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imkillerbae · 10 months

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Is it bad that i wanna request for another yoru x reader angst with no good ending😭??? Any plot would be fine like reader dying or like yoru seeing y/n with someone in the proctocol or vice versa

I really really love your writings and everything and made sure i read all of them because they were all *chefs kiss*

EYo, thanks for requesting! This got a bit long so I hope u don’t mind. There were so many things I could do with this request so I kinda went overboard with the word count oops. I’m not good at writing short stories. And thank you for reading all of my fanfics! I hope u enjoy reading them as much as I enjoy writing them. I hope u enjoy this one!

If you have any other ideas, please request! I love hearing from you!!! :DDD

Every Second (Angst Valorant Yoru x Reader)

tagging: @sv03

Word count: 3.5k

CW: Angst, no happy ending, on screen character death, mentions of blood, depressed character, poor mental health character

Yoru laid on his bed, staring emptily at the ceiling. He’d lost his sense of time, being cooped up in this gray room for days he didn’t bother to count. His clothes stuck to him, and so did his hair, its dye fading as every hour passed. His eyes were unfocused, his breath shallow. The only sound he could hear was the perpetual ticking of his clock, edging him to insanity with each second, together with the faint beating of his cold heart.

He was only kept sane by the visions he had, the memories he kept replaying in his head. They were better than sleep, because even if he saw you as beautiful and happy as he remembered you to be, you still showed up in his nightmares.

He’d rather stay awake and choose what he saw than gamble on sleep and seeing you die over and over and over again. If he had to see that nightmare again, he might just lose his mind.

He buried that bad dream, that nightmare, deep inside his brain but it kept gnawing at him, crawling and scratching. It was driving him to madness. He couldn’t sleep from it. He couldn’t eat. His clothes sagged on his body, and no matter how much the other agents try, they couldn’t get him out of the room.

He wouldn’t even leave it to go to your funeral.

He fooled himself into thinking you were still here.

“Y/N L/N. I’m the new agent. Nice to meet you,” you greeted, smiling happily and raising your hand to shake his. He only stares at it with an unamused look, then he looks back at you. “I know you’re trying to get on our good graces, but it’s a dumb move to expose your real name,” he says curtly, tucking his hands deeper in his pockets.

You raise a brow, challenging him. “And how would you know if that was my real name?” You say innocently, putting your hand down.

He narrows his eyes at you. “Tch. As if any callsign would be that long,” he accused.

“You still wouldn’t be able to tell if that was my real name. It could be an alias for all you know, or a fake identity. Checkmate.” You shrugged and smiled smugly.

He scowled at your remark. “Alright smartass. Real name or not, I don’t need it to put you in your place. So, stay in your lane unless you want me to do it for you. Got that L/N?” He warns grimly, ready to turn around and head back to the briefing room.

You indulge his threats by giving him a nod, still smiling smugly. “Yes Sir. Aye aye, Captain. Will do, boss.” You were relentless in getting on his nerves.

“That’s Yoru to you,” he answers your unasked question. Finally you smile at him, and his heart skips a beat.

You had a pretty smile. It somehow sent an electric current up his spine, and he had to look away.

“Nice to meet you Yoru. Hoping we work with each other soon, you seem a lot of fun!”

This was how you both first met. You were a trusting person, even if he wasn’t the most amicable agent in the protocol. Deep inside, he was glad that you weren’t quick to judge based on his rugged and intimidating appearance. And he admired that you didn’t take his shit lying down. You were good at twisting every situation to your favor.

If he knew how short your time together would be, he would have shaken your hand. He would bask in the warmth of your skin, and he would never let you go.

“L/N, visual in A?”

“6 meters, 10 o’clock, Cypher cam, destroy it before pushing.”

“I need healing.”

“I’ll meet you in the LZ. Until then, please keep safe Yoru.”

“Don’t need to tell me twice. Make it there L/N.”

“Roger that.”

He remembered missions with you, and how in sync you both were. You watched his back, he watched yours.

“Good gunning out there L/N. Not on my level, but not too bad.”

“Har, har, Yoru. But seriously, thanks for saving my butt earlier. A little later and I would’ve been toast!”

“No need to make a big fuss over nothing. Next time, wait for me before you push. I’ll clear the way for you.”

“Awww, you’re so sweet~ Said like a true gentleman.”

“Urusai. I’m saying it as a duelist.”

“But I like it when you flirt~ More of a Phoenix trait. But it suits you too.”

“…I can be smooth when I want to be.”

He remembers the banter you both shared, the friendly competitions, the names you called each other. He was your dumbass, you were his idiot.

“You’re such a dumbass! Why did you have to run in the rain? Now look at you, all snotty and icky.”

“The fuck is that supposed to me—ACHOO!”

“Point proven. Be thankful I’m here wiping your snot and changing your towel.”

“Hey, I wasn’t the idiot who left their phone on the other side of the base.”

“I told you that I would get it myself Yoru. I was literally grabbing an umbrella.”

“You took too long. It would’ve drowned if it weren’t for me.”

“And look where that got you. You’re so stupid sometimes, I don’t know what goes through your head.”

“Can you just be thankful I saved your phone? And be thankful that you’re the one who’s not sick right now?”

“…yeah. Thanks, dumbass. What would I do without you.”

“You would be buying a new phone, that’s what you would be doing.”

He was such a loner in the protocol, even with Phoenix and Neon around. He never thought love was meant for people like him; people who had no space in their heart other than their own selfish goals. He couldn’t keep friendships for long, let alone romances. So, he never really gave it much thought.

But ever since he met you, it’s as if the world he knew was flipped upside down. He felt like there was something more to look forward to everyday. He had someone other than himself, and you made him feel less alone. Whenever his eyes met yours, he felt like a weight was being lifted off in his heart. His chest feels open and somehow the world just seems brighter.

Looking at you, hearing your voice, feeling your warmth, it made him want to fall in love.

“Happy birthday, Yoru~ Happy birthday Yoru~!”

He was in the basement garage when you suddenly entered through the backdoor, holding a plate of chocolate cake, crudely pierced with a single candle. He didn’t celebrate his birthday. He didn’t need to. For years, it had always been just any other day of the year. By mistake he mentioned the date to you, but thought nothing of it.

And for the first time ever, in years, someone remembered.

He rose from his seat on the floor, wearing a gray shirt and black sweatpants, his hair down but headbanned. He was tinkering with his bike, and he had oil smears everywhere. He furrowed his brows at you as you walked carefully, making sure the candle stayed lit in the drafty room.

“Happy birthday, dear Yoru, happy birthday to you~!” You finished, holding up the plate, the candlelight flickering in front of your face. “Tada! Got you a cake. I don’t know what flavor you preferred but chocolate was the safest option so I went with it.” You smiled shyly.

“L/N, you shouldn’t have…” he starts, staring at the flame as it waved invitingly. “I wanted to bake you a cake, and believe me, I tried. But it ended up in disaster so I just rushed out of the island as fast as I could and bought a cake instead. Sorry,” you apologized, and he shook his head in disbelief.

“I don’t celebrate my birthday L/N. You shouldn’t have bothered,” he replies sternly, turning back to tinker with the bike. His heart was pounding, overwhelmed. Someone remembered, and it squeezed at his heart.

Someone cared. Someone bothered to remember him.

“Hey! I didn’t get this cake for you to just brush me off! Turn around and make a wish, dumbass.” You scowled, kicking his foot. When he was able to calm his heart, he turned around and glared, rolling his eyes. “Go on,” you held the plate higher for him, and he stared at you for a moment, making his wish. After a while, he bent down and blew the candle off, earning a wide smile from you. His heart skips a beat.

“What did you wish for?” You asked curiously, and he scowls. “None of your business. Now stop bugging me, I’m working on the bike.” He waves at you dismissively. He didn’t want you to see him get emotional over a cake.

“Aren’t you going to eat the cake?” You asked hopefully, your smile fading. His heart clenches. Fuck.

“Just leave it by the table. I can’t eat right now, I’m smothered in oil grease.”

“Well, take a break! Sit down, I’ll feed you the cake.”

“Iyada. No way.”

“Just sit down! Or else I’m not leaving.”

“Fine.”

You both shared that cake, despite his protests about using a single fork. You sat on the table cross-legged while he leaned against it. He would turn to you occasionally for a piece of cake that you would feed him. Meanwhile, you talked about how hard it was to bake a cake, and he listened absentmindedly.

His heart was so full, he couldn’t focus on your voice. Someone remembered him. Someone cared enough to try and bake a cake for him. For the first time in a while, he didn’t spend his birthday alone.

“What does stiff peaks mean? Well, it means that when you pull your whisk off the egg whites, it stands on its own. What did I do? I put it in while it was still foamy and runny. I… are you okay?” You asked as you noticed his eyes watering.

He then turns his head to the opposite direction, a few tears fall from his eyes, and he quickly wipes them away. “Oil grease,” he mutters, and you believed him. And while you continued talking, he took a big breath.

This was the best birthday celebration he ever had. He really didn’t wish for anything when he blew the candle, but now he was truly making one: he wished to spend the rest of his birthdays with you.

You stayed with him as he worked on his bike back then. He should have told you how he felt then, so that your time as lovers was longer. Even if it was just by a few weeks.

He’d make every second he had with you count.

“W-why are we separating from the crowd?” You laughed as he dragged you to the terrace. The party going on inside the base was getting rowdy, and he wanted you all to himself.

You had a martini on your hand, topped with a grape pierced with a mini umbrella. You were a bit flustered from the alcohol, and so was he. He needed the extra liquid courage. Because as much as he was unafraid to push sites with the threat of bullets going through his skull, he was more scared of messing this up.

He held your hand as you both stood by the banister, the sunset over the ocean illuminating your faces. With the dewy sunset glow on your face, your hair gracefully flowing to ocean breeze, and your smile that he adored so much, he felt so in love. He couldn’t keep it to himself anymore.

“What?” You smiled shyly, primping your hair, feeling a bit conscious from his staring. He squeezed your hand, willing himself to speak.

He remembered this memory so vividly. If only he knew, he’d repeat these same words to you everyday.

“Y/N L/N, what I feel about you is hard to explain. And I know I’ll fuck up my words anytime I try. The best way to go about it was to just explain what I go through whenever you’re with me, and whenever you’re gone.

“Y/N, when I’m with you, I feel weightless. I never understood what butterflies in the stomach meant until you came into my life. Whenever you’re close to me, my heart beats so fast as if I ran a marathon across the globe. Whichever direction I chose to run, I always kept coming back to you.

“And when you’re gone, the world just seems so foreign. My day doesn’t go by without the thought of you. I admit that I’m very selfish with my time. In this line of work, there isn’t an abundance of it, but somehow for you, I am not selfish. Keep me up at night, occupy my daydream. Take all my time, waste it if you’d like. Just as long as I’m with you in every second of it.

“I… fuck. Okay, fuck it. I love you. That’s the shortest way to put it.” He blurted out, grimacing. He was so focused on spilling his heart out that he didn’t notice that you were blushing madly against the sunlight. He looks at you as you stared at him with wide eyes, mouth agape. “Yoru…” you whispered, and he avoids your eyes.

“I know. I sound so pathetic right now. But the more I spend time with you, the harder it gets to pretend I don’t want you that way. I was never looking for anything like this, but… you’re all I want now.” He sighs, leaning on the banister.

You stood there frozen, too shocked to even say anything. You knew Yoru as someone who just kept to himself, he didn’t like sharing his emotions. Sure, he’d occasionally make sure you knew he was mad by yelling, but you never knew how much he could keep from you.

You watch him as he grasped at his hair, pulling it in frustration. “You even make me say shit I wouldn’t normally say, kuso. I sound so disgusting right now.” He sighs again, looking back at you.

You were in tears, the sunset’s dying light reflecting from your tears.

“R-Ryo… I thought… you’d never say it…” you smiled through the tears. “Fuck, finally, you say it first! I fucking love you too idiot!” You cry, all the pent-up affection released as you jump and hug him, his strong arms catching you. You hugged him tightly, your feet kicking in the air. You took his breath away with those words.

“I wanted to tell you first but I was scared that you weren’t ready. And that if I told you, you’d push me away,” you pulled away, holding his cheeks as he held you up. “I fucking love you Ryo Kiritani, and from now on, I’ll make sure you know that every second of the day, 24/7, 365 days a year.” You laughed, and before long, he cracked a smile. “I…I love you too. I do.”

He smiled at the ceiling at the memory. He loved your smile, he loved your laugh, he loved the way you say his name. A cold tear rolls from his eye down to the side of his cheek. He still gets butterflies even now.He wipes the stray tear with his hand, but he doesn’t bother wiping the rest that fall from his eyes. He silently weeps, calling out your name.

“Y/N,” he weeped. “Y/N, please Y/N, come back please,” he begged. No one listened. He was alone in this cold room, rotting his life away. No one answers to him here but his own mind.

Maybe he just had to call your name harder.

“FUCK, Y/N!!!! WHY?! WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO FUCKING SELFLESS?! WHY, PLEASE COME BACK AND TELL ME!” He screamed from the top of his lungs, and arm landing against his eyes. They couldn’t stop his tears. “I CAN’T! I CAN’T FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT YOU.” His voice was hoarse but he doesn’t relent, squeezing his chest with his other hand. His wails were heard beyond the door.

It hurts Y/N, it hurts.

He wraiths as he cries, screaming and weeping helplessly. He just wanted you back, he just wanted things back to the way they were. He grabbed his head with both hands and squeezed, wanting to just disappear. He’d go in and out of this trance, and the others were extremely worried about his mental health.

Shit, the nightmare was coming back again.

“What’s your situation there?!” Brimstone calls from the comms, and Yoru shakily grabs the radio. He was bleeding from his mouth, his stab wounds leaking the blood from his body by the milliliter.

“Y/N… Me… Phoenix a-and KJ were all ambushed. They planted t-the spike. It’s about to detonate soon, the two are unconcious,” he struggles to say, drawing in sharp breaths. He looked at you and how pale you were. He was screaming at himself in his mind, trying to come up with ways to get you all out of this situation.

He coughs but covers his mouth, seeing blood stain his gloves. KJ and Phoenix both lost too much blood, they were unconscious. And by the unfocused look in your eyes, you were next. In futile attempt to keep you awake, he slams his fist into your hand, and you stir. “Stay awake L/N, don’t you dare close your eyes,” he warns, and you give him a smile.

Brim ran all the way from the opposite side of the map and saw how bloodied everyone was. He took one look at the spike and his heart dropped. “I can only carry two people. Can you both walk?” He asks desperately, staring at the spike.

“I got shot in the leg but I can manage. Y/N can’t. Lost too much blood.” He reasons, forcing his legs to stand up, and he fails, dropping down to the ground. Without thinking, Brimstone grabs the two unconscious agents and mounts them on his shoulders. “We won’t make it,” he whispers to himself, trying to find a way where he can save everyone.

“You will. I can still set up my barriers. They’ll protect you from the explosion, but you have to keep running. It only lasts 3 seconds.” You say, sitting up properly. You look at the spike, then back at Yoru. “You have to go, now.”

“Are you crazy?! Your barriers can only house 3 people!” He yells, his eyes wide, and you shake your head in response.

“I’ll use the power of the radianite around us to make it fit for the 4 of you. You have to go. Brim, you know what to do.” You then began to concentrate the energy you had left into your hands, and Brimstone nods. He could not speak.

“No! There has to be another way, we’re not leaving you here!” He grabs your wrists to stop you from using your abilities, but as you hear the spike ticking away its last few seconds, you smile at him.

“Promise me you’ll survive Ryo.”

“No! I’m not leaving you here!”

“Ryo, you know there’s no other way. Please promise me you’ll go with Brim.”

“Damare!” He cries, holding on to you for dear life.

“We have to go, NOW.” Brim yells. The spike’s beeping increases its speed, and Yoru gulps in denial.

“Promise me, you’ll survive.” You say one last time, and finally, he nods, chest tight. He grabbed your face and kissed you, as if it was the last time he would feel your warm lips on his.

And it truly was the last time.

As Brim grabbed on his shoulder to pull him away, and as the barrier covered him and the rest, he watched as you smiled, even in the most daunting of situations.

He loved that smile so much. Now it’s the last thing he will see from you.

