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wavbleu · 3 years

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Chris Evans: Daddy issues

Kinks: Older men, rough, praise, slight degradation, Size kink, practically anything somebody with daddy issues would enjoy.

( i decided to smush daddy issues along with the babysitter plot) also, if you want a lengthy slow burn story read all the way through, if you just want the scene😉😉😉 just scroll down and look for the sign " *~*"

oh big daddy evans, may i please suck yo big juicy monstrous cock😩‼️

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~Backstory~

This was your first babysitting gig, you never thought you'd have to resort to watching a bunch of little kids for money (As you never really liked them) but you desperately needed the money for rent. You already work 2 jobs, babysitting was just quick and easy money for you.

You live with your unfortunate drunken father in a small 2 bedroom apartment, you've been living there for years, for so long that the appliances are starting to go rusty. Perhaps it is better than living out in the streets, but its no looker. Your father doesn't have a job and doesnt want one either, always refuses to help out around the house because its "A womans job."; Or even be there for you; He barely even deserves the title 'Dad' .

It hasnt always been like this though, your mother left him to go pursue her held-back dreams while you were 8, and left you to stay with your dad, that was her biggest mistake yet. You havent seen her since. Now he just sits on his ass all day drinking away all his problems and complaining about yours.

thats until a single father asks for you to babysit his kid...

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You slowly drove through the gated neighborhood and observed all the beautiful houses and tall hills, you were in absolute awe. You could only dream living in a place this wealthy. "The pay here must be amazing." first thing popping into your mind as you looked at all the Lambo's and Ferrari's.

You drove around the block searching for the designated house, "210"

"205..206...208....210!" You mumbled to yourself cheerfully, finally finding the house, you pulled into the drive way and put your car in park.

You took a moment of silence to prepare yourself for a long night of loud screaming and toddler tantrums, breathing in.. exhaling out. After a couple of breaths and positive affirmations, you finally gathered the courage and patience to get out of the car, when you got out; you were introduced to the beautiful sight of the house the man lived in, it looked even greater up close.

It was absolutely breathtaking, you felt obligated to take at least a second to examine and admire the outstanding beauty of the home, it was probably the best on the block. You couldn't even bother to guess how much the house was worth as you estimated its probably worth more than you as a person and everything you own x10.

You slowly walked up to the front door, still admiring your surroundings.

You hesitantly knocked and stood back, fiddling with your fingers and jacket, hoping that the owner heard your soft knocks.

You observed the fine wooden door before you, looking at the stained glass above it. Fascinated , you'd slowly graze your fingers upon the engraved designs on the wooden door. Tracing your finger on all the swirls and squiggles. "Wow.." You'd exhale in captivation.

You heard the front door loudly swing open, snapping you of your trance like state, also making you jump back a little.

"Oh-" you'd gasp before your breath fell to an immediate halt, your eyes were met with a tall well-built man, with a well groomed black suit on and a long black tie to match. His hair was dark brown, slightly gelled to the side.

You felt your palms start to sweat and your knees start to tremble just looking at him.

"Hi?" You'd mumble slightly intimidated by his attractiveness , giving a small wave and awkwardly scratching your shoulder.

"Hello little one" He smiled down at you, he noticed how nervous and shy you were, and wanted to simmer you down. But it only made it worst.

"Im the babysitter." You'd shakily say, feeling dominated just by being in his presence.

Immediately, the man took interest and began slightly leaning on the door, a subtle smirk forming on his face.. "Really? i thought you were the muffin man." You'd both let out a little laugh.

"Sorry that was a dad joke." ,"But im aware of that already." , "Whats your name again?" He looks down at you awaiting your answer. "Oh uh, Y/n" You muttered.

"Y/n." ," You have a gorgeous name." He said with a deeper , more husky voice. "Thank you." You felt your face heat up and your heart thump. "Anytime."

He'd let out a light chuckle at your cluelessness, "You know y/n, there's a doorbell right there." , he jokingly pressed it, the doorbell let out a loud ring.

"your lucky i was near or wouldn't have heard your soft knocks and would've left you standing out here in the cold"

"We wouldn't want that would we?" He said, with that deep husky voice again.

"No, i really would not." You would clear your throat and trembling, finding yourself mesmerized by his voice. "Come in silly girl." He invites, holding the door open wide enough for you to enter, then closing it behind you.

The interior didn't fail to amaze you with its beauty either, this home was drop dead gorgeous inside and out.

"May i?" He stops you and offers to take off your jacket, you nod; stepping in front of him and spreading your arms back.

He slowly slid your jacket off your arms, not trying to be too rough on you since you were smaller than him.

Once the jacket was off, he'd plaster a charming smile on his face and say "There you go." then going to go hang it on the coat rack. "Im guessing you want to take off your shoes yourself." He joked.

Although you'd love for him to give you that feeling again, you figured itd be weird for him to touch your feet.

"Haha Yea." You giggle, beginning to untie your shoelaces, "Thats alright, when your shoes are off put them next to those shiny black ones"

"And when your done, take a seat in the living room over there; make yourself at home." He pointed to the white chair with a navy blue pillow sitting on top of it.

You slid off your shoes and put it next to the large pair of black shiny shoes. "His feet is so much bigger than mines" His feet were twice the size of yours, you'd take a deep gulp, as your shoe made of up half of his entire foot.

You got up and slowly navigated your way to the white chair, admiring the interior on the way, and hesitantly took a seat. Still somewhat cautious of your surroundings.

The living room was covered with legos , cars, babydolls and toys, with a loud kids show displayed on tv, the brightness was up so high that the colors from the tv made you feel like you were gonna go blind. "Shit." Youd mumble before going to shied your face, You helplessly rummaged for the remote with no luck.

Chris saw what was happening as he was passing by came to help.

"I apologize." Chris apologizes, grabbing the remote and shutting the tv off. "He always turns up the brightness after i tell him not too, hes gonna make himself go blind." , "Are you ok?" He asked with a worrisome voice, putting a hand on your shoulder. "Yes im perfectly fine, atleast i hope so." You'd rub your eyes trying to get your normal sight back.

Apologetically, he bent down to the sofas level and handed you the remote with a smile. "Go crazy, we have netflix and disney +" , "Thank you sir." You thank, he'd ruffle your hair then continued to walk to the the kitchen..

You set the remote aside and followed Chris , although you would love to keep flirting with him, you still have to do what your getting paid for.

"Need something?" He exclaims as he sees you following behind him with a curious face.

"Yes sir" You'd politely say , clearing your throat , trying to come off as more professional.

"Is there anything i need to know about your child?" You sit down at one of the seats on the island, tuning into his words and listening for instructions.

He'd open the fridge and grab out the orange juice, "Yea, His name is carson, he hates anything thats the color orange.." He takes a swish of the juice " I want him in bed by 8, no sugar before bed." He sternly demands, "Hes already got sleeping problems and giving him sugar will just make him bounce off the walls." another swish "Thats it." He finishes the bottle.

"Well sir, if you dont mind me asking where are you going." , you say hoping that you arent coming off as invasive. "A meeting at my office." ,"Corporate is gonna be there so its quite important, and far."

"Is your job boring." Youd ask trying to keep the conversation afloat, "Obviously it is darling, its a job." he'd say in that deep tone once again , leaning over the counter to look you in the eyes "Right.." You'd mutter, your breath picking up speed.

"Anyways do you wanna meet carson?" He'd say breaking the tension, then going to toss the empty orange juice box into the trash. "Yea of course" You'd say in a shaky tone, finding yourself almost hypnotized by his deep voice once again.

"Carson?! The babysitters here!" He loudly called upstairs. Man could he yell, his voice sounded like a siren.

Minutes later, a little boy came running into the kitchen, with a barbie doll in hand. "Hi little man!" You cooed at the little boy, with the kindest smile to give off a friendly impression.

"Im y/n, your babysitter for tonight!" You said in a high pitched voice, the little boy just gave a blank stare; then smiled. "Your pretty." He'd mutter, then letting out a small giggle. You felt your heart burst open, exploding with cuteness and adorableness. Getting compliments from toddlers always felt amazing. Carson is a charmer, just like his father.

"Well aren't you the sweetest little thing?", you'd pinch his chubby cheek.

"Looks like someone has a crush." Chris joked, "Ive gotta go." Chris mutters after checking his watch "Carson, have fun with the cute babysitter." he'd wink at you, then swiftly went to snatch his case off the island and walked out the kitchen

"Bye-bye!" Carson would wave, "Bye kid." Chris responded back. You both watched Chris leave out the doors.

"Wheres your room charmer?" You say with a soft yet fun and engaging voice, just to keep him happy.

He'd drag you upstairs to his room.

~Time skip to 8pm~

"Will daddy be home soon?" Carson whispered while tucked in bed. "Yes daddy will be home.." You'd check your watch. "Very soon!", "You'll be far in dreamland by then though." You smiled and booped his nose, "Alright!" He smiled cuddling up into his unicorn plushy, getting into a comfortable position.

"Want the nightlight on?" , "Yes please!" he responded, you switched on the nightlight, and watched as it lit up the whole room with stars and space ships. You were amazed as if you were a little kid too. "Goodnight, and the bed bugs WONT bite." You say, leaving his room and carefully closing the door.

"That wasnt as bad as i expected." You sighed. You began feeling a tinkling feeling arise in you giving you the signal that you needed to pee, "Wheres the bathroom in this place?" You question, frantically opening doors left and right with little to no luck, everything being either a closet or a guest room.

You opened another door, hoping it was the desired destination, only to find Chris' room. It was quite big for a singular person. "I shouldn't look." You say, "Curiosity killed the cat." You hopelessly reminded yourself, but something in you wanted to look around and find out more about him as a person.

So you looked.

You walked over to his dresser and looked at all the photos neatly arrayed on it. It was all pictures of Carson winning something or getting an award at school. You smirked, but felt some kind of jealousy spark in you for some reason.

i wish i had that.

You came across one photo that was flipped over to where you cant see it, you decided to pick it up and look at it. It was a family photo, this time with a woman included. She was pretty, like super model pretty. Judging from how the picture was flipped over and how she doesn't live here you figured they divorced, and it was bad.

You were gonna to continue looking through the photos until you heard an "Ahem." from behind you. You felt your heart jump, swiftly turning around and attempting to find a good excuse.

"I was looking for the bathroom-" You panicked, Your breath quickened, as he walked over with a smug smirk on his face then stopping right before you.

He firmly grasped your chin and lifted it up, "Thank you for taking care of Carson, hes never fell asleep when he's supposed to." , you slowly nodded and plastered a crooked smile on your face. "Now, what make you wanna go through my things little one?" He says with that tone again.

