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inmyicyworld · 10 months

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Push him

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: When you became Avenger’s PR manager, you basically got your dream job, but one particular man, who had been staring at you every single time you were around, made you wonder whether it was because he hated or liked you.

Words count: 6.8k (opps)

Warnings: reader is wearing short clothes, Wanda and Nat are the best, Sam is a little ass, Bucky stares at you A LOT, he’s grumpy, SMUT, p in v, oral sex, unprotected sex, creampie, Bucky has a dirty mouth, pet names.

Author’s note: I finally finished my work, which I had been writing for way too long. But I’m kinda proud of it, lol. Hope you’ll enjoy it too🩷

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The work at the Avengers Tower wasn’t what you expected it to be. Tony Stark found you while you were working for another company a little bit more than a month ago. He was amazed by the way you were dealing with problems, by your charisma, and by your ability to find a common language with everyone. That’s how he knew that he had to have you as his partner and a part of the team.

The next day, you got a call directly from Tony, asking you to quit your job and accept his offer to work as Avenger’s PR manager. It would be an understatement to say that your jaw dropped to the floor when you heard your salary.

He said that you were totally worth it and that working with a group of such different people was not easy, but he was sure that you would be perfect at this. So on that exact day, you decided to take a risk and accept the challenge.

One thing that you hated about your previous job was the strict dress code. It was simply far from your style because you hated wearing the same basic and boring clothes every day. Tony said that it was the last thing that he cared about, and in that building, no one was obligated to wear certain clothes.

You knew that it was your lucky ticket.

He was actually really friendly and funny in person. You talked a lot during your first day while he was showing you all the necessary places in the tower: your office, his lab, common rooms and kitchens, avenger’s rooms, and even a beautiful garden on the roof. By the way, Tony allowed you to decorate your office however you wanted and gave you the number of the person who was responsible for this.

In short, it was perfect.

You were giddy with excitement on your first actual day of work. According to the plan, you had to meet with the Avengers and then arrange a few meetings for Tony.

It felt like you spent hours before your mirror deciding what to wear. Your whole room was a mess, and when you finally completed your look, which consisted of a short black skirt, beige long sleeve and a brown leather jacket on top, it was already time to go.

Everyone in the room heard you before they saw you because of the sound of your heels clicking on the wood floor.

“Don’t tell me that this is our PR manager, Stark.” Black Widow looked you up and down with a smirk on her face. “You look good, hun. Finally, someone with a taste in this boring group of losers, besides me and Wanda, of course.”

“Hi.” You nicely smiled, not ready to get a compliment as soon as you stepped into the room.

“Ohh, she’s also the sweet one.” Another red-headed woman, Wanda, said with a smile.

“You both, shut up.” Tony stood up from the armchair with a pack of chips in one hand and threw the other one over your shoulder. “Want some?” He asked you, showing the food, but you slightly shook your head. “Whatever… Now, you all listen here, this is Y/N; she’s our new PR manager. I stole her from someone because she’s incredibly smart and good at her job. Starting from this moment, she’s going to cover up your asses and organize all this stupid media stuff.” You blushed at his words but were still silent. “So, this is Natasha, Wanda, Steve, Bucky, and Th—wait, you already know them, right?”

“Yeah, of course I do.” You chuckled. “By the way, it’s nice to meet all of you. I hope we can work together, and I will have a chance to be helpful.” You took a look at all the Avengers in the room, and everyone looked at you with a smile except one person, whose eyes sent shivers down your spine.

When you looked at Bucky, you saw that his eyes were scanning your body with an unreadable expression, and you suddenly felt really weird in your short skirt. Your eyes met, and his famous death stare was really quite scary. He didn’t like you? You two were staring at each other for a few seconds, and you believe that the rest of the team noticed it because Steve loudly cleared his throat to get your attention.

He asked you a few questions about you, and Clint and Sam made a few jokes. Everything was fine as you all chatted for a little bit until Tony said that everyone should get ready for tomorrow’s mission, and you too have a lot to do.

You went back to your office only with the thought that, during this whole time, Bucky was staring at you like he wanted to burn a hole in your head.

Later that day, Bucky was sitting at the kitchen island with a cup of already-cold coffee while Steve was making himself dinner. It was quiet besides the sound of the cooking food, or at least Bucky didn’t listen to Steve’s words because he was too deep in his thoughts.

Well, he was mostly thinking about you and his mixed feelings about this interaction. As soon as you walked into the room, you had his whole attention. He couldn’t help but stare at your body, at your open legs, and at your smiley face. He knew that he sounded like a total creep and that it was inappropriate to look at other people this way, but he had never seen women dress this way. Was it normal right now? Was it new fashion trends or something? The only women that he had been interacting with for the past few years were women from Wakanda, and in the tower it was mostly Nat and Wanda, and he had never seen them dress like that. Or, at least, he just didn’t care enough to notice it.

When he saw you today, he felt something in him, and he didn’t like that feeling. It was something new, something that he had never experienced before, but his body became tense and his stomach tightened. It was weird.

“What, you're still trying to process her?” He was distracted from his thoughts by Sam, who came to the kitchen to grab a bottle of cold water from the fridge. Bucky looked at him and furrowed his brows when he saw a shitty smirk.

“What the fuck are you talking about? And why are you smiling like an idiot?” Bucky growled.

“Because you’re thinking about Y/N.” His words caught Steve’s attention, and he came closer.

“That’s why you two were staring at each other like that?” Steve said this while drying his hands with a towel. “Do you like her? I think she seems cute.”

“No, I don’t. She just looks... different.”

“Oh, the old man got excited by the beautiful woman and her short skirt.” Sam’s smile got even wider as he started teasing Bucky. “You know, I wanted to ask her out, but I can take a step back if you like her.” He leaned on the table so he could get under Bucky’s skin even more.

“I do not like her.”

“So you’re okay if I ask her out? Maybe I should go to her office right now.” Sam pretended like he was really thinking about this.

“Sam...” Steve said.

“You both are just getting on my fucking nerves.” Bucky’s chair almost fell to the floor when he angrily stood up. “Do whatever the fuck you want, I don’t care about you or her.” With these words, he stormed out of the room, and Sam started to laugh out loud.

“You didn’t have to do that, you know?” Steve shook his head like a disappointed mother whose kids always fight.

“That was fun, and maybe it’ll push him to ask her out. She’s hot, but not my type; I’m just trying to help this idiot.”

You have been working with the Avengers for over a month now. This work was literally a dream from any angle. You were making a lot of money, doing the job that you really liked, and found a lot of close friends.

Almost everyone on the team was very close to you. Natasha and Wanda were particularly your best friends. Sam was the funniest person you’ve ever met, and he always found time to tease you or to make a compliment. Bruce and Clint were like your uncles—a little bit old and annoying, but always with a piece of advice for you. A few times, you and Steve met at the gym when you came to work too early, so he was happy to train with you. Who would’ve thought that Captain America himself would teach you how to throw a punch?

The only pain in your ass was Bucky Barnes. Well, to be fair, he didn’t do anything. You’re not even sure that you heard his voice. He was always just staring. Any time that you came to the room and he was there, you either saw him from the corner of your eyes or felt his burning gaze on your back.

To this day, you had no problems with your job. You organized a few interviews for Tony and Steve, talked to the newspapers and magazines, and held some meetings, but right now, sitting on your white chair, you felt weirdly nervous.

Bucky had to come here any minute to talk about a recent accident. Apparently, he almost knocked out someone on the street. All the press and news sources were taking advantage of the situation and using loud headlines to cast a shadow on Bucky and get more views. “The Winter Soldier is back?”. “The Winter Soldier almost killed an innocent man on the street.”

It has been the biggest topic on the internet for the past few hours. Most of the people were furious and wrote too many inappropriate and rude things. So you asked FRIDAY to call Bucky so you could know the whole situation and give comments to the press as soon as possible.

You started thinking about what you should do, or, to be more honest, how to behave around Bucky, because a few days ago two red-headed women that you now considered your best friends assured you that he is in love with you and just doesn't know what to do with it.

You told them everything about his weird actions—that he always looked at you, checked your clothes, and stayed silent. Natasha and Wanda just looked at each other with smirks on their faces.

“Why are you looking at each other like that?” You arched an eyebrow and crossed your hands across your chest.

“Please, don't tell me that you don't understand his behavior.” Natasha looked at you and sipped her coffee.

Well, I wouldn’t have asked you if I knew the reason.”

“Honey, he lust likes you and thinks that you’re hot. You remember that he’s actually an old man, right? Women from his time didn’t dress like that, and you look really sexy.” Wanda’s words made Nat nod her head as you looked weirdly at both of them.

“That’s bullshit, Wanda. This can’t be true. I'm sure that he just doesn’t like me and thinks that I look too revealing. Or he just hadn’t had a girlfriend in a long time.”

“Some time ago, I came to the kitchen at like 2 a.m. just in my lingerie because I thought everyone was asleep. Barnes was sitting there with a book, and you know what? He just said “Hi” and didn’t even look at me again while I was making a sandwich. And when he sees you, he just can’t take his eyes away and stares like an idiot.”

You stayed silent, thinking about the girls' words, because everything seemed pretty reasonable.

“And what should I do?”

“I don’t know, seduce him or something.” Natasha just casually said it, and your eyebrows flew to your hairline.

“Wait, do you like him?” Wanda asked you, and Natasha huffed like it was obvious.

“I mean… he’s beautiful. I didn’t have a chance to talk to him, but Steve and Sam love him, and I trust their opinion.” You stopped trying to put together your thoughts. “To be honest, sometimes I think about the fact that he’s probably one of the hottest people I’ve ever seen. When we studied history at school, all the girls fell in love with America's Boy, and I with his best friend.”

“Then don’t wait. Just give him some hints, because I swear, for the ladies’ man, he’s too slow.” Natasha’s words made you smile. “Try to get closer to him; I don’t know, flash him with your boobs and look at the reaction. Push him a little bit. He’ll break.”

The loud knock on the door almost made you jump out of your chair.

“Come in.” You said this as you stood up and fixed your white dress and cardigan.

Bucky came probably to the lightest and most cozy room in the whole tower. A lot of white and pastel colors, comfy sofa and armchairs, and paintings on the wall. And in the middle of this was you—always perfectly looking, in heels, in a too-short dress, and with a smile on your face. He couldn't stop himself from looking at the smooth skin of your legs. It’s probably so soft...

“Em– Hi.” You awkwardly stood while his eyes were scanning your body. He didn’t answer; he just nodded. “So I think that we can sit there, it’s more comfortable.” You wave your hand at the sofa with a fluffy cover on it. “Do you want anything? Tea, coffee, water, soda?” Bucky just shook his head while he was trying to comfortably sit with a frown on his face.

You deeply inhaled while trying to be a professional. You didn’t know what was wrong with this man, but his behavior started to get on your nerves.

“Bucky, we can’t work together if you keep ignoring me. You can say if you don’t like something, because I don’t want to be on bad terms with anyone.” You sat across from him and crossed your legs.

“I don’t know what I should say.” His deep voice filled the room. Bucky took a pillow that was lying near him and started playing with the fringe. “I feel weird when I’m around you, and I don’t like it. I have thoughts that I shouldn’t have.” His eyes scanned your body once again, and you wondered if he was talking about what you thought.

“Can I do something to change it?”

“No.” He deeply inhaled. “It’s my own problem, and it’s not your job to try to fix it. Anyway, why am I here?”

“I think you know why. I need to ask you about the recent incident because I have a meeting with the press in less than an hour, and I have to give them a good reason why you did that. People didn’t take all that information too well.” You saw that Bucky sadly smiled and looked you directly in the eyes, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “So, tell me what’s happened.”

“You know that whatever you say won’t change people’s opinions about me, right? No one forgave me, and they’re still looking for a chance to call me a murderer.” He tried to hide behind a smile, but you saw everything written in his eyes. Bucky hurt himself with his own words.

“I understand how you feel about this whole situation, but we should address all those rumors because things might get worse.” You leaned on your knees with your hands, and Bucky’s eyes immediately fell on your boobs.

Push him a little bit. He’ll break.

You tried to hold back a smirk.

“Fuck.” He mumbled. “ I– um– I was walking from the coffee shop to the tower. It was another busy street with hundreds of people, but I still didn’t expect someone to touch me. That man jumped on my back or something, and my instincts just worked. I threw him over myself on the ground and put a hand on his throat. Turned out he wanted to take a picture. But I panicked because there are many people who want to take revenge and who might want to do it literally any second. I’m always ready for this.” He shrugged like it was nothing, but you could hear the pain in his voice.

You felt deeply sorry for the man before you. Even if he was cold and acted weird around you, you knew that it was his way to protect himself. After everything he came through, you couldn’t blame him.

“Do you still go to the therapist?” You gently asked.

“Yes, two times a week.” Bucky nervously ran his right hand through his hair while still holding your pillow in the metal one.

“Okay, that’s good; I can work with this information.” You nodded and reached for your journal on the coffee table. “Thank you for sharing this with me, Bucky. I really appreciate it. I’ll do my best to convince people that it was not your fault, okay?”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Bucky stood up, carefully putting your pillow in its place, and left your office without another word, while you were sitting there with a smile.

Maybe the girls were right.

After that day, everything between you and Bucky became even weirder. Yes, he wasn’t totally silent now, and you’ve got a few “Hi”, but his stares felt different.

It was like you two were playing some kind of game. Since you knew that he didn’t actually hate you, you tried to do as Natasha and Wanda said—get his attention and push more. And God, you loved that game.

Almost every day you found an opportunity or excuse to see him in common rooms or in the corridors of the Tower, and you made sure that Bucky noticed you. You wore tighter clothes, walked right past him, and looked at him with a smile. You knew that it was working because a few times Bucky just suddenly left the room while he was mumbling something.

It was almost 8 p.m., but you were still working on schedule for the next week. There was some kind of charity event, and Tony required you to convince everyone to go there because more Avengers can attract more sponsors and money. As always, Bucky was the one who refused to go there. He simply sees no reason for him to be there, and he doesn’t want to be there alone because he knows that Captain America will be the biggest star, and such a social butterfly as Sam will leave him in a second.

