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Unexpected Trip

Character: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: Some people think you're too good for Bucky, who they see as just a nobody. Little do they know the backstory of both of you from 5 years ago.

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"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you!" The cheery chorus filled the sunny garden as friends and neighbors gathered around. Balloons bobbed in the breeze, and the table was adorned with a colorful array of treats.

Your son, Tommy, was wide-eyed with wonder at the commotion, his little hands clapping together with glee.

You knew he was too young to remember this day, but the joy on his face was enough to make every moment worthwhile.

Bucky, your husband, stood beside you, a proud smile on his face as he watched Tommy's excitement. "Can you believe he's already three?" you said, leaning over to Bucky, who nodded, his eyes never leaving Tommy.

"I know, it feels like just yesterday we were bringing him home from the hospital," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with nostalgia. "Time really does fly."

As Tommy blew out the candles on his cake, the guests cheered, and Bucky wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. "I'm so glad we decided to have this party," he said, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Even if he won't remember it, we will."

You smiled, feeling grateful for this moment of togetherness. "Me too," you said, watching Tommy's delighted face. "Here's to many more birthdays filled with love and laughter."

As you, Bucky, and Tommy were lost in your own world of celebration, the neighbors, known gossips of the neighborhood, couldn't resist whispering among themselves.

"I heard she got promoted to become the Director," murmured Mrs. Jenkins, a woman known for her keen interest in everyone's business, her eyes darting over to where you and Bucky stood.

Mrs. Thompson, a perpetually nosy neighbor, chimed in eagerly, "Wow, I knew she's a career woman since the first time I met her." Her voice carried a tone of admiration mixed with a hint of envy.

Standing nearby, Mr. Wilson, a retired gentleman with a penchant for spreading juicy tidbits, leaned in conspiratorially. "And she has a perfect house-husband," he added with a knowing nod in Bucky's direction.

The fourth neighbor, Mrs. Patel, a woman with a sharp tongue and a love for scandal, couldn't resist joining the conversation. "I don't want to sound rude, but she's too good for Bucky. He's just a nobody," she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

Mrs. Jenkins leaned closer, her eyes widening with exaggerated shock. "And guess what?" she whispered, drawing the others in.

"What?" Mrs. Thompson asked eagerly, her curiosity piqued.

"I heard a rumor that Bucky used to be a driver, like a courier," Mrs. Jenkins revealed,l.

Mrs. Patel gasped dramatically, her hand flying to her chest. "Omg! And he met Y/N? He hit the jackpot!" she exclaimed, her eyes widening as if she had just uncovered a scandalous secret.

Mr. Wilson chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "I think in Bucky's previous life he saved a universe," he joked, adding to the whimsical nature of the gossip.

Meanwhile, you and Bucky remained oblivious to the whispers behind you, too engrossed in Tommy's joyous laughter as he played with his friends. Bucky had his arm around you, pulling you closer, unaware of the drama unfolding in the background.

Little did the gossiping neighbors know, they were 10% right, at least when it came to the part about Bucky saving someone.

You see, Bucky wasn't just a nobody. He wasn't just a regular driver. To be precise, it all goes back to five years ago.

5 Years Ago

You had just arrived in Russia, alone and shivering from the cold. This wasn't a holiday trip; it was for business.

Unfortunately, your luck had run out, and you were the chosen one sent by your less-than-friendly manager, who knew the bid was a long shot. You were the scapegoat.

It wasn't until you were on the plane, reading the documents, that the truth hit you like a ton of bricks.

Shaking with cold, you reached for your phone and dialed your colleague. "Is there someone to pick me up at the airport?"

"You've arrived? I almost forgot. I suppose someone should be waiting for you. Check to see if there's a sign with your name at the exit gate," came the reply before the call abruptly ended.

"Huh?" You couldn't believe it. The company had tossed you out like yesterday's news, leaving you stranded like a lost child in a foreign country.

"I swear, if I had a lot of money, I'd buy the company's shares and fire every single one of them," you grumbled to yourself, dragging your small suitcase behind you toward the exit gate, uncertain of what awaited you.

As you approached, you spotted a person holding a sign. You gathered your resolve and approached them, saying, "Hi, it's me."

You finally took a good look at the person holding your name sign. He was pretty tall and muscular for a driver, more suited to be a bodyguard.

With a swift motion, he crumpled the paper and tossed it into a nearby trash can. When you finally caught a glimpse of his face, you couldn't help but think, "Damn, he's fine."

He pointed towards your suitcase. "Is that all?" he asked, his voice firm but not unkind.

"Huh? Oh yeah," you replied, momentarily distracted by his good looks.

"Follow me," he said simply, then turned and walked ahead.

You hurried to catch up, feeling a mixture of confusion and intrigue. This wasn't the welcome you expected, but you followed him nonetheless.

After a quick walk, the two of you stopped in front of a black BMW. The design of the car felt straight out of the '90s.

"Get in," Bucky said, opening the backseat door.

You complied, noticing that your driver seemed to be a man of few words. "Um, what's your name?" you asked as you fastened your seatbelt.

"Bucky. Bucky Barnes," he replied, his eyes scanning the surroundings as he started the car.

Then, glancing at the rearview mirror, he added, "Always watch your back."

"What? What do you mean?" you asked, a hint of unease creeping into your voice.

Bucky shifted gears and increased the speed. "Just in case," he said cryptically, his focus on the road ahead.

You couldn't shake off the feeling of mystery surrounding Bucky. As the car smoothly glided through the streets of Russia, you couldn't help but wonder what kind of business you had genuinely stepped into.

Bucky glanced at you through the rearview mirror as the car continued its swift journey through the city. "You came here without knowing anything?" he asked, his voice serious.

"I knew that other countries also put a bid on this project," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing unease.

"True," Bucky acknowledged. "Do you know what kind of representatives the other countries sent here too?"

Your voice turned into a whisper, barely audible over the hum of the engine. "Not like me?"

Bucky's eyes flicked to the side mirror, noticing a few cars trailing behind them. " And they've arrived too," he confirmed, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly.

Feeling a surge of panic, you turned around to look out the rear window. "Oh, shit," you muttered under your breath.

There was a group of cars following behind you both, and their windows opened. Someone appeared with a gun pointed at your car.

Bucky shifted gears again, the car picking up speed. "Don't bite your tongue, Miss Y/N," he said calmly, his focus unwavering on the road ahead.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing as you realized the gravity of the situation. The cars following them meant trouble; you were right in the middle. Gripping the door handle tightly, you braced for whatever was to come, grateful that Bucky knew what he was doing.

The chase was like something out of a movie, but the fear gripping your heart was all too real. The car Bucky drove was bulletproof, a small comfort in the chaos unfolding around you.

"KYAAA!"

Yet, despite the safety of the car, you couldn't shake off the primal fear that clawed at your chest. This was the first time you had ever found yourself in such a dangerous situation, and the adrenaline surged through your veins.

"Oh god, oh god," you muttered, your voice filled with panic as you clutched onto the door handle, your knuckles turning white.

Bucky, on the other hand, remained surprisingly calm. His hands moved expertly over the steering wheel, navigating through the narrow streets with precision. "Hold on tight," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos outside.

You could hear the sound of gunfire, bullets ricocheting off the car's armored exterior. The world outside seemed to blur as Bucky weaved in and out of traffic, the pursuing cars hot on your tail.

"What do we do? What do we do?" you pleaded, your heart pounding in your chest.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Trust me," he said cryptically, before reaching for a button on the dashboard.

With a click, the back of the car transformed. Panels shifted, revealing an array of weapons hidden within. Your eyes widened in disbelief as a gun turret emerged from the rear of the car, whirring to life.

"Oh my god!" you exclaimed, both terrified and amazed at the same time.

Bucky didn't hesitate. He maneuvered the car expertly, aligning the gun turret with the pursuing vehicles. With a press of a button, the turret unleashed a barrage of bullets, hitting the cars behind you with precision.

The sound of metal tearing and tires screeching filled the air as the pursuing vehicles swerved and crashed, their drivers no match for the firepower of Bucky's car.

You watched in awe and horror as the scene unfolded behind you, the adrenaline still coursing through your veins. "I can't believe this," you whispered, your eyes wide with disbelief.

Bucky remained focused, his eyes scanning the road ahead. "Welcome to the world of high-stakes business, Miss Y/N," he said, his voice calm despite the chaos around you.

As you both sped away from the gunfire, the intensity of the moment left you breathless. The adrenaline coursing through your veins made you wonder how Bucky could remain so calm, and how his car seemed to be designed for situations like this.

"Bucky, are you really just a driver?" you asked, your voice filled with astonishment and curiosity.

Bucky, focused on the road ahead, replied without missing a beat. "Most of the time I work as a getaway driver."

"What?!" you exclaimed, unable to hide your surprise.

Bucky glanced at you briefly, a small smirk playing on his lips. "I have a few skills up my sleeve," he said cryptically, his eyes returning to the road as he expertly navigated the streets.

You panted heavily, trying to catch your breath after the intense chase. "Huff... huff... I have to win this damn bid. I almost lost my life. If I win, I will demand a promotion, and for you too, Bucky."

Bucky chuckled. "Thank you," he replied, his laughter mixing with relief as the moment's tension dissipated

Bucky glanced at you, a glimmer of admiration in his eyes. "You know, Miss Y/N, I'm impressed," he said, his voice tinged with respect.

You looked at him, surprised by his words. "Impressed? Why?"

"Because even though you were scared out of your mind back there," Bucky explained, gesturing vaguely to the chaos that had just unfolded, "you still have the drive to win this bid. That takes courage."

A small smile tugged at the corners of your lips, touched by his words. "Well, I don't want to go through all of this for nothing," you replied, a hint of determination in your voice.

Bucky nodded, his expression serious. "I understand. And I believe you have what it takes to succeed."

As the car continued on its journey, you felt a newfound sense of confidence swelling within you. Despite the danger and the unexpected twists, you were determined to make this business trip count. With Bucky by your side, you felt like you could take on anything that came your way.

"Thank you, Bucky," you said, gratitude evident in your voice.

He smiled, a reassuring presence beside you. "Anytime, Miss Y/N. We make a good team."

And at that moment, as the city lights blurred past the windows of the car, you knew that this business trip would be far more than just a bid. It would be an adventure, with Bucky as your unexpected ally.

🚗

After you won the bid, you demanded a meeting with the CEO and threatened to sue the company if you weren't promoted.

Asserting your worth, you stood firm, and the CEO eventually relented, granting you the promotion you rightfully deserved.

As you stood in the office, your evil manager and colleague before you, the air was charged with tension. They both wore expressions of surprise and disbelief, clearly caught off guard by your sudden assertiveness.

"Good afternoon," you began, your voice steady and firm. "I requested this meeting to inform you both that your employment with this company is terminated, effective immediately."

The evil manager scoffed, a hint of arrogance in his voice. "You can't do that. You're just a new employee."

You met his gaze, unwavering. "Actually, as of today, I've been promoted to a position where I have the authority to make such decisions."

The lazy colleague chimed in, who answered your call at the airport. Her voice laced with disdain. "This is ridiculous. You're letting power go to your head."

You shook your head, a steely resolve in your eyes. "No, this is about accountability and integrity. Both of you have demonstrated a lack of professionalism and ethics that is unacceptable in this company. And you make me go alone knowing that the trips was a high risk."

The evil manager tried to argue, but you held up a hand to silence him. "There's no need for further discussion. Your actions have consequences, and now you're facing them."

With that, you handed them their termination letters, each neatly printed with the company seal. The evil manager's face turned red with anger, while the evil colleague's eyes widened in shock.

"This is unfair!" the evil manager shouted, his voice filled with outrage.

You remained calm, unfazed by his outburst. "It's the consequences of your own actions," you replied firmly.

Othrr colleague tried to plead for another chance, but you stood your ground. "I'm sorry, but this is non-negotiable," you said, your tone resolute.

As they gathered their things and left the office, the weight of their absence felt like a burden lifted from their shoulders. You watched them go, feeling a sense of relief and empowerment.

🚗

One day, the memories of Russia tugged at your heartstrings, and you found yourself longing to return, this time for a personal visit to see Bucky. With determination, you booked a flight and arrived at his apartment.

Bucky greeted you warmly, a smile spreading across his face. "Miss Y/N," he said with genuine happiness.

"Bucky," you replied, matching his smile. "I couldn't resist coming back to see you."

You smiled, feeling a rush of excitement and nervousness. "I wanted to thank you," you began, gratitude filling your voice. "For everything. You were there for me in Russia, and I couldn't have done it without you."

Bucky's expression softened, his eyes reflecting genuine warmth. "It was my pleasure. You showed courage and determination. I was just glad to be a part of it."

"I wanted to ask," you continued, gathering your courage, "if you would consider coming with me. With my promotion, I have the opportunity to lead new projects, and I can think of no one better to have by my side."

Bucky's eyes widened in surprise, clearly caught off guard by your offer. After a moment of contemplation, a smile slowly spread across his face. "I would be honored," he said, his voice filled with sincerity. "I believe we make a good team."

Bucky smiled warmly, a glint of excitement in his eyes as he grabbed his car keys and jacket. "To celebrate, let me pay for tonight's dinner. My treat," he said, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm.

You couldn't help but feel gratitude and happiness at his offer. "That sounds wonderful." you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

That's how the love story between you and Bucky started.

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raccoonface · 5 months

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“New Bodyguard… huh”

Part 2 finally (a little short like Jenna)

Jenna's POV

"Hey Sophie" (her agent)

"Jenna."

"That's me..."

"What is about this photo, and isn't that the new bodyguard I sent out...?!"

"Yeah"

"JENNA."

"The photo only showed us sitting on the couch plus you can barely tell that's me"

"Exactly the press with come to a conclusion that it is you in the photo and rumors will spread"

"We didn't even do anything"

"That doesn't matter, people with make shit up and you can't do anything about it."

"I don't know Soph"

"Well you kind of have to do something about it you can't have Americas 'it girl' have something with somebody and not come out about it"

"Why can't I have a relationship with somebody, why can't I keep it a secret?!?"

"Because people will find out, and will expose you anyway so you might as well come out now."

"What if I don't have a relationship with anyone"

"Then you tell everyone that, just figure it out then come to me."

"Ugh.... Fine I got to go bye"

"By-"

I hung up on my agent because I was pissed, but I had to tell Y/n about this.

“Hey everything all right Jen?”

“Yeah, Y/n everything’s good… other than this photo being out to the public.”

“What photo?”

“This one”

She looked like she just saw a ghost after she saw the photo, but I couldn’t blame her I did too. I couldn’t believe someone would just randomly take a photo of me and her,

Yet again it’s not that suprising because I am Americas ‘it girl’ right now.

“Who did this?!?”

“Idk.. but I think we should talk Y/n, about us”

“About what? About me sleeping over, we didn’t even hold hands or anything..!”

“I-.. I know but I want us to be something”

“Jenna-.. I don’t think that would be professional of us. I mean think about it, I’m your bodyguard”

“I know but you could protect me more efficiently now, you know like day and night type of job”

“I-I…. Let me think about it”

I smiled and ran to give her a hug, before she had to leave. I loved the way she smelt, but it didn’t last long.

“I gotta go Jen”

“Okay…”

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I wanted to stay in bed and forget what happened yesterday but I needed to face Y/n for the answer

So I got up and got dressed just to change again when we get to the studio.

I walked out my door to Y/n standing there by her car waiting for me

“Hey Jenna,”

“Hey Y/n,”

We both greeted each other then she opened the door for me, such a gentleman Gentlewomen

We were both in the car, and she was driving normally but then another car came out of no where and hit us

I was knocked unconscious and the last thing I heard were sirens

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I woke up in a hospital with my mom beside me

“Oh my god, honey, are you okay”

“Yeah, I’m fine… where’s Y/n? Is she okay?”

“Oh honey I don’t know but I’m sure she’s fine.”

I got up with my mom protesting me to lay back down

“Jenna you need to sit back down you’re gonna hurt yourself more”

“I’ll be fine mom I just have to find Y/n”

I left the room to go to the front desk to ask where Y/n was

“Hello ma’am do you know where a girl named Y/n L/n is?”

“Sorry give me one moment.. are you family?”

“Uhh… yes I’m her wife”

“Okay room 128”

“Thank you”

“You’re welcome honey”

I ran off to where Y/n’s room was hoping she was okay

When I found her room I ran into it and she was asleep laying down

So I went to her bedside glad she was okay and I fell asleep knowing that she was

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Sorry for taking three years on this I was having terrible writers block plus I’ve been dealing with a lot of school stuff. I hope you like this

Btw sorry for lying in the spicy part. It’s the next one that will anyways have a nice rest of your day raccoon faces..!

