#doesn't he have a nervous gesture where he bites or puts it in his mouth?

[suengmi]

- stray kids realizing they fell in love with you

genre: fluff/romance, gn!reader, established!relationships warnings/other: none just... GROSS FLUFF, kissing, play fighting

anyways... some more soft hours lesgooo

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⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ bang chan

it's probably a sunny early morning on no particular day, he's just admiring you in your sleep. he's appreciating some of the acne scars on your cheek and how sometimes it makes him sad when you say you hate them because he thinks they're pretty, and that it tells a story. that's the thing about chan is that he notices things, small lil things that you might not. maybe its the scar on your leg or the bite mark from that dog that bit you on the nose. or maybe it's just the way you cover yourself when he's on top of you telling you how glad he is you mustered up the courage to confess to him when he knew you'd liked him for months. really, he always was in love with you, he just didn't know how to say it or wrap his head around it. but with you next to him, hair splayed in a mess as you sleep he realizes. it finally clicks that he does and he always had.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ lee know

with lee know, when he knows, he knows. lee know kind of realizes it when he sees you on the floor of the kitchen, tears streaming from your eyes to your cheeks about the burnt dinner you wanted to cook him. so he'd pick up the burnt potato from the baking tray and put it in his mouth. he'd finish the whole mouthful and tell you (with a scrunched face) that it was 100% fine. you'd probably cry again, but him seeing how upset you were over a simple gesture to make dinner for him made his heart swell and burst. you'd be pissed and ask why he was smiling, but he'd simply shake his head. no hesitation or wavering in his voice as comforted you, telling you he'd happily order take out.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ changbin

you're just in your pyjamas, cleaning your teeth at his house. hair flicking in all directions and bare face showing with pride. he's just standing in the doorway, admiring the way you brush angrily, while you're being annoyed that it's taking two minutes of your life every night. "like... if no animals have to brush their teeth, why do we?" you'd complain spitting out the toothpaste. he kinda of loves how you think of these things, such random observations and thoughts you feel safe enough speaking and sharing with him. he'd listen to your rant about dental hygiene. but in the end, when you were done, he'd simply smile at you. it kind of clicks, all of the moments in your relationship til now. he just has a gentle smile on his face as he adores every part of you. no 'ifs' 'ands' or 'buts' going through his mind. just love.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ hyunjin

it's a multitude of things. hyunjin always notices the small changes in your voice. he notices how you feel just by your posture or the way you message him, but one thing he particularly loves is the way you like to line up the cups a certain way after cleaning the kitchen. it's on this one night, just any night, where it finally clicks for the first time. you're just talking about your day, how you need him to remind you to take your cat to the vet. it's when he bends down to give you a kiss mid sentence that he finally realizes it. the kiss is sweet and long, almost innocent with how he pulls back before pressing another small kiss on your nose. he'd feel a bit nervous, averting his eyes and speaking in a mumbled tone as he helped dry the plates you had washed. "what did you say babe?" you'd ask but he'd shake his head just continuing to help you clean. "oh, uh nothing."

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ seungmin

with seungmin, it's simple. he's always been one to be sure of his feelings. when he knows it, it just seems to fall in place. he doesn't feel the need to blurt it out at first, but he seems to show it in his actions. in all honesty, he knew early on. he liked your spice, he liked your willingness to learn and admit you were wrong. he especially loved how you called people on their bullshit, including him. no one had ever put him in his place, and he loved that you did that for him. you didn't pander to him and your honesty was refreshing. it's in a moment that he feels the need to say it, suddenly feeling nervous for the first time in your relationship. the thumps in his chest would worry him a bit, the urge to tell you, but he doesn't. he wants to save it for another time when he feels it'll be more special. because you deserved that.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ felix

it's probably a big 'aha!' moment with felix. he's never really questioned himself or his feelings for you, but it kind of waves over him like a numbing breeze under his skin. you've fallen asleep on your video chat, your cheek scrunched up against the pillow you're hugging and mouth a little open as you breathe. it's cold, so you're all rugged up with your doona up against your chin. he just watches you. he enjoys seeing you sleep so soundly and he loves that you feel comfortable enough to let yourself fall asleep while video chatting. you were just talking about something related to his game, but he knew you were tired. so he let you sleep, not ending the call or saying anything to wake you. he ends up laying down himself, just admiring you as you are. though, he does tell you he loves you but you're not awake to hear it. he'll tell you in the morning.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jisung

it's almost like a tree trunk fell on his head. you're just laying across the couch from him, legs entwined into his own. you're in his trackie pants, the ones that are probably a bit too tight for you and too loose for him. buuuuut he loves how it looks tight across your ass. it's when you say it to him for the first time. you're kind of debating about something and you'd chime in with a a simple 'well, that's because i love you so that doesn't count.' and he freezes. your confession made him realize that he felt just the same, but you were the one to take the lead just laying it out in front of him on a silver platter. you're totally fine as you continue talking to him about whatever it was you were prior, and he ends up excusing himself to get a drink. his head would be spinning with all the emotion he's feeling, finally realizing that he'd felt like this for a while.

⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ jeongin

jeongin knows it when you're both having a play fight (not that this isn't a regular thing lmao) he jokes about how you're easy to flip over, regardless of your size because he has the 'man strength' as he coined it. you'd argue back, telling him that his masculinity has nothing to do with it as you pinched at both of his ears and pulled. he'd just karate chop at your arms, pulling you over himself to throw you into the snow. once he had you on the ground he'd eventually get your hands above your head, pinning you there gloating that he was stronger. you'd just make a fart noise with your mouth, wriggling beneath him. this is the exact moment he knows. his strength lessens, and his face would probably turn into a smile before giving you a quick kiss. "that's cheating!!!!" you'd protest face all >:( when he just grinned bigger letting his feelings wash over him.

DON'T ASK WHAT THIS IS

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[lihhelsing]

Hate That I Loved You

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 ↓ | Part 6

As always, Eddie gets sucked in the shoot. After the scene with Steve is done, he needs to work on some scenes with the band and he loses track of time. This music video is important. It needs to be perfect. 

Not only because he’s putting himself out there and showing all his broken pieces to the world, but also because it could be the difference between making it and getting forgotten. 

The pressure is on, and Eddie isn’t very good at working under pressure. It makes him want to run and hide. It makes him want to disappear, andx` it takes a toll on him to stay present, attentive. 

It makes him almost forget about Steve. It makes him think Steve left, but when he’s finally done, he walks back to his dressing room so he can get rid of his make-up and maybe sleep for a week, and then, there he is. 

Steve is leaning on the wall, hands in his pockets as if this is just a casual encounter. As if this isn't about to tilt Eddie's entire world. 

 "You're here," Eddie says dumbly. In a second, Steve loses his carefree stance and stands straight, bringing one hand to the back of his neck. 

"Uh, sorry. Should I go? I thought you… You must be tired, sorry," Steve says and Eddie panics. It's not what he meant, he's just nervous. 

"No! No, stay. I'm just-"

"I should go, actually. You said later, I just thought-"

Fuck. They are both in that awkward moment where they are trying to justify what they said and Eddie is fucking getting it all wrong. Steve looks like he's about to bolt, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. 

"Steve," Eddie tries, but Steve is still saying things like he's leaving and he shouldn't have assumed and how Eddie is so busy nowadays he forgets himself.

"I'm sorry, seriously, I can go."

"Steve," Eddie says again and there's a long silence after he does. Steve is looking at him with uncertainty in his eyes, and Eddie hates himself a little more because of that. Steve had always been so sure of himself, so confident. 

When they first kissed, Eddie was a mess, completely embarrassed after admitting to having a crush on his straight friend. Steve laughed sweetly and cupped his face with his hand. 

"I really want us to talk. Will you come in with me?" Eddie gestures at his dressing room and it takes Steve a long second to answer. He nods his head and Eddie leads the way, unsure if he should say something else or not. 

Steve stays near the door, like he's afraid Eddie will ask him to leave at a short notice and Eddie tries to make this as natural as possible. Steve had gone to a couple of shows when they dated, it wasn't as fancy, but it looked a lot like this.

After a concert, all Eddie wanted to do was stay close to Steve, still unable to believe he could call him his boyfriend. When did he forget about that feeling? 

"Thanks for coming here," Eddie says when his brain fails to be useful. He watches Steve from the mirror as he looks for some cotton pads. 

"You don't need to keep thanking me. It's fine. I actually…" Steve bites his lip as if he's afraid something is going to fall off if he doesn't stop it. He looks embarrassed.

Eddie waits. 

"It's ok. You can tell me. I won't judge. Was it the money?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth, Eddie realizes he shouldn't have said anything. It's the wrong thing to say, as usual. 

Steve has this thing he does when he closes off. Crosses his arms in front of his body and puffs his chest as if he's inviting Eddie to fight him. Whenever they talked about Eddie's career, Steve did that. 

It's a defensive mechanism. Steve got hurt by people before. People who left him behind. Eddie, who left him behind. Fuck. 

"Sorry, it's none of my busi-"

"It's actually because I wanted to see you," Steve says so simply, like he has no idea how those words can pierce through Eddie's chest, aimed at his heart like a loaded gun. 

Eddie closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He reaches for the cotton pad for something to do with his hands, but stops when he realizes he's trembling. How the hell is he fucking this up so much? 

There's this long silence and Eddie feels suffocated by it. He's afraid Steve is gonna leave and he's afraid Steve is never picking up the phone again. He needs to fix things. 

He can't let him walk away again. 

"Shit, sorry. I'm a jackass," Eddie says, hoping Steve will laugh at his self deprecating truth, but he doesn't. In reality, he knows Steve never liked when Eddie did that. 

"Maybe I should go," Steve says again, under his breath. Eddie knows he doesn't mean it. Knows he just wants the reassurance. 

"Please, stay," Eddie gives it to him. He'd give him anything to make him stay. "Can we start over? I'm just… It's not an excuse, but these past days have been very stressful and I just…"

"Can't work under pressure. I know," Steve says softly and Eddie thinks he's winning something because of the way Steve's mouth lifts, just a tiny bit. "Sure, we can start again."

There's the silence again, but it's less overwhelming this time. Steve lets his arms fall to his side, open, earnest. If he wasn't, he wouldn't have come all this way. If he didn't think things could be fixed, he wouldn't be standing here this late, watching Eddie with those hazel eyes of his. 

Eddie doesn't know how he could've ever walked away from him. Steve is this precious thing, this sweet guy who has been hurt and still finds a way to love people. Who fights for the ones he loves so fiercely when Eddie is so used to running away. 

Who let Eddie run away because he knew that was what Eddie needed, back then. Who picked up the phone and listened to his voice and thought that maybe… 

He came all the way to Eddie because of a maybe and Eddie doesn't know if he ever loved Steve more than he does right now.

He desperately needs to fix things because his brain is already moving too fast, filling in the blanks, making him want to just get up, cradle Steve's face in his hands and kiss the hell out of him. But he knows that's not what he should do. 

If he did it, if he pulled him close and kissed him, Eddie is 86% sure Steve would go along with it. He would kiss him, would hold him. He would make love to him, if Eddie asked nicely. But he would be gone in the morning and he wouldn't pick up the phone ever again because he would think Eddie just wanted him for that, a quick fuck. 

Steve always had the hardest time seeing how good he was. Always thought people saw him like that, something disposable. Eddie never did. 

So, as much as he wants that right now, because Steve is looking so gorgeous under this light, he knows he can't have it. Knows he needs to power through this, talk things out, fix things. 

Eddie takes a deep breath.

"Hey," he says, turning in his chair now to really look at him. Doesn't want to see him through glass anymore. "Thanks for coming. Can we talk?"

Steve presses his lips together, trying to fight a smile. He shakes his head as if he can't believe Eddie. 

"Hi. Yeah, we can talk."

#steddie #steddie fic #rockstar AU #second chance romance #stranger things #eddie munson #Steve harrington #hate that I loved you #Eddie munson x Steve Harrington

[fullsunrise]

Midnight Dare

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Haechan x Original female character

Minor Characters: Johnny, Mark

Genre: Humor, Romance

Warnings: Sexual themes (very suggestive), mentions of alcohol, Haechan has a big dick (oops)

A/N: Happy New Year! Here's a oneshot I manically wrote after reading a prompt posted here that says "Their friends dare them to kiss a stranger at midnight and they are just tipsy enough to actually do it."

“You know, it's actually really hard having such a fat cock,” He said, letting out a dramatic sigh. A few forced laughs and groans followed.

Tessa wasn't eavesdropping, but it was difficult to ignore him even from across the room. It was at least the third time that night she heard him mention his dick. It had to be on purpose, because he always brought it up the moment she was within hearing radius.

“Does this guy ever shut up,” Tessa said quietly to herself. Taking a swing from the bottle, a sour taste filled her mouth. Either the beer was clearly skunked or her body was having a visceral reaction to the man sitting on the couch a few feet away from her.

“Ah, there you are!”

As she turned her head to the familiar voice from behind her, her heart immediately dropped. She’s rudely greeted with Mark’s shit-eating grin and Johnny’s soft smirk. This pair never sits well with her, and Tessa can feel the beer rise up in her throat. Flashbacks from almost every single party in college came flooding back instantly. With these two, there was never a dull moment. They would always come up with a plan to make the night more interesting. It seemed they’ve never left their scheming ways behind.

“Why do you two look so happy? Finally get laid?”

“Actually, it's you who is going to get laid,” Johnny corrected her.

Operation “get Tessa laid” was apparently well underway, and she knew she couldn't stop them if they’ve already put their minds to it. Maybe it's best to just hear them out, she thought. How crazy would their idea even be?

“And why is that?”

“Cause we have a dare for you,” Mark adds, his smirk never faltering.

Tessa was never one to back down from a good dare. And what was the harm in acting like a bunch of college kids again, for old times sake?

“Hit me,” she replied, tilting the bottle again for another sip. The sour taste was still there. Tessa knew she needed a stronger drink than this to get through the night. She could pretend that she wasn't nervous, but Mark and Johnny didn't need to know.

“Okay so you know “Fat Cock” guy over there, right?” Mark gestured over to the couch, but Tessa didn't need to look. Regret bubbled up in her stomach and she thought her beer might come up any second.

“Unfortunately,” she muttered, waiting for him to get on with it already.

“Well it doesn't look like he's getting much action tonight, so we thought we could help him out,” Johnny continued where Mark left off.

“And where is my part in all of this?"

“At midnight, we dare you to give him a New Year’s kiss,” Johnny said, and she waited for the punchline. But it never comes, because the look on his face is one of sheer determination.

“So are you in?” Mark added, trying to make it come out as a question. But it was more like a command.

Ah, the illusion of free will. Tessa never really had a choice, because one of them always made sure not taking the dare was the worse option.

“Sure,” she said with a smirk, “You know I’m always in.”

Tessa tried to keep her false confidence from showing, worried that they might see right through her ruse. As she glanced at the couch, he was still there. No longer boosting, but instead smirking. As if he knew what was being conjured up right under his nose. She definitely needed another drink.

“That didn't take a lot of convincing,” Johnny noted, trying to bite back a laugh.

He was right, normally Tessa would fight a lot harder than this. But it was just a kiss, nothing more. Harmless.

“It’s the most tame dare you've given me since college,” She reminded him. He didn't respond, but instead simply nodded in acknowledgement. A comfortable lull in the conversation fell, and Tessa took this time to let the dare soak. It was going to be easy. As she started to formulate the plan in her head, Tessa was interrupted when the silence was broken.

“So why are you still standing here?” Mark questioned.

“It's not even close to midnight,” she quipped. “Plus, I’m going to get another drink.”

“You might want to reconsider doing that,” Johnny warned as he quickly checked his phone before clicking it off and shoving it back in his pocket. “It's t-minus two minutes until midnight.”

Only two minutes? Was her sense of time that altered? And how the hell was she going to pull this one off? No introduction, just kiss him and walk away like nothing happened?

“Oh, and let us know if he's lying or not,” Mark said in a tone that definitely was way too serious. Johnny let out a snicker, and her eyes went wide.

“Don't keep your hopes up,” Tessa narrowed her eyes before giving Johnny and Mark a disgusted glance. It was just a dare, but it felt like she was walking into her grave.

There he was, in all his glory. The man, the myth, the legend? He lounged on the couch, his arm draped over the cushions as he analyzed the crowd. Thankfully no one was around him. Tessa couldn't go forward with the dare with an audience. But that was incorrect. She did in fact have an audience of two and suddenly she could feel their eyes bore into her back. Were they waiting for her to crash and burn? Of course they were.

Without warning, the countdown around her began. Counting down her slipping sanity like a chanting cult. It was all so silly how easily embarrassed she was about a simple kiss. But there was no time to think. With her heart no longer trusting her brain to take control, her body seemed to move on its own accord.

As she sat down right next to him, her thigh pressing against his own, his attention was instantly pulled into her orbit. This close, she could see his deep brown eyes and how the light danced within them. He seemed shocked at first, but he quickly composed himself. As if he knew. As if he’d been expecting this.

Fuck. He was better looking than Tessa thought, then again she only peeked at him from afar. A safe distance. But safety was thrown out the window when she closed in on him, pressing her lips to his the second everyone cheered.

Shouts of “Happy new year!” rang throughout the crowded apartment, but time seemed to slow. His lips were unbelievably soft, melting into her own like a popsicle in the blazing summer heat. How could it be this warm in the winter? She could feel him bringing her in closer by her waist. Then a familiar heat started to grow between her thighs. It didn't take long until she wanted more and more.

A safe distance, what was that? Desire clouded her judgment as he deepened the kiss. It was tender, yet filled with need. Her body was on fire. Just as she was about to snake her hand up his thigh, to find out if he was telling the truth, he pulled away with a knowing smirk. As if he caught her red-handed.

“Happy new year,” she said breathlessly.

“What's your name?” he softly asked.

Was this the same guy from earlier? Mr. Fat Cock? She should’ve felt repulsed, but her body failed her. A warm heat crept up in her cheeks. Maybe it was curiosity that kept her by his side. She completed the dare after all, maybe she could indulge in her friends’ inquiry. Just for tonight. Because who was she kidding? They weren't the only ones who were curious.

“Tessa,” she told him, and waited for his reply.

“Pleasure to meet you, Tessa.” he said, and it felt like his voice was bewitching her. “I’m Haechan.” His smirk never left his face. He didn't say another word and left his eyes to speak for him. Like he was saying I know why you’re here, do you want to find out?

And like a moth to the flame, Tessa couldn't help but take his invitation. What was the harm in finding out if he was just bluffing? Haechan slowly rose from the couch wordlessly, his eyes never leaving hers. When he stretched his hand outwards for her to reach, Tessa took it without a second guess. Because there was no time for thinking. Not when he guided her through the crowd and down the hallway. She could only hear the distant laughter and conversations mixed with her loud heart beat.

No time for regret as he pulled her in the empty bathroom and cornered her between his body and the door. His arm raised above her head to shut the door as quietly as he could, like he was making sure no one suspected they had disappeared. The noise from the rest of the party was muffled, and Tessa wondered if they would be able to hear her cries of pleasure. Because when he pressed his body into hers for the second time that night, she could feel that he was definitely not lying.

