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"Not My Yacht" *Chapter 2*

Yes, for two days this is a semi short chapter, but I had another long today and have one more tomorrow and I wanted you to have SOMETHING. Weirdly though I had an entire different chapter written in my head, but when I started typing this came out instead. My original idea is still coming, this just added a fun little bonus getting there. I promise, tomorrow you will get a longer chapter.

Thank you loves for sticking by me through everything! I love you all.

Also, I'm finally using CHAPTER. I kept wanting to use it instead of PART but I just kept writing PART and was like WELP. But they're chapters, right?!

Ok I'll shut up.

Part 1 Here

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When five o’clock rolled around, Rita came walking out of her office with a stack of papers and her briefcase, balancing her purse on her barely free arm.

“Y/N, Why are you still here? Did I not unlock your chains?” She laughed.

“Haha….no, ma’am” You nervously laughed. “I um, I think I’m waiting for someone,”

“You think?” She raised a curious eyebrow. “If you’re waiting on Barba, you’re going to waiting a long time, sweetie,”

“Wha-? How--? Why, exactly?” You asked her totally flabbergasted by the insinuation that not only had Rafael asked you out, but was bailing already.

“He tends to get a little...involved, in his cases. Poor man is a workaholic,” She feigned pity for him.

“Right,” You nodded to her comically overflowing briefcase and papers. “Something you know nothing about,”

“Touché,” She winked. “I’d give him a call, make sure he hasn’t forgotten about you, dear. Before the cleaning staff shows up,” She laughed and sauntered out of her office, leaving you alone in the dark.

You glanced down at your phone. He hadn’t really specified a time, just-- “Tonight”. What did that even mean? Tonight. Like early evening dinner, or a midnight snack after he was done with his cases? You should probably text him. Or call him. Or text him.

TO BARBA: Heyyy….

Wait. Was three y’s too many? Wasn’t that a rule? You show affection by how many y’s you use? Is that a thing kids do these days? Wait, no you’re not a kid. And he certainly was NOT a kid. No. Be a grown up about this.

TO BARBA: Hi I’m just...checking in.

Checking in? What did that even mean? And why the ellipsis? There doesn’t need to be a pause in a text. That’s why it’s a text. You pause in your mind before typing. Idiot.

TO BARBA: What’s up?

Ok. Short and simple. To the point. No pressure, no demanding. Just... ‘checking in’. You hated yourself. Alright fine, good enough send it. SEND IT. HIT SEND NOW.

MESSAGE SENT.

Your phone shook in your trembling hand as you waited for the ellipsis of him writing back. That was too much, no no just put it back in your pocket and he’ll text you when he--

BARBA CALLING

Oh god, a phone call? Who calls people anymore? Grown ups, that’s who. Answer the phone like an adult.

“H-Hello?” You answered it as if he had the wrong number.

“Hey, Cinderella,” His smooth voice came through your earpiece. “I’m so sorry, I should have been more specific about the time,”

“Oh, yeah no-- no big deal, I’m just here at work….alone, in the dark…” You muttered the last words to yourself as you looked around the dark office.

“Right. Well, I’m kind of wrapped up in this case right now--” He started, making your heart drop. Well, Rita called it. He’s just married to his job, no time for women, let alone you. Time to just--

“....Would you hate me if I asked you to come help me?”

“...I’m sorry, what?” You blinked in confusion at your phone. So, was he actually asking you out or trying to snake you as an assistant from Rita? Is that what he meant by ‘dinner’? “Hey come bring me food and help me file these cases, because I’m so sexy and cocky and--”

“You know what, I’m so sorry I just heard how that sounded. You’ve been doing this all day, the last thing you wanna do is come--”

“Sure!” You cut him off a little loudly. What were you doing?! You’re just going to lay down and let him use your services for free? Well, when you put it that way it sounded pretty skeezy about yourself.

“....Are you sure? Because we can just have dinner another night--”

“....Yeah I have a feeling that will never happen,” You cut him off with a laugh.

“Wha--no, it will! I just--”

“Your wife comes first, I get it,” You cut him off again.

“My wife?”

“Yeah you’re married to your work,” You smirked into the phone.

“Wow, quippy Cinderella. Guess you’re more confident on the phone without my gorgeous face tripping you up now, aren’t you?”

“Do you want my help or not, Casanova?” He was totally right; without those green emeralds staring into your soul you were actually a pretty funny and smart person. Maybe it would be better to just have this date on the phone.

"Yes, absolutely," He sighed with a smile.

“Did you want me to bring food, or am I just supposed to eat paperclips and vending machine leftovers??”

“I’ll order some pizza, do you like pizza?”

“....I live in New York Barba. Obviously I like pizza,” You teased.

“Right,” He chuckled. “Well I’ll be here--”

“I know where your office is,” You cut him off for the third time.

“Oh, do you?” He asked in a sneaky tone, as if he thought you’d been googling him or something.

“Um, yeah,” Your voice fell an octave softer. “Actually I’ve been there several times, dropping off stuff from Rita for you,” Of course he wouldn’t remember that. Why would he remember that? You weren’t anything special.

“Shit,” He muttered as if chastising himself. “Y/N I’m so sorry, I--”

“It’s fine,” You assured him as you headed down to the subway. “I’m uh, I’m getting on the train so I’ll see you soon,” You hung before he could reply.

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It wasn’t that far to Rafael’s office from Rita’s, just a few stops away. You quickly hurried up the stairs back into the Manhattan air as you swiftly walked through the sea of people leaving corporate America to go home to Suburbia. Finally you reached the building, went for the door and-- it was locked.

Well of course it was locked, nobody else in their right mind would be here this late-- so clearly you and Rafael were out of your minds. Shit. Should you call him? Was there a buzzer? Before you could think of another solution a pizza delivery man was walking up to you. Maybe ‘man’ was too generous, he was probably around 16 or 17.

“Delivery for Mr. Barba,” He handed you the pizza. Did you look like a “Mr. Barba” to him?!

“I um,” You stammered as the hot pizza burned the sides of your arms you were holding it on. “I’m not Mr. Barba,”

“Are you taking it to him?” He asked you with a slight attitude.

“I um,” You thought a moment. Well you were going to see him, so yes theoretically you would be taking the pizza with you to him. “...Yes,”

“That’ll be 46.57.” He whipped out a credit card scanner on his phone.

“E-Excuse me?” You were taken aback. Now Barba had you buying him dinner? And what kind of pizza costs basically 50 bucks?!

“2 Large pizzas, an order of cheesy bread, a dessert pizza and delivery fee,” The kid read off the receipt from his phone. “I only accept credit or debit cards, and please tip generously,”

“Yeah right,” You muttered with a roll of your eyes as you pulled out your credit card and swiped it across his phone. The light turned green and a receipt printed off an attachment to his phone. He ripped it off and handed it to you, then nonchalantly walked back down the stairs to wherever he was parked.

“Awesome,” You sighed. You still didn’t know how to get inside, and now you were carrying all this hot food. All of this for a pair of green eyes?!

To make matters worse, your phone started going off in your purse. You groaned and tried to put all of the boxes down softly, but the night wind blew them onto the pavement, HARD.

“Shit!” You groaned louder as you tried to salvage the food while pulling your phone from your purse. Of COURSE.

BARBA CALLING

“I can’t get in,” You simply stated as a greeting on the phone.

“What?”

“I can’t get in the building, Barba,” You grumbled, now on a 8 on the annoyance scale.

“Oh! Oh God,” The line went dead. Awesome.

After a few minutes while you were trying to rebalance all of the boxes in your arms, one of the big glass doors swung open right into you. The boxes all pressed against you, their hot, saucy, cheesy and chocolatey goodness smearing all over your work outfit.

“SHIT!!!!!!” You screamed in horror.

“Oh my god, Oh god Y/N I am SO--” Rafael started to apologize profusely, but you noticed he was trying his best not to burst out laughing.

“I’m sorry, do you think this is funny?!” You asked angrily while you peeled a pepperoni from your hair.

“No, not at all,” He shook his head vigorously, but kept giggling behind his eyes.

“You do!” You stomped your heel, causing marinara to roll down your legs. “You are absolutely laughing at me being covered in all of your stupid food that I had to pay for by the way--”

“Oh no, really?” He suddenly turned sincere.

“No, Rafael,” You scoffed as you tried pulling cheese from your skirt. “I just had sex with him in the parking lot and we called it square,”

“Really--?!”

“NO NOT REALLY!”

“Okay! Okay I’m sorry, really I am,” Rafael tried to show you sympathy, but you looked so damn cute covered in a tasty meal.

“Yeah I can see that, you’re grinning like a five year old,” You rolled your eyes.

“I’m sorry, Y/N I really am,” He gave up trying to hide a laugh. “But you have to admit it’s pretty funny--”

“I DON’T THINK--” You started to scream at him again, but his smile made these cute little crinkles in his eyes, and his laugh was like an angel’s chorus. You might have been covered in food, but you would be covered in manure if it made him laugh like that.

“For what it’s worth, you look delicious,” He teased you, pulling an actual full piece of pizza from your chest and biting it.

“Oh my god, you’re so gross,” You did your best not to laugh, you were still supposed to be angry.

“Yum, Y/N flavor, my favorite,” He laughed for a moment just as you both realized what he had said. “Uh, I mean--” He looked away in embarrassment, and you swear you saw his face flush red.

“Um no counselor,” You bit your lip with a smile. “I’m pretty sure I taste better than a mix of pizza sauce and chocolate,”

“I’m sure you do,” Rafael bravely retorted, now that he knew you were in the playing mood.

“....But seriously, now I have to go home and get this shit off--”

“I have a shower in my office,” He blurted out.

“....Excuse me?” You blinked, not believing you heard him right.

“I...I have a shower in my office,”

“Oh my god, Rafael Barba are you that addicted to work that you live here?”

“No!” He rolled his eyes. “It’s for emergencies,”

“Emergencies? Like what?”

