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HD fic recs : Career - Aurors (part 2)
Here are a few recs where both Harry and Draco are Aurors. This is part two of three and focuses on 20k to 50k words fics. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.
Agnus Dei by SilentAuror [20k]
Post-Hogwarts. Mystery abounds in the Auror Department, and two of the Aurors find themselves experiencing a friendship more intense than it should be.
Boiling Point by @goldentruth813 [42k]
Ferveret - n. boiling point After an Auror raid gone wrong, Draco ends up trapped in a dodgy safehouse with nothing but Harry Potter’s dubious company and a dwindling supply of food. With only each other and the walls surrounding them, they’re forced to confront their past and their feelings which have long been threatening to boil over.
Draco Malfoy, Bloodsucking Fiend by @kbrick [23k]
There are two things that Draco’s Auror partner, Harry Potter, must never know about him. One is that he’s a vampire. The other is that he’s been completely, pathetically, head-over-heels in love with Harry for years. But when the duo is trapped inside an old shop on Diagon Alley with no means of escape, Draco finds himself fiending for blood and unable to put even a modicum of distance between himself and the man he can’t stop lusting after.
Eye of the Storm by Mx_Maneater [25k]
A storm rages blindly around a cabin with no doors. Without magic, Draco and Harry are trapped inside. 
Nothing But You On My Mind by @moonflower-rose [29k]
Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They’ll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Loads, as it turns out.
The Partner, The Rival and The Very Big Case  by oceaxe [24k]
When Harry and Nott are paired up to go undercover as fake boyfriends, Draco is disappointed not to get the assignment. It’s just professional jealousy that’s making him feel so upset. Obviously. He’s engaged to be married to Astoria, after all. But when he walks in on Nott kissing Harry for ‘practice’ and has a wild magic outbreak, he starts to think that something else might be going on. Is Nott right? Is Draco a homophobe? Or is there… just possibly… another explanation?
Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose [12k]
Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that. Hoppípolla by @moonflower-rose [20k] Falling in love was as easy as jumping in puddles, and Draco Malfoy was completely drenched.
Potential Gravity by @lol-zeitgeistic [32k]
Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.
Resistance by SilentAuror [25k]
Everyone but Harry seems to have forgiven Malfoy his past, and tensions are thick in the Auror Department.
Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You) by @firethesound [44k]
Living with Draco was difficult; living without him is unbearable. But if there’s one thing Harry learned from the war, it’s that even when one life ends, the rest of the world goes right on living.
Take These Lies by white_serpent [34k]
Repeatedly rejected by the Auror training programme, Draco Malfoy attempts an unorthodox method of gaining admission.  
Trust In A Broken Thing by SqueekaCuomo [23k]
If the ring was broken, that could only mean one thing… Harry Potter was dead.
Two Weeks by @shiftylinguini [21k]
If Harry had to guess which out of he or his Auror Partner, and tentative new friend, Draco Malfoy, would turn out to have Veela ancestry, his answer would be: neither, because that is ridiculous. Finding out the answer is actually him, and that his Veela heritage is wreaking havoc on his ability to work, sleep, and above all be in the same room as Malfoy, is a surprise to say the least. But this is fine. Harry’s been through worse, and he can just sit this one out, regardless of how much his body is screaming for the one person he doesn’t want to ask for help. Can’t he?
Waiting For A Song by @korlaena [49k]
After a couple years spent avoiding Draco in the Auror Department, Harry gets assigned to one of Draco’s strange cases. They investigate the mysterious disappearances of a witch and wizard, but in their search for the missing persons they find a lot more than they were looking for.
You Send Me (Honest You Do) by @firethesound [37k]
As far as potion accidents go in general, and deaging incidents go in particular, Draco knew this could have been so much worse. Harry only lost about ten years, and all his memories are still intact. But the sight of him looking as if he’s stepped straight out of Draco’s Hogwarts memories has dredged up a whole mess of complicated feelings Draco thought he’d buried years ago, and Draco really doesn’t know what to do with any of it.
I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!
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don't waste your time (on me) [g.t]
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01. | Please, Deputy?
Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)
⇾ w.c. 1.6k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, dubcon/coercion (somewhat, if you squint), pervy!gator, inexperienced virgin!gator ⇾ a/n: Gator's got me in a chokehold, so here we go and I've got plenty more ideas where this came from.
Win gets caught speeding.  One more ticket and her license is suspended, and she can’t have that.  When she offers to do anything to get out of getting a ticket, the good Deputy takes her up on her offer.
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“Shit shit shit,” Win hissed under her breath as blue and reds appeared in her rearview mirror.  By the time she’d flown past the sheriff’s car parked at the corner, she knew it was too late.  “Fuck!” she growled, smacking her hand on the steering wheel as she reluctantly slowed and pulled off the road.  She’d already had three tickets in the past six months, with this one her license would be good as suspended.
Letting out a heavy sigh, she reached in her glove compartment for her registration and insurance card, waiting for the telltale crunch of boots on gravel, signaling the officer’s approach.  
“Goin’ a little fast there, ey Lewis?”
Win winced at the familiar voice.  Of course it had to be Gator Tillman.
“Deputy,” she greeted flatly, staring straight ahead, already holding out her license to him.
“How fast you think you were going there?” he repeated, plucking the card from her fingers, and Win shrugged noncommittally.
“Dunno, maybe sixty, sixty five,” she lied, knowing full well it was far more than that.
“Try close on eighty,” Gator snorted, turning his head and spitting on the ground before leaning against the side of her Chevelle with one arm.  “I’m afraid I’m gunna need to see your registration and proof of insurance,” he prompted, not sounding very sorry at all. “Really?” Win sighed, finally turning to look at him.  “C’mon, Gator, can’t you just let this one slide?  Please?  I can’t afford to lose my license,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.
“I dunno…” Gator mused, peering at her from under the bill of his Stark County Sheriff cap with those big brown eyes of his.  “Seems like you haven’t learned your lesson yet, missy.  I’m just doin’ my job, you know?” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk.
“C’mon, Gator, don’t make me beg,” Win whined, scowling at the smug look on his face before taking a deep breath, hating how low she was about to stoop.  “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” she asked pointedly, hoping this was an offer a little perv like him wouldn’t be able to pass up.
Gator wet his lips, the gears turning as he stared at her, her words sinking in.
“Anything?” he asked, a hopeful look flickering in his eyes.  “Just for the record, what exactly are you offerin’, Winnie?”
Win rolled her eyes, ignoring the overly familiar nickname and the way it sounded on his lips.  “Do I gotta spell it out for you, Deputy?  I’ll suck your cock if you forget how fast I was goin',” she huffed impatiently.
“Really?” Gator yelped, hastily clearing his throat and straightening, adjusting his camo cargo pants against the growing bulge beneath the fabric.  “I mean, alright, since you insisted,” he said, rubbing his nose and shrugging, trying not to appear too eager.
“You’re clean, right?” Win asked, looking him up and down doubtfully as she pushed her door open and stepped out onto the pavement.
“Whaddaya mean?  I showered this mornin’,” he answered with a frown, lifting an arm and discreetly smelling himself.
Win rolled her eyes, stepping closer.  “I mean, you don’t have any STI’s or anything like that, right?”
“Oh!  Uh, no,” Gator exclaimed, nervously adjusting his ball cap, as if unsure what exactly to do with his gloved hands.
“You sure?” Win pressed, suspicious of the way he dodged her gaze.
“Yeah, I’m sure,” he muttered defensively.  “I’ve never, uh–” his words trailed off as a dark flush rose up his neck.
“Never fucked anyone?” Win snorted and his expression darkened.
“You gunna suck my dick or not?” Gator snapped, palming himself impatiently.
Win glanced toward his cruiser.  “Yeah, just– your dash cam’s not on, right?  I don’t want footage of this floating around,” she murmured and Gator followed her gaze.
“It’s off,” he assured her, a little too quickly.  “I swear,” he insisted when she looked doubtful.  “C’mon, would I lie to you?” he asked, spreading his hands and offering her a lopsided grin that made her pulse quicken traitorously and heat rise to her face, her own body betraying her.
“Probably,” she muttered, but didn’t argue further, pushing him back against the side of her car and holding his gaze as she lowered herself to her knees before him.
“Oh fuck–” Gator breathed, his voice hoarse, and he quickly fumbled at his belt, easing his pants down enough to free his throbbing cock from his boxers.  
When it sprung free, Win unconsciously licked her lips, admiring him discreetly, his mushroom head a pretty pink, pre cum already glistening at his slit.  Closing her eyes, she wrapped a hand around his base, steadying herself as she opened her mouth, her tongue swiping a long slow stripe up the bottom of his length before swirling agilely around his pulsing head.
Gator let out a whimper that melted to a loud groan as his head fell back, resting against the top of the car behind him with a soft thunk, his mouth falling open.  One of his hands slipped behind Win’s head, his gloved fingers tangling in her hair. 
“Shit, your mouth feels so good,” he breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily as she swallowed more of him, gagging as he hit the back of her throat suddenly, her nose buried in his dark thatch of hair at his base.
“Sorry,” he grunted, fighting to still himself as Win’s head began to bob, picking up pace.
“Oh shitshitshit, goddamn baby, your mouth feels so good,” he repeated, Win’s saliva rolling down her chin and his balls.  “God, you’re so good at this,” he hissed, his grip on her head tightening, hips jerking forward again.
Win breathed through her nose, humming in response, her body flushing hotly at his praise despite the disgust that followed.  Opening her jaw wider, she gave in to letting him fuck her face, letting him use her for his pleasure.
The sounds he made were almost sinful and Win squeezed his thigh with her other hand, fighting not to touch herself to relieve the aching heat building between her own thighs and pooling in her panties.
“Shit, I’m close,” Gator whined breathlessly, his cock swelling in her throat.  “Gunna cum all over your pretty mouth, Winnie.  You’re such a good little slut for me,” he babbled, growing more confident as his thrusts turned sloppy.
Tears pricked the corners of Win’s eyes, catching in her lashes as her jaw began to ache and Gator hissed sharply as her teeth grazed him, but he was already cumming, shooting white ropes down her throat, flooding her mouth with his salty essence, a guttural string of curses leaving his lips as he emptied himself, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.
Finally stilling, his cock going soft, the Deputy fought to catch his breath, watching greedily as Win pulled back, some of his seed rolling down her chin and glistening on her pink lips.
“Wait—“ he said, grabbing her by the chin to hold her in place.  “Open,” he instructed, wanting to see the mess he’d made and Win obeyed, opening her mouth for him before swallowing, her eyes flicking up to his.
“Good girl,” he murmured, releasing her, and Win quickly wiped her chin with the back of her hand before getting unsteadily to her feet, Gator tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up his pants.
“Careful,” he said, reaching out to steady her and noticing the tears glistening in her lashes.  “You okay?” he asked, suddenly worried he’d hurt her.
“Never better,” Win huffed, her voice dripping sarcasm, but she didn’t pull away from him, trying to ignore the heat pulsing between her legs and the intrusive thought that accompanied it—wondering how pretty Gator’d look between her thighs, those big brown eyes looking up at her eagerly as he made her cum on his mouth.
He probably wouldn’t even be able to find my clit, she reminded herself.  So why was the idea of her helping him learn so appealing?
“You sure you’re good, Win?  Your face is really red,” he pointed out.  “Need me to escort you home, make sure you get there alright?”
Gator’s words pulled her from her thoughts and she cleared her throat, swallowing sorely.
“I’m sure,” she replied quickly and he finally released her arm.  “Wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for you,” she muttered, though she found it strangely sweet of him to offer.
Gator nodded, adjusting his cap.  “Right then, guess I’ll be seein’ ya,” he murmured.  “Oh—your license,” he remembered, handing it back to her. “Night, Lewis,” he said, looping his thumbs in his belt as he ambled back to his cruiser.
“Yeah, night Deputy,” Win murmured, watching him walk away before shaking herself and pulling her car door open.  She had to get home to take care of something, her panties practically soaked through, though the last thing she wanted was for Gator to know that, to know the effect he’d had on her.
“Oh, and take it easy on the road, ey?  Would hate to have to pull you over again,” Gator called, a shit eating grin pulling at his lips.
Win rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out the window to flip him off before driving away.
Back in his cruiser, Gator watched her peel out, chuckling to himself before opening the laptop mounted to his console.  Biting his lip, he checked the dash cam recording, heat flooding him afresh as he watched her get to her knees.  Saving the video, he made a copy, backing it up on a thumb drive he slipped into his pocket before deleting the footage from record and pulling back out onto the road, his stomach growling loudly.  After that, he really needed a snack.
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GOR Milestone Celebration!
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Celebration time! 
So it seems that I have passed two major follower milestones that I didn’t celebrate at the time because I wasn’t in the right mindset. But now I am so let’s celebrate together, shall we? 
First of all, a big thank you to everyone who has clicked that follow button (not you, p@rn bots!) and tolerated me enough to stick around. I can’t thank you enough for your support, your comments, your reblogs and your likes. 
This celebration is open to all my followers and there’s no limit on the amount of asks. Just send in as many hearts as you like! It will be up until Tuesday Jan 24 11 pm CET.
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💛 - Change POV - Let’s shake things up in my masterlist! Have you read one of my stories and always wanted to see the POV of another character? Now’s your chance! Send me the title of my fic, the scene you want me to rewrite and the character you want to hear from and I’ll write the scene from their POV. For example “Water - Bilbo”, then I will write that drabble from Bilbo’s POV instead of reader’s. (Note: with oneshots or multichapters you need to pick a specific scene, drabbles I can do the complete thing)
🧡 - GIF requests - Send me an orange heart and a gif (this only works when you’re off anon, sorry!) and I’ll write you a little drabble (max 300 words) about it. You can find several gif requests from previous sleepovers in my masterlist as an example
❤️ - Valentine Baby - Love letters! They’re back :) Send me a red heart and a character, and maybe I can persuade them to finally confess their love for you in a letter! Please request these off anon so I can send them to your ask box! 
💜 - Drabble requests - I’m opening up drabble requests because all my WIPS hate me and I can use a little change. Send me a prompt from one of these prompt lists, together with a character and I’ll see what I can do! 
Trauma
Hurt/comfort 
Random prompts
Characters I write for: basically everyone from TH/LOTR (except for Gollem, Azog, the Master etc you know the type), I do not write for the Silm and RoP 
💙 - Postcards - Send me a character and I’ll send you a postcard based on your first date! Add which universe you want it to be in, ME or modern AU!
🖤 - Wild Card - You read that right! A Wild Card! Were you waiting for one of the old hearts to come back this sleepover? Or were you hoping for something else? Send in a black heart and what you want me to do and who knows... it might be your lucky day! Just remember, no fic requests please, you have the yellow, orange or purple heart for that purpose. 
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Everything will be posted in the next few weeks, but please keep in mind that I do have a fulltime job, a family and other obligations to fulfill! 
Permanent taglist to get the word out: 
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2023/9/16
It sucks knowing that I fucked things up. That I had a big opportunity and I totally didn’t seize it. I want to build more discipline in myself. I want to work better and harder.
I went on a date yesterday with a girl named Marcy. She was gorgeous and really into me. I went back to her apartment. I kept feeling my body, and my mind. I realized that I wasn’t into it. I didn’t want to have sex with her. On paper it confused me- because she was beautiful and kind and we were having easy, natural conversations. But I didn’t want to make out with her. I didn’t want to peruse a relationship with her. I gave her a foot massage, she gave me a back massage. I felt a little uncomfortable with my breasts exposed. I thought about making a joke and then proceeded to make a joke: “Did you get a good look at my boobs?” She laughed immediately and tugged on my arm “No! You wish.” It would’ve been really easy to turn and kiss her. I did give her a small kiss when I left. Her lips were cold.
I think I know the love of my life- and it’s writing. That’s all I want to do. I care about it almost more than anything. I say “almost” because if I had to choose between solving climate change and giving up writing I would give up writing. It would mean more people get to experience health and happiness. But I can’t make a trade that easily. I think I can actually use my writing to persuade people and make change.
I go on dates but I lose interest. I’ve fallen in love three and a half times in my life.
The first love was Yuki- a girl I met in middle school. We were inseparable and spoke in our own kind of tounges: murmuring and giggling. Inside jokes slapped atop of everything like pepperoni on a pizza. But she didn’t feel the same way. We’re on friendly terms, but don’t really talk anymore. I wouldn’t classify her as a friend.
The second love was a girl named Hazel. I met her on an artists retreat. She was working at the resort the retreat was held at. A fish scientist. I wanted to be around her all the time. We laughed hard and went on walks in the wilderness. When I left she made me a card with a leaf pinned to the front of it. On the leaf she’d scratched in the words: “You are good.” I think I told her how I felt. Something innocuous over text: “It’s a date!” Or something more overt in one of the letters we wrote: “I love you.” I don’t think she felt the same way. Once she visited me at a ferry terminal, she wore a leather jacket and I could barely look at her- I thought she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I haven’t texted or spoken to her in years.
Third love was a girl named Annie-claude. I met her in a psych ward. I remembered her name because it sounded like a combination of the two. We were in a group and I caught her looking at me. When we had to clear out the cafeteria because someone was screaming and had to be forcefully sedated, we found each other instantly and said “Want to go for a walk?” You can’t go very far in a psych ward, but we found a quiet place at the end of the hallway. She told me she’d been in the hospital because of an overdose. I don’t know why- but my mind instantly went to hard drugs. A day or so later, I was discharged to an inpatient, live-in facility called Rose House. I was upset I’d never see her again. A day or so later, Annie-Claude followed in my footsteps. I was rehearsing for a poetry competition when I saw her with her suitcases moving downstairs. I grinned at her. She smiled back. I think she knew how happy she made me. When I came back, having won the championship, she was overjoyed for me. I’d never had someone match my excitement like that. We went for long walks. She told me she used to be a competitive snowboarder but suffered a brain injury. She got a PET scan to see what was up. I told her I sometimes wished for a scan too, to see if they could see the illness in my mind. “My greatest fear,” I said “Is that they’ll look and find nothing there?” She finished. Yes. Yes yes yes. On that walk she’d told me she’d try to overdose on anti-depressants. We went down to the pier and climbed up to the look out. She looked at me and asked: “Do you think you’re going to get past this.” “Yes.” I responded “I have to.” (I was right, but it took me over a year longer than expected- and there was an awful amount of pain, too much pain that existed in that time frame. We walked too long and her feet were sore the next day. I felt guilty for keeping her out so long. When I was sad, she bought me dark chocolate and kombucha. She told me only one of us was allowed to have bad day at a time. She moved to a room downstairs, a pride sticker was on the ceiling. I asked if that was hers, she said it was there when she moved in. I told her about the upsetting stuff nurses said to me: “Okay. Maybe your thoughts do have a point.” “They did not!” She’d admonish. It felt good to hear her validate my frustration. It made me feel unwell. I wanted to be unwell. The alternative- I was sane- meant unthinkable things. I once tried to hold her hand, she pulled away. She was successful and smart finically. She owned a house and was going to rent out the upper floor. I joked about moving in. She earnestly said I couldn’t afford it. She was an event planner as her job, and once held a party in the basement for everyone in the house. There was a bubble machine and music. We got bagels and coffee. I’d stare out into intersections- wanting to throw myself in the middle and die for climate change. She’d look at my face, asses my hollow stare, and say “Hey. Get out of there.” We spent long hours playing grand theft auto. I lamented that my life wasn’t that exciting. She laughed in a way that said I was being immature. Once, we were sitting on a playground and I asked her if she could go back in time and tell herself something what would it be? She said “Take more pills.” She had a dog named Atlas. I’d never been depressed like she was. I hated the psychiatrists that she loved. I felt I wasn’t sick enough. Maybe I wasn’t sick in the way she was. She’d had a brain injury. Her troubles could be traced back to some psychical trauma. Something clear and that aligned well with our understanding of the brain. I was healthy by almost every measure. My issues couldn’t be pinned down neatly. ADHD, OCD, CPTSD, Bipolar II, Bipolar I, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Depression, Borderline Personality Disorder.