It all happened so quickly but for him, it felt like an eternity. He saw how you closed your eyes as the spike detonated, he saw how your flesh disintegrated with every inch of the explosion nearing you. And he watched you disappear into the explosion, leaving nothing but a dark glow.

As the explosion pulled back, he and the others were safe. Brim stood there for a moment, trying to keep himself levelheaded as he arranged a pickup. Yoru kneeled behind him, looking at the place where you sat before the explosion, your blood still fresh on the ground.

But you weren’t there.

“Y/N’s…gone…” he cried silently, clenching his fists. “Y/N… Y/N!” He screamed, hitting the ground with his gloved fists. Brim could only listen as the young man screamed in agony. He had lost the love of his life in a doomed mission, all because of his negligence. He underestimated the mirror agents, and now you and Yoru paid dearly for his mistake.

Without a body, Sage couldn’t do anything. She couldn’t revive you, no matter how much Yoru begged and yelled for her to do so. It came to a point where he was knocked unconscious by Sova because he was too much for Sage. They were all sad, it wasn’t just him who lost someone. But they understood why.

Yoru was always alone, and you were his only light. You saw him for who he was, flaws and all, and accepted him. You loved him, and he loved you. It was unfair. The only time he had someone who he cared about so much, and fate takes them away from him. He didn’t know if he could keep your promise; he couldn’t survive knowing you weren’t by his side anymore.

He couldn’t accept it. He couldn’t bear with the pain. He wanted to believe that you were still here, lying on the bed with him. He repeated the same memories over and over again, just so he could feel you here. He just wanted you back. He just wanted you to hug him and say that everything that happened was just a nightmare.

Your dying smile, the same smile that he loved, will forever haunt him, for every second he is awake and asleep.

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buckysaster · 2 years

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Bouquet

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

about: this is inspired by this post (photo not mine, credits to the owner) i saw where a guy buys flowers for his gf and keeps one for himself so he knows when they’re dying and knows when to buy a new one for her.

tags: fluff, worried bucky (i guess that's all)

a/n: my first bucky fic!! i thought it was cute and i added a bit of a twist. let me know what you think. i apologize if there are mistakes. reblogs and replies are appreciated! thank youuuu

Waves of hot air from the ground indicate the inescapable blazing heat of summer as the pleasant breeze of spring takes its last breath over the town.

Bucky gazed through the window on his seat, diverting himself from the clear scenery over the glaring cloudless sky. While Sam, on the other hand, sings along as he drives on the open road. The sound of the car engine competing with the sound of a Marvin Gaye song blasting on the car's radio, that they fought over the cord a while ago on which one they will pick for their trip back to New York. Probably his favorite one from countless times he plays on the speaker, which he’s still trying to get familiar with the way he used to in the 40s.

He feels it’s been a lifetime after not seeing you. Missing your time together. How the two of you lay one another's arms, without any concerns to look forward to. He felt bad. The little frown on your face every time he turned his away from you. He couldn't help but to stay longer and forget everything else.

More especially now, the one thing he could ever do.

After they arrived at the airport from their long, tedious mission. Bucky bolted towards the car with a sparkling smile plastered on his face as he thought about you. Looking like an idiot if Sam saw him like this, but he can’t stop his heart leap with adoration and elation over you. He is enamored because of you. Craving to hear your sweet laugh dripping from your lips and your gentle touch on his skin once again.

The color on his face drained as soon he pulled out a piece of camellia he kept in the pocket of his bag. Lifeless and shriveled. Away from the deep sanguine that formerly it has. As the other petals disintegrated completely into tiny bits, swept away by the breeze from his palm.

Mentally slapping his face as he paces back and forth, attempting to remember when he exactly bought the bouquet. He frustratedly gripped his hair and lowered his head trying not to tear when he had no concrete answer. Without wasting time, he rushed to find Sam to go to the nearest floral shop.

Bucky breathed out a quick sigh of relief, feeling his muscles visibly relaxed, ensuring that you would receive today once he came back to your shared apartment. But his relentless mind did not. It was replaced right away by crashing waves of guilt for not being good enough for you, failing to keep his promise. The thought of it made his heart clenched.

"Next time give me a warning before you drag me out of nowhere," Sam sips from his cup of orange juice, jutting the straw at him. Bucky pulled back from his thoughts and winced at the memory earlier that morning.

"I bet next time you'll bring her a whole garden." He breathed out a light chuckle, steering the car on the right lane.

“Sure, why not,” he remarked.

If that will be the way to make it up for you, he will visit every flower shop that he can and buy every flower on display. From peonies to hyacinth, hoping you can forgive him.

Bucky stared down at the tulips resting down on his lap. Assorted shades of pink with faint streaks of red, adorned with dainty baby's breath, secured with a chiffon bow. He pondered which one he would get and carefully pulled out a single piece of tulip from the bouquet, slipping into the pocket of his jacket after adjusting the ribbon back from its previous look.

Sam eyed him at the corner of his eye, "Can I have one too?"

"No."

"Come on man, not even for your best friend?" Sam whipped his head on his right, batting him with his thick lashes.

Bucky sighed, squirming on his seat, "that won’t work."

“Please”

A minute passed, waiting for his answer but nothing came out from Bucky. He turned his head to look at him, surely enough Bucky doing his usual thing. He was glaring at him, eyebrows cinched, narrowing his eyes even more.

Sam let out a laugh, "I was just kidding,” playfully nudging him on his left arm. “I know how much she means a lot to you and you need to stop doing that staring thing." Earning a light chuckle from Bucky.

Internally fisting out in the air after Sam successfully manages to distract him from being upset. With his eyebrows lifted, something crossed his mind, intrigued about his actions minutes ago, noticing a pattern every single time Bucky bought a bouquet with him.

“Buck?”

“Yeah?”

"Why do you always keep a flower to yourself?"

Bucky drifts his eyes from Sam to the flowers on his lap where his metal hand rests, contrasting from its vibrant hues. Lips pulled upward and eyes filled with fondness. A secret that Bucky only knows. A promise he vowed forever.

Back then when he was young, he didn’t understand why his father usually bought two stems of rose but ended up having one for his mother. He asked him why but his father just smiled at him with their little secret that he would understand someday when Bucky found someone that would remind him of the first day of spring.

After a long ride back to New York, Bucky found himself staring at the front of the door after he stowed the bouquet in a paper bag to keep it hidden awhile from you. He swallowed his nervousness as he knocked on the door and took a deep breath in and out as he prepared himself.

“Ah, you’re finally back!” You squealed, throwing your arms on his neck, delighted that he came back safe.

At the sight of you, Bucky felt a surge of relief through his veins, blinking slowly from his exhaustion as you welcome him for a warm hug that both of you are longing for. His mind drifted as his body filled up with your loving warmth, sending his worries at the back of his mind. Bucky seals tight his arms around your waist, leaning on the crook of your neck as he inhales your scent.

“Hi, doll.” He whispered before he pulled away.

A smile spread on your face, "You're just right on time. I just finished cooking dinner.” tugging his hand to get in the apartment.

The smell of basil and tomatoes wafts in the air, making his mouth water as his body melts from the warmth of your presence. Engulfing all his senses that he’s finally home. Both of you stop your tracks in the living room. Bucky slides down his bag from his shoulder and the paper bag before he takes off his jacket, tossing at the top edge of the sofa.

Pulling you in his arms, “I missed you, a lot.”

"Me, too." Your brows furrowed as you caress gingerly the scratches on his face “How’s your mission?”

"It was tough, got some cuts but I already gauze them up. Nothing too serious.” Your eyes never wavered, lifting your brow in question knowing his nature, making him chuckle as he shakes his head. Bucky places his hand on top of yours and plants a kiss on your palm before mouthing ‘I’m alright’.

“Just, be careful, okay.” You sigh, his touch made you lose track from your thoughts.

“I have something for you.” A hint of nervousness in his voice as he opened the bag and picked up the fresh bouquet.

A gasp left your throat, eyes flashing at the beauty of the bouquet as he handed it to you. The tinge of blush pink blossoms on your cheeks matches the colors of tulips will always make your heart skip by his gesture.

“This is gorgeous!" Bending forward to inhale their sweet, fragrant smell.

“I’m sorry,” Bucky frowned.

"For what?" Your head tilts over your shoulder, confused at the sudden change of air.

“I know you deserve every single thing but I failed you… as your boyfriend."

You put aside the bouquet on the coffee table, “What do you mean?” you ask in a soft manner, still not understanding what causes to bother him.

He gulped, looking away anticipating your reaction, "the flowers.”

“The flowers?”

Not trusting his own voice, Bucky raised his arm and pointed out the now empty glass vase on the dinner table. You glanced at the direction he is pointing and that’s where you connected the dots. Ever since you got into a relationship with him, he keeps on buying a bundle before it dies. You were overwhelmed at first but he insists that he'll do anything for you to make you feel special.

“Oh, Bucky,” you coo, “They dried just two days ago, there is nothing to be worried about.” You assured him.

Bucky was surprised, different from what he anticipated. The creases on his face slowly faded away.

“Are you not mad?” He said in pure disbelief as he rubbed his hand at the back of his neck.

"Why would I be?"

"Because, I forgot to buy you a new one from the time I wanted to hand it out to you."

“I’m not," you begin, "I know how hectic your job is, saving those lives in need. It doesn’t matter to me if you forgot to buy one." pulling him for an embrace, rubbing a hand up and down on his back in comfort. "To be honest I'm sad when you're not here,” feeling him pecking at the crown of your head. “ But with the flowers you give me. When I see them, it makes me feel that you are still with me. They die, but not your love for me and I love you. What I mean to say is at the end of the day, all I need is you."

You tilt your head to look at your boyfriend, erupting a smile with complete adoration at your words, “So don't jump immediately to conclusions, okay." he grimaced, which both of you laughed at. You boop his nose before kissing him against your lips, parting away, "Now, let me prepare the dinner so that you can clean up and we can rest afterwards.”

Bucky tightens his arms on your figure before he puts down, “I'd like that. Let me help you.”

You walk around the sofa, taking the tulips with you and the vase from the dining table. Bucky followed and ambled over to the cupboard, stretching out his arm for the plates and utensils. As you wait to fill up the vase in the sink, a thought goes inside your mind. Now facing him, leaning your back against the counter.

"Bucky?"

"Hmm", he paused from setting the cutlery and moved his head, fixed gaze upon you. The little smirk plastered on your face, squinting your eyes as you chinned up. Studying him closely like you knew something he wasn't telling you.

"You know, I just noticed. How do you randomly manage to know when to buy a new one even before they're fully dead- or withered?"

The two of you exchange glances for a moment until his lips tug up to a sly smile, he shrugs, "just a hunch, doll."

That's the secret you will never know.

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dimpledpran · 1 year

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2022 brought a lot of incredible moments. But it did give almost an equal amount of highs and lows. So glad that it is over, and here’s to hoping that 2023 brings nothing but the best. Thank you to everyone who has made this past year more bearable for me. Whether you are someone I’ve talked to on here, made content that I enjoyed seeing on my dash, or reblogged stuff from me with wonderful commentary, thank you for making my time on this godforsaken beloved website more fun!

Since life has been getting busy, it has been harder to keep track of content and I am sure I have missed so many creations lately. And so, I am also jumping on the bandwagon to have a tracking tag. I will be tracking #lightmiup (light me up). It is kinda a play on my name, and with the meaning since my name means light. So feel free to use that to tag me in your creations.

Will reblog: ~ Asian media (series and movies). Mostly BLs, but not entirely limited to that. ~Preferably stuff that I have watched, but I am also open to more recs ~ Asian artists (mostly CQL cast, Ohm, Nanon, Jeff Satur, Indian personalities) ~ Countries: Thailand, India, China, South Korea, Japan, Taiwan, Singapore

Will not reblog: ~ reposts, whitewashed content, brownfaced content, discourse

With that, I am also going to take a month off from Tumblr. Shall spend January introspecting and planning out my goals for the year. My blog will be going down memory lane, and will run on queue with my fave posts from 2022, and if I get tagged in stuff. Though I might pop in a few times with some 10YT sets if the feels get a bit too much.

Here are my top 10 series/movies I watched in 2022 (starts from tomorrow) and Fave Creations (MDZS/CQL Faves , Bad Buddy Faves, Other Faves) in the mean time.

Wishing everyone a wonderful 2023 filled with lots of love, joy, peace, positivity, success and good health! 💙

Take care and see yall around! Mimi :)

Tagging a few people to spread the word : @aheartfullofjolllly @carloslouwho @eohachu @fangrui @gege @highwarlockkareena @i-got-the-feels @isvisomewhere @kaajukatli @lan-xichens @liyazaki @machikeita @manhasetardis @nanons @nongnaos @nyx4 @oswlld @phukaoapologist @rinielle @talays-portkey @seawherethesunsets @yibo-wang @yilinglaozu

#not sure how well the tracking tag will work but giving it a go #once again thank you to everyone and happy new year!!#mine #2022 recap

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mari--lace · 1 year

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one line, any fic

tagged by @novasforce! Thank you 💙

tagging (no pressure!!): @ceterisparibus116 @tiny-increments @some-fiction @kawusia25 @appellatedefender @beguilewritesstuff @anchovy89freya @a-l-s-h-a @thedevilofthemeatpackingdistrict @artemisjpotter

rules: pick any 10 of your fics, scroll somewhere to the mid point, pick a line, and share it! Then tag 10 people.

Let's go down memory lane!

The memory of a talkative girl and an impulsive boy (03/07/2018)

«Let me go», you protest. You don’t want to go to a people-fixer or whatever it is; you want to stay alone. They singled you out again, despite you being japanese just like them… it’s unfair, you know it is.

Not leaving (13/12/2019)

Vincent looked at her, staggered. She’d just risked dying, or to be seriously hurt at the very least, yet she stood there smiling as if the best thing in the world had just happened to her! He didn’t understand her, she was always so absurd, so – so beautiful. He blushed hard, shooing away that treacherous thought. He didn’t answer, putting her on the sofa. “Stay there” he ordered, his rage fading way too fast.

Was it just me? (10/01/2020)

Whatever the reason, Artemis, you made a mistake.

Mistake – what a strange word, almost painful, especially for two of our kind: we don't make mistakes, can't afford to.

No touch (04/10/2021)

Maybe it’s because, in the few seconds the helmet rested on Callum’s head, he thought he could understand Nightmare – they weren’t that different after all. Or maybe it’s because he’s doubted Nova before and the only thing he remembers about that is she swearingit was real, between them, and the attention she puts into avoiding any touch makes those words real. Even if she didn’t do much –anything at all– to defend him from Queen Bee.

It means me (21/10/2021)

Luna finds Ginny’s last sentence a bit comical. What does it mean to find the right person? She doesn’t get it more than her friend gets how she feels. What she’salways felt, since when growing up her friends would rather talk about boys than play their childhood games. When Kim explained to her what asexuality means, Luna thought back to every time her dorm mates had fun filling in beauty rankings of Ravenclaw boys, Quidditch players, even the Triwizard Champions despite them being just three; they had tried to make her join a few times, than they just didn’t try anymore. Two of her classmates had once decided to fill in a ranking of the fairest girls, but it hadn’t made a difference to her. Luna simply didn’t get it.

Three names for one friend (29/08/2022)

Matt is the closest to family she’s ever had, but she can’t stay at the orphanage another day. She needs to go, join the Rising Tide, find her parents.

What am I looking at, Matt? (06/10/2022)

“I’m watching a clown walking barefooted in LA. A familiar clown.”

She's never gonna hide (23/10/2022)

“I don’t think that, Chlo.” That effectively shuts her up. It’s not the first time he calls herChlo, but there’s something in the familiarity of a nickname that makes her feel warm and out of her depth. Not in a bad way, it’s just… unexpected. “What do you know about the asexual spectrum?”

A marvelous october (chapter 31; 31/10/2022)

“I’m sorry,” the man said, and it felt so… true. Could she, maybe, trust him for real? Ammi always said to not trust strangers. Why did he wear a mask? Did he kill the other one? “We need to get you out of here, now. It’s dangerous here.” He approached the kid with the scratched knee and crouched next to him, whispering something Kamala didn’t hear. After a short while, she saw the kid nod. The man picked him up with one arm and stood up; the kid hugged his neck. Kamala watched that happen wide-eyed. Was this man really good?

