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#i got feels and lets hope my dreams appreciate the food
nickfowlerrr · 8 months
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i never thought you’d happen to me - 2
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part one / part three
pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader
warnings: 18+ only. smut, fluff, bit of angst. time travel via magic. dad!bucky and mom!reader. steve x nat. some morally dubious homemade porn viewing 💀. if i’m missing anything that should be tagged, please lmk!
words: 6.7k
notes: this idea came from a prompt post i saw not too long ago and coincidentally fell into some bingo spots for my @the-slumberparty bingo card. fair warning: this is so completely self indulgent and a little trope overload lol but i had such a good time working on it and it was fun to write so who really cares 😌 thank you in advance for reading and reblogging! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. please let me know what you think!
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Back at the house, your house, you wander around the living room as Bucky sits on the tablet in the kitchen, consumed by whatever it is he's looking through.
You stop at the large bookshelf that's screwed into the wall, the picture frames all around catching your attention.
You smile at the baby pictures of the twins, admiring their tiny faces as you and Bucky each hold one, looking down at them like they were the only things in the world that mattered. You note how close you are to Bucky in the photo, practically in his lap as you lean into him.
Your eyes drift down the case before landing on a gorgeous shot, breathtaking, really.
You're in white, the elegant dress you don seemingly straight out of your dreams as you recline into Bucky who stands behind you, his arms around your waist as your hands cover his. You're smiling as he appears to be whispering something in your ear, a smile of his own evident as he does.
It's intimate and delicate and it seizes your heart as you can't seem to take your eyes off of it.
Your mind can't seem to make sense of it, though.
How do you get from here to there? How can you ever have this life? It seems so unreal.
Bucky can’t stand you more than half the time,  he's made that fact abundantly clear. So how the hell does he go from that to this? What changes? Why?
The sound of your name being called gets your attention as you wipe at your welling eyes. You hadn't noticed it happening, but you felt it when you finally blinked and looked away from the photo.
"Yeah?"
"My card is linked to this thing apparently, I was gonna order food."
"Okay," you breathe.
"What do you want?"
"I don't care. Whatever is fine," you brush off as you finally turn around and meet his eye. "I'm gonna shower."
He doesn't respond, but he doesn't take his eyes off of you either, watching you intently as you pass him and walk back to the room.
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You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. The car ride back to the house seemed longer without the twins there to distract you from your close proximity to Bucky. And being alone together once you finally got back, despite the huge space allotted to you in this house, still seemed stifling. There was a growing tension between you that was more than ready to break.
You weren’t unfamiliar with the feeling. 
It seemed to be ever present when you two were around each other and only intensified the longer you were alone with one another. 
As you began undressing, starting the water for your shower, your mind wandered to the last time you found yourself in such close quarters with him. 
You were both beyond exhausted when you’d gotten back to the tower after your mission. It hadn’t gone as smoothly as anyone would have hoped, but you got the job done, if not just a little worse for wear. 
You were leaning against the right side of the elevator, facing the door as Bucky stood closer to the left side, facing the same direction as you. It was quiet, and though your body was sore beyond belief, you mentally chided yourself for not just taking the stairs. You’d just finished giving him a piece of your mind after he made yet another unhelpful comment about how you could have easily avoided being flung down a flight of stairs earlier. 
Crazy as it might have seemed, receiving a play by play of every tiny misstep you’d taken after a mission as grueling as that one didn’t go over too well with you. Especially as you stood with bandaged ribs, miscellaneous cuts, bumps, and bruises all over your body, and what you were sure was a concussion causing the throbbing in your head. 
You closed your eyes as you let your head rest against the wall, one hand on the rail and the other holding your duffel. 
A sudden jerking had your eyes snapping open as you held tighter to the railing to keep your balance, the light above shutting off briefly before a dimmer one returned as the elevator completely stopped moving.
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you groused under your breath before sinking down to the floor in utter exhaustion. The elevator had been on the fritz since before you had even left for the mission last week, you assumed they would’ve gotten it fixed by the time you returned. Clearly you were wrong.
You watched as Bucky hit random buttons on the panel in front of him in a vain attempt to get the thing to move again. You wanted to say something snarky but just sighed exaggeratedly instead. After a moment, still no words spoken between either of you, Bucky took out his emergency phone and called for help.
You didn’t pay much attention to his conversation as the pressure in your head grew, but his next words caught your attention completely. 
“What the hell do you mean an hour?” he nearly growled into the phone. 
You couldn’t hear the other side of the conversation well but there were only so many people he could have called at this hour that would be able to help and the snicker that made its way through the line had you betting on Stark.
He hung up and chanced a glance to you, meeting your gaze. “Might be a while,” he huffed before looking away. 
He approached the doors of the elevator and you winced at the sound they emitted as he pulled them open slightly. He was greeted by nothing but the walls of the elevator shaft before he allowed the doors to close again. You watched as he checked the time on his phone before he sat down himself. You let your eyes shut again, your tiredness winning out in the quiet settling over you. It was maybe ten minutes later when you were rudely awoken by Bucky.
You were impressed with his bravery because you could still feel your irritation roiling off of you from your earlier exchange. Your eyes were still closed when you felt his fingers brush against the bruise on your jaw. 
“What?” you asked harshly, swatting his hand away from you as you shot daggers at him with your glare.
“Considering how often you find yourself in the med bay, you’d think you’d know the basics of what not to do when it comes to head trauma.” 
“Jesus Christ, you just never fucking stop, do you,” you huffed before snapping completely. “I get it, Bucky, okay? I’m a fuck up, I’m reckless and careless and I don’t think before I act, is that what you wanna hear? Are you happy now? I admit it! I’m everything you say I am. But at the end of the day, I have never put you or anyone else in harm’s way. And just a reminder, I got the files and took out everyone I needed to along the way by myself. So I don’t know, maybe give me a little fucking credit for once,” you raged, the pain in your body only adding to your anger.
“This isn’t about me or the mission getting done or anyone else,” he fired back, his tone catching you off guard, though you refused to show it, “I’m never worried about any of that. But you are careless. Look at you! You put yourself in needless danger over and over again, and yeah, it pisses me off. You always end up hurt when you never should have been in the position to get hurt to begin with. You think I enjoy seeing you like this? I’m your partner, I’m the one who’s supposed to have your back and yet every assignment, you continue to go out of your way to make it damn near impossible for me to do.”
“Your job isn’t to keep me from getting hurt,” you deflected, not wanting to focus on the way his words were making you feel as you flicked your eyes away from his burning blue ones. It was too confusing. A mix of care and chastation you were having trouble processing at once. 
“And yours isn’t to get killed in some pathetic attempt to prove yourself,” he shot back before his tone quieted significantly. “You have nothing to prove,” he finished. 
Your gaze softened at that, a sense of embarrassment coming over you at how clearly he saw through you; The simultaneous feeling of validation his last words offered had the previous tension you felt in your anger lightening before you let your eyes slowly return to his.
There was a thick silence between you as you looked at one another, nothing but your slowing breaths to be heard. His gaze wasn’t as harsh now, but it still took a lot out of you to hold it. The intensity his eyes held was unmatched. You hadn’t realized before, how much closer he had gotten to you, but it was evident now as you nearly felt yourself buzzing - suddenly all too aware of everything in the confined void you’d found yourselves in. 
And then, you couldn’t say why or how, but you found your eyes falling to his lips. A stuttered breath leaving you as inadvertently leaned in a bit closer to him. 
That wasn’t you, though, you’d realized after a split second, one hand reaching up to hold the rail. 
The elevator jolted a bit as it began to move again, only a few seconds passing before the ding signaling its arrival at the top floor sounded. You were still looking at one another, maybe more intensely than you’d realized, when the doors slid open.
“Uh-oh, did I interrupt something? Let me guess, lover’s quarrel?”
Your gaze quickly turned into a glare as you both turned to see Tony waiting at the doors for you.
You rolled your eyes and got up as quickly as you could, trying to hide your winces of pain as you did. 
“Fuck off,” you said as you brushed past him.
“Is that your catchphrase now?” he called after you, “Ya know, I like it, it suits you.”
You remember how embarrassed you were after that night, praying that Bucky hadn’t noticed where your eyes had drifted to, or if he did that he’d have the decency to pretend he hadn’t. You’d chalked it up to a moment of weakness. You weren’t stupid enough to expect him to return your (very well kept to yourself) feelings. You never expected anything out of him, and honestly you’d been trying to shake them yourself since you’d been partnered up. You avoided him for a good week straight after that night, and neither of you has brought it up since.
Even now, you could pretend all you wanted that those feelings didn’t exist, but deep down, you knew they were alive and well. And clearly, as you looked again at the picture of you and Bucky sitting on the bedside table, it wasn’t something you could believably go on denying much longer.
The shower helped. Kind of. You feel better physically, but your mind is still dead set on trying to figure out the future. You take your time drying off and getting into a clean pair of pajamas while Bucky waits in the kitchen.
He's scrolling through every app he can, trying to piece together his future as it stands. And if he's being honest, trying to figure out how the hell he was able to get you to stop hating him. How he was able to get you to fall in love with him..
He opens up the photo library, grinning as he sees photo after photo of the twins, and some family photos, pictures of you, pictures of him, intermingled in.
He backs out of the gallery and scrolls down mindlessly through the albums. His eyes land on the "Hidden" tab and he clicks on it without too much thought, his face unlocking it and granting him access.
His eyes go wide, his mouth goes dry at the images that liter the screen. 
He should close out, look away, something, but he doesn't. The scandalous photos grab him and he just can't. One icon in particular catches his eye and he clicks on it without thinking, the video playing instantly.
He watches the screen intently, hunching over the tablet as he holds it tightly in his hands. Sees himself leave from in front of the camera, his movement revealing you as you wait for him on your bed. You're peering up at him attentively as he approaches you before you spare a glance to the camera and then back to him. A soft smirk playing on your lips as he towers over you, causing you to look up further and further as you recline until you’re on your back. 
“Hi,” you simper breathily, earning a smirk from him in return.
“Hi,” he breathed, leaning ever closer.
He watches as you scoot back on the bed and he follows you, his hands tracing down your curves, fingers playing with the material of your lingerie before he drops his head and begins trailing kisses from the softness of your stomach, up your sternum and along your neck before finally your lips meet.
Bucky is completely enraptured in the scene playing out before his very eyes. He’s sitting here feeling jealous of himself as you run your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer to you before you bring a leg up around his hip, arching your body into his own.
It’s sensual at first but you both seem to grow impatient quickly as your kissing heats up and becomes more and more hungry. 
Finally, you slip a hand down and tug at the waistband of his boxers until he pulls away. 
Bucky can see your face perfectly, your eyes are dark as you push yourself up onto your forearms, watching him.
Instead of ridding himself of his boxers right away, he slowly, teasingly drags your silky underwear down your thick thighs as you watch him with heavy eyes, your legs spread just for him.
“Look at the camera,” he hears his own voice command.
Your eyes flick from him to the lens as Bucky swallows thickly, still completely unable to look anywhere but you. 
You gasp suddenly as he quickly buries his face between your thighs, your fingers tightening in his hair as your head lolls back some. Your soft moans begin tumbling past your lips as he focuses his attention solely on you, devoted and unrelenting as you mewl and writhe under his ministrations.
When a whimper of his name leaves you, it causes Bucky to shift in his seat, trying to ease the ache growing in his shorts as he watches you rock yourself against his face.
“Buck,” you moan, “please,” you whine with a tug of his hair. 
He watches as your toes curl, feet arching, and your entire body seems to tense around him, your eyes squeezing shut as your mouth hangs open until your legs quake and you let out a tight, shaky whimper on an exhale. You bite your knuckle in an attempt to keep yourself quiet while he continues working you through your orgasm. 
When he finally lets up and gives you a chance to collect yourself, he moves up your body, finding your lips as he kisses you again, leaving you even more breathless than you had been.
“It’s just you and me tonight, doll. Don’t hold back on me,” he kisses you again, his hands going around your back to undo your bra. “I’m gonna wanna hear you when I watch this back,” he smirks.
You're completely naked as Bucky stands before you, finally taking off his boxers. “Turn around for me,” he tells you. 
You do as he says, getting on all fours with him situated perfectly behind you. He angles you both so the camera has a better view. Bucky watches as he teases your entrance with his tip, over and over again as you whine and wiggle your ass in pure desperation for him.
He keeps the volume low as he lets the video play, he isn’t sure how much time passes as his eyes are glued to the screen, watching himself take you as you let him. He listens to how prettily you cry for him, to the salacious sounds of his cock driving into you over and over, the wet squelching mixing with the slapping of skin as he fucks you hard.
Bucky feels his cock twitching in his shorts as he watches you come for him before hearing himself groan deeply, moaning while he empties his load into your pretty cunt.
He watches the come down, sees himself running his hands along your skin, peppering kisses all over your body, before you roll over beneath him, pulling him down to you and kissing him desperately.
He is entirely unsure about the morality of this all, but he can't look away.
"Fuck, you're amazing," he breathes heavily as he pulls away from you just so. "Thank you, sweetheart," he grins lazily, stroking your cheek.
"Mmm,” you hum contentedly as you look up at him before continuing, “If anyone ever sees this, I'll kill you," you promise him with an 'I mean it' stare before pulling him back to you, crashing your lips together.
"No one'll see it, doll. I promise. For my eyes only," he says as he nuzzles into you. "You have no idea how much I miss you when I'm gone, baby."
"I think I have some idea," you respond, the sultry tone of your voice effortless as you wrap a leg around him.
It looks like you're about to go for another round, and the thirty minutes left in the video seem to confirm that thought, when Bucky hears the door of the bedroom finally opening.
He quickly closes out of the video, sliding the tablet away from himself before trying to hide and adjust his very obvious erection before you come in.
He clears his throat loudly, a bit awkwardly, as you enter the kitchen, earning a questioning brow from you as you walk toward the pizza box.
"You good?" you ask him as you grab a slice, not bothering with a plate.
He nods a bit too stiffly for your liking as you assess him. His cheeks are a little flush and he can't seem to look you in the eye.
"What did you do?" you question accusatorily.
"Nothing. I'm gonna shower now, if that's alright with you?" he questions haughtily.
You make a face at his tone, rolling your eyes as you turn around to grab a glass for water.
He doesn't mean for it to happen, but as you turn from him, his eyes fall to your ass, and he has to work to stop the groan that threatens to tumble from his lips as his mind replays the video for him.
Fucking creep, he chides himself as his cock twitches again. He takes the opportunity to stand and get to the bathroom as your back is to him.
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You're on your third piece of pizza when Bucky returns to the kitchen, grabbing a slice for himself.
He's spent the last half hour going over in his mind exactly how you two could have possibly ended up here. He's still confused. And at his wit’s end.
Bucky speaks before he can think better of it.
"Why do you hate me?" he asks, seemingly out of the blue, causing you to turn toward him with quizzical eyes as you swallow your bite.
"Excuse me?" you ask in disbelief.
"Why do you hate me?" he repeats himself, his gaze never faltering as he holds your stare.
You're honestly dumbfounded.
You sputter for a second before attempting to form actual words. "I don't hate you, Bucky," you answer as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. And seeing your future, you were pretty sure it must have been. "I mean, clearly," you add a little embarrassed for yourself.
"No? Then why do you act like you do?"
"I -,” you’re about to deny the accusation, but truthfully, you know he’s right. So you pause before giving the only answer you can come up with. “I don't know. Self-preservation?"
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Defense mechanism. I mean, you've been a complete dick to me since day one, Bucky. Am I supposed to just let you ream me whenever you feel like it - justified or not. And for the record, most of the time, it's not. You treat me differently from everyone else, sidelining me over nothing, questioning my every move, and I don't know why but I stopped trying to figure it out a while ago," you spoke candidly.
He was quiet for a minute as he took in your words. You watched as his brows furrowed, his gaze dropping as he licked his lips mindlessly.
"I'm sorry," he finally said at last. It was soft, but sincere as a pained look seemed to have taken over his face. "I never meant to make you feel that way. But clearly I did. It's just.. you're so stubborn," he says with a shake of his head as his eyes meet yours once again. "I do treat you differently. Because, truthfully, you fucking terrify me. You can be reckless; you act like you're expendable, and you're not. You're the furthest thing from it. I just don't want to see you get hurt. And maybe I was too scared to actually voice that aloud before, but it is the truth. I don't know, I guess, I thought I was keeping you safe somehow, protecting you. And I know you don't need me to. I'm sorry. For being a dick, for interfering when I shouldn't have, and for not talking to you about things before. I am sorry."
You’re silent and quietly awed at his admission, swallowing hard before forcing yourself to break away from his brilliant blue gaze.
"Thank you," you accept, not knowing where to go from here. "Good to know you don't hate me," you add.
"Yeah, same here," he smiles softly. Another moment passes before you speak again, something unspoken growing between you.
"So, just to be clear, was that you admitting that...you like me?" you ask, hearing how juvenile you sound but not really caring all that much.
"That was me admitting that I care about you."
You take a breath and nod, "Oh, okay. So, you don't like me?"
"I didn't say that," he almost scoffs.
"So you do like me?" you ask again with a furrowed brow.
"Jesus, doll," he laughs lightly, "We're married."
"Not yet," you counter.
Bucky walks toward you, pizza long forgotten by you both as he suddenly gets to his knees before you while you stay seated in the chair, his face right about level to yours as you watch him with stilled breath.
His eyes are blazing a fiery blue as he holds your gaze. You have to blink at the intensity.
"I like you," he breathes quietly, careful not to break the soft air of intimacy as you stay so close to each other, earning a small smile from you in turn.
"I told Kate I had a crush on you during recruitment, that's why she always makes comments about us going on missions together so often," you admit unprompted, the urge to tell him the embarrassing secret you'd tried to keep hidden from the moment you let it slip to Kate just overcoming you.
Bucky smiles boyishly at that. "Steve was convinced from the beginning I had a thing for you, that's why we go out on missions together so often."
You can't fight the half smile that adorns your lips at his words, "Was he right?" you question. 
He nods.
"He was right," he whispers as he leans in closer to you. "Does our future not make that obvious?" he teases.
You don't think as you lean into him, one hand finding the back of his head and raking your fingers through the soft, dark brown strands as you breathe a bit heavier with anticipation, you watch as his eyes close at your touch, leaning ever closer. You’re sure he can hear the uptick of your heart as he meets your gaze once again, before your eyes flit to his lips. 
