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astonmartinii · 3 months

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reluctant cupid | lando norris social media au

pairing: lando norris x fem bff!reader

you could set your bestie up with a driver or you could confess your feelings? lando norris is dumb.

based on this request: Could you write something about being best friends with lando and he tries to help set you up with another driver you have a crush on, but then he realises he actually likes you so he has to sabotage all the wingmanning he’s done and you end up together Idk if that makes sense 😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 -@mbappesleftthigh

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yourusername: someone please save me from the grips of hinge and this oh so lonesome life

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user1: girl knows the whole f1 paddock and looks like that and is still alone there is NO HOPE for me

user2: this post might have thrown me over the edge

landonorris: "i'm so lonely" "why don't you approach that guy" "no too scary"

user3: that's so real though

yourusername: thank you!

landonorris: how do you expect to find a boyfriend when you don't like to talk to anyone and treat hinge like a gameshow

yourusername: i didn't come here for actual advice let me commiserate in peace. god, can women have anything these days?

landonorris: ???

yourusername: oh! idea! pretty please set me up with one of your friends? they have to be great otherwise you wouldn't be friends with them, right? RIGHT?

landonorris: i guess...

yourusername: please lando, i've never asked for anything before

landonorris: i can feel you pouting through the phone

yourusername: so you'll consider ?

landonorris: fine...

user4: bro either gotta admit his feelings now or be condemned to be in the plot of a weird romantic comedy

user5: i personally don't think i can wait until the third act break up with this side character LANDO ACT NOW

oscarpiastri: you'd really trust lando's judgement?

yourusername: he's friends with me, he's got good taste?

oscarpiastri: touche

maxverstappen1: whatever you really wanna say oscar, you gotta keep it in, these idiots will figure it out eventually

yourusername: ???

landonorris: ???

user6: the grid are so done with their asses i can't 😭

user7: but what if the universe doesn't intervene and lando really has just lost the girl forever?

user8: bestie we can't be thinking like this

landonorris

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landonorris: being back home means being bothered by her (and whatever is her newest hyperfixation - it's sylvanian families this month if you couldn't tell)

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user9: i am so sorry but they are so in love

user10: it's cute in the movies, but these blind bitches are starting to piss me off

yourusername: THEY CAN HEAR YOU, BE A BETTER DAD

landonorris: they're not my children

yourusername: you take that back right now, you LOVE them

landonorris: you spent my money on them yes

yourusername: that's fatherhood, buddy. buckle up

user11: whoever he sets her up (if he's still dumb enough to do that) is gonna be the biggest third wheel in history

user12: who would willingly sign up for that

user13: me. i would. i have two working eyes and have seen y/n

maxverstappen1: who are these funky little critters and how can i procure some for p?

yourusername: finally a man with sense, literally any grocery store or toy store

maxverstappen1: perf

yourusername: if lando stops being mr. grumpy i'll ask him if i can come to a race and p and i can play animal families

landonorris: i am NOT mr. grumpy

maxverstappen1: you kinda are dude. is it the set-up is it stressing you out?

landonorris: nO

yourusername: then why are you putting it off !!! lando i might die from terminal yearning !!!

landonorris: i have an interested candidate

yourusername: really? do you think they'll actually like me? like this isn't a pity date right?

landonorris: nope!

user14: lando is typing through tears as we speak

user15: if y/n does go on a date with someone from the paddock i actually hope it goes well, as one lonely girl to another, it's tough out here we need one win

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f1wagupdates: turns out lando is a bit of a cupid as his childhood friend y/n y/ln was spotted out and about with carlos sainz.

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user20: HE ACTUALLY DID IT

user21: that moment when you're so down bad for a girl that you set her up with your best friend

user22: that moment when you're such a wimp you can't admit your feelings and set up the girl you like with a literal GREEK GOD

user23: i am so bamboozled by this move he literally looked like a kicked puppy on his stream bro this is your doing 😭

user24: she's a lover girl she's going to get her heart broken :(

user25: this has mess written all over it

user26: she's literally described herself as a terminal yearner i feel like she'll throw herself in and will get hurt

user27: UNLESS! this is all part of the plan? what if lando set her up with a messy guy like carlos so he can be the shoulder to cry on and that's how he slides in?

user28: that's very convoluted, very rom-com but i'll take it if it means we get lando and y/n together in the end

user29: i know this probably won't last long but can we all appreciate how hot this couple is?

user30: lando and y/n runs rings round y/n and carlos

user31: lol lando is a bad friend for setting her up with CARLOS him and charles are THEE red flags

user32: i hope y/n is prepared

user33: also lando hasn't thought it fully out if his plan is to be the shoulder to cry on because he's just opening her up to be called a homie hopper or a paddock bunny

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carlossainz55: productive weekend with my girl

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user34: well that's not y/n

user35: that finished faster than i expected

user36: lando DO NOT quit your day job

landonorris: call me bro

carlossainz55: si, cabron

user37: i don't think they'll be cabrons after this call

user38: maybe this is all just going to plan?

user39: yall gotta give up this conspiracy theory maybe these people are just as dumb and mean as they seem to be

user40: soooooo... what did we all do this weeekend?

user41: i broke a girl's heart @carlossainz55 twins 👯‍♂️

user42: AHHHH???

maxverstappen1: oh that's not-

yourusername: you're so chronically online :(

maxverstappen1: you're alive?

yourusername: yes. coming at you live from the bed i'm currently rotting in

maxverstappen1: not going to say i didn't warn you?

carlossainz55: really? in my own comment section?

yourusername: one second, we're having a conversation here

maxverstappen1: yeah carlos, gosh.

carlossainz55: i'm so confused

user43: okay power move to just start a conversation in his comments?

user44: the power of confusion is simply unmatched

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yourusername: certified boy hater

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user45: a ferrari boy will do that to you

landonorris: feeling hashtag victimised rn

yourusername: obviously doesn't include you girlypop. but you seriously need to reevaluate your judgement

landonorris: carlos is attractive?

yourusername: he ghosted me?

carlossainz55: i am right here

yourusername: blocked.

landonorris: did you actually just block him?

yourusername: yes 😀 !

landonorris: god this is a nightmare

yourusername: not if you'd take a GOD DAMN HINT

landonorris: WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?

user46: yall this is a public instagram comment section

user47: don't say that, this is their argument in the rain moment

user48: lemme grab the popcorn 🍿

maxverstappen1: this better not include the real number one girlypop here

yourusername: of course not pookie

oscarpiastri: you gonna continue the lil spat above this?

yourusername: no?

oscarpiastri: well some people (max and i) would like to listen so please continue

yourusername: no, i don't think i will

oscarpiastri: GOD YOU PEOPLE ARE INSUFFERABLE

maxverstappen1: what oscar said

user49: oscar and max are so real

user50: they can't leave us on this cliff hanger

landonorris

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landonorris: some snaps from '23

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user51: have we just been thirst trapped?

user52: i don't think it was intended for us

user53: this has "i am hotter than carlos sainz" written all over it

yourusername: posting tits on main, brave.

landonorris: i came second in singapore.

yourusername: sureeeeeeeeeeeeeeee. modesty, ever heard of it lan?

landonorris: slutshaming isn't cute y/n

yourusername: you kinda have to pull to be a slut lan. you are under qualified for the position

landonorris: if you keep being mean to me i will call your mum or my mum.

yourusername: try it. i see cisca more than you, i have faith in her

landonorris: the line is busy. are you on the phone to MY mum right now?

yourusername: maybe.

user54: we're so close to them getting their heads out of their asses

user55: don't get my hopes up

danielricciardo: i hope this works lol

landonorris: you don't think i'm sexy?

danielricciardo: it doesn't matter what i think

landonorris: i'm not sexy :(

danielricciardo: you're baiting me but yes, you are sexy.

user56: i'll fight anyone who made this man believe he's not beautiful

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user57: I SAW THAT 📸

user58: someone just lock them in a cupboard at this point

oscarpiastri: noted.

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yourusername: yeah, yeah. you can stop yelling at us now.

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user61: LET'S FUCKING GO

user62: it was worth all that yelling. i expect an invite to the wedding now.

user63: wedding? girly they only just realised their feelings after a DECADE

maxverstappen1: it was about fucking time

yourusername: okay miss ma'am. some people are EMOTIONALLY VULNERABLE AND NOT VERY GOOD AT PROCESSING THEM

maxverstappen1: you must've been emotionally constipated because this was painful

yourusername: it was painful for me too

maxverstappen1: so painful that you dated CARLOS

yourusername: one date! ONE!

maxverstappen1: carlos said can you unblock him so he can be mean to me?

yourusername: fine.

carlossainz55: STOP MAKING ME LOOK LIKE A BAD PERSON. YES I AM NOT THE BEST AT RELATIONSHIPS BUT LEAVE ME BE

maxverstappen1: lol

yourusername: lol

user64: unblocking carlos to hit him with the lol max and y/n might be more iconic than lando and y/n

landonorris: not on our relationship announcement post 🤨

user65: OOP.

landonorris: i love you doofus

yourusername: i love you too muppet

landonorris: how much was the betting pool for your family?

yourusername: it got to over £300

landonorris: ours was £750

yourusername: are we dumb?

landonorris: no!

oscarpiastri: two dumbass girls saying 'yass' to each other

yourusername: LEAVE US BE

landonorris: oscar :(

user66: not their own families betting on when they'd get together 😭

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landonorris: first win, hopefully not my only one.

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user67: MY BABIES

user68: i feel like i've been on this journey with them

oscarpiastri: thank god you guys got your shit together, i was THIS close to jumping out the nearest window if i had to watch lando mope around like a kicked puppy when y/n had the lil thing with carlos

user69: so it wasn't some grand plan?

oscarpiastri: no he's just dumb enough to actually set up his first love with his best friend

landonorris: OSCAR!

oscarpiastri: am i wrong?

landonorris: no... but! i got there in the end

oscarpiastri: good thing you're faster on track

user70: the grid being just as done with them as us is killing me

maxfewtrell: finally this unnecessarily long and overly convoluted saga has come to and end, lets never do this again!

landonorris: i'm locked in for life bro no worries

yourusername: awwwwwwwwwwwwww i love you too bubs

maxfewtrell: stop being sappy under my comment

yourusername: you just complained we didn't sort out our shit fast enough and now we're too sappy?

landonorris: STICK TO A STORY BOZO

maxfewtrell: now you're even more ride or die... can we go back?

yourusername: nope!

landonorris: nope!

maxverstappen1: i for one am very happy for you both

yourusername: thank you max !!

landonorris: not so fast, he had the biggest bet on us in the paddock

yourusername: get that bag sis

landonorris: ???

yourusername: we can't fight it anymore, let them have their jokes, we actually have each other now :)

landonorris: yes we do :) xx

user71: golly gosh this is so fucking cute

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covetyou · 3 months

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stupid cupid

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader rating: Explicit (18+ only!) warnings: oral sex (f receiving), unprotected P in V, a few ass slaps, sex toys (butt plug and a dp dildo), anal play, anal sex (with a dildo), double penetration, creampie, vague fluff and emerging feelings (gross), the wings stay ON. word count: 5.2k summary: Joel makes a return to your home, this time with another gift to give. Will you be his Valentine?

A/N: he's here. he's back. baubles joel, big bawl joel, the holiday king himself. and yes, yet again something that probably shouldn't be a series is becoming a loose-fit series because I just can't quit.

I guess you can all be my Valentine's if you'd like and we can smooch and hold hands and stuff, idk (I love you 💛) gorgeous V day divider by @saradika-graphics

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You didn't expect to scream the moment you entered your bedroom after a long day at work.

Of course, you had wanted to scream all day. First, when you spent the morning fighting with a piece of software that just did not want to work. Then, when you watched your colleagues trickle out of the building well before 5pm, all on their way to romantic dates, while you were stuck in your seat making up for your - and their - lost time this morning. And when you finally stumbled from the building at 8pm, only to sit in traffic for another fucking hour? You may just have let a furious squeal escape your throat as you gripped the steering wheel.

As you finally pulled into your driveway, the only things on your mind were a hot shower and takeout food.

The first part had gone without a hitch. Mostly.

Stripping off your work clothes before you'd even got to the bathroom, you hadn't noticed a single thing different about your home. As you tossed your clothes into the hamper, nothing was amiss. Stepping under the hot stream of water, you felt totally at peace for the first time that day. There was a kind of serenity to be found in your own bathroom that didn't exist anywhere else. No, nothing was unusual at all.

And then you'd loosely wrapped a towel around you, not bothering to dry yourself, and crossed the short distance across the hall to your bedroom. You weren't to know you never closed the door this morning when you left - that was 14 hours ago, afterall. Sunset had long since been and gone, so how were you to see anything, or anyone, where it shouldn't be until you sleepily flicked the light on after closing the door behind you.

So, naturally, when your brain finally registered DANGER - INTRUDER you screamed, almost dropping your towel in the process.

And that's where you still are, locked to the spot, fight or flight truly fucking off from your mind entirely, as you stare straight ahead.

There's a man on your bed. A very familiar man. His hulking figure splayed across it like some kind of fucking renaissance painting, naked as the day he was born, except for the fairy wings strapped to his back with elastic and... is that a bow and arrow? And a pacifier?

"Santa Joel?"

Joel rolls his eyes, pulling the pacifier from his mouth with a pop.

"I ain't Santa. Does this look like Santa to you?" he says, with a sweeping broad gesture down his body. He decidedly does not look like Santa. You're not sure what he looks like, and you're not sure you care when you can't help but notice he's at half mast already. Dragging your eyes from his crotch, you look at his face, somehow sweet and angelic even with his dick out.

"Okay, well... what are you?"

Looking at you in disbelief, he slaps the pacifier down onto the bed before swinging his legs over the edge to sit upright. Only, now you're not so sure it's a pacifier. It looks like a - but why was he sucking on it?

"Ain't it Valentine's Day? I'm Cupid, stupid."

"Cupid Joel?"

"Cupid Joel. It really that difficult to work out?" With a lopsided grin he picks up the bow, miming shooting you, before resting his elbows on his knees. The soft trickle of water down your body feels more and more like you're melting by the second. A practical stranger like Joel shouldn't have been able to do this to you the first time, but the fact he was here again, charming and suave, despite the nudity and criminal activity, told you all you needed to know. You were painfully and woefully attracted to him and you would do just about anything to have a night with him again.