#nct #haechan #nct 127 #nct dream #nct fanfic #nct 127 fanfic #haechan fanfic #nct dream fanfic #lee haechan #mark lee #johnny suh #haechan fic

[jungwonseyebrowsonflick]

♡︎𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠 ʷⁱᵗʰ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 ♡︎

Pairing: you x Enhypen member

Genre: fluff soft

Warning: none

︎ ♡︎ ℍ𝔼𝔼𝕊𝔼𝕌ℕ𝔾♡︎

" I never thought our first date will be in your apartment....this is different " you smiled your eyes landing on the beautiful table with delicious food above it.  "Yeah I usually don't invite any girl to my apartment that means," he wiggle an eyebrow and smirked. " you are special to me...so enjoy " he smiled opening the seat to you. As you two were digging on the food. You felt his eyes gazed at you for a long time and look up at him. " is there anything you want to tell me? You keep staring..." you chuckled feeling flustered. He coughed and cracked his upper body to feel more relax. "It's just....you're so pretty...that's all..." he said before slurping up that ramen he was eating. You coughed at the sudden compliment. You bit your bottom lip. " well you look so sexy eating that ramen so good-" now he was choking his food out.

♡︎𝕁𝔸𝕐♡︎

" Jay, this restaurant looks too expensive, and you're the one paying for everything, I-I honestly don't know what to-" Jay cut you off. " don't worry, just enjoy our date love" he smiled kindly as he softly put a hand behind the small area of your back. He moved the chair to the side for you to sit. " thank you" you sat down. Once he sat down a waiter run towards him. " Mr.Park Jay, welcome back again! So what's you're going to order?" He asked. Once food was served on the table Jay look at you and gesture you to eat. " Jay I don't want you to think I'm going out with you because you're rich, you give me so many expensive stuff and I don't how to feel about it" you said sincerely holding his hand. He smiled and nodded. " I know you're not, but I do all this because I want to, I want to please you with everything, because I love you" he stand up, reach to you above the table to kiss your lips.

♡︎𝕁𝔸𝕂𝔼♡︎

" Don't you think having a camping date is fun?" He asked holding your hand as you two walk together calmly looking at the beautiful nature around you two. " it is and it's much more romantic because it's with you" you flirted rubbing his hand with both of your hands to express your love affection for him. He stop walking and stare at your eyes, nose, and lips for a few seconds. " come here," he grasps your waist against him and kiss your lips softly yet there was passion.  Oh LORD how much you love him.

♡︎𝕊𝕌ℕ𝔾ℍ𝕆𝕆ℕ♡︎

"Uhh...do you think a date in a cafe restaurant was a good idea?" He asked sounding nervous and looking awkward as he scratch behind his ear. " Babe relax! It's okay! Plus cafes are one of my favorite places to eat breakfast, specifically this cafe has the best donuts!" You said taking a bite of your chocolate sprinkle donut. Sunghoon laughed soon feeling relax. " I'm glad you like it, you know how I am, I'm not good with this type of things" he said scratching the table with his index finger. " no babe it's alright, don't worry, it doesn't matter where we go as long it's with you!" You grab him and kiss his cheeks multiple times. Soon the confident Sunghoon you know came back and moved closer to you. He wraps an arm around your waist. " let me feed you, baby open your mouth ahhh" he teased you trying to shove the donut inside your mouth.

♡︎𝕊𝕌ℕ𝕆𝕆♡︎

" you planned this well didn't you? The sky is so blue and the clouds look like cotton candy, the sun is so bright, the lake is so pretty and shiny, the grass is greener than ever, everything is just perfect" you smiled as you admire the beauty of your surrounding. Sunoo look down at you with a smiled and laid next to you. However he used an arm and hand to rest his head on so he could look above you. "The view is beautiful specially when you are in it" he flirted innocently. His soft cheeks turning a shade of pink. You caress his cheek softly. " and you're more beautiful..." you complimented back. Sunoo laughed as he finally laid next to you, his hand rested on your belly as he reach to kiss the side of your forehead. "This picnic date will be so memorable" he said holding you close to him.  " it'll sure will!" You said pulling him above you to kiss him.

♡︎𝕁𝕌ℕ𝔾𝕎𝕆ℕ♡︎

Both Jungwon and you enjoy watching the comedy movie together in the movie theater. " hahaha he is so dumb!" He pointed at the male character on the screen. His dimples deepened as he smiled widely. You laughed too eating a popcorn. "Right! He is making a big deal in confessing his love towards the girl....tell me...where you having a hard time to confess to me?" You whispered against his ear softly as you didn't want the others to hear that part of the conversation. Jungwon grinned sheepishly as he immediately grab your hand and cross his fingers between yours. " I mean...I didn't do it in a exaggerated way like him...but I did practice a lot in how I should confess...but at the end I didn't have to use it because you were the one who confess to me first..." he smirked looking deep into your eyes. You pinch his chin softly. "That's right, and that makes me cool," you joked pecking on his lips softly. Jungwon did not want to let you go but since you two are in the movie theater, he had to.

♡︎ℕ𝕀𝕂𝕀♡︎

You two went to a good fast food restaurant, went shopping together, went to a gaming center, and lastly both of you end up laying together on top of your car looking at the stars that looked more beautiful than ever. "Why are the stars looking more beautiful tonight? Is it because you're here with me?" He flirted, raising an eyebrow, and looking at you. You laughed and slightly hit his arm. " maybe, but honestly it does look so pretty tonight, today we had such a great date, I had fun Riki," you turn to your side to look at your pretty boyfriend. Riki showed you his shy smile as he also turn to the side to look at you. Both of you stare at each other silently for a moment. The breezy air blowing on to you two. Riki put a piece of hair behind your ear.  "Should we end this night with a kiss?" He suggested with a shy smile and giggle. You smiled shyly back. " yes please." you said. Both of you got closer as you two share a sweet and soft kiss beneath the stars.

Thank You For Reading

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#enhypen #kpop #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen jake #enhypen jungwon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen niki #enhypen hard hours #enhypen imagines #enhypen smut #enhypen scenarios #park sunghoon #enhypen fluff #sunghoon #enhypen fl #enhypen x reader #jungwon #sunghoon scenarios

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Touch of Glass,, Act ll, Chapter 1

prolouge

masterlist

chapter 2 ( coming soon )

tags: @willowaudreykeyes @saltofsaints @red-ace-in-space

a/n: Act l is over! Now this is where things start to go downhill, and personally my favorite part of the story so far. The prologue is on my masterlist, along with all the chapters from Act l and the little post that started this whole thing. For anyone who doesn't know, the story originally starts off in June, so the weather is hot out and all. Setting is New Orleans, time period is the 1920's. Lot's of music will be in these next few chapters. Some sensitive topics will be mentioned so before the chapter starts there will be a trigger warning! That's all for now. Happy Reading!

Cigarette Kisses

" We have finally expanded to Australia!" My father said happily, as everyone else in the room cheered. Vox and Valentino grinned as my father moved to sit down towards the end of the table. I sunk lower into my seat, now feeling nervous. Something felt off. Like something was wrong. I stared at Vox, who was lighting a cigarette, before looking to Valentino who was staring at Charles intently, before finally looking to my father. He was sweating, and it was noticeable. As if he was in a room with hot water. He was laughing, as if he was forced. I stood up, smoothing out my dress, as Aunt Molly looked up at me.

" Your leaving?" She asked me before I nodded.

" I want to go out for a moment, I need some air." I responded as calmly as I could. I gestured for Peter to follow me out, hoping Vox nor Valentino would come after me.

Something was definitely wrong.

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" So you think something's wrong with your father, just because he seems to be sweating and nervous?" Peter asked me, as I paced back and forth on the front porch of the house. I nodded, trying to stop myself from biting my nails. It was a habit I had had since I was young, and my mother would always tell me to stop. That it wasn't lady like. " Miss, maybe he was just, afraid he wouldn't get the deal he wanted." Peter said, trying to rationalize. I let out a hm and stopped, before sitting down on one of the steps. Peter sat next to me as I put my arms onto my knees, leaning forward.

" Are you alright? You've been acting strange lately." Peter asked me. I sighed and shook my head. It was silent for a while. Neither one of us said a word. “ We’re losing money.” Peter said suddenly. My head shot up, and my eyes went wide.

“ What?” I asked, before Peter nodded.

“ The world is plummeting into a depression. We’re losing money. Your mother sent you to the states to see if it was any better here, but it’s not . Everyone’s losing money. The world is losing money. It’s becoming useless.” Peter said, and I was silent. I wasn’t sure what to say. Why did no one tell me? How long had this been happening? “ Your mothers worried, for everyone. Japan wants nothing to do with the states, money is becoming useless. The world is going into a depression.” Peter said, and I was silent once again. What would we do?

“ What about my father? Do you know anything about him?” I asked, before Peter nodded.

“ He has money, for now. His partners are trying to get more. But that doesn’t help the rest of us. He’s been trying to convince Lauren to get rid of the baby she’s carrying.” Peter said. I gasped and my hands flew over my mouth. What? Why?

“ I don’t talk to her much, but why?” I asked, shifting to fact Peter. He lowered his head, a frown on his face.

“ Your father doesn’t want another child.” Peter said and I felt myself shake. “ I don’t blame him for not wanting the child. But his desperate attempts to convince Lauren are stressing her out.” Peter said. He was right. My father wasn’t so young to have children. It wouldn’t be wise to have a child, especially now with the state we were all in.

“ I had no idea any of this was happening.” I said, looking at the railing.

“ Maybe because you’ve been too busy running off with that man.” Peter said, his tone harsh.

“ Alastor?” I asked, before Peter huffed and looked away from me.

“ I never said his name.” Peter said, crossing his arms and leaning back on the steps.

“ You didn’t need too.” I said, standing up. My blood boiling raging hot. “ He’s a good man, I don’t know why you don’t like him. That scene you caused was no better either.” I said to him, before Peter stood up, now towering over me.

“ He is a useless good for nothing radio host who thinks he’s can have his way with you.” Peter said, glaring at me.

“ As if being someone’s ‘bodyguard’ or ‘personal assistant’ is any better. At least Alastor is self made.” I responded, inching closer to his face.

Peter went quiet at that. He just stared at me, blinking.

“ He’s involved. With your father.” Peter said, before opening his jacket and pulling out a vanilla folder. “ He’s been pulling large amounts of his money from the bank, and sending it somewhere unknown. He’s getting these large shipments of who knows what. He sends these things elsewhere in exchange for an equally large amount of money. He’s a middleman.” Peter said, handing me the folder. “ The evidence is here. If you chose to be with him after this I will leave you to it. But I do not think it would be wise to choose this man.” Peter said. I took the folder and stared at it. No. I cant look at this.

“ Take it.” I said, handing it back to him. “ I trust you Peter.” I said, before he smiled. A look of relief washed over his face as he put the folder in his jacket.

“ Lets forget this and enjoy the celebration.” Peter said. Celebration?

“ Celebration?” I asked, before he nodded leading me down the stairs.

“ Yes. Your father invited his colleagues over.” Peter said.

“ Meaning..” I said, reaching the bottom of the steps with Peter.

“ Alastor will be here.” He said. We stared at each other before sharing a look, then walking our separate ways.

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[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Eight

Graphium Weiskei

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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Y/N'S P.O.V.

After dinner that night you go out to the lake to wash off. Typically you go out during the day but time just slipped past you so you hadn't gone out until now. You throw your head back and relax, enjoying the only alone time you ever get these days. Besides, the water is typically freezing at night, but right now it's a bit warmer than usual and it just feels so good.

Suddenly, you hear the sounds of leaves rustling. You lean up straight and cover your chest with your arms. "Tsukishima!?" you call out, but there is no answer. "Kuroo?!" Still nothing. Thinking it was just an animal and no longer hearing any noises, you go back to minding your own business.

About a minute later, you hear a branch crack this time. Something bigger than a rabbit is around. "Not funny guys!" you shout. "Just come out already!" Nothing.

You sink down a bit lower in the water, nervous as to what could possibly be out there. Do you stay and fight it or retreat back to the bus?

"I swear to god I'll pull my gun on all three of you the next time I see your fucking faces! Come out here now!" you finally put your foot done.

Much to your surprise, a woman about the same age as you emerges from the dark. Though it's hard to see, you can tell she has long hair and glasses. One of her hands caresses her stomach while the other covers her mouth as though she's trying not to tremble in fear.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to spy on you but I'm starving. Do you have anything you could spare?" she asks quietly.

Surprised to see yet another person your age, let alone a woman, you step out of the lake and wrap yourself up in the towel you laid out. You then pick up your clothes and hand them to her.

"Thank you," she says politely. "My name is Kiyoko. I got separated from my husband. I was wondering if you could spare any kindness. Anything is greatly appreciated."

"Of course," you smile as you reach out your wet hand to her. "Come with me." She accepts the gesture and allows you to guide her to the bus. It's a quiet walk, but you don't want to make her any more nervous or uncomfortable than she already is.

When you return, the guys are already inside the bus and don't hear you come back. That is until you open the bus door and step inside. At first, they stare at you in shock to have the audacity to approach them in only a towel, but their eyes quickly shift to the strange woman holding your hand, and your clothes, behind you.

Tsukishima shoots up from his spot on the couch. "Who the hell is this now?!" he asks.

"Calm down," you sigh. What else were you expecting from him? "This is Kiyoko. She's just hungry, that's all."

You sit her down at the table beside Bokuto and turn around for a moment to grab an airtight container labeled 'dried fruit' and hand it over to her. "I made this myself," you smile proudly.

"Can I have some too?" Bokuto asks as he watches Kiyoko stick her hand inside.

"Sure, go ahead!"

He bites down hard, not realizing how chewy the fruit is, and cringes at the taste. "What the hell? You ruined fruit! Doesn't even taste like fruit at all anymore!"

"Well then you can go out and get your own food," you chuckle before turning your attention back to Kiyoko. "Here, you can take the whole thing."

"Thank you," she says politely once more, "for the food and the clothes too." She then absolutely devours the food until there's nothing left. That's when she decides she's ready to talk. "My husband, his friend, and I were traveling to Monimiaceae," she begins.

"Monimiaceae? What's over there?" you ask curious.

"It's where I grew up. I wanted to go back to my old family home and look for my parents before searching for a way out," she tells the four of you.

Bokuto scoffs as he rests his head on his palm and pouts slightly. "There is no way out," he huffs before explaining to her his experience in the abandoned airports.

Kiyoko looks upset but doesn't bother shedding a single tear. She must have total faith that she'll find a way out. It's then that you decide to stop the conversation.

"Kiyoko, would you like to spend the night here before heading off?" you ask.

Her eyes light up at your question. "I'd love to, that would be so kind, Y/N. As long as it wouldn't be too much trouble for you..."

"Of course not," you smile. "I don't mind at all. And these guys are my guests too so they don't get a say," you tease, though none of them disagree. "You can change into the clothes I gave you and use the sleeping bag on the ground," you say as you point to the small blanket-covered sleeping bag just below the couch Bokuto sleeps on.

"That would be just great, thank you again."

"No problem, get some rest," you tell her as you hand Bokuto his crutches. "Come on, let's give Kiyoko some privacy."

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[luveline]

could u do a peter parker being the best bf to a gf w anxiety, like if she bounces her leg he always gently puts his hand on her knee and like if she’s messing w her nails or fingers he just holds them, and if she’s getting nervous in public he just grabs her waist and like makes sure she feels safe? i need a peter parker in my life😭😭

thank you for ur request this was so sweet! <33

The restaurant is so loud you wonder how Peter can bear it with his enhanced hearing. 

He sits across from you, curls looking sweet and messy, eyes on the menu and lips in a concentrated frown. You glance back down at your own menu and are overwhelmed by options. Before you realise it you're rubbing the pulse point of your wrist over and over, leg bouncing in tandem under the table. 

"What sounds good?" he asks you, voice warm. The way he talks to you always surprises you, every sentence laden with a particular tone of gentle adoration. Even when there's no pet name to be heard, his voice implies one. 

You forget the magnitude of your choice for a moment as you think about the answer. "Well, they have prawn saganaki. You like that." 

"I love that," he agrees. "But what do you want?" 

"Uh…" 

You bring your hand to your mouth unthinkingly, fingertip pressed into the swell of your bottom lip. You take the pad of your finger between your teeth and bite down until it stings, and still you can't think of what you want, and Peter is waiting, and the server will be back any minute now with your drinks, and- 

"Dovey?" 

You wince, letting your hands and the menu fall flat onto the table.

"What?" you ask. 

"You okay?" 

You swallow and nod and smile, because everything is fine. 

"Want me to choose for you?" 

"Would you?" you ask, high strung.

He smiles as if to say, of course I will. His eyes flit back down to the menu and within seconds he's recommending something you're almost positive you'll enjoy. 

The server returns and sets your drinks down. Peter gives his own order and then yours without any afterthought, taking a sip of your drink before you can protest. 

"This is nice," he teases, "wanna swap?" 

You forget for a while where you are, his smile a cure all balm for your surface level anxieties. The food arrives and Peter makes an awful shellfish joke that almost makes you spit your drink. Then, loud, someone laughs, and then someone else. A group of girlish laughter. 

You have the creeping suspicion that they're laughing at you. You sneak a glance behind you. None of them are looking at you, but something about their laughter feels personal. 

Maybe my hair is a mess? Is my hair a mess? I look weird from the back. 

Your leg jumps up and down, over and over. You turn back to find Peter staring at you with his fork resting on the table, and, in what is the universe's worst timing, a door slams open. You jump half out of your seat and bring your hand to your racing heart, a nervous giggle bubbling out of your bitten lips. 

"Ah. God, I'm such a wuss," you say. 

Your self-deprecation usually prompts a speech from Peter about how you should 'be nice to my girl, please,' but instead he looks like he's sizing you up. 

"Can I come sit by you? It's drafty over here,” he asks, not bothering to sound believable. He's barely finished talking before he's standing up and dragging his chair next to yours. He sits down and leans across the table to bring his food and glass forward. He doesn't say anything else, his elbow brushing your elbow as he eats. 

You watch him unabashedly, waiting for an explanation. 

He looks out the corner of his eye at you and grins. You smile back tentatively. Only after you've started eating again does he reach under the table to put his hand on your thigh, gently pressing your shoe down into the ground so you can’t shake. 

“Wanna try some of mine?” he asks, gesturing to his food with his fork. 

You shake your head at him in amusement, feeling endlessly fond and twice as grateful. “No, thank you.”

He squeezes your thigh in his big hand. “Lemme know if you change your mind.” 

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[andysbubba]

home to me

↳ andy let you go once, he doesn't wanna lose you again

a/n: a little series? this one's probably gonna have another chapter or two hehe <3

𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Andy's stomach churned when he sees you. In a very good way. It's been a good two years since the break up and he can barely believe that he's seeing you right then and there— in the corner of the cafe that Andy knows you love going to. Your voice made his heart flip. It's so goddamn beautiful and Andy misses it so damn much.

He doesn't even know why he's so stunned at the sight of you. It's the only reason why he's there— why he's always going there almost every weekend, hoping to get a glimpse of you sometime. You're in the fuzzy, furry jacket that you're always wearing on chilly days, your hair pulled up with a claw clip and your laptop right in front of you with a cup of coffee right by the side.

He tried to get over you, he really did. But even after all the women he met after you, no one made him feel the same way you did. The butterflies in his stomach he gets just talking to you like some teenager, or how his heart just flutters when you smiled at him with that beautiful grin.

Andy couldn't help but look at you every two minutes, while he's waiting in the queue for his turn. He's thinking of what to say if he even has the guts to walk up to you and say hi.

The break up wasn't necessarily bad... it was mutual. Kinda. You were in the middle of your studies and you just wanted to focus on doing well and getting your masters. It's not that Andy was a distraction— really, he actually helped a lot. But between studying and trying to make sure you don't abandon Andy, you realised that taking a break would be good for the both of you.

