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what love feels like ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Being a mother to a beautiful baby girl and wife to an adoring husband is the most rewarding feeling in the world. But you also work a full-time job, are overtired most of the time, stressed, don't have any alone time, look very different than eight years ago, and sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs on you until one day, all of your deepest insecurities rear their ugly head–that your husband might not love you as much anymore and someone could take him away from you.

Pairing: husband!yoongi x reader

AU/genre: angst, fluff, smut, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: swearing, both Yoongi and oc are in their 30s, mom and full-time worker!oc, reserved!dad!yoongi, lack of intimacy, mentions of body insecurities post-pregnancy, mentions of fear of abandonment, mentions of jealousy. irrational worries, built-up stress, light fighting, silent treatment, stubbornness, lots of reassurance, nightmares, cute backstory of how they met, a lot of ily, Yoongi and oc being good parents 🥹, Yoongi calls oc doll, and explicit sexual content

sexual warnings: swearing, kissing, neck kisses, pleading, banter, dirty talk, doll petname, asking for consent, b**b squeezing & sucking, hair threading, penetration, f*ngering, big d*ck!yoongi, growling, missi*nary, eye contact, tearing up, c*ming together

Now Playing: Breathing by Anne Marie

a/n: Okay this was for Yoon's bday. Based on the poll, husband!Yoon won. Was intended to be a Drabble but well...heh 😅 Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this fic and Yoon is just such a good hubby for responding well to these very relatable insecurities. (Low-key love this couple...) I'm sorry for any typos or warnings i missed! I checked and double checked but a few might have slipped. Enjoy! Anyway please enjoy! 🥰

“So, you're Jia's father, huh? I don’t think I've seen you here before, and I’m sure I would have recognized you.”

With his back straight and arms folded, Yoongi gives the woman in front of him a quick once-over. Mid-40s, freshly single, and definitely in need of some companionship. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out; she’s been talking his ear off for the past twenty minutes like he’s some kind of remedy to all her problems.

Honestly, he just swung by to pick up his four-year-old from daycare after another grueling day at work. But the moment he walked in, it was as if all the single moms latched onto him like a flock of hungry geese. This one’s name is Sandra in particular.

It reminds him of his college basketball days, how the cheerleaders all too eagerly swarmed around him after sinking the winning shot at the championship game. Shame he was too busy eyeing the girl in the stands to care, her face buried behind a book twice as big as her head. Who reads an 800-page novel during the playoffs anyway?

Fate, as one may call it, intervened about a week later when his best friend became said girl’s lab partner. Yoongi didn’t make any sudden moves at first, but well, he did make her his wife three years later.

“It’s just so nice to finally meet the father of such a sweet child. Especially considering how many dads tend to take a backseat in their child's early years.” Is she still going on? Yoongi does his best to stay present, though it’s proving unsuccessful. “And Jia truly is an angel! It’s clear you’re doing a wonderful job raising her, even with a full-time job and all.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together at the somewhat odd choice of words. “Thanks,” he drawls out, noticing her pupils dilating with every breath. “Most of the credit goes to my wife though. She’s a great mom to Jia.”

“Jia’s m-mom?” Sandra stutters, her mouth slightly agape. Yoongi senses the gears turning in her head as she struggles to process the unexpected presence of his wife. Tempting as it is, he holds down a smirk. Of course, he’s a happily married man–for nearly eight years now.

“Yeah,” he replies simply. “She’s usually the one to pick up our daughter from daycare, but she’s been working a lot of overtime lately. I thought I'd come instead so she can get some rest."

“Oh, well that’s very–“

“Daddy! Daddy, you’re here!” The sound of a familiar high-pitched voice, along with a light pattering of feet, diverts both adult’s attention.

“Hey kid.” Yoongi effortlessly lifts the small child once in front of him, securing her in his arms. “Have fun today?”

Jia gives an enthusiastic nod, bright red ribbons in her hair bouncing cutely as she does. Proudly, she shows him the drawing she made.

“See? It’s me, you, and mommy!” She makes sure to point to each part of the picture with her pointer finger.

Yoongi gently takes the artwork from his daughter’s hand and lets out a soft chuckle. “Now this is what I call a masterpiece! Mommy’s gonna love hanging this one on the fridge. How about I hold onto this and you go grab your backpack, okay?”

As soon as Jia’s feet touch the carpeted floor again, she races off to her cubby in the far corner of the room. Yoongi shoots Sandra a final glance before slowly following behind. “We got to get going, but nice meeting you.”

“You…too.” Sandra’s response is more than disappointed as she watches the father-daughter duo make their way out of the building. Evidently, Min Yoongi isn’t the single dad she originally assumed. Funny, she swore there wasn’t a wedding band in sight. Maybe she missed it.

“No, I’m sorry but I’m certain we haven’t used any of your services in the last six months. My husband canceled it in late October.”

With one hand, you grip your cell phone up to an ear while the other pops open the dishwasher. You’ve been on the phone with the cable company for half an hour, trying to make sense of an unexpected charge that appeared on your bank account this morning. You consider yourself more patient than most, yet after working all day, a pile of laundry waiting to be washed, and dinner threatening to burn on the stove, the last thing you have time for is arguing with your old service provider.

“I understand, ma’am, and I apologize for any confusion. I’m taking a look at my records and they’re all showing me that—oh wait a second.”

The young man on the opposite end of the line interrupts his own thought, piquing your concern in the process.

“What did you say your last name is?”

You answer and in an instant, you’re met with a thousand rushed apologies; something about getting the account names mixed up in their system. It’s difficult to decipher everything you hear with the front door being thrust open that very moment.

“Mommy, where are you? We’re home!” Your daughter not so subtly announces her presence from the foyer. She kicks off her shoes, hangs her backpack on the designated wall hook, and then rushes to the kitchen upon catching a brief glimpse of your shirt.

“It’s alright, these mistakes happen.” You hang up the call and turn around to find Jia only steps away, a big goofy grin on her face. Infectious, you break out into a smile yourself and swoop her up.

“Hey honey, I missed you so much!” You kiss the side of your daughter’s head as she wraps her small arms around your neck. “You look so pretty with all these ribbons in your hair! Daddy did a good job, didn’t he?”

Being that you were called into work earlier than usual this morning, Yoongi was the one who got Jia dressed and ready for daycare. You’re delightfully surprised by the results.

“Mmhm,” Jia nods, twirling a couple of strands of hair between her thumb and forefinger. “But Daddy pulls too much!”

“Maybe if someone had listened and stopped fussing when I told her, I wouldn’t have accidentally yanked on her hair when I was reaching for her favorite Hello Kitty scrunchie.” Yoongi joins you both in the kitchen, walking over to press a quick peck on your lips while tenderly caressing the small of your back. The gesture soothes you of your earlier frustrations. “Who was that on the phone? Cable company?”

“Yeah, they canceled the charge. Wrong account.” As you reiterate the entire mix-up, your eyes wander all over your husband. He’s especially handsome tonight, given his perfectly tousled black hair and navy blue blazer flowing over his body. It’s tastefully oversized with a clean, white top paired underneath. You, on the other hand, are sporting a raggedy old t-shirt and stained sweatpants.

There was a time when you used to put a shit ton more effort into your appearance. It was before you got pregnant with Jia, back when you and Yoongi were going out on weekly dates. Neither of you has that kind of time anymore, or energy for that matter. You didn’t believe the other moms when they told you the romance takes a nose dive after you have your first kid. Yet here you are, proven wrong again.

Being parents to a beautiful baby girl is likely the most rewarding feeling in the world for you and Yoongi. You don’t remember the last time the two of you got real quality alone time though. And sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs more on you with each passing day to be honest. Sure, you’re not the same person you used to be eight years ago, but shouldn’t you and Yoongi still make time for at least a little intimacy?

“How was picking up Jia by the way?” You look at Yoongi who merely shrugs nonchalantly in response.

“It was fine. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Yoong gives you another peck before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. “I’m gonna go get changed. Why don’t you show Mommy the drawing you did Jia?”

“A drawing?” You shift your attention to your daughter whose eyes sparkle like diamonds upon mention. “We should put it up on the fridge then. Let’s take a look hmm?”

“It’s in my backpack! My new friend and I were drawing together. Her name is Mi-Sun.” Jia continues telling you all about her friend Mi-Sun as you make your way to the front door where her backpack hangs. You’re fully engaged until the very end. “Daddy made a new friend too!” she joyously claps her hands together, not realizing the depth of her remark.

“Oh, who’s Daddy’s new friend honey?” You ask, staying as calm as possible.

“Ms. Cho! They were talking for a really long time today.”

Ms. Cho? You think back to all the moms you’ve met at daycare. Somehow you can’t recall ever hearing or meeting a Ms. Cho. She must be a single mom, you deduce. Was she new? What did she look like? And why didn’t Yoongi mention her when you asked?

This has to be nothing but a little small talk, an acquaintance at most. Besides, the moms at Jia’s daycare are quite a chatty bunch and Yoongi wouldn’t dare overstep any boundaries.

“Do you know what they were talking about?” You don’t enjoy asking your child for details about your husband, yet you can’t seem to help it this time.

“I dunno,” she shrugs her shoulders. "Daddy was laughing a lot."

Suddenly, the self-assurance you gave yourself earlier slips away; seemingly useless given the queasy feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

For the remainder of the night, you purposely dodge every attempt your husband makes to kiss, touch, and hold you. You’ve even begun responding to his questions in one-word answers and at times, with nothing at all.

Yes, you’re being petty; more than usual. The silent treatment frustrates Yoongi to no end and it isn’t very mature of you, but neither is refusing to tell your wife that some single mom was flirting with you in front of your kid! Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe it all sums up to a harmless conversation, but it’s not like you know either way with Yoongi being as reserved as he is. It brings you back to your early dating days when he wouldn’t think to tell you about various aspects of his day; who he ate breakfast with that morning or the one classmate of his that wouldn’t leave him alone for two semesters.

Truth be told, you're simply hoping that your husband will bring up the topic first, without having to be the classic nagging wife. You’re a jealous person by nature so it’s not a simple task. Even now as you fold the first batch of laundry on your shared bed, him on the other side doing the same, you struggle to keep from blurting everything out.

“So,” Yoongi fluffs up a clean pillowcase before sliding it onto one of the bed pillows. “How was work?”

What a basic question, you grumble internally. Is that all he’s got? “Was okay,” you reply. “The usual.”

“You must be tired from the day. Did you get to lie down at all?” Yoongi picks up another pillowcase, repeating the process as before. When he glances your way, it’s clear something’s on your mind. You’ve started pairing Jia’s socks far more aggressively than normal and you’re holding back your responses. “Did you hear me, doll? Or am I going deaf here?” The sarcastic chuckle distracts you from your task, forcing your attention.

You’re about to respond when your eyes briefly flicker down to his hands, his left one in particular. Where's his wedding ring? Yoongi always wears it no matter what. The same sick feeling from before returns tenfold. No wonder that Ms. Cho was all over him–she must have thought he was single.

“No, I didn’t get to lie down Yoongi. I worked all day, came home and made dinner, called the cable guy to get that stupid bill figured out, and now I’m doing the second load of laundry. I’m really just not in the mood to chat.” It comes out a blur as you snatch the empty laundry basket and head for your washer and dryer, your eyes welling up with tears.

“__, wait.” Yoongi tosses the last pillow near the headboard and stops you in your tracks, his hand firmly gripping one end of the laundry basket. The intensity of his stare softens as he speaks. “I'm sorry if it seems like I'm forcing you to talk. I know you've been losing a lot of sleep recently between work, Jia, and upkeeping the house. We just don't get a lot of time to see each other anymore and I miss you…I miss talking to you."

With every ounce of self-control remaining, you hold back any tears that risk spilling out. You don't know why you're acting like this, why you're crying over something that seems so small and insignificant to the rest of the world. Yoongi loves you. He's said it a million times and proven it to you over and over again, for eight years now. He wouldn’t cheat on you, yet you still get so worked up about the idea that someone could take him away from you. Someone half your age, more attractive, or hell even the opposite sex if it means fewer dark circles under their eyes.

"Why- why aren't you wearing your ring?" Your naturally confident voice dwindles to the whisper of a mouse. It's completely out of character, nevertheless, here you are.

"I..." Your husband's voice wavers. His gaze flickers to his left hand, where his ring should be, but isn't. "Shit...I took it off in the shower this morning," he confesses, frustrated by his forgetfulness. "I was in such a rush to get Jia to daycare, and me to work, that it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry—I fully intended to put it back on." He pauses, then perks up. "It's still in the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?"

You watch as he makes a beeline for the master bathroom, eager to rectify the situation as soon as possible. You should have kept silent what you say next, but you don't.

"No wonder the moms at Jia's daycare were so drawn to you."

"What?" Yoongi stops in his tracks. The dumbfounded expression on his face tells you that you've caught him off guard again.

"Jia told me about someone named Ms. Cho," you reluctantly continue. "The two of you were laughing and talking and–"

"Baby, don't worry about that." Seizing his chance, your husband walks back over to you and sneakily pulls the laundry basket from under your arm. He sets it on the ground after, then reaches to take your hand in his, but stubbornly you cross your arms.

"Her name's Sandra," he starts explaining. "She's a new mom at the daycare and she didn't know anyone, so she started talking to me. I got the sense she was a little overly friendly but it was all small talk, nothing more."

Still largely unsatisfied, you remain unmoved. "If it wasn't a big deal then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because nothing serious happened. The majority of the conversation was her venting about her ex-husband and me wishing you were right there next to me. Please believe me. All I could think about was finally being able to come home to you after a long week with Jia in our arms."

"Really?" Well, now you're feeling guilty for avoiding him in nearly every way tonight. Guilty for believing such wild assumptions that he'd leave you for someone else over one measly conversation. Guilty for letting yourself get so worked up over a situation you, quite frankly, knew few details about.

"I mean it doll." This time, when he reaches out to grasp your wrist, he succeeds. He intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you to the edge of your bed, gently pulling you down to sit on his lap. "Do you really think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you? Or think about you the way I have for the last eight-plus years we've been married and known each other?"

You hesitate your answer, averting his eye contact. "I know but…"

"No, don't finish that. Look at me," he intercepts. "You and our daughter are the only women on my mind–24/7. I can't get either of you out of my head and I don't want to. I'm so sorry I forgot to put my wedding band back on this morning, and again tonight. I feel awful about it and I'll be more careful from now on. And another thing, when Sandra and I were talking I mentioned you multiple times. So, it's clear to her that I'm a happily married man."

The last bit of information manages to perk your ears. "You talked about me?" Your eyes widen as you finally shift your full attention to him. Yoongi eyes widen with you, amused by your sudden change of heart to look at him.

"I said my wife is an amazing mother, works too hard for her own good, and needed to rest today. Give or take a few words."

That's all? You huff to yourself. Would it been nice if your husband also thrown in that you were beautiful or stunning in that mix of compliments? Yes, yes it would have–again, you're pettiness clouds your better judgment. You're not as pissed off as before, but rather semi-irritated.

"Okay…well I guess it's fine then. I'm sorry for being short with you earlier. I shouldn't have made those rash conclusions about the ring and that woman from the daycare. It wasn't reasonable of me." You get up from his lap, yet Yoongi isn't entirely convinced that you're okay.

"There's still something you're not telling me. I can tell."

"No, there's nothing else." You waive him off, placing your hand on your bedroom doorknob "You told her you had a wife so it's fine. I need to switch the second load of laundry.”

"Come on, doll. Let's not leave things unsaid now."

Sighing at his plead, you find yourself giving into all your repressed thoughts and emotions. It swallows you up, like a tidal wave you can't stop. "Look at me Yoon. I'm sweaty, I have dark circles under my eyes, stretch marks, love handles, my hair's a mess, and all I wear are old sweats covered in stains. I'm nothing like I used to be! No wonder we aren't intimate anymore."

Yoongi rises from the bed at once, offended by the sudden digression. "Is that what this is all about? It’s not even about that single mom from daycare is it?" The truth of the matter sinks in as he speaks.

"I guess maybe so…though I'm still annoyed about that too." Great, you're back to square one again.

"Come with me, I need to show you something." Your husband gestures you to follow him, which you slowly concede to.

"What are you doing Yoon?" You both walk into the master bathroom, stopping in front of the large mirror above the sink.

"I'm showing you the woman I'm in love with and have been in love with for nearly eight years now. Sweats and all." Yoongi makes you face the mirror directly, hands around your shoulders. You have trouble stomaching the sight.

"Yoongi please, I can't. The laundry ringing off." You avoid looking into the mirror and make a move to leave the bathroom.

"Just stay with me a minute, please?" Your husband refuses to loosen his hold on you, turning your body so you're looking eye to eye. "No, you're not the same person as you were and neither am I. We're parents to a beautiful daughter now, who we love and adore. We're also overtired 90% of the time, juggling a million things at once. But there's one thing you can count on to always stay the same–my loyalty to you. I'll always be in love with you __, no matter what age you are or however way you look. There's nothing you can do to change that, so why fight it?"

Dammit. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you take in his heart-melting speech. It's not his words alone, it's the sincerity behind them. How he's repeated similar countless times before throughout your entire relationship.

"I love you, Yoon..." you choke out the words, composure fleeting.

"I love you so much, doll." He wipes the wetness of your tear with his thumb. "As far as us not being as intimate anymore, that's my fault. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't desire you every day. Why don't we send the kid to my parents this weekend and let me start making things right hmm?"

"I don't know if we can this weekend. Jia has a playdate on Saturday."

"So, I'll ask Mom to take her. She'll be happy to, trust me. We can finally watch that movie you've been dying to show me since what? December?"

"You're serious?" Your eyes light up at the mention of what is essentially a movie date. The show Yoongi's referring to is one you've been craving to see for months, yet neither of you has found the time to watch. "I've been talking about it for so long, Yoon."

"I know you have, it's why I suggested it. I've been wanting to watch it too with all the trailers you keep sending me. Plus, I'll be able to keep my beautiful wife in my arms for over two hours. That's a lot for us, especially with you being such a busy bee. I can never get you to light in one place! What's up with that, huh?"

Feeling your natural self re-emerging, you throw a playful swat to his arm and scowl at his teasing comment. "You're one to talk! You're basically a workaholic! Besides, you knew who you were marrying when you met me."

Yoongi chuckles and brings both hands to cup your cheeks, squishing them slightly. "A cutie who reads 800-page novels at a basketball game?"

