#the way my heart stopped when i saw the text and then dropped .2 seconds later when i realized it had nothing to do with us lol

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where jack's career takes off and you're left alone.

Part 2

Warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, gaslighting, hehe

Word Count: 3.1k

Do not repost this anywhere, reblogs are fine <3

You were proud. Beyond proud, even. 

Jack’s career was taking off fast, you barely had a second to let it all sink in. You could only imagine how he was feeling.

The TV was on in the basement of his house, his mom’s cooking making its way down the stairs and emitting a growl from your stomach. Jack, who was sitting next to you, smirked as he took his eyes off his phone. You refused to make eye contact as your face heated up in a blush. “Stop staring at me,” you mumble as you continue to scroll through your Instagram feed. 

Jack laughed as he pocketed his phone. “I told you to eat something before I picked you up,” he shook his head as your thumb continued scrolling, though you were no longer paying any attention to what the posts were displaying. “It’s not my fault you never listen to me.”

“I listen to you all the time,” you say back, deciding to just turn off your phone as you had become distracted by him. “You’re the one who wouldn’t let me go to the store to grab some of those chips I like.”

He laughed again and scoffed slightly. “You have, like, three bags of them at your place,” he pointed out and you turned to face him. 

“But I don’t have any here,” you reply and watch as he shakes his head. 

Just then, the door to the basement opens and his mom calls down that dinner was ready, unknowingly making your shoulders drop in relief. Jack, who turned to call back to his mother, gave you a smile and shrug when he faced you again. “There, problem solved,” he said as he stood up and held his hand out to you.

As soon as you took it, the TV switched programs and began playing the teaser trailer for Avatar: The Way of Water. You were only half way up when you sat back down again and tugged on his hand. “Ooh, look,” 

Jack looked at the screen and felt his heart skip a beat at what was currently playing. “Seriously?” He asked no one in particular, his face heating up in embarrassment. He looked back down at you and his expression softened when he saw your look of excitement. “We’re not watching the whole thing, right? I’m probably not even in this one.”

As soon as he said that, the scene changed to show his character, Spider, in all his glory. You squealed in excitement as you tightened your hold on his hand and pulled yourself up. You wrapped your arms around his neck in a hug as you turned away from the screen. “I’m so proud of you,” you say and pepper his face with kisses. “Look, you’re on TV!”

Jack laughed as he wrapped his arms around your middle, the feeling of contentment washing away any ounce of embarrassment he felt at the fact that damn near every channel on TV had begun showing the trailer for the film. 

If only you had known that this would be one of your last good memories you share with him, maybe then you would have savored the moment a little bit longer. 

-

Jack <3: I miss you so much. Today has gone by so slowly. 

You smiled down at the text, hiding your phone behind the table as you didn’t want to risk getting kicked out of class. This final year of high school was brutal, and in more ways than one. 

Jack was away filming Scream VI, so the person who provided you with the most comfort was thousands of miles away. You were close to failing one of your classes, one required to get your diploma, and you recently had a fallout with your close friend.

So, yeah, things could definitely be going better. 

Tell me about it. Chemistry is NOT fun. I miss you, too, btw.

You hit send just as your teacher looked up from his desk. Hiding your phone, you give him a tight lipped smile and a thumbs up, something he squints his eyes at before he is back to grading papers. 

Your phone vibrates against your leg and you grab your book, opening it to make it look like you were reading from it, when in reality you were unlocking your phone. 

Jack <3: I still don’t know why you chose that over drama. Acting is fun and easy.

You playfully roll your eyes and glance at the teacher before typing out a response. 

Says the actor. 

Jack <3: Fair enough.

You hold back a sigh as you put your phone in your bag. You couldn’t wait for him to come home. Granted, he just left and would be in Montreal for a couple more months. This was probably the first time you’ve ever wished for a summer to fly by. After spending almost every day with Jack, it was hard to go even a week without him. The thought of spending damn near a whole summer without him had your heart aching. 

Two weeks in and you missed him more than words could describe. Stupid high school. Stupid long distance relationships. 

Even though he texted you every day, or called you on the odd day, it still didn’t soothe your aching heart. You were so young, but that didn’t stop the love between you from growing stronger by the minute. A year and a half is a long time for young love. 

Every time you looked at your phone you were met with his picture as your lock screen. It sent a jolt of pain directly to your heart whenever you looked at his smiling face and you silently cursed yourself for being so in love with him.

-

 High school ended, as did the summer, and you couldn’t be more content. You couldn’t be happier. 

September was nearly here, meaning the summer without Jack was over. 

That’s who you were with now. 

The TV was once again on, and like last time, neither of you were paying attention to it. Both your phones were turned off and placed on the coffee table a few feet away. 

Your body was trapped between the backrest of the couch and Jack’s chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his chin resting on the top of your head. It had been like this for days, with the both of you wrapped up in each other’s arms without any words being said. 

It was like no time at all had passed since you last saw each other, let alone a whole summer. Everything fell back into place and the two of you were reunited once again. You weren’t sure when he’d be called away for his job again, so you were spending every possible second you had with him. You hadn’t seen your own room in days as you’d been staying with him since he came back home, something you both had no problem with. 

If there was one thing Jack hated about his job, and he wouldn’t even go as far as saying he hated it, really, it was the months he’d spend away from you. He hadn’t met you yet when he was filming Avatar, so he only had to worry about missing his family and friends. Then he fell in love with you.

The ache he felt in his heart during the entirety of filming Scream VI was only completely dulled when he returned home and found comfort in your arms. The months that passed were only being fueled by his want to return to you, the one person he felt his happiest with. 

Despite knowing you for only two years, you play a big part in who he is and who he wants to be in his future. You are his future. He was young, damn near too young to be planning things with you this early in his life, but he couldn’t see it happening any other way.

He couldn’t see himself loving anyone else. 

That’s how the rest of the summer went. Actually, that’s how the rest of the year went. 

December came fast and that’s when everything changed. 

Avatar: The Way of Water was officially released. Spider was officially introduced to the world, and Jack had never felt more excited. It had been years since he filmed his scenes for this movie, and to see it all come together was emotional. 

You were his date to the premiere, something he had asked you months beforehand so you would be prepared, and to see Jack on the big screen had you crying half an hour in. The person you saw in front of you was one you didn’t know. You were complete strangers at the time of him filming this, and it was a big contrast to the version of him sitting next to you now, his hand holding yours tightly. 

It was that night when the inevitable happened. 

The movie was a massive hit, and though Spider was a character not many people liked, Jack was definitely a natural newcomer that had stolen the hearts of many fans. 

His Instagram followers grew with each passing day and you were grateful that the posts he had with you on his account were swarmed with kind comments. You knew that his career would take off fast once his movies hit the theaters, so you were prepared when your own comments began filling with fans of his. Mostly on the posts that involved him, mainly the birthday one you had uploaded a few weeks ago. 

Jack was called away for press tours and interviews and promo after promo. 

It was a miracle when he found the time to just sit and facetime you. 

The smile you were met with when you answered the call was enough to make you forget about the feeling of loneliness that had slowly started creeping into your body. 

At the end of the day, he was still yours. 

“Hi,” you say and place your phone on your desk, standing it up so you could go back to applying your makeup. 

“Hi, baby,” he said back and you don’t bother hiding the smile that took over your face at the pet name. “What are you doing?”

You drop the brush you were using back into the container and meet his eyes. “I’m just getting ready to go out,”

Jack nodded before a teasing grin took over his face. “Got a hot date tonight?”

You rolled your eyes. “Depends, are you coming home tonight?”

Your question made his heart skip a beat. Home. God, he missed you. He was sick of staying at these hotels with the rest of the cast. All he wanted was to come home to you. He feared he was beginning to lose touch with how his life was before all of this, and the thought of getting caught up in everything had his heart racing. 

“I wish I was,” he said quietly. 

“Yeah,” you trail off. “Me too.”

A silence took over and you finished applying eyeshadow before you looked back down at your phone.

“I’m just going out with some friends from high school,” you answered his previous question after realizing you never actually told him what your plans were. 

Jack nodded again before he gave you a boyish grin. He watched as you coated your lips in a shiny gloss before he sighed, “You are so pretty,”

Your face heats up and you refuse to meet his eyes as you begin cleaning up the surface of your desk. When you finally look at him, you find him already looking at you, his eyes full of love and longing. “I miss you,” you say as you grab your phone again. You stay seated as you hold the device closer to you, your eyes never leaving your boyfriend’s.

“I miss you, too,” he says back. “You have no idea how much I wish I could’ve taken you with me.”

You look away and chew on your freshly glossed bottom lip. “Can you promise me something?”

You hear the sound of shuffling and glance down to see that Jack had sat up to give you his full attention. “Of course,” he sounded unsure and you were beginning to question if you even had a right to be asking him this. 

“Maybe it’s not my place to ask this, but,” you trail off, unknowingly making Jack’s heart fill with a sense of dread. You continued before he could call you out on it, though. “Just, don’t forget about me, okay? Please.”

You felt pathetic for asking him that, but it was the only way to let him in and allow him to see what the change was doing to you without actually telling him. You were terrified of losing him and it felt as though it was gonna happen sooner or later.

“Y/n,” he said sternly, making you meet his eyes through the screen. “Nothing could ever make me forget you. I love you and I miss you more than you know. I mean, I’m in the middle of doing press tours for the movie I was in and all I can think of is coming back home to you.”

You felt dumb for feeling the way you did. Jack was living his dream and you were worried about him forgetting you when all he ever did was shower you with love and affection. There was nothing to worry about. “I’m sorry,”

“I love you,” he said again and you smiled at him, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, something he noticed. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

You nodded and continued to listen to him go on about how much fun he was having with the cast before your friend texted you to let you know that she was here to pick you up.

The call ended on a good note. A great one, even.

Things were going well. 

Until they weren’t.

-

The release of Scream VI hit Jack’s career hard and completely flipped his world around. 

People absolutely adored Ethan and were infatuated with the face who played him. Jack went from a newcomer with a small fanbase to millions of people obsessing over him within the span of a few hours. 

Of course, you were his plus one to the premiere, and you got emotional at the way he played his character, your hand wrapped around his. You thought back to what you were doing when he was filming it, still stuck in high school and thousands of miles away from him. This person on the screen was one you knew, you loved, and belonged to you.

That was something a few people didn’t seem to realize. After gaining over  five hundred thousand followers, some of his fans stumbled across his posts with you. Long story short, your comments were filled with hate and jealousy and envy. You made your account private a couple of days after the film was released. 

That didn’t stop them from filling his comments. 

She’s mid fr.

She needs to get away from my man.

Ew.

You can do better.

God, people were brutal. 

Jack had no knowledge of the harassment you were receiving, but how could he? He was busier than ever and was once again off doing interviews and press tours. 

You were alone again. 

You knew what would happen to your relationship when he became a big time actor. You were prepared. You would have to share him with the world, and you thought you were prepared for that. 

But, honestly, who were you kidding?

And what made things worse was when he slowly stopped answering your texts. 

He was busy, you got that, but he would go days without talking to you, some of which were his most active days on social media. 

It shouldn’t be like this. 

Just the other day you were scrolling on TikTok and one of his videos came up. You looked through the comments and saw that he answered one that asked if he had a girlfriend. 

The simple ‘yes’ made you feel both annoyed and reassured. You weren’t sure where you stood with him, so knowing that he was still at least somewhat involved in the relationship was comforting. On the other hand, seriously, he can answer a stranger’s comment but not a text from his girlfriend of two years? 

You felt like a burden at this point.

Days go by without a word from him and you were beginning to lose control over your emotions. Your eyes ached from all the crying you did behind closed doors, and your heart felt as if it was decaying each day you were left unanswered. 

What excuse would he have if he ever decided to answer you? He got so busy that he forgot to check his texts? His phone number was leaked and he was bombarded with random messages to the point that yours were so far down? 

That would make you happy, you think.

Anything but the alternative. 

He forgot about you. 

Or he forgot how to be a boyfriend. 

Or how to be a decent fucking human being. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting when you got ready for your date with him. It was planned weeks ago, set for the day after he returned home. 

Your texts went unanswered, but you got ready anyway. 

This was a test - one you hoped he passed. 

But, as the day turned into night with no sign of him, you felt the last piece of your heart break. You also felt the last piece of your self control snap.

He failed.

You grab your phone and click on his contact, not bothering to roll your eyes once you were sent to his voicemail. “Hey, it’s me. Um, you failed the test I gave you,” you say and quickly wipe away a tear that slipped down your face. “I don’t know what happened to us or what happened to you, but I’m…I’m done.”

You glance at your nightstand and pause when you see the framed picture of the two of you. If you could turn back time and go back to how things were at the time it was taken, you would in a heartbeat. 

“I’m sorry I wasn’t enough for you, I really wish I was. You meant everything to me and I wish you kept your promise,” you continued to look at the picture as you thought of what else was left to say. “Good luck with everything. I wish you nothing but the best, and, yeah. I’m done. Goodbye.”

You hang up and toss your phone on your bed, grabbing the picture afterwards. You stare at it for a few more seconds, and slowly your sadness turns to rage. 

Another second goes by before your hand moves and throws the frame across the room. It hits the wall opposite from you and you hear the glass shatter before it hits the ground.

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[hamiltonaf]

bestfriends to lovers lewis?🥹

Wingman | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x BF ! Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Slow burn

A/N: Hello loves ! Sorry for the delay, I believe I re-wrote this like 5 times because I had so many different scenarios in mind. I was so overwhelmed and finally settled on this. Nonetheless, I hope you babes enjoy. Requests are still open .xx

(Y/N/N) - Your Nickname

Nothing is harder than trying to hide your true feelings from your best friend. Well, theirs nothing to really hide considering how our relationship is, definitely not the same as my other guy friends. I’m fully convinced that everyone cracked that I have feelings for Lewis, except Lewis himself. Whoever said that guys and girls can be friends…they LIED.

Our friendship started about 2 years ago when Miles had introduced Lewis and I at Coachella. Miles and I go back a long way through our parents, we’ve been close ever since but just friends, nothing more. Miles knew about my love for F1 from early days and especially being a big fan of Lewis, he made sure that we’d meet some day since that’s his best friend after all.

I distinctly remember what felt like yesterday, we had the best weekend at Coachella and I was quite surprised how quickly Lewis and I grew on each other. Unfortunately, I rarely saw him since I had studying and work to do at the time, however that didn’t stop us from texting and video calling almost every day. That all changed earlier this year when I was done studying and I had a remote job so I had a lot more free time on my hands. I actually shared the news with Lewis first when I got my new job, he was so thrilled that he insisted that I now have no excuse not to attend more races.

What started off as friendly banter turned into flirting and teasing from time to time, if a total stranger saw us together they’d assume we’re a couple. Lol I wish. I have no clue what I’m doing wrong for him not to take a hint, unless he’s not interested in being in a relationship or worse case scenario… he has his eyes on someone else, but surely he’d tell me right ? I mean we’re best friends… or are we ?

That brings us to the present moment. It’s the Monaco GP weekend and you can imagine that almost every A list celebrity is here. Besides my love for F1, I’m a football fan as well - you can only imagine what would happen to my heart if I spot footballers in the paddock. Friday and Saturday are always quiet of course until Sunday strikes and the paddock is packed.

I was staying over at Lewis’ place for the weekend - no joke when I say we had a full on argument about me staying at a hotel when I can literally walk to the paddock since Monaco is so small. Of course he won the argument. Get my point when I say that people would think we’re a couple ?

It’s race morning, Lewis and I were getting ready not knowing what was going to occur the minute we’re about to leave. “(Y/N/N) are you ready ?” He called from the lounge. “Yep ! Just give me a sec” I yelled as I grabbed my phone and bag. I stopped in my track the second I saw that we were both wearing purple. “Are you kidding me ?” I said to myself. “You stole my look” he accused. “Excuse me ? I literally didn’t see what you’re wearing until now” I said defensively. “I’m just playing. You look beautiful and it’s cute that we besties are matching” he smiled. “Aww thanks Lew, but I have to change because everyone is going to think that we planned this” I said as I rushed back into the room to search for something else.

“Just forget about it, I’m changing as soon as I get to the garage in my team shirt and besides that we’re running late” he said as he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me along with him out the door to the elevator. “But Lew” I whined. He cupped my cheeks as he said, “Stop worrying about other people, focus on the positive..you got me and I’ll always have your back no matter what.” He gave me a quick wink and dropped his hands when we reached the ground floor. Not gonna lie that I had literal butterflies for those few seconds.

We drove to the paddock which didn’t take that long. I don’t know why I suddenly felt nervous, my hands started to feel clammy and I could already feel my body temperature rise. “Soo..you go ahead, I’ll meet you at the garage as per usual” I said as i stepped out of the car. “I was thinking we just go together” he smiled as he held his hand out for assistance out of the car. “Uhm are you sure ? People can be quick to assume things and start rumours..” Why can’t I shut up ?

“So what ? I don’t care, as long as you’re by my side” he shrugged. Aww. “Someone is being particularly nice today” I raised a brow at him as we walked towards the paddock entrance. “Pft..I’m always nice” he laughed. “On a normal day you test my patience to the limit with your banter, looks like someone is in a good mood. Don’t worry I won’t spoil it, I’ll make the most out of it” I smirked. As soon as we entered the paddock, we’re flocked by photographers and some fans taking pictures. In the moment I was so overwhelmed, luckily I had my sunglasses on the entire time so I actually ended up walking ahead of Lewis just to get to the garage faster.

I greeted a few mechanics, as well as Bono and Toto. We were lost in conversation that I actually forgot about Lewis coming back. Our conversation came to an end when all of our heads turned to Lewis greeting Neymar and Kylian. Oh my god. I was fangirling internally.

“No frikken way” I lowly said to myself. I started day dreaming and didn’t even realise that Lewis was next to me until he shut my mouth closed. “You’ll catch fly’s love” he half laughed. “Oh my god I can’t believe Neymar and Kylian are here !” I squealed. “You’re into football ?” He furrowed his brows. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know - you weren’t the only athlete I kept tabs on” I lightly hit his chest. “That hurt my heart” he pouted. “Mine too considering you didn’t introduce me” I scoffed.

“No biggie, we’re meeting them later tonight” he said casually. “Say what now ? You’re lying” I rolled my eyes. Ain’t no way. “I swear” he said in all seriousness as he held out his pinky. “I’ll take your word for it” I linked my pinky with his. “In that case, do you think you could be my wingman ? I wanna know what the hype is about being a football wag” I teasingly suggested. “Uhhh..no” he straightforwardly said. “And why not ?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Because then I’ll have no best friend” he lied as he walked ahead. “Don’t worry, if you be my wingman then I’ll be your wingwoman. I’ll find you a new best friend or better yet, a girlfriend !” I enthusiastically suggested.

“I don’t trust your taste” he said as he entered his drivers room. “Okay then let’s forget about me being your wingwoman. Put in a good word for me” I winked as I took a seat on the couch. “Yeah sure” he sarcastically said as he shook his head.

The day went by so quickly after that, before we knew it the anthem was over and Lewis was already heading out to line up on the grid. Just before he could leave he was talking to Toto for a while, then finally turned to me. “As per usual, I hope you have a safe race. Best of luck bestie” I said first. “And as always..thank you for your support. I really appreciate you coming to races (Y/N/N)” he smiled before pulling me in for a hug. “You could thank me by being my wingman” I played along. “Not this again” he said annoyed as he broke away from our hug. “Don’t let it distract you from racing” I joked. He rolled his eyes at me with a serious look before breaking into a smile, “Bye (Y/N/N) !” He trailed.

The race went by so quickly, pun intended. Lewis finished at P4, we’ll take it as a win considering the performance of the car this year.

Didn’t see much of Lewis after the race since he had media duties. Once he was done, we spoke about the race in general on our way back to his place. “Soo what are our plans for the evening ?” I asked as I laid on the couch. “Are you forgetting the part when I told you earlier that we’re meeting Kylian and Neymar ?” He raised a brow. Realisation hit me in the face. “Oh my god I need to find something good to wear” I squealed as I rushed over to my bag.

“It’s in a nightclub, they’re not going to see you” he laughed. “They will when you play wingman and I’m leaving with one of them. Mainly Kylian, Neymar is off limits because he has a girlfriend” I said as I continued searching through my bag. “How are you so sure about leaving with Kylian” he laughed. “Well obviously that will happen after you put in a good word for me about my love for football” I said in an obvious tone. “Hmm okay” he said with a smirk.

As Lewis got ready, I decided to do the same, I had a shower and sat in my robe as I did my makeup, and hair. Once I was done, I slipped into my dress and heels. “(Y/N/N) you ready ?” He called for me. “I’m just putting on my heels” I said whilst holding onto the bathroom counter top for support. “Wow” I heard him say from behind me. “You look- wow.. gorgeous” he said softly. “Aww really ? Thank you Lew” I pouted as I looked at him through the mirror. “Your rizz is literally showing through your outfit” I said as I turned around to face him. “I guess I should take that as a compliment ?” He asked with furrowed brows. “Of course it’s a compliment, I basically said you look so fine that you could pull anyone you wanted tonight” I admitted. I mentally slapped myself for telling him he looked fine out loud.

“If I heard correctly, almost sounded like you were hitting on me ?” He raised a brow. “In your dreams babe, let’s go” I said as I tapped his chest and walked past him.

When we arrived at the club, Lewis handed the keys over to the valet, that’s when we spotted Daniel or otherwise known as Spinz. We greeted each other as we all walked over to the doors of the club. “I won’t remind you again what the plans are for tonight” I mentioned to Lewis. “Don’t worry, I didn’t forget” he said with a grin. He’s acting sus.

As soon as we entered the club, we were escorted to the VIP area and that’s when I spotted Neymar, and Kylian. Oh my word.. unreal. Both of them spotted Lewis and walked over to us to greet him. I stood behind Lewis with Daniel, eagerly waiting to hear what Lewis has to say.

Lewis shook their hands and made some small talk before moving aside to pull me forward by my waist. It’s hard to hear over the loud music, but i oddly enough heard clearly every word Lewis said. “Boys, this is (Y/N), my girlfriend” he smiled. Sir, I beg your pardon. Girlfriend ? I knew he was acting sus. “Hey ! So nice to meet you both, I’m a big fan” I yelled over the music as I hugged them both.

“Great to meet you too. Lewis is a lucky guy” Kylian smiled. “Aha well, I’m a lucky girl” I joked. All of the build up to annoy him just died down. I really pictured having a full on conversation with both Kylian and Neymar but that also went out the window when I started to get frustrated yelling over the music.. I was actually starting to lose my voice. Besides that, I was itching to leave this place so I can have a talk with Lewis. Quite a relief that Daniel was with us so i had someone else to talk to in the mean time.