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tsams-confessions · 3 months

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quite the fandom, isnt it?

good timezone and welcome to tsams confessions. have an opinion you dont want traced back to your account? frustrated and need a place to yell? just want to sit back and watch whatever drama of the week unfold without actually having to participate? this is the place for you. you can submit just about anything, but there's a few rules

we are no longer allowing people to be mentioned by name. there weren't any major incidents to spark this decision, but the three we got were just spreading rumors about the people in question and that's not what we want here

if you are mentioned/vagued in a post and would like it taken down, or if you sent your own confession and want it removed, please reach out off anon. it has to be the person themself that was involved, we will not take things down at the request of someone else

dont be a dick needlessly. i dont want to see shit like "x child's art sucks" thats not a confession thats just mean

Please don't discuss the solarmoon incest debate. Discussing the ship itself is allowed still

apparently this needs to be added. if we deem your confession to be racist/queerphobic/ableist/etc we will delete it

just. try to use common sense

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thats all for now. mod 1blood, signing off

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paper-gold-theories · 4 months

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HeroFlugAU (The Nudes Incident)

One of the heroes accidentally sent a dick pic to the P.E.A.C.E. group chat that was meant for his girlfriend.

He apologized for the embarrassing accident but since that was "P.E.A.C.E.'s formal group chat for only important news" the group was very strict for what messages should appear in their chat, hence he got banned from the chat for a month and issued a warning.

Some heroes got the shock of their lives, others appalled, others though it was hilarious, and some was like "Heh, nice".

Flug got shock of his life but suddenly noticed something off about the photo and texted the hero that he saw some lumps on his testicles from the photo and he should go get a doctor to check it out. The hero thanked Flug, feeling grateful.

And he thought that was the end of it.

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Rumors spread like wildfire that Flug was able to diagnose somone based on a dick pic, so almost every hero in P.E.A.C.E. started sending Flug nudes.

Most of the pics are from heroes who are worried about their health and are sending pics for small reasons like odd looking scars and moles. Others are just doing it because everyone else is doing it and they don't want to be left out.

[Golden Rule Member #1]: You see what happens when you help someone Flug! People send you nudes.

[Golden Rule Member #1]: So good deeds DO get rewarded! *laughing hysterically*

Flug, flustered: Oh shut up!

Flug tried to text everyone to stop sending him naked photos. But how they selectively interpret it is to not send Flug photos unless its a real medical emergency and to them everything is an emergency.

GoldHeart stepped in and held a conference a bluntly told everyone to stop sending nudes to his boyfr Team Member.

Vanity: But what if its a real medical emergency?

Flug: You guys can redirect it P.E.A.C.E. Medical Department. We also talked to them to do medical screening this month for everyone and to ask them any questions if that you have.

Vanity, texting: Ok, I'll send you some backup photos now...

Flug: No! DON'T GAH!!

[Flug, traumatized his phone off the floor and GoldHeart tosses a chair at Vanity for the audacity, knocking him out.]

GoldHeart: ENOUGH! Flug is not involved in the medical screening. He is the scientist and doctor for The Golden Rule ONLY not for P.E.A.C.E!

[Golden Rule Member #2], raises hand: Sooo, does that mean Flug can see us naked? (Miss Heed perks up)

GoldHeart: ...*death glares* GoldHeart: Flug can only see me naked...

GoldHeart: And if I catch anyone sending Flug nudes again there will be consequences...

[All the heroes proceed to exit the meeting in fear and promising to never send Flug nudes.]

Afterwards, Flug thanks GoldHeart for helping him with situation.

[Golden Rule Member #3]: I'll give you $50,000 for nudes of Omega and the other popular heroes, a thousand bucks for the semi-popular heroes, a hundred bucks per hero for all the nudes and embarrassing photos you have for all the heroes!

[Golden Rule Member #3], adds: ... And maybe ten bucks for the unpopular ones like Vanity Bolt, you can never know when those can be useful.

But Flug refused and deleted all the photos before throwing his phone into the fire along with his sim card before getting a new phone and a new number, (just in case) to stop the chain of nudes and put this whole incident behind him.

Flug, sighs: I never want to see another naked hero again... GoldHeart: What? *looks worried* Flug, laughs: Except you GoldHeart.

GoldHeart: Oh... *looks relief and laughs with Flug*

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Flug through the whole thing is basically like 😂:

#villainous #villanos #villainous au #HeroFlugAU #dr flug #goldheart #gold heart #herbert leth #dr kenning flugslys #villainous headcanons #villainous miss heed #cecilia amanda kelly #villainous missheed

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earthtoharlow · 11 months

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Teach Me

2) February

AN: Part 2 of Teach Me

Thank you to @harlowcomehome for helping me with this, ily 🥹💜

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“You sure you don’t want me to run to the store for you?” Jack asked from the floor as he was playing dress up with Jayla.

Alyssa shook her head no. “I got it, babe. I’ll be in and out. Just grabbing a few things for Jayla for Valentine’s Day.” She says with a laugh and an eye roll.

“And hopefully for me too.”

“Maybe” Alyssa said with a wink, knowing she already had a plan for them.

She could tell Jack was still worried, he never liked when she left the house late at night. Alyssa walked over, bending down to give him a sweet kiss on the lips. “You worry too much, princess”

“That’s not funny.” Jack told her, trying to hold in his laughter. Jayla was only 2 but slowly became obsessed with makeup/hair after watching her mother do her own every morning. So now Jack was currently sitting on the floor with lipstick smeared over his lips and barrettes in his hair, with a crown to match.

Alyssa gave Jayla kisses all over her face, childish giggles ringing in the air. “I’ll be right back, baby. Make sure to take care of daddy, ok?”

“Otay”

She gave Jack one last kiss before she locked the door behind her but not before saying their phrase.

“Love You, Mean It!”

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“Jayla Rose! Can you explain to me why you waited till the last minute to tell me that you signed up Daddy to make cookies for your Valentine’s Day party”

It was 10pm, way past Jayla’s bedtime but Valentine’s Day was tomorrow and the kids were encouraged to bring baked goods.

“We always make cookies together!” Jayla exclaimed while adjusting her chef's hat on her head.

“Not at 10 o’clock at night.”

Jayla shrugged her and suddenly started playing with her KY chain hanging from her neck, something she did when she was nervous.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” Jack asked her, concerned.

She began playing with her necklace some more and kicking her feet against the kitchen floor. “I just thought it would be fun, you always get sad during this time because of mommy.”

Jack immediately pulled her into a hug, he could feel his shirt start to get wet from her tears. “Hey, it’s okay.” He reassured her by rubbing her back.

“Look at me.” His heart wanted to cry as he looked at her big brown eyes that were filled with tears threatening to fall. “You don’t have to worry about Daddy, that’s my job. You and I are gonna have fun tomorrow. I have a whole day planned just for the two of us once you get out of school.”

Jayla perked up at that “Really?”

“Yes, really. You know you’re my favorite valentine. Now, let’s wipe these tears and finish these cookies so you can go to bed.”

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Ariel loved Valentine's Day, it was her favorite holiday. I mean, her last name was Love after all. Sure, she was 27 years old and single, but there were so many other reasons to love it. Not only did she love the flowers, the pinks and reds but she loved everything Valentines Day stood for, it’s about love, and what’s not to love about love?

By morning her desk was filled with cards, candy and small stuffed animals. She was sure her planner was underneath all the gifts but Ariel was in no rush to look for it. Her favorite gift amongst them all was the donut bouquet from Jayla Harlow.

Ariel: rumor has it that you burned our classes Valentine’s Day cookies for our party?

Pressing send, Ariel grabbed one of the donuts from the bouquet. Before she could take a bite, her phone buzzed on her desk.

Jack: didn’t you hear? I don’t clear up rumors

Ariel giggled at that knowing he was referencing one of his hit songs. As she was just about to text him back Jack sent another message

Jack: but whoever started that rumor is in big trouble, can’t have someone spreading misinformation

Ariel: you’d be shocked to know what else I’ve been told, but I wouldn’t want to give away my sources

She moaned as she took a bite of her donut. She always had a sweet tooth. There was nothing like a strawberry frosted donut.

Jack: well…you can tell me. I won’t tell anyone

Taking another bite of her donut, she thought about all the things Jayla has shared with her. They were honestly pretty tame, compared to her other students giving her details about their parents divorce.

Ariel: oh you know, just that you get red as a tomato in the sun, you drink ranch dressing (big if true), the source claims they’re better at basketball and soccer than you, and that your idea of dancing is just stomping around.

Jack: damn this source knows a lot about me

Jack: and I’ll have you know that I’m very useful on the court

Ariel: hey, don’t shoot the messenger! Just some silly gossip between a teacher and their favorite student

She laughed at the exchange before taking a glance at the clock, seeing the kids would be back from lunch in 15 minutes. Ariel should be using this time to plan out her lessons for the next week, but right now she’d rather flirt with her favorite students' dad. Lesson plans can wait.

Ariel: Speaking of the party, are you joining us?

Ariel already knew that he would probably say no, according to other teachers Mr. Harlow never showed up to any of the school's functions. And he hasn’t in a long time. She watched as those three bubbles indicating that Jack was texting back popped up and would suddenly go away.

Jack: uh probably not…I have some meetings this afternoon.

While she knew he was going to say no, she couldn’t help but think about Jayla, who is usually very social, was suddenly very quiet today.

Ariel: Well, if you end up getting out early, we’ve got plenty of heart shaped sweets with your name on it, and I have a feeling Jayla misses you.

She could hear the sounds of tiny footsteps and giggles coming down the hall so she knew her class will be making their way back in. She glanced down at her phone again and saw that Jack left her on read. She tried not to let it upset her, still she decided to send one last text.

Ariel: the kids are coming back from lunch, Happy Valentine’s Day Mr. Harlow

She shoved her phone back in her desk just in time to greet her kids back from lunch.

“Ok, my sweet angel babies, let’s get in our reading circles. Today’s book is all about…LOVE!”

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An hour later the Valentine’s Day party was in full swing. After socializing with the other parents and students she sat back and watched with a smile as the kids stuffed their faces with sweets. A small frown formed on her face when she noticed Jayla watching another student coloring with their mom with the same frown. Getting up from her desk, she took a seat next to Jayla.

“Hi, Miss Love.” Jayla greeted her with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes, before she looked down and continued to color.

“Hi, Jayla! I love your drawing. Is that your dad?” Ariel asked, pointing to the yellow stick figure.

Jayla nodded her head yes, “I had to draw him yellow because he’s pale, and I couldn’t use a white crayon." Ariel had to stifle her laugh at that.

“Of course. Well, I came over here to chill with you, if that’s okay?” Ariel asked.

“Yeah that’s fine! Do you wanna color with me?” Jayla asked not even waiting for a reply before pushing a paper towards her.

Ariel smiled and grabbed a pink crayon and started drawing hearts all over the paper.

“Miss Love, your heart looks like a BUTT!”

“It does not!”

“MHM!”

Since most parents decided to take the kids home early because of the party, that left Ariel and Jayla by themselves at the end of the day.

While Ariel waited for Jack to pick up Jayla, she decided to start cleaning up the classroom, hating a dirty room. As she was picking up papers and pencils off the floor, Jayla called her name from her spot in the class's reading corner.

“Yes, Jayla?” She replied and looked towards her so that she had her full attention.

“Do you have a mommy?” Ariel was shocked at that question, she walked over and sat on the floor next to her.

“Yes, but she became an angel when I was a teenager. So it’s just me and my dad now” Ariel told her

She could tell Jayla had another question as she nervously played with the necklace. Ariel stayed silent giving Jayla some time to process what she wanted to ask next.

“Do you ever miss her?”

“Everyday.” Ariel answered almost immediately.

Other teachers around the school talked all the time about how Jack was a “hot single father” and how no one knew much about Jayla’s mother. Ariel was never the one to gossip so she never dug deeper because it wasn’t her business to know.

It was quiet for a while as Jayla turned back towards her book, flipping through the pages. Ariel could tell she had more to say but she refused to push her.

“It’s just me and daddy too.” Jayla spoke after a while. She still was flipping through her book. “I don’t really know—“ Jayla couldn’t finish what she was saying as there was a soft knock on the door. Ariel and Jayla looked up and saw Jack leaning against the classroom door.

“DADDY!” Jayla yelled as she jumped up and ran towards her father, conversation seemingly forgotten. Ariel stood back as she watched Jack kiss his daughter all over her face.

“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner, babygirl.”

“It’s ok, Miss Love was hanging out with me.”

Jack put Jayla down from his arms before he stood up straight and greeted Ariel.

“Thanks, sorry I was late.” Jack said as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

Ariel waved her hand “it’s no problem at all, Jayla is one of my favorite’s students, I’d hang out with her any day.”

Jack smiled at that. “Now, Miss Love…I thought teachers weren’t supposed to have favorites.”

Ariel pressed her finger to her lips “SSH, don’t tell anyone.” Jack threw his head back with a laugh and the sound made Ariel’s heart flutter.

“Before I let you two go, Mr. Harlow, I did promise you that we had some cookies with your name on it.” Ariel grabbed the case of cookies that she saved back for him. Jack smiled as he looked down at the heart shaped cookies. He could tell they were homemade.

“Did you make these?” He asked, opening the container and grabbing one out. “Mm, these are delicious.” he said, biting into it.

“Yeah, I always overbake so I figured since you couldn’t be here I would save the rest for you.” Ariel said with a shrug, she could feel her cheeks getting warm as she watched Jack eat her cookies. God she was down bad.

“Maybe, I do need to come to these parties, if you’re going to be baking like this.” Jack flirted.

“Just for the baked goods?” She joked

“And to hang out with you..”

Jack felt a tug on his pants leg, breaking eye contact as he looked down at Jayla.

“What about me?!”

“You didn’t let daddy finish, I was going to say I’d love to hang out with Miss Love and my babygirl”

Ariel smiled watching the exchange, her face getting warmer at Jack claiming he wanted to hang out with her.

“Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you all here any longer, so I’ll let you two go. Bye, Miss Jayla, I’ll see you on Monday.”

What she didn’t expect was Jayla to leave Jack’s side and give her a tight hug around her legs. Even Jack was shocked at the action. Ariel got down to her level so she could give her a better hug.

“Bye, Miss Love. You’re the best.”

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“…and they lived happily ever after!”

The End

Jack read as he closed the book to Jayla’s favorite bedtime story.

“I love that book daddy, can you read it again?!” Jayla asked while giving him those award winning puppy dog eyes.

Still sitting on the edge of her bed, Jack shook his head no. “Not tonight, sweetheart. You know it’s late.”

Jayla huffed and cuddled deeper into the covers on her bed and laid her head on Jack’s arm. He always liked to stay with her until she fell asleep. “Did you have a fun day?”

“Yup, Miss Love is so cool, and she’s just like me!”

Jack looked down at Jayla confused, “yeah, how so?”

It got quiet and for a moment, Jack almost thought she was fast asleep before she spoke up.

“She only has a daddy! Her mommy is gone too, and she misses her everyday just like how I miss mommy” Jayla said softly followed by a small yawn

Jack tried to swallow the lump that immediately formed in his throat. Jayla hardly ever spoke to him about her mother's passing, so hearing that she missed her just as much as he did made the inside of his chest hurt. Jack was scared that if he opened his mouth he wouldn’t be able to stop crying, but thankfully when he looked down Jayla had fallen asleep in his arms.

Not having the heart to leave her just yet, Jack cuddled in closer, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead as tears threatened to fall from his eyes. While Jack wished Jayla spoke to him about her mom he was grateful that she trusted Ariel enough to open up.

Jack stayed in Jayla’s room for most of the night before making his way towards his bedroom. He was having a hard time sleeping with all the thoughts running through his head. After tossing and turning for a while, he reached over to grab his phone from the side table, and scrolled till he found the name he was looking for.

“Thank you for talking to Jayla, I really appreciate it.” He didn’t feel the need to elaborate, he knew Ariel would know what he was talking about. With it being so late in the night, Jack wasn’t expecting a reply so quickly, so he was surprised when he got a reply back after ten minutes.

“Anytime, Jayla can always count on me.”

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mrvlbimbo · 2 years

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His (not so) secret admirer, pt 2

pt 1/2/3/4

She didn’t mean to stand him up. That was her last intention. Emergency cheer team meeting be damned she really wanted to see him. But then her nerves got the better of her and she thought maybe this isn’t such a good idea.

So she went to the cheer meeting, spanning almost the entirety of lunch. And when it was over she really questioned if she should go, only making her mind up when she passed some freshmen in the hall whispering about Eddie.

“Yeah he left lunch all excited about something.”

“Probably a drug deal.”

“He doesn’t get that excited for drug deals, I think it’s about a girl.”