"Stop babying me!" You pull his hands off your cheeks and rub them, trying to regain some composure. "I don't regret my choices, I like books. It's why I'm such a boss at work!"

"Okay, boss," he laughs. "What about what I suggested before then? I can call Mom tomorrow and ask her if she could watch Jia for the day. She'll take her to her playdate, then they can spend the rest of the day together."

It does sound nice, having the whole day with your husband.

"Okay," you agree. "Let's try."

"Good." Yoongi slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you flush against his chest. "How about we seal it with a kiss now?" You nod and he leans his head down, pressing an amazing, tender kiss to your lips. It makes you both giddy on queue.

"Read one more story, Daddy!" Jia leaps off her small, twin bed and bounds for her bookshelf. She lets out a series of giggles when a large pair of hands catch her, lifting her high into the air.

"I already read you three books kid," Yoongi says, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Bedtime." He then tucks her into her fluffy comforter, plugs in her teddy bear nightlight, and closes her bedroom door.

The next second, Jia comes running out of her room, latching onto his right leg. "I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna play!" Figures she'd be hyper at this hour.

Yoongi sighs and picks her up. "Daddy told you to go to sleep, it's not playtime. You'll have lots of time for that tomorrow when you get to see your friend." He then carries her into her room, yet she fusses in his arms; thumping her tiny fists into his chest.

"No, no, no, Daddy. I want to play!"

Sighing, Yoongi looks at his child with sharp eyes. "Jia–"

"Hey," you interrupt, entering your daughter's bedroom upon hearing the commotion down the hall. "What's going on?"

"Kid doesn't want to go to bed."

You give an empathetic look and saunter over to the pair, gently taking Jia into your arms. Yoongi places his hands on his hips as he watches you reason with your daughter.

"Jia, you know tomorrow's a big day right? You and Sana are going to go to the playground together." The child nods. "You don't want to be tired when you're playing do you?"

"No..." She shakes her head. "I want to be awake!"

"Then you need to listen to Daddy and go to sleep. That way you'll be full of energy tomorrow when you and Sana go on the swings or slide down all the big slides." You smile as Jia starts rubbing her drowsy eyes, yawning in the process.

"But I...okay," she slowly concedes, eyes fluttering shut as she gives into her sleepy state. Unsurprising to you and Yoongi, she was tired all along. But like most kids, hated going to bed.

"See?" You lay Jia in her bed and pull the covers up near her chin, giving her a light kiss on the side of her head. Yoongi bends down and does the same after you. "You just gotta talk to her a little, she'll typically fall asleep on her own."

"But I read her three of her favorite books." Yoongi shuts off the overhead light, along with the door to Jia's room, and follows you to your bedroom.

"That's different Yoon," you argue back. "Books excite her."

"She takes after you that way then." Yoongi pulls his t-shirt off, leaving him bare-chested, and climbs onto his side of the bed. You join him shortly after with your head resting on his chest and an arm thrown around his waist.

"I'm so exhausted," you yawn.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'm right here." Your husband places a hand over your wrapped arm, sending you off into a deep slumber.

Well this is just ironic. Almost 2 A.M. and you're wide awake.

What initially started as a nice, relaxing dream quickly turned into a terrible nightmare. In the dream, you woke up alone. Yoongi was gone. Jia was gone too. You can't exactly make sense of it, except for a vague memory of Jia calling another woman 'Mom'. You couldn't see her face very well, so it could've been anyone. You couldn't speak either, so even when you tried approaching the three, they couldn't hear you. You've had nightmares plenty of times, but this one is new. It's a clear projection of all the underlying concerns upheaved from earlier; insecurities, abandonment, loss, and it has you unsettled.

You glance over to your husband's side of the bed. He's fast asleep, no longer cuddling you due to you both flip-flopping in your sleep. You decide to slide closer to him, needing to watch him for a while. It might sound weird, but you love watching him sleep. He's so handsome and you feel a great deal of comfort doing so. Maybe if he was awake, you'd tell him about what you dreamt. Then again...maybe not.

"I love you Yoon," you whisper as quietly as you can, tracing his every facial feature with your eyes.

"'m, I love you too."

Is he-was he awake? As if caught red-handed, you quickly flit your face away in favor of the blank ceiling above. You weren't expecting him to answer at all, and in such a hoarse voice too. You're a little turned on by it to be honest.

"Can't sleep?" he speaks up again, eyes still closed.

"No, I''ll be okay though. You can go back to sleep. Don't worry."

He grunts, a tad unhappy with your dismissal of him. "Do you want to talk about it? Your dream?"

You whip your head in his direction. "How–" You pause, seeing his eyes blink open.

"I didn't meet you just yesterday, doll. I know they keep you up. Just know, I'm always here okay? Always." He reaches for you with delicate fingers as he continues. "Now, come here. Seems we got separated in our sleep."

You accept the offer and cuddle into him again. This time your noses nearly touch and his arm wraps around your lower waist. You feel the growing urge to kiss him, wanting to forget your nightmare entirely. But perhaps silly, you ask permission first, seeing as he's close to drifting off again.

"Yoon?"

"Mm."

"Can we kiss?" Your cheeks flush a little at the request. Why are you acting like this? You've been married for years.

"Sure, 'm tired but I could go for a make-out right now." A small smirk graces his lips as he teases you. You give him a classic 'Yoongi!' in reply. "I'm kidding. You don't ever have to ask me that," he finishes.

"Hmm, maybe I don't want a kiss anymore." You feign stubbornness, just to see his response. And a response he gives you, more than you're prepared for.

"You're ridiculous," he grumbles, capturing your lips in one fell swoop. He moves his lips against yours as the hand on your waist grips tighter. The tiniest of moans escapes your lips.

You attempt to break the kiss first, thinking it will only last for a few seconds. Yet Yoongi slips a hand behind your neck to bring you into another kiss. One that's deeper than the last. You feel your breath being taken away little by little, especially when his tongue licks into your mouth. God, you haven't kissed like this in an eternity. A wetness soon gathers between your thighs.

"'m, Yoon," you gasp when his cool fingers sneakily make their way under your shirt, tickling your bare skin. They travel the expanse of your waist, stomach, and up along your back. "So cold."

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and retracts his fingers. He then lazily moves his body until his chest hovers over your own, rolling you on your back in the process. He's a bit of a blur due to the dimness of the room, yet you can see the whites of his eyes a bit better than before.

"Help me warm them then," he says, folding his hands on top of yours from where they rest on your stomach. "You're really burning up, doll."

His observation is right. Ever since you woke up, you're body's been hotter than normal. The stress is clear and it's only increasing due to the unexpected turn of tonight's events; your husband seemingly wanting to make love to you in the middle of the night.

"So I am," you reply, staring straight into his eyes. "Must be because of all the sudden surprises today. My body's finally responding to it all."

Yoongi nods, following your implication. "Well let's do something to calm it down, shall we?" He waits for your final go before making any abrupt movements.

"But...you haven't seen me–"

"Naked in a while?" he predicts your next words, unfazed. "I've seen it all, each time better than the last because I love you. You're beautiful to me, no matter what. Let me love you __. I've missed you. I've missed us."

"Okay...please," you sigh, desperately needing his touch. "It's been so long since we've been this close."

Neither of you has it in you to delay another second as you dive into another fiery kiss, your hands wandering up and down each other's bodies. You love his hair the most, so you run your fingers through it repeatedly. Your husband's soft grunts remind you that it's as pleasurable for him as it is for you, and as if to counter, he latches his lips to the curve of your neck.

"Yoon," you moan, shivering at the feeling of being peppered in open-mouth kisses. Your eyes automatically roll up as well.

Yoongi nips at your jaw next, featherlike, yet deadly to you nevertheless. He doesn't allow himself to linger more than a second, though, preferring to keep you on your toes. So with careful fingers, he begins lifting the bottom of your shirt.

"Can I?"

You hum in approval and lean forward for him to remove it.

With your nipples now exposed to the brisk air, stiffening due to arousal, Yoongi brings both his hands up to caress your boobs. He's incredibly gentle, telling you how beautiful you are once again until his thumbs start circling your peaked nipples. A rush of sensation shoots up your spine as he rolls them harder, flicking them once in a while.

"Fuck," you swear.

"Feeling good?"

All you do is nod fervently in response, which Yoongi takes as his signal to lower his head to your chest. He squeezes both breasts in his hand before wrapping his mouth around a nipple, licking and sucking relentlessly. He repeats the same to the other.

"Yoongi, I need you. Please." You're core tightens, thighs struggling not to rub together, as you plead with your husband to relieve you. You are so wet and getting wetter.

"I'm here, doll, I got you. Fingers first hm?"

He pushes part of the comforter towards the foot of the bed, then gestures for you to raise your butt. Any shred of mystery of how worked up he's gotten you slip away as he pulls your underwear and pants down your legs. They both get tossed on the floor, per usual.

Bare pussy exposed, Yoongi guides your legs further apart and brings a hand down to your entrance. One of his long, slender fingers traces up your folds so smoothly that you buck your hips upon the touch. He smiles lightly at the subtle response, pleased that you're finally enjoying yourself; too often you put your needs last. His finger slowly sinks into your well-lubricated pussy, velvety walls clenching around it.

"Oh, g-god," you give a shaky moan as his finger pumps and curls in you, stimulating your g-spot. "Need you now, Yoon, so bad."

"Mm not yet, we need to stretch you out. You haven't taken me for a good three or four weeks," he smirks at your eagerness, sliding a second finger next to the first. "This pussy is drenched but not enough. I need you to come. Can you do that for me?"

Fast, quick movements follow suit as your husband works you up to an orgasm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, you chant in near whines. Your pussy is spasming around him, walls tightening with each push and pull. You know when he draws his hand out that it's covered with your come. Messy, sex is messy and both of you are too far gone to care; the pleasure sweeping over you.

Finally, in what feels like an endless tease, you have your first orgasm of the night. You feel your body relaxing into the mattress again, yet your breath remains short. Yoongi, on the other hand, groans seeing your release dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. For a split second, there's a slight darkening in his eyes while he takes in your post-orgasmic form. The two fingers that had been inside you are sensually brought to his lips, slipping between the seam before being cleaned off.

You're taken aback by the action, though you've witnessed it before. Something about watching your husband willingly follow through with a gesture so lewd makes your head spin–you want him to fuck you right this instant. He must share the same feeling because you don't even need to sound the words due to his hands already making quick work of his pants.

"You drive me mad, you know that? Can never get a break with how sweet you taste. Your lips, your come. All of it makes me go mad." His full length comes in view, hard and tip leaking with pre-cum. You try not to let yourself stare at the thickness but hell, you must've forgotten the extent of your husband's size. You don't remember it being this big before.

"Well," you gulp. "You're not making it easy on me either, looking like this."

Yoongi climbs over to you again, settling into a straddled position, and looks deep into your eyes. "Who's fault do you think that is?"

"It's your fault." You bend your legs and wrap them around his mid-section. You can feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance. The anticipation is beyond grueling.

"No," he says, aligning himself up to your weeping hole. "it's yours." He then thrusts his hips forward, his length sinking into you so perfectly it has you completely satisfied.

"Y-Yours," you whimper out, unable to form a steady sentence.

"Fine." He picks up his pace. "Let's just agree we both fuck each other up on a daily---ah fuck!" Yoongi growls and gives you a suspicious look when he feels your pussy suddenly clench around his length.

"I didn't do it on purpose this time! You're fucking me too good is all."

"Really? You're not just teasing me?"

Yoongi is slow to believe since you've purposefully clenched countless times before, simply out of playfulness. Tonight is different than those nights though because you're telling the truth–he's truly fucking you so good.

"What the hell," he concedes. "You feel so fucking fantastic, I don't even care." He continues his movements, thrusting into you with deep groans and labored breaths. His fingers grip the mattress harder with the veins in his neck bulging out.

Both your bodies move in sync as the familiar sound of skin slapping on skin echoes off the walls of your bedroom. You do your best to keep your moans low, not wanting to risk waking up your daughter.

"Yoon, fuck! I need to come, it's gonna-fuck-happen soon," you swear, pussy throbbing at the feeling of being so full after weeks of abstinence. You can tell you're reaching your high with the bundle of nerves in your core threatening to snap at any given moment.

Of course, you're wet too, extremely wet.

"I'm. Nearly. There." He barely sounds the words out, jaw clenching. "Just another minute, and we can finish together."

Your eyes, which haven't left his since he entered you, begin to glass over with tears. It's overwhelming; his love for you. No matter the doubts that tell you the opposite, you can't give in to their ugly lies. You'll continue to struggle, naturally, but you won't ever let them win. Yoongi's never once given up on you, and neither should you.

"I love you, Yoon...I love you with all my soul," you choke the words, falling apart all at once. "I'm sorry for today. How jealous and irrational I got."

"Don't apologize, doll. I shouldn't have let it go so far, our lack of intimacy and alone time. I promise we're going to make it all right okay?"

Giving you one last thrust, you both have your release at the same time. Yoongi helps ride your orgasm out by lazily continuing to grind into you. Yeah, you might need to shower and switch out the sheets after tonight, but you don't regret it one bit.

"In all seriousness baby," Yoongi speaks up, guiding your legs back on the soft mattress until you’re comfortable. "Don't feel like you have to apologize for everything. I understand your feelings and where you were coming from. I will say, the silent treatment kills me though. I'd rather you yell at me than not talk to me at all."

"It's not easy for me to raise my voice like that, Yoon." You throw your arms around his neck and sigh softly. "But I can try talking to you more, or at least tell you I need some time to process before I'm ready to have a conversation. I don't know, am I making sense?"

"Plenty of sense. I'll share more about my day with you and who I'm talking to as well. We'll also carve out time to have together. I love our daughter, but I don't see the harm in reaching out to our friends and family to babysit once in a while."

"Well, this sounds good to me," you hum.

"Me too." Yoongi smiles wide and goes in for another warm kiss. Your eyes flutter shut in unison.

This is what love feels like.

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luveline · 8 months

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hiii!! i saw that you wanted some roan & eddie & reader requests sooo,, becuase barbie is trending so muchh i was wondering if you could write reader watching roan play with her barbies and instantly taken back to her childhood and getting very emotional ??

i mean its whats happening to me being reminded how much ive grown and how much effect those dolls had on me soo yeah 😭

tysm ♡ eddie and roan

A long, creaking squeal sounds from Roan when you come home. Eddie plugs his ears, knowing exactly what it is you have in the huge plastic bag at your waist —Roan's special treats, as previously discussed, for being such a lovely girl lately.

It might be a silly thing to treat her for, but she deserves toys before any amazing behaviour, and you have the extra money to buy them. Why shouldn't she get them? You and Eddie chatted some while you were at work that morning, trying to choose what toys to get.

"I haven't bought her toys by myself since we first met, what if I pick something crappy?" you'd worried.

Eddie gave it a little bit of thought, hand twined in the curling wire of the telephone, slouched as he usually does against the back wall of the shop. "Hey, she hasn't had any new dolls since Christmas. They'd go over nicely. Or she always likes a new dress. I'm sure you'll find something when you're there. You can get me something fun at the same time if you want."

You'd laughed at his joke and, if the light in your eyes now is anything to go off of, managed to find some presents you're happy with.

"Naddy's Toy Emporium!?" Roan shouts, rocketing off of the couch where she'd been standing waiting for you.

You've a nightly routine, hugging her when you come home like your life depends on it, but clearly Roan has decided the hug can wait. For once, Eddie's finished dinner before you're return, so he has a good seat on the couch to watch everything unfold.

You let her grab the bag's sides but lift it a touch when she tries to take it. "Hey, they're for you, I promise, but let's come inside and put them on the table!"

Roan squeals and knocks into Eddie's knees. He sits up and grabs her gently by the waist, hoisting her onto his lap. You sit on the couch cushion trampled flat by Roan's feet, pulling the play table where she likes to eat her snacks closer.

"Are you doing the speech?" you ask Eddie, putting down the bag.

He grins. "Ro," he begins, turning skewiff, her back to the couch to allow you both a great view of her face, "you've been a really good girl, lately. Do you know that? You've been eating all your dinner, no tantrums before school, and now you're even starting to help clean up around the house. So me and Y/N just want you to know how proud we are and how awesome we think you are."

"And we think all this awesome deserves some presents because we love you," you say. "Do you want the smallest or the biggest one first?"

There's lots of nice presents. You've stayed within the confines of the agreed budget, which is a feat for you (as you love to spoil her). There's five new barbies, one of which comes with a car, and the other a puppy dog. They have clothes, accessories, and an abundance of plastic he needs to cut away with scissors. His hand is welted red by the time he's through.

You also bought her a glittery lip gloss to replace the one she lost a few weeks ago. The proof of it sparkles on your cheek and Eddie's, twin thank yous.

You go quiet as Roan retreats to her satin princess tent, driving the pink corvette back and forth as she makes the barbies talk to one another.

"You okay?" he asks. You'd been wearing this huge smile for the last twenty minutes and now it's gone, he hates it. "I've been thinking maybe you deserve something nice, too."

You smile weakly. Okay, so you're not wanting anything.

"Dinner should be ready soon."

"Thanks, Eddie."

He gives up. He's about as subtle as a feather boa and you love him that way, drifting down toward your arm, his face smashing into your shoulder. "What's wrong?"

You put your head atop his. "Well, I'm just thinking."

"I may not look like it, but I think too, occasionally. Share with me."

You push his arm until he sits up and sinks down into his side instead. Eddie supposes you're allowed, even if usually he'd call it sexist or selfish. "I had a lot of fun picking those out today, and I kept thinking about the look on her face…"

Eddie hums to show he's listening. Kisses the top of your head 'cos he can. "Yeah?"

"I just remembered being her age. Do you remember wanting something really badly? There was something so nice about getting to grab a kart and– and to just stand there debating which ones to get."

Eddie toys with your pinky finger. "That's not everything, is it?"

Your smile presses against his arm, a deep emotion in your voice that's hard to pin. "Watching her makes me remember. Being a kid, playing make believe. I'll never be that young ever again, and there's no way to go back. But I," —you take in a steadying breath— "don't mind. I love seeing her so happy."

He intertwines your fingers between his, shorter and a little bit softer than his. He soaks in your presence for a moment, the smell of you, your tiny sounds, the secret you've shared with him. You're a mixture of sad and happy. He's not sure which one overpowers which, only that they're hitting you hard.

"There's lots of cool shit that comes with being a parent. You know the best one?" he asks you, raising his eyebrows at you with a fondness lining his lips.

"No?"

"You can play games without anyone judging you. I know it's not the same as being a kid again, but it's close."

