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Professional (Peter Parker x reader)

Name: Professional

Requested: no :0

Warnings: Angst, blood (kinda), swearing (v little)

Plot: Reader is an assassin. While on a mission, Peter spots her aiming at an important figure and, in the heat of the moment, jumps in front of the bullet. Reader was trained to not care, but something changed inside her when she saw the hero crumble to the ground.

(A/N): this is my first fic I’ve posted on Tumblr ever. Gg. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! The writing is kinda iffy bc I wrote this hella late in the night lol but I hope you like it anyway!



Peter Parker was a smart boy.

It was a very well-known fact to everyone who knew him.

He just wasn’t very smart when it came to quick-thinking sometimes.

“Parker, you see her yet?” Tony asks from the comm his ear, causing Peter to flinch lightly. “She’s nearby, I’m just a few…” he trails off when rounding the corner, stopping when he saw her perched up on the building in front of him. She was loading her rifle. While he was frozen, staring at her in a strange mix of fear and wonder, he noticed she was young. “Mr. Stark, do you know how old she is?” He finally speaks up, climbing the building right beside the one she was perched on. “She’s about your age, that’s why we’re trying to get her to join us..don’t you dare try to woo the target-” “I’m not! I’m…she just looks my age! I thought-” Peter stopped talking when he saw her aim. Holy shit. He didn’t expect this to happen so quickly. “She’s aiming!” He whisper-yells into the comm, not taking his eyes off the girl. She squints one eye, taking her time as she did what she did best. “What?! But she’s not supposed to…” Peter wanted to listen, he really did. But his priority was shifted drastically to figuring out what to do. Her finger grazes the trigger, and just as she pulls, Peter jumps in front of the bullet. He felt a sharp pain in his side as he slid on the harsh concrete of the roof, stopping just on the edge beside the girl.

She was shocked. And, for the first time in her career, (Y/N) felt remorse. Her eyes shoot up to the crowd and her target as they all scream and run at the sound of gunfire. (Y/N) contemplated shooting again, but after hearing the harsh groan of the boy beside her, she grunts in frustration, tossing her rifle to the side.

She doesn’t know why, but she begins to rush to him, pressing on the wound and reaching for her medkit.

“You’ll be fine. Don’t be a baby” were her “comforting” words. Peter didn’t care. He was focused on both the pain and the fact that (Y/N) (L/N), a supposed ruthless assassin, was helping him. She reaches for his mask, pulling it up slightly. Peter protests weakly, earning a sigh from the (H/C) girl. “I won’t take it off. Just bite on it to help the pain” she explains. Peter nods. “Thanks” he managed. She only replies with a nod. Peter hears a voice through his ear piece again.

“Parker! Is everything under control?”
“Peter!”

Peter widens his eyes, pressing on the comm and quickly spluttering out a reply. “Uh…yeah! I was uh…hit? I got shot but it’s okay! She’s helping!” (Y/N) doesn’t acknowledge the comment, she only continues to work on his wound. Tony is audibly confused “She’s…helping you?” He asks. Peter glances at her, wincing loudly when she places a disinfectant on his wound. “Yeah! Yeah…” The older man hesitates, then sighs. “Okay, you get…that help” he exhales, defeated. “Just come back when you’re ready. And bring the girl, if you can” Peter lowers his arm, leaving himself in an awkward silence that was only broken when the assassin finally spoke up. “So…Peter Parker, huh?” She questions though it was more of a statement to the injured teen. He sighs. “Just…please, don’t tell anyone?” His question made (Y/N) chuckle. Peter furrows his brows, so she begins to explain. “Listen, I’ll keep your identity a secret if you wipe my history clean” she pulls back, signifying that she was done patching him up. “I’m helping you for this, so you gotta hear me out” Peter slowly sits up, groaning in pain but nodding anyway, eager for her to continue. “I don’t want this anymore. I mean, sure, the pay is good and all, but I don’t wanna be the villain anymore” the girl admits. Peter nods slowly. “Well, that’s actually why I’m here in the first place. Mr. Stark wanted you on our…um, organization?” (Y/N) raises an eyebrow. “Well, then yeah. Of course, I’ll join, before you even ask” she stands up, holding her hand out as a support for the weak boy. “Uh…great!” He responds, smiling awkwardly.

