hyuck..." your voice turned out shaky when his hand began moving faster. He simply hummed as a response to your call; knowing very well what you needed. You were so close to your release that you could feel it in your throat. Suddenly, you felt a finger slide into your leaking hole and that's when you were sure you were gonna break. But it's never that easy when it's Haechan you're fucking with. Your boyfriend seemed to always know when you're close so when you began shaking in his hold, he swiftly pulled away his hand and smeared you wetness on your inner thighs.

"Fuck you, Lee Donghyuck."

"That's what I'm trying to do."

"Lame."

"Not for me." Even with your back facing him, you knew he had a proud smirk plastered on his face and you were so close to elbowing him from the front. You were slowly getting impatient when he kept stalling so you held Haechan's thighs and and started grinding on his crotch as lewd sounds escaped your parted lips. "Oh fuck..." he mumbled lowly into your right ear which send a shiver down your spine. The gesture lasted for a few long minutes and you could sense that he was enjoying this a little too much. So you had to speak up. "Donghyuck..."

"Yes, baby?"

"N-Need you..." you pressed your ass a tab bit harder on him. "Yeah? Can't hold it any longer?" At that, you shook your head vigorously as tears began streaming down your hot cheeks. "No... Please, I need you in me... S-So bad..."you heard a raspy groan from behind you and by then, you knew you had him. "Shit. That's it." He lifted you off of his lap before manhandling you onto the bed with him on top of you. "I always preferred you on top. But tonight I'm feeling a little different." Haechan was talking whilst taking off his clothes off one by one and you can't miss the fact that you were also undressing him. Not physically though, just mentally.

Your gawked at the sight of him. When did he get so big? You cleared your throat once you felt like you were being too obvious judging by the devious smirk on Haechan's perfect face. "C-Can I?" You gestured to his leaking cock that was on full display for you. "I can't stop you, sweetheart." he half-smiled before instantly shutting his eyes when you touched him gently. "Does it feel good?" Your han dporbably has a mind of its own by now when it started to move at a rhythmic pace. "Fuck yes." You don't think it was possible but he might've gotten harder under your hold.

Your hand stroked him faster when there was a sudden twitch from his length. You almost felt like you were holding a Heaven and Earth tin can. He was so big and hard that he barely fitted in your hold. "Can I have you like this?" you questioned him after stopping your movements all together, "Definition?" he cocked an eyebrow upwards your way at your sudden ask. "I mean, can I fuck you while you're in this state?" Just then, he took your preoccupied hand before throwing it to the side. "I don't know. Can you, pretty?"

[ 23rd March, 2021 ]

That's it. You thought. This is the last time you're going to see Haechan having his tongue down another woman's throat and feel hurt about it. It was utterly disgusting how brave he is to have done it in such an open area. Almost as if he wanted you to see. So then you got up, walked towards the couple, but before you could get your hands on either of them, someone stopped you. And that someone turned out to be someone you're very close to. Someone you care for. Someone you trust. Someone you'd call your very own brother. "What the fuck, Jen?!" you released his hold on you quite harshly. "No. Not now." His gaze softened at the look on your face. He knew you'd had enough.

"What the fuck do you mean by 'not now'?? Do you know how long I've been waiting to simply knock some sense into him? I've had enough, Jen. Enough of him and his stupid little game he's playing on me. He makes me feel so fucking worthless and I'm disgusted with myself. I trusted him so much to the point where I even let him take my virginity! I-I just want to make him see that I'm not some doll he can mess around with. You're my fucking brother, Lee Jeno! You should understand how I feel!" Hot tears were beginning to roll down your reddened cheeks and you were suddenly aware that you've become everyone in the campus's attention right now. Except for Haechan and his little fling of course. They're too busy in their own world to care about their surroundings.

The moment Jeno saw you in such a vulnerable state, he immediately went towards you an engulfed you in a soothing hug as he brushed your hair softly. "I'm sorry, Y/n. So sorry. But I really can't let you do anything to him today. It hurts seeing you like this and I'm holding myself back from breaking his ribs too. I promise you, in a matter of a few days you'd be seeing him begging for your forgiveness." Jeno hugged you tighter when you cried harder into his chest. "That's not nice..." you hit him softly. "Were you planning on doing anything nice to him?" He pulled back from the hug and stared into your swollen eyes.

"No..."

A hushed laugh erupted from the bottom of his throat and you felt slightly happier seeing him like this. “This is why you’re my sister. Hey, why don’t we go grab some coffee?” he asked after the both of you had calmed down a little bit. “Right now?” you questioned to which he nodded at. “Sure.”

A couple of days had passed and you were walking side by side with Haechan along a random park nearby. He pulled out his phone and seemed to be looking through it when he abruptly stopped in his tracks. “Y/n… Look at this.” He showed you the school’s page and behold was a picture of you hugging Jeno in the middle of campus. “The caption says these two looked so sweet hugging each other like that. Some witnesses, in the comment section, says that they’re actually siblings and that the girl was crying. Some others say that the girl was ranting to the other about this one guy that she really seems to hate.” He scrolled through the comments on the post without paying much attention to you.

“But these two look a whole lot familiar, don’t you think?” Haechan lifted his gaze from his phone just to see you standing by him with your eyes slightly wider than before. “Nope. Not at all. Let’s keep walking.” You walked at a faster pace as Haechan tried to catch up with you from behind, “Hey, wait up!” he exclaimed as he ran to your side. “But I seriously feel like I’ve seen them before.” He continued. “Of course you’ve seen them before! They go to the same college as we do, don’t they? And besides, the guy in the picture looks nothing like Jeno.” Silence. Haechan stared at you without blinking and that’s when you realised you fucked up.

“You didn’t say it was Jeno, did you?” you squinted your eyes at him. “No. No, I did not.” He had a subtle smirk on his face before he dragged you to an empty bench and sat you down on it. “That’s you in the picture, isn’t it? You and your brother?” He gazed into your eyes sharply as if searching for answers. “Maybe.” You shrugged, “Why were you crying?” he asked. “I wasn’t!” You were defending yourself as hard as you could. “Stop lying, Y/n. I can obviously see it.” His arms were crossed against his chest by now. “Fine. I was crying. And you wanna know why? It was all because of you. You and your little game you’re playing on me. I fucking hate you, Lee Donghyuck. I don’t even know why I’m still with you at this point. I’m sick of being used by you like some kind of toy. You think you’re so smart going around fucking girls behind my back thinking I’m some dumb, stupid girl who is so naive and oblivious to even realise what’s going on. I don’t think you deserve to be called my boyfriend and I hope you realise that.” Releasing a breath of relief, you started to notice the expression on his face while you were talking. He looked smug. As if he knew it was coming.

“Congrats, love. I was waiting for you to finally break. Took you a while though. I was being so obvious. Quite impressed actually. You know, from the moment I saw you, I knew I couldn’t let you go that easily, so I decided to use you. To be frank, sex with you was… immaculate, I can give you that. But it just wasn’t enough, y’know? Hope that explains most of it. You probably won’t forgive me for this but I wasn’t expecting you to do so anyways. Pushing things aside, I have a date in about ten,” He glanced at his wristwatch, “See you tomorrow.” And with that he stood up and left you all alone in the park.

You felt completely numb at that moment. You couldn’t feel anything except the tears running down your heated cheeks. How could he be this cruel? You just wished you could turn back time to when you didn’t know he existed. All he has done ever since he came into your life was toy with your feelings and you couldn’t feel more betrayed and hurt than ever. It’d never crossed your mind that the one person that was there for you when you were at your lowest ends up being the one to break your heart. Did he ever love you? Were you just not good enough for him?

You buried your ruined face in the palms of your hand when there was a sudden comforting pat given to your back. Sobbing, you looked up to face the person just to see someone you never thought you’d see again. “Sicheng?” You sniffed softly. “That’s me.” He smiled reassuringly at you. “What— When did you come back?” Your eyes widened slightly at the realisation that your old friend was sitting right here next to you. “Just a few days ago. I bought a house around here and I thought I’d go for a stroll.” Sicheng shrugged his shoulders playfully which caused you to feel a little bit better at the sight of him. “I’d love to go visit you sometimes and have long talks with you just like we used to but I’m just really not in the mood for anything, right now. I hope you understand, Cheng.” You bit the inner part of your lower lip gently. “I understand. Oh, and speaking of, I… sorta heard your conversation with the guy from earlier… Are you okay?” his eyes was full of concern when he looked at you through his lashes, “Of course I am. Don’t worry about it.” you said as you wiped the tears off your face.

“I’m glad you are.”

[ 5th May, 2021 ]

You laid in bed as you though of Haechan for the very last time. Maybe it’s better if you just forget about him. But the problem is, you can’t. Even though seeing him fuck around with other girls around you freely hurts, you just can’t seem to let him go. He has this hold on you that you can’t describe. It’s risky, but… no buts. It’s just risky. you realised that you’re only sure you love them once they leave. And once they leave, they’re not coming back. You clenched your fist tightly as memories of him flashes through your mind. You never thought you’d love someone as hard as this, so in order to get rid of the leftover feelings you still have for Haechan, you decided to go to your brother.

Knocking on the door to his room, you waited patiently for it to open. Once it does Jeno was seen standing by the doorframe with his favourite hoodie on looking tired and sleepless. “What happened to you?” you eyed his disheveled state up and down. “What do you want?” his voice was raspy and almost gone. “Lee Jeno, are you okay? You look like you just killed a guy!” pushing him softly into the room, you sat him down on his bed before touching his forehead with the back of your hand. You swore you heard a faint, “Maybe I did.” coming from him but you didn’t care that much about it. “You’re fucking sick! Okay um stay here. I’ll go get you some water and meds.” you tried to get up but there was a hand pulling you back down on the bed.

“No. Sit down. I have to tell you something first.” Jeno managed to speak. “I overheard… Haechan talking about something along the lines of finally getting rid of you and not having a leash around him anymore to Mark the other day and… I don’t know what got into me but I uh… He’s in a coma.” You could see the way Jeno was hiding his gaze from yours but you couldn’t pinpoint why he was doing so. “What does that have to do with you?” you raised a brow his way. “I did it. I-I put him in a coma and-and I think he broke a few bones… Please don’t get mad at me!” What did Jeno do to Haechan until he broke some bones? Your vision went blurry and all you could let out was, “Is he okay?” a part of you was concerned for him. “Does he sound okay?” A cough was heard from him afterwards.

“No… I-I’ll go get your water.” You desperately wanted to avoid this conversation so you got up and left the room. A few minutes later, you came back with a glass of water in one hand and some pills in the other. After making sure he ate them, you once again left his room before make your way back to yours. You were in no mood to ask for his advice anymore. Were you mad at Jeno for hurting Haechan? Not at all. Though, you wished you could’ve been the one to put him in that state though. Luckily he didn’t die. It would’ve been a burden for you to find ways to keep Jeno’s secret all whilst defending yourself. Shutting the door noiselessly behind you, you sighed discontentedly before sitting down on the edge of your bed. Slowly, you felt the right end of your lips curve into a small smile as you thought of the state your ex was currently in.

How pathetic.

Well deserved.