You decided that it would be better to talk to Bucky in person, but you didn’t want to lose a chance to get his attention, so you went by yourself instead of asking FRIDAY.

You looked in the small mirror to check your makeup and hair and went straight to where you knew Bucky was spending his evening. As you walked in a dark room filled with only light from the TV, you saw Sam and Steve sitting on the couch and Bucky on the armchair near them. You quietly walk to him and just casually sit on the armrest. His eyebrows flew to his hairline, and you heard that the chewing from the boys stopped. Bucky had no choice but to put his metal arm on your lower back.

“I need you in my office. You have to talk about the next charity event. Could you please give me some of your time?” You quietly asked and lowered yourself closer to him. Bucky was just staring at you for a few seconds, but then slightly nodded.

Bucky followed you to your office, not without getting smirks from the boys,and then stood near your table with his hands in his pockets.

“Don’t you want to sit?” You said and stepped closer to him.

“No.”

“Um– okay.” You took the papers from your table and stood in front of Bucky. “So, you know that there is going to be a charity event, and I’m responsible for getting all the Avengers there, and you are one of them.”

“I’m not going, I already told Tony.” He just shrugged.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not needed there. I’m not an actual hero, people have no interest in me, especially when there will be Iron Man, Captain America, and Thor, you know? Plus, I have no interest in sitting alone the whole night.” You saw that Bucky tried to be casual about it, but he just put salt on his own wound.

“Don’t say that, Bucky. There are people who want to see you there, you have a lot of fans. You know, I’m going there too, so if you don't mind, we can–”

“What game are you playing with me?” He interrupted you. Bucky straightened his shoulders, which made him look even bigger, and started moving closer to you, putting you in a trap between him and your desk.

“W– what do you mean?” You couldn't control your body as you started to tremble a little bit from the power that this man had. As soon as you bumped into the table, his hands landed on both sides of you, and his face was right in front of yours.

“Don’t act clueless, Y/N. I see what you’re doing.” He stopped for a second, studying your face. “You know, I tried to convince myself that you do all of this by accident, but now I’m sure that you’re just playing your little game. Am I right, doll?” You two were staring at each other, and you felt almost nauseous from different emotions.

He was so fucking beautiful up close. Piercing blue eyes, pink lips, and light stubble You know why many women thought that James Barnes was charming. If he had more confidence, he would’ve been unstoppable.

Your eyes slowly shifted lower to his arms and chest as you remained silent. He was big, with well-trained muscles that were seen through the tight black t-shirt. Both arms were stretched near you, so you had a really good opportunity to look at the smooth tanned skin and beautiful dark vibranium. You felt how your lower stomach tightened just from the thought of getting those pretty hands on your body…

You were pulled out of your head by a sudden movement of Bucky’s hand, which gripped your face and pushed your lips together. He was obviously dominating in the kiss, as if he were desperate to taste you. The tip of his tongue brushed over your lips, asking for entrance, which you happily gave him. The moan came out of you when Bucky moved away and looked you in the eyes, still holding your face.

“This whole fucking time I thought that I was a creep for looking at you, but now I know that you did everything on purpose, doll.” His eyes moved between your eyes and mouth. “All these short skirts and dresses that almost showed me everything underneath it, all these innocent smiles and looks... You did it to tease me?”

“Not at first...” You mumbled. “But you were acting so weird, and girls said that you liked me and just didn’t know what to do. I wanted to find out whether it was true or not.”

“Fuck, if I knew earlier that this was your plan, I would’ve bent you over the nearest surface, baby.” Bucky moved a little closer, brushing his lips over yours. “Do you know how fucking hot and gorgeous you are? I haven’t felt that way in many, many years. Just wanna kiss you and make you mine.”

“And what’s stopping you from this, Sargent?” You asked with a smile and moved your hand to the back of his neck to gently play with the baby hairs.

“You’re gonna be my death, doll face.” He mumbled before leaning closer and kissing you again.

This time, you started to touch each other's bodies. Bucky’s warm and cold hands landed on your thighs, playing with the hem of the skirt and rubbing your soft skin after he lifted you up a little bit and helped you sit on the table, staying in between your legs. Your own hands were moving up and down his broad chest, discovering all of his muscles.

“Bucky…” You whined into the kiss when his finger brushed against the edge of your already wet panties.

“Tell me.” Bucky moved away from your swollen lips and left a path of kisses down your neck. “Tell me what you want, and I’ll give it to you.” He sucked a sensitive spot under your ear, which made you moan.

“I don’t know. Just do anything, please.” You both breathed heavily. You felt like you were too hot; your lower stomach ached, and your underwear was soaking wet. Bucky was looking at you with such lust in his eyes that you wanted him to destroy you.

“Lay back.” He ordered you as one of his hands went higher under your skirt and slid your black lace panties down your legs. You didn’t miss how Bucky shoved him into the back pocket of his jeans with a smirk on his face.

You quickly followed his instructions and just threw all the papers from our table on the floor. You’ll regret it later, but now you don't care. The sudden move of Bucky's metal arm grabbed and pulled your shirt, and all the buttons scattered on the floor, making you gasp in disbelief.

“Bucky! It was expensive.”

“Sorry, I’ll buy you whatever you want, I promise. But now I need to see you all.” He growled and fell to his knees before you. “Fuck, doll, such a pretty pussy. I’m gonna make a mess with her.”

Bucky’s hands grabbed both of your legs and threw them over his shoulders. He dragged your skirt higher, not wanting to take it off of you. His head fell on your right legs as he left a few kisses on your sensitive skin.

“Bucky please! Don’t tease me!” You desperately whined.

“I need a moment to appreciate both of you. I haven’t done it since the 40's, you know that?”

You wanted to say something, but his mouth on your most delicate part of your body left you speechless and made you grab his hair. Bucky’s tongue was gentle at first, just to get a taste of you and tease you a little bit. His tongue started to play with your clit, circling it and applying different pressures to find out what made your body twitch. It looked like he was enjoying it too; you felt deep grunts escaping his mouth as he was trying to catch every drop that came out of you.

Your loud moans filled the room as Bucky found the perfect place and made motions that made you see stars. A hand in his hair tightened even more when you felt one of his fingers at your entrance.

“M-hm, so wet and tight for me.” He pulled away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers came in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were firmly glued to your pussy, which was trying to get more, and his mouth opened a little bit at the sight. “Taking my fingers like a good girl.” Bucky attacked you with his mouth again. This time he was licking your folds, mixing his saliva with your juices. When the feeling of his nose touching your bundle of nerves came through your whole body, you gripped Bucky’s dark locks even harder, particularly trying to ride his face, and he had to put his metal hand on your hips so you wouldn’t move.

Your body tensed when he curled his fingers right on your g-spot, sucking your clit like a hungry man.

“Bucky—fuck, fuck, fuck! I’m gonna cum, please don’t stop!” You whined with tears running down your face.

A few more movements of his magical mouth, and you fell over the edge. Your legs tightened around his head, tingles went all over your body, and the loudest moan mixed with Bucky’s name came out of you as you were riding on the wave of your orgasm.

Bucky didn’t stop, though.

He made sure to lick every drop that came out of you, to the point that you had to beg him to stop because you were too sensitive.

“That was—“ You were trying to catch a breath. “That was the best orgasm I've ever had, oh my god. If you did it for the first time in like seventy years, I can’t imagine what you can do with practice.”

Bucky dragged you up by your neck, so you would be at the same level with him. His hand moved your hips closer to the edge of the table, and you felt how hard he was through those jeans.

“I can practice whenever you’ll allow me, doll.” He put his warm hand on your face to kiss you. The taste of your own release on his tongue made you moan.

“Need you inside of me, please.” Your hands automatically started to pull up his shirt, but he stopped you.

“We don’t have to take it off if you don’t want to.”

You were silent for a few seconds. “Why wouldn’t I want to take your shirt off?”

“You know, my arm and scars...”

“Do you really think that I care about it?” You left a few kisses on his cheek. “I think that your arm is hot, by the way, and I want to feel your skin on mine, Sarge.” It was enough for Bucky to pull off his shirt and stay before you half-naked.

Your hands moved to trace every muscle, every birthmark, and every scar on his chest, and you felt that this moment was so intimate, especially because of Bucky’s stare. He looked at you with such adoration and softness that you wanted to melt.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” He mumbled and kissed you with even more passion.

Bucky ripped off the rest of your shirt and quickly took off your matching black bra, gripping your breasts with both hands and taking your left nipple in his hot mouth.

You dug nails into Bucky’s back as he was sucking and licking your nipples, leaving them wet in the cold air. It felt good. So fucking good—his mouth was truly amazing. But the emptiness inside of you was almost painful, and you were clenching around nothing.

“Bucky! Sarge, please, I need you.” You almost cried and dragged his head by the hair back to your mouth.

“Baby, baby, wait– “ His hot breath was touching your lips, but he stopped your hands, which were unbuckling his belt. “Baby, I don’t have a condom. Fuck, do you have one?”

“We don’t have to use it... I’m on the pill. And I’m clean.” Your legs wrapped tighter around Bucky’s waist and put him closer to your naked core. He swore that he could feel your heat through his jeans and boxers.

“Fuck, I love twenty-first century... I’m clean too, can’t even catch a disease with this serum shit.”

His words were like a green light to you. You didn’t want to wait even a second more. So you just took off his pants with such speed and impatience that it made Bucky chuckle. With the last movement, all of his clothes were on the floor, and you sat on your table, frozen because of the sight before you.

Bucky’s thick and perfectly long dick was the best fucking thing that you’ve ever seen. Pink and a little bit curled to his abdomen. Your mouth watered just thinking about tasting it. Or how well he’ll stretch you out. You didn’t even notice how your mouth opened a little bit, and you unconsciously wrapped your hand around him.

“You’re gonna destroy me, Bucky.” You mumbled, to which you heard only a deep chuckle. Your eyes moved back to Bucky’s smiley face.

“I hope so.”

Two different hands landed on your thighs again, spreading and lifting them up. You both looked down at where his cock almost touched your bare folds, and the first contact made you moan loudly. Bucky took the base of his cock, giving himself a few pumps, and moved the tip up and down your pussy, moving easily because of the mixture of your juices.

You grabbed his forearm and whined at the action.

“Ready, doll?” He was trying to be tough and strong, but you saw how he nervously licked his lips, the tremble of his flesh hand, and the tension in his abdomen. But you still vigorously nodded.

It was different from everything you’ve ever experienced. He was big but tried to be as gentle as possible, not wanting to hurt you. He only pushed a few inches, but you already wanted to cry from all the feelings inside of you. Pain mixed with extreme pleasure.

Bucky was trying so hard to control his motions and go slow, but God, it wasn’t easy. From the first touch of his cock, it felt like he had gone to heaven. He knew that sex was good, he remembers it, but the feeling of you and your warm body that so gracefully greeted him inside made him feral. Bucky felt such a need to kiss you that it was almost painful, especially when your swollen lips were a few inches away from his.

He leaned in closer to your lips, but it made him slip deeper into you, which made you both loudly moan into each other's mouths.

“Fuck– doll, you’re so warm and tight, oh my god.” Bucky mumbled as the grip on your hips became harder. It’ll probably leave bruises, but you didn’t care.

The feeling of him inside of you was overwhelming. He was so deep and stretched you just the way that you wanted, and you almost cried from pleasure.

“Please, Bucky, please move!”

His hips slightly moved once, and it felt like his mood instantly changed. You were suddenly pushed back on your table, and your legs, still in heels, were thrown on Bucky’s shoulders. His metal hand stayed on your thigh, and the other one fell on your stomach to push your skirt higher on your waist.

“All dressed up for me, baby.” He started slowly moving, burying his cock deep inside, and then leaving only the tip to tease you. “You know how long I wanted to do that, huh? Bend you over and just fuck the shit out of you until you can’t say anything except for my name.”

“Bucky– Sarge, please go faster. Just fuck me, do whatever you want.” You were desperate, yes. But you couldn't help but beg, because you really needed him to keep his promise and fuck the shit out of you.

You reached for his hand on your stomach and interlaced your fingers together.

“If you keep calling me that, I won’t last too long, doll.” His thrusts became harder and faster as your body moved up and down on your table.

Bucky was looking at your drunk-looking face with a slightly open mouth because you couldn’t keep your moans quiet. Your hair was deshiveled, your skin glimmered with sweat, and it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“So beautiful, baby.” Bucky murmured, fucking you harder. The room was filled with loud noises from slapping skin and moans. “You love it when I talk to you like that, huh? Want me to tell you what a good girl you are?” His words definitely did something to you, and you unconsciously tightened around him. “Almost choking my cock, baby, fu-u-ck.”

“Mhm, Sargent, I’m so full of you.” You couldn’t see straight as the tip of his head pressed at the perfect spot with every thrust, it was too much and not enough at the same time.

The wet kisses on the inner side of your thigh sent shivers down your whole body when Bucky started to suck tender skin. His rough movement didn’t stop for a moment, and you knew that your orgasm was getting closer. The warm feeling in your belly slowly became bigger. It was hard for you to cum from sex, but Bucky did it so fast and without even touching your clit.

“C’mon, doll face. I feel ‘ya. Feel how your perfect little pussy is squeezing me. Cum with me, baby, cum on my cock.” His movements were still rough and confident, but you felt the slightest change in the way he was looking at you, how his body trembled a little bit, and the prettiest quiet noises escaped his mouth as Bucky was coming to his own end.

You were completely lost in your pleasure, with strong arms on your body and Bucky’s hard cock that was completely destroying you, so when fingers on your clit started to move in circles, your body slightly jolted up from your table.

“Bucky, Bucky, please—ohmygod, I’m coming!” You cried out loud and grabbed the hard wood under your arms.

“O-oh, fuck, doll, cum with me, please. Yes, squeeze my cock harder, make a mess. ‘M gonna cum.” With the last few pushes of his dick inside of you and movements of the fingers, you both fell from your heights, and the room filled with loud moans of pleasure. The feeling of his hot seed on your walls almost made you faint.