You were young, only 24 while Andy was 14 years older than you are. He's so mature and wise that you just felt that you just wanted to grow as your own person before you and Andy took it any further and got more serious. You thought that you'd work on yourself, fixing up your flaws and make yourself just grow into a better version of yourself. And as much as Andy disagreed, he didn't want to force you to keep being with him. He thought that maybe, you both could just grow as time passes, and that you can change right next to him.

But he just agreed with you, because he definitely does not want to pressure you into being in a relationship with him no matter how much he actually wants you to stay with him. So technically, it was a mutual break-up to you. But he didn't really feel the same.

And unsurprisingly, Andy simply cannot get over you. Two years passed, and he just wishes that you're by his side again.

"Hi! What can I get for you?"

Andy snaps out of his trance, stepping towards the cashier and ordering his coffee to-go with a bagel as well. He takes a quick glance at you before he decides to change his mind. "Actually— I'll just have those here."

Wait— you recognise that voice.

You instantly glance up from the screen of your laptop, watching the familiar back and broad shoulders standing at the cashier. Holy fuck- Andy?

Your gaze turns back down to your laptop, your mind trying to decide between approaching him or just letting him go... again... like you did 2 years ago. He still fits into those polo tees like a glove, the jeans barely doing his ass justice but it really accentuates his goddamn thighs.

Fuck. Two damn years and you still have it bad for him.

"Can I join?" Andy glances down at some blueprint or floor-plan thing you have on your laptop. "Unless I'm interrupting— you look busy."

"Andy—" You turned to him and back to the opened floor-plan on the screen. "No, no. Hey-" You lowered the screen and put it aside, leaving some space for Andy. You gestured at him to join you in the booth.

Andy takes up the offer, setting the cup in his hand and the bagel right in front of you before he slides in. "Hey,"

You let out a breathy laugh as you look at him, fidgeting with your fingers underneath the table. "Been a long time."

"Yeah," He nods, offering you one of his adorable smiles as he rests his forearms on the table. "I stopped seeing you around, thought you moved away."

"I thought you did— till I heard the news talking about one of your cases." You retort, lips curling into a soft smile. "How've you been, Andy?"

"Same old, y'know. Long hours at the office and takeout nights. Nothing really changed." Andy grins, "How's everything goin' for ya?"

Oh— and he definitely isn't wrong when he said 'nothing really changed'. For this 40-year-old man to still look like the Andrew Stephen Barber you met like 4 years ago? Phew.

"Uhm- pretty good! I'm uh- I just signed a contract with Perkins and Will."

Andy's lips curled into a wide grin. "You did it!"

He remembers?

Your head tilts as you look at him. "You remember?"

"Of course, hon. That's your dream firm." He reaches over table and pats your hand. "I'm happy for you, Y/n."

"Thank you, Andy," You brush a hand through your hair, eyeing Andy in his whole polo tee and jeans glory. "I'm surprised you aren't working on a Saturday morning,"

Andy lets out a laugh at your words, "Yeah- I just thought, y'know. Uh- I'm old enough to stop being such a workaholic."

You raised a brow at that, "Andy, you aren't old." You give him a suggestive glance as your eyes trace his whole figure. "Definitely don't look like it."

"I'll say the same thing for ya, Y/n." Andy didn't bother hiding his gaze either, eyes trailing down your body till it's back up to your face. "Two damn years and you still look as gorgeous as ever, sweetheart."

A breathy laugh leaves your lips. "Always as flattering as ever, Mr Barber."

"You know I'm an honest person, sweetheart." Andy winks before he takes a sip of his coffee.

You hum as you run your finger on the edge of your own cup. "I remember you telling me that all lawyers are really good liars."

You love how familiar this feels. It's like nothing has changed and both of you are back in 2019. Good, good days. Letting Andy go was a dumb move on your side, you realised that pretty soon after the break-up. You should've known that you and Andy would've made it work someway, somehow.

"C'mon, honey. Y'know I can never lie to you." The wide smile he has on his lips is as charming as ever and god if it doesn't just make you fall in love again- as if you ever fell out of love with him in the first place. Andy clears his throat, a hand inching to the back of his neck and softly rubbing the spot. You instantly realised that he's a little nervous. "You dating anyone?"

You let out an almost silent snort, scoffing at his question. "Ya think? I just called you hot five minutes ago, handsome."

Andy takes a bite of his bagel, looking up at you through those goddamn long eyelashes as his mouth moves to chew the food and those fucking pink lips making you stare at him like a horny teenager.

"You've got to stop staring at me like that, sweetheart." He warns, but the glint in his eyes is telling you that he really doesn't mind you staring him up like that.

Your brows raised immediately in defence. "Like what?"

You tried your best to fight the grin fighting its way to form on your lips. But Andy is a goddamn lawyer, after all. He knows his shit and he knows that you're just being a tease.

He huffs, brow arched as he looks at you. "Like you wanna eat me." He replies shortly, lips curling into a smirk. "Cause I was planning to take this slow after 2 whole years. And you aren't helping."

You hum, picking your cup up and taking a sip from it, hiding the grin forming on your lips behind the cup. "You can still wine and dine me if you wanna." You set the cup down and lean forward, head tilted to one side with your head resting in your palm. "But y'know, I'm pretty impatient."

Andy laughs, backing away from you and resting back against his seat. "Guess it's good that I've got enough patience for both of us, huh?"

You laugh at his words. "We'll see, Mr Barber."

He takes your words as an invite to ask you out. "Dinner tonight? My place."

You playfully rolls your eyes, ignoring the little flutter in your heart. "Who's impatient now?"

"It's a yes or no question, sweetheart."

"Still that cute little loft?"

"I'll text you my new address later."

You couldn't fight the grin forming on your lips. "It's a date."

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He was at the grocery store when he pulled out his phone and goes to your contact to shoot you a text. It has always been there, saved and never deleted. He didn't want to get rid of the hope that he might have you back.

Andy: 242 Warren St [sent 3.24pm]

Andy: See you tonight, sweetheart. [sent 3.25pm]

You didn't reply so Andy just assumed that you read it. He's looking forward to seeing you again tonight and he's excited.

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It wasn't till you got home that you realised that Andy doesn't have your new number.

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LOL I LOVE CLIFFHANGERS.

thanks for reading and uhm come join my taglist if you liked this little chapter? I'm definitely looking forward to writing this one.

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-haney

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[mandoalorian]

Brown Eyes [Din Djarin x Reader]

!! SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 15, SEASON 2. !!

*Hi. The episode has been out for three hours. The devil works hard but I work harder. I hope you enjoy! xx*

Summary: Din has always wanted to confess his love to you— but with his devotion to the Creed and with the risk of losing you, he wonders if the revelation would really be worth it. Would you even consider being with him if he refused to remove his helmet? When Grogu is taken away from Din and in the fiendish hands of Moff Gideon, Din realises there isn't anything he won't do to get his son back.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: descriptions of anxiety, *SPOILERS FOR Season 2 Episode 15: The Believer of The Mandalorian*

Word count: 2.6k

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"Din," you froze up, backing away from the Imperial who was sitting at a table drinking caf. "I- I can't do it."

Din's head snapped to face you, masked by the Imperial Shocktrooper helmet he was doting. "Why not?" His voice was firm, but the tone of his question dripped with concern. You bawled your fingers into a fist as you squeezed your eyes tight shut, beginning to anxiously pace around in circles.

"That's Valen Hess," you muttered, trying your hardest to regulate your nervous breathing. "He- I used to serve under him. I- can't… go in there. Din, he'll recognise me." the thoughts in your head were jumbled. Din placed two hands steady on your shoulders.

"I'll go, hand me the dataspike." Din told you calmly. You felt like putty under his touch. Usually, his firm grip would calm you down and ease any of your troubles away— but not this time. You felt completely nauseated.

Grogu was at stake. When you met the Mandalorian, it took him some time to find the confidence in introducing you to the child. You were Ex-Imperial after all. But he warmed up to you, seeing the way you cared so deeply for the children on Sorgan. When he introduced you to the little green bean, who did not yet have a name, you were enamoured. That's when Din knew he was in love with you. Ever since that day, he'd only fallen in love with you more and more. His feelings became stronger with every waking second he spent with you.

Of course, he never acted on his feelings. He wished he had, he wished he could say something. He knew that if something happened to you and you didn't know how he truly felt, he'd regret it for the rest of his life. There had been countless times where you and him brushed paths on the Razor Crest. Plenty of times to say something, plenty of times to mutter the three words that had consumed his mind, body and soul. ‘I love you’. The words were like a broken record in the back of his mind. He looked at you through his visor, seeing your distress and his heart aching and he wanted— no, he had to do something.

His son had been kidnapped and suddenly, Din was an unstoppable force. Nothing could hold him back— not his friends, not the Creed, nothing. The regret ate him up like flies on a corpse. If there was one thing he learned from Grogu's disappearance, is that you never know what is coming around the corner. Din began to treat everyday with you like it was your last because there was no way of telling what the future was holding. And that only stirred him on, the desire of telling you how much you meant to him.

"You can't go," you removed your finger from your lips where you had been anxiously biting your nails. "The security system is biometric facial recognition. There must be another way." you tried to rack your brain for a solution, but Din's mind was already made up.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes in search for an answer. You steadied your breathing. "Din," you whispered. "What if we distract them? You go in there and speak to him so he's looking the other way and I'll use that moment to sneak past and access the terminal."

No answer. "Din?" you asked, cautiously opening your eyes. He was already gone. Your mouth began to open and close like a goldfish as you watched his approach the terminal. He paused, midway between two tables, shakily saluting Valen Hess. Din turned back to the terminal, held his head up high and carried on over to it.

Upon examining it, Din found it was no different to any other information point— whether it had been New Republic or Independent, Din was lucky enough to already know how to navigate the system. He clicked a few buttons on the keypad, bringing up the facial recognition scanner. He stood still, letting it roam down his face. He didn't have much faith, but it was worth a shot.

Din cursed under his breath as the scanner light lit up red, beeping ecstatically.

"Error. Error. Facial scanning incomplete. Ten seconds until system shutdown." An automated voice informed. Din felt a few gazes burn into his back, no doubt Valen Hess noticing the commotion. "Ten, nine, eight-"

You watched as the timer went down, your hand fingers curling around the blaster in your holster. You didn't know what Din was going to, but you knew if anything— he was a man with a plan.

And that was when he removed his helmet.

It hit you like a ton of bricks, it took the air from your lungs leaving you gasping in silence. You felt like a criminal, looking at him with your own eyes. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't tear the gaze from the back of his head.

Brown hair. Dark brown hair, slightly messy from the helmet. Although you were some distance away, you noticed the little waves and the way it curled at the nape of his neck. The cut of the Imperial armour revealed just a sliver of his skin. It was golden tan— surprising to you.

"Facial scanning complete." The dataspike ejected from the terminal, a small light lit up in green, validating that the information had been processed and Din was now the owner of Moff Gideon’s co-ordinates. Just as he was about to put his helmet back on, a voice interrupted him.

Your heart sank when you saw that Valen Hess had approached Din.

"Trooper, where are you stationed?"

"Transportation."

"What?"

"My designation is transport— co-pilot."

"No son, what's your TK number?"

Din felt his throat dry up as he looked the man in the eyes. Valen Hess stared at Din right back, looking into the eyes that nobody had gazed into since Din had been sworn to the Creed. Din swallowed the lump in his throat, only for it to return immediately.

"He's with me." you announced, walking over to Din and Hess. A wash of relief shuttled through Din's body upon hearing your voice, but that was completely blown away when he realised you had seen him. It was true, you had seen his face— but there was no time to act up. Din had sacrificed everything for Grogu and you weren't going to let this go wrong. "This is my trooper, sir."

"Who is he and what's his TK number?" Valen Hess repeated, clicking his tongue between his teeth.

"This is my commanding officer TK-0402, and I'm TK-0322. I'm afraid he doesn't speak much. Ever since his vessel lost pressure on Tanaab." You explained with confidence, sighing apologetically and placing a hand on your hip.

Din found the courage to look at you, making brief yet bewildered glances between you and Valen Hess. He had a thousand questions but he knew he could trust you, and so, he smiled wearily, nodding his head in agreement to your little story.

"What's his name?" Hess inquired.

You took a deep breath, and turned to face Din. He looked at you too, his face softening as your eyes met for the very first time. You felt your heart rate slow down as you took in his appearance. You were nervous, and tensions were high, but as you looked into the Mandalorian's sparkling eyes, you felt a familiar sense of belonging. You felt complete.

"Brown eyes." you whispered, feeling the tears pool up as you tried to choke back a sob. Din smiled at you, just a small smile, but enough to make the corners of his eyes crinkle. It gave you the reassurance to know that this was all worth it.

"Well, brown eyes," Valen Hess adjusted his belt. "You troopers were both on the transport that brought in the valium, correct? The only surviving shocktroopers, might I add." he grinned, raising an eyebrow.

"Y-yeah, that was us." You answered hesitantly.

"Please, come join me for drinks. We must celebrate." Hess said, approaching the table he was originally sat at and ushering you over with an exaggerated gesture.

You and Din exchanged a look before walking over to the table and sinking down into the chair. Hess poured out two cups of caf and slid them over. Din stayed silent for most of the conversation, briefly making utterances of affirmation and nodding his head to suggest that he was indeed listening.

Although, he wasn't listening really. His mind was racing and he couldn't concentrate on anything. Although it wasn't necessarily true, he felt like every head in the room was looking at him. Staring at him. Judging him breaking his oath. Was he a failure? Was he a disgrace to the Creed? Dishonourable? A monster?

"I could blather on 'to health' or 'to success', but… tell me TK-0322, where do you come from?"

"Alderaan." you said without hesitation. Din looked at you with furrowed eyebrows, wondering why exactly you had given Hess the details of your real planet.

"Ah, I see…" Hess frowned. "Well, to Alderaan!" he grinned, raising his glass in the air.

"No." you deadpanned and Hess shot you a confused look.

"No?"

"No." you repeated. "Alderaan was a peaceful planet destroyed by the Empire."

"And those on the Death Star, those who aided in the destruction of Alderaan became heroes of the Empire. I was there." he said with pride.

Din watched your face harden as your cheeks burned up with rage. "Heroes?" you croaked out. "For attacking and murdering innocents? Hundreds of thousands of people died on Alderaan. I lost my family."

"Losing the ones we love is simply part of life," Hess revealed with a sigh— and Din felt his heart shatter at his words. He stiffened up, his gaze fixating on the concrete wall as his surroundings began to faze out.

"At what cost?" you whispered. "You know, every day I think about it. I wished there was something I could do to stop it. But no, I was here, fighting for the Empire. While the Empire was out killing my people." You gritted out as tears pricked your eyes. You felt Dins hand manouver under the table and take place on your thigh, as his gloved fingers rubbed comforting circles into the thin material that covered your skin. His hand was large, fitting around your leg perfectly. He held you down, stopping your anxious shaking and you immediately calmed down. Din wasn't going to stop you, but he did want you to not let your feelings intrude on what was really happening right now. Valen Hess, however, looked mortified. You picked up the glass and forced a smile. Din copied your movement and you clinked your glass with his. "To family." you toast, and Din smiles. He smiles so wide a dimple appears in his cheek.

"To family." he confirms, thinking about his son and how close he was to getting him back.

You put the glass of caf back down on the table and quickdrew your blaster, shooting Valen Hess in the chest.

Din knew better than to question you. He took out his own pistol and helped you take down the remaining troopers and Imps in the room before you both raced out of the base.

Of course, you knew that there'd be commotion. You heard the TIE fighter engines as soon as you stepped foot outside. Din grabbed your hand, pulling you along as you both sprinted into the depths of the forest. Once deep enough, you looked up. It was dark, strings of light beaming through the gaps in the trees. But it was enough to illuminate Din. You had envisioned what Din looked like beneath his beskar helmet every single day, and now, you had your answer.

Din took one look at you. He pulled off his leather gloves, dropping them to the ground and placed his hand on your cheek. Subconsciously, you leaned into the warmth of his palm as his fingers tucked the strands of hair behind your ear. You closed your eyes, humming in delight as his bodily warmth transferred to you.

"Din, when we return to the ship you can put your helmet back on. I never saw you." you promised, your voice barely above a whisper and your eyes remaining closed.

"Cyare," Din mumbled, his heart yearning. The pad of his thumb traced your face, following the height of your cheek bones and the arch of your eyebrows and down your nose. "Open your eyes." he requested. Cautiously, you obeyed, your eyes fluttering open as you drunk in his appearance once more.

Brown stubble with a patch of grey graced the lower portion of his face. You reached out, this time your own hand cupping his cheek. Din didn't let go of you, and he let you touch him. Your finger nervously brushed over the coarse hairs and you let out a small giggle as you remembered him telling you from the Fresher room on the Razor Crest that he was going to shave. He had, and now you could see for yourself that it had started growing back.

"Do… do you like what you see?" Din asked nervously, his gaze only temporarily lifting from yours.

You nodded your head. "I do," you admitted. "You're… so handsome."

Din felt his cheeks heat up as you watched the small blush creep upon his face. You were enthralled, seeing him like this. Seeing his humanity— his emotions and expressions. You knew you loved Din, with or without the helmet— but this confirmed everything.

"May I?" Din asked, leaning into you slowly and closing his eyes. The curve of his nose bumped against yours as and the softness of his lips touched you so delicately.

You mumbled a small 'yes' and as your lips parted, Din kissed you. Soft, sweet, but passionate and with heart. You tangled your hands in his hair, tugging at it and encouraging Din to kiss you deeper and further. He done so, willingly, a groan of pleasure escaping his mouth and vibrating through your body.

He pulled away eventually, breathless and his eyes dark and glazed. "I-I…" he was speechless, looking at you with the utmost adoration. "I love you." He sighed in defeat, knowing now was a better time than any to admit his true feelings. He had to do it one day, and it just so happened to be in the depths of a forest as you hid from Imperials.

"I love you too." you exhaled shakily, thrusting forward into his arms and letting him hold you tight to his chest. He pressed a kiss into your hair.

"I love you so much." Din sobbed, his grip around you tightening like he was afraid that if he let go, you'd vanish just like Grogu did. "Please, never leave me. Please."

"I'm not going anywhere Din," you promised. "Now c’mon, let's go get Grogu."

PART TWO

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Sorry for your loss - Part II "I will try"

Serie Masterlist here || Part I || Read on AO3 

Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction pining, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, domestic Wanda, hurtful behaviors.

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//-//

Chapter II - I will try

You hate waking up.

Because your bed is empty on the right side.

Grumbling slightly, you push the covers away from your body and get up, running your hand over your face.

It is therapy day.

After brushing your teeth and putting on a sweatshirt that smells like fabric softener, you walked downstairs.

"Good morning, honey." Your mother greeted you as soon as you entered the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hands. You mumbled the greeting back, walking over to the cabinets. She let out a disgruntled exclamation when she saw you take out a box of cereal. "As much as I think it's great that you're eating again, why don't you try something healthier today? I'm getting worried about the amount of sugar you're taking in these last few days."

You rolled your eyes, but obeyed as you put the package back in the cupboard. Ever since you regained your appetite, your meals, especially in the morning, consist of sweet things. Bread, cereals, and even chocolate. You were eating again, but the chance of diabetes was very high.

"Do you need a ride?" Your mother asks a moment later, when you are already sitting at the table, pouring yourself some orange juice.

"Agatha thinks I should try the subway."

"And what do you think?"

You laughed humorlessly.