After about a whole hour, I started to get a headache and just felt the need to leave. I was seated in the VIP area with Daniel whilst Lewis was catching up with Kylian and Neymar not so far away. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder, “I wanna leave” I yelled. “What ?” He asked as he leaned in closer. “Can we please go ?” I yelled once again. He nodded his head in reply. He briefly greeted them goodbye as I I did the same.

We walked in silence to the car until the car doors slammed. “Uhm care to enlighten me on what happened back there, boyfriend ?” I emphasised his new title as he then sped off. He stifled a laugh, “Well I got a bit- cough”. “What was that ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. “Can we just talk about this when we get back home ?” He asked as he looked over to me for a second. I didn’t answer back, just looked out the window. When we got back to his place, I jumped out the car and walked ahead of him to the elevator. “Can you stop giving me the silent treatment ?” He said as he stood across me.

I remained silent until we were in his apartment. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs over, “Was that really necessary ?” I narrowed my eyes at him. “Well I thought it would be funny” he smiled. I took a deep breath, “I- do you want me to be single and lonely for the rest of my life ?” I faked a smile. “Oh my days (Y/N)…can you not take a hint ?” He said annoyed. I stood up from where I was seated, “I assumed you were just trying to annoy me like you always do and tonight you did exactly that, but worse.” I walked past him as he then caught a hold of my wrist. He pulled me back and twirled me to face him.

“(Y/N), if it isn’t obvious enough..I love you.” I was left speechless. “I’ve fallen for you since we first met at Coachella. You caught my eye and I knew then that I always wanted you by my side. You made my day when you shared the news with me that you were finally able to come to more races, I thought it’s now or never. I thought I was pretty obvious about how I felt about you, even Miles knows this” he softly smiled. “That idiot knew all this time and didn’t tell me even after I told him how I felt about you. Anyway, never mind him. Why didn’t you say anything earlier after I told you to be my wingman for tonight ?” I furrowed my brows.

“Because I wanted to wipe that smirk off your face” he said as he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me closer against his chest. “To me it just sounds like you were jealous” I pursed my lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I wasn’t jealous” he scoffed. “So then why did you call me your girlfriend ?” I raised a brow. “Okay fine, you win that, but… will you be mine ?” He asked nervously. “I thought you’d never ask” I said as I closed the gap between us, placing my lips on his.

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[spliffymae]

nobody has to know, a. ojiro

synopsis: it’s caribana season, but instead of catching the dirtiest of wines, aran is moping at his place, thinking about you.

⚠️afabreader, fwb!aran, aran post time skip, reader is caribbean, established fwbs, jealous aran, smut, mentions of phone sex, implied (un)protected sex, MINORS DNI !

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“y/n, you know you have to get permission before you can walk out like that.” your friend teased you once she saw your costume. it was the day of caribana, a day that shouldn’t have tasted bittersweet on your tongue, but did when you realized you wouldn’t be going with aran, your original date for the day.

you kissed your teeth as you grabbed your keys off the counter, dropping them in the side bag strapped to your waist.

“fuck permission. and fuck ojiro’s goofy ass anyways”

3 weeks earlier….

“oh my god, you’re fucking stretching me outtt.” you whine, your lips pouty with fat tears rolling down your face. you were sitting on aran’s lap, being slid down onto his hard dick as you two sat on the couch in your living room.

aran doesn’t respond just yet. he’s too busy trying to keep his composure, stopping himself from cumming before he can really enjoy you.

“aren’t you glad i answered that call, hm? got to give your spoiled ass just what you needed to feel better.” he was a deep baritone in your ear, the velvet of his durag slightly rubbing against your face when he lowered to speak to you.

“but i-it’s not what i wanted.” you let out with a huff. “you’re playing games with me right now, oji.” you were trying really hard to not be the whimpering, babbling mess he knew you were. you were trying to prove him wrong.

aran laughed, “like you weren’t playing games when you let that whack ass take you out. now be good and watch the movie.”

he was right. after all, this all started because you called him to fix a bad hookup you had with a good first date.

“it’s 2am, i thought you and whatshisface were linking.” aran was curious when your name popped up on his phone. after you told him about the date and texted him that the guy wasn’t a creep, he figured he’d hear from you in the upcoming days.

“the stroke game was nonexistent. he came from a handjob and couldn’t get it back up. i’m mad i wore this for nothing.” you were on facetime, so aran could see the annoyed look on your face; the way your brows knitted together and creased, with your eyes filled with disappointment. your brown lips were pushed out in a pout and without a second thought, you flipped your camera to show your mirror. you stood in a pink lingerie set, and the sight of you had aran’s cock twitching in his pyjama pants.“i don’t get it. i look so pretty tonight, oji. don’t i?”

the way his name fell from your mouth made his heart skip. the neediness in your tone, the yearning he could hear just from his name. how you wanted him. aran swallowed back the carnal groan that tried to creep its way out his mouth, “yeah, you look so pretty, princess.” he said with a comforting smile. he looked back up at his tv, his nba 2k23 mycareer opened with his friends spamming his chat and yelling at him to snap back to reality and back to the game. his mic was on, but he had muted them to focus on you. they, however, could hear you two.

you sighed, “can you come make me feel better? …i don’t feel pretty.” and aran hated that you let this dickhead get to you like this. how you looked in the mirror with sad eyes. he knew you shouldn’t have gone on that date. he knew you weren’t gonna be satisfied with anyone but him.

“of course, i’m comin’ right now.” he didn’t waste a secon contemplating on whether he should leave to go to you at 2am. he turned off his ps4 and hung up the call, grabbed a t-shirt, hoodie, his phone and his car keys, and was on his way to you.

2 weeks earlier…

“bro, you literally just disappeared on us last week. you know that was the only free time all of us had.” osamu pushed aran as the two stood in the starbucks line. they were meeting some friends from high school at the coffee shop to hang out. since graduation, each of them went their separate ways, focusing on achieving their respective goals. they always made time to hang out once a week though.

aran mumbled a meaningless apology, “sorry man, had to take care of something.” he wasn’t sorry. he honestly didn’t care. if he could choose between playing video games with his friends or spending a night in you, he would pick you everytime.

“something or someone. y’know one day we’re gonna have to meet this girl. it’s been going on for so long now.” samu gave aran a final look before stepping up in the line. he was next to order, watching as the girl in front of him stepped to the side.

you had looked up from your position at the cash register of your job to see two familiar faces. one being your friend osamu from volleyball camp, and aran—the man, who just last night, was moaning into his phone about how bad he needed you while he pumped his hand around his cock.

“y/n! looking radiant as ever!” osamu winked.

you flashed a smile,“thank you osamu, what can i get y’all today?”

“i’ll take a white chocolate mocha, spinach and feta egg wrap, and the truth from aran about his secret girlfriend!” the last part came out of nowhere catching both you and aran off guard. you laughed a bit, but out of pure nervousness. your heartbeat even increased.

“samu!” the young man yelled, giving osamu a slap to his shoulder.

you simply giggled, “this girl must be pretty special if you gotta keep her a secret, oji.” the nickname didn’t come out in the usual way aran was use to hearing. with your voice breathless and filled with an adoration for him. instead it was purely friendly, with a little hint of playfulness. it was different, and it made him miss the former.

“there’s no girl, samu. i ain’t find anyone worth my time, alright? aran ojiro is meant to be a free bird, so let me fly.” aran said as he walked to the other open register, eyes completely missing you as he gave a flirty smile to your coworker. and of course, she loved it. you on the other hand, found yourself to be irked.

1 week earlier…

“bro, you seriously ghosted me over something you took out of context?” aran had finally gotten the chance to be face to face with you after a week of radio silence from you. you two had both shown up to kita’s birthday party. you had come just to show face. you weren’t gonna stay—you were simply there to hand kita his gift and leave before a certain six foot wing spiker showed up.unfortunately, aran spotted you handing the present off to kita with an apologetic smile, attempting to leave before you could see him.

before you could step off the porch, aran had dragged you back into the house, disregarding the looks from guests and protests from you, and pulled you upstairs into the bathroom. he pressed you on your absence, on how you refused to pick up his calls and leave his texts on delivered.

“i’m letting you fly, what’chu mean? you’re a free bird, right?” you knitted your brows in curiosity, “i mean,” you smiled, “that’s what you said…right?”

aran pinched the bridge of his nose out of frustration. he leaned against the bathroom counter, standing in front of you, seated at the edge of the tub in front of him. “seriously? i was just saying that to get samu off my back. and even if i meant that shit, so what? we’re just fucking.”

you scoffed, “so now it’s just fucking?…don’t give me that shit, aran. you and i both know we passed ‘just fucking’ a long time ago. but you wanna go flirt with other people in front of me? like you weren’t on my phone begging for me?” you had an attitude, that was for certain.

“bro, why are you trying to make this complicated? i swore we weren’t supposed to be anything serious.” he was defensive, honestly he didn’t know why. he just didn’t like how you were coming for him.

you nodded, “right. so we can just act like we don’t care for each other.”

“i didn’t say all that. i’m just not understanding why you’re getting at me over a misunderstanding.” he honestly wasn’t looking for this. he was just hoping to get a brief explanation and maybe even a lil’ sum sum, but instead he was getting an earful. and it wasn’t an earful of your moans, the way he had hoped.

“because i like you, asshole. because you fuck me and say shit like ‘this my pussy’ or ‘i’m the only one for you’. because you take me out and shower me with affection. because you’re there whenever i need you. and you expect me to what? not feel a way? be okay with you flirting with other girls in my face?what, am i just hear to make you hard?” you raise your arms in frustration.

it was clear from his reddened eyes he had smoked, and the vodka breezer he held in his hand let you know he was lightly drinking too. you say all this because it had to be these factors that made him respond to you the way he did. with a half smirk and laugh, “what’s wrong with just making me hard?”

but you found nothing funny about this. not anything about you finally telling him how you felt was funny to you. it was a pain. a giant and irritating one that you wanted to be free of, but somehow just seemed to worsen. “you know what, you clearly don’t care so i’m not gonna either. see you around, oji.”

the nickname was in a different tone this time around. no adoration, no playfulness. you spoke it flat, with no emotion. and as you stood up and left aran in the bathroom by himself, with the last words being his name in such an emotionless voice, he couldn’t help but think he might have fucked that up.

present…

aran was sitting on his front porch, spliff in hand as he looked down at his phone. today was caribana. he was supposed to be there with you. but instead he was nursing what kita described as a ‘cracked heart’.

he was thinking about you. about how hurt you looked as you left the party. you went radio silent on him afterwards. didn’t hit him up for anything; not to link, not to fuck, not to talk...you were ojiro free—and he hated it!

“so y/n was the secret girlfriend.” osamu had come outside from the kitchen, two cold beers in his right hand.

“wasn’t a girlfriend.” aran mumbled, taking a pull from his spliff.

osamu rolled his eyes, “shut up, she might as well been. look how she got you. meanwhile where is she?” it was meant to be a rhetorical question, but aran took it literally. with his phone in his other hand he went to instagram and ironically, your story was the first in the long and seemingly endless line of instagram stories. he tapped the icon, immediately seeing a video of you posing in your costume with shensea’s shen yeng anthem coming through your phone.

osamu leaned over to see you and mindlessly whistled at your appearance. “you fumbled a serious bag, my friend.” he ignored the glare aran sent his way because he knew aran knew he was right.

“shut the hell up.” the bitter man mumbled, eyes looking back on his phone to see the next story you posted. it was you on the street, posing with people from your band as you all held up your country’s flag. aran got a better look of your costume. the way that its colors; the purple bands and silver jewel stoned garments that connect to them, brought out your rich and warm undertone the way your headpiece demanded the attention to be on you. you were all smiles with your girlfriends, and aran loved to see you happy. your smile was probably his favorite thing about you.

pissed him off he wasn’t the one making you smile like that, though.

“tsumu just texted me that he sees her.” osamu said just as the timer for your story ran out. it then went to atsumu’s who was holding his phone high up, recording not only him walking w the parade of people, but walking behind you…who was carelessly wining against his crotch to the sounds of gyal you a party animal.

osamu had just so happened to glance back at aran’s screen and his mouth instantly fell at the sight. there was his twin brother, handing his phone off to someone next to him as he flipped to the back camera. he took your hips in his hands and began to move against you making you cheer in excitement.

it was all harmless, a careless bubble he caught because he was your friend. there was nothing serious about it, and that is what made aran the most upset. to know you were okay to do that. because you weren’t his, he had no right to get mad at you just dancing with atsumu because you two are not together, that’s what he knows you’d say if he were to bring this up. but he made it his right to have, the jealousy. because who did you think you were to move against any other man the way you moved against him?

osamu wanted to laugh! because of course this would happen to aran. of course the man who was ‘too busy for love’ would find himself pining after “the one that got away”.

some time had passed and aran was now three spliffs in, a beer in hand as he sat on the beanbag in his room. some random show was playing in the back, but all his attention was on the various instagram and snap stories you posted. he would even watch the snaps of your friends just to see if he’d catch you doing anything. yeah, he was down so bad. here you were having so much fun without him. so much so that not only was he annoyed, but he finally decided to just cave and text you.

ojiro (don’t answer rn)

honestly i’m too high

but fuck it you won

i care about you

and you make me hard

so call me when you see this

#🌞🍃spliffymae #Spotify #aran ojiro x black reader #aran ojiro #haikyu x black reader #anime x black!reader #angst #black yn

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Insufferable | Part Two

Synopsis: Two people who swear they hate each other’s guts but still can’t leave each other alone.

Warnings: angst, pining, oral (female and male receiving) choking, Tyler is still arrogant and still has that filthy mouth, YN is still a smart ass who brings him to his knees. Also, jealous!hook. An injury and some blood too.

A/N: you guys really wanted this and I couldn’t resist writing it. I just wanna let you know that I read all of your suggestions for this and they’re all incorporated in this filthy fic. So I hope you enjoy and if you’re lost right now, you can read part one here! 🫶🏼

Proceed with caution cause there’s like 2 different smut scenes 😮‍💨

You had a couple of little secrets now. Things you couldn’t tell your friends no matter how bad you wanted to, simply because for the longest time you swore you hated everything about that man. You still do, but it’s a weird kind of hatred you feel towards him, now that his hands have been all over every inch of you. A kind that makes you want more reasons to despise him.

Tyler, on the other hand, finds the whole thing pretty hilarious. He spots you in the hallway and notices that you no longer look at him with that infuriation you used to, but what looks more to him like desperate desire you clearly were way too prideful to admit. You still had the faintest shadow of purple discolorations on your skin and he starts to realize how long it’s been since he had you a moaning mess in the showers.

Of course that just makes him want you all over again.

You were doing a better job than he expected you would. You haven’t even tried to shoot him a text when you’re alone at night in your room, thoughts of his body against yours running rampant through your mind. It surprised him to say the least but he knew you well enough now to know that you’re the second most prideful person on the planet, and he’s the first.

He held a smirk on his lips as he stopped in front of you, his eyes lingering to the faint marks his lips left on your skin one week prior. You felt your cheeks heat up beneath your skin and did your best not to let that show, but he already saw the red blush creeping up from your chest to your face and this only made that coy smirk spread wider.

“Can I help you?” You bit out, bringing your hair over your shoulder to hide those marks you knew he was feeling way to proud of. His eyes then met yours, and you hated the way they instantly made your heart violently pound against your chest.

“Are you avoiding me now?” He takes a step forward, lingering his eyes down your body that he would deny, but he hasn’t stopped thinking about.

“I’ve always tried to avoid you.” You snap back, watching as his dimple deepens on his cheek.

“No, not always.” He lets his hand linger out, the tips of two fingers roaming over the band of your shorts, earning chills to skate down your spine at the simplest touch. “If that were the case you wouldn’t have been moaning my name last week.”

You swallowed hard past the dryness of your throat and boldly stared into his dark, amused eyes. His fingertips trailed a line across your stomach before you felt one hook underneath the waistband, just to pull the fabric back and pop it against your skin.

“One time thing.” You managed to say, even though your voice was suddenly shakier than you wished it would’ve been. “And I already forgot about it, but thanks for the unpleasant reminder.”

His hand fell to his side but that smirk on his lips remained as he shook his head from side to side slightly. “Seems like you forgot something else” he tilts his head to the side, taking a single step closer but closing the space between you completely. “What did I tell you about that smart ass mouth?”

You were flashed right back to one of the many moments that’s been playing through your mind like a movie. Dropping to your knees so easily for him, letting him fuck your throat while tears streamed down your cheeks and reveling in all the strained sounds that he let out. You immediately felt a wetness seep into the fabric of your panties and you hated him for it.

Just then, he took a step back, his eyes adverted to something behind you, that ended up being Willow when she walked up to you. She had a little bit of a confused look on her face, just seeing Tyler standing there in front of you because from what she knew, you absolutely despised that man and most of the time you’re doing all you can do to avoid his constant banters.

But all he did was take a step back and stand there, keeping his eyes held firmly on you as you forced yourself to recollect your thoughts enough to appear like everything was normal.

“Hey girl, we were just looking for you. We didn’t see you after your match last week.” She says as she reaches over and smooths a couple flyaways fluttering around your hair.

“Yeah I went home early.” You blurt the first lie you could think of, and Tyler had to drop his head to hide the prideful smirk on his face. “I wasn’t feeling that great. Something made me sick to my stomach.” You let your eyes linger to him to make sure he caught those words, but it didn’t phase him in the slightest.

“Damn, something you ate?” Willow asked.

And that’s when Tyler cut in, ever the most arrogant man that he’s always been. “Nah, she ended up choking on something. I saw it myself.” His eyes had a mischievous gleam to them and you wanted more than anything to blacken them with your fists.

“Oh God, are you okay? Did you need like, the Heimlich Maneuver or something? Why didn’t you tell me that?” Willow asked, then she glanced over at Tyler when all you did was remain silent, simply because your veins were on fire with the rage you felt towards that cocky man.

“I was fine, it wasn’t as bad as Tyler’s making it sound. I just wanted to get back to the hotel and try to forget all about it.” You piped back up, keeping your eyes on him.

“Well, I’m glad you’re alright. We missed you in catering. You gonna meet us after your match tonight so we can all leave together?” She asked, and Willow always had a thing for playing with your hair while she talked to you but, that’s when she caught sight of the purple patches right below your ear, and even though you tried to hide it, she caught it before your hair was pushed back over your shoulder.

“Umm, what the fuck is that?!” She nearly gasps. “YN, you didn’t even tell us-“

“Tell us what?” Skye’s voice finds you as soon as she walks around the corner. Tyler was practically beaming now, loving the way you were getting caught up by two of your friends, exactly how he wanted it to happen.

“She has a hickey” Willow says as she points at the side of your neck.

“No, it’s a bruise.” You quickly blurted, but caught the way Tyler’s brows raised the second you said that.

“A bruise? That’s not a fucking bruise” Skye said when she gets a good look, moving your hair back with her hand. “I’m sorry but who the hell gave that to you? Was it Daniel?! You didn’t even tell us you were seeing him again.”

Tyler’s teeth clenched behind his lips when your ex was mentioned. The man just couldn’t help it.

“I’m curious too.” He chipped in, holding his eyes on yours with that agonizing look of pure pride and enjoyment. You cut your eyes at him, and he smirked back effortlessly.

“Nobody important.” You bit out, making sure you stared him down just as strongly as he was you.

“No?” Tyler chipped back in, tilting his head to the side as he leaned his shoulder against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest.

Skye and Willow both picked up on the tensions arising between the two of you, feeling the atmosphere shift around them.

“Nope. Just some meaningless fuck I don’t care to talk about.” Then you glanced over at the girls next to you. “It wasn’t even good.”

But that’s when tyler took a step forward and Willow and Skye both took two steps back, their eyes wide and nothing but shocked when Tyler’s fingers squeezed your cheeks and his lips lingered against your own.

“Remember what I told you? Right before I made you come all over me?” He reminds you of something you surely hadn’t forgotten, but all that was going through your mind was the way you wanted him filling you back up all over again.

Willows mouth dropped open and Skye’s eyes were as wide as the moon as they stood there, unable to speak.

“I’m not letting anyone else take credit for the way I ruined you that night, so tell them the truth, or I’ll have no choice but to prove you’re nothing but a pretty little liar.”

You held your eyes on his, your heart hammering ninety beats a minute as his lips barely grazed over yours, and when you finally were able to pull your eyes away, all you saw was willow and Skye taking more steps back with looks of confusion, shock and most of all, complete disbelief painted on their faces.

“You two hate each other?!” Skye eventually spat, staring dead at you, wondering how long they’ve been in the dark about this.

“That’s what she wanted you to think, but maybe you don’t know your best friend the way you think you do.” He smirked, keeping his eyes on you as he slid his thumb across your bottom lip.

“I-I don’t- I’m so-“ Willow stammered.

“Yeah, anyway, we have some unfinished business to take care of, so I’d get out of here if I were you.” He glances over to watch as they both give you a dumbfounded look before slowly backing down the hall.

Once they’re gone, he has your full attention again.

“I didn’t want them knowing. I didn’t want anybody to know.” You spat, taking a step back.

“I told you already, nobody else is getting my credit. Should’ve hid those hickeys with more makeup if you really wanted to hide it that bad.” He shrugged. “But I think we both know that you’re lying again. You would’ve ended up telling your little friends everything. You’ve probably been dying to.”

He was right, but you weren’t gonna tell him that. You attempted to shoot him that infamous glare you’d perfected just for him but he was completely unfazed by it at this point that all it did was make him chuckle.

“Since your little secret is out, I guess I can leave as many marks on your neck as I want to now.” He steps closer, his hands easily finding your hips as he pulls you against him.

You had to take a second to recollect your thoughts but once you did, you managed to say, “I have a match in half an hour, I can’t do this right now.”

But you felt his lips lingering against your neck the second those words slipped out and just like before, your eyes rolled back and nothing but breathy sighs came out of your mouth as you involuntarily melted into him, like pure, delicate putty in his dangerous hands.

“That’s gonna be a tough match for you” he mutters against you. “Don’t know how you’re gonna perform when you can’t even walk straight”

You clenched around absolutely nothing as his words sent shivers down your whole body. An affect you wished wasn’t so strong but unfortunately for you, it was.

You threw all caution to the wind and wrapped your arms around the back of his neck, immediately giving in to him as soon as his lips latched to yours. It was filled with desperation from you both, and it was something that completely snatched the all the oxygen right out of your lungs.

He’d be lying if he said he had any control over this. All he could think about from that moment you left the shower room to now, was exactly what he plans to do next.

The locker rooms were right across the hall and that’s exactly where he pulled you to the second you detached. Despite the fact that anybody could come in at any second, all he could think about was getting between your thighs and letting your sweetness embed in his tongue all over again.