Should’ve broken more than a few bones.

the literal WORST ending i’ve ever written. forgive me 😭

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vintagemulti · 2 years

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rainfall (part five)

pairings: bradley “rooster” bradshaw x pilot!reader

desc: there was always going to be a final mission. maybe this was yours, maybe it was bradley’s. only time can tell.

warnings: swearing, blood, canon typical injury, alcohol mentions, sex mentions, family loss/death, suicide/depression

a/n: this is technically the second last part☹️ part seven is a little different and might not make you guys love me but .. a writer will do what a writer has to do. sorry for the wait btw, i’ve been suuuper busy.

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it was cold now. your flight suit felt frozen stuck to your body, glued on with the cold sweat running down your back. your head hurt, ringing in your ears being something you had to constantly push away.

bradley sat in the same silence with you, heavy breathing being a tell that he was stressed; you’d been in this room for hours. what felt like days, really. you were waiting for the news about pheonix and bob.

in the silence, you swore you could hear his heart beat. you could hear the thrum of the air around him, hear the blood rushing through his veins. it was something you’d never admit; that even with two of your teammates in hospital, all you could think about was bradley.

it was two days away from his dads anniversary. god - how long would it be? twenty years? twenty two? you didn’t keep count. the only measurement for you was bradley getting older, becoming one of the world’s best pilots, and his dad wasn’t there to see it.

god, if you could swap places with goose, let yourself die for him to see his son grow, you would. you would do it a hundred times over.

you never met goose, but from the stories carole had told you over dinner and the tales from the older pilots, you felt like you knew him a little bit. carole always told you that she saw goose in bradley, in everything he did.

and from what you’d heard, he was his father’s son.

a door opening broke your thoughts, you and bradley turning in unison.

“pheonix broke her arm,” maverick started, closing the door behind him. “bob’s only god a few scratches.”

you let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in. but then it came to you - fuck, pheonix couldn’t fly with a broken arm. fuck.

“i’ve never lost a wingman,” bradley mumbled, not meeting mavericks eye.

“fly for long enough, it happens.” maverick replied.

that seemed to tip bradley over the edge, him taking the few steps forward to where maverick was stood, only a few centimetres between them.

“why did you pull my papers?” he almost yelled.

you knew the question was coming, really, how long could he avoid it for? maverick had to be held accountable at some point.

“you weren’t ready,” maverick answered, not sounding like he was sure in his answer. “you just- you weren’t ready, bradley.”

“and that was your fucking call to make!?” bradley was fully yelling now.

“look, bradley-”

“you set my career back by four fucking years!”

hanging your head, you looked down at the floor below you and leant against the nearest wall, back pressing against the concrete. this was not your argument to get involved in.

“bradley, you need to believe in me! i know why i did it, alright?” maverick raised his hands in defence.

a beat.

“my dad believed in you,” you snapped your head up at the mention of goose. “i’m not gonna make thay same mistake.”

maverick’s mouth hung slightly open. another beat. he looked like he was ready to say something, when a knock interrupted him.

“maverick?” a voice came from the door.

he turned, giving bradley one last, hurt look before he walked out of the door. you could see his shadow from behind the blurred glass, someone seemed to be breaking news to him.

“fuckin’ hate him.” bradley mumbled, kicking a nearby chair.

your head turned first, eyes still invested in whatever maverick was being told. “yeah, i don’t blame you.”

“god, i wish it was him that died instead of my dad.”

the sentence took you by surprise - sure, bradley had made some pretty snide comments about maverick before, but nothing quite as harsh as that.

did you blame him? no. it was two days until his dads anniversary, after all.

tom “iceman” kazansky was a man you’d came across many times. when you entered the naval academy, a massive picture of him greeted you at the door. at the base in fightertown, another massive picture of him.

you looked at the picture of him, the exact same one. it didn’t have the plaque underneath it this time, though. just propped up on a stand, in front of the coffin.

the coffin. god, you couldn’t believe iceman was gone. he was a good pilot, an even better man.

funerals were not your favourite thing; not just because you had to keep your back straight, chin up, wearing that ridiculous hat, no. you hated funerals because all it did was reinforce your fear.

you were afraid to die.

not of death, you were actually quite curious as to where you go after life. but it was dying that scared you, being gone from the face of the earth, like you never even existed.

the question kept you up at night, one that a teammate had asked you years ago after a bad mission;

“rainfall,” they had mumbled, half asleep on the carrier.

you’d hummed a reply, staring at the ceiling.

“if it was you that died today,” they said. “do you think anyone would mourn you?”

and that was the question that had plagued you for the last god knows how many years. would anyone mourn you?

your parents were both dead, you didn’t have any siblings, any immediate family. all your friends were from work, people who were so accustomed to death that they’d easily be able to fly the day after your death.

bradley was the only person who came to mind when you thought of someone mourning you. you were his best friend, surely he’d miss you? if it wasn’t prolonged and expected, surely he would be upset.

but that’s what scared you; a sudden death. dying without completing your bucket list.

and right on the top of your bucket list was, underlined over and over again, circled in ball point pen;

tell bradley you love him.

you didn’t care if it was a deathbed confession. you would not let yourself die, not without knowing that bradley was aware he held the key to your heart. something he’d had since the first time you met, all those years ago.

and that’s what you thought about for the whole funeral. you couldn’t keep your mind off of the subject, it kept creeping back into the forefront of your mind like a parasite.

not even the guns, the trumpet, the chatter of the people around you could break you from your thoughts.

but then another question popped into your head. someone was telling lies yesterday, and you wanted to know why.

making your way through the small crowd, you eyed maverick, who was speaking to mrs. kazansky.

“mrs kazansky,” you smiled at her, giving her a brief hug. “i’m so sorry for your loss, really.”

“thank you, lieutenant.”

“i was wondering if i could steal maverick, just for a few minutes?”

she nodded, “of course.”

bidding her a quick goodbye, you led maverick away from the crowd, somewhere much quieter.

“what’s all this about, rainfall?” he asked, looking around.

“you lied.” you stated.

he furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head slightly. “about what?”

“why you pulled bradley’s papers. it wasn’t because you didn’t think he was ready, was it?”

maverick sighed, bowing his head a little. “rainfall, that’s personal. i can’t tell you shit like that.”

“what?” you shrugged. “i’m not gonna tell bradley. it’s been bugging me, mav. you ruined his career - he could’ve been a captain by now.”

“why do you care?”

“because if you didn’t pull those papers, i never would have met him. i owe you something, but i want to know why you did it.”

maverick bit the inside of his cheek, looking quickly back at the crowd before back to you. “you cannot tell bradley, alright?”

you raised your hand, showing him your three-fingered salute. “scouts honour.”

“you weren’t in the scouts.”

“doesn’t matter.”

maverick laughed a little, looking away for a moment before he met your eyes. “i pulled bradley’s papers because his mom asked me to.”

“wait-” you couldn’t hide your surprise. “carole asked you to stop him joining the navy?”

“she didn’t want him to end up like his dad,” he nodded. “she begged me to stop him from joining.”

“holy shit,” you mumbled. “maverick, you should tell him, he- he hates you, mav. he fucking hates you, ‘cause he thinks you pulled his papers for no reason.”

maverick suddenly looked very serious. “no. rainfall, i will never tell him, and you won’t either.”

“why? maverick, why do you want him to hate you?”

a beat and- oh. oh.

“you want him to hate you so he doesn’t hate carole.” you answered your own question.

“yeah, something like that.”

it had never crossed your mind before, that maybe, just maybe, pete mitchell was a good man. who did things out of selflessness, in other peoples best interest.

you felt a drop of respect for him deep into you.

“is that all you wanted to ask me?” maverick asked.

nodding, you said; “yeah, that’s it. thanks, mav.”

“no, it’s alright.”

you were halfway away from him when he called back to you;

“and don’t you fucking dare tell your boyfriend!”

you were beginning to think the people on your team just looked for an excuse to drink. it was fanboy who had suggested it; going to the hard deck after the funeral. everyone else seemed more than happy to be there.

well, almost everyone else.

both you and bradley had barely touched your drinks, only speaking when someone spoke to you. for him, you assumed it was the lingering thought of his father’s anniversary, which was backed up by the countless amounts of times that his eyes flicked back to outside the window, looking out at the ocean.

but for you, it was different. you just had a feeling. a bad feeling, in the pit of your stomach. that kind of feeling that you couldn’t shake, no matter how many times you tried to take your mind off of it.

a feeling that was only made worse by your phone screen lighting up with a call; maverick.

“hey, i’ll just be a second,” you mumbled to bob, who was sitting next to you.

“i’ll watch your drink.” he smiled back.

making your way through the crowd, you pushed open the back door, hot summer air hitting your face as soon as you stepped out.

“hey, mav.” you answered the call, lifting your phone to your ear.

“rainfall, hey,” he sounded breathless. “have you been drinking?”

“um,” you trailed out the syllable. “i’ve had like two drinks, yeah.”

“of what?”

“blue WKD, why do you care?”

“i need a favour,” maverick said, desperation in his voice. “like, a really big favour.”

furrowing your eyebrows, you took a breath. “what is it?”

silence came through the receiver, silence so loud you thought he had hung up on you.

“maverick?” you said, hoping he was still there.

a sigh; “you’re not gonna like it, rainfall.”

you laughed lightly. “how back could it be?”

it was worse than bad.

it was absolutely bat shit, off the rails, fucking mental. completely and utterly crazy. you could lose your job for this - fuck, you could be dishonourably discharged. you could lose everything.

and yet, you still said yes.

you said yes, and for the first time since you left the naval academy, your hands were shaking as you got ready to take off. literally - you had to grip your gearstick ten times tighter than normal just so you wouldn’t shake it.

fuck, you were crazy for this one.

“rainfall, you’re cleared for takeoff.” maverick said over the radio.

taking a deep breath, you tried to push the worries to the back of your mind. maverick had explained exactly how you would get out of this, and you trusted him.

you trusted him, right?

feeling yourself be pushed back in your seat, you nodded. you trusted him. as the carrier faded away below you gained more height, you saw maverick take off behind you, following you to the coordinates he had set.

“maverick to controls, requesting route coordination.”

“this is controls, we see you and the request is approved but, uh- you weren’t scheduled for a coordination.”

“i know,” you could almost feel his smirk through the radio. “but i’m gonna do it anyway.”

if only you could have seen the rest of your teams face, thousands of feet away, listening to the radio in complete silence. even hangman had shut up.

“for the record, i’m here with rainfall, who is here completely against her will because i told her if she didn’t do this i would kick her out of the training program. isn’t that right, rainfall?”

“oh, absolutely,” you smirked. “i had no idea this is what we were meant to be doing.”

“alright, what the fuck.” bradley sighed, eyes glued to the board in front of him.

the admiral that had tried to take over from maverick was staring too, face in complete disbelief.

“change the time to one-fifteen, please.” you said, timer changing from four minutes to one minute and fifteen seconds.

“that’s impossible.�� fanboy piped up from on the carried, voicing what everyone was thinking.

you imagined someone saying that exact thing, half annoyed that you couldn’t be there to see it. god - it would’ve been so funny to see all their faces, completely shocked that good old rainfall was willing to break the rules.

you wanted to see it so badly that you’d asked pheonix to take pictures of hangman and bradley’s faces when they realised what you were doing. you would frame them, put them front and centre on your mantle.

“alright maverick, i’m in place. how far away are you?” you asked.

“right behind you.” he said, and looking over your shoulder you saw him appear not far behind you.