“Like a beautiful woman covered in pizza toppings and chocolate,” He smirked. “Now come on, I don’t want anyone around here thinking I’m dating a crazy person,” He opened the glass doors again and escorted you into the lobby of the building.

Your mind didn’t know what to focus on first; the fact that he had this mysterious office shower, that he had offered for you to use said shower, or the fact that he just referred to you as a ‘woman he was dating’. You just followed him silently into his office with a smitten grin on your face.

He wasn’t lying when he was in the ‘middle’ of something. Papers were strewn all about his desk, a white board with bullet points for arguments and cross examinations scribbled on it. You finally got a good look at him without the anger of having food all over your judgement. He looked tired, not the usual smooth and pristine Rafael Barba you were used to. But when he looked back at you to show you where his shower was, his green eyes sparkled gazing into yours.

“So, I have some spare suits in a closet here, would you mind hanging out in one of my dress shirts while I wash...these?” He gestured to your dirty clothes. Wait, wash?

You suddenly realized he had led you into a secret room to the side of his office, behind a bookcase.

“Wha…” You looked around the room. There was a shower, a wardrobe, a washer/dryer combo, and a suit steamer. “Jesus Barba, are you sure you don’t live here?”

“No I promise I don’t,” He shook his head with a laugh. “...But I may have on occasion fallen asleep here enough to invest in this,”

“And what happens when this office is passed on to a new ADA?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Then I’m sealing this place off like a mausoleum,” He stated very seriously, causing you to giggle. He loved your giggle, it was so small and soft, just like you.

“Anyway,” He shook off his momentary daze at your giggle hoping you didn’t notice. “Like I said-- Shower, dress shirt. Just put your dirty clothes in the washer and we’ll pop them in the dryer later,”

“Right,” You nodded, definitely having noticed his dreamy stare at your giggle. How had you gone from completely under his radar to making him giddy like a school boy in two days?

“Right,” He nodded back. “I’ll just be out here...ordering another pizza,” He smirked. “By the way, I’ll totally reimburse you for the one you’re wearing,” He stuck his tongue out at you with a huge grin.

“Oh you better,” You gave him the same face back. “Or I’ll cover you in it,” You lightly pressed a marinara sauce covered finger into his perfectly white dress shirt. He glanced down at it in horror.

“Oh that was so--” He started to tickle and attack you, but realized that would only make his outfit dirtier. “This isn’t over,” He wagged a finger at you as he pointed you to the shower. You gave him one last cheeky smile as he walked out and shut the door to his secret room.

What was happening? Why were you getting to him so easily, so fast? How could he have not even remembered that he had ‘met’ you several times? Well, one thing was for sure. He was never going to forget this night.

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imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl · 3 years

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White Lies (Pt. 11 of 21)

Pairing: Keanu Reeves X Reader

Word count: 3 K

Summary: Keanu found the girl almost dead, in the wrecks of what was once her car. While she was in surgery, stuck in a coma, he gathered the best doctors of New York to attend to her. They told him she is likely to have some kind of brain damage, what may lead to memory loss. And this possibility added up wit the fact that she's pregnant, made the council come up with an odd idea. They asked Keanu to pretend to be her husband, since the stress of finding out everything that happened could put the baby in danger. He reluctantly agreed, but only if she does has some kind of memory loss. He still goes she'll wake up soon, with her memories intact.

But when you finally wake up, there's nothing inside. You're quick to find your head is empty, void, like a blank canvas. The only thing that brings you some relief, that makes you feel less lonely is the mention of a husband. And you can't wait to meet him, because you know you can't deal with this by yourself.

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Guilt

The first feeling to wash over him when he opens his eyes is bliss. Pure, and utter bliss, a kind of happiness he didn't even know existed. Seeing (Y/N) peacefully sleeping on his chest is more than he deserves... And that's when it kicks in, and the joy is corrupted, overcome by guilt.

He can't believe what he did. He betrayed her on a whole other level. This isn't fair to her, not when she believes they're married. He's too buried in this lie, and last night, he did the only thing he never thought he'd do.

But how could he not? He's in love with her, he wants to be the father of her child, and there are times, and they come more often every passing day, that he's completely overcome by the fake life he's living. There are moments where Keanu is her husband. The lines are so blurry right now that he can't separate things. He can't tell the difference anymore.

Running a hand through his hair, looking at the ceiling, he smiles as she moves a little in her sleep, snuggling closer to him, a warm hand on his bare chest. (Y/N) is the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. And everything drives him in. Her voice, her smile, her laughter. The way she walks, the way she talks to her unborn child when she thinks he's not listening.

He tried. He really did, but look how much he failed.

All this had an expiration date. And in the very beginning, he couldn't wait for that day. When she would remember and would go on with her life, picking it up where she left it, and forget about him. But with time, things changed. And now, he knows he can keep this up forever. (Y/N) won't remember, and Keanu can make this real. Fake the papers, he knows people who could do it. She'd be his wife.

But his love is too strong to do such a thing. He can't bring himself to do this. He has to tell her, everything. The lie, the reason, and explain it wasn't his idea. He also needs to tell her about his feelings, because they're the only real thing in this mess. And if the heavens listen to his prayers, if some kind of miracle happens, maybe, just maybe, she'd still love him. Marry him, for real this time.

Keanu could only hope. The pregnancy is not at risk anymore, and despite the doctors saying he should still keep the act, Dr. Harris assured him (Y/N) is strong enough now. And he has to tell her. And so he will. He just needs some time away from all this, away from this place, to enjoy this while he still can because he knows how insane it is. That the chances are she'll go to Argentina with her mother-in-law, and he'll never see her again. And if that really happens, he won't blame her.

Because after everything he did, for taking her as if she was his last night, he doesn't deserve this bliss. But he wants it, and he can't bring himself to end this without some more time with her. Something he will remember and cherish for the rest of this life if this is bound to break.

The morning light is what welcomes you back to consciousness. Closing your eyes tight before opening them up, you take a deep breath. The air is cold, you can feel it on your bare shoulders, but the warmth coming from Keanu keeps you from complaining. The first thing you remember is what happened last night, and your cheeks go red. Smiling a little, you softly caress Keanu's chest with your thumb, not sure if he's awake yet.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He says, and your smile only gets brighter. You love the pet name.

“Morning.” Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you place a kiss on his chest, right on his heart, then on his collarbone before finally reaching his lips. “Did you sleep well?” The question was supposed to be simple, but the smirk comes from somewhere inside you and you're sure it just changed the intonation of the thing.

“Very well.” He mutters, a hand coming to caress your cheek. Keanu sounds weird, a weight on his voice.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you let yourself sink back to bed, lying beside him. “Did I... Did I do something wrong last night?” You can't help but ask, the euphoria vanishing quickly as you try to understand why he seems so... Sad.

“Of course not.” Turning on his side and encircling your waist with a strong arm, pulling you closer, he shakes his head lightly. “It was amazing. You were amazing.”

“Then what's wrong?”

“Nothing is wrong, sweetheart. Everything is so perfect that it looks like a dream.” As he speaks, you move closer, feeling as his hand rubs the small of your back.

“Uhm... I think–” The doorbell cuts you off. “Who could that be?” It sounds like a whine.

“Lucia.”

“What?” Moving away from him, you sit up. “What is she doing here?”

“She came to visit you.”

“Oh...” Who could blame you for forgetting she was coming today? You're not a fan of her, and what's going on here is far better. “Can't we just–” The cold air on your torso makes you pull the sheets to shield your body, trying really hard not to let Keanu notice how red you must be. “Can't we just pretend we're not here and stay the whole day in bed?” You're not even done speaking when the doorbells rings again.

“She already dislikes me, if you don't show up, it'll make it even worse.” Sitting up, he pulls you into a kiss. “I'll dress up and open the door for her. Go take a shower. I'll make you something to eat.”

“Alright.” Sighing, you purposely climb past him to get off the bed. Keanu gives you a look, that you choose to ignore, pulling the sheets with you as you move to the bathroom.

“One more thing.” He calls out, right before you close the bathroom door shut.

“What?”

“You don't need to cover up. You're beautiful.”

Moving to the side so the door will hide your face, you bite your lip. “Thanks, babe.” You manage to push out, closing the door.

Once you're done washing yourself, you put your hair up on a ponytail and a light blue dress. Taking one of Keanu's hoodies to protect you from the coat, you move downstairs, and the only reason why you're smiling is because you smell of bacon. It was the first breakfast Keanu made you, and it feels kinda nostalgic. It is one of the oldest memories you have.

“(Y/N),” Lucia calls as you're making your way to the kitchen. Keanu looks over his shoulder, and you give him a forced smile before turning on your heels and moving to the living room. “I missed you so much!” Lucia pulls you into a hug.

“Hi, Lucia. How's everything?” You don't like Lucia. And Lucia doesn't like your husband. And Keanu, being a gentleman, won't admit he can't stand her, but you know that's how he feels.

“I'm great. Tell me about you.” You both move to the couch, taking a seat. “How's the baby? Have you come up with a name yet?”

“We're still thinking... But we agreed on not telling people until we know for sure.” Deciding to just let it out before she asks, you try not to let her notice you feel a little uncomfortable when she touches your belly.

“Have you... Have you considered Daniel?” Lucia asks, her voice breaking a little. Shrugging your shoulders, you shake your head no. “D-doesn't this name mean anything to you?”

Obviously not. But you won't be a bitch about it. “No, it doesn't.”

“Alright.” She mumbles, clearing her throat. “So, how's this little one?”

“He's great.” You say, a hand coming to your belly.

“Or she,” Keanu adds, and you roll your eyes.

“Quit spying on me, babe.” You raise your voice, and there's only a low giggle in response.

“Is he spying on you?” Despite the clear joking tone you had, Lucia sounds... Genuinely worried.

Chuckling at her expression, you sigh. “We're just joking around, Lucia.”