He was surprised at how easily you let him take all the control. You didn’t even attempt to make a smart remark and in a way, it was refreshing, but he also kind of missed that bantering the two of you always did.

He guided you over to the bench and slid your shorts down to your ankles before you fully sat down. Then, he was on his knees once again, eager for the sweet taste of you.

This time, he wasted no time warming up. He was impatient and he didn’t care that he was showing it. His lips locked around your clit and he started suckling pulsations against the sensitive bud, his tongue flicking aggressively over it as he watched your head hit the lockers and heard those beautiful sounds slip past your lips.

His fingers slid inside of you, finding that familiar spot that he knew made your head spin. He knew he had limited time to do this and he was wasting none of it as he used one hand to keep your thigh pinned against the bench, and the other one pumping your g-spot harshly.

“Fuck- fuck tyler that feels so good, you can’t stop” you cry out, making no effort to keep your tone minimized. He smirked against you before his lips cupped around your clit again, tilting his head to the side as he kept lapping his tongue.

“Thought you said I wasn’t good?” He teased, muttering hot breaths against your slick core. “Sounds like it feels pretty fucking good to me. Sounded like it felt good last week, too.”

His fingers pounding against your sweet spot kept you from being able to banter back, which was exactly why he slowed those pumps down to almost nothing and waited for your eyes to lock with his.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He brought that condescending edge back to his raspy voice. “You want more? Even though you said it wasn’t even good? Is that why you’re clenching my fingers this tight?”

You bucked your hips in a silent plea but it wasn’t enough for him.

“Nah, that’s not gonna work this time, angel. Need to hear you admit it. Own up to something for the first time in your life, and maybe I’ll give you what you need.”

You rolled your eyes and laid your head back against the lockers. You felt frustration overpowering you but especially when his fingers slowly, painfully slowly curled against your sweet spot.

“You could be coming all over my fingers right now if you weren’t so stubborn” he chuckles darkly, “all you have to do is say the word, baby, and I’ll have you seeing the stars all over again.”

He gave two more slow pumps before you couldn’t take it anymore. You nearly groaned as you arched your hips, desperate for more and breathed out, “fuck tyler, it feels so fucking good, I need more, just stop fucking teasing me, please!”

He smirked, then thrusted those fingers with a quickness that pulled an abundance of whines and moans out of you. He watched your thighs tremble and felt your walls clamping down so tight it was hard for those fingers to even move.

That’s when he rose up, his lips coming to linger over yours as he continued pumping against your g-spot. “Taste yourself.” He muttered, and as you parted your lips, his freehand snaked around your throat, gently squeezing as his tongue slipped over yours.

You felt your blood rushing to your head and that familiar dizziness that you didn’t even realize you missed so much. The taste of yourself mixed with mint lingered on your tongue and it only took three more curls of those long, slender fingers before he felt your walls pulsate and that warmth coated his whole hand.

He smirked against your lips, then pulled those fingers out as much as he wanted to toy with you a little, because he knew time was running out.

He pulled his shorts down halfway and his cock sprung free. Your eyes slightly widened when you saw it again. You somewhat forgot how big he actually was until it was proudly displayed, and you licked your lips without realizing it.

“You really do deserve this dick shoved down your throat, but there’s another place I want to put it right now.” He whispered heavily as he pulls back and picks you up, sitting himself down on the bench with you straddling him.

Your hands instinctively found his shoulders as he held his shaft, positioning himself right where he’d been dying to be before he used his other hand to hold your hip, lowering you down until you felt him in the pit of your stomach.

That familiar sting upon first contact made you moan out, but it was overpowered by his breathy sigh the second he felt your walls squeezing him with that same, hard grip that he hadn’t stopped thinking about since the last time.

He angled his hips to see just how deep he could push himself in and watched as your eyes instantly rolled back, teeth biting hard on your lower lip, so hard you’d probably draw blood in a second.

He watched you carefully as he angled his hips, slowly thrusting deeper. His brows knitted together as soon as you started meeting his thrusts halfway, and the slow, fluid motions quickly turned into harsh snaps of his hips as soon as your head fell against his shoulder.

“You’re unbelievably tight right now” he groans out, wrapping his arms tightly around your back. “Squeezing the fucking life out of me, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered at the use of the pet name that had been running through your mind for a week now. The simplest of names that made your whole body tingle.

His hips thrusted upwards and you did your best to keep up with the pace, but he was merciless. He wasn’t planning on slowing down and all you could do was hold onto him and let him take you on this wild ride, just how he wanted.

His lips latched to your neck, finding that spot below your ear that shot a blaze through your whole body. He felt your nails raking his shoulders as his teeth grazed your skin. The sounds of skin harshly slapping and wet suctions was likely filling the hallway right outside but he didn’t give a fuck about it.

He pulled back to admire the fresh mark on your neck, his hot breaths puffing against the slick skin. “Gonna be hard to hide that” he smirked, letting his lips linger against your shoulder. “Know what else would be hard for you to hide, baby?” He slides down slightly and squares his feet for leverage. “Me putting my baby in you”

He felt your nails dig deeper into his skin, knowing you wanted to banter back but you were way too fucked out to do it. “How would you cover that one with one of your little lies? Stuck with me forever, cause you just can’t seem to leave me alone for some reason.”

He thrusted harder, reveling in the way you were trying with all your might to keep your voice down. “Feels like that’s exactly what you want, baby. Feels like you’re tryna drain me right now. I always knew it. Always knew you were just dying for me to fuck you senseless.”

You pulled back, dropping your head against his. His eyes stayed intently staring into yours, loving the way you just couldn’t seem to collect yourself in the slightest.

“No control over yourself now, huh? That smart ass mouth just doesn’t have anything to say when I’m shoving my cock up your tight little pussy. You just sit there and take it, cause that’s exactly what you’ve always wanted.”

You tipped your head back and screwed your eyes shut. You felt his lips brush against your collarbone as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, his teeth grazing your skin as he fucked into you with a force so strong you were unable to process anything except exactly what he wanted to hear.

“Fuck tyler” you moan out, grabbing a fistful of his hair in your hand, earning a groan to reverberate through his throat. “you don’t even know how good you feel right now!”

“Oh I know, baby” he smirks, “i can feel it”

You dropped your head back down, lips parted and puffy before he crashed his into them, before pulling back slowly.

“Harder, please” you whimpered.

With that, he angled his hips more and thrusted even deeper, knocking his tip against your cervix with each push in, and it was only moments before your whole entire body was quaking, fingers trembling and thighs shaking as you arched your back and let that high power through you.

“Fuck you’re so hot when your coming on my dick, baby. So fucking gorgeous letting me fuck you senseless. Taking me like a good girl, no tears this time” he groans, rocking you through the high as his own quickly creeps up on him.

You collapse against him and he just holds you tighter, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he fucks into you a little slower, knowing how overly sensitive you probably were, but fast enough to still keep you a moaning, whimpering mess for him.

“So good for me, every fucking time. Coming on my cock like you’re supposed to, letting me fill that tight little pussy while you take every last drop. Can’t wait til my come is dripping down your thighs in the ring. Hope the cameras don’t catch that, or else your little secret is gonna be out for the world to know, not just your little friends.”

You moaned against his shoulder when you felt his cock twitch, before that familiar warmth engulfed you. His arms tightened, his hips stuttered and hot, heavy breaths were puffed out against your neck before he pushed himself all the way in, and gave two extra thrusts for good measure.

Once he slid out; you realized you were fucked. You attempted to stand but he had you by the arm to steady you the second he saw you wobble on your feet.

You glared at him, but ended up smirking instead.

“Your match is in, like, ten minutes” he tells you as he pulls up his shorts. “I’ll be watching you struggle from the viewing room. Can’t wait to see how you try to hide the fact that you just got throughly fucked backstage.”

You pulled your shorts up and shot him another look, attempting to fix your hair but you could feel the tangles and knots all throughout it.

“I would go find some make up for that neck, too, unless you just want to let the world know I’m fucking the shit out of you, in which case, I’m not really opposed to that.” He shrugs with that sly smile plastered to his lips.

“I bet you would love that.” You bite back, doing what you can manage to make yourself decent.

“I would really love it, actually.” He grins, and that’s when you shake your head as you back up towards the door.

“Never gonna happen. I need to go figure out how to hide this shit on my neck, again.”

He sits back down in the same spot on the bench he was just fucking you, and can’t help but feel prideful once again at that remark.

“There’s no point, yn. We both know I’ll just give you more next time.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped out the room, but didn’t realize it would’ve been smarter if he stepped out first to make sure nobody was around and caught you leaving the men’s locker room with fresh hickeys all over your neck.

Unfortunately your brain was a little scrambled but it was fully aligned once again when you came face to face with your ex, Daniel.

“Uh, hi” you awkwardly greeted him, stepping away from the door as if you didn’t just walk right out of the room itself.

He eyed you, then the door behind you. “Why are you coming out of the men’s locker room?” He asked, and that’s when his eyes lingered down to the fresh marks on your neck you weren’t smart enough to hide sooner. “Yn, are those hickeys?”

You could see the flash of pain strike his eyes and looked down at your feet to avoid it.

“What the fuck?!” He spat, a little louder than you wished he’d be. “You’re just going around fucking people now?! That fast?! Are you fucking kidding me?! Who the fuck are you with?!”

He tried to step around you but you moved to the side to stop him. “It’s none of your business Daniel, we’ve been done for a while now.” You tried to be gentle about it but he was evidently hurt and, probably really angry.

“A month, yn. A month isn’t that long. You’re already spreading your legs and all I’ve done is try to get you back!”

“I am not just going around spreading my legs!” You snapped, “and I don’t want to get back with you! I told you that! I-“

Right before you could finish that sentence, you heard the door creek open behind you, and you couldn’t help but to screw your eyes shut.

“Wait” Daniel pieces it all together when he sees Tyler standing behind you, his hair a wild mess, more than the usual. “This guy?! Are you fucking serious?! You told me you couldn’t stand him!”

“She lied.” Tyler piped up, stepping closer until you felt his body heat lingering against your back. “Get over it.”

Daniels eyes darkened, Tyler’s eyes narrowed, and you felt the sliceable tensions escalating.

Daniels eyes adverted back down to you, pure disbelief scattered throughout. “Everyone was right about you.” He scoffs coldly. “You’re nothing but a fucking whore.”

As soon as he said that, you felt Tyler brush right past you, moving you out the way before the sound of knuckles to a bone filled your ears and Daniel was sliding down the wall.

“Tyler! What the fuck!” You shout, grabbing him by the arm to pull him back.

He spun around with flames in his dark eyes, his cheeks red and splotchy. “Don’t let that stupid motherfucker talk to you like that!” He spat, his teeth gritting afterwards.

“You can’t just punch him in the face like that!” You shout back, watching as he glances over at Daniel, and the smears of blood over his busted lip. Tyler avoided you, turning to face him instead.

“Count your blessings shes here, or you’d be chewing on your teeth right now.” He pointed down at the injured man before he eyed you over, and headed down the hall. You didn’t have the time to make sure Daniel was okay nor did you now have the chance to stop by hair and makeup to cover those worsening marks on your neck, so you really wanted to scream at Tyler for that but, no time for that either.

You did your best to make yourself presentable as you raced to the gorilla. Tyler had just gotten himself comfortable in the viewing room when your music hit. He watched with a smirk as you walked out, hair an absolute mess and those hickeys so prominent against your skin.

You tried to keep your hair over your shoulders to cover them but it was absolutely no use once you stepped in the ring. The only good thing about that match was the fact that you were gonna win, and you wished you could see Tyler’s face when you do, but that was the last thing you should’ve been thinking about.

He kept his fist over his mouth to hide the smirk since there were a few others in the room with him. But he couldn’t help it. He absolutely loved the fact that you’d just gotten fucked by him and had to drag yourself out to the ring immediately after. Rocking Daniels shit was the cherry on top of the worlds tastiest cake to him, even though he was sure he’d be hearing about it later.

You felt an ache on your inner thigh when your opponent kicked you. You knew exactly why you were so sore but again, you weren’t supposed to be thinking about that. You didn’t have time to shower, obviously, so you still felt Tyler dripping out of you, and all it was doing was making you want to call this whole match off and go find him immediately.

In other words, you were fucked. Figuratively and literally.

As soon as you got the three count and secured your first win in a while, Tyler got up from the couch and headed right out the door. You took a little bit of time flaunting around the ring but not as long as you usually would have. You wanted to get off the camera as soon as you could.

You sped up the ramp and through the tunnel, rounding the corner to find Tyler leaning against the wall with a bit of a softer smile on his face.

“Congrats, it’s about time you beat someone’s ass.” He pushed himself off the wall and you shot him a daring glare as you kept walking. “How was that match? Looked like you were struggling a little bit.” He chuckled, and you felt that wetness seeping into the fabric of your panties once again. Just his voice, for some strange reason, did unspeakable things to you.

But you managed to force past that as you kept heading down the hall, aiming to go straight to the showers, alone this time.

“You know you really hurt Daniel?” You snapped when you came up to the doors. Tyler’s brows knitted together and a look of sudden annoyance played on his face like you hadn’t seen before. “And I think you should apologize.”

He sarcastically laughed at that, shaking his head. “That’s never gonna happen, yn. He disrespected you, remember? Why are you even defending him right now? He called you a whore.”

“He was hurt cause he still loves me, and I don’t blame him for that.” You crossed your arms over your chest as you watched his eyes narrow.

“So that makes it okay that he disrespected you like that? Just because the dude is still in love with you? Nah, I don’t play that shit. He’s lucky I didn’t break his neck, honestly. He should be thanking you for that.”

You stared back into his fired up eyes, unable to speak when he took a step closer, like always. That affect he had on you was probably eternal at this point. In this lifetime and the next, you’d most likely always be putty in his hands.

“Are you still in love with him or something?” He asked, sliding his tongue over his plump lips as he eyed you with skepticism evident.

“No.” You honestly admitted, holding his stare.

“Then why are you so upset with me? I defended you, cause you clearly weren’t gonna do it yourself.”

You clamped your mouth shut when you realized that he wasn’t lying. He did defend your honor but you didn’t expect it.

He watched your face soften. Those piercing eyes rounded out and your hands fell to your sides as you stared up at him.

“Exactly.” He eyed you over when you said nothing more. You sighed and looked over at the door, remembering the shower you desperately needed. Tyler took a step back, as if he could read you mind. He turned the knob and pushed the door opened for you, but he didn’t step in after.

Part of you wanted him to but, even though he fucked you senseless less than two hours prior, you were too hesitant to ask. He nodded before he closed the door behind him, leaving you standing there with a million thoughts rushing through your head.

You took a glance at yourself in the mirror and noticed just how dark those patches had gotten on your neck. Your finger roamed over them and you winced at the sting, but it was nothing but a reminder of those moments with him.

You couldn’t even shower without having the images of the two of you attack your mind. It’s all you were thinking about since the first time he touched you and you couldn’t even fight it.

You stood there as the water cascaded down over your sore body, thinking solely about his hands gripping your hips. Flashing back to the moment like it happened just a few minutes ago, and you can’t help but remember all the sweet nothings he whispered when he was trying to get that high to sky lengths.

All the times he called you baby, for some reason just won’t stop replaying in your mind and the weird sensations that it brings just keep getting stronger the harder you try to fight against it.

You knew it from the very first time you felt something ignite for him and only him. If he ever got his hands on you, you’d be addicted, and like addiction tends to creep up on people, snatching them when they least expect it, so did he to you.

You’ve never craved another man’s touch quite like this. There was no justification for it. You just simply wanted him every time you remembered his lips on yours. It was nearly impossible to fight, which is why you ended up in the locker rooms earlier but, at what cost? The man you spent so much time trying to hate is quickly becoming your greatest weakness.

You sighed as you stepped out the shower and wrapped the towel around you, tucking it tight so it stayed clasped. The locker room was just one over so you weren’t worried about it anyway, that was until you stepped out and heard Tyler’s voice a little ways down the hall.

Turning around, you spotted him leaned up against the wall talking to some girl you didn’t even recognize. His eyes found yours but only for a second before he gave her his attention again, a wide and toothy grin on his face.

You suddenly felt rage like you hadn’t before boiling over and did your best not to show it, but when you watched her fingers trace the cross on his neck, you had to get away immediately.

You closed the door behind you and threw your clothes down on the bench. You had a million and one thoughts running through your mind and they all consisted of him. He saw you watching him and didn’t make an effort to even try to hide that cocky ass grin on his face.

You made quick work at throwing some sweats and a t-shirt on but as soon as you stepped back out in the hallway, they were both gone. The first thing you thought was him taking her to the shower room, or the locker room or wherever else he thought about.

It was enough to make your whole entire body buzz with anger and the best thing you could do was get out of that arena before you made an absolute fool of yourself.

And as much as you knew you had no solid ground to stand on, because you and Tyler were absolutely nothing but two people who randomly fucked a time or two, you still found yourself unable to control the questions that kept buzzing around your brain that he absolutely needed to be asked so, at midnight, after your intrusive thoughts got the best of you, you knocked on his hotel door.

He opened it with hair wildly disheveled, no shirt and sweatpants sitting dangerously low on his hips. He looked a little taken back to see you standing there but he knew exactly why you had those rosy red cheeks and fiery eyes to match.

“Am I interrupting anything?” You quipped, and watched as he shook his head and opened his door wider. To you, he looked like he just got hands ran all through his hair and that thought alone was making your stomach coil.

You slowly stepped in and eyed him before you glanced around his room, looking for the signs that someone else was in here but, no woman’s clothes or pieces of jewelry were anywhere to be found.

You heard the door softly shut and turned to face him, arms crossed tightly over your chest as he walked over to you, holding that smirk you wished you really had enough hatred to slap right off of his face.

“What’s got you all fired up?” He asks, knowing good and well what it was but he really just wanted to hear you say it. Then maybe he would admit that he had that all planned out the entire time.

“I’m not.” You blurt, glaring at him. “I just wanted to-“

“Wanted to what? See if I was fucking her?” He stepped closer, tilting his head like he always does when he tries to read right through you, which was becoming way easier now that you finally let your guard down.

“Who was she?” You retaliate, watching his lips tip upwards once more.

“A friend.” He chuckles before he brushes past you, making his way back over to his bed.

“A friend?” You repeated. “Didn’t look like she was a friend.”

“Well, she is.” He shrugged as he sat down on the edge of the bed. “No reason for you to be jealous.” He smirked.

“I’m not jealous.” You rapidly spat back. “But you just fucked me not even two hours before you were basically eye fucking her!”

He shook his head as he ran his hand through his hair. “You sound pretty fucking jealous to me.”

You felt your cheeks burning when he looked back up at you with those amused eyes. He loved everything about this back and forth shit and you knew it, but you just couldn’t fight against it. Secretly, you loved it too. You just hoped he couldn’t tell.

“Don’t you know by now that if you want to fuck me, all you really have to do is say that?” He chuckles lowly, holding his hands out on each side, which felt like an invitation you were dying to accept but, you stayed with feet practically nailed to the floor.

“Haven’t I shown you I’m a pretty willing participant?” He smirked. Having way too much fun with your anger at the moment.

“Willing participant?” You repeated those words. “More like the one who begs for it.”

That’s when you watched the corner of his mouth slide up with a gleam in his dark eyes you recognized all too well.

“No baby, you’re the one who begs. Remember?” He stands up, but you’re so caught off guard by the use of the pet name he only ever called you in the act. Before you realize anything else, he’s standing right in front of you with not even a centimeter of space between.

“Or do you need a reminder?” His hot breath fans over your lips before you feel his fingers hooking under the waistband of your sweatpants, and just like before, you’re fucked all over again.

His lips land on yours and you feel him pulling you towards the bed, but you’re so lost in the moment you don’t even realize it until your back lands on the mattress and your legs involuntarily spread wide, allowing space for him between.

Your fingers tangle up in his hair as his tongue rhythmically dances over yours and in the midst of it all you can feel his hardening bulge beneath the thin fabric of his sweats pressing hard against your inner thigh.

Once again you were in full desperation, suddenly so needy as you whimpered against his lips and he loved it. He leaned back on his knees and took a second to admire his view of you, laying underneath him with pretty puffy lips and purple marks all over your neck. He could’ve taken a picture and put it on a billboard proudly.

He slid your sweats down to your ankles and slung them across the floor before he made his way back up your body, needy and desperate himself but he was doing a good job at hiding it.

He slid some hair out your face and made sure you were looking dead in his eyes when he whispered, “If we do this again, you’re mine. No more games. I’m done playing. You win.”

You were suddenly taken back at the words that seemed more like a verbal commitment but you couldn’t even take the time to think about them when his lips latched to yours once again, but so much slower this time. So much more passion emitted that it was rather undeniable.

Your head was nearly spinning when he pulled back and waited for your eyes to flutter open.

“All mine.” He breathlessly muttered, rubbing his thumb over your lip. “This.” He said, before he roamed that hand down to your aching core, just barely grazing your clit with the pad of his fingertip. “This.” He added, then he brought that hand right back up, snaking it around your neck, making your eyes roll back instantly. “This, too. You’re all mine.”

Even if you thought about objecting, you wouldn’t have been able to. You felt him applying that slight pressure and it had your cheeks flaming immensely. His lips collided with yours once again as strained moans got lost somewhere within his mouth, before he let go of your neck and grabbed himself instead, gliding his tip over your drenched cunt before he pushed in without a single warning.

“Oh my God” you gasped out, your head lifting from the pillows. Eyes caught his as he pushed himself all the way in and held himself there, allowing you a minute to adjust like he typically did before he slowly pulled back out of you halfway, and pushed in once more.

Your head fell back against the pillows again and his fell to your shoulder, low grunts and heavy sighs being muffled by your skin as he rocked into you, but not nearly as rough and rigid as the times before. His thrusts were smooth and languid, easy for you to meet them halfway as you arched your hips off the mattress, just to feel him hit as deep as he could possibly go.

“Feel so fucking incredible baby, every single time my dick gets buried in you, I swear it just keeps getting better and better.” He heavily whispered against you before he picked his head back up, resting his forehead to yours.

That gold cross bounced off of your lips with each deep push and pull of his hips, and when he leaned up on his elbows, you hooked your finger through the chain to pull him back down to your lips again.

He hummed against you, his mouth opening slightly when he felt you clenching around him.

“Fuck you’re killing me, baby. You know that? Gonna be the fucking death of me.”

You let a high moan rip through your lips when he sped up, pulling back and crashing into you with a strength that had you clawing scars all down his back. You felt his muscles flex beneath your fingertips and a low groan fly into the air when he felt those nails breaking skin.

“You like that, don’t you baby? You like when I’m rough with you. You want to be fucked like a little slut? Well, I got you.”

You were flipped over within a split second, your face pressed against the pillows as he lifted your hips and slammed into you again. Your high pitched moans were muffled by the pillow, but he wanted to hear them better.