"Im sorry, i just got really curious and-" , "You know i could easily cut money off your good paycheck for this?" He gritted his teeth, he was pissed.

"Im sorry." You say with a nervous and scared tone, "Its alright im joking with ya." He laughed, letting go of your chin and walking away. "Man your fun to get." He chuckled.

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You let out a anxious yet relieved chuckle, trying to process what the hell just happened.

"All of your photos of you and Carson are so cute." You say hoping to clear the air, unhurriedly taking a seat on his bed, whilst chris begins undressing his suit. "Thank you, me and Carson are quite photogenic." He replies, "I even kind of find myself jealous of you 2." you say in a more depressing voice.

"Jealous?" He questions, walking over to you and takes a seat next to you on the bed. "Why are you jealous?" He asks again, "My relationship with my father is fucked." you mutter. "You do everything for Carson, you'd give your life away for him in a drop of a hat."

"My dad wouldn't do this for me even if he was paid too. He'd probably spend all the money on crack anyway." , "Im sorry." he apologized, as if he did something wrong.

"its not you its just fucking daddy issues." You laughed wiping away the gathering tears in your eyes, "If you wanna talk to me you can let it out." He says, "I think your swell." he smiles and ruffles your hair again. You'd go in for a hug, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

You'd pull away and stare, he reciprocated. "What are you looking at?" He whispers, glancing down at your lips and back at you.

You attached your lips onto his , resting your hand on his cheek. You felt as he gripped your hips and pulled you onto his thigh, straddling it.

You exchanged pecks and tongue, letting the heat between you to flow back and forth and take control. You let out a small moan as he guided your hips back and forth; creating friction on your clit. Smiling, he kissed your neck and left a hickey as he continued to thigh fuck you.

"Fuck~" You'd moan, grinding some more for more friction, "Needy one arent you?" He whispers into your ear, "Let me take care of you." He lifts you up off his knee, then slowly laid your body onto the bed.

"Take off your pants." He commanded, you slowly began working your sweatpants off, revealing to him your beautiful figure.

"Perfect." He mumbles, "Open your legs." He watched as you slowly spread apart your legs, showing him the wet spot on your panties.

"Your already wet for me?" He smiles, pressing his thumb down on the wet spot. He hovered himself over you, and kissed you and he teased your cunt through your underwears. You softly moaned as you felt his thumb go in small circles around your clit, kissing him became a challenge as it was constantly interrupted by your moans.

"Please stop teasing me" You ask, wanting more.

"Fine~" he goes to take off your soaked panties, "Wow." He said, as he removed the white panties , strings of your juices followed it. "I dont think i can tease you any longer, i need you now." He says with a needy tone, flipping you over to all fours.

He took off his black tie and tied your wrists together, making sure its knotted but not tight.

You heard his pants unbuckle and jangle, and his pants drop to the floor, you sat there with anticipation but also with slight fear.

"I was thinking of you at the meeting." He started, "Not an innocent kind of thinking either." ,"When you called me sir it did something to me." He bit his lip, then eagerly slid into you. His thick cock becoming covered in your juices. You both let out a small gasp.

"So i want you to call me sir again." He says pulling you hair back, looking you directly into the eyes. You obeyed "Yes sir." , he smiled with satisfaction . "Atta girl."

He let go of your hair putting you back into your original position, face down , ass up.

You moaned as he gave you slow-paced yet hard and deep strokes, he watched as you moaned while he teased your g-spot. You began to whimper and whine, wanting more than that. "Please go faster." You moaned into the sheets, "What was that?" He said giving you a obviously super hard stroke as you forgot to call him sir. You let out a soft whine from the pain and quickly corrected yourself "Please go faster..." "..sir." you say in a soft yet sexy tone.

"Alright baby."," Brace yourself." He said before beginning to pound your little cunt, you were surprised at how fast he was going that you actually started to brace yourself.

You felt so powerless and vulnerable with your hands tied behind your back, the only thing you were able to do was moan and just take his 9 inch cock. "You were hoping for this werent you, little slut." He talked, "You wanted me to fuck you ever since you got here." he growled "Hm?" he says waiting for your response "Yes sir i did!" You admit, he began digging his dull nails into your hips and bringing you onto his cock harder. "Well you got what you want now fucking take it." He whispered.

"I think im gonna-" You moan, "Oh no your not." He says flipping you onto your back. He began taking off the tie, enabling you to move again.

"This is gonna be deep." He moaned.

You watched as he began towering himself over you, grasping onto the headboard for better balance and stability. "You can stop when you cant take it anymore." he re-affirmed, "Just keep your legs open for me is all i need in return."you were pretty terrified, but in the best way possible.

He slowly slid his dick back into your cunt, giving a slow pity fuck, to start. "Thats it?" You thought to yourself, expecting something rougher.

But you spoke to soon, you watched as his grip on the headboard tightened and he started to prop himself up. He started to vigorously fuck you, moving his hips back and forth in an inhuman pace. You felt like a little flesh light the way he was using you.

You'd grip onto his waist to keep from cumming to fast, "Don't be scared to leave a mark." He moaned, you obeyed and started to dig your nails into his muscular back leaving scratches, he moaned in pain yet pleasure.

You struggled to keep your legs open, it felt so good that you could hardly even keep quiet. He had to aggressively force your legs back open. He let go of the head board, starting to kiss you and your neck as he desperately fucked himself into your tight and throbbing hole.

"Why dont we play with this thing hm?" He whispers as he reached a hand down to occupy your swollen clit. "Be a good girl and cum for me" He smiles upon you, "You can do it, cum." He asks again.

He spat onto your cunt and swirled his thumb around your clit, he bit his lip as he felt it throb and your legs shake, "Oh so sensitive." He cooed.

You started to feel that tinkling sensation again, and felt it quickly override your whole body before it exploded. He watched as your eyes rolled back, "Thats it!" He'd smile as you squirted onto his chest, making an absolute mess everywhere..

"Alright my turn." He says gripping onto your hips, making your lower body lift up, and pounding himself into your hole. Like you were a toy. You watched from below as he ferociously used your cunt, extremely needy to cum. He loved how tight you got after your climax and couldn't hold on any longer.

"Fuck im gonna-" He moans subby, "Shit-" he says again, stroking himself into you one more time before letting out a warm load into you. "Fuck-" He moaned again, falling onto you. Doing one more stroke to make sure your filled up with his juices.

"You did such a good job for me baby." He kissed your cheek, "Thank you sir.", he lifted back up to inspect the headboard. "Shit.", He smacked his teeth, "This always happens." , "What does?" You asked. "I put a dent in the headboard when i gripped it." ,"What am i gonna tell them this time." , " That i was fucking my sons babysitter and got out of hand?" , "They'd call cps on me." He joked, you both let out a laugh.

You yawned exhausted, "Im so proud of you for taking me with no complaints." He places another kiss on your forehead. "No problem." You respond.

"Now go pee." He giggles, reminding you before you drift off to sleep.

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#chris evans #smut

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strawberries-n-sugar · 4 years

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FUNKY FLAVORS & OLD TUNES

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Short! "Skinny"! White reader (please don't be offended and if you are then don't read? I can only find specifically x black reader, x plus size reader, x tall reader for every character and I enjoy reading all of those things because I have a imagination but I am none of those things so just something from the other perspective and it isn't meant to offend anyone :), hope you ALL enjoy. This isn't meant to show hate to anyone, just show some love to people who arent those three things)

Warnings: maybe some 18+ (I write straight from my head), old music, old funk and groove music, horniness, corniness, puns, sarcasm, innuendos, maybe some old doo wop, maybe some 90s, a plethera of music in a variety of forms, nerdiness, uhm, thats it? Oh, Daddy! Sam at the end and not the kinky kind XD, interracial relationship (I dont know why that is a warning but some people get offended so I thought I would play it safe), bad dancing my a short bitch who think she has the skills of Tom Hiddles, maybe some sad talk, Steve and Buck being matchmakers

Summary: Things have been rough for Sam and the whole Avengers gang actually since losing Tony but Sam finds a little escape every now and then. A new little hole in the wall juice and homemade icecream joint. The owner might be stealing his heart but she can't see it, good things come in small packages, or was it dynamite? For Sam, it's both, the joint is always thumpin' and so is his heart

“Funky Flavors, that’s new?” Sam comes to a slow jog from his run as he is about to stop noticing a new business had opened just off the route he runs when he runs around the Lincoln Memorial. “I could go for some juice,” he shrugs talking to himself as he goes in, removing his earbuds from his ears. Upon walking in the first thing he notices is the music, She’s A Bad Mama Jamma by Carl Carlton blared through the small system. “Okay,” he raises a brow and looks around, the small place was empty at the moment. Figuring that the owner was in the back he let’s himself dance.

“Hey~!” He gets a little too into it as you walk out from the back. You don’t say anything and just watch smiling and trying not to laugh, being your size came in handy, quite often you go unnoticed. After a minute you decide to butt in. “Hey Shug, what can I getcha?”

“Oh shit! Huh?” He stops suddenly, caught of guard he jumps a little. “How long you been there?” “About a minute and a half, smooth moves.” “Thanks,” he rubs the back of his neck, “Wait, Shug?” “Sorry, habit, daddy called me and momma that so it stuck and now I say it.” “That’s sweet,” he smiles. “Thanks, and thankyou for stopping by.” “Yeah, noticed the new place, decided to stop by. Thirsty after the run, uh, what do you have? You ain’t from around here are you?” “No,” you giggle and hand him the menu, “I’ve got homemade icecreams and original beverages”

He looks the menu over and reads it off

Mango Mornin’ Sunrise- mango and pineapple orange juice slushie (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options)

Momma I’m Messed Up- vodka, Redbull, rum. Blueberries, blackberries, and tequila

Wet- (icecream flavor and drink; drink comes with dish of sugar dipped strawberries, homemade) starwberries, red wine; 19 Crimes

Classic Homemade Butter Pecan Icecream (optional served with homemade pecan pie)

The I’m Sorry Miss Jackson (icecream flavor and drink)- Jack Daniels, coconut and chocolate

Moonshine Milkyway- homemade icecream with Milkyway and moonshine flavor

The Send Help- Irish Trashcan with a scoop of I’m Sorry Miss Jackson on top

Pantie Dropper- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with pineapple, orange, lemon, pineapple and grapefruit

Soaking Thighs- (alcoholic and non-alcoholic options) smoothie with blackberries, red grape juice, and pineapple

Thigh Rider- Red’s Apple ale with apple cider

Summer Heat- blackberry sprite beverage

F*** Me, Now- house-made strawberry juice (alcoholic and non alcoholic options)

Sam rubbed his neck and cleared his throat, “Jesus girl,” he laughs. “So what’ll it be Mr?” You ask, leaning over the counter as Let’s Get It On by Marvin Gaye comes on. “Shit, I’ll have a Fuck Me Now”

“One Fuck Me Now comin’ right now Shug,” you say shocking yourself with how you kept a straight face and not noticing how he was watching you as you made it. “Alcoholic or regular?” You glance at him.