“Just don’t tell anybody else about this” (Y/N) adds. Peter looks down at her, brow raised.

 “I’m still a professional”


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On, Wisconsin! (Pt. 5 - FINALE)

Originally posted by machikono

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!Reader - some Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: It’s the last day of your trip with the boys, and because of the rain, you’re confined to the cabin as rainy day shenanigans pursue.

Warnings: language - fluff!!

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Woo, two fics in one day!! This series has been so much fun to write, and I really hope ya’ll have enjoyed it as much as I have. It really brings me back to going Up North on vacations and it’s just so cute. Thank ya’ll so much for reading, and don’t forget - requests/asks are open, so drop something for me!!

Part One // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four


Your eyelids are heavy as you’re dragged out of your deep slumber. Bucky’s light heartbeat gently drums beneath your fingertips. You blink through your groggy haze and raise your head. Bucky was still sleeping, but you were tucked against his side, one leg over his, as a soft snoring rose and fell from his mouth. A sleepy smile draws at the corners of your mouth as you snuggle back down, melting into the warmth of his body. He begins to stir from his sleep, bringing his arm from around you along with his other one above his head, stretching out his body and sighing a content breath. His arm wraps back around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his muscles rippling underneath his thin shirt.

“G’mornin’, doll,” he groggily mumbles, playing with a strand of your hair.

“Mornin’, Buck,” you drag your head up, pressing a light, feathery kiss on the side of his jaw. His eyes are still closed, but he smiles as a low, faint mix of a chuckle and a hum rumbles deep in his chest.

“Do we have to get up? Because I don’t know about you, but I’m pretty damn comfortable.”

“Yes, Buck, we do,” you laugh light-heartedly. You drag you body up, pushing against his chest to get into a comfortable sitting position. Lifting your arms above your head, you feel the muscles in your back and shoulders stretch, gradually washing away the remnants of sleep from your body. “C’mon, bud.” You pat his stomach then scoot to the edge of the bed, sliding off to stand on the cool floor. “I’ll get the coffee goin’.”

“M’kay, doll. I’ll just stay here,” Bucky mutters as he pulls the blankets back up to his chin, burying the side of his face in a pillow.

“Well, if you’re just gonna stay in bed all day, then I’ll just have to take Steve to today’s activity, and not you.” You saunter into the kitchen and hear the bed shift. Bucky appears by your side a few seconds later.

“What are we doin’ today?” He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re just gonna have to wait and find out,” you smirk at him. He huffs and presses a playful kiss to the top of your head.

“Always keepin’ me on my toes,” he laughs.

“What are you two up to now?” Steve walks into the kitchen, rubbing away the sleep from his eyes. “Did I just walk in on something I probably shouldn’t have?” There’s a sarcastic edge to his voice.

“Just tryin’ to get Y/N to tell me what she has planned for us,” Bucky turns to Steve, dropping his arm from your waist. He leans back against the counter. “But she won’t seem to budge.”

“Well, I sure hope that whatever you do have planned, it’s not going to be outside,” Steve yawns. “It’s supposed to be storming all day.”

“Please tell me you’re kidding,” you groan as you set down the container of coffee. “Well, there goes my plan.”

“Can you tell us what it is now?” Bucky pries. You sigh.

“I was going to take you guys go-karting at this really fun track, but they won’t be open if it’s raining.” Your shoulders slouch as you dump another scoop of coffee into the coffee maker. “Guess we’ll just have to think of something to do inside.”

“There’s a ton of board games,” Steve suggests. “Plus, we leave tomorrow and we still have a lot of food. We could…make a bunch of it and play games. It’ll just be a relaxing type of day.”

“You know, that doesn’t sound half-bad, Stevie,” Bucky nods. He looks at you. “What do ya think, doll?”

“It’s actually really not a bad idea. It does sound kinda fun,” you shrug. You look at the clock above the stove. It’s 9 a.m. “Why don’t you two find some games we could play, and I start looking for recipes to make.”

“I hope we have Uno,” Steve smiles as he walks out of the room. “I kick ass at Uno!”


Steve was right. You’ve played four rounds of Uno so far, and he’s one every single one. You were convinced he had to have some secret stash of cards, but a quick pat down ruled you wrong - guess the man is just an Uno God.