Bucky fell down on your body as your leg slipped from his shoulder. Two strong arms wrapped around you, and Bucky’s face nuzzled into your neck. You don’t know how long you two stayed silent, trying to catch a breath, while your hands gently rubbed Bucky’s back.

When he finally lifted himself up with a metal arm near your face on the table, the look in his eyes sent millions of butterflies to your stomach.

“I don’t even know what to say…” He chuckled and cupped your face with his right hand. “You look so fucking beautiful, Y/N.”

“Even when my makeup, my hair, and my clothes are completely destroyed?” You playfully arched an eyebrow and enjoyed the feeling of his fingers on your hot skin.

“Well, I did it, and I’m satisfied with it. You still look so hot, especially with my dick still inside of you.”

“Bucky!”

“Sorry, sorry. But I’m serious, though. Will you let me take you on a date? Maybe yesterday for lunch or for dinner after work?” His eyes had this little bit of doubt, and you couldn’t stop your wide smile because he was really thinking that you would say “no” after that.

“I will be glad to go out with you, Buck.” You dragged his face closer and gave him the sweetest kiss you could.

Bucky moved away, gently slipping out of you, and you hissed at the empty feeling. He helped you stand up on your shaking legs and handed you your clothes.

“Fuck, you completely destroyed my clothes.” You said as you were standing in front of the mirror. “How will I go home?”

“You can stay in my room.” Bucky came closer to you and helped you make your blouse look more presentable, even without buttons.

“Really?”

“Of course, doll. Just hold your shirt in case we bump into someone in the corridor, but I think everyone is already in their rooms.” Bucky finished dressing up, and you saw your underwear sticking out of his pocket.

“Don’t you want to give me my panties?”

“Na-ah, you’ll have to walk with me dripping out of you.” He gave you a cocky smile and turned all the lights off before wrapping his arm around you and leading you into the hall.

It was completely empty, but the second that you stepped out of the elevator, you saw Bucky’s best friends looking at you. All of you were looking at each other for a few seconds before Sam started hysterically laughing.

“You owe me fifty bucks, idiot!” He said to Steve, who was as red as a tomato. “Good job, Buckaroo, but I really thought that we were gonna ask her on a date first.”

“Fuck off, Willson.” Bucky growled, protectively stepping forward to protect you from their looks.

“Okay, okay, relax, no one’s touching your girl.” He said with a cocky smile on his face. “Let’s go, Steve. You’re too innocent to look at things like this.” Sam took his friend and led him in another direction.

“Asshole.” Bucky growled.

“Everything is okay, Buck, let’s go.” You stepped closer to his room, but he was still standing in his place. “I have to take a shower. Will you come with me, or will you stand here the whole night?” You smirked.

It was everything he needed to finally get closer to you, scoop you into his arms, and carry you into his room to the sound of laughter, which soon turned into moans.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky fic #bucky x female reader #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan #bucky barnes smut #bucky smut #bucky x reader #marvel smut

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popironrye · 1 month

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The Lost Boys + Star

Dating Headcanons

💋 David 💋

As a people watcher, his partner is never too far away from his sight.

While he has a reputation to keep in public on the boardwalk, he's very affectionate when you're alone.

Is in denial about being touch starved.

He loves hugs, even if you have to initiate them most of the time.

When chilling in the cave, wherever he's sitting, he insists you sit right on his lap so he can wrap his arms around your waist.

While you are in public together though, he likes to hold your hand.

He's not very good at it, but he will happily oblige to giving you massages if you ask nicely.

If you didn't have earrings before, he'd offer to pierce them for you.

One word. Blindfolds.

The quickest way to turn David on is tell him you want to lay blind on the bed completely at his mercy.

He's got a lace kink.

That new lingerie you bought. He'll compose himself while you're showing it off, but you won't be wearing it long.

💀 Dwayne 💀

Quickest way into his heart is through Laddie.

He'll watch with a huge smile on his face as you play games and buy carnival snacks with Laddie.

He's the piggy back king. He doesn't need an excuse to carry his partner around on his back.

He'll also carry you upright sitting on his shoulders when you're feeling ambitious.

It always works cause he's a thigh man. Sometimes you convince him to carry you with Laddie sitting on your shoulders like a totem pole when your out on the boardwalk.

He's not one to engage in conversations first, but he's a great listener.

There isn't a single word that comes out of your mouth that he isn't noting down in his memory. Make an off comment about a thing you like, he'll gift it to you. Complain about a minor inconvenience, he'll fix it. Mention you've always wanted to try something in passing, it's your next date night.

Loves it when you play with his hair. He'll purposely sit in front of you in hopes you'll just absent mindedly start running your fingers through it. All you have to do is pat your lap, and he'll lay his head in it for hair play.

Will go feral if he sees you in thigh highs. Doesn't matter if they're lace, fish nets, or cotton socks it drives him nuts. You wear them specifically to get him hot and it works every single time.

While he's the more dominant one in the bedroom, he loves it when you're on top.

🌿 Paul 🌿

Music lover

Will make his partner mix tapes.

Can play the guitar and loves to sing to you.

If you also play an instrument, he will wanna jam with you.

Most handsy, so expect a lot of PDA

When walking, he's the boyfriend with his arm around his partner's shoulders at all times.

When you're on the boardwalk together, he likes to stand behind you with his arms around you. Pulling your back against his chest as close as he can. He'll hold your hands from behind, usually with your arms crossed, sway in place, and place kisses to your forehead and cheeks. There's no doubt to anyone watching that you are his.

Picks all the best movies to watch, just ends up making out with you throughout the whole thing anyway.

Leather kink.

His favorite place to focus on is your midriff. He'll stroke, kiss, and nibble every spot while enjoying you wriggling under him. Bonus points if your ticklish.

🪶 Marko 🪶

Animal lover

Will convince you to take every animal you like home only for one of the boys to tell you to take it back. Star will let you keep them though.

Guard dog energy

Will pick fights with anyone for your honor, whether you need it or not.

He's an artist. Can paint, wood carve, and sow. Once you join the boys and become a vamp, the jacket they gift you was sewn by him.

Loves styling your hair. Doesn't matter what you ask him. Dye it? He'll do it. Cut it, absolutely. Just brush it, he'll get every tangle out.

He'll do your makeup for you too.

Will paint on your naked body. It's not even a sex thing, he just likes the challenge of trying to paint on you while squirming. (Although it's incredibly arousing to him too)

Even though the vamps sleep upside down, Marko will take naps with his head tucked snuggling in your chest. It's not only cause he's a breast man, but he loves hearing the beat of your heart. It makes it even better when the rhythm speeds up when he mumbles affirmations of love to you.

He loves you in baggy clothing, especially if it's his clothing. The hottest look for him is to have you walk around in an old baggy jacket with nothing underneath.

✨️ Star ✨️

Occult af. Will do tarot card readings.

Like David, she's a people watcher but when dating her attention is only on you.

She watches you like you're the only person in the world.

Cuddle bug!

Loves to walk around with her arm hooked around yours.

She's truly the rock everyone needs. Ready to give out the best comfort when you're feeling sad.

Borrows your clothes; especially coats, jackets, and baggy hoodies.

Will wear anything that smells like you.

Calls you pet names in Spanish.

Doesn't wear nail polish, but she'll paint yours.

Will make the two of you matching jewelry to wear.

Won't ever admit it to the others, but she loves marking her partner in hickeys. Any spot of exposed skin is free real estate when you're kissing to suck a bruise into.

Will use candle wax when intimate.

Finally got around to making a headcanon list for the lost boys! Please let me know if you got any more ideas you think I missed or just tell me your thoughts on what I came up with.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #david tlb #david the lost boys #dwayne tlb #dwayne the lost boys #paul tlb #paul the lost boys #marko tlb #marko the lost boys #star tlb #star the lost boys #tlb headcanons #my headcanons #headcanon #hc #dating headcanons #share your thoughts

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visionarymode · 8 months

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Acknowledgement

✧ warnings: smut, language, 18+

✧ pairing: roman reigns x female reader

✧ word count: 2,397

“Y-yes my tribal chief.” Paul fearfully stuttered as he got up in a hurry and left the room as he obeyed the tribal chief’s orders. Roman let out an annoyed and impatient sigh as he glared at Paul with those piercing evil eyes. The screen transitioned into the crowd as AJ Styles’ entrance music hit with the bell ringing to indicate the start of a new match segment. was sitting at the mini table backstage as she just finished watching Roman on TV in his backstage segment for the night. She loved watching him in character because he was so damn brilliant at what he does. There was truly no one like him. Not to mention his incredible dedication and sexy execution of his character…the tribal chief. Roman was the perfect man but my god, something about the tribal chief just made her want to jump through the screen and as he always says, acknowledge him, in many different explicit ways she could imagine. She sat there as her sexual frustration built up not being able to forget that segment or his fine self. you know what? She thought to herself. She grabbed her phone and got up to walk down the hallway. She was about to send him a text before she abruptly bumped into someone.

“Oh my god I’m so sorry-“ she stopped to notice who it was. Paul Heyman.

“Someone’s eager to get to her destination.” he joked as he crossed his arms raising his eyebrow. Oh, he has no idea…

“I just tend to walk fast Paul that’s all!” she giggled as she crossed her arms as well. “Is he still in his locker room?” she questioned as if he’d know the answer.

“Yes he is. he has some free time before our next segment in about half an hour.” he patted my shoulder as he continued to walk past her.

“Thank you Wiseman!” she called out jokingly. She continued her walk until she stopped to read what was in front of the door to her right. Roman Reigns. finally.

She left two quick little knocks on the door before opening it to see him lying up comfortably on the black leather couch scrolling through his phone. He looked up and immediately put his phone down as he flashed his pearly whites smiling in response to her presence.

“Hey baby.” he greeted her as he got up from the couch.

She locked the door behind her and she started walking towards him to embrace him. He picked her up as she wrapped her arms around his neck and legs around his waist. She giggled as she broke away to look at him. He looked so fucking sexy. When did he not though? His hair was slicked back in his usual bun, and his thick salt and pepper beard glistened from the oil he put on it to make it shine. He was wearing his 1000 days t-shirt with his track jacket over it zipped down.

“What?” he chucked.

“Nothing you just look so…fucking…sexy.” she paused after each word to peck his lips.

“Yeah?” he seductively mumbled against her lips trying to slide his tongue into her mouth. She granted access as she sucked on it. she broke the kiss for a split second to respond.

“Yeah…”

“You’re so…fucking….beautiful.” He mimicked her actions pausing after each word to leave sloppy kisses on each side of her neck.

“Mmm I was watching your backstage segment and I don’t know. Something about the tribal chief makes me so horny…” she whispered in his ear.

“Ahhh I see. You wanted to pay the tribal chief a visit huh?” he asked as he moved his hands from her waist down to her ass and grabbed a handful.

“I just wanted to stop by & acknowledge you properly…”

He lifted his face from her neck to look at her and smirked. Before she had a chance to say anything else, he sat her down on the leather couch. He leaned in to lift her chin and kissed her slowly and passionately. He rubbed her thighs up & down without breaking eye contact as he licked his lips admiring how beautiful she was.

She could feel her panties get more and more damp with each motion of his hands.

“The tribal chief really appreciates you putting time aside for him.” he professed.

His rubbing turned into massages as he slowly moved his way up to her thighs spreading them slowly apart.

“Oh does he now?” she asked playfully, but was screaming on the inside as her breath hitched in her throat.

He left sloppy kisses all over her inner thighs before he stopped abruptly and noticed how wet she already was.

“Mmm look at you…” he muttered under his breath as he swiftly ran two fingers down her panties.

“I haven’t even touched you yet…” he stopped mid-sentence to run his tongue over her damp panties.

“…and you’re already dripping wet for daddy.” His eyes remained on hers as he grabbed her panties with his teeth & slowly ripped them off of her. If she could, she could cum right this second.

“Tell me how much…” he spread her folds apart as she felt his breath on her wet pussy.

“…you acknowledge me.”

“I acknow-“ Before she could finish her sentence she gasped as she felt his thick tongue swirl over her clit.

“What was that baby?” he mumbled as he lapped his tongue up and down steadily yet slowly as he stared her down. She let out a moan that couldn’t be prevented and that was his cue to cover her mouth with his hand as the other pulled her right thigh over his shoulder to pull her closer. She managed to moan louder than before despite his hand being over her mouth as he ate her out like it was his last meal on earth. She suddenly felt him pull away which caused her to drop her jaw as she panted in frustration.

“Wh- why’d you sto-“

“Shhhh. Who told you you could question the tribal chief huh?” he glared at her not to the point where she felt hurt but to the point where she was heavily turned on. She shook her head as she understood what he was doing. he wasn’t gonna break character. damn, he’s so good.

“Or are you gonna be a good girl and do what daddy says?” he asked raising his eyebrows. She nodded her head eagerly so he could just put his mouth back on her needy and aching pussy. He set her thigh back down on the couch as he pulled his shirt over his head exposing his chiseled and tanned body. His tattoos on his pec & right arm were in full view as she bit her lip yearning for him. He grabbed her hand to pull her upwards in a seated position inches away from his face. He rolled up the shirt and stuffed it in her mouth.

“Since you can’t control yourself this is what we gon' have to do huh?”

Their eyes stayed locked for what felt like an eternity before he gently grabbed her by the throat and pushed her back on the couch.

“Now be a good girl and let daddy eat his pussy.” He dragged her legs towards him in the quickest motion and folded her so her knees were touching her shoulders. He kept his eyes on her as he let a long drop of spit slowly fall into her pussy. She was holding onto the back of her knees whimpering into the shirt that was stuffed into her mouth just moments ago so he could work on her. He used two of his fingers to spread the saliva along her entrance before he slowly slipped those same two fingers inside of her. They both moaned in unison as she was falling apart from pure pleasure. He started pumping his fingers in and out at a faster pace. Her muffled moans were growing louder and practically matched the same speed of his fingers. He licked her clit before he started sucking on it as she was on the verge of her climax.