What's in a soul? (21/11/2022)

Again, the woman isn’t lying, or her body doesn’t let out anything Matt could interpret that way. She really thinks she lost her soul, whatever that means.

#tag game #fanfiction #memory lane

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harrison-abbott · 3 months

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Bollocking

It’d been raining for a week straight and every time I went outside my feet got wet because my trainers had holes in them and I didn’t want to ask mother for a new pair of shoes since she would most likely get mad, but the smell of wet socks in my room and general cold feet, and putting scrunched newspaper in the insides of the trainers each night, got a bit tiring. So I went and confessed to her.

Whenever you had to tell mother something there was a risk she would go berserk. I picked a Saturday morning to tell her, “I could do with a new pair of shoes … Is that okay?” At this point I figured it would be okay because it was a weekend and she didn’t have to go to work and she hadn’t started drinking the wine yet.

She was at the toaster. And had just taken out the bread and was set to smear butter over the hot bread. Perhaps it was the interruption that bothered her. She hissed.

“How long have you had leaks in the soles?”

“Uhh. I don’t know.”

“Can I see them?”

I brought the limp trainers through and presented them guiltily. She hissed, again. That was one of her special angry noises, to whoosh out through her lips.

“I’m not taking you out shoe shopping today! Fuck that. This is my Saturday and you’re not ruining that.”

“But what I meant was that I can go down to the mall and get some.”

She buttered the bread and then took a bite and she muttered, “I’m gonna eat my breakfast first.” Then she went upstairs and I had to wait about an hour in my bedroom, fearing I might get a bollocking, or a hiding. Either were possible. I played a football videogame … and kept losing the matches because I was constantly conscious of her movements in her room at the end of the corridor.

I heard her open her door. And stomp down the corridor and I shot up and switched off the PlayStation (she never liked seeing me play games as she thought it rotted my brain and would often say, or shriek, “That screen will turn your mind into a cabbage! Get up and do something else!”) and so I sat on my bed and then she opened the door. With her grey hair. She wasn’t smiling or anything but she held something colourful in her hand. A £20 note. I was a boy and this was a lot of money to me.

“This should be enough for a new pair of trainers. Head down to the mall and see for yourself … But be safe on the roads. And be back before it gets dark, okay?”

“Ok. Thanks.”

Relief. I got dressed and put my coat on and I left the house into the sunny spring light.

Strolling down the main road, I felt like a rich man. The blossom trees were in early pink bloom, standing by the primary school which was silent and sparse of children and this felt like vindication. I dipped off from the motorway and onto the broad green park and cut down into the lane that led onto the mall.

I went through the sliding doors. Okay. So I was here. There was a Clarks shop that I had miserable memories of going to with mother – but that was for fancy school shoes. So I went down to the Sainsbury’s where I knew they did clothes etc in the TU bit. Inside the supermarket they played this famous rock song and as I ventured I noticed people humming along to it and most of the people were parcel perfect families with handsome dads and pretty mums and they all made me feel smaller and out of place.

But I reached the TU area, and got to the shoe section in the corner.

My shoe size was 6 at the time.

So I looked at that bracket. There was one pair of trainers that I fancied: but when I looked at the price tag they cost £35. Not in my budget. So I went to the next section and there was another pair (a bit ugly) but they cost £20. So I raffled through the sizes and they had size 9 and 10 and 5. No 6.

I did think that I might brave a size 5 for a while and hope somehow that my feet would accept that they were a bit shy … but thought, nah, I should try the ShoeZone shop instead. I realised I had been there quite a while, when I stood up to leave. And the blood went up full into my head, and so as I was walking away I got a bit drowsy.

Walking back, I passed the magazine aisle. And all of a sudden I heard a man call “Hey!” behind me and this great force took control of my shoulders and my body was spun around.

Fluorescence, all in my vision. A security guard. He had tight hold of me.

“What did you take?” he snarled.

“I …”

“What did you steal! I want to see under your coat!”

He lifted up my coat and looked under the flaps. Other people were staring. The commuters in the shop – they’d stopped their trolleys and were ogling.

My eyes arose in a crescendo threatening tears and then my sight turned blurry and then there were these hot fast splashes down my cheek and then the security guard was seething “I need to see in your pockets!” And he thrust his meaty hands in each pocket and he took out my wallet and keys and cheap little phone. That was all I had. I had started to sob with volume, now, and the man got up from me. “Get on out now. Get away from here.” And so I did exactly as he told. That’s what children do with adults who abuse them: they obey because they think that they ought to for their own safety, and they rarely have the power to do anything back. And, do you know? – When that whole fast brutal scene with the security guard happened, when he accused me of stealing when I hadn’t taken anything, and then manhandled me about – of all of the public members who were watching, not one of them intervened or told him to stop. They just watched.

That’s what most folks do, isn’t it. If you stop and think: they view things and they don’t have the courage to act, either. And many of them were adults. They were children, that day.

#writeblr #creative writing #prose #writers on tumblr #stories #short fiction #tumblr writers #fiction #short story #spilled ink #spilled words

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enchantedmirage · 4 months

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Current Things Tag Meme!

Thank you for tagging me @collectorcookie ☆ This seems like fun although my half-all nighter is proooobably catching up on me (my head is burning from drowsiness)

3 Ships

— To start this off, let's go down the memory lane with my first enstars ships.

1.) Ibahaji (platonically): Bogie Time was the start of the enstars stories I've read from the last year, and

so yeah I was sold.

2.) Natsumugi: Soon after I read Bogie Time, I watched the anime and I did have a basic understanding on the character relationships (because of the videos the fandom has made)

I see myself a lot in Natsume and also relate to Tsumugi quite a concerning bit so double the projection, double the enjoyment I presume :3

3.) TetoHina: I lowkey really really like Tetora, and I also do enjoy YuuShino, but Natsumugi sort of just took most of my attention. See— I saw this one video about TetoraPs reading his personality description in the wiki a lot <- got curious. Also because TetoHina is just a really nice dynamic, they're both so funny... I don't specifically see this ship as platonic nor romantic but stuff like..

Absolutely sends me.

Last Song

— Last Coffee by Momochi (I am envious of his singing honestly.. orz)

Currently Reading

— Genshin Character lore and introductions...

Last Movie Series

— Hmm, I haven't really watched any movies so I'll go with a series instead: The Eminence in Shadow, which I managed to binge the 32 episodes between s1 and s2 in just two days.

Currently eating: chocolate candy :0

Currently craving: Takoyaki.. Just something that's doughy, chewy or savory really...

Tagging: @koumeowkami and anyone who happens to see this :3

#musings ☁︎✧.*#tag game

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bearinglight · 2 years

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You really got me tripping, I was like ‘I haven’t seen a MewGulf/Tharntype gifset actively circulating on this website for a Hot Minute, and here there’s two in a row??’ Lmaoo I love gulf tho so I get it. Remember at the end of like , ep 11/12 when Type’s explaining his plan to Tharn while Tharn’s cleaning him up, and Type says ILY and Tharn cries and Type is uwuing at him like ‘why are you crying’ THATS GULF BABEY😩

ah sorry for that lmao, i too haven’t seen them in my dash since forever and i think we all agree than tharntype was a bit of a mess but! mewgulf honestly were really good and their chemistry was incredible so i really liked their moments together 🥺

today i saw one random picture of gulf (i had the biggest crush on him) so i went down memory lane in the tag a bit,

also bringing THAT scene into my mind you made me go rewatch it so thanks i guess 😭

#answered ✨

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hansolmates · 3 years

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one more time (m)

pairing; (former) popular!jk x (former) normie!reader summary; it’s been two years since you’ve seen your former tryst jeon jungkook. you didn’t expect him to be applying for the internship you’re currently running, along with the rate your heart is running at the sight of him in a black suit. genre/warnings; self-deprecating language, your typical (future) co-workers!au, jungkook is a piner and so is oc, a lil bit of sneaking around, adulting, a mutual understanding of feelings (finally!!) smut in the form of—soft n’ dirty baybee, unprotected, cockwarming, overstimulation, minor praise and possession kink, cumplay, &you know that they gon have heart eyes the entire time w.c; 7.3k a/n; darn why am i so... emotional over this??? it started out as a meaningless drabble series but with all my lovely readers and moots it’s grown into such a fun, introspective series. thank u for loving this and joining me on this journey. for those of u who are new to this series feel free to read popular-ish first or as a standalone! [popular-ish masterlist]

if you’ve enjoyed this (whether as a standalone or as a series) please consider giving it a like and a share✨✨✨✨✨

“A mess, I’m a mess,” you sing-song to yourself, organizing the manuals on the clear glass by subject and size. The applications of all your new interns are alphabetized, not a form out of place. Everything’s perfect. “Alright Jessica, all twenty of the interns are accounted for.”

“Actually, there’s twenty-three,” Jessica quips, and you let your shoulders slump. Being part of the recruiting team of your company has been simultaneously exciting and stressful. Stressful because of the constant travel, but otherwise exciting because you loved your internship at your current company. You remember how nervous you were two years ago, and how much support and help you got from your recruiters. Applying to this team was a natural turn of events.

“A-are you sure, Jess?” you look through all the applications, count the amount of nametags, triple check the chairs. You’re sweating through your blazer, wondering where you went wrong.

The head of your recruiting team glues one hand to her hip, while the other hand is holding her iPad, scrolling with her thumb. You swallow, intimidated by Jessica’s golden wavy locks and her black-trimmed white Chanel pantsuit.

“Yep, but don’t be too hard on yourself. I just added three more recruits last night. I’ll get the chairs and the apps are being printed. No worries,” Jessica assures, gesturing for you to hurry up and get outside, “Call the babies in!” your team leader waves her finger around like a magic wand, commanding you to the front lines.

Krystal puts a hand on her shoulder, as always looking impeccable. She has virtually nothing to worry about. She’s a woman who has connections, courtesy of her team leader. “Let’s go, newbie,” she teases, pulling you through the door.

The recruits in the lobby are wide-eyed and vibrant, and you feel a little nostalgic as you watch them line up in front of you and Krystal as you sign them in. You would dwell on the feeling more if it wasn’t for your exhaustion, so you decide you’ll get a chance to take a road down memory lane when you get to the hotel.

“Name?”

“Xu Minghao.”

“Congrats Minghao, here’s your nametag and I’ll see you inside,” with a firm handshake, one recruiter is free to go.

“Name?”

“Chou Tzuyu.”

“Congrats Tzuyu, here’s your name tag and I’ll see you inside,” she doesn’t go in straight away, and moves to the side of the door. “Actually,” you pause mid-handshake with another recruit, staring at the woman in curiosity, “my boyfriend just got a call last night that he was accepted in this year’s batch. Do you have his name?”

“Yes, three more recruits were added,” you chirp, as if you totally did not hear that bit of information five minutes ago, “What’s his name—Jungkook?”

The both of you blink at each other. One hand on Tzuyu’s shoulder, eyes wide and mirroring yours. Your heart falls straight to your stomach, wanting to be eaten by acids and bacteria so you can stop any possibility of feeling any lingering affection for the boy you fooled around with in undergrad. Everything about him screams professional. He’s clean cut, a pinstripe black suit you never thought he’d own, and his hair is neatly trimmed and pulled behind his ears. His shoulders look tall and broad under the slight padding, his biceps comfortably stretching against the dark fabric. The golden complexion remains the same however, from the honest brown eyes to the coral pink lips that would always smile at you.

“Oh, so you do have his name!” Tzuyu clasps her hands together, delighted. He has a girlfriend, too. It’s then you realize you’ll be stuck with not just him, but her for the week. “You guys are so efficient. C’mon Kookie, let’s find some seats!”

“I still gotta get my nametag,” he replies goodnaturedly, gesturing to you, “save us some seats in the front?”

Tzuyu thinks nothing of it, squeezing his bicep before skipping off to the front row. Your eyes linger on her form, and it’s only then you realize how tall and intimidatingly pretty she looks in that plaid teddy bear brown skirt suit. You did not look that good when you were a budding undergrad.

By this time, Krystal has taken all your other recruits from your line, regarding you with a raised brow. She’s fast with her attendance, so you know you don’t have much time.

“I applied last minute,” Jungkook says, scratching his head, “was running out of options before graduation. I didn’t know you’d be one of my recruiters, though. Lucky me.”

Jungkook and you never ended up keeping in contact, at least as of recent. A check-in message a few months in, a happy birthday or holiday greeting late at night. But two years later and those messages are automatic, with no feeling or personality. You never thought you’d see him again, no less in the city.

“You just graduated with your masters, congrats,” you smile at Jungkook, although you’re sure the feigned emotion fails to reach your eyes, “IT Management, right?”

“You remembered,” Jungkook brightens, reaching over to squeeze your shoulder, “you look good.”

“Oh please—” you laugh to yourself, shaking your head, “I just got off a flight and I ran over in a two-day old suit, I don’t even have makeup on,” you didn’t feel this way in the morning, you just rushed to do the bare minimum to be enough and ran over to the convention hall. But now in the presence of Jungkook who looks so handsome and clean-cut, you can’t help but feel a little slighted at the sudden reunion.

“You’re always beautiful,” Jungkook exhales, and you clutch your clipboard closer to your chest.

You cough, an excuse for him to stop touching your shoulder, “You should go inside, it’s gonna start soon. We can catch up later.”

“Wait—” you make a scrunched up face that Jungkook can’t catch, but right in Krystal’s view. You can tell she’s laughing at you internally with her devious grin. “I just wanted to say, Tzuyu isn’t my girlfriend. We’re just…”

“Fooling around?” you didn’t mean for it to sound so sharp, but you wanted this conversation over. You have a job to do and Jungkook is your emotional barrier.

You and Jungkook used to fool around.

Jungkook winces, looking younger in his monkey suit. “I mean if you give me a chance to explain later—”

“Nametag, let’s go newbie.” Krystal slaps on the sticker herself, a little too hard if she asked. She doesn’t even bother to write his full name, just a bright green Jeon JK, IT Management tacked on his breast pocket, clashing with the gold pocket square.

“Sorry,” Jungkook tucks his tail in for now, bowing at you and Krystal as he scurries inside.

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. Krystal doesn’t bother to comfort you or ask what’s up—not that you want her to, even though you do want a breather before you have to go up on that stage and explain the itinerary for a week. The only thing you can do is smooth out your skirt, brush away the flyaways on your hairstyle and plaster a company-paid smile on your face.

The autopilot switch is on throughout the rest of the morning. Not just because Jungkook’s around, but the new position has got you on livewire. You’re glad that you’re not wearing base makeup because you are absolutely melting with all the high beam lights all up in your face as you talk through the week’s activities.

You could swear Jungkook clapped a little harder than most once you stopped talking, but maybe it’s because you’re not used to seeing Jungkook in the very front of a lecture. In fact, he was a very hard middle person, preferring not to show off his intelligence and let other people lead the discussion. Then again, it’s been two years, you don’t know how much he’s changed.

Jessica caps off the seminar with a great kick-off, the happy hour. The recruitment team picks a four star restaurant under their hotel so the recruits can enjoy themselves before going off to the training facility for a week.

And by training facility, you also mean yet another four-star hotel. You knew you made the right decision by joining this company because the benefits are impeccable, and value personal enjoyment just as much as they value work ethic. In the morning you and the recruits will be driving uptown to a private resort where there would be classes in the morning, and recoup in the evening. You’re very much looking forward to the infinity pool on the roof.

The recruits are ushered out as soon as you’re done, and that’s when you step out of the shadows to clean up the chairs and the brochures left behind. Thankfully Jungkook is probably following the norm and going back to the hotel to freshen up before dinner. Once the room is completely empty, you rip off your blazer and let yourself relax.

It’s going to be a long week.

Jeon: where u @?

You: hotel room

Jeon: why? Thought we were all gonna have dinner together

You: nahhh, this night is for the recruits! You’ll be tired of our faces by the end of the week, enjoy it while you can 😉 have a good night

You sigh in contentment, relaxing further into the silk sheets. You just finished your skincare routine, letting some mindless drama play as the essences and serums sink into your skin. All you want is one Jungkook-free night. Tomorrow you’ll be stuck training him and Tzuyu for the week and you want to take tonight to emotionally prepare yourself.

Your phone rings once more.