Halfway through the fifth round, the buzzer on the oven went off. You put your cards face-down on the floor and jump up to take the brownies out of the oven. While the boys were finding games, you had whipped up as many pancakes you possibly could with a full box of mix, brownies, an apple pie, and some cinnamon rolls. There were still a few bags of chips, a lot of fruit, and some granola bars, but you had no doubt that the boys wouldn’t be able to consume all of it, if not over the course of the rest of the day, then by tomorrow morning. You had saved some burger patties and other things for dinner and had already packed up enough snacks for the long car ride back to the airport, so basically anything was fair game. Once you had pulled out the brownies, you carried back out the plate of piled pancakes in one hand and syrup and a new cup of coffee in the other.

Steve and Bucky were distracted from the game by trying to throw pieces of trail mix into each other’s mouths.

“I have pancakes,” you smile, setting them down on the table next to you.

“Oh, hell yes,” Bucky snaps his attention towards you. A peanut hits him in the eye and he winces. “Dammit, Steve, what the hell? Even if I was looking at you, that still wouldn’t have been a good toss!”


About fifteen pancakes, half a tray of brownies, and nearly all the pie later, you and the boys had moved into the living room to watch some movies. Baking always took a lot out of you for some reason, and the idea of sleep began to dance around your conscience. Rain pattering on the roof created a sense of sleepy calm in you. Inglourious Basterds had just started, and you could already feel the weight of sleep pull down your eyelids. You were laying on one of the couches using Bucky’s thick thigh as a pillow, his hand entangled in your hair, rubbing soothing patterns into your scalp. Your body kept involuntarily jolting to try and keep you awake, but the last thing you remember is Christoph Waltz yelling out a phrase in French before the first scene transitioned into the next, then, all at once, everything disappeared.


A loud clap of thunder shook your body awake. You bolt straight up, the taste of sleep heavy in your mouth as you wipe away some drool from your lip.

“Hey there, darlin’,” Bucky smiles at you.

“Hey,” you groggily mumble. A few strands of hair were stuck to your face, and you pull them away, tucking them behind your ear. “What time is it?” You yawn, stretching your arms above your head and leaning back into the couch.

“A little after five,” Bucky looks at his phone. “Steve’s still out,” he nods to the couch across from you. Steve was half-on-half-off the couch, snoring loudly. His blanket had fallen off his body and sat in a crumpled pile on the ground next to him.

“How long was I out?” You blink away the remaining sleepy haze.

“Just a few hours,” Bucky wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you against him. “Are you hungry?” His breath tickles the outside of your ear.

“Kinda,” you sigh. The rain was pounding down on the roof. A flash of lightning lit up the sky above the lake outside the window and another clap of thunder followed. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry,” he laughs. “Let’s go get some food.”


Bucky managed to eat a full pizza and nearly half a bag of chips by himself, while you stuck to just a few slices and a more reasonable amount of chips. You were sitting in the sunroom on the futon, facing the windows. The rain streams off the roof in small waterfalls, and veiny bolts of light would once-in-a-while light up the cloudy, dark sky. The main source of light came from a small, old lamp on the side table next to you.

“You know,” you mutter, mindlessly playing with Bucky’s fingers. “I wonder how long they had that bet goin’ on.”

“Probably longer than we think,” he chuckles. “I’m sure Wanda had something to do with it. Maybe she sensed something in our minds.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it,” you laugh, looking up at him. He turns his head down to look back at you. His grey-blue eyes shine with something light and loving, making you smile. He presses a long kiss to your forehead. When he pulls away, you sneak a quick, smiley kiss to his lips.

“Alright kids, calm down, spare my poor, old heart,” Steve yawns as he walks down the steps, sitting on the edge of the futon. “Tony somehow managed to call. We have to head back earlier than we thought, something about another mission.”

“When do we have to leave?” You sigh.

“As soon as we can,” Steve’s lip turns slightly downward. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I know you would’ve wanted to stay, but -”

“No, hey, it’s okay,” you smile. “This has probably been the best trip I’ve ever had.” You beam at Steve, lightly squeezing Bucky’s hand that was hanging off your shoulder. “It’s okay that we have to leave early, really. I haven’t had this much fun in a long time.”