“Nah, pick your head up and let me hear how good it feels.” His hand tangled up in your disheveled locks as he snatches your head back, fucking into you so hard you couldn’t keep from letting his name bounce off the walls.

“That’s right baby, fuck these people. Make them hear you scream my name all fucking night long.”

He was no good for you at that point. All the coaxing only made you louder. You couldn’t help it even if you tried, but you gave up that fight when he repeatedly pounded your sweet spot, making your sweet juices drip down onto the bedsheets.

“Such a good girl, always so wet and tight and ready for me to fuck you.” He groaned above you, before he folded over your body and let go of your hips. You couldn’t help but to collapse against the bed and didn’t mind it. His hand snaked beneath your stomach and made its way down to your clit, feeling your walls bear down the second he started rubbing circles over it.

“Don’t- don’t stop” was all you could manage through the broken moans and whimpers. He obliged to your plea, continuing to rock into you while his finger rubbed rotations against your clit, but his other hand found it’s way back up to your neck, wrapping around it as he turned your head to face him.

“Look me in the eyes when you come on my dick, understand me?” He demanded, and all you could do was nod as tears pricked the corners of your eyes. He noticed, but this time, he didn’t say anything. His lips locked with yours and his teeth sank down into your bottom lip, pulling it back before he let it go.

You felt his finger speed up, along with those thrusts and the quick arising warmth swirling through your lower stomach each time he hit that one spot only he was ever able to. He felt you clench down, felt your body stiffen beneath him and he didn’t miss a beat.

“So fucking gorgeous” he muttered under his breath as his hips kept rocking against you. He buried himself deep, making sure you felt him filling you all the way, and judging by the sounds flying through your mouth, he succeeded at that.

“Like it deep, don’t you?” He mused before he pushed himself even deeper, earning a stinging sensation at first, before it quickly morphed into something extraordinary.

You were too fucked out, as usual and he could tell. He applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck all the while his fingers spun rapid circles over your clit and it was then that he felt your entire body quake, your walls once again sucking him right back in and holding him there with a vice grip that made his elbows tremble against the mattress.

“Look at me” he demanded, even though your eyes were fluttering, you managed. His lips were parted and puffier than usual, hair stuck to his skin and wildly spread across his forehead. He only gave you a second to glance before he couldn’t help himself and had to taste you again.

His lips collided with yours as that high powered through you, taking you and throwing your limp body into a complete bottomless pit of euphoria. The low moans that got lost from his mouth to yours were making your head spin wildly out of control but his tongue lingering around yours was somehow keeping you locked in the moment, hypersensitive to every little move he made.

You felt a rush of warmth spill out of you just as he pulled his hips back. There were drenched spots underneath you on the sheets and when he leaned back up on his knees he looked down, pretty proudly at that.

You felt his finger collecting some of the salty liquids, yours mixed with his and spread it all along your folds with a smirk plastered on his face, especially when your body jerked from the featherlight touch.

“Don’t think I’ve seen that from you before.” He said as he wraps his hands underneath your thighs and turns you over.

“What?” You asked, glancing down between your legs to see the massive wet spot taking up almost half of that side of the bed.

You glanced back at him and that proud look on his face and couldn’t help but to roll your eyes at that arrogance you were sure was permanently a part of him.

He made his way back up, placing a kiss to your forehead tenderly, which caught you off guard but you didn’t object to it.

“From now on, I’m gonna be aiming to make you come that hard.” He whispers before he rolls onto his side and turns you to face him. You felt his arm lazily drape over your hip and his fingers absentmindedly traced little circles on your lower back.

“That’s if this ever happens again” your smart mouth was brought right back and he could’ve expected that much, but again, it just doesn’t phase him. He leaned in and placed another gentle kiss to your lips, basically telling you to stop talking in the nicest way possible before he pulled you into his chest.

When you let your arm wrap around him, he let an easy smile spread across his lips, but you were tracing the new tattoo on his chest, so you didn’t see it.

“If I wake up alone in the morning, I’m coming to fuck you all over again, so you might as well stay the night with me.” He barely muttered as his face melted into the pillow.

“Is that your way of saying you want morning sex, too?” You teased, but felt those strong arms tightening around you.

“That’s my way of saying I want morning sex every morning when I wake up next to you from now on.”

#hook aew #aew hook #hook imagine #hook x reader #tyler senerchia #hook nation rise #hook #send hook #aew dynamite

[jayrlz]

STACY’S MOM – JAY

( but it’s actually her dad )

warnings : u literally crush on ur bffs dad, jay + daddy issues wbk, very suggestive

listen to : stacy’s mom by fountains of wayne

part 2 !

your phone binged and the screen opened thanks to the notification received.

“ wanna come over and sit by the pool? ”

it wrote under stacy’s contact.

how can i make this about her dad without making it about her dad, you thought.

well, you obviously couldn’t. what were you gonna do? ask if mr. park was going to be there? that’s the weirdest thing you could possibly ask over text.

so instead, you called her.

“ what’s up, you can’t make it? ” her voice spoke on the other line, clearly confused on why you couldn’t text her.

“ i’m getting ready right now, is mr park gonna be there? ” you asked, trying to make it less weird, causing it to be a lot weirder.

“ as in my dad? ”

“ how many mr parks do you know? my dad wants me to give him something. ” okay, that was a valid excuse which came in a record time; without the need of ‘um’s or ‘er’s.

“ oh, that makes sense. yup, he’s probably gonna join us in the pool for a bit, if you’re cool with that. hurry up, we wanna order take out! ” she said, and quickly hang up on you.

after putting on your swimsuit and a short summer dress, you rushed over to your friend’s house.

she probably saw you while she were sitting outside, since you didn’t even have to knock before the door opened.

except behind it, it wasn’t stacy.

of course, since the world hates you, and since stacy’s too lazy to get up herself and open the door, there stood her dad, smiling at you.

“ hey y/n, good to see you. ” he spoke, and you smiled back at him, hoping your face hadn’t turned fully red.

“ hi mr park! ” you said as he stepped aside, and playfully rolled his eyes.

“ i’ve already told you, there’s no need to call me ‘mr park’, you’re nineteen now. just call me jay. ” he said with a sly smile and you nodded, chuckling at his words.

you both walked to the pool, where the dark haired girl run up to you and gave you a hug. “ what’d you want to give to my dad? ”

okay, you totally forgot about that! great job!

both stacy and jay looked at expectedly for a good two seconds - that seemed like a year - as you tried to come up with an excuse.

“ ah, it must have been that screwdriver i let him borrow. i already told him he can keep it, sorry for the extra effort y/n, but you’ll have to take it straight back. ” he laughed and you nodded, as he then walked to the side.

before you knew it, stacy was dragging you to get in the pool, and you almost did, before you looked at mr park’s side.

there he was, slowly - or, it must have been your brain playing it at 0.5 - taking his shirt off, letting you see his ripped body.

you swore your mouth watered on the spot. he threw his shirt to the side, as he in a very model-like way pushed his hair back.

the sun which was previously hidden by some clouds appeared, causing the perfect golden hour effect to land on his beautiful face, highlighting all his angel-carved features.

your eyes shifted lower, and that’s when the clear lining on his swimwear made you gulp.

how big was this man’s dick exactly? you swore you’ve never seen-

“ y/n! ”

your friends voice caught you off guard, as you turned to look at stacy who was covered up to her neck with water by now.

“ are you daydreaming about my dad? ”

your heart dropped on the stop and you immediately opened your mouth to defend yourself, but it had gone dry.

“ geez i’m kidding, why’d your face drop? ” she laughed, “ come on in, what’s taking you so long? ”

and so you walked towards the small stairs, yet since you took ages to get in, mr par- jay had caught up with you.

he softly placed his arm on your waist as he looked at you, “ what’s taking you so long, y/n? scared it’s gonna be too big? ”

your eyes went wide and your cheeks got red at his words, “ s..sorry? what did you j..just ask me? ”

“ whether you thought it’d be too cold? ..did i say something wrong? ” he asked confused at your reaction.

you quickly peaked at stacy, scared she’d be able to tell something by your reaction as she knew you too well, yet luckily for you, she was practicing an underwater handstand ( which wasn’t going too well ) .

“ no, ” you nervously chuckled, “ i must have misheard you. ”

he chuckled with a small smirk,

“ you didn’t. ”

and with that he went in the pool.

#enhypen #enhypen angst #enhypen crack #enhypen drabbles #enhypen fic #enhypen fluff #enhypen humor #enhypen smut #jay enhypen #jay imagines #jay smut #jay x reader #jay fluff #jay crack #jay fic #jay headcanons #jay drabbles #jay daddy issues

[karahalloway]

Sleepless in New York: Sparks Fly Comic

I commissed this comic a few months ago -- from Chapter 2 of Sleepless in New York, capturing the moment that Drake lays eyes on Harper for the first time -- hoping that I'd have Sleepless in New York finished, and I could post this artwork to celebrate. Unfortunately, my summer ended up being quite busy and I've done basically no writing since the end of June 😢

So, I've decided that instead of sitting on this amazing work by @blueberryarts18 for an indeterminate amount of time, I'll just post it now so you can enjoy it while you wait for the next chapter of Sleepless (it started it a while ago and it's about half done, but no ETA on getting it finished atm, unfortunately...)

Thanks for bearing with me!

Extract of accompanying scene below the cut.

Extract from Chapter 2: Sparks Fly

Sliding into the booth, I drop my blazer next to me on the cracked and faded red faux-leather before pulling the laminated menu out of the metal holder that held the condiments and toothpicks.

Giving it a quick once-over, I home in on the burger options. There are three choices: Regular, Cheese or Deluxe. While the Deluxe – with its two patties, double cheese, and onion rings – did look promising, I wasn't feeling the bacon right now and I'd already psyched myself up for a plain ol' cheeseburger.

Maybe next time... If I ever found myself in this part of town again.

I feel my phone buzz in my pocket. Pulling it out, I see that it's a text from Bast, asking for an update. The guy really never slept...

I'm halfway through typing up a reply when I feel a presence next to me.

Flicking my eyes up, I'm expecting it to be the Slav again. But what I see instead makes me do an involuntary double take.

...holy shit!

The first thing I notice is her hair. It cascades down her shoulders in lose, honey and caramel waves, framing her delicate neck and heart-shaped face, stopping just above the swell of her breasts. Even in the dim light of the bar, it seemed to shine... like a nimbus of gold around her.

But what draw me in are her eyes. They are wide-set and almond-shaped, sitting beneath curved brows. In the low light, I can't tell what colour they are exactly... some kind of green or hazel. They meet mine with all the focused intensity of a laser sight, and I swear she sees right through me.

I have no clue how long I sit there, staring at her like an idiot.

Eye-catching girls were a dime a dozen in my world. Moving in the circles that I did with Chris, it was pretty much impossible to walk into any kind of room that wasn't filled to the brim with beautiful, well-dressed and self-assured women.

So, it wasn't so much the fact that she was stunning that had caught me off guard.

But it sure as hell added to the overall effect! Because... damn.

I've always had a thing for cherry bomb blondes. And this one...? Straight up eight. Maybe even a nine. The unflattering waitress uniform she had on didn't reveal much in the way of her body, so it was a bit of a hard call to make. But there was no question about it — she was hotter than the Fourth of July and way too goddamn fine to be working at a dive like this.

But beyond all that... There was a carefree genuineness to her that grabbed me instantly. It was the way her hip cocked slightly to the side as she rested her weight on one foot. The way the corner of her lips quirked up in a small, almost playful half-smile. The way her left brow arched inquisitively upwards. There were no masks or feigned emotions with this one – everything she thought, everything she felt, it was out there on full display. And she couldn't care less who saw it, much less what they thought of it.

In short? She was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

After what seems like a lifetime – which I damn well hope is merely a second or two, for the sake of my sanity — I see her smile falter slightly as she breaks the time stop by reaching up to brush her hair behind an ear.

"You...umm...ready to order?"

Fuck.

Even her voice was doing a number on me. It was warm and slightly husky, but still rang clear as a bell. She had some kind of Yankee accent — which region or state, though, I had no clue. The only times I really came Stateside was to go down to the ranch, so I couldn't differentiate between the various American accents as easily as I could the European ones. But it wasn't offensive by any means. If anything, it only added to her down-to-earth allure.

"Erm, yeah." I clear my throat. "Sure."

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#drake walker #harper gale #the royal romance #sleepless in new york #comic #trr au fanfic

[daegudrama]

Title: Route 613

Pairing: Reader/Namjoon, Reader/Yoongi, Reader/Vmin

Summary: Reader wants to be the very best Pokémon trainer there ever was. Her first stop in that journey is Paldea University home to a myriad of higher education. Still working to get over her ex boyfriend, Yoongi, reader forms new connections while making a few questionable decisions along the way. Each battle bringing her closer to the glory she's always dreamed of. Will she succeed in becoming champion or will outside forces stop her from achieving her goal?

Word Count: 5.3k

Disclaimer: Real life ages mean nothing in this fic. Refer here for ages and my shitty graphic

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Chapter 4

Jimin’s room is dark when you open your eyes. It takes you a moment to remember where you are and how you got here. There is nothing you want to do less than wake up and talk about this. Maybe that makes you a coward, but at this moment you don’t care. So you carefully move out from under Taehyung and Jimin’s arms until you can get off the bed. Still drunk, it takes pure skill to not fall over as you get dressed. 

Thankfully, you are able to get out of Jimin’s dorm without either of them waking up. You see a few texts from the girls but decide to answer them later. As long as you answer by morning no one will worry too much. Right now you just want to fall asleep in your own bed but, of course, fate isn’t on your side and your ex is sitting by the Uxie statue staring up at the stars. He looks closer to the man you were in love with. It’s almost like he’s going back to how he used to be. To others his face might seem expressionless, but you can see the subtle displeasure on his face. 

“Y/N, I thought you might be here soon.” Yoongi says, not looking directly at you. “Is what Yunjin said true?”

Your heart drops knowing there is only one thing that Yunjin could have told him about tonight. Why is she going around telling everyone what she saw? Especially your ex boyfriend. Does she have no common sense? You get that she thinks they are friends but that doesn’t mean she should go around spreading your business. No one else needs to know. The conversation you are going to have with her tomorrow is not going to be nice. 

“What did she tell you?” You ask standing in front of him waiting for him to look you in the eyes.

He pauses, squeezing his hands into fists on his thighs. Yoongi takes a deep breath and releases his tensed hands. He looks back to the stars trying to find words.

“Don’t make me say it.” He finally looks into your eyes. Absolute heartbreak is easily readable on his face and makes you want to scoff. Why is he still holding onto his feelings when he is to blame? You don’t give him what he wants because he lost that privilege a long time ago. After several almost painfully long seconds he says, “Did she catch you fucking Jimin and Taehyung?”

Has he forgotten the time since he left? Where does he get off thinking this is something he gets an opinion on? He is the last person in the world that should be talking to you about this. Yoongi knows all too well that he doesn’t deserve to know, but he’s worried about you. Behind the layers of what he had to do is immeasurable regret. He knows there is a chance he could do everything in his power and still never be able to hold you like he used to. But if there is any chance at all of course he is going to try. 

“Yes, and it was so fucking fun!” You emphasize the last three words wanting to throw it in his face. If he’s going to act like this he deserves it. “I don’t see how that’s any of your business, though.”

“Who are you turning into?” His tone sounds disgusted but his face stays fairly neutral. 

That comment enrages you to the point you are wondering why you are even entertaining this conversation. Maybe, you should walk away but you don’t. Drunk words spout from your mouth without a second to think about them. 

“I’m not turning into anything!” Your irritation is clear in your tone. “We can’t stay 17 forever, Yoongi. You decided to break up with me and now you need to deal with that. My life didn’t just stop because you left, but it did stop being your business when you left me.”

“Y/N, I never wanted to leave you.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes letting your head fall back. How many times is he going to say that before he tells you what happened? This is ruining your night. What is happening right now is exactly what you were trying to get away from tonight. Why would you be able to go a night without thinking of Yoongi? That’s far too much to ask apparently.

“Okay, then tell me what you were ‘protecting’ me from.” You cross your arms over your chest after curving your fingers into air quotes around the word protecting. 

His head falls into his hands and he takes a deep breath. Yoongi’s fingers pull at his hair before he straightens up and answers you.

“I was really ready to tell you everything, but I can’t anymore. Things aren’t as simple as they used to be.” It seems like every time he’s talking to you it's something to this effect. You want closure so it will be easier to stop thinking about him, but he won’t provide you with that. “I had to leave, it wasn't my choice.”

“If I really meant something to you, you wouldn’t be acting like this.”

His face falls and you can clearly see how deeply those words hurt him. With that you walk away listening to the way he continues to call your name. You ignore him and he doesn’t follow you. While you are glad he doesn’t, it makes you wonder how much he truly cares. 

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Loud banging on your door wakes you up in the morning. Sunlight is streaming through your window. You get up far too fast and feel dizzy from the way your head is pounding. A glimpse of messy hair and clothes not in the right place catches your attention as you walk to the door. Whoever is out there better have a really good reason. This is so not what you need right now. 

“Y/N!” Hiyyih calls from the other side of the door.

Relief floods your body knowing you don’t have to face Jimin and Taehyung just yet. Hiyyih would let you know if she is here with someone else. You unlock the door and let it swing open to reveal a Hiyyih who looks to be in no better shape than you. 

She is holding two cups of coffee and doesn’t even say hi before walking into your room. Hiyyih takes a long drink of her coffee before sitting down on your couch. You close the door before joining Hiyyih on the couch. She hands you the second coffee and you gratefully take a sip. 

“I’m so sorry for ditching you last night.” You say once you’ve swallowed the delicious coffee she chose. When did she learn your coffee order? “I’m not someone who does that.”

“Don’t worry about that. I was fine.” Hiyyih waves the thought off. “I’m more worried about how you are doing.”

You recount what happened last night leaving out the graphic details. If she wants those you are sure she’ll ask later. She listens carefully without interruption. Her eyebrows scrunch together when you mention leaving Jimin’s dorm. Was that not the right move? Should you have stayed there until the morning?

“Then when I got back to the courtyard Yoongi was sitting by the fountains. Yunjin told him what she saw. He asked me who I was turning into and spouted some shit about how he never wanted to leave me. Then I decided that was enough and came back here.”

“Fuck him.” Hiyyih says face falling into a scowl. She takes a deep breath before continuing. “Don’t let him make you feel bad just because he can’t get two hot guys in one night.”

The two of you laugh even though you know Yoongi could if he wanted. He just doesn’t want anyone but you and that could be turning into a major issue. Why couldn’t he have just stayed away? It would be one less thing for you to stress over. 

“What am I going to do about that? I can’t pretend it didn’t happen.”

For a moment just the sound of Hiyyih sipping her coffee fills the room. She is thinking of how she can help you. Sleeping with your friends is definitely not the smartest idea you’ve had. Especially, one who is in the same club with you and your ex. Maybe sticking by Hiyyih’s side all night would’ve been a much easier night, but it wouldn’t have been quite as thrilling.

“Do you want to do it again?”

You contemplate the question. It was fun and felt incredible but you wonder if someone else could make you feel the same way. Who knows if they would even want to do that again. You aren’t even sure if it’s something you want. Sober you never would have done that.  

“I think I would rather stay just their friend. They seem more into each other anyways.” 

This doesn’t surprise Hiyyih. You’ve all seen them kiss each other. Trying to understand their relationship will just give you a headache. That is not something you particularly want to be involved with. 

“Just tell them that. I have a feeling they won’t be offended.” Hiyyih pats your shoulder before standing up with a sympathetic look. “I’ll let you deal with that. I’m going to walk with Riot.”

“Have fun.” You say then take a drink of your coffee. 

Riot is Hiyyih’s Sableye who she’s had for just over a year. She takes her pokemon for walks often and more often than not that leads to some wild battles. It’s a nice adventure for both of them. That is something you want to do more of in the coming months. 

Your stomach grumbles so you reach for the basket of treats Namjoon gave you. After opening a piece of chocolate you see a note poking up from the bottom. You pull it out carefully, unfolding it to look at Namjoon’s easy to read handwriting. 

Y/N,

Happy Halloween! I hope you have fun tonight! I really enjoy the time I get to spend with you so sorry for being a little MIA this week. I’m always available if you need another study buddy or someone to show you the best places to swim with your pokemon. I know you’ve been having a hard time lately but that doesn’t mean you aren’t a great trainer. Battle Strategy majors usually have a harder time acclimating than other students. You can do this!

Namjoon 🌱

A smile creeps onto your face and you laugh at the way you feel your cheeks flushing. Namjoon is sweet beyond comparison and is picking up on the things you aren’t even talking to him about. The tiny sprout he drew next to his name makes you smile even wider. How can a man so tall and handsome be so endearing at the same time?

You think about sending Namjoon a text but decide on a shower first. Maybe a nice long shower will help you sort out the events of Halloween. Last night replays in your mind as you try to scrub away your hangover. Was walking into that side room the best idea you’ve ever had? Probably not, but it was one of the best spontaneous things you’ve ever done. People tell you often that you need to relax more and maybe they are right. If you spend too much time worrying about your decisions it will distract you from what you came here to do. The sooner you confront the situation the better.  

What surprises you even more than your spontaneity is that you stood up to Yoongi. Maybe you are changing, but that’s not a bad thing like he makes it seem. When it comes to your ex you usually walk away from situations like that. It's not that you don’t want to confront him; a lot of the time you want to scream until he gives you the answers you want. Walking away is less emotional baggage for everyone so that’s what you do most of the time. Keeping the peace, you guess. He is making it difficult to do that. So straightly telling him how you are feeling is the only way to show him how little you want him around. 

Someone begins pounding on your door as you are slipping into sweatpants. Your hair is wrapped up in a towel and you wish you could go back to sleep. A sigh leaves your mouth as you amble towards the door. If you had to guess, Jimin and Taehyung are on the other side of the door. Your suspicion is confirmed when you hear Taehyung speak. 

“Maybe she’s still sleeping. Let’s just go.”

You pull the door open just as Taehyung is beginning to drag Jimin away. They both turn their eyes towards you. They both look you up and down but no one says a word as they silently file into your room. They sit on either side of your couch and you sit in between them. Just like last night. 

“I don’t know how to start this conversation.” Jimin mutters before continuing a little louder. “Let me just get straight into how I feel.”

“Okay.” You say when he doesn’t immediately continue. 

Taehyung squirms in his seat like he’s uncomfortable in this situation. To be honest, you would rather be stung by a Beedrill than to be having this conversation. But you don’t want to lose them as your friends so you need to have this conversation. 