"That's a new one." You retorted without taking your eyes off the newspaper in front of you. "Someone asking what I think."

Your mother sighs.

"Don't be like that." She says and then rises to kiss your forehead, the car keys in her hand. "Call me if you need anything."

You bite your tongue, stopping yourself from whispering the words "I need my wife," because you didn't want to cry over coffee.

After eating, you looked around. You hated empty houses. So you hurried to get your wallet and left after locking the door.

//-//

With headphones, the subway was not so scary.

The music on the latest volume muffled the ambient noises very well. And even with a fast heartbeat, you managed to walk correctly, and keep your breathing under control until you reached the city downtown.

You walked from the station toward the building where the therapy was taking place, humming softly the music you were listening to.

Startled slightly when someone touched your shoulder, you turned, only to see Bucky standing beside you, smiling gently. You took off your headphones, moving away from his touch, he didn't seem to notice.

"I called you a few times, but I don't think you heard me under the headsets." He commented amiably. "I think we came from the same subway."

"Okay." You said simply, not knowing what to add to this conversation. Bucky smiled however, and you started walking side by side.

"You know, if we arrange the time, we could come here together next time" He says and you frown slightly. "I wish I had someone to laugh at my comments about the man in the cowboy hat who hangs out at the Sixth Avenue station." He jokes and you force a smile, trying to think of how to decline the invitation. But then you remember how Agatha insisted that you make new friends, and you are letting the words of agreement escape your mouth. "Really? I'm glad you like the idea then. We can meet in any of the first stations and come the rest of the way together."

"That'll be great." You mutter to the man who smiles contentedly.

When you arrive, Bucky waves to a few people and says he will say hello, so you walk into the gym alone.

You try not to feel so nervous about your first session with a therapy partner.

//-//

Stephen is almost late. He apologizes to everyone even though he didn't, saying that he had a minor conflict in traffic. You were already sitting in the circle, waiting for the meeting to start, when the other people came in and sat down.

Wanda sat in the chair in front of you, and you smiled awkwardly at her, who repeated the gesture before looking away from you to Stephen.

"I hope you all had a good week" Stephen began next. "Today I will be handing out the schedule of duo activities, and I expect all of you to accomplish these goals within six to eight months. Of course, no pressure." He jokes last, making the group laugh. You frown, because you are curious what kind of activities these are. "Jessica, take one and pass it to the side, please.”

Stephen asked handing some papers to one of the girls in the group who was sitting next to him. As each member took one, Stephen again spoke of the importance of communication between pairs, and how he would like to monitor everyone's progress closely. You stopped paying attention when the paper came into your hands, focused on reading the words.

Your hand rises in the air a moment later.

"Y/N, do you have a question?" Stephen asked as he interrupted his own speech when he saw your hand. You had your heart racing when you asked.

"It says drive a car here." You replied looking at him. "I don't... I don't drive."

You know that some members exchanged glances with each other, but you kept staring at Stephen.

"You can leave this activity for last. At the end of the treatment....

"No." You interrupted with a dry laugh, running your hands through your hair. "I'm not driving. I don't..."

"Would you like to share why that is?" Stephen asks tenderly, and you look around. Everyone looks at you curiously, and you feel your face heat up. Then you stare at the paper in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you try not to crumple the paper so hard as you tell it.

"My wife died in a car accident." You narrate, trying not to be bothered by people holding their breath for your confession. It was awkward to talk about it, and it was even more overwhelming to deal with the reactions of others. "I was driving, and... I can't anymore since the accident." You explain. "It's like I'm back in the car again."

You fall silent, unable to hold back your tears. The group says "thank you for sharing" next, startling you slightly. Stephen smiles at you as you look at him.

"Would you like to add anything else?"

"I would like you to tell me that I won't need to do that."

Stephen laughed. And then he denied it with his head.

"It's the opposite of that actually." He says. "I think you do need it. Maybe more than anyone else here."

You sighed, looking down. He spoke again after that, but you paid no further attention.

//-//

You swallowed your nervousness when Stephen called for the pairs to begin the first exercise.

Getting up and walking over to Wanda, you kept your gaze on the floor.

"We're going to try blind trust today." Stephen explained as he opened a small box, and began handing out black blindfolds to the pairs. He handed one to you. "You will blindfold your partner, and lead them around the gym for two minutes. And then switch who is blindfolded and repeat."

You blinked in confusion, taking one last look at the object in your hands.

"Right." You mumble, raising your eyes to the woman in front of you. "May I?"

Wanda hesitates a second, but then she nods. You turn around her, placing the blindfold under her eyes gently, and tying it to the back of her head. Wanda holds her breath momentarily, probably getting used to the lack of visibility.

" Can I hold your hands?" You ask softly as you circle her again, watching her blindfolded face. She looks... cute. The same second the thought hits you, you push it out.

"Yes." Wanda sighs raising her hands at chest height. You smile, interlacing your hands together.

"Well, we were in the circle, right?" You begin. "Come this way so you don't bump into the chairs."

Guiding Wanda through the gym, you stand close and with your hands interlocked so that she doesn't get scared of bumping into something. You catch a quick glance at Bucky, who was guiding his own partner as he passes your side.

Two minutes later, you exchange.

You hold your breath when the blindfold is on your eyes, but Wanda's hand is soft as she guides you around.

When you stumble slightly because you thought she said right instead of left, it's the first time in six months that you really laugh. It's short and quick, but it's a real laugh. Wanda laughs too, squeezing your hand lightly to get you back on the right path.

You feel a little lighter when the activity is over.

"I liked today." You comment with a shy smile after the meeting is over, and you and Wanda walk out of the place together. She smiles in agreement.

"Yeah, me too." She says. "Now we only have another twenty-four activities ahead of us."

You let out a nasal laugh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"About the homework, I can meet you when you have time." You start to say, remembering the information in the booklet, and how you probably had much more free time than a mother, and it would be kinder for you to follow whatever schedule Wanda had. "You can text me anytime you are free."

She looks slightly surprised at your words, and looks down at the floor a moment before speaking again.

"Actually, I'm free now." She says, and it is your turn to be surprised. Seeing your expression, she quickly adds. "But it's okay if you're not, or if you don't want to..."

"No, it's fine." You interrupt with a lopsided smile. "I can. I'd... uh... I would like to too."

Wanda nods frantically, and then you are silent for a moment, before turning shyly toward the street, walking side by side.

"What are we going to do first?" You ask looking forward. Wanda bites her lips, thoughtful.

"Are you hungry?"

Not much, but you don't tell her that. You just shrug, and Wanda smiles, saying that you could try the lesson of sharing a meal together.

This is how you end up in a cafeteria for lunch.

Wanda is sitting on the bench in front of you when she speaks again.

"So...do you want to have a normal conversation or do you want to follow the script of questions?"

You blink in surprise, and give a short laugh.

"Wait, is that for real?" You ask fiddling with your pockets, Wanda looks at you curiously. You take out the pamphlet you got in class, then read the back, and let out a giggle. "I hadn't seen that part. Wow, that would have been so helpful at so many times in my life."

Wanda smiles, watching you read the pamphlet.

"So you're not good at talking to people huh?"

You place the flyer on the table, looking at her.

"Are you?"

"No." She says shrugging. "Socializing has always been much more my brother's thing than mine."

You make a noise with your mouth in agreement, and Wanda's cell phone on the table vibrates. She lowers her gaze to the device, and lets out a light sigh.

"Speaking of him." She mutters as she raises her finger to the screen. She reads the notification, but does not touch the device again.

"I would like to have a brother." You count next, and Wanda looks at you. "I think it would be nice to have someone growing up together with me. Sometimes it's pretty lonely being an only child."

"I'll lend you mine if you want." Wanda teases with a smile, and you laugh lightly, looking away momentarily.

" How many siblings do you have?"

"Two." She counters. "Pietro is my twin. And the youngest is Lorna."

"How are they like?"

Wanda sighs, thoughtfully.

"Pietro is loud and nosy. And Lorna is blunt and judgmental." She says and you nod in understanding, but Wanda adds a second later, smiling, "They're amazing, really. Pietro is...very caring. He looks after the boys for me. And Lorna lives in Sokovia, but she's always calling and asking how we are, as well as visiting whenever she can."

"That seems nice." You reply. The waitress attends you two next, and after ordering, you both wait in silence for a while.

"Why haven't you asked me about my loss yet?" Wanda asks suddenly, and you look away from the wordplay that was drawn on the table to look at her with a frown.

"What do you mean?"

"I shared my loss with the group the week before you joined us." She counters. "You never asked me who I lost."

"Do you want me to ask?"

"I don't know." She replies staring at you as a mixture of confusion and surprise. "It's just... that's usually the first thing people want to know."

You nod looking away.

"Well, I just want you to tell me whatever you want to tell me." You say. "I know very well what that feels like. I don't think I could talk to any of the people I know without them asking me about Nat every time they saw me."

Wanda makes a noise with her mouth of understanding, and you fall silent again. She checks her messages next and makes a slight grimace, you can't hold your curiosity and let the words "everything okay?" escape your lips.

"Yeah, it's just... Monica." She sighs running her hands through her hair. She types something next, and looks up at you. "Monica is my brother's wife, She is... pushy."

"How so?"

"She just...she wants to help. But she wants too much, you know?" Wanda begins. "She has the best of intentions, but she just suffocates me sometimes." She counters by tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as you look at her intently. "She lost her mother when she was younger. And since... since Vis died she just... she wants me to talk to her about it. But I can't."

You nod in acknowledgement, hesitating between what to say next, because the mention of this Vis guy seems to have left Wanda quite shaken, as she quickly wipes a tear from running down her cheek. She forces a smile, shaking her head.

"Sorry about that. It's not the best thing to cry at our first lunch." She then remarks, and you smile shrugging your shoulders.

"Don't worry, I can cry at the next one and then we'll be even." You retort and Wanda laughs. You like the sound more than you should.

When your food arrives, you and Wanda thank the waitress and talk again the next moment.

"Accordingly to this, what is our first question?" Wanda asks you nodding lightly to the pamphlet you have left on the table. You eat one of your fries as you look at it.

You lower your hand to the paper, and then let out a chuckle as you actually read the questions.

" This is ridiculous." You observe, making Wanda look at you curiously. "All the questions are death related, see: If you died, how would you like people to remember you?" You read. "Or, what song would you like played at your funeral. My god, this is a joke." You grumble as you fold the flyer, and put it back in your pocket while Wanda giggles. You look back at her next. "I am decreeing that we will not talk about death on our outings, Mrs. Maximoff. It's a rule."

Wanda smiles at you, agreeing.

"Wanda." She then adds and you look at her with confusion. "You don't have to call me Mrs. Maximoff. Wanda is fine."

You smile, nodding in agreement.

"So, Wanda, where do you live?" You ask with interest in your voice, biting into your burger next.

"Queens." She replies. "Two blocks past Bucky's apartment, who lives in Brooklyn."

"You are friends then?"

"Yeah, he's the one who introduced me to the group." She explains as you eat together. She chews some of her salad before speaking again. "And you?"

"Staten Island." You retort. "But it's actually my mother's house. My apartment is in the Bronx."

Wanda doesn't pressure you to tell her why you are living with your mother. A part of you thinks she knows why, but you are grateful that she just waits for you to share what you want, just as you do with her.

"What do you work with?" she asks next, and you sigh, biting back a smile.

"Nothing at the moment." You say, and she frowns with confusion. "It's just that I write. I’m actually a writer. With a publisher and everything. But, I'm not writing anything right now."

"I don't think I've ever met a writer before." She comments with a smile. "Do you like it?"

You look away, playing with your fries.

"I used to." You confess, but not wanting to make the conversation sad, you quickly add. "What about you? What do you work with?"

"I own a flower shop." She tells and you let out a low exclamation, finding it amazing. "I haven't been going there much lately, but I like it. It's always been what I've wanted to do since I was little."

"I'd like to visit someday."

Wanda smiles, assenting.

You spend lunch talking about the most diverse subjects. It is the lightest you have felt in a long time. Wanda tells you about her family, you learn that she lives in a big house with her two twin five-year-old sons, Billy and Tommy, and that her father was spending time with her since she lost Vis, who you figure is her husband, because Stephen mentioned that you had things in common, and it's not hard to connect the dots, even if she doesn't talk about it.

She also tells you that Pietro and Monica are helping the flower shop to keep running, and that Wanda's children love to stay at their house because Wanda's niece, Luna, is the same age as the boys.

She tells you some of her tastes, and you do the same. You both smile when you discover that you used to study at the same college, but Wanda graduated a few years before you.

When you leave the restaurant, you are not quite sure how to say goodbye to Wanda, but you don't mind her kissing your cheek and telling you that she enjoyed her lunch. You enjoyed it too, much more than you expected. She nods and turns away, and it takes a moment for you to do the same.

//-//

You decide to fix the broken screen of your cell phone.

It is because you now receive notifications of messages from Wanda, and you want to read them correctly so as not to get confused with the locations of your meetings for group activities.

You also enjoy the company of Bucky Barnes now. The first time you went to therapy together, it's a little awkward because you didn’t quite knew what to say, but he was friendly and kind, and you learned to trust him. Soon it becomes easy to share and laugh at his jokes.

In the second week with grieving pairs, Stephen brings in question and answer games. You and Wanda do very well, because it is surprisingly easy and comfortable to talk to her. You don't have lunch together, but she invites you to have coffee with her the next day, and it is very nice to see her out of therapy for once.

In the third week, you cook together. Stephen contacts a local restaurant owned by a friend, which is closed for the day, and they lend their kitchen. You and Wanda try to bake some cookies, and as you work together, the job is decent. It is probably because Wanda is a much better cook than you, and you are happy to obey whatever she tells you to do. You have lunch together again, and you find yourself suggesting that you do this whenever possible, and Wanda smiles when she agrees.

In the fourth week, there are obstacle competitions in the group. It's noisy, and it requires physical effort, but it's fun. It's the first month, so Stephen wants to see how everyone is progressing. It's only when he talks to you that you realize all the positive changes that have been happening.

You have been eating properly, and going for walks. Your nightmares have stopped since you started texting with Wanda, because she is usually busy all day and can only text at night. There is still work to be done, because you still can't talk about everything. You are still not sharing as you should, and you haven't gone back to work. But Stephen is proud, and he hands you a little progress brooch.

"I think you guys can start with the activities outside the group." Stephen suggests as soon as you accept the brooch.

"What do you mean? We have lunch together every Wednesday." You count, and Stephen laughs through his nose.

"Yes, and this is excellent." He says. "But it's still after therapy. You and Wanda have been getting along well haven't you?"

You think about the lunches. Yes. It's been amazing. You nod in agreement, and Stephen smiles.

"Why don't you invite her over for something on the other days of the week?" He suggests and you frown thoughtfully. "You could try outings that you both enjoy. Or just get to know each other's family."

"Why would we go and meet each other's family?"

"Friends do that." He says and you sigh, feeling your heart racing slightly. "Take Bucky for example. I suggested that he and Sam move in together and..."

"Wow, I'm not moving in with anyone."

Stephen laughs, touching your shoulder gently.

"I didn't tell you to do that." He says. "It was just an example. What I mean, is that socialization outside of the therapeutic environment is essential. I'd like to see you having fun excluding the activities I put on here, too."

You sigh, agreeing. It's not really a bad thing, you like Wanda. It's just weird to let people into your life again.

When you tell Wanda about Stephen's idea, you get too anxious and fumble with the words. She laughs as she raises her hands to your shoulders, asking you to breathe and repeat. She thinks the idea is very good when she understands.

Then the next week, you go to Central Park. You walk together, drink juice, and talk. You thought you would make things awkward, and not have anything interesting to say to keep Wanda's attention, but she is kind and thoughtful, and pays attention to every word you say, and finds your jokes funny. And the next thing you know, you've been talking and walking for six hours, and she has to run because she has to pick up the boys from music class.

It didn't take long for you to establish a rhythm of outings. At least twice a week outside of the therapy day, you did something together. Be it walks, or trips to the park, or sharing a meal.

You didn't want to admit it, but Wanda became your favorite person very quickly.

//-//

It was February when you met Wanda's family.

Wanda invited you to the birthday party of Luna, Pietro's daughter. It was going to be the first party you had attended since Nat's death, and to say you were feeling anxious was an understatement. But as long as Wanda was by your side in the atmosphere, you thought you would be fine.

Your mother gave you a look of mixed surprise and pride when she saw you leaving the house in an outfit other than a sweatshirt, but she didn't say anything, and you hurried to catch the subway.

It took a while to get there, but when you did, there were already a few people around the house.

You took a deep breath, and walked to the front door that was open. It was a very nice house, and you tried to find Wanda as quickly as possible.

"Hey, you came!" It was Bucky, who saw you arriving from the kitchen. He was wearing a very nice set of jeans, and smiled encouragingly at you. The two people he talked to looked at you curiously, but Bucky hurried to introduce you as "a good friend of his and Wanda's" and you felt your cheeks blush. "This is my husband Sam and this is his sister, Sara."

You smiled politely as you greeted people.

"I'm looking for Wanda." You say to Bucky, and he makes a thoughtful expression for a few seconds.

"Try the garden, I think she was helping Pietro with the snacks." He says as he puts his hand on your shoulder, and turns you in the right direction. "Follow straight this way and you'll get there."

You thanked them and waved to the other two before heading outside.

It took two minutes to find Wanda. She found you actually.

"Hi." She greeted you shyly with a smile as she approached. You mimicked the gesture. "So glad you could make it."

Wanda hugged you quickly, and you were a complete mess. Disguisedly, you smiled awkwardly, telling her you were glad to be here and wished you could meet her brother.

"Pietro is upstairs changing Luna's dress. She spilled juice on the other one." She counters and you mumble in understanding. Wanda's gaze races around and then she lets out a low exclamation. "Come, let me introduce you to Monica."

"Hey, Mon, I want you to meet someone." Wanda says as soon as you two reach a woman at one of the outside tables, wearing a very pretty blue dress. She seemed to hand out some napkins on the table.

"This is your mystery friend I imagine." Says the woman cheerfully, extending her hand to greet you.

"Hi, thank you for having me." You say clumsily as you accept the greeting. Monica doesn't mind your clumsiness one bit, and smiles, and thanks you for the small package you hand her. You were always taught that one should bring a gift if you were going to the party after all.

"It's so nice to finally meet you honey." She says smiling. "Wanda won't stop saying how funny and entertaining you are."

You cast a glance at Wanda, who just has red cheeks as she looks away.

"Here comes Pietro." Monica then exclaims, waving to someone behind you. "Come on babe, it's Wanda's friend."

A tall man approaches you, a little girl on his lap wearing a princess dress.

"Hello." Pietro greeted you politely as he stood at his wife's side. "We finally met you. We were beginning to think Wanda made you up."

You let out a half-hearted laugh, and Wanda grumbles that suddenly everyone has decided to tease her with flushed cheeks.

"Daddy, can I go play now?" The little girl asked. She was adorable, and looked a lot like her parents.

"You'll be careful, right?" Pietro asked her. "No other princess dress for you."

The girl nods and Pietro sets her down after kissing her cheek.

"I need to greet the other guests, but make yourselves at home." Monica then said, touching your shoulder lightly before leaving. You thought she was very gentle.

For the next few minutes you were basically interrogated by Pietro, but in the most polite way he could manage. Wanda stayed by your side though, so you didn't bother to tell him what you did for a living, where you resided, or with whom. He was sensitive enough not to ask about who you lost, and you were very grateful for that.