Big Baddie Jessica Jung: krystal and i ordered takeout in the restaurant downstairs. Can u bring it to our room? Plsssssss

Little Baddie Krystal Jung: it’ll be faster if you do it, we even got u a lil somethin🍰🍰🍰

Taking in your outfit, you grimace. You’re dressed for bed, a large nightie with your hair pulled back and a little pink bunny tie headband on top. Can’t they get room service to send it up? You admire your boss but you don’t understand why she needs to display her power over and over, she already knows you’ll follow her to the ends of the earth.

Quickly slipping into a pair of sneakers you run down the expanse of the hotel. It’s easy to spot where the recruits are, livin’ it up in the large restaurant that takes up half the space of the ground floor. Most of them are pretty drunk, hoping to sleep off the hangover on the four-hour bus ride. You have absolutely no judgement, two years ago you were in the same position.

Thankfully you don’t have to go far into the restaurant, as the hostess immediately knows Jessica’s order. While you wait for her to go into the kitchen and get it you drum your fingers against the counter, hoping no one notices you. It’s akin to when you’re a teacher in a mall, hoping none of your students gawk at you in the middle of Victoria’s Secret.

“Ah, well Jungkook and I aren’t official yet—but very soon.”

Your ears perk up at the sweet voice. Tzuyu is leaning across the open bar next to the counter, sipping on a mango mojito. She’s dumped the blazer for the night, showing off her soft skin and slender arms with a sleeveless cream blouse.

“Then where is he?” another recruiter asks, gesturing to the expanse of the lobby.

“He’s not much of a party person,” Tzuyu shrugs, tipping back her drink.

You scoff, plastering on a smile to the hostess as you grab your bags and walk as fast as you can out of the lobby. You’ve never felt more like an old hag until now. Sure, most of the recruits are younger than you, but seeing Tzuyu talk so freely about her relationship with Jungkook has you in a bit of a spiral. The day of graduation, you told Jungkook not to wait for you. Heck, you’re only interested in the idea of what you could’ve had with Jungkook.

These thoughts only cloud you further as you jab the elevator buttons all the way up to the suites where you and the Jungs reside. You relax a little when you see a strawberry cheesecake sitting prettily on the top of their order, your name written on the label with a little heart. Hanging their bag on the door handle of their room, you make your way back to your suite.

You freeze when you see a floppy-haired Jungkook roaming the hallway, looking like a clueless child hobbling around in slippers and wide eyes at any sparkly item that decorates the area. It doesn’t even look like he tried attending the happy hour tonight, dressed in an impossibly big heather grey sweatsuit that swallows his form.

“Are you lost?” you ask tentatively, as if you’re talking to a toddler lost at the mall.

Jungkook relaxes considerably at the sound of your voice, and he replies, “Was tryna find your room since you didn’t reply to my texts.”

“So… you decided to check all the rooms?”

“Yep,” he pops the p with a smack of his lips, “I figured the recruiters would be far away from the party so I started at the top. Thankfully I got to Jessica’s room first. Didn’t have to knock on too many doors. Only one old man got annoyed at me.”

“You’re crazy,” you chuckle, slipping in your keycard to let Jungkook in.

“Fuck, this room all to yourself?”

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate to kick his slides to a corner of the wall, flopping atop your bed and clutching your baby blue koala plush in his arms. The king sized bed is enough for his legs to stretch comfortably without falling off the edge, and he eagerly pads his feet against the soft fabric.

It warms you to think that Jungkook is comfy enough to lay on your bed and hug your stuffed animals, a semblance of friends that you’ve missed for such a long time. Last year the team you worked for was great, you loved the people and even now you consider some of them friends. This year the team is a little smaller, and since your two other co-workers are sisters, it’s a little harder to nudge yourself in the direction of friendship.

As soon as you sit down against the headboard, Jungkook’s eyes soften. Everything feels so different and the same. The threadbare pajamas that either of you haven’t had the heart to throw away since they’re so damn comfy, yet your bodies are a little more worn and your eyes a little more droopier than usual.

“So,” Jungkook bites his lip, not in the sexy way, but the nervous way, “about Tzuyu—”

“Jungkook, you don’t have to explain yourself,” you slump on your corner of the bed, regarding Jungkook with guilty eyes. “I really shouldn’t be feeling the way I’m feeling. It isn’t fair and I don’t want to jeopardize your internship.”

“And… what are you feeling?”

“Dumb things.”

“Your feelings aren’t dumb.”

“This time they are.”

“I’ve always shared my feelings, it’s unfair that you never want to share yours,” Jungkook sits up, criss-cross applesauce, pensive. “Maybe it’s my fault for not making you feel comfortable enough to share, but I feel like the reason why we never worked out was because we never tried hard enough to have a proper conversation.”

How could you have missed all the indicators, all the good words, all the kindness Jungkook has given you that last semester? “You’re absolutely right,” you let your insecurities, your apprehensiveness, get in the way. You think in two years you’d do better to eradicate this kind of behavior, but lately you haven’t had many friends to express your feelings to. “Tell you what, I’ll work harder to express how I feel. No exchanges, no nothings. I owe you this.”

“You owe me nothing,” Jungkook smiles, “I just think it would be nice to y’know, talk. As friends.”

“Right, friends.”

“So, will you hear me out about Tzuyu?”

“Let me open my cake,” you pull out your bag with the cheesecake, which thankfully has two spoons, “it seems like we’ll be having that kind of conversation.”

Everyone is more amicable because of food. According to Jungkook, Tzuyu has a hardcore, ten-year plan for her twenties. After a couple of dates with Jungkook, Tzuyu whips him into the plan. Mentions that she’s well-bred and has a family reputation to uphold. Says IT Management is something completely desirable in a partner, that he’s sensible and wonderful and would like to be committed full-time.

“And she talked to her parents about me and said that I’m a good prospect for marriage. Like I’m another pillar in her plan!” Jungkook cries, taking a monstrously sized bite of your cheesecake, wallowing away.

This is akin to sleepovers you’ve always wanted to have in high school, down to the food gorging. You can’t help but be fascinated, “So are you wrapped up in an engagement? Is this a scary rendition of Crazy Rich Asians?”

“You just can’t turn a one-eighty like that on a fifth date,” Jungkook shakes his head, reeling at the emotional whiplash, “she’s really nice. Really organized, really perfect. It really intimidates me.”

“Is she what you reaaaally want?” you can’t help but ask, rolling your eyes at the excessive use of the word, and tamp down the pain in your stomach by eating a forkful of creamy cheesecake.

“I don’t know!” Jungkook replies exasperatedly, “Obviously I’m worried since she wants to put a ring on it. I told her she needs to back off. Right after the seminar I said she had no right telling other people we’re boyfriend and girlfriend. She didn’t say much, just frowned and walked away.”

You roll your eyes, scraping the leftover graham cracker crust from the edge of the plastic plate. “According to her, I heard you two are planning to make it official very soon.”

His eyes widen, “I really bring girl trouble wherever I go, don’t I?”

“Since I’ve known you,” you half-joke, putting away the plastic cutlery on the nightstand.

You two sit in silence for a few moments, letting the television fill the room with mindless static about some sappy Hallmark movie. Tentatively, you land a hand on Jungkook’s knee. He looks down at your tiny fingers, giving his skin an experimental squeeze of comfort.

“I don’t want her,” he finally says.

“Okay,” you reply, “you won’t even have to talk to her if you don’t want to. I can arrange the groups this week so you don’t have to be around—”

“Give me one week,” his eyes flash to yours, dark and sharp.

“Jungkook. You have your determined face on,” it makes you sweat.

“Because I’m determined to win you over, once and for all,” you eyes widen, and Jungkook visibly freezes, “was that too much? I’m kind of on an emotional high today. I didn’t expect to see you today and it kind of threw me into a loop. I thought I might be running into you once I started my internship but I didn’t think you’d be my recruiter. And then you went on that stage all bad-ass talking about work and you looked so gorgeous in your suit and I was so proud knowing you made it and IrealizedhowmuchImissedyou—”

“Jungkook, slower,” you’re feeling a little woozy as well, equally overwhelmed. “You’re just saying this because you didn’t expect to see me—”

“You’re deflecting, again.”

“I’m scared, okay?” you blurt, throwing your hands in the air. “You’re right, this is all so sudden. So can’t we just start being friends and see if it takes us somewhere? You don’t have to win me over, just support me like I’ll support you.”

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook moves up the bed, so he’s leaning against the headboard as well. His long legs stretch farther than yours, and it feels oddly domestic as you talk it out and stare at the television screen. “I’m just, worried I’m running out of time.”

“I'm not going anywhere this time.”

“I know,” Jungkook shakes his head, ridding himself of his torrid thoughts. Conceding, he gestures to the television, pulling out the remote under your pillow, “wanna watch television, or catch up?”

You last about an hour until you knock out. However, Jungkook keeps you entertained up until that moment, as you exchange your lives and stresses. Everything meshes together, you’re not sure if it’s the charm that comes with late night talks, but you feel like you can talk to Jungkook about anything if given the time. You melt when he strokes your hair till the last minute, wishing you a goodnight and a promise of more.

“Okay, I’ve gone over most of the work ethics in the manual,” you smile nervously when you see your glazed over recruits, nearly falling off their chairs. Even Krystal is bored out of her mind, discreetly playing with her phone in the back under her manual. Of course you’d get stuck with teaching the boring classes. “Any last minute questions before we head off for dinner?”

Tzuyu shoots her hand up, “Are romantic relationships allowed in the workplace?”

Jungkook promptly chokes on his water bottle. He looks up at you, panicked. Ignoring his terror, you paint on a thin smile towards the young woman, “Like I mentioned earlier, romantic relationships between employees are not frowned upon, so long as you’re not working under or over someone in the same department.”

“Right, just wanted to make sure,” Tzuyu is all chipper smiles as she thanks you.

If you were still twenty-one, you’d gag at the pointed look she sends Jungkook. They’re sitting diagonal from each other, and Jungkook makes a point to pretend to be interested in your lecture until the very end.

You’re halfway done with recruitment week, and while you’re not shocked at how fast the week has gone by, you’re fairly disappointed that Jungkook and you haven’t had time to meet up in private. So far it’s been easy enough to keep your friendship (and past sexual relationship) a secret, but something dark and eager tells you how much you want more. The recruiters are eager to leave, all twenty-three of them grouping off and talking about what they want to eat for dinner. Everyone except a certain dark-haired fellow, who’s hair is currently bouncing off it’s styled coiff, wanting to return to it’s normal non-gelled self.

“Kookie,” you raise a brow at the interaction, Tzuyu leaning over her chair to Jungkook’s, “wanna get dinner tonight?”

Jungkook’s taking an excruciatingly long time to pack his things, raising a brow at her, “I’ve told you already, I don’t want to be involved in whatever plans you have.”

“Oh-kay,” Tzuyu rocks back and forth on her oxford heels, pursing her magenta pink lips, “then why don’t we at least walk back to the hotel together? I really want to talk about some things that might change your mind.”

“Nothing will change my mind,” Jungkook’s determined face has been staying strong for the week, from the way he makes sure he’s first in your class to the simple “good morning” and “good night” texts you exchange. “Besides, I have a date tonight. And I really want to talk to the recruiters about a personal work matter, so can you please leave?”

You try not to snort at how blatant Jungkook was being. You pretend to organize your folders, throwing whatever random notes you have in your bag for later.

“A date,” she twitches, “with who?”

“Someone that doesn’t treat me like a stepping stone in her career path,” Jungkook deadpans, and that’s all it takes for Tzuyu to huff and walk away from the hall.

You think Tzuyu is like a bug, relatively harmless, but someone who gets on your nerves.

“A date, huh?” Krystal quotes, finally looking up from her phone. Her sharp, cat-eyes linger at the door, wondering if Tzuyu is going to pop out and try to drag Jungkook by the reins. Finally, she plants her stare between you and Jungkook. “So, you two fucking?”

“Former fucking,” Jungkook supplies helpfully, and you jump off your podium to elbow him in the ribs, “ow—what?”

“You just don’t tell Krystal we’re fucking!”

“Former fucking,” he chastises, but the eyes he sends you are a little sultry, and you wonder if he’s thinking of fucking in the future. You reel yourself back, focusing on the third party.

But you anticipate that Krystal couldn’t care less, and you’re grateful for that. While a smaller work team means a smaller possibility of close work relationships, you do like the drama-free environment. “Like you said,” Krystal shrugs, slinging her briefcase over her shoulder, “romantic relationships in the workplace are not frowned upon.”

You wring your hands between your bag when Krystal finally makes her getaway, and you look up at Jungkook. “So,” you smile wryly, “you have a date tonight, huh?”

“With a pretty working woman,” he sighs dramatically, putting a hand over his chest, “that is, if she’ll have me.”

“Consider yourself taken.”

Jungkook and you sneak away to your suite once again. To your surprise, the suite is decorated in rose petals and a bottle of champagne sits in an ice bath on your bedside. A large pizza pie sits beautifully on your coffee table, and the television is playing lo-fi hip-hop.

You feed Jungkook champagne-dipped strawberries as you gorge on the joy that is baked bread and cheese.

And when he kisses you, it’s slow and sweet, like you have all the time in the world.

It’s the last day of recruitment week, and all classes ended at noon so the interns can use all the resort’s amenities to the fullest. Many of the interns, including yourself, Jessica and Krystal, are on the rooftop celebrating a successful workweek. Staff and interns alike are buzzing around, eager to top off their weekend with some relaxation and sun.

Jungkook is with his new team, conversing with other IT employees. You try not to stare too hard at your reignited flame, tipping back a cutely decorated glass of fruit. His arms ripple as he tips back the liquid. He’s wearing a tank top and you could swear his biceps have gotten meatier. Unfortunately you hold yourself back, after all the internship isn’t quite over and you still are a professional.

At the end of the weekend you really have nothing to worry about, you know that.

But Tzuyu? She irritating.

“I just don’t understand,” Tzuyu suspects nothing of your budding relationship with Jungkook. You’re thankful for that because towards the end of the week, it was getting harder and harder to be subtle when you two send each other heart eyes from three meters away.

Tzuyu sounds like she’s talking to herself, the way she stares into the infinity pool, despite the fact that her friends are surrounding her with rapt attention. You’re a cabana away from her, sipping languidly at your drink while Jessica and Krystal nap next to you. Even though you can’t see Tzuyu, you can practically feel her pout emanating through the fabric that separates you two. Despite the fact that she’s been offered a great intern position given her degree and experience, she’s still upset. For her, is that not the most important part of this whole week?

“Jungkook’s really not that great if he’s going to turn me down like that,” Tzuyu seethes. You should write up her nonsense in a book and publish it, really. “Why waste time when he has the whole package right in front of him?”

It’s then you realize why you’ve been so torn, so strung up and wound tight all these years. Just like college, all shy and hesitant to take a step forward while Jungkook was ten steps ahead, you were worried. You let other people’s thoughts stop you from making the leap, girls like Tzuyu that never meant to intimidate you, but you let their presence get up in your head and control the nonexistent hierarchy.

But two years later, and that doesn’t matter. It never mattered. Jungkook is no longer the all-star lacrosse player, but what remains is his heart, full and willing.

Everything Tzuyu just said was… wrong. Irrevocably, inexplicably messed up. But the idea of “wasting time” does strike a chord within you. Are you wasting time? At this point, your feelings of each other are pretty clear. What are you two waiting for, again?

You thought Krystal was sleeping, considering her sunhat sitting atop her face, but once she hears you packing away your bag she whistles, “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

Sending a quick text to Jungkook, you make a beeline for your destination. You don’t even bother looking for him in the crowd.

You: meet me by the elevator at the very end of the lobby.

Not a minute passes by when Jungkook joins you at said elevator. He has two glasses of champagne in his hands, and offers one to you, “tired of the party?” he asks.

You clink drinks, easily tipping yours back. “It’s not our thing,” you declare with a small smile. Jungkook's eyes soften, glancing back and forth between your face and the soft pleats of your marigold sundress. His hair is pushed back, sticky from sweat and chlorine, dark bangs hanging over the shaved sides of his head. You turn your head slightly as you wait for the elevator, biting your lip as you're sorely reminded of how sexy Jungkook looked at the dive pool half an hour ago.