Steve smiles back at you, then pushes up off the futon.

“Guess we should probably get packing,” he walks around the futon, grabbing his bag and throwing it onto the edge.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you sigh again, lighter this time. You scoot of the futon, then head up the stairs to start packing. Bucky comes up behind you, sliding his arms under yours and then wrapping them around your chest. He gently tugs you back, pushing your back flush against his chest.

“Thank you,” he mutters into your hair before pressing another kiss to the top of your head. “For everything.”

“You’re so welcome,” you hum in response.

“I wasn’t so sure about the whole ‘roughin’ it in northern Wisconsin thing’, but this was so amazing.”

You turn around in his arms, pressing your hands against his chest and laughing.

“‘Roughin’ it?’ I’d hardly call this,” you nod your head to the side, “‘roughin’ it’. If you think this is rough, just wait until I take you two camping. Maybe I’ll even invite Sam,” you smirk.

“No thanks,” he rolls his eyes, throwing his head back. “If Sam’s goin’, count me out. I wouldn’t be able to trust sleeping in a tent with that guy.”

“Okay,” you shrug, sliding out of his hold. “Then don’t go. I’ll just take Steve and Sam.”

“Why do you do this to me,” Bucky chuckles as he walks around the bed, grabbing his own bag.

“Oh, hey, I forgot,” you say as the memory sparks in your mind. “I got something for you and Steve when we stopped at one of the gas stations on the way up here.”

You toss him a crumpled up red shirt. He unfolds it, blinks a few times, then starts to laugh.

This,” he turns it around. In bright white writing, the shirt reads “Drink Wisconsinbly” in cursive writing over a faded image of Bucky the Badger’s head, “is truly amazing.”

“You like it?” You grin. He

“It’s perfect,” he chuckles again, folding the shirt and tucking it into his duffel bag. “I might just be a Badger’s fan now.”

“On Wisconsin!” You wink at him, shoving the rest of your clothing into the duffel.

Now, this, you think, looking around you, your gaze lingering on Bucky, is a vacation I’ll never forget.


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Oh, The Struggle | two (end)

Bucky x Reader (AU)

A/N: I love the ending of this part. It’s so cute ;) IF YOU’VE SEEN SEB IN THE GREY SWEATER THAT’S HOW I’VE IMAGINED HIM!!!

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Word Count: 3747 (fuck it’s long) | Rating: G

Warning: None just fluff

Part 1  

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Bucky’s POV

First thought Bucky had when he woke up this morning was how boring it would be to work alone at the restaurant today, throwing phoney smiles at everyone but you. And now it will just be him and Ally working their shifts, both of them not even bothering to greet each other good morning.

But that was not his problem. He was going to miss you like hell. Not like you guys won’t meet ever again. But he’ll miss all those little things you both did together. Humming any made up song while he washed the dishes, and you dried them. Or when he’d give you your tip when you’d forget to collect it from your table. Or his advice to make the Cesare salad, the Sneezer salad, whenever a customer was rude to you. It was just an open, but disgusting option, you’d taken that advice one time, and Bucky did everything to make you not regret it.

He was secretive about how he felt on your resignation last night, but didn’t say anything to hold you back. That would’ve been selfish.

So instead he took you out for a walk. Bucky decided it was more like a date, because if he never stands a chance with you, he’d at least like to think he took you out for ‘dinner’, so what if it was a sandwich out of a food truck?

A date is a date, as long as both the parties enjoy it. And you clearly did.

There was something he kept from you, though because he wanted to see you again. So he didn’t tell you what he should have, right away when you left the job. It was nothing sort of a secret, more like an excuse to meet you.

During the whole day at work he thought you’d be mad at him for not telling you sooner because he did have a whole hour and a half last night, and a whole fucking day today. But he kept fiddling with his mind.

He was just finished with washing the last dish and wiped his hands on the white rug on his shoulder when he realized he had wasted a lot of time and finally decided to call you.

You picked up just at the second ring, not like you were busy being jobless.

“Hello!” you chimed.

Bucky chuckled before a “hey”

“Bucky?” Bucky could imagine you smiling. “Miss me already? I know how boring it would be at work without me.”

“Yeah, no you’re not wrong. No one’s helping me dry off the dishes. I’m on my own.” He said.