"What's he doing here?" Wanda exclaimed suddenly, interrupting Pietro's talk about his job as a seller. She had her gaze in the opposite direction from where you were standing, and Pietro sighed.

"Wanda, it was a last-minute invitation." He began, and Wanda turned her head to him quickly, a mixed look of anger and hurt. But then she took a deep breath, and forced a smile, making you frown at the whole scene.

"No, Pietro. It's okay." She says. "Don't worry, it's a party, isn't it? We're here to have fun."

A man with a thinning beard reached you all next, and you were slightly surprised when Wanda grabbed your hand, but you didn't say anything.

"Wow, it's amazing to see you guys again." The man said smiling encouragingly. Pietro rushed over to hug him quickly.

"Good to see you too, Tony!" he greeted smiling, but he also looked slightly tense. You didn't know what the story was there, but clearly Wanda was not very comfortable in the stranger's presence.

"Wanda, look at you, my little sister-in-law!" Tony said excitedly extending his arms. But Wanda didn't move, squeezing your hand lightly. The man didn't seem to mind, moving forward and hugging Wanda anyway. He pulled away quickly however, still smiling, "And who are you?” He asked you next.

"I’m..."

"Leaving." Wanda cuts you off, ducking her head as she pulls you away with her. You hear Pietro sigh lightly, imagining that he would apologize for whatever this was.

As you two walk back into the house, you consider asking, but Wanda is looking around, clearly searching for someone. She lets out a low exclamation when she finds Bucky in the living room.

"Hey, Wanda." He says as soon as he sees her. "You've seen him, right?"

"You knew he was coming?" she asked, letting go of your hand, looking annoyed. You were starting to get very uncomfortable.

"Yes." Bucky confesses looking upset, and Wanda lets out an exclamation of indignation and surprise. "I told Pietro that it wasn't a good idea, but he still needs help with the Vis business..."

"No." Wanda interrupts by closing her eyes momentarily. You blink because she seems on the verge of tears at any moment. "I just..." She starts and takes a deep breath. Bucky steps forward with his hands in the air to touch her, but she forces a smile, denying with her head to signal him not to. "We're not going to make a scene, are we? Nobody's going to want that. I just... I just need a moment."

Wanda walks upstairs next, leaving you and Bucky behind. You really didn't understand what happened, and started to consider going after her, and as if reading your thoughts, Bucky patted you on the shoulder.

"Leave her alone for a few minutes, okay?" he asks. "She just needs to get used to the idea of seeing her late husband's brother again."

You swallowed dryly, nodding in understanding. Bucky smiled weakly at you, nodding for you to join him in the small circle of people he was talking to earlier.

//-//

Every minute without Wanda at your side with a bunch of strangers was like torture. Your heart was racing and you thought you were going to hyperventilate at any moment. Bucky was probably the only thing familiar, so you stood static next to him, trying to disguise yourself as much as possible while listening to people talking.

"Thor, I'm waiting for the invitation to your wedding!" Sam joked in the middle of the wheel, drawing laughter from everyone. The tall, blond man next to him looked mildly embarrassed.

"Tell that to Jane, she's the one who's postponing it." He replies in the same tone. You don't want to hear about engagements and weddings. So you mutter to Bucky that you need to use the bathroom and he points you in the direction.

Pietro's house is easy to get lost into. You are looking for a secluded corner to stay in, and as you pass through the empty hallway, you hear a noise that attracts your attention. It sounds like loud breathing.

Confused, you walk toward the sound, carefully opening the door to what appears to be an office. You find the switch, and your eyes widen in surprise when you find a child. It is a small boy, sitting on the floor with his head between his knees. It takes a second for you to realize by the height of his breathing what is happening.

Closing the door behind you to muffle the sound of the party, you rush to kneel beside the child.

"Hey, kid." You whisper tenderly but he just sobs. "What's your name? Hey? Try to say your name for me okay?"

You bring your hands to his and he raises his head, his face stained with tears as he breathes hard.

"T-Tommy" He gasps and you nod, squeezing his hands lightly.

"Okay, Tommy. I want you to breathe along with me now okay?" You ask as you signal with your hand the movement of your breath. "In and out like I'm doing."

"I-I can't." He cries, but you insist, squeezing his hand lightly.

"Tommy, in and out. This way." You repeat firmly, until he imitates. "All right, kid. Keep going. Breathe."

When Tommy manages to start breathing properly again, you smile at him. "You see, you did very well. Want me to give you a hug?"

He nodded, and you stepped forward, hugging him tightly. He didn't let go for long moments, and you began to think he might have fallen asleep, but he moved again, and you let go.

"I'm sorry." He asked weakly, and you held his hand.

"No, honey. It's okay." You say gently, crossing your legs to sit more comfortably in front of him. "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

He nods, looking at you quickly. You wipe away his tears afterwards.

"I don't know you." He says a moment later, and you smile slightly.

"I don't know you either."

"My name is Tommy." He replies with his hands folded in his lap. "This is my aunt and uncle's house, but I've never seen you at a party before."

"Wow, you are Wanda's son." You realize with surprise. Tommy blinks.

"Who is Wanda? I'm Mommy's son."

You laugh, nodding in agreement.

"Well, Tommy, your mother's name is Wanda." You explain, and he lets out a sigh of understanding. "I'm her friend."

"Okay." He says simply. He sighs lightly then. "I'm hungry."

You look at him curiously.

"Do you want a hot dog?" You ask, and he nods frantically, smiling. "Do you want to go outside and get it, or do you want me to bring it for you here?"

Tommy is thoughtful for a few seconds, and looks at the door for a moment.

"I want to go."

"Okay."

You get up first, and then help him to stand, and keep your hand in his to comfort him.

"Hey, is everything all right?" You ask as soon as you open the door. He has his thumb in his mouth, but nods, his eyes attentive to his surroundings.

Fortunately the kitchen is empty, since the house seemed to get warm enough for everyone to go outside. You sit Tommy down at the kitchen counter and prepare a hot dog for him.

"Do you like ketchup?" you ask and he nods smiling. After handing the hot dog to him, you made one for yourself. You smiled as you both took big bites of your food. "Does your mom let you drink soda?" You ask a moment later, and Tommy looks thoughtful. "Don’t lie."

Tommy grimaces mischievously, and nods his head in denial. You laugh and reach for two glasses, pouring some grape juice for you.

"Thanks." He says thank you as soon as you hand him the cup. You think it's adorable how polite he is at this age.

"There you are, Tommy." Pietro spoke as he appeared in the kitchen. He watched the scene with curiosity. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Sorry, Uncle." Murmured the boy lowering his head. "My head was hurting again."

Pietro sighed and you exchanged a look with him. He nodded in understanding before helping Tommy down from the countertop.

"Billy and Luna are eating candy in the backyard, honey." He says as he bends down to the boy's height. "Go ask Aunt Mon to give you some too."

Tommy seems content to leave after that, but he turns and hugs your legs quickly, muttering a "thanks for the hot dog" before running outside. You place his cup of juice in the sink along with yours before turning to Pietro.

"Where did you find him?" he asks leaning on the counter with his arms crossed. You mimic the position on the opposite side.

"In the office down the hall." You count. "What does he have?"

"We don't know yet." Pietro says. "He won't turn six until November, and the diagnosis can't be made before then." The man explains, running his hand through his hair for a moment. "But I've had anxiety since I was a kid, so his doctor thinks it's the most likely possibility."

You grumble in understanding, biting the inside of your cheek.

"He's been pretty nervous lately." Pietro continues next. You don't want to interrupt him. "I guess that makes sense. I got worse when my mother died, too."

You swallow dryly, really not being intimate enough to know what to say next. But Pietro doesn't mind, he smiles, shaking his head and reaching up to pat you on the arm.

"Sorry, I don't mean to make the subject morbid." He comments humorously. "Thank you so much for helping Tommy. Come have a drink outside."

You laugh half-heartedly, denying with your head.

"Thank you, Pietro." You say. "But I think I'd better go."

Pietro blinks in surprise.

"Are you sure?"

You nod, your gaze quickly going to the stairs before returning to him.

"Yes, I'm... I'm tired." You say. "Crowded environments are quite difficult for me."

Pietro nods in acknowledgement, and then smiles, thanking you again for coming and hugging you quickly.

You smile awkwardly before heading for the exit just as he returns to the garden.

Ignoring the urge to climb up the stairs after Wanda, you leave.

//-//

When you get home, there is a message on the refrigerator door from your mother, telling you that she is going out after work and that you shouldn't wait up for her. You grumble slightly, sending her a message to use protection, before leaving your cell phone on the counter.

After taking a shower and putting on the most comfortable and warmest set of sweatshirts you have, you go back to the living room, looking for some entertainment on the television.

It must be about eight o'clock at night when a knock at the door startles you.

You are surprised to have Wanda at your front door and she hesitates as soon as she sees you.

"Hi." You say.

"Can we talk?"

You make room for her to enter, closing the door afterwards.

Wanda stops in the doorway of the room, holding her purse tightly.

"I'm sorry I left you alone at the party." She begins and you look at her attentively, noticing her nervousness. "It wasn't polite of me."

You blink in confusion, but don't interrupt her. She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking back at you.

"It was not the right way to behave and I am sorry. I hope we continue to be grieving partners" She says.

"Wanda, why are you here?" You ask with a frown, trying to understand exactly what you are witnessing. Wanda blinks in confusion.

"To apologize."

"Yeah I'm not buying it." You retort. "I don't care about the whole manners thing, I wouldn't treat you differently just because of the party. What's going on?"

"I don't... I don't know what you're talking about." She says shaking her head slightly, her eyes wide. You look at her in disbelief, she seemed on the verge of an outburst. "I just came to apologize for not being a good hostess, and not even a good friend. And..."

"I don't give a damn if you weren't behaving as you should." You interrupt seriously. "You don't have to pretend to be okay with me. I saw the way you were forcing yourself to smile during the party. What was all that about? Why are you pretending?"

Wanda let out a humorless laugh, holding up her hands, her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know what..."

"If you're going to lie you can leave." You interrupt seriously pointing to the door. Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you in surprise. "I'm not like those people, Wanda. I don't want to see your version of the perfect housewife, who pretends everything is fine while it's falling apart so others will feel better. Either you tell me the truth, or we' re not going anywhere."

Wanda stares at you for several seconds, then looks away, tears streaming down her face. You sigh, uncrossing your arms to walk toward the door. As you begin to open it, however, Wanda rushes in and pushes the wood with one hand, the noise and movement startling you momentarily.

"Please." She begs throwing herself against you, her arms clutching around you as she buries her head in your chest, her tears wetting your shirt. "I can't lose you too."

You sigh, hugging her back in the same intensity to calm her.

"Breathe, Wanda." You say. "I'm right here."

When she stops crying, she breaks the embrace, and you give her a smile even though she is looking at the floor. You bring your hands to her face to wipe away her tears, moving closer to give her a kiss on her forehead before pulling away.

"Let's have some tea."

As you prepare the drink, Wanda sits down on one of the stools in the kitchen. You join her after lighting the fire.

"Do you want to talk now?" You ask next, swinging your seat slightly. Wanda gives you a weak smile, nodding her head. She sighs before she begins.

"My husband died last year." She counters with a lost look on her face. "That man at the party...his name is Tony. He is my brother-in-law. He... My husband died in an accident. He..." Wanda paused, probably overwhelmed by the memories, you reached out for her hand on the counter, and she sniffled before continuing. "Tony is an alcoholic. He...he needed someone to pick him up. So he called. And Vis... They... They argued outside the bar, and someone thought Vis was a cop. And then someone had a knife and..." Wanda stopped in a sob, releasing her hand to cup her face. You stood up, hugging her by the shoulders, and she buried her face in your neck, crying heavily.

"I'm sorry." You sighed, squeezing her. Wanda cried, hugging your waist. You only let go when the kettle beeped.

She wiped away the remaining tears as you went to turn off the fire.

"Do you want to go on?" You ask as you join her again, holding her hands. Wanda gives you a tired smile, denying it. "Let's drink our tea, then."

//-//

"Can I sleep here?" The question doesn't surprise you. After you had finished drinking tea, and you tried to distract Wanda with some small talk, you stood up to take the mugs to the sink, and her voice invaded your ears with the question.

You bit the inside of your cheek, but when you turned around, you didn't hesitate to agree.

And that's how you ended up in your closet doorway, looking for extra pillows.

Wanda walked around, observing your room with curiosity. You mentally thanked your mom that it had only been two days since her monthly cleaning, and your room was not messy.

"Who is this?" Wanda asks as she holds one of your frames in her hand. You have an extra comforter in your hand as you walk over to her to look at the picture.

"This is Bruce." You say looking at the photograph for a moment. Ignoring the wave of guilt that fills your stomach, you walk over to your bed. "We've studied together most of our lives. And the girl next to him is Carol, she was my maid of honor."

"Are they the friends you don’t talk to anymore?" Wanda asks as she returns the picture to the headboard. You mumble in agreement.

"Done, Wands." You say as you place the comforter on the bed. "You can have my pillow, I'll use the cushions on the sofa anyway."

Wanda frowns in confusion.

"Aren't you going to sleep with me?" She asks and you laugh in surprise, feeling your heart race.

"W-what?"

"I thought..." She starts and seeing your reddened face she looks away, clearing her throat. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch."

"It's okay, really." You assure her with a smile. "I'll be downstairs and if you need anything you can wake me up."

"Y/N..."

"Good night." You interrupt with a smile, moving closer to place a quick kiss on her cheek before turning and leaving the room, your heart racing.

You haven't slept in the same bed with another woman in many months. That is absolutely not going to happen tonight.

When Wanda finally lies back against the sheets, she grumbles softly. Your scent is everywhere, and she knows very well what it means when her body shivers and she feels a small warmth at the pit of her stomach. Pushing these thoughts away, she closes her eyes, hoping that the tiredness of the day will be enough to make her sleep.

#sorry for your loss #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxyou #wandaxreader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff reader #wanda maximoff you #marvel imagines

[likeastarstar]

2:37 PM- Hoseok

(A/N: fuckboi hobiiiiiiiiiii I really like this one. Hopefully you guys do too! Feedback is appreciated)

He moved around in a way that had your eyes no matter what room you were in. Hands in his pocket, head tipped upwards like he was always the most relaxed person in the room. How did he do that, glide around with ease? It was hard not to think of him in less than decent scenarios when Hoseok was constantly walking around knowing he was hot shit.

Maybe you'd make a move if you weren't in a relationship, but for now even the thought of crossing the line felt illegal. You had been friends with Hoseok for years, flirted with him constantly, even slept with him once a couple months ago before you met your boyfriend. That was before though, now you put a respectful amount of distance between the two of you just in case your boyfriend was the jealous type.

You pushed the thought away and refocused on what you were supposed to be doing, which was setting up for your friend's surprise party with the rest of your friends. You attempted to hang up a sign before realizing it was crooked, pouting up at the large sign stubbornly. You got off the ladder you had used to put it up, trying to tell which side needed to be adjusted.

"Need help?"

You turned, eyes falling on no one other than Hoseok, sporting an amused smile on his face. You nodded silently, gesturing towards the sign, "It's not level."

He nodded and walked to one side of the banner pushing the ladder, lifting it slightly, "What about now?"

Hoseok's beauty was distracting even now, your eyes zeroing in on the way his biceps flexed and stretched trying to adjust the banner exactly. The bottom of his shirt lifted and you could see the muscles of his stomach flexing, smooth tanned skin glowing gold. You traced the way his fingers delicately moved around the banner, forgetting where you were for a moment.

He cocked his head towards you and said your name, snapping you out of your daydream. He had a knowing smirk on his face and pulled his bottom lip in between his teeth, stifling a laugh. You shook your head and stepped towards him, holding the ladder steady, "Just a little higher."

The two of you worked in silence for a moment, fixing the sign quickly. He stepped off the ladder and helped you carry the ladder back to the storage closet, following you as you led him to where it was meant to be put back, "I'm surprised you came to set up alone- don't you have a boyfriend?"

You shrugged slightly, avoiding his gaze for some reason, "He's busy."

Hoseok stared at you, raising his eyebrows slightly, "Why are you dating him?"

You frowned, looking around awkwardly as if someone was about to jump out and tell you you were being pranked. When no one did, you looked back at him with a slightly confused look on your face, pressing your lips into a flat line. Hoseok was leaning against the wall with an amused look on his face, a taunting smile on his face.

"What kind of a question is that?" You mumbled, looking away from his face quickly when you realized your cheeks were beginning to redden. "I dunno, he's nice to me...or whatever."

Hoseok snorted, crossing his arms and leaned towards you, "I guess if that's what you really want, good for you."

"Why wouldn't I want my boyfriend to be nice to me?" You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

Hoseok didn't answer, laughing dryly and sending you a pointed look instead. You widened your eyes at whatever he was insinuating, trying to ignore the heat pooling at your center. The air around you felt electrified, charged with a palpable energy you could taste.

"You don't know what I want in a relationship," You said stubbornly.

"I've known you for years, I've stuck my dick in you, I know you well enough to tell when you're bored- which you most definitely are." He said cockily, "Besides, don't think I haven't notice the way you stare at me. It's pretty obvious you want me to fuck you."

"That was awhile ago, things are different. You can't insult your way into my pants, you do know that, right?" You snorted, leaning against the wall of the storage shed as Hoseok shoved the ladder into the nearest empty space.

"Was I wrong though?" He asked, an innocent expression on his face, "Don't you want me to fuck you?"

You froze, staring at him with wide eyes. If you said no you'd be lying, if you said yes you'd be an awful person.

Hoseok maintained the cocky expression for a second too long before relaxing, melting into an amused smile and lazily taking a step back when he realized you weren't giving in, "Sorry- I'll stop messing with you. You can't blame me, you're fun to tease."

"You're not funny," You snarked, rolling your eyes.

Hoseok laughed and pushed you out of the shed lightly, closing the door behind you, "You used to think I was funny when you were single."

"I used to think the world was going to end in 2012- don't take it personally," You joked, leading the way back to the party. The pathway outside between the shed and the house was shady, a grove of trees making a neat archway hovering above your heads.

You heard Hoseok stifle a laugh behind you and you smiled despite yourself. He was fun to bitch at- you almost forgot. You had known him for years, considered him a good friend despite the recent gap between you to that you had consciously put between you. "Let's go see if anyone else needs help," You said quietly, starting to walk back to the house.

"Just- wait," He said, stopping suddenly. He grabbed your hand with ease and pulled you back, turning your head towards him and kissing you unexpectedly. One hand cupped your face and the other was on your shoulder, holding you in place lightly. You froze for a moment but kissed back as soon as you realized what was happening, reaching out to touch his torso gently. It was messy and dirty and all too forward but in that moment you didn't have a care in the world. His tongue teased at your lips before slipping past them as you smiled and kissed him back eagerly, slow, hazy, and reckless. You moved your hands to his hair, short pink strands between your fingers. His hands squeezed your ass before wrapping around your waist and pulling away from you slightly, hips still pressed against yours. He slowed down for a moment, flicking his eyes open and over to yours.

"Just," He mumbled, in between moving his lips from your mouth to your neck, "Let me know when you're sick of that guy. I can be nice to you too, or mean- whatever you want."

You bit your lip and felt nervous instantly, realizing what he was offering. All of this felt incredibly wrong but you couldn't bring yourself to stop, your head swirling around so much it was like you were drunk. The thought of ending things with your boyfriend had never crossed your mind before but your body seemed to warm to the idea, unless that was just because Hoseok's hands were currently on it. You pulled away and looked to see if anyone had spotted you, but everyone else was inside, working away.