“Honey...” She takes both your hands on hers, as she does right before telling you how you can trust her if Keanu does anything. It's quite tiring, actually. She can't seem to understand he's a good person. Maybe it's the age thing... But that's not her business.

“I know what you'll say, Mrs. Davis, and I assure you there's nothing to worry about. Keanu is a gentleman, he hasn't pushed me into anything.” You don't want to talk to her about that, but you don't have a choice. Every time this happens, you just hope to say the right thing to make her let it go. “Everything we've done was because I was ready.”

“What do you mean by everything you've done?” Her tone changes suddenly, a lot harsher than before, and her hands squeeze yours.

You weren't talking about that... And you didn't think that was exactly where her mind would float too. “Mrs. Davis, this is between me and Keanu.”

She giggles, fake and loud, and in a sudden motion, Lucia gets up, walking fast to the kitchen. “What did you do to her?” She's already yelling when you finally reach the kitchen, a finger on Keanu's face.

“Mrs. Davis, I–” He starts, but you won't let him do this. Lucia was your mother's ‘friend’, or so she says, and you won't let her put Keanu in this position.

“What do you think you're doing?” Moving to stand between him and Lucia, you raise her voice above hers. “What gives you the right to come to my house, put your nose in my life, and yell at my husband?” Being rude wasn't the intention, but you're suddenly angry. Blame it on the hormones, blame it on the fact that you don't like Lucia at all, or on the fact that she ruined a perfectly good morning.

“Am I supposed to smile and nod when you go around letting him have you?” Her disgusted tone takes you by surprise. Why is she talking like this? What's wrong with this woman?

“My private life is not your business, and if you haven't been paying attention, Keanu is my husband.” Stepping forward, you stare into her eyes. “And I won't have you talking like this.”

Lucia laughs, pacing around a little, a hand covering her mouth as if you just told a joke.

“This man is not–”

“That's enough.” Keanu suddenly shouts, and it startles both of you. You never heard him yelling, and that's completely new. “I won't let you speak like that in my house. I know you're important to (Y/N), but the only thing I won't allow is you ruining her progress. If you keep this up, I'll have to let her doctor know about your behavior around his patient.”

After his thunder voice is gone, you're left in silence. Deep, uncomfortable, tense silence. Lucia seems to be broken though, her face dropped, and both her arms rest on the sides of her body. “I think you should leave now, Mrs. Davis.” You say in a low voice.

She nods, eyes on Keanu. “You'll pay for what you're doing.” Is the last thing she says before storming away, taking her purse and leaving the house, pulling the front door so violently you wonder if she broke something.

Running a hand through your hair, you take a deep breath, turning at Keanu. “What the hell was that?” You mutter, still trying to understand that just happened.

“Are you alright?” He comes closer, and you immediately collapse on his chest.

“I'm alright. She's a bitch.”

“Don't think about it. Let's eat.”

Nodding, you wash yesterday's dishes as he finishes breakfast, and you both sit down to eat. Power is back, thankfully, so you decide to watch some TV as he showers. Laura calls, and you invite her over for dinner. Keanu will have a co-worker, so you'll just need to add another plate. And, after all this, you need to talk to someone.

You're skipping through the channels when Keanu comes back downstairs, and when he settles down next to you, you immediately snuggle closer, until you're pretty much lying down, and you're the little spoon, back pressed against his chest.

“I invited Laura for dinner.” You tell him, still looking for something to watch.

“Are you planning on setting her up with Robert?”

“Is Robert single?” You didn't have this in mind, but now you do.

“He is.”

“Then I'm setting her up with Robert.” You quickly make your mind, carefully turning around on the couch so you're facing Keanu. “I'm sorry, by the way. I didn't think Lucia would explode like that.”

“It's alright, beautiful.” He smiles, placing a kiss on your forehead. “I was thinking... We should take a trip. Two weeks and only if your doctors say it's alright, of course. Just so we could stay away from all this for a while.”

Smiling, you peck his lips. “I'd love that. Could we go to the beach?”

“Wherever you want, sweetheart.”

“Will it... Will it be like a second honeymoon?” You can't remember the first, but you figure it's no good to bring this up now.

Keanu giggles, caressing your chin with his thumb and index finger. “Anything you want.”

“Well, I'll need a new bikini because these two won't feet on the one I have.” You gesture at your breasts, still growing a little. “I could call Laura and we could go shopping.”

“Let me talk to the doctors first. Because there's no way I'm taking you away if they think it will be dangerous.” Keanu reminds you, raising an eyebrow.

“Alright, sir.” Moving on the couch, you start climbing on him, until you're straddling his hips. “But one day I'll be one hundred percent fine. And this won't be a problem anymore.”

“Of course.”

“So... Did you lock the front door?” You ask, placing both your hands on his chest.

“I did. Why?” When you don't answer, but just smiles and sits up, arms around your waist as he captures your lips on a kiss.

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Laura has a perplexed expression on her face as you tell about Lucia. You don't mean to gossip, but Laura is pretty much your best friend, and you need someone from outside to help you understand what the hell happened. Seated on the downstairs balcony, you cross your arms, leg bouncing as you let out the whole story.

“That's crazy.” Laura bursts out. “I get it that you're important to her and everything, but you're an adult, even though you lost your memory. And you have the right to make your own decisions.”

“Thank you.” You breathe out, throwing a hand in the air. “She snapped out of nowhere. And the way she spoke to Keanu? God, I almost considered slapping her in the face.” This makes you giggle, and so does Laura.

“Look, I was... Quite unsure of this in the beginning. But I wanted you to figure things out on your own, and let you know I was there if something happened.” That's true. Laura is always around, and, if anything backfired, if something bad happened between you and Keanu, she'd be the first person you'd call for help. “And with time, I saw that you were doing fine. And I know you love him, and he loves you. I'm sure because I spoke to him myself.” With a sassy smile, she leans back, resting against the chair.

“You did what?”

“I spoke to him.” She shrugs her shoulders. “Nothing matters to me. The age difference, the memory loss, it doesn't matter. The important thing is the feeling. So yes, I called him and had a long conversation about you, and I'm convinced that man in there loves you more than anything. You and this baby.”

Laura sounds so damn sure it brings tears to your eyes. Covering your face with both hands, you start crying. “Stupid hormones!” You exclaim, body shaking with the sobs.

“Oh, (Y/N).” She gets up and hugs you, bending down a little. “I didn't mean to make you cry.”

“It's from happiness, so don't worry.” Calming down, you take a deep breath as she pulls a nearby chair and sits next to you. “Anyway... I'm setting you up with Robert tonight. Keanu's friend and co-worker.” You mutter, wiping the tears away. “So let me know if you like him or not, alright?”

“Alright.” She agrees with an eye roll.

Despite having your mind floating to two different things: you and Keanu, and Lucia's outburst, you manage to enjoy dinner. Robert is kind, and you do think this whole thing with him and Laura could work out.

But in the next days, what you really want to know it about the trip. Things have been getting even better between you and Keanu, you're growing a lot closer now that you're both living like a married couple. And going somewhere else with him would be absolutely amazing. At first, Dr. Wright says it's alright, but some exams will be needed to see if it would be safe. Dr. Harris on the other hand said that you're ready. Your mind is ready, and you hope with all your heart that your body is too.

It takes too many days for Dr. Wright and the others to finally allow you to go. But only for two weeks, and whatever you'll be staying, it has to be near a hospital, just in case. Keanu said something about having a helicopter ready to take you back to New York if something happens, but you don't want to believe he'd do such a thing.

But when you're getting inside the plane, heading to Miami, you're cheerful. You're determined to make this trip amazing, for both of you. This is a mark, a rite of passage. From this day on, you'll forget what happened, you'll forget that you lost something. You can either suffer for the rest of your life for everything you lost or enjoy what you have. And you'll enjoy it because what you have right now is wonderful.

@multific @inumorph @aestheticallywinchester @bvbwestfall @liviiii98 @allie1804-fan @gian-giannina @playboygeniusphilanthropist @partypoison00 @mariafetamina @fortheloveoffanfic @trin303

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ladyvesuvia · 3 years

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✧˖°࿐ 🍾 okay ves, this is not exactly a crush but rather a good friend of mine who I thought I liked for a little while (and may have, but not anymore), but circumstances and bad timing have made it clear that nothing will happen (and he has too... rip 🤟). but i was telling the story in the tags of my last post & i need to tell someone! he's a very funny guy and we're bickering all. the. time. like we genuinely barely talk in any way that's not back-and-forth banter to the point that our mutual friends changed his discord name to 'clara's lover' because of how much of an old couple we seem lmfao. but we do have heartfelt conversations when we're kinda... smashed at parties lol and it's like 4am and everyone is passed out and we're quietly talking and i've come to find out he's genuinely dedicated. like i didn't expect it from him but he's very sweet and attentive in his own ways - he's the only one who noticed i was Feeling Bad and checked on me, went to all the lengths possible to care for a friend of ours when she fell and hit her head... just an all-around surprisingly sweet and dedicated guy? and one time we were outside, it was 3am, i had stepped out to look at the stars cause they're my happy place when i'm down and i was feeling like shit lowkey. and he came outside with a few friends and i just started rambling about the stars and planets and constellations and how much i love them, and i was like, "i'm being so boring rn omg" but he just said that it was so cool i knew all of this? and that he didn't find it boring at all but rather loved it? space is super important to me so i was like <3 i feel Loved and Validated right this instant. later on we all laid on deckchairs and we were talking (with 2 other friends, we were 4 in total) and i remember drifting off to sleep in the middle of the conversation (at that point it must've been 4-4:30am) so it's all very hazy but they thought i was asleep and when it was time to get back inside he said, "i could carry her to her room" and i was like DO I PRETEND I'M ASLEEP SO HE DOES,,, and i was this close but they shook me a bit and so i woke up for real lol but it was one of the sweetest nights in my life and the moment i felt the most closure to all my friends and him in particular. rereading this it sounds like i am whipped for the guy but i'm really not, he's a sincerely good friend and we wouldn't work together romantically anyway so i backed down and i prefer it this way. but yeah this was my hot girl summer little romance daydream ♡ THIS WAS SO LONG SORRY AND IM GONNA HIDE BC WHAT IF SOMEONE I KNOW IRL SEES THIS