“Look at your pretty pussy soaking for me. you gon’ cum baby?” he asked licking his lips as he continued to finger fuck her. Her eyes were shut and her head fell back on the head of the couch as she struggled to form any words. He removed his shirt from her mouth and questioned her again.

“Speak up baby. what’s my name?”

“Ro-roman…” she was seconds away from releasing as she felt his fingers slow down the pace and tease their removal from inside her.

“Nah…try that shit again.” he softly demanded. Then the lightbulb popped in her head.

“my- my tribal chief…oh fuuuuuuuck…” she cried out as she came all up in his face as he sucked and licked every ounce of her juices making sure there wasn’t a drop left. That earth-shattering orgasm made her moan so loud that he had to bring his hand back up to clasp her mouth while he cleaned her up with his tongue. She was panting heavily as he lifted his face from in between her thighs licking his wet lips with the biggest smirk on his face. His beard was glistening but this time it wasn’t from the beard oil, it was from her.

“Mmm there you go baby.” he praised as he winked at her. this majestic motherfucker. holy shit.

“Now…” he started to say as he wiped her leftover cum off the corners of his mouth and sucked it off his thumb. He got up from the floor and took a seat next to her. He spread open his legs and rested his arms on opposite sides of the couch.

“Your turn baby.” he winked while flashing his smug grin.

She felt like she needed a breather after he just completely wore her out. She expected to come in here and finally pleasure him first for a change but he was never one to not pleasure his girl first. It was always his main priority whenever they got intimate. Making her cum before she could return the favor for daddy.

She slid off the couch and got on her knees struggling to make eye contact because of how flushed and nervous she felt not only by his presence but by that insane fucking orgasm. His sweats and boxers slid off together as his long, hard, and pretty dick sprung up ready to be devoured. She felt her inner thighs getting hot once again as she prepared to take him all in & pleasure the fuck out of the tribal chief. He cupped her jaw as she was forced to meet his gaze.

“Now be a good girl. open that pretty mouth and acknowledge me,” he ordered in a low voice. She quickly obeyed and started slowly stroking his shaft with one hand. Her tongue met his tip with a slow lick before swirling around it savoring his pre cum as he let out a low groan from her captivating eye contact.

“Mmm say it…”

“I acknowledge you, daddy,” she whispered before wrapping her lips around his tip and putting as much of him in her mouth as she could. She kept her eyes on him while sucking as his mouth slightly fell open with his head falling back. He was holding up her hair with his right hand in a slightly tight grip but she didn’t even care. She loved that he was in this vulnerable state as she had all the control to make him completely convulse and let go in her mouth.

“Fuck baby just like that…take daddy’s dick like the good girl you are…” he struggled to finish his sentence as he groaned in pure satisfaction.

She studied him as he let out shaky pants while his left arm gripped the back arm of the couch so tight that his knuckles were turned white. She liked seeing him completely fall apart slipping out of character due to her mouth driving him completely fucking insane. Her mouth & tongue quickened the pace as she moaned around his length. He struggled to stay still and bucked his hips forward wanting her to take it all. His dick was so thick and big that she started gagging because of the struggle to fit it all in her mouth…but she didn’t give a fuck. She was enjoying this. She was enjoying fulfilling the tribal chief’s desires.

“fuuuuck I’m cumming baby…” he groaned as she felt him getting close with tears prickling in her eyes from gagging on his dick. He gently pulled her hair back to take her off him and he let out a low moan as her tongue flicked on his tip once again. He quickly came down from his high to recover and immediately channeled his dominance.

“Open that pretty mouth for me baby girl,” he ordered as he jerked himself with his left hand.

She obeyed as she opened her mouth & stuck out her tongue keeping her eyes locked with his. He hummed and licked his lips and came all on her tongue as it dropped to the back of her throat. Droplets of his cum landed on her chest as they started swirling down to her breasts. He smirked at the sight of his mess all over his princess.

“Swallow for daddy…” he instructed in a deep whisper.

She obeyed swallowing every last drop of his seed. He wiped the leftovers on the corner of her mouth with his thumb and grazed it over her lips.

“Say it,” he whispered slowly sticking his thumb in her mouth not taking his eyes off hers as she sucked it off and removed her mouth from his touch with a final slow lick.

“I acknowledge you…my tribal chief,” she responded with a raspy voice. He gestured for her to come sit on his lap with the flick of his finger. She was face to face with her man as he pressed his tongue flat on her chest licking up what was left of her neck and leaving soft kisses. He cupped her face as their lips were inches away before he praised her with the words she melted for once again.

“Mhm. that’s my good girl.”

---- thank you for reading! this is the first fanfic i’ve written so i hope y'all liked it :)

you can read more of my fics here ❤️‍🔥

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#wwe #roman reigns #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns x oc #roman reigns x female reader #roman reigns smut #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #head of the table #the tribal chief #roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x y/n

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jordanelemus · 11 days

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ybc musical costume in-depth analysis! 💥🎸🎱

hi! I'm jordan, the costume designer (and also an actor and co-writer) of "the young blood chronicles" musical! i posted this on instagram, but i thought it might be cool to post it here too!

my initial role in “the young blood chronicles” musical was costume design, which, as a fashion enthusiast, i was incredibly excited about. i spent about a month curating a huge pinterest board collection and creating individual moodboards. the show takes place in 2013, but i wanted to take inspiration from both pre and post-hiatus fall out boy looks! here’s an in-depth look :’)

patrick’s main inspo was his “soul punk” era, which lives distinctly in the hiatus. i wanted something that would remind us that years had passed since the last time the band had made music together; something cool and trendy, but a little too dressed up for a long day in the studio. even when not onstage, ybc patrick is performing. clothes can give you power and he knows that. the yellow sunglasses were our way of getting around patrick’s glowing yellow eyes from the music videos, but i really love how it makes it seem like he has a mask on. it makes the end of “miss missing you” even more heartbreaking.

pete’s main inspo came from both his early clandestine drops as well as his more androgynous looks (both pre & post-hiatus). pete really cares about fashion, but he still has a chill la vibe. 2013 pete could often veer more edgy, but i chose to move in a different direction in order to better distinguish pete and patrick’s styles. unless you’re a vixen or patrick, you don’t get a leather jacket! sorry pete! to me, pete’s fashion has always felt so current while still being forward-thinking. ybc pete’s outfit could be from 2006 or 2024 and that was very purposeful!

andy’s looks are mostly pulled from more recent years, but band tees never go out of style. the mesh top under the tee alludes to his tattoos, which make up the extent of his stage looks these days since he typically does shows without a shirt on. celia had this mesh top in her closet and i love the colors on her (it’s the only source of color in the heaven outfits!). andy’s outfit is maybe the simplest of the four on paper, but i think it’s sick. it’s laid back, but super specific and grounded. it makes me want to start wearing basketball shorts.

joe’s looks are pulled from both pre-hiatus and early post-hiatus looks! striped sweaters & cargo pants are things he’s worn before, so i'm lucky i had them in my closet (especially since i wasn’t originally joe!). joe, especially in recent years, really likes wearing dark colors onstage, but, similar to how i avoided leather jackets for pete, i wanted to very clearly differentiate the boys from the vixens. any black piece of clothing on any of the boys had to be broken up with a design or pattern. no all black outfits! sorry joe!

the goal with the heaven outfits was to make the exact same outfits in all white. i wanted the exact same silhouettes as before. i’d say we were pretty successful! we got really lucky when it came to finding these costume pieces.

my vixens! these costumes were a lot more nebulous throughout the process. many of the costume pieces came from the actors’ own wardrobes. it was really important to me that each vixen had her own distinct style. baylee’s vixen (whom she named blair) has a more feminine style, her main costume piece being a lacy leotard. she's sweet with an edge. ava’s vixen is second-in-command & her outfit really screams that. the lingerie top is so killer. alexa’s vixen is almost a mix of baylee’s & ava’s in terms of style. the outfit is sweet, but edgy with the ripped tights & lingerie-style top. lauren’s vixen is a little more utilitarian, actually dressed in a way that makes sense for kidnapping four people. she’s more sporty than the others, but her combat boots are incredibly threatening. hbic is all that and more. her outfit is simple, but powerful. she is terrifying.

tiffany had to feel a bit like an outsider. she’s wearing the vixen clothes, but her jacket has some color on it. it’s a little too big on her. the other vixens really live in & embody their clothes, but for tiffany, it's a bit more like a costume.

here’s how i describe the angels: 1) the hottest girls at the ren faire & 2) like that picture of the angel guiding the two kids that every latine family has in their house. they almost feel out of place; so incredibly fluid in a show that is mostly made up of harsh lines. texture and layers were really the name of the game here, but the angels still have an edge to them. to quote fob: “…angels choking on their halos, get them drunk on rose water. see how dirty i can get them, pullin' out their fragile teeth & clip their tiny wings.”

+ i made pete’s bass machete and tiffany’s/joe’s guitar axe! i don’t have much to say about them, but i loved getting to utilize my cosplay foam skills.

this was my first time ever costuming a show and it was such a dream. the entire cast was so willing to experiment with me and it was such a joy to revisit aspects of 2013 fashion, which i remember from my preteen years, but never got to truly participate in! :’)

- jordan <3

ig: @/jordanelemus

photos: @/cararittner on ig!

#ybc musical #young blood chronicles #fall out boy #save rock and roll #musicals #musical theater #patrick stump #pete wentz #andy hurley #joe trohman #i love fall out boy literally so much #ybc #costume design #theatre #fob

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Some more stuff to add onto Till's new performance outfit:

Based on these previous glimpses, it's safe to assume that most people expected a more punk-rock style for Till's new outfit. Even in his default performance costume, signs of rebellious spunk are present in the graffiti that he spray paints onto his shirt and his lack of shoes. For someone dressed like that since his debut, surely his new outfit should be equally as scrappy. A black leather jacket befitting a rockstar seems like a perfect fit together with his fingerless gloves, and in most fanarts before this point he wears exactly that. Because the Till that we know is brash, unapologetic, and doesn't give up. Surely his blood is running hot for this round! Maybe he's angry, maybe he's determined to win, but regardless his outfit should be a reflection of that right? Strong, rough, and rebellious.

Yet the Till we get in actuality is so incredibly subdued. There's no black leather jacket, no cool accessories, not even his signature guitar. Even his hair has grown out to reflect his more muted disposition. It's as if he can't even take care of himself. In this frame he bears more resemblance to a robot than the Till known and loved by the audience. It's odd to see him stand so still and lifeless. His clothes seem more like funeral attire, plain and unremarkable in a fashion that past Till would have despised.

Most of all, his face is dropped down into an expression of defeat. The normally sharp and angular lines of his character design make way for softer, drooping shapes. This change is most evident in his eyes, which are usually the most striking part of his face. Till's eyes have lost their edge, and the composition of this shot seems to emphasize a loss of color as well. All of these changes in appearance transform Till into a character that isn't even recognizable at first glance. It's as if he's a shell of his former self, and instead of exploding outward in the way he seemed likely to do, Till has instead burned out.

#what did they do to him... im torn between him being upset over mizi or upset over something the aliens did to him beforehand #alnst #alien stage #alien stage till #alnst till #alien stage round 6

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evillemons · 22 days

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JUNGKOOK’S IDEAL TYPE (JK pt. 1)

~ a manifestation of his ideal girlfriend. Continuation into part 2 and part 3. Masterlist here.

• Jungkook’s ideal type has been the hardest for me to imagine out of all the members. He is such a curious and adventurous person and seems to lack a level of certainty in his life.

• Because I can envision Jungkook with completely dichotomous types, I’m going to approach his section a little differently than the other members. Here are the two possibilities:

The bad bitch

• ABG vibes. Sexy, mischievous, and a little naughty.

• Appears intimidating on the outside (like JK) and probably also has an intimidating personality (not like JK) (looks like they could kill you, would kill you).

• A little impulsive and a high sensation-seeker.

• May come across as cold to most people, but would show vulnerability around the people she trusts.

• The creative type. They might’ve met during a dance class or photoshoot.

• MBTI: ISFP. Adventurous, artistic, bold, and expressive.

• Her and JK would have a lot in common in terms of their styles and interests, but she would be more brazen and opinionated.

• He’s probably a little intimidated by her but finds her incredibly sexy and alluring at the same time.

• Her style consists of casual streetwear that’s a little edgy, and a love for tattoos and piercings (very Gen Z).

• Leather jackets, cargo pants, chunky boots, cropped t-shirts.

• Potentially a little androgynous looking with her slim figure and dark, baggy clothes.

The good girl

• A good-natured, smart, kind woman.

• Sweet inside and out (looks like a cinnamon roll, is a cinnamon roll).

• While not necessarily a “career woman” like Namjoon's girlfriend, she might have a more traditional 9-5 life.

• She would be very mature and maybe a little older than him.

• He would admire her wisdom and life experiences (like the way he does with RM).

• Generally confident, self-sufficient, and knows how to take care of herself.

• Someone who is friendly and easy to talk to, but not overly loud or extroverted.

• MBTI: ISFJ or ESFJ. Ambiverted, friendly, respectful, caring, and trustworthy.

• They would likely meet by chance during a normal outing or through a mutual friend.

• Feminine and petite. Maybe also elegant and well put together.

• Big, sparkly doe eyes to match his own.

• In the office she would dress modestly and professionally, but would like to wear sundresses on the weekends.

Other notes:

• Like Yoongi, Jungkook is attracted to many different types of people and wouldn’t discriminate based on Race/Ethnicity. Being the youngest, he is quite well traveled and unbiased.

• Sexual orientation wouldn’t matter too much either, but I can see him being a little jealous or insecure if she has dated women or a lot of other men in the past.

• He definitely seems to be attracted to women with some sort of sex appeal. Not too audacious in their sexuality, but not too cute or innocent either.

• He is shockingly independent, and while he would want to feel like he can take care of her, he wouldn’t want someone who is overly needy or lacks self-sufficiency.

• Equally as competitive, perfectionistic, and hardworking as him.