"This is wrong," You said feebly.

"Maybe, but don't you want to know what it would be like? Doing something bad, for once?" He mumbled, "Tell me you don't like my hands on you- tell me you don't remember how good it felt to fuck me. Don't you want to do it again?"

Hoseok smelled like something warm and spicy- cinnamon burning through your senses. You breathed his scent in deeply, wishing he wasn't right. It did feel good- wrong, but so, so good. You felt him bite down on your neck and moaned slightly, blushing furiously in embarrassment after. Hoseok laughed lightly, sinking his hands into your skin like he had just caught his prey.

"It's okay," He said quickly, moving his face off of your neck and in line with yours, eyes boring into you. "I won't tell. It doesn't have to be now, or tomorrow. Just whenever- call me."

You couldn't help but lean into Hoseok, kissing him again despite yourself, "I think we have to go back inside soon."

"Come on," He sighed, backing away from you and taking a step towards the house. Your body felt cold without his hands on it, alone once more. "Let's go eat some cake or whatever."

You watched him walk a ways down the path, tilting your head slightly. Could you really be thinking about this? Why didn't you feel more guilty? Hoseok shoved his hands in his pockets again and turned his head back to you, raising his eyebrows towards you, "Coming?"

You nodded and hurried to catch up with him, admiring the way his lips stretched into a lazy smile.

masterlist.

#bts timestamps #bts drabble #hoseok one shot #hoseok imagine #hoseok x oc #hoseok x y/n #jung hoseok fic #hoseok x you #hoseok fic #hoseok x reader #j hope fanfic #j hope x reader #hobi drabble #hoseok drabble #j hope imagine #j hope x you #bts fic

[samadiw]

Knickers - Part 05 - We need to talk 🤐

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D : "You smell good."

Hermione jumps

H : "Shit, you scared me, Malfoy."

Draco smirks and leans in closer.

D : "Didn't you ask me to meet you here?"

Hermione nods nervously.

H : "I did...."

She eyes him in his all black ensemble.

Merlin, he looked sexy as fuck.

H : "Umm, why aren't you in uniform?

Draco smiles fondly.

D : "My mother asked to see me, she misses me."

Hermione's heart melted.

H : "Oh, is she okay?"

D : "Yes, she's doing quite well, thank you."

Draco trails Hermione's bottom lip with his thumb.

D : "Its been hours since we kissed."

Hermione leans into his touch, her lips part and she whispers.

H : "Yes, I think it's time you refresh my memory, Malfoy."

Their lips touch and Draco deepens the embrace oblivious to their surroundings.

The sound of books falling to the ground interrupts them, they break apart and turn to the source.

A frightened 1st year stares at them.

Draco narrows his eyes menacingly.

D : "Move along, repeat what you saw to no one."

The terrified boy nods vigorously

Hermione rolls her eyes.

H : "Must you scare them."

Draco puts his hands in his pockets and raises a brow.

D : "Must we hide?"

Hermione looks at the blonde intently.

H : "I thought we agreed to keep our encounters secret."

Draco grins mischievously.

D : "Yeah, it does add to the fun, doesn't it?"

He closes the gap between them and traps her with his body.

D : "Meeting up randomly and snogging in forbidden places."

His fingers travel up her thigh and disappear under her skirt.

Hermione gasps but let's Draco do as he pleases.

Draco drawls seductively.

D : "Makes you feel dirty and adventurous, doesn't it?"

He presses flush against her.

D : "You get off thinking about me, Granger?"

Almost every night, but she wasn't going to tell him that.

Hermione rolls her eyes.

H : "Oh please, I have better things to do than masturbate every single night.

His long practiced fingers push aside the cotton underwear that covers her sex and strokes her inner folds.

Hermione whimpers and throws her head back in pleasure.

Draco grins in satisfaction

D : "Plenty wet now."

Laughter from the next aisle brings Hermione crashing back to her senses, she steps away from Draco and warns.

H : "Stop, there's alot of people around."

Draco chuckles.

D : "Why did you want to meet in the library, Granger? Is there a fantasy you've suppressed and want to bring to life?

Hermione averts her gaze and blushes.

H : "I, umm, have something to discuss with you."

Draco eyes the nervous Gryffindor.

D : "Go on, I'm listening."

Hermione's cheeks redden further and she stares at her feet.

H : "So, umm, Valentine's day is coming up and...."

Draco brings his hand up and interrupts.

D : "I'm going to stop you right there, I don't believe in fucking Valentine's day."

D : "It's a money making bloody ridiculous day."

Hermione's face falls in disappointment but she hides it well.

H : "Oh, I see, then this conversation is quite pointless."

Draco frowns.

D : "Granger, finish what you started to say."

Hermione grabs a large book and holds it tightly to her chest, she averts her eyes again and mumbles.

H : "Umm, no...I have to go."

Draco watches in confusion as Hermione hurries away from him.

Over the next few days Hermione ignored Draco and his advances.

She gave him various bullshit excuses.

What he did however see was Michael Corner (The sodding Head boy and shite Quidditch player.) Chatting up the witch he had been secretly snogging.

In frustration Draco walks towards The Great Hall and sees a bunch of people crowding around a bright red poster.

He walks upto Blaise and Theo

D : "What's going on?"

Theo grins excitedly.

T : "Valentine's day party."

Draco frowns and leers

D : "You can't be fucking serious."

Theo rolls his eyes and retorts sarcastically.

T : "Yes, yes, we are well aware of your crazy feelings about the day."

He smacks his forehead.

T : "Fuck, I've got to ask Luna."

Blaise nods in agreement.

B : "Good idea, mate, I'm going to ask Patil before some other fucker does."

Theo raises a brow and quips.

T : "Will you be joining the festivities with your mystery witch or are you going to drown your quacker ideologies in a bottle of firewhiskey?"

Draco sneers.

D : "First of all, theres no bloody mystery woman and second, well, yeah...maybe I'll ask someone."

It dawns on him.

Fuck, was this what Granger wanted to talk to him about before he rudely interrupted her?

Malfoy, you fucking donkey.

He had to find her

Draco looked around wildly, Granger was nowhere in sight.

D : "I have to go."

Theo asks suspiciously.

T : "Where?"

Draco glares sternly.

D : "None of your bloody business."

Theo chokes back a sob mockingly.

T : "It's like we dont know you anymore."

Draco rolls his eyes

D : "Stop acting like a possessive girlfriend, Theo."

Theo pouts and sticks his tongue out.

T : "You used to tell me everything."

Blaise rolls his eyes

B : "Stop your moaning."

Draco turns to sprint down the corridor to find Hermione but bumps into Corner instead.

D : "Watch where you're going, you insufferable git."

M : "Mind your attitude, Malfoy."

Hermione steps out from behind Michael and bends to pick the books she dropped.

M : "Are you okay, Hermione?"

Her eyes dart from the poster to Draco

H : "Yes, I'm fine."

Draco rounds on Hermione and asks desperately.

D : "Granger, can I speak to you?"

He throws a look of disgust at Michael and demands.

D : "In private."

Hermione puts her books in her bag and shakes her head.

H : "Sorry, I'll be late for class, let's catch up later."

Did she just disregard him like he was some unworthy piece of shit?

Hermione disappears into the Hall and Michael high fives Terry Boot.

Boot asks at once.

TB : "Did you ask Granger to the party?"

Michael frowns and shakes his head.

M : "I didnt get the chance, she's always got something going on."

M : "What I wouldn't give to tap that."

Draco heard word for word, he balls his hands into fists and controlls his raging temper.

Terry laughs.

TB : "You better get a move on then."

Michael nods enthusiastically.

M : "Yeah, I'm going to do it now and get it over with."

Draco almost drops his books and bag.

What the fuck?

What was this weird feeling of icy cold doom he felt in the pit of his stomach?

It slowly turned to blinding rage and he tried to tame it.

What he wanted to do was grab Corner by his robes and beat the mediocre wizard into a bloody mess.

Draco doubles over and fights the bile that rises.

Blaise eyes his best friend in concern.

B : "Er, you okay, mate?"

Theo frowns.

T : "Fuck, is he going to be sick?"

Blaise quips.

B : "Chill, hes feeling several emotions at once."

Theo raises a brow in question

T : "What?"

Blaise starts to count.

B : "1, 2, 3...."

It hits Draco like a ton of bricks.

He fucking liked Granger...alot.

Hook ups and random kissing aside, he wanted more.

Shite...

Draco straightens with renewed purpose.

D : "I need to go."

Blaise smirks and nods.

B : "Yeah, you do that, mate."

Draco rushes into The Great Hall

Theo stares after Draco's distraught figure.

T : "What the fuck is going on?"

Blaise lazily points to the Hall.

B : "Let's go watch, shall we?"

Michael reaches the Gryffindor table first and taps Hermione on the shoulder.

Everything happens so fast.

Draco runs at breakneck speed and tackles the unsuspecting Ravenclaw, they go crashing to the ground.

Everyone around them gets to their feet and stares at the struggling men on the floor.

Theo takes a step forward but Blaise holds him back.

B : "Let Draco handle this."

Michael groans and rubs his bruised side.

M : "What the fuck is wrong with you, Malfoy?"

Hermione crosses her arms over her chest and asks impatiently.

H : "What the bloody hell are you doing?"

Both men get to their feet and try to adjust their tangled school robes.

Michael opens his mouth to speak, but Draco waves his wand effortlessly and places a silencio charm over the Head boy

Corner glares sternly and makes obscene hand gestures.

Draco clears his throat quickly and blurts out.

D : "Granger, will you go with me to this stupid Valentine's thing?"

Hermione blushes and grins triumphantly.

H : "People are staring at you."

D : "Fucking let them, I don't care, go with me?"

H : "I'll think about it."

Michael grins smugly.

Draco is indignant.

D : "Really? Are you fucking serious?"

Hermione steps closer and kisses Draco lightly on the lips.

H : "Of course, I'll go with you."

Theres pin drop silence, the entire body of students and teachers were staring at them with their mouths hanging open and eyes wide, except Slughorn.

He continued to eat his breakfast.

PS : "Minvera, my dear, I believe, you owe me hundred Galleons, did I not tell you the unlikely duo were a couple of sorts?"

McGonagall stares at Draco and Hermione in shock.

PM : "You did indeed, I just never believed it."

Draco smiles fondly.

D : "Marvellous, see you in potions, Granger."

Michael stares at the scene before him dumbfounded.

Draco mutters the counter spell.

D : "Oh sorry, Corner."

Draco slides in next to Theo at the Slytherin table.

His housemates gossip around him.

Theo continues to stare at his best friend and asks in disbelief.

T : "Granger?"

Its Blaise who answers.

B : "Yes, Granger, you need to learn to be more observant, Nott."

T : "Hermione Granger?"

Draco bites into a piece of buttered toast and grins.

D : "She's brilliant, mate."

The second Hermione sits down, Ron expresses his rather colourful feelings.

R : "Malfoy??"

Ginny snorts into her pumpkin juice.

G : "You are incredibly thick, Ron."

Harry laughs.

Ha : "I knew you were doing something, but I didn't think it was Malfoy."

Hermione blushes.

H : "No, umm, we haven't."

Ron looks at them in disgust.

R : "She kissed the snake."

Hermione smirks smugly

H : "I've been kissing him for weeks."

Ron looks like he's about to vomit.

R : "That's disgusting, you know that's Malfoy, right?"

Hermione rolls her eyes exasperatedly.

H : "Yes, I know, now drop it."

She looks around and scolds

H : "And that goes for the lot of you."

Ron bites into a sausage savagely.

R : "The world is going bloody bonkers."

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[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Californian Dream (Pt. 11 of 11)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: Being part of one of the richest families of California doesn't mean you're happy. Your life is boring, and you're surrounded by meaningless people and their meaningless talk. Even during Summer, with the break you have from college, there's nothing good going on. Nothing but the new pool guy, Billy, the most handsome man you ever saw. You were successfully avoiding him, not wanting to act like an idiot in front of the guy until Billy accepts to be your date for a fancy gala you're forced to attend. The night was going well, even better when he sneaked you out to go to the beach. But a gang of criminals breaks into the party, kidnapping the heirs to the wealthiest families, which includes you. So, for your safety, your parents want you to stay with Billy, living in his apartment until the criminals are caught. And that could take weeks, maybe even months.

Warnings: Light violence

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California Never Felt Like Home

Even though he's not going anywhere any time soon, you hook one leg around his waist, just to pull him a little closer. “You're my prisoner now.” You mutter, sleep still clouding your voice.

“I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.” He answers, placing kisses all over your face.

“The good part is that we'll have all the afternoon to ourselves.” You giggle, moving to lay on your back with Billy hovering over you.

“I'll take you to see the sunset on that beach you like. Completely desert.” He says in a low voice. “If we survive your parents.”

“We already did.” Kissing him, you move to lie on top of him. “It'll be at this super expensive, fancy restaurant, so it means they won't yell at me or put on a show.”

“Sometimes I think you should consider what you're giving up.” He gets sad suddenly, sighing. You know what he's thinking about, and it will take time for Billy to see and understand this is what you really want.

“I'm giving up a huge house I never felt like it was mine. Lots of money that never brought me happiness.” In between the words, you place kisses all over his face. “But what I'm getting...? God, it's amazing.” Sitting up, you straddle his hips. “I got real friends now, and a home. And an awesome boyfriend who doesn't compare to the assholes on my parents' list.”

“I'm so happy I'm around to see the good daughter rebelling.” He sits up too, strong arms encircling your waist. “You look so good, little rebel.”

“You're just saying that because I'm wearing your shirt.” Wrapping your arms around his neck, you raise an eyebrow. Yesterday, you decided to pick one of his shirts to put on instead of your regular pajamas.

“Babe, you look good on everything. But I gotta admit seeing you wearing my clothes is very hot.”

Smiling, you can't help but blush. “We still have a few hours, so I think we can maybe make out for a while?” Biting your lip at his smirk, you giggle.

“Starting the day off with good ideas already.” He mutters, holding you up and throwing you back on the mattress. “This is the first day of the rest of your lives, you know that, right? Because I'm never letting you go. Unless you get tired of me.”

“I don't think I'll ever get tired of you, so yes...” Caressing his cheek, you take a deep breath, the sunlight illuminating his face. “The very first day of the rest of our lives.”

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The morning bliss had to be interrupted. But, as you sit across from your mother at the restaurant, you don't feel scared, or nervous. You feel perfectly fine. You're not dressed for this place, you can see it in your mother's eyes, but you don't care. You like the clothes you're wearing, and your mother's disgusting stare makes you chuckle under your breath. Making yourself comfortable, you ignore the silence. Nobody is saying anything, and your father has been staring at Billy as if he could kill him with his stare.

“So... I believe you want an explanation.” You start, cupping your hands together above the table. “Billy and I are dating. And I'll be living with him.”

“Is it some kind of joke?” Your mother interrupts, leaning closer. “You can't possibly think I'll believe you'll do that.” You're about to say something when she raises a hand, and you shut your mouth. “I get it, (Y/N). Billy is good looking, he has this appeal, he's different from the guys you're used to, rougher around the edges, I get all that. But this? This is insane.”

It's only a matter of time for the insults to begin, you're aware of that. “That's not all, mother.” You add, not even considering giving her a proper answer. “I'm not going to course Law anymore. I'll look for something I actually like. And go to the public University.”

“What the–”

“I have a good job now, at a store of diving equipment and I love it.” Cutting your father short, you raise your voice just a little. “That's my life now. I'm not going back to the house, but I want you both to know that I'll visit, of course, and you can visit me whenever you want and–”

“I'm not going to let you throw your entire life on the trash because of the freaking pool guy.” Your father's voice storms out, making a few people look your way. He does seem a little embarrassed, but definitely angry. “This man–” He points at Billy, and you hold his hand under the table. “–he can give you nothing. Nothing. What do you have in life, Hargrove? I shitty job, a tiny apartment. Do you think you can provide to someone like my daughter?” There it is. The insults. And, knowing exactly what Neil told Billy, you won't let your father treat him this way.

“You wanna know what Billy gave me, father?” Smiling, you begin. “He gave me a life. I never felt truly happy, never. Not in our mansion, or those fancy galas, or wearing fashionable clothes. Never. But with the pool guy, as you call him, in his tiny apartment with his lowlife friends? I finally felt something. I finally felt life was worth living.”

“Alright.” He slams his fist on the table, glancing at your mother, a mean smile on his face. “If you insist on doing this, I'll disown you.” He giggles, a hand half covering his mouth. “You won't see any cents from me anymore. Is that what you want?”

He looks like he got everything figured out. Exchanging a stare with Billy, you can tell he's worried. Does he think you'll fall for this? Squeezing his hand a little and smiling, you try to reassure him. He must feel awful, seated here, and listening to all this shit. “I–”

The waiter comes and you're cut short, waiting for your parents to order whatever they want to eat. “Oh, finally. We'll want Muffin Pan Shrimp Ragoon. Thought I'll give my kid one last decent lunch at a decent restaurant. What do you think?”

Seriously? “I can't eat that.” You think it's so obvious, but by the look on your father's face, he doesn't get it.

“What? Do you want to order something more expensive as a goodbye to your good life?”

“She's allergic to shrimp,” Billy speaks for the first time, his voice strong and deep. Both your parents look a little surprised, but soon enough recognition comes to their faces.

They completely forgot, but it doesn't bother you. You're happy Billy actually remembered it. You only mentioned it once, at the gala. “It's alright, though. We'll have lunch by the beach.” You tell them, smiling at Billy.

“Let me guess...” He dismisses the waiter with a gesture of his hand. “Sandwiches and soda?”

“Actually, yes.” Exclaiming, you stand up, and Billy does the same. It's over. You told them what's gonna happen now, and they have to make peace with that. And if your father wants to change his will and cut you out of it, so be it. “I made them myself and they're delicious.”

“For goodness sake.” Your mother mutters, running a hand through her hair. “Honey, please think this through, alright? Your house will be opened whenever you want to come back.”

“Thanks, mom. I will visit, I promise.” That said, you smile at them before turning away, hand in hand with Billy, walking away from the table.

“You better wipe off your bank account, (Y/N), because you'll never get a penny from me again!” Your father yells, and you simply wave at him, not even bothering to look back.

When you're outside, you feel light-headed, relieved. “This wasn't as bad as it could be.” You breathe out, walking to where Billy parked his car, a block away.

“Did he mean it? About disowning you?” He sounds serious, despite the smile that's on your face.

Turning around without letting go of his hand, you start walking backward. “I don't give a damn.” Speaking slowly, you wink at him, stopping suddenly and letting him come closer by himself before grabbing the collar of his shirt and tiptoeing to kiss him, sweet and slow.

“What the– (Y/N)?” Someone calls and since you do know who it is, you keep kissing Billy for a while longer. “Holy shit.”

It makes you giggle when he pulls your closer, deepening the kiss. But eventually, you have to breathe, so you break apart, a smile on your lips.

“Care to explain why the hell you're making out with the pool guy? In public?” Daniel says as you turn to face him. He has a girl with him, but you don't know who she is. He seems better, given the time he spent held hostage. “Have you lost your mind, girl?”

Sighing, you roll your eyes at him. You have a lunch date on the beach, and you don't wanna waste any more time with meaningless people. “Yeah. I'm dating the pool guy.” You tell him, shrugging your shoulders. “Actually, I'm in love with the pool guy. And now I work at a scuba diving store, so you can come up with some kind of name for me too, but you wanna know what? I don't give a damn.” Pulling Billy harder, you start walking again. “I'd love to say that we'll be seeing each other soon, but we won't. So... Goodbye, Daniel.” Turning on your heels, you leave the couple behind.