OMFG BABE I WAS SO EXCITED WHEN I SAW THIS I NEEDED TO HEAR THIS TODAY BECAUSE I’M IN KINDA THE SAME PLACE

he sounds so amazing!!! 😔 the clara’s lover is just so sweet and made me blush wtf ma’am you’re y/n right now- this felt so fun to read istg and him validating what you’re passionate about??? I LOVE HIM ALREADY AAAAAAAAA

HE’S JUST- AGH READING THIS GAVE ME BUTTERFLIES IN THE BEST WAY POSSIBLE!!! the late night talks- 🤧✋🏻 i want this omg a book based on this would be perfect xx

THE I COULD CARRY HER TO HER ROOM OMFG MA’AM I’D SAY MARRY HIM BUT- HSCNFJJRIWA IDK WHAT TO SAY EVEN JUST HE SOUNDS SO GREAT HE SOUNDS FICTIONAL BUT LIKE IN THE BEST WAY like he’s that one fictional character you want to come to life???? agh i have so many questions like do you guys still talk? are you still friends? is his discord nick still clara’s lover? does he like you? did- I JUST HAVE SO MANY PLS DON’T FEEL SHY TO KEEP SENDING THESE IN BECAUSE I’M NOSY AND THIS IS SO ENTHUSIASTICALLY THRILLING TO ME I GET SO EXCITED BUT WHY NOT ANYMORE :<<<

YOU SHOULD HAVE PRETENDED YOU WERE ASLEEP OMFG I KNOW I WOULD HAVE DONE SO AHAHAHAHAJAJJAWJ wym hot girl summer bESTIE THAT’S MAIN GIRL COMING OF AGE AESTHETIC LOVE STORY THAT DESERVES A HAPPILY EVER AFTER

don’t hide bb this made me want to rant about my similar one omfg u don’t have to read this i just saw a lot of parallels to this and i couldn’t help but sjhdejiw because you saying the “we wouldn’t work out romantically” literally broke me because i feel the same way 😔

i know i say i love angst a lot but damn it why can’t things just be easy and always have a happily ever after?2!/&2@ i told him about writing and he literally said that it’s cool and that i’m good at what i do omfg this guy!!:!:&2 AND WE ALSO HAVE LATE NIGHT TALKS like mostly 12am to 4am just laughing and stuff he’s just someone i feel comfortable with but just imagining what we’d be romantically sounds too unorthodox? idk i mean i do like him and i am in fact head over heels for him but the minute i think about us in the same place that the couples my friends are in, IT FEELS SO STRANGER-Y???

i mean he liked me since 2019 but has been incosistent and he confessed to me on the 31st of december, 2019 BUT I DIDN’T SEE IT OK I WAS JUS TRYNNA REPLY TO PEOPLE HAPPY NEW YEAR and i only saw it like just this june 26 where i replied to it and i said “whatthefuck HAHAHAHA” and he freaked out and said DELETE THAT DELETE THAT hdhdueie idk rlly he’s just so great but i don’t wanna ruin our friendship

PLS THIS FEELS LIKE MIDDLE SCHOOL ALL OVER AGAIN IDK WHY I’M KINDA ENJOYING IT

#vesuvia’s 700 followers soirée #🍾 whiskey whispers #THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY WTF #clara 🏛

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neoculturetechxgot7 · 5 years

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Gardenia on the Crown - J.J.H.

3; White sheets and frustration

pairing: Jung Jaehyun × Reader

genre: angst

length: lil less than 1k words?

warnings: mild language

The moment your hand comes in contact with the bronze coldness of the handle it's impossible to stop your chest from overfilling with waves of relief. You're only seconds away from walking into your newly acquired room, your personal maid awaiting on the other side of the door and fresh, perfumed sheets silently pleading to rest you.

Jaehyun is hot on your tail and although his suffocating grasp fell after reaching the top of the staircase, you can still prominently sense his presence behind your back, each one of his footsteps bouncing loudly against mosaic decorated walls and shiny marble. The burning feeling of his fingers curving around your wrist has now turned into a dull numbness, spreading out like some kind of venom over your skin with a unique lingering warmth.

Without sparing him a single glance, you push the heavy, wooden door open and enter your chamber, gaze instantly landing on the white bedding you've been longing to see all day. A light scent of flora and dust seeps into your lungs as you take a hesitant step inside, observing the room you'd be calling yours until the damned marriage for the first time.

Having arrived too early in the morning to meet both the prince and his father, you haven't had the chance visit it, only sent your maid to settle the luggage and assure everything is in order, even clean if needed. Judging from the looks of it, the royals were very generous with the choice of your temporary place...

Engraved walls, adorned by thin, intricate streaks of gold that shimmer so stunningly under noon sunlight, luxurious furniture on every corner and a bed almost bigger than the one back home, to house all your peachy dreams and grey nightmares. Upon walking further inside with slight precaution, you spot a gigantic bookcase taking up the entire expanse of the west wall, a colourful variety of book spines placed neatly in order on the shelves.

Thank God, they have books in this hellhole.

At least you will be more than comfortable while hiding from Jaehyun in here now.

The very next moment, a girl dressed in crimson red appears in front of you, bowing with her humble eyes falling to the ground in respect. The sight of her, one of the most trustworthy people in your life and probably your closest friend, instantly draws the curve of a smile on your face. Suddenly, it's almost as if that hideous morning fades into wrinkled scraps of memories, as if everything is going to be okay because her mere existence feels like home and that calms you in more ways than imaginable.

She greets you with the kindest voice, a small bow following.

"Can you please bring me my sleeping gown?" You order with a newfound liveliness dripping from your tone, fingertips reaching up to untie the front of your tight dress; sleep, sweet sleep how it's seducing your eyelids so greedily...

But the girl remains still, her gaze only rapidly moving from the floor to your face and on then something far behind you.

Then, it hits.

Swiftly and more aggressively than needed, you spin around on your thin heels just to find his overly too annoying figure leaning against the door frame, eyeing you with bare impatience.

"Why are you still here..." you ask, not able to conceal the obvious irritation oozing from each word.. "...your Highness?"

Jaheyun promptly nods at your maid and proceeds to casualy walk further inside your room -without permission-. "Could you leave us alone for a second, servant?"

Your blood immediately starts to boil upon hearing him. Who does he think he is to invade your private space so carelessly and give orders your maid in such a rude manner? Prince or not you aren't having it.

Watching her bow again and scurry to the door, you want nothing more than to pull the poor girl back and proudly show indiscipline to your future husband, but for the sake of honour, you manage to contain yourself to a dramatic cough to gather both their attention.

"Excuse me, but she is no servant. She's my maid and you have no right to boss her around!" You are nearly yelling, arms crossed over your chest, as the built up frustration has the chance of a small release for the first time today.

He moves aside for the girl to leave and keeps a quiet stance while slowly swinging the door closed.

"First of all, I do have the right." His voice revibrates into the room louder than you expected, before he turns to focus a pair of icy, freezing eyes, with all the intimidation and arrogance they carry, on you. "And second..."

His long strides quickly lead him just in front of where you're standing in the middle of the room, hands folded behind his back.

"What the hell were are you doing?"

You're utterly taken aback by his sudden reaction, not fully understanding what he means. Even so, you stand your ground, taking a step forward and wearing the most stern face you can master, hands subconsciously running over the ruffles of your dress.

"What am I doing?"

"Why did you fake a headache?"

And your limbs fall still, lips slightly parting at a loss for words, your glance descending from his face to the thin white shirt cladding his chest. This is a second blow you didn't expect, although it was quite obvious the pretentious pain and dizziness back there wasn't all that believable.

Does he have confront you for it though, as if he hasn't realised you're practically running away from his oh so noble existence the whole day?

"How did you know I was faking it?"

"Well, you just confirmed it." Damn him "But also, you're a terrible liar."

"The hell I'm not!" Your voice is growing steadily louder and if he steals any more time from your life to kindly piss you off with stupid, pointless accusations, the whole palace will hear your rage.

"Well, for a princess, your acting was awful, sorry to break it to you." His eyebrow arches mockingly, a grin pulling across his lips to reveal the breathtaking grace of pearly teeth and for a second you think how this is the first time he's ever shown you his smile; as much as you hate to admit it, the entire room just got a little brighter and your head feels a little lighter, a little drowsy...

And it miraculously only appears while he is making fun you. How fitting.

"I grew up in royalty. Do you know how good of an actress one must be to pretend they're not bored out of their mind when dancing with princes who's name they don't even remember?" At this point, you're close enough to kick him straight where he deserves for being such a jerk and the air buzzes heavily with the electricity of every tense emotion radiating off of you.

Jaehyun only drops his gaze to the leather shoes he sports, a chuckle escaping him in the process and if you didn't hate his guts so much, it would've made your heart skip a beat or two at how gentle and beautiful the sound is. "Is that so?"

The prince comes to stand just a breath away from you, minimizing the distance with his eyes rising to render you helpless under their dark pits where a lone spark of mischief shines. "Did you feel the same way on our first dance?"

Did he seriously bring that up?

The smugness on his smirk solely grows, he's teasing...

At the reference of the very first night he laid eyes on you, the most obvious shade of red tints your cheeks as you stand frozen, mouth slightly agape in search of an appropriate answer. He managed to leave you speechless, a river of memories from that ball flowing into your mind ceaselessly and after a moment of silence, it strikes you how you are embarrassed yet again in his presence. No man has ever made you blush three times in a day.

Damn. Him.