“ready to begin in three, two, one.. start.”

the timer on your dashboard turned red, ticking down as you instantly sped up, the familiar feeling of g-force pushing down on you at every turn.

this route was almost muscle memory now, you’d done it so often. but this was the quickest you’d ever been asked to do it in, your personal best being one minute and twenty seconds.

but personal bests are made to be broken.

“can’t keep up, old man?” you laughed, seeing maverick slip slightly behind you in the course.

“god, you’re fast.” he mumbled back.

laughing a little, you checked the timer. you were thirty seconds in, and you were more than half way there - in fact, you were almost ready to start the climb up.

“hurry up, maverick. i’m almost there.”

back on the carrier, there was silence in the meeting room. complete quiet, everyone watching the little planes on the board love forward, yours almost at the target. the closer you got, the rowdier your teammates became. a few of them were standing, not able to believe their eyes.

bradley’s hands shook. he knew you were a good pilot, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. this was it, he was sure. this was the end of your navy career. how the fuck were you meant to get out of this one?

“alright, mav, i’m getting ready to drop.” you said, the target coming into your view.

“go for it.”

that was all you needed; your missile lock almost instantly catching onto the target, pressing the button as soon as you heard the dial tone.

“bombs away!” you called.

“good, now get ready for that pull up.” maverick responded.

you heard the bang, looking behind you for a moment to check where it had landed.

“bullseye! mav, you’re open to drop!” you yelled.

your teammates in the carrier cheered, almost not believing that this was really happening.

and then came the pull up, the dreaded fucking pull up. you had thirty seconds left to get out of there, and as long as you didn’t faint, everything would be fine.

as long as you didn’t faint.

“getting ready to drop.” was the last thing you heard over the radio before your ears went that familiarly cloudy way.

it was a feeling you didn’t get used to, the light, floaty, thoughtless feeling. it was nice, sure, but a little unsettling.

like your brain had gone completely blank, all trains of thought stopping service. quiet. completely, utterly quiet.

until it wasn’t to quiet.

“bullseye!” maverick yelled, bringing you back out of your trance.

you let yourself go level, having pulled up enough. checking the timer, there was less than fifteen seconds left. that was enough time for maverick to get out, right?

the seconds ticked down so slowly, like they were waiting years before changing. thirteen, twelve, eleven. he had to hurry up. eight, seven, six, five. he was never going to make it.

three, two, one-

“made it!” maverick finally called, coming level with you.

letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding in, you swore you could hear the cheers of your teammates below you. they were loud enough that you could hear them from space.

bradley breathed a sigh of relief too, but still felt the tension in his stomach. it was all well and good that you had proved a point, but was it worth losing your job, your everything, over?

you thought about that question as you waiting outside the admirals office. was this worth losing your job over? in the name of proving a fucking point?

god, you hoped maverick had covered your ass with his story.

“come in, lieutenant.” a voice called from behind the door.

taking a deep breath, you pushed it open. it wasn’t like you’d never been yelled at before, of course you had. but this? this was different. you could lose everything.

“admiral.” you saluted, standing completely straight.

“now i don’t know if you’re suicidal, hate your job, or just really love proving points, but whatever one it is, you’re asking to be dishonourably discharged.”

“sir, if i may-”

“no, you may not, lieutenant. you stole a multi-million dollar aircraft, and flew it in a way that it may never be flown again. i don’t know how many code of honour violations you’ve got, but for god’s sake, rainfall, you might as well have handed in your wings.”

you swallowed. maverick hadn’t covered your ass, after all.

“but none of that matters,” the admiral took a breath. “because you did it against your will.”

or maybe he had covered your ass.

the admiral turned to maverick, who was a few feet away from you. “you could have lost one of our best pilots her wings, maverick. i hope you know that.”

“yes, sir.” maverick said, eyes straight ahead.

walking away, the admiral elected to look out of the window. “you have both put me in an extremely difficult position. i can dishonourably discharge both of you and keep my authority in tact, or i can make maverick team leader and get this mission done.”

you prayed he picked the second one. not just for your sake, but for your entire teams.

maverick turned to you, making eye contact for a moment before looking back at the admiral. “sir, if you discharge anyone it should be me. lieutenant l/n is an extremely capable pilot, but she had to idea what she was doing was wrong.”

the admiral sighed, turning to look at you both. “the carrier leaves at zero-five hundred hours. don’t be late. both of you are dismissed.”

saluting him once more, you almost ran out of the office, back hitting the wall next to the door as you let out a sigh of relief.

maverick looked at you as he walked past, laughing lightly.

“good god, maverick, never make me do that again.” you pushed yourself off of the wall, following him down the corridor.

“what, you never been yelled at before?”

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g0tmilkx3 · 10 months

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FOOLISH

Things were normal after their breakup. Well normal for them.

Carmy doesn't have the balls to tell his family he and Syd broke up.

Warnings: MINORS DNI, Arguing, Angst, Past Relationship, Toxic Relationship, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Possessive Behavior, Unprotected Sex, Jealousy If You Squint, Alcoholism, Marijuana Mention,

Divider: firefly-graphics.tumblr.com GIF: trainstationgoodbye.tumblr.com

A/N:

I tried to remain as true to the characters as I could. That's why there's a toxic relationship tag. You and I both know what would happen if those two got together. The title is based on Foolish by Ashanti btw. Sorry in advance for any weird formatting. Tumblr is being weird but it's Posted on AO3 with the correct formatting.

The sun rose as it did any other day. When the birds sang and car horns cried to break up the melody, Sydney Adamu hustled to The Bear. Through the labyrinth she knew as Chicago she found a place that brought her relaxation and excitement. A place that raised her blood pressure while simultaneously bringing it down to a happy medium. She and her business partner slash idol (slash ex), worked tirelessly to curate the perfect dining experience. Well almost perfect. But, from Sydney's experience, they were near perfection.

A colorful knitted cap sat upon her head, her braids draped down below. With each stride, the blond tips would bounce against her back and shoulders creating a rhythm that stayed in tune with the music blaring from her AirPods.

°⋆ I’ve seen you with the lights off I’ve seen you and you think you love me I’ve seen you with your hat off I’m dreaming of a time you knew me ｡⋆

Wind swooshed around her, dirt twisted before her sending dust to scratch her eyes. Water tip-toed the rim of her lids.

°⋆ So baby, is it all you’ve got? Tell me if you got some more-ore I’m thinking of some time off, off. I’m dreaming of a time when you knew me ｡⋆

No matter how many times Chicago hurt her, she just couldn't leave. Brandished over her heart, a chain that anchored her to the city. A gold chain that she found hidden in a velvet box that was gifted to her by her ex-lover on her last birthday. Wearing it still felt stupid now, but she could never bring herself to remove it. Fleeting memories from her youth reminded her of who she once was. So strong-willed and outspoken.

°⋆ Some things never seem to fucking work ｡⋆

While she still retained much of her buoyant personality, it was becoming harder and harder to remain strong. Sanguine her lenses once were, now not so much.

“Eighty-six the foie gras chefs!” Carmy echoed, not taking his eyes off the sizzling slice of filet mignon in his skillet. He scooped up melted butter and herbs before pouring them over the scorching meat. A concentrated red stream of blood trailed down a crevice embedded in the meat.

“Yes, Chef!" The brigade echoed back, in a cultish chant.

"Eh, it was experimental anyways.” Syd shrugged continuing her prep of the day’s veggies.

Carmy chuckled sparing a glance at her as he plated what he'd just finished preparing. "And kind of illegal."

“Are we still eighty-six-ing the-“

“Rum cake? Yes, Marcus is out today and we just don't have the coverage” He cut a small piece off of the beef and neared Syd. His voice became small as he reached her bubble. "There's a surplus of prepped dessert he made last night."

“Marcus? Out?” She took the piece of steak Carmy held out for her into her mouth without missing a beat. An involuntary moan bubbled out of her throat. “You’re unreal,” She could swear a pink tint spread across his cheeks, but he turned away to grab the plated dish before she could examine it any further. “I was just talking to him last night, what’s up?”

“His mom.” Carmy stepped aside as each member of the kitchen staff stopped by to steal a piece of his latest dish. Their eyes remained connected despite the intrusion of the staff stepping in and out of their line of sight. “I didn’t ask too much he sounded bummed.”

“Fuck, I should talk to him.” She frowned down at her station finding that most of what she needed prepped was prepped. “T, I did the veggies can you please get on the broth?” She called while wiping down where she'd just been working.

“On it Jeff!” Tina got to work as Syd made her way to the back alley removing her blues on the way.

“Syd? I'll be right back Mom.” There was static breaking his voice up before he came through clearly. “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hey chef is everything alright? Carm was vague as usual…” Her eyes found the clear blue skies, there wasn't a cloud in sight. The expansive scape reminded her of his eyes. How he could convey so much to her in silence. So much goddamn information was stored in his eyes. Hidden away behind a sorrowful gaze that would forever follow Syd. His intense stare would probably follow her until the end of time. Those weren't eyes you so easily forgot.

It was a beautiful day, yes, but she had a hard time appreciating it. There was a jet gliding across the sky. She watched it ease across the pretty blue backdrop, leaving white exhaust behind it.

“Yeah my mom, she has a fever and a fever for you and me isn’t a big deal. But a fever for her…” He grumbled something she couldn't quite make out. Despite their distance, she could still feel the amount of stress he was under. He was her family. Everyone at The Bear was her family and each of them had unique relationships. “So I just decided to hold down the fort and make sure she’s doing all right.”

“Right, right” Syd turned just in time to see Carmy walking out the back door, cigarette in his mouth. Their eyes met briefly making her falter in her words.

“Still there, Syd?” Marcus asked as a timer buzzed in the distance.

“I am,” She turned away, ignoring the burn in her cheeks. “How about I come by after work and bring you what the fam had today?”

“You the one!” He graciously exclaimed. “I gotta go, but alright just call when you're on the way.”

“Peace.” She shoved her phone into her back pocket and whipped her head to find Carmy already looking at her. Pounding just beneath her ribcage, her heart inflated with anticipation. The hair trailing the nape of her neck stood on end as goosebumps rushed up her arms. Their space remained shrouded in silence. How much time had passed? Seconds to minutes, minutes to who knows. They were rarely one on one these days. It was easier to navigate the sludge they'd gotten themselves into when other people were around to break the tension up. She wanted to leave but her legs remained still. There was something hiding. Something waiting to come out. She just felt it. So she stayed, listening to the industrial sounds of the city. The jet was now long gone, but its roar still hummed quietly beneath it all.

Carm's cigarette smoke floated past her. She quirked an eyebrow at her business partner who huffed while shaking his head. He hands her a cigarette to her which she hesitantly took. Despite not being a smoker. They needed something to break the ice these days and it sucked. In the kitchen, it was like nothing ever happened. Like they never fell in love, like they never broke up, but outside of the kitchen? Forget about it.

“Just got off the phone with my mom.” He ran a hand through his hair making it impossibly messier. "You don't smoke." He deadpanned plucking the cigarette from behind her ear and putting it behind his.

“You seemed bummed, didn't want to make it awkward.” She hesitantly chuckled before quickly looking at her feet. “Must've been heavy, the conversation with your mom. I’ve never known my Carmy to stop prep an hour to open for a smoke break."

“Your Carmy.” He muttered under his breath, hiding it behind a chuckle. "Yeah, well she has that effect on me." He stomped his cigarette out, feeling traces of guilt. Syd was never too shy to tell him exactly how she felt about cigarette smoke. She didn't mind weed though.