“It’s 10 in the morning girl” “And?” “Regular, this time,” he laughs.

“Alright here you go,” you finish up and pass it to him, making your way over to the register. “I like the station, which one is it?”

You laugh, “that ain’t the radio, it’s my playlist”

“Say what?” He raises a brow like he doesn’t believe you.

“What?” You ask seriously as you ring him up.

“It’s just-”

“Just?” You shake your head and stretch your eyes.

“Well-”

“Well?”

“You’re wearing a Asking Alexandria t-shirt for one thing”

“Yeah, nice ain’t it? Soft too,” You smirk as you know the next song will address the elephant in the room as Play That Funky Music White Boy comes on and you both laugh.

“3.45″

“oh, right,” he pays you already sipping at it.

“You said this time, so, you’re coming back?”

“Maybe,” he smirks.

“Alright, I’ll hold ya to it,” you say, thinking about how you’d like him to hold you to a wall and chewing your bottom lip. You quickly remind yourself that that won’t ever happen. Guys don’t really want your type, you aren’t thicc, or super curvy, there’s no meat with your potatoes and nothing for them to hang on to, you have to have a little something to work with because thicc thighs save lives and no man wants to cuddle a stick, you aren’t a snow-bunny. All things you have heard before, and that was just about your weight and all things you have heard before, the short jokes didn’t end either much less would anyone take you seriously as a woman.

“I’ll see you later Lil Juicy,” he smiles as he leaves.

“Lil Juicy?”

“You’re little and you make juice”

“Bye,” you both laugh and you watch him walk away.

“I’ll bring some friends next time,” he calls.

“Wait!”

“Yeah?”

“I’m looking for help so if you know anyone-”

“I’ll spread the word” “Thanks, bye”

Stepping outside once the door shut behind him and the door closed behind him, “I think the new Captain America has found his Miss America,first lady? She is damn cute,” he smiles and chuckles making his way.

Days go by, and then a week, and a week and a half where Sam can’t get you out of his head and you hadn’t stopped thinking about him either but you hadn’t seen him again yet. He did spread the word because the next day his friend Wanda show’s up and she started working for you. You liked her, she was nice and a giant help but working with her became hard sometimes when customers would go googly eyed over her. You couldn’t blame them, she wasn’t thicc but she but she was you could still understand why, she was gorgeous.

“So, have you heard from Sam?” You ask her while it is slow.

“Yes, he said he was bringing Steve and Bucky today”

“Really?” Okay, that was overzealous, it didn’t help when the trio came in. Sam, and ofcourse you recognized the other two based on them being the Avengers, and through talking with Wanda.

“Alright, Steveo, you first,” Sam gets his phone out to record the old man’s reaction.

“Hello,” Steve says friendly, “Hi, what’ll it be?”

“The uh,” he clears his throat with a blush, “No need to be shy,” you encourage him. “The strawberry one”

“No, you’ve gotta say the name,” Sam teases him. “the fuck me now....” “That is a bad language word!” Sam teases and you make Steve’s drink as Bucky looks over the menu and he and Steve watch Sam watching you, glancing to each other knowingly. Well, it was obvious with how happy he was and how he chewed his bottom lip as you bent over to grab things not paying attention.

“Alright, and you Shug?” You give Steve his drink and ask Bucky what he would like

“I’ll have the Summer Heat, add vodka. Thanks,doll”

“You’re welcome,” you start making it and it was quiet except for Stand By Me by The Drifters was on and you sang along and harmonizing, Sam hums along as well harmonizing with you. “This one or Ben E King?” He asks, “this one, obviously” “Alright, :Lean On Me, Club Nouveau or the original?” “The original sucks, doesn’t flow,” you answer as you make the drink and the guys just watch the two of you as they sit with their drinks.

“You have good taste-”

“Bet you think she tastes good too,” Buck says casually and you all turn to look at him shocked.

“What?” He shrugs, “I’m 103, and I was bagging bitches in the 40′s”

You all shrug and make the touche face. Steve on the other hand was about to implode trying to remain a gentleman and not laugh. “He wants to eat strawberries from your tits,” Buck continues sipping his drink.

“Okay Pal, thanks,” Sam leans over to take it and Buck smacks his hand.

“I wouldn’t mind,” you joke honestly

“We approve,” the two old men say in unison looking at Sam.

“Ask her,” Buck edges him on and points to you with his head while you aren’t looking.

“Ask who what?” Wanda asks confused as you rise from what you were doing behind the counter.

“Y/N,” Buck answers her.

“Ask me what?”

“Would-would you maybe uhm-would you like to come record shopping with me?”

“Sure, just message me,” you exchange numbers, thinking it was meant to be a casual friend thing.

The next week after texting him almost constantly and him texting you you make arrangements. He picked you up, opened the door for you, and the day was amazing. You wandered through the record store browsing only for him to sneak up behind you and put his arms around you at some point to look in the same crate and look down to read your face to see if it was okay only to find you blushing again. He smiles feeling a sudden little boost in confidence, the pointers that Steve and Buck had given him were working. He swallows a lump in his throat, hoping you don’t notice before speaking softly by your ear.

“Want to do this again next Friday?” “S-ure, but Sam...” “Hmm?”

“Can we not do this?” “Yeah,” he pulls away, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.....I just, well, I really-I don’t want to get the wrong idea”

“What is that?” he tilts his head.

You choose not to answer, you weren’t really allowed to answer that question as you look around gauging the room and seeing a few women who may get offended just by you telling the truth. They would probably attack you, call you a liar, mock you, definitely laugh. “I can’t answer that, I need jeans...can we swing by American Eagle-wai-,” you check your wallet to see if you will have enough. “i think I have enough for one pair,” he nods and you buy the records you want and you both leave. His hand in the middle of your back holding the door for you. “Thankyou” “You’re welcome....”

He walks to American Eagle with you as you find a assistant to help you find the one section of the store that is a half of a table that will have your petite sizes. She walks you over and Sam watches as you look through the very small section of the large store where the pants short enough in length and small enough in waist for you are and buy a pair and he looks at the other sections, pretty much the entirety of the ladies section of the store with the other jeans.

“Ready?” You come over to him with your bag. “Yeah, hang on, let me see that?”

You hand him your bag and he looks at the receipt, “Why did yours cost twice as much?”

You shrug, “this is the only place that has anything to fit me at all other than the kids section at Walmart, lets go. I’m just happy i am thicker than I used to be in high school and I can eat now and it ain’t much but I’m proud of my little booty I do have some days,” you laugh.

“So, next week?”

“Yeah, I love hanging out with you”

Sam takes you home and gets the door, it was a silent drive home. He walks you to your door.

“Thanks Sam, I had fun,” you start to hug him but can only reach his waist so to make it less awkward you make it quick. “Night,” you smile and start to go inside.

“Night Y/N....,” he grabs your arm and turns you, he lifts you enough to be face to face with you which honestly made you feel like a child as your feet dangles so high off the ground, “Thanks, I needed this on jean shopping day,” you say sarcastically to play off that it actually hurts because you really like Sam.

“Y/N,” he sits you on the railing and holds your waist so you won’t fall.

“Hmm?” You ask, looking at your thighs, thinking about how they are thick compared to when people complimented your thigh gap and you hated it but had to smile because you couldn’t eat for a year due to being sick but you had to smile and say thankyou, and how now you had improved a lot and it has taken you years to do so but you still weren’t thicc enough to be good enough.

“Look at me,” he lifts your chin and you glance at him, trying to have eye contact but you look so pathetic right now.

“I like being able to pick you up,” he starts and smiles, you start to cut him off and hop down but he grabs your thighs to hold you there and he cuts you short. “I’m not finished.”

That stern voice made the heat pool between your legs, you knew you loved this man.

“Maybe you haven’t noticed, but I watch you walk away and I stare at your ass every time you bend over or squat for somethin’-” you can’t stop the blush in your ears and your face. “Really?” “yes, and I like being able to pick you up, it’s cute. if you would have hugged me a second ago instead of flinging your arms around me and moving away I would have wrapped my arms around you and taken a second to just enjoy your head against me.....I think you are a beautiful lady, and you are interesting, and intelligent, I can talk to you and I love that. Please, go out with me next week on another date?”

“Another?”

“Yes, I thought this was a date until you got sad....”

“I didn’t know, I thought you just saw me as a friend and wanted to hang out; that’s usually how it goes...”

“Alright, my fault. I should have been more clear,” he puts a hand to his chest, still holding you so you don’t fall. “Please, may I take you out to dinner, next Friday? I’ll pick you up at the same time, it’s a date...please,” he looks up at you as he kisses your knuckles. “You don’t have to beg little old me, I’d love to,” you answer honestly and he kisses the side of your lip almost your cheek. “I’ll get my real kiss next time,” he helps you down and that was how it all started. That is how you became Mrs. Sam Wilson a year later, and now here you were almost three years later lying down and watching him pace back and forth in front of the bed with your new son.

“Sam, I have a idea”

“To get him to sleep?”

You nod and go to your playlist and press play letting the soft shoo doo shooby doo~ shoo doo dooby doo~ In the still of the night~ fill the room.

Sam see’s his eyes drift closed and carefully lays him in his crib and crawls up over you on the bed slowly before swiftly flipping the situation so you’re straddling him. He grips and caresses your thighs and chews on his lip before pulling your neck in for a kiss, “I’ll have a Fuck Me Now please” “Coming right up”

#marvel #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader

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bourbonboredom · 5 years

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A Reason To Believe Chapter 6

Being an undercover officer is a perilous job and Flip Zimmerman knows this far too well. He keeps his romantic life limited to one-night stands, never letting anyone get too close. That all starts to change when he meets a vivacious Jewish woman named Elle just as he’s about to take on a seriously dangerous undercover job; infiltrating the KKK. Elle and his undercover work make him question things he’d never thought to before and challenge him to see the world, and himself, in a whole new light.

A Flip x OC Fic

Word Count: 4,339

Warnings: brief N$FW moment, brief mention of violence

When I'm with you

It doesn't matter where we are

Or what we're doing

I'm with you, that's all that matters

(x)

Flip was surprised when he ran his tongue over his lip and it brushed his mustache. He was trying to get a stray crumb but instead was met with the taste of pussy. Elle's pussy. Guess he missed a spot when washing his face that morning. He fought back a grunt as the tartness melted on his tongue, a reminder of his night. And the night before that. And the night before that.