“Please, Munson have a clue with women.”

That made her choice clear, she had to see this through even if she was terrified. There was a reason she had sent letters rather than ever bothering to talk to him, she was terribly nervous around boys she liked.

One time in 8th grade she had tried to ask a boy to dance at their end of year formal and she threw up a heap of Hawaiian Punch before she even had the chance to say a word. Needless to say, she wasn’t very popular with boys her age.

But Eddie didn’t know any of this and what was he meant to think when he sat waiting for the whole lunch period and she never showed.

He was starting to get antsy, stepping from foot to foot and pacing around the table. Sure, she had seemed genuine, but what if it was all some joke on me? He thought.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by the sound of a twig breaking and a small yelp of surprise. “You’re late.”

“Sorry. Cheer meeting ran late.” She scurried over to the other side of the table, picking at the wood and refusing to meet his eyes.

“Third period is about to start. I don’t want to keep you from more important things.” He knew there wasn’t really anything she could have done differently but he was still miffed that she had chosen the meeting over him, further instilling his insecurity that maybe she wasn’t right for him.

“You’re important…to me” insecurity gone, he almost melted at that. He kept his face calm, stubborn as always and not ready to give in.

“Why letters?” He asked offhandedly, trying to hide the way his fingers subconsciously reached for hers.

“I just… didn’t think you’d like someone like me,” she admitted, staring at the ground awkwardly.

He just stood up and started to walk away, taking her heart with him. He turned back just as she looked up, finally meeting her eyes. “I do…like you…for the record.”

She didn’t know what to make of that, gawking at him as he casually walked away. It took her a while to compose herself and leave aswell, making her late for class.

Surely the rumors would start to spread but she didn’t care, she just needed to prove she was serious about him.

Her plan set in motion the next day, confidently striding into the cafeteria and stepping right up to his table. However her confidence was short-lived when he looked over at her.

She instantly froze, eyes widening as she failed to say anything. “Aw my girl is a little shy, c‘mere.” He opened his arms and motioned to his lap, very clearly inviting her to sit on it.

“Uh. Hi,” she addressed the table, sliding into Eddie’s lap. She was assisted by his arms wrapping around her waist.

“I was right, it was about a girl,” one of the freshmen commented.

“Not just any girl. My girl,” he announced, using that name again. It made her brain fuzzy, any rational thought leaving her.

“So, why are you here instead of with your friends?” He asked, wincing a bit at how condescending he sounded. He didn’t mean to be rude, but his insecurity was still peaking through.

“I felt bad about yesterday,” she admitted, ducking her head down in shame.

“Well I accept your apology. On one condition, hold my hand?” He asked, a sly smirk crossing his face.

She admired the twinkle in his eyes, so used to watching him from afar, she wasn’t sure how to react to being the focus of his attention. “Y-yeah. Ok”

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to,” he assured her, clocking her hesitance and trying to soothe her.

“I want to,” she whispered, lacing their fingers together. He tried to contain his excitement, wanting to seem cool and unbothered. However, the self satisfied grin on his face gave him away.

Her little touches were getting him embarrassingly “excited” He was already half hard and he hoped it was somehow hidden by the tight fabric of his jeans.

“Would you…uhmmm. Maybe want to come back to my place after school?” He asked, the way he breathed sensually against her neck in direct contrast to the insecurity in his words.

She turned to him, nodding and pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. Before he could even react to that she had scurried off his lap, leaving the lunch room as the bell rang. He’d have to work on that shyness of hers.

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kirbybecomesastarwarrior · 5 months

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If I became the Monster...

If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away Would that make us stronger? Would it keep our foes at bay? If I became the monster to everyone but us And made sure we got home again Who would care if we're unjust If I became the

Lyrics from "Monster" from Epic the Musical

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Guys, this is Meta Knight's song... it fits him perfectly!

This scene takes place around the time of Garlude's death...

Due to MK's reputation & everyone's prejudice against him being part demon. Many rumors spread that he ran away from the fight or he had jinxed her... Meta Knight couldn't help but blame himself.

Things have just been getting harder... and he was just getting so tired of losing people... which got him to think of something... something awful...

However, Jecra wouldn't allow it... he had no desire to see Meta Knight sacrificing himself... thankfully, he talked to him before he even got the chance to...

Convo:-

MK: Jec... what if I could save all of us with this

J: Oh no, you don't... I'm not gonna let you destroy yourself for us...

MK: But you all have homes and families to return to... Oh no... Garlude had a daughter, right? And I... Jec I should hav-

J: META KNIGHT! Don't you dare finish that!

MK: But it's my fault Jec... it's the least I can do-

J: DON'T LET THOSE F#CK*NG RUMORS GET TO YOU! IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT YOU HEAR ME!... Meta, please don't do this...

MK: Jecra I just...*starts tearing* I just don't want to lose anyone else... I'm just so tired of Jec- *cries* It just keeps getting harder...

J: I know, Mets... I know... You're okay with me... you're safe with me... We love you so much... Meta, your life matters too! I'll say it as many times as I have to until you believe it... *Pulls him in for a hug

MK: Jec- I don't know what I'd do without you...

Finally, Meta Knight allows himself to cry in Jecra's arms and mourn the death of their friend...

Guess who ends up becoming the monster first... Oh, the irony is so painful... I can't believe I produced this.

Keep reading for more context & lore...

LORE TIME BABY!

Since the betrayal of Yamikage & the disappearance of the Ancients (the only people who had the power to reign him in), the GSA was now on the brink of ruin... Due to the lack of soldiers, everyone was spread out thin. This was when Uther reached his peak madness...

Similar to MK & Garlude... Sir Arthur & a small group (higher-ups who had some sort of moral code left) were sent out on a crusade to find the legendary sword Excalibur. (Which I will get into later...)

But in truth, these were all just "fool's errands" and were just ploys to get those who opposed him to be killed. And with Sir Arthur gone...(presumably dead), no one had free reign of the GSA...

Uther took this as an opportunity to cut Meta Knight's unit in half... putting them in squadrons that would surely use them as death fodder. Meta Knight loved his everyone squadron... he couldn't change the order... so he did something else.

Every time someone from the other half of his unit was dragged out to fight, he'd volunteer to go with them. Sir Uther used his affection for his team against him... (hoping he would die out there...)

(He tried to pull the same trick with Galaxia, and he was supremely pissed that MK came out alive... )

Meta kept sacrificing so much of himself to keep Jecra and his squadron safe... So many of his friends were dying now... and were forced to be scattered about. He couldn't save all of them (he couldn't be in two places at once...); now Garlude and his mentor were gone.

So yeah MK was already in a bad place... Garlude's death was just the cherry on top...

This brings us to this... "what if he became the monster", Meta Knight contemplates whether or not he should allow himself to unleash untapped power... and use his dark magic.

I can't say that much (because of spoilers), but he has a connection with Nightmare that allows him to tap into his pool of power... everyone in the GSA knew of his wings, but only his team (Team Halberd) knew of this connection of with Nightmare.

They knew he was playing with some dangerous forces...

But for those of you who were wondering what Meta Knight meant in the previous chapter in "Had I not tried to play the hero back then…... Perhaps this is my punishment..."

It's referring to this... Meta Knight does eventually go berserk after the death of Jecra! It was to protect the remaining people in his squadron... but it was all for not... they all still ended up dying.

But ultimately it was these powers that allowed Meta Knight to be the only one of the only survivors of the war... though he paid a terrible price because of it.

For those of you who were keeping up with the previous post... it was Jecra (Knuckle Joe's father).

I'm not going to confirm anything just yet, but Jecra was Meta Knight's right-hand man... his rock... his person... <3: Feel free to use this as shipping fodder... (MetaxJecra)

There's gonna be more lore-dumping before the next chapter 2-3 weeks until the next chapter. (which means more Jecra)

I hope you all enjoyed it!

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madneedshelp · 1 year

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You Make Loving Fun - Warren Rojas x FReader

Summary: You weren’t really a relationship girl. Sure, you had no problems with some fun and this was the era of free love, but you preferred to keep things as just fun. So, when your friend introduces you to the drummer in her band, why does he make you want to change this rule so badly?

Warnings: implied sex, recreational drug and alcohol use, adult language

“Karen, I swear I cannot get drunk tonight! I have a shoot tomorrow and I cannot be hungover. No drugs either, they make me sloppy in the morning.” You warned, looping an arm through your friend’s.

She tilted back her head in a laugh. “I promise to keep an eye on you, party pooper. You’ve got to have a little fun, though.”

“Of course I will, I just don’t want to mess up this gig. I’ve worked so hard and things are too fucking competitive out here. I will do my best to loosen up a little bit, though.” You gave her a grin that mirrored her own.

Karen was one of the few good friends you had out in LA. You came out here to pursue modeling after you were scouted soon after high school, and you’d spent the past couple years working hard at it. Not to brag, but you were doing alright for yourself. You were grabbing a drink with some coworkers of yours, which you had to admit were a little insufferable and bitchy, when you met Karen.

Now here you were, at a party thrown by Karen’s new band. The Six seemed like cool people, Karen definitely liked them better than her previous bandmates, so that made them okay in your book. She was right though, you did need to relax a little bit. This party might’ve been just what you needed.

“Everyone, this is my good friend, YN. Y/N, that’s Graham, Warren, Eddie, Billy, and Billy’s lovely wife Camila.” Karen announced to the group.

You exchanged pleasantries with everyone before more people started arriving and the group dispersed. It wasn’t long before Karen drifted off to talk to Graham and you decided maybe one drink wouldn’t be the end of the world. Loosen up, you told yourself.

“Hey, Y/N, I’m Warren.”

You jumped a bit as you finished pouring yourself a glass of wine, startled by the immediate presence of a curly-haired man.

“Oh, hi, and I remember.” You chuckled as you turned to face him. He was cute, in a playful way. He seemed genuinely happy, which was something a lot of aspiring musicians these days didn’t exude.

“So, Karen tells us you’re a model, that’s pretty cool.” He gave you a nervous grin.

You nodded. “Indeed I am. It’s not as glamorous as it looks all the time, though.”

He leaned against the table, very obviously trying to be flirty. “Well, I’m sure if it’s you doing it, it looks plenty glamorous.”

That earned a laugh from you. He was funny. And actually quite attractive, you decided. “What else has Karen told you about me?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, she might have told us that you can be a little stuffy.”

A shocked expression took over your face. “Did she really? Wow. That hurts.”

“I didn’t say I believed her.” Warren shrugged.

“No, she’s kind of right. I’ve been working a lot lately and my agents have me under a pretty strict routine. That’s why I came tonight, to have some fun.” Your lips turned up in a sly smile. A rush of satisfaction flooded through you as Warren’s eyes traveled down to your lips. Two could play at this little flirty game he had started.

Suddenly, Karen showed up with Graham and Eddie in tow. “Hey, we’re going to go smoke out back. Do you two want to join us?”

You considered for a moment. If you stopped drinking now and only stuck to some weed, you’d probably be okay in the morning. “Sure, I’m in.”

“Really?” Karen looked pleasantly surprised.

“Yeah, apparently someone is spreading the rumor that I’m ‘stuffy’ and I can’t have that circulating.” You sent her a playful glare.

“Well, you heard the lady, let’s go.” Warren grinned.

About an hour later, the five of you sat out back in a comfortable haze. Karen and Graham had gotten surprisingly touchy with each other, and Eddie seemed hilariously out of it. You found yourself sneaking numerous glances at Warren. Weed made you a little horny sometimes, which you probably should’ve considered before agreeing to this.

Luckily for you, Warren was also sneaking glances. You could tell the wanting feeling between you two was mutual.

Before long, Karen and Graham slipped away, and Eddie wasn’t long to follow. That left you and Warren alone.

“So,” He sat up beside you in the chair you two shared. “Did you have fun tonight?”

“Yeah, I really did.” You gave him a lazy smile. “How about you?”

“Me too, but I have fun all the time.” Warren chuckled .

An easy smile played on his lips and you found yourself staring. He did radiate this comforting sort of vibe…honestly, he radiated fun. You weren’t sure at what point you started leaning toward him, but he had leaned in too.

Before you knew it, his lips were locked on yours and you had your hands entwined in his mess of dark curls. He gave you a chance to break the kiss, just in case it wasn’t what you wanted, but you didn’t. You only kissed him back hungrier.

Everything about kissing Warren was thrilling. It felt like light speed, but also as though the minutes had dragged into hours. At some point, he’d shifted you into his lap to where you were straddling him and his hands drifted comfortably to your hips.

“We could…take this upstairs to my room. If you want to.” He whispered breathily into your ear.

“Sorry, I only fuck guitarists.” You whispered back with a joking smirk.

“Shit, I guess Graham will have to give me some lessons then.” He let out a raspy chuckle that sent a flutter of warmth through you.

You kissed him again, with the same passion resuming almost immediately. “I suppose I could make an exception this once.”

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You were still grinning as you tugged your dress back on. Coming to this party had definitely been the right decision.

“You don’t have to leave now, you know,” Warren murmured from the bed.

All giddiness faded from you immediately. You never stayed. Relationships were messy and stressful. Your work was stressful enough for you, so you tended to keep your personal life more casual.

“I should go, I have a shoot pretty early in the morning.” You didn’t look at him as you put your heels back on.

He was silent for a beat. “Well, could I call you sometime?”

The pit in your stomach only deepened. You felt guilty at the tinge of rejection in his voice. There was something else too, though, but you couldn’t quite put a name on this other feeling.

“Warren, listen, I’m not exactly looking for a relationship right now. I’m sorry.” You grimaced, unable to make eye contact. Normally, you didn’t have to do this part because most guys didn’t question things when you left right after.

“Could I call you if we don’t make this a relationship thing?”

You didn’t really do repeats either. That bordered too close to attachments usually, but something in your gut made you nod. Deep down, you kind of wanted to see him again.

“Yeah, I think that would be okay.” You said hesitantly.

After writing down your number, you slipped out the door and went to find the exit. As you sat in the cab on the way home, you realized that the odd feeling you couldn’t name earlier was longing. A part of you had wanted to stay with him. Honestly, you weren’t sure if you trusted that part of you.

– – – – – – – – – –

You and Warren jokingly liked to call each other sex friends. It was a fairly accurate label, to be completely honest. Yeah, the arrangement started off as a sex thing, but you found that you had actually gotten to know him over the past few months and you enjoyed his company.

Karen brought you along to a decent amount of band functions if you were off work, since your schedule was patchy sometimes. You enjoyed the extra time you got to spend with her, but you didn’t hate seeing Warren more too.

You and Karen were lounging on some chairs in the studio one afternoon while you waited for the rest of the band, who were almost all usually always late.

“Why aren’t you with Warren?” Karen asked out of the blue.

“Why aren’t you with Graham?” You returned.

She sighed and stared off at the wall. “You know why. I love my work, and I’ll never be the woman that wants to settle down. I don’t want to give this up, and being with him would require that of me in the end.”

You shrugged. “Same for me. Work comes first.” Karen considered your words for a moment, and you could tell she didn’t quite believe you. “Just say what you’re thinking.”

“I think that for me, my work makes me happy, and this is the life that’ll make me happiest. If that’s true for you, I respect that one hundred percent, but I don’t think your work makes you happy like I’m happy.” You were about to protest, but she stopped you. “No, listen, I’m not saying you need to be with Warren to be happy. That’s not it. I’m just saying that you should really consider if this lifestyle is what you truly want in the long run.”

God, you hated when she was right about things. You couldn’t even challenge her because while it may not have been what you wanted to hear, there was some truth to them. Did you want to spend forever just working and going home to an empty apartment? Hell, it’s not like modeling is a career that lasts forever. Did you really want to pour your whole life into a career that would be done with you before the next decade was up?

“And for the record, I do think you look happy with him. He definitely is happier with you. I’m not trying to tell you what you should or shouldn’t do, I’m just saying that, for the record, that’s what it looks like.” She added and gave you a small smile.

You couldn’t go into the Warren spiral again. Not now. Your mind had been drifting there all too often lately.

“I think I need to go.” You mumbled and grabbed your purse.

Karen stood up with you and put a hand on your arm. “Hey, please don’t. I didn’t want to make you angry, I just thought you needed to hear it. Please stay.”

“I’m not mad, Karen. I’m just frustrated that you’re right, so I think I need to be alone to do some thinking, okay? I’ll call you tonight.” You grabbed her hand and gave it a quick reassuring squeeze before you headed for the parking lot.

The universe, it seemed, had shitty timing. Keys in hand, tears starting down your face, you opened the door and ran straight into Warren himself.

“Hey, Y/N, what’s…wait, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” The smile that formed upon your appearance quickly faltered from his face.

You shook your head, not wanting to deal with any of it right then. “I’m fine, Warren. I’m just going home.”