You shrug, a playful tilt to your lips.
"I can think of some other things that might make it more obvious," you murmur as you let your forehead press against his own, waiting for him to close the distance between your lips now.
His hand comes up to gently hold your face before he slowly brushes his lips against yours. 
It's soft and gentle as you kiss him again, but after a moment, one kiss turning into another and then another, your lips press harder against each other, hotter as it intensifies, your hand gripping his hair ever so slightly as he kisses you back just as hard before finally you force yourself to break away.
You shudder a breath as you part, catching your breath, but neither of you drop your hands.
Bucky's thumb gently strokes your cheek as you gaze into one another's eyes. So much unspoken, and yet so much being shared with the look alone.
The ringing of the tablet breaks you two up, though, as a FaceTime call pops up.
The contact is Natasha and seeing her name has you grabbing for the tablet and accepting the call right away.
"Hey," she greets as the sound of a movie playing in the background mingling with the giggles of children and fake cries for help from Steve can be heard just beyond her smoky voice.
"Hey, what's up? Did something happen?" you ask, hoping you don't sound as uncharacteristically panicked as you feel.
"That's what I was gonna ask you two. There a reason your daughter keeps twirling around shouting 'fucking dick' into the air every ten minutes?" She asks.
Your brows raise in surprise as your mouth parts open on nothing.
Bucky titters at the thought of that precious angel twirling around with a mouth like a sailor - a mouth like her mother. He smirks, answering for you.
"Yeah, that'd be thanks to her mother over here."
"Why am I not surprised," Nat responds.
"Sorry, she was mimicking me this morning and we didn't tell her to stop," you grimace. "Hey, can you put them on really quickly?"
"Yeah, that's actually the real reason I called. They wanted to say goodnight before they go to bed," she says as she walks into the living room.
"Linc, El, got some folks who wanna talk to you over here."
Your eyes light up as their perfect little faces fill the screen as Nat holds her phone for them.
When they register it's you and Bucky on screen, they smile brightly, calling out to you both.
"Hi, munchkins," you smile at the screen, Bucky right beside you.
"You guys getting ready for bed?" he asks.
"We're ready, Daddy! Just have to say goodnight to you and Mommy."
"Yeah we have to say goodnight so - and then we can sleep,"
You chuckle as Lincoln rubs his tired eyes.
"But I miss you Mommy," he pouts at the screen.
"'S okay, Linc," Ellie says as she takes her brother's hand, comforting him easily. You swear you're on the verge of tears as you smile at the sweetness.
"Sweetheart, I miss you, too. We miss both of you very much. But you guys are gonna have so much fun tomorrow! And we'll see you so soon, I promise. You two be good and listen to your Aunt and Uncle, okay? Oh, and Ellie,” her eyes widen as you say her name, looking attentively at your face on screen, “let's keep 'fucking dick' just an at home thing, alright?"
She giggles at your words but nods, "Okay, Mommy."
"Alright, goodnight you two," you say softly, not sure you’re ready to call it a night with them knowing what tomorrow is promised to bring.
"Goodnight, Mommy. I love you," they respond in unison.
"I love you more."
"Daddy's turn!" Linc calls for his father.
"Goodnight, Daddy," he says when Bucky leans further into the frame before you hand him the tablet to hold completely.
"Goodnight, Daddy," Ellie smiles.
"I love you," they say, again in unison. The sound is the cutest thing you've ever heard.
"Goodnight, guys. I love you more," he finishes with a soft, almost sad smile of his own before they run off the couch and chase Steve out of the room with the other kids. Nat offers you both a goodnight and a happy anniversary, parting with a wink before she hangs up.
"Those are ours," you say after a moment, astonishment lacing your tone.
"Yeah," Bucky chuckles. "We made those little punks."
"Ya know, I don't think we did too bad considering it's our first day."
"No, we were great. Naturals. They had absolutely no clue we'd never known them before today."
You laugh at that before the silence grows between you again. It's not something unusual for you guys, but the hot tension mounting in this moment in particular certainly is.
Bucky is still kneeling beside you, his large hand settled on your thick, plush thigh.
You scoot back, your weight pushing the chair. The movement allows his hand to smooth over your skin, sending sparks through you and raising goosebumps under his touch.
You try to pretend that it didn't send sparks alight in your belly as you move back further and stand, Bucky turning his gaze to follow your movements.
The sight of him on his knees before you, looking up at you with those devout blue eyes, it has your stomach fluttering as you take a deep breath.
He stands after a second, towering over you once again, somehow even closer now as you look up at him.
"What now?" you whisper.
"That's up to you, doll," he responds, voice lower than you've heard it before, his warmth radiating off of him and into you.
You see his hand twitch by his side, like he's holding himself back from reaching out and touching you again.
"Well," you swallow, "they said it's our anniversary, right?"
"Mhm,"
You raise your brows, shrugging the tiniest bit as you nervously lick your lips.
"You wanna celebrate?" you ask, your voice a little tight and heady as you flick your gaze back up to the darkening oceans of his eyes.
His lips crash into yours without another word, his speed catching you off guard as you gasp into his mouth. Bucky lifts you up like you weigh absolutely nothing and your legs circle around him as he holds you up, his lips never ceasing as he walks you out of the kitchen.
You only part to catch your breath, your forehead against his as he strides into the bedroom, your heavy breaths intermingling. Your hands are in his hair as your arms are wrapped around his neck.
He sets you down on the bed before backing away, granting you space you didn't ask for. You look at him, clearly not happy with the distance he'd put between you. Before you can say anything, Bucky speaks first.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he asks intensely.
You look at him for a moment, hoping he can see the sincerity in your eyes. "If I'm being completely honest, Bucky, I've wanted you from the moment I met you. I wanna do this," you answer him. "I'm sure. Are you?"
Bucky pulls off his shirt as you breathe a sigh of relief, a soft titter escaping you as you watch him. He steps closer to you, taking your face in his hold, kissing you deeply. “I’m more than sure,” he speaks against your lips before pushing you back on the bed. The move has a scene playing in his mind and has him hesitating from going further as shame creeps up on him.
“I-,” he squeezes his eyes shut as he thinks through what he’s about to admit to, “I need to tell you something first.”
“What?” you ask, worry clear in your voice.
“I, well.. Hold on,” he says before getting up and leaving you sitting on the bed confused and concerned. 
Bucky returns with the tablet in hand as you eye him.
He looks like a kid about to confess his wrongdoings, eyes down on the tablet as he approaches you slowly.
“I, uh. I came across this, and.. Uhm,” he clears his throat, “I,” he takes a heavy breath, “I.. watched.. it.” he says stuntedly. “Well, not all of it, but more than I should have..”
You’re confused as he hands the tablet over to you, but take it with a quirked brow.
An image of Bucky shirtless is on the screen and you trepidatiously hit the play button, wondering what the video could possibly be. 
Your eyes go wide as you see yourself on the bed in lingerie, Bucky sporting nothing more than a pair of tight boxers. You look up at Bucky still standing before you as a blush grows on his cheeks. You watch, still wide eyed as it goes on. You’re on your back, Bucky leaning over you, and god help you, there’s a tingling in your core growing as you look on.
“No way,” you say in disbelief as it suddenly connects in your mind, eyes flicking back and forth between him and to the screen. “Is this-? Did we-? And you watched it?” you ask, scandalized as your gaze shoots back up to him. 
He rubs the back of his neck self consciously, avoiding your gaze. “I know,” he says sheepishly - you’ve never seen him like this and it’s honestly a little entertaining, a bit endearing. “I’m-” your moan coming from the speaker cuts him off and grabs your attention as you look back down at the screen, mouth going dry as your core is anything but. 
“Fuck,” you breathe as you watch Bucky on his knees, between your legs. You almost stop breathing before you look away, catching yourself and pausing the video. “Uhm. Well, that’s- this is.. Unexpected. I mean, obviously we- they- have.. sex, but, a sex tape?”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have watched it, especially not as far as I did, and I just-”
“How far did you watch?” you ask, cutting him off.
You watch as he swallows hard before sitting down next to you, taking the tablet and scrolling to about the point he had stopped when he closed the video.
“Twenty five minutes?” you ask with a light laugh, looking at the time stamp, the screen paused on a still of you pulling him down on top of your naked body. 
“I’m sorry,” he says again, clearly ashamed of himself. You can’t help but laugh, loving how remorseful he seems.
“‘S’okay,” you say with a light shake of your head, pulling the tablet from his hand and locking the screen, tossing it on the opposite side of the bed. It’s not until you straddle his lap that he looks at you finally, his hands coming up without thought to hold your waist. His eyes twinkle with something akin to wonder. “I get it, can’t blame you,” you admit, your arms draped over his broad shoulders before slipping them behind his neck. “It’s hot,” you speak sultrily, leaning closer to him, allowing your lips to brush his briefly.
His eyes fall to your lips as he breathes headily, pulling you flush to him as he holds you tighter. “You think?”
“Mhm,” you nod, your chest brushing against his bare one with your every breath before you finally let yourself kiss him once again, your noses brushing against one another. 
His arms still holding you, Bucky turns you both onto the bed, ending up above you as you continue your soft makeout. His hands wander your body, touching and squeezing your softness lightly as you sigh under him, your hands wandering his body in turn. You feel like a teenager, experiencing something you’d only thought about in the far recesses of your mind for the first time, it’s intimate and exciting and you don’t even care to take this any further, your focus only on feeling each other, on being this close.
The ringing of the tablet, though, breaks through the moment. You glance over as Bucky continues kissing you, his lips on your neck as you try to read the screen - but it’s too far and out of your reach.
“Bucky,” you urge him, causing him to finally break away from you, turning to look at who was calling. 
His eyes squint as he sits up, reaching for the tablet and answering the call.
“Steve?” he answers in question. 
“Hey, sorry to interrupt, Buck. Linc’s having a hard time going to sleep, he wanted to talk to you again, I told him I’d give you a call.”
“Yeah, yeah, put him on,” he responds.
There’s a sniffle before Lincoln’s soft voice comes through the speaker, “Daddy?”
“Hey, buddy, it’s me. What’s going on, having trouble sleeping?” he asks, sitting up more attentively as you watch him.
“Miss you,” Lincoln answers solemnly, you can imagine him rubbing at his teary eyes already as you hear him sniffle again, your heart clenching at the image. “I need Wolfie, Daddy. You forgot to bring Wolfie,” you can hear his pout over the line.
“I’m sorry, pal,” Bucky apologizes sincerely, despite neither of you having had any knowledge of “Wolfie” being a necessity. “How ‘bout we bring you Wolfie?” he asks before looking over to you briefly.
“Yeah, can you bring him to me please, Daddy?” he puffs.
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll bring him right now, buddy. Don’t worry, we’ll be there soon, I promise.”
“Okay,” he says, voice wobbly. “Love you, Daddy,” he adds breathily on a huff, sounding on the very verge of tears. 
“I love you, too, buddy. We’ll be right there.”
“He’s on his way, champ,” Steve says as he takes it off speaker, bringing the phone back to his ear. “Sorry, guys,” he offers to you both.
“Don’t worry about it, we were just, uh,... hangin’ out,” he says, scrunching his face at his own stupid response as you give him a ‘what the hell’ look, your hand gesturing of its own accord.
“Oh-kay,” Steve says at the odd response, “What is up with you guys today?”
“Uhhh,”
“Wait, don’t tell me.. Are you guys expecting again?” he asks, voice hushed.
“Yeah,” Bucky answers stupidly on an exhale, your mouth dropping while you gawk at him. 
“Really?” 
“No,” Bucky answers quickly again, “I mean, maybe. We don’t- we’re not sure. We don’t know,” he tries to remedy his previous baseless answer. “Look, I have to find Wolfie, so I’ll see ya in a minute.” He doesn’t wait for Steve to respond before he ends the call on his end.
“What the fuck was that?” you say on a titter.
His face is in his hands as he sits on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, “I don’t know.” His response is muffled by his hands as you crawl over to him, pushing on his back to make him stand up.
“Go get the wolf,” you say as you push on him.
As he stands, you get off the bed, too, throwing his shirt at him before he turns to the door. 
“Ya know, you’d think you’d be better at this,” you taunt, earning a glare from him as he heads to the kid’s room down the hall. 
“Can you go start the car?” he huffs as you watch him walk away.
You stifle a laugh through your nose, “Mhm,” you answer before heading down the hall yourself, grabbing the keys on your way out.
As you turn to close the front door, you’re surprised as Bucky’s already behind you, the plush white wolf in hand. 
“You’re so slow,” he teases, taking the keys from your hand while you blink up at him, a smirk on his face as he passes you while you just watch, your turn to huff. 
“Dick,” you accuse as you follow him, his smirk only growing at your insult before he gets to the passenger door, holding it open for you to get in.
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idanceuntilidie · 4 months
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What about yandere prince over his favorite knight? Male reader ofc :)
I am done I deserve mac n cheese and almonds
Hope this was okay.
Yandere Prince x male reader
tw: yandere themes and being held against will
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You were assigned to prince Charlie since you were little, so naturally you were very protective of him.
You two shared a very special bond of course, two best friends since childhood.
But for prince Charlie, it was oh, so much more. At first he didn’t understand it, you were there more often than not.
He remembers how often you clinged to him when you two were younger. You were supposed to be the one protecting him, he didn’t mind that.
As you two grew older, you got braver and stronger. You even spend less time with him. He noticed something was wrong with him.
An unknown feeling blossomed in his chest.
And you made it so much stronger.
It’s not really like you did anything special, you just,
existed.
He started to appreciate your existence more. How when you smiled your cheeks were dusted by pinkish colour and your eyes twinkled with such a happy flame.
How you wielded your sword and how brave you were.
He watched you, heart longing for you. For your little touches, your laughs.
Oh how he wishes you two were kids again, he would protect you from danger and you would cling to him and never let go.
You were so far away but at the same time so close. After a while, just watching wasn’t enough, he needed you back and he would do everything to make it happen.
You noticed a slight change in your environment.
It started small, maids, servants and other knights started to ignore you. They shook when they saw you and ran away.
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You weren’t a violent person, so you didn’t understand what was wrong.
It hurt slightly, but you can’t just go around crying. You were a royal knight after all.
Then Prince Charlie requested you must be near him at all times, you expected that since you were his personal knight,
no more strolls through the castle and gardens. No more training. You can’t leave him, not even to eat or sleep.
You feared the last one. You feared you might grow weak, but you can’t let your prince that so you stayed silent.
You didn’t dare to eat, drink or sleep in his presence, much to his dismay. You thought it was disrespectful to even do these things in his presence, EVEN if you two knew each other all your lives.
After some time your body could in fact, not take it anymore so you fainted.
You woke up not long after, laying on the comfiest bed you had ever felt. Stripped from your armour and chained to the bed. Your first thought was that someone broke in and hurt your prince, naturally, you began to struggle. Your body was weak due to the lack of food or sleep.
You didn’t notice your Prince walking cheerfully through the door.
“Oh you are up, how wonderful”
He chirped happily. Your tired eyes followed his figure.
“Your.. highness? What is the meaning of this?”
You asked, voice raspy. Swallowing hurt so much.
“Oh you had fainted my dear knight”
he hummed as he placed something on the table. You tried to move your arms, you felt weak. Chains only rattled quietly because of your movement, it caught Charlies attention.
“Don’t you dare to move y/n”
“Just, just take me to the doctor I will be fine in few days and-“
His pale face turned cherry red in anger.
“No! You are only allowed to see me, only me! I AM taking care of you now!”
His voice boomed loudly in your ears. You winced.
He turned away from you, trying to calm down, then took something from the table, a plate. Charlie walked to the bed, and placed the plate on a nightstand, so he could uncuff your hands.
Your body felt weak, you let him sit you up.
“Now, let me feed you yeah? You must be oh so hungry, and then we can spend some time together.”
he smiled, you were too weak to argue so he took your silence as an agreement. You prayed silently that this was just a dream.
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* i want your body, need your body / long as you got me, you won't need nobody (sanji x f!reader)
♫ “WHATEVER YOU LIKE” ANYA MARINA   + Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
Fic Request: I just realized this is long, I’m so sorry, Please a Sanji x shyReader? 💜He’s deeply in love with her but already dating together. Everyone shipping Sanji and shyreader hard. Can’t stop thinking shyreader being a very powerful sorceress in the planet, like Dr strange or Scarlet Witch powers. After recruiting Sanji, the crew decided to recruit his girlfriend & she accepts while the crew realizes she’s buggy ex, he’s still in love with her & talking about her nonstop but they adore her. Bonus: shyreader dream is to become a magician & she’s the ex girlfriend of Buggy the clown & he regrets breaking up with her ever since. Just fluff - anonymous
A/N: Sanji imagine. Thank you for sending this one in! I had fun writing this one. Yes, there will be a part two. *taps temple* Thank you so much for the feedback. I really appreciate them. I hope I captured the request. Feedback is appreciated. I am open to taking requests. Thank you! ♥ [Warnings: fluff, mainly, some language]
+Tags: @mischiefmanaged71
“I feel ridiculous.” You stood in front of Sanji wearing some dark overalls, a blue peasant-style blouse, and a black hat. Sanji leaned back in his seat as he looked you over, while he stirred his glass of tea. “I don’t think they’re going to like me.” You whined and dropped the hat before you sat in the empty seat next to him. 
“You could just be yourself?” He suggested and gave you a half-smirk. He leaned in close to you and kissed your cheek softly. You felt your face start to flush. It never failed, your boyfriend always stirred those pesky feelings inside of you.  “This isn’t a business interview, love, it’s only to show them what you can do. And how you would fit right in.” He reached for your hand and twisted the silver ringer around your middle finger. The ring was similar to the one he wore. He actually had specially made for you, giving the jeweler his for inspiration.
You used your free hand to rub your face annoyed. Sanji was recently offered the chance to join Luffy’s pirate crew. And you jokingly suggested that maybe you could join too. The idea stuck with your boyfriend and he promised he would bring you aboard. For some reason, you felt like you needed to dress the part. 