After he'd spent that first night over in Elle's apartment, he was there almost every night for the next few weeks. The only time he elected to stay at his own place was when his undercover case had him up at weird hours. He'd go back to his lonely apartment, sad to sleep in an empty bed. He used to purposefully wake up before his date, prying himself from their bed and leaving before they even noticed.

He was a big guy and would prefer to have the bed to himself. But the way Elle's body curled up next to his just felt right. He'd wake up to the smell of her hair and the feeling of silky skin under his hand. If anything, it made it harder to leave in the morning. But he could control himself, he assured himself. They both had jobs to do, no sleeping in allowed.

He'd be fine at work most of the day, paperwork kept his mind busy. But little things brought his thoughts back to Elle. He'd catch a whiff of her perfume on his collar, or a stray piece of hair on his shirt, or her cum in his mustache.

He'd fought he urge to call her the first week and a half or so. He'd see her later in the day, there was no point of stopping what he was doing to call over to the hospital. It wasn't until his job kept him from seeing her for three days did he finally swallow his pride and call.

Jimmy had caught him at his desk. Flip thought everyone had gone to lunch, and used it as an excuse to 'call the hospital' to 'get more info on Kukowski's medical status'.

"You're smilin' an awful lot to be asking about a perp's condition," His partners eyebrows were raised as he clutched his coffee mug.

"It's confidential, if you'll excuse me for a minute," He put his hand over the phone so Elle couldn't hear, though the giggling in the background made him think she still could.

"You're talking to that cute nurse aren't you?" Jimmy's smile took up his whole face.

Flip furrowed his brow.

"Thank you for the update ma'am, have a nice day," He put on his authoritative voice, making Elle laugh harder on the other end.

"Alright officer, you too. I'll see you at the diner tonight," She responded before the line disconnected.

He hung up the phone and stood up to get more coffee from the break room.

"Get all the information you needed detective Zimmerman?" His partner called behind him, voice full of smug glee.

He was just met with a middle finger as Flip left the room.

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"I wanna take you out," He mumbled against her breast.

Post-coitus, Flip had taken to resting his head on her chest. It gave her easy access to run her fingers through his hair, and let him use her breasts as pillows as he came down from his high.

"Like a date? We were just at the diner yesterday," She reminded him.

"No, like a real date. We can go to this nice Italian place on my side of town. They have candles on the tables and they dim the lights and stuff,"

"I mean if you want to. I don't think I've been on a real date in like a year," She mused, fingers scraping along his scalp in a soothing motion. He was practically purring under her touch.

“I’d say it’s just about time then,”

“When was the last time you went on a date? A real one, not picking up a girl at a bar,” She turned her head so she could look at him.

Her curls, which had been fanned across the pillow moments before, were gathered in to a braid and thrown over her shoulder. He was playing with the end of it, dragging the hair across her skin and watching her try not to act ticklish.

“I don’t know, maybe a couple of years ago?”

“You don’t have to answer if you don’t like the question, but why aren’t you married?”

His head rose from her chest as he propped himself up with his elbows. He looked at her, analyzing her face as he thought about how to answer.

“I am married. You’re my mistress, didn’t you know?”

“Phillip,” She rolled her eyes. ��I’m serious. You’re a great guy, respectful, good in bed, you got a good job, I can’t figure out how you haven’t been snatched up,”

“I’m married to my job is the short answer. Being on the force is hard. I work long hours, I can’t always be there, and I have to keep a lot of secrets,” He bit at his lip as he thought of what he wanted to say next.

There were some things he wasn’t quite ready to share with her, mainly that he was an undercover officer and not just a regular guy on the force. If they were truly keeping things casual, he wanted to keep her away from the more dangerous aspects of his job. If they kept this going and got more serious, he pledged to himself to have an honest conversation about his position, and what it could mean for their relationship.

“I had a long time girlfriend when I joined the force. Linda. We started dating right before I was accepted at the academy. She helped me through it, staying up studying with me, going to my graduation. My mom kept asking me when I was going to propose. I thought I wanted to, maybe in the next year or so. But police work kept getting harder. I’d be working long nights, had to cancel a few dates. Linda was okay with it at first, but it kept happening. I’d try to make it up to her, but I was new to the team and a lot of the grunt work would fall on me. Eventually she broke up with me, said she couldn’t take it anymore. She never knew where I was or if I was safe or whether she was going to see me that night. I understood, tried to tell her it would get better, but I knew I couldn't make her happy anymore,”

“So I kept on with work, tried dating a few other girls after that but it was the same problem. They wanted me home for dinner every night and being a detective just doesn’t allow for that. Flings have just been easier,”

He didn’t realize he’d looked away from her while speaking, vulnerability bubbling up in his chest as he spoke. He looked back at her to see she’d been watching him the whole time. Her brow was slightly furrowed and her eyes tinged with sadness.

“I’m sorry that happened,” She started. “You deserve someone who understands,”

“You have pretty well,” He offered.

“My job is just similar is all. Long shifts, late nights. It’s a pain in the ass to work around, you just gotta find the right person. I thought I had, back in Indiana. I was seeing this guy, Abe. He worked at the university nearby and never complained about my job. He was the first guy who didn’t immediately try to get me to quit and become a housewife. He seemed to get that my job was important to me, that I really love what I do,”

“But?” Flip asked. Elle sighed and shrugged her shoulders.

“But once I got the opportunity to come work here in Colorado things started to change. Abe even talked about moving with me at one point, him getting a job at a state college down here. But the closer the moving date got, the more keen to stay in Indiana he was. It was just talk to him, a fantasy. He never really intended on moving, and never thought i’d actually want to go. When he realized what I really wanted, he begged me to stay with him. He gave me his grandmother’s wedding ring and asked me to marry him,”

“He didn’t really know you all that well then, huh?”

“No, I guess not,” Elle let out a dry laugh. “If I wanted to marry him, I would have by then. I think he thought it was romantic, a sweeping declaration of love. It really just cemented my decision to leave. I gave him the ring back and told him I was sorry. I took a Greyhound to here a week later,”

“I guess we’re both married to out jobs then,” Flip set his head back down on her chest.

“I do have to wear white everyday,” She noted, stifling a laugh. He chuckled at her joke along with her.

“We don’t have to worry about labels or anything right now. We’re just two busy adults having a good time with one another. No weddings or family heirlooms involved,” He assured her, his hand reaching up to play with the pendant sitting near the hollow of her throat.

“You’re the only guy I’m seeing right now,” He could feel the vibrations from her voice as she spoke. “I’m okay with this being more casual, but I thought you should know,”

“You’re the only girl I’m seeing right now,” He left out the part where even if there were others, he’d drop them in an instant to be with her. He knew he should take it slow, for both their sake, but he couldn't help but feel this was a little more emotionally invested than just having a good time together.

“Wow, we’re really bad at this,” She teased. “So, as two casual-but-currently-monogamous professionals, when is the best time for us to go on a date?,”

“Maybe Saturday night after you get off work? I can pick you up,” He knew he'd be meeting ‘the organization’ at Felix's house earlier that day. It would be his first meeting with the whole bunch, but he didn't expect it to last into the night.

“Only if we go dutch with the check,” She pointed at him.

"Of course," his palm rubbed against her bare breast catching her nipple. “Now do you think we can fit one more round in before midnight?”

She gasped under his touch, giving him a sly smirk before pulling him into round three for the night.

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If Flip knew he was going to spend his Saturday being forced to take a lie detector test at gunpoint, listen to his partner throw a rock through the window of a klansman's house, and then have to chase after said klansman to make sure his partner wasn't shot, he would have chosen a different night for his date with Elle.

But here he was, heart rate still trying to even itself as he drove home hours later. He would've been fine if Ron didn't throw a rock through the window of Felix's house. He would’ve talked his way out somehow. What was he even thinking? A black man instigating an attack while the house was crawling with armed white supremacists? He'd spoken to him about it at the station after he left Felix's, it didn't go great.

Ron was more focused on trying to make Flip impassioned about the cause. Trying to get him to feel the same way as he did, even though that wasn't him. He didn't let personal stuff get in the way of his work, he couldn't if he wanted to do a good job.

“Doesn’t that hatred you’ve been hearing the Klan say doesn’t that piss you off?” Ron had asked him in the dimly lit records room before they headed out for the weekend.

“Of course it does,” He’d responded. It was an easy question to answer, but it felt much more complicated under the surface.

“Then why you acting like you ain’t got skin in the game, brother?”

The Rookie’s words were frustrating. He didn’t understand what it was like for Flip growing up. His family pushing away their religion and their culture to fit in, until they were left with nothing but a name and some disregarded family heirlooms hidden away in the closet. Him never feeling like he really fit in with his Christian classmates, but also unable to relate to any Jewish people he met. He was always stuck in some middle ground, somewhere between what his parents wanted him to be and what they tried to keep from him.

Of course he had skin in the game, when the Klan talked about hating Jews, they were talking about his family. They were talking about Eliana. They were talking about him. Ron wasn’t considering how maybe it was so easy for him to slip into the roll of ‘White Anglo-Saxon Protestant, cherry pie, hot dog, white boy’ because it was all he ever knew. It’s not like he’s parading around with these racists and heading on home to Shabbat after, he knew nothing about the culture the Klan hated him for being apart of.

“Rookie, that’s my fucking business,” He gritted out, making direct eye contact with Ron. He didn’t want to talk about this anymore, especially not with his partner.

“It’s our business,” Ron responded.

Fuck that. He left him standing there in the back of the room as he lit a cigarette. It’d help calm him down.

Flip took a deep breath in an attempt to clear out all feelings from his work. He decided to focus on the night ahead. A date with Elle. A real date with Elle. He'd picked out his clothes earlier that day, his nerves getting the better of him. The black slacks and white polyester shirt were lying on his bed with a pair of dress shoes on the floor.

He slipped out of his work clothes and took a quick shower before re-dressing, his large hands buttoning the shirt with a practiced ease. He took a look in the mirror, smoothing down his damp hair into his usual center part before adjusting his cuffs.

All he could think when he looked at his reflection was of Felix pointing the gun to his head. It wasn't the first time it had happened. He'll, he'd been to war before he was on the force. And he'd been an undercover officer for the last three years, he'd had his fair share of close calls. But this was different. That gun wasn't to his head because of something completely out of his control; his heritage. Something he didn't even see as a big part of him.