But he couldn’t just let you leave. No, you had to pick one of the most decent guys in LA to be in a situationship with. He didn’t move from his spot in front of the door. “I don’t think you’re fine, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t try to drive yourself home like this.”

“Dammit, Warren, why do you fucking care!?” The words were harsh and you didn’t really want to say them, but they slipped out anyway.

“Because I care about what happens to you. I just, I don’t know, I just care about you, okay?” He kept his voice calm.

“I didn’t ask that of you.”

“I know, but I can’t help it.”

You let out a shaky laugh. “The funny thing is, I didn’t want to date anybody because I didn’t want the distractions and complications, but here we are. Here I am. I’m a fucking mess. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t want to love you because apparently I don’t get to decide those things myself.”

He looked stunned for a moment. “You love me?”

“Yeah, Warren, I do.”

“Can I tell you that I love you too, or is this a bad time for that?”

That mustered a weak chuckle from you. He always could make you laugh, even from the beginning.

It really hit you then. Loving Warren wasn’t this painful, terrible thing. It was passionate, and warm, and fun, and it felt good. Maybe it wasn’t in your plan to love someone, but you hadn’t met Warren when you decided that for yourself. Love didn’t have to tear you apart, it could be a thing to keep you together.

“No, I want you to tell me. Please.” You sniffled, looking up at him through your teary eyes as a fresh wave of tears were about to ensue. These were the happy kind of emotional tears, though.

“I love you. I’ll love you for as long as you’ll let me.” Warren said softly.

He bent down and kissed you then, and as he did, you got the feeling that you would let him love you for a very long time.

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 4 months

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Thanks for your response. I was the anon who ended the ask with 'the fandom can suck it'. When I saw that anon who you and twinanimatronics had assumed to be the one that keeps you know starting shit with you, I really hated that they labeled us as shipbrain or whatever they said. I am aroace who finds comfort in shipping characters and that doesn't make me any less aroace. Can't people like them just let us have this, let us share it and stop taping our mouths? God. We are not even hurting anyone. I posted a solarxmoon and solarxearth mini comic thing yesterday and behold, I believe that same anon found it and is looking adamantly through the solarxmoon and even solarxearth because I didn't use the tsams tag for my comic. I took the comic down fast and turned off anon messages so quick because God that anon was quick to leave nasty messages, six in total and that was panic attack inducing. I'm sorry for rambling about this. I don't know anyone else who got that same anon on their back. It looks like they are persistent for lack of better term and it annoys me+scares me. Can't even share things I like about here anymore. Hoping solarxmoon becomes canon so that anon can shut up already

If Solar Moon became canon, they don't even need to change anything.

The actors don't even need to pretend to kiss or be romanically involved at all.

It's literally as simple as "Oh yeah, we were dating for months, anyway..."

OH AND... FUCK THAT ANON. I know the user you are talking about, I think there's around two or three of them... and it seems like they're dead set on hunting down people who use that Solarmoon or Solar x Moon tag.

Going into popular users in the tsams fandom that I personally don't know... and spreading bad lies and rumors about me.

Like, they typically try to keep it as vague as possible, like "oh I am not talking about dana-chan-the-control-brain specifically....." but they often steal the exact wording and turn of phrase I use.

Cause I have an overly wordy way of talking on the internet.

I've always been this way since I was 15, so I feel my style of speaking is pretty overly wordy, rambly and long compared to most people just because I don't have a lot to share with my opinions with in real life. And I also misspell things a lot cus spellcheck has gotten worse since it became AI trained and it doesn't help my dyslexia.

But how sad is that? That someone is searching out the tag for a ship that they don't like, claim that "it's everywhere" and I'm "poisoning the fanbase" when I'm just.... here... playing with my own dolls, doing my own thing.... and not bothering anyone... Not even putting the ship in the tags publicly because I have Such respect and love for the silly little youtube show, who also plays with fnaf characters like they're dolls.

(just saying.. "bio-organic" and interdimensional travel did NOT come from fnaf I can tell you that much. )

And yeah, if they're really stumbling across Solarmoon or these ships on accident.......Blacklist the tags and move on? Don't come to my messages... Don't harass my friends...

And don't harass other people I DON'T EVEN KNOW because someone just said "hehe but what if they kissed" on the internet?

Like blocklist the tag, and move on.

I know the blocklisting tagging system sucks sometimes, so maybe it's picking up "Solar" like in that case? Just scroll super fast and don't look at it?

And yeah. You don't deserve those nasty messages sent your way at all!

Oh, and if you feel brave enough to reupload your art to tumblr and DM me, I will gladly reblog it here. <3

#danachan's rants #danachan's replies #danachan's asks

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—ᴛᴏᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢɪʀʟꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴍɪᴄ ᴄᴏɴ

Pictures are mine!

Tom Sturridge x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: A short sweet moment between Tom and his girlfriend YN at his autograph booth at Comic Con

word count: smth along 1.4k

warnings: none, pure tooth rotting fluff, mentioning of reader being shorter than Tom

author’s note: I met Tom this weekend and had this idea the second I returned to my hotel room last night 🥺❤️ Just ignore it, but I had to write this down.

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The internet—especially Twitter—desperately tried to figure out if Tom’s girlfriend would be with him during the German Comic Con, mostly because someone started to spread the rumors of sightings of YN at the New Yorker Comic Con as well as the Dallas Fan Festival. But none of the fans actually saw her, so the rumor that YN was seen in Germany spread like wildfire on social media. On the first day of Comic Con, Twitter was flooded by tweets looking for the still kinda mysterious woman because barely anything was known about her.

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thesandmanforever Did someone see YN already??

user1 please, for the love of god, tell us poor unfortunate souls about YN if you happen to see her 😭

tomsturridgedaily Gonna keep my eyes and ears open for YN

user2 oh my… I THINK I SAW YN AT THE COSPLAY AREA

tomandyn YN stood right in front of me in the line for bubble tea 😱

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Tom just sent another of his lovely fans off after he had signed a deluxe edition of The Sandman—the same one he had standing on his shelve at home—and wanted to greet the next one with a smile, as movements behind him distracted the man from the people in front of him. Slightly, he turned in his seat to check if everything was alright back where his convention assistant stood, who helped him stick to his schedule, but was taken by surprise at the sight of a very familiar and very loved face.

YN had stuck her head from behind the dividers, her face glowing, her eyes shining, and her lips forming into a wide smile. “Hey, handsome,” she greeted him with her signature soft voice he still fell head over heels with every single day all over again. “Hello, love.” She thanked the dark-haired assistant silently as he let her pass to get to Tom at his table. She grinned and looked from him to his waiting fans, gently waving in their direction. Instantly, YN received wide smiles, eager faces, and waves in return, accompanied by a handful of shy Hey, YN greetings. “I’m almost already gone again and will let him dedicate his attention back to you, guys. I only need one second if that’s alright with you?” She felt like intruding, but she wanted to check up on him, see if he needed anything she could get for him, and gladly, everyone in front of them nodded heavily.

YN didn’t even mind the phone cameras sneakily directed at them and their interaction.

And with that, she turned back to Tom, who stared up at her with a tender smile on his beautiful face. The woman couldn’t stop her hands from cradling his jaw and caressing through the mop of dark unruly hair after she had put down the steaming hot to-go cup she had brought with her. “Brought you some tea, love. Thought you could use a cup, and I got you—” YN let go of him to rummage through the black tote bag she carried on her right shoulder and conjured a bag of snacks out of there. “—some snacks. There is this stall in one of the other halls which sells dried fruits and nuts, so I got you something from there, and I also got you a little something from the bakery I went to before I drove here.” The bag found its new spot in his hands, and the man continued to stare up at her, entirely in awe of how she took care of him even though she wasn’t obliged to do so. His love for this woman continued to grow every day, but today, it reached a new all-time high.

Never in his life had he felt this loved and cherished, and he adored how they both took care of one another. And YN was a strong side and pillar to lean against during the last couple of weeks, always holding up with his busy schedule, always being there and traveling with him. But Tom knew how happy she’d be as soon as they headed home on Sunday night—just as happy as he would be. He loved to see all his fans, especially after the whole covid situation where conventions like this weren’t even thinkable, but after so many weeks, he craved the comfort and quietness of their shared home.

Blinking up at her, Tom showed another small smile. “You didn’t have to…—” was all he could push out before a finger found his lips and silenced him immediately. YN softly grinned at him and pressed an even softer kiss to his forehead. “Please, don’t be silly. I told you I would pop in here and there to check up on you and bring you some treats. But I gonna leave now, yeah? Let you get back to all those lovely people.” He really didn’t want to let her go just yet but knew that it was the most responsible thing. He would have her for the rest of his life, after all. So he nodded but raised from his chair to hold her for a second. The man didn’t even see the many phones pointed at them, didn’t even hear the voice from the other table shouting something about photos in German.

YN smiled up at him, now smaller than him, and let her arms wrap around his slim waist while his arms rested around her shoulders. “What are you up to now? Any appointments?” He wiggled sillily with his dark brows because he knew of all the many tickets in her tote, even though she believed to be as sneaky as possible about it, and made the woman laugh snortingly. “Well, y’know? Jus’ some hot dates with some people. Sandwiched between Ian Somerhalder and Paul Wesley, for example.” Now it was YN’s turn to wiggle her eyebrows and make Tom laugh softly under his breath. “I knew it,” he teased her, and the woman only grinned. “But seriously, I only have a couple of tickets for some photos, and I wanted to check out the artist alley upstairs. I will be back sooner than you think.”

After all, she only was a writer and author of steaming hot romance novels and poems about every aspect of life, and to see her longtime silly crushes? That was an opportunity she couldn’t let pass, even though she knew some of them personally, like Charlie and Elden, but she loved to surprise them.

Tom nodded at that and pressed a kiss to her temple, not daring to kiss her in front of all those people. However, he really wanted to because she was just this pretty in her comfortable convention outfit, consisting of some denim jeans and her favorite hoodie—which was actually his hoodie. “I hope you have fun, darling, and don’t forget to drink enough, ‘promise?” YN cooed lowly, cupped his cheek, and kissed the corner of his mouth before smiling up at him. “Of course, love. Don’t forget your tea. If you need anything else, just send me a text.” And with that, they parted from each other, and YN walked smiling along the line of waiting people before one of them almost shouted: “We love you, YN!”

With blushing cheeks, the woman waved lightly, feeling her heartbeat fasten, and disappeared between the other waiting people.

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hourlytomsturridge I witnessed Tom and YN, and I never felt so single in my life

TomIsSandman YN brought Tom some snacks and something hot to drink to his autograph booth, and I think I will never see something sweeter.

tomsturridgedaily I want what Tom and YN have.

user1 YN is the sweetest human being on earth. Not only does she deeply care for Tom and take care of him, no. She also supported so many artists up at the artist alley, and I think I saw Tom and her later on, and he carried a lot of stuff. I guess that was her loot for today :D

user2 YN LN bought almost all my stickers and was like “I love stickers so much, literally every device case is plastered with stickers, and i can bring some for my two best friends because they’re Animal Crossing addicts like me” 🥺❤️

tomandyn I met YN twice today, and during the second time, we sat there, drank our bubble tea, and then she casually told me that she would be attending as Scarlet Witch tomorrow because she’s one of her favorite Marvel characters. This woman is not only a writing goddess of exceptionally wonderful romance and smut, but she is also a cosplayer. I envy Tom 🤯

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Yeah, I don’t know what I did here, but I had to, bye 👉🏻👈🏻❤️ As usual: Comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated

P.S. Tom is the world’s greatest hugger. His hugs are ✨chefskiss✨

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all-the-things-2020 · 3 months

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Late Night Talking - Chapter Seven

Summary: Emily goes back to work and Dieter comes to spend the weekend. Chaos ensues.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 6780+

Tag list: @rhoorl @avastrasposts @readingiskeepingmegoing @runningmom94 @gwendibleywrites

The first day back on campus was always full of boring staff meetings and, for those of us in the library and textbook room, a daylong parade of teachers with requests for books. It was exhausting but gave us a chance to catch up with everyone. It also meant the Nosy Parkers were out in force, sniffing out the best gossip to spread around campus. Who went where on vacation, who didn’t go anywhere, who got married or engaged, who got pregnant, etc. I knew that it wouldn’t be long before word got around that I was dating someone; I was friends on Facebook with a few of my coworkers, and although I hadn’t posted many clear photos of Dieter or mentioned his name, I had made a few posts referring to “my boyfriend.”

As I settled into a seat in the auditorium for the all staff kickoff meeting, I was simultaneously distracted by my phone buzzing in my pocket and my least favorite coworker, Eileen, latching onto my arm. She was nearing retirement age and every year the rumor went around that she wasn’t coming back in the fall, but every year, there she was.

“How are you, sweetie?,” she asked. “Did you have a good summer?” I could tell that she’d already heard something from the way she smiled so insincerely.

“I’m good. Summer was good,” I replied, digging my phone out. “Excuse me, let me check this.”

As I suspected, it was a text from Dieter

DIETER: Happy 1st day back. Break a leg or whatever you say for luck in a library. Break a spine??

I was surprised he was up so early. He must have set his alarm so he could text me. I smiled to myself and texted back.

ME: Weirdo. Just starting all staff meeting aka most boring two hours of my life. Talk to u later, k?

I put my phone back in my pocket and reluctantly turned to Eileen. Before she could open her mouth, my phone buzzed again and I pulled it back out, mouthing “sorry” at her.

It was a video of a duck with cartoon arms running around a dog.

DIETER: If meeting gets too boring watch this.

He added several smiley face emojis, a dog, a duck, and his favorite, the grinning purple devil. I shook my head.

“Bad news?” Eileen pounced on the slightest whiff of intrigue or gossip.

“No, just a dumb video my boyfriend sent me,” I said without thinking. Oops.

“Boyfriend? Really? Congratulations!” She sounded sincere, but I’d endured enough snide remarks over the years about my single state to know that she was inwardly lamenting the loss of something to pester me about.

“Yeah,” I said off handedly. “We met this summer. Oh, there’s the principal. Meeting’s about to start.” I had never been happier to see Dr. Osuna climb the steps to the stage and make her way behind the beat up old podium that had been used by every principal since the school’s founding over 60 years ago.

As various administrators droned on about vision and aiming for lofty goals and hitting our target numbers, I surreptitiously peeked at my phone, which kept buzzing. Dieter was sending me GIFs and cartoons and video clips about surviving meetings, and more birds with arms, which he’d found out never failed to make me laugh. Finally, I texted him back.

ME: Stop. People are staring at me. Supposed to be paying attention like a good little drone.

Truthfully, no one was paying any attention to me except Eileen. Everyone was either on their own phones, ignoring admin completely, or pretending to be captivated by every word. Some teachers were even taking notes, but they were just trying to score brownie points. Eileen, however, was watching me like a hawk, a small frown on her face. She was the sort of employee who was more concerned about keeping track of everyone else and making sure they weren’t slacking off than in doing her own job. Unfortunately, she was also very efficient and had no problem doing her own job and sticking her nose in everyone else’s business.

The meeting finally ended and I made sure to hop up quickly and head out of the auditorium before Eileen could corner me again. It was only a temporary reprieve, since her office was located inside the library building, but I’d take what I could get.

“Emily!” I stopped on my way out of the auditorium lobby to let the speaker catch up. It was Simone, my favorite English teacher. She was a huge book nerd and was our number one customer in the library. “Girl, slow down!”

“Sorry, friend,” I told her. “I was trying to get away from you-know-who.”

She nodded knowingly. “Gotcha,” she said. When she’d caught up, she steered me out a side door, which meant we’d take the long way to the library. Eileen would make a beeline for her office so she could have a front row seat for the parade of teachers, so there was little chance of running into her as we walked.

Simone gave me a look and nudged my shoulder with hers. “So …,” she said. “Who’s the guy?” She was friends with me on Facebook, and she’d liked several of my posts over the summer. “And why haven’t you posted very many pics? Dude is hot!”

I stopped walking and took a deep breath. Part of me didn’t want to say a thing, and another part (the part that had never really left high school) wanted to squeal and show her the approximately seventeen thousand photos of Dieter on my phone and brag about how I was dating a freaking movie star.

“His name is Dieter,” I said. “We met at a bookstore in L.A. back in June.”

“Dieter? Unusual name.” Simone prompted. “What does he do? Where does he live? Come on, I need details!”

I pulled out my phone. “He’s an actor. And he lives in L.A. so it’s kind of a long distance thing.”

“A real actor or one of those waiters who says he’s an actor but never actually does anything,” she asked, her head tilted to one side. I remembered her talking once about a guy she dated right after college who claimed to be an actor but really waited tables at an Applebee’s in Burbank and tried to slip headshots to studio execs.