"Well, Cupid Joel, you broke into my house. Again."

He ignores you, lounging back on your bed and spreading his knees wide, picking up the - yep, that's definitely a butt plug - again and sucking it into his mouth. Removing it with a flourish, he looks you up and down, a question in his eyes before looking to his own cock, now much harder than it was a moment ago.

"Different guy, you said that was Santa Joel." You can see him holding back a laugh, and you'd be tempted to wipe the smirk from his face if you weren't rooted to the spot. "Anyway, that guy told me he didn't see any pictures when he was here, guessed you didn't have a Valentine. Figure everyone deserves some lovin' on the big day," he says with a shrug and a quirk of his mouth. "So, here I am. Your very own Cupid, if you'll have me, 'course. Don't gotta stay, I can leave if you want me to."

You didn't want him to leave. He'd broken into your house again, and you were exhausted, but seeing him lie there, naked in your bed with the evidence of his little dress up game strewn around him, stirred things in you. If he was willing to give you some lovin' then who were you to turn that down. You're only human, after all, and it is Valentine's Day.

So, you do the only logical thing in that moment and drop your towel without another thought.

"'Atta girl," Joel chuckles patting the bed beside him. "C'mere, got you a present."

Incredible, if slightly strange, sex with a stranger, and he bought you a present? Suddenly the day isn't feeling quite as shit as it was an hour ago, and damp and naked, you approach your bed. You're close enough to him now that you can smell him again, that soft oaky smell throwing you back to the twinkling lights of Christmas Eve. You didn't know any more about him now than you did that night, really. Though, truth be told, you hadn't tried too hard to find him. You had a good time, and the soft lit fantasy of Santa Joel was something you enjoyed exactly as it was. Unveil the man, and you threatened to ruin that fantasy. But a night with Cupid Joel? That could be a new fantasy altogether.

"S'not Christmas any more, don't remember ever having to sit on Cupid's knee to get a Valentine," you murmur, sitting back on your heels as Joel's large hand slides up your thigh. You watch as it moves from your knee to your hip and back again, fingers gently teasing your sensitive inner thigh on the way down. The only hands that had touched you since Christmas were your own, though you had spent night after night imagining his all over you. You were starting to think you'd fallen asleep at the wheel and this was all some wonderful stress dream.

But then he presses a soft kiss to your knee, the scratch of his facial hair rubbing just enough to let you know this is all very, very real and you'd very much like more of it.

"Ain't gonna make you sit on my knee for it. Might want you to sit on somethin' else though."

You laugh, rolling your eyes. "Real smooth, Cupid."

And then he's smiling up at you as he leans forward to kiss your thigh, then your belly, pushing you back with one large hand until you're laying beneath him, spread bare and open as he makes his way back down to your thighs.

It's so easy to get lost in it. The soft scratch of the scruff on his chin, rough fingertips moving gently across your thighs, soft lips pressing and sucking delicately on you, catching the last specks of water from your skin with each pass of his mouth. Your eyes drift closed just as his breath ghosts across your mound, another soft kiss soon following, and another, and another.

Until, blissfully, his soft mouth connects with your clit, tongue peaking out to swipe across the sensitive bud. It had been so long since anyone had gone down on you, long before you made the move to Texas last year, you'd almost forgotten what it felt like. Stuttering for a while, you're about to feebly mumble how good it feels, but all thoughts grind to a halt when he sucks your clit into his mouth, moaning before softly releasing. You had never had a man moan eating your cunt before, and now here you were, fairly certain angels were real and you'd gone to heaven, taken there by Cupid Joel and his wings.

"You always this late home, or did you have a date that went to shit?" he mumbles around your clit. It's a small sneaky way that he asks, wanting clarification on something he was almost certain of but you had yet to confirm. There were no pictures in your house, but that didn't mean there wasn't anyone in the picture.

Shaking your head, you gasp out a response. "Work - work went to shit. Ohh."

"Bad day?"

"Yeah, it - fuck, Joel."

It's then that you take your first opportunity to look down and see him between your legs. His hair looks even fluffier, his hands pushing your thighs open while his fingers pull you apart at the seams. His eyes closed, lashes fanned against his cheek, tongue softly lapping against your center, gusts of his hot breath billowing against your mound. He's beautiful.

And he's still in the fucking fairy wings.

A laugh primes itself, ready to explode out of you, but another firm lick sends you reeling, head hitting the mattress with a thud. Whatever he's doing to you, whatever this fucking day has done to you, you're going to come, and fast.

"Cu-Cupid Joel. Don't fucking stop."

Joel stops mid-lick, earning a frustrated moan from you, eyes widening from where he looks up between your thighs. "Already?" he asks in disbelief, noticing how quickly your legs and cunt have started to twitch.

"Stupid fucking cupid, don't stop, please."

His mouth finds your clit again and he's devouring you, lapping quickly against your cunt as your squirm into him, hips rocking your cunt against his tongue. Another day you'll wonder if it was his tongue or your movement that got you there, but right now all you know is the thick syrupy feeling in your veins as an orgasm quickly rockets through you, a strangled moan leaving your throat as you fist your sheets in your hands. You've muffled him, your thighs clamping around his head as he pushes further forward, tongue buried in your folds until you can't take it any more and you're desperately pulling away from him.

When you release your grip on his head, he gasps, cursing into the plushness of your thighs. Sitting up, he looks down at you, the bedroom light illuminating him from behind, making the wings glow on his back like your very own heavenly creature.

"Wanna see your present now?"

The fog in your head has barely cleared, your ears still fuzzy as you take in his words. Somehow a tongue on your pussy wasn't your Valentine's gift from Cupid?

"Wha - that wasn't it?"

"Nope."

"Is that it," you say, letting a thread of hope feed into your voice while you nod to where his cock hangs heavy between his legs.

"Not exactly, but you can have that too if you want it, darlin'."

You don't know what you expect, but Joel reaches over and picks the butt plug from where he'd discarded it on your bed earlier, and holds it out to you.

"Don't know if you're into it but," he holds the plug out to you, base first. The pink glass looks so delicate in his fingers, and it takes a twist of his hand for you to see it, but the heart shaped base of the plug soon becomes clear to you, brain foggy as it is, and you laugh, the sound bubbling out of your lips as your head tips back, laughing so hard you can feel your tits shake.

"You had that in your mouth."

Joel shrugs. "Better now than after it's been in your ass."

"Why're you so sure it's goin' into my ass?"

Got him, flashes through your mind when you watch his face drop. You don't let him suffer for long.

"I'm fucking with you. You're tellin' me you broke into my house but didn't go through my shit? I got three in the drawer over there."

"Three?!" he says in faux shock, rolling you over onto your front and grabbing at your ass cheeks. He pulls them apart, the cool glass in his hand pushing into your cheek as he tugs you open.

You shriek, swatting behind you as you laugh again. "Joel- what the fuck are you doing!?"

"Checkin' where you keep these three assholes."

"I'm lookin' at one asshole right now."

Now it's his turn to laugh, a deep rich sound that has your toes curling and your pulse sky rocketing, pulling you out of it with a gasp when he slaps a hand down on your ass only to watch it ripple with the impact.

"So, do you want it in?"

"Mhm, I have lube in the bedside table."

A rummage later, you wait, kicking your feet in the air, resting your chin in the cup of your palm. When he turns again, he sees you waving your ass from side to side, ready for him. Slick is coating your pussy, your upper thighs glossy with it too.

"That a present all for me?"

Pulling your cheeks apart again, he kisses each one, lightly nipping on the soft flesh as he does. And then, without much warning, he burries his tongue between your spread legs, licking a thick stripe from your clit to your asshole, groaning with every lick over your tight ring. Fisting the sheets, you press your face into the mattress. If he's going to keep doing this before he even fucks you, you're going to come again and fall asleep before he can get inside you.

"I thought this was a present for me, you're acting mighty excited back there."

"It is. Never said I wouldn't get anythin' outta it though."

A cool trickle of lube drizzles into your crack, quickly spread by Joel's large finger. He teases for a moment, circling your tight hole a little before gently pushing in.

"Fuck."

Moaning in agreement, you almost speak to agree, but then his finger is gently fucking your asshole and all words fail you. Coming just a moment ago did nothing to stop the need you had for this man, the feeling in your core growing tenfold as each moment passed.

"Fuck, Joel, put it in my ass and fuck me already."

The strangled noise from behind you startles you, and you look back for a second to see Joel's eyes pinched together and his head thrown back as his hand grips tightly around the base of his cock, wings falling forward over his shoulders as he desperately tries to relax himself.

"You can't say shit like that to me, darlin'."

"Then stick it in me, stupid."

Fingers slick with lube, he strokes the plug, before sliding the cold tip across your hole.

"Wanted go slow. Wanna watch you take it."

With a soft push, he presses the tip forward, watching as your hole accepts the cold tip with ease. This was always something you loved, even playing with your plugs by yourself when the feeling took you. It had been too long since anyone else had played with your ass, and you can't say you were too mad about Joel being the first to touch you there in so long.

The stretch is soft, and soon the bulb of the head pushes past your tight ring, making Joel hiss behind you as he watches you take it. He fucks you with it once, then twice, before pushing firmly, letting your ass take the entire length of the plug. Twisting it, he sits the heart upright, before leaning forward to kiss it. It's not often you get a man's face buried in your ass so, figuring it's karmic justice for the species, you push back into him, holding back a laugh when a small oomph escapes his lips when your ass collides with his face.

"Gonna tell Santa Joel you did that. No nice list for you."

"Then if I'm already on the naughty list, fuck me already. You promised me lovin'."

Wiggling your ass, you arch your back to expose your pussy to him even more. He hasn't so much as put a finger in you yet, and part of you is glad for it. You want to feel his cock pull you apart as it fills you, pushing past the ridge of the plug lodged in your ass. You want to feel stretched and full and ruined.

Joel seems to be on the same page, shuffling forward, dick in hand, sliding the tip through your slick folds. Catching on your entrance, he runs the tip of his dick across the plug where it's nestled inside you before pushing down, slipping into your empty hole.

And fuck is it tight. If it feels this good for you, the half-filled and stretched wide feeling of his cock in one hole and the plug in the other, you wonder how it must feel on his dick. You're wet, dripping really, soaking his cock and letting him in with ease, but there's the solid lump of the plug dragging along the top side of his cock as he pushes in.

Deciding he's going too fucking slow, too tentative when all you want is to be filled, you push back. In one swift rock you take him to the root, gasping and hitting the bed with your fists as he bottoms out, his own fingers digging into you flesh harshly.

"Sh-fuck, fuck."

Stopping, you almost pull away, worried you might have hurt him, but his grip stops you. Before you can turn or question him, he's pulling back, slamming in hard again, groaning when you take him completely.

If Santa Joel destroyed you, Cupid Joel is going to wreck you entirely. And you welcome it.

He's fucking you steadily in no time, relishing in the sound of your moans getting higher and higher in pitch with each pound.

Your knees buckle first, planting you face first in your sheets. Joel tries to pull you up, but his own knees are slipping, dragged down by the grip of your cunt on his cock. Giving in, he crowds over you, pumping deep into you despite the tangle of limbs you've became in the last few seconds. Somewhere in the scuffle you've kicked the bow and arrow, listening as they clatter to the floor just as tangled as the two of you are.

He's warm, and sweaty, and heavy above you, holding just enough of his weight on his elbows to let you breathe. Making a few more shallow thrusts, he suddenly stills, nose breathing deep into your hair.

"Shit. Can't come yet. I got one more surprise for you," he pants into your ear, offering you a soft kiss to your shoulder before his weight shifts.

You want to grab him and hold him to you, beg him to come in you already, but he has other ideas and he's pulling out before you can grab him. "Ugh."

"Gimme a sec," he grunts from behind you. "Can't - hmfph - get it over - god damn it - my balls. There. Got it. Snug but, damn, look at that."

Looking behind you, you watch as he sways from side to side, looking down where his cock bobs between his legs. He's mesmerized, and soon so are you.

He's strapped another cock just below his own, the tapered black dildo just shorter than he is. It sits flush to his full balls, anchored to them by a thick ring, another wrapped around his length. Even with the sounds of his struggle, you're amazed he got it on so quickly.

"Don't have to take both but," and he shrugs - fucking shrugs all coy and uncertain as if he hasn't reached into the depths of your brain and pulled out your most desperate fantasy of taking two cocks at once.

"Didn't wanna spook you, but given you like gettin' your asshole played with," he says with a press to the plug still sat in your ass. "Worth finding out if you're into ass fuckin' too."

You were. Fuck yes, you were. You had your own collection of toys and plugs for a reason, but it had been a criminally long time since anyone had really fucked you there. Other than Joel, it had been a criminally long time since anyone had fucked you anywhere.

"If I say yes, what else are you gonna pull out from back there? You got a bag of tricks around here somewhere."

Joel gives you a toothy grin, stroking his hand over his slicked cock before sliding two fingers straight into you. "Tool bag is downstairs, but ain't got anythin' in there I'd like to put in here darlin', don't worry."

Fingers slipping slick and wet inside you, pressing firmly upward with help of the plug still lodged in your ass, you're rendered speechless again. Reaching out for him you hold his hand in place, fucking yourself on his fingers for a moment before reaching further toward him.

Joel gasps when your hand gently cups around his balls, the thick rings of the toy strapped around them making them seem even fuller with the press of the dildo into them. You roll reach one beneath your fingers, catching the dark look in his eyes.

"You like 'em, huh? Know you liked havin' 'em in here."

"Fuck. Thought about it so much since. Dreamed of you coming back to fuck me with them again."

"Tsk, ain't disappointing you, am I?"

"Joel, you have two cocks and you're threatening me with a good time. You couldn't disappoint me right now even if you tried. And you broke into my house. Again. Now, if you don't fuck my ass with either of the cocks you have there soon I'm going to do it myself," you say, fingers stilling on his balls, before you think again and add, "Please."

"Since you asked so nicely, sweetheart. C'mon now, lemme take this out. Can put it back in this needy hole after. That's it."