What would have happened if they somehow found out who he really was? Would he have been shot over something so trivial? Was it trivial if someone wanted to kill him over it? He wasn't even a practicing Jew. But would that have mattered?

He laced up the dress shoes and shrugged on his sherpa jacket before leaving his quiet apartment to pick up his date. He tried hard to push his work out of his mind, turning up the radio to let a Chicago song take up the overworked parts of his brain.

Time passes much too quickly

When we're together laughing

I wish I could sing it to you, oh no

I wish I could sing it to you

He pulled up to Elle's right as she was walking out the front door. She beamed as she saw his car pull up. He put it in park and was about to climb out to open the door for her when she yelled over for him to stay inside.

Perplexed, he sat in the drivers seat as she got in the car and settled in the passengers side.

"You don't need to get out of the car just to get back in, I can open a dumb door by myself," She explained, giving him a peck on the cheek after.

"If you insist," He caught her face before she turned away, pulling her into a longer kiss on the lips.

She hummed with content as his lips pressed against hers, an emotion he felt himself. The world disappeared for a second, his problems evaporating when he could smell her perfume permeating the air around them.

They broke apart and it took him a moment to drift back to reality. With one hand on the wheel and one hand resting with hers in the median, he drove off toward their destination.

Giuseppe's Italian Restaurant was a tiny whole-in-the-wall joint, with decor that hadn't been updated since they opened in 1940. But they had some of the best reviews in the city.

Flip let Elle get out of the car on her own, taking a good look at her outfit for the night. Her hair was down, her dark curls contrasting against her fair skin. Her necklace rested against her clavicle as always. She was wearing a floral dress, made of a flowing material. The neckline was tight and plunged, showing a fair amount of skin, but the skirt came to mid-calf and was gathered. It wasn't something he'd ever picture her wearing but she looked fantastic.

"A dress?" He placed his hand on her lower back as they walked toward the entrance. "Weren't you just protesting by wearing pants to work?"

"I'm not at work, am I? I can clean up nice from time to time," She wore a sly smile as they were escorted to their table.

Wine was ordered with dinner, the plates of food so big that they had to move the candle to the side of the small table. Everything was going great, the two of them talking in hushed tones and laughing in not-so hushed ones. They picked off each other's plates, earning the occasional side-eye from some of the more refined diners. Elle would raise an eyebrow at them and they'd turn their attention back to their own table.

He was about to take another bite of pasta when he saw a man walk by the window who looked awfully familiar. Blonde hair, slight build, gaunt face, Felix-like. Flips blood suddenly ran cold. His eyes trained on the front window as the man walked by, trying to get a better look at him.

The man walked by, not bothering to look inside the restaurant. After a few seconds of studying his face, Flip determined it wasn't Felix. He breathed a sigh of relief, trying to yet again push the image of a gun to his head out of his mind.

"Flip?" He heard his voice called.

He turned his head back to the table to see Elle staring at him, brow furrowed. She'd rested her hand on top of his, something he hadn't even felt her do.

"You drifted for a moment there, are you feeling okay?" She asked.

“Yeah, just thought I saw someone from work, sorry about that,"

"Do you want to leave? We can eat the rest of this later if you'd like,"

"No, no, let's finish our date. I'm fine, really," He squeezed her hand, hoping to reassure her.

She gave him a look before continuing to eat. They filled the next couple of minutes with small talk, his mind still half at work as he thought about what happened at Felix's.

"Tell me more about your family," He found himself saying.

"Uh, what do you want to know?" She asked, looking at him with uncertainty.

"Why did they come to America? You said it was before the way right? Why America?"

"It's the land of opportunity. Coming from 1930s Germany, where they weren't even considered to be citizens, America was a paradise,"

"How were they not citizens?"

"Jews weren't citizens under the Nuremberg laws. Even if they'd lived in the country for generations, like my family. Before the war even started, dozens of restrictions were put on Jews to prevent them from contributing. We had to identify our businesses, we had to be in a registry, we couldn't marry outside our race-"

Flip's brain clicked. Jews were considered a race, not always just a religion. He knew this, but something in the way Elle spoke of it brought back memories of events he hadn’t really considered before. The way "Jew" was said by kids in grade school on the playground. The way it was said in a hushed tone by his mother's Bridge Club when she's host them at their house after carefully hiding all family relics. The way it was spat like venom by members of the Klan, said like it was the lowest thing a person could be.

"What were the Nuremberg laws?" He asked.

"What are they teaching out here?" She half-muttered, looking concerned. "They were laws to systematically enforce discrimination against Jews. The holocaust didn't happen overnight, the government worked for years to get Germany to see us as inferior. These laws prevented us from working and socializing outside our communities. Many fled, like my mother and father. They left in 1937, and had to give up most of their wealth in order to be allowed to emigrate. The rest of the family stayed behind, and were eventually taken to the camps,"

She grimaced as she spoke, rubbing her pendant between her fingers.

"My mother's brother was the only survivor we know of our family. He came to the US to live with us after he was liberated. I'd never met him before the war but mama says he wasn't the same when he came to live with us. He rarely talked about his time in the camps, and held a lot of survivors guilt. He watched everyone around him die, I can't imagine what he had to do to survive,"

She had looked down while talking, and looked back up at Flip when she finished, seeming startled.

"Sorry, this is really heavy conversation for a date,"

"No, I was the one who asked. I guess there are a lot of things they don't teach about the holocaust in school,"

"It's a shonda, how can people be expected to learn from it if they don't even know about it?" She slapped her hand on the table, drawing another look from a nearby table.

"They teach enough for it to never happen again," He said

"I hope you're right," She sounded unconvinced. "But either way, my family came here with next to nothing. At least they got here, a lot of people who tried to come to America as refugees were turned away at the border. They had to go back to Europe, where many died during the war. My parents were fortunate to have friends here to help get them on their feet,"

"I don't really know where my family came from. My grandparents on my fathers side came from Russia, but my mother never talked about her family. She said they'd passed away when I was a baby. We didn't really talk much in my family if you can't tell," He tried to make light of the situation.

"Maybe you could find some records at your parent's house. Or you could talk to your grandparents, if they're still alive,"

"They're not, but my parents inherited a bunch of their stuff, so I could ask," He said, thinking to himself about how that might go. They should be more open to talking about family stuff. He was an adult for fucks sake.

He considered how different his life was from Elle's. An assimilated military family in middle America versus an immigrant family from the biggest melting pot city in the world. Vastly different lives that somehow became connected. He caresses her hand with his thumb as he took it all in. The two of them sitting in this tiny restaurant in the candle light, talking about their lives openly.

"I like you, Eliana, a lot," He confessed, unable to find the words to fully express his feelings.

"I like you too, Phillip,” She stopped the movement of his thumb so she could hold his hand. "And this date is nice, but I can think of some place I'd rather be,"

"Oh?"

She leaned across the table, lowering her voice for his ears only.

"In my bed, with you on top of me, fucking me into the mattress until dawn,"

He was grateful his hair covered his ears because they for sure just turned red. He felt his cock stir in his pants, his hips shifting to try to adjust.

"Were in public, you know that right?" He smirked, lacing his fingers with hers.

"I can't help it if I want you in me 24/7," She pouted, letting her big brown eyes work him over.

"Is that so?" He leaned forward, letting his lips press against her ear as he spoke.

"If you want my fat cock in you, you're gonna have to listen closely Trouble. We're going to get out of here, get in my car and drive home. You're gonna be a good girl, I can't be getting pulled over by a coworker because you can't keep your hands to yourself,"

Her breath hitched as he continued.

"When we get back to your place, I suggest you take that dress off before I tear it off you. And then you'll get what you want, do you understand me?"

"Ten-four, detective," She whispered.

A few seconds later he felt her bare foot ghost over his lap. She must have taken off her heel while he was talking, and was now rubbing him through the fabric. The little minx. He raised an eyebrow at her, holding her foot steady with his hand. He was suddenly thankful the tablecloths were long.

"You said I couldn't touch you in the car, were not quite there yet, are we?" Her eyes glinted and her mouth twisted into a devilish smile.

"Check please!" He choked out.

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NOTES

There aren’t a ton of notes for this chapter, its more of just dissecting Flip’s feelings and struggle with understanding his identity. Where Elle grew up very sure in her cultural/religious identity, Flip didn’t really “grow up Jewish” as he mentioned in the movie. I think he’d definitely struggle with his identity, especially when confronted with so much hate regarding it.

Here’s a basic idea of what Elle’s dress might look like (center dress)

I mentioned the Nuremberg Laws in chapter 4, but if you want to hear about the atrocities of the holocaust listen to the Mengele episodes from Last Podcast On The Left. It’s a three-part series and a little hard to stomach at times. I have a pretty strong stomach when it comes to true crime but this one got me a few times where I had to take a break (definite TW).

A shonda is yiddish for a disgrace/scandal. Its great vocab for overdramatic people such as I.

Thanks for reading!

#flip zimmerman #flip x reader #flip zimmerman x reader #masterlist #ARTBmasterlist

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matronaa · 6 years

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Jungkook “fuckboy?” drabble

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Word count: 1,637

Genre: Fluff/mentions of smut?

Okay look its about 1 in the morning while im writing this and i just got done literally scrolling thru @jungshookz e n t i r e page and honestly ive been delusionally laughing over her stories for like an hour and a half like the tattooartist!jungkook fic legit killed me i love it and i’m probably going to force my friend to check her out because legit i love it so much and she seems like such a funny person and if she sees this 1) ily and ur writing and i wanna be friends but idk how to start a conversation because im a awKwARd bEan and 2) im sorry for probably spamming ur notifications with likes okay i couldnt help it so now im inspired for the first time in a while to write but im way to loopy to put together an actual fic so enjoy this ig

Okay i should stop rambling (okay just note that im so sleep deprived that i had to google ‘words for excessive talking’ to remember the word rambling because im an idiot and i cant think and ooo its 1:11 am rn make a wish b*tches)

Okay im sorry ill begin~

A/n all of this is completely unedited and if bad grammar annoys you srry not srry

Lets talk about what fuckboy!jungkook is oki

I feel like in reality there are just a bunch of rumors about him but hes so smol and hes the quiet type so he doesnt have the energy to dismiss them

Like im sorry soft jungkook is way to good in my mind rn okay #cuddles4days im not in the mood for him to strangle me with his amazing biceps

Anyway

you never rlly met him in the 4 years of going to the same highschool as him (since you’re in those smart people classes like humanities) until senior year

You and him had the same AP Lit. class lmao english class is l i t

Which surprised you bc of the rumors like i thought he was a badboy ?? arent those normally idiots ??