“What if -“ You started to say as you picked at Sanji’s palm absentmindedly. “Something goes wrong. And they think, no, we don’t need that. Too much of a distraction.” Sanji wrapped his fingers around yours, bringing your hand to his lips, and gently pressed his lips against your knuckles. 
It was by chance you found Sanji. Your damn ex abandoned you when he felt you weren’t needed anymore, at least he let you believe that. You started squatting in any empty spaces you could find. You found the door to the restaurant unlocked, wiggled your way inside, and rummaged through the food. Leaving trails of wrappers scattered around the floor. Sanji had come in early that day and caught you. However, instead of running you out, he made you something to eat. He told you he wasn’t going to tell, he was going to make a quick, delicious meal and it would be better than the processed. 
After a brief introduction to the owner, you started working at the restaurant as a dishwasher. Sanji and you grew closer. You felt yourself falling in love, opening yourself up again. You trusted him, he trusted you. 
“Come on, love. Let’s introduce you,” he squeezed your hand and guided you to the boat. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. He remained so cool and kept you close. You stayed behind him, allowing him to do the talking. 
“Sanji! There you are!” Luffy exclaimed and tilted his head at you. “Is this her?” 
“Obviously,” Zoro muttered. Luffy was still wearing his grand smile. 
“Yes. This is my girlfriend.” Sanji stepped aside and took your hand to gently pull you forward. “I think she would make a wonderful addition to our crew.” He nodded at you, then studied everyone’s expressions. You glanced up at him nervously, then exchanged a quick glance at the crew. 
“Yes!” Luffy said and gave you a thumbs up.”Welcome aboard!”  
Zoro and Nami exchanged a look after Luffy gave the thumbs up, then at Luffy. 
“I can help! I can…do stuff.” You finally spoke and half smiled nervously. You let go of Sanji’s hand and cautiously stepped forward. You glanced up at the tied-up sails and maneuvered your hands to create wind. The sails quickly unraveled, your created wind blew into the sails. The boat shifted forward startling everyone, some of them gripped the sides. Everyone stared at you slowly processing what was taking place, in shock that you moved the boat. No one spoke for a long moment. You pushed your mouth to the side considering your apology. Sanji squeezed your hand keeping you from moving away.   
“Whoa! Whoa!” Usopp gasped, leaping up and down. “I know what you are… I mean I think! I didn’t think they were still around though. Are you?” 
“What?” Nami questioned as she watched the sails move. 
“Yeah! I mean Kaya and I would read about magic, so many legends and books. But to see a Hecate…in person,” he started to say while staring at you in full amazement. “You moved this boat. Created wind. It’s been still for so long.” 
“What is that?” Luffy pursed his lips. 
“They’re a sorceress. Magic. The stories were they vanished. They were pushed out, deemed too dangerous for living. Well, shit! Until now!” Usopp said excitedly and jumped over to you. He blinked as if you weren’t real and hugged you tightly. Sanji cleared his throat, wrinkling his nose a little at Usopp to step back. You only laughed nervously and shrugged meekly. 
“My grandparents taught me to keep it a secret. But,” you stared up at Sanji and grinned, squeezing his hand. “Sanji speaks highly of all of you. And if I can help, then I will.” You smiled wide. Sanji kissed your forehead and hugged you to the side of him. 
“Welcome to the Straw Hats,” Zoro said dryly before he went back below deck. Usopp nodded eagerly and smiled. Nami gave you a playful salute, following Zoro to go back to studying her maps. 
“You’re magic. So cool!” Luffy leaped up. “We have a magician part of the crew.” 
“Feel better?” Sanji whispered to you and rubbed your shoulder lovingly. You exhaled, leaned into him finally feeling at ease. You didn’t trust too many people with your abilities, but Sanji was by your side. It helped calm you. 
“I’m hungry.” You kissed him quickly. He kissed you back, then took your hand to show you to the kitchen. 
——
Orange Town. Buggy sat lazily on his throne, fiddling with the blades between his fingers. He swung his foot back and forth. He half listened to the old man in front of him stumbling through his words. “We… we tried. We just couldn’t find her, Captain.” The man demonstrated big gestures with his hands as if to draw a picture of the struggle. 
“Didn’t you say you were the world’s best tracker?” Buggy asked calmly. The man nodded his head once and tried to explain himself again adding more details about the hardships he faced. “Didn’t! You say you could find her?” Buggy’s voice went up a notch. 
“Yes. But our source didn’t find a trail. She’s a Hecate, captain. We all thought they were gone, so there was no need to keep up with the tricks and traits,” he tried to explain. 
Buggy exhaled loudly, he threw one of the daggers grinning to himself when it landed in the man’s shoulder. The old man yelled out in pain, gripping his shoulder tightly. “Try something else!” Buggy widened his eyes and shrugged casually. “She’s a fucking walking marker. She’s fucking magic! They shouldn’t be difficult! Not many of them walking around free!” 
Cabaji was growing bored of this. “Why don’t you move on? She caused you nothing but trouble.” 
Buggy turned to his pirate. He narrowed his eyes at him, roughly dropped his feet from the throne. “She can help me, idiot. I feel betrayed she never told me all that she could do!” He jumped to his feet. “No one betrays me! She was able to do a hell of a lot more than she showed.” 
Cabaji rolled his eyes, then turned his attention to the sad, old man. “Is he still useful?” 
“No.” Buggy waved his hand. “Want something done right, gotta do it yourself.” 
The old man stumbled to his feet, trying to get to the exit. The other clowns got to him to stop him from escaping. Buggy allowed his crew to do what they needed to the man. He left to his room. He kicked his bed, and started tearing his belongings. 
You had been a big part of Buggy’s crew. He considered you his first mate, along with his favorite lover. It wasn’t until he started becoming obsessed with your powers when things started turning into ash. He was going to use it as his personal weapon. 
“You said you wouldn’t!” You yelled at him when he tried to convince you it was for the better. “I am part of this insane circus for you. This thing isn’t for your gain, Buggy. It’s to protect us You and me.” 
“If you won’t help me! I’ll find someone else!” Buggy smiled wide at you. He carried you to the edge of the boat. You struggled with him, kicking your legs out, pounding on his back. He only laughed hysterically at you, then dropped you overboard. 
He thought the sea would take care of you. No one else would know about you. He didn’t want someone else coming in and using you. So, he thought what better way than to abandon you? 
The day haunted him, drove him mad. And now, he heard you were alive and doing well. He wanted you back. 
——
Being part of the same crew as Sanji felt like home. You helped Usopp create love letters and sent them to Kaya. You used your magic to make sure they got there in time. You never told Zoro, but you were in a staring contest with him. He was winning. Nami shared her maps with you and you studied them to learn about the sea. Luffy wanted to know how your magic worked, so you created small tricks to entertain him. 
You could feel the sunlight peek through the window. You tucked your face against Sanji, he moved a little and exhaled. You two were curled up in his bed. He stayed up late trying new recipes and you were his taste tester. Once you could barely keep your eyes open, you two stumbled to his quarters. You admitted to him you weren’t very tired yet. He smirked at you as he closed the door with his foot. You started to unbutton your top, he pulled off his shirt. 
He made the first move. He kissed you deeply, walking you backward to the bed. You laughed lightly when you fell back onto the bed bringing him down with you. “I really thought you were sleepy,” he mumbled. 
“Eh. Tricked ya.” You cupped his face, gently caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “I love you,” you said.
“I love you so damn much,” he replied and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t long before the other pieces of clothing disappeared. The two of you were wrapped up in each other, peppering his skin with your kisses, he tenderly nipping at your neck. You used your magic to create thunder sounds to fill the sky so your love sounds wouldn't alert the crew. 
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Are you going to wake up?” You spoke groggily. He kept his eyes closed, shaking his head in response. You half smiled, running your thumb over his lips. He pecked it. “Sanji…” you rested your chin on his chest. 
“No.” He moved his fingers up and down your back. “I want this.” He ruffled up his hair finally opening his eyes to peek at you. 
“Me too. But… we got responsibilities.” You kissed his chest, before rolling to the side of the bed. Sanji moved when you did. He kissed your back, dragging his lips down your body, and then back up to your shoulder. 
“Morning, beautiful.” His warm breath touched your bare skin, making you shiver. 
“We can’t stay in bed.” You shook your head and kissed him quickly. You forced yourself out of bed and got changed into some shorts and an old buttoned-up shirt belonging to Sanji. You slipped on your blue boots. 
Sanji took his time to get dressed, giving you an incontinent facial expression. You smiled lazily and shrugged at him. “They’re probably expecting waffles.”
“They or you?” He tied his shoes, then took a step toward you. 
“Me.” 
He kissed you in response and then begrudgingly left the room, walking to the kitchen. Nami was at the table looking over an old book, scribbling some notes. Luffy was hovering over her asking questions and if she learned anything about the one piece. 
“Morning!” Luffy waved at you and Sanji. 
“Morning,” you smiled. You followed Sanji to get the pans sorted and coffee started. Sanji began to make everyone breakfast. Once you served yourself coffee, you happily sipped it staying near the table where Sanji was. 
“Guys!” Usopp came rushing in, followed by Zoro. “Kaya wrote back.”
“That’s good!” Luffy nodded. “Right?” 
“Yes! But! She told me something very interesting,” he laughed a little while speaking, then he laid out the letter. Nami picked it up and read it over. “Buggy is searching for the Hecate.” 
You swallowed your coffee too quickly, waving your hand in front of your mouth as if that would help. Sanji widened his eyes in response, stopping from what he was doing. He knew about your former relationship with Buggy the Clown. You were both under the impression he was out of the picture. 
“He’s searching for you,” Nami spoke, placing the letter down. The crew zoomed their attention in your direction. 
“Shit.” You muttered. 
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hisui-dreamer · 24 days
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hiii, congratulations on hitting 2k followers!! im super happy that you hit a really big milestone 💕💕 your writing is just so heartfelt and tender i love seeing ur posts float across my dash aa!!
for your bloom event, can i request jamil + sampaguita (apparently the origin of the flower's name loosely translates into "i promise you" and sometimes, garlands of sampaguita flowers are given to bestow honor on the recipient)
please tag me @/diodellet too, thank you! i hope you have a wonderful dayy💕💕
feverish promises
Pairing: Jamil Viper x gn!reader
Synopsis: jamil may be busy, but he'll always have time to care for you
Tags: sickfic, fever caretaking, reader is sick, jamil has responsibilities, food, fluff
Word count: 1.3k+
Notes: thank you for requesting @diodellet!! im so so honoured you like my writing 🥹💕💕 i hope you'll enjoy the fic!!
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flower of choice: sampaguita
sampaguita gets its name from the Filipino words “sumpa” and “kita” which means “I promise you”
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Jamil couldn't help but feel a sense of worry gnawing at the edges of his mind as he made his way towards Ramshackle. He had heard from Grim how his “henchman got super sick and is stuck in bed” and how your forehead was “so scorching hot it burned his paws”. Even though he already had his hands full with taking care of Kalim, Jamil just couldn't shake the desire to check on you.
So, there he was, a small bouquet of flowers in one hand and a carefully prepared meal in the other, standing outside your room.
Knocking gently on the door, Jamil waited for your response, his heart pounding in anticipation. "It's me, Jamil," he called out softly, straining to hear your muffled reply from behind the door.
The door creaked open, revealing the slightly messy room, Jamil couldn't help but notice the scattered belongings and the disarray that hinted at your weakened state. He supposed that you wouldn't have the energy to keep everything clean in your condition.
Your pale face flushed with fever as you looked up at him with bleary eyes, a faint smile tugging at your lips. "Jamil, is that really you? I’m not dreaming or anything, right?" you murmured, your voice hoarse and weak. "I'm so glad you're here."
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him as he approached your bedside. "Yes, it's me. I brought you something," Jamil said gently.
With a tender smile, he arranged the bouquet of flowers and the neatly prepared meal on the bedside table, ensuring they were within your reach. "I thought you might like these," he said softly, his eyes warm with affection as he observed your reaction.
"These are so pretty!" you exclaimed, sitting up slightly to appreciate the delicate blooms. "And they smell lovely too."
"They're sampaguita," he explained, his tone gentle. "I heard its scent can be relaxing."
"That's so sweet of you, Jamil! Thank you," you replied as you reached out to touch the delicate petals.
“So, how are you feeling?" Jamil asked, his concern evident in his voice.
You let out a tired sigh at the reminder of your condition. "Terrible," you admitted, your words slurring slightly. "My body aches, my head is pounding, and I can't seem to gather my thoughts... But having you here makes me feel a bit better."
He frowned, feeling a pang of guilt at your words. "I'm sorry you're feeling this way," Jamil said softly.
The food container at the bedside table caught your gaze. "What's this?"
Jamil found himself flustered by your question, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he awkwardly explained, "I made some chicken soup for you… It's what I always have when I'm feeling sick."
Unable to wait a moment longer, you lifted the lid of the container, the aroma of the steaming chicken soup wafted through the air. It carried hints of savory chicken broth, rich and aromatic, mingling with the subtle notes of fresh herbs and spices. Jamil watched anxiously as you took a hesitant sip, his heart pounding in anticipation of your reaction.
To his relief, a bright smile spread across your lips as you savored the soup. The broth was warm and comforting, infused with the earthy flavors of carrots, celery, and onions. Each mouthful was a burst of savory goodness, the chicken tender and succulent, its juices mingling with the fragrant broth to create a symphony of flavors on your palate. "This is delicious, Jamil!" you exclaimed, your eyes shining with appreciation. "It’s the most delicious thing I’ve ever had!"
He chuckled at your enthusiasm, a warmth blooming in his chest at your praise. "I'm glad you liked it."
You sighed contentedly, murmuring, “It’d be so nice if I could have your cooking for the rest of my life…”
Jamil couldn't help but be taken aback by your sudden proclamation. This was... unusual. You were always so calm and considerate towards him, never pushing his boundaries or reluctant to bother him. Is the fever messing with your brain-to-mouth filter? He couldn't deny he had always hoped you would be more vocal and honest with your feelings.
Unable to resist the urge to probe further, Jamil ventured cautiously, "You really mean that?"
You nodded earnestly, your eyes locking with his in a rare moment of unguarded honesty. "Absolutely! Your cooking is incredible, Jamil. I can't imagine ever getting tired of it."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Jamil's lips as he absorbed your words. The idea of spending the rest of his life with you... It wasn’t bad at all.
"Thank you," he said softly, a hint of gratitude in his voice. "I'll make sure to cook for you whenever you need it."
As you slowly finished the last spoonfuls of the delicious soup, the conversation between you and Jamil flowed effortlessly. He shared snippets of his day, recounting the various tasks and events he had attended to. But as the evening wore on and the weariness of the day began to take its toll, you felt a heavy weight settling over your eyelids. Despite your efforts to stay awake, a yawn escaped your lips, betraying your exhaustion.
Jamil watched you with a gentle expression, his heart feeling strangely full at the sight of you finding comfort in his presence. He reached out a hand to gently brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead, a tender gesture that sent a shiver of comfort down your spine.
Sensing that it was time to leave you to rest, Jamil started to rise from his chair. But before he could take a step, you reached out and caught his hand in yours, your grip surprisingly strong despite your weakened state.
"Don't go yet," you murmured, your voice soft and pleading. "Stay with me a little longer."
Turning back to you, he was met with the sight of your earnest gaze, filled with a vulnerability that tugged at his soul. Your eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, held a silent plea, begging for his presence to chase away the shadows that clouded your weary mind.
"I’ll be back as soon as you’re awake," he reassured you, trying to pry his sleeve free from your grasp. "You can text me anytime, right?"
But you wouldn't let go, your grip tightening as you pulled him closer. "Don't leave me," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of fear and longing. "I'll miss you."
Jamil's heart clenched at your words, torn between the pressing weight of his unfinished tasks and the overwhelming desire to fulfill your heartfelt request. In that moment, you looked so utterly lovable, with your tousled hair framing your face and your lips forming a hopeful curve. He knew he couldn't stay by your side forever, but in this moment, all he wanted was to ease your suffering and soothe your fears.
You pulled his hand towards your cheek, nuzzling into it's warmth as if seeking solace. Your touch sent a shiver down his spine, stirring emotions he had long suppressed.  "You need to promise me," you said softly, your breath dancing across his skin. "Promise you'll never leave me."
Jamil hesitated, feeling the weight of your words pressing down on him. How could Jamil make such a promise when he was bound by his duty? And yet, as he looked into your eyes, filled with unspoken longing and hope, he knew he couldn't deny you anything.
"Alright. I promise," Jamil said finally, his voice barely a whisper.
A sense of resignation washed over him as he uttered those words, giving in to the depths of his feelings for you. And as you smiled up at him, a sense of peace settled over him, knowing deep down that he would do anything to keep you safe and by his side, for now and for all eternity.
"Forever and ever?"
He smiled. “Forever and ever.”
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hee-pster · 1 year
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+18 content read at your own discretion, please scroll if you’re uncomfortable with. [MDNI]
pairing: roommate!fwb!heeseung × roommate!afab!reader
genre: smut
summary: you were feeling guilty for not being able to buy your precious fuckbuddy roommate Heeseung a gift, so you decided to give him a special something to make up for yourself, since you hated to see him sulk around.
warnings: dom!heeseung, sub!reader, reader is broke lmao, heeseung is sulking, oral sex (male recieving), fwb relationship, mentions of previous sex, mentions of multiple rounds, dirty talk, mentions of food, usage of petnames
a/n: hello and welcome to yet another extremely impulsively written fic by me for Heeseung's birthday, because I wanted to celebrate it with a gift. So here it is, I hope it's good since I'm writing this at 4 am, struggling to keep my eyes open lmao. As always likes, comments, asks and reblogs are always highly appreciated, please don't be shy to let me know what you think 💖 I love you, take care!
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"I can't belive you didn't even buy me anything." Heeseung scuffed, throwing his body onto the big couch of your saloon dramatically.
"You know I'm broke .." you pushed his body aside, trying to find a place for yourself to fit on the couch as well. ".. I barely managed to save some money for school debt and now that I've done that, I can't even afford to buy a decent meal."
"It would be a sad story really .." he mumbled, fixing the position of his head, throwing his legs over your body at the same time, getting all comfortable as if you weren't there. ".. if it wasn't my fucking birthday and if you weren't my roommate for the past two years, i would actually belive in the bullshit you're trying to pull."