It's surreal, looking up at him as he gently tugs the plug out of your ass, offering you sweet murmurs of encouragement. You know nothing about him, save for his first name and penchant for dress up games. And yet, the desire you have for him is steadily creeping upward as time ticks on. Truthfully, you didn't even really remember what he looked like when you thought about him, fingers toying with your clit as you came to memories of Christmas eve. Low light and mind melting orgasms will do that to you. All you knew was his voice and the soft filthy way he fucked you. Now, getting a proper look at him without the shield of twinkling lights and that red jacket, you can truly appreciate him. He's fit, though you suspect he's never stepped foot in a gym a day in his life. He's soft too, in the way that strong sturdy things are soft. You want nothing more than to pull him into you, to press his softness against your own as he ruts into your holes, but that's decidedly not what this is. Whatever this is, between the mild crime and fucking, it isn't that sort of soft sweet thing.

You don't know how he's going to do it, which cock is going to take which hole, but you decide you don't care when he's leaning over you to press a soft kiss to your lips. When your legs wrap around him of their own accord it's all but decided, and he takes his cock in hand - his real one - and lines up with your dripping slit, pushing in slightly before fumbling below for the other. It takes a moment - the lubed up dildo slipping from his grasp as he huffs and tries, but fails, to slot it against you. Briefly tangling your fingers with his, you take over, positioning the toy at your ass, feeling it slip in a little already as he grinds his hips forward, desperate to be balls deep in you again. With both cocks poised and ready you moan, quivering and clamping your eyes shut at merely the thought of being fucked in both holes at once.

With one more press forward, Joel slides in, the glide of lube easing the dildo into your as as his cock reclaims it's place inside your pussy.

And fuck, you have never been so full, and Joel has never fucked something so damn tight. The space his cock would normally make is taken up by the dildo, fighting for position inside of you as he rocks gently, sliding in and out of you with gradually deeper movements. The deeper he presses, the more desperate your moans become, and you catch the hesitation in his face before he can move.

"Don't you fuckin' dare stop."

This time he doesn't, wordlessly pushing into you and filling both your holes to the brim as sweat trickles down his face. You want to lick it off him, to sink your nails into his back, wings be damned, to lick the salt from his skin and bite down into the the firm flesh at his neck. But the only thing you can do before he's fucking you in earnest is grab hold, careful to avoid snapping the elastic of his wings against his shoulders as he pounds forward. There's no candlelight and rose petals here, just the raw sound of skin slapping against skin, grunts heaving into the air as you pull yourselves into each other.

"Tell me how it feels," you rasp into his ear, watching the flap of wings over his shoulder. "Tell me how it feels fucking me with both of your cocks."

"Oh, shit, it's good. So good, baby. Someone's definitely goin' on the naughty list next Christmas. You likin' this? You likin' being fucking in the ass and pussy?"

A frantic nod is all you can manage as he starts hitting a spot in you you didn't know existed, building pressure in your cunt like never before.

"I know. You're just so full, ain't you. Take two dicks so well. Pulling me in so good."

Hoisting your legs over Joel hips, you grip around him, a loud moan bursting out of your chest as he fucks back down, deeper now at the new angle. This is it. This is how you die, you're sure of it.

"How close - How close are you. I think I'm gonna - fuck - die -AH!"

He stops grunting for a moment to force out a breathless "Am I hurtin'?"

It only takes one look at you for Joel to realize he's not hurting you at all. There you are, fucked all the way to oblivion and back, a chorus of angels screaming in your ears with each snap of his hips. You're going to come again, clit untouched and holes filled, a way you've never managed to before. You don't even know how it's happening, all you know is that suddenly your soul feels like it's being pulled straight from your bones, through the middle of you and out through your cunt and asshole at the hands of Cupid Joel himself. And then you're gushing, mind and pussy totally detached as you come, soaking his cock and your sheets.

"Yeah that's it," he grunts, his weight surrounding you once more as he pushes into your spasming holes over and over, chasing his own release. If it wasn't for the damn tight rings around his cock and balls he would've come already, but your moans in his ear and your fingers gripping his shoulders spur him forward.

"Joel."

"Gonna come. Gonna fuckin' - uh - come in your tight fuckin' pussy."

"Yes, yes, come in me, please, I can't, I'm gonna -"

Joel stiffens, hips stuttering as he gives you a few hard, shallow thrusts, before he explodes inside you, groaning so loud it makes your ears ring and cunt make one last attempt to clench around him. As much as you soaked him, he's just filled your cunt, cum pushing deep inside you with each spurt, locked in place by the fullness of the two cocks inside you. You collapse back, your ears still ringing and your limbs feeling soft and heavy.

This time you're certain black out for a moment.

But when you peel open your eyes, Cupid Joel is above you again, halo'd by the bright yellow light on your bedroom ceiling. His hair is damp, wet even, from sweat, a bead trickling down his neck and glittering in the light. And in his eyes there's concern, a worried pinch in his brow as he searches your face.

"You passed out -"

"- You're still here."

He rolls his eyes. "Way to make a guy feel special, sweetheart," he says with a cocky smile. "Just checkin' on you, but I can get goin' as long as you're okay."

You nood, the movement feeling as slurred as your speech. "You left. Last time. Saw you walkin'. Jus' wonderin'."

"Wait... you saw that? Shit, I thought you were asleep."

"No, wasn't 'sleep."

"You gonna sleep now?"

"No," you murmur with a nod, closing your eyes as you feel the last sweep of his hand down your neck, pulling a sheet over your limp form, just for you to mumble one last thing before the soft darkness takes you. "Balls... next time... please."

"You got it, darlin'."

It's an arduous journey to the bathroom when you wake up in the dead of night, remnants of cum trickling down your legs and thighs sticking together. Quickly cleaning yourself up, you check the house for signs of him, already knowing that he's long gone. You wonder how he left this time, whether he kept the wings on, whether he still had a second cock strapped to his own as he escaped into the darkness. For all you know, your cupid could have flown away on glittered fairy wings.

And then you're crawling back into bed, takeout long forgotten, any hunger you had satisfied in a different way than you expected. Somehow there's comfort in the wat patch you curl yourself around. Cupid Joel is gone from your house, but there are still traces of him here. The cum on the sheets, the ache between your legs and, as you reach to turn the light off and let darkness take you, the butt plug on your bedside table. Between the Christmas decorations stashed in a box in your closet and this plug, you were slowly amassing pieces of a man you didn't really know - gifts from a stranger that made you feel more at home in this place you'd moved to than anything else had managed to in ten months.

Tracing the outline of the heart with your finger, you stretch and snuggle back down into bed, letting exhaustion take hold and when you dream, you dream of flying.

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller x f!reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #pedro pascal characters #coveted fics #big bawl jawl #never forget the balls #fic: dress up joel

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wonryllis · 2 months

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𓍼⠀ YOU, MY FATE COME AND KISS ME.

𝒏o𝓉ℯs. park jongseong x fem!reader 𖥔 ݁ fluff-angst, soulmate au LIB? word count `425 for @okwonyo valentine event!

jay thinks he's stuck in a loop.

a never-ending turn of events that cage him beyond the lights of universe. for everyday it feels like he falls in love with you all over again. a trick of heaven, a path weaved so carefully by fate, a red string tying him to you to the ends of his breath.

in a world of destiny, you are his paradox.

since the age of ten, jay has known his soul is bound to another for life, for love, for everything in between and apart. he has spent all his birthdays waiting for the one where the chosen name will etch itself onto his skin, telling him the time has come. but twenty-two and the wheel of cupid is yet to stop. perhaps it's because of you. three seasons spent together, and the guy is smitten. wishing everyday for you to be his other half.

"does this look good on me?" your voice echoes into the silence in the room, an ever quiet jay hoping for things to stay the same every year. to be away from you would be like death to him.

"you look as gorgeous as always, tell me how i got this lucky," his hands wrap around the curve of you waist and he rests his head on your shoulder, eyes locking through the mirror. the scent of your lotion like an ardent addiction. to think maybe someday he could never smell it again would be like stab of grief.

"honestly i am the lucky one, now we only have to wait for this," the words are just above a whisper, a small smile dancing on the tips of your lips, as you stare at your wrist— the place where jay's name is supposed to show up.

"whatever happens i know i'll only love you," jay leaves a fleeting kiss on your lips, arms holding you tight as if you'd slip away.

"now let's go my pretty valentine," you laugh at the way he tries to wink provocatively, and jay feels the arrow struck through his heart hurt for the nth time. a churning in his stomach evoking a desperate yearn for you, for the spot on his wrist he thought to have reserved for you sits another name.

no matter what happens, he knows you're his forever and he'll fight against all odds for that. even if it means fighting his own self.

"this is gonna be the best date ever i promise," his world revolves around you and it always will.

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#enhypen imagines #k-labels #⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ᡴꪫ 💌⭐ TiPT୨ৎE ᭡#enhypen drabbles #enhypen fluff #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enhypen reactions #enhypen headcanons #enhypen jay imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen heeseung imagines #enhypen jake imagines #enhypen sunghoon imagines #enhypen sunoo imagines #enhypen jungwon imagines #enhypen niki imagines

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siren-serenity · 6 months

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when he loves you

characters: red-haired shanks, gn!reader warnings: fluff a/n: - i'll take requests for more of this "series"!!! i kinda wanna do sanji and ace hehe - HOLY SHIT HE'S SO FINE!!!! LIKE DAMN- OMG SHANKS??? SHANKS?!?!?! - feedback is appreciated!

part one (shanks) // part two (ace) // part three (buggy)

when shanks loves you, there is no doubt about it. it's so painfully obvious when he's in love, heart fluttering as if he's an old school boy and butterflies in his stomach erupting whenever you're around him. the blush on his cheeks rivals the shade of red his infamous hair and his tongue turns to lead around you.

"benn, shut up!" shanks whisper-shouts, pressing his hand over his face and trying to cover up as much of his blushing face as possible. his voice is muffled yet anyone could hear the whine in his voice. "y/n can hear you!" his black-haired first mate simply sighs heavily, resigned to his fate as shanks' cupid. "that's the whole point, captain!" shanks points at him, cheeks flushed. "not another word!" benn only rolls his eyes but shanks could see the glimmer of amusement in them.

when shanks loves you, you learn to love his way of expressing affection - physical affection. whether it is him holding you by the waist in a death grip whenever a storm hits whilst he's steering the wheel or at the quiet moments in the middle of the night and he's the little spoon embraced by you, you learn to love the amount of warmth he emits and the little featherlight kisses he presses on instinct.

"mhmm," shanks sighs and scoots closer to you. he buries himself in your arms, smiling widely. "this feels...nice...." you pet his hair, and the grin expands. he loves the way your fingers gently ran through his messy red hair, careful to not pull any knots, and the soothing action almost makes him fall asleep. "you like this?" you tease and even with his eyes closed, shanks could imagine the way your eyes would twinkle. "yeah," shanks presses a kiss to the underside of your jaw before nuzzling into you. taking a deep breath of your scent, he mumbles something one last time before falling asleep. "i love it."

when shanks loves you, there is nothing in the world holding him back from showing just how much he loves you. he's an emperor, what's the point of coveting so much berry when he can spend it all on you? there's no greater joy than seeing the look on your face when he comes back, gifts in tow. even though you chide him for spending so much berry on you, you're grinning nonetheless and his heart stops. it's a routine on every island he and his crew stop at, one that he intends to do until he can't anymore.

"shanks!" you run down the plank and tackle him in a hug. his arm cradles the back of your head, pushing it closer to him as if he's trying to mold you together with him. "you're back!" "always, love," he gives you a light kiss before picking up the almost-forgotten bags. he shakes them, smiling. "got you something." you sigh playfully but took it in hand. gosh- the way your eyes glittered and the way you kept biting your lip to prevent the big smile from erupting on your face...shanks would do anything to keep it there. "you can't keep buying me more stuff! spend the berry on your crew!" although you say this, shanks knows, without a doubt, that you're going to squeal over each item he bought and keep them pristine in your cupboard. including the cheesy (you called it cringe) mug that red '#1 lover!!' and the matching ('cliche' you called it) pair of silly duck shoes., you'll treasure them all.

when shanks loves you, he loves you. heart, soul, mind, body, you can have it all, as long as he can have you in return.

"i like you," shanks says, cheeks blushing as he confesses to you first. "love ya," he presses a kiss to your head as you wake up, a giant grin on his face as always. "i love you," shanks cradles your face in his, hand shaking as he realizes that he could have lost you. he would do anything to bring you back if that happened; hell hath no fury like a pirate scorned when he found your murderer. he realizes that the moment the sword descended on you and almost pierced through skin that perhaps...perhaps you were the 'one' that rayleigh mentioned all the time. "i love you, y/n. don't ever leave me...please."

#one piece #one piece x reader #red haired shanks #shanks #akagami no shanks #shanks one piece #shanks x reader #red-haired shanks x reader #akagami no shanks x reader #his crew be like: urgh get a room #shanks: I'M TRYING TO!!!#he's so hot #LITERALLY HUSBAND MATERIAL???#HEADCANON HIM BEING WORLD NUMBER ONE BEST HUSBAND #LIKE HE'S SO GREEN FLAG CODED

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lehguru · 1 year

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TOO SHY + BLLK GUYS

request: blue lock guys being too shy to ask you out, so they ask their friends!

warnings: chaos in some of them (good chaos), the character with romantic intentions will come first and the friend second; not proofread + requests are open ! check pinned post for requesting rules

isagi yoichi - bachira meguru: i want to make things clear: isagi did NOT ask bachira to ask you out. all yoichi said was that you looked pretty that day, his best friend heard it and immediately jumped into action. "yeah, i got you bro." before he could even process what was about to happen, bachira was already next to you, pointing at the boy and talking loudly about how he called you pretty. needless to say, he got your number and you two went on a date; meguru bragged about his cupid abilities for weeks after that.

nagi seishiro - reo mikage: reo knew that nagi wouldn't get up and ask you out. he wasn't sure if the boy was shy or if he was simply too lazy to do so; he just knew that nagi couldn't be more obvious with his stare. taking matters into his own hands, reo called you and invited you to hang out with both boys. little did you – and nagi – know that he would simply leave before you arrived, making you and seishiro be alone. "you're welcome for the date", he would text you after he arrived home.`

itoshi rin – isagi yoichi: you were always close to isagi, he was like a brother to you. sometimes, rin would be invited to hang out with you, isagi and other people; he would go, but always stay away and far from all of you. his eyes would often flick to you and his gaze would stay longer than he intended to and, unfortunately for him, yoichi would quickly pick that up. one day, isagi would gladly third wheel, just so you and rin could talk. (you were the first to confess and isagi had to play cupid once again and convince rin that your feelings were genuine)

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kingofthe-egirls · 7 months

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SKITTISH: LUFFY x Y/N

(cw: lots of food/eating, kissing sorta, luffy sees you and likes you, reader is a foxy pirate, asthmatic!reader, sorta spoilers for post wano, this is opla or anime whatever u choose!)