The elevator dings, and it’s wide enough for you to slip in at the same time. You put your champagne glass in the corner of the elevator for now, hoping you don’t accidentally step on it. In closed quarters, you can smell the slight tang of chlorine coming from Jungkook, combined with his own brand of musk.

Jungkook looks younger tonight, happier. Having just finished graduate school and working towards a full-time gig, another chapter in his life has started. His hair is no longer in that tight-whipped coiff he struggled all week to maintain, loosened in its natural wave due to the pool water and heat. His cheeks are a little ruddied and plump, a sign he’s been enjoying the food this week.

The door barely closes when you get it out, pulling at his hand to face you.

“Jungkook, I like you,” you blurt, and his eyes bug out considerably. Out of reflex, his hand sharply squeezes yours. “You don’t have to say anything, because you’ve been saying everything for the majority of our relationship. I really like you, I really liked you back then too. You’re still so sweet, and loving, and smart and I’ve just been too dumb and insecure to—”

Jungkook seals your confession away with a desperate kiss, and you turn into a pile of mush at the contact. Relief seeps into your bones, sings into your system. When he pulls away, he looks serious. He doesn’t let you get far, and clutches your face between his two hands so you can’t turn your head. Your soft cheeks fill between his fingers, warm and cradled.

“Never call yourself that,” Jungkook exhales, regarding you with firm eyes, “you’re beautiful, and intelligent, and the person I want.”

“I don’t wanna take it slow anymore,” you mumble against his lips, leaning in so that you can barely nip at the pink skin. “Want you now, need you now.”

“You have me now,” Jungkook agrees, and as soon as the elevator dings open to your floor, he scoops you up into his arms.

By all means it’s not graceful, he’s clutching you like a baby with his hands over your butt as he jiggles you all the way to your front door. Clinging onto him like a koala, you press kisses to his cheeks as he leads you to your room. You laugh and giggle like teenagers, as he fumbles between your breast to grab the card key that’s nestled between your bra. It’s warm in his hand as he swipes it through the reader, pushing you inside.

“Is it bad that I’m kinda turned on by the fact you got my key out of my boob?” you joke, although the contact of his rough fingers against your breast is a feeling well missed.

“Is it bad that I’m always turned on when you lecture in seminars?” Jungkook retorts, kicking the door closed with his slipper-clad foot as he walks you to the bed. “Fuck, I can hear you talk about insurance benefits all day.”

“Didn’t know my sex appeal extended that way—oh fuck—”

Your vibrant marigold sundresses provides easy access to Jungkook as he throws you onto the mattress, your skirt billowing over your waist as he makes quick work to expose more of your skin.

“No more talking, more loving,” he’s crazed, doesn’t hesitate to move your bikini bottoms to the side as he rubs lovingly at your long-lost bud, “need to fuck you, now. It’s been so fucking long.”

“Kook,” his breath is warm against your already sopping cunt, and you lift your hand to run through the strands of his messy hair. It only takes one firm tug and you’re able to pull him up by the root of his hair, cranberry juice tinted lips with a faint sheen because he couldn’t help himself to have a little taste of you. “Baby, let me touch you. Let me show you how much I want you," you coo with a pout, hands trailing over the drawstrings of his trunks.

You can see how much Jungkook wants to say yes. His eyes glow with the possibility, bright and wanting in the afternoon sunlight. The image of him shoving his cock deep into your throat, so far that you can taste it in every crevice of your mouth. Your nails gripping into his ass as you go deeper, tears pricking your eyes as cum seeps out of your pretty lips.

But he firmly shakes his head, fingers doing the devil’s work as he eases a digit in you. A little noise of protest bubbles in your throat, but it soon dies out as soon as he finds the right spot to reduce you to mush.

“Next time,” he exhales against the juncture between your thigh and pelvis, picking up the pace and adding another finger, “if you touch me, I’ll cum right then n’there. This is enough for me, you’re enough.”

So you let him have what he wants. You’ll make it up to him in the morning, and the day after, and the day after. You shed your clothes, the sundress extra forgiving as it slides off your body, revealing a swimsuit that hasn’t even touched the pool. You feel a little self-conscious as he drinks you in after so long, but he quickly shucks off his clothes to match your state of nakedness.

You remember how you tiptoed around your first night with Jungkook, taking great care to make sure it was fleeting, how dark the room was as you let your pleasure take over your senses. Two years later and the sun is setting, gold bleeding through your sheets and illuminating the room. There's no need to hide.

“I must say, we’ve both kept it tight,” Jungkook teases with a wink, squeezing your hips so he can change positions.

You silently agree, your fingers slipping across the washboard of his waist.

“Mm, and still so fuckin’ cute,” Jungkook marvels as he pulls you up on his lap. Your whole body is flushed with want, one hand squeezing your breasts while the other plays with the curls of hair that lead to your sopping wetness. You glide your core over Jungkook’s stomach, sighing as you take note of the abs that clench under your heat and his hot member that rubs between your ass.

It’s a tight fit when you finally sink down on him, but the burn only fuels your desire as he stretches you wide. His grip is helpful as he guides you through the motions. It’s been awhile since you’ve been this physical with someone, and it’s almost comical when you both sigh in contentment at the contact.

“I’ve missed this,” you mumble, biting into his shoulder as he thrusts up.

“Mm, it feels different, right?” Jungkook hums, keeping a slow pace. The drag is wonderful, and you know that he’s trying to prolong the moment. He reaches for your head, presses his forehead to yours as he speaks, “you’re mine now, right? For real.”

“I’m all yours, Jungkook,” you press kisses everywhere. No need to hide anymore. You bleed love into every kiss, to his jawline, the little freckles across his chin, his lips. “This is romantic and all, but I really want you to dick me down. Which is why you need to go a little faster, you sap.”

Jungkook scoffs, “A pillow princess is what you are.”

He stops moving, and you two sink further into the mattress without its springs bringing you back up. The both of you are acutely aware of how wet you both are, your combined arousals seeping between your seams and dripping onto Jungkook’s thighs. But the young man simply relaxes against the headboard, baiting you.

“Kook,” you whine, clenching against his member. Your hot walls have a mind of their own, unable to stifle their desire. Sweat lines Jungkook’s brow as he tries his hardest not to move, just simply be.

“Tell me how much you want me, princess,” the pet name has you clenching harder, and you pout.

“Baby,” you whine, leaning forward to whisper in his ear. There’s no one in the room, and you’re sure no one is on this floor because everyone’s on the rooftop, but the words you’re about to say are for Jungkook and Jungkook only, “please, I want you to pound me into this mattress until I can’t walk anymore. I want to cry out your name so everyone can hear I’m yours. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” you nip at his lobe, and let your thumb nick at the simple silver rings that adorn his ear. You hear a click of his teeth, indicating the clench of his jaw as his muscles flex around your body, "I want you to fill me with your cum until I’m eating it, and—and—oh Kook!”

Your words aren’t enough to distract you from his large dick sitting prettily between your folds, and you’re suddenly cumming, all by the mere thought of what’s to happen. You’re shuddering in his arms, and Jungkook soothes you by running his fingers over the spine of your back, distracting you from the utter mess you’re making on the sheets.

“Such a good girl,” Jungkook coddles you, stroking your hair, “can my good girl take it?”

“Y-yes, Kook,” you nod eagerly, fighting the overstimulation as he nudges you off his lap. You’re pliable, as Jungkook sets up the pillows for you to rest comfortably as you get on your elbows and knees, “your good girl.”

You shudder as your bare pussy starts to feel cold, immediately missing the warmth Jungkook can provide. You can practically feel his hot gaze burning in your back, his large palm squeezing your ass as he marvels at how ready and eager you are for him.

“It’s so easy to slip inside,” Jungkook rubs your nectar across the head of his cock, swirling around your engorged skin as he slips right inside. You both moan at the stretch, “Finally, my adorable baby, you like this? You like getting pounded like the dirty girl you really are?”

“Mm, yes!” you squeal, clutching onto the feather down pillows for dear life as Jungkook displays his strength, one hand gripping your hips as the other weaves itself into your hair. It’s a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and the lewd sounds of each other’s juices and his balls against your ass echoing in the room.

“Y-yeah,” despite his power, his thrusts are sloppy, and you know he’s almost at the edge, “and I like you, so so much. I want to make you cum everyday, make you happy and—mph—” he gives up on talking, focusing entirely on his destination.

“Cum, baby,” you urge, melting when his one hand comes to thread with your own, “fill me up with you.”

He flips you on your back, and you finally see how desperate Jungkook is to cum. His eyes are glassy, filled with emotion as he strokes himself to completion. Your hand reaches up to cup his damp face, and that’s when you feel him loosen. Hot, pearly strings cling to your pussy, decorating your skin in his essence. Your fingers immediately reach down to swirl the cum between your folds, and Jungkook groans at the picture, immediately throwing your hands to the side to kiss you senseless.

There’s so much pouring between the two of you, affection, the feeling of being cherished, so much that you can feel the whole world reducing to the two of you.

“All mine,” he whispers to himself, as if he still can’t believe it. And then, he puts up a poker face as he leans into you, resting his head gently on your breasts, “I knew I only needed a week.”

You narrow your eyes, flicking lightly at his forehead. You’re sticky, sweaty, and covered in cum and while you’re exhausted, the built in jacuzzi in your washroom looks very enticing right now. “Jungkook, this happened naturally. I said we would try as friends first and we did. We just so happened to escalate pretty fast.”

“I don’t think it was that fast,” Jungkook nuzzles his face into your skin, “it’s been two years since college. Being popular did do a number on our relationship, but we caught up."

“You were popular-ish,” you roll your eyes, teasing him. His face falls, and you can’t help yourself. Your hands reach over to cup his cheeks, and you happily squish the supple, pouty flesh. He’s adorable. “Kim Taehyung though? Park Jimin? Absolute heartthrobs I couldn’t stand to be near them—ah!”

Jungkook seems to read your mind, lifting you bridal style to drag you over to the bathroom where the marble jacuzzi sits tauntingly. The stone is ice cold as he brings you both inside, immediately turning on the nozzles to fill it with steaming hot water. You find the tiny bottle of lavender suds, spilling the soap in an arc. His legs slip over yours, cradling you so that your back is pressed against Jungkook’s chest.

“Being popular never mattered,” Jungkook shakes his head, pressing a kiss to your jaw, “I realized the only person who I really needed to notice me was you.”

bonus.

You wake Jungkook up the next morning with your lips wrapped around his cock, fresh cherry balm rubbing down the thick veins until he's cumming down your throat.

"Wow," Jungkook whistles, licking his lips at the sight of you sucking the arousal from your thumb. He huffs against the pillow, eyes darting to the open organza window, letting in the early morning light. The rooftop of a multi-star hotel, white Egyptian cotton seats, a full time job on the way and waking up in the most blissful way possible.

"I have a proposal," you crawl on top of him like a koala, hooking your thighs between his blanket clad body.

"I do," he replies instantly, looking straight at you with droopy puppy eyes.

"Not that kind," you slap his chest, "where are you living once orientation is over?"

"Mm, there's a boarding house near a local translation. It's probably an hour commute? Not too bad."

"So, I just leased a townhouse last month," you bite your lip, tucking your head between his neck to hide your embarrassment, "I was gonna rent out the spare room and put an advert in the paper but…"

"I do."

"I said it isn't a marriage proposal."

"Asking you to live with me is basically a marriage proposal."

"There will be no benefits," you sit up, wagging a finger in his face, "you'll be paying rent and half the utilities. And you will be doing all the laundry."

"Sure," Jungkook replies loftily, squeezing your ass, "you're benefit enough."

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The Way You Love Me

Pairing: Damian Priest x Reader Word Count: 1,202 Description: When Damian isn’t feeling the best, the reader reminds him of some of her favorite moments.

Warning: Very brief smut implied, mentions of mental health

A huge shout out to @omg-im-such-a-masochist for her help on figuring this out. I had the main inspiration for this fic and two ideas but didn’t know how to decide between them. She took the ideas, made them better and is letting me use it which I truly appreciate. I tweaked things around a bit and love how it turned out thank you so much baby! This one’s for you💕 _________ Tag list:

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“Babe?”

You call out, closing the front door behind you and kicking your shoes off. The house was completely silent, she knew Damian was home. Adam told you he had asked to leave early while you were in the middle of a practice match.

Setting your keys on the hook and making your way through the house checking every room then heads upstairs when you have no luck. Gently pushing the door to the master bedroom open, you spot a lump in the middle of their bed wrapped in the blankets.

“Damian? Are you okay?”

Walking over and sitting on your side of the bed you untuck some of the blankets and pull them back. The sight of Damian laying there with his eyes shut, tear tracks staining his cheeks broke your heart.

“Hey hey it’s me, why are you crying?”

You whisper gently stroking his cheek waiting for him to open his eyes.

“Oh hello princesa, it’s nothing, don't worry about it. How was the rest of your practice?”

“It was fine. It must be something if it’s got you this upset. You know you can talk to me about anything.”

Turning his face into your hand as it stroked his face Damian swallows the lump in his throat then looks at you.

“Why are you with me?”

“What?”

“Why are you with me? There are so many better looking more athletic people out there for you to be with. Someone who can give you all that you deserve in this life, which is so much more than what I can.”

“Where’s this coming from?”

Sighing Damian pulls the blankets back so you could crawl under them with him. Wrapping your arms around him and kissing his forehead you wait.

“At work today I was hanging out with some of the guys and they were going on about things they had gotten their partners for Valentine’s Day. I told them we had a simple picnic together after breakfast in bed and how I gave you that new photo album you’ve had your eye on.

They kinda teased me and said I needed to do better before someone else swooped in. I know it was just harmless banter but it really got me thinking what if it happened? And then I said for your promise ring I gave you my class ring, they thought it was silly and that you deserved an actual ring. My confidence has been a bit shaken lately, my mental health is taking a nose dive but today just proved those thoughts.

I’m not good enough for you y/n. I can’t give you all that you deserve and I know that’s true. It just keep replaying over and over in my head.”

Damian swallows, blinking back more tears and closing his eyes for a moment.

“Te mereces mucho mejor que yo.” (You deserve so much better than me.)

“Oh baby no no.”

Quickly shaking your head you cup his face wiping the tears away and waiting for him to look at you.

“Now you listen to me, my love, it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks about what we get or do for each other. I wanted that album for our photos and that’s what you got me. I love that you listen and pay attention to the small things. You always manage to get me what I want and I always feel so loved”

Kissing his lips gently you smile holding your hand out looking at his class ring.

“The fact you’re using something so special and that you worked hard for as a promise ring. Means more to me then any other ring, there’s sentimental value behind it. I wish you would have told me you’d been feeling this way lately. I couldn’t imagine spending my life with anyone but you Damian. Baby I’m forever yours.

Nobody has ever treated me like you have and it’s not just about the gifts. It’s the memories, fun and support we give each other. What we have is incredible I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I love the way you love me, How can I help cheer you up besides remind you that I love you with my entire being?”

Searching your face he gently kisses your hand hugging you

“What’s one of your favorite moments in our relationship?”

“Ohh there’s so many.”

Laying there looking in his eyes you think lightly tapping his chin with your finger.

“Oh! I know, do you remember when your Chronicle streamed for the first time?”

“Yeah that was a nerve wracking but exciting time.”

“Do you remember how we celebrated?”

“A lot of that week was a blur.”

Smiling you snuggle closer to him kissing his shoulder.

“Well let me remind you, we got to the arena and when it aired we watched with a bunch of our friends. Then afterwards everyone decided to watch another one since they didn’t want to go home just yet. You and I then went outside just to get some fresh air since you were feeling a lot of emotions. We wanted a little privacy so we managed to get up to the roof of the building. The moon was out and right after we got up there.”

“It started pouring and we made love in the rain.”

Damian says his face lighting up as you grin at him gently poking his nose.

“Exactly, that was the first time I ever did anything crazy like that. And I enjoyed every moment of it. That is when I really knew you were the one for me, someone I wanted to try crazy stuff with all the time.”

Damian smiles letting out a soft laugh as he holds you close.

“That was a lot of fun now that I remember, we should do it again sometime.”

“We’ll see baby, just don’t forget I love you and I am the luckiest person alive to have you.”

“I love you too mi amor.”

Kissing you softly Damian allows you to go ahead and change into comfier clothes while he rubs his face.

“Sorry about crying.”