“A real actor,” I said proudly. “He hasn’t waited tables in years.” I laughed as I opened up my photo gallery and pulled up the most recent picture. Dieter was leaning toward me across the table at a little bistro we’d had lunch at on Saturday. His hair was messy, as usual when he didn’t have a stylist to tame it, and he was wearing an old t-shirt that had a small hole near the collar. But he was giving me one of those smoldering looks that could so easily turn into a goofy face or lead to a passionate kiss, depending on his mood.

“Whew!” Simone said, fanning herself. “I can see why you want to hide him. Post too many pics like that and everyone will be crawling out the woodwork to try to steal him.”

“What you looking at?” It was Tyler, another of my favorite teachers. He also taught English and I’d gone to happy hour a few times with him and his wife, who was a graphic artist who dreamed of writing a graphic novel someday. She was also a big sci fi nerd, just like Tyler. He was more into Star Wars, while Sofia was more into Star Trek, but they loved both.

Tyler peeked over my shoulder at the phone. “Oh, hey, good taste,” he said. “Sof is crazy about him, too.”

Simone frowned. “How does Sof know Emily’s boyfriend?”

Tyler laughed. “That’s the guy from Cliff Beasts 6,” he said. “Dieter Bravo, right?”

Simone’s eyes got huge and she smacked my arm. “Get out! You couldn’t lead with that?”

Now Tyler’s eyes got wide. “Are you shitting me? You know him?”

I felt my face go hot. “Um, yeah,” I stumbled. “We’ve been dating for about two months.”

Tyler got a goofy grin on his face. “This is the mysterious boyfriend you mentioned on Facebook? Oh, Sof is going to freak out. Wait until I tell her you’re fucking Dieter Bravo.” He froze. “You are fucking him, right? I mean … two months …”

Now I was mortified but also secretly pleased. “Yes, Tyler, not that it’s any of your business, but yes, I am sleeping with my boyfriend,” I said after I’d regained a bit of composure..

“Well, you are now officially the coolest person I’ve ever met,” Tyler said. “And you’ve gotten me a couple of degrees closer to George Lucas.” He winked. He’d once told an entire bar that he was only four degrees removed from the creator of Star Wars because he was cousins with someone who worked with a guy who did electrical work on the set for Empire Strikes Back and had taken his orders from a guy who got his orders from an assistant director who reported directly to Lucas. “I mean, you’re sleeping with a guy who did a movie with Darren Eigan, who interned with George.”

Simone rolled her eyes. “You are so weird,” she said. Simone was more into historical fiction, mysteries, and thrillers than sci fi and fantasy, but I knew she had a soft spot in her heart for the Lord of the Rings films and had admitted to watching Game of Thrones, although she hadn’t read the books. “But seriously, Emily, I’m happy for you.” She glanced at her watch. “Oops, department meeting in five minutes. I’d better hit the bathroom. Talk to you later!”

She and Tyler hurried away toward their building and I headed for the library building. Time to face Eileen’s interrogation.

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By the time I got home, I was mentally exhausted. I’d managed to dodge most of Eileen’s questions, giving her only the basics: I was dating a guy who lived in L.A., we’d met over the summer, he worked in the entertainment industry. She’d find out the rest of the details eventually, but I decided to make her work for them.

I spent the day reconfiguring the textbook checkout schedule as teachers changed their minds about which books they needed and which days they wanted to bring their students for checkout. The spreadsheet was morphing into monstrous proportions by the end of the day, but our textbook clerk wasn’t as proficient in Excel as I was (which wasn’t saying much) so the task always ended up in my lap.

I got home, kicked off my shoes, put my hair in a messy ponytail and poured myself a glass of wine. Normally, I waited until Fridays to indulge, but the first day back was always an exception. As I flipped through my mail (all junk, of course) my phone buzzed on the coffee table.

“Hey,” I said as I swiped to answer.

“Hey,” Dieter said. “I take it you survived.” He chuckled. I’d texted him at one point lamenting the brain cells I was losing trying to juggle the schedule.

“Barely,” I said. “Thank goodness for wine.”

I settled back against the couch cushions and told him about my day. It was weird, after being off work all summer, to not only be back in my normal routine, but sharing it with Dieter. So far our relationship had been very relaxed and I was still afraid that it would end up just being a summer fling, once the responsibilities of work and life started to assert themselves.

“I wish I was there to give you a back rub,” he said when I’d finished venting. “Or foot rub, or whatever’s hurting you rub.” He sighed. “I have an interview at two on Friday but I’m heading out as soon as it’s over.” We’d agreed to alternate weekends; this would be the first time he was coming to my place, and I felt a frisson of fear and excitement. I’d been at his house so much over the summer, mostly because there was nothing interesting to do in my neck of the woods, but partly because I was hesitant to bring him to my modest condo.

“Are you sure you don’t mind driving out here on a Friday night?” I asked. “The traffic will be horrible. You could wait and come out Saturday morning.”

“No!,” he said immediately. “I want every minute I can get with you.”

I smiled and sat my wineglass down. I curled up with the phone. “That’s sweet,” I said.

“It’s the truth,” he said softly, his voice dropping to a sexy growl. If we’d been in the same room, this was about the time he’d slide an arm around me and lean in for the first of many, many kisses. “I can’t believe how much I miss you, and I saw you yesterday.” Then he proceeded to tell me exactly how much he missed me, and what he planned to do when he saw me on Friday. Needless to say, I didn’t get around to fixing myself some dinner until much, much later than I’d planned.

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Friday finally arrived. I was completely exhausted by the time I got home. I knew it would be another couple of hours before Dieter arrived, and I told myself I was just going to sit down for a few minutes to rest before I cleaned up the place. The first week back was always hectic and I hadn’t done any household chores all week, except for a quick sweep of the kitchen floor after I spilled a box of rice on Wednesday night.

I slipped my shoes off, sat down on the couch and put my feet up on the coffee table. “Just five minutes,” I told myself as I closed my eyes.

The next thing I knew, there was a knock at the door and I bolted upright, drool dripping from the corner of my mouth. “Shit, shit, shit,” I mumbled as I lurched to my feet. I hoped my face didn’t have creases on it from being smashed into the couch cushion but I didn’t have time to worry about it as I fumbled with the deadbolt and pulled the door open.

Dieter stood on the doorstep, overnight bag slung over his shoulder and a bottle of something in his hand. He broke into a huge grin and threw his arms around me. “You weren’t kidding about the traffic,” he said into my hair. “Fuck, that was a mess.” He pulled back enough to kiss me on the lips, then hugged me tight again.

“Come in, come in,” I said, when he’d loosened his grip a bit. “Sorry the place is a mess, I fell asleep when I got home.”

He made an “are you kidding?” face and dropped his bag next to the couch. “It looks great,” he said kindly. “And I’m sure you were tired after such a busy week.” He sat the bottle on the coffee table and I could see the label. It was a top shelf brand of tequila. He shrugged as he saw me looking at it. “A friend gave it to me and I thought we could toast your first week back at work. Or get drunk enough that you forget all about it, depending on how bad it was.”

He plopped onto the couch and pulled me down beside him. “This was the longest week ever,” he said as he slid his arms around me and started nuzzling my neck.

“Tell me about it,” I said, playing with his hair. “But at least this year I had you to look forward to at the end of it.” He hummed in agreement and we stopped talking for quite a while.

Eventually, though, my stomach growled. Our lunch break during textbook checkouts was ridiculously early so we could deal with the hordes of students who stopped by on their lunch break to pick up books they’d forgotten to get earlier in the week.

“Okay,” Dieter said. “The stomach has spoken. What shall we have for dinner? Any good restaurants around here that deliver?”

Now I was really embarrassed. “Not really,” I admitted. “Mostly fast food and a few chain restaurants out by the mall. Um, there’s a nice deli near the grocery store I go to, but I think they might be closed already.” I glanced at the clock on my wall and sure enough, it was well after six o’clock.

“I did see an In-n-Out from the freeway a few exits back,” Dieter said hesitantly. I had already teased him at least once about his seeming addiction to Double Doubles and animal style fries.

“There’s one about five minutes from here, actually,” I said. “That’s one decent thing around here. Come on.” I stood up, adjusted my disheveled blouse and held out my hand. I grabbed my purse, dug out my keys and led Dieter outside to my car.

Ten minutes later, we were in line at the drive through at my local In-n-Out. As usual, it was packed, with both order lanes practically out of the parking lot and threatening to spill onto the street. Still, it had a much bigger lot than the one near Dieter’s house and no cars were actually blocking traffic.

I pulled into the lane that went on the left hand side of the building, since I had a passenger. It was usually a bit shorter than the other one, since anyone driving alone had to use the other lane. Still, there were several cars ahead of us as the order taker bounced back and forth between both lanes, tapping away at his tablet.

“Let me guess,” I said. “Double Double and animal style fries, right?”

Dieter arched an eyebrow at me. “Actually, no,” he said primly. “You don’t know me as well as you think you do.”

When the order taker got to us, he came up on Dieter’s side. “Double Double animal style,” Dieter said. “Cheeseburger, grilled onions. Two orders of fries.” He turned to me smugly. “What do you want to drink, babe?”

“Iced tea,” I said.

He shook his head. “Regular iced tea and a chocolate shake,” he said, completing our order. After the order taker read it back, I put the window back up and poked Dieter in the side.

“I knew it,” I said.

“What?,” he said innocently. “You said a Double Double and animal style fries. I ordered regular fries and an animal style burger. That’s totally different.”

Now it was my turn to shake my head. “Still.”

He shrugged. “They have like two things on the menu, there’s not much room for variation.”

He insisted on paying at the window, much to the delight of the girl working the register, who clearly recognized him and giggled a little when he handed her a twenty. She very carefully placed his change in his hand, letting her fingers linger just a bit too long.

“Stop flirting,” I stage-whispered at him while we were waiting for the food to come up.

“I’m not flirting,” he said. “I’m just being polite. She’s the one who's flirting.”

I shook my head. “You just want extra ketchup packets,” I said. “You’re such an In-n-Out whore.”

“I admit it,” he said proudly. Just then, the window opened back up and the girl handed out our drinks, followed by an iconic white bag.

“Have a great evening!,” she said.

“Thank you, you too!” Dieter said. I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he’d winked at her because she giggled again.

I smacked his arm as I pulled away. “Behave yourself,” I said, “or you’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

He was busy peering into the bag. “Ha, it was worth it. She gave us ten ketchups.” He pulled out a few fries and shoved them in his mouth. He turned to me with them hanging from his lips. “Wan’ som’?,” he mumbled.

“Of course,” I said. I opened my mouth and he carefully placed a couple of fries between my lips. “Oh, yeah, that’s the ticket,” I moaned as the crispy potatoes hit my tongue. I was a bit of an In-n-Out whore myself.

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We ate at my dining table, leaving behind a mess of burger wrappers, crumpled napkins and empty ketchup packets. I scooped it all up into the bag and shoved it into my trash can, which was already full and needed to be taken out to the garbage bin, but I was too tired to do it that night. I just pushed it down enough for the lid to close and walked away. I’d deal with it in the morning.

We retired to the couch, where Dieter started scrolling through the cable guide. “Um, is this all the channels you get?,” he asked. When I nodded, he gave me a scandalized look. “No HBO? No Netflix?”

“No, just basic cable,” I said, taking the remote away from him. “I don’t watch a whole lot of TV during the week and if I want movies, I have some DVDs.” I waved the remote vaguely at the cabinet next to the TV stand. Dieter got up and opened the door, staring into it like it was a fridge and he was looking for a snack. Finally, he turned back to me.

“Your selection of films leaves much to be desired,” he said solemnly.

I’d figured as much. He had an extensive DVD collection as well as several streaming subscriptions. My meager collection of favorite rom-coms and musicals, with a sprinkling of sci fi and fantasy (I had the original Star Wars trilogy and the Lord of the Rings extended editions) was severely lacking in comparison.

“Sorry,” I said. “Next time you come over, bring some DVDs.” He sat back down next to me and took the remote back. He scrolled through the channel guide again, finally settling on an obscure film noir on one of the classic movie channels. I snuggled up against his side, only half paying attention to the film. I was still tired, despite my nap, and had a full stomach. My eyes slowly drifted shut.

I woke up to the sound of Dieter’s soft laughter. “You were snoring,” he said quietly when I looked up at him. “Maybe we should go to bed.”

“I’m sorry,” I said, yawning. “I’m not much fun right now, am I?”

“It’s okay,” he said. “We’ve got the whole weekend.” He hugged me close and kissed the top of my head.

“You can stay up and watch TV if you want,” I said. It was barely eight thirty and I knew he was used to going to bed much later than that.

“Nah,” he said, clicking the television off. “Not much on anyway.” He smirked and I swatted at him.

“Jerk,” I said. “Making fun of my cable selection. Not all of us have Hollywood money to finance our movie obsession.” I tempered my words with a kiss pressed against the grey spot in his patchy beard.

I got up and headed for the bedroom before he could respond. I grabbed my nightshirt from the dresser and went into the bathroom to change. When I came out, Dieter was already in the bedroom, getting undressed. Unlike me, he had no qualms about removing his clothes in front of me. I busied myself turning down the bed, which I’d made up with fresh sheets that morning, even though it had made me ten minutes late for work. Dieter had a lovely, comfortable king size bed, while mine was a serviceable full size, big enough for two people, but just barely.

“Ahh,” he said as he slid under the covers clad only in a clean pair of boxers. “Nothing better than fresh sheets, am I right?”

I slipped in beside him and turned off the bedside lamp. “Especially when you’ve just shaved your legs,” I said.

“Well, I’ll take your word for that,” he said with a laugh. He pulled me close and slid one foot up and down my calf. “But it does feel nice to me.” His hand began to trace patterns on my thigh, creeping slowly up toward my panties. His other hand cupped the back of my head and he began to kiss me gently but urgently.

After a few minutes, he stopped. “You’re not really into it this evening are you?,” he asked. It was true; I was not very enthusiastic in my responses but I was willing to keep going for his sake.

“No, it’s okay,” I said. I ran my hand through his hair and pulled his face close, kissing him deeply.

“No, it’s not,” he said when I pulled back. “You’re tired. We can just go to sleep.”

“I told you to just wait and come in the morning,” I said, feeling miserable. “You drove all that way in horrible traffic for nothing.”

“Not for nothing,” he said. “We’ve had several hours together already. And I got In-n-Out. I think that’s worth the drive.” He kissed my forehead. “We’ve got the whole weekend to fool around. Don’t feel bad. I’d never want you to just go through the motions because you feel like you owe me.” He rubbed his hand up and down my back. “Just relax and get some rest, okay?”

I nodded against his chest, my head tucked under his chin. “Okay,” I said. “But I’ll make it up to you tomorrow night.”

“You’d better,” he teased, his hand sliding down to gently cup my ass. It was still there when I fell asleep a few minutes later. Maybe sharing a full sized bed instead of a king wasn’t so bad after all.

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I woke up slightly disoriented. For one thing, it was nearly nine thirty, and the sunlight was streaming through a gap in the curtains, hitting me right in the eye. For another, there was something heavy squashing me into the mattress.

I squirmed out from underneath Dieter, who was face down, sprawled across three quarters of the bed, and snoring softly. “Whatsit,” he muttered as I slipped out from under the sheets.

”Morning,” I replied. “Gotta pee.”

“What time’s it?,” he sighed.

“Nine twenty six.”

”Shit. Gotta get up then.” Dieter had an unspoken rule. Despite his love of sleeping in, he had to be up by nine forty five or the day was shot. Even if he’d been out until three the night before, if he wasn’t up and dressed (approximately) before ten am he felt like a failure.

”You’ve got a few minutes,” I said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “I’ll run to Starbucks and get you some coffee as soon as I get dressed. Breakfast, too.”

I didn’t drink much coffee and so didn’t own a coffee maker. Fortunately, like most places in the free world, there was a Starbucks roughly every three blocks even out here in the IE, and I knew of at least five within a ten minute drive of my house. One was even close enough to walk to, except Dieter was in no position to walk any further than the bathroom without a caffeine infusion.

Dieter mumbled something that could have been “thank you” or possibly “fuck you” — it was hard to tell with his morning incoherence. Whether he was thanking me for braving the world or cursing me for not owning an espresso machine was a toss of the coin. Either way, he’d forget all about it by the time I got back.

I threw on some shorts and a tank top. August was brutal and with the sun already up, I knew it would be at least 80 degrees outside, if not hotter. “You want hot or iced?” I asked, poking my head into the bedroom before I left.

Dieter made a vague waving motion with his hand. “I need more than that,” I said.

“Hot,” Dieter said through the pillow. “No, wait.” He rolled halfway over. “ S’August, right? Cold.”