• I do think she would be somewhat athletic or fit, as working out seems to be a priority in his life.

• Even though I can see JK being rather experienced in casual sex, I don’t think he would take choosing a partner lightly. When it comes to a relationship, he would be very picky and want something that is real, loyal would allow him to learn and grow.

#bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bts jk

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seattlesellie · 9 months

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what clothes do u think modern ellie would wear? like in summer & in winter??

omg unfortunately i’m a firm believer of the ellie williams has terrible personal style and knows nothing about fashion agenda :( i think her wardrobe would consist of v basic clothes … that being said, for some reason they look incredible on her cos u know, she’s hot. for summer— a bunch of big band t shirts, short khakis (<3), funky button ups (u know the one’s with the random shapes… those), baseball caps (wears them backwards and joel tells her she looks like an absolute fool 😭), onlyyyy wears sneakers and never sandals and such… ‘n if she’s going to the beach she’s wearing a little triangle black bikini with some trunks as her bottoms !! winter wardrobe consists of big hoodies (that u take from her n that smell like laundry and playdough), bunch of old jackets she stole from joel, puffer coats 🥺 and she looks like a little muffin wearing em!!, and beanies and scarfs cos her nose gets so red ☹️ <3333

n she shops at target or just gets all her shit from topman or like h&m 😭 i dont think she thrifts like only if you take her. && literally doesn’t understand any trend to ever exists. but owns doc martens and a leather jacket and lowkey thinks she looks hot. n she does.

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀

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Grenade

PAIRING: toxic!mark x afab reader (ft hyuck)

WORD COUNT: 3.1K

SUMMARY: he's the worst person for you but you keep coming back to him, night after night, desperately hoping that he will love you back after more time spent in your arms

THANK YOU: sorry to @strwbrysunday who I definitely broke with this :) ilyyyyyy

WARNINGS: explicit smut, weed smoking, profanity, emotional manipulation, heavy angst, mark is not a very nice guy in this (sorry)

PLAYLIST: Grenade by Bruno Mars, Love on the Floor by NCT 127, Faster by NCT 127, 2 Baddies by NCT 127

This was very much inspired by a Love on the Floor fancam, particularly minute 3:20. Enjoy.

Tell the devil I say hey when you get back to where you're from

It’s raining softly and big droplets are falling off the awning of his front step as you furiously send another text to this asshole who better not have fallen asleep in the five minutes it took you to drive over. You look up to the leaking sky just as a particularly large droplet hits your forehead, dripping down your eyebrow and into your eye. He told you not to knock, as he always did, because he thinks Johnny looked at you a little too long that one time he answered the door before Mark could run down the stairs. You might not be his but that didn’t mean someone else could have you.

The door suddenly swings open and he’s standing there, baggy black sweatpants hanging low and a crisp white tee hanging perfectly on his broad shoulders. He has a smug smile on his face as he leans against the door jam, sleeve riding up on his arm to show his nearly completed half sleeve of dark ink. His shirt peaks up too, showing skin on his hip and the Supreme logo at the band of his boxers.

“I’m getting soaked out here, bitch,” you mumble as you push past him harshly, stepping out of your shoes and hanging your jacket on the hook you always use. There’s something weirdly domestic about draping it over Mark’s leather jacket he wears when he takes his motorcycle to work.

He rolls his eyes at you and ruffles the longer black strands of hair in his eyes before turning without another look at you to walk up the stairs. He takes two at a time and you get the first (but not last of tonight) look at the reason you’re here - his deliciously thick ass.

He flops down on his bed and is scrolling through his phone, head propped up against his headboard and one leg up on his thin comforter. His shirt is hiked up on his waist and his tight ab muscles are on display as he draws lazy circles over his stomach with his other hand.

Turning away from him, you drop your hands to your waist, pulling your oversized hoodie over your head, leaving you standing in your leggings and cotton bralette. You move some stuff on his desk to put your bag down, taking a swig from your water bottle before approaching the bed slowly. The door is cracked open, another habit you’ve noticed from him in the times you’ve visited the house. He liked to have an audience, if only to just hear Jaehyun comment how good you look naked later or witness the awkward moment when you locked eyes with a nervous Jeno as he used their shared bathroom in the hallway while Mark pounds into you in doggy style.

If someone had told you six months ago that you would be desperately driving over to spend the night with the rude but incredibly hot cashier at your local gas station, you would have laughed in their face. You first met when he had helped you with the finicky air pump for your tires one afternoon after work, bending down to unscrew the caps and giving you an unreal view of his tight pants. The band of his boxers rose up high on his slim waist and his round ass cheeks were prominent under the denim, straining at the plush muscle. You had felt your cheeks heat in the moment, a loud gulp building in your throat as you forced yourself to look elsewhere.

He had let you take the gum you were buying for free and grabbed your phone when you reached under the plexiglass, adding himself as “M” and handing it back with a devious smirk.

Later that night you were moaning his name loudly in the backseat of your car after he asked you to pick him up from a bar downtown. You knew you were done for when he shoved his slender fingers, covered in your own arousal, into your mouth, swirling them around and almost making you gag as he brushed the roof of your mouth with the pads of his fingertips. Yeah, this guy was going to be a really big problem.

Everything was on Mark’s terms, especially when it came to getting off. Edging was his middle name and he rarely let you have multiple orgasms in one night. He was rough, dragging you down to your knees by the back of your neck, kneading your skin harshly as he pushed his cock deeper into your mouth.

He especially tortured you when it came to touching your favorite part of his body. He knew you were obsessed with his full and perky ass, feeling your eyes on him every time he walked away from you. Sometimes he would even walk backwards with a huge grin on his face and a shake of his head.

On the rare occasion he would be relentlessly railing into you in missionary, you would feel your hands instinctively come up to grope him and he would pin your arms down, harshly grunting out, “Only good girls get rewarded with cake.”

Tonight is nothing different, he’s actively ignoring you with just a hand on your thigh, dangerously close to the crotch of the thin athletic fabric clinging to your legs. He’s tracing what feels to be an infinity symbol and you can feel goosebumps start to prick up on your arms. You chalk it up to being shirtless in the cool, stale air of his bedroom rather than any sort of physical (emotional? fuck.) response to his touch.

You take a long drag from your dab pen before tossing it on the table next to the bed, feeling him shift as he finally sets his phone down.

Without any words he leans over, mouthing at your bare shoulder before stretching his arm out to steal a hit from your pen and letting it carelessly drop to the floor. You sigh and push your hand aggressively into his sweats, finding him half hard and a damp spot on the front of the material covering his cock. So he was horny. Of course he was.

He continues to kiss down your neck, dragging his teeth against the thin strap of your bra, moving it out of the way to kiss underneath. You moan lightly at this, pushing your voice to make a little more noise than it naturally did for effect, refusing to let him have the satisfaction of hearing the sounds he actually produced from his touches.

He doesn’t kiss you on the lips much anymore, despite having made out with you for hours at a time when you had first started hooking up. Granted, there isn’t much of an opportunity for you to lock lips with him as his fingers are usually shoved in your mouth as his other hand slaps your exposed pussy or his full palm covering the lower half of your face, restricting your breathing.

A few minutes later he’s between your legs, mercilessly flicking his tongue against your embarrassingly wet folds, gripping your thighs tightly while you rut against his face, desperate for more friction.

You don’t know if it’s the rain or the fact that he definitely bought the same body wash you have in your shower and you can smell it radiating off him, but you want to kiss him so bad even as he’s going to town on your clit, almost as if he’s trying to overstimulate you before you’ve even had a chance to feel him inside you. You rip him up by his hair and drag his face to meet yours and he’s crawling eagerly over you, crowding you as he slips a knee between your spread legs.

“Yes?” he half groans, half sings in a low timbre, dark eyes darting between yours wildly, looking for an explanation to why you stopped him from eating you out.

“Stop edging me,” you state bluntly, sliding a hand down to cover his ass cheek, squeezing gently at first as you instinctively arch your back slightly and bring your lips closer to him.

“Aw, that’s cute, you think you deserve a kiss,” he replies back in a cruel tone, almost laughing at your desperation.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart,” he adds, firmly removing your hand from his bare skin and trapping it between your chests where you’re sure he can feel your heart beating fast under your breast.

Despite everything and because of everything, you find yourself irrevocably in love with him. You hate every fibre of his being but would do anything to have him hold you in his arms tenderly like the couples you see wrapped in a back hug on the subway. You would pay any amount of money to have him circle his thumbs over the hem of your t-shirt, digging his chin into your shoulder while reading your book over your shoulder and murmuring parts of sentences out loud.

He knows this, he’s not stupid. He sees the way you look at him after you come all over his hand or mouth or cock. He sees the way you look at him when you think he’s not paying attention, eyes dragging across his features before settling on his big brown eyes. He watches as your eyes drift to fantasies of the two of you together on the off chance you share a meal or drink in his kitchen. You instinctively clear his cereal bowl and take the crumpled napkin directly from his hand, letting your hand drag up his bicep as you walk to the trash can.

Because of this, he will leave you on read for days at a time, knowing you are losing your mind and only checks your Instagram story from a burner account because he knows you check that shit religiously. He knows that hearing you moan out his name and clench around his achingly hard cock once he finally hits you up will make it all worth it.

He doesn’t want a relationship, he never has, and truly believes he never will. The scars on his knees and the way his eyes glaze over when he’s super high tell so much more than he could ever say out loud. Commitment was never in the cards for him and he knew from the first time he saw you that you would fall for him easily. It’s why he had quickly put his number in your phone and called you later that night for a ride he didn’t actually need. He had trapped you from that very first moment and spent each day since then manipulating you into falling more and more in love with him.

It was cruel and your friends that knew your dirty secret chastised you about it frequently, but something about his dark hair, lean muscles and dark ink covering large swaths of his body kept you coming back for more. The way he never says your name during sex, despite you moaning every variation of his, combined with his terrible after care are all the biggest red flags you’ve ever seen, but you can’t stop.

You’ve seen glimpses of the softer side of him, the human side of him. His voice would pitch up when he got excited about an expensive car parked in the street or when his favorite Spongebob episode queued up next on his small laptop monitor you were sharing. One time a small kitten was hidden under the hood of a car in the parking lot of the gas station in the dead of winter and while he never admitted it, you know he took it home that night to help it warm up before letting Jaemin pick it up a few days later to take to his apartment with his growing cat family.

Then there’s the moments of confusion that help feed your delusional fantasies that the two of you could actually work. He will occasionally show up at your work, shamelessly flirting with the front office lady, moving her pen cup around her desk and twirling the cord of her desk phone around his long and slender finger while leaning down to speak in a loud whisper.

Once he showed up wearing a white tank top you swear you recognized as Johnny’s and his leather jacket had slipped off his shoulders and everyone was ogling him as they walked by. You marched to the front and barked his name to get him to follow you back to your cubicle where he leant seductively against your desk, crossing his arms across his broad chest.

“What’s wrong? Jealous, sweetheart?” he purrs under his breath as you sat down on your uncomfortable desk chair with an eye roll. You shuffle a couple papers and bang them aggressively against your desk before holding your hand out for the binder clip he was fiddling with, clamping it repeatedly on his fingertip.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” came Hyuck’s voice loudly from the next cubicle over, causing Mark to cackle, feign a look of fear and clutch his chest dramatically.

“Donghyuck,” you hiss, eyes darting to your boss’s open office door, her eyes peering inquisitively at the loud laughter.

“This is a place of work, where you know, people with jobs work,” Hyuck continues, tapping loudly on his keyboard on a blank document that you know isn’t actually a work assignment.

“Mark, you should go,” you say quietly, feeling embarrassed at how your cheeks are heating at the interaction. You can feel Hyuck’s gaze on your back and don’t need to turn around to know how disappointed he is.

You move to stand before a hand is on your shoulder, pushing you gently back into your chair. Mark places his other hand on the arm of your chair, caging you in as he brushes his knee against yours to step between them. He dips down, pushing your long hair from the side of your face and brushes his lips gently right at the corner of your eye, moving his lips to your ears to speak softly to you.

“You know he wants to fuck the shit out of you, right?” he teases, letting his teeth graze against the shell of your ear, eliciting a quiet whimper from your lips.

“I bet he wouldn’t even satisfy you though, my little whore likes to be bruised up when the night is over,” he continues, hand moving achingly slow to your lap and toying with the hem of your short dress. At this moment you desperately wish you had worn pants today but your heart is pounding so hard you can barely focus.

You gulp loudly, wanting to scold him for making a scene in your office, but your mouth is bone dry. Hyuck clears his throat loudly from behind you, the typing on his computer having stopped completely and you know he is sitting wide-eyed staring at the two of you.

“Maybe a nice boy like that is what you really want though,” he finished, hand getting dangerously close to your soaked underwear before he’s suddenly leaning back against your cubicle again and you’re left with laboured breathing and a red face.

“See ya, Hyuckie,” he sings before turning on his heel, tossing his leather jacket over his shoulder, putting an extra bounce in his steps knowing everyone’s eyes (and especially yours) are watching his ass jiggle with each movement.

“I fucking hate that guy,” Hyuck mutters under his breath as you turn to give him a look, shaking your head with a deadpan look on your face. Hyuck’s face is flushed and when he stands to move to the copy machine, you swear you can see him half-hard in his pants.

“Yeah, you and me both,” you mutter under your breath as you return to your computer, seeing a message in the corner of your screen from your noisiest coworker, asking if Mark is single. You fire off that he’s not available, and definitely not to date them before pushing away from your desk angrily and practically stomping to the coffee machine in the back of the office.

You loudly manoeuvre the machine, inserting your favorite roast and preparing your cup with sugar and a little creamer. Your core is still throbbing and you try to think of anything that will distract you from the filthy thoughts flying through your mind, images of Mark pushing you up against the shelves of the supply closet with rolls of paper towels crashing down around you as he pounds into you.

You’re pulled back to the present as he suddenly slides into you without warning, not having heard him pull away from you at the edge of the bed to slide on a condom or remove his clothes.