"Yeah?" you ask, sitting up. "You'll come play too, right?"

Eddie casts his gaze to his daughter where she chit chats on the floor. "Hey, Roanie? Can we come play with you?"

Roan is almost as pleased as when she first laid eyes on her treasure trove of dolls.

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flowershines · 4 months

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Talking Body

Enemy Heeseung x F. Reader

Summary: Character and reader do a body swap (Enemies to lovers)

Warnings: smut, mentions abortion, not getting along, Fuckboy Heeseung, unprotected sex, alcohol, being at a party, hangover, switching bodies, (really complicated/ confusing)

One foot after another you had walked into an unfamiliar building heading towards the office only to be facing a lady who had circled glasses, as she sat at her desk turning her head towards you from the noise of sudden footsteps. Her face was stern “You the new student?” you nodded at her question being nervous to talk to her from her expression that displayed along her face, “Y/n?” you nodded once more as she lowered her glasses just to reach the tip of her nose “Okay Y/n, follow me.” she told you standing up from her chair and starting to exit the office and headed down a big hallway which was filled with classrooms. She looked at the paper in her hand then opened the door “Stay here.” she walked into the unknown classroom bringing the teacher back with her to where you were standing, “You must be Y/n.” he held out his hand and waited for yours. Reaching out your hand and proceeding to shake his you nodded in response to his question, “Perfect, well it’s lovely to meet you Y/n i’m Mr. Smith and right now we are just talking about the upcoming projects. I don’t expect you to do it but you should start to get an understanding on the topic.” you nodded, while the lady from the desk told him. “Well Mr. Smith, Y/n is in more advanced classes than this so she might already have an idea on what you guys are learning.”

She turned to you with a smile on her face as she was bragging about your ability to comprehend more advanced things, meanwhile Mr. Smith looked at you with an impressed and joyful expression on his face. “That’s amazing, so I will just go over a few things with you to make sure that you know the topic well enough and if you do you can work on the project this semester.” Smiling back at him, “Okay, thank you.” The office lady walked away with a smile on her face as just a second before she wished you ‘the best of luck’, Mr. Smith walked into the classroom with you as the class behind you was very talkative even the large group of boys in the back with some girls that stood around them. He brought you over to the desk as he went over the final touches of the topic, answering all of his questions right he told you that you could work on the semester project if you want to but you wouldn’t have to if you don’t think you are ready. “Okay, I will assign the partners for the project, as of right now you can sit anywhere.” Turning around you started walking to the empty seats as someone from the top of the stairs coming down as you sat down in the empty chair you placed your bag down on the ground and placing your phone in your packet you hear shuffling next to you, facing the thing that was shuffling, you were met face to face with a guy who had one of the prettiest faces you have ever seen. “Hi I'm Sunoo and you are?” He asked, leaning towards you waiting for your answer, “Y/n.” sitting back into the chair next to you he turned the chair towards you to show his interest. “It’s so nice to meet-”

In the middle of his sentence he was interrupted as someone had sat down on the other side of you, “Ignore him, I’m Yunjin. Your name is Y/n, right? It’s such a pretty name.” she tells you with a cheerful expression rising on her face. “Well anyways as I was about to say, what are you majoring in?” He said, rolling his eyes towards the girl, “I’m majoring in Art and Agriculture, I can't really pick between the two because I like them both so I am going to go through this year and then pick just one.” “Oh you don’t have to worry about us judging you on not having just one major. I am taking two as well and was about to do three.” Yunjin stated as Sunoo laughed at her as he rocked back and forth in the chair, “Haha I know so funny, Sunoo.” The man sitting next to you continued to laugh as he brought his hand up over his mouth, continuing to laugh more.

“Okay everyone get into your seats.” Mr. Smith told everyone as shuffling around you was heard meanwhile Sunoo and Yunjin stayed in their seats next to you, “As you all know we are going to be starting our semester projects, I will give you all time to work on them in class for the semester but you guys might want to work on them outside of school as well.” Sunoo leaned in closer towards your ear and whispered, “I hope we get partnered up.” turning to him with a smile on your face and giving him a soft nod in agreement. “I will be assigning the partners just momentarily after I give the directions.”

Proceeding with talking about the project and why the project in that class was important to not just that class but to help out our futures too. “Okay now onto the partners. Karina and Julie, Beomgyu and Yunjin, Lia and Chaewon, Sunoo and Niki, Y/n and Heeseung, Yeji and Wonyoung…” The list went on and on but as the list went on, both Sunoo and Yunjin were giving you a weird face so that's when you whispered to them, “What?” They both still maintained the look on their faces. “It’s Heeseung.” “Okay, I don’t know who that is.” Sunoo turned around, poking you to turn around as well. As you were faced with a class filled with people, he pointed his finger to the crowded area and pointed to the guy who was talking to almost everyone. “Him, he’s an ass-” “Oh and not to mention his bitchy posse as well.” Sunoo looked at Yunjin with open eyes, “Right, you see that group of girls around him?” you nodded “They hate it when anybody but them is around him, so good luck.” huffing out your cheeks you think that on your first day of course this would happen. Which made you overthink the whole situation by wondering if your reputation is going to be bad from the girls, why are those girls so bad, why is he surrounded by girls…

What's so good about him?

Question after question it would repeat in your mind, while thinking about those possibilities your focus was pulled away as your teacher had been talking about you, “Heeseung and Y/n, do you mind coming to the front of the class so that way we can go over a couple of things?” getting up from your seat and walking towards Mr. Smith’s desk you were met walking side by side with the man who was previously sitting in the top corner of your class. Arriving at his desk the teacher had told Heeseung to introduce himself, “I’m Heeseung, I major in Agriculture and you?” “Y/n, I am majoring in Agriculture as well and Art.” he nodded his head as you turned back to facing the teacher. A girl had come down the stairs and placed herself right next to Heeseung as she rested her head on his arm. “Okay, so you both know the topic right?” The both of you nodded your heads in response to his question “Perfect, you will need your computers and Heeseung can tell you the rest, Y/n.”

“Hee please tell me that she is not coming with us.” The girl asked looking up at him, “She doesn't have to, I can move down there to where she sits if it’s such a big deal.” she huffed out and whined to him, “But what about me?” he looked at her “Don’t you have a partner.” she nodded slowly while he walked up stairs you followed as you felt your hair being pulled harshly she stepped in front of you. “He is mine, you hear me? Mine.” You nodded your head as she pulled your hair back further making you trip from walking backwards then falling to the ground, as you sat on the ground for the second after you fell Yunjin came up to you with a hand in your face. Grabbing her hand she helped you get up. “Just try to ignore her. She tries to live out her fantasies with him and she’s a real pain in everybody’s ass.” Nodding your head towards her, both of you started to walk to your seat, you looked up to see Heeseung waving his hand in a ‘come here’ motion as he cleared off the seat next to him. You stood up and followed to where he was sitting with your computer in hand, reaching his seat whispers and giggles were heard from the girls sitting around the group along with stares from both the girls and guys which made you extremely uncomfortable but you tried to make it seem like it didn’t bother you even though it did. “Everybody go sit next to your partners and start working.” Everybody stood up and started moving as one girl came up to Heeseung and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered to him ‘Bye Hee don’t miss me too much.’ then walking away as he didn’t even give her a glance, you could tell that he was the heartthrob of the school already and this is just your first class. Placing your computer from your lap to now being placed on the desk table in front of you, “You know what the topic is about right?” you nodded in response as you opened your computer and pulled up the assignment “You're not that much of a talker are you.” you just ignored his question and continued reading. He just shook his head as he also read the assignment, “Okay so we have to make a poster about it, do a slideshow and an essay. No wonder we need the whole semester to do it.” “That’s just part one.” You quietly told him, he turned to you with wide eyes, “What?” you pointed to your computer scrolling down which made him sigh in defeat. “I guess we are going to be spending a lot of time together then, huh?” you could feel a large number of eyes on you as you looked up you were right, some of those eyes would look away as they laughed or theirself others just whispered to each other also laughing from god knows what. You zipped up your sweatshirt feeling self conscious about yourself, you never will understand how these girls say that they are a ‘girls girl’ around people like him but then giving those girls that aren’t them a weird look when they are near a guy. Returning your focus onto the work in front of you, scrolling through and starting to work on your point of view on the topic as you started to Heeseung has put his hand in front of your hands that were typing “What are you doing?” turning your attention to him you explained “Writing my point of view, you know like how we are supposed to.” he looked into your eyes as he poked his tongue to the middle of his cheek then biting the inside of that same cheek, “We aren’t against it.” “What are you talking about this topic in particular is saying ‘how abortion should not be legal in states’, so your saying your against abortion?” he rolled his eyes ``Yeah, aren't you?” “Coming from a woman's point of view, no. It’s that woman’s choice to choose.” looking at him shocked at his opinion. “Why don’t you work on the other topics? I can just work on this one.” “Should we just put your name on the entire project then cause i'm not putting my name on something that isn’t my honest opinion.” he said turning back to his computer. “Write your own then and we could put both of our opinions on the paper. I don't think it matters that much.” rolling his eyes he turned to you and said,

“It’s a partner project, we have to share the same opinion.” “Well we don't, I don't know what you want me to tell you.” You told him as you continued to type your thoughts on the topic “But-” “Just work on the other topics we can come back to later.” you suggested as you rolled your eyes exiting out of the website where you were getting your information on and moving onto the next one. Huffing out air you turned to the next topic and once again he had the opposite opinion than you did, which eventually turned into another argument while Heesung’s voice rose louder and louder making your eyes start to water from the sudden tone. Standing up you walked down to the teacher, “Mr. Smith I don’t think I can work with Heesung. Is there any way I can change partners?” He turned his chair to you and told you, “Y/n I chose these partners for a reason. I'm hoping you can figure out why soon enough.” turning his chair back around to face his work you walked back upstairs as you gained many eyes on you even as you sat down one girl in particular was staring at you hard with jealousy in her eyes, not in the mood and wanting to change your seat anyways you suddenly got a hint of brattiness and showed her a nasty expression which portrayed not only on your face but through you energy as well.

Which made Heeseung’s gaze turn towards you, “Don’t look at my friend that way.” you turned to him “Then get your friend in check because i’m not planning on putting up with a bunch of petty little bitches attitudes.” he opened his mouth about to say something but then shut it and pulled his attention back onto the assignment. “What did you go and ask?” keeping his attention on his computer “If i could switch partners.” “You know this isn’t a good impression of you since it is your first day here.” “Well honestly the only person's opinion I care about is mine and some other people besides that I don't care.” “Mine?” “Oh 100% not yours.” “Good.” you brought your upper lip closer to your nose giving him a disgusted look. “Why did you ask to switch partners?” “Why do you care?” “I don’t.” he said sternly “Okay then move on.” Just then the bell had rung which meant that you could go home as you only had that class for today, starting to shut your computer down and standing up you were met face to face with the girl that gave you the glare. “Ever look at me like that again and you’ll regret it.” “Oh I'm so scared.” You said in a sarcastic way, she shoved passed you and jumped into Heeseungs arms, you thought to yourself ‘what is wrong with girls in this school’ as they drooled over a man that wasn’t even kind, or caring, nothing.

Walking out from the class and to the next, you walked into the room that was filled with multiple unfamiliar faces and multiple pieces of art hung along the walls as sculptures filled the empty areas around the room. Pulling you aside the teacher gave you a run down of the assignment that the students had been working on, she had told you that she wasn’t going to have you start the project since the sculptures were almost done. “I can go get you some clay that they are working with, you can freestyle till their sculptures are done.” You nodded to her, she walked into the closet and grabbed a good amount of clay, putting it on the empty table you walked over to the station sitting down on the stool that was placed just inches away from the table. Rolling your sleeves up past your below you look up to see a guy with dark brown, slightly curly hair draped in front of his face. He ran his pinky across the face of the sculpture making sure to turn his finger moving along to the smaller areas giving it more details under its eyes. While the other students socialized he stayed in his seat with headphones on focusing on the project in front of him, he reminded you of yourself in a way. The aura surrounding him was comforting. His lips were slightly parted. You didn’t realize how long you had been staring at him till your focus was pulled away as a piece of metal fell from someone's chair, you unfocused your eyes continuing to roll up the other sleeve kneading the clay in front of you to soften it up. Sectioning the clay into parts you started to make a small representation of an eye giving it as much detail as you could, time flew by. It felt like you had just gotten there realizing that your clay was gone as the other students were starting to pack up their things, you walked over to the sink rinsing your hands off from all the leftover clay that was on your hand. Putting the sculpted eye in the cabinet then grabbing your bag you lifted your eyes up to see the brown hair boy looking at you but as soon as your eyes met, he tried to find any other area around you being nervous to look at you now. Heading to your car your eyes met the familiar boy who was surrounded by girls in his car, his eyes looking into yours. Rolling your eyes pulling your eyes away from his trance giggles and soft screams were heard from around him, it was annoying.

As weeks went on things stayed the same, more and more girls started to give you questionable looks, you met more people who were actually nice, the boy from your art class was still too nervous to talk to you, Heeseung kept annoying you every single day giving our project almost no improvement. Finally you and him decided that later today you both would get together and work on the project, giving you both time to work on it as no progress was being made.

“Y/nie don’t be boring, it will be fun I swear.” Yunjin has been begging you for the past 3 days to go to this party with her, she really wanted to go but had no one to go with. Telling her you told her that you had to work on the project with Heeseung later today anyways so you wouldn’t be able to go, you suggested that she would go with Sunoo. “I always go with him, just tell Heeseung that you have to cancel.” “Jin I have to work on this project, he keeps being an ass not letting me share my opinion on the doc. So we finally made a day to fix it.” she turned to you “Reschedule.” turning to her about to say something she interpreted before you can say anything, “Please Y/n, it can only be for a couple of hours.” “I’ll think about it.” her face lit up with joy as she hugged you from the side. Should you go? I mean it would be nice to finally let go and not worry about working 24/7. Plus you can highly doubt that Heeseung would care if you rescheduled, just then a tap was heard from your car window pulling you out of the train of thought. It was Heeseung. Rolling down your window he told you “I won’t be able to make it today, I have to babysit.” you nodded and rolled your window back up pulling your phone out texting Yunjin that you can go. Starting up your car you headed home and started to get ready while Yunjin texted you to be ready by 8 since she was going to take you home and to the party.

The top you were wearing was a red laced corset, bralette which made your small jean skirt that had ruffles on the bottom stand out. Sure it was a bit revealing but it’s a party not just some school occasion, thinking it might be cold you learned your outfit with a cropped leather jacket. When Yunjin picked you up her mouth dropped in amazement, funny, and a bit sarcastic. “You look amazing.” you twirled for her and flipped your hair “Thank you, thank you.” you told her while getting into the passenger's side of the car. She wore a black tiny dress with tights underneath, extending your feet and you see her shoes on your side.

They were boots with small heels, “What, you know I can’t drive with heels on.” you giggled to yourself while she played her playlist which she told it ‘hyped her up’. The both of you continued to scream the lyrics to your favorite songs on the way to the party, not even being a street away could tell which house it was at. Cars were everywhere, people socialized along the street and sat on the steps. Putting the car in park you were met by seeing many familiar faces as you walked into the house, “No way, is that who I think it is?!” you heard a guy say from the couch making you turn your head towards the voice. It was Sunoo sitting next to some of your other friends along with some girls that hated you for who knows what reason, “Here.” a tall guy with dark blue hair which seemed like you recognized but ignored it till he turned around and sat next to the girl who he had just previously handed a drink to. “Y/n?” Heeseung? You knew he wasn’t busy, “Didn’t know you were the type of girl to go to a party.” he said, taking a sip of the drink in his hand as he put the opposite arm around the girl placing it behind her. “Don’t act like you know me all of a sudden.” He was taken aback by your comment as his eyebrows raised and poked his tongue to the side of his cheek, “No need to be rude Y/n, we are just having a good time.” “See now if it really was a ‘good time’ you wouldn’t be here, so i’m gonna go get a drink.” you told them as you walked away and into the kitchen. Searching for something light to drink, not wanting to go home completely drunk.

You picked up a cup just to feel a hand around your waist turning around to try and see who it was. You met eye to eye with Choi Yeonjun, the school player who was just as flirtatious as Heeseung. “Hey Y/n, you look great.” He told you as his eyes trailed up and down your body “Thank you, you do too.” he took the cup out of your hand and started to fill it with hard liquor, “Here, this will get you fucked up and it’s so good.” he handed the cup back to you as he lifted an eyebrow waiting for you to take a sip. As your lips met the coldness of the drink it burned as it went down but the more you drank the easier it got, your head started to feel fuzzy. Handing the cup back to Yeonjun “Refill please.” looking up at him as your eyes glistened from the tears which rested in the corners.

He giggled and did as you insisted, then placed the cup in your hand as he took the other one and led it back to the couch where your friends had been for a bit. He sat on the couch and pulled your arm to him, signaling you to sit on his lap. Minutes started to pass by as more and more people started to enter from the door, Yeonjun had gotten closer to you each time his arms were resting on your lap as he played with the bottom of your skirt and thighs. Leaning towards you he whispered “I wish I could have you like this all the time, so sexy.” his breath tickled your ear causing you to giggle at him catching Heeseung’s attention, “Dude she’s drunk just let her be.” he said as he took his hand down from being rested on the girl beside him. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He said as Yeonjun kept whispering sweet nothings into your ears then proceeded to kiss you on the lips making your lipstick snide, Heeseung stood up from his spot on the couch as he grabbed your hand leading you up to the bathrooms. He faced you towards the mirror and started to wipe off your smeared lipstick, “No you're gonna ruin it.” you told him as you swatted his hands away. “It already is, just let me fix it.”

Putting your hands by your side you huffed in defeat letting him continue to wipe it off, “Always so mean to me.” you whispered as your words started to become slurry. “What do you mean?” He asked as he put the lid of the toilet seat down to sit on it as he pulled you in front of him continuing to fix your makeup, “You canceled, you're ‘too busy’.” you told him as you air quoted his words. “It’s not a crime to go to a party I hope you know.” You giggled as you looked down. He grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him which caused you to blush at him, “We should get you home.” he said as he grabbed your wrist and started to leave the bathroom. Pulling the opposite way you told him “No, I wanna stay.” He had ignored every word that came out of your mouth and continued to walk out of the house as you had no choice but to leave with him. He opened the passengers side door and held the door open helping you in, as you settled in he ducked his head in while he buckled your seatbelt in for you. Not even seconds later you were passed out in his car.