"Meat delivery was wrong... again." She mentioned trying to find anything to continue their conversation.

"We gotta find another fucking vendor." He cracked his knuckles, now that his cigarette was gone he needed something else to satisfy his vice.

"We do. But the guys we work with now are reliable." The two shared a look. "Semi-reliable and cheap. So we're stuck with 'em."

Another stretch of uncomfortable silence followed. More avoidant glances. More shuffling.

If only he just said what he wanted, she thought to herself. If only he'd release her by simply saying what he needed to say. She wouldn't (no) she couldn't leave without finding out why those baby blues of his were so downcast so pleading and so, so broken. But Carmy was even more stubborn after their severance, they barely knew each other these days. But this felt huge. It felt big, she could feel it vibrating that invisible cord between them. Disturbing the constant hum they sustained, even after everything.

"What'd your mom say?" She finally let her curiosity win.

There it was. His eyes flashed with something akin to fear and his lips twitched. He fidgeted even more. He was always in motion. Moving, moving, moving. “She asked to meet you y’know?” He rubbed a hand down his mouth, slowly nodding his head. He stared out in front of him, at nothing in particular. But she could see his anxiety beginning to bleed into his irises. She could feel it too and god she'd do anything to make it stop.

“You didn’t tell her?” Her thoughts were interrupted by that revelation. For the first time in a long time, she stepped into his space and caught his gaze. “Carmy it’s been weeks.” She stopped short. "No, months! Like two whole months!"

"Almost two months." He corrected earning him one of Syd's signature eye rolls. “I know, I know.” He sighed trying to drop her big brown eyes but it was proving impossible. Each time he'd find the ground or a spot just past her shoulder their shared magnetism would beg his attention. Forcing him to bare his soul. “Look, only the crew knows. Richie just got back from vacation and I guess I just never see Sugar enough to mention it."

Carmy was still in denial that he and Syd had reached an end before Richie left. He spent the early days in a dreamlike state, hoping that he'd blink and everything would be back to normal. That he'd wake up and everything wasn't on fire and she'd look at him with the love she used to and not the resentment that now replaced it. Once he came to terms with it, Richie was gone and Sugar was far too busy to stop by, with the fresh addition to the family and all. The staff noticed but they didn't say anything. He wasn't going to say anything either. Tina realized what occurred when she saw their mirrored shame. Eyes avoidant and chemistry nonexistent. The family felt their disconnect as it trickled down to each and every one of them. Ebra was the first to slice the tension one day after closing.

"Tensions heavy." He called from a far corner of the kitchen, after a painful bout of awkward silence. "Trouble in paradise?"

Carmy's eyes met hers as she hesitantly dragged her gaze to him. If they told them it'd make it official. It'd make it real. Fuck him if he didn't want this shit to be the worst nightmare of his life. His throat was dry when she looked around the room. His heart pounded when she clasped her hands together and uttered the revealing truth.

"Me and Carm have decided to keep our relationship strictly professional for the betterment of the business." She sagged her shoulders. "Happy? Now come on let's get it chefs, we all wanna get home right?" She didn't look back at Carmy as she grabbed her cleaning utensils and escaped to the walk-in.

"Chef!" They called behind her. Tina's frown followed Carmy as he entered the walk-in behind Syd.

"Really?" He complained angrily. "Wh-wh-what are you doing? Why are you doing this to me?" His eyes searched hers. "That's how you choose to do it, Syd?"

"How the fuck else were we going to tell them? Sit them down one by one in our office. 'Oh yeah, your bosses aren't fucking each other anymore. Prepare your stations for a walk thru', that's real professional!"

He raised his voice, frustration boiling over. His face was hot with a thin sheen of sweat over it. The cool air of the walk-in did nothing to help. It only made it harder to breathe. Her angry eyes only made his breath shorter. "Anything but that!"

She sighed taking note of his erratic breathing. Once upon a time, she was the one that'd calm him down, now she was the source of his worries. How quickly the fucking tides change.

"Look, Carm I'm sorry." She avoided rubbing her closed fist over her chest. It felt wrong now. "I didn't mean for it to be messy, but we've been tiptoeing around each other for weeks they were bound to find out."

She brushed past him exiting their bubble. The eyes of the staff greeted her plunging her back into reality.

"Do you guys want a picture? A straight-to-DVD recording? Or what." She deadpanned before shouting. "Let's go!" She stormed to her station finishing her tasks.

This all happened after Richie left, a few weeks back. It wasn't like Carmy to just go and call up Richie during his time off. Call him for what? To give him the good news? Carmy didn't want to bother him with something so trivial and high school. "I haven't had the time to tell my family about us. Sugar took it upon herself to tell Mom about our first anniversary coming up and now… now she wants to meet you.”

Her eyes narrowed in skepticism.

Okay, so he wasn't being entirely truthful and he's pretty sure she knew it. He intentionally hadn't told anybody. He didn't want to. It'd make it feel too final. He and Syd breaking up just didn't sit right with him and he wasn't sure if it ever would. Sydney, however, didn't have a problem telling whoever. She was taking their breakup like a champ.

She frowned contemplating exactly how they got to this point. It began how any work romance started. Fleeting glances and red cheeks. Accidental touches that soon lingered. One too many hangouts that lasted way too long. One too many drinks led to a passionate and intense hookup. Then the inevitable downfall. Too much time spent with one another. Going to work and seeing each other, going home and seeing each other, seeing the best but the worst in each other. Uneven work distribution eventually began interfering with their personal relationship. They thought they could work through it, that was until it started affecting the workplace and their dynamic. One too many complaints from the staff of a hostile work environment and that was it. One of them just had to stop it. It was Syd who called it quits first, she knew Carmy would drag his feet and draw it out for a lot longer than it needed to be. Carmy didn’t have the energy to beg her to stay but his eyes said it all. She thought they fell back into step. Back to a neutral place, nothing deeper than coworkers. But every now and then they’d catch each other’s eyes or he’d get just a little too close to her and it was all so real again. But they knew better than to go back there.

“We were together for less than a year-“

“I’ve never been with anybody for a year…” He interjected in a matter-of-fact tone. “Sorry, my family they just, they’re happy that I found someone to put up with me. It's sort of a big deal for them." It would've been a big deal for him too if only they'd actually made it a year. "God they’re gonna have a good laugh when I show up to dinner alone.”

Syd frowned looking back up at the sky. “My point is, I don’t think it should be this hard for us. You know disconnecting from each other….”

“We’re business partners.” He lamented. “We disconnect The Bear fails.”

“This place is never going to fail.” She shakes her head looking back down at him.

“I don't know Syd. Everything I touch...” He looks at her with a familiar echo of fear in his eyes. “Everything I touch fails.”

She watched him crack his knuckles, hands shaky, before walking back inside leaving her with her thoughts.

As promised after closing Syd made her way to her best friends' house with enough food for three.

"From what I've seen, that family is unwell." Marcus lightly jests. "I mean if Mikey is any indicator..." He widens his eyes trying to convey just how hectic the Berzattos were.

"Trust me Marcus I know." She sips her third glass of wine of the night. "I just wish I didn't care so much!"

"Carmy was your best friend once upon a time," He reminded, ignoring her eye roll. "Roll your eyes all you want sis. You two dated for a year, it's normal to still care about him a little bit."

Too bad she cared about him a lotta bit "Yes, but enough to be his girlfriend for one more night just so his family doesn't rip into him?"

"I mean," He shrugs. "It seems."

"It'd be a bad idea right?" More semi-expensive wine slid down her throat. "It'd be bonkers to go along with this, especially after the whole ordeal."

She was referring to her 4 weeks of crying on Marcus' couch, in sweats post-break-up. She was always sure to clean up nice and put on a smile when she went to work, but Marcus was there through the worst of it. He'd never seen her look so small, so vulnerable as she did the first few weeks after they called it quits. She'd lay her head in his lap and cry and cry until she fell asleep. When she wasn't crying she was talking about what she could've done, what he could've done. Which led to anger and then to the inevitable crying. She'd spend the mornings before work throwing up, it only just stopped a couple of weeks ago.

"Look, I don't want you going through that again. But you seem to really want to help out Carm and what's one night?" He poured her more red wine. "You're over him right?"

She gulps down her wine instead of answering. Maybe it was the wine but she could feel water gathering in her eyes. The air conditioning blew past her cooling the tears and making them all the more real. She shook her head, annoyed with herself for crying over him, STILL.

"Fuck! I'm sorry." Marcus rushed to her side and pulled her into a hug.

"No, no it's" She laughs through her tears as she wipes the fresh ones away. "It's the wine I promise."

"I'm still sorry for you know asking that." He replied. "Especially this early on."

"It's okay, friend.” She shakes her head and sniffles as she pulls away. "It's been some months, I should be able to talk about our," relationship. "situation without crying like a little bitch."

"I don't think there's a time limit on getting over someone you loved." He replies sincerely ignoring her previous self-dig. "And if you ask me two months isn't enough time to get over anything."

"Almost two months and good thing I didn't ask you." She teased, tugging on her coat. "I gotta dip but thanks for this."

"Do you know what you're gonna do?" He follows her to the door noticing the stumble in her step. “You can stay the night if you want.”

She leans slightly to the left, eyes hooded. Her face crumbled with each passing second, the tough facade tumbling down. “I’ve decided what I’m gonna do.” She drops her shoulders. "Have an extra pair of sweats waiting though."

"Yes, Chef." He salutes weakly as a worried frown grew on his face. Watching her struggle to slip back into her Crocs helped him make up his mind. “Okay buddy you’re sleeping on my couch, come on.” He easily guided her back to the couch.

”Grab the sweats!” She shouts behind Marcus as she laid back on the cushioned surface.

“When is it?” Her words were hushed but clear. 3 o'clock on the dot had arrived and sleep evaded her still. She tossed and turn until her phone was in her hand and his number was being dialed. It was now or never. There was no way she was going to do this sober.

Of course, he’d pick up, the insomniac. “What?” He held his phone against his shoulder as he stirred his boiling ramen.

“The-the thing." She supplies, although with no explanation her words were useless.

"Syd, I don't-"

"When am I meeting your family, who isn’t Sugar.” She explains. "The dinner."

"Ah, I get it now." He stops what he was doing and turns away from the stove taking his phone into his hand. "You're drunk."

"Okay and?" She scoffs, "Look Carm, I decided that I'll lend you a hand now so later when I need a recommendation you'll help me."

"I'd help you, either way, Chef."

"I bet." She blew a raspberry. "So, when is it, big guy?"

"When is what?" He shot back.

"Carmy" She whines his name the way she used to. It made his heart pound and a smile spread across his face. It made his conscious mind melt away, replacing his thoughts with Syd, Syd, Syd.

It made him feel vulnerable and his voice got all soft and mushy, he'd feel embarrassed if he didn't enjoy how she made him feel so much. So, with a tone only reserved for her, he made her a promise. "Sunday night, 6. I'll swing by yours on the way."

"It's a date!” She says without thinking twice. “Or no it's not a date!"

"Drink some water and get some sleep Syd." He tutted fondly as he silently wondered when the urge to take care of her would go away. "I'll bring you some soup in the morning."

Before she could respond the dial tone interrupted her thoughts. "Asshole." She muttered affectionately before tossing her phone on the coffee table and nodding off to sleep.