(a/n: this counts as journaling)

Songs: “Plans” by Maude Latour

words: 1.2k

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You stand behind your cotton candy machine, sparkling your eyes behind your foxy pirate mask. The pirates have set up carnival stalls filled with meat and doughnuts and elephant ears. It smells like heaven.

Mugiwara no Luffy is staring at you.

He’s salivating, licking his lips as he reaches into the spinning candy machine to dip his hands straight into the sugar. “Hey!” You squeal, swatting him away. He hasn’t broken eye contact, even as he sucks the fairy floss straight off his fist.

“You’re pretty!” He says, smiling.

You flush all the way to the tips of your toes. A tingle runs down your spine, as you shift uncomfortably in place. No one’s called you pretty before. Silly and strange, maybe. But never pretty. That’s for Porche.

With her turquoise hair and slender waist, plus her charming personality…you’ve felt like a smaller, chubbier, easily forgotten younger sister that gets passed over more often than not. You’ve got asthma too, so you can’t even run for very long. Your Foxy Pirates job is to make the cotton candy. To tear down the stalls. To smile and laugh and help your fellow crew members cheat.

So it’s surprising—freezing—to have an Emperor of the Sea staring at you like you’re fried dough on a stick.

“Th-thanks,” you stutter, the whir of the cotton candy machine underlining your short-of-breath sounds. It’s bad enough your lungs are ass, now you’re flustered too.

“Welcome!” He says cheerfully, downing another gulp of pastel pink candy. It sticks to his chin in sparkling crystals. You want to wipe them off. “What games do you play?”

“This, mostly…,” you shrug. Your older, stronger crew mates are the ones who participate in the competitions. And though you’re thankful for the foxy pirates for taking you in, you do wish you were allowed to play more of the games. You like the boxing fights in particular.

“That’s stupid!” He says, smiling. “You should roller skate with me!” He challenges you like he’s inviting you to play. His brown eyes are so, so deep. Like dark coffee straight from the espresso machine. With the foam on top, all caramel in the sunlight. He swipes a stripe of candy from off his upper lip. His cupid’s bow is wide, and arched slightly.

He slaps your shoulder.

“See you in the rink!”

You scrabble for your inhaler as he walks away, all bouncy and rubbery with his head sticking out and down. His knees are slightly bowled, with his feet turned out like a ballet dancer as he walks. He’s strange.

He’s…

Sexy.

****

So now you’re standing shakily on skates, waiting at the start line of your roller skating rink.

Your knees are shivering, your pulse racing beneath your elbow pads and wrist guards. You’ve only ever roller skated for fun, let alone a competition. Your breath is shallow and raspy in your aching lungs. It’s humid: the worst kind of weather for you to try and breathe through. The air tastes like salt. You lick your lips: so do you.

Strawhat Luffy is standing on the starting line next to you, his own stance shaky and unstable. His knees knock together as he tries to remember how to stand on wheels.

You sigh.

Inhale…

Exhale.

You’ve got this.

****

The whistle blows, and you’re off.

You push against the ground, squeezing your core as much as you can to try and retain balance. You’re not the fastest, but you enjoy the speed of skating and how the wind rushes past your ears.

Your roller skates slide smoothly over the rink’s circular track, and you allow yourself a smile as you skate around the first corner. A slingshot limb shoots past your face, before you see a hand grab onto the rail in front of you. The captain of the Strawhats lets out an enthusiastic scream, before rocketing past you. His shoulder checks yours, so you’re sent flying. The air leaves your lungs in one short gasp, and you’re spinning out of control before you realize what’s happened.

“Shit!” You screech, tumbling into the grass at the center of the track. He stumbles after you, losing balance as he lands straight on top of you.

What little air you have left leaves you, as suddenly your senses are filled with him: all sweaty and musky and tanned and gorgeous and he’s he’s he’s—kissing your shoulder?

It’s so fast you almost miss it, but you’re sure you feel the hot press of his lips to your shoulder blade. He’s up now, reaching down to help you up, too. He’s smiling at you with sharper eyes than you remember.

He’s like a tiger.

“Sorry, foxy,” he snickers, helping you up and shaky skates. His hands sear fingerprints into your skin.

“S’okay…,” you mumble.

Something scared and wicked flares within your gut, so you push him over and start speeding back onto the track. He screams, surprised, but you’re already rushing away and over the finish line with stars in your brain and cotton candy in your stomach. It feels like butterflies. It feels like rain.

So you let your team win this round, and you skate away as fast as you can to go hide in a corner somewhere.

****

The rest of the games pass by in a blur, with your stomach churning and your lungs heaving in shallow, shaky breaths. You stand by the sidelines, surrounded by your crew mates as the prize selection starts. The Strawhats won the roller rink games, so it’s their pick of the lot.

Everyone’s nervous, the air going still as every single person holds their breath in suspense.

Strawhat Luffy stares at the crowd, scanning for someone with a squint. The setting sun shoots laser beams through his eyes. He’s chewing on his lower lip. You shuffle, listening to the murmurs of your fellow crew mates as they wonder who he’s gonna choose. You hope it’s you.

“Hmm…,” he says, tapping his sandal against the stage. His own crew is standing beside him, waiting for him to choose. They seem relaxed, since they haven’t lost anyone yet.

You shove a handful of cotton candy into your face, stress eating.

“That one!” Luffy shouts, confidently pointing straight at you.

You stop, mid-chew.

“Hah?” You ask, the air in your lungs squeezing out like a deflated balloon. Sticky sugar paints your chin, as you lick your lips. It’s sweet.

“Y/n?” Captain Foxy asks, as the crowd around you parts. You’re standing by yourself, suddenly. The comforting warmth of your crew mates disappears, as you stand holding fairy floss with one hand. You swallow, thickly.

“Seriously?”

Your voice sounds shy—squeaky.

Monkey D. Luffy grins, and crosses his arms in satisfaction. “Yep!” He says cheerfully, as people start to maneuver you up to the front of the stage. You stumble over yourself, nerves and limbs jelly. Someone has seen you…has chosen you.

Suddenly, you inhale.

“Sweet!” You say, breathy, as your new crew welcomes you with open arms. Someone slaps your back, another squeezes your hand.

Your new captain smiles at you, dazzlingly. Sugar is still melting on your chin. He leans forward, swiping it off with his tongue.

Fuck.

He snickers, before stepping away to smack his lips. “Make sure you bring the candy machine, too!”

So you do.

****

part 2 coming soon!

#dumpster dive #my writing #kitty speaks #one piece fanfic #luffy fanfic #luffy x reader #fav #luffy x y/n #luffy x you #foxy pirates #luffy fluff

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eddiesbug · 2 years

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Eddie fic request!!: reader gets overwhelmed/frustrated pretty easily, so after a day of minor inconveniences (yaknow, we all have those days where everything seems to be going wrong), reader just breaks down in front of Eddie & he comforts her and talks her through it

Everything has gone wrong today. Everything. Mike tripped and spilled ice cream down your favourite shirt, you got a bad grade on your english project that you worked so hard on, and you haven’t seen Eddie all day, the one person who makes you a little more sane.

But he promised to take you to his trailer after school, so at least you have something to look forward to.

“Why’re you wearing my shirt?” he laughs, tugging at the worn material of his hellfire shirt, the one you’ve pinched and conveniently neglected to return to him. He’s met you right outside the school gates. Just like he promised.

“Ruined my shirt,” you grumble, pressing your face to his chest. “Mike spilled ice-cream down it. Chocolate!”

“How awful,” he obliges you, deft ring-clad fingers wonderfully soothing against your sore scalp. Your whole head is on fire. Stress headaches have always been your weakness. “Ruined, hm?”

“Yeah,” you croak, arms snaking around him as you do your best to keep your expression out of his line of sight. But he knows - he always knows.

“C’mon, pretty thing. Out with it,” he encourages, placing kisses atop your head. You let your head travel from side to side almost unconsciously, even as you sniffle and the tears build to that uncomfortable knot in your throat. You try to swallow it down but it creeps up your neck before the sobs are bubbling over and you’re crying into Eddie’s chest. He’s quick to scoop you up, keeping you pressed firmly against him until you’re ready to talk. One of his hands moves to cup your cheek, thumbing the tears away.

“Had the worst day ever, Eds,” you finally admit. Your voice is plaintive and pitiful, small. “It sounds so stupid, ‘cos nothing that bad even happened. Guess it was just lots of small stuff.”

“Mm,” he muses thoughtfully. “Well, did anything good happen today?”

You shrug noncommittally. “Lunch was good, I guess. Funny. Would’ve been better if you were there.”

“Hush, baby,” he scolds playfully, arm draping around your shoulders as he leads you to his van. “We can still make it a good day. Whaddya say we go to my place, you pick a movie and we can cuddle?”

“Sounds so good,” you murmur, a hesitant smile creeping onto your face as he lifts you into the van. “Do I get kisses?”

“As many as you want! And…” He drumrolls dramatically against the steering wheel. “I have ice cream at home. For eating, not ruining shirts.”

“Meanie,” you sniffle; he leans over you to click your seatbelt in, pressing hungry lips to your jaw.

“You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen,” he tells you, nipping at your skin. You sigh, reaching for a hug. He happily complies, chuckling as he feels your hands grasping for purchase against his shirt. “Good girl. ‘m here.”

“I missed you,” you mumble, kissing his shirt - directly over his left nipple. He lays himself across you on the grimy seats, a single finger tracing your features; up and over your eyebrows and lids, pausing over the bridge of your nose and your cupid’s bow. He presses a lingering kiss to your lips before scooting back over and starting the engine.

“Seatbelt, Eds,” you huff. To your surprise, he listens.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He grabs your hand, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s get you home.”

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heart4reigns · 10 months

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could you please make a jey uso one shot total divas inspired?? i live for your jey uso untouchable fanfic

CUPID, jey uso.

warnings: curse words, alcohol, matchmaking, made up events, slight roman x reader

tags: trinity is still in wwe for the sake of the plot, will be using their real names, stage names, total divas but let's twist it up a bit!! ITALICS FOR ONE-ON-ONE CAMERA SEGMENT, cameras are rolling all the time

summary: stop being in denial of your own feelings

THE devil comes in many forms and yours came in the form of a couple named trinity and jonathan fatu. you were stuck inside their car, on your way to the arena. "i told you, max isn't my type, trin." you rolled your eyes. "aren't you tired third-wheeling us?" jon asked. "nah, i'm good honestly." you chuckled. "well, i'm tired of you." you smacked the back of his head, earning a laugh from trin. "it's okay, i love being around (y/n)." trin said.

jon and trin were shooting an episode of total divas today and you made a cameo on this week's episode. at first you declined trin's offer, but creatives thought it would be a great idea because this was your first time returning to the industry after your injury. you were a pretty private person–exposing only little of your personal life. so when the fans heard you were doing an episode of total divas, they were ecstatic. you were cleared from your injury and this was the first time being back inside the ring.

"we never hear about your love life? are you single?" the crew asked. "me? yeah. i'm single as hell." you chuckled. "trin and jon never stop setting me up with literally everyone." you continued. "i mean i'm actually fine being all alone, i think? at certain times, it does get lonely. but it is what it is." you smiled.

no one was there when you went inside the locker room. you bid goodbyes with trin and jon because they were assigned to a different locker room. "hey, pretty girl." you turned around and saw a familiar face, carrying a bouquet. "josh?" you furrowed your brows. "welcome back, baby!" he hugged you. "thank you! how are you feeling tonight?" you asked him. "shit, i should be asking you." josh chuckled. "i'm actually great, my back is fine now and i'm ready to spear some people."

the two of you were best friends. josh and you were just best friends–nothing more, despite the sexual tension you had by flirting with each other, you were just best friends. "good to have you back, baby. go kill it tonight." you nodded at his sentence. "thank you! can't wait to work with you again." the two of you parted ways. you placed the bouquet inside your locker, smiling at his kind gesture. how thoughtful, you thought. you brushed it off and chuckled at your own thoughts.

"my relationship with josh? we're best friends! the pet names? that's just a joke, we always flirt with each other. he's a fun person to be around, i can't imagine myself being in a relationship with him." you answered the question. you never even thought about dating him. but the question that was thrown at you made you wonder about it. "sorry, what did you say?" you got lost in your own thoughts. "we asked you if you ever had any interest on dating your fellow coworkers?" you shook your head. "nah, i don't think so!"

trin laughed at the question. "(y/n) with josh? ugh, please! they literally like each other but they don't want to address it. i'm just gonna intervene and force jon to intervene as well. they both need to grow up and acknowledge their feelings." she groaned. "maybe... it's time to set her up with josh. that sounds like a great idea."

"good luck, (y/n)!" jon patted your back as you were going to come out. "kill the stage, baby!" trinity hugged you. "thanks, i'm so nervous." you muttered, waiting for your cue. "nah, i'm sure you'll do great as usual, pretty girl." you heard josh's voice coming from behind you. "thanks, i can't wait to beat your ass in the ring again!" before josh could reply, you walked out to your entrance song. "damn." he shook his head.

josh was watching you on the monitor. truth be told, he was happy that you were back. "i forgot how good she was with her mic work. that new gear too? god, she's killing it." he chuckled. trin's eyes widened in excitement. the woman made eye-contact with her husband and it clicked. they were going to try set you up with josh. "why y'all smiling?" josh furrowed his brows. "nothing." trin giggled.

"how do i feel about (y/n)'s return? dawg, i'm excited! we were supposed to be tag-team partners, but she got injured. so we scraped that idea up. i'd be thankful if we’re gonna work together again.” josh smiled at the camera. “i hope we can get that gimmick back so we can see each other more often. i'd love to be with her.” he added. “not as in a love interest, as best friends...” the man shrugged his shoulders, forcing himself to act like he wasn't interested.