Stirring in your bed you grumbled from the pounding headache that was starting to form turning over to the side to where your alarm clock usually was, wasn’t there. Sitting up you checked your surroundings as if you were in an unfamiliar room with no one else in sight, grabbing the phone on your side you realized it wasn’t even yours. 1:46am. Flipped to the camera you saw short hair that ran along your forehead, brown eyes and a hoodie that fell loosely around your body. The more your eyes focused on the camera in front of you the more you realized that the person it was showing wasn’t you, touching your face felt unfamiliar and not what you were used to seeing everyday in the mirror. Just then the phone rang, picking up the contact name read across ‘Y/n’ you tilted your head and picked up the phone. “Need to talk now, meet me at your apartment.” you were so confused “Heeseung?” a hum was heard from the screen causing you to gasp and hang up the phone immediately running outside to try and find your car. Soon enough you realized you weren’t yourself and didn’t have your car, calling the same number again “What car?” a sign was heard “The white one, please don’t crash it.” you hung up the phone once again as you walked towards the white car getting in and headed to your apartment.

Swiftly walking up the stairs you were met to see yourself waiting by the door, hearing the voice…it was yours and it said “Take any longer.” while ushering you to hurry up. Walking into your apartment you were so confused, “Am I dreaming? how fucked up did I get?” “I wish I was dreaming, I woke up and now I have tits and a pussy.” your face widened “Did you see it?!” “No but I went to the bathroom trying to pull my dick out and it wasn’t there, then looked down and saw tits and you know.” he huffed out the air as he walked over to the couch then slouched. “Wait, does that mean I have a dick?” he rolled his eyes “No, my bad I wasn’t born with a dick. Of fucking course you have a dick now.” you smirked to yourself. “I’ll be right back.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the couch. “So funny, no looking no matter what.” you nodded “Same with me, no looking. Only special people get to look, you are not one of those people.” he laughed at you “How are you not more freaked out you look so calm, is this a regular occurrence?” “No but it’s like what do you want me to do?” He shrugged.

“You think that this would be more of a problem.” you stared at him as you sat down “It is, but i’m just dreaming so when I wake up it will be all fine and I won’t have to talk to you again. Thank god.” He rolled his eyes grabbed your arm and slapped your forearm, making your eyes widen from the sudden pain “Um, ow what the fuck was that for?” “Y/n i’m being so serious, I am in your body and you are in mine. You aren’t dreaming.” He told you, scooting closer as a loud yell erupted from your throat, Heeseung was taken aback as he immediately rushed to put his hand over your mouth. When you screamed it wasn’t a high pitched girly scream it was a deep scream you forgot that you had his voice, “Shut up, I get it. I feel so lost right now.” you started to ramble on and on about what happened “Why is this happening? Can I return to my body already? Am I dying?!” he put his hand on your shoulder and told you just to breathe and calm down. “How can I calm down? We switched bodies and now I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace without seeing your dick.” He laughed as you continued to talk “I’m going through this too Y/n.” “I know but of all people why you, this is gonna suck.” he tilted his head in confusion “What do you mean, ‘me of all people’?” “Maybe you're not getting it, I don’t like you and your friends. It’s annoying how they get jealousy over everything and we never agree on things, so why wouldn’t I hate you?” He stood up and walked into your room shutting the door behind you, you walked over to the door proceeding to knock till nothing was heard anymore except him breathing you left your apartment building and started to head to his house. “Yo Heeseung.” At first you didn’t realize that he was talking to you till he pulled your shoulder making you turn around, “So how is it with you and her?” he said, nudging up on you. “Who?” he laughed “Come on man, you know. Don’t play dumb.” you shrugged as you looked at him.

It was Yeonjun.

“Y/n, last night I could barely contain myself. If you don’t even fuck her I will no doubt, so you better make a move soon.” You started to walk away as you heard him say from behind you “Don’t be mad man, by the end of the week the only thing you will be hearing is her screaming my name.” as he mimicked your moans while screaming his name then walking away giggling. What was he talking about, you continued to walk into his apartment building as you got a text it a said it was from you,

‘I know I can’t control how you feel about me but we still need to talk.’

you texted back ‘ok’ then opened the door to his apartment as the conversation between the two of you continued you realized that there was some weird feeling on his dick. You moved your phone to the side and looked down seeing the bulge of his dick in his pants starting to form, eyes widening you put your phone back in front of you and texted him ‘we have a problem’ he sent a ‘?’ back, ‘your dick is hard’ the bubbles formed at the bottom of the screen then spammed you saying. ‘Don’t’ ‘Why did you get hard?’ ‘Go take a shower.’ ‘Don’t look down’ you just respond ‘How do I get rid of it? Just come over, I don’t know what to do.’ the bubbles started to type once again but soon went away as he left you on read, not even 10 minutes later a knock was on the door you continued to walk over and open the door to reveal yourself in front of you. He walked into the apartment and into his bedroom sitting on the bed, “What do I do?” you asked, walking in behind him, “I don’t wanna look at your dick let alone touch it.” fake gagging at the words that come out of your mouth. “Fine, I'll do it. Look up, don’t look down.” Doing as he said you looked up as a buckle was heard from below you till you feel a hand on his dick causing you to moan quietly not wanting him to hear, he ran his finger along the tip of his cock just then when you shut your eyes you opened them and you were yourself again but you were face to face with his cock still in your hand.

Immediately you let go, causing him to whine from the loss of contact, “Not gonna help me?” you looked up at him “Why would I?” seeing his cock twitch from your peripheral vision he said “Stop looking at me like that, if you're not going to help.” looking away you put your hand back on him as you moved in a back and forth motion on him. His head was thrown back while his eyes rolled back along with his hips thrusted up into your hand as one of his hands held your wrist, “Please let me fuck you.” you looked up at him once more. “Make it quick.” You said as you started to undress and lay on the bed turning your head away from him, “Don’t worry, i’ve been needing you for too long I probably won’t last long anyways.” You felt a cold breeze rub along your pussy till the sudden breeze stopped as the tip of his dick was now placed at your entrance, “You 100% sure your okay with this?” you nodded and finally looked him in the eyes he looked down at you as his hips started to thrust in and out of you as your pussy started to clench around him as more and more noises fell from his lips. “Y/n, you feel so good.” He told you grunting through his teeth which was eventually put in between his lips his eyes started to roll back often, some of the times his head would roll to the side getting a good look at how his cock would move in and out of you with ease. “Tell me you love me, please.” you shook your head as you threw your head back and his thrusts became more powerful “I need to know that you don’t actually hate me.” “I do, your just going to think i’m one of your hook ups.” he started going slower making you annoyed, you had him pull out as you pushed him down onto his bed getting on top of him and bouncing on him as he thrusted up into you. “Y/n, I don’t hook up with those girls.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him and said sarcastically “Yeah, okay.” he pulled your face to his and placed his lips onto yours “I do, don’t say that I don’t, I love the way you are so passionate about this you love…” he continued as his thrusts got stronger each time he would thrust up into you, moans and grunts fell from his lips as he continued “…How you don’t take shit from people, don’t let people get to you especially those girls, how good you look every day without even trying.” you tried to believe him and you really wanted to but you didn’t know if he just said that to all of his hook ups to make them feel special. “Your so perfect, I’m gonna cum soon. Please cum with me, need to feel you cum on my cock.” You bounced on him faster which caused him to hold your hips still and thrust up into you passionately and deeper with every thrust, not to long after you felt his cum spill into you as he pulled you forward onto you hugging your body onto his. He continued to stay into you as his cock fell softer, “Can we stay like this, I don’t want this to end.”

#smut #fluff #enha x reader #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #jay smut #jungwon smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut #enhypen

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wannaeatramyeon · 1 year

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Seong Taehoon x Reader: Hansu & Taehoon talk

Before you come back to the studio. Follow up to this one for @razypie. Some Hansu crumbs specially for you 🫶

"When did you and Y/N start dating?"

Taehoons stumbles on his kick, almost missing the sandbag entirely. Regaining his composure, he whirls round on his dad.

"What the hell are you on about, old man?"

Hansu sighs, taking his glasses off and wiping them. Taehoon is in one of those moods is he? Honestly, why is he such a brat. Hansu doesn't remember being such a delinquent in his youth. Must have gotten it from his mother's side.

Patience patience, Hansu is the adult. He needs to gently guide his son. "She's a nice girl, Taehoon. Don't mess around with her."

Taehoon throws his arms out in exasperation, face scowling and defensive. The hell? "I'm not even doing anything!"

"I've seen the way you both flirt when you should be training."

Ok, that claim is all lies and slander. If there is one thing that Taehoon takes seriously, it's Taekwondo. "What the fuck, dad?"

"You're just a very hands on instructor, that's all."

Hands on?! Are you kidding. Taehoon is nothing if not a professional. Well, professional might be stretching it a bit but.

Fuck. His ears redden. Has he been that obvious that even his goddamn dad is lecturing him. So transparent that Hansu saw through his feelings weeks before he could even come to terms with it?

Taehoon crosses his arms tightly, shoulders creeping up to his ears in mortification. He will not look at his dad. He cannot.

Hansu ploughs on, glasses glinting deviously in the light, "And how often you go around to her place."

"You told me to!"

"I mentioned it. And only the first time."

The tips of Taehoon's ear are burning a furious crimson.

"You're there almost every day."

Taehoon can't bear this anymore. He takes to the sandbag again as a form of distraction. If he hits it hard enough, loud enough, he can drown the old man out.

"All the snacks in our house are missing." WHACK!

"I'm pretty sure you didn't eat it all on your own." WHACK!

"You took the last of our kimchi the other week." WHACK!

"And my lunch the other day for Y/N." WHACK!

"She clearly likes you too." WHACK!

"I think she liked you even before she met you." WHACK!

Taehoon outwardly grumbles at this, his kicks landing quicker and quicker. Inside though? Preening like a peacock.

"Though it took some warming up again when she did meet you but-"

"Shut. It." Taehoon spits out, followed by an effortless 1080 kick.

"I'm serious, son. Don't let that one go." WHACK! "I like her."

Oh.

Taehoon stills in his movement.

That makes two of them.

Like a little kid, confessing to his dad that he was the one that stole the last cookie and broke the jar too, Taehoon mumbles, "...I like her too."

Hansu looks on at his son in pride, "Good."

Finally.

Someone to keep his delinquent son in line. Someone on Hansu's side. Someone kind and understanding. That Taehoon can talk to, share his secrets and feelings and worries that he never could to his old man. To help Taehoon-

Suddenly, the cold grip of fear inches its way around Hansu's heart. "Taehoon?"

Taehoon turns around at this, already dreading whatever comes out of his mouth next. This conversation is nothing short of torture.

"I'm too young to be a grandpa."

"DAD!"

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 days

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the ice cream girl ~ mike schmidt;five nights at freddy's

word count: 2144

request?: no

description: in which his regular ice cream spot in the mall hires a new girl

pairing: mike schmidt x female!reader

warnings: use of y/n

masterlist (one, two, three)

Mike's routine at the mall was a constant: clock in, do two laps around the mall, go for lunch with whoever else was on with him - usually Jeremiah - another few laps around the mall where he'd stop to talk to some of the store managers, then clock out and go home. The only deviations to his routine were the occasional birthday parties he'd be tasked with watching over, and whenever there was someone who needed to be handled by security.

Until he met a new worker at the mall.

He was in line for the ice cream place he would occasionally go to for a dessert after his lunch. They saw him so frequently that his order was usually ready before he even got to the counter - another usual in his routine.

But on this day, when he walked up to the counter, a new face was smiling at him.

"Welcome to Ice Cream Parties," she said. "What can I get for you?"

Mike opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by Cindy, one of the usual workers, saying, "We have his order, (Y/N). He's a regular."

(Y/N)'s eyes flickered to Mike's security uniform. "Well, that does make sense. Sorry, today's my first day."

"No, that's alright," Mike said. He desperately tried to think of something else to say, but found himself staring blankly at her instead. He was sure she thought he was crazy, and that thought made his face start to heat up.

Cindy came up to the counter with Mike's usual in hand. She passed it over to him with a smile before going back to work. Mike realized then that he hadn't paid yet. As he started taking his wallet from his pocket, (Y/N) said, "On the house."

"Are you sure?" Mike asked.

She nodded. "Consider it a kind gesture for a regular."

"Well...thanks."

"No problem. It's nice to meet you, Mike."

He was about to ask how she knew his name, but she nodded to his name tag before he could.

Right, that would make sense.

"Nice to meet you, too, (Y/N)."

After that, visits to Ice Cream Parties became part of Mike's routine. The first few visits were under the guise of actually getting ice cream for himself and Jeremiah. If it wasn't too busy, he was able to have brief conversations with (Y/N) while his order was being made. That excuse didn't last very long, though, as eventually Jeremiah put an end to the almost daily ice cream runs.

"Man, I'm going to gain like 10 pounds a week if you keep getting ice cream for us," he had said.

Mike had to admit, he was getting sick of eating ice cream so much, too. Seeing (Y/N) so often had made it worth it at first, but there was only so much of the frozen treat he could take before it became too much. He thought he'd have to come up with a new excuse to see her all the time, but she took him by surprise by doing it for him.

He was doing his rounds during a shift when he saw (Y/N) walking towards him. She had a smile on her face and she waved when he spotted her.

"Hey!" she said. "I've been looking for you?"

"You have?" Mike asked.

"Yeah! I haven't seen you in a bit. I was worried you quit or something."

"God, no, that's not happening. This is probably the easiest job I could have. I've just...been taking a break from ice cream."

"I don't blame you. You've had so much of it lately, I'm surprised you're not just a walking ice cream cone at this point." She playfully bumped his shoulder as she added, "You know, if you wanted to talk to me, you didn't need an excuse."

Mike was shocked into silence. Had it really been that obvious? He had tried to play it cool when he went, but maybe he hadn't been cool enough. Maybe it had been glaringly obvious every time he walked up to the counter and ordered whatever new flavor she recommended that he was desperately trying to figure out a way to ask her on a date.

But then she smiled and laughed, and Mike felt a weight being lifted from his chest.

"I'm joking," she said. "Mostly. If you wanna talk to me, you don't need to come buy ice cream. Just come talk to me."

"Noted," Mike said with a nod. "Well...what are you doing this evening?"

"I'm working the closing shift."

Mike tried not to let his disappointment show. "Oh. I, uh, I'm off in about an hour."

"I clock in in about an hour."

"Not meant to be, I guess."

(Y/N) shrugged. "I guess not. I have to run a quick errand before work, but I mean what I said - don't be a stranger, Mike."

Mike nodded. Once (Y/N) had turned and walked away, he let himself deflate. It wasn't a "no" because she wasn't interested, but it was still disheartening. It was definitely going to take time to build up his courage to ask her again, but at least now he knew she welcomed his company.

A week or so later, Mike found himself at the mall again on his day off. He usually hated to be there when he wasn't working, but Abby started school the next week and she needed new clothes. She had been begging him for weeks to take her shopping, but he kept putting it off until he had no choice but to take her. On the plus side, Abby was extremely easy to shop with because she knew what she wanted, and she knew where to get it. It would be a quick in and out and he could be away from the mall within an hour and a half tops.

But, after leaving Abby's favorite store with the intent on going home, Abby stopped Mike and said, "I'm hungry."

"We have food at home," he reminded her.

"I don't want actual food. I want a snack."

"We have snacks at home."

"We don't have ice cream at home."

That was enough to shut him up and get him to agree. He had no idea if (Y/N) was working that day, but he wasn't about to pass up an opportunity to see her.

As luck would have it, she was working. She was at the counter in her stripped apron and white paper hat. She was passing the customer in front of them an ice cream, her customer service smile plastered on her face. Mike had come to learn the difference between her customer service smile and her real smile, because when she would look at him the dull smile would brighten just a little.

When the customer stepped away, he got to see her face light up at the sight of him.

"Oh, hey Mike!" she said. "I thought you were off today."

"I am. I had to take my sister back to school shopping," Mike said, gesturing to Abby.

(Y/N) looked down at Abby and offered her a warm smile. "Well hey there. I had no idea Mike had a sister."

"This is Abby. Abby, this is (Y/N)."

"It's nice to meet you, Abby."

"You too," Abby said. To Mike she added, "Is she the one you always talk to Max about?"

Mike's ears were on fire as (Y/N) looked back up at him. Abby always knew how to say the right things to embarrass him.

"Just tell her what you want," he muttered, suddenly no longer in the mood for ice cream.

Abby ordered for herself and (Y/N) went to make it. Cindy took over at the cash while (Y/N) stepped away, which disappointed Mike. Usually Cindy was the one making the orders while (Y/N) was at the cash, and they'd have their small conversations while Mike waited. He really hoped what Abby had said hadn't scared (Y/N) off completely.

She came back and handed Abby her ice cream.

"Are you guys sticking around much longer?" she asked Mike.

"We weren't really planning on it. Abby just wanted ice cream before we went home."

"I'm off in, like, 10 minutes. If you guys don't mind a third, I mean."

Mike agreed without consulting Abby. Not like the younger girl really cared either way. She was already deep into her ice cream and ignoring the whole conversation.

Mike and Abby sat at a nearby table to wait for (Y/N). Abby finished her ice cream in record time, giving herself a brain freeze. Mike couldn't help but laugh as his sister scrunched up her face in pain.

"That's why you don't eat cold foods that fast," he said.

"Do you like (Y/N)?" Abby asked through the brain freeze pain.

The quick change in topic startled Mike. "I mean...yeah. She's my friend."

"But you like her," Abby said. "You always talk about her, and I saw the way you look at her."

Mike shrugged, trying not to give Abby any other ideas. He didn't need her blurting something else out and embarrassing him again. "She's a friend, Abby. Friends talk about friends."

"Friends don't look at other friends like they want to kiss them, though."

Mike chuckled. "Some do."

Abby gave him a look. He sighed and said, "Maybe I do, but that doesn't give you permission to say stuff to her about it, okay? For now, we're just friends."

"You should ask her out. I think she'd say yes."

"It's not that easy, Abs."

"What's not that easy?"

Mike jumped at the sound of (Y/N)'s voice behind him. When he looked at her, she was already changed out of her work uniform. "Nothing. Abby and I were just talking."

He shot Abby a look to tell her not to say anything. (Y/N) looked between the two of them with a skeptical look on her face.

"Do you have a ride home?" Mike asked.

"If you're offering, then yes. I was supposed to wait around for my roommate to get me, but I'd much rather hang out with you guys and get out of here."