You rolled your eyes at his small tantrum, wanting to slap his annoying mouth shut, though he had every right to be resenting right now.
Cause when it was your birthday, he made sure everything was perfect, even took cooking classes from Jay for weeks just so he could make your birthday cake himself, since he wanted to make you feel special.
And not only that, he also bought you the pair of shoes you have been dreaming about for months, saying there was no gift on the face of earth to match the meaning of your birthday for him.
Yeah, you knew, after everything he's done for you, this was the dickest move you could come up with, yet it wasn't intentional, it really wasn't and he knew that.
"Heeseung —"
"Just say that you forgot about it and move on, okay?"
You huffed, feeling defeated against his stubbornness. Why did he have to make you hate yourself by doing this, as if you weren't feeling guilty enough right now?
It wasn't that you forgot really, you just didn't even have a single dollar on the side to make anything special for him. What could you do, rob a fucking bank? He knew you were going through rough times, how could he treat you as if he didn't know you better than this?
But as much as he knew you, you knew him also, enough to tell that nothing about the fuss he was currently causing was related with money or gifts, he just wanted some attention — your attention on him.
He was needy by nature, an attention whore, sucker to be shown just any type of effection. It was cute how clingy he was for the most times but, since he was incredibly emotional, things could get messy every now and then — like right now.
He cared a lot about stuff like birthdays and anniversaries, so he was really expecting something — anything, from you today.
Alright, you thought, it still wasn't too late for you to give him a gift, a special gift to be precise, the kind he loved receiving the most.
You tapped on his legs, signing him to move them from on top of you as you got up, heading straight to kitchen with a meaningful smile on your face.
He watched your back with an unimpressed face, still sulking as he crossed his arms, wondering what the hell were you up to this time.
After a couple of minutes there you were, returning as you held a jar filled with many folded papers, bringing it back with you, wearing a familiar dirty grin on your face — the expression he knew so well.
He gulped as a tray of memories flashed before his eyes, making his blood rush to his cheeks at the unholy thoughts of your past actions — the thoughts of you taking such a good care of his body, of his dick, treating him the best way possible.
You stopped at the edge of the couch, shaking the jar against his face, wiggling your brow at him flirtatiously.
He managed to bite back the smile that threatened to form on his face, side eyeing at you as if he wasn't interested in what you were here to offer at all.
"It's still not too late to celebrate your birthday, baby." You whispered against his ear as you sat on his lap, snuggling into his arms slyly.
"You're not gonna fuck your way into my heart this time, y/n."
"Oh come on .." you pleaded, gently holding his chin, trailing your fingers along his jawline. ".. give me a chance to make up for myself, hm?" You asked, jiggling the jar with the "special sex draw" written sticker glued to it.
Oh yeah, this wasn't the first time you were using it, since your relationship with Heeseung was going a little deeper than just being roommates.
And the jar you were holding in between your palms right now was actually made by him after a suggestion you made — which was that everytime one of you resented the other or lost a bet etc, you were gonna draw a paper to determine the punishment.
It actually was one of the main rules of your house, maybe this was the reason why you were still sticking together after two years with absolutely no problems on the side.
He licked his lips, chewing on his lower one, sucking on his flesh nervously. Sure, the offer you were making was just perfect, but he couldn't decide if he wanted to accept it right now or after, when you were done begging a little more.
"Come on, Heeseung .." you whispered, kissing the corner of his lips, ".. just this once, please, let me show you how sorry I am, hm?"
"Fuck, okay .." He breathed out, feeling his dick twitch under his pants already. ".. but I'm gonna draw two papers this time and you're gonna do as they say, no quitting no nothing, got it?"
"Mhm .." you nodded, grinding against his thighs, ".. I got it, sir."
He sighed and dipped his hand inside the glass, his other hand grabbing you firmly on the waist, pressing you against his chest.
He mixed the papers before picking one up carefully, pulling his hand out of the boxy glass slowly. "Blowjob .." he read out loud, eyes glistening as he did. ".. what a good way to start."
He repeated the same thing once again, unfolding the second paper impatiently. "Multiple rounds .." He mumbled, a big smile growing on his face.
Today seemed to be his lucky day, cause he got more than he could ever want, permission to fuck both your mouth and cunt — more than once.
He turned his face to look at you, pecking your lips before whispering "Get on your knees for me, sweetheart." against your mouth.
He sat up straight, spreading his legs wide enough for you to fit in between them. He let you deal with the zipper of his pants as well as his belt, watching as he kept your hair in a pony tail, liking the way his grip on your soft strands felt.
He hissed once your cold fingertips touched his swollen tip, making him buck his hips up unintentionally.
"Shit .." He cursed out, ".. gonna make you suck every drop, princess .." he spoke softly as he aligned his tip against your mouth, ".. be a good girl and take it all for me, yeah?"
You chose to answer him by licking his leaked precum, swirling your tongue around his read head effortlessly. No matter how many times you sucked him off, he always managed to amaze you even more with his pretty dick, so big and red, perfectly veiny — too beautiful to not have in your mouth.
He threw his head back as he pushed you on his length, enjoying the tickling sensation round his shaft caused by your soft tongue. You hollowed your cheeks around him as you sinked down, making him unable to sit still on his spot.
He was pressing you even more each time he thrusted up, wanting to be balls deep inside your throat already.
You let him have what he wanted as if you read his mind, sliding down on his shaft until you felt his tip brushing against the back of your throat, making you gag around him like a desperate slut.
The way you were clenching around him drew the last line before he lost his control and said fuck it, making him pin your head in position as he pounded himself in and out of your mouth furiously, fucking your throat as if he was trying to make you lose your voice for tomorrow.
"Fuckfuckfuck .." he yelled out, legs trembling continously as he kept on going with his movements, using his full power on slamming his dick into the deepest points of your throat. " .. so close, so fucking close baby."
His head was dizzy, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He could tell that you weren't so different from him judging by the thick pile of saliva coating his thighs, your face looking red with sweat from his point of view.
Making a mess out of you was his favorite hobby and honestly if he could, he would more than love to frame the fucked out expression on your face everytime he was done fucking you.
The stung of your nails he felt on his skin increased as his thrusts got sloppy, his chest heaving with the closing feeling of his burning high. He let you finish him off on the pace you felt comfortable with, resting his tired muscles as he collapsed back on the couch, panting for air desperately.
He wiped away the sweat on your forehead with the back of his palm, caressing your face gently as you swallowed the hot shots of cum, still bobbing your head on his dick to help him ride his high.
After making sure you didn't miss any drop he pulled you up by your hair, separating you from his sensitive dick and refilling the absence of it with his dry lips. He kissed you slowly yet deeply, not giving a damn about the mixture of spit and cum that was covering your body from chin to down.
You knew how big of a sucker he was for messy kisses after a good head, nothing gave him the same amount of satisfaction as this, ugh, he just loved tasting himself from your lips.
"Happy birthday, Heeseung." You managed to whisper in between kisses, feeling sore since you struggled to form each word separately.
He smiled as he hummed, helping you get back to your spot on his lap. You sat on his right thigh and spread your legs, giving him a peek of your underwear from underneath your skirt.
"Wanna unpack your gift?" You asked, gently holding one of his hands and leading it towards your aching core, grinding yourself on his digits slowly.
"Fuck .." he moaned, ".. I thought you'd never ask."
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katiemccabelover · 1 year
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Days off (Leah Williamson)
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One thing Leah absolutely loved about days off was getting to spent time with you, her girlfriend of just over a year. She loved sleeping in with you, her head buried in your hair as she inhaled your shampoo. The way you fit perfectly in her arms and the feeling of your breath against her skin.
Some days you and Leah would get dressed and head out somewhere for the day either shopping still your feet hurt or simply just going out for a late lunch.
But days spent at home doing absolutely nothing we’re the England captain’s favourite. She loved staying in comfy clothes, lying on the sofa with you in between her legs as she scratched your scalp and did absolutely nothing. So that’s what the both of you did today.
10:30am
The sun had made its way between the blinds of your shared bedroom waking you up in the process. You squinted your eyes not used to the sudden brightness as you turned over to face the blonde next to you. Now not facing the sun you could open your eyes only to find blue ones looking back at you.
“Morning.” You whispered, leaning in hoping to get your first kiss of the day.
“Morning my love.” She replied granting the you a kiss. After more pecs on the lips and talks about your dreams Leah opens her mouth, “What should we do today?” She questioned.
“Well if we don’t need to go out and get anything, I think we should watch that new show on Netflix you’ve been talking about.” You suggested and with that Leah and you got up to go make some breakfast. You opted for some cut up fruit and poured yourself and Leah a glass of apple juice.
1:00pm
You had managed to watch 3 episodes of the series and Leah had paused the show to let you know she was getting hungry. You got up out of Leah’s legs to go make some lunch and Leah had gotten up to follow you. On her days off she would spend as much time with you as she could, that meant following you everywhere. Well, everywhere but the bathroom.
You rummaged the cupboards looking for what to make before deciding on Leah’s favourite: ham sandwiches. Her eyes lit up the moment you put the ham, bread and butter on the counter. Her obsession with plain ham sandwiches always made you chuckle but everyone has their favourites. You cut them into triangles and serve them up on a plate and brought them into the living room, Leah once again following right behind you.
6:00pm
It was now dinner time and despite not doing anything today you couldn’t be bothered to make dinner so you decided to order food. There was an amazing Indian takeaway close to your house so Leah phoned up and ordered knowing you didn’t like to phone people because of your anxiety. Each little thing she did for you made you realise just how lucky you were to find Leah. She was the best of the best, always putting others before herself.
A little while later the doorbell rang so Leah got up to go grab your food. She dished up the food and brought it back to the living room where she found you looking at her with heart eyes.
“What?” She chuckled when she caught you staring.
“Nothing, just admiring you and thinking of how lucky I am.” You replied. She set the food on the glass coffee table. As you ate your food you talked about anything you and Leah could think of.
And that’s how you spent the rest of the evening, talking and giggling like you were teenagers. Your conversations consisted of the England squad and the upcoming friendly against Australia. You were going to be watching with Leah’s family just like you did for the Finalissima.
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tojixz · 1 year
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Pairing: Jake Sully x Fem!Reader
Notes: Part two done! I really didn't think part one of this simple fanfic would engage so much, I was so happy! I'm very happy that several people liked it and I hope to continue with more stories here. Also, I am new to Tumblr, so I am learning my way around the platform, so please be patient; but if you want to send me any requests or writing ideas about Avatar, feel free! I will try to elaborate and do a good write-up for you. In advance, THANK YOU VERY MUCH 💕💕
Summary: Another lovely day with the Sully family! Jake desperately chasing after the little rascals that are his children plus his pregnant wife to deal with.
Warnings: A little bit of anguish, but it is rewarded afterwards!
Word Count: 2,4k
Sa'nok (n) - Mom Tìyawn (n) - Love
Oel ngati kameie (n) - I see you
Part one | Part three
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You awoke early that morning, feeling ready to make a productive day of it. Stretching, you got up from the hammock and looked around, missing the presence of your companion, who by the looks of it began his work as head of the Omatikaya Clan early in the morning. You are somewhat saddened to wake up away from Jake's body heat, missing his big arms around you and his loving kisses all over your face. But you have gotten used to it, after all it was a necessary evil.
Standing up, you observed your children still sleeping in a deep slumber. The clan started their activities early in the day, when the sun was just beginning to rise, but you thought it unnecessary to wake your children that early, then you go do what needs to be done while they stay in the tent resting. That is until Jake came to them and got them out of bed to start their day's activities.
While still looking at the sleeping children, her eyes fixed on Lo'ak for a moment. He was having little spasms in his sleep, probably because of some dream he had been having. You let out a small laugh at this; Lo'ak was usually agitated even in his sleep. His brothers complained about how he disturbed them with his nocturnal mumblings or kicks that they were liable to get because they were close.
After standing still for long enough, you finally got ready and left the tent.
A few months had passed, so your belly was very swollen at this point. You felt heavy and sluggish, but you smiled widely every time you felt your little baby kick your belly, which wasn't the case today since he was probably also sleeping like his other siblings.
As you walked a bit, you met up with some elders who greeted you respectfully. You asked if there was anything you could help with and, as expected, you were assigned something simple. Picking fruit and herbs for the clan's food preparation.
You didn't really mind doing simple tasks, you just didn't like being treated like a fragile piece of glass just because of your pregnant state. It wasn't uncommon for pregnant Na'vi women to help hunt with the others (only in simpler hunts in this case), so it wouldn't be out of the ordinary for you to help.
You loved hunting, it made you feel useful to your clan and to your family, not to mention that others appreciated your help. You were a very good hunter, if not one of the best. You were agile and very good with the bow, being one of the main people in the clan to have exceptional aim, so being away from these activities misses you.
The main person to somehow force you not to hunt is none other than, himself, your faithful companion, Jake Sully.
He was already extremely protective of you in the early stages of pregnancy, but now that your belly was huge and you tired more easily, he protected you from even the most harmless creatures of Pandora.
Honestly, you were angry with him for it. Sometimes his constant protection was suffocating and made you feel like a child. But more childish is Jake and his stubbornness. No matter how much you argued, you would always be at square one of 'No hunting at all'.
Sighing, you settled for going after the items necessary for food preparation. At least that gave you a calming stroll with only your own presence among the flora of Pandora.
Jake had been searching for a family member for some time.
He went into his shared tent to, as usual, wake up his children to start the day. In the process he expected to find you and sprinkle you with kisses since he was unable to do that when he left the tent earlier.
However, the only thing he came across was the deadly silence of the environment and the stillness of the surroundings.
This was not normal. It definitely was not.
Their children didn't disappear like that. Even if they woke up before he arrived to wake them up, they usually stayed at home helping you with something or just enjoying themselves before Jake dragged them out.
But that wasn't the case today. There was no one in the tent, not even you.
This made your stomach turn and a bitter feeling settle in your throat. Nothing bad had happened, right?
The kids could have just gone out to play without waiting for him to arrive and you must have gone to do something. Yes, that's definitely it.
But even if it is, Jake was unable to stop the worry bubbling up inside him and the present despair he plunged into. Jake turned on his heels and hurried out of the tent in search of his children or you, whichever it was.
As he walked through the clan, Jake stopped the first person who appeared in front of him and began frantically asking questions in search of answers.
"Änsit! Oh my God, help me", Jake made the woman who was walking calmly with a basket in her arms stop abruptly at the mention of her name and turn with a look of astonishment to face the man who called out to her.
"Olo'eyktan, Oel ngati kameie. What's wrong?", the woman inquired, analyzing her leader's expressions and seeing how desperate and helpless the man is. What could be so bad that could have happened to make her great leader so frightened like this?
Jake swallowed the saliva that had built up in his mouth as he tried to stabilize his breathing, and then quickly said: "My children, have you seen them? Or their mother?"
He was able to see how the woman's body tensed for a few seconds and a worried expression took over from the previous one. This did not help ease his worries, in fact, it only made them worse.
"No, no, I didn't see them, any of them. Did something happen?"
Jake's heart froze, it wasn't possible for his noisy sons not to have made a presence in the clan yet, someone should have seen it. But he didn't have time to go out interrogating every soul he could find in front of him, his only option was to act and look for them on his own.
"Okay, thanks. If you see them, have someone let me know. For now I need to go", Jake didn't even give Änsit a chance to reason through the situation before he rushed back to search for you and your children.
He had been walking for a while and the situation was only getting worse. He could not calm his troubled heart and his eyes were beginning to fill with tears for fear that something might have happened.
In his search time he had heard that you had gone out early to help the elderly women with their search for fruits, herbs and derivatives, but so far there has been no return from you.
Jake was in the middle of the forest currently as the sun was high in the sky. He was breaking into a cold sweat as he continued to shout his name and that of his children. How could this have happened? How could he let you disappear like this?
Guilt was consuming him as worry settled in his lungs making it difficult to breathe. His throat was beginning to rasp from the many times he had called out their names. He refused to give up and knew that one hour you would answer him.
"Lo'ak! Neteyam!!" Jake continued walking and started to walk in between some trees in the process, still continuing with his call. "Kiri?! Oh Great Mother… Children, I ask you to answer me-", he was silenced by distant voices in front of him. He became still, so deadly still that it was possible to hear his heartbeat against his ribcage, just focusing on listening to the various voices behind the trees.
"Lo'ak, I will not repeat, watch out for the rocks!"
"Right Sa'nok. I am skilled, I will not get hurt."
"Sure you are", a sarcastic voice was heard soon after, pouring debauchery into every word, "Who was the fool who slipped last time and grated his entire knee?"
"Shut up Kiri!"
"Watch the lingo, Lo'ak!"
A commotion followed soon after, sounds of splashing water and screaming children filled the place. Jake would recognize those voices even on his deathbed, they were the voices that annoyed him some days, but lit up all his mornings.
He let out the breath he hadn't even realized he was holding. A shaky sigh left his lips; his legs slackened for a few seconds as relief flooded his entire being.
Jake didn't know that those voices were the sweetest thing he had ever heard in his entire life. He never wanted to listen to the silence again.
Making his way through the greenery, Jake could finally see the scene in front of him. Small children were playing in the small pond that had settled there, while a more delicate figure with a large round part in place of a stomach was sitting on the ground peeling some fruit in its basket.
It was the most beautiful sight he had ever witnessed. Although Jake was angry that you had disappeared without trace or warning, the anger was soon replaced by passion and affection for his family. Jake loved them so much, so much that his heart ached. And to think that soon they would have an extra member there, running and jumping along with their other children. Jake could not contain the smile that insisted on appearing on his lips.
Walking toward you, Jake sat down beside you while resting his head on your shoulder, making you jump from where you were standing from the fright you got.
"Ah my Eywa. What a fright Jake Sully! What did I say about sneaky approaches?" You shot him a scolding look as you calmed your heartbeat.
"I'm sorry. But I guess I'm the only one who should be angry here, because why did you disappear without even telling me? The children… do you know how desperate I was to chase after you?", his voice was firm, wanting to scold you, but you could feel the desperation in his speech.