He towers over you for a moment before dropping to his elbows in a smooth motion, arching his back to thrust up into you, gripping the small of your back to lift your ass off the bed, his hips colliding with yours with each thrust.

You feel your eyes roll back at the feeling of him pounding into your g spot and can’t help the incoherent ramblings that tumble from your now chapped lips. You drop your tongue down to wet them, accidentally making eye contact with him as you do. The look in his eyes shifts briefly as you feel yourself clench around his cock, rolling your hips as a particularly whiny moan erupts in your throat.

Before you can move again, he dips down, capturing your lips in his, causing your breath to catch in your chest in surprise. You barely have a chance to close your eyes and notice his eyes are wide open as he kisses you, a blank look held there, without an ounce of intimacy or lust.

You pull your eyes shut at this severe red flag as you angle your head to deepen the kiss, reaching up to brush your fingertips against the buzzed hair at the back of his head. He lets your tongue push into his mouth and warmly caress his while he grips your ass, leaving handprints. You know this moment won’t last and you know it will be weeks before his lips even brush yours again so you try to burn the feeling into your memory.

The push and pull, the struggle for power and the upper hand - it’s something you dread but equally something you crave. You’ve found something dangerous and evil in Mark Lee and you’re playing with fire every moment you open your legs and heart to him. But you can’t stop yourself and he knows that you would do anything for him at this point. He has you right where he wants you and you willingly let him take every shred of dignity you once had. You’re a desperate, horny, moth drawn to the flame.

That is, if the flame drove a souped up two seater and had a bubble butt.

#nct smut #nct x reader #nct fanfic #mark lee smut #mark lee x reader #mark lee fanfic #toxic mark lee #serenity toxic series?!#nct scenarios #mark lee ass

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81buttons · 1 month

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´Like a date ?’ Part 2

Part 1 , Part 2 (this one) , Part 3

House md!James Wilson x reader

summary: when House invites Wilson's crush on a date for revenge or when Wilson falls madly in love with a member of House's team

TW: House being house, mention of failed marriages and divorce, some house’s jokes and for this story I don’t mention the presence of Cameron, the reader being the main female character in the House team.

(ok I definitely imagine Izzie as my character physically, but that's just a suggestion)

Remember:

Y/n : Your Name

Y/F : Your Family name

h/c : your Hair Color

sorry for the grammar mistakes, enjoy!

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30 minutes.

30 freaking minutes since you had been waiting for him.

When House unexpectedly suggested going out tonight with you this morning, you were surprised; it really wasn't his style, so you became cautious.

Why on earth would House want to go out with you tonight?

He then mentioned needing company for the event he had to attend, claiming it was mandatory—a lame excuse that you obviously didn't buy.

"But isn't Wilson available tonight?"

You knew their duo was inseparable under normal circumstances, so for Wilson to refuse to accompany him seemed suspicious.

"He's busy tonight... Well, listen, if you really don't want to come..."

He played the victim card, portraying poor House who had no friends to accompany him tonight.

...And you fell right into it.

"No, no, I never said I didn't want to come, I'm just trying to gather information and-"

"Alright, tonight at my place at 7:30, don't be late" he suddenly said, his vitality restored, then swiftly left the office without giving me a chance to finish my sentence.

That's how you found yourself on a Friday night at 8:05, desperately waiting for your boss outside his house.

Leaning against your car, you checked your watch for the hundredth time.

Since you didn't even have time to ask, you didn't know what to wear. Monster Trucks... How does one dress for such an event?

You ended up choosing a simple black jeans, a long-sleeved top of the same color with a V-neck, and a dark brown leather jacket to keep warm. Your hair was down and starting to tangle in the wind.

8:10

Did House stand you up? No, he's cynical, sarcastic, and his humor isn't for everyone, but House isn't mean.

What if this was a bad joke? You quickly dismissed that thought.

House just needed someone for tonight, that's all.

Still, you wondered why your oncology doctor couldn't accompany him; it wasn't like him to leave a friend alone. But who were you to know how he is?

8:14, if House didn't show up by 8:20, you were definitely leaving.

Anyway, you were curious about where Wilson was spending his evening.

House mentioned he was busy; it must be something important. A date? But with whom?

As far as you knew, alias what House told you (of course, with no innuendos), the doctor wasn't seeing anyone at the moment—not that you cared, but it was surprising.

But as your boss said, Wilson excels at many things but has no luck with relationships.

You sighed in frustration, 8:16, four more minutes and you were gone.

Do you enjoy Wilson's company? Yes.

Do you find him cute? Yes.

Have you had a secret crush on him since the first day you saw him? Yes.

Do you struggle to understand how such an incredible and kind man could be alone? Yes.

But were you going to do anything about it? No.

You appreciate Wilson, sure, you wanted more than just colleagues, but as stubborn and confident as you are, you didn't have the strength and courage to ask him out.

Wilson was the head of the oncology department and a renowned doctor in the hospital whom everyone liked. He liked you too, but not in the same way.

Even though House keeps teasing you with remarks and innuendos, deep down, you knew Wilson clearly wasn't interested in you, and it wasn't worth ruining a friendship between colleagues over a simple date.

8:18, you were going to kill House if he didn't come out of that apartment.

Just as you were about to leave, grabbing your car keys, you heard a door lock and saw House stepping out of his apartment.

"50 minutes!" you exclaimed.

"It's been 50 minutes since I've been waiting for you. I don't think you realize how rude it is to keep someone waiting for so long. I mean, have you seen the ti-"

"Get in the back," he said, pulling out a keychain.

Still shocked and angry, you didn't understand what he was getting at.

"Excuse me?"

Beep beep.

A motorcycle, please tell me this is a joke, you think.

"We're not really going on a motorcycle, are we?"

"Why not? Do you have a problem with my baby? Don't worry; there's no way you're driving it."

"But, I mean, your leg, how?"

He rolled his eyes.

"Are you coming or not? We're already late."

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You dismounted from the motorcycle and waited for him to take his cane out of its case before leaving.

"So, this is where it happens," you began, looking at numerous trucks of all colors with strange paintings in front of you, they were huge and some were completely destroyed.

Well, you didn't have to be a genius to understand that you knew nothing about all this, but you made an effort for House; he had invited you, after all.

"yes, the sacred temple of Monster Trucks!" House replied cheerfully.

You rarely saw him so happy.

"Let's go then! We have a meeting in 5 minutes in front of the cotton candy stand."

"A meeting? But we're already here, and the show starts in at least 15/20 minutes..."

House turned towards you, a playful and mischievous smile on his face, a sign that he was proud of his move.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that we're not alone tonight?" he said with a voice that pretended to be innocent.

You blinked twice, not quite sure you understood everything.

"Oops, I can be really absent-minded sometimes," he added, putting a hand over his mouth. He started to head towards the entrance.

"W-wait," you tried to catch up with him.

"I don't understand, does that mean you invited me from the start, saying you were alone when in reality you weren't?"

"Uh, yes."

"But why, I mean why invite me and who are these people, do I know them? House, I'm warning you, if you're getting me into some shady plan..."

He stopped and turned towards you.

"I invited you because I'm in love with you."

You stopped talking for two seconds, looking at him, his serious gaze fixed on you.

"Cut the shit House."

He rolled his eyes.

"Normally, this is supposed to work and shut you up longer, darn it."

"Do I at least know these people, House?"

He sighed, continuing to walk and putting on his 'Monster Truck' cap.

"You'll see, come on, let's move."

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Wilson's POV:

I had been waiting there with Ben for 30 minutes. House was, of course, late as usual.

I glanced at my watch one last time and sighed in despair.

I looked at my friend next to me, devouring a hot dog; at least he didn't seem to be complaining.

I wondered if House had really invited someone tonight, and if so, who on earth would have accepted to come with him on a Friday night at the last minute?

I made a mental list of names, but I couldn't think of anyone capable of coming to see Monster Trucks in the company of House.

Had he paid someone, an actor... no, that wasn't House's style... was it?

Suddenly, I finally saw him coming from afar, but I didn't see anyone next to him.

When I spotted a silhouette I knew all too well.

"Wow, who's the babe next to House?" Ben whistled beside me.

I shot him a cold look that he didn't notice, too busy looking at the young woman in front of us: Y/n.

House, I'm going to kill you...

They approached us, and I finally saw her face. She looked slightly surprised to see me at first, but quickly caught herself and gave me a warm smile.

God, her smile...

She was very beautiful, with her leather jacket and black jeans that accentuated but not too much her curves. Her h/c hair cascaded down her shoulders, framing her face perfectly.

To say she wasn't a 'babe,' to quote Ben, would be a lie.

She was beautiful, young, and elegant. But it wasn't just for these reasons that I had a crush on her for the past 4 months.

She's also an excellent doctor, always very serious, ready to help her patients. Working for House requires patience, which she has, in addition to being one of the kindest and sweetest person I've ever met.

She never complains about work; she's one of the few people who can stand up to House and not let herself be pushed around. And her perfume...

Well, yes, I was falling for her, a little bit…

"Wilson, as promised, my guest for tonight," House began proudly.

"I think you already know Doctor Y/F, don't you?" he continued, giving me a look full of innuendos and challenge.

I was going to kill him...

"Um, yes, of course, good evening, Doctor Y/F," I said, stepping closer to shake her hand.

She approached, shook my hand, and replied, "Good evening. You know, you can call me Y/n outside of work," she said, smiling timidly, her h/c strands falling slightly on the sides of her face.

My god...

"And Y/n, this is Patrick, Wilson's friend," House continued, nodding towards Ben.

"In fact, it's B-"

"Anyway, shouldn't we get going?" House cut in, taking another sip of his soda.

I stopped listening to him; I was looking at Y/n in front of me. She seemed to be observing the surrounding buildings. She was so beautiful, but she seemed not to even realize it, as if she didn't mean to drive me crazy with every little gesture.

Suddenly, she turned her face and looked at me. She saw that I was admiring her.

I didn't even look away; I stared right into her eyes, and her cheeks blushed slightly.

We stared at each other like that for a few seconds before House, with a mischievous smile, looked between us and said:

"Alright, let's go people”

The evening was going to be long, very long, and complicated...

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Alright my honey pops, I've managed to find a solution. After my desperate message yesterday, I started thinking, and I decided to divide this story into 3 parts. It seems simpler and better to me because otherwise, part 2 would have been too long. Plus, it gives me a bit more time to finish the 3rd part. So, I'll keep a bit of suspense 🫢… Anyway, thank you for all the support; I don't think you realize how much it can help an author gain confidence. I hope you enjoyed it!!

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kelcemenow · 1 year

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Touchdown - Chapter 7.

Pairing Travis Kelce x Reader

Words 3777

Warnings It's a bigger chapter this time but I wanted to get everything in! There's alcohol and strong language and the flirting is going to 100.

CHAPTER 6.

CHAPTER 7.

“You look incredible!” Jess sang through the phone. You had called her on FaceTime to catch her up with everything that had happened. She was mid-way through cooking a meal and wiped her hands on her apron quickly before picking up the phone and making her way to the sofa, “Will, come and see how hot Y/N looks!”

Will was Jess’s boyfriend. They had been dating for around a year and he spent quite a lot of time at your place. He was roughly the same height has Jess, but with a heavier frame. He was a published author and would often come in handy to proof-read your articles.

“You look simply delightful, Y/N!” He appeared on the screen, his rounded glasses perched on his nose whilst he read.

“Keep it in your pants, Will!” Jess jokingly quipped.

You had picked out a pair of black, figure hugging, leather trousers which made your legs look around 6 feet long. A bright pink bandeau top clung to your skin and the colour matched your strapped stilettos perfectly. You had kept your hair simple, styling it in gentle but defined waves and full of shine. You danced your way to your suitcase to try and locate some lipstick options.

“Your makeup looks fire as well!”

Your eyelids were sparkling with a shimmering silver eyeshadow a slick black eyeliner that extended out to make your eyes look bigger. You had groomed your brows to perfection and your skin was glowing.

“Thank you honey, I’m just trying to find a lipstick.” Your hand was out of sight on the screen as you dug through your makeup bag.

Jess gasped, “No! Don’t wear lipstick, you don’t want Travis getting it all over his face!” She laughed and you heard Will cheer in the background.

“Now now, I am a professional! There will be no funny business on this trip and I will keep myself poised and classy.” You left a pause as you picked up a pink toned nude lipstick before throwing it over your head and onto the bed, “Or not!” You let out a loud laugh when there was a knock on your hotel room door, “Oh, that’ll be Hannah, I have to go. I promise I’ll take photos, I’ll take videos, I’ll post Instagram stories, all that good stuff…”

“And tell me everything in the morning!” Jess shouted.

“Of course, bye honey!”

“Have fuuuuun!” You heard Jess say just before you hung up, taking a white, oversized jacket out of the closet on your way to the door.

Hannah was dressed in an olive-green strapped mini-dress which complimented her long, blonde hair perfectly. It was slicked back into a high ponytail and her petite stature was elevated by some tan laced up heels.

“You look sick!” You exclaimed.

Hannah spun around and flicked her ponytail behind her shoulder, “As do you! Man, we look hot!”

You both giggled as you quickly grabbed your hotel key card and closed the door behind you.

Hannah had managed to find out where Travis and the rest of the team would be hanging out after the game and had swiftly booked an Uber, giving you just enough time to get ready. After a short car journey, you were standing outside of The Aura. The outside was unassuming but once you had stepped in, you were greeted with floral decorations and greenery lining the walls and ceiling. Two men were stood at a door, one was holding a clipboard and the other was closely observing a small group of people just behind you.

“Good evening, ladies. Can I take your names please?” The first man said.

“Hannah Charlton and Y/N.” Hannah replied.

The man glanced down the list attached to the clipboard. He looked up and smiled, stepping back to open the door. “Enjoy yourselves.”

The lights hit your face immediately as you made your way further inside and the once muffled music swelled louder and louder. The room was slightly smoky and the botanic theming continued throughout. It was relatively busy for a Sunday and it seemed that every table was taken with people scattered everywhere. Waiters were moving swiftly past you with trays laden with elaborately decorated cocktails and food, the scent surrounding you.