The drive to the beach is short, and instead of sitting on the sand, you chose to seat on the hood of his car. Which he now calls Lily, and you peacefully eat the sandwiches and drink the soda. You wouldn't trade it for all the money in the world. The ocean, the sunlight, the fresh wind messing with your hair. The simple food, the hood of his car... And him. Billy is certainly the best part. Having him here is indescribable, and knowing you'll go back home with him is even better.

“So... Will you help me chose something to major in?” You ask as he helps you climb off of the hood, taking your hand and starting to walk down the beach.

“Actually, I have some fresh news coming straight from Jason.” He says, a bright smile on his lips.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you stop to look at him. “What news...?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Heeler, from the store.” Billy starts, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “They want to retire and they're thinking about passing the store over to you and Jason since they don't have any relatives. If you both agree on being associates.”

“Oh my God!” You exclaim, tiptoeing to crash your lips on his. “This is amazing.”

“Please act surprised when Jason tells you.” In a sudden motion, Billy reaches for your thighs, pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. Using his shoulder for balance, you giggle. “He didn't want me to tell you but I couldn't resist.”

“This is just awesome. This is...” Taking a deep breath, you take a look at the ocean. The sound of the waves crashing is low and calming, and the way the sunlight reflects on the water shines like liquid silver. Then, you look at Billy again, his smile warming up your heart. “I love you.” You haven't said it yet, but it feels like the right time. And this is how you feel. You've never been in love before, but you know how this is how it feels. Like someone owns your whole heart. “I'm not sure if you feel the same but I just need you to know that–”

“I'm completely in love with you.” Billy cuts you off, bouncing you up a little and making the way back to his car. “I have been for a while and that scared the hell out of me.” When you reach Lily, he puts you down on the hood, remaining in between your legs. “But now... I'm sure of it. I want a life with you. A future.”

Blushing, you smile, your forehead touching Billy's. “So that thing you said about me getting to pick the kid's names...” You tease, placing a kiss on the corner of his lips.

“I mean it, if...” Pulling away from a little, he locks eyes with you. “If you don't pick something silly like the name you insisted on giving my car.”

“It's not silly!” Playfully, you try to push him away, giggling when he grabs your sides, tickling you. “Alright! Alright!” After a while you manage to stop him, his hands going back to your hips. “We'll pick names we both like. How does it sound?”

“It sounds like we're talking about kids even before getting married.”

“What?” Furrowing your eyebrows, you try to process what the hell he just said. “Sorry, I thought you heard you talking about...”

“I never felt like the type for marriage but, God, I want to marry you,” Billy exclaims, connecting his lips to yours.

You have a lot to say, a lot of things to ask, but you surrender to the kiss instead. This is all the answers you need. His lips on yours, on this paradise on Earth.

California never felt like home because home isn't a place, but a person. Billy is your home. Wherever you are, if he's with you, it's the right place. Nothing else needs to be said. The life you had before vanished like smoke in the air, and this is even better than everything you could ever dream of. Not all the money in the world can buy this moment, and you don't regret a thing. Love is far more important, and now that you found it, nothing will make you let it go.

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[harryswatermelonsegment]

Pool Party

Pairing: Reader/Harry Styles

Rating: R, text book smut

Word Count: 5k 😳

Warnings: Slight sub/dom tones I guess? & alcohol consumption

A/N: Sorry this is late, life somewhat resuming here in the UK so it means I’m back at my job. I managed to fall asleep mid edit folks 😳, this is my entry for the @helladirections Summer Feeling Fic Challenge, with the prompt “pool party” click the link for the masterlist. I’m still writing two more, one for @berrynarrybanana ‘s Sex Bucketlist Challenge but it’s turning out to be a 20k slow burn I wasn’t expecting 😬.Oops. But enjoy this one, I’m proud of her. My one other blatant thirst fic can be found here. Reblogs get free gratitude for the next 5 years 🍉💕

You'd been friends with Jeff since your teens, when his parents (despite their wealth), wanted him to get a job at the restaurant you worked at. In their rightful thinking, they wanted him to learn you had to work from the ground up.

Despite your clearly different class background you found a ton of common interests making the whole thing immaterial. He was a caring, down to earth guy and you were both people who really enjoyed sarcastically taunting each other every shift. You'd got used to visiting his house in the hills even though you'd been scared to get lost at first around his parents large house. Becoming solid friends quickly, you'd managed to keep in touch, as much as adult life would now allow anyway.

You knew his main role was managing a pop star but you'd not caught up in a minute and when you did, you kept your job chat out of the conversation where you could. This is why, as you barge through the kitchen, to the pool outside, you're shocked to nearly knock a stunned Harry Styles onto his behind.

"Fuck, shit I'm so sorry" you clutch your chest looking at the red wine on his tank top and his now empty glass. The soiled garment was tucked into some dressy shorts and partly covered by a loud hawaiian patterned shirt. Oh god what had you done?

You were quite honestly mortified. You'd never actually met the man himself, usually meeting Jeff at his for a few drinks or at a restaurant. You'd heard him mentioned in stories about travelling or how his campaigns were running Jeff into the ground with meetings. So, although you weren't a massive fan of his per se, in the way you didn't ask Jeff for updates or info, the way you'd hope you'd meet the attractive pop star was definitely not this.

He looked down at the offending stain then back up into your eyes, keeping his head angled down and blinking through his lashes. You couldn't read his blank expression and it put you on edge.

Maybe it was the heat trapped in the doorway, but as your eyes stayed locked you suddenly felt a fire spread from your navel up to your cheeks, and then from your center down to your toes. Your lower stomach clenched as you stared back at the guy covered in a good 2007 French rouge.

Fuck me he's pretty, you thought.

A rapid film reel of moments; sweaty bodies, those large biceps holding you against the nearest wall, smacking of lips against skin and moans of release flashed in your brain.

It had definitely been a while since you had got laid in your defense, your mood and pent up sexual frustration getting worse by the day as you tried and failed at the L. A. dating scene. Maybe you were picky, but horny and picky was an awful place to be.

However, the reality of the embarrassing scene you were currently a star of, flipped you back into the present.

Seemingly over the initial incident and hopefully not a mind reader to your thirsty brain, he takes you in and smirks.

Harry knew from the way your breathing hitched looking at his torso that you were at least a bit interested. He had clocked you the second you walked in through the big glass doors. A shirt of a band he liked and a natural beauty he wanted to spend some times with you he pondered. Ideally naked.

Zig zagging across the world promoting the album and had left little time to enjoy another person. Status and obligation to his job making it hard to just go out and meet someone. But here you were, dressed unlike anyone else, looking absolutely adorable in your embarrassment. You must be trustworthy if you're in Jeff's home,he wasn't a "bring your friends too" kind of host with his clients usually around.

This could be a fun evening for you both, he thought. Something unspoken, almost magnetic, drawing you both to one another. Surely that wasn't all his side right?

"I was told it was a good year, but I wasn't planning on consuming it quite this way?" inwardly he rolled his eyes at the barely there quip. But you laughed anyway.

"I am so, so awfully sorry, look, let's see if there's some dish liquid or something, possibly some of my next months rent in there too if I have to replace it" you let out a nervous laugh as you walked towards the kitchen. But in all honesty you weren't kidding.

Harry laughed at your sarcastic remark, impressed by your confidence in owning the situation and getting on with things. He casually watched your hips sway past a few people in to the open plan kitchen with as much subtlety as he could, you were confidentially locating all the parts needed to try and remove the offending stain.

"You seem to know your way around 'ere. I'm er…I'm Harry by the way" awkwardly waving as you mixed some solution in the sink drenching a sponge in it.

"Yeah" you smiled turning from the sink with the damp rag "known Jeff a good while, have definitely spilt red wine here before. I'm Y/N" you giggle. The beam from his own mouth matching.

"Ah! Y/N, of course, I've heard him mention you, didn't you once hide rotting mackerel in a unpleasant guys blazer?" he chuckled

"Heyyyy. Only after he spanked my ass getting him the check. Deserved a hot plate to the crotch too" you shot back.

You weren't sure where to go from here the thought of wetting down the white tank yourself definitely appealed but also seemed far too forward.

"Um…" you began gesturing with the sponge in your hand. You expected him to take it from you to sort himself out but..

"Oh yeah sorry" he replied shimmying his shirt off, dumping it on the back of a bar stool, then, crossing his arms across his stomach and lifting the tank top over his head you were slack jawed and frozen taking in the lean muscles and tattoos littered intermittently across his abdomen. He spread the top across the islands worktop flat, then grabbing the sponge with a simple "thanks" and knitting his eyebrows together in concentration as he tried to rid the dull red mark from it's center.

You still hadn't moved. A pink twinge to your cheeks as you watched his shoulder blades and back muscles scrubbing. Dirty thoughts circling your brain still.

"I would have helped you but I didn't want to start a wet tshirt contest in such a high end establishment yknow?" you thought out loud.

"Oh yeah, good call. I'm fiercely competitive Y/N so would probably be under that fancy waterfall thing by now showing off m'moves in my pants" he wiggles his hips trying to suggestively show you his "moves" but you can't help but smirk at just how endearing this man is. Dammit.

When he's finished with his shirt he drapes it over another barstool before handing you the sponge back.

If anyone asks him if he blatantly and deliberately got naked to gauge if you were into him he'd definitely deny it. But the truth is, he definitely did. Luckily for him, with the way you bite your lip and drag your eyes down his flesh as he brushes past your side to get back to the sink, he's right.

"Speaking of getting in the water in your" you use air quotes "'pants' I'm off to get out of mine" you declare, pushing yourself from the counter and keeping eye contact a second as you stroll back to the sliding doors leading to the pool.

"I… What??"

" The pool Harry?.... What did you think I meant?" you narrow your eyes and press your lips together before shutting the glass door again and turning once more to smirk at the opened mouthed man still by the sink.

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You'd been schmoozing in the water for a few hours now. There were probably only 20 or so people still here and the 3rd frozen marg had got you buzzed. You were in the small hot tub type pool, attached at the top of the main one on a slightly higher level. You hadn't seen Harry for a while but the last few times you caught his eye he'd been surrounded by at least 3 other people fighting for his attention, so you banked your flirtations to soothe your own ego, grabbed another marg and tried to forget about how he had started a tornado inside you, yearning for his hands on your thighs and head peering up at you from where they met in the middle. The strong pull of lust was clearly in your head then. What a shame.

You put it to the back of your mind as you finished catching up with Glenne. Both flushed and giggly as usual, she was the perfect match for Jeff and their chemistry unmatchable. You always enjoyed hanging out with the both of them, if anything, they gave you hope your own match may be out there. She left you in the tub alone, as she went to grab herself another drink and check on her host duties boyfriend.

"Don't you find drinking whilst already in water the weirdest thing?" you look up to find Harry standing over your right shoulder as you sit with your back against the pool wall and your elbows propping you up behind you, drink in one hand. His eyes unsubtley slip down to where your breasts lay pushed together in your halter neck bikini. You definitely weren't imagining it then. Fucking fantastic, you think.

"I mean drowning yourself on the inside from the alcohol and being in more than 4 inches of water really adds a danger element to my life if I'm honest" you reply sipping your drink.

And there goes those dimples again.

He's just in a pair of yellow swimming shorts now which doesn't help the alcohol flush at all. Sitting by your right side, putting his short glass full of amber liquid and ice, on the side of the pool and sliding in to join you. He leaves a small gap, as to not appear a total letch but your smart mouth has him hooked.

Taking a sip of his drink with the water up to his collar bones he hums.

"I do feel incredibly dangerous now, you've got a point"

"I mean if you think that's danger" you edge closer, not drunk but buzzed enough to take your chances you whisper into the shell of his ear. "You should see what thrills are in the guest bathroom. 1st floor on the right? " he chokes on his drink as your suggestive whispers make his dick twitch. He definitely couldn't get out of the pool for a while.

You're gone before you get a verbal reaction. If this all goes badly then you can just hide in there and slip out to an Uber and never see Jeff again right? Right. Cool.

With a soft white towel around you and your heart rate high as you reach the main guest bedroom you enter the room, you notice a large weekend bag in there and freeze. Shit. Someone's staying over, you hadn't factored that in, but a glance to the tag and the embossed H. E. S tells you you're good. Well, if not you'll just be a creep hiding in someone's bathroom but let's not think about it too much. Your faux confidence was working well so far and what other chance was going to arise like this one? Hot celebrities need fun with strangers too right?

Entering the bathroom you rub the towel over you, leaving mostly dry skin. You'd peel away your bikini if you were definite you wouldn't need to peel it back up your limbs should this plan backfire. You move to the mirror to adjust the black flecks from your minimal makeup dispersing under your eye and just as you're about to smooth down the stray baby hairs that humidity has got to around your face, you see Harry appear in the mirror behind you. Your belly flipping over and over with the thrill he'd took the bait.

Wasting no time he smirks and holds your gaze, wrapping his hands around your waist whilst his lips attach to the junction of your neck and collarbone. His tongue drags over your soft skin and he licks and softly sucks swirls onto it with his plush lips.

"Hm. You're right. This is a more fun type of danger" he says between kisses but before he's even finished his sentence you've spun around in his arms.

The bottom of your spine cold against the marble countertop, arms around his neck as you smash your lips into one another's with urgency. Tongues and wet noises as you get to know one another through your bodies alone.

He runs his hands down your back and presses his hard length against your thigh. He's definitely packing you think as you lift up a little rub your pubic bone against his front, panting out a little moan as the sweet friction of your bodies colliding sends you into overdrive. Catching the noise through your parted lips he gently tugs on the bottom one, teeth grazing the supple flesh. This combined with his large palms kneading your ass and pulling you further, tighter, into the roll of his hips. Only two layers of damp clothing separate you,forcing your lips to break from his mouth and fully moan, not caring who may be around. You could not remember the last time a perfect stranger knew your body quite this well.

His own grunts were speeding up when he suddenly grabs the back of your thighs and hoists you up beside the sink, you gasp in shock but it was more the way the lean man thrusted you up there like it was nothing. What else could he do? You expect him to go back to kissing you but instead he pulls back with his rock hard erection outlined in the wet shorts he still has on. Looking at you dead in the eyes both raging with lust and concern. Whilst you try not to worry how you were going to accommodate him inside your tight walls.

"Is this…? I mean, you want this too right?" his hands are resting at either side of your parted thighs. You nod. "Need you to say it Y/N" he steps forward, lips wet and brushes the pad of his thumb across your bottom lip that was now puffy and pink from the earlier biting. He knew you were down to fuck, but now he wanted to test your preferences. What kind of fun you were about to have shall we say. So when you lick his thumb tip, holding his fist still and grazing your wet tongue up and down from knuckle to tip before closing your eyes and humming around the entire digit, he knew you were both in for a good time.

Removing the thumb he whispers a barely audible "fuck me" before smashing your lips back together, tongues massaging together as he peels your underwear to the side with his hand swiftly and presses digit you'd lubricated with your mouth against your clit, moving it fast from side to side with just the right amount of pressure to make your head spin. Gasping, you throw your head back, hands clasped around his neck as you lean back and feel yourself start to leak a little with arousal. The few spots dripping down on to the counter.

You could say it had been a while but really this guy was moving his way round your body in the same way you tune a guitar in key. Calloused fingers applying the right amount of pressure as you felt yourself start to get to the edge already. He was kissing down the front if your chest, between your breasts, not missing a beat when he pushed both triangles of your bikini aside and you moaned loudly as he kissed and sucked hard around your nipple, tentatively pulling it between his teeth firmly, the sound you let out made him clamp a little harder before sucking in the whole nipple again, soothing the skin his tongue. Most likely leaving a mark behind, but you kind of liked the idea of proof he'd been devouring you in all honesty.

You were becoming blissed out from all the stimulation. Clenching and moving your hips around nothing but this magical thumb working your clit up and down hard. You were overcome with this whole situation playing out the way it had. You broke away from his mouth again.

"Oh fuck.. Harry, I'm… FuckFuck I'm going to come, I'm gonna fucking… Ahhh" he pulled back one arm steadying you as your head hit the mirror behind you in your release. He just watched you and slowed his thumb down watching as the liquid cascaded onto the counter.

After you'd come down you open your eyes and shyly smiled before kissing him passionately, his hands moving around your waist tightly. You moved your hand to his shorts, teasingly grazing the outline of his cock between your fingers in hopes of repaying the favour. He does a single throaty laugh and removes your hand, holding himself against his thigh. You look at him in confusion when he splutters,

"Sorry, sorry its just I'm going t'blow my load if you touch me." then he's back on your lips "Too. Fucking. Sexy" he says between wet kisses to your jaw, neck and clavicle. "Wanted to do this since I first set eyes on you" one hand is on the back of his neck twisting nape curls between your fist whilst the other rests behind you, stopping you from hitting your head on the mirror again.

"Oh yeah? Before or after I ruined your clothes?" you laugh teasingly as he slides his hands around your back to finally remove the bikini top properly, lifting it up over your head and tossing it aside somewhere on the floor. He let's a laugh out himself completely entranced still by how natural you are around him, it was often hard to connect with strangers in his position.

"I'd spotted you walking in, was trying to open the door for you m'love" he says before sucking a red mark into your breast and massaging and pulling the other nipple slightly with his hand.

You struggle through sharp intakes of breath for a reply.

"Well….ah...that's what chivalry.. Oh.. Get's you these days I guess" and you're both laughing a little.

"Hmm. Have to try harder with my manners then won't I? I mean, I've got to clear up the mess I've made here" he cups his hand against your pussy rubbing it up and down a little with his palm. You let out a guttural noise at the friction. "Ladies first and all'tha too right?" he giggles again at himself.

You're practically cumming right then, you couldn't remember the last time someone actually went down on you. Your previous boyfriend not particularly into offering you foreplay. A main point of why he didn't stick around too long.

Harry kisses down your abdomen now, soft sloppy, sensual pecks, humming into your skin every so often in appreciation as he works at removing your soaked bikini bottoms with his hands, pushing them down to your knees before you help, letting them fall from the remaining ankle to the ground.

Harry is moving far too slow for you, kissing across each hip down to the top of your slit, breathing over where you desperately need him before paying the other side the same attention. Then he's licking up each crease where your thigh meets your pelvis.

"Y/N, just.. Just turn, that's it and lean back as far as you can there, shuffle forward until can't balance anymore" you shift your ass as forward as possible on the lip of the sink and prop yourself up on your elbows trying to be as flat as possible on the cold counter as you could, your toes behind the sink with one foot the other dangling over the edge. You keep you thighs open as Harry hunches over the counter where you now lay diagonal. He places his arms under your thighs and bends your legs flat out as he can stretch you, you're expecting some more teasing but he just looks down at your pussy licking over his lips and almost whining before burying his tongue inside you immediately. The force of his tongue lapping up your previous climax causes you once again to knock the side of your head against the mirrored wall. You turn and watch the scene almost as a spectator, witnessing yourself bare to this beautiful man, curly brown hair between your fists and making sounds like he's savouring every taste. He catches you watching before taking his mouth off you, immediately, you're whining in protest.