“oh we need to start this matchmaking thingy.” jon looked at trin, earning a nod from his wife. “right? i feel like i’ve been looking too far, while the man who will definitely love her with all of his heart? he’s right in front of us all along!” trinity squealed. “come on baby, we need to keep it lowkey.” jon shook his head. “i’m so excited!”

you clocked out of your job, feeling overwhelmed from the support you received today. “(y/n), i’m so proud of you!” trin hugged you and you returned the gesture. “thank you, love. god, it’s so good to be back.” you unwrapped your gloves. “sorry to cut the celebration, but can you come with us, (y/n)?” you saw one of the crews popping inside the locker room. “oh sure, wait. let me just change back to my proper clothes.”

there you were, inside the meeting room. "welcome back, (y/n). we're just gonna keep this quick since your bus is already loading." you nodded. "so, we're gonna push you back into the tag-team that you were almost in, with josh." you nodded once again. "sorry, sorry! am i late?" "no josh, please take a seat." he had a huge a smile plastered on his face. "okay, so are you guys in or not?" josh furrowed his brows. "as a tag-team again."

"i guess you're stuck with me, pretty girl." you were on the bus, sitting right next to him. you chuckled. "anywhere is fine as long as you're with me, babes." you followed the gimmick. truth be told, there was an unspoken thing going on between the two of you. when you first met him, you immediately hit it off–but at that time he was still dating his ex-girlfriend, so you didn't think of him as a love interest.

but ever since he broke it off with his ex, the two of you went back to your regular scheduled programming, which was flirting with each other. you couldn't help but to admit that you were really attracted to him. little did you know, he was also attracted to you.

"i'm gonna try to get a reaction from josh tonight, to find out if he likes her too." trin giggled. "what are you trying to do?" the producer asked. "i'm gonna try to set her up with someone in front of him." she continued. "and jon's gonna help me, whether he likes it or not!"

you were currently staying in the couple's house for a few days since your house was under renovation. trin was making coffee for the two of you, waiting for her husband and his twin to come back from the gym. "what about ethan from externals?" you immediately shook your head. "he's married, trins!" you groaned. "okay, okay. i didn't know." she chuckled. "if you're gonna set me up, at least set me up with someone proper." you pouted. "what about, you know who?" she wiggled her brows.

oh, you knew who exactly she was talking about. "n- no." once again, you shook your head. "he doesn't like me that way, we're just joking around, you know." you defended yourself. "nah, josh doesn't fuck around like that." trin took a sip of her coffee. "really?" you muttered. "see, you're interested!" "who's interested in who?" the two of you turned around, seeing josh and jon entering the house. "oh nothing! just setting (y/n) up for dates, like i usually do." trin smirked, seeing josh's eye twitch for a second.

jon knew what trin was doing and he joined in. "oooh, who we got today baby? is it chris from marketing?" the woman shook her head. "no, i'm just throwing some names out. who else should we set her up with? joe? they look good with each other." josh's face turned sour as trinity and jon couldn't stop talking about setting you up with joe.

“me and joe go way back in our nxt days. i think ever since he’s the universal champion we haven’t seen each other for a while, so i’m excited to catch up with him.” you chuckled at your own sentence. “i mean, he is friendly and i look up to him a lot.” you added. “but dating him? i can't imagine that!" you admitted. sure, joe was pretty and friendly–but he wasn't josh.

the couple grinned at each other. "oh, i know josh. he's pissed as fuck. we all know that people thought (y/n) and joe were dating back when they were rookies. he's pissed as hell! i think we're doing a great job, baby." jon turned to face his wife. "right? all we need to do is set up a five way lunch for the five of us to see if josh's serious or not."

"we all know that (y/n) is close to my cousin, yeah the universal champion or whatever. i don't know, they don't look good as a couple. but hey, that's just my opinion. i think trin and jon should stop setting (y/n) up for some random dates." josh shrugged his shoulders. "are you jealous?" the producers asked. "me? i'm cool as hell." of course he was jealous.

work came by and they were going to announce that you were teaming up with josh again. today you were going to fight against demi and dominik. you loved the judgement day, they were fun to work with. "so, kingpin." demi called you out with your stage name. "partner up with someone tonight or we're gonna beat your single ass alone." you couldn't help but to smirk at her sentence. "and you know what, rhea? i'm not alone." you barked back as josh's entrance song started playing. "i got her back, she's not alone. i got you, uce." josh slid inside the ring, he slung his arm on your shoulders. "bring it on, rhea."

"you did good today, baby." josh was sitting right next to you, unwrapping his tape. "aw, thank you baby. i love how you just get me." you played along. "so y'all are dating now?" dominik asked. "nah, you know how it goes!" you chuckled at his question. "actually, you look good together." dom added, leaving the locker room with a tension so thick that you could almost physically see it.

"us... actually dating? that's a funny thought." you blurted out. "right? dating your best friend? sounds weird to me." josh replied. actually, it doesn't sound weird, the two of you thought. the locker room became quiet and you were just about to say something to diffuse the situation, before a certain man walked inside. "damn, y'all fighting or something?" you immediately shook your head. "good, cause we're gonna eat dinner together. joe is coming too." your eyes widened in surprise. "joe's coming?"

he face-palmed in distress. "i love joe, but i know he's a bit touchy when it comes to (y/n), like back off. that's my girl." josh complained. "your girl?" the producer repeated. "at least in my mind. i just don't like it when they're around each other. sometimes (y/n) ignores me because 'joe is so funny!'." he impersonated you. "okay then, i can be funny too, you know?"

the four of you sat down, looking at the menu. "what are you getting today, babe?" josh asked you. "don't know baby. sushi sounds good, i'm probably getting sushi." you flipped through the menu. "was thinking the same thing too, babe." josh chuckled. jon made eye-contact with his wife. "told you." jon mouthed. "i know!" trin replied.

"i swear, they act like they're already a couple. sometimes i just want them to know that they are literally the perfect couple." trin groaned. "just be patient baby, let them be for a bit. who knows things might take a turn tonight? especially with joe coming an all." jon chuckled, remembering the tension between you, josh, and joe.

josh slung his arm on your shoulder, making you jump a bit. there was a thin line between the gimmick going on and your own feelings. you were obviously attracted to him, but you didn't want to admit it–you were scared that it might ruin your friendship with him. your thoughts were cut-off by a voice. "(y/n)!" it was joe. you stood up from your seat and hugged him.

"see, i told you. she ignored me the entire night. just because they haven't seen each other in months, they can act like that in front of me. i was so annoyed." josh complained once again. "so, you admit that you're jealous now?" the producer asked. "of course i am, that's me girl!" his voice was dripped with venom. "i love you joe, by the way. no offense, but back off." he added.

you hugged joe, bidding goodbyes. "it was nice seeing you joe, don't forget to text me!" "it was nice seeing you too, (y/n). of course i will." he waved and drove away from the place. trin and jon were riding together, they were going to another place. so you were riding back with josh who was oddly quiet. sure he wasn't as talkative as his twin, but tonight? he was quiet.

there was definitely something wrong with him, you thought. "god, i love catching up with joe. he's so fun." you broke the silence. "mhm." josh replied. "hey, is something wrong?" you furrowed your brows. josh didn't answer with words, he just shook his head. "pull over." you said. "what?" "pull over." and he did.

"what's wrong with you?" you asked once again. "nothing is wrong with me." josh replied. "did i do something wrong?" you couldn't help but to ask that question. "yeah, you ignored me the entire night. what do you think?" you felt a pang on your chest. "i'm sorry." you apologized, clearly confused. "i was just catching up with joe... and you seemed fine with it." you muttered.

the man felt guilty. "no, it's not like that. i'm glad you're back and all, we all know how close you are with joe. but," he paused for a second. he couldn't careless if the cameras were still rolling. "seeing you with him, being all touchy. it gets to me." josh blurted out. "why?" "isn't it obvious, baby? i like you."

everything clicked. the flirting, the slight jealousy every time trin mentioned about other men, it was all because he liked you. "oh." you said. "i'm sorry, yeah. i need to control my jealousy. i just like you that much, i don't care if you don't like me, i'm just-" before he could finish his sentence, you kissed him. it left him flabbergasted. "shut up, joshua. of course i like you too. damn, jealousy is a good look for you. you look hot." you winked at him.

"well, to say the least... before we could set them up, they set themselves up first." trin sighed in relief. "we made so much plans for them, ranging from blind dates to fake boyfriends and girlfriends." jon admitted. "but hey, at least it's not some random person. it's our josh, if he messes with (y/n), we can beat him up." trin chuckled.

you furrowed your brows. "they were going to set us up? we're faster than them, babe." you looked at josh, who was grinning. "damn, i guess we're really meant to be." josh kissed your forehead, your cheeks reddened. "shout out to joe for making me blow up and confess, i owe you one." josh gave a thumbs up to the camera. "sorry joe, i'm taken now." you added.

"did you know about any of this?" the producer asked. "oh i didn't know. i was just there. good for them." joe was definitely confused.

a/n: requests are closed until further notice (if u dropped a req, i am writing it!! trust me!!!) but feel free to drop any messages <3 hope u enjoyed this lighthearted fic!! sorry if it's a bit messy, i had fun writing this!!

#the usos #wwe #roman reigns #wwe imagines #jey uso #jimmy uso #wrestling #jey uso imagines #jey uso x reader #jey uso imagine #wwe imagine #trinity fatu #naomi wwe

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saninthebuilding · 10 months

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"you will be my world"

❤️‍🩹 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

❤️‍🩹 summary: late night drives are always a whole other vibe. but with jeon jungkook, they can be quite interesting. especially when you're keen on telling- and showing him how much you love him.

❤️‍🩹 word count: tba (unedited)

❤️‍🩹 genre: boyfriend!jungkook au, fluff, suggestive inferring language

❤️‍🩹 trope: pre-established relationship

❤️‍🩹 warnings: mentions of driving, y/n is an absolute menace but we love it, y/n is an absolute simp because being whipped for someone is so endearing, jungkook is fine asf, overall really soft and playful stuff because they're just so in love

❤️‍🩹 a/n: lil drabble bc i am obsessed with these pictures of him and the idea of going on a late night drive with him. just him. love him so much omg

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leaning my head back against the seat, i hang an arm out the open window, letting the crisp night air chill my skin.

"we should do this more often, huh?" jungkook asks from the driver's seat, and i look over to see him staring straight at the road as the corners of his mouth lifted in amusement. i grin, nodding as i raise my free hand to touch his cheek, finger poking at the dimple that has appeared as a result of his little smile.

he tsked, playfully swatting at my hand, and i laughed.

"yea, we should. plus, seeing driver jungkook in action is a blessing. wouldn't miss it for the world."

jungkook side-eyes me from under the rim of his calvin klein hat, playfully clutching his chest in mock-pain. "what happened to spending quality time with me?"

recalling the words that had actually got us into this car and on this drive, i grin. "that too, of course. always. but it's even better when you look like-"

"okay! less talking, thank you very much" jungkook cuts in, quickly turning back to focus on the road.

to distract himself, he takes his hat off and runs a hand through his hair. i smirk to myself, seeing how the tips of his ears were turning red, and decided to take my chance.

"and more doing? say less indeed."

"wha-"

before he can finish, i turn in my seat and lean over the console so i can rest my face against the crook of his neck, allowing me to kiss his exposed collarbone, before gently nipping at the soft skin.

"oh baby" jungkook groaned, caught off-guard by my sudden display of affection (let's be real, it's more than affection). his grip on the steering wheel tightens as he leaned his head back against the headrest, fighting to keep his eyes open.

"you're lucky it's dark out" he breathes, his free hand coming to rest on my hip as i move upwards, now kissing the collumn of his throat.

"i'm lucky because i have such a sweet and loving boyfriend" i reply, pulling back so he could calm down for a second, "who also happens to be extremely hot- even at this hour."

jungkook shakes his head, strained laughter bubbling past his lips as he struggles to keep his eyes on both me and the road.

"that's why you decided to kiss me while i'm driving?" he asks as he quickly glances at the road ahead, partly disbelieving and partly amused, "because i'm hot this late at night?"

"mm, among other things" i grin, which causes jungkook's head to snap back towards me, eyes wide.

i wiggle my eyebrows teasingly, and am met with a hand to my face, playfully shoving me back into my seat.

"hey!" i yowl, clutching my nose, "can't i express my love for my stunning, gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking boyfriend?!"

but jungkook only cackles, tipping his head up to the midnight sky as the sound of his laughter echoes into the night. his hair flutters in the wind, his long locks whipping around his cheeks and framing his carefree face. his skin looks soft and dewy in the bright moonlight, jawline sharp as ever under the stars. his nose is all scrunched up, eyes creasing at the corners as his bunny teeth come into full view. his lips are pink and plump even in the dark, the cupid's bow of his mouth emphasized in the big smile that's spread across his face. prior attention to the road forgotten, he keeps laughing, a hand coming up to cover his mouth as his voice is full of nothing but happiness.

staring at him, i feel myself melting in my seat, heart racing and blood rushing as my lips part to let out a small gasp, falling into this beautiful sight of jungkook being so free and open, and it's what feels like hours before i realize that i'm holding my breath, completely captivated by the sheer sight of him.

when i manage to regain my senses, i see that jungkook has now turned to look at me, cheeks flushed a soft pink and fluffy hair falling into his eyes.

he seems to notice my dazed state, because it's his turn to grin at me as he places a hand under my chin, pushing my jaw up to effectively close my mouth.

"like what you see?"

i recover quickly, shaking my head to clear my mind before grabbing the sides of his face and kissing him full on the mouth.

jungkook lets out a startled sound as a i pull away, the brakes stuttering a bit from the sudden loss of attention as he slowly maneuvers us to the side of the road.

i let him stop and park the car, before turning my gaze back to him.

"like what i see?" i ask, incredulous, "baby i love what i see, because what i see is mine."

he just looks at me, eyes wide, but i keep my hands on his face, staring at him with no playfulness or smiles or laughter. because it was the truth, and nothing but the truth.