Your lips curved upward slightly as you put your knife and fruit away in the basket beside you, only to take Jake's hands and entwine them together. "I'm sorry, love, I did not mean that. I took the opportunity of you not being around to serve as some help to the clan since you make me unable to do so in your presence", you said with a playful tone that drew a snort coming from Jake, which you just ignored and continued, "I was really going to do what I was assigned and return to join the elders, however, as I was gathering the necessary ingredients, I felt small bodies cling to my leg demanding that I play with them. Your children woke up energized today."
You and Jake shifted their focus to the children diving into the pond ahead, realizing that they probably hadn't even noticed their father's presence yet.
Jake moved even closer to you and deposited a light kiss on your lips, so soft that you were almost unable to register it. Then he lowered his face and deposited an even more loving kiss on your round belly, then you were able to hear him murmur, "I was very afraid that something might have happened to you."
Your heart squeezed at those words and you felt guilty. It wasn't fair to Jake to suddenly disappear without warning, you were a little upset this morning, but it still wasn't a reason. You can imagine the constant desperation he had been in before he found you.
The only option you found yourself able to do to soothe your companion's distressed heart was to get up and sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around Jake's neck and resting your forehead against his. "Forgive me, tìyawn", you deposited a longer kiss on Jake's mouth, pulling away minimally to whisper something that only the two of you were able to hear, "What can I do to end your fears?"
Before Jake was able to answer, you were able to hear voices of disgust behind you.
"Ew… Daddy, how long have you been here doing disgusting things?", Kiri asked as she hid her face behind her older brother so she wouldn't be able to see anything else.
"You disappear without a trace and when you see me you're already saying these things to me?", Jake took you from his lap as gently as possible, placing a quick kiss on your cheek. He got up and slowly started walking towards his children with his arms outstretched. "Am I supposed to shower you with kisses as punishment for all the hell you put me through today?"
Your children let out startled cries as they ran to protect themselves from their father's strong arms, Lo'ak colliding head-on with Neteyam in the process, causing Kiri to squirm with laughter and end up falling into the arms of Jake who was showering her with kisses all over her little face.
You started to laugh out loud at your family's pranks. You cherished moments like that and they made them memories too special to fix in your head. You cracked a smile as more laughter was heard coming from Jake, Neteyam, Lo'ak and Kiri. That is until your smile widened even more (if that was possible) as you felt your baby kicking your belly. Placing your hand on your stomach, you were able to feel the baby's excitement, as if it was sharing all the energy coming from its siblings.
You knew that surely this little being in your belly would be just as energetic as your current little ones. And it made you realize how blessed you truly were.
You would be scolded later for not having taken the promised ingredients to the elders. But that's okay, the light of your family was able to make you overcome any challenge.
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The story took a different turn than I expected, but in the end I liked it! I hope I was able to convey well the father jake desperate for his missing family lmao✨️
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nicoline1998enilocin · 7 months
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I had a dream last night... when tony (he was not iron man in my dream) came home very tired after a hard day at stark industries, I cooked him his favorite food and we ate together, then I ran him a bath (and got in the bath with him 😉), after the bath I gave him a back massage in our bed and after the massage I rode him so deliciously to help him relax even more, hearing his delicious moans and groans, telling him that I love him... after the sex, we went to sleep cuddling and whispering sweet nothings to each other, and in the next day, I brought him breakfast in bed... I treated my hubby like the king he is...
Can you pleeeease write this for me (x female reader)? I need to make this deram eternal 🥹 thank you in advance, I'm a big fan
Like a King
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PAIRING | Husband!Tony Stark x Wife!Female!Reader
WORD COUNT | 2.1K
SUMMARY | Your husband had a bad day at work, so you decide to treat him like an absolute king. From a nice home cooked meal to a warm bath and a massage, you're pulling out all the stops to make him feel loved and to turn his day around completely.
WARNING(S) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Established relationship [ Husband & Wife ], age gap [ Tony is in his early to mid 50's, Reader is in her late 30's ], smut [ Daddy kink, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), creampie, post-sex cuddles ].
A/N | Thank you so much for this request, sweet Nonnie; I hope I made your dream come to life with this fic! If you ever have another dream like this, please don't hesitate to tell me about it again because I was living my best fantasies while writing this! 🖤
Also, your comment about you being a big fan honestly made my day?! Like, I love you so SO much, Nonnie, that is the biggest compliment you can ever give me! 🥹
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Today's your day off, and you're currently at the gym when you're getting a call from your husband. Usually, he only calls during work when something's up, so all the alarm bells in your head immediately go off, and you stop what you're doing.
''Hi Angel, is everything okay?'' you ask when you pick up the phone.
''Not really, Gorgeous. Today is very stressful, and a huge deal just fell through, so I'm going home early today,'' he sighs, and you can hear the defeat in your voice.
''Alright, I'll finish my workout and swing by Stark Industries to see you. How does that sound?'' you ask.
''Sounds perfect, and I can't wait to see you. I love you, Gorgeous,'' he says.
''Love you too, my Angel,'' you say before hanging up and finishing your workout.
Thirty minutes later, you changed into a casual outfit and ready to head to your husband. You park your car in the garage, and JARVIS lets Tony know you've arrived and he's ready to go when you arrive at his office.
You knock on his door to the office, and it swings open. You're pulled into a tight embrace before you can even realize what's happening, but you also let it happen, knowing this is what Tony needs right now.
''Hi, my sweet Angel,'' you say when you pull apart and place your hands on his cheeks, rubbing your fingers over his soft skin.
Your lips place a soft, sweet kiss on his lips and feel him relax under your touch so the two of you stay like that for a little while. Exchanging small kisses, not feeling the need to say anything but being perfectly content with each other's presence.
''Shall we go home? I will cook you a nice home-cooked meal, and afterward, we can take a bath together; I can give you a massage and cuddle together,'' you offer, and he nods.
''Let's go,'' he says, telling his secretary he won't be in for the rest of the day, and no one can bother him, not even if the building burns down. Right now, Tony needs nothing other than to be loved and cared for by you.
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When the two of you arrive home, you send him to your bedroom to change into something more comfortable while you start dinner, preparing one of his favorite dishes.
You're going for some easy comfort food today, so a creamy baked mac and cheese sounds like the perfect option, and Tony thinks so, too.
When you're preparing the sauce, he walks down the stairs and over to you in the kitchen, just needing to be around you for now. His arms wrap around you while you're softly swaying to the music, and when you feel Tony's arms around you, a big smile appears on your face.
''It's smelling delicious already,'' he says as he places soft kisses on your shoulder while swaying back and forth.
''How about you sit down and read a book or nap until dinner? It's gonna be another 20 to 30 minutes, and as much as I'd love to keep dancing with you, I can't cook if you're attached to my back the entire time,'' you say as you turn around in his hold.
''Alright, but only if I get extra cuddles later tonight,'' he says, and you nod.
''You can get all the extra cuddles you want after dinner,'' you say before sending him out of the kitchen.
When your mac and cheese is in the oven, you set the dinner table, and you come to check up on Tony, who appears to be completely entranced by his book, so you just leave him for now.
About 5 minutes later, your oven dings, and you put dinner on the table, ready to get Tony and have dinner together, and finally talk about why he had such a bad day today.
You walk over to Tony and put your hands on his shoulders to notify him you're behind him, and you bend down to kiss him. He tilts his head backward to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, and you can't help but smile at it.
''Dinner's ready,'' you say, and he puts his book to the side and quickly gets up, ready to guide you back to the dining room where the food is waiting to be eaten.
He pulls out your chair, and once you scooted in, he softly kissed the top of your head. This routine you've developed over the years still warms your heart.
Once he's seated, too, you put some food on your plate before Tony puts quite a lot of it on his, as he's feeling so hungry he could eat a horse.
''It truly smells amazing, Gorgeous, you've outdone yourself once again,'' he says, and you feel a pink tint on your cheeks, blushing at his compliment.
Over dinner, the two of you talk about Tony's day and the deal that fell through so you can understand what's going on in his head and why he's feeling the way he does.
At the end of dinner, you can tell Tony feels a lot better; he doesn't seem as tense, but there's still some tension inside him, and you have the perfect way to get rid of it.
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''Do you want me to run a bath for you, my Angel?'' you ask when the dishes are done.
''You don't have to. You've already done enough today, and you deserve some relaxation too,'' Tony says, but he can see the glint of mischief in your eyes.
''Well, who said I wouldn't join you?'' you say, and with that, Tony bends over and grabs the back of your thighs, lifting you with a loud squeal before making a beeline for the master bathroom.
When he's there, he's finally putting you down, and you can run the bath with extra bubbles and your favorite peppermint-scented bath oil, which reminds you of Christmas year-round.
Once that's going, Tony can't keep his hands off of you any longer, and he wants to see your amazing body underneath his fingertips.
Your clothes find their way into the laundry basket one by one as Tony keeps undressing you like a present, giving kisses everywhere he can and ghosting his fingers over your soft flesh in places he can't reach with his mouth.
When the water is done and Tony's undressed, too, he steps in before lending you a hand and guiding you into the tub, ensuring you don't slip.
Once the two of you are seated, you can't help but lean into your husband's arms, your head resting against his shoulder while you enjoy each other's touches and presence.
''I still can't believe I got lucky enough to find you in this lifetime,'' Tony starts as his hands roam over your thighs and sides, never touching where you need him most.
''I get to live with the most gorgeous woman and call her my wife. God, I still can't believe you've said yes to marrying me and growing old with me, but I'm very glad you did,'' he says, placing small kisses on your neck and shoulder now and again to reinforce his words.
The two of you stay like that, whispering sweet nothings and giving longing touches all over each other's bodies until the water turns cold.
You get out of the bath, followed by Tony, and he drains the bathtub before helping you dry off. You do the same, and he lifts you onto the counter so you're at the perfect height for him to give you sweet, slow kisses.
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After a good amount of time, you've finally convinced him to lay down on the bed for a back massage so you can work out the knots in his shoulders and back, arguing how good he always feels once you're done and he can't say no to you.
You turned on some soft jazz music for a bit of a mood booster, drizzled some massage oil in your husband's back before going to town on the pressure points.
''Oh, f-fuck, that feels amazing, Gorgeous. Yes, right there, OH!'' he groans out, and if anyone else would hear him, they would not believe he's getting a back massage.
''Hm, you're doing so well for me, Angel,'' you say as you put some extra strength into massaging his shoulder blades, earning yourself deep groans when you feel the knots come loose.
When you're done, you rub the rest of the oil over the bottom of his back before turning him onto his back and placing yourself right onto his thighs so your hand can grab his rock-hard, throbbing member.
''Hmm, someone's been enjoying himself,'' you say before crawling down the bed and wrapping your lips around his tip while sucking in your cheeks.
''Oh, shit, yeah, that's it, Gorgeous, keep sucking like that,'' he growls, and you slowly take more of him into your mouth, wrapping your hand around the parts your mouth can't get to.
Hearing those delicious sounds from him only makes you feel wetter, and you feel slick dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets from how turned on you are.
When he almost reaches his orgasm, he pulls you off and up to him, so he can taste himself in your mouth while his cock prods your soaking-wet entrance.
''Hm, Daddy, please fuck me,'' you moan softly, and with one smooth motion, he's pulled you onto his cock, stretching your cunt to the max with his sudden motion.
''FUCK!'' you exclaim as he's buried deep inside you and starts bouncing you on his cock without letting you adjust. Your boobs bounce up and down deliciously for Tony, and he lets you set your own pace, letting his hands wander to your nipples to play with them.
''D-Daddy, gonna cum for you,'' you say after a little while, and with that, Tony groans as he plants his feet on the bed, bending his legs and thrusting up into you until you come undone all around him.
''Jesus, such a good fucking girl for your Daddy,'' he says, and his back arches off the bed as he spills deep inside you without warning. He cums so hard that it drips out of you almost immediately and makes a mess all over his cock and balls.
''Hmm,'' you hum softly as you lay on Tony's chest, completely fucked out and very comfortable.
''Come on, pretty girl, just need to clean you up,'' Tony says, but you groan in response, holding onto him tighter because you don't want him to leave yet.
''Stay,'' you croak out, and he does just a little longer, but eventually, he has to get up and clean both of you up, so he grabs a warm washcloth to clean you after cleaning himself in the bathroom.
''Alright, let's get you into a pair of underwear and a shirt, Gorgeous,'' he says, and you agree, letting Tony put a pair of lacy panties and one of his oversized shirts on you before climbing back into bed.
''I love you so much, Gorgeous; thank you for turning this shitty day around and making me feel a thousand times better,'' Tony says, and you smile softly.
''Love you too, Angel,'' you say before drifting into a deep slumber while Tony pulls you onto his chest so you're almost holding on like a koala bear. Soft kisses keep finding their way to the top of your head while he whispers sweet nothings and rub circles over your back until he hears your soft snores.
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The next morning, you've woken up earlier than usual, so you decide to make good use of it by preparing breakfast in bed for your amazing husband.
When you're walking into the bedroom, you see he's just waking up, and when he sees you with the tray in your hands, his face splits open in a wide grin at the sight.
''What have I done to deserve all this love from you, Gorgeous?'' he asks.
''Being the best husband I could ever wish for, and calling in sick today because I have a whole day planned that doesn't involve getting out of bed,'' you say, a mischievous smile appearing on your face.
''Done!'' he says when you've put the tray down, and he pulls you on your lap. The two of you fed each other breakfast before being tangled up in a twist of limbs and bodies until the sun went down and came up the next day.
Married life has never felt better than it does now.
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say you won’t let go
a/n: aaand it’s here! i decided to make it into a dual pov, you’ll see y/n’s pov too in the next chapter.
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JJ
“…His life was taken from him too soon, he had a really good heart and was such a hard worker…”
One of Ricky’s best friend and co-worker kept talking but I couldn’t listen to him anymore, my ears were buzzing and my eyes were unfocused.
Although it had been a week since the accident, I still felt like it wasn’t real, that it was all just a dream that I was about to wake up from. But no, I was standing there in front of his stone and was surrounded by his friends and mine.
Family had never been an option for either of us; well, except for the little guy I was holding in my arms, his little hands around my neck as he cried silent tears. It was still so hard to explain to him what had happened to his dad and why he couldn’t see him anymore and it broke my heart.
I couldn’t even look at my own nephew without feeling that tight sensation pulling at my chest, still I had to be strong for him, I had to show him that everything was going to be alright. I started rubbing his back, hoping to give him some comfort.
“It’s okay, Adam. I’ve got you, buddy, don’t worry.” I murmured in his ear while his crying started to subdue.
As much as I wanted to look like I knew what I was doing, she saw right through me, as always. Her arm snaked around mine while her head rested on my shoulder and I knew she was trying to tell me, wordlessly, the same things I had just whispered to Adam.
Y/N Routledge. Probably the only reason why I was still standing in front of that stone and all those people without breaking down. She was trying to mend all the broken pieces of my heart that, unbeknownst to her, was already hers to begin with. However, that was something no one was supposed to know, especially her, I couldn't lose her and, in that moment, she was the only one who was able to ground me during the most difficult time of my life. 
I had a child to raise and so much grief to deal with and yet when her fingers started locking with mine, caressing the back of my hand with her thumb, I knew I was a goner. If I have had more tears in me, I would’ve bawled my eyes out right then and there but I was all out of those so I settled on squeezing her hand as a sign of my appreciation.
When the ceremony was over, I took Adam back to my small and empty apartment. The previous week had been so rough that my own house didn’t feel right, everything was wrong.
“Jamie?”
Adam’s head lift up from my chest and looked at me with those big sad eyes.
He loved calling me that, I didn’t know if he tried to make fun of my name or if he actually liked the nickname, either way I loved the kid too much to even care.
“Yeah, bud? What’s up?”
“Can we change clothes and watch a movie? I’m tired.”
If only I could’ve taken all of this kid’s pain, I would’ve in a heartbeat.
“Yes, of course. You wanna watch something in particular?”
He shrugged, his hands playing with the collar of my shirt, still a little damp from his tears but I didn’t mind one bit.
“No, just stay with me, please?” He put his head on my chest again and I held him even closer to me, I didn’t know if I was hurting him at that point with how much my arms were caging him but even if I were he didn’t tell me.
“I’m not going anywhere, kiddo, I promise you.”
After we had changed into more comfortable clothes, we laid on the old couch in the small living room while ‘toy story 2’ was playing on the tv in front of us.
He had almost fallen asleep when we heard a knock on the front door. I slowly lifted his head from my stomach and got up to open it, not expecting her standing outside with a paper bag in one hand and a covered tray in the other.
“Hey, sorry, I was just dropping by to bring you two some food. You told me you didn’t have time to go grocery shopping so I thought-“
“It’s okay,” I stopped her rambling because I knew she was freaking out, probably thinking she was intruding but she wasn’t, “thank you, princess, really.”
Her shoulders relaxed at the nickname and my genuine smile so she gave me a shy one herself, melting my heart at the sight.
“Come in.” I moved from the entry and let her into the apartment she already knew very well, and then she headed for the kitchen.
Before Ricky’s accident, she used to be always at my place, saying that it was too empty and that she was ‘just bringing some brightness’ into it.
I knew that she thought it was a joke but god how true that was; Y/N had always brought light wherever she went and even at the darkest moments of my life, she had managed to bring a smile on my face and warmth in my chest.
“Y/N? Is that you?”
Adam sat up on the couch, rubbing his eyes; when he looked up at Y/N, his whole face lit up.
Like I told you, she was always the light in the darkness.
Y/N came back into the living room, now empty-handed, and smiled sweetly at him, “of course, bug,” she said while walking towards the couch but Adam was faster, running right to her.
She laughed lightly and picked him up in her arms.
“Hi, my favorite human.” I couldn’t contain the smile anymore, my nephew’s giggle at her nickname was everything I needed to hear that day.
“You want to know a secret?” She fake-whispered to him, knowing full well I could still hear her. He nodded at her words.
“I made those brownies you love and they’re all for you. Don’t tell your uncle, though, you know he loves them just as much.”
Finally, a wide smile spread on his cute face. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and thanked her.
“Can I still share some with him? I don’t want him to be sad.”
She chuckled at that, “of course you can, bug. I was just kidding.”
 I had thanked her in my head so many times during that conversation that I had lost count. I was so worried about him that I had forgotten how much I had missed his laughter and that big smile of his. She made it seem so easy, loving her, that is. They had met only a handful of times before but he had fallen in love with her right away, and I mean,  how could i have blamed him?