"Watch my eyes not my reflection baby, I'm right here"

His authoritative tone eclipsing every thought you had about the casual nickname, you stared down at the wonderful site of him lapping and suckling on your clit. Pointed tongue and firm laps against the swollen button. He then starts lapping up at your glistening hole,unhooking an arm to spread your lips open between his fingers and licking right from the bottom to the top with all the sloppy wet noises involved. He was feeling you contract as he locked faster and faster over you. His tongue deserved an award never mind his music. You couldn't believe you were on the brink of a second orgasm so quickly but when he sunk his middle finger into you at the same pace his tongue was working at, you were screaming his name into the extractor fan above before you knew it. You felt waves of liquid cascade from your pussy as he gently lapped up the produce of his work from you. You flinched in overstimulation but he cleaned up every last drop tenderly before carefully closing your legs and pivoting you round to your previous sitting up position on the counter. Neither of you had spoken a word since you came but as he leads your arms to drape over your shoulders, holding your fucked out body against his chest whilst peppering your temple with soft pecks . Then he kisses you intensely, letting you taste the sweet juices of yourself on his lips. You hummed in approval of the sweet taste as you came round.

A few minutes of carnal making out and things were heating up again. Your hands cupping his jaw then sliding to graze fingernails up and down his back, digging them in a little harder now and again and causing goosebumps to pierce through the skin rapidly under your touch.

You could feel him swallowing down grunts from the friction he was getting from his shorts covered cock brushing up and down between your slick folds.

He'd made you cum twice. Hard. He always got off of making his partners cum of course, so he was feeling beyond turned on and the slight heat of your glistening folds against his length was almostvsending him over the edge.

"I want you inside me" you whispered against his lips desperately.

No sooner had you said the words, his left hand was frantically searching through the vanities top drawer in hope. Finding a packet, checking the date quickly then tearing it between his teeth, spitting the seal onto the floor and pushing his shorts to his ankles, stepping out of them at speed before kicking them away.

He smirked when he caught your eyes bulge at his cock. He knew it was above average but the reaction was always a further compliment he thought.

Stepping forward he put on a show of putting the condom on, first rubbing the drops of sticky pre cum at the head and down his length keeping his eyes locked to yours as you wriggled on the counter with anticipation. He whined a little as it squeezed him rolling it on, so red and over sensitive from turning you on. So that's why, when you grabbed for it, he stilled your hand. Dimples appearing back in his cheeks as you looked again in confusion. He kisses you, languishing the moment before grabbing you forward from the countertop to the floor again, still keeping your lips attached. He lightly grips at your hips and turns you round to face the mirror once more.

Harry lightly grabs your throat, and the way you whimper and push your ass back against him, makes him mentally bank that idea for later perhaps. He runs his left hand up the column of your neck lightly holding your jaw between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him with his hand on your face and the other already working up and down your folds.

"I want you to watch us. Want you to watch yourself come apart. Want to watch you cum around my cock yeah? " he whispers in your ear. You noticeably shiver with excitement of what's to come.

"Please Harry, please, need it, need you."

You watch yourself babble and beg for his cock. The pathetic whimper from yourself as you try and circle your ass into his crotch again to encourage it happening. You were never patient and he's driving you insane here.

Bringing two fingers infront of your lips as you watch yourself in the mirror he looks you dead in the eye through the reflection.

"Spit" so you do, "good girl" he says kissing your cheek. His saliva lubed fingers are back rubbing your clit quickly whilst his knee nudges the back of yours to spread your feet wider as he kisses the back of your neck and shoulders. When he pauses next you're not expecting the hard thrust of him entering you entirely, sure you were dripping wet with the result of two orgasms but you cry out in a mix of stretch and pleasure as he pounds into you at a furious pace. His spare hand not on your clit is holding the bottom of your spine down as he keeps up his rhythm. His pace was that of a man desperate for release after watching you fall apart on his fingers and tongue. The build up meant he was already close as you tight walls fluttered around him. He pleads with you to stop tightening your walls around him or he's not going to last he whimpers.

You were already close again, you'd never cum this many times or this quickly in your life but you were ready for another round and by the sounds of him and the stutter his pace kept slipping you knew he was close too.

You quickly removed his hand, sucking your own fingers into your mouth to replace his own at your clit.

"M'gonna cum, but… OhOh fuck.. But need you harder. Deeper" you manage to get out.

He grunts a curse before squeezing your hips at a pressure that will leave marks tomorrow but the delight in the speed he was now able to snap his hips against the swells of your ass, was well worth it. It only took a few more seconds with the fingers that knew you best, for you to gush against his cock. Feeling absolutely exhausted you slump your sweaty chest onto the cold counter.

His orgasm taking him by surprise when you clenched up to milk him dry. He all but shouts your name as his hips stutter and you feel the warmth of his cum fill the one barrier between you.

His lips were back on your sweaty neck for a second whilst he disposed of the used condom. He ran the walk in shower and wordlessly you took his offered hand to join him under the hot spray. You'd never had an encounter end like this before not that you were a seasoned professional but after 3 orgasms the way his hands moved round your body under the water, washing away your antics with sweet strawberry-banana smelling suds on the flannel, left you with a warm floaty feeling the worn off alcohol never had.

He gently wipes your makeup from under your eyes then, smiling at the cute way your nose wrinkles slightly as he rubs at each eyebrow.

"I don't even have words" you finally laugh out blushing, not able to stand his gauge as you say it.

"Oh. So that's how to make that smart mouth o'yours stop is it? " he grins, you gasp in mock offense and go to say something but going under your chin with his thumb with his forefinger to connect your lips under the warm water spray he kisses you when you pull away you can't help but ask.

"So does this make us even on one ruined fancy vest then?"

"Hmmmm" he ponders with both hands on your face looking at the ceiling out if the falling water. " I'm not sure, I mean it was a custom, pretty high going rate those yeah"

"Yeahhhh you're right, you're right. Better factor in the cost of the custom job then hadn't I huh?"

You hurriedly sink to your knees on the tiled floor.

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❛ HOTEL ROOM? ❜

with Angel Reyes.

Warnings: nsfw, brief smut described.

Word count: about 1.9k

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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It was a long day at the hospital and you didn't want to party. But it was EZ night, after being fully patched, and he begged you to go. Even if you know all the Mayans and have a good relationship with them, you feel totally out of place when your friend disappears. He said it was only for some minutes, but one hour has already passed and your drink is almost emptied. You could go home, but the problem is that your housemate asked you to have the house for her own tonight. Another Tinder date. So now, you're freezing because EZ kept your hoodie, sitting on the porch and not knowing where you are going to sleep tonight. Your last option? Search for a hotel room.

Heavily sighing you grab your phone from a pocket of your shorts, curling your body over the couch looking for some warmth. Typing over the screen, you wait for the results. Thirty dollars per night. EZ and Melissa are going to pay for that. Taking off your wallet from your bag, you hold your credit card to hire one room. At least, you will enjoy a good breakfast tomorrow. You don't notice Angel's presence until he asks you what you are doing. Turning your face towards him, you find the oldest Reyes with an arm on one of Vicki's girls shoulders. Mumbling nonsense words, you end up shrugging. If you tell him about your new adventure, he will scold you for not asking him first. But you're weak, and if you stay alone with him, you're going to screw up things between you two.

Before you can't stop him, Angel has grabbed your phone, leaving the girl in the background visibly annoyed. Licking your lips, he looks at you frowning. That look is also enough for the other woman to abandon the porch. Keeping your phone in his back pocket, he takes off his kutte holding it between his legs to offer you his hoodie. Puckering your lips ashamed, you take it to wear it. His smells almost dizzies you, closing the zip over your abdomen and your chest. The warmth of his body concentrated on the fabric comforts you more than anything, holding this time the hand in front of your eyes.

“C'mon, I will take you to my house”.

“You don't have to, Angel”. You whisper, even if you're really desiring it. “You can stay with that girl, and I can g—”.

“Nah”. He clicks his tongue, tangling your fingers with his. “I'm not gonna let you alone, as my shitty brother did”.

He's smirking at you, proud of saving the damsel in distress. Guiding you to his motorbike, he makes you wear on the helmet, assuring that it's tight grip under your chin. Putting away a lock of hair, sticking out by a side, he softly slaps the top of the helmet.

“Let's go, mami”.

The ride is shorter than you thought, clinged to his waist until the bike stops close to the building. Helping you to jump out of it, you follow Angel through the yard to the inside, going upstairs. You have been a lot of times in his house, but this time is different, because it's the first one you're alone. Standing up in the middle of the living room, the man goes to his room to come back a minute later carrying a shirt and a pair of short sweatpants.

“You can wear it, it will be more comfortable to sleep”.

“Thank you”. Whispering with a fleeting smile drawn on your lips, you hold it. “I can… sleep on the sofa”.

“Nah, bed is yours”. Shaking his head, he takes off his kutte to hang it on a chair.

That's not a good idea for you, covered by his smell and dying inside in the meantime. But you just nod, before leaving him to change your clothes. Once that you're ready, tying up your hair, you step out of his room with your new pajamas.

“Wanna beer?”

“Yeah, sure”.

“So, it's supposed that you were staying with EZ?” He asks then, opening the fridge to grab the drinks and sit with you on the sofa.

“It was supposed”. Giggling, you hold your beer to have a sip.

“A toast for my shitty lil brother boiling you”.

“Wow, that's rude!” You laugh, colliding slightly your bottle with his.

“Nah, enjoy our night. It's the first time we're alone, didn't know you?”

“Yes, I know”.

“Why? I mean, we were friends in our childhood. It's not like… you don't know me”. He sounds a little offended and confused.

“Ah… I don't know”. Putting away your gaze, you focus the moves of your fingers on the beer, shrugging somewhat nervous.

Yes, you know it. But you're not going to tell him.

“I always thought you were in love with me”. He laughs loud, shaking his head.

Your heart is jumping inside your chest, about to fly out and leave the earth's atmosphere. But when he finds you not laughing back, he almost chokes on his beer. With an incredulous gesture, he cleans his mouth with the back of his hand, licking his bottom lip. You're fucked. You just want to run away. From his house. From Santo Padre. From California. Maybe, from the United States. But he grabs your left wrist when you're about to get up.

“Are you…?” He mumbles surprised.

“Angel, I do—”.

“I thought you were just mad at me for something”. Now, the tone of his laugh turns to a happy one, confusing you. “Damn! I thought that maybe I did one of those comments that bothers you, and you just simply… kicked me out”.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to… make you feel like that”.

“So, are you actually in love with me?” Angel is still sounding surprised, putting both drinks away over the coffee table.

His ringed fingers grab your forearms making you kneel on the sofa, a little bit closer from his position. You can't barely breathe when he urges you to lie over his body, embracing you tightly as he places his whole anatomy on the sofa. Your pulse is about to stop, after speeding up too much.

“Do you wanna know a secret?”

“No…” You sob between laughs, covering your face with both hands.

He laughs louder, making his chest vibrate under yours. Turning both bodies on a side, he grabs again your wrist to discover your face. Your cheeks are burning. He's too close. Your back is stuck against the sofa and you two barely fit on it, but Angel looks comfy just like that.

“You were my crush on highschool”. He confesses chuckling, putting an arm under your neck.

“No, it's not true”.

“Yeah, it is. But I thought you and EZ were dating”.

“You think too much”. You mock him.

He nods with pursed lips.

“And didn't help at all”. Angel adds then, starting to caress your hair with soft gestures of his fingertips. Having a light deep breath, he places his head on the cushion. “So… what about you dating me?”

You have never heard him so nervous, always being so secure of himself around girls. And you can't even believe what he is asking you. Now, you're the one who feels secure, and he is the one dying inside.

“I've never had a girlfriend and I don't know what to do, but I'm sure about how many times I have to feed you and how many times I have to take you for a walk”.

“Angel, I'm not a dog!” Palming his chest, you almost roll on your back.

“You sure?” He jokes then, trying to hide the fact that you haven't answered his question yet and he's losing his calm.

“We can figure it out”. You finally say, nodding for a second.

He's smiling like a fool, using the hand on the back of your head to push you some inches closer, until your lips touch his. A soft kiss happening in the meantime that your fingers get intertwined on his shirt, and his free hand flies to your cheek. Your mouths molding perfectly, tasting the bitter mix of beer and your salivas. The pace of your heart feeling calmed, almost touching your noses when he tucks his tongue between your lips. Caressing it, you can't help but fit your body with his when his right arm surrounds tightly your waist. You don't know how many times you have dreamt with that kiss, but probably exactly as he has done.

Running out of air, Angel draws a path of wet kisses down to your jaw, sinking his face into the gap of your neck. His dense beard makes you some tickles, as his teeth getting dragged over your skin give you some soft shivers. You can't help but keep your eyes closed, biting your bottom lip while your fingers tighten the grip in his shirt. One of his hands, placed now on your ass, roams the back of your thigh to urge you to raise up your leg over his, settling himself almost under your body.

“Do you still want to sleep alone?” He whispers against your skin, bristling it with his warm breath.

“No”. You gasp unconsciously as soon as he starts to rock his hips with slow moves.

The hardness under his jeans is perfectly seated against your center, enjoying the friction his anatomy does to yours.

“Who you wanna sleep with, baby?” He asks, clearly teasing you, knowing how much he wants to hear it.

“I wanna sleep with my boyfriend”. You can feel the smile on his lips growing up, because his mouth is still pressed on your neck.

Sticking out his face from his hiding place, Angel kisses you again, turning you on your back. With him lying over you, his pelvis can go somewhat deeper into your legs, finally making you moan just with a simple move. The clothes are hindering you more than anything, but seems like he loves to play with you. And you're no one to ask him to stop, aren't you?

“Does mi preciosa novia want to be fucked by his amazing boyfriend?” His ringed fingers are nailed on your sides, securing you against the sofa, to thrust his hard rock to your needed pussy already wet for him.

“Yes, please…”

“Do you like how it sounds, ah?”

You just nod, feeling his right hand traveling down the fabric of the shirt, finding the waistband of the sweatpants. He doesn't lose time on sliding it under your clothes, grunting because of the heat flooding from your core. But he just caress your folds, impregnating his digits with your juices to bring it to his mouth. Barely gulping, you watch him sucking his own fingers and his eyes getting darker.

“You taste so fucking good, mi reina”. He gasps onto your lips.

And you don't need to be asked to. Gripping his wrist, you take his fingers into your mouth. Your lips closing around it and your head bowing up and down slowly. His orbs are glued on yours, as your tongue tastes his skin. Angel bites his bottom lip using his incisors, seeing how his Adam's apple moves in his throat by gulping his own saliva.

“Fuck my life…” He babbles, enraptured by the way your lips suck his fingers.

“Fuck me, Angel”. You correct him, looking now for his mouth.

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❛ ALL NIGHT LONG ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY @rebelwrites: How did i not know your requests were open 😍 can I request fluff prompts 9 and 10 with ruzek please 💜 like it’s the readers best friends wedding and she’s maid of honour and he’s there as her “date” but he can’t get over how she looks and he realises he’s catching feelings 💜 thanks baby 💜

❚❙ Prompt: “What does it mean when I can't get you out of my mind?” / “Dance with me”.

❚❙ ADAM RUZEK MASTERLIST.

❚❙ WORDS: about 1k.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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When your best friend called you to tell you she was going to get married, you couldn't believe it at first. But even so, when she asked you to be her maid of honor and to bring someone with you, the person who came to your mind was Adam. He has been your partner since you started to work for Intelligence and you have spent more hours together than you're capable to count. There wasn't anyone better than him.

But maybe, just maybe, you have discovered some hidden feelings for him since you've talked with Alice about the way he has to look at you, with so much kindness and tenderness. Confusing you because you haven't noticed it till the day of her wedding, after the reception and a couple of tequila shots. You haven't seen Adam before like more than a friend, but now, it's different.

As soon as you come back to your table and sit by his side, he places an arm over your shoulders while continuing the conversation with the other guys around. You don't even know what they're talking about, focused on Adam's laugh and starting to feel wrapped by a paranoid, with your best friend's words dancing inside your head. Does he have real feelings for you, or is it a dirty play by Alice? Grabbing your glass of champagne to have a sip, you clear your throat to claim his attention quietly.

“Would you… like to dance with me?”

For a moment, he tries to babble something with enough sense to accept your invitation, just nodding at the end. Curving your lips in a soft smile, you hold the hand he is offering to you, getting up to walk straight to the dancefloor. During a second you have the sensation of his hands trembling slightly when they get placed on your lower back, paying so much attention to the way your arms surround his neck. Adam licks his bottom lip consciously, as you rest your cheek on his shoulder.

The slow melody played by the music band and the dim lights illuminating the place make more romantic the moment you two are sharing in silence. It's the first time you dance together and you couldn't get tired of being embraced by him, hearing his heart beating over its normal pulse. And that just makes it a little funnier. But it's also a confirmation that maybe Alice wasn't wrong. Not being sure if it's the alcohol making you act, or the desire for feeling him closer, that you can't help but hug him tightly with an imperceptible sight escaping from your lips.

“Thanks for accompanying me”. You mumble, trying to start some kind of conversation.

“You know… I gotcha with or without a badge”.

His nervous giggles make you laugh, pulling yourself away some inches enough to find his brown eyes fixing on yours.

“And… missing the chance of seeing you wearing a dress? Nah. It has worthed it”. The humorous tone of voice after clicking his tongue causes you to laugh again, shaking your head this time.

“I get it, I get it, mister clown”. You reply palming his chest with a hand. “So, have I exceeded your expectations?”

“Hm… well…”

“How you dare, Ruzek?!” The chuckles become a little louder, covering your mouth to not draw too much attention.

“Okay, okay! You look beautiful”. He adds then, raising both eyebrows with a comical grimace. “Happy?”

“Pretty much”. You nod one time putting right on his tie.

Unexpectedly, Adam leans briefly to place a kiss on your forehead, provoking short chills to run down your back. You can't help but close your eyes, wishing for a second to receive another one, but he just rests his cheek over your shoulder as you do. Now, his arms are wrapping your waist tightly, shortening the distance between your bodies, focusing on how good they fit. Like the pieces of a puzzle.

“What does it mean when I can't get you out of my mind?”

The confession uttered in a shy whisper bristles your skin with no mercy. Alice wasn't wrong. You only were hiding your feelings for him because you were scared that Adam doesn't have the same sentiments in his heart. You were the wrong one. And you don't want to screw it, not knowing exactly what to tell him back.

He pulls himself away from you visibly nervous and uncomfortable because of your silence. Rubbing the bridge of his nose with his gaze away from you, he keeps his hands in the pockets of his pants.

“Sor—Sorry… I didn't wan—wanted… You know…” Wrinkling his nose and puckering his lips, you notice the reddens covering his cheeks.

“I don't know what it means, and I can't do it either, but I like it…”

As soon as you earned his surprised eyes with a brow raised in a curious gesture, you lean on your tiptoes to press your lips on his. The alcohol in your veins has given you the encouragement needed to kiss him, to push him closer again. You have thought about how good it would be to taste him that way for a while now, and he has exceeded your expectations too. It's almost addictive.

Your hands fly to both sides of his neck, molding your mouths to perfection, in the meantime, his fingers get nailed on your hips. For an instant, you forget where you are, surrounded by whom, and everything takes a back seat when he returns you the kiss trying to contain the necessity of showing how much he has waited for this to happen.

“It's been like a… torture”. His laughter vibrates your lips with every touch of his, closing his arms around you to pretend you keep dancing. “I've wanted to kiss you on so many occasions… So many times… Can't believe I can kiss you”.

“Kiss me again, you dumbass”. You complain, exactly a second before receiving a bunch of sloppy kisses all around your face and ending with a provocative bite to your bottom lip.

“Imma gonna kiss you all night long, baby”.

“You better, Ruzek…”

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