“Hey, do not apologize for having emotions and sharing them with me. It's one hundred percent okay. There’s nothing wrong with need a good cry, there’s nothing wrong with feeling your emotions or letting them out. It’s completely fine I promise.”

Blowing him a kiss you take your dirty clothes into the bathroom and place them in the hamper. Going back into the room you glance out the window and walk over opening it. The sound of rain falling causes an idea to form in your head.

Taking your bra off you throw it at Damian’s face as he stares at the ceiling.

“Let’s go down memory lane again, shall we?”

You smirk as he looks at your bra chuckling then watches you strip your night shirt off. Swaying your hips as you go over to the bed.

“Mmm mi amor I would enjoy nothing more.”

Leaning over he wraps his arm around your waist pulling you onto him. Straddling his waist you look down at Damian with a smile.

“I’m going to spend all night reminding you of how much I love you.”

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writing-for-the-people · 3 years

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Window

Fandom: Julie and the Phantoms

Pairing: Luke Patterson X Alive!Female! Reader

Requested: Yes, @charliegillespiewife

A/N: so sorry it took me a while to get this out, I hope you enjoy it, though!! One of these days, I might write something happy for Luke. I might go back and add a gif later, they weren't loading for me! Lyrics are Window by MAGIC GIANT.

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90's

Luke sat in Bobby's garage, scribbling away in his songbook. You kind of figured that's where he'd be. He's always got that little book open in front of him when he's not busy.

You cleared your throat, trying to gain his attention. As soon as he looked up at you and processed who you were, he slammed the little book shut, gaining your interest.

"What's in there that you're hiding from me, Lukey?" you asked, a teasing lilt in your voice. Red spread across his face and he looked down at the book. The flustered attitude and silence following your question was an unusual response to gain from your usually confident and boisterous significant other. It made you a little worried. You sat down next to him, leaning bodily into his side.

"You'll find out soon enough, Y/N," Luke hummed, dropping a soft kiss on your forehead. You hummed softly, leaning up to get a proper kiss from him.

"If you say so, love." You sat up to let Luke stand, and winced when his back popped loudly as he streached. "Are you excited for tonight?"

He turned to look down at you, a large grin plastered on his face. " Of course I am. After tonight, everything is going to change." Luke and his band, Sunset Curve, had finally gotten the biggest gig of their career so far performing at the Orpheum. They had all been ecstatic for it, Luke especially. He felt like this was finally their chance and that they were finally going to be able to get their names out there.

The short silence that followed your question was broken by the rest of the band barging in. They were all ready to get the equipment loaded and taken over to the Orpheum.

After the successful soundcheck you watched with Luke and Alex as Bobby and Reggie chatted up one of the employees at the club. Luke interfered for a little bit, before suggesting street dogs. He looked at you after Reggie and Alex agreed, and you shook your head.

You wanted to stay behind and make sure that everything was ready for the rest of the night, and Bobby wanted to stay and see if he couldn't get any farther with Rose. You waved goodbye to Alex and Reggie, and pressed a kiss to Luke's lips, begging him to stay safe. Little did you know this would be the last time you would see him.

Present

Julie was looking over a song in Luke’s book, going over it in her head. It was one that Luke had brought to her attention. He thought that it would be good for them to perform at their next gig, and so far, Julie agreed. When she shifted positions, a picture and a folded out piece of paper fell out of the book, gaining her attention as well. It was of Luke and a girl. Her arm was outstretched, holding the camera to be able to take the picture of her and Luke. She had her eyes closed, but Luke was looking at her with so much love.

Julie unfolded the piece of paper, finding it was a song. She felt bad for snooping for all of a moment. She jumped when the paper was pulled from her hands, looking up to see a less than enthusiastic Luke.

He had poofed into the garage quietly, wanting to ask Julie a question, but he froze when he saw the picture in her hand. He still remembered that day, vividly.

“Luke!” you called happily to him, holding the polaroid camera up for him to see. “Come take a picture with me!” Your smile made it hard for him to say no, so he crossed the room to you. As you held up the camera and smiled, eyes closed, the only thing he could look at was you and your smile. When you opened your eyes to find him already looking at you, you smiled shyly.

“What?”

“Nothing.” He uttered softly, before pressing a kiss to your lips. “I love you.” You laughed softly, pecking his lips again before looking to the polaroid.

“Luke! You were looking at me!” You pouted. Luke laughed.

“I think it turned out just fine.”

“You weren’t meant to see the picture or the song.” Luke mumbled, holding his hand out. Julie passed the photo back to him.

“Who is she?”

“Just someone I used to know. I doubt she’d even remember me now.”

“What’s her name?”

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

Julie knew what she wanted to do.

Later

“Where are we, Julie?” Luke asked softly. He looked up at the house, confusion twisting his brow.

“I did some digging, and I found that she was still in town.” Julie answered. Luke was still confused until he remembered their earlier conversation.

“No!” Luke shook his head quickly. “Absolutely not.” Julie stared at him for a moment before ringing the doorbell. “Julie!”

Julie didn’t have a chance to respond before the door opened to reveal you standing there. You had clearly grown up, but he could still recognize you.

“Hi, Y/N. I’m Julie. I found an old songbook in my garage when I was cleaning one day.”

“That’s not what happened.” Julie ignored Luke’s interjection and continued on.

“And I found this picture tucked into its pages.” She held the picture out, and you took it, covering your mouth with your free hand after seeing it.

“Luke.” you breathed out softly, your eyes glazing over. You were hit with memories of the two of you together, of goofing off with the band, of being happy. You invited the girl in after a moment.

“I also found this in the book.” She said softly, once the two of you were seated on the couch. Luke hovered behind, knowing what was going on. Julie had done the same thing when she found the song for his mom. Julie held a folded piece of paper out to you, and you took it, gingerly unfolding it. ‘Window’ was scrawled across the top of it in Luke’s messy but familiar handwriting. ‘For Y/N’ followed right after.

It's 3 A.M., I hope you're home

I wanna be with you

Just let me in through the window

I had a dream we fell asleep

And woke up in ecstasy

What makes a dream come true?

No one needs to know

I will come in through the window

Oh, oh, oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone

I'm not leaving you alone

It's Friday night and we're alive

And lover's Lane is open wide

We'll get there when we arrive (we arrive)

Your balcony's a limousine

Your bed's a yellow submarine

Right off to the great unknown

Just let me in through the window

No one needs to know

I will come in through the window

Oh, oh, oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone

I'm not leaving you alone

Oh oh oh I'm not leaving you alone

You could write this love in stone…

You closed your eyes, feeling tears slide over your cheeks. Luke wished he could reach out, and wipe those tears away.

“I loved her, so much.” Luke said softly. Julie repeated the words to you, and looked at Luke. “You were the best thing to happen to me.” He continued. “You made everyday worth it. You were the reason I kept going when I felt like everything was against me. You made me strong and I loved you for it,” Julie repeated everything to you, and by the end of the small soliloquy, you were crying even harder. Julie reached out and pulled you into a hesitant hug.

“Thank you, Julie.” You sobbed softly into her shoulder. After a moment, you recollected yourself. “After he died, I never felt like I would have closure. The way things ended felt wrong to me. But you bringing me this, telling me those things, makes me feel like I can finally let go.”

“He’d want you to be happy.”

“I know.” The two of you sat and you regaled her with tales of Luke and the bands adventures in their short lives. Julie laughed along with you, enjoying hearing about them.

Luke leaned on the back of the couch, tears leaking down his face, but a smile held firmly on his face. He missed seeing the happy look that would light your eyes. He missed you. A lot.

“Thank you for that, Julie.” Luke murmured softly, once they were back in the garage. “Maybe we should have told her.”

“Maybe.” Julie looked at the picture of Luke and Y/N that she had put up on the wall. “Maybe one day we will.”

JATP Tag list: @spooky-scary-lesbian

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allensimpsforcorpse · 3 years

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Warnings: Panic Attack, injury due to said panic attack, mentions of a mall shooting, Blood

Summary: Corpse was streaming one day when a comment caused a long supressed memory to resurface and it triggered a panic attack; not wanting to worry his friends about why the comment caused such a reaction, he decided to take them down the memory lane, talking about a girl he adored for the first time in years.

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Chapter 1 :: Guns

Corpse laughs as he listens to Rae rage about how he deeply marinated her during the game, making her believe that he wasn’t one of the imposters.

It was a fun round, he and Sykkuno were the imposters. Their plan was simple, Sykkuno will do killing while Corpse handles the sabotaging and marinating. Usually, it was vice versa or they both do the killing and sabotaging but to be completely honest, Corpse didn’t think he was in the right state of mind to handle the stress of successfully killing a crewmate without making a rookie mistake.

Today was.. the anniversary of something he wished never happened. Something he wished he could reverse, make sure it never happens; Anniversary of her d–

“Corpse? Hey buddy, you okay?”

“Yeah, you’re suddenly so quiet”

“Maybe it’s technical difficulties?”

“No, I can hear his breathing, are you okay, Corpse?”

The sound of his friends' worried voices snapped him out of his swirling thoughts, their concern warmed his heart. He really doesn’t deserve them. Shaking his head to mentally swat away the thoughts about today, he finally answered them.

"I'm fine, I just zoned out a bit" Sighs of relief echoed from his friends and it made him smile, it was nice to know that there are people who cares about it. He looked down at his trembling hand, holding the mouse tightly as he waits for the game to start. Looking back up at his screen, he notices the lack of red hue on his name meaning he was a crewmate this round.

Thank god.

He immediately made his character circle around Rae twice before bumping visors with her, a silent apology for last round. Rae bumped back and he took that as a sign that he was forgiven, although despite that, he is internally wishing that she wasn't the imposter. "I'm going to die, if she's an imposter" he commented as he made his way out of the Cafeteria and into the Admin room to try and finish that dreaded card swipe again.

Too fast. Try again.

A laugh escaped his lips, his mind recreating a certain gta meme.

Too fast. Try again.

"Oh, come on" he jokingly whined, trying to swipe a little bit slower this time.

Too slow. Try again.

Just as he was about to try it out again, the killing animation of Sykkuno shooting his character on the head played brightly on his screen. The animation made his hands tremble a little, memories long supressed threatening to resurface. He didn't let it. Instead he took a deep breath and forced out a laugh as he watches Sykkuno vent out of Admin.

"The betrayal" he said, feigning a hurt tone for the dramatics. He decided to finish his other tasks first before doing that one.

Seeing as he was now dead anyways, he finally took a glance at his chat and let out a laugh. His fans were now calling his demise as the 'Card Swipe Incident 2.0', and he bets that's going to go viral and trending on the bird app soon. He doesn't know how his community does it, but they seem to be able to get any hashtag trending quickly.

"Card swipe is ruining my life" he jested, watching as Sykkuno killed yet another crewmate which so happens to be Rae. He can already hear her saying her famous 'The Audacity!' line.

He moved to the reactor to do the Simon Says, all the while replying as much as he could to the fast and wild chats from his fans. They were being supportive as per usual, some teasing him for failing the card swipe again despite having done it a lot of times already. He shook his head, paying no mind as Felix got sliced by Jack in the background.

"Look guys, that shit is hard, okay?" he giggled, internally cursing as he pressed the wrong button and have to start right from the beginninng again. Glancing at the chat once again, one particular chat caught his eye and he wished he didn't see it.

"Why are you guys watching them instead of helping the people caught in a mall shooting right now–" he stopped reading, his mind suddenly focused on those two words that destroyed his world back then and still does at times. Like right now.

Caught in a mall shooting.

Mall shooting.

Shooting–

"[Corpse's name], HELP ME!"

Memories flashed before his eyes, one after another. Guns. Blood. People running out of the mall in a a panic, his hand tightly grasping hers. Fear rapidly growing in her (eye color) orbs, said orbs dulling not a full minute later as she falls to the ground and blood started to trickle down from the center of her forehead.

He couldn't breath, air seemed to stop flowing into his lungs as he feels them burn. Sweat started to form on his skin as he feels himself pale, cold seeping through his skin as he feels himself shake harder. He loudly gasped for air, desperate for even just a little bit because he couldn't breath. His stream long forgotten as the panic attack he was currently experiencing took over him.

He didn't even notice the game ending with the Imposters winning. Didn't notice as his friends finally took notice of his current predicament. He wss too busy trying to get air into his lungs as the memories continues to play in a seemingly neverending loop. He squeezed his eyes shut manages to stop himself from loudly apologizing to a dead girl in front of his friends and so many strangers.

Deciding that he needs to get out of the stream quickly, he left the discord call and the stream with a quick "I gotta go" and immediately turned off his desktop. Big mistake.

Instead of seeing his face in the darkness of his screen, he saw her. Bloodied face and messy (hair color) locks, her hands equally as bloody was pressed on the screen. There was a combination of tears and blood flowing from her eyes. His eyes widened, a scream leaving his mouth as he punches the screen repeatedly, anything to get rid of that horrid image.

Blood bloomed on his knuckles as he stares on his broken desktop, the image finally gone from it's many broken shards. He can hear his phone repeatedly vibrate on his desk, most likely his friends dm-ing him and his fans tagging him in posts. He couldn't bring himself to answer them.

He turned away from the desk and moved to stand up which is yet another big mistake as his legs shook and gave up under his weight, making the dark haired man fall hard to the ground, pain blooming on his limbs. Black spots filled his visions and as he tries to get up and get his phone but before he could fully grasp it, his vision went completely black and he fell to the ground once again.

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starrynite7114 · 3 years

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roommates: four

A/N: Hello everyone! Happy weekend! Hope your week has been a good one! So my brain has been going 100mph. I’m trying to calm it down and focus on one thing, but that’s proving to be hard. LOL BUT I’M TRYING. Sorry the updates are taking longer, I’ve been getting ideas and it just takes over my brain. School is starting back up next week so I’m going to try my best to go on a writing spree this weekend so I can try and update every week. Emphasis on TRY. But thank you for continue to support me, you all are just too lovely.

Also, I have two Angel request I’m going to try to post since they are half way done along with the EZ request. I’m really lagging on EZ, but it will be posted.

EZ request

Dance (Angel)

Always you (Angel)

Lake Part Two

Sex Guru Angel

Everything is you: part 12

Graduation (EZ request)

Rio request

Two Daddy Angel request: Snuggling and Trip to the aquarium

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If you would like to be added to the tag list, please let me know! My tag list is a little messy, but please let me know if you want to be added!

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Word count: 7697

Warnings: Mentions of abuse, smut, angst

You looked at your closet, thinking of what to wear tonight for your date with Angel. He suggested that you wore something comfortable, casual, no dressy outfits.

‘But if you want to wear a skirt for my benefit, by all means mami, go right ahead.’

Angel was too much, but you weren’t complaining. Ever since you agreed to go on a date a few days ago, Angel has been occupying your bed. He always reasoned that it was due to the fact that your bed was comfortable, but you’ve slept on his bed before and it was equally as comfortable. You stopped trying to kick Angel out of your bed since you enjoyed his company. And you figured it wouldn’t be long till Angel got over this need to be with you. You felt like he was just scratching some itch about going down memory lane. You didn’t think Angel was interested and you figured this need he had for you would fade. You had no plans on furthering your relationship and it was to protect yourself and Angel. Agreeing to this date, you didn’t regret it, you wanted to go on a date with Angel, see how it was after all these years.

“It shouldn’t be this difficult to pick out clothes.” You sighed, placing your hands on your hips, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“You don’t have to try and impress me, I’m already impressed.”

You jumped hearing Angel’s voice. You turned and found him leaning against your doorframe, looking sinfully good. His kutte was not on him for once. He was wearing a short sleeve black button up, jeans and boots. His hair was slicked back, newly trimmed along with his beard. But you had to remain strong, you couldn’t let Angel know that he made the butterflies in your stomach go wild. Or that whenever he smiled at you, you found yourself flustered since even when you were younger, Angel’s smile was your favorite thing about him. You made it your mission to keep that smile on his face. Whenever Angel was with you, you noticed how carefree he was and that’s all you could ask for.

You and Angel were always able to be yourselves around one another.

No bullshit, nothing.

“Impress you? Absolutely not, I dress for me baby.” You blew him a kiss before turning back towards your vanity. “Besides, just in case I see some other good looking guy wherever we go, at least I’m dressed to impress.” That was a lie, your eyes wouldn’t leave Angel’s tonight, but he didn’t need to know that.