The three of them walked to Mike's car. Abby filled most of the silence by talking to (Y/N) about whatever came to her little mind. (Y/N) just smiled and responded as Abby spoke. Mike would sneak glances at her and smile to himself.

Abby got into the car first, and as Mike was reaching for the door handle to get in himself, (Y/N) said, "Wait."

He paused and looked up at her, confused.

"Why haven't you asked me out yet, Mike?"

The question took him completely by surprise, but that seemed to be her specialty at this point. He opened his mouth to respond, but all that came out was some stuttered nonsense.

"I mean, if you don't like me then that's fine, I get it," she continued. "But I thought that maybe we had a connection, and I keep thinking you're going to ask me out and then you don't, and I'll be honest, I'm losing my mind a little bit."

"Whoa, whoa," Mike said. "Slow down. I'm sorry that's how you're feeling, but I've been trying to ask you out. I did ask you out a few weeks ago!"

"That wasn't asking me out! You asked what I was doing and I said working. You didn't even follow up to try and figure out a different day we could've went out instead!"

"I didn't know I was supposed to do that!"

They both paused and, after a moment, they started to laugh.

"I'm clueless with this stuff," Mike admitted. "I haven't dated since high school."

"Well, here's a tip: if you like a girl, ask her out. Her liking you back is more likely than you'd think."

Mike smiled. "Do you want to come over for dinner? I'm sure it's not exactly the date you're thinking of, but Abby wants spaghetti and meatballs tonight, and I do make a mean spaghetti and meatballs."

(Y/N) smiled back. It was brighter than her real smile. It was what Mike decided to dub her "Mike smile".

"I'd love to," she said. "I love spaghetti and meatballs."

Abby opened her car door then and looked between the two of them. "What's taking you so long?"

"Hey Abs, would it be okay if (Y/N) joined us for dinner?" Mike asked, although he already knew the answer.

Abby lit up with excitement and vigorously nodded her head. Mike and (Y/N) finally got into the car and they made their way back to Mike's place. The entire car ride he couldn't wipe the smile from his face.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson imagine #five nights at freddy's #fnaf #fnaf imagine #imagine #one shot #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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pixiesfz · 5 months

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Hayley Raso x reader

plot: you go to watch your girlfriend play Ireland in the world cup even though your ex is in the Ireland team

warnings: swearing, soccer injuries

You woke up this morning in such a happy mood to watch your girlfriend play in the World Cup but it soon left when you remembered who she was playing.

Caitlin warned you with an eyebrow raise when you said you were going to the game last night at dinner and you know Caitlin knows your ex-girlfriend and current girlfriend enough that it might not end well.

All the partners of Matilda's players were staying at a nice hotel near the stadium and you were laid out between your sheets, seeing peoples predictions of the game and waiting for Hayley to text you where she's playing.

"Why do you want to know where she's playing, she is always the defender" Kristie Mewis, Sam's girlfriend said from the other bed

"I just hoped that maybe Tony put her as a defender this game" you said, your voice thinning as you tried to lie

"You can admit you don't want Katie and Hayley to play the ball together" Kristie deadpanned as you turned your head "I forgot that's how I first met you" You groaned and Kristie smiled

"Don't worry you guys were broken up for almost a year before you and Hayley first even talked, you are fine" she stated and you nodded.

It was not fine.

Your face was hurting from how many times your face scrunched up from a tackle from Katie or Hayley.

The whole game was very physical and you were just waiting for someone to come off in tears. You did make eye contact with Katie before the match so she knew where you were sitting, looking back to you every now and then.

Hayley did not like that at all.

"You got a staring problem McCabe?" she asked and she crossed her head "I just remember a pretty face when I see one" she shrugged and Hayley watched the ball "ex pretty face" she corrected

"You calling y/n ugly, wow I might go tell her after the game, I'm sure she'll be happy we haven't been alone together for a while" she smirked as she saw the Australian head practically whip around at her comment.

"Just saying, I miss her screaming my name at games, and at other places" Katie shrugged and licked her lips, looking back to you once again.

Hayley's plays became more angry and you were sure she was about to get a yellow card any second. You couldn't count how many times the two girls were at each other and you were sinking down in your seat each time.

You knew Katie was only looking at you to get on the Australians nerve and it was working so you sent Katie a glare which she just sent her tongue out too, something she knew you used to find attractive when you were together.

When the ball next comes to your girlfriend she passes it off near her defenders leg, next thing you knew Katie was on her back on the ground and Hayler was trying to defend herself to the referee who crossed her head and pulled out the yellow card.

You shook your head in annoyance knowing that Katie was very proud of herself as she watched your current girlfriend walk off the field and to the bunch.

After the game that Australia won, you didn't run to your girlfriend which you usually do instead you slowly walked until Hayley saw you, her head hung low as she realized you were either about to tease her or yell at her.

She took advantage of your slowness as when you passed some of the Ireland players she ran up and kissed you which you laughed at "Stop being jealous" you told her which she rolled her eyes at.

"Hey the Rasotude is for the umpires, not for me" you pointed at her

"I was just reminding someone who's going to be in your bed tonight"

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thisonehere · 2 months

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Hiya, i dont really have anything specific but can you write kitana or mileena x afab reader? (mostly kitana but i wouldnt mind mileena) anything fluff or smut plz

Mileena x F!reader

Headkanons

A/n: I love to! This was really fun for me to write. I actually made headcanons for Kitana so feel free to check that out too. Tags: Request, Fluff, Smut, NSFW C/w: Smut, Fingering, oral sex, face sitting, nipple play, mentions of bodily fluids

The thought of you makes the Empress feel elated. You stuck by her through thick and thin. You love her even though she struggles with Tarkat, and Mileena couldn't be more grateful for that.

As Empress of Outworld, Mileena has acted very stiffly and calculatedly. Not too empathetic, but too apathetic. She has to be a mix of mix and it is so difficult. She is happy when she can finally come down from the throne and join your side.

She enjoys it when you lead the conversation, especially when it's about...anything. Mileena just loves to hear you talk.

You two first met when Liu Kang brought you from Earthrealm. Mileena and Kitana were there to greet you at the portal as was the custom. But the moment Mileena laid eyes on you, she couldn't get you out of her head from that point on.

As you toured the palace, you could feel Mileena's eyes drift onto from time to time. Later at the great diner, Mileena would have to build enough courage to sit next to you. She'd ask you to tell her about yourself and she'd listen to you as if was the only thing that mattered in the world. If you tried to tell a joke she'd like it was the funniest thing. A very awkward and stiff laugh to be precise.

"You're a very lovely person, Y/n. If you don't mind...I would like to see you again... if that is okay with you." And just like that the two of you would be inseparable. Whenever you get together, Mileena brings you a gift. Not something normal, something strange, maybe an ancient/cursed artefact, a weapon fresh from the forges, etc. She also likes it when you bring gifts for her, no matter how simple they are. Flowers? They'll do. Chocolate? Sure, why not? The dismembered part of someone's body? Love it! She blushes and gets bashful whenever you give her hem, it is like she was never given a gift before.

Mileena feels safe whenever she is with you, she is free to let out her wild and mad side. She knows you won't judge her, that she can be herself. Though she has been dreading it, she will soon reveal her Tarkat affliction. She didn't want to tell you at first out of fear of you being repulsed by her and fleeing.

She has to come to the realization that she was putting your life in danger by not telling you. So the next time you meet Mileena, she will sit you down. "I just wanted to say...I...I think you're truly a wonder. You're kind and beautiful. You fight no other I've ever seen and I...I...I think your hair looks really nice. Did you just get it done?" she starts to ramble and starts talking about teddy bears for some reason. As you can guess, she's stalling.

"Mileena, what is this about?" You ask confused. Mileena lets out a sigh as she looks defeated. Looking you in the eye, she tells you everything. Her disease, what it is, how she got it, etc. She holds her breath as she waits for your response.

She is surprised when you hug her abruptly. "I'm so sorry to hear that. I promise I'll do whatever I can to help you." Mileena is taken aback by this. You were so accepting of her, more accepting than her mother ever was. A tear trickles down her face as she smiles. "Y/n...I love you....so much."

NSFW

"Ssshhh, be a good girl and relax for me," Mileena said as she had two of her fingers inside of your heat. The first time you were having sex. You were extremely anxious at first, Mileena herself was nervous too.

She did have Tarkat after all, she was worried you'd get infected with one wrong move. She was sure took a good amount of the vaccine before you came over to her personal chambers.

Sensing how anxious you are, Mileena gently kisses you to calm you down. "At ease, my beloved, I'm going to take care of you." She continued to kiss you, slowly made her way down to your clit and began to kiss it as well. You squeal in surprise as you feel the touch of her soft lips between your legs. The feeling was weird but it felt natural at the same time.

Soon she began to plunge her fingers inside of you. You try not to scream as you feel Mileena's fingers slide inside of you and tenderly rub against your vaginal walls. Mileena's free hand trails up your body and it finds its way to your breast.

She loves to watch you squirm and whine with one hand playing with your pussy and the other playing and tips with your nipple. You scream in surprise as you feel yourself orgasm. Your clit explodes all over Mileena's hand.

Retracting her hand, Mileena eagerly places the fingers into her mouth and happily sucks her finger clean of your fluids. She smiles as she licks her lips, "Tasty." She says as she gives you a smirk. she lowers herself down to your ear "I want you to sit on my face." She whispers.

Mileen is on her back, one hand on your hip to slowly guide you into a proper position and keep you steady. You scream as you feel her hot tongue joyfully lapping at your pussy like a dog. Her hand's hand guides her into the smooth and steady rhythm perfect to ride her face. You want to cry with how amazing this feels. After seconds of fighting it, you finally lose and scream at the top of your lungs.

Suddenly, Mileena's hand tightens around you causing you to halt in your face riding and she forces you further to face, closer than you then you thought was possible. A powerful feeling rushes throughout your body as you cum on Mileena's face. You fall off her and lay by her side as you try to catch your breathe. Mileena looks over to you, a wild passionate look in her eyes. " I hope you're not too tired yet. I still want to play." She says. This was n't the end, only the beginning.

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buckys-black-dress · 10 months

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heaven won't be the same

a/n: hello!!!!! i know it's been, like, a really really long time since i've written for you guys. depression + nursing school = even worse depression. anyways, here's something that i wrote to just kinda get me back into the groove of writing. enjoy!

wc: 5.7k words

warnings: NONE. she's chill today.

[ bucky barnes x nurse!fem!reader ]

Is this is the right place?

Looks like it. Just knock. What's the worst that could happen?

Your hand lifts, albeit hesitantly, and raps against the wooden door.

You wait a moment before you hear shuffling on the other side, and then the lock turning and the door opens.

The blond who opens it stares at you, searching for some sort of recognition in your eyes, but comes up a bit short.

"Can I help you?" He asks slowly, clearly confused.

"Hi, I'm Y/N. I can't remember which one of you I spoke with, I think his name was Sam. But I'm here to look at the room you guys are renting?" You ask gently, maybe you were in the wrong place.

"Oh! You're Y/N! Yes, yeah, I know who you are, come in." Recognition dawns on the blue-eyed boy's face. "By the way, I'm Steve. I don't know how much Sam has told you about us but I wasn't expecting a girl to want to live with three guys." He chuckles and you return the laugh.

"Yeah, I mean I was a bit hesitant at first because I thought I'd get murdered by you guys or something, but Sam made it very clear that you're all very nice people and won't watch me while I sleep." You reply with a small smile.

Steve looks at you in silence.

"Just kidding!" You let out a laugh. "But my mom was a bit worried about me living with three men, but I convinced her nothing bad was going to happen. I hope."

"Hey, seriously though, we wouldn't want to make you feel unsafe. I know being a woman in this day and age in New York can be... less than pleasant. We're big on respect here at 6A." He flashes you a smile that for sure has made a girl weak in the knees before.

"Thanks, Steve. I appreciate that. I mean I know you guys probably weren't expecting a girl as your fourth roommate, so I'm just happy to find space where I can."

"I mean, hey, it's not what we were expecting, but we're not picky people." Steve shrugs. "Wanna take a look at your room? Then we can go from there and get your stuff moved in."

"Sure, sounds great!"

He leads you down the hallway and opens a door, revealing the room you saw on the listing.

After chattering about the room and how they were excited to have you live with them, he takes you back to main living area to wrap up any other loose ends.

"Alright, so like I said we do have two bathrooms so you might have to share with Bucky, since his room is also on that side of the apartment but that shouldn't be a problem. And also, I can help move in your things if you don't wanna go through the hassle of getting moving guys and all that."

"Oh, you don't have to do that for me, I don't mind at all-"

"Hey, no worries, I'm happy to help." Steve smiles and you nod in response.

"Thanks. I didn't know I'd be getting such a deal moving in with you guys." You laugh.

"I'm just happy to help. I'm sure Sam and Buck can also help since they'll be around later tonight."

And so it began.

All of your boxes were in the rented U-Haul at the front of your new home. You text Steve to let him know you're downstairs, and a feeling sits in your gut.

You were nervous to live with three random stranger men. Granted, Sam and Steve were both so nice, and you really are getting a great deal with this apartment, being so close to your work and all.

"Hey Y/N! Let's get this show on the road." Steve comes outside, guns blazing, (literally, have you seen his biceps?), and ready to work.

It only takes an hour or so to get all your things inside, and Sam was waiting inside to take things directly to your new room. Although you still haven't met Bucky, you knew it couldn't be too bad. Steve and Sam were angels.

The first time you met Bucky was when he returned from his shift. He worked as a bartender. He had odd hours and often didn't come back until 3 AM most nights that he worked.

Hence, the reason why he was confused when he saw you in the kitchen in the middle of the night.

"Hey... who are you?" He asked, dropping his keys into the bowl next to the door.

"Oh!" Your head whipped around at the sound of the door shutting "Steve mentioned that you worked weird hours. I'm Y/N." You extend your hand to him. "I'm the new roommate. I hope they told you about me." You huff out a laugh, hoping he wouldn't be completely weirded out by you.

"Oh, yeah. Sorry, I totally missed that you were moving in today. Don't worry, they did mention you." He returned your smile while shaking your hand.

His large, callused hand engulfing yours made your heart pound in your chest. Jesus. Are all the guys who live here male models? What the hell?

"Well, it was really nice meeting you, Y/N. I'm gonna head to bed, work totally got me shot. I'll see you in the morning?"

"Yeah, yes. I'm usually out the door by 6:30 by the latest, so I'll catch you if you're up." You smile.

"6:30 in the morning? Yeah, no chance I'll see you then but you'll catch me before my shift. I forgot, Sam did mention you were a nurse."

"For sure, I also have the next day off so that'll probably be a bit more realistic."

"How about we go get breakfast that day? On me, consider it a welcome-to-the-apartment gift from me." Bucky's grin spreads across his face, and you can't help notice just how handsome he is.

"Deal, Bucky. Good night."

After you both got over the initial awkwardness, you and Bucky became the most unlikely pair. Sharing a bathroom was breeze, your schedules aligned perfectly some days, meaning that the two of you spent most of your free time together.

It was a strange feeling. You loved becoming friends with Bucky. He was so easy to talk to, and understood you better than most others. It was so natural and easy with him, like you'd known him forever.

But another part of you was falling for him, and you knew it. You chose to ignore it, deciding that it was silly and that you just liked him as a friend. A best friend, perhaps.

At times, he did little things that made you think otherwise, though.

The cuddling during movie nights. The 'I got this for you because it made me think of you's. It was something that ate at you daily.

You two practically did everything together. In a way, it was like being in a relationship, but with no pressure. No expectations. Just two people, hanging out and being there for the other. It meant nothing (but everything, at the same time.)

He was always there for you. After a hard shift, you came home and sat quietly while you talked about whatever it was that bothered you. And after his shifts at the bar, he did the same.

It was almost too easy, the way you two could fall into a rhythms so easily. It was so nice to have someone to have around after moving into a new place. You two clicked effortlessly, it seemed.

And of course, they don't call it falling in love for nothing.

Tonight, you had a night shift, which meant you went to bed all day until about 4 PM and then proceeded to get ready for your evening at the hospital.

You were in the bathroom washing your face and braiding your hair back, then pulling on your under-scrub top.

The door creaks open, revealing a smiling Bucky.

He's dressed head to toe in black; a tight t-shirt that looks like it's a size too small, black jeans, black leather boots, and finally, a leather jacket thrown over his arm.

"I hate when you have the night shift. I'm so lonely during the day, and of course you have it on my one night off." He whines, and you shoot him a look through the mirror.

"Well, I wouldn't have taken the night shift but they were offering extra pay since no one wanted to cover. Sorry, honey." You turn around and pat his chest to move him out of the doorway, an exaggerated pout on your face.

Fuck me, those eyes, Bucky thinks to himself at the gesture.

Your touch sent a flutter of butterflies against his stomach, making him move out of your way so you could pull on your socks and gather your things into your bag.

"Where are you all dressed up for on your night off then?" You ask out loud while stuffing your arms through your fleece jacket.

"I- uh, funny story, actually." He laughs out a cough, "I have a date." He presses his lips together.

"Oh. A date." You stop what you were doing, back turned to him.

You can feel his eyes burning through the back of your head, but you can't turn to face him right now. Snapping out your thoughts, you continue gathering your things.

"Yeah, this girl at the bar, she works as a waitress actually. She asked for my number, and well one thing led to another and-"

"You don't have to explain yourself to me, Buck. I'm happy for you. Have a great date, I have to run. Good luck." You muster the best smile you can in that moment and practically run out of your room.

"Wait, are you okay?" He asks in a rush, following close behind you.

"Of course I'm okay, why wouldn't I be? I have to get to work." You were almost an hour early. You stop to fill your water bottle from the fridge and make your escape. "I'll see you tomorrow!" You yell from the hallway before the door shuts, the slam resounding through the emptiness.

The moment of silence in the elevator gets you lost in your thoughts for a minute.

A date.

With a girl who works at the bar.

You don't know why this is hurting your chest so terribly. The thought of Bucky, your closest friend, going on a date, tugs at something.

Whatever happens, you know you can't say anything. It's not your place. You just have to let it run its course, whether it goes in a good direction or not. You have to just do your best to be happy for Bucky.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment;

"Did Y/N leave for work already?" Steve asks, coming out of his room.

"Yeah, she basically ran out even though her shift isn't til seven." Bucky's brows are furrowed, still standing in the middle of the kitchen thinking about how you practically raced to get away from him.