True to his word the next morning he handed her a warm Tupperware container filled with his signature hangover soup. They both managed to show up before any of the other staff did. Despite sleeping over at Marcus' she managed to get up by five so she could go home, change, then hustle to The Bear.

“Did you-“

“No, I didn’t.” He shook his head. “Syd come on I know you’re allergic to sesame seeds."

She shrugs chuckling to herself as she uncovered the warm cloudy liquid. The aroma wafted past her reminding her why she trusted Carmy so much with her career trajectory. "We can all be victims of forgetfulness."

"I'd never forget something like that." His words were heavy. Weighted with what they both knew but didn't want to say.

Instead of a day filled with a familiar waltz the ex-lovers shared, their routine was filled with affliction. Damaging the very foundations of what helped the kitchen run so smoothly.

"You two are weird," Richie whispered to Carmy during their cigarette break. "Did uh something happen? You two aren't you know... tweedle dee and tweedle dum-ing it today."

"We uh we-we..." He breathed wanting so desperately to tell him exactly what was going on but he couldn't. The staff obviously hadn't shared the latest gossip with him and Carmy was grateful for the rush that kept them busy for much of the day. After tonight he would but not now. "Just nervous about tonight."

"Listen I already spoke with Donna, it's gonna be small just us. We're only popping open two bottles of wine."

"It's not the wine I'm worried about it's, it's." He pressed the heel of his hand against his eye. Weary of the conversation already. "I never wanted to mix Syd in with that side of the family, of me. What if she sees mom and what she does to me and she-she just leaves" He lets all of the air he'd been holding out. "What if she decides this place isn't worth it" that I'm not worth it "and she leaves for good?"

"Carmy, you're so much of a know-it-all prick I sometimes forget that you have no experience with women." He laughs then took a long drag from his cigarette. As if Carmy's dumbfounded expression alone stressed him out. "What the fuck are you talkin' about?"

"You're not listening cousin-"

"I am. Syd isn't going to up and leave you after meeting your shitty mom- no offense." He redundantly remarks. "If she was gonna leave she would've a long time ago. The girl loves you."

"I don't know...she, we-we arent-" The confession tasted bitter in his throat, the words were on the tip of his tongue when Richie interrupted him.

"She does, every relationship has its rough patch. Some last longer than others." He muttered, blinking away the memory of his once happy family. "She's nervous too according to Sugar."

"Really?" The hopefulness in his voice made Richie scoff at his naive cousin.

"Yeah, Syd's been asking her advice and shit about what she should wear and what Donna's favorite color is. The works."

Carmy exhaled feeling the tightening in his chest decompress. "You sure?" The hopeful lilt in his voice made his cheeks burn, but he couldn't really bring himself to care.

"Yeah kid, really" He blew a raspberry. "God I hope I'm never as gone as the two of you. Just foolish." He muttered the ladder part of his sentence to himself.

“A dress?” He tries not to let his eyes linger on her long legs, the same legs that wrapped around him night after night, but he failed. He noticed her outfit choice when he picked her up, but it took a while for him to muster up the courage to say something about it.

“I wanted to wear something different.” She tugged at the hem. “Too short? You know I'm not a dress person.”

“No, no” He finally left her legs and met her eyes. “You look perfect.”

“Bear!” His mom swings the door open and pulled him into a hug, tears already kissing her eyes. “You look so handsome, and you combed your hair?” She teased tugging at a strand. She turns to Syd, tears welling up once again. “And look at you.” She holds her hand eyeing her up and down. “Carmy goes on and on about those pretty brown eyes of yours but he did not do them justice.” She pulls Syd into a hug as Carmen darts his eyes around looking for an escape route.

"I brought you flowers." She hands the Berzatto matriarch a purple assortment of flowers.

"Wow," She eyed the bouquet admiring the color. “Oh Bear, she’s,” Donna shakes her head. “She’s gorgeous, your babies are going to be just beautiful” She turned away and entered the bustling house before he could speak. The soft sounds of Frank Sinatra drifted past their ears as the door swayed behind her.

“Sorry,” He quietly winces.

"Don't apologize," Syd hesitantly intertwines her fingers with his. "That's what any mom would say to her son and his girlfriend, remember?" She raised an eyebrow.

Carmy let a shaky breath go, gently wiggling his fingers in an attempt to calm his nerves. "Right, I just. I think I need a second outside."

Syd frowned before tugging the door closed and turning towards her counterpart. Her hands rested on his sweater-clad shoulders, forcing him to direct his full attention to her.

"Carm, just relax. It's just a dinner, we can leave whenever you want." She frowned when he shook his head, eyes blinking rapidly.

"M-my family, my mom. Everything is fucked... you-you see what happened with-" He couldn't say Mikey's name right now. It'd break him and he wasn't going to cry in front of Syd. She probably already thinks so lowly of him, after everything he put her through. He still felt indebted to her. "And I just don't want you mixed up in that."

"Well, good news! I'm black and I like to mind my business so we're golden. Now let's go inside, it's getting chilly." Carmy surprised himself with laughter making Syd crack a prideful smile. She grabbed his hand once more finding it a lot less shaky.

The dining room table was grand, littered with masterfully prepared dishes. The gift of cooking obviously ran in the family. Each of them took their place at the table. Syd's eyes trailed the room, beginning at the head of the table and moving counterclockwise. There was Donna who was on her third glass of whiskey followed by Sugar. Sugar's eyes were worried as she looked at her husband, Peter, who held their new addition in his lap. Next to Peter was Carmy who hadn't looked up from his plate yet. At the end directly across from Donna sat Sydney. She was a natural against the brut energy Donna gave off. Across from Carmy sat Richie who was going on and on about some MMA fight, his mouth filled with pasta. Sydney commented on it twice in disgust. Following Richie was Fak who wasn't invited but heard about the dinner and just decided to show up with some girl who seemed to mirror his energy.

Things continued smoothly as time lazily dragged behind them. The much-awaited grand finale usually took place during dessert. Donna was soon to amass their attention. Carmy braced himself as they all dug into their desserts. A nervous glance was shared between him and Natalie.

The lack of conversation could be heard. Silence in the Berzatto house was always so, so loud. The Berzattos were not quiet people, even Sydney knew nothing good lay ahead.

"So Sydney!" Donna began fondly, now beginning to consume her seventh glass of alcohol. She'd begun mixing brown and white two cups ago. "I want to know more about you, who is Chef Sydney the girl who stole our Bear's heart, and put up with him for a whole year!"

She could feel the shift in Carmy's energy, which naturally threw hers off but she quickly recovered.

"I'm from here, erm Chicago. And I've loved cooking since I can remember." She gives the blond woman a tight-lipped grin.

"Short, sweet, and to the point!" Donna chuckled, loudly. It went on for a second too long. "You gotta tell me, what's your secret for dealing with a basketcase like Carmy Berzatto? Because I tell you.."

An awkward silence descended down the table until it reached Sydney, who brushed it off easily. She glanced at Carmy, his eyes avoided hers as discontentment filled them. Upon closer inspection, she could see anger beginning to turn his face red. "Actually, it's been pretty easy." They matched eyes before she confidently turned to Donna. "He's an amazing person. He's attentive and caring he always takes time to listen and he's a big softie beneath all of that... machismo" She teased. lightly. "I've never worked with a chef so dedicated. So gifted-"

"Gifted?" Donna quirked a brow, almost mockingly.

"He cooks like... like nothing I've ever seen before, well 'tasted' before. I don't think he's ever made a bad dish in his life. It's what made me fall in love with him." His smile was small but present. It was reserved, only for her to see.

'You mean that?' He just barely tilted his chin.

'I've got you.' She gently nods once.

“Our big successful chef.” Donna interrupted their silent discussion. Sydney turned to her as her smile morphed into an unwelcoming snarl. Where fondness slept envy roared alive. “Too big to come and say hi to his mama bear.” Her fork clanked against her plate. The sound was reminiscent of swords being drawn, ready to head into battle.

”Hey, Donna could you tell me the tiramisu recipe?” Richie attempted to steer her attention away. "It's good as hell! Fak pass me the dish-"

”Ask bear!” She grinned at him. “It’s Mikey’s recipe the one he came up with alongside Carm!”

The table sat still, each head hesitantly turning towards Carmy. Richie found the table while Sugar attentively examined Donna. Peter examined Sugar, their babbling baby in his arms blissfully unaware of the building tensions. Sydney didn’t know why but Carmy looked so small. Not like himself. Her hand reached for his under the table, his touch made her shiver. Slowly, she pulled his hand to rest in her lap, cupped within hers. She placed her other hand above his cocooning his hand in her warmth and protection.

He sighed deeply as he looked into Sydney’s encouraging brown eyes. He remained looking at her as he spoke. “Mikey loved using half heavy cream half coconut cream. We figured it out one day when we didn’t have enough heavy cream," He finally gathered the strength to face his mother. "It came out perfect and we never changed.” Appreciative sounds filtered around the table.

“Oh, Carm.” Donna's laugh grew until it drowned out the room's quiet chattering. Her laugh dangerously teetered towards the sound of crying. The longer it went on the more Syd questioned if she was actually laughing or crying. Donna's hair covered her face and her hands trembled as she vibrated with sarcastic joy. “You are so special!” She clasped her hands together sending an echo around the room. “So special that you missed your own brother's funeral!” Her throat churned out louder and louder gurgling laughter until she fell into a coughing fit.

"Here Mom let's drink some water." Sugar handed her the cup of water Donna refused to touch all night.

"I don't need water!" The liquid splashed Natalie's legs as it fell to the ground under Donna's hand. "Go be useful and start the dishes!" She waved her hand behind her, not bothering to spare Sugar a passing glance.

Carmy exited the table, escaping from the world he so desperately wanted to leave. Donna was none the wiser, the alcohol content in her blood had exceeded normal levels and only her words were important in this moment. Each face surrounding the table was shadowed by the light of her vigor. Her stage was set and she was not going to let the moment pass without earning a standing ovation. Sydney turned to Sugar who darted her eyes in the direction Carmy went, silently telling her to follow. Which she did.

He sat on the steps of the house face buried in his hands. Without looking up he stuttered out. "P-please just leave, you shouldn't" He shook his head looking out at the street in front of him. "I never wanted you involved with this part of my life. Now you see why."

"Carmy." She slowly squeezed next to him, gently grasping his shaking hands almost instantly stilling them. "You are not your mother." She ducked her head catching his red eyes. His lashes were wet and his face flushed. "You're you, you're one of the best chefs at the best restaurant in Chicago if you ask me."

That earned her a chuckle, which she enjoyed. Warmth radiated through her chest when he grinned at her, despite his tears.

"How do you always know what to say?" He knocked her knee with his.

"Because, Chef, you're my Executive Chef I'm supposed to know you inside and out."

That seemed to sober him up and dry his tears. He'd forgotten that they weren't where they used to be. Not at all. Still, the words she used to effectively end their ten-month relationship replayed in his mind when he'd sit alone with his thoughts for too long.

"I think we just need to set some boundaries."

"Boundaries?" He repeated incredulously, tilting his head. "What do you even mean by that Syd?"

"We can't be together and run The Bear together, it's not working."

"Syd, you sound-"

"I sound what Carmen?" She narrowed her eyes challenging him.