(God! It makes me sick. I remember, lying in a hospital bed being haunted by thoughts- terrible thoughts. And a young psych intern suggested I had borderline. They let me stay in an emergency housing thing during the day. I told my dad, in a sterile white kitchen, that being there felt more real than real life. “It’s real alright.” I was so alone. It’s a good thing I have the capacity to forget.)
Anyways, it turns out I was sick. But not in the way modern psychiatric medicine could pin down.
I left Rose House sooner than I would’ve liked. Punted out. I stayed up late making a comic for her and hid it in the GTA5 game sleeve. I told her I’d hid it somewhere in the house. I asked her if she wanted a hint, but she found it about thirty seconds after I left. She shot me a message: “Remember, I’m smarter than you.” I liked that. The upside to me being discharged was that I could take her places (patients aren’t supposed to drive together) the day after I left we went for a hike. She said she would come visit me. I said I’d like that. Then nothing. One night I drunk texted her. Something needy, presumably. She didn’t respond.
I google her from time to time. Her name is still on the website she said she worked at. I hope she’s won her war.
I can’t tell if love is creepy or I’m just creepy. I think unrequited love has a common co-morbidity with creepiness.
That is to say. I love to write.
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Retrouvailles, after we left 1.3
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Retrouvailles, After We Left a fan sequel to Before We Go
Ten years after meeting in Manhattan, Brooke seeks Nick out, with a terrible secret. ​ Act one, scene three. Providence.
The back door closed behind them as they stepped into the late sun.
"Just a little warmer than the last time I saw you," Nick chuckled.
"Le ciel san!" Brooke raised her hands to the sky, dropping Nick's arm.
"La sill san?" Nick repeated.
Brooke laughed. "The cloudless sky," she grinned. (1)
Nick laughed. (2)  "Guess I haven't learned any more French since Manhattan." 
Brooke laughed too. "Anyways, when are the reservations?" Brooke smiled.
"Seven, we've got some time." Nick relaxed, and his pace slowed.
Brooke slowed to match Nick's pace.
Brooke spoke first. "It looks like life has been good to you! Things have changed a lot since Manhattan."
Nick returned the grin. "It's nice having working credit cards. But yeah, I can't complain. Hopefully, you saw the end of the show. I like to end with 'Retrouvailles'," his face beamed. (3)
Brooke frowned. "No, I got here late." (4)
"You did?" Nick tilted his head.
Brooke gave a blank look.
"Thought I saw you. Well, I guess I've thought I'd seen you at other shows," he mumbled.(5)
"Haven't seen you live," Brooke gave a half-smile. "But I bought your album," she brightened. "And maybe I can catch a show in the future."
Nick grinned. "Well, night shows are better anyways. More intense. Danny can get you a ticket."(6)
Brooke gave a bemused smile. "Guess I'm old. I don't go out at night much anymore." She paused. "And I like recordings better anyway." (7)
"That's true," Nick mused. "No mistakes. When we record for the album, the song is as clean as we can make it."
"The guitar is a nice touch. Though I miss your trumpet," Brooke teased.
Nick grinned. "That happened after Hannah and I got married. Danny pushed me into it, you know. I was already writing lyrics. All I needed was an instrument that let me sing."
"Makes sense," Brooke agreed. "Can’t sing with the trumpet. I could tell you wrote the lyrics."
"It's me believing," Nick sang.
"My believing," Brooke corrected.  "Believing is a gerund, a type of noun, so it should be 'my believing,' " Brooke chewed a strand of hair.
"Wow," Nick feigned shock. "Correcting my grammar again?"(8)
"Again?" Brooke asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, you know," Nick looked at Brooke, smiling. "Like when we were in New York."
Brooke gave a blank look in response. "Never mind," Nick mumbled. "I know how to use a gerund. But Hannah said the songs don't play as well, and the focus groups agreed."
Brooke searched for something to say, but nothing came out. (9)
"You know, I invited you to our wedding. Hannah would have liked to meet you," Nick continued.
"Didn't want to make her jealous," Brooke breezed. (10)
They paused again, unsure of what to say.
Nick looked at his phone. "Let's see which way we go," he said.
"It's this way. We'll walk through the Quad," Brooke motioned.
"Looks like you know your way around Providence," Nick observed.
"Guess that night we hung out in New York, it never came up," Brooke mused.
Nick raised an eyebrow.
Brooke laughed. "I went to college in Providence. I graduated from Brown. It was a big change for an Arizona girl. They called me the Desert Rose," she laughed again.
"And you came back to Providence to sell me some art?" (11)
"What? Oh, no. I'm back to my original job, art restoration."
Nick chewed his lip thoughtfully. "Art restoration. That sounds so..."
"Nerdy?" Brooke finished. They snickered, and Brooke continued.
"Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed selling art. But I really prefer the restoration. It took me back to France, and I travel a bit to different museums. Michael didn't like it," she frowned. (12) But she quickly smiled. "But it keeps me busy. I guess it's one of the reasons I haven't been back to Providence since graduation. I used to live there, in Metcalf," she pointed.
"How is Michael?" Nick studied Brooke.
"He's good.  We're good!  Coming up on our 15th anniversaire."  Brooke watched a bird fly by.
Nick nodded.  Then he smiled.  "Glad to hear, things are going well for you."
"Thank you," Brooke turned back.  She looked about the campus.  "It's too bad he's not here, he would have loved see Brown."
"So you haven't been to Providence in a while," Nick changed the subject.  "Why haven't you been back?" Nick queried.
"Now that," Brooke reflected, "is a good question."
"You didn't like it here?"
"I love Brown. I even consider Providence my hometown. I had all the freedom in the world. Brown encouraged us to pursue our passions, and I ended up with Chemistry and Art History."
"And that's how you ended up with art restoration," Nick mused. "Is it good being back?" Nick grinned again. (13)\
"I'm getting too old to dream of going back to my college days," Brooke's voice tinkled. (14)
"Guess we can't go back again," Nick agreed. "But we can miss it."
"Exactly! Young and full of passion. Eager, easy to make changes," Brooke reflected.
"You should talk to Danny," Nick remarked.
"How so?"
"You remember that Danny majored in philosophy?"
"Not really, but go on," Brooke encouraged.
Nick's eyes fell. "He went to law school afterwards. He was working as an attorney at a big firm."
"I take it he didn't like it," Brooke observed.
"Called it dying slowly every day," Nick gave a wry look.
"Was it hard for him to make changes?"
"Yeah, definitely. Sometimes it's easier to go with the devil you know." (15)
"And now he works with you. So you saved him," Brooke glowed.
"We saved each other. He needed a change, and I needed someone I could trust."
"I imagine it's hard in your business, people always wanting something," Brooke sympathized. (16)
"You have no idea," Nick snorted. "You never know what angle people may be playing. Luckily, I had Hannah and Danny from before my first hit." Nick exhaled slowly. "Hannah, Danny, his wife Claire, we were too poor to go on expensive vacations. So we'd all go camping. Make wishes as the fire died. I think it was by the campfire that Danny convinced me to start singing," Nick remembered.
"The deepest wishes come out at night," Brooke agreed. "So how did Danny meet his wife?" Brooke deflected. (17)
"He and Claire have been friends since high school. They had a pact to get married by 35 if they were still single."
"Settle down, have kids?"
"Well, I wouldn't call it settling. Maybe they have the best marriage of all of us," Nick looked back at Brooke.
"Why didn't they get married earlier?" Brooke wondered.
"Guess they were worried about ruining their friendship. But like all things, in retrospect, they should have known better," Nick looked down the hill. "In any case, I'm glad you're here. I wasn't relishing eating alone. With you here, I won't have to make small talk." (18)
"Don't you like your fans?" Brooke tilted her head.
"Love my fans. But sometimes it's weird. People know a lot about me, but I can't know much about them."
Brooke looked at Nick from the side. "You could just cancel your reservation."
"Maybe, but Danny told me the maitre d is a fan. I've got to get out in the public eye, Danny says."
"Have you eaten there before?" Brooke asked.
"This is not exactly the place Hannah would frequent," Nick guffawed.
Brooke looked down. "How so?" she stammered.
"She's... kinda a health nut.  No carbs.  I was surprised she agreed to come initially." (19)
Brooke smiled. "Well, you're in for a treat. I haven't eaten here since graduation, but it's fantastic!"
Nick's eyes narrowed. "Is this the kind of restaurant you and Michael would go to?"
Brooke tilted her head.  "He'll come to restaurants like this for me.  But I'll eat like this alone.  I often do, when I travel."
Nick looked back.  "Alone?"
Brooke laughed.  "Alone!  I appreciate the food better by myself.  Here we go," she pointed to the Capriccio.
Click here to go to act one, scene four: Behind the Window. Click here to go to blog commentary for act one, scene three: How the Sausage Gets Made.
Authors notes and spoilers here:
Title for the next movie!  Le Ciel San, the Cloudless Sky.  
Fakegreat!  When you see someone you haven’t seen in a while, pretend everything is great, even when it’s not.
Callback to first movie, when Nick doesn't have any working credit cards.
Brooke will spend this chapter denying both to Nick and herself how she feels about Nick.  Similar to Before Sunset.
Not subtle!  Nick has been thinking of Brooke.
Setup, Nick will bring up Danny getting tickets again in 3.4.
Subtext.  By saying she prefers the recording to a live show she is saying that the memory of Manhattan is good enough, and there’s no need to bring their relationship to the present.
More denial.  Like Before Sunset.  By forgetting details Brooke is saying that night 10 years ago wasn’t so important that she remembers everything.
Brooke should be uncomfortable every time Nick brings up Hannah.
Lesson from the Dark Knight.  The reason Brooke didn’t go to the wedding should change every time, until the real answer in 3.4.
Nick should be trying to figure out why Brooke has come back to see him.  
A slip.  Hints at the problems Brooke and Michael have.  But quickly should pivot back to Fakegreat.
More subtext.  Really Nick is asking if Brooke is glad to see him again.
Brooke’s theme of growing old.
 Bring back this idea in 3.2., the Devil you Know.
Nick’s theme of loneliness and isolation.
Brooke changes the subject away from Hannah.
Back to Nick’s theme of loneliness and isolation.
A stand in for the problems in Nick and Hannah's relationship.
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“oh, no,” i hear you say. “not more of these.”
yes, more of these, except these are from a horse’s mouth, the words of a therapist.
(18+ please)
When do I feel like my most authentic self?
Aside from making art or being on my blog, never. It’s like there’s this unspoken rule that I’m forbidden from ever fully being myself. The punishment is I’m always made fun of (and not in the flirty way that I usually employ) or ostracized. People don’t like the authentic “me”: when I show the real “me”, they don’t know what to do with me. The real me is never embraced, no one likes it or wants to be with it. The real me is hated. I always feel like I’m being judged for things I like, all that I do, everything… no one actually likes me, and no, I don’t see a shred of power in this, either. I tried to see it but I can’t. I’m not amazing. I’m just nobody.
My most authentic self does nothing but leave me isolated.
And by the way, I’ve found that this is very quickly becoming one of those words that’s thrown around so much that it’s losing its meaning. Like, “vibe” is one of those words. What does it even mean to be authentic anymore?
When, if ever, have I experienced sexual flow?
What’s that?
Edit: I’m a virgin.
Second edit: never. Literally never. Nevermind the fact that I’ve never had sex and that this is the first time i’ve heard of this, I’ve always been so rigid and wary of my own behavior.
What words or images come to mind when I hear the term “gay”? (“Lesbian?” “Bisexual?” “Asexual?”)
Call me old-fashioned but I think of really happy people (the term “gay” meant “happy” before it was used to describe sexuality, after all).
Lesbians, I think of short, often unusually colored hair on women.
Bisexual, I think of Kirk Hammett of all people.
Asexual, I think of the ace cards in a deck.
In what ways do I imagine my life would change if I were more involved with LGBTQ2S+ people? How would it stay the same?
I’m lgbtq+ and I don’t think my life has changed in the slightest.
How does my body react when I see queer-themed scenes in movies or TV shows?
A little uncomfortable, to be honest, like I squirm a bit—it’s because I don’t expect it, it’s not “internalized” anything. It’s that I don’t expect it. After a time, though, it doesn’t even faze me in the least.
Regardless of gender or appearance, what helps me feel most connected with a romantic or sexual partner?
…their intellect? I don’t know, I’ve never been involved with anyone before. 
(Can we stop using the word “partner” please? This word is just a noise to me now, completely devoid of meaning).
What does “Love is love is love” mean to me?
Reminds me of “a rose is a rose is a rose” from Gertrude Stein. An odd repetitive phrase that’s supposed to make you think (except Mrs. Stein was approaching from an “it is what it is” angle).
How do I trust myself to make big decisions?
Big decisions, that’s for people who have their shit together, right?
What practices, beliefs, and experiences are essential to my self-identity?
My pain. My anxiety. My weight. The way I move and how I do it. The way I love and feel.
I don’t know, I feel like I’m bullshitting.
What messages did I receive from family, friends, and the communities in which I live about what it means to live a “good” life with “good” relationships?
(Oh, man, you want me to go there?) I was taught that I had to be married to a man with two children by the time I was my age that I am right now and that I would have all things sexual figured out the very second I had a wedding ring on my finger—this belief that women can automatically turn on their sexuality at the drop of the hat once they’re married was pounded into my head from a young age. The total christian belief that for some alarming reason gen z has taken to as of late… 😳
No one ever told me about possibly identifying as a different sexuality (it was always “if you feel this way, I’ll accept you”, akin to “if you need anything, tell me” that I hear at the slightest mention of depression or anxiety, but never the possibility that it would happen to me, though), or that I would find myself thinking about girls as well as boys, or that crossdressing is fine. I lived in a podunk town full of conservatives when I was in high school. There was a boy at the middle school who committed suicide because he was bullied for being gay. I remember I was a senior when it happened: his name was Seth Walsh. Rise Against did a song called Make It Stop and they actually mention his name in the bridge.
What do I imagine are the hardest parts of living as an openly LGBTQ2s+ person? What would be the best?
Actually being open with it: when I was a baby, my cousin Harmony came out as lesbian and then began identifying as male, and the family pretty much disowned him. I actually did say I was pansexual on facebook before my logout and no one said anything, and I don’t know if I should be insulted or relieved because it’s a big deal coming out, especially after what happened to my cousin.
As for the best, I have no clue. I said I was pan on instagram, and again, no one bat a lash. It’s like coming out has completely lost its intensity and literally no one cares if you come out as pan or anything. I honestly don’t know what’s worse, to be honest: I expect becoming persona non grata because it’s happened to me my whole life, but indifference? No. 
So much for being vulnerable and connecting with people.
What would I need to change in my life in order to consider options beyond heterosexual relationships?
Get the hell out of this area and never come back, for one thing. After that, I don’t know. It’s not like spotting a toupee. Can people tell if you’re lgbtq+ without you being aware, or is that just some corny joke that tv and movies did for years?
What would it mean for me to change how I identify sexually?
Ever since I started identifying as pansexual, it’s made a lot more sense but it hasn’t really helped me in connecting with people. If anything, it’s made me feel a lot lonelier. I can’t imagine having a boyfriend, and I sure as shit can’t imagine ever having a girlfriend.
Which parts of my current/past relationships have been performative and which parts feel genuine and pleasurable?
I’ve never had a relationship. Not even exaggerating. I’ve never had a boyfriend and having a girlfriend is out of the question, especially since some of my worst bullies were girls.
What kinds of thoughts do I have when I see a same-sex couple holding hands in public? Kissing?
I only ever saw a lesbian couple holding hands one time and I was mesmerized by them. I remember walking right behind them and I couldn’t stop looking at them (I almost walked right into a tree, I was so drawn to them). Never saw two gay men together, though.
How do I bring compassion and kindness to those parts of myself that make me feel uncomfortable?
I’ve been trying to figure this out for months. Yes, I tried affirmations, and they didn’t help—if anything, they made me feel worse about myself. I journal and it only kicks up anger and negative feelings about myself. I write erotica but I have difficulty talking about it and saying it out loud: in my year review post in December, I was really struggling to write in the fact that I’m an erotica writer now. It looked effortless but trust me, I was struggling. Like, do I actually say that, especially with how big of pricks ig are with that?
Which terms or words do I use to describe my sexual interests?
Ridiculous. Unnatural. Lame. Boring. Filthy. Worthless. Horrible. Disgusting. Unacceptable. I’m a heathen. I’m not human. I’m a bad person. Completely not sexy at all, only “cute”. What is wrong with me? Why am I like this? Why do I feel this way? What am I doing wrong? Nothing positive, that’s for sure.
I’ve never felt safe to express these things, either. How am I supposed to see them in a positive light if the outside world won’t let me share in the first place?
Consider: “Labels are for clothes, not people.”
I usually say cans of soup, because even clothes defy labels.
How do I embrace my authentic self – even when it differs from the expectations of others?
I just do but… I see no use or power in it, especially when the reaction I get is “meh, whatever”, instead of bringing me to the right people.
This was supposed to bring me to the right people. I feel like i’ve been lied to. It’s not in me to fake it, either: what the hell am I supposed to do?
What makes me feel the sexiest?
I guess my skinny jeans? Black and stretchy and they go with anything. I don’t really like t-shirts anymore because it always feels like they’re choking me (they make me look matronly, too).