By the time I’d driven to Starbucks, ordered his four shots of espresso over ice, my iced tea and two breakfast sandwiches, and returned home, Dieter had managed to put on a t-shirt and stagger out to the couch. His hair stood up in all directions and his eyes were barely open, but at least he was sitting up.

”Give,” he said, reaching out for the coffee. He’d downed a third of it by the time I handed him his sandwich. “Thank you,” he said. “The elixir of life.”

It was strange to be sitting on my couch, in my living room, with Dieter beside me. Saturday mornings were normally my alone time. After a long week at work, they were my quiet bubble of peace, before I started running errands and doing chores I hadn’t had time for during the week. My routine was completely shattered and I didn’t know what to do.

”Um,” I said, after I’d eaten about half my sandwich. “So, what do you want to do today? I usually do my shopping and stuff on Saturdays, but I can put it off until after you leave tomorrow. I don’t want to bore you.”

Dieter took a long sip of coffee. “Whatever,” he said, which wasn’t helpful at all. “It’s gonna be hot, so maybe we could stay in? Watch a movie? Fool around?” He raised an eyebrow suggestively, which would have been hot if his hair hadn’t been doing the Alfalfa thing.

”Netflix and chill, except without the Netflix,” I mused. “Sounds good to me.” I ran my hand over his head. “But you need to at least brush your hair first. Kind of hard to get turned on when you look like a giant toddler.”

”This giant toddler is going to rock your world,” he growled. When I didn’t respond, his face fell. “Too weird?”

”Extremely weird,” I replied. “Even for you, Deet. Please cross ‘giant toddler’ off the list of fantasies you have in your head.”

”Done,” he said.

“And brush your teeth before you kiss me, Coffee Breath.”

He groaned and collapsed against the cushions. “Too many rules! Comb your hair, brush your teeth … I thought you were fun.”

“I am fun. I’m also a grown-ass person and I have minimum standards of hygiene.”

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Sex with Dieter was … interesting. He was vastly more experienced than I was — I suspect he’d been with more men than I had — but he was the king of consent. He asked permission before doing anything, even if we’d done it before. And he was surprisingly polite. “Oops, sorry,” was more frequently said in his bed than any other phrase.

“I’m not a porcelain vase,” I told him when he apologized for gripping me a little too tight. “I won’t break.”

”But I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose. “I never ever want to hurt you.”

”Believe me, if you hurt me, you’ll know,” I assured him. “I won’t hesitate to scream.”

He arched his brow. “The only thing I want you screaming is my name.” He burrowed his face into my throat and peppered me with kisses.

Then the smoke detector peeped.

”What the fuck?” Dieter’s head popped up.

I sighed. “Smoke alarm. It wants its battery changed.” I had a running feud with the unit. I invariably decided its battery was too old in the middle of the night, and because it was located about a foot away from the bed, that meant I had to drag out my step stool in order to access it. The step stool that lived in the closet next to the kitchen.

I slid out of bed, grabbing my robe off the floor. “I’ll be right back,” I said. “There’s a new battery in the drawer of the nightstand. I’m going to get the step stool.”

”I might be able to reach it …” Dieter was saying as I left the bedroom. He was tall but he wasn’t tall enough to reach the alarm without assistance, so I continued toward the kitchen, rooted around in the closet and pulled out the step stool.

I returned to the bedroom just in time to see a naked Dieter teetering on the edge of the bed, his fingertips almost reaching the smoke alarm. “Be careful!” I cried.

”I’m fine,” he said. “Just need to get a little bit closer …” His foot inched toward the edge of the mattress and it all happened in slow motion. The mattress gave way, he lost his balance and fell, hitting the nightstand on the way down. The lamp fell with him and its glass base shattered. Then Dieter landed on top of it.

”Shit!,” he yelled, as time returned to normal speed. “My ass!” A shard of glass was embedded in the muscle of his right butt cheek.

“Don’t panic,” I said, my heart racing. I wasn’t entirely sure if I was talking to him or myself. “It doesn’t look too bad …”

Dieter pulled the glass out of his flesh and it started to bleed. A lot. “It hurts, Em. Oh, shit, it hurts.”

I grabbed the first thing I could find — his dirty t shirt — and pressed it firmly against his butt to stop the bleeding. “I think … I think we need to go to the emergency room,” I said. “It might need stitches.”

”No way,” he said through gritted teeth. “I am not going to the ER. Last thing I need is word getting out that Dieter Bravo went to the hospital because he had something stuck in his ass.”

”You’re bleeding, Deet,” I said. “And that gash is pretty deep.” I peeked under the wadded up t shirt. “I don’t think it’ll close up without stitches.”

”Shit, shit, shit,” he said. “Okay, but I’m using a fake name.”

”Your insurance card has your real name on it,” I reminded him, as I helped him off the floor. He grimaced in pain as he sat gingerly on the bed. “Let’s get some clothes on you and I’ll take you to the hospital.”

The ER was packed because it was a Saturday night. I tried to explain to the nurse at the desk that Dieter was bleeding, in pain, and didn’t want to be recognized, but he simply shrugged and said, “We have to triage everyone based on the severity of their injury. We’ll get to him as fast as we can.”

Dieter was whisked into a back room for vitals and then sent back out to the waiting room with me. “My butt hurts,” he whispered in my ear as he sat carefully in the chair next to me.

“Duh,” I replied. “Try not to think about it.” I looked around the room. There were several people with bloody rags and bandages pressed to various bits of their anatomy, but Dieter seemed to be the only one with an injury to his bottom, except possibly the guy who kept running urgently to the restroom.

”It’s throbbing,” he said, pulling his ball cap further down onto his forehead. He was also wearing sunglasses, which only made him stand out further considering it was after midnight.

”I can’t kiss it and make it better,” I told him. “I wish I could.”

He snorted. “You just admitted you want to kiss my ass,” he said. At least his sense of humor was still intact.

“Who doesn’t?” I teased back. “You’re Dieter fucking Bravo.”

Fortunately, no one recognized him (or at least, no one acted on it if they did) and we only had to wait about forty minutes before a nurse called him into the back.

”Can she come with?,” he asked.

”Of course,” the nurse said. “Right this way.”

We were led to a curtained off bed tucked in a corner of a busy room. People were moaning and cursing and crying, some tucked behind curtains, others slumped in wheelchairs. Dieter winced. “I hate hospitals,” he whispered.

”So do I.” I’d spent far too much time in them when my parents were ill, and the memories were always lurking just beneath the surface. I focused on Dieter and willed my stomach to unclench.

A doctor breezed in and quickly examined Dieter. “Ooh, nasty laceration there,” he said. “But we’ll get it cleaned up and stitched in no time. It should heal up easily. You might have a scar but who’s going to see it?”

”She will,” Dieter said, nodding toward me. “And maybe the whole world if I have to do a nude scene.”

The doctor tilted his head and frowned, then it hit him. “Oh, you’re that Mr. Bravo. Wow. Wouldn’t have expected to see you around here.”

”Girlfriend,” Dieter said, wincing as the doctor dabbed at the wound with antiseptic. “Lives. Near. Here.”

“And it says you fell on a broken lamp?”

Dieter groaned, and I was pretty sure it wasn’t because of his injury. This doctor was going to have a great story to share with his friends and colleagues — and possibly the gossip websites.

”Look, I was trying to change the battery in a smoke alarm. I fell off the bed, broke the lamp, landed on it. Please, don’t spread it around. I feel like an idiot.” Dieter gave the doctor his best puppy dog eyes.

”I’ve seen weirder stuff,” the doctor said, preparing a hypodermic needle of local anesthetic. He jabbed it into Dieter’s butt. “I could tell you stories … but that would be unethical. And I won’t tell yours, either.” He patted Dieter’s rump. “Give that a moment to kick in and I’ll start stitching.”

I held Dieter’s hand as he laid on the bed, grunting now and then as the sutures tugged at his skin. “This is humiliating,” he muttered.

“It’s character building,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’ll be a better man after this.”

He squinted at me. “How could I possibly be better than I am right now?”

”Maybe the doctor can trim your ego while he’s at it,” I shot back.

”I hate you,” Dieter said.

“No, you don’t,” I said. “You’re just in pain. A pain in the butt.”

”Literally,” he said, wincing as the doctor tied off the last stitch.

”There you go,” the doctor said. “The local will wear off in a bit, but we’ll get you some pain killers so you’ll be more comfortable.”

Dieter bit at his lower lip and shot me a look.

“Um, maybe we can just do something over the counter?” I asked.

“I’ve been in rehab,” Dieter blurted out. “I don’t want narcotics if I don’t have to.”

The doctor nodded. “Fair enough. I’ll give you a shot of toradol and you can use Motrin or Tylenol once that wears off. And stop by the pharmacy to get one of those donut pillows. Then you can sit without putting direct pressure on the wound. You’ll be fine in a few days, a week at most. Check in with your primary care physician as soon as you can, and make an appointment to get the stitches removed in about ten days.”

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By the time we got home from the hospital, it was close to 2 am. I helped Dieter out of the car and back to the bedroom. “Sorry about all this,” he said as he got undressed.

”It’s okay,” I said. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

He ran his hand through his hair. “Yeah, but this hasn’t turned out to be the romantic weekend we thought it would be.”

“It’s okay,” I repeated, not sure what else to say. The weekend had turned into a bit of a shit show, but it wasn’t his fault. It was just bad luck. I got him into bed and then fetched a dustpan and broom to sweep up the shards of broken lamp that still littered the floor. Thank goodness I didn’t have carpeting, or it would have taken me much longer to clean up.

Dieter was dozing off by the time I changed back into my night shirt and crawled in beside him. “Thanks for taking care of me,” he said sleepily.

”Of course,” I said, snuggling against him. He was lying on his left side, facing me. His breath was warm on my face. “What did you expect me to do, dump you off at the ER?” I was teasing, but he was serious.

”No, I mean it,” he said. “Thanks for not complaining about having to drive me there, being up late, cleaning up the mess … I really appreciate it.” He kissed my nose and then pressed his forehead against mine. “It’s nice.”

I knew a little bit about his past. I figured this had something to do with his mother. He’d alluded to her being a bit aloof. She wasn’t a very nurturing mother, from what I’d gathered. I could imagine her complaining about having to drive her son to the hospital.

”You’re welcome,” I said. “Now get some rest. Your body needs to heal.”

”I broke my butt,” he said, laughing gently. “My butt needs to heal.”

”Poor broke-butt man,” I said. “Go to sleep.”

”Yes, ma’am,” he mumbled, nuzzling against my neck.

As he fell asleep, the thought came into my head like a bolt of lightning. I love him. I ran my fingers through his hair, relishing the feel of his silky locks against my skin. I love this man. I wondered if he loved me, too.

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gemini (k.y)

requested by anonymous: “also ma’am I am begging you to write something with Yeosang losing his vCard with reader. I’m going feral over the thought of corrupting Yeosang !!!”

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wordcount― 9k

pairing― kang yeosang x fem reader

description― the two faces of one man, only one of them is a façade. yeosang rambles elaborate stories of his sex adventures with his group of friends, mostly so the stories get back around to you. the issue is that you believe them, and now he has to act like he’s actually done them.

content― reader and yeosang are in their twenties, virgin yeosang, losing of virginity, protected sex, comfort/fluff smut, friends to lovers, embarrassment, mocking, sexual list making lmao

note― hello my fellow gemini sluts, it is time to SIN. If you’re wondering if i proof read this, i did not and i will never.

Yeosang feels like an idiot, because he is an idiot. Weeks worth of rumors spread by his own mouth because of some dumb crush, and it’s coming straight back to bite him directly in the ass. Here’s the issue. He’s a virgin, but no one knows he is. In fact, they believe he is some sort of sex god sent straight from hell if his rumors are anything to go by.

Why did he spread the rumors? It’s not like he doesn’t want to have sex, it’s just kind of like, he never really got the chance. He’s made out, he’s had a hand job through his pants, but never has he touched a woman past the padding of her bra that hid the erect nub from him. He was always too nervous to go further, too nervous someone would walk in, or maybe he was just embarrassed and shy about showing his body to someone he liked for the first time. It was a bigger hump to jump over for him compared to his friends, apparently. When they always shared their sex stories, the mad crazy adventures and positions they’d been in with women and men alike—Yeosang started to just jump in with his own made-up stories.

He was a great liar, honestly. He got even better at it when he met you. You slowly entered into the friend group, and he would be sure to share as many made up fantasies as he could, though they had never taken place. Flirting had been replaced with lies in order to awe you, in case you somehow felt interest in a man who had sex 4 times in the span of two days with 4 different women. Again, he’s a “great” liar when he doesn’t have to prove it. But it appears you’ve taken an interest, raising a brow at him from time to time. San had told him that you were interested in him. Specifically in a story he told his friends about when he had the girl ‘crying his name’. You were there when he told that story, glancing to him and making brief eye contact before he stuttered his words. Sure, you liked Yeosang before all of the stories. He’s the whole reason you tried to push yourself into this friend group, you wanted to get to know him more, talk to him more, see him more. The sex thing kind of threw you off guard, not really thinking of him as the type to focus so much on it. When he started looked at you when he told his stories though, you thought, maybe? Maybe he’s interested in you? That’s why you talked to San, using one of the stories as a guise simply so you can have an excuse to hint about your crush.

Being in his early twenties, Yeosang embarrassed that he lied about having sex at all. Could he ever manage to have a woman crying his name? Could he really sleep with that many people in such a short span of time? His lies became more drastic before you showed interest, and that was when he realized that maybe he isn’t such a good liar. Some of the stories were probably believable, but the fact that he literally lives with two of the friends in the group, at minimum San and Mingi know he’s lying straight through his teeth.

“So, what are you planning to do now?” San says with a joking tone, smiling over at Yeosang knowing the man’s gut just hit the floor.

“What do you mean? She’s finally interested. I guess I’ll just ask if she wants to hang out?”

“No—” San laughs. “I mean what are you going to do about the fact that, y’know—”

Yeosang pauses and throws his face in his hands.

“Was I that obvious?” He groans, peeking at his friend through his fingers.

“Obvious that you’ve never been laid? Yeah.”

He shoots a glare over to his sharp-jawed friend who has clearly been laid more times than he could even imagine and then pulls out his phone.

“Idea.” Yeosang says shortly before a long pause. “Remember when I starred in that play in middle school?”

“Do not.” San scolds, shaking his head in a defeated way that causes Yeosang to smile in an evil sort of way. “Do not put on an act like you’ve done this before. She’s going to find out real fucking fast that you have no idea how to navigate a pussy.”

Yeosang huffs in offense. He’s confident he can play the part, surely he can if you believed at least one of his lies.

“I’m gonna.”

“Yeos—do not, I repeat, do not do that.” San stands to his feet in a fatherly stance, staring down at Yeosang as he sits comfortably at the table.

“I’m gonna do it and I’m gonna be great at it.”

A smack is heard, and while Yeosang winces, thinking maybe he’s just gotten the shit slapped out of him and the pain hasn’t hit yet, he realizes it’s just San smacking himself in the forehead. Probably from exhaustion and the fact that he has to mentally prepare to feel an immense amount of secondhand embarrassment from how this plan is sure to fail.

Yeosang cannot possibly play the part. You’d responded quickly to his invite to hang out and he realizes he didn’t give himself enough time to do research outside of the thousands of porn video’s he’s gotten off to. Time and time again he’s read that porn isn’t a representation of sex, but it’s all he knows. You’re coming to his place in less than an hour and San is just sitting at the kitchen table refusing to leave so he can be there for the disaster that’s going to happen.

Or maybe he’s just there because his best friend is losing his v-card and he wants to have drinks after? Who knows.

Mingi, of course, is in his room, paying no mind to the chaos outside of it. He prefers to vibe, he prefers to not meddle, and most of all, he would much rather be catching up on episode 953 of his favorite anime. Does he know Yeosang is a virgin? Nope. San tried to tell him the situation, and all he did was shrug and say ‘kk, im gonna go do something else now.’ Yeosang was more thankful than Mingi could ever imagine at his lack of care.

He’s got more important matters to tend to know though. Should he change into some sort of nice underwear like women usually do? Should he wear any at all? Fuck, condoms. He should have a hefty amount of those if his rumors are anything to go by, and unfortunately, he’s a fucking liar so…

“San!” Yeosang shouts in panic, running out of his room with his shirt hanging over his shoulder, because he was in the middle of taking it off in haste when he remembered that condoms are a must.

“What?!” San shouts back, running to the hallway with wide eyes, almost like he’s panicking with him.

“Do you have condoms?! I need condoms!”

“Bottom drawer.” San says with a relieved sigh, sauntering back around the corner and out of sight.