“Look at you talking shit again.” Angel walked over to you just as you stood up from your vanity. When you turned around, you ran into Angel’s chest. One of his arms wrapped around you, while his hand cupped your face. Without any warning, Angel kissed you, which took your breath away as always. You thought that if you kept kissing Angel, the effects of his kiss would wither away, but you were wrong. It was like every kiss was different on a miniscule level, but it was and it always took your breath away. “This ass is mine baby.” He grabbed your ass, a moan escaping your lips. “God, let’s just order pizza and let me show you who that pussy belongs to.” He bit your ear, another moan coming out of you.

You bit your lip and looked up at him, your fingers began to unbutton his button up. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

“No, no, don’t tempt me.” He captured your lips again, his hands stopping you from further undoing his buttons. “I got a night planned for us, but we can definitely have a happy ending later.”

You laughed. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?”

“Somewhere nice, fun.” He pulled away from you to stop the temptation he faced.

“So we’re going to a strip club?” You teased.

“Listen, if you want to go to a strip club baby girl, I’m down, but I would rather you strip this outfit for me later tonight.” He twirled you around, your skirt flowing along with the twirl. You wore a white v-neck for your top and a navy blue skirt, shorts underneath.

“Hmm, maybe.” You held up two pairs of shoes, one were heels, while the other were Air Jordan’s.

“Heels or Jordan’s?”

“Jordan’s, you don’t need heels where we’re going.”

“Can you just give me a hint?”

“It would defeat the purpose of a surprise.”

“You’re annoying.”

Angel chuckled. “Learned from your annoying ass.”

Angel had been driving for forty-five minutes and the sun had setted. It was nice to watch the sunset, listening to some old school jams, and with Angel’s hand was intertwined with yours. You could get used to this, but at the same time, you had your reservations. While Angel made it clear that the scars didn’t bother him, it was still an insecurity for you. Why would he want damaged goods? It was a thought that Carmelo basically embedded in your mind. Why would anyone want damaged goods? Why would anyone want to touch a woman who had someone else’s initials carved on them? He wanted to mark you up so that no one else would want you, so he could have you, you would have no choice. It was all about choice with Carmelo. He would be your choice, your only choice. He isolated you, made sure that you had no choice but to stay with him.

But then Medina came along and gave you a choice.

At first, it was just an escape from your reality.

Then the outings with his wife came about and Carmelo didn’t mind since he was mildly afraid of Medina’s wife.

Then eventually he helped you escape Carmelo.

You never asked for details, you didn’t want details. All you cared about was that Carmelo was gone.

“Baby, I lost you.” Angel softly squeezed your hand.

“Sorry,” you offered him a smile and you noticed that he had stopped driving. Looking at the place before you, you smiled. “Angel Reyes, you want to get your ass kicked on our first date?” He brought you to your favorite mini-golf place, a date you two had plenty of times when you were still teenagers.

“This isn’t our first date and kick my ass?” He scoffed. “Baby, daddy’s winning this.”

“Odd term to refer to me as, daddy, but I mean, whatever floats your boat.” You shrieked as you exited your car, grabbing your stuff.

You closed the door and Angel made his way over to you, backing you up against your car. “You’re such a shit talker today.” He smirked. “We should make this interesting.”

“How so?” You were intrigued.

“Let’s make a wager, if I win, you left me fuck you in your car after we finish, but if you win, you could have your way with me.”

“Ooh, or, if I win, we go home right after this, forget the rest of your plans and you can fuck me at home.” You whispered this in his ear, making Angel groan.

“Fuck it, you win, let’s go home.”

“No,” you shook your head. “We just got here, let’s play, just so daddy can hand your ass to you.”

Angel chuckled. “Keep that energy up.”

You were currently at the last hole for mini-golf. Angel was kicking your ass, which didn’t surprise you. You always knew he let you win when you two were younger.

“I can’t wait to have those legs wrapped around me.” He whispered into your ear as you made your way to hit the golf ball.

You scoffed. If you made a hole in one, you could win. But of course, the last hole was rarely the easiest.

“You look good sticking your ass out like that.” Angel licked his lips, the gesture was not amiss by you.

Looking over at Angel, you playfully glared at him. “You’re distracting me.”

“Is that your excuse of why you’re doing so terribly?” Angel smirked.

“Fuck you Angel.”

“That’s the plan baby girl.”

You rolled your eyes and hit the ball. And much like you predicted, you lost. Angel walked with that damn swagger towards you, but it seemed to have grown tenfold. His confidence made Angel so much more attractive. He was already an attractive guy, but this swagger, the smirk on his face, that shirt that accentuated his newly sculpted body, it was sinful.

How could you keep resisting him?

“I’m glad you wore the skirt.”

“Yeah? Why is that?”

“Easy access.”

You moaned, your fingers became entangled in Angel’s hair, your back arching as he continued to eat you out. His lips parted from your nether lips, the devilish smirk on his lips, your juices make his beard glisten.

“Fuck,” you breathed out. You would never tell Angel he was the best oral sex you ever had. Best sex you ever had, period. “I’m so close daddy.”

“I know baby,” he spat down on your pussy, the added lubrication was not needed, but the mere act of it turned both of you on. Angel slid in two fingers in you, your skirt was bunched up above your stomach, Angel watching his ringed fingers disappear in you. His rings would bump against your entrance, the cold metal making the experience that much more erotic. “So fucking tight like always.”

“Uh huh,” you panted. “Daddy please let me come, let me come on your dick.” Control was something you rarely gave, especially with everything that happened with Carmelo. But with Angel, it was almost natural.

Angel bit your inner thigh. “I told you that you would be begging for daddy’s dick.” His mouth was back on you once again, adding a third finger sliding in and out of you.

“That feels so good.” You whimpered, moving your hips to meet his.

“Don’t move.” He held your hips down, he sucked your clit in, the added sensation felt so good. You felt your legs shaking, the tears welling up in your eyes. Angel had already made you come three times prior to your impending one. “Look at you, my pussy is just clenching my fingers, wishing it was daddy’s dick. You want daddy to stretch his tiny pussy out?”

“Yes daddy,” you begged, your hand resting on his hand that was holding your hip down.

Angel chuckled. He increased the pace of his fingers and before long, you were arching your back, seeing stars as you screamed out Angel’s name. Angel continued moving his fingers in and out, your walls sucking him in, keeping you feeling full. Pushing him away, you moved down your folded middle seats and took a deep breath. Angel’s eyes were locked with yours, licking the juices that were on his fingers. He pulled you towards him, cupping your face as he kissed you, his tongue massaging yours, your hand drifting under his shirt. His lips hovered above yours as he stopped your hand from moving further.

“Not yet baby, let’s eat and then I can fuck that pretty little pussy.” He gave you one last peck and moved down to sit at the edge of your trunk. You two had gotten some In N Out burgers with fries and a shake. Once you were at the lookout that rarely anyone frequented at night, Angel tore your panties off of you and ate you out. Your food was cold now, but you didn’t give a fuck, Angel gave you some of the best orgasms you’ve ever had and you hated him for it.

You sat next to him, the wetness in between your thighs should have made you feel disgusted, but knowing it was due to Angel, it made you wetter. Angel handed you your burger. You didn’t realize how hungry you were till the burger was in your hand. You two quickly ate your burger and fries, the melted milkshake still hit the spot. Angel moved to sit behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on your shoulder.

The view of Santo Padre below you was breathtaking. You always enjoyed the peace and quiet, something Angel always tried to provide for you. Whenever you were stressed out, Angel provided the escape for you and you always appreciated how well he could read you.

“Why’d you come back to Santo Padre?” Angel always meant to ask you when he first saw that you had come back to this little town of his. He didn’t understand why you would come back, there was nothing here.

You shrugged. “I don’t know. After the whole thing with Carmelo, I wanted to disappear. Being up north just had too many memories and I was just embarrassed for everything that happened.” You leaned your head back against Angel’s chest.

“Embarrassed?” Angel’s head lifted, looking at your side profile.

“I was always so strong willed and wouldn’t take shit from anyone.”

“Say that again.”

You playfully elbowed Angel and he laughed, kissing your cheek. “I was embarrassed, I shunned my family and friends. Then when I finally opened my eyes, I could barely open them.” The memories of Carmelo’s abuse never waned, it was always present like it occurred the previous day. It was easier to mask your feelings or the fear you felt during those times. The scars on your back were nothing compared to the scars he inflicted within. How low you felt always came to hunt you. Confidence was always something you possessed, it was reinforced by your family along with your friends. Cheating was a deal breaker and abuse was above that. After the first hit, you always questioned yourself why you didn’t leave, then you realized that the emotional abuse started before the physical. Carmelo caught you in a low point, a patient had died on you, a nine year old and he swept in. The way he belittled you, it made you feel like an inadequate nurse and that’s when the abuse truly started. He knew how to make you feel low, reminding you that due to your inadequacy the nine year old passed.

But you realized now that it wasn’t your fault.

But Carmelo already had done his damage.

It took you some time to recover, but being up north suffocated you. The further south you were the better and for some reason, you ended up in Santo Padre. Your mentor, Pierre, an older ED physician took a job in Santo Padre Medical Center and you followed. Santo Padre always held special memories for you and a change of scenery was needed. You didn’t think you would run into Angel, but fate had another thing planned for you.

“This wasn’t your fault you know.” Angel hated hearing the defeat in your voice, the embarrassment. A man who was supposed to cherish you and protect you was the one who did such incredible damage to you. Angel could not forgive that. He had to find Carmelo and kill the mother fucker. He didn’t deserve to be walking on this earth after what he did to you.

“I know that now. He got me when I was in such a low place. He made me feel like a million dollars, but he also made me feel like I was the lowest scum in the world. I loved him, all I wanted was for him to love me. He always told me he did, that when he hit me, he was trying to correct bad behavior so that I would remain perfect.” You felt your chest tightening up thinking of Carmelo’s words. How he sunk his claws into your brain was something you never understood, but it happened.

Angel didn’t want to indulge in going down memory lane about Carmelo, but he wanted to know just how much he hurt you. Though, Angel realized that this may not have been a good idea since he felt his blood boiling. This was supposed to be your date, he shouldn’t be fucking worried about Carmelo. But he was going to find this man and make sure he endured the pain you went through, even greater than.

“He’ll never be able to touch you again.” Angel whispered against the side of your head.

“Medina took care of him.”

“I know baby, but you’re with me now. He will never go near you again.”

And you believed Angel. As long as he remained your roommate, you felt invisible, untouchable. The Mayans were well respected, well feared in Santo Padre. They didn’t need to be like, their presence invoked different types of emotions from everyone.

“When you get married, you should let me rent out a room so you can assure I would stay safe.” Angel knew your tactic. You were subtly trying to put him in the friend zone by mentioning his future without you by his side. It was cute, but that wasn’t going to work on him. He would show you that he was worth a second chance.

“Why would you need to rent a room when you’re going to be sharing a room with me?”

You smiled, shaking your head. “You’re too smooth Reyes.”

“Maybe, but don’t act like I didn’t just give you a couple of mind blowing orgasms. You can keep trying to push me away, but it’s not going to work.” Angel turned your face towards him, kissing you.

You pulled away, your eyes closed as you relished the feel of Angel’s lips against yours. “Has it always been this intense between us?” Your forehead rested against his.

“Do you just try not to remember our relationship?” He gave you a quick peck again.

“Shut up, I do, but I don’t know.” You turned to face Angel, wanting to see his reaction to your conversation. “Sometimes I look back at our relationship and wonder what would have happened if we had stayed together.” It was a thought that was always at the back of your mind. The what ifs scenario.

What if you stayed with Angel? Where would you two be? Would you two be together? Would you two have fallen apart?

What if you decided to come back to Santo Padre after you became a nurse? Would you two have reconnected?

For years after you left, you thought of Angel often. Your connection was always strong when you were younger and at times you felt it may have been too early for you two. That if you met at a later time, things would have been different. You remembered when Angel would sneak into your room, sleep over and pretend he was coming to pick you up in the morning. It wasn’t often but you enjoyed those late nights, talking about your future. He always spoke about your future, how you would be together. Yet when you told him you love him, he just said thank you.

He was your first love.

And they always said you’ll always love your first love.

It irked you how true it was.

Ever since you came back, seeing how Angel grew up after all these years, the love you had for him resurfaced and it grew stronger. But you weren’t willing to take the risk. Angel never seemed interested to rekindle your relationship till recently. At times, before this whole thing when you would share a bed, you would watch Angel sleep. He had no worries in the world and had to always be touching you while you were asleep. His arms and legs didn’t have to be around you, at times, his fingertips were just touching your arm and he was good. Or his arm would be against yours as he slept on his stomach and it helped his craving to be always touching you.

Angel wasn’t sure when it started, maybe it was after the first time you two shared a bed, but regardless, Angel craved your touch. It was his love language.

“We’d be married by now with at least three kids.” Angel’s answer was so firm and sure.

You grinned, shaking your head. “Yeah? You’re so confident about this.”

“Listen, just because we broke up or we were young, it doesn’t mean our relationship was nothing. I knew that I wanted you for the rest of my life then and it hasn’t changed now. You came back to Santo Padre in your own accord and I knew that meant that this was our second chance and I wasn’t going to fuck it up.” Angel took your hand in his, intertwining it. “I know you’re not ready, I know the wounds he left you are still fresh, but I’ll wait. I’m inpatient, but you’re worth the wait. So all these doubts in your mind? About me not wanting damage goods or your choice to not rekindle previous relationships? That’s well and fine, but I’m here to shut those thoughts down.” He didn’t want to tell you he loves you, not yet. He would wait because he knew when things became too much, your default was to just freeze everything out.

“I’m scared.”

“You have no reason to be.”

And you wanted to believe him, but it was going to take time. You just hoped he didn’t get tired of waiting.

=================

As soon as you stepped through the door, Angel was all over you. Once you managed to lock the door, he picked you up, your legs wrapping around his body. He made his way to your room, softly placed you on the bed. He unbuckled his belt and removed it, your eyes never leaving him. Biting your lip, you stood up and maneuvered him to sit down. Unbuttoning his pants, you kissed him, pulling away so you could help him remove his jeans and boxers. Once they were pooled around his ankles, you got on your knees, wrapping your hand on his cock, your thumb spreading the precum on the tip of his cock. Spitting down at his cock, moving your hand up and down causing Angel to close his eyes. You proceeded to give a few kitten licks on the head of his cock before you engulfed it in your mouth.

Angel groaned, holding your hair together as he watched you hollow your cheeks as you moved up and down his length. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, moaning out your name.

“Fuck baby, you look so fucking hot like this.” You moved away from him, sliding your hand up and down his hard length. You take him all the way in, swallowing around him making Angel groan once again. He was trying hard not to fuck your mouth, but you were making it difficult. Dipping your tongue at the slit on the top of his length, Angel caught the smirk on your face as he lost himself watching you engulf his length back into your mouth. Using both your hands and mouth, Angel laid back on your bed, his hand wrapped around your hair, guiding you up and down. The moans that he was letting out was turning you on, you could feel just how wet you were. Knowing you brought such pleasure to Angel, it made you feel good. “Shit, I’m coming.” You took him in deeper, Angel fucking your mouth, groaning out your name as he came.

You let him go with a pop, you smirked as some of his cum seeped from the corner of your mouth before you put it back inside, swallowing it.

“You’re such a good girl,” Angel sat up, his hand still entangled in your hair. He bent down and captured your lips with his, you moaned as you felt him slightly tug your hair, his lips hovering over yours. “Daddy should reward you for being so good.”

“Please daddy,” you were giving Angel total control tonight. You could always be a brat, but tonight, Angel could have you.

Standing up, you stepped away from him to remove your skirt. Your hand was at the hem of your shirt, but you hesitated. Angel saw your hesitation and he gave you a small smile.

“You don’t have to take it off baby girl, you can keep it on.” He didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He wanted to make you feel good. The last thing he wanted was for you to worry about your scars.

You bit your lip and took off your shirt. Angel’s smile widened as he saw your body for the first time. You took off your bra and threw it at him. He laughed and caught you when you jumped on him, wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing your lips together. One of your hands went back down to his length, moving your hand up and down wants again.