“I had a really good time last night. Like probably the best threesome I’ve ever had and I would do it again…” Your cheeks flush at his words but you also feel a sense of pride. Though he hasn’t told you directly about his other experiences you are sure they are numerous. He pauses and you know there's another part to that sentence. 

“I’m sensing a but?” You question watching Jimin’s face pinch up as if he’s anxious to let all his thoughts out. 

“Yes there’s a but.” Jimin runs a hand through his hair. “But as hot as you are and as hot as that was I would rather have you as my friend than let things get out of hand.” 

So it was good enough that they would want to have sex with you again, but they don’t want you to catch feelings. You might be offended if it wasn’t Jimin and Taehyung. Part of you knows they mean any one of you could get carried away. 

“I agree with Jimin, being with you was really good but how Jimin and I do things doesn’t work for everyone or even most people.” Taehyung says, fiddling with his navy blue sweatpants, only briefly making eye contact with you when saying how good it was. “It can be confusing for other people and we don’t want to lead you on in any way.”

Jimin and Taehyung care about your feelings. It’s lucky you ended up with them last night instead of someone random. If you ever decide to do something like this again you’ll have a better perspective because they aren’t afraid to talk this out with you. 

“I’m sorry for sneaking out on you. I know that probably made you think I regretted having sex with you, but I really don’t. Honestly, it’s the most fun I’ve had in months.” You let the words tumble from your mouth before you can regret them and both of their shoulders visibly relax at your words. You let your vulnerable feelings out trusting they won’t use them against you. “I needed a minute to process alone. Before you two Yoongi was the only person I’d ever been with. So, I don’t really know how to do this.” 

“Really?” Taehyung questions placing a hand on your shoulder in his shock. “Honestly I never would have known. You really know what you’re doing.”

Your hands cover your face suddenly shy from the compliment. Taehyung squeezes your shoulder giggling at the effect his words have. Hearing those words from him really boosts your confidence. Of course, Yoongi has told you many times how much he enjoys how you can make him feel, but it feels entirely different hearing it from someone else. It would’ve been more worrying to you if you couldn’t make Yoongi crazy. To this day you know him better than you know anyone else in this world.   

“It’s funny that you’re being shy now like my dick wasn’t in your mouth a few hours ago.”

“JIMIN!” You and Taehyung shriek in unison, heads whipping towards him. 

Jimin laughs so hard he doubles over and falls off of your couch. When he straightens up, getting back on the couch, a worried look crosses his face. 

“Did Yunjin say anything to anyone?”

“Unfortunately.” You sigh deeply leaning your head back against the cushion. That’s another conversation you are going to have to deal with later. It would be easy for you to stop talking to her if she wasn’t Chaewon’s girlfriend. Not that you don’t like her. You believe she is a genuinely good person and that she isn’t intentionally causing you problems. Her friendship with Yoongi just complicates things. It’s shitty she said something to him but as drunk as she was you might have done the same thing. “Yoongi was waiting by the fountain when I came back.”

Taehyung and Jimin rush to comfort you. One arm from each man wraps around your shoulder and they scooch closer. Your heart reacts stupidly, but it makes sense it would beat wildly with handsome boys touching you. 

“Are you okay? What did he say?” Jimin asks, rubbing his small fingers into your shoulder.

“Do we need to fight him?” Taehyung asks no hint of a joke in his tone. 

“Tae no! You are not fighting my ex.” You lean forward letting them rub your back as you explain what happened. Unlike Hiyyih they don’t stay quiet. Before you can get to the part about him saying he never wanted to leave you they interrupt with their thoughts. 

“What does he mean, who are you turning into? Please, don’t let his words get to you. He doesn’t deserve to make you feel bad when he’s the one who left you.” Jimin says, clasping your chin for just a second to make you look into his eyes. 

“Yeah! He’s just being a jealous dickhead.” Taehyung replies with much less grace than Jimin and you look towards him almost laughing. “You are allowed to express your desires however you please and that’s none of his business.”

“Thank you, now if you’ll let me continue…” You carry on to tell them how you stood up to him and they pat our back proudly. You end with something you didn’t say to Hiyyih. “I don’t want to believe he’s being malicious in not telling me because I’ve loved him for so long. There must be a reason. He is not the kind of person that does this.” 

“If he tells you then he tells but wondering and worrying about it when he says he can’t tell is only going to hurt and distract you.” Jimin says softly and it’s exactly what you need to hear at this moment. 

“You’re right.” You stand removing the towel wrapped around your head. “Let’s get some food before I talk to Yunjin.”

They nod, pulling out their phones to keep themselves occupied while you change. Several minutes later you are dressed in a light sweater and blue jeans with freshly blow dried hair. 

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You finally look at your phone after lunch and see a few messages from Yunjin. She’s apologizing but wants to see you in person so she can do it properly. After Taehyung and Jimin leave, you tell her to meet you on a bench between two buildings. 

“Y/N.” She says as soon as she approaches. Her long hair is tied up in a messy bun and she looks like she hasn’t slept all night. Yunjin takes a seat beside you and continues speaking. “I know you’re probably mad at me and I know what I did is really fucked up. I’m so sorry. I swear I didn’t seek out to tell him. He showed up and it slipped out when he asked where you were. I drank way too much and I feel awful about it.”

“I’m not mad at you.” You say not meeting her eyes. It’s the truth because there is no use being angry at her. Like you told Taehyung and Jimin you don’t think she did it to be a mean girl. “I think I probably would’ve done the same thing if I was that drunk. As much as I wish I could just go back to how my friendship with him used to be I can’t. It’s hard for me to think of him as a friend.”

“It’s not easy for him either.” She says softly. “I’ll try to be more considerate of everyone’s feelings. I really didn’t mean for anything to happen and Yoongi is sorry for what he said. He sent you some messages.” 

For a few moments you sit there in awkward silence before she bids you goodbye and walks away. You pull out your phone to look at the messages Yoongi sent you. 

He barely deserves a response in your mind so that’s all you give him. Lost without you is such a dramatic way to say he misses you. It seems like he’s doing just fine actually. He’s made friends and isn’t holed up in his room constantly as far as you know. You take a deep breath and try to clear your mind.

You continue to sit between the buildings as you answer more messages. Your mom wants photos of your costume and you send her the few you got with your friends. It takes you a moment to decide what to send to Namjoon. In the end you decide on a simple message then shove your phone into your pocket.  

Your feet lead you out of Mesagoza into the tall grass of the forest. For about an hour you switch between your pokemon letting them battle any wild pokemon you come across. They are enjoying the battles and get more confident as time passes. Just a little more time is spent focusing on Sriracha and Pixie. Since you haven’t been their trainer for very long more goes into battling with them.

Eventually you stumble across Hiyyih sitting on a large blanket with her pokemon playing close by. She turns when she hears the rustle of leaves under your feet. 

“How’d it go?” She asks patting the space next to her inviting you to sit down. 

“Better than I thought it would. It’s refreshing how willing they were to just talk about it instead of avoiding me.” 

You pause for a moment watching Riot push a shiny ball around. When you continue you tell her about the conversation you had with Yunjin and show her the messages from Yoongi. A sour look takes over Hiyyih’s face as if she had just smelled something nasty. 

“Lost without you.” Hiyyih scoffs and you can tell her mind is on the same track as yours. “Who does he think he is? If he really cared he would find a way to tell you whatever this big secret  is.”

“That’s what I’m saying!” You say throwing your hands up in frustration. “Sometimes I wish he had never come back.”

You release your pokemon from their balls and they cautiously start playing with Hiyyih’s pokemon. For several moments you watch the pokemon without a word. It’s peaceful to just sit here with Hiyyih after the chaos of last night and this morning. 

“Do you want to come home with me next week?” Hiyyih says, leaning back on her elbows letting her long hair flow in the gentle breeze. “Every year since Kai became champion we do a sibling photoshoot for Vogue Paldea. I was thinking Jimin and Namjoon could come too. Lea has wanted to meet them ever since I told her about Namjoon watching her live.”

“Yes, let’s do it!”

Traveling to another city is exactly what you need right now. You can’t wait to see the place that raised Hiyyih. 

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On Tuesday Professor Oak has a special guest waiting in his office when you arrive. Half of the Psychic gym duo is here. Eunchae and Shua Hong are siblings that run the Psychic gym  in Alfornanda together. For many years their parents owned and ran the gym, but when Shua turned eighteen he took over. Eunchae is nine years younger than Shua so she didn’t join him as co-gym leader until she turned fifteen three years ago. They are the only double gym battle in the region and have historically not been easy to defeat. The Hong siblings are the second to last gym leaders a trainer usually takes on before challenging the elite four.    

Eunchae is standing in front of the Oak's Club with a sweet smile on her face. She’s wearing a very casual outfit compared to what she posts on her instagram. Just a cropped hoodie with an Abra picture printed onto it and a pair of black leggings with white shoes. Her dark hair is pulled back into one braid down her back.

In just a few months you’ll be battling her and her brother. In a few months you will be strong enough to take on Eunchae and Shua together. Strong enough to beat them and every other gym leader. Your training and bond with your pokemon will be put to the test.

It would be a lie if you said you weren’t just a little starstruck seeing this gym leader in front of you. Gym leaders are celebrities to you. Not all of them have instagrams but you follow all the ones that do. It’s interesting to see what they get up to when they aren’t taking on hoards of overly confident trainers.

“Welcome Oak’s Club.” Professor Oak says from his seat behind his desk. He gestures towards Eunchae with a proud smile on his face. “I’m sure you all know who this is, but please introduce yourself.” 

“Hi! I’m Eunchae Hong, one of the psychic gym leaders.” Her eyes sweep over the four of you before she continues. “Professor Oak brought me here to talk about my experiences. I’m the same age as two of you so there’s a lot we can relate to with each other.”

You can’t imagine what she thinks she has in common with you and Yoongi. Nothing about her life has seemed normal since she took on the role of gym leader. Her life isn’t just waiting around to battle trainers. Each gym leader and champion is also tasked with helping keep their part of the region safe from potential threats. 

“I’m sure you all know the story that’s been told a thousand times about my brother taking over when he turned eighteen and how I joined him when I turned fifteen. What I don’t talk about often is the strength and hardship I had to go through to prepare myself for that role.” She takes a seat in the extra chair Professor Oak brought in for her before continuing. “In some ways I put my childhood on hold knowing that I had to step up and help take over my parent’s gym. Since I was a small child I have loved pokemon. I grew up watching my parents challenge trainer after trainer and knew that someday I wanted to do that too. My parents made it all look glamorous and easy, but that wasn’t my reality.”

She takes a deep breath before continuing. You wonder if she’s nervous speaking in front of people. Not every gym leader is outgoing and ready to be perceived by the public constantly. Especially not speaking like this. You can think of a few Paldea gym leaders who would much rather let their battling speak for them. 

“Especially when I first started training. It took years before my first pokemon consistently listened to me and even then our bond was not as strong as it could’ve been. I watched other trainers and studied harder so I could find the best way to love and strengthen my pokemon. There were times I thought about giving it all up, but pokemon mean too much to me. It always came easier and quicker for Shua and not just because of our large age gap. It made me envious but it also lit a fire within me.”

“You mentioned training in other regions to me when we first spoke. Did being in different environments help diversify your skill set?” Professor Oak asks, folding his hands together on his desk. 

“The gym leaders of Kanto have always been very welcoming to my family. Professor Oak mentioned you’re visiting them next month and I’m excited to hear how that goes.” Eunchae smiles before continuing. “Every trainer has their own way of doing things. So battling as many people as possible really helped me find my own strengths. The best trainers are ready and prepared for any possibility.” 

Eunchae talks about relating to the Kanto gym leaders more than some of the other regions. The majority of them are in their mid to late twenties. Two are just a year older than her and one is much much older. You wonder if she’s seen the elusive leader of the ground gym. He’s rarely seen and when he is it’s always with a mask. 

“What was the hardest battle you’ve ever fought?” Yoongi asks when she opens herself up to questions. 

“When someone becomes champion part of their duties are to check up on the gym leaders of their region. Shua calls it quality control. Kai will pop in randomly to make sure our gym meets the standards of the Paldea Pokemon League.” She smiles like she’s thinking of a fond memory and not a battle that she surely lost. “Last year he popped in and asked to battle us separately. Honestly, I was scared because I didn’t want to bring shame on my family. I fought hard for much longer than I expected to be able to hold my own. Of course, he bested me because he’s Kai Huening but it wasn’t a blowout by any means.”

“What is the typical diet of your pokemon?” Jimin asks a few moments later after she’s also described how nerve wracking it felt the first time she faced a trainer as a gym leader. 

Eunchae is incredibly insightful and stresses that just because these things work for her team doesn’t mean they will work for anyone else. You can buy all the high end supplements in the world and still be a mediocre trainer. Bonding with and loving your pokemon is just as big a part of having a strong team as what you feed them. 

As time passes talking to Eunchae feels easier like she’s truly just another classmate and not something you’ve been aspiring to be all your life. You are shocked to learn she knows Hiyyih and they are pretty close friends. She knew Eunchae was coming and didn’t even warn you. Before you leave she asks for your phone number which shocks you.

“I’m excited to battle you this spring, YN.” She says handing you back your phone. 

There’s still so many variables to get you there. The winter tournament won’t be easy. Handling your classes on top of training won’t be easy either. You want to plan everything out so you can always be one step ahead but things don’t always work out the way you want them to. 

“See you then.” You say mustering all your confidence. 

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[marmixedwithabitofintellect]

The Story of You

Hi my friends! The new part is here! This are starting to get real, and baby will be here sooner that we think!! I hope you enjoy this new part, come and talk to me about what you think, it really makes me happy to have your feedback :) All the love, Mar 💜

Disclaimer: In no way do I wish to spread hate or negative opinions about any of the characters here depicted, this is just fiction and with the purpose of entertaining you guys

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Part 12: In Between

September 16, 2021: Week Twenty-Eight

New York, New York. 11:15: AM

I was pulled out of my thoughts when Randy called my name, it had been a week since I had left Harry and the band on tour, they were currently travelling from St. Louis to Philadelphia for the next show.

I smiled and followed her, she took my vitals and then I went into Betty’s office and waited for her, a few moments after Betty came in, “Well hello to my favorite patient!”, I smiled, “Hi Betty! How are you?”, “I am well darling”, after a hug we sat down on the chairs

“Now first things first: happy third trimester! Wohoo”, I laughed a little, “I can’t believe we are already here”, “Me neither darling; let me tell you that these thirteen weeks will fly; now. For the second order of business, let’s see this baby “

We moved to the little stretcher she had on the room, she measured my belly and then felt it to see where baby was located, “Oh! I can see little one decided to grace us with his or her presence huh?”, “Yes, they did, they are especially responsive to dad’s music”

“Aww that’s very sweet, how is he?”, my heart dropped a little, “He’s okay, he will be coming here in three weeks’ time”, “Oh that’s perfect, still set on a homebirth?”, I nodded, “Okay so we will discuss what we need to have ready for the birth”

After she finished, she went and turned off the lights and turned on the ultrasound machine, “Okay let’s see this baba”, she turned the screen and as soon as she placed the probe to my belly I could see their profile

“It never gets old”, she laughed, “No it doesn’t, let me take some measurements and then we will do a 4D okay?”, after she finished she gave me some copies and we sat down back again, “So I will like to see you every two weeks now, and when we hit the 36 weeks I will see you weekly, just to make sure everything is perfect okay?”

I nodded, “Also, I would like for you to start taking some iron along with your vitamins and supplements, this brand works”, she handed me a post it with a name and I made a mental note to buy them on my way home.

After booking my next appointment we said our goodbyes and I made my way to the subway, as I was waiting for my train, I texted Harry the ultrasound.

Harry. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. 12:00 PM

Jeff and I were leaving the gym after a workout when my phone dinged with a text, I took it out and smiled when I saw it was Y/N, Jeff turned to look at me and said, “What has you all smiley huh?”, I laughed, “Wouldn’t you want to know”

We got into the elevator and then stopped in our floor, “Remember we leave at 2”, I nodded and went into my room, I removed my mask and went to turn on the shower and grab some clothes, I set my phone to charge and took my shower.

Once I came out, I grabbed my phone and decided to open the text Y/N had sent me and I felt my heart leap out of my chest.

From Y/N <3 (11:50 AM): Hi dad! I miss you! I hope you have an awesome concert tomorrow! [Attachment]

To Y/N <3 (12:20 PM): Oh my god, hi baby! 😍😍😍 I miss you more my heart, cannot wait to see you, talk later?

From Y/N <3 (12:25 PM): Sure, talk later H, break a leg!

September 19, 2021: Week Twenty-Eight

Harry. Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. 5:45 PM

 I turned to look at the ultrasound Y/N had sent me once again and smiled, I was in awe at how quickly they were growing and how crazy it was that the next time I saw them we would be 10 weeks away from meeting them, and how beautiful Y/N looks being pregnant.

Y/N. I felt a wave of sadness overcome me as I thought of her, although we talked seldomly I still felt I was so far away from her. “H everything okay?”, I got pulled out of my thoughts by Jeff who was sitting next to me.

I shrugged, “I just miss her”, “Mate you saw her yesterday and she will be back for the Nashville show”, I furrowed my brows, “Huh?”, Jeff dropped then pen he was using to write and turned to give me an incredulous look

“You were talking about Olivia, right?”, “Oh yeah sure”, he sat up straighter, “Harry, we are friends, please don’t lie to me”, I sighed and ran my hand down my face, “No, I wasn’t, I was thinking about Y/N”

“Well, I wasn’t expecting that; everything okay?”, I debated internally but ultimately decided I needed some advice, and just as I was about to speak Mitch came into the room with three coffee cups, “Hey, everything okay?”

He handed Jeff one, who after thanking him told him, “We have some girl issues”, as he was making his way to the sofa, I was sitting on he said “Oh?”, I thanked him for the coffee and he sat down next to me, Jeff took this as a sign to continue

“Well, you see Mitchell, Mister Harry Edward Styles here spoke up and said and I quote, ‘I miss her’, to which I answered that she would see her soon”, Mitch spoke up again, “Olivia? Yeah, mate she will be in Nashville won’t her?”

“But wait Mister Rowland, the story gets better; upon making this comment I noticed he became serious, to which I asked if he was talking about Olivia”, Mitch then turned to look at me, his face was one of surprise, but it also held a little smugness in him, “You were talking about Y/N”

I nodded and slumped on the couch, Mitch doing the same, “Oh wow mate, how do you feel?”, I sighed, “As I was about to tell Jeff, I don’t understand what is going on, I haven’t for a while; when she reappeared, I felt something in me come back to life, something that died the day she broke up with me”

“I had a plan, it was always going to be her, the one I married and had children with, then things went south, and we broke up, and those were hard months for me; but then she came back, and it wasn’t only her, it was our baby too, and now, well, now I don’t imagine my life without either of them”

Jeff spoke up, “And Olivia?”, I turned to look at him, “I feel comfortable when I’m with her, I was able to discover things about me that now help me be who I am”, “But you don’t love her”, after Mitch said that the room went quiet, “I care for her”

“Pfft, love and care are not the same things Harry”, I turned to look at Mitch, “I know, but the love I have for her comes from a place of care, of understanding”, “And for Y/N?”, I turned to look at Jeff before answering his question

“She’s having my baby, no pun intended; and this sounds like a dick move, but I love her for that, for the fact that even if we were not together, she still kept it, told me and is letting me be a part of every single step on the way”

Jeff spoke up, “You are right, you are a dick, you seem to forget that the baby is hers too Harry, and honestly? She owes you nothing, and as your friend I’ll tell you this: should she have chosen to be a single parent, she would have done an amazing job”

Mitch then interfered, “H, I will be honest with you, and I hope you don’t take this the wrong way: sort your feelings, you are all over the place, I mean just a few weeks before Y/N let you know she was pregnant you were ready to move in with Olivia; and with Y/N, you need to separate whether you have real honest feelings or just excitement for the baby, don’t drag her into your mess”

I nodded, “Thank you guys, for listening, I have a lot to think about”

September 21, 2021: Week Twenty-Nine

New York, New York. 10:30 AM

Little bean you are now twenty-nine weeks old!!! I really can’t believe we just have eleven until we get to meet each other, I’m getting really emotional just thinking about meeting you and kissing your lips and cuddling you <3 I have started ordering some things for your nursery, since we do not know if you are a little boy or a little girl, I’m sticking to very neutral colors and I’m loving the whole vision board and ideas I have! When we see your dad in a few weeks we will be buying your stroller, car seat and many other things; speaking off, your daddy has been busy being a rockstar all over the US, but don’t worry, we have been talking about you and he is excited to see you in about two weeks! I love you with all my heart bean, I’ll write to you soon.

I closed the diary and placed it on my drawer, I left my room and went to the kitchen, as I was preparing myself some oats when my phone dinged from the other side of the counter; I served my breakfast and went to grab it, turned it on and saw I had a text message waiting

From H. Styles (10:45 AM): Hey you, you busy?

To H. Styles (10:48 AM): Hey, not at all, why?

From H. Styles (10:49 AM): Up for a FaceTime call?

To H. Styles (10:50 AM): Sure, give me five

I went into my room and grabbed my laptop and breakfast, after that I sat down on the living room and I sat down to wait for his call, which came through a few minutes later, I pressed answer and waited a few until I saw him appear on the screen.