"Either way, you might need to learn to lie a little better if you want to stand by my side like a true queen one day."

The words slice through your chest harder than a sword as Jaehyun carelessly backs up towards the door, after just having insulted your dignity and simultaneously rubbed this stupid arranged marriage at your face.

It doesn't surprise you anymore how you long so intensely to grab the closest heavy object and throw it straight at him to wipe that sinister smirk off of his face once and for all. He has surpassed the level of patience you're willing to have with him.

How dare he?

"I don't want to stand by your side like anything!" You shout, startling him as the suppressed anger finally bursts and he halts in place, still like a boulder.

He didn't see it coming.

The faintest trace of shock is written across his face in narrow eyes and a parted mouth, the one emotion he doesn't manage to mask all that well.

You're waiting for him to yell back, scold you and degrade you even more for mouthing such a thing, openly showing your disagreement towards marrying him. You're waiting for bad consequences to come, seeing his lips slightly quiver when he tilts his head.

If he meant to say something, you will never know, as Jaehyun spares you one last glance that hides a mixture of anger, disappointment and something else you can't quite define before reaching for the handle. He leaves you in a deafening silence, interrupting it only by banging the door closed with force and you're alone, at last.

Only that now sleep won't seek out for your eyelids so easily, his words tormenting your mind like restless spirits, a bitter echo to remind you how cold the prince truly is, after all.

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lightupmyass · 5 years

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Pairing: Demon! Taehyung x Devil's Spawn! Reader (feat. Seokjin)

A/N: Hello everyone! So this is the first thing over written in a really long time. I had other blogs that I posted on that I have since become inactive on. This blog is a place for me to basically post whatever I want with no theme. Do keep in mind, I haven't actually completely written anything in months so this might be shit, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: pwp, possession, dirty talk, unprotected sex, rough sex, cameo of Seokjin's huge shlong

It's been so long since the first time you heard him, you can't even remember how it happened. Ever since you were a little girl, there's been a little voice inside your head, one different from yours. He always called himself Taehyung, claiming to be sent by your "true father" to keep an eye on you. You never understood what he meant until you were older.

"Sorry about the mix up, ma'am. I promise it won't happen again." You apologize to the woman at your counter, handing her the correct bag of food after an issue with the drive thru orders. "Happen again? Of course it won't happen again! I'm not coming back until you get your employees in line!" The middle age woman shouts, grabbing the bag out of your hand before turning on her heels, leaving you with the biggest fake smile you've ever put on as you silently curse her out. "You know, I still don't see why you let people walk all over you like that, Princess. You're the daughter of the devil, you could literally just banish her to hell and have your father take care of her. You're too nice." Taehyung chuckles. "You obviously don't understand how humans work, Tae. I can't just banish them to hell so Daddy can clean up my mess every time some rude ass bitch tries me." You think back to the demon. This is how your conversations always went. Obviously talking out loud to the voice in your head would look strange to say the least, so you were able to communicate with him through your thoughts. However, that also meant that none of your thoughts were kept to yourself, meaning every little daydream or rude comment you made in your mind were also shared with him.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. I just think you should maybe, I dunno, act less like a human? They're disgusting creatures." He scoffs, making you roll your eyes. "They are not. Some of them are really nice for, certain things." You huff. Luckily your shift is almost over, so you take your apron off, cleaning up to go home. "Sure, because that guy from the other night was so good at those 'certain things'." The reminder of the disappointing hook up from earlier in the week gets to you, your rage slowly intensifying. "That was just one time. Normally things go really well. That night was just, weird. Like, I'm kinky, but that guy was less kinky, more creepy." You cringe at the memory. "You gotta stop getting hung up on them. Find yourself a nice demon to marry. There's one right here that's already stuck with you for life, so why not make it official?" You can't tell if he's serious or not, so you just ignore him.

"Trying to make up for the other night? What, did I get to you earlier?" Taehyung laughs as you take a swig of your drink, scoping out the dance floor. "You know, I could do better than any of the guys out there. I have eons of experience. Just say the words and I can be the best you've ever had or will ever have again." You scoff at his confidence. "Alright, don't break your arm jerking yourself off. I'm sure I can find someone that can please me even better than you ever could." You giggle, catching the eyes of a tall, gorgeous man from across the room. The man smirks, heading towards you as you down the rest of your drink, fixing the hem of your dress so it sits a little higher on your thighs.

"Hey. Sorry, I just had to come over and say that dress looks really good on you." The man smiles brightly at you, towering over you even while you sit on the tall barstool. You smile at the compliment, running a hand over the soft silk button up he has tucked into his slacks. "You don't look so bad yourself. I'm Y/N, and you are?" "Seokjin. Care to dance?" The man asks, holding his hand out to you. "I think I have a better idea." You smirk.

"Oh fuck!" You gasp, Seokjin's huge cock stretching out your walls as he thrusts inside of you, sweat dripping off his forehead to land onto your breasts. His face buries in your neck as you wrap your arms around him. "Please. I can still make you feel so much better. This dude is too vanilla." Taehyung's voice rings through your mind. It was times like this that you wish he could just leave you alone so you could enjoy the pleasure in peace. "So bi-ig. Feels so fucking good." You moan, nails scraping against Seokjin's broad back. "Yeah, big is good and all, but if you don't know how to use it, it's not worth it." You try your best to ignore him, but the more he talks, the harder it becomes. "I mean, a dick like that, if he flipped you over and rammed into you from behind you'd be gushing in seconds. What a waste, doesn't even know how to fuck right." The more he talks, the more you imagine the things he says, and you like it. "He didn't even go down on you either. Is this his first time? This is way too slow for a one night stand. What you need is a good, rough fuck that leave your legs shaking and your head spinning. A fuck where the only thing you can remember is his name." He's just ranting at this point, but you can't help how it makes you feel, the pleasure intensifying as your mind wanders. A loud moan apparently catches his attention, a devious chuckle ringing through your head.

"Like the sound of that, huh Princess? Being fucked from behind, your face shoved into the pillow, or maybe being held against a man's chest while his hand wraps around your throat? So dirty, Princess." He tsks. You bite your lip, trying to hold back your moans, not wanting to show him how much he's affecting you. "Don't you wanna be fucked like that, Princess? Get fucked stupid? I keep telling you, I can make you feel good. Just say the magic words and I can give you everything you deserve. Say the words, Princess. Call my name." Taehyung's voice deepens, and you can feel yourself teetering off the edge, both from his words and Seokjin's cock still fucking into you. "Oh, fuck, please Tae!" You cry out, realizing a little too late what you said out loud. Seokjin stops, pulling away from you. "Tae? Whose Tae?" Shit.

"Oh, it's uh, it's nothing. I just, um-" "Look, I'm sorry, but if you're caught on some other dude, I'm not into it. Feelings with other people get way too confusing. I'm sorry, I can't keep going." Seokjin sighs, sitting up and covering himself with a sheet. You nod, knowing you can't stay. "Hey, if things don't work out with this Tae guy, give me a call, yeah?" He smiles as you get dressed.

"Dammit, Tae. You completely ruined the night. I hope you're happy." You think to yourself, hoping he can tell how pissed off you are at yet another unsatisfying lay. Tossing your keys on your counter top, you sigh, closing your eyes. "Nothing smart to say now, asshole? Just like you to run away and not take responsibility for your actions." You huff, irritated that he's ignoring you now. You plow down on your couch, deciding whether or not you should take a shower before bed, until there's a knock on your door. Groaning, you get up to look through the peephole, seeing a man that you've never seen before. Too angry to think clearly, you open the door, ready to tell at the man to go away. Before you can say anything, however, you're backed into your house, pinned up against the wall and soft lips moving hungrily against yours.

You gasp, pushing the man away in shock. "Hey, what the hell?!" You shout, the man stumbling back a little, a smirk on his face. "Oh, come on now, Princess, don't act like you didn't like it." A familiar voice comes from the strange man, your eyebrows knitting in confusion. "T-Tae? Is that you?" You ask, stunned. The man poses, a big boxy smile taking over his lips. "In the flesh. Well, someone to flesh. Dunno exactly who he is, but it works. Hot, right?" He asks. He's not wrong, the man is incredibly attractive, wavy blonde hair falling into his flawless face, rings decorating his long fingers, earring chain dangling from his earlobe, and a nice suit hiding a seemingly fit body. "Mhm." You hum, trying to keep yourself from drooling. You can barely remember why you were mad until you're backed into the wall again, wrists pinned above your head.

"Why are you home so early? I was hoping to surprise you. What, did he not finish you off?" Taehyung asks, his head cocking to the side as his eyes roam over your body. "Well, apparently saying another man's name is kind of a cock block for some guys." You huff, turning your head to the side. "You actually said my name out loud? Oh, Princess. So needy for me while you were already stuffed full of cock. What a dirty whore." He hums, lips ghosting over the soft skin on your neck. "Well it's not my fault you're so good at dirty talk." You mumble. "I'm good at other things too, Princess. Want me to show you?" You moan as his lips attach to your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin as his leg slips between yours, giving you something to grind on.

He drops your wrists in favor of tugging your dress down, letting it pool at your feet, his eyes enjoying the lack of bra. "Mm, let's go. Bedroom. Now." He orders, giving a smack on the side of your thigh. You jump into action, rushing to your bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed, spreading your legs as he stalks in after you. "Good girl. You're very good at this." He smiles as he leans down, catching your lips in a chaste kiss before kneeling in front of you, large hands running up and down your thighs. "Tae, please. Just fuck me." You whine, grabbing him by the back of his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The denial of release from Seokjin had you even more desperate for Taehyung to make you feel good. He smirks, grabbing your hand and bringing it to his mouth to place a kiss on it. "Y/N, I don't get to use this body for long, so I'm gonna make the most of it. Don't worry, you'll get fucked, but right now, just let me do what I want." He wraps his arms around your legs, your back falling onto the mattress as he pulls your pussy to his face, your legs over his shoulders.