"Afraid." He replied honestly. "You're just afraid, but that's okay because I am too." His hands wrapped around hers, pulling her closer to him with a gentle tug. Brown and blue watched each other, their noses brushed. His lips ghosted across hers and they tingled at the feeling. She was feet away from him when he blinked again, pulled from the haze they often created when in close proximity to one another.

"I'll clean out my drawer tonight." She left out the door before he could argue. He watched her go. That was all he could do. She left him, his lover, his soulmate, the one thing he thought he'd gotten right... she left him.

"Earth to Carmy." She snapped her fingers pulling back his focus. "Dude you gotta stop staring at me like that." She teased but he saw her throat move alongside a nervous gulp.

"Sorry, I just..." He shrugged. "I'm just happy that you're in my life still after" He waved his hand. "After everything. You're the only sure thing I have."

These were the times Sydney felt her defenses were down. That all of the hard work she put in to get over him was simply a farce. A mask she wore to avoid the deep-cutting pain that their separation left her with. He just had to look at her, sick those intense eyes on her and she was suspended in his delicate grasp. He was saying so much. Professing his love, apologizing for whatever, begging her to come back. She felt it all, she read it all just from a simple gaze. She hadn't realized her eyes had fallen closed until his nose brushed up against hers, and her lungs sucked air in begging for the burning to stop. She could feel gentle bursts of air tickling her glossy lips and he'd begun to feel a hint of stickiness rubbing against his.

"Carmen!" Donna burst through the door ruining what they'd just created. The rest of the dinner table was in tow. Their faces were worried, they'd obviously been trying to talk her out of going outside. But Donna was a Berzatto and you didn't tell a Berzatto what to do. "I just came to apologize." She stumbled forward as Carmy stood to his feet to catch her. "I ruin everything." She sniffled, mascara-dyed tears trailing her face. "I'm sorry Sydney." She turned to the stunned girl, nearing her to pull her into a hug but Carmy grasped his mothers' arm pulling her back.

"Let's go to bed ma." He began leading her back inside without another word.

Syd watched them go, feeling pangs of sadness in her chest as Carmy and Richie helped her to bed.

"Claire said she was sober the last time she came to dinner." Fak's friend, Kelly, whispered her statement to Fak but Sydney heard. Sugar knew that Sydney heard because her eyes widened along with hers.

"Wait, Claire? As in Carmy's ex-whatever?" Syd questioned as her brow twitched, the warmth that spread across her face was due to something other than nervousness now.

"I feel like I said something I shouldn't 've." Kelly's eyes widened as they bounced between each of them. She awkwardly cleared her throat before slowly turning away and walking back to the dining room.

"Hold on, come back-" Sydney started to follow her but Natalie stopped her.

"A few weeks back Carmy brought Claire to dinner," She informed her before quickly adding, "He said it was innocent and they just randomly ran into each other."

She shouldn't care. She really shouldn't. They weren't together anymore and this was all fake. He had his own life and he was obviously living it. She had her own life and she had to start living it sooner or later. It's her fault for thinking highly of a man with deep-seated mommy issues anyway.

"It's fine." She pressed her lips together in a thin line. If Sugar was Carmy she'd be poking and prodding her for additional information. She'd see right through her mystique and ask what the fuck was up. But Sugar was not Carmy, she accepted Syd's answer and went back to the dining room.

The man of the hour walked back in, his face drained of energy. Richie patted his back before leaving for the living room. She wanted to be angry at him, but fuck he still held the key to her heart and he refused to return it. The fucker.

"Let'g go." He said just above a whisper and they went.

The car ride was quiet, aside from Carmy's outdated radio that played early 2000s pop through static. It wasn't until he pulled up to her house that the silence was sliced open.

"Okay, what is it?" He shifted gears and turned to her.

"I don't know what you're talking about." She crossed her arms. He kept secrets she could keep secrets too.

"Sydney..." He huffed. "Please, just tell me, it's been a long day."

"Fak's friend said that Claire was at dinner with you and your family a few weeks ago?"

He paused pursing his lips. "Yeah, we uh ran into each other and-and she's a family friend so" He shrugged.

"Right, right" Sydney slowly nodded, her patience was running thinner by the second. "So, just a silly question!"

Carmy braced preparing himself. "What's up?"

"Why didn't you just bring her to dinner? I could've fucked off and spent my night with someone else. With Marcus or-"

"Marcus?" He cut her off. "What is it, are you two together or something? I've noticed how close you two have gotten." He challenged. "Funnily enough it was right after you left me."

"That's none of your business Carm!" She rolled her eyes, deciding to not dignify his accusation with a response. "I'm just saying, next time bother her with your odd jobs. I'm sure she's great at jobs!"

“Look nobody twisted your arm, okay?” He ignored her crude joke, voice raising only slightly. But in the tight space of his car, the smallest inflection made all the difference. He knows better than to raise his voice at her. “You willingly came."

“You might as well have twisted my arm! You put on that forlorn face. The one that makes you look like a wounded puppy-“

“Nice” He scoffs. “Really nice. Look just go, get out of my car.” He reached across her and opened the door. Her perfume clogged his nose and all he could do was think about how angry the smell made him. How she took it away and dangled it above him day in and day out. How she didn't even leave so much as a t-shirt with her lingering scent. One he could press against his face and inhale on the nights he missed her the most. He couldn't stop thinking about how someone else was enjoying her scent instead of him. How someone else got to see her more than him and listen to her ramble on and on about cooking and anything else that popped into her head. He couldn't help but feel bitter, it should be him.

“Yeah, whatever” She slams his door and rushes towards her apartment. On days like these, she wished her dad was behind the door waiting for her with his comforting smile. Ready to soothe whatever ill feelings she was experiencing. But when she unlocked her door she was met with darkness and silence. She was alone.

She’d just taken her shoes off and thrown her purse on the kitchen island when she felt a shift in energy. The air was thick and a creek sounded from the front of the apartment. He sighed heavily, it emanated from the cracks in the door. He knocks softly as if he didn’t want her to hear.

She stared at the partition, internally debating on what she should do. Perhaps if she stood as still as a statue, he’d surmise she was in the shower or didn’t hear him and leave.

“Come on Syd I know you’re there.” His thick accent made his words stick together.

“Weirdo.” She muttered sauntering to the door and swinging it open. Ugh, there goes those eyes again.

“I heard that” He brushed past her and into the dimly lit apartment. “Look, I-“ He shakes his head, placing a closed fist over his chest. They hadn’t done it in a while. It felt way too intimate after their breakup. But drastic times called for drastic measures. He must've known how easily that'd make her turn to mush. “I’m sorry. Sorry I yelled and guilted you into coming to dinner and for being shitty in the car-“

“Woah woah woah slow down Carm” She meets him further in her home, clicking on a soft light. The golden glow created a halo above his head. “You call that yelling? I’ve endured much worse from you.”

“Unfucking believable! “ He throws his hands in defeat. “Can’t you just be quiet for like 10 seconds while I apologize? “

“Oh, this is an apology“ She points to nothing in particular. “It's great Carm, keep going!” He released a heavy sigh through his nose. Her brown eyes reflected the light and softened her hard gaze. Her deep skin glistened under the low lighting making her appear enchanted. Like something out of a Renaissance painting.

“God, you’re insufferable and stubborn." How could someone so breathtaking get under his skin like this?

She ignored the clarifying beauty he naturally possessed, nothing was going to distract her from what she needed to say. “You’re neurotic and have anger issues! Maybe take a therapist to dinner next time.“

“I wish I never fucking hired you!” He yells.

“I regret ever walking into that shithole!” She fires back.

He breathes taking in the gravity of her words. “So, that’s really how you feel?”

She ignores his inquiry because no she doesn’t feel that way. She counts the day she walked into The Beef as one of the best things that ever happened to her. But he didn’t need to know that. “Look I was waiting for the right time to tell you but," She takes a deep breath, preparing herself. "I’m leaving.”

“What? The Bear?” He felt like he’d just been gut-punched “I don't understand. You can’t leave?”

“I’m leaving, Carmen.” She stands her ground, on trembling legs, but she still stood her ground.

He blinked a few times feeling tremors of anxiety climbing his arms. “W-when?”

“Next month.” Her voice cracked. "I was offered a great position in LA and I'm staging there soon. Look, I've been scouting CDC's and I found a reliable one. He's hard-working and... Carm?"

He hadn't realized he was shaking until she gently touched his forearm. He jumped away as if her touch burned him. Their uneven breathing filled the room with sound. The distant sounds of cicadas screamed outside and the air conditioning clicked on before she decided to continue speaking. “Carm say something?”

“You can’t leave.” He repeats which made Sydney rolls her eyes.

“I thought once upon a time that I’d never leave. That you… that we’d have The Bear as our baby forever but,” She blinks back tears, she’d die before he’d get to see her cry. “Things change and people change. Plus you just said you wish you never hired me."

“So this is it?” He mutters giving her those pleading eyes again. “That’s just it for us?”

“Yeah,” She slowly nods, brushing her hand over his. No matter what went on between them they seemed to have a force between them. Pulling them closer and closer without either realizing it. "This is it, I'll be out of your hair in a month.

“This can’t be it, Chef,” He says mere inches from her face. His eyes trail to her lips that sat waiting for him. “Look, I-I need you.” She could only gulp feeling the intensity of the situation set in. After their breakup things were sore for a while but they had lives to live. They never had a chance to double back, to have one last hoorah before lights out. "Sydney. I thank god every day that you walked into The Beef and accepted that position. I don't want you out of my hair."

“You don’t need me-“

“I do need you.”

"The Bear was always yours."

"It's ours. I can't imagine sharing it- this, with anybody else. Sydney." He slightly shook his head. "Don't do this, baby."

Maybe it’d undo all of the work they put into trying to hate each other. Trying to forget about the other's touch or the feeling of their lips on each other. But they could no longer deny what they wanted to do so badly. His hands still felt right around her, pulling her closer. His lips still fit perfectly against hers. She still loved to jump up into his muscular arms and wrap her legs around him. He preened at the feeling of her back in his arms like this, kissing him like nothing ever happened. She sunk into the soft foam of her bed as he laid her back and proceeded to climb over her. His mouth hovered over hers, hesitantly he opened his eyes in an effort to read her. The girl who stole his heart (and one day his last name) was still so hard to read. But at this moment she was open her eyes were honest. She wanted him as much as he wanted her. Carnally. His yearning was near animalistic at this point. Not being able to kiss her and taste her for seven and a half weeks was making him go crazy, but here she was. His fix, waiting for him to make the next move.

"Syd, I...I don't want this to be just sex." He confessed. "I want you back. I'll do anything, I'll change anything. Just please, don't leave me." Her brown eyes flashed with something he couldn't put his finger on but her smile made his heart flutter. Her hand was soft as it gently ran over his ear and neck, despite the burns and cuts she endured over the years. He recalled her once saying shea butter kept her hands soft. She always smelled of it and this time was no different.

"Let's just enjoy this, yeah?" She leaned up kissing him as her arms pulled him against her body. His mind yelled at him to stop talking and enjoy the moment, but how could he if she was just going to walk right out of his life after?

They touched and kissed and rubbed against each other until Syd found herself on top of him. Her heat pressed against the stiffness that pressed against his jeans. Her sounds were intoxicating when his hands gripped her hips and controlled the speed of her gyrations. Over and over again she ground against him chasing sweet pleasure. He could stay like this forever. They both knew that. He never came in his boxers until she walked into his life and sat in his lap. She pulled away, desire in her eyes as she worked to open his jeans.