“Aw, Amber’s not helping ya?”

“Is that what her name is? Damn, I kept calling her Ally. Now I know why she didn’t reply whenever I called her out.” He shook his head laughing at his own mistake and you did too.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you’re free right now. Maybe we could grab a cup of coffee? I’ll be off my shift right now.” Bucky asks and waits for you to answer.

“Well, I may have to check my diary, whether I have something productive to do and…” you pause giggling. “Nope. Being out of job kinda leaves you sulking on the couch eating all the left overs, while your roommate goes to her job.” You said with a heavy sigh.

“Aw that is so rude of her.” Bucky jokes, playing along with you, both of you laughing.

“Alright where do you wanna meet?”

“You know that small café ‘Sweetbrew’?” he asks and you hum.

“Okay meet you there in ten minutes.”


You reach the café five minutes late. Shrugging the snow off your coat and shoving the umbrella in the bucket near the entrance you look all over the café and find Bucky sitting in the corner. He waves at you when he acknowledges your appearance and you walk over to the small set of table and chair. It was a cosy corner, attached to the window, just how you like it and maybe just how Bucky likes it, too.

You quickly pull out your coat, the warmth inside the café doesn’t allow you keep it wrapped around yourself. Bucky stands up to hug you and you return the gesture back. You both sit in your places.

He already had his drink in front of him, a steaming hot cup of black coffee. He calls the waitress and you give her your order, hot chocolate because you were in the mood.

“So?”

“So?”

“What did you do the whole day?” Bucky asks with a smirk.

“Something new. Searched for new jobs, started decorating the apartment it looks all Christmas-y, cleaned up the place dust free. And took a nap.” You tell him. The waitress come with your hot chocolate and you thank her.

“Any luck on finding a new job?”

“Nope”

“So you’re not going home for Christmas, then?”

“Yep,” you snorted at your one word answers and take a sip before continuing, “Can’t go home with a bad news, right? I won’t ever hear the end of it from my mom.”

“I can understand, which is why I called you today.” He says hiding his smile behind his cup.

You eye him, lips on the rim of your own cup, looking confused and Bucky thought how cute you looked in that moment with an eyebrow perked up.

“Okay, I have a friend who is a restaurant biz head hunter,” he speaks putting his cup down and you listen to him intently. “I bet he might have a job just for you. Like you want.”

You were taken aback, your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline and smile so wide it almost hurt your cheekbones.

“Really?” you breathed and the amount of excitement you showed was what Bucky bet all his lucky stars on. You were practically beaming, your hands awkwardly in the air the moment you put your cup down, trying to think – do something, squeal, cover your mouth just so you could muffle your excitement. You push your hair away from your face and grin like it could not have been the most exciting news so far. Bucky was so happy, he could have kissed you.

“Yeah, Y/N. But I’m sorry for not telling you this before. I guess it just slipped off my mind.” Bucky easily lied, not like it was the biggest lie he’d ever told. It was harmless.

“I- I don’t care. What matters, is that you told me.” You get up and lunge forward and hug him like he saved you from a roomful of annoying people staring at you and asking why you don’t have a job. “But you could’ve told me a little bit earlier I would not have bought the Christmas tree for my apartment.”

Bucky laughs, but his breath hitches a little bit as your nose nuzzles in the crook of his neck. You realize this soon and pull away biting down on your bottom lip. All the more of a reason for Bucky to pull you by your chin and kiss you right then and there.

“Thanks Bucky. You really made my day, or night, whatever.” You said shyly as you reach out for his hand. As if it was an instinct he kept his other hand on yours smiling at you warmly.

“Okay, so when do you want to meet him?” he asks you and pulls out his phone.

“As soon as possible? Or whenever your friend is free?” You grin, not being able to shake the smile off.

He nods and then quickly types out a text, you assume, to his friend. You both wait for a reply and continue drinking you lukewarm coffee.

A few minutes later Bucky’s phone lit up with a new notification and he smiles looking at the message.

“You’ve just got a job interview. Y/N be here tomorrow, sharp at 11am.” He beams.

“Yes! Thank you so much!” you gush.

You were so happy. You never thought you’d get a job right after you quit one. And if things went right tomorrow, you’d be a woman with a job again. Possibly the one you’ve wanted for such a long time.