"Been wanting to taste you for so long." He hums against you, the vibrations sending waves through you, making you shudder. "Please, Tae. Make me feel good. Want you so bad. Need you." You beg, hoping he'll stop teasing you. Your wish is granted as he licks a strip up your folds, tongue flicking against your clit before he moans into you. "Shit, Tae." You moan, fingers immediately finding purchase in his hair as your hips move against his mouth, doing everything possible to get the most pleasure. "So wet already. Is it from him, or me?" Taehyung asks, pulling away and using his finger to trace over your slit, coating the digit in your slick. "Y-You. All for you." You moan as he slips his finger inside of you, pumping it slowly. You definitely don't need any prepping, but his long fingers reach exactly where you need them to, driving you crazy as he picks up the pace. "Good girl. I swear to you, no one will ever make you feel as good as I will."

He slips three fingers inside of you, pounding relentlessly as his tongue flicks against your clit, fingers curling perfectly inside of you to have you teetering over the edge in a matter of minutes. You're hit with an intense wave of pleasure, crying out as your legs shake, wetness coating your thighs and his face as he continues through your high, pulling away when you start whimpering. "Damn, you've never done that before." He smirks, rubbing your thighs gently as you calm down, licking what he can of your essence off his face. All you can do is lazily chuckle as you wipe the sweat off your forehead. You start to relax, closing your eyes, calming down a bit until you hear a deep chuckle. Looking up you see Taehyung shirtless, wiping his face with the white button up. "Now Princess, why are you acting like we're finished here?" He chuckles. The cocky smirk on his face, the list and hunger in his eyes, you can't help but feel afraid and excited all over again.

You lick your lips as you examine the body he's borrowed. It's incredible really. Not too buff, but the perfect kind of fit. Somewhat toned but not intimidatingly so. He looked perfect, and the large tent you find growing in his slacks only add to it. You kneel on the bed, beckoning him to come closer. When he does your fingers trace over his waistband, unbuckling his belt as he watches, entertained by how eager you are. Before you can unbutton his pants he grabs your hands, stopping you. "Unh unh. You don't get to see it. If you see, you might like it just because it's the owner of this body. When I fuck you, you're going to focus on the fact that it's me. I make you feel good, understand? Doesn't matter what body I use." You nod in understanding, remembering that this body isn't his to own, and that the next time you summon him, he might need to use another body.

"My sweet Princess. Turn around, ass up, face down. Let me make you feel good." He whispers, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. The way he talks, you sense that maybe this isn't just the simple fuck session you thought it was. You can feel something in your heart, the tone of his words warming your heart while making you drip again. You do as he says, your he'd resting on your pillows as you put yourself on display for him, impatiently waiting as you hear his pants hit the floor, the bed dipping behind you. "Mm, so beautiful." He whispers as his large hands rest of your ass cheeks. Before you know it, the head of his cock is teasing your entrance before pushing into you, earning a loud moan from you as he fills you up. It wasn't bigger than Seokjin's but it was damn close, the position making it even better. He was right, Seokjin had no idea what he was doing, but you know deep down that Taehyung is about to do exactly what he said he would.

"Fuck, still so tight. Always imagined how your cunt would feel. So fucking perfect." He groans, gripping your hips as he buries all the way into you. "Tae, fuck me please. Need you to fuck me nice and hard." You beg, moving your hips, bouncing yourself on his cock. He hums, pumping himself into you. "You want me to fuck you, huh? Nice and hard? Can you handle that?" He asks, pulling out and pounding into you so hard your entire body lurches forward. "Fuck! Yes! Please!" You cry out, gripping onto the pillow by your head. "Fucking slut." He mutters before pounding into you again, tugging your hips to meet his thrusts as you just lay there and take it, being too overwhelmed to actually do anything else. "Is this what you wanted, Princess? Or do you want more?" He asks. You don't know what he means until he grabs your shoulder, pulling you up until you're flush against his chest, his hips still moving as his hand wraps around your throat, his fingers tightening their grip. You gasp, not actually expecting this from him.

"Fuck, you must really like this, huh? Can feel you, clenching around me. I fucking love it." He moans, his teeth digging into your shoulder, causing you to shudder. He drops you, your body falling back onto the bed as he pulls out of you, turning you onto your back before slipping back into you. His hands grip the headboard as he fucks into you again, the force behind his thrusts making the entire bed shake. You try to curse, cry out his name, say anything, but all you're capable of are moans and gasps as he pounds your sweet spot. "Fuck, Princess, you gonna cum for me? Gonna cream all over my cock? Come on, Y/N, want you to cum for me." He groans. It's only a few more thrusts before you lose control, walls squeezing tight around him, triggering his own orgasm and milking him for all he's worth and you ride out your high, gasping for air.

His body collapses on top of yours, the mixture of cum dripping out of your still full hole as his sweat drips onto you. "Fuck. That was amazing." He gasps, finally pulling out of you and laying next to you, your pussy clenching around nothing now as cum drips out of you, making a mess on your sheets. You can only hum in agreement as you turn, resting your leg on top of his as his arm slides under your neck. "You alright, Princess? I didn't break you, did I?" He asks, concerned. You shake your head, still not able to form words, earning a hearty laugh from him. "Did you get fucked silly, Princess? Well, next time, be careful what you wish for. Rest up a little. I'm not done with you yet." He smirks. What the hell did you get yourself into?

#bts smut #v #bts v #bts taehyung #bts jin #kim taehyung #kim seokjin #seokjin #taehyung

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mysticmelove · 5 years

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Hi❤ Can I request a fic about our Cinnamon boi Jihyun Kim falling head over heals inlove to an older (mid 30s?) Male!MC that has child already and divorced to his wife? Like Jihyun's REALLY inlove with him but he is afraid that Male!MC might be disgusted since they're both men (i heard lgbt have been ostracised in SK). At the end, Jihyun confessed and he didn't expected that Male!MC would accept him and his feelings was reciprocate (angst w/ happy end?). I'm sorry of it's too long and thank you!

Confession of love

(V x MC)

V was reluctant to go to the party. He’d barely shown his face in the chat, he hadn’t helped in the slightest really, and overall he had been quite useless. Yet, everyone else seemed to be excited for it, and V had yet to meet their new member. Going would be in his best interests.

“Ha-yoon,” a commanding voice bellowed through the crowd of people. “Ha-yoon.”

It drew V’s attention immediately from the conversation he’d been having with Jumin. His eyes scanned the room for the person it belonged to, someone he had yet to come in contact with but he could admit they had a beautiful tone. Groups of people filling the room were only blurred blobs to V and he shifted his attention back to his close friend.

The sound crossed him only a couple times after that and then fell silent, until he felt a firm thud at his side. He looked down to inspect the cause, finding a small child stood at his feet rather confused.

Jumin sighed heavily as he watched her scan the room nervously, “Who let a child in? I’m sure this wasn’t approved.”

“Maybe she’s lost,” V chimed in, crouching down to her height, despite the fact he couldn’t clearly make out her features. “Are you here with your mummy?” His tone was gentle with her but she was still evidently tense.

“Ha-yoon,” the melodic tone drew closer to V this time and he looked up to see a man before him and the girl. “I thought I told you to stay at my side.”

“I’m sorry...” the young girl pouted as she moved to stand at her father’s side.

He patted her head gently, a sympathetic smile leaving him, before addressing the other men. Jihyun now stood tall, matching the man’s height only a few feet in front of him. “I’m sorry to cause a fuss, she promised she’d behave... But someone can’t keep their promises,” he teased her and she giggled quietly.

His features were obstructed by V’s poor sight but he was taken aback immediately. His voice, his actions, and the little he could make out had the photographer gazing in amazement. He wasn’t one to fall head over heals so recklessly- especially after Rika’s ‘death’- but his mind burned with only positive thoughts of the man he could barely see.

“This wasn’t approved on my behalf,” Jumin spoke cold heartedly, causing the girl to take cover behind her father’s legs.

“I know... It was very short notice, but Jaehee was very kind about the whole situation.”

“Excuse me but, I don’t believe I know your name,” V interrupted, paying no mind to his friend beside him.

“Of course,” the older man extended a confidence hand, “I’m MC. It’s very different seeing you all in person, rather than in the messenger.”

How stupid of him to not know who it was. The past week had been hectic, but not enough for him to not even know who their new member was. V smiled as he shook his hand, looking to the little girl, “You didn’t mention you were a father... And how old are you?”

“...Seven...”

“Well, I must say you look very beautiful in that dress, Miss Ha-yoon.”

“The others mentioned your sight to me...” MC spoke quieter now: “Is it really okay?”

His voice was plagued with concern and V wished dearly that he could see the look on the other man’s face. “Things aren’t as clear as they once were but I’m doing okay.”

“That’s good to know,” he smile gently.

Jumin had since been called away to attend to other guests and things became less formal. “...I didn’t know you were married...”

“Oh, I’m not,” he laughed at the comment. “I’ve been divorced for quite sometime; it’s just me and Ha-yoon, when she’s not with her mother.”

He had a child, he’d been married and divorced, there was probably more he had yet to find out, but V was intrigued by the man. MC had done nothing to revive this response, nor did V know why he felt this way but they continued to talk. “Forgive me for asking but, how old are you?” He could hear MC freeze at the comment and he panicked immediately: “Just– Just because I can’t see, you know? It’s hard to tell how old people are...”

“It’s fine,” he laughed once more and V swooned slightly for the sound. “I’m 35.”

Was nine years his senior a stretch? Surely that wouldn’t matter in time; then again, that wasn’t his biggest issue.

His time spent in the messenger after meeting MC formally increased tenfold. He couldn’t get over the sound of his voice replaying over and over again in his head, he wished desperately to get to know MC better, and he couldn’t help but imagine his features. They were beautiful, of course. V could only guess that his eyes shone bright and his hair was soft to the touch, but it didn’t stop his from believing it. Hours upon hours were spent thinking of a sight he could only wish to see, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. His heart seemed to flutter violently whenever he thought of MC; he hadn’t felt that feeling in such a long time.