"i love you so fucking much, jungkook" i whisper, saying the words with everything i have in me.

jungkook lets out a breath, before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me to his chest over the arm rest. i wrap my arms around his neck as he presses his face to my own, inhaling deeply, and i let out a chuckle, feeling his breath tickle my shoulder.

"i love you more than anything, y/n" he whispers against my skin, before pressing a gentle kiss to my collarbone.

i smile, before ruffling his hair. "come on koo, let's go home."

"yea" jungkook echoes as he leans back and looks down at me, a soft expression taking over his handsome face.

"home."

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❤️‍🩹 i hope you enjoyed! likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! thank you for reading!

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moonlight-tmd · 6 months

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What if BlitzBee started when Blitzwing and Lugnut arrived on earth?

Like, what if Blitzwing got hit with cupid's arrow the moment he saw Bee- the little yellow Autobot with a smile brighter than the sun, a frame so small yet attractive, the confidence he spoke with in the few minutes they met and, oh Primus, those enchanting azure optics-

He just can't get over that minibot.

So he devices a plan to court this golden beauty for himself. The next time the 'cons and 'bots meet, Blitzwing snatches Bumblebee the first chance he gets and ditches the whole fight. He flies up to the highest skyscraper in Detroit- there is a neat little picnic set up, oil, some rust snacks, even few fancy meal-metals that Blitz snatched from Nemesis. Bee is very confused when Blitzwing says 'why fight when you can talk', but he's not about to protest- he is on top of a very tall building and next to him is a transformer 3 times his size- he can't run and he doesn't want to die if this apparently famous criminal changes his mind.

So they spend some time together, they talk, eat the snacks, at one point Blitzwing calls him cute and Bee just doesn't know how to respond. He's never gotten a compliment before, everyone just shat on him the moment he got forged, only thing that kept him going was pure spite.

Lugnut interrupts on Blitz's comm, telling him to get his aft to base cuz the fight is over. Blitz stands up, takes Bee's servo and in an oddly romantic tone and says "Until zhe next time." then he stands on the edge and with a salute tilts back. Bee was about to say something but Blitz falls and the next thing he sees is a jet flying into the clouds.

Optimus contacted him after both of the 'cons disappeared. Bee didn't know what to tell him so he just said what happened; Blitz snached him and they had a picnic. And that he needs help getting down from a skyscraper. He was too confused to come up with a reason why this new Decepticon did that, nor were the others. They had to get a police 'copter to come get him.

The next time Bee saw Blitzwing was when he and Prowl were sent to investigate some weird activity a civilian reported- only to find Blitzwing with a whole makeshift disco ring. Blitz proceded to run at them and both of them thought he was gonna attack them- but then he pulled a smooth card and slid up on his knee to Bee and pulled out a big boquet of sunflowers. "Pretty zhings for a pretty bot.~" He said with a big red grin.

Blitz actually wanted to pull Bee to a dance before Prowl snatched him and drove away as fast as he could, Bee was glad his pedes has wheels on them otherwise he would be leaving a screeching trail of sparks.

The next meetings were more obvious- well, very obvious; Blitzwing straight up flirted with Bee whenever he saw him. The others were worried about Bee, who just seemed to take it. The most annoyed by Blitzwing's attempts to court Bee was Prowl. He didn't like that a dangerous Decepticon was trying to win one of theirs' spark- especially since that one of theirs was Bumblebee. Prowl was the one to get involved and separate the big 'con from the minibot when they fought. He kept that creep away from Bee for the most part.

One time he and Bee were patrolling they bumbed into Blitzwing. They ended up talking/bantering until Prowl spoke up and told him to leave Bee alone; a discussion evolved into an argument. Bee called in back-up, when the others got there they were met with Prowl and Blitzwing screeching at one another while Bee sat there unable to go home. They were talking with Bee when they heard a scream- Blitzwing had a kunai in his visor, "COME HERE AND I'LL GIVE YOU THE OTHER!!" Prowl yelled, holding the other kunai to stab him with. Optimus had to pick him up while the others chased Blitz away- He was absolutely ready to throw servos with the mech. They went back to base once Prowl stopped being rabid.

So from then on the ones to fight are Prowl and Blitzwing- Prowl thinks he's protecting Bee from this creep while really he's just jealous and doesn't want to admit it, he does like Bee as more than a friend and doesn't want anything bad happening to him. Blitzwing meanwhile just wants to get together with Bee and have the scout look at him with the same adoration as Blitzwing holds for him.

There are multiple times Prowl and Blitz argue so loud about Bee it becomes clear Prowl is after Bee as well. The others don't know whether they should tell Bee that or not; the scout is just very confused why everyone wants to be his best friend.

Then there comes the Elite Guard along with the other Prime, Longarm. Longarm- or rather Shockwave has been close friends with Bee since boot camp, he really liked Bee and wanted to ask him out on multiple occasions, but similar to Prowl- he just never built up the courage to do so. So he gets there and sees this whole drama with both Blitzwing and Prowl trying to win Bee's Spark.

So, of course, he has to get involved. Longarm is very chill and doesn't make it so obvious. He and Bee hang out, no one suspects anything and Bee actually enjoys it- that's until things get very heated with Prowl and Blitzwing and Longarm also gets jealous and whoops, one wrong comment and it's obvious he's after Bee too.

So now there's these 3 disasters trying to court Bee while also trying to eliminate the other 2. Bee is just sitting in Bulk's subspace all the time, worried to go out because both Prowl and Longarm are at the base and he can't go outside cuz Blitzwing is there.

Now you might think he'll be after Bee too, but nah. He openly admits he'll never see Bee as anything more than a best friend.

I think at one point Starscream will get involved, he'll kidnap Bee for fun- he doesn't actually know what's going on, he just likes seeing everyone pissed off.

Blitz will have a public argument with Longarm about him being a spy to eliminate him from the competition- which Longarm of course denies. Not sure what that will lead to.

I don't know where to take it, it's just a funny idea with no actual ending. Feel free to send me suggestions on what might happen and who are you rooting for. X3

#crack idea #maccadam #tfa #blitzbee #prowlbee #shockbee #long post

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bucky barnes fic recommendations

my welcome post

my favourite fics and headcanons about the wonderful bucky barnes! none of these were written by me, so make sure to give lots of love to the amazing writers who did write them! this will be updated as i find more.

silent girl + the winter soldier by @kinanabinks

summary: after a traumatizing event, you aren’t the friendliest or most talkative of people. bucky understands, and in turn becomes the one person you soften your hard exterior for.

seceret santa by @buckybarnesandmarvel

summary: the team decides to do a secret santa… of course you get the one person you’re in love with

secret girlfriend by @jenwritesstories

summary: steve thinks bucky has been acting weird lately, and after asking him what's going on, he takes matters into his own hands and follows him.

bucky barnes hcs by @b6cky

summary: what the title suggests

hc: peter's science fairs by @golden-barnes

summary: you and buck are like parental figures to peter parker and you have a little tradition before and after his science fairs.

theatre by @loving-barnes

summary: a bucky fic inspired by the avengers musical in hawkeye.

rain therapy by @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

summary: the line between friends and lovers is impossibly thin, yet somehow the hardest line to cross. it’s a line that you and bucky just can’t seem to break, but it’s nothing one of tony’s infamous parties can’t fix.

differently by @tweedlydumbtweedlydoo

summary: you treat bucky differently than the other avengers do.

who's she? by @itsapeterthing

summary: when sam gets injured during a mission and isn’t able to go to a hospital, bucky brings him and natasha to his own home to get cared for by his girlfriend, y/n, who he’s been keeping a secret.

confrontation by @imgoingtofreakoutnow

summary: you and bucky have been together for some time now, so hearing he got himself arrested (again) makes you panic, to say the least

mr. barnes, teacher aide of the year by @soulgazingwithbucky

summary: your brooding avenger boyfriend becomes a regular visitor in your classroom.

dating bucky barnes by @beyondspaceandstars

summary: what the title suggests

the widow by ↑

summary: what bucky dating a widow (from black widow) would be like

midnight blue by @cupids-crystals

summary: two resident insomniacs find company in the quiet hours of stark tower

bucky barnes as your boyfriend by @bonky-n-steeb

summary: what the title suggests

secret book club by @starks-hero

summary: bucky’s got a new book and he just can’t seem to put it down.

right a wrong by ↑

summary: you, sam and bucky get to work repairing sam’s family boat. turns out the boat isn’t the only thing in need of fixing. but with help from you and sam, bucky figures some stuff out.

welcome to new york by @lives-in-midgard

summary: reader moves to new york to start a new life and meets bucky there....

restoring a legacy by @alisonsfics

summary: you are there when bucky finds out about the “new cap”

the forever third wheels by @witchywithwhiskey

summary: it's the weekend of your town's annual valentine's day carnival and you go with your group of friends, though you can't help but be sad you don't have someone special in your life. your friend, and fellow third wheel, bucky barnes makes it his mission to give you a valentine's day you won't soon forget—and show you how special you are to him.

knock by @biisexualemma

summary: bucky and you never get along, but he walks in on you needing help.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes headcanons #bucky barnes blurb #bucky barnes fic rec #bucky barnes fic recommendations #marvel fic recs #marvel fic reccomendations #marvel imagine #marvel x reader

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A little something based on JovianPlanets Summer Camp AU on twitter. There's not much to say: they're summer camp counselors, they're in college and Willow is the sports director and Hunter is a lifeguard. They're still dorks, it's very cute, get into it.

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Hunter was the newest counselor at Camp Palistrom and for the first part of the summer, he had mostly kept to himself. He had been recommended by Luz whose mom worked at the animal shelter he volunteered at, but he knew she had just started dating the activities coordinator and didn’t want to be a third wheel in their summer romance. He was fine using the limited free time he had to study, just because it was summer didn’t mean it was an excuse to slack off. He adopted an air of mystery; he was strict and diligent. He took his job seriously. But the moment he wasn’t actively responsible for campers’ wellbeing, it was like he vanished.

But then one morning Willow ran into him on her early morning jog and was overjoyed to have finally found a workout buddy who could keep up with her, and the two became the talk of camp.

But mostly because Willow and Hunter were no strangers to the infirmary.

They'd be on a hike and sure enough they'd fall into a collection of poison ivy. They'd try out double dutch and would be in with matching scrapes and bruises. They'd be in the garden and sure enough so would a whole beehive. Not to mention the infamous super glue incident when they tried to make a birdhouse for a cardinal that seemed to be obsessed with Hunter.

But this latest one really took the cake.

“Okay it’s not like a life threatening wound or anything,” Viney observed as Hunter sat in the small nurse's office, an arrow sticking out of his shoulder. “The arrow’s head was straight, so it won’t like rip you apart or anything but I ain’t gonna lie it’s still gon hurt when it comes out.”

“Can I take like a Tylenol or something?” Hunter asked.

“Uh I mean you can but it probably won’t do too much,” said Viney. “I mean, it’s an arrow, dude. The stuff that’ll make you not feel that is not the stuff they send to a state owned summer camp.”

“Oh, yeah well, I’m sure it’ll be fine…” Hunter started looking uncertain.

“Oh Hunter I’m so sorry!” Said Willow. “This is all my fault, let me drive you to the hospital and we can get you something to help-.”

“Willow, Willow I promise it’s fine, really,” Hunter said, putting his hand over hers. “It really doesn’t hurt, it’s just… kinda weird. And it’s not your fault!”

“I’m the sports director, I should've explained the technique better before I let the kids shoot!” She insisted. “Let me at least hold your hand or something while she takes it out..”

“Uh sure yeah okay we can-.” He began as Willow eagerly laced her fingers through his and gave his hand a small squeeze. There was no way he was focusing on the pain now. “-do that.”

Their collection of injuries wasn’t the only thing the pair were known for around camp.

“So uh, what were you doing by the archery field?” Said Viney as she looked for the gloves.

“Uh ya know just… walking by.” said Hunter tentatively as he tried not to look at Willow looking at him with wide, worried eyes.

“Just walking by, huh?” Asked Viney with a smirk. “It’s an awful far walk from the pool, are you sure you weren’t there for… any other reasons?”

Hunter’s face turned bright red. “I uh, ya know I was just walking by that’s all,” he said nervously. “Ya know, just… hanging out.”

He totally wasn’t watching Willow demonstrate how to pull back the arrow and admiring the cute way she scrunched her nose when she focused. It wasn't his fault King was overzealous and fired his arrow early.

“Sure it wasn’t Cupid that hit with that arrow?” Viney asked with a smirk.

“Pretty sure,” Hunter chuckled nervously, clearing his throat. If Willow got what Viney was trying to imply she made no indication. She was too focused on holding Hunter’s hand.

“All right then, hold him down Park,” said Viney, getting a good grip on the end of the arrow. “Just in case I don’t get it on the first try.”

“Wait what?”

—-

Viney gave Hunter an ointment he needed to apply every few hours when he changed the bandages. She advised trying to avoid getting them wet, but Hunter found that might be a little difficult being the lifeguard and all.

Luckily, Willow was still certified due to Amity insisting everyone be prepared in case of emergency so she could be there to help if lifeguard services were required. She offered to take his shifts all together and give him a break, but he insisted that it was still his responsibility. So, every day, Willow and Hunter would meet at the lifeguard tower. Hunter insisted he could have his chair and he would stand but she wouldn’t hear of it. So she got out an old one from the shed so they could both sit side by side “like a king and queen, looking over their kingdom,” Willow said. Realistically, they should sit at opposite ends of the pool to have a better view of the whole pool but Hunter didn’t mention this because he liked how excited she was to sit next to him. He wasn't able to do their usual activities since they might aggravate his injury, so he was glad he still had an excuse to see her.

He had expected this summer to be about a paycheck, something good to put on his resume. He hadn't expected meeting someone like her. She made everything fun. She bought them matching heart-shaped sunglasses and would mimic his voice when he yelled at kids not to run. But she wasn't making fun of him, which was odd to him. She went out her way to find him. She'd bring him an extra jello cup from the mess hall when he was running late, she asked people to move down so she could sit next to him at campfires, she made him a friendship bracelet that he mentally vowed never to take off.

For the first time, he wished for an endless summer.

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As the last campers headed back to their cabins to get ready for dinner, Willow jumped into the pool to do a celebratory cannonball. Hunter laughed as she splashed his feet, setting her prescription sunglasses on the edge of the pool as she treaded water.