Were you expecting me to say lingerie? No. I look at lingerie from Spencer’s, I picture myself in one of those and I cringe immediately. I know I’ll look like an idiot if I wear something that’s supposed to be sexy. Why do I even bother.
What is my favorite sex scene in a movie or television show?
I don’t think i’ve ever watched a sex scene and didn’t feel uncomfortable, or told to look away. Add to this, it’s all underwhelming: I hate 50 Shades of Grey (and screw you if you think that’s legit erotica) and I have never seen anything on the silver screen or small screen that was actually sexy in my eyes. This is what people find hot? This sucks.
Am I holding anything back from myself?
Happiness. What have I done to deserve true happiness? Nothing? Okay, then what should I do to get happiness? Oh, also nothing? Why am I not happy then? Did I miss something here, why is this such a nebulous concept? Why is this so pointlessly confusing?
My lesbian thoughts. They’re like… here and gone in a couple of seconds. What do I even do with them.
My straight thoughts, too. What guy would want me?
I don’t even know what I want in another person, except for intelligence, spontaneity, looking unusual, a big heart, and has a conscience.
I have never been anyone’s crush—I’ve never been anyone’s tumblr crush, if you can believe that. People on tumblr have crushes on other tumblr people (you see those posts ad nauseam about how much they love their mutuals, and they’re really annoying because it just reminds me of my own loneliness. and they’re just stupid on principle, too, like I GET IT. YOU LOVE YOUR FUCKING FOLLOWERS. SHUT UP ALREADY, I DON’T GIVE A SHIT AND I DON’T BELIEVE YOU ANYWAY.) I don’t get this new generation of tumblrs either: you claim to be fans but there’s no passion, it all feels very passé and heartless, like an attraction at Disney. But mention ~mutuals~ and you would think a strip club just opened.
I have never been anyone’s girlfriend, anyone’s type… anything.
Moreover… what on earth makes the adults in the room think i’m hot shit?
“Hannah, did you see that cute boy checking you out?” What is this supposed to accomplish? I didn’t see anyone, and I don’t know what you want from me.
“I assume that belongs to your hot boyfriend.” (talking about my rock n roll jacket, and it’s kind of obvious it’s mine because the collar is pink and next to pins and patches of bands, it’s got kind of effeminate patches like daisies, hot pink peace signs, and cats as well)
Why should I hold back anything when there’s nothing to send out to? I yell into a void all the time. I’m being myself but no one listens or cares or wants to get to know me, like there’s a reason why I turned off my ask box (aside from getting rude messages and they were genuinely upsetting me). If I’m not getting shat on, I get radio silence. I’m literally that starved.
Do I have anything I am concerned to tell my partner?
*seethes* Everything. What am I supposed to say? What do you want to know? What do you want me to say?
For some reason, journaling about the relationship aspect of sexuality only makes me angry: it makes me painfully aware of how fucking pathetic and lame my sexual history is, how a woman my age is supposed to be far more experienced than this, and it just makes me aware of how much of a black sheep i am, too. I violated a time table and I failed at being myself: I deserve to be punished and destroyed. I really, really feel like I messed up by being a late bloomer and not living up to expectations from a young age. I mean, I have a lot of anger in the area of sexuality as is, and it’s very dualistic, too: I feel anything sexual and I get angry, and then I get angry at myself for being angry about something that’s supposed to be natural.
Moreover, the fact no prompt list I have ever come across to try and help me unpack and audit my feelings has not had the presumption that those doing these have never had a relationship does fuck all to help—if anything, it just riles up the anger. “You and a partner” this, “you and a partner” that. Is virginity just a joke and a myth to you people who write these godforsaken things, what the hell? Some of us are just that malnourished. Some of us have never been approached or even looked at. Some of us are physically ugly. Some of us have never felt sexy a day in our life.
STOP ASSUMING WE HAVE OR HAD A PARTNER. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.
What are my favorite sexual fantasies?
I’m so tired. 
I’m exhausted. 
I don’t know what to expect out of these anymore. 
I have too much pain about the realm of sexuality that it’s overwhelming.
This is all bullshit, like my fantasies are so stupid. 
No one finds me attractive.
My sexual expression is hideous.
Just leave me alone.
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One thing about me is that both in video games and real life, I struggle with inventory management. I want to carry everything.
I got a mod for skyrim to multiply the carry weight and it asks on installation what you want the multiplier to be. At first I thought I could maintain a reasonable inventory I just needed a little room, so I chose the lowest setting which I think was 2 or 3 times. I hit that almost immediately and adjusted it up to the next step, which was 10x. That lasted me about one play session and early into the next one I hit the cap again. So I changed it again to the highest setting, 100x, and had to start putting more points into stamina when I leveled up because each level would give me 1000 extra carry weight and it would hold me over for a few levels and I could still get the attributes I needed, but I did stay consistently close to the cap.
In addition to the carry weight multiplier, I also had a mod that adjusted the weight of many items to make them easier to manage. It made things like lockpicks and potion ingredients weightless, dragon bones and scales only weigh 1, and made most misc items and potions either very light or completely weightless. And I was STILL hitting the already ridiculously high cap.
I want to carry E V E R Y T H I N G.
In real life I like clothes with lots of pockets and big pockets. Which unfortunately lends itself to me building a pretty masculine wardrobe. But like, I love me some baggy cargo pants and jackets covered in pockets and hoodies with a single giant pocket on the front. I fucking love pockets. I want a cute femme outfit with lots of pockets.
But no matter how many pockets I have, I will fill them. It is inevitable. I need an infinite fucking inventory pocket dimension because there is not enough room on my body to carry everything I want to keep with me. Let alone things I may need to carry temporarily.
I went to a house party last night and my outfit had 10 pockets, all of which were full. Please allow me to list the contents:
My bigass keychain with 11 keys, 2 dead keyfobs for my non-functional car, a bottle opener that I never use, and 4 loyalty cards. 2 of which are for my current workplace, one from my last workplace in a different state, and one that I found on the ground outside of a bar one night.
My inhaler. It ain't easy being wheezy.
3 vapes. The one I had felt like it was about to die and when I went to buy a new one they had a 2/whatever deal.
My Swiss army knife. I've carried one at (almost) all times since I was like 12.
My bag of rocks, which contains 3 rose quartz and 1 tiger's eye.
My mask
A hairtie
My wireless earbuds
My wallet
My phone
A bottle of Jaegermeister
A bottle of gray goose
A bottle of water
A bottle of Dr. Pepper cream soda
3 prerolled joints
A lighter
A really cute pair of fingerless fishnet gloves that I love but didn't end up wearing bc they weren't a part of my costume
A receipt from work where I stopped to get a drink on the walk over to the party and I kept it bc it had coupons
$10 outside of my wallet because the thing I saw for the party said $10 at the door but I ended up slipping in the side door when some people came out to smoke 🤙so I put that $10 in the bands' collection bowl before I left
So yeah for most of the party I had some bottle or another in my hands because I just didn't have enough pocket space to carry it. I just kept thinking to myself "you are overencumbered and cannot run" and it pissed me off so bad. Like I wanted to grab some snacks on the way too and I was like ah shit where would I even put them. I need more pockets.
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sunnitheconstruct · 2 years
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Spiritual rant
For my birthday tarot card i got the magician, S tattoo on my face (meaning of self/savior) & a scorpion & i asked for a wish; i want to be forever connected to the deeper core part of my being; scorpion = depths, ‘S’ (Sunni my name). 🕯— i married myself as well; i now try to embody feminine ‘empress’ energy. Im working with rose quartz & rhodochrosite the most for my healing atm. I am on a journey of self love
Anyways,
Beginning of the year i was heavy in my future energy. (I manifest & read the year’s of my life) my 3 staple tarot cards were HIGH P, EMPRESS, QUEEN WANDS; 2022 year of me knowing who i am, my worth & value. & What i deserve. I read that for a future i knew existed bc i created in in my mind & for double effect i programmed myself to actually believe in. I am on a peaceful journey———-got sidetracked, im high—————so my profection year is in SAG; my reality is world energy. This is a double year for me of blessing + the wheel of fortune. I am in good karma. Sag is sign of abundance 8888 i did heavy finfnacial magic this year. *breaking generational curses* . So in the beginning of the year my 1st program to work was queen wands & i was feeling HORNY & SEXY. I ordered a big piece of carnelian & (i was feeling hottttttttttttttt like fire by Aaliyah specifically) so i was looking for a fwb & apps, i ain’t do nothing just wanted no strings. I’m not that type of person. I’ve done it before but not enough to feel ashamed about myself. Anyway, that fell through & i said fuck it my sexual energy is powerful MIND YOU; you create from the sacral! Sacral is manifestion energy & i am a magcican) so i refocused my energy on creating my reality i want so i can timeline jump. I meet this guy as my job, SAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG BITCH & me, i can’t stand sag men. Too goofy, dumb & annoying. Class cown that gets in my nerves. So anyway, he has a wife who is deceased MIND YOUYUUUUUYYYUUYU: earlier in the year i asked god to prepare me for marriage (girl i won’t talk about it. I’m not ready) & the guy says ‘marriage was fun. She was my bestfriend’ nigga tell me why he has got me realizing it’s so much better to be friends before lovers & im starting to understand: *to clarify. I have a ARIES MOON VENUS IN 8 TH HOUSE BOTH TRINING PLUTO. I am the tower card. Plus i have Pisces moon/venus in sidereal. I love using that energy.) relationships for me are usually started by me. Fast, hot; heavy. I want it now & ima tell you how fast, how slow, how deep, i want it. But i rush bc i want it now. Aries. So i usually, charm them, no fucking obviously. (‘Before i let you hit this pussy bet you fall in love with my charisma!’ From the wise words of the president- Megan thee stallion) but then i get bored or turned off when i see they can’t match up to me; imagine the boredom of a child = when i see a man doesn’t read. Basically). My mindset is shifting to friends before lovers. A lesson I’m learning is patience anyway. Saturn energy is around me heavy rn & i call him papa*
I need a friend rn bc I’m loving myself & can only give me my time, energy & attetion right now. My Romantic & emotional cup is on me. I am on a self love journey but through that he can be my genuine friend & see me loving myself. It’s a genuine friendship bc I’m loving me & i wanna be single. & it’s crazy how me focusing on me is aligning with the sag as well; he’s obviously DL. Really not my man & don’t care bc i am NOT looking for a relationship & he says, me too. I just want a friend & i said i just want a friend. We connected in such a intimate way; 6 cups energy. FRIENDS & sag energy x 2; he is changing my world view on love & relationships & timing of lives
That’s all i think
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ppl saying that pigella’s power is useless, but i think her power would be able to stop chat noir from becoming chat blanc. now that we know that people can get de-akumatized, pigella’s power could be key in saving chat noir when they discover hawk moth’s identity. happiness shouldn’t be underestimated when the villain uses bad emotions to get hold of the miraculouses.
also let’s not forget that no one knows that rose is pigella, so she will come back for sure.
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Cute little details that stood out to me:
1. During the gift exchange, Poppy does two little brief laughs, each more like a single cute ‘heh’... I bet that’s “every time you laugh you make that little sound” Branch referred to in TWT Perfect For Me :)
2. Branch acting unaware that she got his name to avoid spoiling her moment
3. He ducks his head and smiles shyly when she calls him cute :)
4. She runs her hand lovingly over the scrapbook cover’s text :)
5. The Hug - the extra squeeze and her quick dazed look
6. The invitations out in the open!!  So glad they made a reappearance, that has always been one of my favourite things from the first movie.  I find it interesting how in Trolls 1 there are two shelves then in HiH the bottom shelf is empty: no way he got rid of them, so maybe he’s moving them somewhere better, all around bunker?  I would really love to know if he showed her them on purpose or if she stumbled across them, either one would be so sweet!  She made him all those cards and now he made her a scrapbook in return!
7. His hand over hers while emptying the basket for the Funk trolls.
8. The swing’s opposite hair colours, continuing with theme of them being connected / compatible from TWT (after their fight during Perfect For Me she’s in the shadows and he’s in the light, in the credits her goggles are blue and his are pink, in contrast to when he was trying to confess to her in the beginning and he’s in the shadows / she’s in the light)
9. More ear movements like in Trolls 1, particularly Branch’s, but Poppy’s do a bit when he hands her the scrapbook.  Subtle motions, but really emphasizes the emotion in the scene.
*10. Rewatched the movie (again) and decided to add this in: I just think it’s cute how she’s watching / smiling at him as he exits the balloon.  He seems happy too the way he hopped off and was smiling as he started to walk away - even though it wasn’t much of a ‘date’, they still both enjoyed the little hangout!
11. Branch being so concerned about disappointing Poppy if his gift is too meagre.  And while we all know (he probably does too) that Poppy would never stuff him into a blender or anything remotely close for any reason, the fact that he doesn’t want to risk his relationship in the slightest way and wants the gift to be perfect is adorable, great first steps of a new couple.  He may be much happier and sillier, but he’s still cautious nervous Branch, and I love that he’s changed so much, yet he’s still him.
~Also, the ring implication: proposing to her has obviously crossed his mind, but he knows it would be too much way too soon, they’ve taken things slowly even when they were friends; he of all trolls would never take such a sudden and huge step, neither is ready for that at this point.
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2nd Pic: Parallels from previous movies: Trolls Holiday vs HiH “Go Big or Go Home” perspective... TWT vs HiH “blow up in your face” idea... TWT vs HiH leaning on balloon stance.
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(I may add more if I think of more...). EDIT: I thought of more!
3rd Pic: @dreamsinger-rose here are the best screenshots I could get of the moment between the kiss and the balloon - he seems to lean a bit toward her, but now that I take another look I guess she tilts her head away shyly, and you can’t really see his smile very well either - but it’s still a cute moment!
4th Pic: His glimpse down at her lips!  dreamsinger-rose mentioned this and more down in the comments - I had noticed the glimpse myself but didn’t bother adding it as I’d seen it pointed out in other places, but then I thought why not, it’s a cute little observation!
5th Pic: Closeness in the balloon ride, also mentioned by dreamsinger-rose!  BONUS: his little smirk when she shushes him, and the way her finger lingers even as she walks away!
6th Pic: Not exactly a little detail, probably everyone noticed but still: Barb referring to Branch as Poppy’s boyfriend (not teasingly this time), and Branch directly saying ‘relationship’ instead of friendship.
7th Pic: Poppy was so excited to get her bf’s name... but there was also a moment of doubt / pondering / puzzlement, realizing she couldn’t instantly think of the perfect gift and/or wondering what she could get “the coolest troll in the world” (still love that she called him that!), but she shrugs it off and goes back to her usual optimism.  (I talk more about this in a previous post of “nervous Poppy”)
8th Pic: Poppy being considerate: she’s finally willing to focus 100% of her attention on him, no interruptions or distractions, to actually spend some quality time with him instead of have him just tag along while she works.  And some smaller points: suggesting they say the names at the same time, asking if he wants to go first instead of telling him to, and listening to / approving of his idea.
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Okay, I think I’m done now XD
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Daisies | jjk (m)
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pairing: jungkook x reader
rating: 18+
word count: 7.2k
genre: strangers to lovers, flower boy au, smut, fluff
summary: As a college student desperately looking for a part time job to earn some money you bump into the opportunity to work at a cute little flower shop nearby. Never did you ever think you would fall in love with the owner’s handsome son, Jeon Jungkook.
warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), teasing, praising, dirty talk, penetrative sex (Never forget to wrap that willy first before using it kiddos), fingering, very soft dom Jungkook (He’s a real gentleman in this story :’))
a/n: Hello, hello! This is your favourite autor here! This is my first story on Tumblr here (I’ve made stories on Wattpad before so I’m familiar with writing ffs) I hope you love my first jjk one shot on here and give it a lot of support.
enjoy reading!
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“Please Mrs Oh! I really need this job. If you want I can even come work at Sunday’s and Saturday’s!” You pleaded the woman in front of you, hoping she would give you another chance. After looking for a job for a good two months you finally found one at a local cafe but today it seems like you really fucked up.
“I’m sorry y/n but it has already been the 5th glass these past weeks and the second plate you’ve dropped just now. I know you’re a nice girl and have good intentions but a job as waitress just doesn't seem to fit you.” She explained to you. You sighed and looked down. She’s right. You’re not one of the handiest and you have dropped some stuff on the ground before. Maybe a job as waitress indeed didn't fit you that well. You took off your apron and gave it to Mrs Oh. “Sorry for the glasses and the plates..” You said softly, taking your defeat.
“I’ll pay you at the end of the week and I’ll give you some extra so you'll be able pay your rent this month.” You nodded. “Thank you, Mrs Oh.” You said as you bow at the older lady. “I hope you find another job soon.” She said.
You nodded and smiled at her before you walked towards the entrance of the cafe. “Me too Mrs Oh. Me too...”
And just like 3 weeks ago you started looking for a job again. You really needed a part time job. Your parents promised to pay your first year of rent when you went to college but you both agreed you would pay rent the remaining years following after. You had been in college for already two years, your third year starting next month. The first year you had to pay your own rent went very well. Your mom helped you to find a decent and well paid job at a bakery. But sadly the bakery went bankrupt two months ago so that’s why you were in desperate need of finding a new job. Then you found the sweet lady Mrs Oh but again you had to get fired. Not this time because of a bankruptcy but because you’re too clumsy when it comes to fragile stuff.
A week passed by and you still had nothing. You went to local stores, supermarkets, bakeries, butcheries, ... But no one seemed to need a part timer at the moment.
As you were making your way through the streets you decided to go take a break from searching and go for a drink at the old cafe you still worked at a week ago.
“If it isn’t our y/n!” Mrs Oh said as she walked over towards your table. “How are you girl? Already found something new?” She asked. You shook your head. “Not yet, but I’m looking.” You answered. “Aigoo,” She said. “I hope you’ll find something soon. You’re such a sweet girl. Now, what can I get you?”
“A latte, please.” You answered her. “A latte coming right up!” She said before disappearing to get some other orders and then go make your drink.
After a few minutes she came back with your drink. “Here you go sweetie.”  She said as she placed the hot latte in front of you. “Thank you.” She didn’t go away when you thanked her. Instead she went to sit down opposite you. “I would like to help you y/n. I know you’ve only worked here for two/three weeks but you’re a good person and you deserve to be helped.” She said. Then she took out a card and slide it over the table towards you. “Jeon’s Greenhouse..” You read aloud. “A flower shop?” You asked her. She nodded. “I know the owner, Mrs Jeon. She’s a nice woman but lately she get’s a lot of requests for bouquets and other stuff. I’m sure she could use some help. Maybe you could go check there?”