Despite this, his head remained full of negative, lingering thoughts. V had never imagined he’d fall head over heels for another man, but he had, and he had fallen deep into his new found one-sided love. He thought it wrong: he’d never had these thoughts- he’d been engaged to a woman not too long ago- and yet he wanted to hold and be held by someone he had only physically met once. With time, he found no issue accepting the fact he felt this attraction, but he couldn’t help but wonder how MC felt. He, himself, had been married, he had a child, and was obviously a man of honour. He would turn down V in an instant. For all he knew, MC would think of him as purely vulgar.

MC: do you want to grab lunch with me tomorrow, maybe coffee? ^^

Jihyun was drawn away from his repetitive thoughts as his phone buzzed mere inches away from him. God, he was crushing on this man; his cheeks flushed at the single sight of the older man’s name, and only grew brighter at the proposed plans.

V: of course I would!

MC: Great! I’ll see you there

His hands trembled slightly as he typed. Simultaneously regretting and approving of every word on his screen.

V: ,,,I have something I need to tell you and I’m not sure how you’ll react;;; Will Ha-yoon be there?

MC paused at the message, clearly waiting for quite some time before he replied.

MC: No, she’s with her mother... Is everything okay?

V: Yeah, I just want to talk- just the two of us.

His words felt blunt and rough around the edges but he had done it. He had set himself up to confess and that’s exactly what he’d do.

MC: I’ll see you tomorrow then! ^^

The Café was bustling with people- no more than blobs in V’s peripheral. His entire point of blurred focus was directed at the man before him. Stunning. Beautiful. Gorgeous. V could go on forever if he was asked to.

Their food sat idle on their plates as they made small talk. Jihyun was smiling stupidly whenever MC spoke, but he couldn’t care less.

“It’s nice to see you smile, you always seem so pressured in the messenger.”

His cheeks were alight within an instant, “Ah, I just enjoy spending time with you; it’s been awhile since...” Since Rika... Since he’d had true company... Since he felt in love with someone.

MC was quick to change the subject; he could feel V’s unease at his own words. “You said you wanted to tell me something?”

“Oh...”

“Just the two of us?” His laugh heavenly.

There was only one way around it, really. Say it quickly and get it over and done with. His hands cupped his coffee mug anxiously, his eyes falling to them. He took a single deep breath before he started: “...I don’t know how you’ll feel about this... and you’ll probably be disgusted or worse but...”

“You sound as if you’ve killed someone,” he joked wholeheartedly, and V softened slightly.

“We lead very different lives, I haven’t known you for long, and I don’t know your opinions on this but...” His voice dropped to a whisper, trying to avoid the ears if surrounding people, “I think I might be in love with you?” The older man didn’t respond and he sighed, hiding his face behind his hands and contemplating what to do next. He couldn’t run- that’d just be stupid. His delivery was probably too genuine to say he was joking. It wasn’t as if he could just ignore MC after this.

Gentle hands pulled his own from his face and he felt the sweet placement of soft lips on his skin. “Don’t be ashamed of anything. You aren’t the first man,” he winked with a devilish grin and Jihyun knew all his worries had disappeared in that moment.

“You really don’t mind?”

“People stop caring with age,” he smiled brightly into V’s knuckles, “Love is nothing more than a feeling between two people... You are surely the nicest person I’ve met in a long time, and Ha-yoon is extremely fond of you.”

“Well... I’d like to get to know both of you much better.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #v x mc #mystic messenger v #mysme v #jihyun kim #mc mystic messenger #mc myseme #mystic messenger drabble #mysme drabble #mystic messenger headcanon

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panda-noosh · 5 years

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Ooooh if you're still doing Avatar... Could we have a sokka x reader (or shiro tbh) where its in the middle of the last battle and they don't think they're gonna make it through so they get married in the middle of the fight like in pirates of the caribbean??

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notes: *inhales* i’ve never seen pirates of the caribbean please forgive me if this is inaccurate i just made up my own version

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Sokka knew this was it.

There was no longer any point in pretending that any of them had a chance. The mission had failed, and was continually failing. There was no escape route, nowhere to run or hide or duck for shelter. They were entirely doomed right now, and Sokka was finally letting himself come to terms with that fact.

He was hollow, yet full of emotion at the same time. He wanted to scream and yell and fight with everything he had in him, but he also wanted to curl up on the grass and let the earth take him into it’s clutches, hide him from this god forsaken battle that he shouldn’t have even been in in the first place.

He knew he had signed up for this when he agreed to go with Aang and Katara. He knew this was what he should have expected, and once upon a time, this was the life he wanted to live. He had always wanted to be a warrior, prove to the people back home that he could fight and he was going to be just as great as his father - but then he met you, and that all seemed to change.

The line of his future shifted to something else, something more domestic yet complex at the same time. All of a sudden, Sokka didn’t want to spend the rest of his life on the battle field. Though he knew that fighting and saving people would always be a part of him, he could see himself settling down and having a family with you in the long run. In fact, he craved it.

But he had to let go of those fantasies now, because there was no way he was making it past this horrible night.

You were beside him. That was the only thing keeping him going, knowing that if he died, you would be left completely unprotected, and god only knew what would happen if you saw him drop to the ground. He didn’t want you to see him die, so he stayed standing.

“Sokka!” you cried out. He span on his heel, eyes widening. The battle hadn’t gone quiet, but they weren’t as deeply under attack as they had once been. The Fire Nation had spotted Aang and Appa in the distance and had steered their attention in that direction.

“Are you okay?” Sokka panted, rushing over to you. He cupped your face, tilting your head to and fro to make sure you were okay - you weren’t. He would be a fool to try and convince himself of otherwise, as there were scratches indented all over your flesh, and blood coated every inch of your body.

He inhaled, slowly shaking his head. “This is it, isn’t it?”

You closed your eyes tightly, and the first set of tears fell. “We weren’t meant to go like this.”

“I know.” He pressed his forehead to yours, sighing. “I know.”

“We had plans,” you whispered.

Sokka nodded slowly, his hands falling from your cheeks to your neck where he gently rubbed his thumbs over the mud streaked, scarred skin. You shuddered in his grip, reached up and placed your hands on his lower arms, as if he was the only thing keeping you from collapsing. That was what Sokka would always be, what he wanted wanted to be - an anchor for you to hold on to when times got difficult.

The decision was last minute. In fact, the words had barely processed fully in his mind whenever he was suggesting it - another one of Sokka’s crazy ideas, something nobody would take seriously until it actually came down to using it as a last resort. That was all it was, and yet it ignited something in him that he couldn’t stamp out.

“Let’s get married.”

Your eyes shot open, jaw falling. “What?”

Sokka ignored the sounds of battle ringing out behind him and grabbed your hands, dragging you to the side. “I don’t have an engagement ring or anything, and I don’t really wanna get on my knees in the mud. But let’s just get married - right here, right now. Before we die.”

“Sokka, you’re absolutely insane.”

An explosion rang out behind them. Sokka grinned, staring down at you. “Is that not one of my charms?”

You inhaled deeply, squeezing his hands. For a second, Sokka truly believed that his last memory on earth would be the memory of rejection, and his stomach did a tiny flip. Even in these circumstances, he still wanted you to say yes, wanted you to be willing to marry him at any given moment.

He bit his lip. “Please?”

And then you were nodding. “Let’s do it. Let’s get married.”

It wasn’t a ceremony, was barely even an event. Only Momo bore witness to the sharing of the vows, but in these circumstances, neither of you could afford to be picky.

It wasn’t grand, but it was certainly memorable, and at the end of the day, that was what Sokka wanted. Something he could clutch close to him as death tangled itself upon him, something he could remember. And although it wasn’t grand and big and flattering, although mud was coating his face and his hands were caked in blood and scars, it was perfect for the two of you because you were together.

“I do,” you finally whispered, concluding the ceremony.

Sokka closed his eyes and pressed his lips to your own. He pushed away the thought that this might be the final kiss the two of you share, pushed away the idea that this was all he would be able to give you - war, destruction, hostility, violence. The two of you would never be able to settle down and have a family, sit around a hearthed fire in your small little cottage with perhaps a few children running around. You would never be able to do any of that, but in this moment, Sokka didn’t really mind.

You kissed him back furiously, knotting your hands in his robes before pulling away and gasping for breath. “That was … the craziest thing we’ve ever done.”

He smiled, grabbed your hand and turned towards the battle. “Now lets go and help our friends - but as a married couple this time.”

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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For reasons, Tony had to be married in 6 months or he lose ownership of Stark Industries. Bucky (and some if not all the Avengers of your choosing) eagerly volunteered, but Tony thought that they're doing this because they feel sorry for him and almost decided to let SI go and make a new company. Bucky is heartbroken because he thought Tony would rather lose SI than to marry Bucky.

“Sir, Miss Potts is waiting for you in the east conference room,” JARVIS announces in the wake of Steve concluding the strategy session.

Bucky turns along with the rest of the Avengers to Tony, who shrugs.

“Looks like I’m in trouble,” Tony declares with a wink, and he stands to leave.

Conversations pick up again. Vision returns to discussing strategy with Steve despite the conclusion of the meeting. Natasha mediates an argument between Clint and Sam about pizza toppings.

Bucky watches Tony slip from the room as he fingers the handle of the knife in his pocket. He hasn’t been with the Avengers for long, but even he knows that Pepper Potts does not wait. As CEO of Stark Industries she doesn’t have time to wait.

Bucky’s mix of trepidation and curiosity is reflected in the rest of the Avengers by the way that everyone slowly trickles out of the room and, instead of dispersing as usual, they migrate as a herd to the communal kitchen.