“Hey rockstar, how are you?”, he smiled, “Hi love, doing good, how about you?”, I smiled, “That’s good, I’m good too”, “I hope you don’t mind, but I ordered some breakfast to each with you”, “You’re too sweet”, we both ate in silence for a few minutes before I spoke up

“So, how’s tour going?”, “I have loved every single time I have been on stage, I missed it so much”, I smiled, “I am glad, I have been catching some videos and photos, and your outfits are awesome, I texted Lamby a few days ago”

“Speaking of, why is Sarah taking a picture of my outfit every night?”, “Oh, it’s just for a little project I have going on”, he gave me a teasing look, “Oh come on, tell me”, I made a zipping motion, “I will just tell you that it’s for the baby”

“Speaking of, I have been thinking of some names”, my heart started beating a little faster when he said this, “Really? Mind sharing with me?”, “Sure, let me grab my notebook”, he left the screen and returned only a few seconds later

“So, for-“, I interrupted him, “Before we continue, we do agree that Robin will be the middle name, right?”, he gave me a look that had wonder, appreciation and I dare say love from him, “You still remember?”, I smiled “I do, and I still want to do it”

He nodded, “Well once agreed with the middle name, I was thinking, for boy I like the names Carter, Milo, or Elliot”, he turned the page, “And for girl I like the names Juniper, Blair or Julia”, he closed his notebook, “What do you think?”, “I love them Harry, those are great suggestions”

“Have you thought of any love?”, “I honestly haven’t, been busy ordering some nursery stuff, which will hopefully come in time and maybe you can help me set it up?”, his smile went even bigger, “I would love to”

We both sipped our coffee in silence for a few, “Spoke with your mom and Gem a few days ago, they are very excited to come see you, hopefully soon”, “Aww I would have loved to join that call, I can’t wait to see the three of you”, I smiled a little and took another sip of my coffee

“How’s your dad?”, “He’s good, if everything goes to plan, he will be here with Gemma, he is excited to see you and is trying to see if he can stay until the baby is born”, “I am excited to see him too, I think I didn’t ask you, how did you tell him we were having a baby?”, he smiled before he started speaking

June 3, 2021: Thirteen Weeks

Harry. London, England. 12:45 PM

I knocked on my dad’s door and waited for him to open, a few seconds later he appeared and smiled, “Harry! My boy, I missed you”, we went in, and I removed by mask and applied some gel before hugging him, “Hi dad, I missed you”

We went into his living room and sat down, he had two beers and some nuts waiting, that was our tradition, I started updating him on my life and he did the same, “Harry, is everything okay?”, I grabbed the folder I had on my side and smiled, “There’s something I need to tell you”

He grabbed the folder and opened it, he made a surprised face and went quiet, all of a sudden, I saw some tears on his eyes, “Dad?”, he turned to look at me and gave me a little smile while whispering, “You’re having a baby”, I laughed a little, “I am”

He hugged me, and I held onto him for a few, and he kissed my head, we pulled back a little, “How are you feeling? How is mom?”, I sighed, “I am feeling overwhelmed, but happy, oh so happy dad, my heart is full of happiness and love and uhm, as for mom, well Y/N is doing well”

“I’m sorry, did I hear right?”, I nodded and grabbed my beer and slumped on the couch, my dad did the same, he gulped before speaking up, “Dad, I’m freaking out, Olivia doesn’t know yet, and I really don’t know how this will work out”

“Harry let me ask you something”, I nodded and turned to look at him, “Is Y/N okay?”, I nodded, “Is the baby okay?”, I nodded again, “Is she happy?” I nodded once again, “Are you happy?”, I smiled, “Very”, he squeezed my shoulder, “Then everything will work out, I promise”

“Thank you, dad,”, we sat there in silence for a few more minutes, “I can’t believe I’ll be a grandpa soon”, I turned to look at him, “December 13, that is our due date”, “Well, December can’t come soon enough”

“It really can’t dad, I hope it goes by fast”

September 21, 2021: Week Twenty-Nine

New York, New York. 11:15 AM

I smiled, “I’m so excited to see them H”, we talked for a few more minutes until his phone dinged and he frowned, “I’m sorry, I have to go, I need to leave for rehearsals”, “Please don’t apologize, say hello to everyone for me, okay?”, I nodded, “Talk to you soon love”, I waved bye and he finished the call.

I picked up my dishes and got ready for the day and started working on the things I had to get done today.

September 26, 2021: Week Twenty-Nine

Harry. Chicago Illinois. 10:00 AM

I had just woken up, after to back-to-back shows in Chicago feeling rested and happy, we had some days between shows to rest so I was going to take it slow. I made myself a coffee and sat down on the bed again hoping to read a little when my phone started ringing and I smiled when my mom’s picture and name flashed on the screen.

I swiped my finger and answered the call, “Hi mumma, how are you?”, “Hello my sweet boy! I’m doing okay, how about you? Are you up for a FaceTime call?”, “Yeah sure, just let me grab my laptop”, we hung up and I stood up to gram my laptop from my bag.

A few moments later a call came through, I answered and my beautiful mumma appeared, she smiled, and I did too, “You look well rested honey”, “I am mum, these shows were brutal, but we have a few days lo lay back”

We talked a few minutes about how everyone on the family was doing, Dotty and Skye appeared on the screen, and I laughed with the stories my mom shared with me, “I spoke with Y/N last week, she is looking really good”, I smiled, “She is, I can’t wait to see her and the belly, what did you think of the last ultrasound I sent you?”

“I love it honey, I think they have your nose but her lips, I can’t wait to kiss them”, “Me neither mum”, “Oh! Before I forget I wanted to show you something”, she stood up and returned with a box, “So, I have been keeping busy and working on some things for my grandbaby”

She started pulling out some things and my heart started beating fast, “Mum…”, “I know we don’t know the gender yet, so I tried to do It as gender neutral as I could, but I did knit two gender specific things”

She showed me a pair of overalls, some hooded cardigans, a little set that had a bonnet, some pants and a sweater, another cardigan with a hood and a pompom, a sweater with little daisies and one with lambs, and a blanket.

She pulled me from my thoughts, “Honey everything okay?”, I started tearing up, “I love them mum, and I think this made me realize that in just ten short weeks they will be here, how has the time gone by so fast?”

She smiled, “I know love, it is crazy; we are all very excited and happy to meet them”, I wiped my tears, “Speaking of, I know you guys want to stay until baby is born, so I wanted to ask you, would you prefer for me to rent you guys and Airbnb, or would you mind staying with me? I mean, we have 3 rooms, Gem and Michal could stay in one, you in the other and Dad would stay with Jeff”

“Honey it’s okay, I love the arrangements, that way I am able to cook some meals for Y/N and keep them on your big freezer, I remember how much I appreciated the meals your two grandmas made me”, “Mum you are the best”, she smiled and shrugged, “She’s family, and we take care of family”

We spoke a for another half hour until I got a text from Jeff to see if we could have a meeting on a new project and I said goodbye to my mom, promising to speak soon, I quickly got ready and left my room, as I got into the elevator, I received a text from Olivia

From Olivia Wilde (12:30 PM): Hi baby, how are you recovering? Date night?

To Olivia Wilde (12:31 PM): Hey you, doing good, slept very well and feel more energetic, sure, how about dinner?

From Olivia Wilde (12:32 PM): Perfect! Talk to you later

September 26, 2021: Week Twenty-Nine

Harry. Chicago Illinois. 9:45 PM

As I got out of the shower after my workout there was a knock on my door, I opened it and saw it was room service, they set everything on the table I had in the room and I tipped the bellboy, I made sure that my laptop was plugged and called Olivia.

A few seconds later she appeared on the screen, she was sitting on the table on the garden, “Hey you, how are you? Are Daisy and Otis asleep?”, she smiled, “Hi baby, I’m doing okay, I miss you, and yes, they are sleeping”, “I miss you too, but I’ll see you in a few days”

We ate as she updated me on what she did, I told her of how the concerts were going and how editing for ‘Don’t Worry Darling’ was going, after a few she spoke up, “So… I know that tour still has a long way to go, but have you given a thought on what you want to do when it’s over?”

“What do you mean?”, “I mean, where are you, or we, going to settle?”, I had an uncomfortable feeling settle on my stomach, “Well, I think for the time being I want to stay in New York, my mum, Gemma, and Michal will be staying on my apartment and my dad with Jeff”

“Oh, I didn’t know they would be staying”, “Well, I mean it’s the birth of their first grand baby so they don’t want to miss it”, I took a sip of my wine and choked a little when I heard her say, “Do you think they would wany another grand baby?”, after my couching fit I wiped my face, “Well sure, maybe in the future”

She furrowed her brows, “Near future, right?”, “We- Well I think the first one should be born before thinking of more babies”, she rolled her eyes before muttering “Right”, I furrowed my brows, “What?”, she sighed, “It’s just”, “Hey, come on, you can tell me”, “Where do you see us heading?”

“What?”, “Yeah, like are we moving in sometime, or maybe getting married?”, “Liv, where is this coming from?”, “Well, I mean once the baby gets here and you get custody-“, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, who said anything about custody?”

She looked at me surprised, “You are not fighting for custody?”, my face was one of wonder and a little disappointment, “Are you serious? They aren’t even here! What is wrong with you?”, she rolled her eyes, “Well I’m sorry for wanting to figure out my life with my partner and trying to make it all work”

I took a deep breath and ran my hands on my face, “I understand, but that was out of place, I don’t question how you and Jason work out your custody, I respect it and help you make it work, so I ask for you to do the same”, before she could speak up I did, “I’m tired, let’s talk another day, okay?”, she nodded, “I love you H”, I blew a kiss and ended the call.

I brushed my teeth and got into my pajamas, set my alarms, and hoped into bed, I couldn’t stop thinking about what Olivia said, I mean, I knew we would have to eventually discuss this, but now? The baby wasn’t even here.

I tossed and turned for half an hour, when I concluded that sleep wouldn’t be coming anytime soon, so I got out of bed and grabbed my laptop, I started looking through the photos I had received from Anthony Pham from the past concerts.

I smiled when I found a picture of Y/N and Glenne back in Las Vegas, it was crazy to think that the baby was probably bigger at this point and her belly too, but what made me smile the most, was how happy and beautiful she looked, it was true what they said, pregnancy gave women a special glow.

What Olivia said still roamed my head, I knew we would have to discuss that soon, but why now? I mean, it´s pretty obvious that the first few months would need to be next to her, but the more I thought about it, the more I knew that even if it hurt me, I would never subject her to court and custody arrangements.

I would rather have to travel whatever distances I had to in order to see them, I would sacrifice so much for them, and Y/N didn’t deserve it. I was overcome with emotions and inspiration struck, so I grabbed my notebook and decided to start writing a song.

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[liaromancewriter]

A Modern Romance

Premise: Sienna reaches out to a friend, but it’s not long before it becomes something more.

Book: Open Heart (pre-series AU) Pairing: Sienna Trinh x Max Valentine (M!OC) Rating/Category: Mature. Angst Format: Prose + Text Fic Words: 2,970

A/N: I'm participating in @choicesprompts and the opening inspired me to write the second part of my Maxenna AU. Submitting to @choicesjanuarychallenge Day 24, all prompts. I'm also using @choicesflashfics week 15, prompt 2 (in bold).

Part 1: Max

“I didn’t mean it like that!”

“How did you mean it then?”

“You know…in a good way!”

“In what universe could what you just said be construed in a good way?”

They stood facing each other, hearts pounding, chests heaving with emotion. Neither wanted to be the first to admit their feelings to the other.

“I’m leaving!”

“Wait! Please don’t! I….I’m ready to tell you the truth!”

Max Valentine had never felt this way about anyone. So, it stood to reason that Sienna Trinh was the only one who could hurt him like no one else before.

He wanted to stay and listen, believe her excuses, but a part of him was afraid if he did that, it would be over for them before it truly began.

“I think you’ve said enough,” he said dismissively.

“I’d always heard rebound sex was amazing, but I never believed it until now.”

He repeated the words she’d murmured as she nestled against him when he returned to her bed after disposing of the condom. Their bodies were still hot and slick, heartbeats slowly returning to normal after an incredible high.

“Those were your exact words, right?” Her contrite look did nothing to assuage his hurt. “What else is left to say then?”

He glanced around the room, his eyes tracking the trail of clothing on the floor, his and hers, that told its own story of how they got here. He reached for his jeans and pulled them on quickly. Somehow his shirt had ended up draping the top of her lamp.

She silently got dressed too, the earlier heat between them now cold as the silence stretched. The scent of their lovemaking still lingered in the air, but the euphoria of finally coming together was long gone.

After all these months of waiting, of becoming friends, her words had been like a shot to his heart. Max wanted to chalk it off to a bad experience. He’d been with enough women to know it happened. But he didn’t think this—her—would be as easy to get over.

He left the bedroom and strode down the short hallway. His jacket was exactly where they’d dropped it, on the floor inside the front door.

He would never forget the anticipation as he knocked on her door. The way his heart skipped when he heard the lock turn and saw her whiskey-colored eyes peeking through the small opening.

Or how she quickly unlatched the chain and stepped back, holding the door wide. He’d barely crossed the threshold when she yanked him inside and shut the door.

Her hands eagerly pushed his jacket off his shoulders, and his mouth fused with hers. His hands dropped to her bottom, lifting her up, and her legs wrapped around his hips. And then it was all hands and lips as she directed him to her bedroom.

It would be easier if he could hate her, but he suspected that was a lost cause.

He unlocked the door and started to open it when her hand stopped him. She blocked the door, tilting her head back to meet his eyes.

“Max…” she pleaded. “Please don’t go. Not like this.”

He could feel the softness of her palm, and he was tempted to turn his hand and lace their fingers together. Forget the last ten minutes. But he had too much self-respect to do that.

“If all you wanted was a good fuck, Sienna, you could have just asked.” It didn’t give him any pleasure to see the shock and hurt in her eyes at the crude words.

“I wanted you enough to take whatever you were willing to give,” he said quietly. “But you couldn’t be honest with me like I’ve always been with you. That hurt more than the words. It’s not what friends do. I can’t be your fuck buddy, Sienna. I deserve better.”

She flinched and stepped away from the door. Max left before he said something he couldn’t take back.

Part 2: Sienna

Sienna watched him disappear down the stairwell and wished she could call him back. But she let him go, unable to find the right words to make him want to stay, knowing nothing she said would make it right.

Friends didn’t use each other, she thought as she locked the door. And yet, that’s precisely what she’d done, even if that hadn’t been her intention.

She leaned back against the door, shoulders slumped, dejected, and knew she had no one to blame for this other than herself.

Sienna walked back into her bedroom and pulled the sheets off the bed, reeling when his scent surrounded her. Tears fell unheeded as she remembered every touch from the moment she’d dragged him inside.

They undressed each other, trailing kisses on exposed skin as each layer of clothing fell to the floor. He couldn’t get enough of her. She was just as desperate and dragged his shirt up and off before unbuckling his belt and cupping him through his jeans.

When he tripped over some books near the bed and started falling, he twisted his body to land on the mattress, not the floor. The sudden movement made Sienna lose balance, and her arms began flailing as she fell on him with a yelp. Her hands dug into his waist for purchase and he winced.

They stared at each other in astonishment. And then Max started laughing, his arms tightening around her. It was contagious, and soon she was laughing too, burying her face in his chest, the light dusting of hair tickling her lips.

It wasn’t long before laughter turned into an aching need.

Max framed her face between his hands, and his thumbs traced the seam of her lips. His green eyes sparkled with desire, and she closed the distance to cover his mouth. Her tongue darted inside to coax him, and her hands caressed every part of him she could reach.

He flipped her over; she locked her legs around his hips and pulled him closer. She felt him quicken against her and her hips rose in response.

And then he touched her. His fingers teased her and his palm pressed against her, the friction making her head lift off the bed.

“Please, please, please,” she begged, scattering kisses down his throat and rocking against his hand.

He left her briefly, and she moaned at the loss of contact. She propped on her elbows to watch as he sheathed himself, and then he was back, lowering himself over her.

Lacing his fingers with hers, he pinned her hands down on the bed beside her head. They were both trembling with need. His eyes locked on hers as he slowly entered her, giving her time to adjust. He waited, sweat beading on his forehead, and when she nodded, he thrust deep.

Finally, thought Sienna. After all these months, they were finally in the same place, figuratively and literally.

All the feelings she’d suppressed since their first meeting last November had come rushing in as soon as she opened the door and saw his smile. She still remembered how it had made her heart skip that first time six months ago.

Nothing had changed, and everything had changed.

Now she knew the person behind the smile. She knew his vulnerabilities, his strengths. She knew he worked incredibly hard when he could have just coasted using his name. She knew how thoughtful, generous and caring he could be without expecting anything in return.

When Max offered her friendship, he meant it.

Accepting that she was in a relationship, he never pushed her for anything more than she was prepared to give. When she felt overwhelmed, he listened to her vent. Gave advice when she asked for it. Made her laugh when she felt sad. And was her biggest cheerleader when she accomplished an important milestone in her program.

For the first time since she started medical school, she felt she had someone else in her corner aside from her family. He understood the toll this journey took because his sister was in the same boat. Over the last few months, his check-ins and calls had been a welcome respite.

He’d been her friend. And through him, she had found a kindred spirit in Cassie. Now she wondered what she had given him in exchange that was remotely equal to what she’d received.

The shrill sound of her cell phone ringing broke through her reverie. She didn’t know how long she’d been standing there, rolled up sheets in her arms, staring unseeing at the bed.

Hoping it was Max, she dropped everything and ran into the living room where she’d left her phone earlier. The phone stopped ringing just as she managed to dig it out from between the cushions.

Sienna glanced at the missed call on the screen and was disappointed to see her sister’s name. She decided to call Brianna back later. Her sister was too good at reading her tone and would know something was wrong.

Before she could think twice, Sienna unlocked her phone and clicked on Max’s name in her favorites. The call went straight to voicemail, and her heart sank.

Unbearably sad, she switched to the messaging app. These days his name was often at the top of her list, followed by his sister and then her friends. She supposed it was a visible reminder of how much her life had changed since last November.

She had tried to forget Max, determined not to let one moment of flirtation derail her relationship with Wayne. He deserved better than a girlfriend who was attracted to someone else.

A few weeks after the marathon, she took the train to Boston to spend a few precious days off with Wayne. And make up to him for the events of that day. His usual cutting words, always delivered in a saccharine tone, ruined her mood. She returned to New York dejected and uncertain.

She’d been texting with Cassie a lot lately and found herself asking for her brother’s number. Sienna wasn’t sure if she wanted to contact Max to prove a point, that someone saw her as worthy and desirable, or because she was lonely and just needed a friend.

Regardless, she rolled the dice and let fate decide.

Texting had become their norm with FaceTime when their schedules and time zones aligned. In the last six months, she’d traveled all over the world through his texts and Picta posts.

She scrolled to the top of her text history with Max and started reading, her mood lifting with each interaction.

Sienna paused as she came across her message from two weeks ago.

She’d just discovered Wayne had installed an app on her phone to track her activities and movements. That had been the last straw. She deserved better than a boyfriend who didn’t believe in or trust her.

Wayne, of course, didn’t think he had done anything wrong. He'd actually tried to justify his actions as concern for her safety. She hung up on him, blocked his number, and changed her phone the next day.

Her breath hitched when she reached the texts from a few days ago.

Her fingers traced Max’s profile photo, one she’d found online and promptly saved on her phone. Reading everything together, like a story that had happened to someone else, she could recognize now their relationship was never just a friendship.

It had been a modern romance, she laughed mirthlessly.

From the moment he flirted with her at the marathon to the fairytale evening when he sent her home in a town car instead of a grand carriage. The late night and early morning texts when they were on opposite ends of the world. The ad hoc FaceTime calls were now scheduled weekly in her calendar, like date nights.

Today had been a culmination of everything. Max hadn’t been her rebound relationship. If anything, the rebound guy had been Wayne since that magical night in November.

Max always believed in her; now, she needed to find the courage to believe in him. With nothing left to lose, she started typing, deleting the first attempt and beginning anew. She reread the words and hit send.

She held her breath, exhaling only when the dots on his side started moving. And then she read his response and knew all was not lost.

Part 3: Back to the beginning

Max dunked his tea bag in hot water, letting the tea seep as he waited for Sienna. The coffee shop was busy, but he’d managed to snag a two-top with a view of the entrance.

He’d left her apartment a few hours ago, fully intending to get in his car and drive back to DC. But he found himself in Central Park, walking towards where they’d first met, reliving memories of every instance since that moment.

He sat at a bench near the statue where they’d performed CPR on George and took his phone out of his back pocket. He pulled up his chat history with Sienna and scrolled to the top.

He should have known, he thought as he scrolled down. Cassie swore by the Valentine legend, but he’d always scoffed at the notion. But he supposed it was true. When a Valentine meets their one true love, it’s for life.

He just wasn’t sure he was strong enough for rejection. But he had never backed off when things got complicated. And he wasn’t doing it now. So, when Sienna’s latest message appeared at the top of his screen, he knew it was time to make a decision.

When Sienna walked into the coffee shop, his first thought was that she had no right to hold his heart hostage. His second was that it was too late to stage a rescue.

She craned around, looking for him, and he lifted his hand to catch her attention. He stood when she approached, his hand already reaching for hers before stopping and awkwardly dropping it.

Her face fell in dismay when she caught the aborted motion.

Before taking his seat, he waited for her to sit and then nudged a coffee cup toward her.

“Honey soy latte with a shot of vanilla,” he said when she looked askance. “That’s your drink, right?”

“Good memory,” she nodded, trying to smile, but he could tell it was forced.

The tension was palpable as they both busied themselves with their drinks. Max started tapping his fingers against his thighs and acknowledged the habitual gesture as nerves.

“I’m sorry.”

“I’m sorry.”

They stared at each other as their dual apologies hung in the air. The tension broke when Max suddenly chuckled, and Sienna giggled. Even now, they were in sync.

Their laughter attracted looks from the other patrons, but they didn’t care. When Sienna reached for his hand on the table, he gave it to her and their palms connected.

It felt right, which made what he had to do all that much harder.

“Si, we need to talk,” he said grimly, bracing himself.

“Can I go first?”

“I need to get this out,” he insisted. “Please.”

She nodded, and he continued. “Nothing about any moment I’ve spent with you will ever be a regret. I need you to know that, to believe it.”

He slowly inhaled as he sought the courage to get the rest out. “But I can’t do this right now, whatever this is between us.”

Sienna looked crestfallen, and he saw tears pool in her eyes before she blinked them away. He appreciated her not crying because he knew he wasn't strong enough to withstand her tears.

“I understand,” she said softly. “For what it’s worth, I am so ashamed of what I said earlier and will regret it for the rest of my life. I need you to know, to believe, that I didn’t mean it then and never will.”

She leaned in, her eyes full of remorse. “It was never a rebound, not for me. It was a careless and cruel thing to say about something so beautiful and someone so wonderful. I hope that one day you’ll forgive me.”

Max considered her words, wanting to say that he forgave her. Of course, he did. But the truth was that it hurt, and he wasn’t sure he’d mean it. Not right now.

He placed his hand atop hers and squeezed gently before letting go.

“I can’t imagine my life without you in it, Sienna. I’m not ready for us—for our friendship—to be over.”

“What do you propose?” she asked apprehensively.

A seed of hope had risen inside her upon hearing his words. Now, it slowly withered as she observed the cold resolve in his eyes.

“I think we shouldn’t rush into anything. We should date other people. Be very sure that what we feel for each other isn’t a fluke or because of a single fairytale moment or a reb….”

He broke off and sighed. “I also need time away from you. Find my balance. After I leave here today, please don’t text or call me. I’ll be in touch when I’m ready.”

Despite her misgivings, she knew he was right. It was the least she could do and what her friend deserved from her.

Sienna slowly nodded. “I won’t contact you. I promise.”

Max gave her a half smile, then pushed his chair back. He stood up, grabbed his jacket and shrugged it over his shoulders.

“Friends, first and always?” he said, stopping beside her to gaze at her upturned face.

“Friends, first and always,” she vowed and meant it.

As she watched him walk away from her for the second time today, she hoped she was strong enough to wait until he was ready.

Almost two months later...