You looked at the card in your hands, nervously fiddling with the edges. A flower shop. It didn’t sound that bad. And from looking at the address it’s also pretty close to where you live. Maybe you could give it a shot yeah. “Thank you so much Mrs Oh. I’ll never forget your kindness.” You said as she smiled at you. “You’re welcome sweetie.” She said as she stood up and went back to work.
Once you finished your latte you wanted to pay but Mrs Oh refused to take your money, saying it’s on the house. You thanked her again for everything before going back home to your apartment. Once there you took the little card out of your pocket and looked at it again. There was also a phone number and email written on the back. “I’ll call tomorrow and see how it goes.” You told yourself. Today had been a long day and you sure needed some rest after looking for a job all day.
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The next day you found yourself in front of the cute little flower shop. Jeon’s Greenhouse. You called the owner this morning and like Mrs Oh said, she was a really nice woman. She invited you over immediately after talking a bit on the phone, wanting to meet you in person. And so you ended up here in front of her flower shop.
You walked in, a little bell ringing as you opened the door. You walked passed the many flowers and bouquets before ending up at the counter of the shop. A few daisies put in a vase next to the till. You softy brushed your fingertips over the small flowers. “They’re beautiful aren't they?” You looked up as a voice spoke. A middle aged woman standing in the doorway behind the counter, giving you a sweet smile. You smiled back at her. “Yes, they are.”
“In a few weeks they’ll be everywhere in the fields on the country side. It’s beautiful to go watch and take some pictures there.” She said as she walked closer. “You must be y/n, right?” She asked. You nodded. “Nice to meet you y/n. My name is Mrs Jeon but feel free to call me whatever you want. Eomma, Ahjuma, ...” She said, shaking your hand. “It’s nice to meet you too Mrs Jeon.” You answered.
“So, I heard from Mrs Oh you’re looking for a part time job?” She asked. You nodded. “I am. I worked for Mrs Oh before at the cafe but the job didn’t really fit me.” You said thinking back at your little failures there. Mrs Jeon nodded. “I see.. Well flowers should be no problem. Can’t break that easy if you drop them.” She said, giving you a playful wink. “Just watch out with the pots then.” You laughed. “I will.”
“So, when will you be able to start?” She suddenly asked. “S-Start? Like in, I got the job?!” You asked surprised. She nodded, smiling brightly. “I can't see why not. I could really use some extra pair of hands here and you need the money so why not? And as far as I’ve seen and heard you’re a nice girl. I would love for you to work here.” She said. You smiled and went in for a hug. “Oh, thank you Mrs Jeon! Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you so much!” You said. The woman laughing while hugging you back. “Haha, you’re welcome my child. Anything to help a girl in need.”
“Now, I’ll need you on Mondays, Thursdays and Friday, if that’s alright?” She asked and you nodded. “And btw, do you know anything about flowers?” She asked. “Not really..” You answered as you nervously rubbed the back of your neck. “But I’m always willing to learn.” You said, hoping she wouldn't change her mind of hiring you just because your lack of knowledge about flowers.
“Good,” She said. “Tomorrow is Friday. You can start then if you want. My son will be here too. He always helps me out and Fridays and sometimes also in the weekend. You should meet him and he can also learn you a bit about the flowers here in the shop.” She said. You nodded, listening to everything Mrs Jeon had to say. She told you already a bit about the shop and the flowers and what kind of work you will be doing and about her son.
His name is Jungkook and he is 2 years older then you. Mrs Jeon wouldn't be at the shop tomorrow so her son will be giving you tasks and the knowledge about flowers that you need to know. He’ll also help you fill in the papers for the job, she said.
After a long but nice talk with Mrs Jeon it was finally time for you to go back home to get some rest so you would be fresh and well for your first day at your new job. You were already looking forward to it.
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The next morning, just like promised, you walked into the flower shop. Ready to start your first day. You looked at the many beautiful flowers, standing still in front of the roses. They looked so good. Mrs Jeon must take really good care of all these, you thought. You walked a bit further and took a flower out of a water pot, smelling it. “They smell good don’t they?” You quickly turned around as the unknown voice spoke. You looked at the man in front of you with big eyes, the flower clamped between your fingers. The man laughed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He said softly. “My name is Jungkook. I’m Mrs Jeon’s son.” He said afterwards, making you feel a bit at ease again.
So this was Jungkook. He was pretty handsome for his age, you must admit. Dark brown wavy hair, matching brown eyes. He was slightly bigger then you. He was wearing a white shirt, black pants and a grey apron with leather brown straps. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up exposing his strong arms. He must have been working out to get all those muscles.
You looked back at his face and he gave you a sweet smile. “You must be y/n right?” He asked and you nodded. “Y-yeah, I am.” You answered. His smile widened more at your answer. He had such a beautiful smile. It gave you a warm and welcoming feeling. Just like with his mother. “My mom told me your knowledge about flowers is still lagging a bit. Let’s go fix that first and then you can go to work.” He said.”I’m looking forward to work with you y/n.” He said, smiling one more time before turning around and walking towards the back of the shop. He suddenly stopped and turned back around as he stood there in the door opening. “By the way,” He said. “that flower you’re holding right now is called a white jasmine. They have a really sweet alluring smell. You should smell them in the evening, then they smell the best.” He smiled. You put the flower back in his pot and then followed Jungkook towards the back of the shop. His smile making you smile too without you knowing. Behind the doorway there was a whole studio dedicated to making flower pieces, bouquets and so much more. Just like the front of the shop, this room was filled with flowers in pots.
“Do you like flowers y/n?” Jungkook suddenly asked. “I love plants.” You answered him. “I mean, flowers are nice. I don’t really got a special connection with them but it’s always nice to get some from the people you love and care about.” You told him.
He walked towards the flowers, stocked in water pots and then returned towards you. He gave you one flower. “Here” He said. You took the flower and looked at him confused. “Well- Thank you?” He chuckled at your response, thinking it was cute. “Every flower has its meaning. This one is a yellow rose. It’s a symbol of friendship. I hope we’ll work together well and become great friends y/n.” The boy said smiling. You smiled back at him at his sweet gesture. A yellow rose... No one has even given you roses before. It made you even blush a bit, only thinking about the thought of receiving one right now.
“Now,” Jungkook said, breaking your thoughts. “Let’s get to work shall we?” He asked and you nodded as he walked over towards the flowers, you following behind him. Today he learned you the names of a few flowers. He learned you what colours and smells fit the best together in a bouquet. You even made one together as an example. He also told you a bit about the history of the shop and about his family. To make the work a bit more fun.
He told you about the first part timer his mom hired one time and how bad he was at this. Always breaking the stems of the flowers or giving them too much water. He also told a bit about his youth and his little sister. He talked about his friends, the school band they had together. He even promised you he would take you with him one day to one of their practices so you could hear him singing.
You had such a great time with Jungkook. Listening to his stories, laughing together and getting to know each other. You were so caught up in it that you didn’t realise it was almost time to go home and say goodbye. “I hope you enjoyed today y/n.” Jungkook said as you were both standing at the counter. You aprons already hanging onto the hooks. “I really did Jungkook. Thanks for today and also a thank you for your mom to giving me this opportunity.” You said. Jungkook smiled. “You’re more then welcome y/n. Oh! before i forget. Mom told me the papers should be somewhere here.” He said as he went behind the counter to grab the papers out of a shelf. “Here they are.” He placed them onto the table with a pen. “So here is the money you will receive every month, They days you will work and here you can sign the paper.” He said, pointing out the things on the paper before handing over the pen. You signed the paper and gave then pen back. “So now you’re all set!” He said, taking the papers and putting them back in the shelf. “I’ll see you back next Friday y/n.” He said, giving you a smile. “See you next Friday Jungkook.” You said. You walked towards the front door as suddenly Jungkook shout out your name. “Y/n wait!” You turned around as the boy run over to you. “You almost forgot this.” He said, handing you the yellow rose he gave you earlier. You probably left it at the back of the shop. As he gave you back the rose your fingers slightly brushed. “Thank you Jungkook.” You answered. “Just call me kook or kookie, y/n. No need to be so formal.” He said. You nodded. “Ok. Goodnight kookie!” You said as you walked out. “Goodnight y/n-ah” He said in response. Little did you know how good he felt at you giving him that little nickname and how he was already slowly falling in love with you. And that after only knowing you for a day.
The next days in the flower shop you learned a lot. Mrs Jeon taught you some more stuff that Jungkook hadn’t and also gave you some tips and tricks. In no time you had to knowledge and techniques you needed. Sometimes Mrs Jeon would even leave the shop only to you, to go meet up with some costumers or bring some flowers for festivities. That’s how much she trusted you after working there for a few weeks. And about Jungkook? You guys became great friends and colleagues. Every passing week you became more and more comfortable around the boy. Sometimes you even fooled around with each other just like today...
 “Jeon Jungkook! Where did you hide my scissors this time?” You said, the boy acting all clueless and innocent. But you learned to look past that innocent bunny like face after a while. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I have nothing.” He said, betrayed himself by turning around towards the flowers, the scissors poking out of the pockets of his pants. You went to grab them but he quickly turned around, just on time to dodge your hand trying to grab it. “Not so fast princess.” He said, giving you a smirk.
“Yah! Just give me my scissors back!” You yelled at him, trying to grab it but he always seemed to know your moves and turned to opposite way so you couldn't grab them. You were practically almost hugging the boy as you were trying to get your scissors back. He suddenly grabbed them out of his pocket and held them up high as you almost caught them out of his pants this time. You jumped towards his hand and he laughed as you couldn’t reach them. Every time you jumped and tried to grab them he took a step back so you couldn't get them until he bumped against the work table, not able to move another step backwards. As you made a last jump for it and finally got them your noses slightly brushed when you came back down. Your faces were now just one breath away. You looked at him in shock, the scissors falling onto the ground. He looked back at you, as shocked as you were. He looked so beautiful from up close. Just like an angel.
Not only your friendship for each other grow in these past weeks but also something else... Little by little you seemed to catch feelings for the sweet boy. Always when you goofed around together or you would laugh together or he would pull some shit on you like he did to you now you would feel some kind of way towards him afterwards. He made your heart raise, your cheeks turning pink, making you lost of words sometimes. It took you a while before you figured out you were actually developing feelings towards him. And now seeing him up close... Oh god.
You broke the awkward atmosphere between you two by coughing and taking a step back. “I’m sorry for that.” “It’s ok.” He almost immediately answered afterwards. You both squat down the grab the scissors, bumping your head in the process. “Sorry!” You both said simultaneously, chuckling awkwardly afterwards before standing back up. You both felt the atmosphere was a  bit awkward right now but you just ignored it and went back to work. Jungkook working on decorating a flower blanket and you working on a few bouquets to put into the front of the shop.
“Mom asked me if I wanted to go visit the flower fields this Saturday.” Jungkook said, breaking the silence. “I... I was wondering if you maybe... wanted to join me?” You turned towards him but he didn't look back, his eyes fixed on his work. You admired him for a bit as he just stared at the flowers, not doing anything. Just staring. Did he really just asked you to go do something out of the shop? Together? He suddenly turned towards you, making you look away.
Why is she always so cute. Jungkook thought while looking at you quickly looking away, your cheeks turning a light pink. He knew you were checking him out and he knew a while ago you were feeling as nervous as he did when your noses accidentally brushed. How hard it was for him to not pull you closer and kiss those pretty lips of yours right there and then. Since a few days ago, well- actually the first day he met you, he knew there was something about you. Already from that first day he felt awfully comfortable around you. Later on the boy caught himself staring more at you, always smiling when he was around you every passing day. Slowly he started developing feelings for you. And he knew it all to well.
You really walked into this shop and stole a piece of his heart. That part only growing bigger and bigger every day until it would swallow his heart completely. When his mom asked him to go take some pictures of the daisies this weekend to hang in the shop he didn’t hesitate to go ask you to join him. It would be your first time together outside the shop and work hours. He really looked forward to it and was really hoping for you to say yes and join him. You could maybe even make a date out of it, he thought for a moment.
“So what do you say?” Jungkook asked again. You turned towards him and nodded, giving him a sweet smile. “I would love to go with you take some pictures of the flower fields Jungkook.” You answered him, looking how his smile grow bigger. “Great.” He said, getting all hyper and giddy, not trying to show it much. He has this kind of sparkle in his eyes he gets when he is really excited for something, betraying him a bit. You loved to see him happy and would do anything to keep it that way.
“I’ll pick you up Saturday afternoon then.” They boy said, standing next to you. “I’ll send you my address.” You answered him before you both went back to work the biggest smile showing on both of your faces. You couldn't wait long enough for Saturday to come.
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A night and a few hours later and you guys were already making your way towards the countryside. Away from the busy city. You looked out of the window of Jungkook’s car, watching the tall buildings change into high trees and the many busy people into empty, far reaching fields.
“Wah, It’s so nice to finally be out of that busy, stressful place for once and go find some peace into nature.” You said.
Jungkook smiled at seeing you so happy and relaxed. It made him feel at ease. He was happy to take you away out of your busy life for once. So you finally could forget about all your worries for a while. Today would be just about you and him. No one else. “I hope you’ll like it. You really never went to the country side at the end of summer to watch the last flower fields bloom?” He asked and you shook your head. “I haven't. But i bet it’s beautiful. And I’m sure it will be even more fun with you there too.” You said, giving him a soft smile before looking back outside. He smiled at you, concentrating on the road and sometimes taking a glance at your face.
When you finally arrived at your destination, a little cute village with even still a few traditional old Korean houses, you got out of the car. The sun shining brightly onto your skin. As you walked through a few streets of the village Jungkook lightly brushed his hand against yours before grabbing it and holding onto it. You looked at your intertwined hands and bite your lip, blushing a bit. You looked up at him as Jungkook just looked in front of him. Admiring the small but beautiful houses around him. You smiled before looking away, also admiring the cute little houses. “It must be so nice to live here.” You said. “Away from all the noise and stress, cars that are always honking, people yelling at each other on the streets. How much I would give to live in a place like this.”
“You would love to live on the countryside?” Jungkook asked and you nodded. Smiling at only thought of living here. In the quiet peaceful village. Every morning waking up with the sound of birds chirping, leaves rustling and the sun lightly shining through the curtains warm on your skin. How good that would be... Before you knew it you arrived at the end of the village and at the start of a giant field covered with daisies.
You looked at it with wondering eyes, your hand slipping out of Jungkook’s as you went to take a closer look at the flowers. Jungkook went to stand behind you. He hesitated at first, wondering if it maybe was a bit to early but eventually ended up doing it. He softly wrapped his arms around your waist, his chin resting onto your shoulder. “You like it?” He asked as you both watched the sun set behind the field. “I love it.” You answered, leaning back in his embrace. You guys hugged before but never had Jungkook hugged you like this. And it made you weirdly feel awfully comfortable. Like you could stay forever in his arms.
After a few minutes he unwrapped his arms from around you to take his camera out and take the pictures his mother asked for. Sometimes he would even take some pictures of you without you knowing. He took a few of you just admiring the flowers and from you picking a few out. You said you wanted to try to make a flower crown with it.
A while later as the sun was still going down, you sat down in the middle of another field filled with high grass and some wild flowers. You trying to make a flower crown and Jungkook admiring you, now and then making some small talk with you or laughing at your cute behaviour. He loved how your hair would softly move as the wind blew through it or how you would bite your lip when you were concentrating on putting the flowers together nicely. His heart was melting at seeing you. From that moment on he knew he was completely yours.
Once you finished the flower crown you carefully put it onto Jungkook’s head. “How do I look?” He asked. “Like a beautiful flower boy.” You said, giggling. Jungkook laughed with you, a flower falling off of the crown. “It’s not as tight as I thought it was..” You said as you picked up the flower and tried to put it back onto the crown. You leaned a bit closer as you concentrated on trying to get it back in. Jungkook grabbed your hand and pushed it back down. You looked at him confused as he took the small flower out of your hand. With his free hand he brushed some hair out of your face before putting the flower behind your ear. “There..” He said, smiling as the flower held its place. He looked into your eyes and smiled. You smiled back at him. You didn’t realise, while you were smiling at each other you were also slightly leaning into each other. Jungkook changed his gaze from staring into your eyes towards staring at your lips. How bad he wanted to feel them against his. “Y/n,” He suddenly spoke. “Yes, Jungkook?” You asked, not leaning back but staying as close as possible to him. “Can I... Can I kiss you?” The boy asked nervously, licking his lips, hoping you would let him. You nodded softly and Jungkook took this as a sign, leaning in closer and connecting his lips with yours.
You leaned into his touch, kissing him back lightly. Jungkook’s hand went from next to him towards your face. His thumb softly caressing your cheek as he carefully moved his lips against yours. His heart was beating like crazy. He looked so forward towards this exact moment. The moment you would choose him, like his heart chose you.
He broke this after a while, his forehead leaning against yours, eyes still closed. Both of his hand fell onto your lap. You took his hands in yours and finally opened your eyes, meeting his brown ones. You smiled at him before leaning in for another kiss. This time you wrapped your arms around his neck while Jungkook sneaked his around your hips. He suddenly pulled you closer, making you gasp as you landed onto his lap. You looked down at him as he smiled up at you, giving you that boyish playful grin. “So does this mean you’re mine now?” He asked as he looked up at you, keeping you close. You laughed at his cockiness. “Only if it makes you mine too.” You answered. He grinned. “I was already yours from the first day we met.” He answered softly, before pulling you down again for one last kiss.
After your little moment in the fields you went back to the village, walking happily hand in hand as you strolled through the cute evening market. You stopped at a stand that sold some self made products. Things like soap, body scrubs, perfume, ... While you were choosing some products to buy for yourself you didn't notice Jungkook slipping away and buying something at the flower stand behind you. As you turned around Jungkook stood there with a red rose in his hand. “Previous time, I gave you a yellow rose for the start of a beautiful  friendship. I never thought it would turn out this way but I’m glad it did. And so I want to give you this red rose this time as a start of or love for each other.” He said, before giving you the rose. You smelled it before looking up at him, smiling brightly. “It’s perfect.” You said before taking a step forward and hugging the boy. He didn't hesitate to immediately hug you back, leaving a soft kiss at the top of your head. “I love you y/n.” He whispered. Where you on answered. “I love you too, my kookie.” He chuckled at you calling out his nickname. From the first day until now it made him feel things and he loved it.
“What would you say of making from this beautiful day an even more beautiful night?” He whispered in your ear, making you look up at him, your arms still wrapped around each other. “What do you mean?” You asked him. He smiled, playing with a strand of your hair. “What do you think of continuing this date at my house?” He asked. “We got the house all to ourselves tonight. My mom and dad are out of town for the night.”