It was already 9:30 p.m. when we found ourselves sitting on the couch with our stomachs full; Adam’s head was in my lap while his legs were in hers. He had fallen asleep a little later than his bedtime but we had all lost track of time that afternoon.
Y/N’s hand started brushing some hair out of his face, a sweet smile adorning her face;  then that same hand came up on my arm to get my attention although it was already on her.
“How are you?”
“I’m fine, I guess.”
“Right, let me rephrase. Your best friend, the one who’s known you since you were an annoying seven year old, is asking you: how are you?”
I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes, concern was all over her face so I knew I couldn’t have lied to her.
“I don’t know.” That was true, I didn’t know how I was, I was feeling so much and so little at the same time; it was as if I was about to explode from the pain and I was numb altogether.
“I feel guilty. It shouldn’t have been him, he had a son for fuck’s sake. Why did it have to be him? It should’ve been someone else, It should’ve been-“
“Don’t. Don’t you even say it, JJ. It should’ve been no one. It’s okay to feel like that, he was young and had so much going on for him but so do you, okay? You also have people who love you and care about you, so please don’t start thinking that it would’ve been easier if it hadn’t been him in that car that day. Besides, there’s no way you’re leaving before me, I forbid you.”
I smiled at that. My head dropped on her shoulder and, with my nose brushing against her neck, I scooted closer to her making her arm wrap around my neck and her fingers run through my hair.
“You forbid me?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Then I forbid you, too. Could never live without you, pretty girl.”
I don’t know if I had imagined it but I swore I could’ve felt her heartbeat speeding up at my words.
“Then I guess we’re going together.”
“That’s okay with me.”
We were just enjoying the silence, Adam’s heavy breaths was the only sound in the room. Y/N’s sweet perfume was all over my face and it was bringing me so much comfort and peace that I had finally let the first tear of the day abandon my eye. She caught it with her left hand right away and kissed my forehead while I gave her a light kiss on her neck.
“Thank you,” it was barely a whisper but I knew she had heard it, “for everything, really. He’s so happy when you’re around, I don’t know how you do it but thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me, you know that. I love him, too, you know? He’s such a sweet and kind kid. Reminds me of his uncle.”
“Thought you said I was just annoying.” She laughed and god I would’ve given everything I had to hear that sound again and again.
“Yeah you were, actually you are, but you still have some good qualities…sometimes.”
I lifted my head from her neck and looked at the smug smile on her face. That woman was going to be the death of me.
“Happy to hear that you’re not completely bothered by my existence.”
“You’re welcome.”
After a while I decided to bring Adam to what used to be my guest room but was now his own bedroom; as soon as his head had hit the pillow, his little hand reached out for me.
“Jamie, are you staying with me tonight?”
“Whatever you want, buddy. Just give me a minute, okay?”
He nodded and went back to sleep.
We had been doing that all week, every time I tucked him into bed, he asked me to stay with him. It wasn’t even a question worth asking anymore because he knew my answer was always positive. That kid had me wrapped around his finger even before the accident so after that? I would’ve done anything to make him happy.
“Hey, are you staying here tonight? It’s late, you shouldn’t drive.” I asked Y/N when I entered the living room.
“Yeah, sure. I’ll just sleep on the couch, don’t worry. Can you give-“
“What?” My face had probably confusion written all over it, “you’re not sleeping on the couch when there’s a perfectly good bed in my room.”
Before she could’ve said anything, I stopped her and continued, “i’m sleeping in the guest room with Adam, he asked me to stay with him so don’t worry, bed’s all yours.”
“Oh, okay, that’s- that’s okay.” I smiled at her reaction, I wanted to know what was going on in that head of hers.
“Geez, you’re acting as if you’ve never slept here … in my bed with me.” And finally, she blushed at my words, her eyes had slightly widened but she tried not to show it.
“Yeah, no, i know, that’s not what i meant, it’s just -“ I burst out laughing, I wasn’t able to keep it anymore, she looked so flushed it was hilarious. “You know what? Goodnight, JJ. You’re still annoying.”
As she brushed past me to get to my bedroom, I brought my arm around her waist and pulled her to me.
“Okay, okay, i’m sorry.” Yet I was still smiling, mostly because I couldn’t understand how someone could make you forget about everything that’s wrong in your life with just their presence.
“I hate you.” She looked up at me and the fake pout on her lips made me snort and shake my head.
“Sure you do, princess. Goodnight.” I kissed the top of her head while holding her closer to me; ‘That’s the smile’ i thought to myself when she lifted her head to look at me.
“Goodnight, J.”
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*you're my dream (one) (sanji x f!reader)
♫ “WHATEVER YOU LIKE” ANYA MARINA  || "i want your body, need your body / long as you got me, you won’t need nobody" + Sanji & the Hecate: Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
☼ Summary/Request: I just realized this is long, I’m so sorry, Please a Sanji x shyReader? 💜 He’s deeply in love with her but already dating together. Everyone shipping Sanji and shyreader hard. Can’t stop thinking shyreader being a very powerful sorceress in the planet, like Dr strange or Scarlet Witch powers. After recruiting Sanji, the crew decided to recruit his girlfriend & she accepts while the crew realizes she’s buggy ex, he’s still in love with her & talking about her nonstop but they adore her. Bonus: shyreader dream is to become a magician & she’s the ex girlfriend of Buggy the clown & he regrets breaking up with her ever since. Just fluff - anonymous
✎ A/N: Sanji imagine. Reposted from my main blog. Thank you for sending this one in! I had fun writing this one. Thank you so much for the feedback. I really appreciate them. I hope I captured the request. Feedback is appreciated! Thank you! ♥
‼ ‼ WARNINGS: language, some sweet stuff
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“I feel ridiculous.” You stood in front of Sanji wearing some dark overalls, a blue peasant-style blouse, and a black hat. Sanji leaned back in his seat as he looked you over, while he stirred his glass of tea. “I don’t think they’re going to like me.” You whined and dropped the hat before you sat in the empty seat next to him. 
“You could just be yourself?” He suggested and gave you a half-smirk. He leaned in close to you and kissed your cheek softly. You felt your face start to flush. It never failed, your boyfriend always stirred those pesky feelings inside of you.  “This isn’t a business interview, love, it’s only to show them what you can do. And how you would fit right in.” He reached for your hand and twisted the silver ringer around your middle finger. The ring was similar to the one he wore. He actually had specially made for you, giving the jeweler his for inspiration.
You used your free hand to rub your face annoyed. Sanji was recently offered the chance to join Luffy’s pirate crew. And you jokingly suggested that maybe you could join too. The idea stuck with your boyfriend and he promised he would bring you aboard. For some reason, you felt like you needed to dress the part. 
“What if -“ You started to say as you picked at Sanji’s palm absentmindedly. “Something goes wrong. And they think, no, we don’t need that. Too much of a distraction.” Sanji wrapped his fingers around yours, bringing your hand to his lips, and gently pressed his lips against your knuckles. 
It was by chance you found Sanji. Your damn ex abandoned you when he felt you weren’t needed anymore, at least he let you believe that. You started squatting in any empty spaces you could find. You found the door to the restaurant unlocked, wiggled your way inside, and rummaged through the food. Leaving trails of wrappers scattered around the floor. Sanji had come in early that day and caught you. However, instead of running you out, he made you something to eat. He told you he wasn’t going to tell, he was going to make a quick, delicious meal and it would be better than the processed. 
After a brief introduction to the owner, you started working at the restaurant as a dishwasher. Sanji and you grew closer. You felt yourself falling in love, opening yourself up again. You trusted him, he trusted you. 
“Come on, love. Let’s introduce you,” he squeezed your hand and guided you to the boat. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. He remained so cool and kept you close. You stayed behind him, allowing him to do the talking. 
“Sanji! There you are!” Luffy exclaimed and tilted his head at you. “Is this her?” 
“Obviously,” Zoro muttered. Luffy was still wearing his grand smile. 
“Yes. This is my girlfriend.” Sanji stepped aside and took your hand to gently pull you forward. “I think she would make a wonderful addition to our crew.” He nodded at you, then studied everyone’s expressions. You glanced up at him nervously, then exchanged a quick glance at the crew. 
“Yes!” Luffy said and gave you a thumbs up.”Welcome aboard!”  
Zoro and Nami exchanged a look after Luffy gave the thumbs up, then at Luffy. 
“I can help! I can…do stuff.” You finally spoke and half smiled nervously. You let go of Sanji’s hand and cautiously stepped forward. You glanced up at the tied-up sails and maneuvered your hands to create wind. The sails quickly unraveled, your created wind blew into the sails. The boat shifted forward startling everyone, some of them gripped the sides. Everyone stared at you slowly processing what was taking place, in shock that you moved the boat. No one spoke for a long moment. You pushed your mouth to the side considering your apology. Sanji squeezed your hand keeping you from moving away.   
“Whoa! Whoa!” Usopp gasped, leaping up and down. “I know what you are… I mean I think! I didn’t think they were still around though. Are you?” 
“What?” Nami questioned as she watched the sails move. 
“Yeah! I mean Kaya and I would read about magic, so many legends and books. But to see a Hecate…in person,” he started to say while staring at you in full amazement. “You moved this boat. Created wind. It’s been still for so long.” 
“What is that?” Luffy pursed his lips. 
“They’re a sorceress. Magic. The stories were they vanished. They were pushed out, deemed too dangerous for living. Well, shit! Until now!” Usopp said excitedly and jumped over to you. He blinked as if you weren’t real and hugged you tightly. Sanji cleared his throat, wrinkling his nose a little at Usopp to step back. You only laughed nervously and shrugged meekly. 
“My grandparents taught me to keep it a secret. But,” you stared up at Sanji and grinned, squeezing his hand. “Sanji speaks highly of all of you. And if I can help, then I will.” You smiled wide. Sanji kissed your forehead and hugged you to the side of him. 
“Welcome to the Straw Hats,” Zoro said dryly before he went back below deck. Usopp nodded eagerly and smiled. Nami gave you a playful salute, following Zoro to go back to studying her maps. 
“You’re magic. So cool!” Luffy leaped up. “We have a magician part of the crew.” 
“Feel better?” Sanji whispered to you and rubbed your shoulder lovingly. You exhaled, leaned into him finally feeling at ease. You didn’t trust too many people with your abilities, but Sanji was by your side. It helped calm you. 
“I’m hungry.” You kissed him quickly. He kissed you back, then took your hand to show you to the kitchen. 
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Orange Town. Buggy sat lazily on his throne, fiddling with the blades between his fingers. He swung his foot back and forth. He half listened to the old man in front of him stumbling through his words. “We… we tried. We just couldn’t find her, Captain.” The man demonstrated big gestures with his hands as if to draw a picture of the struggle. 
“Didn’t you say you were the world’s best tracker?” Buggy asked calmly. The man nodded his head once and tried to explain himself again adding more details about the hardships he faced. “Didn’t! You say you could find her?” Buggy’s voice went up a notch. 
“Yes. But our source didn’t find a trail. She’s a Hecate, captain. We all thought they were gone, so there was no need to keep up with the tricks and traits,” he tried to explain. 
Buggy exhaled loudly, he threw one of the daggers grinning to himself when it landed in the man’s shoulder. The old man yelled out in pain, gripping his shoulder tightly. “Try something else!” Buggy widened his eyes and shrugged casually. “She’s a fucking walking marker. She’s fucking magic! They shouldn’t be difficult! Not many of them walking around free!” 
Cabaji was growing bored of this. “Why don’t you move on? She caused you nothing but trouble.” 
Buggy turned to his pirate. He narrowed his eyes at him, roughly dropped his feet from the throne. “She can help me, idiot. I feel betrayed she never told me all that she could do!” He jumped to his feet. “No one betrays me! She was able to do a hell of a lot more than she showed.” 
Cabaji rolled his eyes, then turned his attention to the sad, old man. “Is he still useful?” 
“No.” Buggy waved his hand. “Want something done right, gotta do it yourself.” 
The old man stumbled to his feet, trying to get to the exit. The other clowns got to him to stop him from escaping. Buggy allowed his crew to do what they needed to the man. He left to his room. He kicked his bed, and started tearing his belongings. 
You had been a big part of Buggy’s crew. He considered you his first mate, along with his favorite lover. It wasn’t until he started becoming obsessed with your powers when things started turning into ash. He was going to use it as his personal weapon. 
“You said you wouldn’t!” You yelled at him when he tried to convince you it was for the better. “I am part of this insane circus for you. This thing isn’t for your gain, Buggy. It’s to protect us You and me.” 
“If you won’t help me! I’ll find someone else!” Buggy smiled wide at you. He carried you to the edge of the boat. You struggled with him, kicking your legs out, pounding on his back. He only laughed hysterically at you, then dropped you overboard. 
He thought the sea would take care of you. No one else would know about you. He didn’t want someone else coming in and using you. So, he thought what better way than to abandon you? 
The day haunted him, drove him mad. And now, he heard you were alive and doing well. He wanted you back. 
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Being part of the same crew as Sanji felt like home. You helped Usopp create love letters and sent them to Kaya. You used your magic to make sure they got there in time. You never told Zoro, but you were in a staring contest with him. He was winning. Nami shared her maps with you and you studied them to learn about the sea. Luffy wanted to know how your magic worked, so you created small tricks to entertain him. 
You could feel the sunlight peek through the window. You tucked your face against Sanji, he moved a little and exhaled. You two were curled up in his cot. He stayed up late trying new recipes and you were his taste tester. Once you could barely keep your eyes open, you two stumbled quietly to the bedding quarters. You admitted to him you weren’t very tired yet. He smirked at you as tried his best not to wake the others, guiding you toward the cot. You started to unbutton your top, he pulled off his shirt. 
He made the first move. He kissed you deeply, walking you backward. You laughed quietly when you fell back onto the bedding bringing him down with you. You pressed your finger against your lips signaling a 'shh' gesture as you glanced over at a sleeping Usopp and Luffy. You nodded at Sanji. “I really thought you were sleepy,” he mumbled. 
“Eh. Tricked ya.” You cupped his face, gently caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “I love you,” you said.
“I love you so damn much,” he replied and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t long before the other pieces of clothing disappeared. The two of you were wrapped up in each other, peppering his skin with your kisses, he tenderly nipping at your neck. You used your magic to create thunder sounds to fill the sky so your love sounds wouldn't alert the crew. 
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Are you going to wake up?” You spoke groggily. He kept his eyes closed, shaking his head in response. You half smiled, running your thumb over his lips. He pecked it. “Sanji…” you rested your chin on his chest. 
“No.” He moved his fingers up and down your back. “I want this.” He ruffled up his hair finally opening his eyes to peek at you. 
“Me too. But… we got responsibilities.” You kissed his chest, before rolling to the side of the bed. Sanji moved when you did. He kissed your back, dragging his lips down your body, and then back up to your shoulder. 
“Morning, beautiful.” His warm breath touched your bare skin, making you shiver. 
“We can’t stay in bed.” You shook your head and kissed him quickly. You forced yourself out and got changed into some shorts and an old buttoned-up shirt belonging to Sanji. You slipped on your blue boots. 
Sanji took his time to get dressed, giving you an incontinent facial expression. You smiled lazily and shrugged at him. “They’re probably expecting waffles.”
“They or you?” He tied his shoes, then took a step toward you. 
“Me.” 
He kissed you in response and then begrudgingly left the room, walking to the kitchen. Nami was at the table looking over an old book, scribbling some notes. Luffy was hovering over her asking questions and if she learned anything about the one piece. 
“Morning!” Luffy waved at you and Sanji. 
“Morning,” you smiled. You followed Sanji to get the pans sorted and coffee started. Sanji began to make everyone breakfast. Once you served yourself coffee, you happily sipped it staying near the table where Sanji was. 
“Guys!” Usopp came rushing in, followed by Zoro. “Kaya wrote back.”
“That’s good!” Luffy nodded. “Right?” 
“Yes! But! She told me something very interesting,” he laughed a little while speaking, then he laid out the letter. Nami picked it up and read it over. “Buggy is searching for the Hecate.” 
You swallowed your coffee too quickly, waving your hand in front of your mouth as if that would help. Sanji widened his eyes in response, stopping from what he was doing. He knew about your former relationship with Buggy the Clown. You were both under the impression he was out of the picture. 
“He’s searching for you,” Nami spoke, placing the letter down. The crew zoomed their attention in your direction. 
“Shit.” You muttered. 
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Hi! I love your works I'd like to request what the omega naruto boys would have as their "ideal type" of alpha if that's okay. Or just them being smitten with their intended alpha please (or maybe a bit of both?). Thank you so much.
Hey, hey!! I don't think there would be only one type of alpha for each boy, but I will write some stuff that crops up in my head for them in a bit more of a generic way :D I also just picked a handful of characters! Hope that's okay!! <3
Naruto boys' 'ideal' alpha
Naruto:
He needs an alpha that shows love for him overtly and in every movement that they make.
Someone who won't get annoyed in the middle of the night if Naruto asks 'do you love me? 🥺' or accidentally kicks them in his sleep.
He wants someone with a sense of humour that matches his own.
He needs someone who thrives when all his friends are around, who lets him indulge by showing them off and bragging about them constantly. Extroverts are his type, I think, but social competency is not required.
Naruto really, really wants someone who will make him feel like the centre of the universe when they look at him. Someone who loves like he loves. Someone who looks after him, but also lets him look after them.
Sasuke:
Patience is key in an alpha for Sasuke.
He needs someone who takes things slowly, but calmly. Someone who knows exactly when to take things seriously and when to wave problems away as no big deal.
Someone who loves to travel, but also someone who loves to hunker down at home.
He needs someone strong, physically and/or emotionally.
He needs someone who understands that he pushes people away because he's scared of how much they mean/could mean to him, who treats his trauma as important, but also as something that doesn't have to define him completely.
Most importantly though, Sasuke needs someone dependable, someone he can trust to always be there, prioritise him and always love him.
Brains are optional though.
Shikamaru:
Shikamaru needs someone who understands him. He is so often misunderstood, and while that doesn't bother him, he feels like melting inside when his alpha sees directly into his soul.
He needs someone to say no for him, to ask him what he truly wants from his life and support him in that.
Shikamaru wants someone who loves to massage him as much as he loves being massaged. Someone who will give him head pats and back scratches.