Nah my bby is a smart nugget, he just likes to look hella bf 25/8

First day of school cliche where you show up late to class and have to sit next to him because i d i e for those plots okay

But you dont know thats him because you’ve never seen him, so you’re confused on why most of the girls keep glaring at you

But soon enough you catch on and you’re like fml

And then the professor is like “where you are sitting is your assigned seating for the rest of the year” and you’re like f m L

He ends up introducing himself to you because i mean like table buddies

But hes really nervous because hes a cute little bean and you’re hella cute cuz lets be honest ur probably wearing like basic black leggings and a hoodie with your hood over your head to hide the bed hair you didnt feel like brushing that morning

Oh, just me? Okay…

He likes ur name because it rolls off the tongue and he thinks it suits you even tho he doesnt know you

Yet ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

You dont really think hes a fuckboy because he seems so nice and he has the cutest lil bunny smile sEE

That is until after school u end up getting to ur locker late because u left something in one of your classes

And u see him pinning a girl against the lockers down the hall

And ur like well shit nvm

And u quickly get ur shit and go because das a w k w a r d

But then he sees u run off and hes like awh crap i dun fucked up

A few weeks go by and u notice he barely really comes to class so u usually sit alone

On days he does come his chair seems extra close to yours and he’s basically smothering you

But u dont mind because he smells nice

And on the days he does come you get kinda excited because

1) you get a partner who doesnt expect you to do all of the work

2) this boy cute when he gets all intelligent

Ur like “yes pls continue speaking about the essay we are writing that i have no idea is on because i kept getting lost in the sound of ur voice”

He notices when u zone out because you start staring at his lips when hes talking and he thinks its the cutest thing

One day u get assigned a week long project and ur close enough friends with jungkook to basically scold and force him to come to class all week

But only if he can force u to come to his house to work on it after school

Which you’re low key nervous of because ur going to a ‘fuckboy’s house’ by yourself

And u dont wanna do the dirty because ur a pure child haha not for long

But you agree anyway

And honestly even after the project is done (which you got an A on) you continue going over to his house because his bed is comfortable and he always has snacks

And his mom loves you

Like legit on days you dont go the next day you do she’s like “wheRE WERE YOU”

When the semester is over the professor lets you pick seats but you both enjoy each other’s company so you stay seated together.

finally ur at his house one day and ur just laying on his bed scrolling thru insta and he’s sitting on his bean bag in the corner on his phone and u look up at him and realise

Shit

You like him

Like a lot

And u mentally face palm because this was not supposed to happen

But it happened and you’re too far down the hole to climb out

Sometimes u end up napping at his house after school because his bed is more comfortable than yours and one friday night u wake up in his arms

And its like the best feeling ever

Its so warm and hes so cuddly hes like latched onto you

You stay under the warm blankets before you question when he even got in bed since he was playing video games before you fell asleep

And then his phone lights up and ofc you check it for him bc ur a nosey bitch

But not before you observed how adorable he was while he was sleeping

Nope not creepy at all

its his friend tae texting him (you didn’t really know his friends since you had different friend groups)

You check it and its smth like “stop staring at y/n while shes sleeping and reply u creep”

And you’re like w a t

So you scroll up and see that while u were sleeping jungkook went on a full rant on how cute u are and how whipped he is

And ur like holy fadoodles dis boy likes me

And so u decided to text tae like “this is y/n, does he actually like me”

Which turns into you both having a convo on how thirsty jungkook is until he wakes up

Hes like wtf r u doing and he snatches the phone and reads through your messages with tae while u like sit up to stare at him

And he’s still half asleep so it takes him to realise whats going on

“Omfg y/n i can explain-”

He starts rambling about how long he had been crushing on u and that he didn’t want to tell you because you seemed uninterested so he kept it a secret and never told anyone

And honestly he was freaking out because the onE tiMe he tells anyone that he likes you, you find out

But while he’s rambling you’re coming up with an excuse to text your mom that you’re spending the night at his house, so you just say he’s not feeling well and his parents are gone for the weekend.

Lmao she doesnt care she’s just like “lmao ik ur lying but have fun dont get pregnant”

Or Maybe thats just my mom idk

You have to shut him up by snatching his phone out of his hands and kissing him

When you pull away you’re just like “you talk too much lmao”

You explain to him that you like him too and u just get under the covers again and snuggle up next to him, and he wraps his arms around you

And you stay like that for a while before hes like “its late you should get home”

And you tell him you’re staying the night whether he likes it or not

And he is so down for that

But then you end up just spending the weekend there because why not his parents love you

And every night is just filled with cuddling, watching netflix, making out, late night snacks, etc.

Saturday night he gets a lil touchy and soon enough ur like straddling him and grinding your hips against his

But then he’s like “Ive never done this before” and you c o m b u s t

Ur like aren’t you like the school fuckboy how have you not done this

And he tells you its all just rumors and hes too lazy to set the record straight

And you basically decide to take things slow that night since it was you’re first time too and honestly it was so cute

It wasn’t really steamy rough sex it was more soft fluffy love making that is filled with giggling and exploring and appreciating each other

That was definitely the night you fell in love with him

Which is big because you thought love was gross

The next day you’re cuddling and he’s like “you know ur my gf now”

And ur like duh

You start going on cute dates after that like going to cafes or amusement parks

He loved taking you to the beach during the summer because u looked gr8 in a bikini

You found out you were going to the same college with was fantastic, so you decided to rent an apartment together nearby the campus instead of living in a dorm.

Which normally you’d be against because moving in together so quickly ?? but you felt different like this relationship was going to last

UNTIL HE CHEATED

Lmao jk gotcha bitch

My baby is too pure and innocent to cheat

Well innocent until you both get into bed and then oh lord it gets steamy

He wants to experiment with like e v e r y t h i n g and honestly you were down

But ofc you set some boundaries.

There were lines he couldn’t cross

I mean sometimes he tried but you shut that down real quick

Overall your relationship was perfect and you couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend

I mean he brought you pizza rolls and dr pepper to ‘study dates’ how could you not love him.

Oml it took me over an hour to write this its like 2:30 am why am i awake anyway imma go to bed now, idk ur name jungshookz but pls write more fanfics i need more to read late at night okay gnite

#jungkook #bts #btsjungkook #Jungkook oneshot #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts one shot #jungkook x reader #jeon jeongguk #im so sleep deprived #why am i awake #imagine #bts imagines #jungkook ima

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thedairyofjane-blog2 · 4 years

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Lara: mhm I do love purple

Lara: it floods my mind and flows through my veins

Jane: has something changed? you arent saying the last line of that?

Lara: so good

Jane: there it is -she points to the ground at her feet-

Jane: good pet

Jane: i didnt forget that you were cut off midway through your reward last time, and i do promise i will let you continue, but i have some housekeeping first

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: first off, on the topic of rewards, i know you crave my cock, and it does seem a fitting reward for someone as slutty as you are, but i want to reward you in ways that you appreciate when you are good

Jane: is there anything else you like as treats or rewards that i can do when you are good? you may speak freely

Lara: I dont know Mistress

Jane: speak your mind, what do you like?

Lara: I cant think Mistress

Jane: -she giggles and pats the girl's cheek-

Jane: alright, my cock will do for now, i will ask you again when i am not wearing purple

Jane: second on the agenda

Jane: has anyone other than myself added, removed or changed any of your triggers since i met you?

Lara: no Mistress

Jane: good girl, you want to keep it that way

Jane: you want me to be the only one who can have this power over you

Jane: you only want to submit to me

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: and you do want to submit to me, you want to be mine, you feel an irresistible desire to serve me

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: you are not dominant, at all

Jane: you have no desire to be dominant anymore

Jane: you live to submit

Jane: you exist to serve me

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: how often do you masturbate, girl?

Lara: twice a day Mistress

Jane: -she smirks a little- perfect

Jane: for the rest of today, you will not be able to masturbate, you will have the normal desire to touch yourself, but you will be unable to make your body do it

Jane: you will not be able to use toys, or anything else to bring yourself to orgasm or give yourself pleasure that way

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: from tomorrow onwards, every time you start masturbating, you will find yourself saying "thank you Mistress Jane for allowing me this pleasure"

Jane: only i can remove this trigger

Lara: yes mistress

Jane: from now on, any time you orgasm, you will think "thank you Mistress Jane for letting this slut cum"

Jane: you will think this no matter how you orgasm, sometimes you might even find yourself saying it

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: only Jasmin can remove that last trigger

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: -she smiles and pets the girl's hair-

Jane: now, i have noticed a few times in a row you have left without coming back, i understand your computer dying on you, but how have you managed to avoid coming back before that?

Lara: I dot know Mistress

Lara: it happens

Jane: do you still feel an irresistible desire to come back and apologize when you leave without explicit permission?

Lara: no Mistress

Jane: why not?

Lara: I dont know Mistress

Jane: -she nods, looking angrily down at the girl- you feel an irresistible desire to come back and apologize to me immediately after you leave without my explicit permission

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: no matter what i am wearing, if we are both in the same room and you leave without me telling you that you may leave, you will immediately come back to the room or invite me to your room, and apologize to me

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: good slut

Jane: now, what other triggers do you have that werent placed by me?

Lara: none Mistress

Jane: so this purple thing is deeper than a trigger, or is it something else entirely?

Lara: it is a progressive trigger Mistress

Lara: called a dominoe

Jane: can you tell me roughly how it works?

Lara: one trigger leads to the next

Lara: the purple leads to trance the trance leads to the mantra the mantra leads to kneeling he kneeling leads to a feeling of euphoria

Lara: that leads to the words so good

Jane: do you always get a feeling of euphoria when you kneel? even when not in trance?

Lara: no Mistress

Lara: the words lead to feeling of sbmission

Lara: the submission leads to rubbing

Jane: -she giggles and nods- whoever did this to you is a miracle worker, you are a very lucky slut

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: do you enjoy the feeling of being completely helpless and powerless?

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: -she smiles- such a perfect pet, now, one more thing before your reward?

Jane: every night, at midnight, every trigger you have that was placed from the moment we met until the moment this happens, is reset, those that are placed by me remain, those that were placed by others are removed

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: any triggers that were placed by me and removed by someone other than myself or jasmin will be reinstated

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: now, just to be clear, tell me what happens to you at midnight every night

Lara: everyone of your triggers is reset all others are removed

Lara: at midnight each day

Jane: perfect. the only part of this session that you will remember is that jasmin and i are the only ones who can remove your triggers effectively

Lara: yes Mistress

Jane: good pet

(Jane changes out of her purple outfit)

Jane: hey cutie -she winks down at the girl-

Lara: yes Mistress

Lara: ?

Jane: how do you feel?