You looked around you for a bit thinking if this wasn’t a bit too fast for a first date but does it really matter when you love someone that badly and know you would want to spend the rest of your live with him? “Let’s go to your house then.” You said, raising a brow and giving him a smirk. He licked his lips as he looked you up and down. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” He said, a seductive smirk playing on his lips before he smacked your ass and walked towards the car.
When you arrived at his home it was like you couldn't get inside fast enough. Jungkook had you pressed against the door, kissing you hungry as he tried to get the keys into the small opening. When he finally managed to open the door he opened it and pushed you inside, breaking the kiss for a second the close the door, before pushing you back against it, his lips crashing onto yours again. Shoes and socks were thrown off almost immediately as you were both so hungry for each other. A small moan left your lips as Jungkook pushed his tongue past your lips, discovering your mouth as he pushed his body closer against yours. You placed your hands onto his sides, slightly tilting his shirt up. Jungkook got the hint and broke the kiss for a second taking off his shirt and revealing his toned, strong body. You caressed his naked chest as Jungkook kissed you again, a groan leaving his mouth. He took a few steps backwards, pulling you with him until you guys reached the cough. He sat down onto it, pulling you on top. He reached for your shirt, pulling it over your head, unclasping your bra afterwards and throwing it away somewhere in the dark room. Jungkook admired you for a second, trying to enjoy this moment as much as possible. “You’re so beautiful y/n..” He murmured under his breath. “So beautiful and all mine.”
You leaned down and started kissing him again, his hands first on your sides but not for that long as you already felt them moving up towards your breasts.
His lips went from your mouth towards your cheek, your jawline, your neck and your shoulder. Making sure no part of skin is left out. You grind onto him as he peppers your skin with kisses, one hand grouping at your breast in the meanwhile. As his kisses got lower you felt yourself becoming very aroused and wet down there, making you grind harder onto him as he finally took one of your nipples into his mouth. You could already feel him getting hard as he sucked and played with is tongue around your nipple. “Fuck kookie-” You cried out, your hands buried into his soft brown locks. He unlocked his mouth from around your nipple for a second. “Say that again sweetheart. Who’s making you feel this good?” He asked you, his hips grinding up against your core, making you moan. “Y-you, Jungkook.” You answered him. He smiled at you, licking his wet lips before attaching his mouth this time on the other nipple.
You gasped as he suddenly picked you up and carried you out of the living room, up the stairs. “ Let’s take this upstairs, shall we?” He said before kissing you again, carrying you upstairs, towards his room. Once inside, the door closed, he placed you down on the bed carefully before crawling on top, never breaking the kiss. Your arms pulled his face closer, his body getting closer as well, his now full erection, poking through his pants and grinding against your already wet core. Jungkook broke the kiss and sat up between your legs. He smiled at you, breathing heavily from all the kissing, before unbuttoning your pants and sliding them down with your panties, leaving you completely exposed in front of him. Once he managed to get off your pants and drop them on the floor he admired your body again, making sure he has seen every little bit of it. “My beautiful princess.” He said as he softly started caressing your inner thighs. He looked down at your core for a second, noticing how wet you already are for him, it made his cock twitch in his pants, knowing he was the one having this effect on you. “Before I do something else to you, I wanna taste that sweet pussy down there first.” He said seductively. He looked at you one last time before leaning down and starting to kiss your thighs. He always started at one knee and then made his way downwards. He made sure he wasn’t going to fast, making you whimper beneath him as he savoured this moment. “Already whining and whimpering. You’re so sensitive love, so... sweet.” He said before dipping his tongue between your folds, licking up in one smooth stroke. You buckled your hips up at the sensation. Oh god, how good his mouth felt onto your dripping pussy. You immediately wanted more. He looked up at you, making sure you guys made eye contact before planting his mouth onto your core again. You whimpered, biting your lip as you gripped onto the sheets. Jungkook concentrated himself on his work, lapping you out at a steady pace. Sometimes he would moan, sending shivers down your spine and making your core pulsate.
Before you knew it he was sucking and flicking his tongue onto your clit. Your moans got louder as you felt your first orgasm coming near. If his mouth already wasn’t enough, he also added two fingers, pushing them inside of your tight hole, stretching you out and rubbing at all the right places as he kept assaulting your clit with his mouth. You clenched around his fingers. “I can feel you’re close. Come for me princess. Make me taste your delicious fluids.” He said as he kept his steady pace, making you cum in no time.
He took his fingers out of your core and slowly started to lap up your juices that were leaking out of your cunt. You shivered as he lapped you out, still sensitive from your orgasm. Once he was done he looked back up from between your legs, his lips wet and glistening from eating you out. “You taste so good love.” He said, pushing himself back up before leaning back over you and kissing you, making you taste yourself. While his tongue played with yours in his mouth he unbuckled his pants and pushed them off, leaving him only in boxers. He parted from your lips for a moment and leaned over towards his nightstand, opening the drawer and taking out a condom. He placed the condom between his teeth as he sat up to take his boxers down. But before he could do that he let out a moan as you were softly caressing the shape of his dick through his boxers. You bite your lip as you looked at it. only of seeing the shape through his trousers you knew he was big. He took your hand that was caressing over his dick and lead it towards the edge of his boxers. You placed your other hand on the other side and slowly started to slide it down until his member sprung free, standing tall and proud.
You licked your lips as you looked back up at him. He smirked, the condom still between his teeth. He took the condom out of his mouth. “Like what you see?” He asked and you laughed, nodding. “I love what I see.” You answered, sitting up and leaning close towards him, your lips ghosting over his, early touching. You gave him a seductive stare while taking the condom out of his hand and opening it. He kept staring at your lips as he suddenly felt one of your hands wrapping around his dick. He let out a soft, low moan as you started to stroke it. As you picked up the pace he couldn't hold it any more and leaned in closer, kissing you hungrily.
He pushed you back onto the mattress before getting up again, taking the condom out of your hands and rolling it over his length. “Ready for a second orgasm?” He asked, hovering over you again, one hand holding his dick and teasing your entrance with the tip. You whined as you pushed your hips up a bit, wanting him fill you up already. “I love it when your body is begging for me.” He said lowly, his lips ghosting over your neck. “Let’s give it what it wants then.” He said, before pushing in. He slowly slide inside until he was completely bottomed out. You let out a moan, satisfied of having him finally inside you, of having him fill you up completely.
Jungkook peppered your neck and shoulder with soft kisses while he let you adjust to his size. Now and then giving you little compliments, about how beautiful he thinks you are, how happy he is to have you, how tight you are and how you take him so well. “So good for me princess.” He said, peeking your lips this time.
“You can move now.” You told him when you finally felt like you had adjusted to his size. He nodded and softly started to slide out of you again before thrusting back in. And damn... It felt so good. While Jungkook kept a slow but steady pace you wrapped your arms around him, your hands clamping onto his back and shoulders. “Faster” You told him after a while and he did what you asked. He took up the pace a bit, moans rolling out of both of your mouths as you made love to each other for the first time. It was amazing. Both breathing heavily, hearts beating fast, heads leaned against each other as Jungkook kept thrusting into you. He kissed your full swollen lips again as he speed up some more. When he was at his highest speed you were both a moaning mess. Your kisses and thrusts got more sloppy as you both feared your orgasm. “Fuck y/n- I’m close. Please tell me you’re close too. I wanna cum together.” He said between groans and heavy breaths. You nodded, your own orgasm almost reaching it’s peak. “I’m close too.” You told him. “Good” He said, before giving a few final thrusts making you both cum.
He breathed heavily as he just rest his body on top of yours, his dick still pulsating now and then inside of you every time you clenched around him. You both were breathing hard as you just stayed still and laid on top of each other. You softly started to caress Jungkook’s hair as you both came down from your hight. He softly closed his eyes, listening to your heart beat and enjoying the soft caresses over his head.
After a minute of two his dick slipped out of you making you feel empty again. Jungkook opened his eyes and pushed his body back up. He gave you a tired smile, receiving one back from you. He lazily kissed you one more time before getting up, taking the condom off and throwing it into the bin. When he came back you both snuggled up against each other onto the bed. He played down on his back as you laid on your side. One leg placed over his and one arm wrapped around his chest. Jungkook wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you a bit closer, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “I love you y/n” He said. You smiled at yourself before looking up to him and saying it back. “I love you too Jungkook.”
“So... you’re ready for round two?” He suddenly asked. You looked at him in shock. How quickly had this boy recovered from the first round!? He chuckled and peeked your lips. “It’s ok love. I’ll let you recover first but I really want my round two afterwards.” He said, as you shook your head in unbelief. “Wish, this boy.” “What?Your body is just so irresistible.” He said, giggling.
And before you knew it, a round two became a round three and so on. To keep it short, you had a great night together and it wouldn't be the last one. How it all started with you desperately looking for a job and eventually ending up meeting the love of your life. Life couldn't get better.
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avatar-saiki · 2 years
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Never Forget Your First
Category: Mammon/Reader
Rating: SFW, T
Additional Tags: mentions of alcohol, angst, pining, gender neutral reader
Characters: Mammon, Leviathan, Asmodeus, Lucifer, Reader
Summary:
**Inspired by Lucifer's Lover card**
After Diavolo's suggestion, you pretend to be Lucifer's lover. It seemed simple enough at first, but... some brothers responded to the news better than others.
How long?
“Raise.”
He picked up a stack of chips, setting them down between them without taking his eyes off of Levi. His brother winced, looking down at the cards in his hand and the chips still on the table.
“Ugh, fine.” He matched his bet, and Mammon smirked.
“You gotta say it.”
“Why?! You can see I matched it!”
“Yeah, but how do I know you wanna keep goin’?”
“Obviously I want to keep going! I wouldn’t add the same chips as you if I didn’t!”
He laughed, but his mind wandered elsewhere again. He hardly saw the card he flipped next.
How long had it been going on?
Why hadn’t he noticed?
Why… why did it bother him so much?
He sighed, glancing at his cards again and looking at the spread on the table. One more diamond and he’d have a flush, but he had a one pair with nines too to fall back on.
If he was lucky, maybe he’d get a two pair if not a diamond.
“It’s your turn first now.” he said, leaning forward and resting his chin in his hand.
Gambling wasn’t as fun as he hoped it’d be, even if he had a chance to reduce his debt with Levi.
“I know it’s my turn!” he snapped, looking at the chips Mammon had won so far.
This game was one he used to use on humans, but it was useful with his brothers too after some rule changes. Each of them started with whatever cash they had on hand, and Mammon placed five cursed Grimm in the middle of the table. His opponent could add these Grimm to the game at any time to match a bet, but once they were in play they couldn’t be removed. Normally, they were like lifelines or opportunities to stay in the game when things were looking… well, grim for the other party.
What they represented varied from game to game but if he managed to keep any by the end he’d collect his own prize.
This time it was pretty simple, for every one he had Levi would have to forgive ten percent of his debt. If Levi managed to keep at least three, then he had to pay up.
Not with cash of course, he was already playing with what he had.
No, today he had a bigger prize to lure him into this game.
“So if you wanna make a bet-“
“I know how to make a bet! We’ve been at this for hours!”
“Have we?” He murmured, glancing at his cards again.
Where were you right now?
Were you with him?
It all happened so fast… why didn’t you tell him?
“I hate when you get all full of yourself.” Levi growled, snatching one of the Grimm and smacking it down on the table next to the Big Blind. “I raise.”
That meant two were in play now.
He matched it with his own.
“Call.”
Levi scowled as he turned over the last card, then gestured for him to go again.
Maybe he could hurry it up and get him to add three to the game.
Might even panic a little more if he possessed all three.
He set his cards face down, leaning back into the couch, “It’s your turn again. If you add another Grimm I’ll match it with half my stack.” He smirked, nudging the box forward with his foot and resting his heel on it. “Win all three and you can walk away with the grand prize~”
Levi’s eye twitched and he struggled to maintain his composure.
“Get.”
“Hm?” he tilted his head.
Levi slammed his hands down on the table and rose to his feet.
“Get. Your foot. Off of Ruri-chan!”
“Why?” he smirked, pressing his heel down to pin the box beneath him, then rolled it around on its edges, “I can do whatever I want with my stuff.”
“S-Stop it! You’ll damage her box if you keep doing that!”
“I’ll just go buy another one then.”
“You can’t just buy another one! There were only fifty in production and somehow you got a hold of one!” He leaned forward and dropped his head, “I can’t believe it. I waited up all night to hear the winning numbers. I bought so many tickets…” He grit his teeth, digging his nails into the table, “Why did you even enter?”
“I thought the prize would be money not some stupid doll.”
“Not some-“ He lifted his head, murder in his eyes. “Take that back. I won’t stand for listening to you insult her!”
He moved his foot off the box and picked it up, looking up at him.
“I’m not insultin’ her, she ain’t real.”
Levi’s expression darkened, and he stood up straight. “Take it back.”
“Just sit down so we can finish the game.”
“Take it back.”
He rolled his eyes, setting the box down on the floor between his feet.
“Mammon…” Levi hissed, salty brine scenting the air as envy flooded the space between them. His tail lashed out and struck the couch cushion behind him. “Take it back.”
Now his moods would be even easier to read.
He rested his chin in his hand, scrolling through his D.D.D., “Win the game and I will.”
Levi growled, his tail slapping the couch again, but when no response came from Mammon he sat down again and pushed a small amount of chips forward.
Mammon matched his bet, “All right, let’s see what you had.”
Levi flipped his cards, eyeing the box. “Three of a kind.”
“Oh~ not bad!” He hummed, flipping his own. “I had a flush.”
“WTF?! You won again?! You’re cheating!”
“I ain’t cheatin’ we’re using your deck!” He feigned a pout, stacking up his winnings with the others. “But if you really think I am we could stop-“
“Absolutely not!” He scooped up the cards to shuffle, “I’ll deal this time.”
He smirked; couldn’t even finish making his bluff.
“Sure, go ahead.”
He still had three more Grimm to win.
It wasn’t like it mattered much anyway, he was just killing time until you came home. You weren’t answering his calls, and your texts were all dismissive and short. Busy. Didn’t have time to talk. You’d catch up later.
It was like you’d forgotten you had made plans to go out with him this weekend. Forgot that he’d wait at the gate for you to walk you home. Forgot that after classes you’d half ass your homework together, then crash in Levi’s room to watch movies or play games until dinner.
It was like you forgot about him entirely.
Why?
“Hey.” Levi snapped him out of his thoughts, shuffling the cards one final time. “This isn’t even about your debt, is it?”
“Huh?”
Levi set the deck down and began to deal the cards, “You’re upset they’re dating Lucifer now.”
“Wh-What?”
Dammit, Levi.
“No way, it’s just some stupid rumor goin’ around anyway. Why would I waste time even thinkin’ about it?”
“Oh please,” He flipped the three cards to set up the flop, “don’t start that normie bullshit with me now. You’re practically drowning in envy every time you get quiet.”
“N-No I’m not.”
Shit.
Shit.
This was why he was trying to avoid thinking about you.
He picked up his cards, glancing at them briefly.
“I saw them with Lucifer earlier today,” Levi continued, “well, I should say I saw a photo of them. They looked awfully close. Ugh,” His tail thumped idly, “another reason I prefer classes online. I don’t want to see all that PDA.”
“Sh-Shaddup.”
Don’t think about it.
Levi smirked, placing his bet and waiting for Mammon to call, then added the first card.
He was trying to break him too.
Make him start showing tells.
Fuck it.
He raised with a single cursed Grimm.
He wasn’t here to think about you.
He was here to win.
//end of Chapter 1. To read the full fic please check out my AO3 linked above (no account needed)
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alreadyblondenow · 3 years
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I loved you first, but you’re not the last
“....You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,”
Pairing: Mark Lee x female!reader
Genre: Angst, SMUT, fluff, childhood best friends to lovers
WC: 4,588k
Warnings: Fake dating, break up,swearing, mentions or other idol, reader x Taeyong in the end, Taeyong as Mark’s brother, unprotected sex, virginity loss, a lot of making out, mentions of making out, touching, a small amount of dirty talking, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation
A/N: NOT PROOFREAD. I’ll fix it once I get my internet connection back. Gosh I hope this posts. Part of Request Party
It was in the middle of the night when you received a call that did not just woke you up, but also woke your whole being. Body, mind and soul.
“You’re back?” crankily you sat up from bed, scratching your heavy eyes and about to get out of bed because the person on the other line is right outside your house, waiting for you.
He has been away and gone for too long because of college... and you should be excited as you go downstairs to meet him, but you know why he’s here and it’s no good news. Let’s face it, this night will not end nice.
“Here goes nothing,” you murmured. Wrapping yourself with your thick jacket before you finally step outside.
And the moment you opened the door, snow was falling and you didn’t miss how the snow landed peacefully on Mark’s eyelashes. Eyes looking straight to you, those sad eyes that can’t hide the pain that he’s holding. A pain that you caused.
You wanted to finally reunite first with a hug, but he got ahead of you and took your chance to show him how much you missed him.
“How could you?” he started, eyes still locked on yours. “I thought we were going to wait and do it right- how could you date my brother while I was away?”
Even you find it cruel. What you did to Mark was cruel, selfish, and unforgivable. And truth be told, you don’t have the right words now. You wanted to explain of course, but you’re scared it might break him even more. “I love your brother,” you said softly. Not even brave enough to look him in the eye because you feel bad.
“You loved me first,” he bite back. And you can’t help but be weak in front of him and cry. Usually whenever you cry, he will walk towards you and remind you how much you mean to him. But you guess not tonight, maybe you don’t deserve love tonight.
“You left me, remember?” you dried your tears and tried being brave even just for a short period. Just until you have the guts to walk away.
“Whatever. It’s not yet too late. Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy,”
He finally said his true purpose tonight. This was his last chance and the only to win you back. But even though he has never been more honest in his whole life except tonight, he feels like not even telling you his feelings can bring you back to him. Mark was so frustrated that he has tears in his eyes already that you wanted to dry so bad. But if you really want him to respect the relationship you have with his brother, then this is the perfect time.
“I may have loved you first, but your brother is the last man I’ll love. I’m sorry Mark,”
And just as you finish saying those hurtful words, you finally have the bravery to turn your back on him and ignore his shouting that you’re sure your parents and neighbors heard. This is you throwing a decade of good friendship because of unrequited love.
FOUR YEARS AGO
The day before Valentines day, you don’t know what’s up with your mood or with you in general, because you’ve been so envy with the people around you, couples to be exact. As you admire happy couples in school who celebrates Valentines as early as now, you can’t help but to imagine someone.... someone that will give you flowers, chocolates... kisses, or whatever you’ll accept in whole heartedly.