"Boles de Picolat." She says as her warm hand wrapped around him and began moving up and down.

"Fuck" He groaned. "Are you seriously thinking about the menu, now?" He panted already seeing spots. He hadn't had sex or even masturbated after their breakup, so he was embarrassingly close to coming from less than ten strokes of her hand.

She slinked down his body and made him curse god as her warm mouth sucked him in. His eyes rolled when his leaking tip pressed against the back of her throat. Her velvety smooth mouth swallowed him down as her throat gagged from the spurts of come dripping out of him. "Sorrysorrysorry" He wasn't sorry. His hips twitched as she continued worshiping him, he was still hard and ready to feel her all over.

"I didn't want to forget." She giggled innocently, his dick still twitching in her hand which made Carmy feel all types of hot. He gently grabbed her hand and pulled her back to him so he could kiss her. He tasted the saltiness of his release lingering on her tongue, but he didn't mind. "Also don't apologize. The point is to come." She yelped when he rolled them over. His shirt was the first to go followed by her cardigan. Her dress came off as he leaned back down to kiss that adorable smile off of her face.

"How many?" He questioned as he kissed down her body. He could smell her arousal mixing with the mango and vanilla of her perfume. He kissed her clothed valley, feeling just how turned on she was through the lacey fabric.

"How many what?" She questioned.

"How many times do you think I can make you come?" He used his finger to push her panties aside so he can finally taste her. He moaned like a little bitch when her tangy cream melted on his tongue.

She whimpered, trying her hardest to keep her legs open but it was becoming harder with each pass of his tongue. Her thighs were pressing against his ears, vibrating in no time.

Like the ocean kissing the shore, he rolled his tongue over her swollen bud relishing in the high pitch sounds mewling from her mouth. He loved her like this. She walked around The Bear like she was the toughest thing out of Chicago. Never taking time to relax and rest. But Carmy knew just how to sedate her. He knew how to turn her brain to mush so she had no choice but to relax under him. He hadn't realized he'd forgotten to remove his rings until his fingers were knuckles deep inside of her, but by the volume of her moans, she didn't mind. She constricted his fingers as he pressed over and over against that sweet spot within her. He pulled back to observe at her pulsating entrance mesmerized at the beauty of her body. God why the fuck was he jealous of his own fingers. Her hips jerked and her cunt pulsated rapidly as her first orgasm washed over her.

She didn't have time to fully recover. When she blinked he was lining himself up at her entrance, his red, leaking tip rubbing her over throbbing clit.

"Carmy,-" She began, tone unreadable. As it usually was. She was always so worried. He cut her off by shoving his fingers soiled with her pleasure into her mouth. She deserved to experience how good she tasted.

"Sh, just enjoy it." He slowly pressed into her loving the dazed look that overtook her face. She nodded obeying his command as he began gaining pace. He removed his fingers when she moaned filthily head thrown back in ecstasy.

"Fuckfuckfuck" She breathed already feeling another orgasm climbing her body. His pace accelerated pulling her leg a bit higher on his hip so he could fuck her through her second orgasm.

"That's it" He encouraged against the shell of her ear. "Let go, love." His groan matched hers as she squeezed him, writhing through another orgasm. Her moans were growing louder and louder as he continued fucking into her at the same pace. Her thighs were touching her belly now as his hands held her legs up. A simple glance down at his hands commanding her body made her sensitive rose throb with pleasure. "Again, already?" He couldn't help but chuckle.

"Fuck you-" Her words were cut off when he adjusted his angle and found some hidden button that made her words slur into unintelligible stuttering. He grinned watching her let go again, this time pushing him closer to the edge.

"You're so beautiful" He panted feeling his orgasm creep up his body. "You're my beautiful- fuck- my beautiful girl, all mine." He let an embarrassing noise echo through the room as he released long white stripes inside of her. She met his thrusts wanting to draw his orgasm out as long as possible. His throat was raw as he gulped down air trying to regain his composure but tremors of his release were still running through his body like an electrical current.

Later that evening they lay beside one another in her bed. She rested against his chest and he inhaled the sweet smell of her hair feeling his heart burst. Then something hit him.

"Earlier you started saying something but I stopped you," He could hear the tiredness in his voice. "What were you going to say?"

She hummed drawing a circle on his chest with her finger. He kissed her forehead. Since he'd gotten her back in his arms he couldn't stop adorning her face with kisses. "That I uh...I was just gonna say, I love you."

He figured. It still freaked him out how well they knew each other. "I love you too."

#sorry about formatting tumblr fucks everything up #thats why i posted on ao3 #should there be a part two?#maybe titled unfoolish (iykyk 👀)#the bear #the bear fx #sydney adamu #carmy berzatto #ayo edebiri #carmen berzatto #jeremy allen white #the bear spoilers #sydcarmy #chefs kiss #the bear fic #carmy x syd #syd x carmy #carmen x sydney #sydney x carmen

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starry night [bucky barnes one shot]

summary: AU [year: 2019, sam and bucky are normal civilians]. it's a wedding and james, sam, your friends and you are invited… anything could happen, right?

pairing: (au) bucky barnes x fem!reader (y/n)

word count: 4,019

warnings: smut [explicit sex] so minors do NOT interact with this post, public sex, fingering, hair grabbing, unprotected oral sex - fem/male receiving; swearing [language!], praise kink, alcohol, fluff maybe and pet names.

a/n: well, hello! this is my first one shot and i'm not sure if i'll ever write another one. i've always written for myself and never finished anything so let's see how this goes. Y/N calls bucky “james” bc that’s how he introduced himself to her. it's my first smut too so… don't judge! i hope you all like this, comment on it so i can read your thoughts!! Y/N's thoughts appear in cursive while bucky's are in bold cursive. this is what came out of a dream i had btw...

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You are standing alone just looking at them. Your friends are all dancing together having fun. You only stand there smiling, admiring the scene and wondering what you did to surround yourself which such amazing people.

The ceremony was beautiful, all of you shared tears. It was celebrated at the coast, above the small cliff that ends up at the tiny cove that most people call "lit cove". It really looks illuminated when the golden hour sun hits it. You and your friends were mesmerized by the scene of the couple pronouncing their vows with the sunset hitting at the west. However, the party was even better. A big country house destined to celebrations that you loved visiting when you were young only to hang out around the horses. The main ballroom has a bar at the end and tables at its sides where guests sat to have dinner.

That's how you met them. That's how you met him. James and Sam were placed on you and your friends table too, so you got to know them. They seemed to be fun so you all ended up hanging out together during the whole evening. James is a bit shy though. Shy? Or quiet? Yeah, maybe quiet is the word. When you and your friends decided it was time to go dancing, Sam and James stayed at the table just talking… Until Sam got infected by the music and joined you, so you looked at James. You wanted him dancing too, of course you wanted him to dance around you. But he didn't, he just stayed there glancing at you, an almost-empty glass of wine held with his left hand before he disappeared. It wasn't until you approached the table to hydrate yourself after a dance session when you saw him again.

Going back to the present moment, you are smiling. You smile until you see a figure moving by the corner of your left eye. So you turn your head that way. James is coming back with an empty glass of champagne and he is smiling too. And he is getting closer to you. Damn he looks fine. Of course, your alcohol is doing all the talking inside your head. Is it though? He nods when he stops next to you, and smiles more. He is already so close you can feel the fabric of his black suit jacket brushing against the bare skin of your arm. You go back to looking at your friends before he starts thinking it's weird. But you wanna look at him, you’d be admiring him for hours.

"How long do you think they'll be there dancing?" he asked leaning his side to you so you can hear him better.

"As long as there's music, I'm sure…" you drank what was left of your glass and put it back on the table. "What about your friend?"

"As long as he sees me," he replied.

"What do you mean?" you glanced at him, curious.

"He won't give me a break, especially when he's drunk," you both looked at Sam doing weird movements you're not sure you can consider that dancing. "Yeah… And I bet he is".

You laughed, but you got distracted by his cologne. It is orange blossom and… Something smokey maybe. It's strong, but soft at the same time. You wish you could smell his scent for a little bit longer.

"I'm gonna head out again," James said. "See you–"

"There are horses back there," you rushed onto talking. You desperately need to keep you by his company, you don't feel like dancing anymore but neither to sit at the table alone. And you don't feel like being away from him for some reason. "A few meters away from the pool, worth seeing."

"Do you wanna show me around, then?"

That gets you by surprise, because you thought you could keep making him talk to you for a couple of minutes more with that but never thought you'd get that proposal. You are happy to take that offer, for sure. So you nod.

It is a clear night, and the sky, full of stars. The fact that the moon isn't on it tonight makes the stars visible. It is like appreciating a Christmas tree: shiny and calming. Summer makes the air feel heavier, thicker and stickier. You are glad that you are wearing a sleeveless dress, a champagne-colored midi number made of silk. Your heels slenderize your figure, making you look taller, curvier and… juicy. And James noticed that. He noticed that damn well, because the fabric of your dress makes your body shine under the lights. He couldn't stop looking at you while you were dancing in the middle of the room. Sometimes the billowy dress would award the fortunate observer a glimpse of your upper thighs; someone who, by means of coincidence, was looking at the right place at the right time.

James appreciated your charisma and that dimple that would peek its way through the corner of your smile when he was sharing with you a funny anecdote. But he also appreciated your body moving like a hurricane in the middle of the turmoil and, at that sight, considering that your dress was revealing a little too much so soon, he felt his black suit pants were shrinking second by second around his cock. Fuck…, he thought, knowing that he wouldn't be able to stand up without feeling the embarrassment. He had to leave the room for a few, served with another glass of champagne, to catch some fresh air and clear his head. Or… heads, both.

Your shoes echo through the silence of the night, only to be accompanied by James’. Not knowing why, you feel extremely nervous, scared of doing something weird that embarrassed yourself in front of this man. You get it together inside your head, but your body demonstrates otherwise.

You try to unlock the fence with your sweaty, flickering hands so that both of you can enter the stable, but without much success. James does the job for you, holding the fence up so you can get in, having to walk under his right arm. He sees you falter, and he smirks. You smile much more while showing James all of the horses, some of the names you still remember, deciding on which name the horses you don't know look like. There is something about the way both of you walk and talk quietly inside the stable, so the horses don't get agitated. It feels intimate, like you are telling each other secrets. You glance at him secretly while he pets one of the horses. His profile is something else, but when he looks back at you, there's something inside of you that is making your blood boil. Like the one heading to your inner thighs after he sends you a winning smile.

You both decide to leave the horses alone again, but stay outside next to a covered well full of flowerpots on it. James supports himself against the wall with his left forearm while folding his right knee in front of the other leg, adopting a really cheeky position (and attitude). He wouldn't stop looking at you standing in front of him, so you have to ask.

"What?" and you smile.

"Nothing," but he smirks. Oh, those lips...

You unconsciously bite your lower lip, trying to hold your nervous smile, so there's no other choice for James that looking straight at it. "Then, why are you looking at me like that?" you question again.

He laughs, leaning back his head, and it's like music to your ears. You feel your guts expanding inside your body like they were floating, and you feel that your stomach do flips too. Bucky keeps staring at you with a smirk on his face. You get closer.

"Seriously, what is it?” you say partly laughing, partly hiding the fact that he's killing you.