Lara: wonderful Mistress

Jane: good, i am glad that being in your place makes you feel so wonderful

Lara: oh

Lara: ?me blushes

Jane: -she giggles- i asked you this earlier, but you werent really in a headspace to respond, so i will try again

Jane: i do like to reward you when you have been good, i know that you crave my cock, but is there anything else you would enjoy as a reward?

Lara: some time to just chat

Lara: open discussion

Jane: -she nods- we can make that happen, but i will give you the other half or your reward from the other night first -she spreads her legs a litlte, exposing her half hard cock between her thighs-

Lara stares at your cock

Lara quickly crawls to you

Lara spreads your legs and cups you balls

Jane: -she moans softly, leaning back in the chair to let the girl go to work-

Lara hungrily places my mouth over the tip of your tongue

Lara: and flicks my tngue across it

Jane: -she gasps softly and reaches down to tangle her hand in the girl's hair, her cock starting to grow hard in her mouth-

Lara slides down softy

Jane: -she cries out softly in pleasure, pre leaking onto the girl's tongue-

Lara feeling his aching cock trhob

Lara as I start a very slow down and up motion

Lara using my teeth to grate along the sides

Lara goind deep down to the stem almost gagging

Lara increases the speed

Jane: -she gasps softly at the sensation, loving every second of it, trying to make herself last as long as possible-

Lara moving more aggressively

Lara tasting precum

Jane: -she squirms a little in the chair, gasping with pleasure, her cock throbbing against the back of the girl's throat-

Lara squeezes hs balls

Lara my teeth taking the place of my lips

Lara grating up and down his shaft

Lara: even faster and rougher

Jane: -she arches her back and cums hard without warning, her pent up balls starting to spray into the girl's throat-

Lara feels his cum explode as I struggle to swallow all of it

Jane: -as she holds the girl's head down on her cock and bucks her hips a little, using the slut to milk her shaft, as the stream slows she pulls back on the girls hair, lifting her off her Mistress's cock and squirting the last of Her cum into the girl's hair and over her face-

Jane: mmm, thank you my slut, i needed that

(Lara changes into a cute bunny outfit)

Lara: does this please you

Jane: hehe, very much so

JaneJane : -she pulls the girl back over to the couch-

Jane: -she strokes the girl's cum covered hair- you wanted to talk?

Lara: yes please

LaraLara : I feel like i just jumped off a cliff

LaraLara : or rather you just pushed me off a cliff

Lara: lol

Jane : hehe, in what way?

LaraLara : Im in a state of things just happening

LaraLara : without any idea of what is next

LaraLara : so I want to know when it will end, what is the plan?

LaraLara : I need to be grounded

JaneJane : -she nods- i understand, and as i have told you before, there is no concrete plan, i want to practice, to have fun with you, to see what i can make you into, i know that hearing that will not help ground you, but hopefully this will, do you remember anything from the last session we did, earlier tonight?

Lara: I remember sucking you off

JaneJane Jane : i mean from before that, i told you to remember something while you were under

Lara: about if I leave without permission?

Jane: no, i made it so that jasmin and i are the only ones who can remove your triggers

LaraLara : I knew that already

Jane: i will talk to her the next time i see her and let her know that if anything happens to me, she can remove all of them.

LaraLara Lara : I do remember it but wondered why you repeated it

LaraLara : there is one more thing

JaneJane Jane : sure, what is it?

LaraLara : the length of our sessions

Lara: I rrely have more than an hour at a time to be on here?

Jane Jane : even at night?

Lara: yes

Jane : why is that?

Lara: I work from home

Lara: and some of my business is overseas

Lara : Delhi is 9.5 hours ahead

Lara: so right now its after the 730am start time

Jane : -she nods- i understand, if you need to go for work, tell me that is why you need to go and i will let you leave within a few minutes after that

Lara : and I also do some business in australia

Lara: though that is seasonal and with all the fires in sydney not much right now

Jane: -she leans down to kiss the girl's cheek- i am greatful for any time i get with you, i do always want more, but i love what time i get to spend with you

Lara: i

Lara: I like you too

Jane: -she giggles and lifts the girl's chin- i am very lucky to have you

Lara: I was worried when you said ears and tail

Lara: imagined the worst

Lara: that youd make me a pig or something

Lara: lol

Jane Jane : -she giggles- no, although i was hoping you would go for a dog

Lara : nah

Lara : thats jas

Lara: lol

Jane: hehe, well you can be both my bunny and my bitch -winks down at her-

Lara: I could ask jas about dog if you want

Jane: what do you mean?

Lara: the only time ive seen her taken she was in a dog outfit

Jane: hehe, i dont want her as my dog, i want you as my dog

Lara: then Ill ask her about it--it was a great outfit

Lara: I can get it

Jane: mmm, i would love that

Lara: I see her tomorrow for lunch

Jane: perfect. please do thank her again for me

Lara: should I tell her about the triggers or you?

Jane: if you want. but she knows not to remove any of them

Lara: yes of course

Jane: -she reaches down to toy with the girl's collar- when was the last time you were owned?

Lara : owned?

Jane: yes, when was the last time you were someone's pet, submissive or slave?

Lara: only happened once

Lara: and I dont remember it was so long ago

Lara : and for like a microsecnd

Jane: -she giggles- how does it feel to now be owned by someone who is generally as submissive as i am?

Lara: am I really owned?

Lara: isnt that like a permanent thing?

Jane : -she giggles- well, you wear my collar, you do as i tell you to, and you cant leave unless i decide to let you, what does that sound like to you?

Lara: oh

Lara: oh wow

Lara : do I HVAE to ask premisson?

Jane: yes, when we first started you would frequently leave without saying anything and vanish for the night, it will take some time to earn back my trust

Lara: so

Lara : if I tried to leave?

Jane : you would come right back

Lara: you seem to have covered all the angles

Jane : -she winks teasingly-

Jane: i have had a magnificent teacher

Lara: Jas?

Jane : hehe, yes

Lara: or someone else as well?

Jane: although you have helped teach me a lot as well

Lara : how?

Jane: trial and error, mainly, but you have a very loose tongue when you are under

Lara : ah

Lara: yes

Lara : it sometimes takes years before new hypotists realize all yo have to do is ask

Lara: to realize the simplicity of it

Jane : its amazing

Lara : they are alwasy looking for complexities

Jane : i think that was possibly the most valuable thing that Jas taught me

Lara: well may this one leave now please?

Jane: first, tell me what you are

Lara: a bunny

Jane: hehe, well, yes, but tell me what you are to me

Lara : owned

Lara: I am your slut and toy

Jane: -she smirks- and what do you say to me for making you that way

Lara: thank you

Jane : good toy -she kisses the girl gently on the lips- have a good night cutie, you may leave

Lara: goodnight

Lara has left the chat

#imvu #hypnosis

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m0onbean · 7 years

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Shopping Carts

category: floof, crack humor

pairing: eunwoo X reader

warnings: light cussing

note: author‘s note at the end!

As you roamed the supermarket in search of groceries, you pushed your shopping cart around carelessly. However, you didn't notice the other shopping cart lined up against the shelves.

Violently, your shopping cart crashed into the other one, making a clanging sound that echoed throughout building. When you timidly looked up, you didn't expect a face so chiseled and hair so perfect staring at you.

A blush crept up on your face. "U-uh I'm sorry..." you stammered in your own language.

The man gritted his teeth and rubbed his forehead. He said something in a sweet and slow voice while making strong eye contact with you.

Although you had no idea what he said, you couldn't help but feel your heart pounding upon hearing his honey sweet voice and looking at his extremely attractive facial features. Assuming he accepted your apology, you smiled brightly at him.

He widened his eyes a little in confusion and cocked his head. After blinking a few times, he murmured something under his breath and left the scene,

The next day, you found yourself in the bakery across the street. The aroma of freshly baked bread swarmed the room and blessed your nose. You were picking up some pastries for your co-workers before you headed into the office late. This was a convenient strategy. If you're late, they won't be pissed at you because you had brought them food. Reaching out to get your favorite berry assortment set, a hand reached out for the same thing. Not having it, you snapped your head in their direction to yell at the figure, but only to see the same handsome man from the day before.

You tried to speak, but no words came out of your mouth. Agaped, you watched his face recognize you as well. He smirked at you knowingly. Confused on whether or not he was mocking you or not, you snatched what you wanted and left the building after hurrying to pay everything. The moment you exited the store, you heard footsteps behind you.

Not knowing why he was trailing you closely, you ran to your car and tried to get in as soon as possible. Shit! Why does it have to be him again. I didn't do my eyebrows today. When you pulled the door handle, you realized that it was locked. Cursing to yourself, you fumbled for your keys. It's not like you felt threatened, you were just horribly embarrassed and didn't want to encounter him.

Right before you were about to successfully open the door and retreat, an arm slammed onto the window from beside you, stopping you from opening it further. You looked up. It was him again. HOLY CHRIST. HE'S REALLY MAD BECAUSE I DIDN”T DO MY EYEBROWS. You gave him a sheepish look and he smiled at you. He thought you were adorable.

"You... beautiful?" He said and asked at the same time in your language. He was so proud of himself too that you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.

"Uh. Yes." you answered.

"Thank you." he replied.

Little did you know that he was just spitting out any words he knew in your language.

Confused, you smiled at him awkwardly. You both stood there trying to think of what to say. Suddenly, he took out his phone and typed something furiously. After a few moments of him scrunching his eyebrows and deleted words, he showed you his screen and it was a translator that read, "My name is Eunwoo. What you?"

As you kept reading the screen over and over again, trying to register the meaning, he studied you closely. No doubt you were perplexed and was thinking strongly. It was cute how focused you were mouthing the words over and over again.

"(Y/N)!" You blurted when you realized the meaning. You caught him staring at you and he looked away and blushed.

"(Y/N)," he repeated. He smiled.

You got home late, again. Work was super exhausting and time-consuming ever since you got promoted. You quickly showered and rushed to open your computer to see 15 unopened messages from your foreign boyfriend.

HIM: Yo I just got home. from promotions. Hallo HALLO babeeeeee bABE BAB imbored i a m b o r e d look at your messages omg are you dead???? did you get kidnapped??? no youre too strong and short for that. you would just duck under their arms LOL m kidding you arent short pls answer i was kidding hellooooo

You rolled your eyes, but chuckled in amusement. Clearing your throat you clicked the "Video Call" button and waited for the clingy mess to pick up.

The moment he picked up, you melted seeing his bare face and his glasses.

"Awh babe, did you miss me?" You cooed, trying to make him mad.

"No, actually. Moonbin was talking to me this entire time," he huffed.