Valentines is like Christmas, it’s a day of giving and receiving. But that only applies if you have someone special whom you can spend the day with and exchange shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine cards with.
“I can be your fake boyfriend, come on it will be fun,” he raises his seagull eyebrows and smirked. Come to think of it, it’s not a bad idea. You’ve been best friends even before kindergarten, you watch each other grow and went through puberty together until the next thing you know, you’re printing college applications together in your room because his printer broke down.
“Let’s not go to college without having the experience of high school love... you know, let’s have fun before we graduate with flying colors. Let’s go to parties, participate in Valentine-gram tomorrow, go to prom together. What do you say?” he added.
“But everything’s fake? What’s the point of fake dating if we already look like were dating ever since we started being friends?” You whine and flop on your bed, Mark did the same thing.
“Don’t think about it too much, just say yes,” for a moment you both just stared at the ceiling, wondering what could go wrong if you started fake dating. “Anyway, you don’t have a choice. I need to get home and answer these- Bye, you’re my girlfriend now!”
“W-what? Mark-“
And just before you could reason out with him, he’s gone with his college applications and you’re left with your thoughts and excitement. You don’t know why but Mark’s crazy idea made your heart jump, it’s like a good electricity that made you look for your art materials and spend the whole evening making your fake boyfriend a blue shiny, glittery, and sparkling Valentine card.
Even if the motive was fake, the effort was real and it felt good and right at that very moment.
But little did you know that his idea of fake dating was only his way to not shock you when he finally confess his feelings to you.
That’s right, your best friend is in love with you.
If she wears blue tomorrow I will confess to her. He tells himself as he stares in his ceiling, feeling the same excitement and electricity in his heart. Trying so hard to sleep but he kept on thinking about you and can’t help but feel the excitement for tomorrow again.
“You and Y/n started dating? Since when?” Mark’s mother exclaimed happily while driving. Looking at his son admire the roses he got you from the flower shop downtown.
“We’re just starting mom. Thanks for helping me pick these up by the way,”
“Oh there she is! Wearing blue! Oh I never realized how you two grew such good looking kids until now,”
Mark breathed in and let it out with a smile, thankful that you wore his favorite color, because he can’t continue to hide his feelings for you. Maybe you and him are really bound to happen.
As you wave goodbye to Mrs. Lee with a bright smile, there you see Mark carrying a unique bouquet of roses and your eyes immediately went big and sparkled because. Not to mention your heart beats so hard and fast because he looked so handsome even in his casual clothes.
“Wow- I’m speechless, these are beautiful. Where did you get these?” you accept the bouquet as he hands it to you with a smile. Engraving the look of your face in his mind and heart, swearing to himself that from now on he will make you happy like this everyday.
“It’s a secret. You’re special so it requires extra effort. Happy Valentines and happy first day of being a couple,” he said and planted a kiss on your forehead. Something so natural for you and him, but today is different. Nonetheless, you believe that today will be a beautiful and eventful day.
In the see of people wearing red and white in your school’s hallway, you and Mark are happy wearing blue. Such a sad color but you wearing it makes him the happiest guy today. Everywhere you look has a dash of red and pink, hearts are hanged here and there and almost everyone has red roses on their hand... except you.
Because you’re holding a bouquet of rainbow roses.
This year’s Valentines wasn’t like any other Valentine’s you usually have. Today you have Mark.
You have Mark to hold your hand while you walk on the school’s hallway. You have Mark to look at you so lovingly that your heart melts whenever you catch him looking. You have Mark to take you out on a date after school and take cute photos in a photo booth. You have Mark to share a big drink with two straws.
And most especially, you have Mark to kiss you under the dark sky full of stars in front of your house.
His lips were soft as expected. And the way his tongue swipes on your lip in the most subtle way just makes you want him to kiss more. He smiled in between kissing when you pulled him closer and kiss him more when he was about to pull away. And oh! You did not miss the way he softly moans, such music to your ears but sad to say you can only hear them tonight.
“Did you liked my Valentine card? I left it in your locker,”
You finally pulled away and surprised him. Wiping away the spit from your mouth, you wiped Mark’s as well. He only smiled to you and you wish he would stop doing it because you’re growing a little crush on him already.
“It’s full of glitters, it’s blue and it has watermelons. Of course I love it” he said then did it again, melted your heart with that damn handsome smile.
“Good,” you said softly, fixing his hoodie and finally giving him a bear hug that he deserves. “I don’t want this night to end,” you finally admitted it.
“Then let’s not end it,”
“Wait, you’re not faking anymore aren’t you-“
And just like that Mark cut you off with a deep kiss. Nothing like how he kissed you earlier. This time he was holding you tight that you’re almost out if breath and you feel like he’s about to crush you anytime. But the way he kissed you... it’s his way of confessing his love to you.
On the following days, everything changed between you and Mark. Though it’s clear that what you feel for him is only just a crush now and he knows it, still the guy is hopeful that you will love him like how he loves you.
Mark is the perfect definition of consistent. He showed you how he feels for you each day, and each day he became better than the day before, sweeter and bolder. He was putting everything on the line for you, showering you the love he has always kept in him. That’s why, in a matter of months you finally made it official with him and you can’t wait what the future has in store for the both of you.
“What do you love about me?” you asked out of nowhere while he was in the middle of playing his guitar. It wasn’t a hard question, but it made him stop and think for a second.
“I love how you give me constant reasons to love you even more each day,” the first line was enough, but Mark has more to say. “The way you kiss my cheek in the most friendly way but it always meant something to me, how you accepted me to be your friend and now boyfriend. I love how you love me, because being loved back by you is something so special that only us can understand”
What he said moved you of course. You didn’t know that he loves you deeply even before you started the fake dating thing. And knowing that Mark is just crazy and madly in love with you, you can’t help but wish that you are too. For now all you can do is accept his love, and give back however you can. You love him of course, but you can’t keep up with his love yet.
Days passed by and your relationship grew sweeter. More sweet words were exchanged and more kisses were given. Way more. Until you find yourselves making out whenever you two are alone.
“Aw!” you express your pain when Mark accidentally bit your lip. Something so sexy but it hurt and it made you both stop what you’re doing.
“Oops. Sorry, I got carried away” he says and took a look at your lips. “You’re fine right?”
“Mhmm” You answered, but just before he was about to start kissing you again, you stopped him by pulling away. “And it’s getting late, I think you should go home,”
“But I want to stay for more,” he said with a sly smile. Caressing your shoulders and soothing your back. If course you did not miss what he was talking about for more. You and Mark are young, and being new to this relationship thing just makes you both want to explore and feed each other’s curiosity.
“When I’m ready. I promise it will be worth the wait, for now it’s getting late and you need to go home... And work with some homework,” you gave him a final kiss and thankfully he did not pry.
The relationship you have with Mark was nothing like the friendship you used to have. The friendship was still there, of course, but friends don’t kiss your neck while you’re busy reading a book or slam you to the nearest wall and kiss you wildly. Friends don’t taste your favorite ice cream flavor through your tongue in the middle of a Netflix movie, and friends don’t get affected when they see you in your thin shirt and panties only whenever they give you a surprise visit.
“It’s the weekend, why are you here?” You whine as you try to go back to sleep. Clinging to your pillow and thick blanket but your boyfriend is currently losing his mind. Nonetheless, he remained a gentleman and covered your exposed leg and butt, covering you completely and keeping you warm. “Come to bed with me. Cuddle with me instead”
The young man’s eyes brightened and quickly joined you in bed. Swinging his arm around your waist from behind and nuzzling your neck to tickle you.
“I got into my dream college,” he whispered excitedly beside your ears which made you quickly turn to him and hug him.
“That’s why you’re here! Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t realized” you planted kisses on his cheek the ones he loved receiving other than your slow and deep ones. “You used to talk about this ever since we were just kids. Ugh, I’m so proud of you”
“Promise to support me no matter what?” This time it’s him who went closer and planted kisses on your face. Of course you said yes, it has been his dream, but now that you knew you’ll miss him everyday and you know that the image of him walking away from you at the airport will truly hurt you, so you can’t help but fake it.
You rolled on top of him and his eyes immediately went big, wondering why and how are you like this. You have never been this bold and confident even in your wildest times, it’s like he’s seeing a totally different side of you and he loves it.
“Want to claim your early graduation gift?” you completely surprised him and started kissing his neck, while Mark is actually enjoying the moment by caressing your ass cheeks and teasing you by tugging your panties. You wish you have the same level of confidence with Mark, because you well know that between the two of you he is the one experienced with sexual activities, so now you try your best.
“Mmm” a loud pop surrounds your room as Mark sucks your nipples through your thin shirt. Taking turns with your left boob and right boob until your shirt is partly wet because of him and he can finally see your nipples. The sight of it gave him the feeling like no other. Of course this is not his first time seeing boobs, but this is different because it’s you.
The mere sight of your boobs just made him lose his mind and not to mention hard in no time. You watch him roll his head back while you slowly grind of top of him with a ruined shirt, looking so hot than ever so he quickly switched places with you. Putting you underneath him, looking down on you with hungry and lustful eyes.
“Do you wanna touch my boobs?” You asked him so innocently,reaching for his hand that’s placed on your waist. You put your hand and his hand inside your shirt, slowly lifting the wet shirt just above your chest to expose your boobs to him.
“I wish you were my first,” he said and immediately kissing your right boob while his hand kneads the other, pinching you or teasing you, or whatever he just wanted to hear something from you. And when he stopped making your nipples swollen, Mark just kept on kissing you softly and saying ‘i love yous’ over and over again. making you smile through his lips and soft touches, it is as if he’s taking away all your shyness and making you comfortable with the situation. The situation where your boobs are expose to him, your legs spread wide and Mark is in between your legs, grinding his clothed cock on your ruined and wet panties.
You were just kissing passionately but now you felt his hands hooked on your panties and the next thing you know he’s pulling it down without breaking the kiss until it reaches your thigh and eventually remove it but the shyness crept in again, making you close your legs and bite your lips in hesitation.
“Can I? Open your legs?” He asks, kissing your neck and calming you through the way he kisses you and touch you. And when he felt that you’re ready, he tried opening your legs again and this time you let him. Letting him place his body in between your legs, smiling through the kiss as if he’s telling you ‘good job’.
Mark spread kisses around your body, kissing every inch of your being, earning a giggle from you and with that he’s happy you’re not nervous anymore.
And when Mark pull away to discard his clothes, and release his cock, you were speechless when you saw it that you removed your own ruined shirt just to be fair ask him to get back in between your legs this instant.
“Lets do this right,” he said and immediately placed a finger on your wet slit that took your breath away. Up and down, you feel his finger nothing else, and when the moment comes and Mark put a finger in, your hand reached for his hand and tried to stop him because the pleasure was too much. But your handsome boyfriend was just smiling at you, smirking because you looked so ruined right now all you can do is smile back at him. And when he insert two fingers, he kissed you deeply and caught every moan you let out, every cry of his name, every groan, or whine.
And the next thing you know you’re closing your legs as you shiver and curl your body. Trying to get away from Mark because you’re sensitive already but your boyfriend is not stopping.
“First of many,” he says and stopped to pull out his fingers. But he is not yet done. He only gave you a few seconds to catch your breath and went back kneeling in between your legs again.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” you asked with ragged breaths and tired expression.
Mark did not answer you verbally, but he did physically. Licking your pussy juices and spreading your pussy lips while his eyes are completely locked on yours.
You said ‘no’, but you didn’t mean it and the moment his tongue swipes on your cunt you grabbed hold on your headboard and hold on for your dear life. Clenching and unclenching as Mark eats you out, trying so hard to close your legs but you can’t until your second orgasm drowned you quickly and all you can do is breathe in and out heavily.
“I hate you” you said but you’re clinging to Mark and sharing your warmth to him.
“I love you,” he said and intertwined his fingers with his, kissing your knuckles before he place both your hands above your head. You voluntarily spread your legs wider for him, and with his free hand he lines his cock finally.
“I didn’t know you’re big,”
What you said made him smirk and proved your discovery even more by pulling out entirely and slamming his cock back in your wet hole. “Now you know,” he said small grunts and went in deeper. He knew what he’s doing to you is too much pleasure because it’s your first time and also he can tell by the way you hold on to his hand.
“Planning to crush my hand?” he let out a cut giggle like he isn’t fucking you deep right now. How can he do that? Be insanely cute while doing something filthy to you.
“Y/n, I’m close can I go faster?” and you can only nod.
Fucking you faster and harder than earlier, you watch Mark become someone sinful when he started focusing on his own release, kissing your boobs while he fucks you, give your ass a tight squeeze, lick your neck like you’re a fucking ice cream and whisper dirty words or word that make you shy that you didn’t know you would love hearing. Like,
“Let me fuck you again,”
“You like it deep huh?”
“Y/n, you’re worth wait, you’re mine forever”
“This is the last pussy I’ll fuck,”
And in the end he pulled out and jerked in front of you, letting his cum fall on your lower abdomen and watch his cum drip to your sheets. It’s a shame that he can’t cum inside you, it would have felt great.
“Fucking shit- that sex was great,”
He rests his head on top of your boobs, but went back to kissing you again on the lips. Apologizing for his mess, aplogizing for his words and saying ‘i love you’ over and over again.
That morning, you stayed naked with Mark in bed for a few hours just talking and laughing, flirting and kissing. It felt great having a huge progress with your relationship, especially that it’s Mark who took your virginity.
“Hey, you okay?” he was talking about your pussy because even though he didn’t went hard earlier, he did fucked you a little bit harder knowing that it’s your first time. “I meant what I said earlier. Please be my last, I don’t want to give my love to anyone but you. It’s too early to talk about marriage but, I know it’s you. I’ll love you better each day, I promise”
Comfort, warmth and safety. That’s what you felt hearing those beautiful words from him that you became speechless and crashed your lips to him.
His promise was kept every day until you both finished high school together, enjoy the summer before he leaves and make unforgettable memories as many as you can.
But knowing that he’s going away to follow his dreams and fulfil his goals, Mark worried too much about long distance relationship and how it never worked.
“Are we really together now? I’m not dreaming right?”
Your sleep was disturbed when Mark called you in the middle of the night. Today, you taught him how to bake and had a couple of rounds during Netflix and chill, so to be honest you’re really exhausted and tired.
“Mark, we kiss, we date, we have sex almost everyday. Yes baby, we’re together for almost four months already. Now can we please go back to sleep-“
“Go down open your door. I’m outside”
And the moment you opened the door for him, you gave him a ‘shh’ sign, telling him that your parents are already asleep. You came closer to him for a kiss, and told him, “it’s real. I’m real. Can you please promise me to stop overthinking, you’re making me worry,”
He didn’t answer you but lowered his head. You knew he’s sorry and he’s just doing this for you,
“I love you, Mark. I’m yours forever,” you said and kissed him again. Deeply this time, to the point that it put you both in the mood and the next thing you know Mark is fucking you while he’s covering your mouth with his hand.
When Mark left you for college your relationship went downhill and you’re both getting hurt already. Fighting is part of the relationship, yes, but the fight you have with Mark almost everyday was becoming the reason why you want to distance yourself from him. You feel caged with how he love you, you feel like he’s strangling you with all these rules you need to follow to maintain trust in your relationship but nothing is working.
Until he finally realized what he’s doing to you.
So during his vacation, he visited you and you were so excited to the core that you welcomed him with a tight hug and the biggest smile. Only to find out that he wanted to break up.
But
“It’s just until we finish college. Let’s wait and do it right. I don’t want to fight for you while hurting you at the same time. Please understand. I’m not breaking up because I don’t love you. This time off will heal us both,”
The breakup did you no good. You were sad every day and to be honest you would rather want him to nag you than miss him like this and you can believe that between the two of you, he’s the one doing great in life. It makes you want to believe that he doesn’t love you anymore. Like the man you fell in love to, wasn’t there anymore.
“Still crazy about my stupid brother huh? Come here and help feed my fishes,”
His brother, Lee Taeyong, disturbed you and your ugly thoughts while you finish the drink their mom gave you during one of your visits.
“Well, college was good to you. I see you’re back and finally opening a bakeshop downtown” he hands you the fish food as you wait for him to talk and feed the fishes generously.
“I’m very much excited to open my bakery. Want to make cookies later instead of being broken hearted?”
And as days, weeks, and months pass by, not only Lee Taeyong making you forget about Mark, he also healed your heart and won it fair and square.
It started how he makes your heart flutter whenever he holds your hand while teaching you how to bake, how praises you and tell you that you look beautiful everyday, how he makes his kitchen your own little world during closing time and you’re sitting on the kitchen counter with Taeyong in between your legs and taking your breath away with a heated kiss.
When you and taeyong started dating, you experienced true love. You didn’t want to hurt Mark but what you have with Taeyong is real and you had to hide this from him for years and years and years, until you finally graduated in college.
And Tayong proposed to you. It was the only time you couldn’t hide your relationship from Mark anymore because Taeyong was the one who confessed to him.
*this is the part where you read the first part again JEJEHEH
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A/N: A poly relationship between Hawks, Dabi, and the reader! Based on the song The Way You Say Hello by tiffi and City Girl ^^
“He said he loved her more than words, so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe”
Hawks was your first boyfriend to ever have a current boyfriend. It was an odd adjustment to get used to sharing your boyfriend with someone else, especially when you first met Dabi. But with some help, you got used to it quickly.
“Flowers?” You eye the bouquet of roses in Keigo’s hands. He had given you flowers before, but these felt like a bribe. You peer at him with suspicious eyes, snapping your book shut. “What did you do?”
“Can’t I buy my best girl some flowers?” The Winged Hero replaces your book with the flowers, flipping through the pages before tossing it to the side. As he sits down next to you, his wing instinctively wraps around you to pull you in.
You press yourself into his side and bury your nose in the flowers, breathing in their sweet scent. A small smile forms on your face. “Hmm.. You're either planning something stupid, or it's Dabi that is doing something stupid.”
“Kid-”
“It's Dabi isn't it.”
From the flash of blue light coming from outside and the nearing of police sirens, you know the answer.
“They were also on sale.” Keigo murmurs under his breath, turning his head to hide his blush of shame as you laugh.
It had been a full four months since you started dating the two of them and Keigo still thought you were woefully ignorant. But you were much more observant than he thought. You knew your other boyfriend was a villain, one that still had a long way to go if he was to be pardoned of his crimes- that is, if he wanted to be pardoned. It was that bit of information that you did stay ignorant on, you didn't want to lose sleep on something like that.
You sigh happily and give your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”
Later on, Dabi would return home with another bouquet of flowers. A bit crumpled from him jumping over fences, but still intact.
Your boyfriends were weird, but you loved them.