You were scanning your eyes across the blur when Hannah leaned in to you, “Come on, let’s get a drink.”

You nodded as she told hold of your hand and led you towards the bar. You managed to find a space and secured the attention of a young, clean-shaven man behind the bar; he acknowledged your presence whilst he finished making a drink before coming to take your order.

“Two Mojito’s, please.”

He smiled and proceeded to make the cocktails. You were looking down the bar, watching other patrons when you heard a familiar laugh and a distinctive American accent.

“Well, I owe Travis 20 bucks!”

Glancing over your shoulder, you saw Patrick Mahomes clutching at his stomach. You furrowed your brows as you turned around, “Sorry?”

“He was so damn sure you’d come tonight, but I said you probably had better things to do than hang around with his sorry ass.” Patrick came closer and signalled to the bar server.

“Oh, he said that, did he?” You smiled to Hannah.

“Oh, yeah. He said you wouldn’t be able to resist.” His curls were free from the restrictions of his helmet and were bouncing against his forehead. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt with grey jeans, casual but classic. He reached to the bar where there had been an ice bucket full of champagne left for him. He gestured towards your cocktails. “Hey, put these on my tab, man.”

“Thank you, Patrick, we really appreciate it.” You handed Hannah her drink and took a sip of your own.

Patrick held out an arm and motioned towards an area of the club that was roped off, “Follow me, ladies.”

You shot Hannah a smile and followed the quarterback as the red rope was pulled aside for him. Grey upholstered circular booths lined the walls to the left and right, with a slightly larger one directly in the middle. As you got closer, you could see Travis enthusiastically chatting to the people sat around him.

“Hey, Trav. Turns out you were right, man.” Patrick stepped aside slightly and you flashed everyone a smile before finally focusing on Travis.

He paused for a second, then his mouth dropped open to a huge grin. He stood up and made his way closer. His tongue was pressed into his cheek and he was rubbing his hands together, as if he was almost nervous. You stayed still and let him come to you, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, showing off the curve in your hips. His eyes traced down your body and your thighs tightened at his stare. Hannah was already at the table being introduced to everyone by Patrick when Travis' cologne filled your nostrils.

"You just couldn't stay away, huh?" He raised an eyebrow. His voice was soft and deep, with a slight growl that excited you.

You licked your bottom lip and held the eye contact, "Turns out I had some free time." A slight shrug of your shoulders made Travis laugh.

"Honestly, I can't work you out." His rubbed the side of his neck.

"And you hate that, right?" You tipped your head to one side, "You always have to win."

His scent was rich and intoxicating as he came closer, "You can drop the act now, okay? I know you're interested; you wouldn't be here if you weren't."

"Who said I wasn't interested? I just like seeing you work hard."

He let out a loud laugh, "Did you not see me today?" He held his hands up, "As soon as I knew you were watching, I upped my game, man!"

You left a silence as he waited for your response.

His arm snaked around your waist and his fingers lightly brushed your ass. He leaned in towards your face and his lips were almost touching your ear, "Are you saying that you weren't turned on watching me?"

Your skin tingled and you felt a shiver at this touch. You looked down for a moment before whispering slowly to him, "You're being very rude and not introducing me to your friends."

Travis quickly moved his hand down and gripped your ass before stepping back and leading you to the table. He introduced you to the various teammates that were scattered around the table, some of which you recognised.

"You're that reporter, right?" George Karlaftis lifted his glass towards you and smiled warmly as you sat down next to him.

"Well, sort of. I work for The NFL Show on ITV, I do research and social media stuff with Hannah."

He took a sip of his drink and nodded, "That's awesome, man. So, you're a football fan?"

You felt several pairs of eyes on you and you shot a glance towards Hannah, who was smiling. You shuffled awkwardly in your seat as you searched for an answer, "I have to stay as impartial as I can."

"Good answer, I like it!" Patrick nudged Travis as he took a seat opposite you.

"Y/N is one of our newest and most valued recruits on the channel. We're hoping she sticks around for a long time." Hannah smiled and sipped her drink.

"Well, I think other people are hoping for that too." Another player, JuJu Smith-Schuster shot a glance to you before turning to Travis.

You smirked as you waited for Travis' response.

"Alright, man. This ain’t high school." He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, awkwardly.

You leaned back into the backrest of the booth and crossed your arms, "Then why are you blushing like a teenager with a crush?"

The table erupted into laughter and JuJu stood up, slapping Travis on his back, "Hey, dude! She got you, man, she got you good!"

Travis laughed along and grabbed JuJu's arm, "I think I need a drink, get your ass to the bar, now!"

The pair disappeared into the crowd to the sound of laughter when Patrick leaned slightly across the table.

"You're under his skin, that's for sure."

You shrugged your shoulders and picked up your drink, batting your eyelashes, "Who me?"

Patrick leaned back in his seat and laughed as you glanced around the table. You caught Hannah's eye as she was chatting excitedly with Brittany, Patrick's wife.

"Toilet?" You mouthed the words and tipped your head away from the table.

Hannah nodded and turned her head back to Brittany, smiling at her as she stood up and reached out for your hand. You followed the pair through a corridor and as the music became quieter, you arrived at a large restroom with stalls lining one wall opposite a long line of sinks and mirrors. Brittany immediately pulled you in for a hug once you were through the door.

"I loved that! You girl, are something!"

Hannah laughed as she entered one of the stalls, her voice echoing around the room, "Y/N is quickly becoming my favourite person!"

You giggled at Brittany as she turned to the mirror to fix her long, blonde hair, "Trav is usually so confident and he has this attitude of being the main man, you know." She scrunched her nose up, "Don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But he can be an asshole!" She laughed, "But he's like a puppy dog around you!"

"To be perfectly honest, I am quite enjoying myself." You lifted your head to check your make up in the mirror.

The sound of the toilet flushing rang out as Hannah appeared between you both, "So, am I! Although, I can't help feeling you two need some alone time?"

"What?"

"You sure we're not cramping your style?" Brittany raised an eyebrow and put her arm around your shoulder.

You sighed, "You guys are crazy! We're here for a good night, to celebrate the guys' win. That's all I'm here for."

Brittany blew a raspberry and playfully nudged you towards the door, "Party pooper."

You laughed loudly as you made your way out of the bathroom, followed by Hannah and Brittany. You glanced an eye over to the table to see the group chatting enthusiastically. Travis looked distracted though, not focused on the conversation. His hands were fidgeting and his eyes darting around the room. You couldn’t help but wonder if he was looking for you. Your thoughts were interrupted by Brittany placing her hand on your arm.

"Another drink, honey?"

You smiled, "Yes please, thank you!"

"You Brits are so polite, you're too cute!" She squeezed you close for a hug and smiled as she disappeared to the bar. Hannah moved in front of you.

"Okay, we need to talk strategy."

You looked at her, questioning her words.

"Y/N, he's leaving tomorrow night. If you want anything to happen, it needs to be tonight."

The thought hadn't even crossed your mind, you had been immersed in the atmosphere and swept up with everything that was going on, you had completely forgotten that Travis would soon be on a plane heading over 4,000 miles away. You barely knew him, but you were drawn to him. You couldn’t deny the feelings you had, the butterflies that took up residence in your stomach whenever you saw him, but something was stopping you. Was it the idea of the long distance? Was it something about him, his lifestyle, his career?

Hannah widened her eyes and clicked her fingers in front of your face, "Umm, hello?"

"Sorry, I was just thinking." You shook your head gently, "Look, I've already said, I just want to have fun tonight. If anything happens, that's great. But I'm not looking for anything serious."

"Well, that's perfect! You've got one night, enjoy yourself!" She turned her head towards the table and started singing along to the music with her arms in the air, dancing her way back to the others. Just as you were about to follow her, Brittany reappeared with your drinks. You looked down at the tray to see two cocktails and two shots. "Shots?"

"I thought you might be a tequila girl like me?" Brittany smiled as she picked up one of the glasses.

You winked as you picked up the other, "You read my mind!"

She squealed before joining you in knocking the sharp liquid back in one go. You hissed through your teeth as you felt it work its way down your throat. Brittany quickly handed you your drink as she took hold of your other hand, leading you back to the table. Through the mass of people, Travis' eyes landed on you and he almost looked relived. Your lips curled at the edges to a small smile and you glanced around the table for somewhere to sit. Brittany had already squeezed next to Patrick and everyone else seemed to be chatting in smalls groups with each other. You looked towards Travis who was half listening to JuJu and spotted the space on the end of the booth next to him.

"Room for a small one?"

His eyes quickly traced your body and you felt goosebumps even though the room was almost too warm. He angled his body towards you as you slowly slid into the seat. You misjudged however, and spilt some of your drink onto your forearm, the cool liquid dripping down onto your leg.

"Someone's clumsy." Travis laughed.

Placing your drink onto the table, your eyes searched for a napkin, "Just a bit."

"Here, I got it." Travis locked eyes with you as he grabbed his napkin from under his drink and carefully patted your skin dry. You smiled and glanced down at your leg and he followed your eyes down, "Honestly, I'd prefer to lick that off." His voice low and gruff in your ear.

You let out a shriek of laughter and your head flew back, "Mr Kelce!"

He smiled, “I know I told you not the call me that, but I kinda like it.”

You could feel your cheeks burning, so you turned away, which only made Travis move in closer. The heat from his body warmed over your arm and you shuffled slightly in your seat.

“I was surprised you didn’t reply to my email.”

You turned towards him, but not facing him directly, “Do you send that email to every woman that interviews you?”

He looked down and laughed slightly, “Just the ones who make me smile.”

You pressed your lips together in an attempt to stifle your laugh.

He looked up at you through his eyebrows, “What?”

“That’s such a line!” You laughed loudly, getting some looks of amusement from the group, “Come on, be real with me!”

Travis gave you a big smile and cleared his throat before pausing briefly, “Okay, man. You got me. I like you, alright?”

His sudden honesty made him seem almost vulnerable, inexperienced somehow, as if this was not the usual type of exchanges that he was used to having with women. You waited silently as he continued.

“When I talked to you on the phone, man, I didn’t wanna hang up. And then today, in the corridor, I just wanted to know who you were. I didn’t think for a second you were the same person. You have an awesome personality and energy; I’m drawn to you. I like you, you’re funny and interesting…and so hot.” His eyes glittered as he spoke but was barely making eye contact.

You left a pause after he spoke, letting his words really sink in. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” You giggled and nudged into his chest with your shoulder.

Travis raised his eyes to meet your gaze and moistened his lips, “Yeah, it was actually. You…make me nervous.”

Another loud laugh escaped your mouth, “Me? That’s ridiculous.”

His hand rested on your thigh, fingers brushing back and forth leaving tingles in their wake. “I don’t know what it is, but when I see you…fuck...baby…” His eyes rolled back.

His words made you melt and you giggled again, leaning into his chest and breathing in his scent. You craned your neck to make eye contact, his gaze staring deep into yours. Your breathing felt heavy as Travis leaned closer to you, his eyes flickering down to your parted lips. Suddenly, you were blinded by camera flashes through the crowd. You squinted and turned towards the source of the lights, noticing paparazzi attempting to push past security. Patrick and the rest of the guys played up to the cameras, with Travis joining in. You sat back and watched, witnessing the commotion when two large security guards intervened at the VIP entrance and ushered the photographers away.

“I don’t know how you do it. It’s so invasive.”

Travis took a sip from his drink, “I don’t know how they got in here, man.” He turned towards the group, “I feel like dancing.”

“You always feel like dancing!” Patrick laughed.

Travis gave your thigh a squeeze, “Wanna dance?”

You pressed your lips together into a smile, “I can’t think of anything else I’d rather do.”

“Oh, I can.” Travis’ eye’s creased into a smile, giving you wink as he stood up and took your hand. You rolled your eyes and followed him towards the dance floor.

“You don’t know what you’ve let yourself in for, girl!” George’s voice called out as you headed away from the table.

The music was thumping from the speakers, you could feel it in your chest. As you were walking, Travis was already moving his body in time with the beat, his hips swaying wildly. You dipped your head and laughed when he spun around to face you with a huge smile on his face. Your cheeks were aching from grinning as he lowered his hands to your waist and pulled you in closer. You locked eyes with him and matched his rhythm, watching as he sang the lyrics back to you. You placed both hands on his toned chest and slid them downwards as your hips moved from side to side. His eyebrows shot upwards and his top teeth clamped down on his bottom lip. As you rose, you spun around so that he could get a good view of your ass, leather stretched over the curves. He playfully pulled you in towards him so your back was pressed into his chest and you ground into him, hearing a groan in your right ear. You felt him pick up the pace and his hips bucked forward slightly. You slowly turned around and placed an arm around the back of his neck, gently scratching at his skin. Something changed in his eyes as he pulled you back in, his large strong arms tight around you. He leaned forward and placed his lips near your ear.

“Fancy getting out of here?”

Your eyes widened as you opened your mouth to speak, but you didn’t know what to say.

Travis grasped at your hand, “Come on.”

Before you could think, you were moving through the dancefloor crowd and back towards the table. Hannah waved as you approached the group and Brittany smiled, holding out another shot of tequila.

“I got you another, honey!”

“Aww, thank you!” You knocked the shot back, the familiar warmth running down your throat and you gritted your teeth.

“We’re going to bounce, man.” Travis held his hand out to Patrick as he stood up, the pair pulling each other into a hug. You could see that they were closely exchanging words but you couldn’t hear over the music.

Hannah quickly got to her feet and rushed to your side. “Are you sure about this?”

You laughed back to her, “You’ve changed your tune!”

“I know, I know. I just want to make sure you’re okay?”

Brittany appeared behind Hannah, dancing slightly to the music. You grabbed your bag and coat from the booth, feeling Hannah’s eyes on you, “Babe, I’m fine! We’re really getting on, I like him, he seems nice.” You shrugged your shoulders.

Brittany’s head briskly nodded, “He just told Pat that he really likes you.”