At least it doesn’t take long for everyone’s curiosity to be satisfied. Super soldier hearing isn’t required to hear Tony slam the conference door open and stomp down the hall.

“This is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard, and I’ve seen some of Justin Hammer’s patent ideas,” Tony rages. “More ridiculous than Hammer, Pepper!”

“I am very aware of how ridiculous this is,” Pepper says, her heels clacking on the floor as she follows him. “But this is out of my control. I just came to warn you.”

Tony spills out into the open kitchen and living room area, and gestures to the Avengers as they congregate and pretend they weren’t waiting. “Tell her how ridiculous this is. I mean really, in this day and age?” He turns back to Pepper, voice low and a small smile on his face. “You know, the easy solution would be for us to -”

“No,” Pepper firmly says. Her face twists in something like sympathy, Bucky thinks, and it sets off even more alerts in his brain. “No.” Then she hides that expression behind what tries to be an amused smile and continues, “I already have your company. I don’t need to marry you for it.”

Bucky frowns, his heart pounding, but if there’s any disappointment at the rejection Tony hides it where Bucky can’t see.

Tony smiles, showing his teeth. “Technically it wouldn’t be for the company, it would be for me.”

“No,” Pepper repeats. “I’m happy to help you in any other way except the easy solution. And,” she says, holding up a finger, “this is the one and only time you ever get to refer to me as ‘easy,’ but never again.”

“Noted,” Tony quickly agrees.

(More after the break!)

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, stepping forward.

Bucky slides to the back of the Avengers, setting himself up with a corner behind him so he can see everyone and all the angles.

“Despite my years of hard work, the Board of Directors at SI still have a bunch of sticks up their asses,” Tony replies.

Steve turns to Pepper, but she only sighs and nods. “A number of them seem to be making plans to force Tony into settling down,” she says.

“What?” Clint exclaims.

“Right? How ridiculous is that idea?” Tony says.

“The goal isn’t to stop Tony from being Iron Man or an Avenger,” Pepper explains. “But a serious relationship, or even better - something like marriage - would add stability and responsibility to his image and help control the PR and fallout a bit better from… well, everything that you all get up to.”

“Because saving the world on a weekly basis isn’t enough to prove stability or responsibility,” Steve replies with a frown, crossing his arms.

“Not when you’re doing it right,” Clint comments and holds his hand up for a high-five. Sam elbows him the ribs instead.

“What leverage are they using for this?” Natasha breaks in, though it doesn’t disrupt Steve’s disappointed expression that had redirected to Clint.

Tony grins, shark-like. “I’ll find that out when they try to encourage my cooperation in unofficial ways, but given the ringleader of this mutiny I would bet they’ll try to force me out.”

“Of your own company? That’s cold,” Sam hisses, shaking his head.

“It’s my company,” Pepper inserts smoothly. “But with pressure from the majority of the Board, there’s little I can do to head this off at the pass, at least right now. Make a plan and let me know how I can help,” she tells Tony. Then she kisses his cheek in goodbye and heads out the door.

Bucky fingers his knife. As both a sniper and an assassin, he knows what it feels like to miss his moment of opportunity. He knows he’s losing it, right now, feels it slipping through his fingers even as Tony rolls his eyes and declares how ridiculous and old-fashioned - and not even 1940s old-fashioned, like medieval era of old-fashioned! - this entire situation is. Tony needs a stable relationship. Tony needs someone of marriageable quality. Bucky doesn’t know if that’s him, but he’s running out of time to find out.

Bucky had only just gotten around to proper flirting, but he wants more. He wants a lot more, with Tony, and now he’s losing his chance. Pick me, he thinks, wishing he could simply transmit that into Tony’s brain and not have to voice it in front of the entire team.

“Well, dude, if you need someone to take one for the team, I’m your man,” Sam volunteers, and Bucky freezes.

Bucky grips his knife and runs through the consequences of letting it fly at Sam. Clint bursts out laughing, and the rest of the Avengers, even Natasha, raise an eyebrow.

“You got something you want to confess there, Bird Boy?” Tony asks with a grin.

It makes Bucky glad that his words didn’t make it past his throat and that they stay buried in his brain. How can he declare any type of sincere affections now?

“I’m not saying I’m a gold digger but…” Sam shakes his head. “I ain’t gonna cost much compared to what you got,” he finishes with a wink. “I think I’d make a good trophy husband, just sayin’.”

Tony laughs, but Bucky wants to strangle Sam. He’d no longer even use the knife, his bare hands would work just fine.

That urge soon applies to the whole team, because what Sam started now has other Avengers volunteering. Clint tosses out an offer and starts listing all the skills he’d bring to a marriage (the top one being archery). Vision wonders if he can even legally complete the process (but would be happy to try). With a shrug of her shoulders, Natasha volunteers too (there are worst people to get tied to). Bruce says he’s done crazier things (please don’t ask).

Even Steve volunteers to marry Tony, saying he’d happily stare down the Board of Directors and also cause as much havoc for his ‘husband’ as possible. Steve believes no one should force Tony into this position and while it’s not based on romantic feelings, Bucky feels betrayed anyway.

Not that Bucky had told Steve that Tony catches Bucky’s eye, but still.

Bucky has now thoroughly missed his moment. If he says anything now, his offer would never be taken as genuine. It would be a friend helping out a friend, like Steve, or he’s-not-a-gold-digger-but, like Sam. It wouldn’t be taken as Bucky not able to stop thinking about what it’d be like to spend more time with Tony.

“We could make a reality show like the Bachelor!” Tony exclaims, who laughs at all the offers and pretends to swoon at each one. “I could make you all compete for my hand in marriage on national television. That would really convince the Board that I’m settling down.”

Bucky quietly slips away, unnoticed.

The joke continues all week. Clint finds a Ring Pop and enacts a dramatic proposal. Steve doesn’t stop talking about marriage equality and the freedom to choose. Sam refuses to put a shirt on and flexes every time Tony walks into the room.

Each time, Bucky slinks away leaving a laughing Tony with the contender.

It isn’t until Bucky returns from the farmers’ market on Saturday morning that he’s alone with Tony. Bucky is unloading his purchases - some plums, apples, a spicy cheese he hadn’t seen before, and homemade bread rolls - when Tony wanders in with an empty coffee cup in hand.

“And how is today’s harvest?” Tony asks as he starts a fresh pot of coffee before peeking over Bucky’s shoulder.

“Good,” Bucky replies as he continues unloading. He’s keenly aware of Tony standing right behind him, of Tony watching his movements, and Bucky tosses a questioning look over his shoulder.

Tony leans back against the counter and turns his gaze to the coffee pot instead.

“You know, you’re one of the few who hasn’t offered me your hand in marriage yet. I’m almost offended, unless you’re planning on staging one of those last minute objections at the ceremony. Then I’ll give you full points for dramatics.”

Bucky gives himself a moment to dredge up his courage. “Wasn’t sure mine would be welcomed,” he starts, turning to face Tony. “But I’ve been thinking, and -”

“Stop,” Tony interrupts, holding up a hand. He scrubs his face and sighs. “Nevermind, forget I said anything. I really don’t need another offer of marriage out of pity or whatever you all are doing so please save it for the next damsel in distress.”

“Pity?” Bucky repeats in confusion.

“Or whatever,” Tony says, waving it away. He pastes on a smile and rolls his eyes, then reaches over to grab an apple from Bucky’s bag. “It’s cute, I guess, but I’m not interested in a sham marriage even if it does satisfy the Board’s term and conditions,” he explains and then bites into the apple.

“You should wash that first,” Bucky chastises.

“I like to live on the edge,” Tony mumbles around his mouthful. He takes another bite and then grins at Bucky.

“I wouldn’t want a sham, either,” Bucky admits, his heart beating loud. He can’t look at Tony, has to turn back to his plums. He arranges them in a neat line on the counter. “And it wouldn’t be, with me. Not on my end.”

Several moments pass with just the sound of Tony chewing. Then finally Tony says, “Huh.”

Bucky’s shoulders hunch. At least no one else is around to see his rejection.

“I’m not going to do what the Board wants,” Tony says. “Sometimes, in a blue moon, I’ll listen to them about products or stocks or projections - the business shit they theoretically understand - but never about my personal life. I’m certainly not going to drag anyone else into complying with their ridiculous demands.”

“Not even if it costs you your company?” Bucky manages to ask.

“Solid eighty-six percent chance they’re bluffing, and even if not,” Tony continues, taking another bite of apple, “I can just create a new company, steal all the best people including the CEO, and laugh in their face when they go down in flames. Simple as that.”

Bucky nods. “Sounds good.”

He still doesn’t look up from the plums. He grabs one in his left hand and rubs his thumb against the skin. It was how he’d practiced controlling the strength of his arm, and now he doesn’t even second guess that his grip won’t bruise the flesh underneath.

Bucky hears Tony clear his throat and step closer.

“Great. Now that that’s settled, you got something you want to ask me?” Tony asks.

Bucky turns, brow furrowed in question.

Tony sighs. “Fine, I’ll do it. Dinner tonight, you and me, seven o’clock.”

Bucky smiles, warmth diffusing through his chest. “That ain’t a question,” he teases.

“What do you want from me?” Tony groans, throwing his hands in the air. “Do you know how hard you are to track down when you’re doing your disappearing act, because I can have Steve tell you how hard you are to find, okay, or Sam, or Natasha, or -”

Bucky steps closer to Tony. “Will you go to dinner with me tonight?” he asks, grinning so wide that his lips hurt.

“Done, yes,” Tony agrees. “Finally. Can we call that sorted? JARVIS, make sure to remind me.”

“Noted, Sir,” JARVIS replies.

“It’s a date,” Bucky says. “An’ I promise not to propose at the end,” he adds.

Tony grins, sharp and dirty. “Well, no marriage proposals, anyway. I’m open to hearing any other proposals you might have.”

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #prompts #hddnone #Anonymous

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