"Why'd she leave so early?" Steve asks in confusion, eyes flashing to the oven, seeing the digital clock flashing 5:56 PM. "It only takes her like 20 minutes to get there."

While discussing, Sam pops out of his own bedroom, listening in on the conversation between the two.

"I don't know, we were just talking about plans tonight and she got really weird, all of a sudden. She grabbed all her stuff for her shift and just bolted." Bucky was incredibly confused, and it was clear in his tone and facial expression.

He looked like a lost puppy.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Sam asks, wondering what was bothering you. Maybe it was something Bucky said?

"I was just hanging out in her room while she was getting ready, and then she asked what I was dressed for and I told her about that girl, Christina, the one from the bar that asked for my number and asked to go on a date. Then she basically ran." Bucky shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what even happened, she even said I 'don't have to explain myself to her,' and that she had to leave."

Steve and Sam shoot a look between each other, the latter breathing out a deep sigh.

"What? What's that sigh?" Bucky asks.

"Nothing, Buck. Have you thought that maybe the date was what was bothering her? You two spend a lot of time together, and maybe she feels a little... blindsided by this date." Steve reasons.

"What? Why would she feel blindsided? I tell her everything. She tells me everything. That's just how we are." Bucky responds with a shake of the head, hands flailing in the air.

"But what about her? Does she tell you about the dates she goes on?" Sam asks, and Bucky's brows furrow.

"What dates? She goes on dates? With who?"

Another look shared between Steve and Sam.

"See, maybe she doesn't go on dates. I really don't know. But that reaction is why she felt hurt by you telling her about you going on a date." Steve explains.

Bucky's lost.

"She has feelings for you, Buck. She has feelings and she's hurt that you're going on a date because she never goes on dates, and now she's realizing that she's going to get left behind in the dust when you meet another girl." Sam supplies.

Now Bucky's even more lost.

"But... why wouldn't she tell me she has feelings for me? She's never even indicated that there was anything she felt for me more than friends do." He explains, now wracking his brain for every single interaction you two have had.

"Listen... we don't know what goes on when you guys are alone. But what I do know is that you guys spend a lot of time together, and I think you guys both have some... unspoken feelings for each other."

Bucky stands there, contemplating what this meant. What was he saying? That he should come clean to you about his feelings for you? That going on this date tonight would be a mistake?

Fuck, the date.

"Listen, I gotta go. My date's expecting me." Bucky quickly dismisses the entire conversation, putting him arms through the arms of his leather jacket before heading out the door.

Another sigh was shared between the two men left behind in the apartment.

There were pros and cons to working the night shift.

Pros included that it was calm, most of the time. Nights meant time to catch up on charting and paperwork while patients slept, checking in on them when needed.

Cons included the fact that one of the major thoughts blaring in your mind was 'WHILE YOU'RE SITTING HERE MEASURING THIS PATIENT'S OUTPUT, BUCKY IS ON A DATE WITH A SUPER HOT GIRL FROM HIS WORK!!!'

It sucked.

You wished you could shut it off. Of course, you always had to make sure you were giving your patients the best care possible, but your mind was plagued.

Would you ever tell him how you felt? Could you ever take that risk? The thought of even telling him, let alone being rejected, makes you sick to your stomach.

He would never speak to you again. It would be weird between you two, and then it would be weird between everyone in the apartment, and you would never be able to show your face again and would have to move out. There’s no other feasible option.

Unless…

Unless Bucky liked you back.

But you don’t even let your mind wander there, because you couldn’t even stomach the thought of not being around them. They were your family, the people you spent the most time with, the ones you could always count on when you had a rough day or needed a shoulder to lean on. Especially Bucky.

You simply couldn’t lose them.

And so, your night shift went on and the world still spun, even with your feelings buried deep in your chest.

When you walked into your apartment at 7:30 AM, there were some things you noticed that weren’t there when you had left.

First, it was the pretty black kitten heels by the door that certainly weren’t yours.

Then, for example, a cute leather purse hanging from a barstool by the kitchen island that wasn’t yours.

You put two and two together, and despite the harsh clench of your chest, you decided you were too tired to even think about all this right now. You just needed to take a shower and go straight to bed.

After staying true to your words, you had just shut the door to the bathroom when you heard it open again. Then, the water running from the tap, and then you see the handle of your door turning.

Immediately, you throw yourself under your covers and act like you had already been asleep. You simply couldn’t face Bucky right now. Not after knowing that he brought that girl home, and not after she was probably still in his bed. That was just too far for you.

With your face away from the door, you try and make your breaths as even as possible, hearing the door click open.

You could feel Bucky’s eyes burning into you, but you weren’t giving yourself away. You needed sleep before dealing with this.

Once you hear the door shut, you let out a big breath, your heart practically leaping out of your chest. And with that breath, you allow your eyes to only well with tears, but not letting them fall.

You woke again at 3 PM, but with knowing you had the next day off you weren’t in any rush to start your day. You didn't even want to move. You felt as though you got hit by a bus, between the racing thoughts about... well you know who they were about; and then piled on with the unexpected code in the middle of your shift, it was not a peaceful night.

You got your much needed rest, but you were in no mood to face Bucky right now.

But alas, your stomach spoke (rather growled violently), and you had to eat something before your stomach folded in on itself.

As you crack the door open to inspect the hall, you see that Bucky's door is closed but you hear noises from the direction of the living room.

You weigh your options.

Go out and make yourself something to eat and possibly face Bucky.

Starve.

Although the latter was looking like a great option, another whoosh from your stomach made you man up and step out of the room.

You couldn't even bring yourself to look at who was in the apartment, eyes dead-set on the pasta sauce you knew was in the fridge.

"Hey, Y/N! How was the night shift?" Sam's chirpy question came from the couch.

"It was alright, had a code but he pulled through. What did you two get up to last night?" You ask, seeing that Steve and Bucky were sitting on the couch opposite to Sam.

You couldn't even look him in the eye, while you knew he was watching you.

"Not much, just had a few beers and chilled til Buck got back, caused quite the ruckus." Sam lets out a laugh, but the words pierced through your heart as you pour the pasta into the boiling pot of water you'd set on the stove.

"Oh, nice." You reply, albeit shortly. You didn't know what to say. But of course, your mouth runs farther ahead than your brain. "How was that date, Bucky?"

You didn't care how the date was. You know she came back here, and you had absolutely zero interest in finding out what they did together. You couldn't handle hearing him tell you about it.

"It was... it was good. She came back here after." Was all he said. He looked at you with those wide, crazy eyes. You wanted to crumble under his gaze, but instead you just turned around to focus on your food.

"Nice. Great. I'm glad it went well for you." You said, not facing him.

The three boys give each other a look, and the tension could be cut with a knife.

Another loud growl from your stomach.

Fuck.

You check and the pasta is cooked. You drain it, pour your sauce and cheese, and practically sprint back to your room with a resounding click of your door through the apartment. Dishes be damned.

Outside, breaths were still held.

"Jesus, Sam. Could you have made it sound worse than it was?" Bucky grits through his teeth, pushing his shoulder aggressively.

"Well, you did bring her back here. Did I misspeak?" He responds.

"No, but we just hung out! Nothing even happened! Why is this even so awkward between us? It's not a crime if I did sleep with her." Bucky defends, but is confused about this situation.

"Well, it wouldn't be a crime, but it sure wouldn't be a good thing that you slept with someone else when you clearly have feelings for her!" Steve chimes in as quietly as possible.

You feel so stupid.

The urge hits you like a truck.

Should you also be going on dates? What was it that was so deeply holding you back from doing what Bucky's doing?

You could make all the excuses you want; busy with work, too tired, and that you were happy with your friendships and current relationships, even if they were all platonic.

But that was all before, when you thought Bucky felt the same.

You thought that he was also happy with the way you two were. Doing all the things people in relationships do, but not speaking out about those deeply-buried feelings. And that was enough. You didn't need someone to tell you they loved you as more than a friend, you didn't need that yearning feeling to be filled.

It was all bullshit, anyways. Right?

Right?

Right.

He could date people and have a girlfriend that he could do all those things with.

It didn't matter.

Because apparently, you weren't that person to him.

So you would just have to accept that and move on with your life.

Alone.

Again.

"Again with these damn feelings! You two don't even know your heads from your asses, and you wanna tell me about how my feelings!" Bucky scrambles for words. He feels hot and uncomfortable all over, all the while trying to not raise his voice.

"Bucky! You felt that tension in here? Right? That was because she had a problem! And it could all easily fixed if you just said, 'Hey, I know this is crazy, but I like you! And I didn't sleep with anyone else because of that!' Huh? How 'bout that?" Sam suggests, like it was the easiest thing to do in the world.

"Yeah, and what if she laughs in my face? What if that's totally not the case?!" Bucky responds.

"Buck, I think you just need to trust us on this one. She likes you and you like her. I don't know what else to tell you to make you understand." Steve finally sighs and drops his shoulders, over this whole conversation.

"Listen, she has tomorrow off. If you two end up hanging out, you need to say something. The tension is just too much." Sam just sighs and turns the TV on, preemptively ending the conversation.

Bucky just went into his room, placed his headphones over his head, and spent some time alone to think.

Let's think rationally.

You went on a date, and you didn't sleep with her.

What Bucky was coming to realize, is that there was a reason he didn't sleep with her.

He just couldn't.

It felt wrong, like he knew that there was a reason why he couldn't do it, subconsciously.

And he fully went into the date wanting to sleep with her. That was his goal. But he knew that if he did, it would be the point of no return. For some reason, he just felt it in his gut.

Realistically, even if I slept with her, I probably would've been sick with myself. I couldn't even face her after that.

But why?

Because you like her, you absolute moron.

He thinks of all the moments shared between you two. The stares, the cuddling, the innocent touches that drove him insane. All of those things added up in his mind to become one big jumble of feelings and now his brain felt like it was going to burst from how much this was all hitting him at once.

He springs off his bed.

Before he even turns the corner into the living room, words are spilling out of his mouth.

"You know what, maybe subconsciously even my body knew not to sleep with her, but even then how could I know for sure she likes me?-"

But there you are, sitting between Steve and Sam, tears leaking out of the corners of your eyes, gazing up at him in shock.

Clearly, you three were in the middle of something.

"You didn't sleep with her?" Your voice is meek at the question.

"No. I couldn't do it." He says, like it was obvious.

"Why not?" You fire back.

"I- I just... can we not do this out here? Please?" Bucky practically begs. He can't confess his deep and utter devotion to you in front of his two best friends. They'd never let him live it down.

"Come with me." Bucky runs into his room, throwing you a hoodie of his that he knew you were partial to, and then slid on his own jacket. Shoes are stuffed onto his feet, and he sees you doing the same, but your eyes never leave his figure in confusion.

The keys are grabbed from the bowl, and the door swings open while he holds it open for you.

Before Bucky lets the door shut, he gives Sam and Steve a final look; meanwhile the two are jumping up and down and pumping their fists in the air silently. It was almost comical.

"Where are we going?" Your voice from behind him startles him a bit, forgetting what he was even supposed to be doing.

"Just- put this on, honey." He hands you his spare motorcycle helmet, and you almost want to protest, but you wanted to see where this was going.

So you comply and hold onto him for dear life while he weaves in and out of traffic.

He stops, finally, in front of the place you know Bucky always comes to when he has too much on his mind.

It's a wide expanse of the city, a rooftop that he somehow had access to; and you weren't sure what you were doing here.

"What are we doing here?" You don't even let your mind think about what he was here to tell you.

Was he here to break the news to you that he was seeing this girl?

But you still couldn't figure out why he would bring you here to tell you that, and why he hadn't slept with her last night. Did she mean more to him than he let on? Is that why he wanted to wait to sleep with her?

The thought sends you heart sinking into your stomach.

"I have something I need to tell you." Bucky pauses and gazes so deeply into your eyes, something swimming in his blue irises, but you couldn't tell what. That was what scared you the most.

"I... I haven't been completely honest with you about how I've been feeling as of late. And I can't keep... keep being dishonest to myself and you, Y/N."

Tears were welling against your lashline, begging to be released at his words.

This was it. It’s all about to be over for good.

He approaches closer, hands coming to your jawline; his hold so delicate and soft that it makes you even more upset.

"Y/N... You are the most important person in my life. I can't imagine sharing any part of my life without you. You're the only person I want to see when I have something on my mind, I yearn for your touch when you aren't there, and lately, I've been confused as hell trying to understand why." His soft voice makes you weak in the knees.

Cue more tears.

"I just... I'm sorry I waited so long to tell you. And I'm sorry I went on that date... I'm sorry for a lot of things."

"Can I ask you something?" You ask quietly.

"Of course, honey."

"Why didn't you sleep with her?"

The weight of the question sits heavily in the air, and Bucky's features soften a smidge.

"I couldn't do it. I tried to get myself into it, into her. Both figuratively and literally." He laughs at his own joke, "but no part of me wanted to spend time with her over you. All I could think about was you. The entire date, I was thinking about what you were doing. What you were thinking about. You're all that takes up my mind these days. It kills me, not being around you when you're gone. I wish I could express to you how much I love you, but there aren't any words that could explain the extent of my feelings for you, Y/N. All I can really say is that I love you. You're my best friend. I can't think of anyone else who has the same effect on me that you have."

All you can think of you when you hear those words is the pounding in your chest and the fluttering in your lungs.

A wet, snotty smile crosses your face and you let out a garbled laugh.

"You love me?" Your hands slide up his chest to his shoulders, fingers grasping onto them.

"For as long as I can remember, honey. You're everything to me. The stars, the moon, the sky. It's all you." He returns the same smile, large thumbs caressing under your eyes to swipe at the fallen tears at his admission. "Do you love me?"

The way he asks you the question makes it sound so minuscule, so minute and almost childish, because you think he knows the answer.

"I do. I love you so much that I can't even think properly when I'm around you, Bucky. You take up every inch of my heart and my mind. I love you." You confess, the words spilling out of you like they belonged to him.

The grin that stretches across his cheeks is almost unreal, like a cartoon character. You could practically see the hearts in his eyes at your words.

The kiss that he molds upon your lips with his own steals all the air out of your lungs, and while one of your hands threads through his soft locks at the nape of his neck and your eyes fall shut, the other slides down to his chest, resting right over his heart.

You feel it against your palm and fingers, the pounding of the organ at the feeling of finally kissing you.

You wish he could feel yours, equally as loud and obvious.

His own hands are cradling your cheeks ever so gently, but the way he's kissing you is anything but. It was full of want, need, yearning. Everything you’ve been waiting for for months, finally being released in this moment.

When he finally pulls away for air, your eyes remain closed. You never wanted this moment to end, and if you opened your eyes now, you're afraid you'll wake and this will all be a cruel dream.

"Let me see those eyes, sweetheart." He mumbles and you can almost feel the words against your lips.

When your eyes peel open again almost drowsily, Bucky's smile is all you see. His nose is still brushing against yours, and you feel weak in the knees all over again at the proximity.

"I love you. And you love me. You know what that means?" He says.

"What?" Is all you can muster to reply at the moment.

"It means I owe those two bozos at home an apology and a beer, probably."

The laugh that escapes you lights him up inside, the sound being his favorite thing in the world. If he could make you laugh forever, he'd die a happy man.

"They knew this whole time, y'know? They actually confronted me about it. I didn't even tell them first. I guess I was just that obvious." You laugh at the memory, Bucky fondly smiling.

"I expect nothing less from them. You should've seen Sam before I left last night. Acting like he was your dad or something." Bucky's large arms come to wrap around you, holding you against his body.

"Oh, I wouldn't wanna be on side of Sam's attitude. I'm glad you made it out alive." You giggle once more, arms looping around his neck.

"Now when we go back I'm gonna have to face the 'I told you so's' from them. Kill me now." He rolls his eyes at the thought.

"Well, if they kill you now, you wouldn't be able to take me out to dinner tomorrow night." You tell him coyly, like the idea was already put in place.

"Huh, seems like you're right, honey. Couldn't leave my one and only girl hanging."

Bucky finally releases you from his hold- not that you wanted to be released of it- and walks towards the stairwell to head back down.

"C'mon. We've got a movie and ice cream waiting for us at home, sweetheart." He holds out his hand, and you don't hesitate to leap forward and grab it in your own.

"Let's go, Buck. I have lots to tell you about my shift last night."

"Oh, I'm sure the night shift was just riveting." He laughs as he leads you down the steps.

"Yeah, well all I could really think about was you being on a date with that girl, so yeah, maybe not the most pleasant time to have all night to yourself." You scoff.

"Well, you're never gonna have to worry about that again, will you?" He steals another peck from your lips, the blush creeping across your face at the gesture.

"I suppose not, no."

fin.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fic #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes one shot #mimimi hey guys sorry it's been literally like a decade since i've posted real content but HERE SHE IS !!!

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the-offside-rule · 1 year

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Lando Norris (McLaren) - Pizza Delivery

Requested: yes

Warnings: nope

Y/n sat reading through her notes in her parent's house. She had a big exam coming up soon and she had been doing nothing but studying and she was sating with her parents due to her learning being online now. "Y/n? We'll be back soon. We're just going to the shops." Your mother announced. "And we'll be back if I'm lucky." your dad muttered earning a glare from your mother. "That's fine. See you later then." She replied not even turning her head from her book. "Don't forget to eat darling. You haven't even left that seat." Y/n just blocked the noise out and continued on studying by herself. It had been a good hour or so when she was torn from her thoughts by the doorbell ringing. She let out a loud groan and walked towards the door to open it, only to be confronted by a pizza delivery guy. She looked down confused and realised he probably messed up the addresses. "Oh, I didn't order a pizza."she said politely. "For Lando Norris, he doesn't live here?" the delivery guys asked. Y/n shook her head. "Nope." she said popping the 'p'. "Well I have to leave it somewhere." He said handing it over. "Fine, that's fine. I'll just...ask around for where this Lando guys lives then." she said. "Thanks miss."

Y/n called their neighbour and asked who Lando was. She was given a few suggestive answers, almost as if she knew who this Lando person was but she shrugged it off. She had to get back to studying quickly, no time to waste. She eventually found out it was the guy to their left so she grabbed a jumper and put it on before walking out to go to the mystery person's house. She knocked on the door a few times and waited patiently for him to answer. He seemed to be taking a long time but he eventually answered. "Oh hi there." A brunette boy said opening the door. She practically swooped, even though she didn't entirely know in that moment. His green eyes were gorgeous, that much she figured. "Oh hi. I'm your neighbour to your right and well your pizza was delivered to my house by mistake." she explained trying to keep the stuttering to a minimum. Lando watched her, taking in all her features. She was quite pretty and she seemed like a very nice girl but he'd never met her before, never even seen her around. Maybe she was new.