“Does daddy want his pussy wrapped around his dick?” Your lips hovered over his lips, smiling as Angel was catching his breath, his attention obviously on the sensations he felt around his length.

“Yeah baby girl, let me get my pussy.”

You positioned yourself above him, slowly sliding down his length. Moaning as your pussy stretched to accommodate him. Throwing your head back, your fingers digging into his shoulders, nails digging in on his skin.

“You’re so big daddy, it feels so fucking good.” You whimpered out as he bottomed out.

Angel looked down at where you two were connected, biting his lips as he waited for you to adjust. You moved up and down, your walls clenching around him making Angel moan your name out.

“Baby, stop clenching my dick.” He chuckled, kissing you to help you relax.

“Sorry,” you smiled sheepishly.

Guiding you to move up and down his cock, Angel watched your face, memorizing every facial expression you had.

“You feel so fucking good baby, tight, wet, always ready for daddy.” Angel whispered against your ear.

Your pace was slow, the burn Angel provided was basically imprinted in your mind. Ever since you two slept together, you haven’t slept with anyone and your dildo, vibrators, definitely did not compare to him, but gain, you would never let Angel know that. Angel’s fingers came in contact with your scar and you slightly froze. Before he could lose you, Angel cupped your face, brought your lips down to his.

“Don’t, stay with me.” He thrusted up into you, your brain fogging as the overwhelming pleasure Angel was giving distracted you. Watching Angel as he licked his thumb, he pressed it against your clit, even adding greater pleasure to you. Increasing your pace, you used his shoulder as leverage as you moved up and down his length, walls clenching around him. “You’re safe, you’re with me and I would never let anything happen to you.”

One arm was around his neck, his hand cupping his face. Your lips were above his, your breath mixing as you chased your high. Angel rubbed your clit, biting his lips as he watched you bounce on his length.

“Yeah baby girl, daddy can feel it.” Angel latched his mouth around your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple.

“Daddy, oh my god, just like that.”

You threw your head back, black stars filling your vision. Both of your arms were around Angel, your walls still spasming around him. Angel peppered your skin with kisses, sucking on a few spots on your neck that was sure to make a mark.

“You were talking so much shit not too long ago and now look at you.” Angel smacked your ass, making you yelp, biting your lip. “Have to stop fighting the inevitable querida.” He grabbed your ass, grinding you down against him.

“You’re so determined about us.”

“I’m confident in every aspect of my life, especially when it comes to you.”

You laughed at his comment, which turned into a choked moan when you felt Angel thrust up into you.

“Can you get on your hands and knees for me?” He questioned, making sure you were comfortable. He wanted to show you that your scars, they were nothing to be ashamed of. It didn’t change you. He would never force you out of your comfort zone, especially about something that truly traumatized you.

“Okay.”

“Put your chest on the bed.”

You did as Angel instructed. You rested your chest against the bed, you turned your head so you could see Angel. He was looking at your back, no trace of disgust in his eyes. For once, you didn’t feel judged, scrutinized or even pitied. He just looked at your scars as if he was memorizing them.

“Angel,” you called out to him, bringing him back to you. “Come back to me.”

Angel was mesmerized by her scars. Thinking of how many times Carmelo must have hurt you, what he used to inflict such damning scars on your back. And that carved ‘C’ on your back, he tried not to focus on Carmelo’s actions, not wanting to lose himself right now, but he was angry he wasn’t there to protect you. It seemed irrational, he wasn’t part of your life then, but if remained a part of your life, Carmelo would have never been able to harm you. All he could think about was covering these bad memories up, a design to show you that with every scar, every hurt he caused and every tear you shed, there was life after and while he could never make you forget what occurred, he would build new memories to show you that you were worth it, that you were beautiful.

That you were loved.

“Sorry baby.” He kissed your back. Angel took his length in his hand, moving it up and down your slit, and pressing it against your clit, teasing you. When he finally slid in, you both groaned, your hands gripping the sheets. “Daddy’s too big, huh?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip drawing blood. At times you wondered what would have happened if you slept with Angel. You’re certain he improved his skills over the years, but fuck, you would have been addicted. And there was no shame, Angel’s stroke game was strong.

“Didn’t hear your answer,” Angel stopped moving, only the tip of his cock inside of you.

“Yes, you’re too big daddy, but I love how you stretch me out.” You gripped the tip of his cock, Angel groaning and pushing back in. You hummed, content that he was buried inside you once again.

Angel slid in and out of you, slow, deep. His slow pace was driving you crazy. You knew he was trying to restrain himself, savoring the moment as best as he could. He heard you sigh, leaning down so his front was against your back. He moved his hands from your hips to your hands that was gripping the sheets. He intertwined your hands, placing small kisses on your upper back before moving to your neck, nipping at your skin, earning tiny moans from you as he stilled inside you again. This wouldn’t be the last time you two would be intimate, but with everything that has occurred, he was just reveling at the moment.

“Daddy, please go faster.” You pleaded, gasping as he began to pound into you.

“Like this querida?” He moved one hand to wrap around your neck, slightly pulling you back so you were slightly lifted off the bed, while his other hand remained on yours. Angel began pounding in and out of you, the pressure he had on your neck was just the perfect added sensation.

You moaned out his name, his hand gripping yours along with the sheets. His lips was beside your ear, grunting as continued to pound into you.

“You look so fucking beautiful.” He coaxed. He felt your walls clenching him, your impending orgasm

“Angel,” the way you whimpered his name, it was intoxicating. It was embedded and his memories, a sound he wanted to head over and over again.

“You ready to cream daddy’s dick?” Angel was close as well, that familiar feeling at the pit of his stomach was there. His pace became stuttered, continuing to pound into you.

“Yes daddy.”

Angel moved the hand against your throat down your front until he reached your tiny nub, the one that’s been screaming for attention. Wetting it with your own combined juices, he rubbed your clit, your orgasm almost came instantly. You cried out his name, your volume would sure have the neighbors aware of what was occurring. Angel came after you, his throbbing cock stilling inside you as he coated your walls. You felt your legs shaking as you came down from this high. Angel slipped out of you, his come seeping out. He smacked your ass, causing you to moan, but that’s all you could do. You were spent in the best fucking way.

Angel kissed his way up your body, turning your head to face him when he got to the top. He kissed you, turning your body so that you were on your back. Cupping your face, the way he caressed made the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

“So you gonna quit playin’ and be my girl?” Angel pulled away from you long enough to ask before kissing you again.

This man’s lips were sinful.

Hell, everything about Angel Reyes was sinful.

How was he going to kiss you after asking that?

You sighed, pulling away so his lips hovered above yours. Opening your eyes, you met Angel’s intense stare and caressed his face with your hand.

“I thought I was already your girl?” You teased, closing the gap between you for a quick kiss. “Are you sure about this?”

“I am, are you?” Angel wanted it to be your choice. If you needed more time, he would give that to you.

You moved the back of your hand against Angel’s cheek, his brown eyes looking at you, waiting for your answer. The fact Angel always put the ball on your table, it was different and much appreciated.

“Yes, I am.”

=================

You sat beside your co-worker at work, watching the clock so it would go faster and you could go to lunch. You were at the clinic today and you had a surge in the morning, but currently, you had no patients. Trying your best not to yawn, you hold it in and check your phone. Angel’s name popped up and you smiled.

Favorite Roomie 🍆😏 ‘You want some meat for lunch? 😏’

You cackled.

‘Mmm, feeling veggies today.’

You placed your phone down feeling eyes on you. Looking over, you found your work bestie, Jasmine giving you a knowing look.

“What?” You asked.

“What did BD want?”

“BD?” You were confused by her abbreviation.

“Big dick.”

“Jas!” You playfully smack her. “He’s just being a little shit.” Lifting up your phone, Angel’s reply made you cackle once again.

Favorite roomie 🍆😏

Stop being a little shit, you a rabbit? I know your kind of rabbit. 😏 But for real, what do you want from Wendy’s? I’m in line.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

‘Nuggets and fries, and a frosty.’ ‘Also, how did you know it’s lunch?’

Placing your phone down again, Jasmine shook her head. “You two have been dating for how long now?”

“Two months?” You couldn’t believe the two months passed as quickly as it did. One day you were just roommates, the next he basically moved into your room and the next, he was your boyfriend. The adjustment hasn’t been difficult at all. Angel was always very affectionate, but the biggest difference was the intimacy. The kisses, the sex, and just the sweet little things he would do for you.

“You know it’s been a year at this point. He was just waiting for Adam to be gone and boom, slid in.” Jasmine was ecstatic for you. She was the first friend you made in Santo Padre. When you told her you lived with Angel Reyes, she applauded you. She knew of Angel’s reputation, it was hard to not know about the Mayans. From her friends who had slept with Angel, she heard nothing but raving reviews. And besides that, it seemed that Angel was a solid guy, nice, but ghosted them afterwards. But then when you spoke to her about Angel, the things he did, even she knew he was in love. Then she witnessed your interactions at the Mayans Clubhouse or the BBQ’s you two held at your place, she knew it was only a matter of time.

Picking up your phone, Angel had replied.

Favorite roomie 🍆😏

I literally eat lunch with you every fucking day. You always play like I don’t know you.😒🤔 A creature of habit. Got it baby. You got time to suck daddy’s dick though? 🤔 Also, did you change my motherfucking name on your phone?

You choked on the water you were drinking, shaking your head. Angel has been changing his name on your phone to future husband and you would change it back to your favorite roomie. Ezekiel was named future brother in law, which surprised you.

‘You’re too damn much.’ ‘Hmm, since you’re bringing me food, sure.’ ‘I’m not saying you don’t know me, I just didn’t think you’d keep on track of that.’ ‘Of course I did, you’re my favorite roomie.’

“Did you tell him that you got a job offer in LA from Pierre?”

Pierre, your ED doctor friend/mentor, lived in LA predominantly and did a few shifts in Santo Padre as some community outreach. He worked at Cedars Sinai and got you a job, which was amazing since Cedars Sinai was at the center of LA and you could learn so much more.

“No, I mean, I doubt I’m going to take it.” You shrugged.

“It’s Cedars Sinai, it would open opportunities for you.” Jasmine knew why you were hesitant, but this opportunity didn’t come by often.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Angel’s voice startled you.

“Give me your phone. Favorite roomie.” He scoffed, extending his hand towards you.

“Boy, you’re not just going to demand shit without at least saying hello.” Jasmine scolded.

Angel held his hands up. “Sorry Jas, hello, how you doing, I got you some nuggets from Wendy’s.” He handed her the bag of food he got for her. “Come on baby, phone.”

“Angel, it’s not my break yet.”

“Yes it is, it’s 12:30 on the dot. Let’s go.”

Jasmine chuckled. “Better listen to the asshole over here.”

“That’s right. Listen to me, let’s go.”

You rolled your eyes before hugging Jasmine. Taking your phone, you followed Angel to the van and went to the back where Angel usually set up a blanket for you two to sit in and fool around if you had time.

Settling on the blanket, you take out your food and your mouth watered. “You’re the best babe.”

“Yeah I know,” he leaned over to give you a kiss and grabbed your phone. He unlocked your phone, keeping your phone away as you tried to grab it. “If you change this shit one more fucking time, I’m going to cuff your hands and edge you.”

You gave Angel an incredulous look, pushing him. “Angel, why do you keep changing it? Are you not my favorite roomie.”

“I’m not your fucking roommate, I’ve been upgraded to boyfriend.” Angel scoffed. He didn’t want to be offended by your constant need to change his name on your phone. He figured it was some weird defensive mechanism you had since you were the worst with change. He was surprised you had decided to move to LA, but he realized that you grew up in Los Angeles and moved to Santo Padre at the beginning of high school. He remembered how closed off you were and didn’t really open up till sophomore year and once you did, you and Angel clicked.

“Should I put favorite boyfriend then?” You teased him. The word husband had such certainty to it. You two had just begun dating. Sure, you two dated in high school and you two have been roommates for years, but that didn’t equal immediate marriage.

“Or you can stop playing and put future husband.” Angel rolled his eyes as he took a bite from his burger, shoving a few pieces of fries in his mouth. “We have a party at the clubhouse later, what time should I come get you?”

“Come get me? Angel, I’m not going. I’m going out with Jas, you know this.” You took a bite of your nuggets, leaning against the van. “And don’t even say bring her to the clubhouse, we’ve been planning this for weeks.” Captain Marvel came out and you and Jas had been planning to see it since it was announced.

“Shit, that’s right. Stop by afterward?” He suggested. Being with you was easy for Angel. Eating lunch with you every day, cooking with you at home, grocery shopping, cuddling, laundry, fucking, building furniture you get for the apartment, and fucking, it was all easy for Angel. What he was finding difficult was when you would be lost in your own world, or revert back to just putting this distance between you two as just friends. A few nights ago, you had locked the door and he came home late, he knocked on your door till you finally answered, and you were slightly irate then apologized for locking the door on him.

“Okay.”

You two ate in silence, both of your attention mostly on your Instagrams. Angel didn’t like this type of silence between you two since it was just awkward. You two could usually talk about random topics, but as of late, if you two were together, you would occupy yourself with your cell phone.

“You’re serious about us, right?” The insecurities Angel had screamed at him on the daily. His feeling of inadequacy stemming from him being in the shadow of his younger brother. The love he never felt from his own father, being second best. His mother tried her best and Angel felt she did love him, but his father was a different story. With the hesitancy and the hot and coldness you presented towards Angel, it frustrated him. While he was sure of his feelings for you, he felt that while you seemed present in the relationship a majority of the time, there were times where it seemed like you two weren’t together, that you two were just friends. He felt like he was your fuck buddy.

You gave him an incredulous look and raised an eyebrow. “Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You understood Angel’s questions in some way. You could be hot and cold, which made you feel terrible, but it was hard not to be. Keeping a distance between you two was the safer option for now.

“I don’t know Y/N. At times, I feel like you’re just not in it. We literally eat together every day, so why ask me how I know it’s your lunchtime? You keep changing my name on your phone and girls usually find that shit cute. You know, I just don’t understand why you have this wall up between us. I’m committed to us, I’ve been committed.”

A frown appeared on your face, not liking how you made Angel feel. It wasn’t on purpose. You did this with almost every man you dated or boyfriend after Carmelo. If you didn’t get incredibly attached, you wouldn’t miss red flags like you did with Carmelo. Keeping yourself above the water, and alert, you wouldn’t have to worry about falling back into such blindness.

“It’s not on purpose. I told you, damaged goods remember?” You could feel his intense eyes trained on you, while your eyes remained on the nuggets on your lap. “Maybe this is too soon? Or I’m just not ready.”

“You fucking dated Adam.” Angel let out in frustration.

“Yes but Adam doesn’t have any added complications with him. I had fun and my only worry is basically just my job. There was no stress with him because,” you paused, trying to form the right words. “I didn’t love Adam, he was fun to have around and I never had to worry about losing myself with him. But with you, every time I’m around you, I find myself falling even greater. If we ever broke up, I would lose our friendship. If I lost myself in this relationship, I may not catch red flags like I did with Carmelo.” The seriousness of this conversation was weighing heavy on you. You didn’t want to have this conversation during a fucking lunch break. “Fuck, can we please talk about this later? This isn’t the right place for this.”

“Nope, you’re going to find some way to ghost me. You don’t think I’m afraid of that too? You’re not fucking damaged goods, stop saying that. What Carmelo did to you was despicable, but look where you are now. You’re an amazing woman. You are also a woman who wears her heart on her sleeves and gives her all.” Angel watched as you fidgeted with your fingers, moving your food every once in a while. “I understand why you’re hesitant mi cielo, but, I’m not Carmelo and I never will be Carmelo. I’m in this relationship for the long run, I have no thoughts about us breaking up or anything fucking ridiculous like that. Open your heart to me Y/N, I’ve never hurt you once.”

“You said thank you.” The night of prom was still so fresh in your mind. You knew then that you and Angel weren’t going to last much longer.

“What?”

“When I told you I love you, you said thank you.” You smiled sadly, closing your food and placing it on the bag. “I should go, my break is over.”

Angel watched as you exited the van.

“Fuck!” He yelled out.

He said thank you because he knew you two were going to separate. If he acknowledged his feelings for you, if he told you he loved you, he wouldn’t be able to let you go.

And now, of course it would bite him on the ass.

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