“Can you do me another favour? Will you be here with me, tomorrow?” you ask pouting cutely at Bucky. That only grew his smile wider.

“Of course I will. It’s a Sunday and I have an off. Plus you don’t know Steve so I’ll have to guide you.” Bucky said with a one shoulder shrug.

“So his name is Steve?” you ask.

“Steve Rogers. He’s my best friend, we were roommates in college. He lives in New York, too. He always has a lot of restaurants that just need people for hiring. And I can bet he’ll have something really cool for you up his sleeve.” He tells you some things more about his best friend and you keep listening to him. Apparently Steve is a very successful in his business, he also owns a few restaurants in New York which you find very interesting.

By the end of your meet, you’re very excited for tomorrow. Bucky tells you to get a goodnight’s sleep and warns you not to let your adrenaline to get the best of you. But you can’t help the giddiness as you keep thanking Bucky.

“It’s nothing Y/N. That’s what friends are for, right?” Bucky throws a smirk at you before you bid each other goodnight and walk in the direction of your apartments.

As soon as you reach home, you practically start jumping and screaming like a teenager who’d just got a date with your crush. Not even noticing when your roommate was back home.

“Where were you? What’s got you all screeching?” Natasha asks you, and takes a swing from her beer as she eyes you.

“Oh, my God! You’re home. Nat, guess what?” You smirk at her plopping down on the sofa next to her.

“What?” She asks muting the TV.

“Oh, my God, you’ll never guess what just happened!”

Nat rolls her eyes, you were getting nowhere with all the guess and gushing.

“Y/N, I can’t. That’s why I asked, ‘what’.” Nat scoffed.

“So I was with Bucky-” you began.

“Oh, the really cute guy you used to work with?” Nat asks remembering.

“Yes and his friend might have a job for me. I got an interview tomorrow!” You tell her and her smile widens mirroring yours.

“Oh, that is good news. That is great news! Wow, I’m really happy for you, Y/N!” she leans forward to pull you into a hug.

“I know,” you mutter, still grinning like an idiot.

You both have a small celebration with beer as Nat gives a silly toast.

“Nat, I haven’t gotten the job yet,” You roll your eyes playfully.

“So? This is something good, right?” Nat shrugs gulping down the rest of her beer and reaching for another one, maybe it’s her fourth one.

“Okay, enough of that,” She frowns when you pull away the bottle from her hand. “Don’t pout. I’ll cook your favourite food tonight.”

You get up with the empty bottles heading towards the kitchen.

“I love you,” She gives you an air kiss and you return it, chuckling lightly.

“Love you, too.”


Next day around 10.45am, you were there at the café, waiting for Bucky and his friend to come. You were nervous, you didn’t know what to expect from this Steve guy, or what did he expect from you. You had given some interviews before, but you don’t know why this would be different. Bucky had told you, Steve was a pretty cool guy, he wasn’t someone with a serious bossy persona. You were trying to settle your nerves down, hell that’s why you were here in the café fifteen minutes earlier. You breathed, in and out, in and out. Being at the café earlier, you also order your favourite coffee, which also helped you to calm down.

The doorbells jingle, signalling the entrance of new people. And you recognized one of them. Bucky waved at your direction and you returned, standing up.

Behind him, was an equally tall man, blond hair, eyes hid behind a pair of reflectors. The man, you probably thought as Steve Rogers, walked with such style, it impossible to not to be impressed by just his walk. Bucky whispered something to him, and he smiled, nodding his head and spoke back to Bucky.

“Hey, Y/N” Bucky greeted and hugged you. “Meet Steve Rogers. Steve this is Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, Steve”

Bucky did a little hand gesture between you and Steve. You shook his hand, which he had extended forward. He no longer had his sunglasses on, so you could see his baby blue eyes. And God, this man had an award winning smile.

“Hi, nice to meet you, Y/N” he spoke for the first time.

“You too, Mr. Rogers.” You grin.

“It’s Steve, please.” He said politely, “Mr. Rogers makes me sound like some Captain in the army, or something.” He laughs.

The three of you settle down, the waitress takes Steve and Bucky’s orders.