Yeosang moves quickly to San’s room, going straight to the bottom drawer that he’s never seen inside of and he instantly pulls back in terror. Sex toys. Tons, upon tons of sex toys.

He’s afraid to touch them, wondering if San is as clean with his toys as he is with his room. Instead of calling out for him to come into his room and grab the condoms for him, Yeosang opts to use the expensive pair of sunglasses San had recently bought and placed on the nightstand to shove the dildos and vibrators to the side.

Upon finding the box, lodged into the back of the drawer, Yeosang is faced with a new dilemma. The arsenal of condoms ranging from ribbed, to special lubed ones, to glow in the dark, to banana flavored. ‘Does she even like bananas?’ He questions to himself, scooping up a handful and running out of San’s room without even closing the drawer.

By the time he’s back in his room, he throws the condoms on his desk and gets back to dressing himself. Even though sex usually involves not being dressed, there’s gotta be a whole show of taking his clothes off right?

He’s so in his head in this moment that he nearly forgets he’s going to be having sex for the first time at all. His hands are sweating, his heart is beating a mile a minute, and then his phone pings.

You: Hey, I’m outside. Should I just come in?

Yeosang: Hold on, ill unlock the door :D

You smile at his stupid emoji, one that shows excitement towards you being around him at all. He was always smiling around you, with his soft cheeks and messy hair. You’d be lying if you said you expected this from him. A random text out of nowhere, asking if you wanted to come over? And when you’d asked who all would be there, he responded quickly with just a ‘no, I mean like—just us?”

Knowing what he meant, because you did tell San to talk to him for you, you’re a little nervous about possibly having sex with the Yeosang. The one who picked every girl but you apparently.

Yeosang forgets his list the moment you walk through his bedroom door. Passing by San was a little awkward for him, because he knows. The list was made by himself and San had revised it for him shortly before he texted you to invite you over.

1. talk

2. find window for kiss

3. makeout

4. touch boobs

5. take off clothes

6. blowjob???

7. penetration

His to-do list of sex is likely very different from yours. Thankfully, you didn’t see it. He briefly remembers San trying to add that he should definitely go down on you, but the very idea of trying to find where to go is terrifying to him. Does he just lick it? Suck it? Chew it? He’s seen it time and time again in porn, but the idea of putting himself between someone else’s legs makes his thoughts go empty, and he forgets it all.

He forgets everything the moment you’re in his room as a matter of fact, stuttering over his words and forgetting the entire list and the rules San laid out for him. He stands there awkwardly as his hands begin to sweat. You look so pretty and he wonders what you’re thinking about him in this moment. Do you even realize why he asked you over? What if you really thought it was just a hang out? What if you don’t want him like that?

Yeosang feels slightly relieved that he may not go through this after all. Maybe he can use this time to get to know you? To be honest with you about who he is, the things he likes, his favorite movies, music, foods—

“Um—” You go to say, still standing awkwardly at his door as he just stands and looks at you. You’re a little nervous being here with him alone, because it’s the first time you’ve had a one on one hangout with anyone in the group outside of San. The fact that you were drawn to Yeosang because he was quiet and polite until he had a few drinks hits a little harder when you’re alone. The silence making you feel invisible. “So—” You don’t entirely know what to say in this moment as you bring your eyes up to look at him.

“So—” He says at the same time, eyes dropping the moment you make eye contact and he turns quickly on his feet to fluff a pillow on his bed. “Movie?” He questions, turning his head to look at you as he fluffs it.

You look around the room as you nod, noting the condoms scattered across his desk. He must not be very secretive about what he does. You’d thought maybe those stories were just for the friend group but it looks like anyone who walks into this room will know what he’s been up to.

He notices you staring at them and internally curses himself for not shoving them in a drawer like a normal human being would. “Oh” he calls out, rushing over to the desk to scoop them up. “They’re there for you to pick from—” He pauses and pinches the bridge of his nose, stress overcoming him. “I mean, not for you.” Then he back-peddles again, worrying now that you think he really does have a train of women rushing through his door. He wants to smack himself when he sees your face twist to confusion. “Like, I mean, yeah, they’re for you but not if you don’t want to.”

He’s rambling and you’re still standing in place. You watch as he shoves the condoms into his pocket and shake his head, his words coming out clear this time.

“Y/n, really. I didn’t just bring you here for that, but the condoms are just here for precautions.”

He realizes he looks and sounds like an absolute whore. Which is fine, more power to whoever does this kind of thing. This issue is that, he’s never even been in a position to be a whore. The only thing he knows how to do is get himself off, and the idea of someone else doing it, completely naked, with their body has him kind of fucked up. The plan is failing, much like San said it would. He really imagined himself wooing you with a movie, and kissing you during the well-planned kiss scene. And then the rest would be history right? You wouldn’t be able to notice him stumbling if you’re focused on kissing him right?

“Yeosang—” You say, walking towards him and grabbing his hand, which was still stuffed into his pocket with the condoms. “This is the first time we’ve hung out alone, maybe we shouldn’t just, yknow…” You shoot him down, though of course you’re interested in him. “Maybe we should talk about it first?”

He knows he’s fucked if he has to talk about it.

“Talk about what?” He questions, pulling his hand away from you and fumbling to his bed.

“The fact that we like eachother? Unless—” You turn to look away from him, because maybe you do have it all wrong and he doesn’t have any type of feelings outside of getting laid again? “Unless, you don’t like me and you just wanna. . .”

“No!” He jumps back up from his bed, walking up to you and this time, grabbing your hands. “I do, I do like you. I’m just really nervous.”

“You thought I’d just sleep with you as soon as I got here?” You question him again, looking up at his confused expression.

“I—thought this is what, maybe, you wanted to do?” He looks a little defeated when he says it. You glance to look at his bed, which you assume was freshly made for you, and then back to him.

“I mean, yeah. But I’m not just one of the other girls? I actually like you Yeosang.”

He feels stupid. Sex at the front of his mind like any other man, forgetting the whole reason this is happening is because he wants to impress you. He isn’t impressing you, he’s embarrassing both of you. If you ever liked him before, surely you don’t like him now.

“I’m sorry.” He says clearly, pulling back from you again and wanting nothing more than to avoid you at this point. But the issue still stands, you’re in his room and he’s got a pocket full of condoms, and a plan that is crashing and burning. He sits back on his bed and avoids eye contact, almost waiting for you to turn and leave.

“Don’t be,” You say with a smile, walking over and hopping onto his bed next to him. “We can watch a movie, or we can sit here and talk.” You offer some sort of avoidance of his embarrassment; you feel for him in this moment. You remember your first time with someone being very similar to this. Wait.

You take a long moment to study his face and body language. His chest rises and falls in a way that you can tell he’s having a hard time calming his nerves. Your eyes trail down his body and you can see a semi-hard lump sitting beneath his pants. You look around the room, squinting at a list on his bedside table. A very vulgar and ignorant list. The condoms, the elaborate stories, the face San made when you’d mentioned the story Yeosang had told that drew you in. It’s clicking.

“Oh my god.” You say, looking at him with a smirk.

“What?!” He questions, turning towards you with wide eyes. In all honesty, he thought you’d seen a bug or something because boy, that would be even more embarrassing.

“You’re a virgin.” You laugh a little when you say it, so he doesn’t feel like he’s being attacked.

“Excuse me?” He defends himself, his body stiffening and you practically watch the semi-hardness in his pants fall. “I’m definitely not a virgin!”

“Yeosang.” You grab his hand and point your head towards the list sitting in plain view on his bed side table.

“Shit, shit.” He says in haste, reaching to snatch the paper and shoving it into the same pocket with the condoms. “That was just a joke, I—”

“Yeosang.” You say his name again, a bit shocked now that you’re truly realizing that this assumed sex god is nothing but a fraud. It kind of makes you feel relieved, the idea of living up to all of these women who created memories worth telling for him was a bit suffocating to think about. Because you did worry about not becoming one of his favorite stories to tell if you ever got the chance to have him like that.

“No! San wrote that as a joke!” He still tries to deflect, nervously standing and pacing his room. “Shit, I ruined this—I’m so sorry, I,”

“Why did you lie? I know San didn’t make that list. He would be way more detailed.” You laugh, picking him apart. “The question marks behind ‘blowjob’ ?” You read the list again in your head. “No foreplay for the girl?”

Yeosang’s eyes go wide again. “S-should there have been more to the list?” He questions you in a broken voice, giving up the act. He knows he’s been caught.

“Definitely.” You smile at him, feeling relief still that he’s definitely a virgin, but also a little heavy that he was about to have sex with you without even telling you what you’d be taking from him. “Let me see the list again.” You reach out for him, pulling him by his pocket and reaching into it yourself to fish out the list.

Yeosang is silent aside from a small gasp that falls from him lips when you’d pulled him towards you like that. He’s a little shocked that you’re not yelling at him.

“After the ‘touch boobs’ part you should have something about like—” You start to feel a little awkward, less confident. “Wait, do you have a pen?”

He stays in place from where you’d pulled him forward, afraid to move an inch from this spot because he’s still processing the feeling of your fingers digging in his pocket so close to where he thought you’d be touching by now if his plan didn’t backfire. He reaches smoothly down to his table next to him and hands you one of the smoothest pens you think you could ever write with.

You scribble and remake the list for him, unsure of why you’re doing it in the first place. Will he use this list for someone else, will he use it for you? In a weird way, this feels like foreplay. It feels like dirty talk or even like late-night sexting with a friend after finally breaking the wall of sexual tension.

“Here. This is better.” You say when you click the pen back to resting position and show him the note.

1. Talk about being a virgin first

2. find window for kiss

3. makeout

4. kiss her neck

5. touch boobs

6. finger her

7. let her touch you

8. blowjob??? If you’re lucky

9. take off her clothes, then take off yours.

10. Stop thinking so hard

Yeosang blushes at the words you’d added to fix his list. He isn’t sure if this is something universal that women want in sex, or if it’s just what you want. Either way, his face feels hot as he grabs the paper and examines it for a moment longer than you’d prefer.

“The first point in the list is the most important.” You say, looking up at him and the way he’s stayed in place the entire time. “You can’t just let anyone take that away from you—” You add, knowing you’re kind of lying because it’s just sex. Virginity means different things to different people, and if Yeosang wants you to have his, surely you’d take it. It’s the fact that you don’t know what it means to him, and you don’t want to take it if he has one of those beliefs that it needs to be special, or some shit.

“Okay.” Yeosang finally sets the paper back down onto the table and places himself next to you again, he lets out a long sigh and then meets your eye. You’re smiling at him. “I thought if you knew, you wouldn’t be interested.”

“I was interested in you before I ever even imagined having sex with you.”

So, you’ve imagined it? You’ve thought about sleeping with him?

“What if I don’t live up to the stories though? What if I’m not any good?” Yeosang mutters a bit, feeling more free than he thought he could in this moment of coming clean.

“No one is ever actually good at it. You learn the person as you do it. . .” You try to explain. “You think I’d be any good? I don’t know how you like to be touched either. It’s a learning process with everyone.”

Yeosang smiles at you, feeling even more free than he did before.

“So, you like me?” He can’t stop smiling through his words, and you smile back to him. You’re feeling less embarrassed for him and more warm if anything.

“I do. Do you like me?”

He nods instantly. “I wouldn’t be looking like an idiot right now if I didn’t.”

Ah, there’s his personality. The real Yeosang that you really, really, wanted to get to know.

“Why did you pick me?” You finally ask, for the first time feeling a little embarrassed for yourself. “Like, why did you want me to be your first?”

“I guess I just like you a lot?” He tries to answer, but in all honesty, he doesn’t know. “You felt kind of safe? Like you wouldn’t just leave since you’re already part of the friend group?”

You tilt your head at him, confused.

“Like maybe, I thought if you liked it enough you’d want to be my girlfriend I guess?’

Your confused face turns to that of an obvious crush. A very intimate view of the man in front of you hitting you to the core. Yeosang, the literal virgin, wanted to ask you to be his girlfriend by pretending he was a sex god. How embarrassing, yet—incredibly endearing.

“Yeosang, you’re an idiot.” You laugh, leaning a little closer to him. “Maybe I am too though.”

“Wait—” He pulls back, wondering why you’ve just insulted both him and yourself. “What are you talking about?”

“I think I would have become your girlfriend the instant you’d have suggested it. With or without sex. And to be fair, I’m willing to wait until you’re ready—” You pause, wondering if you’re taking this the wrong way somehow, though the words are clear from his mouth. “If, I mean, you’re asking me right now to be your girlfriend?”

“Should I be asking?” He questions, still wondering how you’re not upset with him for all of the lies. He really needed to humble himself. “Like, would you even want to be my girlfriend after this disaster of a hang out?”

“I don’t think it’s a disaster. If anything, I think it’s who you actually are. And you happen to be stupidly endearing in the way you thought I choose boyfriends by if they can make me cum good enough?”

His cheeks flush when you say it, and he feels a spiral inside of his body that he can’t quite decide is excitement or anxiety.

“And for the record, I think you should be asking me. Because I think I actually like you more now.”

Yeosang looks at you, his eyes fluttering a bit as he blinks through his long and dramatic sigh.

“Okay, Will you then?” He asks in a casual way and then he clears his throat. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

All you do is nod before instantly leaning forward to kiss him.

Okay, in all fairness, you did come here to fuck. The last thing you expected was to be lounging on Yeosang’s bed and being called his girlfriend. Sure, it’s what you would have wanted, but you’re welling up with so much excitement over it that you almost forget he’s a virgin when he kisses you.

You wonder if he still wants to try it, or if he would prefer to take it slow now that you know he’s been a liar this whole time about his sex life. You wonder if he’s nervous, because surely he is in the way he will pull back every single time the two of you kiss again and it gets slightly more heated.

It’s late into the night now, and you can hear San in his room talking over discord with the friend group as he plays his games. Yeosang is here next to you, putting on the third movie of the night, and his hands are still shaking.

“Yeosang?” You almost squeak out, looking up at him from the position against his shoulder you’d found yourself on. “Do you still want to try?”

You see his face drain a little bit, and his shoulder stiffens under you.

If you’d known what he was thinking, you’d see the green light from miles away to do whatever, to guide him, and show him how to touch you and how you’d touch him. But his body betrays him in his moments of anxiety. He’s not stiff because he doesn’t want to try, it’s because he’s excited to try. After all these years? Losing his virginity to you? Fuck yeah.

“Do you want to?” He asks, trying to sound cool, calm, and composed.

“Only if you want to.” You shrug, also trying to sound composed.

Both of you too caught up in how the other must be feeling in this moment to actually do something.

“I do. I do want to.” Yeosang finally lets out, shifting a bit under you and relaxing again. “But—” He pauses as he sits up and lets you fall off of his shoulder. “I need you to not laugh at me if I mess it up.”

You smile a bit at him. “I promise, I won’t laugh.”

“You’ll guide me when I need it?” He looks over at you, feeling his body prepare itself before he can even think of all of the things he wants to try out. The comfort of your promise making him feel like he could stumble and fuck it all up multiple times, but you’d still be willing to let him perfect the craft.

“I’ll guide you the entire time if you need it, but I might need a little help too.” You explain, leaning yourself up to get a little closer to him. “When you’ve imagined it, how did you want to do it?”

Yeosang blushes for what felt like the hundredth time and stares at you. He never thought he’d have to say it out loud, but he’s already embarrassed himself in the worst possible way, he can’t do much more damage at this point.

“My favorite was thinking of you on top, kind of, just—”

“Showing you?” You try to finish his sentence for him, and you’re relieved when he nods. You can see his body adjusting itself into this new state where the possibility of orgasm is imminent, and it’s weirdly hot to you. You can practically see his pupils enlarge when he looks at you, you can see him shift his legs to make room for whatever he’s hiding under his pants. You give him credit for wanting you on top, probably just wanting to feel what it’s like for the first time rather than putting in all of the work himself. There’s not much he can fuck up if you’re on top, not that he would fuck it up anyway. You like him enough, especially in this moment, when he’s nervous and showing it to you without shame.

“Would you feel better going by the list?” You ask, leaning over him and hearing his breath hitch when you do it. “We already did the first three in the list.” You offer to him, staying leaned over him as if dangling your body for him to take. You stay like that reading the list, him staying beneath you in a way that shows just how much you’ll need to guide him.

He doesn’t nod, he doesn’t respond, and he doesn’t move his body. All he does is look at you, and the clothed breasts in front of him. It’s like his brain is blanking of any thought or to-do list, which is much how it should be during sex. If you think too hard, it’s less fun.

“No?” You lean yourself back to your position, this time with the list in hand. “Because I don’t need this list to show you.”