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[i-luv-carl-grimes]

☾꙳all the things I hate about you☀︎꙳ pt.5

꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳꙳

Chandler Riggs x Fem! reader

Warning: swearing

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Hi everyone! sorry it’s been so long, ill try my best to post every time I can but I do have a really big school trip coming up (it’s out of state) so I’m getting a lot more work than usual so my apologies if updates are slow

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we made it, I was now only a few days away from being a part of something incredible and most importantly I, me, Y/n L/n was going to see Chandler fucking Riggs in person! how amazing right?  At least that’s what I would say if I hadn't already promised I wouldn’t bother or talk to him unless needed to 

I and my mom decided to take a small break and go get some food at the airport, I thought that now would be a good time to call F/n, I clicked her contact and listened to it ring, and ring, and ring some more “Hi this is F/n sorry I couldn’t pick up the phone im probably busy” before the voicemail sound started playing I hung up, F/n always responded always, no matter what she was doing, but I just brushed it off and decided to text her 

‘hii I just got to Atlanta call me when you’re free!’

I then took my last bite of food and me and my mom left 

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after what felt like hours, we got to our new house, my god it was huge! “go ahead and find a room N/n (nickname)” my mom said and I nodded putting in my headphones and played f/b (fav band) before grabbing 2 boxes one filled with clothes the other filled with hygiene products,

I opened the door with a bit of struggle and almost dropped my boxes looking at the entire, I was a HUGE fan of big houses and the way they look so this was amazing, I ran up the stairs forgetting I had 2 boxes in my hand, let’s just say the moment I had reached the top of the stairs my arms were sore

after passing 2 other rooms I opened a door to see a room with 3 windows one leading toward the roof, I sat the boxes down and lead up against the wall, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket only to feel disappointment fill me as there was no response from f/n, 

“Y/n come here!” my mom said and I slowly made my way downstairs taking out the headphones as my mom talked to a woman there was a boy standing next to her he was looking down but when he lifted his head up and we locked eyes I imminently ran back upstairs and behind a wall covering my mouth with my hands, 

I had just locked eyes with Chandler Riggs, CHANDLER RIGGS IS AT MY DOOR,  

“Please come in, I’ll go get my daughter” I heard my mom say as footsteps filled my ears, my heart was racing my breaths were heavy sweat dripping down my head,  “hun?” my mom said, and turned her head to see me sitting on the ground looking like a nervous wreck.  “are you okay Hun?” she asked and violently shock my head before standing up and pointed to her ear she rolled her eyes at my childishness and leaned down,  “Chandler Riggs is literally in our house mom, no I am NOT okay,” I said and she laughed.  “come on Y/n you 14 you need to stop being so shy” my mom then pushed me forward so I was standing at the top of the stairs, I could feel Chandler and his mom stair at me, I dug my nails into my hand as I felt my mom erg me to go down the stairs so I did I walked down slowly till we were both standing Infront of them, and no matter how hard I tried I couldn't lift my head up not for a second when my moms hand went to my shoulders forcing me to once again lock eyes with Chandler, HOW CAN SOMEINE BE EVEN CUTER IN PERSON OMGGGGGGG

I was internally screaming when I saw Chandler’s face turn into something that looked, disappointed?  “this is my Daughter Y/n” my mom said and I looked back down and gave a small wave.  “like Y/n L/n? well isn’t this a surprise you going to be working with my son right?” she asked and I nodded,  “I’m Gina it’s lovely to meet you” she said and I opened my mouth,  “its nice to meet you too” I said quietly shaming myself for not looking at her while she talked.  “y/n has always been so bashful my apologies” my mom said and once again I shoved my nails into my hand.  “oh that’s Fine, Chandler why don't you introduce yourself?” Gina said and my heart began to race more just by hearing his name,  “oh there’s no need, Y/n has told me so much about you” I looked up at my mom with a ‘why would you say that look’ and she chuckled.  “she has always loved, what was his name? Carl? since she was little” my mom said and the more she did the more I wanted to jump off a bridge.  “Hi I’m Chandler” GOD HIS VOICE WAS NECTOR FROM THE HEAVENS OMGGGGGG AHHHHHHH’

“it was lovely to meet you too but y’all are probably busy with unpacking so we’ll be off, heres my number if you need anything,” Gina said and handed my mom a piece of paper.  “Thank you for coming over I’ll see you soon,” my mom said and they left

I just made eye contact with Chandler Fucking Riggs, not once BUT TWICE, wait...why did he look at me like that? was there something On my face? maybe my clothes? did I look at him weirdly? did he think I'm weird? 

did I seriously just ruin my first impression with the person I have admired my whole life

GOD DAMMIT Y/-

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[duskwoodgirl4life]

Chapter 2

MCs POV

It had been another long day of searching random abandoned places trying to find any signs that Jake had been there but nothing even if he had been in one of the places I've looked in he wouldn't leave anything behind before he left. Feeling defeated, I make my way back out of the last building. This one is so run down the only thing this building is good for is getting knocked down. I get back in my car and make my way back to the motel for the night. I decided on my way back to go into the small Chinese takeout I was so sick of instant noodles. I wanted to taste something fresh and with lots of flavor packing the car outside the motel I made my way over to the takeout.

I was going to take my food back to my room but something inside me told me to eat in, so I found a booth that faced the window and door and looked at the menu. After ordering I keep watching the door in the hopes that Jake comes in. Every Time it opens my heart skips a beat. What would I do if he really did come in, what would I say?. Lost in my own thoughts I didn't notice that my food had arrived. Everything smells so good at this point I was starving and couldn't wait to dive in.

After eating and zero sign of Jake I head back to my room for the night, maybe tomorrow will bring good news. Just maybe this won't be a total waste of time and it won't have been for nothing. Back in my room I get under the surprisingly soft duvet and freshly washed sheets. I push the TV on, not really paying attention to it. I take another look on my phone for any new messages but of course there are none. I think about sending him another message, maybe if he knows I'm still looking he will provide me with a clue as to where he is. After thinking about it I decided to send him another message, my last attempt at trying to find him.

MC: hey, I know it was you that deleted all of the messages we had sent all apart from one I know you still care about me Jake. I've never stopped loving you. I won't give up trying to find you. Your my everything Jake I need you please Jake 🥺

My finger dances over the send button second guessing myself, trying to stop myself from sending the message but my thumb hits the send button. That's it there is nothing I can do but keep searching for him. Maybe tomorrow will provide me with more answers. I keep the TV on as I drift off to sleep.

Jake's POV

MC has sent me another message. It's breaking me to see her like this but I have no other choice. I can't just drop everything and tell her where I am. I won't put her in that danger. I won't have her getting hurt or taken away from me. Things are better off the way they are this way. I know she is safe but the last couple of days I have been keeping an extra eye on her. I deleted all the messages she and I had sent each other but I could not delete one. I left the one telling her that I loved her. I have to make her give up looking for me.

Ever since that night I was planning on meeting her. I had to make arrangements for my escape. My pursuers were on my heels and I couldn't hang around. I had to get out of the hiding place I was in and leave. I still remember having to send her a message that we would not be able to meet. It broke me so much that I had to break her heart. She begged me so much to let her come with me but I wouldn't allow it. It would have been too selfish to allow her to give up her whole life leaving her friends and family behind and not being able to see them again. That's not something I would be able to live with.

I broke my own rule and I reached out and texted her again. I hated every word I wrote but I had to push her away. She should be with someone that can always be there for her. She should forget about me and move on. I can't offer her any life while I am constantly on the run.

The next morning MC woke up. She checked her phone this time there was a message on her face lit up when she saw it was from Jake but the smile soon faded when she read his words.

Jake: MC, I want you to move on. Being with me is only going to get you hurt and I will not allow that to happen. Please don't text me again. It is not safe to go back to duskwood and move in with your life.

Tears fell down, MCs face, her heart breaking into a million pieces, Jake was pushing her away completely. MC only knew one thing to do at this moment and that was phone her best friend Jessy. "Hey MC how's the hunt going?" MC started to cry causing Jessy to worry about her friend. "He's pushed me away completely Jessy. What am I going to do now? I've fallen in love with him" MC fell to the ground, tears still running down her cheeks. "Which motel are you at MC? I will come get you" MC knew that she needed Jessy now more than ever. "I'm at a motel just outside of Colville. I will text you the address" MC started to slow her tears down a little bit. "Okay MC I won't be long I promise" before Jessy hung up the phone she hurd MC say something about her car. "Don't worry about your car, I'll get Dan to drive mine back and I'll take you home in yours.

Within an hour or so Jessy and Dan had arrived at the motel where MC was, "stay in the car Dan while I go get MC" Dan gave Jessy a confused look. "Why do I have to stay in the car? MC needs us" Jessy stopped getting out the cat and turned to Dan. "She doesn't need your I told you so's Dan not now" Jessy got out of the car and went to MCs room. Softly knocking on the door Jessy opened the door to find a crying MC on the floor. "MC it's okay I'm here now, everything is going to be okay I promise" Jessy put her arms around MC and helped her get up off the floor.

Jessy's POV

The drive back to duskwood MC was quiet; she just sat looking out of the window, tears still falling from her eyes. Once we were back in duskwood I took MC into my apartment while Dan grabbed her stuff from the car. "What am I going to do without him Jessy? I love him so much" it broke my heart to see MC this upset. "I'm so sorry MC, you can stay here for as long as you need" MC looked up at me with tears still in her eyes. Before I could say anything else Dan came in dropping the bags on the floor.

"Hey boo, how are you feeling?" Dan put his arm around MC and gave her a hug, MC wrapped her arms around Dan and broke down in floods of tears. It broke my heart to see MC so upset I know how much she cares for Jake.

After awhile MC started to calm down Jessy ran her a hot bath to help her relax a little "your bath is ready MC, take as long as you need" MC got up from her seat and walked towards Jessy. "Thank you Jessy, for everything" Jessy took MC by the hand and held it tight. MC went into the bathroom and undressed, lowering herself into the bath letting the hot water and bubbles take over her body. Later that night MC had calmed down a lot and was helping Jessy cook dinner while Dan set the table.

After dinner Dan cleared the table while Jessy made the bed in the spare bedroom, "that's the last of the stuff on the table Dan" MC handed Dan the last few things from the table. "Thanks boo, how are you feeling now?" MC played with the hem of her shirt while looking down at the floor. "It still hurts Jake is supposed to be my forever and always" Dan finished washing up and dried his hands on a towel. "Things will get better, you will always have me and Jessy there for you" MC looked up at Dan and smiled for the first time that evening.

"Come on boo I know what you need" Dan opened up the cupboard and grabbed two glasses and a bottle of Jack Daniel's and went into the living room. MC followed closely and sat down next to Dan while he handed her a glass of whiskey. "Dan!! Do you think that's a good idea?" Jessy came into the room and sat across from the others. "It's okay Jessy, Dan's right I just need to get it all out of my system" Jessy looked at Dan and couldn't help but smile. "Well I guess I better get a glass can't have you two drinking all the whiskey" Jessy got up from the chair and went to grab a glass from the kitchen.

They all sat and talked most of the night laughing along the way, the next morning MC woke to find a bottle of water and some painkillers next to her on the nightstand she reached over and took the two pills and washed them down with the bottle of water. She got up out of bed and went into the living room. Jessy was in the kitchen making breakfast and Dan was in the shower singing at the top of his voice. "Morning Jessy, I didn't know Dan was such a good singer" Jessy turned to MC and they both started to giggle "this is what I have to put up with every morning, sit down breakfast will be ready in a minute" MC grabbed a seat pouring some coffee into her cup.

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[strangerquinns]

Part 2 to the “let’s kiss to see what it’s like” please

Dylan O'Brien x Reader

(part one was deleted, but can be read as separate piece)

To say that the date you went on was successful and Dylan's kiss wasn't on your mind the entire time -- that would be a lie. If anything the only thing on your mind was the way Dylan tasted. How his lips moved against yours in a way that left you breathless and like your brain wasn't working for a moment. There were moments during the date your mind would wander and go back to that moment. Wanted nothing more than to have his body pressed against yours with his fingers gripping you tightly.

You'd come back home from the date feeling more confused and helpless than before you went on it. The guy was nice, but he didn't stand a chance after what you two did.

You laid in bed that night replaying the moment over and over again in your mind. But where did this leave the two of you? You weren't sure if you were going to be able to act normal around him. Not when he made your pussy wet with just the thought of his lips.

"Fuck," You cursed to yourself.

It also didn't help that you haven't seen or spoken to him in the last five days. Not that you were trying, but you didn't know what to say. Dylan was doing the opposite in constantly calling and texting you.

You hadn't bucked up enough courage to answer whenever his name popped up on your screen.

You'd heard from a few friends he flew out t New York for a few days, so that helped with the avoiding part.

That was until the sixth day and you heard your doorbell ring.

When you looked through the peeper hole and saw him standing beneath the light of your front porch, you thought for a second your heart stopped. It wasn't fair how he looked good under harsh porch lighting.

After a second you'd backed away from the door.

"I know you're there, Y/N," Dylan called from the other side of the door. "

You cursed low under your breath but didn't make a move to open the door.

"Come...you haven't been answering your phone. I-I...please open the door,"

You stood there nervous for a moment, gnawing on your bottom lip, before moving to unlock your door. Deep down you knew it was pointless to try and ignore him.

Dylan's head popped up at the sound of the door opening, his brown eyes shining towards you as he perked up slightly.

"Finally," He sighed out with a bit of relief. "I was starting to think you were gonna ignore me forever."

You blushed with embarrassment and shook your head, before stepping aside, letting him in. Dylan walked towards your living room before you closed the door behind him. You followed after him before speaking.

"Sorry about that didn't intentionally do that. Was just...busy,"

"That's bullshit and you know it," Dylan spoke. "Is it cause of the kiss? Before your date?"

You fought hard to keep your face natural. "N-No."

He glared slightly, fully being able to read you and see that you were lying. Dylan shook his and reached to rub his hand over his shaved head, the two of you slipping into a tense silence.

"I'm sorry. I know you said we should act like adults and not make it a big deal," You spoke after a while. "But to be honest...I couldn't Dylan."

His eyes darted towards you quickly. "What do you mean?"

"I couldn't get it out of my mind. The entire thing, I-I...I didn't know how to act or talk to you after it happened."

Dylan took a couple steps towards you till he was towering over you slightly. "And you, what? Thought that I could? Act like I haven't been losing my mind ever since that night?"

Your eyes widened and you looked up at him.

"I have never in my life wanted something more than having you again." His voice dropped deeper and was smoother as he moved towards you a little more. Dylan's body nearly pressed into yours, able to smell the spice and musk of his cologne.

Dylan reached up and gently touched along your jaw, his touch almost feather-light, before his thumb rubbed against your bottom lip.

"To see your lips all red and swollen, after I tasted you...fuck, baby...have no idea what that did to me."

"I haven't been able to get it off my mind either," You whispered, eyes still staring up at him.

"Please tell me that date went terribly," A flare of jealousy shot through Dylan's body. He wasn't proud of it. But he couldn't deal with another man touching you.

"It did,"

Dylan's touch moved slowly down along the column of your neck, before reaching around and gripping the back of your neck. A soft whimper left your lips as he pulled you against his chest.

"Good," Dylan growled out before bending down and kissing you in a fierce and hard kiss. His lips nearly smashing against yours, teeth knocking against one another.

Your arms wrapped around him and held tightly as his lips moved against yours. You could feel Dylan's fingers moving along the base of your scalp as he tilted your head back slightly, his tongue moving against yours as the kiss deepened.

The hot flash of want and lust came and moved through you again just like before. It made your chest tighten with the need for air, but you didn't want to pull away. You wanted more of him.

"Fuck baby," Dylan moaned against your lips, nipping on your lower lip slightly. "Just as sweet as I remembered."

"Please, Dylan. Don't stop," You whimpered

"I'm not baby." Dylan bent dow to kiss along your neck, before pulling back, "I'm just getting started with you."

You melted into him more as his lips were once again kissing you and claiming you.

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[spamgyu]

Ces! "What are you Dune 2 me Ces?" "Cara's groupies, because Carat, get it? Yes! I do! And I love love love your puns😍 They made me cackle so hard my co workers were alarmed 😂😂😂😂

Also, Justin Moon is just making me go 🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠🫠

Fair warning. The following may come across a bit OOC, but you know what, still gonna let it rot my brain. It's been one of those kinda sweet and angsty kinda days, so this is just a bit of bittersweet brainrot.

Presenting Justin Moon for your Brainrot pile!

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It's the end of the semester and you've stretched your stay as long as you could. You even applied, got and finished an internship after your semester just to stretch out your time with Justin. It's been fun working in the same building as him. You sometimes get to see him during lunch at the cafeteria (though you don't get to eat with him, unfortunately. He sits with his colleagues, you sit with yours, it's alright, you win some you lose some)

But the best part is the time after work, you get to hangout with him (occasionally) without the added deadline of assignments and projects and tests and all the other things that stress you out during the semester.

It's been like living in your own world, an alternative reality almost. Dreamlike. It's like time flows twice as slow, allowing you to enjoy Justin's presence twice as much. And you would give almost anything for it to continue.

But all good things come to an end and as you are saying goodbye to all the new people you met in your internship, you wonder if Justin felt the dreamlike quality of your evenings. You feel a bit nostalgic for the time you've spent together.

You're heading home tonight. You've missed your parents quite a bit, you're looking forward to it. Justin has already offered to drop you to the airport. You start a bit early, wanting to prolong the dwindling time you have left with him. And when you reach the airport you end up sitting in the parking lot talking to each other till you lose track of time. But it's time for you to head inside. So Justin grabs your suitcase and your backpack and accompanies you as far as he can. And when he hands you your luggage, it's like he wants to say something. But he's also holding himself back. Like he's second guessing himself. And then he shakes his head as if to push away errant thoughts and says, “Have a safe flight Y/N!”, and pushes you forward. You don't have too much time to spare once you enter the airport terminal. So you get through the security check right when there's a final boarding call for your flight. You need to rush!

Finally you are in your seat and you text Justin to let him know that you have boarded the flight. But you can't hold back from asking him what he was gonna say when he wished you safe travels.

He's still second guessing himself. But he decides to not listen to the doubts in his head for once and texts:

“Y/N, this month after our exams got over has been the most magical time I've spent in my life. Seeing you at lunch, coming back to my apartment and knowing that I could hang out with for the rest of the evening, talking about what we love to our hearts content, with no care about approaching deadline has been kinda heartbreaking NGL. But it was the most beautiful heartbreak I've experienced. I saw how peaceful you look when we're just walking around with no aim in mind, not needing to hurry, because we got nowhere to be. I saw how happy you are about the small flowers blooming unexpectedly by the sidewalk. I also saw how proud you are when you accomplish something at work. And my heat swelled every time you wanted to share that accomplishment with me. I saw you trust me enough to share your worries and fears. Made me feel very special that I could support you that way. I am glad I could be there for you. It would be so easy to fall in love with you. I saw what it would have been like to be yours. And I wanted the time to stop so that I could have you with me forever. But I can't be selfish like that. I can't keep you frozen. You're filled with so much life, it would be a crime. But how I wish I could go back to those moments and live them with you forever”

You are shell shocked. You need to talk to your best friend about this. So you screenshot it immediately.

But the doubts in Justin's head won't let go of him. Those are quite intense words and he doesn't want to scre you off or lose you.

He deletes the text a few seconds later.

He doesn't know that you've read it.

Instead he texts “Don't worry about it Y/N. I'm just tired from work. And I'm a bit meh about still having a week until my internship ends. Have a good time with your family! I'll try not to miss you too much until next semester! Cya next semester!”

And now, you're left with the original screenshot, a journey of a couple of hours, filled with nothing but the sound of jet engines, a heart overflowing with so many emotions that you can't keep track of them all, and a head full of racing thoughts that are louder than the engines of the plane taking you home.

*

-🐭

UM OKAY HELLO THE JUSTIN WEN BRAIN ROT IS EVERYONE SEEING THIS IM THROWING UP

HELLO??

HELLO???

GUYS

GUYS???

stop justin wen being so scared and letting you be the one that got away hello??? helooo???

HELLO SOMEONE PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE

HELOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#okay but when i do it... IM EVIL???? #THANK U FOR APPRECIATING MY PUNS. in my head justin wen is big on puns .... but im also the writer so maybe i need to seek help idk. #spamasks #sg: cara's groupies

[madelineorionswan]

Albert Burke

A/N: Finally! my boy is ready to debut in the world!! I hope you guys like him as much as I enjoyed researching about him. And if anyone's OCs want to be friends or roommates with him, feel free to comment on this post or text me personally.

Name: Albert Abderus Edmund Burke

Born: 4th May 1881

NickNames: Bertie, Al, Burke.

Name Meaning: Noble and Bright.

Gender: Male

Gender Identity: Wizard (he/him)

Sexuality: heterosexual.

Zodiac sign: Taurus

Blood Status: Pureblood

Nationality/Ethnicity: White British.

Physical appearance:

Face Claim: Tom Holland

Hair: Chocolate Brown

Eye Colour: Brown

Height: 5 feet, 9 inches (1.79 m)

Weight: 61kg

Skin Colour: Warm Ivory.

Style: The usual upper-class wear of the late 19th century and early 20th century, Does love his fresh white starched shirts, and has a low-key obsession with big fluffy jumpers.

Personality: (INFT-J) Shy and quiet but once familiar with you he'll open up, does rant occasionally, daydreamer, is kind, loyal and determined (in his own ways)

Strengths: strong dueler, is very loyal, is willing to take huge risks (but he does get nervous), is VERY patient.

Interest/Hobbies: poetry, art, ancient runes, astronomy.

Weaknesses: His shyness sometimes obstructs him from standing up for himself, he trusts people very easily, is willing to take huge risks and he gets very nervous.

Distinguished marks:

Has a small jagged scar on his chin from when he tripped down the porch and fell on a rock at age 2

Has a scar which almost looks like one of the runes (Uruz) on his elbow from falling down from a horse at age 14

A jagged scar down his back from when he had a major accident from stopping a running carriage at age 23

A scar down the back of his neck that wavers to his shoulder which he got from when he was hit with the cruciatis curse at age 16.

History:

Albert was born to an ancient and powerful pureblood family, the house of Burke. Being the second-born son, his birth was celebrated with much joy. His father had high hopes for him to become a man exactly like him; a man of power. But he was to be disappointed as Albert showed to be a shy and soft natured boy from the start, with a gentle and caring nature.

This disappointed both his parents. They soon started to avoid mentioning him in conversation and even sometimes left him unacknowledged. But Albert continued to try and get their attention and still loved them like they were the best parents in the world.

Sick of dealing with Albert and his gentle manners, one day both his parents took him to visit Diagon alley at the age of two. Little Albert excitedly looked at the different displays at the store. While he was distracted. Albert's parents abandoned him in the streets of Diagon Alley.