James laughs once again, "can't I look at you?" He caresses your arm from your shoulder down to your elbow, sending shivers down your spine. "You look amazing, Y/N".

He bites his lower lip, and glances at yours. You bite yours too, which makes James want to kiss you.

And he does. He grabs you by your waist to bring you dangerously closer to him. And he kisses you, towering over you, placing one of his hands at the side of your face to cup you, and leaving the other at your lower back. You are dumbfounded at first, but you quickly, effortlessly give in to his charms, placing your hands around the back of his neck. It's a rough kiss, giving both of you the sensation that you waited your whole lives to kiss each other.

James’ hands travel from your lower back down to your ass. You whimper at those big hands gripping your skin as if he wants to prevent you from escaping. The veins of his hands, clearly standing out of his skin. One of your hands grips his hair while the other travels down to his chest. It’s clear that you can’t get enough of him. Your body keeps heating up second by second, which will need to be cooled down sooner or later. James turns you over leaning your body against the well and grabs one of your thighs so hard you feel it’s gonna go numb. Your pussy feels his cock inside his pants rubbing against the fabric of your dress, and his hand squishing your leg even more. You gasp at the feeling of both, and that is a welcoming greet to James’ tongue, which enters into your mouth, touching your tongue. It makes you feel dizzy, and even more when he grabs your other leg and sits you on the well making a flowerpot fall to the floor, breaking into pieces.

You look down at the pot, feeling a bit of relief when you noticed it was empty. You are about to say something, but James positioning his finger on your chin to make you look at him again cut you off.

“Don’t worry about that, doll” James said. You hold your breath at that nickname. “Am I gonna have to do something else to make you pay attention to me, and only me?” he asks, lowering his body to the floor, kneeling in front of you.

You hold yourself on the well by putting both hands beside your body, noticing that you are still holding your breath.

James separates your legs while looking at you, knowing how bad you want it by watching your chest rise up and down even though he isn’t doing anything right now. He smirks. He feels like a champ because he knows what you have been missing all this time.

You feel his digits caressing your leg up until he reaches your burgundy panties which he doesn’t doubt even a bit to put to one side, so he has a better view of your cunt. He gives it a look only to connect his eyes to yours after. He kisses the inside of your thighs caringly. First the right one, and when you think he is about to press a kiss on your clit, he stops really close to it. You can feel his warm breath. So close, you think. You shut your eyes and wait for it to happen, dying inside, not being able to hold yourself together any longer. James smirks, and that’s when he knows you’re needy. He keeps moving his head towards your left thigh and press another soft kiss on your heated skin. What the... You open your eyes straightaway to look at him.

“So needy”, he keeps smirking. “Patience, sweetheart”, and he bites your inner thigh leaving a mark you never want to see disappear. You whimper at the feeling.

You can hear ‘Wild Side’ by Normani playing faraway in the background, inside the ballroom, just as James is making you go wild.

“Please…”, you beg. James gives you a glance while he caresses your body from your lower back and up. “Do it, please James…”

Such a good girl…, he says in his head. You see James’ eyes looking into yours more deeply than ever during that night. He gives you a piercing, fix stare, even when his tongue first touches your clit. He never stops looking at your expressions, your moans, the places where you put your hands. He is the most attentive guy you have been with. James closes his eyes to enjoy what he is doing to you: the way you taste, the sounds that leave your throat. He’s proud of how he’s making you feel.

He licks your folds up and down, slowly but passionately, until he stops on your clit to suck it. Your eyes roll back at the feeling. James continues licking your clit in every direction you love. You feel one of his fingers slipping inside, his digit pressing that spot that is making you lose it. The movements of his tongue around your clit intensifies and speeds up. Your body starts giving him signs that you are about to cum, so James puts his hand on your mouth. You slowly open it, and James doesn’t hesitate to insert two of his fingers inside which you take without hesitation, and that makes you moan.

However, right when you feel yourself finishing, you hear a familiar voice coming from behind.

“Hey, Buck–…”, screams Sam looking for both of you. “Oh, shit… Shhhhit”, he whispers when he realizes what James is doing when he peeks Sam from between your legs. Sam turns around even though he couldn’t see anything just to give both of you some privacy.

You freak out and close your legs as soon as James gets up and relocate your dress to cover up your thighs. You don’t even dare to look at Sam as the embarrassment makes you feel really uncomfortable. You feel how damp you are when you stand up, leaving your panties completely ruined. Your heart is pounding hard inside your chest and on your clit, but Sam’s annoying presence killed the mood completely. James stands in front of you to cover you, as he saw your face get chili red when you heard Sam.

“Sam, later.” James states authoritatively, so Sam walks towards the compound straightway. “Sorry about that,” you turn to him and melt at his face expression: guilty, embarrassed and apologetic eyes glancing at yours. “This guy, just… That’s what I meant when I told you he never leaves me alone,” he laughs.

“Don’t worry uh,… It’s not your fault.” You walked away towards the viewpoint not being able to hold his gaze for that long because you still remember how his tongue was moving around your slit. You lick your lips, disappointed because you miss his mouth already.

James ducks down, but he isn’t the kind of person that leave things unfinished. He walks towards you while you keep looking to the depth of the forest spreading in front of you, under the night sky. You feel his hands sliding around your waist, and his boner pressed against your butt. James hugs you from behind and kisses your neck, your shoulder and your collar bone, creating heated waves of pleasure like the ripples of water originated from just a single drop.

“James…” you moan, almost in a whisper.

He bites your earlobe, making your eyes roll back once again. You feel his stubble pleasantly scratching your neck while he's leaving warm kisses all over your skin. You hold onto his forearms, completely wrapped around you, and when your digits reach the veins of his hands you turn around, not being able to resist anymore. James moans when he meets your mouth, welcoming your passionate kiss as hungry as he is. He gets chills at the back of his neck when you reach for his dark hair.

“I need more...” you gasp completely out of breath as you push him to the closest wall you find.

You receive James' aroused sight as he looks at your mouth like a champion, glad that he feels just the same as you did when he was eating your pussy. You take slow steps towards him without breaking the eye contact and you feel his desperation to kiss you, touch you again. Until you both do, until his lips connect with yours one more time.

“God, you make me crazy” he whispers between breaths, which makes you giggle.

The whimper he lets out after you start touching his cock over his pants feels like music to your ears, a better melody than any artist could ever create. You take off his belt and glance down to it for a second. His bulge was significantly visible under his trousers, so you unzip them to free him from it. You take a second to admire his length and wrap your hand delicately around it. James sighs out of desperation.

“Sweet Jesus, doll...” he says while you spit on his dick and start rubbing it around it.

His penis feels so warm on your hand, and you look at him to remember how the pleasure you are giving him is making him feel. James rests his head on the wall breathing in deeply as he keeps forgetting to do so. You focus on his jaw muscles flexing, creating that sharp line that could cut your lips when you kiss it. He looks so well it excites you, so you lick his length from the base to the head. He moans a bit louder when you stop your tongue on his frenulum, making him roll his eyes. Flicking it up and down, and then you move again to his head to roll your tongue around it. You take it in.

James keeps moaning, groaning and pulling on your hair to have a better view of your face. You like it, and it turns you on even more (if that was even possible). One of your hands reach for his balls, stroking them gently.

“Oh my fucking... God, damn”, James whimpers. “I’m not gonna be able to hold it any longer, Y/N”

You take his dick out of your mouth, jerking it with your hand, to catch your breath. You open your eyes to look at him, “then don’t”, you reply. “Cum for me, James”.

You open your lips to suck on his cock again, taking it deep into your throat. James groans, and right after you pull him out again to breathe, he curses repetitively. You open your mouth widely, getting ready for him to cum on it while you jerk his length fast. “Oh, god...” he moans, and at that he creams your tongue and lips when he finishes. You smile taking it all in, licking and cleaning all of his cock, still stroking it to help him get the last of it.

“Shit, doll...”, he whispers while he combs your hair with his hands. “That’s it, take it all...”, and he sees you swallow. “Good girl”.

James zips his pants. He cups your face and lifts your chin so that you stand up in front of him. He kisses you, getting a taste of his own cum. He turns you around and pushes you against the wall, making you whimper. You never thought that this was gonna happen at the wedding, nor that he was gonna be the subject of your desires, but you greet the fact that he is even if you don’t know if you’ll be able to experience this again with a man like him.

You feel his hand touching your body, memorizing every single curve of it. He massages your breast and his other hand travels downwards. James reaches your thigh and holds it firmly to make you hug his hip with it. That’s how he gets a better access to your cunt again. You feel him touch you over your panties, until he stops the kiss to look at you, surprised.

“You’re so damn wet...”, he whispers.

“That’s how you make me feel,” you reply, grinding onto his fingers, desperate to feel them touch your clit.

“Oh yeah?” he asks, moving your aside so that he can directly touch your slit. “Grind on me”, he orders.

You start moving your hips back and forth slowly, pushing back the rush of having the orgasm that was taken from you before. However, it is such a hard task especially while you feel James’ serious eyes watching as you move even with your eyes closed. You feel his presence without looking at him, not even aware of how hard he can be when his partner starts getting more sexually comfortable around him. He doesn’t wanna go too far tonight, not sure if you can take it or not yet.

“Go faster”, he demands. His hoarse voice after cumming, making you vibrate inside.

You grind on his fingers as fast as you can. Feeling your clit pounding harder second by second, and at the verge of an orgasm. Your pussy, dripping already, signals you to hold the rhythm... and you do. “James, I... I’m gonna cum”, you moan, tattooing his name on your throat.

“Cum for me, Y/N”, he says. “Show me how good that feels”.

You let yourself go. James covers your mouth with his other hand to stop your scream. The fact that you could have been caught again by someone else was making this feel even more exciting. He watches you hold your breath, and then gasping for it while you keep moaning deeply. Your legs start shaking, so James helps you keep your balance by holding one of your legs. You sinked your claws on his arms, and feel guilty about it now. He doesn’t, though. He likes it very much.

“You’re such a good girl...”, he says before pecking your lips.

You start laughing out of pleasure, feeling your cum wet your underwear even more. “That was... amazing.”

He smiles, putting a lock of your hair behind your ear. “We’ll do this again.” You nod to that excited, making James not being able to hold his authoritative temper and laugh at it.

He helps you stand up. You relocate your dress again as if nothing had happened under that starry night sky. You look at him and smile. James kisses you once again, more gentle this time, and his hands placed on your cheeks. “We should go back”, you say.

“Oh yeah? Should we?”, he looks up, joking. “No, I don’t think so, doll”, he continues, softly roaring.

You laugh at him, letting his arms lift you up around in the air while he hugs you. He smiles fondly at you, deciding that this isn’t gonna be the last night you would see each other again. That tonight, something awoke in both of you after you first met at the table. There was a glimpse of light inside James’ eyes, and a bit of dark inside yours. As if both of you balanced your scales with each other. He lets you down on the floor, and you hold his hand while you walk towards the compound entrance.

“We should dance” he offers, making you twirl in front of him while you walk next to each other.

“Oh...”, you look at him playfully, noticing you aren’t gonna escape from the other for the rest of the night. “Now you wanna dance?”.

“Hell yeah I do”.

You both step into the dance room, rocking your bodies in harmony while everyone looks at you, wondering whatever happened. A secret you are determined to keep sharing with this man in front of you forever.

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