Your eyes widened as you looked at Brittany, “Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I couldn’t just keep that information to myself! It’s funny though, Trav doesn’t usually say much about this sort of thing so early.”

You turned back to Hannah, your lips pressing into a smile.

Hannah squeaked with excitement and pulled you in for a firm hug, “Okay, have fun. Message me when you’re back to the hotel.”

“I will.”

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sadnightforus · 8 months

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HARD TO LOVE (KHJ)

ex!hongjoong x gn!ex reader

SYNOPSIS: It’s been months, exactly 7 at that. And every time that Hongjoong shows up vulnerable at your doorstep, drunk and vulnerable, you let him back in for another night.

WORD COUNT: 3.2K

WARNINGS: beware of the substance usage like alcohol, cigarettes and all that, distant behavior from hongjoong, full on angst emotional angst (think about how exes feel), a little cuss word that is avoidable.

PART OF HEARTBREAK STATION

A/N: this is legitimately my favorite song. I will not shut up about it. I hope I do this song justice with this fic (even though I might not be satisfied)

SONG USED: HARD TO LOVE BY ONE.

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It’s 2 in the morning and yet, you’re unable to sleep.

Your mind keeps racing, you don’t really know why. But you’re restless as you keep tossing and turning in the comfort of your own bed. You have an important day ahead but you feel uneasy and you can’t always count sheep or think of something that relaxes you to put you into a dreamland. Damn you and the seasonal insomnia.

You try your hardest to not touch your phone as you’ve been cutting contacts from social media and spend more time in real life, to remind yourself that life outside is beautiful too.

Who are you really kidding? You just can’t let yourself type his username into the search bar and stalk him again.

You know that your relationship with him was not an ideal love story at all. Even your friends tell you so, something they do when they sense that you’re thinking about him.

You first met him at the club, kissed and lost touch with one another and the only thing you both remembered each other by was the steamy kiss you both shared and the names that sounded like a mantra the more you said it. The unexpected reunion at your favorite coffee shop that eventually led to him asking you out and becoming lovers but soon enough, it’s damaging your own mental health more than anything.

It’s what you’ve been trying to tell yourself.

You hear a loud knock on the door and the rhythm is almost sloppy, not very steady and sober like. You were worried that the poor door might’ve been broken down until you realize that your place itself has thin walls and anything within 7 feet away can be heard loud and clear.

You’re sure that it might be Hongjoong, the man you thought about earlier but you didn’t want to be wrong. You quickly get out of bed, searching for something sharp enough to use as a weapon in case it’s an intruder.

Another knock makes a loud and invasive noise against the door, this time with a much faster rhythm. A slurred whine can be heard and this time you put down your weapon.

“Can you open the door, please?”

It’s him, once again, drunk out of his mind and sound totally wrecked, unlike the guy you know who had his guards up and was tough.

You don’t want to, knowing that it’ll eventually fuel him to see you as his unofficial live-in guest who never goes home when he’s incredibly intoxicated. But you can’t help it as your legs already had a mind of its own and walked directly to the door, twisting the doorknob to let him in.

As you have expected, he is absolutely wasted. Totally hammered as he can barely stand up or walk straight without stumbling and almost tripping many times. You wonder how much he trip before making his way here because your place is on the 3rd floor. Someone might’ve dropped him here or he just significantly got even more drunk by the time he made it to your place.

“Sit down here, I’ll get some water for you.” You say, guiding him to your soft couch as you help him to seat himself down.

You take one look to fully observe him and tonight, he wears a long thin coat and only a black mask as an accessory. Way different from his usual style which consists of leather jacket and the black ripped skinny jeans pairing with some sharp earrings. He almost looks like a gentleman, the kind of man who you’ll introduce your family to after just 3 months of dating.

You open the fridge as you pour a glass of water, then grab the said glass and you tell him to drink up. Which he complies, gulping on the cold water that is relaxing in his throat. He puts the empty glass down as he fully lies on your couch, with you by his side, watching his every move like a hawk.

“I miss you.”

God, there he goes with his drunk shenanigans.

You bite your lips, containing yourself from saying out the things you might regret letting him know. It’s unfortunate that he tells you he needs you and every sweet things only when he’s drunk.

The thing is, Hongjoong really does love you. Just that he doesn’t know if you’re also aware of that or understand that completely.

You don’t know if he does, or is it just in a wave of moment that is easier to admit when you’ll wake up in the morning and forget it. But you surely also still love him. Somewhere deep down, you know that the attraction was never about the superficial qualities, but it was something that only both of you can feel. Something much deeper and unknown.

He’s afraid of how deep his feelings run for you too, which is why he kept on the tough act and kept his distance from you most of the time. But god, is he addicted to making bad choices. And is he so addicted to you and the love you gave that he keeps running to your place when he’s just way too drunk, for the sole purpose of finding his home and to be honest with you. The alcohol was his courage drink because he’d rather act like a complete asshole than opening his heart fully like this.

“It’s not hard to love you. But you’ll find it hard to love me. It’s also hard to love you when I can barely feel your love and I’m just like this… Gosh. I don’t know what I’m saying at all.”

It’s like a string of realization that has finally been broken inside of you. And for him, it’s like a scrabble of thoughts that has been scattered and repaired again as he begins speaking more.

He had never spoken this much at all, let alone with such sincerity that you were skeptical. Because the previous time, he would always tell you that he missed you and that he wanted to give it a try again but he’s scared of rejection and that he’s not stable enough for you.

It seems like tonight, he’ll be saying more than just few words or so.

“But I mean it, it’s not hard to love you when I’m sober but when I’m… I can’t feel it. I can’t really tell it.”

He’s slurring more words, like one of those new records that you bought with a shitty quality and half way into the playing time, it breaks down and starts scribbling into an indescribably odd sounding.

“I wanna look at you, hear you say all those things again.” He sighs, head is tilting and the body is slightly moving due to trying to balance and his eyes keep occasionally close due to his non-sober state.

“I don’t wanna be drunk like this anymore. I wanna keep looking at you but.. I can’t see anything clearly right now.”

There are tears, now forming in your eyes that are threatening to spill.

You know he’s being honest, even if his words don’t make sense in this state that he’s in right now. You can always tell that he really loves you, even if it was unconventional and almost in a non-traditional way. His love can be felt, not seen or heard.

That’s why you’ll always keep the doors open for him.

“I’m sorry. I know you probably hate me now. I didn’t treat you like you deserved to be treated.”

He can feel himself almost break down into tears as he finishes off with this bang of a statement.

He’s so fucked up, completely fucked up. He knows that, he is aware of how unstable he is since you both broke up but he doesn’t want you to know that.

Every night that he doesn’t show up at your door, he can’t sleep at his own place. He struggles with insomnia since you decided to part ways with him for good due to many differences and you feel like you both can’t offer each other things you crave for anymore. He understood that but he always selfishly tried to keep you around for longer, knowing that his lack of improvement will continue to worsen the relationship and now he just went down the rabbit hole that is hard to get out of.

Sleeping pills were the only thing that kept his mind from bursting. Too many of his late night thoughts were always about you and the ‘what ifs’ that he never got the chance to act on.

“I wanna change for you. I wanna try. But I have so many problems… but it’s not enough. So I’m sorry.”

“Hongjoong.” You command his attention. “I never asked you to be the perfect man, you know that.” You tell him, tears are now slowly falling from your eyes.

“But all I ever asked for is that we loved each other. I just wanted you to be yourself when we were together. I never wanted you to hold back on your feelings.”

Even if his side of story didn’t make sense to you at first, you really understand it as you remembered what he usually said when he’s this intoxicated and right now, you figured that he has a fear of real, deep intimacy because of his attachment. You observed him enough to know that he tends to get obsessive with certain things and hobbies and talking him out of it was no use, but you figured out it’s how he showed love. So you never understood why he never showed the same kind of behavior towards you too, up until now.

“You know I always asked myself, why did you push me away? Why did you never want to explore the depth of our relationship? Was it something I did? What had I done for you to be so afraid of opening it up to me? You’ve always been hot and cold. You were sweet and the most loving man for a minute but the next, you suddenly turned your back and became the coldest man I’ve known. It’s complicated.”

You let your tears fall. You’re not fully crying but if this drags on any longer then you might be.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbles, shaking his head while keeping it low. “I’m so fucked up, aren’t I?” He lifts his head a bit to look at it. Only then, did you notice that his eyes are a bit unfocused but all of this talk makes him more sober than before.

“I get attached way too quickly. I pushed you away because I’m so scared that history will repeat itself. But what I had told you before, it’s the truth.” He then continues.

“I told you before, I’ll die if I don’t have you in my life. You may brushed it off as a joke but it’s true. You’re the only person who I told most things in my mind to, even if it’s so little. I knew that you’re the only one I’d need to be in my life in that way from the first time I saw you. Not during the relationship, the breakup or now.”

You’re shocked by this statement.

You didn’t take your ex boyfriend to think of you like that. You didn’t think that you left a strong impression on him but apparently, he thinks of you otherwise as you’re left to let his words soak into your consciousness.

“I’m afraid of how deep my feelings run for you. Because there were people who told me it’s suffocating that I’m like this. I’m afraid that you’ll be like that too when you no longer need me, that you’ll be burdened by how intense my emotions are.”

He looks at you like you’re the only thing in his life that matters the most to him. And you are.

He just needs another chance to make it right.

“I know I’m being so fucking selfish by keeping you around but I just need you in my life.”

With that, he lets a few stray tears escape from his eyes. As he desperately tries to find something to hold onto to find the balance in the current emotional state he’s in, you mindlessly extend your arm for him. He does, gently caressing the soft skin of your palm with both of his hands.

If he had more mind and awareness, he’d never admit that and leave you to think to connect the dots on your own. You’re not stupid but sometimes, he’s just expressing his affection in the most puzzling way possible.

He misses his sobriety, he misses being with you.

“Since we broke up, I’ve never been sober. Whenever I was, I’d need to take sleeping pills to get me to sleep because I can’t stop thinking about you.” He confesses, not to seek your sympathy but he just wants to admit this and see how much the breakup has been hard on him too.

“Why would you do that to yourself?” You ask, tears now dried but the hurt is evident in your voice.

“Because you’re not around.”

You can see how broken he is, from the wavering tone in his voice.

His eyes, now shimmering with the dried unshed tears, beg for you to say what he wanted to hear. His own self built persona breaks especially in times where he has no control over his emotions, thoughts and speech or physical movement.

“Do you know why I always let you in whenever you’re drunk like this at my door? Because… I still love you.” You then sigh, take a look at his face as you had promised yourself nights and months before that it’ll be the last time you’ll ever let him in.

“But you know that we can’t always have things our way. I care about you a lot. I can feel your love for me. But it’s tiring that I have to chase after every tiny bit of your attention.”

You pause your speech, feeling your throat turning dry as you spend the time admiring the beauty that is your ex boyfriend.

Even if he is a mess, he’s truly the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. So beautiful that you don’t think any other man you’ve seen will come close to him. Many people would have agreed with you because he’s not only physically attractive but his demeanor is unique too.

He is unforgettable. Truly magnificent.

“Don’t hurt yourself because of me anymore. I don’t think I’m worth that much of a person that you need me as a survival person.”

Hongjoong’s heart grows heavier with this phrase that left your lips. It’s really his confirmation that he’s not welcomed back into your life in the way that he longs for anymore.

“No!” His outburst surprises you. “You’re worth everything!”

“You’re all I ever need.”

The last phrase was said with a whispery tone.

“Overtime, you won’t. You’ll meet someone who can love you and need you as much as you do with me. But I can’t be that person.”

His body grows colder at this moment as the heat of the alcohol intoxication mow wears off and it slowly seeps into his system. He slowly regrets saying all of that but he knows he needs the proper talk.

You both need closure.

And you both also need to move on and forget about each other.

You knew this for a long time but now, you make up your mind to really do it.

Everything from his speech, to his scent and actions really messes with your thoughts tonight. It’s ruining you because his desperation and needs for you runs deeper than just for sex, but for emotional and psychological fulfillment.

It’s why you kept letting the doors open.

You’re usually logical and you give chances too many times. You did that and now the confessions make you reconsider every move and thing you’ve said to him. You ask yourself if you still really meant what you said.

But you’re determined. Determined to not let yourself fall into this trap of his charms and neglect again. And no matter how much it hurts you because of the hidden love you have for him that will forever be buried deep there and would go unnoticed, you also have to let him go for your own good. You can’t handle this kind of love, if that’s the treatment you receive while being in a relationship.

You have too much pride and perhaps, self respect, to go back to him like that. You’re not gonna let history repeat itself.

Silence completely falls onto you both. He feels tired as the exhaustion from both the mental battle between his heart and his head and he lets go of your arm, silently stares at your now unattended palm.

It’ll be the last time he’ll see you.

He tries to savour the moment of your presence being so close to him a little bit more by fighting his sleepiness to look at you without saying a word.

He knows that deep down, he should’ve let you go a long time ago. He has been nothing but such a nuisance to you, yet you treat him with so much kindness and care that he took your actions for granted. Now that you draw the lines, he regrets for all of the time that he does this.

His intense gaze looks at you, drinking in you and your essence. It’ll really be the last time he gets to talk to you like this, or even have the privilege to say things to you if you both bump into each other on the streets. Or even have your house architects and rooms memorized by heart.

He’ll have to pretend that you never existed.

He can do that… he used to before knowing you. Now it’ll be a task for him to not have any thoughts involving you.

His eyelids become more droopy and he finally lets himself completely pass out on your couch. You don’t have a heart to tell him to go away; it’ll really be the last time that you’ll let him walk into his place freely as an uninvited guest.

“You’ll forget all of this in the morning.” You whisper, careful not to be too loud while looking at him. “I’ll never stop loving you. I never hate you. I can’t hate you even if I tried. You’ll be staying at the back of my mind every day for the rest of my life.” And you finish it off with a phrase before you get up quietly to go to your own room to sleep.

“I don’t hope that you know that, though. You’re hard to love when you’re like this, too.”

COPYRIGHTED BY SADNIGHTFORUS, 2023

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