He’s still quiet, studying you. “Can we just—”

You don’t even let him finish his sentence, tossing the list to the side and allowing it to float to the floor. “Yes. We can just—”

And then you’re right back to kissing him, this time moving in haste to get yourself on top of him, straddling him. The way his breathing picks up through the kiss is attractive to you, the way his hands don’t know where to go, the way he chases you with his tongue, though you’re right there on top of him.

It all feels so desperate, and you wish you could be feeling what he’s feeling right now. In all honesty though, you’re perfectly happy being the girl that gets to do this for him. You’re his girlfriend now, and you hope you can make this a moment he never forgets. A story he can tell to his friends that genuinely happened this time.

Out of all of the kissing that’s taken place tonight, this one is the hottest. It isn’t hesitant, he isn’t pulling back, and he couldn’t even if he wanted to. You’re already so turned on by the way his hands haven’t stopped shaking, by the way his pupils are so blown out that you hope they look back at you like this forever. No man has ever acted this way towards you, and sure maybe it’s because he hasn’t ever had sex, but you still hope it’s because it’s you.

“Don’t think.” You mutter out between kisses, licking against his bottom lip and grabbing one of his hands. “I’m moving a little fast—” You sigh out again, placing one of his hands straight up your shirt and onto your breast. You did choose to wear a sexy, matching pair of panties and bra today. You hope he gets to see you take it off so he knows you really did want this from the beginning.

“Ah—” You go to say something, but you moan out instead at the smallest amount of pressure against your body from him. You can feel him hump upwards, his eyes shooting open at the way you adjust yourself on top of him so that your ass is pressed perfectly against his length. And honestly? Yeosang is so incredibly hard in this moment, that you almost feel guilty for not diving down and giving him that blowjob he wrote on his list.

His hand against your breast is eager, and he does exactly as you asked. You told him not to think, and you genuinely don’t think he is because his hand is moving by its own accord as he continues to kiss against your lips. He kisses, and kisses, and kisses, until he’s chasing your lips when you pull back. You sit upright, feeling his hand frantically feel all against you, to the point of his other hand following suit and he’s grabbing and groping anything he can get his fingers against. The clothes clearly a point of frustration in the way one of them keeps pulling at the fabric of your bra.

You push both of his hands away and watch as he stares up at you. His deep breaths heard loud and clear in your ears when you reach to lift your shirt off of you. You’re excited to see his face, excited to hear him, and see how much more those pupils blow for you.

When your shirt is gone, you feel his cock twitch under you. And when you take both of his hands and place them to cup them both, he groans as he stares. His face falling in a way that you can tell that he truly isn’t thinking about anything but you and what you may be planning to do.

“Now yours?” You comment, knowing full well that he’s going to have to pull his hands off of you just to get his own shirt off, and you were right. He huffs out at the idea of letting go just so the situation can become more intimate. He always wondered why in porn, most people were already nearly naked, what a fucking hassle.

He is very quick to pull his hands from you and pull his shirt off, one hands going straight back to your chest.

“Not yet,” You say with a small chuckle, reveling in the experience of him trying to get on with it. “Let me take these off too.” You add, pulling yourself off of him to get your pants off.

You do it slowly, just to see his desire grow. He stares at you with furrowed brows, one of his hands falling straight to his cock as he palms himself absent mindedly while watching you step out of the pants. He can instantly see that the panties have a wet spot, and this causes him to press harder against his cock.

Upon looking back at him after throwing your pants to the side, the image alone is enough to have you throwing yourself at him, but you don’t. You watch for a moment, wanting this to last for a little longer because—this must be what he looks like when he’s alone, thinking of you, right? He’s shameless in the way he’s touching himself, staring holes through you as you watch his hand fumble with his zipper as the other continues to palm against himself.

“You look so good like that—” He whispers out, still staring straight at your core, which is perfectly hidden by the delicate lace of your white panties. “better than I imagined,” he chokes out again, finally getting his zipper undone and reaching his hand into his pants to continue working himself up far more than he probably should.

You feel warm and very seen in this moment, wondering if you should do away with the rest of the clothes all ready so you can see just how vocal he can get.

“Do you want to take off your pants?” You say, eyes going back to his hand working beneath his pants. “I want to see it—”

Yeosang is so quick to pull his hand out of his pants and, in one motion, shove both his pants and underwear off in one swift motion. Almost immediately, his hand is right back around himself and you can see how he squeezes and tugs it while looking at you. His cock already dripping beads of pre-cum onto his fingers, you feel fucking stupid for just standing here and letting him look at you. He should be feeling you. You’re sure he knows how to touch himself, but he doesn’t know how you would touch him.

You continue to look at his hand, while he continues to stare at you with such a lack of shame that you can’t ever imagine doing this for anyone else.

“Can you—” He murmurs, his hand moving a bit faster now. “Can I see it?” He adds in question, eyes staying on your core. “Please?”

He’s getting more desperate, and it shoots a sensation straight through you’re body that you’re almost embarrassed at how wet you’ve become simply standing here. You imagine that the idea that you know he’s a virgin is allowing him to be his full, horny, self in this moment. You love it, you love the way he’s acting right now, lowering your panties in a slow and languid way to pretend like you’re not just as desperate as he is in this moment.

He watches, focusing on your skin becoming visible to him. This is genuinely the first time he’s ever seen a real life woman standing before him, taking her clothes off for him. He audibly takes in a breath, watching your panties fall to the floor and seeing the glisten against them, he knows that’s for him too. He never imagined that he would be able to make a woman feel like this, almost as wet as it looks in porn.

Yeosang doesn’t even notice you taking off your bra with haste. You can see him working himself up to the point of almost cumming, and you realize you took far to long to revel in his attention while he did it. Both of you so zoned in on the other, that it’s hard to imagine either of you lasting for more than a few minutes like this.

One moment he’s staring at your pussy for the first time, and then he blinks and you’re gone. A dip in the bed beside him shows him that he’d really lost himself to the moment, forgetting that he’s supposed to be letting you do this. He releases his hand, and finally looks at you with a breath. You’re staring at him much like he was staring at you. He can see your line of sight going straight to his cock and it reminds him that one of the reasons he was still is a virgin is because he was too nervous to bare himself like this.

But it was so easy to do it for you. He doesn’t even remember kicking his pants off, and now that he can see all of you, he’s not embarrassed at all. Not in the way his cock twitches for friction, not in the way he is staring at your bare chest for the first time, not in the way he glances over to your panties and wants nothing more than to keep them as a souvenir.

And while he’s thinking, when he certainly shouldn’t be, he takes a moment to try and calm himself. Unfortunately, as he does this, closing his eyes and breathing through his nose, he can feel your weight shift and suddenly his cock is warm. So warm. So wet, with muscles moving against his shaft in a way he’d never felt before.

His eyes shoot open with a guttural moan and he looks down. He can see your hollowed out cheeks matching the sensations against his cock. He moans again, doing his best not to fuck up against your mouth because honestly, he’s seeing stars and all he wants is more, more, more of this.

When he feels you hum against him, he nearly bursts, his hands shooting straight to your hair as he tries to gain his grasp on the reality of his very first blowjob. Each breath coming out as a sigh, a moan, a groan—and you’re just down there, humming and taking him deeper and deeper to the point he feels like if you don’t stop, he’s surely going to embarrass himself and end the night still a virgin.

You can feel him hold back, his hands in your hair and his abdomen tensing each time you go lower. You couldn’t help it. His cock was more perfect than you could have imagined. One that matched his perfect fact, his perfect hair, his perfect posture. It was thick, mouther watering. You really couldn’t help it. Watching bead after bead of pre-cum pouring out of him, both of you so entirely wet without even touching each other— you had to taste it. You couldn’t let it go to waste. And the way he writhed when you did it, the way he keeps moaning, it makes you feel like you’re on top of the world.

When his hips move on their own accord, looking for something to fuck, you choke. The satly taste of his pre-cum becoming a constant stream that you could probably confuse it with a man actually cumming into your mouth as you gag around it. But he hasn’t cum yet, and you can tell when you pull up and he whimpers from the lack of friction.

You stare at him again, his face this time, realizing you hadn’t looked up to revel in how his face would contort through his first act of intimacy past making out. His eyes finally open to look at you again too, and when your eyes meet all you can do is fucking smile at him. Yeosang wasn’t innocent, and you can tell he’s probably fucked his hand more times than you can imagine, but the idea that he looks so broken in this moment has you feeling like he’d never had his cock touched at all before.

You’d never understood what true yearning was until you watch him, his hips still stuttering upwards as if your lips were still wrapped around him. He looks like he is suffering. Suffering for you. Like he’s been edged for several hours and can’t stop himself from begging through his body.

And then you realize that you’re enjoying this too much. He’s supposed to be losing his virginity and you’re just watching him feel so entirely good that it’s hurting him.

Bypassing the idea of guiding his face between your legs, ignoring the fact that you’d love to feel his slender and long fingers inside of you, you put yourself on the back burner. He’s still a virgin to those things, and you can revel in them on another day, considering this is your boyfriend now.

“Yeosang? Condom?” You finally say, voice a little horse from the fact that his cock was hitting your throat multiple times and coating it with a thick amount of pre-cum.

“Shit—” He whimpers out, frustrated again that he needs to move out of this position, but also excited that you’re asking him to get one. Meaning, sex. He’s going to feel you around him. “In my pocket..” He chokes out again, lazily pointing towards the foot of the bed where his pants lay crumbled.

You very quickly grab them, searching the pockets and grabbing a random condom out. Three others fell out along side it.

“Banana, really?” You ask with a cock of the brow.

“How am I supposed to know?! I just grabbed them!” He reminds you that he is very much a virgin, and you can still see him buck his hips up in chase of something, anything, in this moment.

You chuckle, grabbing one and pulling it out of the package. You watch intently at his face when you touch him again, grabbing his cock and rolling the condom onto it. Honestly, his face already looks as if he’s inside of you when you do it, and it’s a marvelous sight. You hope he can hold out, though you’re not sure if you can.

“Are you ready?” You say, and all he can do is frantically nod at you, his hooded eyes glancing from your chest to your core as you move to straddle him again. “Hold onto me—” You guide him, grabbing his hands and placing them at your waist as you position him against you.

He’s seeing stars again from the moment you began to sink down and envelope his entire being. At least it felt like that. The tightness much more intense than his own hand, and the way you’re clenching around him has his eyes slamming shut as he breathes his way through this moment.

“Fuck,” He breathes out when you sit against his flesh, feeling his cock adjust to the new sensations and pressure has you feeling like you need to writhe this time. You can feel his fingers dig into your waist, holding you there as he tries to grasp his thoughts.

He’s gone so quiet, his face flushed and his eyes still closed. You reach forward and brush your hands through his hair, lifting your ass so that he can genuinely feel you when you start to fuck yourself on him.

Goosebumps prickle against his skin when he feels your fingers in his hair, and it’s like his sensations hit overdrive when you sink down against him again. This is what it feels like? No fucking wonder people become sex addicts. All of the stories he told flashing in his head, he already feels like he’s grown just knowing how it feels now.

He opens his eyes to look at you, and the way your face is concentrated on his as you slowly begin to bounce. Yeosang already knows he’s a goner. He feels as if he’s holding himself down just to keep himself from fucking up into you as fast as he would his hand. You feel so good around him that he’s speechless, hoping he never has to say another word again that doesn’t involve how good you feel around him.

You’re not laughing at him, you’re not mocking him, shaming him, or embarrassing him. In fact, he can feel how wet you are in the way you slide against his cock with ease, no way is that just the lube on the condom. He can feel the cool air against the base of his shaft each time you pull up, and he can feel more drip each time you sit against him.

The tightness is so real and so consuming that he’s already about to cum, and he doesn’t know how to stop it.

“Wh-“ He tries to say, realizing now that the breath is knocked out of him. “Where?” He asks through groans, moving his hand from your waist and straight to your core. “I’m not going to last, please—” He whines out this time, thumbing and feeling for the mysterious clit that he’s heard so much about.

You’re quick to guide his hand and press against his fingers for him so he can feel the nub. And honestly? He’s so good with it without even realizing it. Pressing and keeping constant pressure against your clit as you continue to grind and bounce against his. You can feel his cock twitch every few seconds, and when you go a little fast, specifically so you can feel the pads of his fingers frantically try to get you off—you somehow, hit your high before him.

Sighing out, he can feel you tense around him, his cock suffocated by your walls squeezing around him. He continues to move his fingers against you after you still your bouncing, moaning our for you. And you? You can’t even get words out. You couldn’t even tell him that you were close or that you were actively cumming around him because it hit you so hard and so fast.

As you sit, feeling the sensations of his cock, you work through your last bit of the orgasm by pushing his hand away from your clit and fucking yourself on him as quickly, as hard, as you possibly can. Not because it’s him, not because you’re taking his virginity, but because it feels so good.

You’re not even bouncing now, you’re sitting with his cock fully bottomed out inside of you as you grind and twirl your hips through your orgasm, the flexing of your muscles enough to practically masturbate his cock still much better than his hand would.

He watches in awe at how you animalistically grind against him, working through the last moments of that orgasm before realizing that all he needs to do is hold your hips in place and thrust up once.

And he does, he grabs you and holds you there. You hadn’t realized the strength he could muster in this moment when you’re held still on top of him. Your pupils just as blown as his when he guides your hips up and looks down at himself. He thrusts once, twice, and a third time. The image of seeing his cock being buried inside of the woman he just made cum around him was already enough, but the way you urged him on with a broken ‘that’s it, keep going’, had him losing any grip on reality that he had been clinging to.

He doesn’t realize how tightly he was holding onto you, and he certainly didn’t realize just how hard he was thrusting into you when he hit the wall. His orgasm washing over him in a wave of blinding pleasure that had him unable to control his body.

You watched, feeling him slam into you out of sheer need rather than pleasure. He’d lost himself in this moment, his eyes closing tightly and his eyebrows falling to that of relief. You can feel his release, and when he does, his moans come out as cries. He’s muttering, babbling, cursing—all you wish in this moment is that you could feel his cum drip out of you. You wish you could feel it fill you up. But that’s a talk for another day.

When his body relaxes, he can’t even bare to pull himself out of you, and his fingers are still gripping you tightly as to not let you move.

His breathing is uneven, and he still hasn’t even opened his eyes yet when you reach forward to wipe a bead of sweat from his forehead.

You’re out of breath too, ears ringing from the orgasm that had nearly knocked you into another dimension, and he’s just lying there beneath you looking pretty and tired.

“How was it?” You ask, breathing in a deep breath so that you can hopefully continue to talk to him as if you didn’t just experience something brand new alongside him. “Was it story worthy?” You laugh this time, attempting to wiggle out of his grip.

Unfortunately, that wiggle makes him wince harder, his sensitive cock struggling to stay soft while inside of you. It hurts in such a good way to him, he doesn’t want this to end.

“As if I’d tell anyone about this.” He finally says, pulling you down to his chest and hugging you tightly there, your lower half finally able to move from it’s spot. “They’re try to take you from me—”

You look up at him. “But I’m your girlfriend now, so there are rules.” He smiles at that response, knowing that truly, he’s yours now and you’re his. That’s what being in a relationship is, right? “If anyone tried anything, you think I’d actually want them? After. . . this?”

He feels loved right now. Despite being a virgin, who knows nothing of the female anatomy outside of anatomy books and porn, you’re acting as if he truly was the sex god he claimed to be.

“So…” San says, the sun rising and shining through the window casting deep shadows against the bags under his eyes. “I take it that she found out?”

“Yeah—” Yeosang says with a questionable look. “Did you…San. Did you even sleep?” He adds, focusing on the tired look on the man’s face.

“Nope. Heard all of it.”

Yeosang glares at him and then leans back to check and make sure his bedroom door is still closed.

“What the fuck, what happened to personal space?” Yeosang whisper scolds the man, slamming down a coffee cup and filling it with the fresh pot San probably brewed to stay awake and be a weirdo.

San throws his hands up in defense, a sleepy smile creeping across his face as he blinks out of sync. “Hey, it’s not like I was in the room with you. I just wanted to be here for support.”

“For support?” Yeosang argues again, this time with a lighter tone, because that situation could have gone a lot worse than it did if it weren’t you. He guesses San really was there for support.

“Like a sex cheerleader.” San deadpans, finally getting up and heading towards his room. “And boy, did I cheer for you—like, all night.” He laughs. “I stopped when you sounded like you were dying though, almost called the cops.”

Yeosang is back to glaring.

“But hey, must’ve felt good considering how stupid you both sounded.”

Dodging a wadded up hand towel, San rushes to his room and closes to door, but Yeosang is still left there smiling. It really was good, and he feels happy. The virginity thing is not even that important anymore knowing that it was you who took it from him, and as far as he knows, you can keep it.

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