He knows that Naras can get a bit intense sometimes. He wants someone who indulges that passion, but he needs someone who knows when to indulge and when to snap him out of it.
Shikamaru needs someone who gets along with his friends, because he's the type who brings his partner to everything he gets invited to.
Ultimately, he needs someone who makes him feel excited to be awake.
Chouji:
Chouji is a family man through and through. He needs an alpha who will thrive in his family, one way or another.
Food is at the centre of his family too, so an alpha that is some kind of foodie is ideal. He doesn't care if they don't eat meat, or dairy, or they're allergic to nuts, he and his family will always accommodate them, he just wants them to be adventurous with food, to take a spoonful of what he's cooking and tell him what they think.
Chouji also wants someone who communicates brilliantly. Someone who says what's on their mind, but is always tactful enough to avoid hurting others. He wants to hear their thoughts and feelings and have his listened to in return.
This may seem strange, but he'd love an alpha that often remembered their dreams. He almost always remembers his and loves to share and compare over breakfast and other down times.
What Chouji really wants in an alpha, is someone to spend time with. Garden with him, got out with him, watch films with him, cook with him, anything and everything, as long as he's together with his partner, he's happy.
Shino:
Shino needs someone who can appreciate silence, who never feels awkward when Shino is quiet, or takes a while to think about what he wants to say.
He needs someone who appreciates and adores his little quirks, cherishing all the trinkets he brings them and weird bug facts that he shares.
He wants someone whose gaze never strays from him, never stares at others for too long, who calls him beautiful and means it.
Shino doesn't need for his alpha to love bugs as much as he does, in fact, that's his thing, he would probably feel strange if they were as knowledgeable as him. No, he just wants someone who knows about his bugs, sees his bugs, and doesn't let it change the way they treat him or think about him as a person.
Shino secretly wants an alpha that will feel comfortable putting an arm around him or holding his hand in public. He blushes every time, but just knowing that an alpha would show off their relationship makes him feel secure.
What he really, truly and deeply needs, is someone who will love him for who he is, not in spite of who he is.
Kiba:
Kiba needs an alpha who thrives in chaos, someone open minded, always willing to try new experiences.
He needs someone fiercely loyal. Kiba is that way himself, and the feeling of being more loyal to someone than they are to you is a bad one. He wants a ride or die relationship to the very core.
Kiba wants someone with a great sense of humour, who can laugh at themselves and everyone else. He swoons over alphas with big, loud laughs.
Being a dog lover is key to any alpha for him.
He wants someone honest. Someone protective. Someone that smacks him on the butt whenever they walk past him.
Most of all, he needs someone that understands that him and his family work a little differently, and who wants to try to be a part of that. Someone he can make strange noises at or flop on top of without them making it weird.
Itachi:
He needs someone who will gently tuck his hair behind his ears when it falls in his face.
Someone who can remind him to look for small pieces of joy amongst the trauma, drinking expensive tea, watching the rain and trying new dango flavours.
He thrives with a calm person. Someone who speaks gently and rarely gets overwhelmed with emotions.
He needs someone who doesn't judge him for the awful things he has done, ideally someone who can treat him like the traumatised young adult that he is.
He lives for an alpha that will only look at him. He's secretly a jealous person, as all Uchiha are, and although he hides it, he would thrive with an alpha that indulged that side of him with reassurances.
He doesn't want someone who will try to argue with him on his plans to die at Sasuke's hand, or someone who will push him to treat the illness he thinks he deserves.
He doesn't want someone like that, but he needs someone like that. An alpha that can walk the line between upsetting him and letting him die.
Brains are optional.
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Pamper Night (George Russell)
Little Russel has been tiring their mom out and they're not even born yet
Note: english is not my first language, here is some George content that I hope you like 🤍
Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so but know that I'm not certain when I'll be able to tend to them!
Tw: pregnancy
"Text me when you get there okay?", you said after George gave you one last hug, "Of course darling, anything you need call Cara or myself, okay?", he said as he bid goodbye, his car leaving the house so he could join the team for race weekend.
Getting inside with Maya, the cocker spaniel you and George got after four years of dating, she followed you to the kitchen, the constant pregnancy hunger definitely a thing nowadays, "so, baby Russell, tell me, are we feeling some puddding or some savoury pastry?", you spoke outloud, Maya wiggling her tail at the prospect of you letting something fall on the floor before you settled on the pudding, grabbing one of the cocker spaniel's treats and giving it to her before washing your hands and grabbing a spoon, eating the sweet food before heading to the bedroom, needing to get ready for the evenig plans of sitting on your bed and watching a comedy show rerun while you waited to hear from your husband once he arrived safely at his hotel. You got the message 4 hours later, a picture of his face with a goodnight wish, leaving you with a bit smile on your face. Despite missing him dearly when you couldn't be at his races, he was doing his dream job and you couldn't be prouder of him.
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You were watching the qualifying laps, the numbers on the TV screen seeming quite good for George, the odds pointing to a start within the first 5 grid places, and given the track and how the car had been performing, it was as incredible result. It wasn't long before Maya needed to go outside ao you got up and opened the door for her, watching her run around for a bit before getting back inside, following you like the little shadow she was. You were in the middle of a shower when you heard your phone ring, washing the rest of the soap suds from your body before getting out, wrapping your hair and body in towells as you made your way into the bedroom, seeing that George had tried to FaceTime you so, placing your phone on top of the chest of drawers, you were putting on your undies while it rang your husband, "Why am I looking at our ceiling, darling?", you heard his chucke through the phone speaker when you noticed the phone had slid down, instead of showing you it was showing him the white ceiling instead, "sorry, I was just having a shower and apparently our furniture is slippery", you giggled, finding a small face towell to create grip so that your phone would stay upright, "Congratulations on P3, my love, we're very proud of you!", you said as you grabbed your body cream, starting to rub it on damp skin like it instructed too while you heard your husband talk about his laps, "we were so sure we would have trouble with the turns but it turns out that the car is doing far better than we expected, which leaves us hopeful for tomorrow's race", he said, a smile etched on his lips when he noticed you bringing your hands to your bump. Your pregnancy was very much wanted between you and George, and he loved it even more when he started noticing the bump grow, an actual visual and touchable sign that you were growing his baby in your tummy, the sight never failed to make him smile and thank his lucky stars, "That's good, you guys deserve it with all the work you've put in", you said, noticing his attention was on your middle section, "Little one has been moving a lot today", you commented as you tapped above your belly button, "yeah? Are they excited for daddy possibly getting a podium tomorrow?", George asked on the other end of the line, "Oh, they know daddy is getting P1 tomorrow".
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Texting your husband congratulations after his race win, knowing he still had media duties and meeting to attend, you made your way to the kitchen so you could grab some snacks while you watched the post race interviews on TV, getting a quick text from your husband saying he was boarding the plane and he would be home after dinner time thanks to the race location.
George parked the car on the garage, having noticed the dim lighting from the living room window when he entered the property, grabbing his bags and leaving them at the entrance where he was greeted by an enthusiastic Maya, "Hello Maya, how was your weekend? Did you have fun without me?", he said as he layed on her back, asking for some more belly scratches, George giving them to her before he thought it was odd that you had yet to join them. Your waddling wasn't that slow when he left and it suddenly didn't get slower over four days. Urging Maya to follow him into the living room, he was greeted with a picture worthy moment as you were lying on your side, one arm by your side on the sofa while the other cradled your Mercedes team t-shirt cladded bump, a sudden movement you made making it rise from your thigh and revealing you were wearing one of George's boxers. Taking a picture so he could have the memory forever, George approached you on the sofa, stroking your bump when he felt you start to wake up from your nap, "Hi, you could have gone to bed, you didn't need to wait for me", he said softly, allowing you to get used to the stimuli around you, "you're home", you squealed opening your arms so he could cuddle you on the sofa. Carefully scooting around you, George managed to lay your back on his chest, his hand continuing his previous ministrations on your bump and thighs as you told him about what you and Maya had been up to during the weekend, "and after you said you were boarding I swear I only got up for some food while I watched the interviews, but I was so tired I must have fallen asleep", you blushed, pregnancy really making your fall asleep anywhere and anytime of the day.
Holding his arms so he could help you get up, George laced his fingers in yours so you could both head upstairs to your shared bedroom, his voice soothing as he announced he was giving a pamper night routine, "Do you want to change out of those?", he asked gently, grabbing your pyjamas while he watched the same view he had seen on his phone few days before, "Come here, daddy missed his loves", he said as you layed down on the bed, George's hand easing the pain on your hips and back before rubbing oil on your bump, kissing every each of skin he could, "you're incredible, my love. I'll never be able to thank you for allowing me to experience this with you", he muttered, "Well, if you keep doing these pamper nights I think you're up to a good start!".
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Pool Party. 🩱🍹 🤽
It was a hot summer day, and I couldn't contain my excitement as I pulled into Minho and Jisung's driveway. Today was the day of their epic pool party, and I had been secretly in love with both of them for what felt like forever. My heart fluttered nervously in my chest as I stepped out of my car and walked towards their house.
I wore my favorite bikini, a vibrant red one that hugged my curves in all the right places. It was my secret weapon, the seductive attire that would hopefully catch their attention. With a deep breath, I rang the doorbell and waited anxiously.
The door swung open, and there stood Minho, his eyes widening in surprise as he took me in. "YN, wow! You look stunning!" he exclaimed, a hint of a blush spreading across his cheeks. Jisung appeared from behind him, his mouth slightly agape. "Yeah, you look amazing, YN!" he added, his voice filled with admiration.
I couldn't help but blush at their compliments. "Thank you both," I replied, trying to contain my excitement. "I couldn't resist joining the pool party. Mind if I jump in?"
They both grinned and gestured for me to follow them. As we made our way to the backyard, the atmosphere buzzed with laughter and music. The smell of food wafted through the air, and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of friends having a great time.
As the day went on, I found myself casually flirting with Minho and Jisung, gently dropping hints of my interest. I laughed at their jokes, leaned in a little closer during conversations, and made sure to showcase my swimming skills.
The sun started to set, casting a warm glow over the backyard. The pool party had come to an end, and everyone began disembarking from the water, gathering their belongings and starting to leave. Sensing the perfect opportunity, I approached Minho and Jisung, who were wringing out their wet hair.
"Hey, do you guys need any help cleaning up?" I asked, innocently but with a hint of mischief in my voice. They exchanged a quick glance before nodding appreciatively. "Sure, that'd be great, YN!"
Together, we picked up discarded cups, folded up towels, and tidyed the pool area. As we worked side by side, I found myself stealing glances at them, hoping they'd notice my efforts and appreciate the closeness we shared.
The conversation flowed effortlessly as we cleaned up, jokes and laughter breaking the silence. It felt like an intimate moment, one in which I relished being in their presence. As the last item was put away, Minho looked at me with gratitude in his eyes. "Thank you, YN. You're a lifesaver."
Jisung chimed in, grinning mischievously. "Yeah, you've definitely won some major points with us today!"
My heart swelled with delight as I let their words sink in. Maybe, just maybe, my subtle attempts at seduction were not in vain. As we all retreated back into the house, a familiar feeling of hope ignited within me. With every passing moment, my love for Minho and Jisung continued to grow, and I knew that this pool party was just the beginning of a beautiful journey.
As the night deepened, Minho and Jisung invited me to stay a little longer. We sat on the patio, enjoying the cool evening breeze. The soft glow from the string lights created an enchanting atmosphere, and I found myself lost in their captivating presence.
We shared stories, dreams, and passions, deepening our connection with each passing moment. The more I got to know them, the more I discovered the depth of their personalities, their quirks, and the genuine kindness that radiated from within. It only intensified my feelings for them.
As the conversation slowly died down, I mustered up the courage to express my true emotions. "Minho, Jisung, there's something I need to tell you," I said, my voice filled with a mixture of nervousness and vulnerability.
They turned their gaze towards me, their eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation.
"I...I've been secretly in love with both of you for a while now," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper. "I couldn't bear the thought of hiding it anymore. You both mean the world to me, and I couldn't imagine my life without you."
Silence hung in the air as they took in my words. Their expressions shifted from surprise to a mix of contemplation and affection. Finally, Jisung broke the silence, his voice gentle yet sincere. "YN, we had no idea. Your presence in our lives is incredibly special, and we cherish our friendship with you."
Minho nodded, his eyes filled with warmth. "You are an amazing person, YN. It's an honor to have you in our lives."
My heart swelled with a bittersweet mix of emotions. While I had hoped for a different outcome, their acceptance and appreciation for our friendship brought solace. It was a reminder of the incredible bond we shared, regardless of romantic feelings.
Together, we sat under the starry night sky, content in each other's company. The weight of my unrequited love began to lift, replaced by the knowledge that our friendship was strong enough to endure any revelation.
As the night grew quieter, we decided to call it a night. I bid them farewell, a sense of relief washing over me. I walked back to my car, reflecting on the events of the day. While my heart still longed for something more, I realized that what I had with Minho and Jisung was precious.
No matter where life took us, whether romantic feelings blossomed or not, I knew that our connection would withstand the test of time. And as I drove away, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the beautiful moments we shared at the pool party—moments that would forever hold a special place in my heart.
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❣︎ ⎯⎯ moving in .
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PAIRING ! yang jungwon x reader // GENRE ! domestic fluff // WC. ! 0.6k
PROMPT(S) ! 8. embracing them from behind ;; 18. putting a blanket on them ;; 20. making them food they like // requested by two lovely anons <3 // 2k followers event
A/N. ! and another one is posted 🤩 ,,,, also this isn’t proofread sorry sjdjdjd
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“hi,” jungwon said softly beside your head as he wrapped his arms around your form from behind.
you two had just moved in together, and after a long day of moving heavy boxes, unpacking and organizing your belongings, your felt body slowly grew weaker and you heard your stomach growl. so as jungwon continued unpacking, you had slipped yourself out of the room and into the kitchen to make one of your and jungwon’s comfort foods, since you knew you both could use an energy boost at this time.
“what are you up to?” he asked, watching your hands work from over your shoulder, now resting his head on the side of yours.
“making our favourite,” you told him, a soft smile growing on both your and jungwon’s lips.
“can’t wait,” he said before placing a loving kiss on your cheek.
“wanna grab me some bowls? it’ll be ready in a few minutes.”
jungwon nodded at your request before quickly taking some bowls he had unpacked an hour ago from the cabinet, placing them near you on the counter.
“there you go,” he said, wrapping a quick arm around your waist and placing one more kiss on your cheek, causing you to smile before he let go and took a step and leaned his body on the counter to watch you from the side.
his eyes were filled with awe and his heart exploded with love for you that he couldn’t help but smile.
“what’s that grin for?” you asked amusingly.
“i just can’t believe we’re finally living together. we’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, and the time has finally come. it just feels so surreal and exciting. i get to be here, with the love of my life, and i’ll get to go to sleep tonight with you by my side and dream about you, all to wake up to that beautiful face in the morning. and i’ll get to do that every single day.”
“won,” you pouted sweetly, turning to him and walking over, immediately placing your lips on his.
at first he was slightly taken aback, but as you placed your chest on his and wrapped your hands around his neck, quickly, he relaxed from underneath you and wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing you back.
after many long seconds, you pulled back with a smile, and you found jungwon’s eyes in almost a daze, staring at your lips.
“food is ready, by the way,” you told him, pulling away, leaving him desperate for more before he blinked a couple times and stood up straight, grabbing the bowls of food so you wouldn’t have to and quickly brought it to the small coffee table that was newly placed in what was soon to be your living room.
you two sat yourselves closely on the couch, and jungwon quickly and excitedly dug in and let out a satisfied sound once the food hit his tongue.
he let out a sigh and looked at you, “i love you.”
you let out a small chuckle and placed a kiss on his lips.
“mmm–are you cold?” he asked, somehow able to feel the coolness from the touch of your lips on his.
“a little,” you answered, and he quickly got up, finding a blanket for you before hurrying back and placing it over your thighs.
he picked up a bowl and turned to you, feeding you to which you also let out a satisfied hum.
as he took a spoonful himself, you rested your head on his shoulder.
if this is what living with jungwon every day was going to be like, you would’ve moved in together so much earlier. you couldn’t wait for what was in store for your and jungwon’s future.
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Comfort Foods
Summary - Part 4 in the Comfort series - You comfort Dean after his brother runs away without a word and you become closer for it. 
Pairing - Dean Winchester x Reader, Reader x Sam (platonic)
Warnings - mentions of periods, nausea (nothing too graphic, just mentioned), implied smut, swearing
Word Count: 1,683
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A/N - G’day guys, I just wanna start by thanking you for all the likes, reblogs and follows since my last post, I really appreciate it. I hope you like this one too, and remember my inbox is always open for requests or even if you just wanna chat. Until next week, enjoy! 
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You and the boys have been back on the road and tracking down to exterminate a medium-sized vamp nest in Louisiana for the last week. Things were starting to feel almost normal (well, normal for your guys) again. Sam and Dean have been getting along and you have all been closer than ever. You finally have a plan ready to take out the vamps tomorrow morning. But right now you are sitting in the dingy old motel room waiting for the boys to come back with dinner.
It’s not long before they finally walk in with beers, burgers, fries and a salad for Sam. Sam takes his share and sits at the table while Dean brings yours and his over the bed where you’re sitting and hands you, your double bacon cheeseburger and sits the fries between the two of you. You get through about half of the burger before you get a painful throbbing pain in your chest. You try taking deep, shallow breaths but all that does is bring the bitter taste of your bile into your throat. Dean is instantly worried.
“Sweetheart, you okay? What’s happening? What can I do?”
You rub your hand along your breastbone, “just sore. Heartburn. Can you get me water?”
Dean gets up instantly rushing over to the fridge to get you a bottle of water. He opens the bottle and hands it to you as he kneels on the edge of the bed beside you. “You gonna be okay to hunt tomorrow? Sam and I can handle it, you should stay here and rest.”
“It’s just heartburn, Dean. I’ll be fine.”
“If you say so. What can I do?”
“Just hold me.”
Dean clears the food off the bed and makes his way back to his side, getting under the covers before helping you under them as well and pulling you close to his chest. He moves your hand and replaces it with his, rubbing your chest tenderly over your tank top. When your groaning and wiggling dies down his hand begins to wander, sliding up over your breasts and teasing your nipples. You pull away quickly at the unusually unpleasant feeling on your tender flesh. 