“She drew him pictures in a card, he said it was tacky and almost broke her heart”
Dabi was not a spoonful of sugar and sometimes he could be a bit blunt. Painfully blunt. How you got used to his silver tipped tongue? You didn't know. Maybe it was a skill you should add onto your resume.
Removing your heels at the front door, you slip on a pair of slippers and sneak your way into the house. Dabi was the only one at home, the main indicator being the lack of Keigo’s jacket on the wall hook while Dabi’s boots were tucked away in the corner.
You duck low as you hear a quiet snoring from the couch in the living room. With soft steps, you creep in on a sleeping Dabi and lean over the cushions to reach him.
His arm was slung over his eyes, his mouth parted slightly as he sighs. Sleeping Dabi was the softest you've seen him. He was always smirks and sharp lines, but when he was asleep he was so.. Soft.
“What do you want?” A low grumble rises from Dabi’s throat. He moves his arm to uncover an eye. The piercing blue cuts through you and leaves you halting in your movements. That's to say, you stopped your hand from removing a card from your purse.
“I wanted to give you something.” You pull out the card and offer it to him.
He shuts his eye and- goes back to sleep?
“Dabi?” You whisper.
He opens his eye again and swipes the paper from your hand with a huff. Dabi sits up before paying your card any mind. Flipping it open, he runs his eyes over the drawings inside.
“Is that supposed to be a cat?”
“It's a human.”
“ It's a human, she says.” Dabi chuckles, laying back down and covering his face with the card, resting his arms on his chest in a mummy like fashion.
"Do you like it?"
"It's garbage, babe."
It stung until you found it tucked away in his chest pocket while doing laundry a week later.
“I know he hates the way she does her hair”
You constantly changed your hairstyle. One day it was braided and the next it was in a high ponytail, or cropped to your chin. Every style looked good on you, but the day you started dying your hair was the day Dabi grew truly frustrated. Though.. Not for long.
“Dabi!” You yell from inside the bathroom, your white towel now shades of purple. “I think I messed up!”
“You think or you know , babe?” He hisses as he nears the bathroom. The lights were far too bright after he had been napping for two hours. It was nighttime, nearly one in the morning according to the clock on the wall. And you were doing your hair? When you had work the very next morning?
As soon as he witnesses your hair, he knows that you know just how badly it went. He holds onto the doorframe and laughs heartily, bending over slightly as his lungs begin to burn.
“Come on it's not that funny!”
“Your towel has more hair dye than your hair does!”
It was true. Your hair was supposed to be a deep indigo, but all that was left after rinsing off the excess dye was a few lavender streaks in your now stained platinum hair. You had went to get it bleached a few days ago and today was the day you were going to color it. How did it go so wrong? The hair dye was rated so highly!
Your face burns with embarrassment. You move to shut the door on him. “If you wont help me I’ll just-”
He moves his hand in time to stop you from closing the door and pushes it open further to let himself through. “I never said that, did I babe?” He breathes in slowly to ease his now stinging lungs. “Sit down, I'll do it for you. I have more practice.”
“I know she hates the way that he pretends to care”
Keigo wasn't without his own flaws. Dabi was the villain, but Keigo came with his own problems. They weren't too big, luckily, but it wasn't always easy being on the receiving end of his disinterest when he was tired.  
You lay in defeat on the floor, your arms spread out with empty clothes hangers on your arms. Tonight was your high school reunion, a day you had been planning for since the email was first sent. The only thing you didn't have planned was your outfit. Which was why you wanted some input from your significant others, but unfortunately only Keigo was home.
Why was it unfortunate? He was tired. And when he was tired he never had much to say, or any energy to do anything other than breathe.
You look up at him from the floor and poke at his wing. “Keigoooo!”
Keigo was laying on his stomach, his right wing drooping downward as he attempted to sleep. “Mmnn..?”
“What do you think about this one?”
“It's beautiful.”
“You're not even looking.”
“Mm..”
“Birdbrain.”
“I know she'll slightly disagree on what he wears”
You loved Dabi’s odd sense of fashion and went shopping with him for matching outfits (something he said he hated, but would never stop you on doing), but Keigo.. had a special sense of fashion that always managed to confuse you. Maybe it was best you stopped going to him for his input.
"You'd think that being in magazine shoots would help you gain a fashion sense." You say from behind a fist, your hand curled to hide your grimace.
"They dress him. What do you think he'll learn?" Dabi chimes in from behind you. He laid on the bed with pillows propping him up in order to watch the show that was Keigo dressing for date night. It was a little game Dabi always liked to observe.
It wasn't that the clothes Keigo had were terrible. If they were in the right color they would look great. But.. they weren't in the right color.
They were every goddamn color in the rainbow.
Keigo looks at the vibrant pink and yellow jacket he was sporting and at the baby blue tank top he had on underneath. Vivid orange and purple peaked out from the windbreaker he wore underneath the jacket and you didn't want to know what other layer of clothing he had on under that .
"I think I look great."
"For a bird, babe." Dabi chuckles. "For a bird, you're a hot ticket."
"But not for a human Kei." You walk behind him and tug at the jacket. “Let’s just go with the other outfit.”
As it turned out, Keigo did have more in common with birds than just his wings. Bright colors were just as alluring to him as a bowl of seeds was for a sparrow. You kept this in mind for the next time you went shopping.
“I know he chokes when she sprays too much perfume in the air”
Your boyfriends knew they were difficult and could be major pains in the ass, but for once they would appreciate it if you didn't try killing them with your perfume. They knew it wasn't intentional, but how could you not notice the whole house smelled like you?  
“Question.” Dabi rests his chin on top of your head while looking at you in the mirror. “You know what my quirk is, right?”
“I do.”
“And you know what fire does when in contact with alcohol, right?”
Now you look up at him, squinting your eyes at him as you lower your brush onto the sink counter. “Yes.. it's basic safety measures. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”
“Do you know what perfume has?” Your boyfriend smirks. He curls a lock of your hair around his finger and gives it a small tug.
You slap his hand away and turn around to look at him directly. You cross your arms and lean against the counter. He was being coy, but it was too early in the morning for this. He never stalled you from getting ready to go to work. “It has alcohol. What about it?”
He cages you in his arms, leaning in and letting a flicker of blue flame light the side of his face. But unlike usual, blue flames burst in the air for a split second, the sudden flash of heat startling you enough to bump into him as you jump away from the counter. Dabi turns off his flames and pecks you on the cheek.
“Unless you want the house to burn down, I'd stop spraying so much perfume, babe.”
After work you end up buying an alcohol-free perfume.
“But she likes the way it feels when he's right there”
After the third attempt at sleeping in the same queen sized bed at the same time, Keigo and Dabi decided to buy a new bed without you knowing. It went well until you came home early to them attempting to assemble the frame without instructions. But once it was put together and finished, you had to admit you liked the result.
“No more facefuls of feathers!” You squeal with joy as you leap onto the bed and spread your arms out, enjoying the spaciousness of it all.
Dabi sits down on your left while Keigo takes your right. He flicks your forehead to catch your attention and motions for you to tuck in your arm so he could lay down next to you. “Now you get why he doesn’t get to sleep in the middle?” He pulls you into a hug while flipping Keigo off from over your shoulder.
Keigo flops onto the bed, his wings spread out and covering the two of you like a tarp. “You're just jealous baby.”
You wriggle around and lay with your back against Dabi’s chest. Pushing his wing away, you stick your tongue out at Keigo. “Jealous of being attracted to stop signs?”
“It's a sexy red.”
“What about mirrors?”
“I’m a sexy man.”
“Birdbrain.” Keigo huffs and moves closer to the both of you, wrapping his wing to engulf the both of you. “The bed was my idea you know.”
“I know.” You admit. “Dabi doesn't care if he smooshes us to death.”
“Ouch.” Dabi murmurs from your hair.
It's not long after that you fall asleep in their arms, completely content to spend the rest of your night between the two of them. But when the winter came, you and Keigo agreed to keep Dabi in the middle to act as a heater.
“She loves him so much it's absurd”
It was winter when your boys began to grow more busy. Sometimes you would go to sleep alone, but you didn't let it get to you. You knew they visited the house when they could. What else would explain the endless supply of your favorite flowers in vases by the window or boxes of your favorite chocolates on the table when they weren't there when you left? The nights you did get to see them, you enjoyed their presence to the fullest.
Keigo squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance as he hears his phone ringing once more. It was the third time in a row, and he knew he couldn't go on ignoring it anymore. Being a hero meant sacrificing down time. It meant sacrificing time with you.
“Kei.”
“Yeah?”
“It's okay.” You keep your eyes shut as you trace swirls along his back in the area between his wings. “I understand you need to leave.” You knew you couldn’t keep him forever. It wasn't right. People needed him. He saved people. It was like keeping a firefighter from putting out a fire right in front of him. If they were calling Keigo so adamantly then it must be important.
Keigo presses a kiss to your temple and releases his hold on you, letting you lay on your back as he tugs on his jacket and prepares to exit the room.
“I love you.” You say from under the still warm blankets.
“I love you too.” He smiles from over his shoulder, eyes pained.
What did he do to deserve you?
“He thinks it's cute that her singing is the worst he's ever heard”
After a whole month away from the two of you, Dabi had to admit that he missed Keigo’s stupid face and your singing. Was it good singing? No. But did he miss seeing you enjoy yourself? Yeah. Yeah he did.  
Dabi sat outside the house, listening to your singing from his spot under the tree. He had yet to enter the house and opted instead to stay under the shade. He would have to leave again soon, so he saw no point in raising your hopes only to let you down.
A feather jabs at him from behind.
“You should go in and see her. She misses you.” Keigo lands beside him, lifting his goggles from his face. He crouches in front of him, running his gloved fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We both miss you.”
Dabi leans into his touch. How many times did he find himself missing it? Keigo was his first love after such a long time, but now there was you too. You both made him weak.
“I’ll be home soon.”
“And the way she’ll close her eyes, when she's nervous and just about to cry”
Keigo and Dabi didn't always agree on everything. That was a given when one was a hero dating a villain. But what they constantly agreed on was making sure you were kept out of the fray.  
The shopping district was utterly decimated and all you felt was heat. A sweltering heat that couldn't be put out. Blue flames surrounded you on all sides, flames you knew instinctively were Dabi's.
"What's going on?!" You yell as debris falls around you, Dabi was just there- you could've sworn you saw him! It had to be him! Where else did the flames come from?
A hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you upward, the familiar sight of red wings takes up your vision as you look at Keigo. He was covered in ash and his goggles were cracked in half atop his head. He squinted through the smoke that was building in the air.
"The League is here. I'm getting you home."
"What about Dabi?! He's here, we need to bring him home too!" You look behind you at the structure that began to cave in on itself, all you could see was blue. "He's in there!"
"And so is Shigaraki! You can't be here kid!"
"We cant leave him! Please Keigo!" Tears blur your vision as all you can think about was how burnt Dabi's skin already was. What would being in the center of that fire do to him then? What kind of state would he return to you in?
"I'm sorry kid.. He's the one who warned me you were there.."
“He likes the way she plays songs on repeat”
Keigo  watched as you grew more and more despondent, shutting down as more time passed that Dabi was gone. Japan was in an uproar, and it kept calling him back to patch it up each time villains showed. Japan was like an open wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. However, this changes one day as he comes home to hearing the sound of music blasting on your speakers.
Lights were strung up from the front door to the living room to the bedrooms, fairy lights dotted every inch of the house. Keigo tucked his wings in taunt to his body to keep them from getting tangled in the haphazardly placed lights. While he loved bright colors, it was almost too much for his eyes. Where were you?
"Kid?" He calls out, ducking underneath bluebell lights. "Please tell me you're still alive in here?"
The song on the speaker repeated on itself, which was odd with how clunky it sounded, but he learned to like it once he found you.
If choppy music was what it took to bring a smile back on your face, it was worth it.
He found you taping up lights in the bathroom while singing under your breath, mascara smudged but a smile still on your face. You look at him with your hundred gigawatt smile. It threw him for a loop, the sudden hope in your eyes when only yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep.
"Its for when he comes back. Want to help me?"
Keigo takes the loop of lights from your hands and nods.
"Make some room kid."
“He likes the way they flow together like electricity”
Covering the house in Christmas lights was actually a fun distraction for the both of you while Dabi was gone. Keigo was in charge of the higher lights that covered the rooftop, but you had plenty of fun stringing them around the plants surrounding the house. After finishing your impromptu decorating, you both decide to spend the rest of the night in the living room.
"Just follow my steps, baby."
"If I followed you I'd end up on my face." You laugh while holding onto his shoulders as you both hovered in the air, his wings flared open to keep you both afloat. What steps was he even talking about? For the past ten minutes he just held you both up and spun in a lazy circle. His wings were doing all the work while his feet did nothing.
"I’ll make you soar kid." He winks at you. "One day you'll see. I’ll take you to dance sessions and everything."
"I'll hold you to it."
“He likes her ringtone and the way she'll say hello”
When it came to being part of the League, Dabi had to be careful on what information he let loose. They couldn't know about his relationships. If Shigaraki knew then he would most definitely use it to his advantage. Dabi had two weak points and that was you and Keigo. But when he was out with the LoV, he had his ways of being with you.  
“Hello! This is my voicemail, which means I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP! Have a good day!”
Dabi holds his phone limply in his hand, looking up at the cracking ceiling of the League's current hideout. He had to make face for now, which meant staying away from you and Keigo for a while. Still, he had his phone, one thing he was glad Giran gave him after he burnt his old one accidentally. He knew you were busy, and he had no intention of talking to you while on the job, but to hear your voice was enough for him.
Weeks later, he welcomes the sound of your voice as you greet him, receiving him back into the house with open arms.
"Whats with all lights?" He laughs in response to your face nuzzling into his chest and feathers lifting the both of you to Keigo who stood in the doorway.
"Its to a bright future."
“He likes the way her hands feel even if they're cold”
Dabi couldn't blame you for having cold hands, but he found it cute how you were so insecure about being cold all the time. He loved how you latched onto him rather than Keigo when the temperature began to drop. Maybe it was the fact that he was gone for so long that he didn't mind being clung to. But somehow he found himself in situations he wasn't sure how to handle.
“How long am I going to be in the middle for?” He mumbles under his breath as the two of you cling to him from underneath piles of blankets.
“Until winter is gone.” You state simply.
“It isn't winter yet.”
“Did she stutter?” Keigo grumbles from under the sheets.
Eventually he would grow tired of it, but for now he let the two of you do what you wanted. He was home after all.
“And when she’s away from him, she’s away from home”
After two years of dating you knew you could never return to being without your boys. They were yours.
You reach upward, feeling the familiar rough texture of Dabi's scars along his neck and under his eyes. You drag your your thumb softly under his eye, breathing in his scent. From behind you, you could feel Keigo's breath fanning across your neck.
It was a lazy day today. No one needed them, no one needed you, it was just you and them. How long would the peace last? How long until one of your boys were called away? How long until one of them lost a battle?
No, you wouldn't think of that. For now, it was just you and them.
And that was alright with you.
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bwbatta · 3 years
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Abstract: Aaron Hotchner makes you blush. You just so happen to have the same reaction on him. 
Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x reader (gender neutral)
Warnings: some swearing, some teasing from the BAU, mentions of sexy times, death by fluff, get ready for some blushing red cheeks gang
Word count: 2455
A/N: the super cute dividers are by @firefly-graphics!
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You’d never thought you’d be dating someone from your team let alone it being Aaron, aka, your boss.
The two of you gave into your feelings for each other after one angsty night when a case went wrong and you ending up in the hospital. 
Admissions of love were shared between the two of you and by any definition you were now together, however deciding to keep it to yourselves for now.
Though hiding your new relationship from a team of profilers was difficult, especially as Aaron thought it funny to use it to his advantage.
“Delivery for Y/N” a voice was heard through the office as your head shot up and mouth fell open slightly at the display of red and white roses held by the delivery man.
“Over here!” Garcia’s excitable voice was heard and you can tell she was just brimming with questions along with Emily and JJ who had also caught sight of the amass of flowers heading your way.
The man popped the vase down on your desk and held out a keypad for you to sign for them. 
Scribbling your signature down, you were half in slight shock and half in awe of the floral arrangement in front of you.
“Who are these from?!” Penelope gushed “you never said you were seeing anyone!”
Plucking the small note from the top of the bunch, you flipped open the small envelope and pulled out the card.
“Just to see if I can make you blush. I love you -A “
Immediately your face flushed.
Damn you, Aaron.
“You’ve been holding out on us” JJ grinned at hot cheeks as you resisted the urge to look up at the window of Aaron’s office, knowing he was already probably watching.
“They’re just from someone” you said offhandedly like it wasn’t a big deal 
“Just someone?!” Derek’s voice was heard from behind you now “I’m guessing it was a guy who sent you these and he’s ‘just someone’ to you?!”
The gathering of the girls around your desk now had caught the attention of the rest of your team, all eager to find out who the flowers were from.
“So, who’s the lucky guy?” Emily grinned leaning against your desk as she admired the flowers “you’ve got to tell us something about him”
“He’s just a guy I’ve been seeing” you could help the smile which appeared across your face 
“A guy who likes to send our Y/N flowers” Derek teased 
It was slow day in the office and the arrival of your delivery was enough to make the team grasp the excuse of a break. Rossi had wandered down from his office and so had Hotch, the latter concealing the smile he wanted to show. 
“Who’s sent Y/N flowers?!” Rossi’s teasing tone was heard as everyone was now gathered 
“A mysterious boyfriend” JJ answered as you bit the inside of your cheek 
“He’s kind of a dick to be honest” you shrugged catching Aaron’s eye “sending me flowers knowing all of you will bombard me with questions”
“So he knows about us?” Emily’s eyebrow shot up 
“Mmm, told him everything about you lot” you mused “it’s almost as if he already knows you guys” 
You held back the chuckle that desperately wanted to escape your lips. 
“Seems like he obviously cares about you. The red roses are typical signs to show romance and love as well as commitment where as the white is traditionally about a new beginning or loyalty” Reid rambled off about the roses to the team as Hotch had raised an eyebrow at you as if to tease you.
Not trusting yourself to not expose the both of you, you dropped your eyes to the roses again as you felt the slight grin on your lips.
“So this guy loves you?!” Derek teased wiggling his eyebrows 
“Alright that’s it” you rolled your eyes with a smile “you all know too much now, I’m not saying anything else”
“You should know better than lying to a bunch of profilers, Y/N” Aaron’s voice was heard humorously 
“Exactly” Penelope grinned “Now of you could just tell me his first and last name along with his date of birth and blood type that would be great”
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“I can’t believe you” was the first thing to come out of your mouth as Aaron opened the door to his apartment that night. 