“Come on in, let’s race!” she called up to him.

It was tempting, it was very tempting. It had been a hot day the way Willow’s braids were slowly unraveling made her look like a mermaid. But he still had a few more days on Viney’s restrictions.

“I’d love to, but I gotta go change my bandages before the campfire,” he said. “I’ll be right back though, I wanna tell you about my idea for a water polo team.”

Hunter ran over to the pool shed where he kept his supplies and went to work. The bandages were tight around his shoulder, and it was difficult to remove one handed by himself, especially with the shed as dark as it was. But he wanted to get back to Willow as quickly as possible, so he practically dislocated his other shoulder as he tried to undo the old layer.

“Hey, are you okay in here?” came a delicate voice from the doorway.

“Willow!” he said, flustered as he turned himself back around. “I-I’m fine; really. I can figure it out myself.”

“I know Gus said you had trouble last night and he had to help you before bed,” said Willow as she made her way to the back by him, her hair still dripping wet. “I can help you if you-.”

“No no I don’t want you to have to-.”

“I honestly don’t mind at all Hunter. Plus I don’t want you to get infected.” She put her glasses atop her head, the shed too dark for sunglasses. He knew her normal glasses were back in her locker, he’d hate for her to strain her eyes on his account. “Let me help you.”

But she really did care about him.

“It’s just… I’d have to take off my shirt…”

“Oh, well… oh.” Willow stopped herself. She realized that despite being the lifeguard, Hunter did always have his tank top on. A fact she remembered vividly because the few times he had needed to jump into the water, her head quickly turned and saw the white see thru fabric clinging poetically to his torso, glaring in the sunlight. Not that she had been disappointed. Not that she was expecting anything. Not that she was ogling him.

Okay, maybe a little.

The point was that Willow knew Hunter did not take off his shirt because she definitely would’ve noticed if he had. She knew it was none of her business, she knew it wasn’t professional or polite to ask but she’d be lying if the slight definition of his arms didn’t spark a healthy curiosity in her.

But she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

“Oh, that’s okay,” she said. “If you want I can get Gus to help if that would be more comfortable for you, I just know it’s an odd angle and with how hot it’s been today I’m worried about you not healing properly.”

“Uh no it’s okay just… promise not to stare?”

“I promise.” She swore, crossing her heart. She put the appropriate amount of medicine onto her fingertip as she tried to allow Hunter some kind of privacy as he undressed. Hunter took a deep breath as he carefully went to remove his shirt and the moment he did Willow realized just how small the pool shed was as she felt launched into the orbit of his personal space as her eyes did not know where to land. Even with her impaired vision, she could see plenty. She didn’t know how to react, and her mouth moved faster than her mind as she let her thoughts become audible.

“Wow.” she whispered, immediately regretting it. She saw Hunter’s brow furrow in worry and she stumbled over herself to try and fix it. “Sorry! Sorry, it’s just that you’ve got some pretty impressive-.”

“Scars, I know they’re-.”

“-muscles.”

An awkward silence floated between the two of them as Willow attempted to address the task at hand as she placed one hand on his wound to apply the salve and the other somehow landed on his bare chest. As he looked up to face her, Hunter saw how close they were. She didn’t step back or wear a look of disgust, in fact if Hunter didn’t know better, he’d say she looked rather… flustered.

“Oh, uh… thanks,” he managed to say. “I uh work out a little, I guess.”

“Yeah, I guess saving people will uh will do that,” she said, pretending to clear her throat. She promised she wouldn’t stare, and she didn’t realize it was easier said than done. She held her breath as she wrapped the new bandage, trying not to apply too much pressure. It was one thing staring at his back when he passed her on their runs, but this was bordering unprofessional.

“Are you okay?” He asked when she was uncharacteristically quiet. “I know it’s kind of gross-.”

“No, no it’s totally not gross,” Willow quickly assured him. “It’s like the total opposite of gross, it’s like I get why the sign-up sheet for swim team filled up so quickly, ya know?”

“I uh, I meant the wound,” clarified Hunter.

“Oh! Oh yeah yeah yeah totally,” she laughed nervously. “I mean not that it’s gross, it’s like practically healed. You uh- I mean… dude you have some major tan lines.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah I guess,” he laughed, noticing for the first time the tan half circle from his tank top clashing with the pale whiteness of his torso. “You should see the tan lines from my crocs, my feet are covered in polka dots now.”

“You think that’s bad? Check this out!” She giggled as she pulled the strap of her coverup over her shoulder to reveal a dramatic discoloration of her own. “And don’t get me started on the tan line from my glasses.”

“Okay yeah, that’s pretty-woah!” Before Hunter could finish, he bumped a shelf with his elbow and sent the supplies faking onto the ground. He quickly pulled Willow out of its path, pulling her in by her waist to avoid being crushed by boogie boards and towels. The water falling from her hair created a small puddle that she slipped in and caused her to hold him tighter for balance.

“Sorry about that, are you okay?” He asked, looking down at her slightly embarrassed. Much to his surprise, he was met with wide eyes as Willow instinctively clung to his chest.

“Mhm-hmm,” she breathed softly, and Hunter was suddenly taken back by the way the gentle light shone through the small window and managed to find her like a spotlight. Like she was the only thing deserving of the sparse light, like it was drawn to her, like it fought to be near her. He could hardly blame it. They were so close, he could smell her sunscreen. So close, that it would be so easy to-.

“Hunter, how many floaties would be considered a safety hazard because Gus and I wanna-oh.” Luz stopped herself dead in her tracks as she examined the very surprising very… compromising scene she walked in on: a shirtless Hunter holding Willow as her strap exposed her shoulders and they both looked like deer caught in the headlights. What was she supposed to think?

“Oh, sorry! I didn’t mean to interrupt!” Said Luz, going to shut the door. “I’ll just be going so you can-.”

“You’re not!” “It’s not what you think!” They said simultaneously as they quickly separated, and Hunter rushed to put his tank top back on.

“Luz, wait up!” Willow called before quickly turning back to Hunter. “Are you good?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I-it’s great thanks,” he said with a blush he hoped the dim lighting hid.

“Cool,” she said, giving him a wink as she often did. “Happy to help.”

—-

It felt wrong to, but Willow almost wished Hunter’s injury would take longer to heal. She hoped he would ask her to stay on after he no longer technically needed her, but she knew he wouldn’t dream of inconveniencing her. But it wouldn't be anything like that, she loved spending time with him. And he didn’t socialize outside camp sponsored events. If he wasn’t required to be somewhere, he was off by himself. She would find an excuse to see him under the guise of planning events and soon he would be telling her about the books he was reading or showing her pictures of the cardinal he was looking after. She knew he needed the time to collect his thoughts after the overstimulation their job brought forth, but summer was ending soon. Was it selfish to say she wanted as much time with him as possible?

She had never met someone like him, so serious and silly at the same time. She loved the way he lit up when he told her about his interests and the way he looked at her when she went on about her plants. He admitted he had found an old book on edible fungi so on their next hike they could look for examples together. She would love nothing more.

She liked him, she really liked him.

And she was starting to think he really liked her too.

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“Did you know Hunter’s birthday is this week?” Willow asked as she and Gus finished cleaning up makeshift kickball bases.

“How did I know you were gonna bring up Hunter?”

“Okay, you brought him up first when you were talking about arranging a Cosmic Frontier movie night,” countered Willow.

“Well, if we get two more sign ups we’ll be allowed to do it!” he said. They currently had three, two of which were them.

“Anyway, it’s not on the employee board so I wonder why he’s keeping it a secret.”

“How did you find out?”

“He was showing me a postcard his guardian sent him, and I saw another one on his bed that asked what he was doing for his birthday on Friday,” she said.

“You were in his cabin? Unsupervised?” Gus gave a fake gasp. “At last: a camp scandal!”

“Pshh, I wish,” she joked. “It’s your cabin too, Gus. I was just in there helping him fold your laundry since he lost the bet you two had.”

"The poor fool really thought he could drink more Bug Juice than me," Gus chuckled fondly as he slung the sack of kickballs over his shoulder. "He never stood a chance."

"He's never had so much processed sugar before," laughed Willow, remembering how she had tried teaching him how to braid with his surge of energy but he had passed out on her shoulder halfway through and she guided him through the sugar hangover the next day.

“Yeah, you two have been spending a lot of time together,” said Gus. “Getting hit by that arrow was the best thing that ever happened to him. Before, he’d be up all night rereading the manual to something and now he’s like a totally different person. He’s been smiling alot more.”

“We hung out before he got hit by the arrow,” Willow smiled. Hunter had a nice smile, even the thought of it was contagious.

"You know that's not the arrow I mean," teased Gus. Willow rolled her eyes, she knew Viney's joke about Cupid's arrow had spread around camp. She honestly didn't mind it. She had brought it up once to Hunter, to see if he was totally against the implication but somehow, they got talking about Percy Jackson, thinking it was a reference and he went on one his deep dives that Willow loved to listen to, like her own personal podcast.

“I wish we started hanging out sooner. There’s only one more session left and then he’ll be across the country for school.”

“I know,” sighed Gus sadly. “But that just means we have to make the time we have left count. The campers leave Friday morning and then we have a whole weekend before the last set comes in. Maybe we can do something for his birthday?”

“I want to do something, but I know if we tell him we want to do something he’ll insist he’s not worth the trouble,” said Willow. “And I don’t think it’s because he wouldn’t enjoy it, but he’s like actually convinced he doesn’t deserve it.”

“Then… what if we surprise him?” said Gus.

“Gus, we hardly have any free time as it is,” laughed Willow. “And when we do, we’re all together. How can we plan a whole party without him knowing?”

“If we tell him it’s not for him,” said Gus slyly.

“Ooh, you’ve got a scheme, Porter?”

“We just need to convince Hunter that I have a summer birthday.”

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“Okay, Gus is out with Matt collecting firewood so we should have plenty of time to set up the main hall before he gets back,” said Amity, going over her checklist. In truth, Matty and Gus were finishing making a cardboard cutout of O’Bailey out of paper mâché, convinced it would be a fun photo op. “Luz and I are finishing up decorations, Skara is on music, Jerbo is on punch, Ed and Em are getting games, Viney… I don’t think a petting zoo is gonna work but lemme double check and we just need someone to pick up the cake and a few things from town.”

“Oh! Hunter and Willow can go!” Luz pretended to spontaneously volunteer as though that had not been the plan the whole time.

“Uh, sure yeah,” said Hunter. Willow nodded and ran ahead to grab the keys from Eda’s office.

Once she was out of earshot, Luz reached out and pulled Hunter back by his shoulder. “Don’t mess this up.”

“I won’t,” he assured her, confused as to why she thought he would. “I know Gus’ favorite flavors and I’m prepared to go to multiple stores to get the trick candles he likes.”

“Not that!” Luz said in a harsh whisper. “Do you really think we need two people to pick up a cake? No, this is just an elaborate excuse to get you two alone so you finally make a move.”

Luz considered the opportunity a birthday gift to Hunter.

“Make a-,” he turned around frantically to make sure Willow had not been around to hear. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“My dude, during free swim you look at Willow like you’re hoping she’s gonna drown,” said Luz. “Those sunglasses aren’t fooling anyone.”

“I would never put the lives of campers at risk!” He said, truly offended. “I keep an avid and well circulated eye over everyone in the water, not just Willow and her green bikini!”

Luz simply raised an eyebrow to him as his words caught up with him and did not help disprove her point.

“I mean I- it could’ve been green, I don’t remember but it’s beside the point because what I mean is I still have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Which I guess means you haven’t noticed the way she practically starts drooling every time you reapply sunscreen,” said Luz smugly, amazed how neither of them were even a little bit subtle and yet the other was totally oblivious. Like an unstoppable force and an unmovable object.

“I don’t… notice everything Willow does,” Hunter lied, beginning to sweat. He assumed her gaze was always meant for something just past him. Or maybe she was just making sure he applied it evenly. Once she had offered to get his back for him and he ended up pretending to see something in the water to avoid coming up with an answer because he literally couldn’t say yes but how could he say no?

“Hey, having a crush is nothing to be embarrassed about-.”

“Shhh! What are you doing? Willow might hear you!” Hunter hissed. “If you bothered to read the handbook you’d know that fraternization among counselors is frowned upon and can end in demerits or termination of employment!”

“Demerits? Are you reading the manual from like the 1950s?”

“It’s been a consistent policy!”

“Interesting that you seemed to care so much about that policy that you looked it up to see if it had changed,” said Luz with a smirk.

“It’s not like that,” he lied again. “I happen to know all the policies and their updates.”

“So are you gonna report me and Amity?”

“What? No, I would never-.”

“Then the rules are not the reason you’re being a wuss,” said Luz firmly. “So why haven’t you made a move all summer? She’s been flirting with you like crazy.”

“What? She has not-.”

“So what I walked in on in the pool shed was just… what exactly?”

“She was just helping me with my injury.”

Hunter knew how it looked. It wasn’t the first time they had been caught in a similar situation.

There had been the time the counselors had gotten together for a game of capture the flag. The only condition was that Willow and Hunter had to be on opposite teas, otherwise no one else stood a chance. After a competition within the competition on who got Gus, he declared himself referee to keep the peace. The counselors had decided to make things more interesting and to make finding the flag extra hard. There were no rules so long as it was on the border and chaos ensued.

In the end, Willow’s team had been victorious as their flag was apparently invisible. Flag locations had been disclosed to Gus so he could confirm no foul play had occurred. Afterwards, Hunter was praising Willow at her ability to hide her flag so well, no one had been able to locate it. She beamed at his praise and twirled her ponytail, saying it wasn’t that far away. Hunter knew she often wore her hair and braids and took immediate notice. Especially the interesting color of her hair tie.

Without thinking, he reached forward and took a closer look. Finding his suspicion correct, he removed the makeshift scrunchie, causing her curls to cascade onto her shoulders as he finally held the flag high over his head. The game was long over but he still felt victorious. Despite the finding of the flag resulting in no real loss, Willow til lunged forward to try and take back her treasure. Hunter used his height to his advantage and kept it out of her reach but that didn’t stop Willow. She wrapped one arm around him to prevent him from switching between hands as the other reached up in vain, the both of them laughing too hard to care how silly it all was. She gave one bold jump and the next thing they knew, they were on the ground.