"But anyway, I guess I'll be off. Enjoy your pizza." Y/n smiled before turning around to leave, only to be called back by Lando. "Wait, I can't possibly eat this whole pizza by myself. How about you come in and maybe have a slice yourself?" She had to study but before she realised what she was doing, she nodded her head and accepted the offer. She sat down and the pair started talking for ages, both had forgotten whatever plans they once had and the time for that matter. She looked around and saw multtiplee different helmets and then came the conversation about him being a driver. "It must be so cool going around to all these different places and just driving." She smiled. "It's amazing, I really love doing it." he replied. "What about you? What do you do?"

"You're a racing driver, I'm sure you have a lot more interesting things to talk about than asking what I do." she chuckled. "Yeah but, I'd like to get to know my neighbour a bit better." Her heart fluttered. What.the.fuck. What a gentleman! "Oh well, I study physiotherapy in-" she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. Without even looking at the ID, she picked it up. "Hello?" she chirped. "Y/n! Where are you?! We're worried sick!" She realised she was meant to be at home, she was meant to be studying. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry! I'll be back, I just went for a walk." She hung up and quickly stood up. "I'm so sorry to cut this short but I have ton get home. It was lovely meeting you though." Lando stood up and walked her to the door. "Yeah, dont worry about it." he said opening it for her. "Maybe we could continue our conversation some other time." she said. "I'd love to, just call around anytime after four. I'll probably be at home by then." Y/n and nodded. "Will do. See you around Lando!" she said walking away. "See ya!"

Once she got out of his driveway, she began sprinting back to her house, nearly falling multiple times too. She finally got to her house and basically crashed through the door. "I'm back!" she announced, trying to make it sound like she wasn't just out of breath. "Where the hell were you?" her mother asked taking her coat from her. "I just went for a walk down the street." she lied. Her mother gave her an unamused look. "What?" she asked confused. "Y/n, can a tree move by its own free will?" she shook her head. "Can it write?" she shook her head again. "Then I doubt a tree left you their phone number in your pocket." Her face went red as she saw a piece of paper come out of her pocket and in her mother's hand. She snatched and scrunched it up. "It's about time you tried to get a boyfriend though." She laughed walking away. "He's not my boyfriend! He's a neighbour!" she retaliated and let out a loud sigh. "Fuck sake." she muttered before opening up the piece of paper and smiling at thee message.

Here's my number in case you ever want to stop by and do a pizza delivery again

-Lando

#f1 #lando norris #lando norris imagines #lando norris x you #lando norris x y/n #lando norris x reader

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abybweisse · 10 months

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Hello there, I have been going around asking a few media analysts/theorists the same (albiet kinda contreversial??) question.

soooo i think the likelyhood of Sebas eating o!ciel's soul is hella likely towards the end of the series.

and although i think this isn't a bad ending, i am TERREFIED over how it will play out visually.

In the black butler live-action movie, Sebas kisses our earl in order to eat his soul, and in the end of the season 1 anime, a similar implication was shown.

I mean, I know we can't exactly conclude what scene Yana will draw out for us or even the solid conclusion in general, but do you believe that visually, a "kiss" between both characters will be shown in the manga?

Personally, I would be utterly dissapointed to follow a manga for so long for it to show a whole minor and adult kissing, even if it isn't romantic, because people will interpret it the wrong way (s*baciel shippers) or just be justifably uncomfortable by it (normal kuro fans).

have a nice day!

How will/would Sebastian collect our earl's soul?

Well, keep in mind that the live action movie doesn't even have "Ciel" in it. It's Sebastian brought back to the human realm by a female direct descendant of "Ciel", suggesting that "Ciel" lives to be old enough to have kids. It's implied that Undertaker is out of the picture by now, as the somewhat steampunk reaper is no one we've met before.

In the downright horrible adaptation, everyone in the future, by then, is now Japanese. The girl has to deal with situations that are ridiculously similar to her ancestor's ordeals. Basically, it was like... a way to have that kiss without both characters (or actors) being male, as if that made the age difference no longer relevant. Age of consent in Japan is rather low (like 13?), but still. And they work-in the idea that she has to dress as a boy to be taken seriously by others (and get her inheritance?), just like our earl thinks he has to pretend to be his older twin. This gives those shippers something to work with, despite the fact it's a female actor and a female character.

However, in s1 of the anime, Sebastian does look like he's about to go in for the kiss of death. That's not necessarily what he's about to do -- he might just get close to our earl's face and literally (and not sexually) suck out his soul. Like... we might see his soul physically ripped from his body and passing through the air from one to the other. But, again, fan service prevails in the anime, so they stop right before Sebastian begins to feed... leaving the intended next move to the imaginations of the viewers.

What worries me is the fact the manga series is also chock full of fan service for shippers. I'm hoping it's a "rip his soul out" scene without locked lips, though I expect their faces to get close, as they have before several times throughout the series.

Chronologically, we have this scene (drawn twice) from ch138 and ch139, depicting when they first made the contract. He gets right into his face (and upside down) when discussing payment.

Then ch62, the infamous bath scene shortly after Phantomhive Manor is restored.

And ch147, just after our earl destroys a roast duck.

There have been other occasions, I'm sure, but these are three very memorable ones... and two are about eating.

It's interesting to note that the only time we've seen Sebastian approach our earl's face upside down (so far) is when clarifying the terms of his payment once the contract is completed.

I would like to see something similarly creepy (like upside down) when it's time to collect that payment... if their faces even have to get close. Reapers collect souls without getting close to faces. Then again, they use special tools and don't eat the souls. However, I imagine that demons don't necessarily have to remove souls through the mouth/nose, either, if they don't want to.

Sebastian, being the "perverted gourmet" that Yana-san calls him, is likely to choose a method that adds some garnishing touch to his meal. I honestly can't say what that might be, other than doing something that brings forth certain emotions (from the master) that enhance the flavors he seeks.

I sure hope that's not kissing.

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lilmissfanfic · 2 months

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One sided love

Adam x Reader Spencer x reader

Warning, old story please take my work.

I ran toward the police station. I had gotten a call from Adam, that he and Juila were being held for questioning about the murder he saw. They believed he might have been more involved but I know that's true.

Adam is my boyfriend for 3 years. I know he would never hurt anybody on purpose. He is so sweet an caring. He can be a very protective over the people he's close to but that's just because of his past. But this situation however traumatizing him. He can't sleep at night after what he saw.

He doesn't like talking about it so I don't push it. But I can't help but worry when he toss and turns throughout the night. Then around 5 am he gets up and sits outside.

I walked in and notice Adam signing some papers before he turned around and sighed in relief to see me. "Baby doll" He said rushing towards me into a lifting me in his arms and held me tightly and close. I sighed with my arms around his neck and my head burried in his sholder"I am so sorry, baby" He said, kissing my head

"It's okay, as long as your okay" I said. His eyes looked at me with adoration in his eyes. He pulls me for a hug once more

"It's okay, baby girl. I'm right here, baby. I'm not leaving you." He let me go and took my hand, walking towards the desk while he finished the paperwork.

"Hi" I said to Julia. Standing on the other side of me. She looked at me then smiled

"Hey, you" Julia said and I gave her a friendly smile. She finished the last thing before turning to me and leaned down to my level.

She pushed the hair out of my face even though I don't like being touched. "everything's going to be just fine, okay? don't worry your sweet little head. Bubbs and I have made sure everything is under control" she said and I nodded.

I looked down at my shoes. I knew they weren't going to tell me much. They didn't want me to worry or get involved. But sometimes it makes me feel like I'm not good enough. They have a very strong relationship and I know they have secrets between each other but they won't ever tell me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when Adam put his arm around my shoulder.

"My precious girl" Adam says before kissing my head and I relax but also blush at my nickname.

"excuse me, I'm sorry to interrupt" a man said. We turned and looked at him. He was tall, with brown hair and eyes. He was dressed well sophiscated but wore a concern look on his face. He then leaned to my level.

"Hi, I'm Dr. Spencer Reid. What's your name?" He said calmly. I look towards Adam as he looked cautiously towards him but then looked down at me. He nodded

"My names Gracie" I said

"Well it's nice to meet you, Gracie. I was wondering if I could talk to you privately about this situation. If that's okay with you two?" He asked. I nodded. I then looked at Adam again. He had a slight glare towards the Dr. and held me a bit tighter.

"bubbs?" I asked and he looked at me calmly before nodding once more before letting go. Spencer held out his hand which I took hesistantly before we walked away. I looked back as Adam had a concern look on his face but Julia pulled him away.

I was guided into a interrogation room. Their was a table with a chair on each side. I looked at the Dr. and he shut the door before motioning for me to sit in the chair. It was metal so it was cold and hard. I was honestly nervous. My hands were shaking and I was figety. What if I say something wrong? am I in trouble?

"your okay. Just relax. it'll be just a few question, okay?" He said sitting down in front of me. I sighed before nodding

"How long have you known Adam and Julia?"

"W-Well I met Adam about Five years ago.."

"How did you met?"

"Well.. I was in collage and some classmates dragged me along to a party at the hotel."

"Were the classmates not your friends?" I shook my head

"No, they were only friends with me out of pity. Also since I was one of the only undergrads it was no surprise when people tried to be my friend so they can later ask me to help them with their homework or last minute projects. It wasn't until one of their on and off again boyfriends tried to attempt to force with me, they all stopped talking to me"

"Attempted?" I sighed but remain quiet "What happen, Gracie?"

Tears began in my eyes but I took a deep breath "He attempted to suduce me but I said no. h-he.. Drugged my drink.. then tried to take me to the bathroom. Luckily, Adam interfered. While my so-called friends were drunk of there ass so Adam took me home and made sure I was okay."

"What about Julia?"

"I met her the first time I visited Adam at work."

"Was she nice to you?"

"At first.. sort of.. but eventually when she got to know the real me she became really nice to me."

"What do you mean by sort of?" He asked but I stayed quiet

"Gracie, can you tell me more about Adam."

"W-well he's my boyfriend for about three years now."

"Has he ever harmed you?"

"What? N-no never."

"What about for someone else?" He asked and I looked up at him

#criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #jackson rathbone

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this percy and piper situationship is so funny lol. i feel like percy is willfully ignorant about a lot of things so when piper begins getting territorial she may be like huh wonder she's in a mood and go back to dueling with jason. piper would def call her like a whore or something but like no one in camp would agree with her. piper and octavian are shittalkers fr.

like i don't think it would register to percy that this random piper girl is into a boy she just met or that there is a problem with percy and jason's friendship.

also like i lowkey do want to see percy and jason butt heads more. just like with earlier scenes with thalia, jason is also the one of the very few demigods that are able to even compete with percy. like we obvi knows who wins, but their almost-battles have sm tension!!

i also think piper would have a insecurity complex against percy bc she beats the whole pretty feminine girly that's evil and weak trope. like piper's quirky haircut and natural beauty can't compare to percy's effortless bombshell looks (like come on, girl's a victoria secret angel). percy's waters trumps charmspeak anyday and even her mom likes percy waaay more. also, like piper is not very nice and rude a lot of the time but percy is kind, sarcastic, and adorable. percy's also the pretty but doesn't know/acknowledge it which i'm sure infuriates piper bc it's her thing. percy's more well-loved, experienced, and like the greatest swordsmen of her time so piper can't just fight for victory or intimidate her either.

in all, piper can't compete. she also can't do much to percy either except being a bitch. (i also loved ur characterization of drew in the essie book and i'm looking forward to meeting her in act 4).

percy would totally be like "omg what's her damage" every time piper acts cuckoo, but eventually she'd start to see the red flags due to her experience with.... you know.... her yanderes.

THANKFULLY, piper's not god-level crazy like her yanderes, but percy would genuinely start to worry about jason because of her own experience which is why i don't think i can go with the percy vs jason butting heads route 😔

but yes ur definitely right about insecurity piper will feel. if percy was a dude, piper wouldn't care much about him at all because jason's cooler to her, but piper's internalized misogyny is gonna get triggered so bad since percy's a girl in my fic 😭😭😭

"even her mom likes percy waaay more" LMAO THIS KILLED ME 💀 (but ur right tho 🤭)

(also, just to add a little correction, percy DEFINITELY knows she's hot lmao 😭😭 she's grateful for the massive glow-up 🙏 it almost makes up for the constant trauma she's forced to go through)

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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moonysimp · 1 year

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i've got my eye on you –pedri

pedri and gavi met y/n and they both have a crush on her, pedri decides to step aside and let his best friend go after her. but turns out things are not as simple as that.

all pedri could think about was that girl he had just met. his friend laura had came by his house to return something she had borrowed from pedri and she had brought a friend with her. y/n was by far the prettiest girl he had laid eyes on. he had asked them to come in and have a drink with him and gavi, who was also at his house. gavi had introduced himself to y/n, and also invited her and laura to come him but the girls couldn't stay so they left. and that what all it took for pedri to have y/n constantly in his head for the rest of the day.

what he didn't know was that the same thing was happening to gavi.

"look man im pretty sure i fell in love at first sight", gavi said in the car, while pedri drove him to his place.

pedri laughed, "well that's the first time ive heard you say that"

"i know, i don't usually say this but you know the girl that was with laura today? y/n? ive been thinking about her all day" , gavi brought his hands to his face, embarrassed.

pedri's stomach sank. okay, they both thought y/n was a pretty girl, nothing was wrong with that. but he had never ever heard gavi -who was never seriously interested in any girl- speak like that about anyone.

"she is beautiful, the most beautiful girl ive seen, and she also seemed pretty sweet", gavi said looking at his best friend. "you gotta invite laura to hang out, and tell her to bring y/n"

pedri laughed again. "okay, lover boy." he tried to wipe y/n's pretty smile off his mind. gavi was interested in her, and he was like his little brother, he couldn't be in the way, no matter how much he thought of y/n. he wouldn't let his attraction to her go any further.

...

"im gonna ask you a favor, and it's one that you'll probably like", laura said wiggling her eyebrows and entering your room.

"what is it?", you asked smiling, knowing nothing your roomie could be planning would be good.

"i know you have to go out today to buy some food so on your way here could you please give this to pedri? he left this sweater here forever ago and now he wants it back for whatever reason", she said. "you know where his place is, i'll let him know you're the one going because i am busy."

"laura you are NOT busy", you said giving her a judgy look.

"i know but im in my pajamas and i don't want to get changed", she whined, "besides you can see your new crush."

you threw her your pillow, "oh my god i only said that he was really cute shut up!!"

"same thing darling", she winked at you, "but please i'm being serious, would you do it?"

you were actually excited to see pedri again so you couldn't say no to her.

you remembered where he lived since you had met him about a week ago, you got to his front door and knocked.

"hi, y/n", pedri said with a smile.

"hey", you replied, "i brought your sweater", you handed it to him awkwardly.

he thanked you and before he could really think it through he said, "do you want to come in and have a drink?" he knew he shouldn't, but he had been thinking about you for days and now that you were here he couldn't resist to try yo make you stay a little longer.

you said yes, maybe even a little too quickly but you were a bit nervous so you just blurted it out.

and just like that you spent all afternoon talking, to be fair time went faster when pedri was with you. even though he was quite shy for a football player, you two seemed to connect and conversation would flow easily. you told him how you had met laura and he told you how she and him were friends since they were little.

"wow i should probably get going, surely lau is wondering where i am", you chuckled.

"yeah no worries", pedri said standing up, and he accompanied you to the door. "it was... very nice talking to you", he couldn't help to say it, he had loved every minute of it, getting to know you a bit more. just as friends, of course, he kept repeating that to himself.

you blushed a little and you heart started beating faster. "i feel the same way", you smiled at him.

he opened the door for you, "see you soon, y/n"

you remembered that barcelona was going to play tomorrow so before courage left you, you leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, "good luck on the match tomorrow", you said and giving him a little smile, you turned in your heels and left.

pedri closed the door and let out a sigh. he really wished that gavi suddenly had forgotten about his crush on you because the last thing he wanted to do was stay away from you.

two weeks had passed and now laura, gavi, pedri and you were sitting together. the four of you had been all day planning fer's birthday surprise, the birthday of pedri's brother was in 3 days and even though he would spend most of the day working, pedri wanted to surprise him with a little something when he got home. and so, he had asked laura to help him organize everything, and to bring y/n along because 4 minds thought more than just 3. and of course, he really wanted to see you again.

"should we get some food? or just a cake and some drinks?", gavi asked.

"well i know we can get a bunch of free bananas from pedri, count that as the first thing ready for the party", you joked and he laughed, your eyes finding his immediately. you loved his smile. whenever you two shared a smile, or a look, you felt like everybody else disappeared from the room, only the two of you remaining present.

he felt it too, like you were the only one there with him, and his heart couldn't help to beat faster. but then reality would hit him, and he would hear gavi's voice asking you something, trying to make conversation, and he would look the other way. because it was not right.

gavi hadn't forgotten about his crush on you and in fact, he had told him that he would ask you the day of the party to go out on a date with him. so pedri had decided to step aside because his best friend liked you, and he couldn't do that him, no matter how he felt towards you.

the party was here and even when pedri invited only a couple of people, the place was crowded and he didn't know how that had happened. he went to get a drink to the kitchen and on his way back to the backyard he found gavi eagerly talking to you. he paused and stayed there, watching the two of you from a distance. gavi was probably asking you out right now. he turned and went looking for his brother.

you felt very weird. you arrived to the party with laura, and quickly found gavi with who you started talking. he introduced you to some of his teammates from the club who had attended to the party, you thought it was really sweet of him. but, you couldn't find pedri, and you found that really weird.

"im gonna find something to drink", you said to gavi.

"oh if you want i can bring it for you", he offered smiling.

"oh don't worry i'll be quick", you said and went inside the house, heading to the kitchen, you opened the door and there you found pedri. you couldn't help but to smile. "well hello, i finally found you"

"hey", god you looked gorgeous tonight, he thought. he really needed to stay away. "have you seen fer? im looking for him"

"yeah he's talking to one of your teammates", and you hadn't finished when he rushed past you, murmuring a "thanks"

the night was really different from what you had expected. from pedri being far away from you for a reason you couldn't comprehend, to gavi looking nervous and then asking you to go on a date with him, and you awkwardly telling him that you saw him as a friend and that you actually liked someone else. after the party ended, you stayed to go talk to pedri.

he was in the kitchen, yet again. "did i do something?", you asked, his behavior was hurting you, why would he act distant so suddenly?