A grin sat on his face as he took in your exasperated look
“I don’t know what you mean” 
“Don’t know what I mean?! I mean you delivering flowers to me which was obviously going to cause an avalanche of questions”
“Ohh, that”
With a look through narrowed eyes you passed him, walking further into the room, expression changing as soon as you and Jack both spotted each other.
“Y/N!” 
“Jack buddy! Hi!” 
Leaping off the seat he was on, his little legs sprinted over to you as you caught him and lifted him onto your hip with arms right around him in a hug. 
“Are we having another sleepover tonight?!” He asked excited 
“I don’t know, you’ll have to ask your dad” you said as immediately you both turned to Aaron with matching puppy eyes 
“Please, Daddy!” Jack asked as he wrapped his arms around your neck tighter “can Y/N stay over?”
“Yes please, Daddy” you smiled at your boyfriend who’s neck has grown a little redder at your teasing tone, knowing exactly what you did to him
“If Y/N wants to stay over, then yes” he grinned, face falling into a genuine smile as his son’s eyes lit up, though he remembered your teasing tone and stored it in his mind for later.
The evening consisted of building with Lego’s, followed by a meal made by Aaron who had happily watched on with genuine heart eyes as his two favourite people bounced off each other’s energy.
Before long a large yawn escaped the boy’s lips as he was snuggled in between you both, his head just dropping onto your shoulder, a key sign he was growing tired. 
Picking up his son, Jack waved a sleepy goodnight to you before Aaron placed him in bed and the boy was out like a light. 
“All the excitement of creating a huge Lego truck must’ve knocked him out” you chuckled as Aaron settled beside you, pulling you into his chest. 
Tugging your legs over his own, you cuddled into his chest as you both relaxed into each other.
“He adores you” Aaron kissed the crown of your head “as do I” 
“He’s my favourite Hotchner man” you shrugged with a slight smile on your face acutely aware of the narrowed eyes you now had staring down at you
“So, it’s not your wonderful boyfriend who sent you flowers at work today?” 
“He’s a close second” 
“Not even when you call him, Daddy?”
“You little-“
Feeling Aaron’s fingers immediately tickle your side your whole body blushed and convulsed trying to get away from the offending action of his hands.
With a bubble of laughter escaping your lips, Aaron immediately covered your lips with his own as you laughed into his mouth still. 
His hand wound through your hair pulling you ever closer as if he couldn’t get enough of you as his other hand wrapped firmly around your waist pulling you into his lap. 
His assault on your mouth lessened slightly until small sweet kisses were shared and you pulled back slightly to just take him in.
“I love you” he whispered leaning downward to find your lips again 
“I love you too” you smiled running your thumb over the bridge of his nose “more than you know”
No other words were said as Aaron lifted you up, you wrapping you legs around his waist in second nature as he wandered down the hallway to the master bedroom, closing the door behind you as you went.
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“Holy hell, you obviously had a good night” came Dereks teasing tone as he took the seat next to you on the jet.
“What?”
“Well, as much as I can tell you’ve tried to hide the immense hickey on your neck, it’s still pretty obvious” he snickered 
A hand immediately went to your neck as you narrowed your eyes at him as he just continued to laugh 
“Hey, Em, check this out” he called as you slapped his arm, cheeks flushing 
“Nope, no, nothing to see” you shook your head trying to downplay your colleagues teasing 
“See what?” Emily grinned taking the seat opposite the two of you 
“Take a good look at our Y/N’s neck and tell me a good night was not had by this one?”
“Oh wow” the girl opposite grinned at you “is that from your boyfriend who you’ve told us absolutely nothing about?”
“...might be”
“What about Y/N’s boyfriend?” JJ took the other seat in the pod
“Well considering the damage done to Y/N’s neck...” Emily snickered 
“Oh my god you guys, stop it” you rolled your eyes as you could see Aaron trying to hide a smile as he took the couple seats opposite with Rossi
“Come on, tell us something else about this guy?” Rossi grinned “When are we going to meet him? Invite him to pasta night!”
“It’s still very new and as much as I love you guys, if you were to find out who he was, you’re guaranteed to overload the poor man”
“Overload the- are you kidding?” Derek shot you a look “when would we ever do that?!”
“Greetings my fine furry friends!” The bubbly voice of Garcia popped up “what are we talking about?”
“Y/N’s man” JJ snickered as you shot her a look
“Ooh has anything else been mentioned?”
“Not yet!” 
“As much as I love talking about my love life could we, I don’t know, focus on the case?”
The snickers came from the two females opposite you as everyone began to settle in as the briefing begun. 
“If you need to borrow some concealer, let me know” Emily whispered as you shot her an unamused look 
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The gentle knock was heard on your hotel door at around 1:30am. Knowing exactly who it was, you didn’t bother to grab a jumper or anything as you opened the door in just your underwear.
“Well, hello” 
“Hello to you too” you grinned at his slightly stunned expression 
“Want some company?” 
Holding the door open further as an invitation for him to enter, Aaron slipped past you into your room, stealing a kiss from you in the process.
The door shut behind you as the two of you made your way over to the bed you had just come from.
Making yourselves comfortable, you curled into his chest, your favourite place, as he ran his hands up and down your sides.
“As funny as it is seeing the team joke about your neck, I didn’t mean for it to be that bruised” he said running his fingers over the large hickey he had created only the night before.
“I’m not complaining, the others are just joking anyway, though you leaving me out to dry isn’t so much fun”
He snickered into your hair, completely unapologetic 
“Would you want me to intervene?”
“I’d want you to stop egging them on!”
Aaron grinned at the thought of the teasing throughout the day which he had unashamedly taken apart in. 
“Even when they asked about our sex life?”
You groaned remembering Emily cornering you to ask about the mystery man who was currently in your bed. You didn’t give her any answers until JJ showed up and the two started pressuring you with more questions. 
When Aaron had entered the room you were never more grateful, thinking the two would stop interrogating you but when JJ had asked about where he ranked in regards to how good he was in bed, the man couldn’t help but involve himself in this interrogation.
“He’s the best you’ve ever had?” He questioned eyebrows raising “he must be smug about that? I know I would be”
Aaron had supplied the two women with even more questions after that, leaving the room shortly after with a fiery glare from you.
“You just threw me to the lions” you rolled you eyes at the memory 
“But how could I not after knowing I’m the best you’ve ever had?” He grinned 
Your cheeks flushed again wishing you’d never said anything with him being in hearing distance. 
“Smug bastard” you muttered burying yourself into his chest further 
“Aw, come on Sweetheart” he lifted your chin with two fingers to meet your eyes “don’t you want some of the best sex you’ve ever had?”
Your remaining underwear hit the floor not to long after that.
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“I swear I didn’t get any sleep last night” Derek complained to Reid at breakfast the next morning as you joined the two along with Aaron and JJ.
“What do you mean?” Spencer asked eyebrows furrowing together 
“I mean there was a couple on our floor last night who were going at it like animals” the man rolled his eyes “Weren’t quiet about it either. Didn’t you hear them Y/N, your room was only a few down from mine”
You just held back the snicker that threatened to escape your lips as you nodded in agreement.
“Yeah I heard them, it was so loud, almost like they were in the same room as me” you shrugged
“You guys just got unlucky with your rooms this time then. On our last case, there was a couple a few doors down from me with the same thing. What is it with hotels and people acting like rabbits?” JJ questioned
That time you were both definitely in Aaron’s room which was near JJ’s.
“Anyway, hopefully you’ll be able to go wild with your man when we land Y/N?” JJ teased “Add a few more hickeys to the collection?”
Aaron thought you’d blush and shoot her teasing questions down but was surprised when you just laughed and shot her a smirk.
“Oh definitely” you grinned “to be honest though I bought this little red number I can’t wait to try out, hopefully he’ll be the one with a couple hickeys next time”
The man next to you nearly choked on his coffee at the thought of you in a red number.
Trying to flush the idea from his mind, it did nothing as the red blush grew on his cheeks slightly not being able to think of anything else other than what he’d do to you when you got home. 
Seeing the slight blush on his cheeks, you grinned slightly, thoroughly happy you had the same reaction on him as you knew he did on you.
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the-bau-quinjet · 3 years
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You're Teasing Me
Bucky x f!reader
Summary: Sam offers to help you when Bucky refuses to duet with you on karaoke night.
Warnings: promiscuous themes lmao
Word Count: 2200
a/n: we back baby, another karaoke fic lol. This one came to me and I just needed it in my life. Song is Promiscuous Girl by Nelly Furtado feat. Timbaland.
Just bold is you, italics and bold is Sam!
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"Bucky, come on!" You pleaded, desperate to get him to agree.
He just huffed, continuing on his path to the kitchen.
"It'll be fun! We can sing something from high school musical! Or something from the 40s!" You tried encouraging him with a song choice.
"Look, Doll. I don't sing. I just can't do it." He wouldn't look at you, no matter where you placed yourself in the room.
"That's not true. I've heard you sing!" You challenged, completely making up the statement.
"Okay, well I don't sing in front of people." He eyes you suspiciously, wondering when you could have heard him singing. "At least, not on purpose."
You let out a low whine, trying to think of a way to convince him. Just then, Sam and Steve walked into the room.
"Uh oh, what did tin man do this time?" Sam chuckled at your pout.
"He won't sing with me at Tony's duets-only karaoke party." It was your turn to huff, jutting out your bottom lip in a pout.
"C'mon Buck! You're a great singer." Steve encouraged his friend, unaware of why he didn't want to do it.
"No can do, punk." Bucky glared at Steve, annoyed that he wasn't on his side.
"I'll do it." Sam cut in, knowing it would annoy Bucky if he sang with you.
"Really?!" You jumped from your seat at the island, excited at the idea of someone singing with you.
"Sure, it'll be fun." Sam replied with mischief in his eyes.
You squealed in excitement, throwing yourself at Sam for a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" You grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the room. "We have to go pick a song!"
Steve turned back to Bucky after laughing at your childlike enthusiasm, not missing the glare on the brunette's face.
Steve just shook his head, laughing again. "You could have just agreed to sing with her."
"I could not. I can't take that chance! What if I stared at her for too long and she figured everything out!" Bucky exclaimed, affronted by Steve's statement.
"Would that be such a bad thing?" Steve knew this conversation would lead nowhere, but he was going to try anyway. "Maybe there's a reason she asked you?"
"Because I'm her friend." Bucky glared again. "That's how she sees me."
"I think you're wrong." Steve shook his head, leaving Bucky to contemplate his decisions alone in the kitchen
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"Let's cut to the chase." Sam started talking, cutting off your list of song choices.
"About what?" You questioned back, thrown off by the statement.
"You've got a thing for Buckaroo." He said it with so much confidence, you almost forgot to deny it.
"No, I don-"
"And he's got a thing for you." Sam cut you off, you're eyes going wide.
"He what? How do you know that?" You narrowed your eyes, wanting to know more, but not knowing if you could fully trust Sam.
"Look, I wouldn't joke about this. I can tell Barnes likes you, specifically because of how much he denies it."
You bit your lip in thought, wondering if it could really be true. Ultimately, you tried to change the subject.
"Can't we just pick a song?"
"That's why I brought it up. I think I know a way to get him to admit his feelings..." Sam grinned, the same mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he had in the kitchen.
"O-okay. How?" You slowly asked, unsure if a plan concocted by Sam WIlson would pan out.
"The song choice. I've got the best one to make him regret not agreeing to sing with you."
He smirked again, somehow convincing you to follow along with his idea.
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"Our next duet..." Tony glanced down at his list, scanning for the next two names. "Sam and Y/N!"
You squeezed Sam's hand, still unsure about his plan. You refused to look at Bucky, too nervous to see his expression, completely missing the daggers he was glaring at Sam.
The two of you jumped right into the song Sam chose, wearing completely mismatched expressions.
"Am I throwing you off?"
"Nope"
"Didn't think so."
The instrumental track in the background started to ease your nerves, allowing you to actually enjoy the performance.
"How you doin' young lady? The feelin' that your givin' really drives me crazy."
Sam was all smiles, doing his best to keep your nerves from getting the best of you.
Bucky choked on his drink when he took in the song. He had never heard it before, but judging by the first few lines he wasn't going to like that it was Sam singing with you.
"Your dope have a player 'bout to choke. I was at a loss of words, first time that we spoke."
Bucky let the words sink in. He knew Sam must've chosen this song. It wasn't even in the top twenty suggestions you gave him when you were asking him to sing.
Bucky's 'player' status from the 40s never really came back in the present. He was too guilty, too stuck in his head with everything he had been through.
The first time he met you, he was speechless. You were so kind and accepting, he didn't know how to respond to your compliments and reassurance.
"If you lookin' for a girl that'll treat you right, if you lookin' for her in the daytime with the light..."
You still refused to make eye contact with Bucky, knowing if it didn't go well you would mess up the rest of the song.
Bucky held his breath as you started singing. Everything you said applied directly to him, but you were singing to Sam.
"You might be the type if I play my cards right. I'll find out by the end of the night."
Sam winked at you causing Bucky to feel a pit of jealousy growing in his stomach, just wanting the song to be over so he could talk to you.
"You expect me to just let you hit it, but will you still respect me if you get it?"
Sam grinned like a man possessed, knowing the next line would really get to Bucky.
"All I can do is try, gimme one chance."
He looked directly at Bucky. It was taunting, almost as if he was saying "this could have been you."
"What's the problem, I don't see no ring on your hand."
Bucky was seeing red. He knew Sam was doing this to mess with him, but he couldn't figure out why you would agree to it.
Maybe Sam told you about Bucky's crush? But, you wouldn't tease him like this. Not unless...
He tuned back into your performance just in time for the chorus.
"Promiscuous girl, wherever you are. I'm all alone, and it's you that I want."
Sam subtly gestured for you to look at Bucky, encouraging you to take a chance. You made direct eye contact with him as you sang, trying to listen to Sam's advice.
"Promiscuous boy, you already know, that I'm all yours what are you waiting for?"
Bucky couldn't stop the ear to ear smile from growing on his face as you sang those words directly to him. You smiled right back, nerves fading completely due to the look on his face.
You threw yourself into the performance, really wanting to give him a show now that you were confident Sam was right.
"Promiscuous girl, you're teasing me. You know what I want, and you got what I need."
Sam looked between you and Bucky, a smug smile appearing on his face. Of course he was right.
You surprised both Sam and Bucky as you kept singing, dancing with Sam in a less than platonic way.
"Promiscuous boy, let's get to the point. 'Cause we're on a roll, you ready?"
Sam faltered for a second before realizing, you were trying to tease Bucky for waiting so long. Teasing Bucky is definitely something he could get on board with.
The two of you danced around the stage, having the time of your lives. Every so often, you would look at Bucky, making sure he was still enjoying the show.
"Roses are read, some diamonds are blue. Chivalry is dead but you're still kinda cute."
Bucky blushed as you made eye contact again. The way you were dancing with Sam filled him with a mixture of jealousy and arousal.
"Hey, I can't keep my mind off you. Where you at? Do you mind if I come through?"
Steve clapped Bucky on his back, drawing his attention from the two of you as you continued the song.
"Don't say it, punk." Bucky was trying to sound intimidating, but the lovestruck look on his face did little to aid him.
"I'm going to say it, jerk. That could've been you up there. Singing..." Steve drew out the pause. "Dancing..." He chuckled as Bucky blushed further.
Steve himself blushed as you and Sam performed, although not for the same reasons as Bucky. He just wasn't used to modern dancing.
Bucky waved him off as he once again made eye contact with you.
"I'm a big girl I can handle myself, but if I get lonely I'ma need your help. Pay attention to me, I don't talk for my health."
You moved your body against Sam's slowly, dragging out the moves as you smirked at Bucky.
"I want you on my team."
"So does everybody else."
You pouted your lips before your tongue darted out to lick the bottom one. You couldn't help but bite your lip at the thought of finally talking to Bucky when this was over.
"Baby, we can keep it on the low. Let your guard down, ain't nobody gotta know. If you with it girl, I know a place we can go."
You finally separated from Sam, looking at him in mock offense to play up the song. You put your hand not holding the mic over your heart, shaking your head with an innocent expression.
"What kinda girl do you take me for?"
You and Sam danced around through another chorus, although much less suggestively than your previous moves.
The song was like static in Bucky's ears as he stared at you, willing time to move faster so he could finally talk to you.
Sam kept smirking at Bucky as he sang, thoroughly enjoying the other man's misery at watching you and him perform.
"Wait, I don't mean no harm. I can see you with my t-shirt on."
"I can see you with nothing on, feeling on me before you bring that on."
You fanned yourself and bit your lip, playing up the sexual themes of the song. Everyone was having a blast watching and listening to you and Sam.
Nat and Wanda were dancing, knowing smiles on their faces as you shamelessly stared at Bucky during the dirtiest parts of the song, knowing you'd get a rise out of him.
Steve kept looking between you, Sam, and Bucky, for once enjoying that he wasn't the one being teased with sexual dancing.
Tony was trying to grind on Pepper, the two of them laughing and smiling as she swatted him away.
You jumped around the stage through the ending of the song, feeling freer than ever knowing your secret was basically out. Anyone who didn't know, clearly wasn't paying enough attention.
You and Sam slid an arm around each other as you finished the song, taking a bow as everyone cheered you on.
As you left the stage, Sam addressed the applause. "Thank you! Thank you!" He bowed again. "I would like to point out, that song was my choice. You're welcome." He said the last part directly to Bucky, ignoring the ever present glares being thrown at him.
You cleared your throat once you were close enough, drawing Bucky's attention away from Sam, who for some reason was still onstage.
"That was quite the performance, doll." Bucky smiled, slightly nervous now that you were so close.
"Well, I had to make you'd regret not agreeing to sing with me." You cheekily replied, still basking in your karaoke confidence. You moved closer, putting one hand on his chest and reaching the other for the back of his neck.
Bucky groaned at the feeling of your hands on him, reciprocating the touches. He moved a hand to your waist, the other taking up residence on your cheek.
"You're teasing me." You whispered as he just stared at you.
"I'd say it's only fair. I had to watch you dance with Sam." Bucky grinned, enjoying the banter.
"That's your own fault." You huffed, annoyed it was taking so long for him to kiss you. "I asked- no, begged you to do karaoke with me. It's not my fault you-"
He cut you off, pressing his lips to your own. You immediately reciprocated the action, eagerly pulling him closer.
"Let me make it up to you." Bucky breathe out when you finally pulled apart for air.
You smiled, fully separating yourself from him and walking toward the door.
When you were a few steps away from him, you turned back, looking him up and down. "What are you waiting for?"
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