After looking around the shop windows, he turned around and saw his parents were nowhere in sight. His heart dropped and Albert scurried between the sea of people. As every second passed and couldn't find either of his parents, Albert's heartbeat quickened and his eyes started to water.

Without even knowing it, Albert kept up his search and he was soon lost in the streets of London. At that time, a gentleman by the name of Viscount William Wyevernbush. The middle-aged man was walking around the streets and he noticed the young Albert desperately scurrying about all the stores. Being curious he walked over to him and asked him what he was doing. After Albert told him that he was searching for his parents, William for some odd reason realised the situation.

He brought little Albert home, who looked terribly nervous. Since then Albert became part of the Wyvernbush family and soon became the official heir. The rest of Albert's siblings other than Ernst, never really knew about him.

Ernst was 4 when Albert was abandoned, and he always wondered what happened to his lovable, shy little brother. His question was finally answered during his 5th year at Hogwarts. When a young boy with a headful of curly hair was sorted as a 3rd-year Hufflepuff.

This was his long lost brother, Albert Burke. The brothers over their years were able to connect and finally were reunited. Their other siblings, Alexander, Octavia and Cordelia also got to know about him.

Witch Craft.

1st wand: Willow wood, 11 1/2 inches, unicorn hair core and brittle flexibility.

Willow is an uncommon wand wood with healing power, and I have noted that the ideal owner of a willow wand often has some (usually unwarranted) insecurity, however, well they may try and hide it. While many confident customers insist on trying a willow wand (attracted by their handsome appearance and well-founded reputation for enabling advanced, non-verbal magic) my willow wands have consistently selected those of most significant potential, rather than those who feel they have little to learn. It has always been a proverb in my family that he who has furthest to travel will go fastest with willow.

Unicorn hair generally produces the most consistent magic and is least subject to fluctuations and blockages. Wands with unicorn cores are generally the most difficult to turn to the Dark Arts. They are the most faithful of all wands, and usually remain strongly attached to their first owner, irrespective of whether he or she was an accomplished witch or wizard.

2nd Wand: Rowan wood, 11 1/2 inches, unicorn hair core, moderate flexibility.

Rowan wood has always been much-favoured for wands, because it is reputed to be more protective than any other, and in my experience renders all manner of defensive charms especially strong and difficult to break. It is commonly stated that no dark witch or wizard ever owned a rowan wand, and I cannot recall a single instance where one of my own rowan wands has gone on to do evil in the world. Rowan is most happily placed with the clear-headed and the pure-hearted, but this reputation for virtue ought not to fool anyone – these wands are the equal of any, often the better, and frequently out-perform others in duels.

Animagus form: None

Patronus: St. Bernard

Patronus memory: His entire adopted family and he spent a picnic day in the woods.

later Patronus Memory: His adoptive family, him and his siblings having dinner together and happily chatting.

Boggart: To be determined.

Riddikulus: To be determined.

Amortentia (what does he smell like?): honey, falling rain, apricots, vanilla and old books.

Amortentia (what does he smell?): metallic, smoke, lavender, and honeysuckle.

Magical Abilities: Can sense the feelings of plants.

At Hogwarts

Hogwarts house: Hufflepuff

Best Subjects: Herbology, Defence against Dark Arts, Potions, Astronomy.

Worst Subjects: Transfiguration, Flying, History of Magic.

Elective Subjects: Care of Magical creatures, Astronomy and Ancient Runes

N.E.W.T.S: Defence against the Dark arts, Astronomy, Ancient Runes, Transfiguration.

Extracurricular activities: This boy is too shy but wants to join a club so if anyone has any recommendations I would love to hear them.

Career

11-18: Hogwarts students

19-27: Assistant to Gervaise Ollivander at his shop Ollivanders.

27-death: Viscount Wyevernbush

Relationships

Family:

Ernst Burke:

The oldest Burke sibling Ernst was the only sibling to know Albert as a young child. From the second his younger brother was born, Ernst made it his mission in life to make him feel loved. Ernst was confused and anguished after Albert's disappearance (rather abandonment). Soon his younger brother became a distant memory and he never really told his other siblings about him. That all changed during his fifth year when he saw the sorting of one Albert Burke Wyevernbush. Intrigued, he made attempts to know the younger boy and found out it was actually his long lost little brother. The two siblings made a close bond and remained close till the end of their lives. (profile coming soon)

Alexander Burke:

Albert's younger brother. Being born a month or so after Albert's disappearance, he had no idea about his older brother. Ernst tried to make him aware of his brother, telling him stories about his and Albert's childhood. But since he never saw Albert nor did his parents tell him anything about him, little Alex dismissed it as a story. That is until when he went to Hogwarts and actually saw his long lost brother.

An outspoken, gregarious and ambitious Slytherin, Alexander was one of the most popular kids at Hogwarts during his time. His biggest passion was polo and the kid could play on for hours! literally finding a random horse in the forbidden forest and playing polo with a couple friends on the quidditch field. Safe to say that the headmaster wasn't pleased. (profile coming soon)

Cordelia Burke:

The fourth burke sibling and the first sister, she was the literal copy of her father. She was bossy, assertive and maybe a little patronizing. And let's just say, while she does get on with Albert, Ernst and her younger sister Octavia, she and Alexander do have an epic rivalry. When Albert met her, he was a bit intimidated, but she was determined to have a good relationship with him and eventually they did. (profile coming soon)

Octavia Burke:

The youngest Burke sibling and sister, and the adorable baby of the family. Albert was charmed to meet her and adored her. Octavia was shy, prim and proper and ambitious. She was interested in the matters of ancient magic which ultimately lead to her downfall as she joined the forces of you-know-who and separated from her family.

Aurelian And Gwydion Burke:

Albert's mum and dad never really liked him. Although in her last years, Albert's mother, Gwydion did have a change of heart and eventually met him on her death bed, his father never saw him or wanted to. He banned all of the children from meeting him, although all of them occasionally met and kept regular contact. Albert was also banned from their funerals.

Adoptive Family:

William Wyevernbush:

A loving and doting father, a proper Edwardian gentleman and a kind person. This was William Wyevernbush. he adopted Albert once he found the young boy in the streets of London. he loved Albert and supported him through everything, even when he found out he was a wizard and when he learnt about his history.

Elizabeth Wyevernbush:

the lady of the household was a loving mother, sometimes bossy and one heck of a fashionista. She loved Albert like her own and was very protective of him. Also, she makes the best raspberry scones!

Edward Wyevernbush:

The heir to the viscount Wyevernbush was born a year before Cordelia. he was doted upon by his parents and his adoptive older brother. Mischievous, funny and kind Edward charmed everyone in town. Unfortunately, he passed away at the age of 10 due to Diphtheria.

Friends:

Colin Moss @usernoneexistent: Bertie's sworn Hufflepuff brother! They met in their third year and both understood each other having similar personalities and complicated family histories.

Euphemia Macnair @usernoneexistent: the sensible Slytherin, met Albert through her partner, Colin and became good friends.

Winona Rosewood @usernoneexistent: The charming and lovable Gryffindor met Bertie also through Colin. She made it her mission to find him a sweetheart.

Jim Hexley; @the-al-chemist: The Compassionate and shy Hufflepuff met Albert in his Hogwarts times and became good friends.

Henry Lovecraft @lifeofkaze: The lively storyteller from Ravenclaw! Truth be told, Albert and Henry were both awkward initially, but soon they grew closer and sparked a close friendship.

Lillian Miller @camillejeaneshphm: their story is yet to be determined

Lady Georgia Coventry @camillejeaneshphm: This headstrong Hufflepuff quite intimidated Albert, but soon they grew to be good friends, even beyond their Hogwarts years and often had long conversations about managing their estates.

Selina Fawley @gcldensnitch: The wise and sweet Hufflepuff often helped Albert come out of his shyness, and was his confidante with whom he always shared his secrets and his worries about wooing a certain someone.

Love Interest:

Delilah Olethea Sweets @usernoneexistent: These two awkward dorks became fast friends and soon fell in love. But it wasn't until years after graduating from Hogwarts, that Albert realised that he would have to take his chances and win the hand of the woman he loved.

Also, if your oc wants to be friends with Albert (no enemies cus this boy is too adorable and nice) feel free to comment.

#hphl oc #hphl profile #hogwarts legacy #albert burke #new oc #harry potter #wizarding world #my oc character #ocs

[pretendingboyfriends]

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#the last time i texted them i was drunk and told them i still have feelings for them and then i blocked them on socials shortly after that #and now they're texting me asking me about an app i told them about and they couldn't remember the name #wow #the way my heart stopped when i saw the text and then dropped .2 seconds later when i realized it had nothing to do with us lol #sorry i hate it here

[itsapeterthing]

Green || Bucky Barnes

pairing: bucky barnes x avenger!reader

summary: three times bucky realized you were more than a friend and the one time he finally admitted it (based on events from tfatws)

a/n: finishing this in time for the season finale tomorrow! reblogs and/or replies are super appreciated!!

word count: 3.1k

warnings: mentions of reader wearing a short dress, jealous bucky

masterlist || request || taglist

#1

“Nice of you guys to call me.”

Your hands in your jacket pockets, you announced your presence as you strolled up to the group of four men standing outside of the police station. You could basically feel the tension in the air as each man had a resolute expression written on all over their faces.

“What’s going on here?” You asked, slipping your hands out of your pockets and gesturing towards the group.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.

You might have been nicer about the situation if you weren’t utterly pissed that the two men hadn’t informed you about the mission that they had gone on.

“Incase you forgot, Sam, you’re not the only one who’s had to pick up where someone else left off. It’s my job to keep track of you guys.” You said. “... Also I’m Bucky’s emergency contact.”

“Well,” The blonde man leaning against the police cruiser said. “You’re a little late. I handled it.”

Looking up at the man in front of you, you gave him no inclination of defeat.

“You must be John Walker.” You said.

“So you’ve heard of me?” He smirked.

You crossed your arms, stepping away from the man who you had seen on television playing the role of Captain America. You had heard about the decision moments before the government had first displayed the impersonator on screen, but it had been too late for you to do anything about it or to inform Sam or Bucky in time for his appearance.

“I’ve heard of everyone.” You deadpanned.

“Yeah?” He asked, standing up straighter. “And who are you?”

Just as you were about to open your mouth, you felt Bucky’s hand land on your shoulder. Turning to glance at him, you watched as he shook his head, giving you a serious look. Despite the fact that you were now tasked with keeping track of the former members of the group of Avengers and were one yourself, you had been able to keep your identity a secret. Although to the world you were “Sorceress”- the Avenger with magical powers similar to those of Wanda Maximoff- to members of the team such as Bucky you were Y/n Y/l/n.

He didn’t trust John Walker and he didn’t want to bring you into their own mess. Although Bucky had been avoiding Sam’s text messages, Bucky had kept in constant touch with you since you first met him after he had come back from the Blip six months ago- even going as far as spending time together multiple times a week in person- not because you had to keep track of him, but because the two of you genuinely enjoyed spending time together. 

You were the closest thing he had to normalcy and he didn’t want the knockoff version of his best friend messing it up not only for himself, but for you too.

However, you didn’t see much of a way out of it. You weren’t going to just leave Bucky and Sam to handle the situation on their own, but you also didn’t see a way that you could work alongside them and not have John and Lemar figure out your identity sooner or later.

Gently taking Bucky’s hand off of your shoulder, squeezing it lightly before dropping it, you reached out your hand to John Walker.

“Y/n Y/l/n.” You told him. “Sorceress... and I guess the current caretaker of the Falcon and the Winter Soldier.”

Later, after the group had dispersed and you followed Sam and Bucky as they walked in the opposite direction, you were surprised when you heard Bucky’s tone of voice when he finally spoke up again.

“You shouldn’t have given him your name, Y/n.” He said.

You shrugged, hands tucked into your pockets once again. “It’s fine, Buck.” You assured him. “There wasn’t much else I could do. He was going to find out eventually-”

“Don’t act so casual about it. This is your identity- your life- and you’re just going to share it with some asshole like John Walker?”

“Woah!” You exclaimed, stopping in your spot. “What’s your problem, Buck? Why do you care so much?”

Noticing how both you and Sam were staring at him with furrowed eyebrows, trying to comprehend why he was making such a “big deal” about it, Bucky grew embarrassed, not understanding himself why he cared so much. Rather than admitting defeat however, Bucky threw up his hands, scoffing.

“Forget it, Y/n. I don’t care. Do what you want.”

And with that he picked up the pace, walking in the opposite direction of where you and Sam stood confused in your spots.

#2

“I couldn’t have worn something- I don’t know- a bit longer?” You called to the three men ahead of you, following them into the club as you tugged on the hem of your short dress.

“This a club in Madripoor, Y/n.” You heard Zemo say. “If you wore anything else you would be giving us away.”

Groaning you steadied yourself in your heels following behind Zemo and Sam. You slowed your pace to walk besides Bucky who had insisted on being at the back of the line behind you- telling everyone that it would be safer for everyone if he kept their backs covered.

“How are you feeling?” You asked as quietly as you could in the loud club.

“What?” He asked.

“How are you feeling? With the while Winter Soldier thing? If you don’t think you can handle it we can find another way-”

“It’s fine, Y/n.” He said. “Don’t worry about me.”

Instead of letting it go, you gently placed your hand on his exposed, vibranium arm, causing him to stop in his spot, looking at you.

“Bucky, I’m serious.” You said. “You matter too. If you can’t handle it, I’ll find a way to get the information without all of this, okay? I care about you, Buck. Just say the word.”

He almost couldn't focus on the words coming out of your mouth as he tried to keep his eyes focused on your face, rather than trailing down your body, finally noticing just how short the dress that was adorning your body was. As good as you looked in green, he swore he would kill Zemo once he got what he needed from him for dressing you in that.

As gorgeous as you were, however, your words meant everything to him and he hung on to every single one- no matter what you were saying. Hearing the sentiment that you had for him and that you would stick your neck out for him of all people made him speechless.

Just as he was about to open his mouth however, the two of you began to feel the eyes of other partygoers staring the two of you down. As soon as you noticed, you quickly snatched your hand away from his arm and continued your pace in front of him, Bucky quickly following behind.

“Distracted?” Zemo asked as Bucky stopped beside him at the bar.

Rather than answering, Bucky remained silent, falling into character with the thought of your shared interaction still playing over and over in his mind.

#3

Coughing on his hands and knees, trying to process what had just happened, all Bucky could hear was the obnoxious sound of the alarm blaring. When he opened his eyes again he saw the shipping container now consumed with flames and illuminated with a daunting red light. Recalling what had just occurred, he scrambled to his feet, calling out for you.

“Y/n?” He called. “Y/n!”

When he didn't immediately hear your voice, he began to feel his heart race in his chest. What if something happened to you? What if you were too close to the explosion? He wouldn’t know what to do with himself if something had happened to you. Just as he was beginning to start hyperventilating, the smoke catching in his chest causing him to double over and heave, he felt your hands wrap around either of his biceps.

“Buck?” You asked. “I’m- I’m so sorry. It happened so fast I couldn’t get a forcefield around everyone. Thank God you’re okay. I was so afraid something happened-”

Cutting you off, Bucky shook your hands off of his arms, instead pulling you into his arms. Although you and the super soldier had spent more quality time than you could count together prior to starting this mission, you had never hugged before, but being in his arms you couldn’t find a single complaint, instead silently wrapping your arms tightly around his torso, running your hands up and down his back.

“Hey it’s okay, Buck. I’m okay.” You said. “Let’s go, okay? Before this thing collapses on us.”

After that the two of you had followed Sam and Sharon into the area of shipping containers, taking out hitman by hitman along the way, when you had finally gotten through all of them, you watched as Zemo pulled up in a car besides the four of you.

“Nice ride.” You said as Bucky slipped into the front seat of the vehicle, yourself sliding into one of the seats in the back row.

“Thank you, Y/n.” Zemo replied, patting Bucky on the chest. “She’s a woman of taste.”

Bucky swore to himself for the second time within the past 12 hours that when given the chance he was going to kill the man beside him- with or without his therapist’s approval.

“You’re not going to move your seat up are you?” Sam asked.

“Nope.” Bucky said.

“That’s fine.” Sam conceded. “I guess I’ll just chill back here with Y/n.”

You laughed as Sam laid his arm against headrest of the backseats of the car.

“I’m fine with that.” You said. “Just me and my favorite person.”

Now Bucky knew that you were kidding, only teasing him to get a rise out of him, but glancing at the backseat and seeing Sam’s arm practically around your shoulders and you calling him your favorite person... just didn’t sit right with Bucky. Just as Zemo’s foot was about to hit the gas, Bucky shifted the car into park, swinging the door open and stepping out of the vehicle.

“What-”

“You can have the front.” Bucky said, swinging Sam’s door open.

“It’s really okay, Buck-”

“You said you wanted more space so you can have the front.” He said. “Go sit in the front.”

You watched as Sam turned to you, quirking his eyebrows before shrugging and stepping out of the car, switching to the passenger seat. You almost wanted to laugh as you watched Bucky squeeze into the backseat behind the passenger seat, his knees practically up against his chest.

“You good?” You asked.

Despite the groan that had involuntarily escaped his mouth from the discomfort of the front seat digging into his knees, Bucky nodded, stretching his arm out across the backseat, behind your shoulders.

“I’m great.” He assured you. “Now drive, Zemo.”

Although you didn’t catch it, the two men sitting in the front seat- despite their differences- couldn’t help but throw each other a knowing look before the car took off for their next destination.

#4

“Hey!” Torres called. “I see you got your sleeve back!”

You chuckled as you turned to glance at the man stood beside you. Despite it being a joke, not a single hint of a smile cracked the man’s hard exterior. The only reason he didn’t walk out of the room on the spot was because you were standing beside him.

“He’s just in a bad mood today.” You said, reaching your hand out to shake Torres’. “I’m Y/n.”

Taking your hand and shaking it in his, he furrowed his eyebrows. “What are you doing hanging around these guys?” He asked. “...Not that you can’t handle yourself! Sam just won’t even invite me on these things.”

Pulling your hand away from his, you smiled. “Think you can keep a secret?”

As soon as you asked the question you watched as the confusion written all over his face grew even more and you could hear Sam chuckling in the background.

“I’m Sorceress.” You said. “Like the Avenger? I just try to keep my identity pretty secret, you know?”

As soon as you revealed your identity to him, you watched as the man’s face dropped and he turned to look at Sam who was standing behind him.

“Wait- she’s-” Torres stuttered.

Sam nodded, laughing.

“Yep.” Sam said. “She’s the one you’ve been hounding me about setting you up with.”

Although you weren’t paying attention to him, Bucky had already disliked how the conversation was going- finding Torres to be a little too friendly for his liking and not loving that you exposed your identity to him immediately- but when he heard Sam’s confession, he stiffened in his spot, hands balling into fists at his side.

“What? Dude!” Torres exclaimed, glancing back and forth between you and Sam before finally turning back to you, chuckling nervously. “He's just kidding! I would never have a crush on you- wait! That came out wrong! Not that you’re not pretty because you are- I just think you’re cool-”

You continued laughing as the man stumbling over his words in front of you, finding it endearing until you heard the super soldier scoff beside you. You glanced at him only to see him cross his arms while rolling his eyes before making his way out of the room.

Turning back to Torres you gave him a quick smile, pulling a card out of your pocket. “I have to go, but it was nice to meet you Torres. If these boys get in trouble again, make sure to call me first thing, okay?”

He took the card from your hand, nodding. “Uh yeah- yeah! Of course!”

With that you waved to both him and Sam before following the path Bucky had taken out of the room seconds before.

Seeing his figure pacing across the room, you threw your arms up in the air.

“What’s your problem?” You asked.

Stopping in his spot he turned to face you.

“What?” He said. “I don’t have a problem.”

You couldn’t help but scoff, crossing your arms. 

“Uh yeah. You do.” You said. “Did I do something to piss you off or something? Are you mad at me for coming on the mission? Because I’m sorry if I wanted to help save the world and make sure you guys didn’t get killed in the process.”

Bucky just stopped and stared at you standing across from him with your arms crossed. He hated to admit it, but you look pissed at him. It hurt knowing that you were upset with him, but it hurt a little more knowing that you felt as though he was mad at you when in actuality that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

“Y/n.” He said, stepping closer to you. “I’m not mad at you.”

“Then why did you just storm out of the room?” You asked.

He couldn’t think of a reason besides the truth. He could lie and say that he was   mad at you, but that wouldn’t solve the situation for anyone and could possibly strain your relationship farther- and that was the last thing he could possibly want.

The two of you stood there in silence, staring at one another as Bucky attempted to find the words in his head to ease your concern without exposing himself in the process.

But you were never one to back down with him.

“Bucky,” You said. “What’s the problem? What did I do? Why are you so angry-”

“Because I don’t like the way that guy was talking to you!” He exclaimed, throwing his arms in the air.

“What?” You asked. “What are you talking about?”

Bucky realized he was in it now. He couldn’t see a way out of it.

For the past week, Bucky couldn’t help but notice that he cared for you a bit more than friends should. Maybe he always did. He thought back to the times he would eagerly await your weekly lunches or the comfort he felt when you took him furniture shopping after seeing his empty apartment for the first time. He thought back to the times you would show up outside of his door when he was upset because you were the only person he trusted there with him in those intimate moments- he knew that you were more than just his colleague, but he realized now that you were more than his friend.

Recently it became more obvious, the burning in his chest he felt when others became a little too comfortable with you- he attempted to mask it with just wanting to protect you, but he knew you could handle yourself. He was protective over you so he wouldn’t lose you.

Just when you opened your mouth to speak again, he cupped your face in his hands. He watched as your eyes widened, but didn’t make any move to stop him. When he caught your eyes trailing from his eyes to his lips, he pulled you towards him, meeting your lips in the middle.

Maybe it was because he hadn’t kissed anyone in eighty years, but he had never felt the way he had in that moment before. He was so utterly consumed in you- the feeling of your hands reaching for his jacket, tugging him closer as you deepened the kiss, your soft lips against his, your warm breath against his face- he was lost in it.

When you finally pulled away, he didn’t want to let go, but leaned back anyway, staring at his world- you- that he now held in his hands.

“Buck...”

“I think I like you more than a friend.” He confessed.

You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face at his words. You had always cared for Bucky as more than just your former fellow Avenger, but knowing that he felt the same as you was something you could hardly believe.

“I think I do too.” You laughed, then recalled what you had come in there for in the first place. “James, were you... were you jealous?”

Thinking back over the past week the two of you had spent together on the mission, he could almost laugh at the question you had just asked.

“You’re joking, right?” He chuckled. “Yeah. You could say I was a little bit jealous.”

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