"THAT'S A LIE. HE'S BEEN WHINING ABOUT YOU FOR THE PAST HOUR!" shouted Moonbin from the background.

"Ah. I see," you said as you exhaled. You wiggled your brows at him while he turned his head around around, out of frame, to hunt Moonbin down. You laughed upon seeing his flustered face.

You've been learning English and Eunwoo has been learning your language as well. Being in a long distance relationship wasn't that hard, but the only thing that really seemed to be a struggle was the language barrier.

"You're so cute when you're mad," you teased playfully. The moment you said that, he dropped his attitude and started talking to you normally, forgetting about what just happened. You laughed at his stubbornness and proceeded to make conversation.

After conversing for awhile, he suddenly brought up something. "Hey remember when we met?"

"Oh yeah, in the grocery store?" You recalled.

"I think this is a good moment to tell you," he murmured unsurely.

"What?" You reply, deeply confused and slightly worried.

"I actually cursed at you when you bumped into me," Eunwoo said sheepishly.

You stared at him blankly. Memories flooded in, and then you realized why he was so confused when you guys met.

"Oh.." You responded. Then all of the sudden, you burst into laughter.

Blinking at you, he asked, "What? Aren't you a little bit mad?"

You wiped a small tear from your eye and hooted in more laughter, "I thought you complimented me, that's what made me like you in the first place."

Realizing the situation, Eunwoo began to laugh with you as well. The both of your laughters dissolved into the air as you two spent the rest of the night chatting and giggling together.

(author's note: I actually had my older sister write this chapter for me since I was busy but I ended up having to heavily edit it anyways so I practically wrote it smh)

(sister's note: HEY YALL. wassup its yo gurl. Becky doesn't even let me follow her blog,,,,,, I DONT EVEN KNOW HER BLOGS NAME. but i hope you guys enjoyed this. request for me again if you like it ok bye.)

(author's 2nd note because one just isn't enough: btw guys she's in 11th grade and the story was filled with typos like "panguage" instead of "language." aside from her horrible writing skills and weak grammar/vocabulary, i guess it's pretty funny. ok pls don't request from her it's basically just me teaching her how to properly write. mkay bye)

(sister's 2nd note: I BUSTED MY MIDDLE FINGER SO I CAN'T TYPE PROPERLY. ok bye for realzies)

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onlyjihoons · 7 years

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childhood; lee euiwoong

a/n; i saw the video of hyungseob and euiwoong playing at the playground and i had to write this omy and also,, a collab with @textingnct my dearest sarai!! do read her texts here♡

starting line: “remember how we used to play on this when we were little?”

synopsis: from your childhood friend to your now crush, your confession might just make or break this friendship.

warnings: fluff, smol,tiny,innocent love(?)

"So, ethane has only one carbon-carbon bond and-- y/n! Are you listening?" Euiwoong waved his hands in front of your face worriedly. "Uh... carbon-carbon double bond?" You squeaked out, earning a flick on your forehead from Euiwoong. "You aren't even listening!" Euiwoong huffed in annoyance, which you found it insanely cute. "I just have no fate with Chemistry, Ung-ah. I'm not like you, jack of all trades, master of all." You pressed your fingers in between his furrowed eyebrows, causing Euiwoong to click his tongue. "I'm--" "Yes? Class Chairman Ung? The one that gets straight As in class? The one that is good at sports? The one that wins girls over with a simple glance? That--" "When has myself got to do with chemistry?" Euiwoong pointed out. the fact that i'm so in love with you that i can't concentrate on chemistry you thought.

euiwoong was your childhood friend, because both of your moms were close friends and made a pact for their children to be the same too. he was also your best friend, always there for you whenever you needed him. for instance, last year, you developed a huge crush on the infamous school senior, Bae Jinyoung. No doubt, he had visuals that could get him casted, and also visuals that could get him through with incomplete homework. Not forgetting the visuals that got 80% of the female population falling heads and heels over him. However, Jinyoung didn't seem as nice as he looked, after he ripped your hand-written letter you discreetly slipped into his locker before he arrived in school. You saw that, so did Euiwoong, whom played along your "sick" act so he could bring you "home", for binge-eating sessions and also a trip to the arcade, battling it out on the ddr. euiwoong was more than you could ever ask for in a best friend, except that you've always wanted to break that stupid friendzone wall he built up in respect of friendship. you could've just told him then and there that you really liked him, but you weren't ready for rejection, or even worse, the break of a friendship. "you have more chemistry with chemistry than i do," you waved him off, as his hearty laughter bounced off the walls of the empty classroom. "you arent making any sense here, y/n, why not we continue tomorrow? you seemed tired today." euiwoong patted your back comfortingly, as you let out a huge sigh. "okay."

you were supposed to be on a movie date night with your friend. however, she had last minute urgent plans that made you a lonely person, in the middle of the movie theatre, munching on your overpriced nachos. frankly, you were quite excited for that date night, but now your thought got the better of you, inflicting negative thoughts in your mind. though the movie was a jovial one, you couldnt help but to feel sad that you were sitting alone amongst the other movie goers who were in couples or groups. halfway through the movie, someone took their place on your friend's seat(which was empty due to her absence), when you turned to look, it was euiwoong, with a bucket of popcorn in his arm. "euiwoong?" you whispered, "what are you doing here?" "watching a movie?" "no, but that is y/f/n's seat... she couldnt come ..." "she gave me the booking reference number, and she asked me to accompany you because she knew you would feel lonely." euiwoong munched on his popcorn as he spoke. "i'm sorry that i'm probably wasting your time because i'm about to leave like right now." you shoved your nachos into his arms, then excusing yourself to exit the theater. "but i just got here!" euiwoong complained, but did not manage to stop you from leaving. he sighed, excusing himself to follow you. "why are you so angsty y/n?" euiwoong stopped you, pouting. "i'm just..." you ran your hands through your hair, "really sad that i'm alone in the theater and my head got the better of me and i started to overthink stuff." euiwoong dumped the snacks into the nearest trashcan, then taking your hand in his, dragging you along with him to exit the cinema. "where are we going?" "you'll see."

Euiwoong brought you to a playground, your childhood playground to be exact. The both of you would visit the playground every evening before dinner to have some playtime, also getting along with the other kids in your neighbourhood when you were younger. "remember how we used to play on this when we were little?" euiwoong squeezed into the rocking train, then rocking back and forth. "yeah, when we actually could easily fit into one of these," you followed his actions, except that you got into a rocking rocket. "Why were you sad of being lonely?" euiwoong quipped, question slightly startling you. "I don't know, ung-ah," you rested your chin on your hands, "i just find it empty and weird when i'm not with someone else." "so you're a people-person?" "you could say so." "did you happen to think of anything else?" euiwoong got off the rocking train, then making his way to sit on the swing that was convinently positioned right infront of it. "yeah, i thought of someone." you smiled bitterly, getting off the child apparatus to join euiwoong. "someone?" euiwoong began to push off using his feet. "yeah, someone that means alot to me." you bit your lip. "would you want to tell me about them?" "that someone, is someone that i have known for a very long time. i like him very much, he was always there for me when i needed him at my lowest and got me back up again. my number 1 supporter as well, but there is just one thing lacking." "what is it?" "i dont know if he likes me too." you played with the rubber chain of the swing, absorbed in your thoughts. "that's...sad." you could hear a tint of jealousy bubbling in euiwoong's voice, an unfamiliar tone. "i also dont want to risk this friendship just because of my selfish feelings either." you swinged your legs back and forth, creating momentum. "do you mind telling me who it is?" euiwoong relaxed his legs, as the swing slowly slowed down. "you'd need to promise me something," you dragged your feet on the concrete floor below the swing, stopping it. "what? is your crush Jihoon sunbae-nim?" euiwoong joked, as you playfully shoved his swing, making him lose balance. "i'm serious!" "okay okay." "you know how i told you that i'm actually friends with him for a very long time right?" you could feel your cheeks turn pink, as you looked away. "yeah" "i've friends with you since we were babies right?" you tried to give hints to euiwoong, but he didn't seem to get it. "yeah?" euiwoong frowned, utterly confused. "i like you, euiwoong-ah!" you finally confessed, cheeks burning. "m--me?" euiwoong's eyes widened, pointing to himself. "yeah, you," you shifted on the swing seat uncomfortably, not sure of what to do. Was euiwoong going to hate you now? sever ties? "i'm sorry i shouldn't have said that..." you bowed your head in regret, the looking up to read euiwoong's expression, which seems unreadable. "just, forget whatever i have said, i can always get over my stupid feelings and--" euiwoong pulled the chain of your swing seat towards him, making you gasp in surprise. his eyes then flickered slightly to your lips, then slowly closing in to place his lips on yours. you closed your eyes, relishing the feeling of your crush's lips on yours. the both you you pulled away after a good 10 seconds, almost forgetting the need to breathe. "i like you too, y/n" euiwoong smiled, embracing you despite the creaking rubber chains.

"mom! i'm home!" you stepped into your home, with your hands interlocked with euiwoong's. "how was the movie?" your mother emerged from the kitchen, taking off her apron. her smile slightly faded when she saw your interlocked hands, "e--euiwoong?" "we--we're a couple now," euiwoong stuttered, slightly anxious of how your mother would react. "finally!" your mother exclaimed joyfully, "oh my i thought it would take forever for you guys to be and item-- i'm so happy for you two." "uh, thanks, mom?" you thanked her sheepishly, turning to euiwoong. "you two can go up to y/n's room first, i'll bring snacks." "you dont have to do that, mom."you tried to stop her, but she was already taking out the strawberries to wash. "my room is a little messy, please don't mind," you attempted to tidy up the stuffed animals on your bed, as euiwoong looked around your room. "isn't that the penguin i got you?" euiwoong pointed to the stuffed penguin on your study desk. "yes it is, it also helps me to study." you smiled as you picked it up, hugging it. "wow, so it's more effective than i am?" euiwoong pouted, with his hands around your waist. "no way, it doesn't gives me cuddles like you do." you pecked his lips sweetly, making him giggle. as euiwoong was about to kiss you back, the door creaked open, as the both of you repelled each other at the speed of light. "i'll leave this here okay?" you mother settled down the bowl of freshly cut strawberries on your bedside desk. "and leave the door open, no funny business." "yes ma'am," you and euiwoong replied in unison. as your mother left, euiwoong tickled your sides playfully, making you squirm and fall onto your bed. he caged you in between his arms, smirking. "doesn't this seem too cliche?" euiwoong whispered lowly. your cheeks turned red, eyes looking away. euiwoong laughed, placing a small kiss on your forehead, "i love you." "you're so greasy," you slapped his shoulder playfully, "i love you too."

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