"what do you mean?", he acted he really didn't know what you were talking about.

"you've been avoiding me all night, don't act like you haven't realized that"

he closed his eyes and swallowed hard. "it's for the better", he murmured.

"what is that supposed to mean?", you furrowed your brows, you were getting angry by all of this confusing conversation.

"did gavi left?", he asked you suddenly, completely changing the topic.

"i don't know and i don't care, pedri", you said truthfully, all you cared about was the boy in front of you.

that threw him out of balance, and he realized that you both had taken steps throughout the conversation and now were face to face. "didn't he... ask you out?", now he furrowed his eyebrows. he had stayed away from you all night because his friend was gonna shoot his shot with you.

"he did, and i said no", why would he care about that? it was obvious that you didn't have eyes for anyone else but for pedri.

his eyes widened and he couldn't help but to ask, "why?"

you gave in, you placed your hand on the side of his neck and leaned in to kiss him tenderly. he kissed you back and his hands found your waist. he felt like he was dreaming. you broke the kiss smiling and slight shaking your head, "you're the reason why"

everything clicked then, and he understood that it didn't matter if he stayed away, it didn't matter if he looked the other way, because it wouldn't change the way you felt about each other. he pulled you to him and kissed you again. this one being very different from the one moments ago. it was the kind of kiss that left you breathless, the kind that left you spinning. the type of kiss that made you feel like you were the only two people on earth.

but you weren't.

"you son of a bitch", you heard. you both separated from each other and turned to the kitchen door. gavi stood there, his jaw clenched.

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part 2

#pedri gonzalez #pedri #fanfic #football #fc barcelona #gavi

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blueraineshadows · 10 months

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Are you still taking requests? Can we have some soft Leander x f!MC? Love your fic btw!

Thank you for the love 💜

I do take requests, my inbox is open ✨️

Leander Prewett x F!MC - fluff ♥️

This is following on from The Value of Kindness when Leander was sweet to MC after he found her crying.

A high breeze ruffled his hair as Leander entered the Owlery, letter in hand. He whistled for the gentle barn owl and it landed on his arm. "There you go, take this to mother for me," he said. He gave the bird an affectionate scratch under the chin before it took off into the breeze.

Garreth was waiting outside for him on the steps, picking at a scorch mark on the cuff of his jumper. Leander raised an eyebrow. "Not another ruined jumper, your mum is going to tear you a new one," he said.

Garreth just shrugged and smiled. "I'm going to try and mend this one, it should work this time," he said. "I still haven't told my mum about the one I accidently disintegrated."

They began the long descent back towards school. Leander was hungry and wanted to get to the hall for lunch before heading to the library. He wasn't sure his notes for the upcoming Herbology exam were up to scratch. He smiled to himself, looking forward to this particular study session.

Garreth gave him a knowing grin. "What's that look for, Lee? Wouldn't have anything to do with a certain school hero would it?"

"Might do," he said, coyly. It was hard not to feel good about the amount of time he had been spending with MC lately. Ever since the day he had leant her his handkerchief, she had been rather friendly. "I'm meeting her after lunch to study."

"Studying? Hmm, nothing else?" Garreth asked. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Have you asked her out on a date yet?"

"No, it's not like that," he said, shaking his head. "We're just friends."

Not that he wouldn't want to, of course. MC was so pretty, and she had a lovely smile. She was smart too, studying with her was easy, fun. She wasn't afraid to delve into difficult questions and find the answers, or debate them out. He could see why she got on so well with Sallow, they had similar ways of thinking.

"You should ask her," Garreth said. "Just see if she wants to go to Hogsmeade, or maybe take a walk outside of the grounds. Get away from the castle for a bit, you never know what may happen. It might be nice to spend time with her alone, you know, just you two."

The very idea of being alone with MC made his neck feel hot. He wasn't so experienced about matters of the heart, or the physical side of it either. He could certainly look, and admire the way a girl moved, or smiled. It always brought a flush to his face when he watched MC duel. She was intoxicating when she got all worked up and fiery, shooting spells across the room in Crossed Wands. She was a formidable opponent.

When it came to the idea of touching her though, he had serious butterflies in his stomach. Just thinking about it right now was starting them off. The anxiety a whole afternoon alone with her might set off made him wonder if he could do it. How would he even ask her? Gods, she might laugh and say no even!

Maybe that would be a relief. At least he wouldn't have to worry about getting so flustered over her.

Nonsense. He was getting to like her company too much to stop now. Why else was he in a hurry to get to lunch? The thought of seeing her was setting his butterflies off pleasantly.

....*....

He could feel eyes on him, that strange sense of just knowing that someone was looking at you. He paused with his reading and looked up. MC had her elbows on the table, one hand supporting her chin, the other pressing her quill to her lips. Her eyes were on him, and her mouth twitched up into a smile when he met her gaze.

He gave a quick glance at the open texts around them before meeting her gaze once more. "What?"

Her smile widened. "You have a habit of biting your lip when you read," she said. "It's cute."

"Cute?" He stared at her, confused. He could feel the beginnings of a blush. She had been watching him.

She nodded. "Very cute." Her eyes flicked down to his lips and she smirked. She tucked some hair behind her ear and pulled her book a little closer, looking down at it, the smirk lingering on her lips.

He turned to gaze across the library, but not actually looking at anything, trying to process what she had said. What did that mean? He brushed fingers self-consciously across his mouth and tried to refocus on his book, but he was now too busy trying to not bite his lip. He glanced up at MC and she smiled without even looking his way, like she knew what he was doing.

She was teasing him.

Fighting the urge to grin, his stomach doing this weird little flip of delight, he returned to his book. He hesitated, and then gently pressed his teeth into his lower lip, his pulse subtly picking up speed.

"Oh, now you're just doing it on purpose," she said. She smacked her quill against his forearm.

He smothered a chuckle, glancing around to see if anyone was paying them any mind, but nobody was. He gave her a teasing look. "I'm sorry, I'm not distracting you now, am I? Perhaps you should be more focused on your book rather than staring at my mouth."

She twirled her quill in her fingers, eyebrows lifted. "What would you rather I paid attention to?"

His lips parted and he couldn't stop his flush, his neck burning just as hot as his face. "Wh...what?"

She giggled quietly, checking for eavesdropping herself. She leant even closer. "I can go back to my studying if you want, but it is rather boring and we've been here for a while now. Or..."

"Or?" He asked. He quite liked the sound of where this might be going, he tensed, waiting.

"We could find something else to do," she said. "You and me. What do you think?"

Oh, he was thinking a lot of things, most of them far too inappropriate to say in the middle of the library. Not that he would say them to her. She would probably slap his face and run for the door. But, gods, he couldn't help but think them.

"I think that sounds like a great idea," he said. He tapped his fingers nervously on the table top. "Did you have anything in mind?"

Her smile did amazing flippy things to his stomach.

....*....

She was holding his hand. It was incredibly distracting, it felt so bloody nice, the feel of her fingers wrapped around his. She was tugging him eagerly along the path, the soft dappled sunlight under the trees gradually disappearing until they were in the dark depths of the Forbidden Forest.

He kept asking where they were going, but she wouldn't say. When she had suggested sneaking off somewhere alone, this wasn't quite what he had imagined.

He glanced around into the shadowed depths of the trees. "You're not dragging me out here to tie me up and leave me here, are you?" There may, or may not, have been a twinge of nerves in that question.

She chuckled. "I wouldn't do that to you," she said. She threw a look over her shoulder, sinful and teasing. "Maybe not the leaving you here part anyway."

"What's got into you today?" He asked.

She suddenly stopped on the path and held up her hand to quiet him. He peered ahead, wondering what she had seen. His heart picked up the pace. There was a reason this forest was forbidden. She looked up at him and put her finger to her lips. He nodded.

She beckoned for him to follow, and she led him quietly behind some bushes, keeping low. She was very stealthy and lithe as she moved, he couldn't help but be impressed. It was more of a struggle for him, being so tall and gangly as he was.

They paused and she pulled him down beside her, still holding on to his hand. She pointed through the foliage and held her finger to her lips again. He looked at her, the eerie glow of the forest making her eyes gleam. He swallowed nervously and then peered through the leaves where she had pointed.

A soft gasp left his lips. Ahead, in a clearing, were three unicorns. His eyes widened as he took in the silky glow of their coats and their graceful necks. They were stunning. He had never seen one this close before, let alone three of them.

He felt her hand squeeze his gently, and he turned to her, another swift breath left him. Her face was closer, her eyes watching him and there was a soft smile on her lips. "Beautiful, aren't they?" She whispered.

"How did you know they would be here?" He whispered back.

"I've been checking in on them for a while," she said. "Poppy and I do it regularly to make sure no poachers harm them. I haven't told anyone that they are here, until now."

He met her gaze. "Why me?"

She studied him, her eyes glowing and warm. "Because I trust you, and I wanted to share them with you."

His heart felt like it stopped in his chest, and then it started thumping hard against his ribs, making him feel a little breathless. "Thank you," he said.

He inwardly cringed at how awkward that sounded. He looked back at the unicorns, touched that she had wanted to share this secret with him. He turned back to her, lips parted ready to say as much. "I...mmph!"

Her lips pressed against his, cutting him off. It was soft but firm, and over far too quickly if he was being honest. She pulled back a little, her eyes assessing for his reaction.

"Wow," he said. He took a shaky breath. "Unicorns and a kiss, all in one day. You're spoiling me!"

Her laugh was a smothered snuffle as she tried to keep quiet. She put a hesitant hand on his chest, her fingers toying with the edge of his robe. "Can I have another?" She asked, softly.

He looked down at her soft, sweet mouth. "You may have as many as you wish," he whispered.

As she kissed him again, he remembered what Garreth had said about getting her alone outside of the castle. He realised that he didn't feel anxious at all, and not even concerned that they were snogging in the creepy dark of the Forbidden Forest.

His heart was hammering for a whole other reason, a brilliant reason. He was with her, and it was all that mattered.

#hogwarts legacy fanfic #mc x leander prewett #leander prewett #leander prewett x mc #blueraineshadows #hogwarts legacy

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What about kook!reader who’s the nicest girl on the island she’s good friends with kid and jj has a crush on her so he gets nervous every time he sees her or she hangs out with them

Unexpected love

Pairing: JJ Maybank x kook!reader, Platonic!Pogues x kook!reader

Warnings: Nothing I can think of *(but correct me if I'm wrong please)*

Word count: 1.8k

A/N: I hope you meant Kie haha! Thanks for the request love, hope this is what you had in mind.

I'm so sorry for all the late updates, I've been struggling with writers block and I feel like everything I write is bad. Besides, English is not my main language so that makes it more difficult for me.

Keep sending me requests tho. I still love to write every change I get.

& Thanks for all the likes and reblogs I've received on my other posts in the meantime. I appreciate it and it means a lot to me ❤️

"You sure he is okay with me being there? He always ignores me", you said to Kie as you walked toward the chateau.

Earlier in the day, when Kie invited you to hang out with the Pogues, you were instantly excited. You haven't known them for very long, but you loved to spend time with them. Aside from that, you don't have many other friends. You live as a Kook, but you're actually a Pogue at heart, which doesn't make you very popular. You hated most Kooks, Kie being the only one who understood you. You soon became good friends with her and after a while, she introduced you to the rest of the Pogues.

"That's just JJ being JJ, don't worry about it. He needs a little more time to gain people's trust, but he'll come around soon", Kie reassured you.

You blushed while talking about the blond pogue. Your crush on the boy grew stronger by the day, even though he clearly shows no interest in you. It's not that he's mean to you, he just acts differently toward you than the rest of the Pogues. Like he's uncomfortable having you around. At first, you thought it had something to do with you being a Kook, but he was acting normal towards Sarah, so that couldn't be it.

JJ ignores you most of the time, but not because he doesn't like having you around or doesn't trust you as a Kook. No, it's completely the opposite. He ignores you because he is afraid of his feelings. He's not the type to fall for someone this quickly, but the moment Kie introduced you to him, he felt different. He wouldn't call it love at first sight, but it was definitely something. He didn't want to get you into his bed like all the other girls, well maybe he did, but he also wanted more. However, when you approached him to introduce yourself, JJ went into a complete blackout and could no longer form sentences. His normal flirty self wasn't there. So he stuck to a basic 'hey', but it came across as very rude. Like he didn't want you there. He hates the way he acts around you. Especially since you're being nothing but nice to him. You are the sweetest person he has ever met and he makes you feel unwanted just because he can't handle his feelings.

"I hope so"

Kie already knew there was something else going on with JJ. She started noticing the secret looks JJ gives you when you aren't looking and caught him stalking your Instagram page a few times. She's not going to tell you tho, that's up to JJ.

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Not much later, you and Kie walked to the porch of the Chateau where the rest of the Pogues were already in full conversation, though JJ was not in sight. You thought that was weird, wondering if it had anything to do with you coming here. Not knowing JJ went to the bathroom for the hundredth time this day because he was so nervous and had to 'take a piss' every 5 minutes, including checking every time if he still looked decent enough. You greeted everyone else and sat down when you heard footsteps coming from inside.

"Yo, what's up with th-", JJ said as he walked out of the Chateau, but stopped halfway through his sentence as soon as he met eyes with you. You smiled at him and greeted him kindly. He only mumbled something unintelligible, waved weakly, and quickly returned to his seat next to Pope. You could tell he was trying his best to avoid eye contact with you.

ouch, this hurts more than you thought

An uncomfortable silence followed. Everyone had noticed the uneasy scene between you and JJ. You glanced at Kie and she gave you an apologetic smile. She knew his act was bothering you.

After a few seconds, John B cleared his throat and continued the story he was telling before JJ interrupted him. Everyone else joined in except you. You zoned out, wondering again why the blond boy in front of you disliked you so much and how the hell you decided to fall for him. However, you snapped out of it when the boy in question suddenly stood up.

"I'm going to get more beer"

Not a minute later you also got up and announced that you had to use the bathroom. But what you really intended to do was to confront JJ. You've had enough of him ignoring you without having a reason. And if there was a reason behind it, you were ready to find out.

You walked into the Chateau and saw JJ looking in the fridge.

"Why do you ignore me?"

JJ was startled and jumped up a bit, not thinking you'd be behind him. He quickly pretended that he was meant to do that before answering nonchalantly.

"I'm not ignoring you"

"Yes, you are. Is it because I'm a kook? Or just annoying?"

"It's just because you're new. I need more time to get used to someone extra in this group. Don't take it so personally. It's not that big of a deal. Not everyone has to like you, you know"

JJ's words came out much more blunt than intended. Almost like he was mocking you for wanting everyone to like you. You nodded and bit your lip to avoid the tears coming up. You weren't used to people being harsh at you and you clearly couldn't handle it well.

"If you don't want me here just say so"

At this point, JJ saw the pain in your eyes. He figured you didn't like the way he treated you, but he never thought it would hurt you so much. This was never his intention. He hated seeing you like this. He hated himself for it. When he noticed you were ready to turn back around to go outside again, he exhaled nervously and quickly grabbed your hand to get your attention.

"Wait Y/n, let me explain please"

"What's to explain? You made it pretty clear you don't want me here"

You yanked your hand from his grasp and made your way to the door, only to be stopped abruptly when you nearly bumped into someone. That someone is JJ. He had quickly run ahead of you to stop you.

Your first reaction of being annoyed that he was in your way didn't make you realize how close the two of you were. You looked him in the eye and for the first time since you met him, he looked right back at you. As if he finally saw you. It gave you butterflies and made you forget that you were, in fact, angry at him. When JJ noticed your expression had changed, he knew he had to speak up.

"Please just listen"

By now you had become curious about what he had to say and you noticed he struggled with his words. Deciding to give him a chance to explain himself.

"Okay, I'll listen"

"Can we maybe sit down? That makes it easier for me", JJ chuckled nervously.

This was the first time JJ had spoken more than just a few words to you. It felt good to have his attention. You hoped that after this conversation, you could both forget the past and become friends. Although you still had a little hope for more.

Meanwhile, you and JJ had sat down on the couch, both at the very end on each side, leaving a lot of space in the middle, and JJ played nervously with his rings avoiding your gaze.

You waited for JJ to start talking while JJ waited for himself to get the courage to tell a girl for the first time that he had feelings for her. Actual feelings and not the usual 'I'm drunk and horny and I want to hook up with the first, possible girl I see' feelings. This was all new for him.

"I, uh- I want to apologize for how I've been acting around you", JJ started but you interrupted him quickly.

"Yeah, you really acted like a dick toward me"

But when he glanced in your direction and quietly told you to let him finish, you understood not to interrupt him anymore.

"Sorry," you laughed nervously. "go on"

"I know I made you feel unwanted and uncomfortable, and I'm truly sorry. And I know you feel like I don't like you and don't want you here, but I assure you I definitely don't feel that way. The way I act is because I don't really know how to behave around you. You make me feel things I'm not used to and I don't know how to deal with them. I like you Y/n. And that's a first for me. I've never felt this way for anyone and I think every time you were around my head just got errors because of the unknown feelings. I'm so sorry I hurt you because of it"

You frowned, confused if you had heard him correctly. The JJ Maybank had feelings for you?

"So you're telling me you acted like this because you like me?"

JJ nodded and let out a soft "yes" with a nervous laugh.

"Oh my god", was all you could say as you let yourself fall deeper into the couch. It made JJ feel insecure. He wanted to run to 'his' bedroom across the living room, pack his bags and move to Yucatan so he wouldn't have to deal with the pain of rejection. But as soon as he indeed planned to run away you finally spoke up.

"I can't believe I've tried so hard to ignore my feelings all this time. All because I thought you wouldn't like me in any way with the way you behaved towards me. I thought I was stupid enough to like someone who showed absolutely no interest in me"

"I'm sorry for making you feel-", JJ began but stopped when he realized what you were actually confessing. "Wait, so you like me too?"

"Sadly yes", you said teasingly with a big grin

"Oh shut up, like it's a bad thing to fall for this?", JJ reacted cockily while he pointed to himself and his body.

You started laughing which made JJ laugh too. He loved seeing you smile and he was finally the reason for it.

After a few seconds, JJ cleared his throat and became serious again. "So, can I take you on a date?"

"If you promise to talk more than 1 sentence and look me in the eye, I would love to go on a date with you"

JJ rolled his eyes playfully which made you laugh again.

"I promise Y/n"

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