In the commotion, Hunter had landed on top of Willow who managed to win her flag back. She tried to catch her breath from the laughing and the falling as she looked up at Hunter with a wide, smug smile. Their faces were mere inches apart as Hunter found himself frozen. He knew she couldn't get up and until he did but he was too focused trying to formulate an apology. But Willow hardly thought one was warranted. Silently, she reached up and placed the handkerchief around his neck and tied a loose knot as her fingers lingered at the frayed ends. Hunter wordlessly looked down at her as she did not remove her hold but seemed to try and bring him down closer to her. She was slowly succeeding as his forelock now rested on her forehead, she bit her lip and somehow Hunter felt she was resisting the urge to raise her head to close the gap herself. Her hair was spread out on the ground with the dark green grass effortlessly blending in, like she was everything and everywhere. She was in her element, and he couldn’t help but feel drawn to her. He allowed her to pull him down more, until he was on his elbows and as her eyes fluttered closed he knew that he was right where she wanted him to be and he just had to-

“Have you guys seen where Gus-oh!”

Just as quickly as it was cast, the spell was broken as Amity and Luz rounded the corner.

“Oooh, what’s going on here?” sang Luz mischievously raising her eyebrows as she wrapped her arms around Amity’s waist and placed her chin on her shoulder. They pair had been betting on who would make the first move and there was a stack of limited edition Azura bookmarks waiting for the winner.

“Nothing!” said Hunter, his face turning bright red as he pushed himself away from Willow, quickly standing on his feet. Amity and Luz exchanged a knowing look as Hunter frantically wiped the dirt off him before extending his hand to Willow to help her off. “It was uh… it wasn’t… we were just uh-.”

“I was just giving Hunter his consolation prize,” said Willow as though that truly was what she had been doing. She straightened the bandana around his neck before gently tugging the front of it to lead him away as she walked past their friends as though nothing had been interrupted. He followed behind her, and later chalked it all up to adrenaline from the game.

It was nothing, right? Just like the pool shed?

So why was his mind so consumed by nothing?

“It looked like you were posing for the cover of a romance novel you see in the grocery store checkout line,” insisted Luz, interrupting his daydream of a memory. “Man, if I knew she was so into bad but sad boys I would’ve set you two up ages ago!”

“She is not into me!”

“Do you… not want her to be?”

“I want her… I want her…”

“I don’t think you need to finish that sentence,” said Luz with a wink as she heard Willow returning.

“Hey!” Willow called as she ran back to him with a smile, dangling the keys in his face. “Ready?”

—-

Willow tried her best to waste time in the store, but Hunter was just too efficient. When she pretended to lose the list, he had it memorized. When she pretended like she couldn’t decide between two things, he offered to get both. When she pretended to have forgotten something, planning to take her time going back to get it, he and his long legs rushed to grab it in record time.

She had to admire how determined he was to get back and help set things up for Gus, she couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when he saw the effort was all for him.

But damn it, she needed to waste some time!

Maybe she could make the most of this opportunity…

She watched him check his mirrors as though they had somehow been adjusted since they were last in the car 10 minutes ago. The way he furrowed his brow and blew his loose strand of hair out of his vision almost made her forget to breathe. She knew his mind was a never-ending maze of lists and instructions, and other people might think that made him uptight or critical, but Willow knew it was because he cared so much, he didn’t know where to start. He was thorough and thoughtful and clever and careful, and Willow wanted him to know that she knew. She couldn’t help but see him.

“You’re a really good driver,” said Willow, looking at him with a smile.

“R-really? Uh, thanks,” Hunter gulped. Despite the car being in park and off, Hunter’s hands remained at 10 and 2 on the wheel. “You’re really good at… sitting shotgun.”

“Thanks,” she said, kicking her feet as they dangled over the side of the high truck seat. He started the car and Willow watched him quickly go through the checklist. Seatbelt, lights, windows, reverse, windows again. Maybe he even glanced her way, surely to make sure her seatbelt was secure. She fiddled with the volume knob and watched him from the corner of her eye as he sat up straighter, as though sensing her gaze.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Luz:

Luzura: We need some more time, can you stall him a little longer?

Hello_Willow: Of course 🙂

“Hey uh, since we have some extra time, do you mind if we take a small detour real quick?” she asked as sweetly as she could.

“Oh uh, sure,” he said. She knew he was not the detour type, but she has a feeling she wouldn’t say no to her.

“Oh, take a left at the next stop sign,” said Willow as Hunter did so. They were far from the streetlights now, far from any light. Willow led them to a small, secluded spot that overlooked the lake, the moon’s reflection the only thing showing where the land ended and the water resided. They weren’t too far from camp now, but far enough where they had privacy.

“Is this… Lookout Point?”

“Oh, huh, I guess it is,” said Willow with a chuckle, seeing he was right. “I never realized. I always come here during the day to catch frogs, but I guess at night it has other plans.”

“Yeah, heh.”

“C’mon! Let's go sit by the water!” she said, jumping out the door before he could protest. He wouldn’t, he would follow her anywhere. A few feet from the lake was a picnic table and Willow hopped on and spread out her sundress dress, looking like a painting that Hunter felt somehow always existed in his mind. The moonlight found her, as light always seemed to, and graced the top of her head like a halo.

“I just thought the moon would look pretty over the water,” she said, bringing her knees up to get more comfortable.

“You were right,” said Hunter, his eyes going back between her and the moon, their radiance essentially equal. “It’s really pretty.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with a sigh as Hunter tentatively sat beside her. Her stomach flipped, as their shoulders nearly touched.

“So uh, how did you know about Lookout Point?” Willow asked after a moment.

“Huh? Oh, uh I dunno.”

“It’s just cuz Lookout Point isn’t the actual name of this place, the only people who call it that are people who come here to… uh…”

“Oh, yeah I know,” said Hunter, trying to seem cooler than he felt.

“So… have you?”

“What?”

“Been here with someone to-.”

“Oh! No! No, no, no! Haha no way!” He said quickly and nervously, his laugh forced and unconvincing. “I just uh know about it because Luz is always sneaking off here with Amity and she asks me to cover for her. She called it that but I had no idea that wasn’t the official name, heh.”

“Oh yeah, I bet they carved their initials here somewhere,” she said, looking down at the table. Hunter followed her gaze and saw it was covered with hearts filled in with tiny letters. Willows’s finger traced a few as she searched for her friends’ and Hunter held his breath as her fingers brushed his, maybe even lingering when they did. He looked down too, searching for Willow's initials, being very familiar with how they looked encased in a heart.

“So, uh, are yours-.” Hunter started to ask but was interrupted by a loud explosion. He and Willow looked up and saw a display of fireworks gracing the sky above the lake.

“Oh wow,” she whispered. “They must be from the camp across the lake, they’re always showing off.”

It was like a show just for them, a spontaneous display of light and color trying to reach the moon. Okay maybe Willow knew this would be happening since it happened every year. Hunter wasn’t the only one super into planning. They sat atop the picnic table admiring the scene together. If you told Hunter he would be spending his 21st birthday at Lookout Point watching fireworks with the prettiest girl he’d ever met he would say he’d never believe it.

“Are you cold?” he asked, most likely because he wanted to say something. It was the perfect night, in every aspect. Willow felt perfectly content. But she noticed Hunter wasn’t wearing a jacket and it made her feel mischievous.

“What if I said I was?” She teased, bumping his arm with hers.

“Oh, uh…” Hunter suddenly realized he did not have a solution to offer. “Uh…I guess I could uh…”

He looked around as though one might appear if he was desperate enough, but the air did not manifest him something for some reason. He tentatively raised his arm and hovered for a moment over Willow’s shoulder. She saw from the corner of her eye but said nothing, as though worried she might spook him. But in her mind she was screaming words of encouragement. Finally, his arm found its way down across her back, his hand resting gently across her shoulders.

“Is that… okay?” his voice was strained as his eyes looked straight ahead. Willow wanted him to know he didn’t have to be nervous, but she has to admit it didn’t make her heart flip a little. She carefully wrapped her arm around his waist to bring him closer, her head ever so slightly resting on his chest.

“I feel warmer already,” she said softly, unable to help but giggle at the small gasp he let out when she returned the contact.

“Cool,” said Hunter softly as he felt her shift closer to him. “Yeah, uh this is… nice.”

“Yeah,” agreed Willow as the pair enjoyed the view. She felt his head rest against hers and all she wanted was to be in this moment forever. She imagined how picturesque they must look, comfortable and cozy. Her phone in the car, their friends miles away, no chance of being interrupted now.

Now she could find out if there was something to interrupt.

“Do you… think you’ll come back next summer?” Willow broke the comfortable silence to ask. It was such a nice moment, and she didn’t want to ruin it, but it had been on her mind. But she might not get another chance where she was sure the two of them had privacy. She might need to take advantage of that.

“I mean, I’ve been having a great time so far,” he said. “I’ve really enjoyed getting to know the campers and the birds and yo- you know, the o-other counselors.”

“Well they’ve enjoyed getting to know you too,” she said sweetly, as her free hand played with her braid. “So I was kinda hoping I’d get to see you again.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

Willow quickly turned her head up to face him just as he turned his and their noses nearly touched. Suddenly she couldn’t hear the fireworks as her heart flooded her ears

“Willow, I have to tell you something,” he whispered. She held her breath. “About my shoulder…”

"Oh my gosh, was I hurting you?" she panicked as she pulled away. "I’m so sorry, I wasn’t thinking I was just-."

“Viney said last week that my shoulder was fine,�� he said quickly and ashamed as he turned away from her.

“What?”

“I didn’t technically need your help this week,” he went on. “I lied to you because I like spending time with you, and I was worried that if I didn’t have this then… then I wouldn’t know how to ask you to… because everytime we… I- I never know how to ask you to hang out and I guess I just wanted you to think…” he sighed and covered his face with his hands. “I dunno.”

Willow just smiled and looked at the friendship bracelet of woven yellow and green wrapped tightly around his wrist. “Ya know,” she started. “This isn’t the first time I’ve tried to get you to Lookout Point.” She admitted with a chuckle. He slowly looked back up at her as though her words were in another language.

“What?”

“I mean, this actually wasn’t on purpose but after we took that hike and a ladybug landed on my shoulder and you didn’t laugh at me for freaking out but you just came up and let it crawl on your finger until it flew away and then you made sure there weren’t anymore nearby, I… Hunter I’ve had a huge crush on you all summer.”

“Wha- o-on me?” he asked as though he had somehow misheard her.

She nodded, feeling lighter now. “I know it might be silly, but if this is the only summer we’re gonna have together then I just…”

She leaned in and closed her eyes as she waited for Hunter to lean in the rest of the way. She felt him place his hands on shoulders. He took a deep breath and looked at her again as the fireworks fizzled behind her. She was stunning and sweet and astonishing. She was so much more than just one summer.

“I’m not really looking for a summer thing,” said Hunter awkwardly as he pulled away.

“Oh.” Willow said quietly, blinking as she tried to transition back to the real world and process his words. “Oh! Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh, Hunter I’m so sorry! I’m so embarrassed! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable, I’m so sorry you can just leave me here and I’ll walk back to-.”

“No! No, you didn’t make me uncomfortable, I swear!” Hunter assured her in an equal panic. “I just really like you and don’t want to ruin things and I’m not gonna make you walk back-.”

“You like me?”

“What?” Hunter said, not telling what he had just admitted as the fireworks continued to go off behind them. “I just… I uh… w-when I said I wasn’t looking for a summer thing I meant I wasn’t looking for something that was just the summer.”

“But I thought you were going back to-.”

“Not anymore,” he said. “I… I didn’t wanna risk jinxing it but I’ve been taking online classes at night and... I'm gonna be transferring to Hexisde in the fall.”

“Hunter, that’s-.”

“So I don’t want things to be awkward if we see each other on campus because I do wanna see you again and I know the rule about counselor relationships so I was planning on maybe doing something after I was sure that we-.”

Before he could finish, Willow pulled him forward by the collar of his shirt and kissed him. It was quick, but meaningful. The finale of fireworks illuminating the sky behind them as Hunter melted into the contact. As she slowly pulled away, Hunter followed her not wanting to release the dream quite yet.

“‘Fraternization among counselors is only prohibited if the relationship in question is between two counselors where one is the direct supervisor of the other,’” she quoted effortlessly. Hunter let out a small squeak, knowing instantly why her words sounded so familiar.

That’s when he knew she didn’t just want his summer, she wanted everything. He knew how deep she had to have read into the handbook to find that paragraph, as it lived beneath an asterisk that his tired eyes somehow neglected to commit to memory. As she quoted regulation to him beneath the light of the full moon, Hunter had never felt more hopelessly infatuated.

“So… does that mean that we… that you and I can… t-that y-you want to-.”

“I mean, it really doesn’t take two people to get a cake,” she chuckled, fiddling with the bracelet on his wrist. He smiled, nearly having forgotten how they had found themselves here in the first place.

"Right, heh, so uh we need to get going, don't we?" he said. "We don't wanna be late for Gus' party."

"Weeell, the thing is it's kind of not a party for Gus."

"What?"

She smiled and leaned forward to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "Surprise," she whispered, not sure if it was technically still his birthday but just so utterly giddy that he was in the world. "Happy birthday."

"What? H-how did you-?"

"A girl has her ways," she said smugly. "Anyway, we wanted to do something special for you but just make sure to act surprised when we get back, okay? I know you probably don’t-."

She was cut off by Hunter’s lips on hers, purposely and purposeful, no longer allowing room for interruptions or misunderstandings. His hand delicately cupped the side of her face as he felt her melt into him, resting her hand atop his to assure him she intended to keep him there awhile.

"- wanna be late,” she finished dreamily as he pulled away for a moment, only because he forgot to breathe.

"It's my party, I can be as late as I want," he said quietly, not moving too far from her. Willow laughed as she pulled him back to her and reunited their lips, kissing him repeatedly as she brought forth a whole summer’s worth of longing.

They hardly realized the fireworks had ended, feeling as though they had just begun as they moved closer to hold each other easier. In their desperate eagerness, they fell off the picnic table they would later carve their initials in. They landed side by side on a collection of stones, which would find them both with matching casts in the morning.

But it was hardly the oddest injury they had gone to Viney with.

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