“I’m sorry,” Dean says holding his hands up defensively, “I got carried away, I promise I’ll just hold you. Come here, sweetheart.”
You meet his eyes and all you can see is his worry and guilt, “sorry. I’m just very sensitive at the moment.” You settle back into his embrace.
“Shark week, huh? You always get sensitive at that time of the month. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
“Yeah, it must be coming. Thanks, Dean.”
You snuggled closer into your fiancé’s warm body and close your eyes, trying to let the pain and tenderness coursing through your body dissipate into happy dreams. As you lay there you think about all your symptoms and you let yourself believe Dean; this was all typical of your unwelcomed monthly visitor. You had even raided his secret chocolate stash earlier due to cravings. You keep telling yourself it’s all normal, except if it was your period then where are the excruciating abdominal cramps and red sea of blood? 
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You realise you drifted off at some point when you wake up to the smell of coffee. You rub your eyes as you slowly sit up, adjusting to your surroundings. Not even a minute later Dean is sitting beside you with a mug.
“Good morning, Sunshine. How are you feeling? Coffee?” he asks offering you the mug. You just shake your head, the smell making you feel nauseous. You stand up too quickly and run to the bathroom slamming the door behind you, ignoring the vertigo as you hunch over the toilet bowl. All you manage to do is retch up some disgusting bile and hurt your stomach and throat. You hear Dean knocking on the door asking if you’re okay, but you don’t have the energy to respond. After a few minutes of silence, he barges in. When he sees your pale, body slumped next to the toilet his features instantly soften. He grabs a washcloth from the sink and wets it before crouching in front of you. He carefully dabs the cloth against your clammy skin, wiping away the sweat and bile.
“I’ve never seen it this bad before, are you sure you’re okay? I know doctors are generally out of the question in our line of work, but if something’s wrong-”
Just then, Sam barges in with a change of clothes, he’s drenched in a layer of sweat from his morning jog. He stops abruptly when he sees the two of you on the floor. “Sorry. Y/N? You okay?” 
You can hear the concern in his voice as you drop your head to Dean’s shoulder, lacking the strength to hold yourself up.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you back to bed,” Dean says as he lifts you up gently and carries you back to bed. When he sets you down he says, “just lay here and rest. I’m gonna go to the store and get you something to eat and drink that you might be able to keep down.”
You reach for his hand. “The vamps-”
“You’re more important. They’ll still be there when you’re feeling better.”
“But more people will die-”
“As long as you’re safe and well, that’s all that matters to me right now. Now lay down, I promise I will be right back. I promised to look after you, and that’s exactly what I plan to do.” He softly kisses your hand, cheek and then forehead before standing up and heading out. 
You lay there just trying not to cry. Sam exits the bathroom, freshly showered, before Dean gets back; he takes a seat on the end of your bed. “You still think it’s nothing? Nausea and heartburn are common symptoms you know.”
You just shake your head and roll over.
“I’m just saying, at this point, it may be worth talking to your fiancé about, or at least taking a test. Are you not seeing the way he’s been around you? He’s terrified of losing you. He was up before me this morning, and you know what he was doing, researching tricks to help with period pain. My brother’s never done that sort of thing for anyone. He loves you and you’re scaring him, so please stop torturing him and tell him the truth. He deserves that.”
With that Sam stands up and goes to brew himself a coffee. You bury your nose in the sheets as the strong smell of coffee fills the room again. As you lay there waiting for Dean to come back you allow yourself to think about the real possibility of Sam’s accusal. But when you think about it, you can barely even remember the last time you and Dean had sex. With constantly sharing a room or car with Sam there haven’t been many opportunities. And you’d turned him down during the few recent chances. It had to have been at least three to four weeks. You had a patchy recognition of a drunken night in the women’s bathroom at a bar; it was just flashes, kissing against the door, making out with him while sitting up on the sink, but you didn’t remember much else. He always used a condom, he wasn’t an idiot, but if you were that drunk then maybe he forgot. You felt sick at the thought. 
Oh God! What if I am pregnant and we conceived during a drunken fuck in a grotty bar bathroom? Fuck!
Before you know it tears are running down your cheeks and Dean is kneeling beside you with bulging bags of groceries at his feet beside the bed. He pulls you close and gently wipes away your tears, kissing your head.
“Sweetheart, come on, don’t cry. I’ve got you. You need to eat and drink something. Please, baby, don’t cry. I’m right here, just let me help you feel better.” 
Although his words are comforting, they just make you cry harder. 
What if Dean doesn’t want a kid? What if he wants you to abandon it? What if he abandons you?
Your anxiety and inner thoughts make you cry harder despite the green-eyed hunter’s kind words and soothing caresses. You try to block it out and rebut it with Sam’s words from earlier.
“He’s terrified of losing you … He loves you.”
Dean reaches down into the bags of supplies, pulling out: painkillers, electrolyte drinks, dry crackers, packet soup, pads, tampons, tissues, chocolate, and a cute stuffed bunny. He dabs away your tears with a tissue before opening one of the drinks and placing it against your lips. “Just a sip, please sweetheart, for me. It’ll help you feel better, please.”
You try to take a deep breath and stop your sobs so you can oblige him, but you let out an extra loud sob instead. Dean continues drying your tears, kissing you and coaxing you to drink. After a while, you finally manage to take a few small sips. Once Dean’s content you’re calm enough, he pulls out a cracker breaks it in half and feeds it to you. You manage to get through a quarter of the packet of crackers and half of the bottle without feeling too sick.
“Do you need to get changed or anything? I bought your usual stuff.”
“I’m okay…” you rasp.
“Okay, well how about we watch a movie or have a nap then?”
“Dean, we actually need to talk…”
“We can talk later, right now you need rest. We can watch whatever you want, even chick flicks,” he says as he brings up the Netflix browser on your laptop and places it on the bed in front of you.
You think about it as you scroll through the titles; you decide to try to hint at what’s going on in your head and press play on Knocked Up. Dean lays you both down and repositions your laptop as the opening credits roll, not saying a word.
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A/N - Do we think Dean will take the hint? And how is he gonna react if he does? Let me know your thoughts and predictions in the comments below.
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Today Was A Fairytale | joonyoung
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pairing: Jacob x fem!reader
genre: slice-of-life, non-idol!AU, and fluff // warnings: mentions of food and usage of cuss words
summary: Jacob finally decides this summer, he’ll finally confess to you. Little does he know, he ends up turning one of your fairytales into a dream. // word count: ~2.6k
note: I hope you enjoy this and this is my submission for deoboyznet’s summer on you event! aND @sungbeam this is lowkey for you 🤭 // AND THANK YOU TO DUCKIE FOR THE GRAPHIC 🥹💗
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For as long as you could remember, you’d been in love with stargazing and had wanted to sleep under the stars, at least once in your life. Something about seeing all the stars paint the night sky with their twinkling made you feel so calm and content.
It was especially magical because you could only see them once a year because of your family’s yearly summer trip to your beach house. Spending a good majority of your life stuck in the city made it practically impossible to see the stars due to the light pollution. Besides the beautiful scenery at the beach house, there was one more thing you also looked forward to.
Okay, it’s not really a thing per say, it was more like someone. Someone who you grew up with. Someone who you have grown to form a crush over for years now. Someone who you thought was the brightest star in your life. Someone who you couldn’t imagine life without. And someone who you thought wouldn’t like you back so you never took a chance of telling him.
This someone was the one and only Jacob Bae. His and your family became good friends after finding out that their children were the same age. Both of you were quite shy and so that meant it took awhile for you to warm up to each other.
All it took was him to start singing a nursery rhyme and for you to sing along. Since then, your friendship blossomed. Over the years, you spent your summers together doing activities such as campfire nights, beach days, exploring the city, and more. Campfire nights were one of your favorites because that meant you got to hear Jacob singing.
“Cobie, I’m telling you. Your voice is angelic and any label would be dumb to reject you. If they do, I’ll personally tell them off and then we’ll walk to get ice cream or something. Whatever you want to feel better, but I will not let you get into your head and think that your talent is not good enough.” Staring into your eyes, he can tell that you’re serious. You place one hand in his and the other over your heart.
“Besides, even if you think that it’s not enough. You’ll always be more than enough to me. Don’t you forget it.”
All he could do in response was send a shy smile your way accompanied with a thanks. If only you knew how he truly felt hearing that from you. His heart felt so full of love and appreciation.
It meant a lot and managed to help him get through more auditions. Eventually, he got offered contracts to sign at various labels. After much consideration and looking through them from the help of lawyers, he settled on the one that seemed the most promising.
Jacob was elated to share the news but he wanted to do something special to tell you. Not only that, but for some reason a heartstring was being tugged at. It was telling him to confess. It worried him that you wouldn’t like him back and that confessing would ruin the friendship you had.
Talking to his friends, they were not about to let him back down from confessing. Let’s just say, they’ve gotten tired of him talking about you as if you hung the stars and moon in the sky.
Sangyeon says to him, “Jacob. Listen to me, right now. There’s a chance that she likes you back! How will you ever know if you never tell her? You have to take a leap of faith and just go for it. We’ll emotionally support you from afar. Now, go and get the girl of your dreams!!”
Jacob knows that those words of encouragement should ease his doubts, but he can’t help them from spilling from his mouth. While talking, he’s found pacing the room back and forth.
“Thanks but I don’t know. Can I really pull this off? What if she hates me for the rest of her life for telling her? I really cannot imagine life without her. She’s one of the best people I know and who else would I write my songs about? I-“
Eric cuts him off, “JACOB, I'M PRETTY SURE SHE LIKES YOU BACK AND DON’T WORRY IF SHE DOESN’T LIKE YOU BACK. THERE WILL BE SOMEONE WHO DOES. STOP BEING SO DOWN BAD FOR HER AND GET WITH HER. WITH ALL DUE RESPECT, WE’RE TIRED OF HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT HER.”
As soon as Jacob heard Eric’s voice, he quickly pulled his ear away from the phone. Sighs follow and he ends the phone call with another thanks.
Sitting at his desk, his shoulders slump forward as he tries to figure out what to do. Slowly hyping himself, his shoulders and back start to straighten up. Then he starts to plan things out. He remembers hearing that you really liked to go stargazing when it was summer vacation. Funnily enough, even after all these years together. Not once gone have y’all gone stargazing together.
As the hours passed by, he came up with the idea to take you to a place where the stars looked the best, a picnic, tell you the good news of him getting accepted into a label, sing a song he wrote for you and of course telling you that he liked you. One more thing, sleeping under the stars.
Unbeknownst to him, one of your dreams was to always sleep under the stars. Either it be done by yourself or with someone you really liked. You had wanted to do it but your parents always rejected the idea because it was dangerous if you did it by yourself. Understanding their perspective, you never did it.
He even told your mom about the plan and she was very excited to help. It was quite hard for her to not spoil the surprise to you and also tell him that you liked him a whole lot back. She thought it was a super sweet and cute idea.
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time skip to the first day of the beach house
The first thing you did when you arrived was run to the beach. Smelling the saltiness in the air and feeling the sand in your feet. What a wonderful feeling it was to always return to. You got a little lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear someone calling your name.
“Y/n? You there??” Jacob waving his hands in front of your eyes. With a shake of your head, you saw him. Then and there, you pulled him into a hug. He was a bit taken back by the gesture but he wasn’t complaining. “It’s so good to finally see you again, Cobie! I feel like it’s been forever but it’s all good because now we’ve got three months together!”
“It’s good to see you too! Here’s to summer vacation together and making the best of the three months we’ve got. Come on, let’s get your stuff unpacked. I have a surprise for you when you’re done.” Your eyebrows furrow and head tilts to the side. A surprise?
“Come find me at our spot. I’ll be waiting for you!”. His cute smiles graces his face and he leaves you standing there like an idiot. What the fuck is the surprise? You’re about to shout for him but you’re trying to figure out what it’s for. No time for thinking though. An adrenaline rush hits you as you hurriedly unpack.
Once you’re done, you want to just do nothing but lay in bed. The rush of energy left your body when you put the last outfit in your closet. But then it peaks again as you wonder what you should wear. Looking through your closet, you pick up a new fit you’ve been meaning to wear since you got it. Snapping a couple of fits before walking to the spot to meet him.
Upon arrival, you see him and walk over. He looks you up and down before meeting your eyes. “I love your new outfit. It suits you.”
“I could say the same about you. This shirt compliments you quite well, if I do say so myself.”
His shirt is a loose shirt leaving his chest slightly open. Not his typical style but he thought to try something new today. Then he holds out his hand for you to place your hand in. “Follow my lead.” Making your way to the place, you try to pry it out of him of what the surprise is for. “Listen, my lips are sealed. However, you’re free to ask me anything else.”
“Ughhhh but Cobieeee. I already know everything about you. Why can’t you just tell me? At least a clue??”. A shake of the head follows and random topics of conversations are conversed. When you finally arrive at the destination, you can’t help but marvel at the scene. A perfect view of the beach and where the sun meets the sky appears in front of you. Not only that but a picnic blanket is there too.
Taking your seats, you stare at him with stars in your eyes. Jacob holds eye contact with you before facing somewhere else. Lord knows that his face is turning red right now. You’re wearing an absolutely stunning dress and the way you just looked at him. Someone please call 911, he’s a goner. Along with the way your face keeps on shining as he watches you pull out your favorite foods from the basket.
This is why he asked for your mom’s help; to help prepare the food. Jacob is great at many things but unfortunately cooking is not one of them. “You even got our childhood favorite snacks! I thought they didn’t sell this anymore. Oh my god Cobie, you’re going to make me cry.” Midway through his snacking, his head tilts up so fast when he hears that. His hands waving frantically as he says, “No, no! Please don’t cry!! If you cry, you’ll make me cry too.” His words are laced with nervousness. One look at him and you let out a laugh.
“This is the sweetest thing someone has ever done for me. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this from you but I appreciate it a lot! Thank you, I mean it.” Grabbing another piece of the food to eat, Jacob grabs your hands and puts them in his.
“Of course, you know I’d do anything for you but that’s not all for tonight.” Turning on the portable lamp, he scoots closer to you and gently turns your head to the sky.
An audible gasp is heard before placing your hand over your mouth. “They’re so beautiful. I can’t believe this is our first time stargazing together. They must have forgotten about a star tonight because you’re here next to me.”
Turning your head, you face each other. Smiles break out on your faces and you both think about each other. Not long after a moment of silence, he helps you sit up. “Actually y/n. I brought you here for two reasons. The first being that I got offered a spot at a label and I start soon! I really couldn’t have done it without your help and support. I can’t believe that my dream is coming true. Thank you for always encouraging me and being a day one.” Hearing that made your heart so happy for him.
“AH I'M SO HAPPY FOR YOU! Oh Cobie, you never have to thank me for being your supporter. I always knew you had it in you, you just needed a push. I can’t wait to hear all your songs and attend your concerts!! The world’s gonna know all about my Cobie. I’m so proud of you and this is really only the beginning.” Bringing him into another long hug. He can hear the happiness dripping from your sweet words.
“Ah ah, don’t say I don’t have to thank you. I really do. You and my family. The literal backbone of me even deciding to do this in the first place. Now if you’ll let me, I have a song for you.”
He whips out his guitar and starts strumming a melody. In this moment, he closes his eyes and lets the lyrics tell you the words that he’s been dying to tell you. His fears of rejection also leave his body as he sings. Somewhere in his mind, he knows that you’ll accept it.
Jacob’s eyes flutter open when he’s done and for the millionth time tonight. You guys hold eye contact and before he can even stop himself, he whispers “Y/n, I like you a lot and it would mean the world to me and more if you would be my girlfriend. But like you know, you can say no too. No pressure or anything. You’re just so precious to me and I wanted to let you know how I felt before I backed out of this-”.
Placing your finger to stop him from rambling more. “I like you too and humbly accept your offer to be your girlfriend. Thank you for this wonderful night. It’s like something out of a fairytale. From the stars out to the confession. Actually you’re like someone out of a fairytale. The way you’re always kind and loving to those around you. The passion you have for music that now gets to be shared with the world. I get to be the girlfriend to an amazing man!”
His heart warms at our words as usual. But holy shit, he did it!!
Grabbing your hands, he places it over his chest for you to feel how fast his heart is beating. “I can’t believe I got a girlfriend. I can’t put into words how happy I am. I won’t let you down and will be the best boyfriend you’ve ever had. AH I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU’RE MY GIRLFRIEND! THIS IS SO AWESOME!!”
Laughter fills the air and you try to quiet down since it’s nighttime. Lying down on the blanket and holding each other, he lands a kiss onto your forehead before drifting off to sleeping. You look up at the sky filled with so many stars and then look to your side. There, of course, you see Jacob. Speaking to no-one but the stars, “Look guys, here’s the guy I told you all about. Thank you for aligning so we could get together.”
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“Sweetheart, you can still say no to meeting my friends, you know?”. He sets up his computer, getting ready to voice call them.
“No, no. I have to meet the guys behind making sure you confessed to me. They sound like a fun group to be around.” A couple of rings go through before a screen of 10 other men show up. They’re silent for a few minutes before all screaming at Jacob for not telling them that you were there. Leave it to Sangyeon to mute them all and tell them to behave.
One by one they introduce themselves and get back to being their rowdy selves. Of course, they mention how much Jacob fawned over you and it made you laugh, but your man wanted to bury himself into a hole. It was crazy to think that he was a part of this friend group because who would have thought a quiet guy like him is friends with very loud people?
Before the call ends, Eric quickly shouts “I told you Jacob. She did like you back!”. And also they all wanted you guys to kiss, not without them all expressing their disgust. “Okay, okay. Thanks guys but we really gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, bye now!” With that, the call ended.
“Oh Cobie, I can’t wait to meet them again. They seem like a very fun bunch! And I also 100% need to hear more of these stories of you being a simp for me.”
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apologies in advance for how bad the dialogue is but 😭 I wanted to get this out b/c something about cobie and this song just makes so much sense to me. Writing for Cobie is actually so comforting and easy, I love him 🥹
Anyhow, I hope you enjoyed this! If you did, please reblog it with your thoughts in the tags, leave a note, or even send an ask/dm to me! I appreciate them a lot.
signing off with love,
- ash
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