After a few minutes of chatting Steve says to you,

“Okay, Y/N. Let’s get to the point. Don’t get me wrong, I was having fun talking to you. But that’s not what we’re here for. So tell me about your experience.” Steve casually lifted the conversation, not sounding rude or anything of that sort. And you were more than glad to be able to start talking about your talent.

But the problem was you didn’t know how to start. You have to say something without wasting time because Steve clearly looks like a man who doesn’t like wastage of his time. Hell he probably has more important things to take care of.

“Technically, I haven’t worked as a cook or chef. But if you want to know how I started -”

“Yes I do!” Steve pushed you enthusiastically. Well, his smile was a real motivation.

You look at Bucky who just sat back enjoying his black coffee and was smirking at you. This has rather turned out to be a friendly interview.

“Okay, uh… where do I start.” You paused for a second or two to think what you’re gonna say, “Well, after I graduated from college, I worked with my uncle, he runs a diner back in my town. And we both used to throw barbeque parties every month at home. Then I came to city, worked as a waitress at a few places because there was no scope.” Steve kept on nodding while you told him about you little experience in the kitchen.

For the first time in life you thought you were not rambling bullshit because Bucky and Steve were actually listening to you, taking interest that none of your previous bosses did. Bucky looked astonished whenever you told him something new, with a look of ‘is that so?’ or ‘wow!’. Well Steve, he looked impressed that’s all you could consider from his facial expressions.

“Last year, I decided to look into catering business, which was a success. Many of them being wedding, and also parties – all types of parties. Birthdays, anniversaries, baby showers, you name it!” You babbled.

You guys assumed you were going to stay at the café for a little longer time, so Bucky suggested you guys to get something to eat, said something about missing breakfast. And he sounded so grumpy and cute. All of you order something to eat.  

“Why did you stop the catering business, then?” Steve asks once your food came.

“Well, I’m not into business, Steve. That’s not my forte. Plus handling all the finances was quite difficult because I was working alone. It was good money, but tiring. So now, I just quit another job because the owner was, excuse my language, an asshole.”

“True that,” Bucky piped in at Steve and he laughed throwing his head back.

“Bucky’s told me that,” Steve said recovering from his laugh. “So, you do have experience. And I’d like to give you a chance.”

You nod at him a smile creeping its way on your lips. You were alternating your gaze between Bucky and Steve. Holing your eyes longer on Bucky, he winks at you, biting his bottom lip and you internally shake your head, averting your attention from him to Steve.  

“Come to this address on Monday, which is tomorrow. 9am sharp.” Steve slides a card to you and you gladly take it. “I’ll be there, you will cook something you’re special in, for me and that’s it.”

The longer you gape at the card and the name of the restaurant, the more familiar it gets to you. Your eyes suddenly widen as you realize. In your hand you held the fifth most popular restaurant in New York, The Walnut Café. Your head shoots up and you gasp, “Steve is this…?”

And he nods. Enough confirmation that you needed.

“Told you, he’d have something really cool up his sleeve for you.” Bucky smirks, taking a bite of his cannoli.

“Thank you… so much!” you exclaimed. “Would be inappropriate to give you a hug? I’m sorry if that’s unprofessional. I just- I am absolutely thrilled.” you ask Steve and to your relief he shakes his head.

You both get up and he hugs you, congratulating you. And you cannot stop saying thank you. To both, Steve and Bucky.

A few moments of talking and gushing about the restaurant, you get up excusing yourself to go to the restroom.

“She looks happy,” Bucky said looking at you walk away.

“And she seems great too. So you two together or something?” Steve asks and Bucky nearly chokes on his refilled coffee.

“N- No.”

That was enough of an answer for Steve.

“So I can ask her out?” Steve perks an eyebrow up.

“NO!” Bucky repeats shouting, earning a few glances from people around. He quickly apologies and whispers, “I mean no. Because well uh…”

Bucky searches for a lie but his mind is so clouded with the thought of his best friend asking you out and you saying yes, for obvious reasons. You’re beautiful and Steve is handsome. There’s hardly any chance you’ll say no to him.

“Because, Y/N just got out of a very serious relationship.” Bucky said, lying easily. “Yeah, she was mess. I shouldn’t tell you, because you hardly know her, but… she and her boyfriend were pretty tight. Unfortunately he- he left her.” He was stammering, rambling lies upon lies and Steve internally smirked seeing straight through his lies.

“And anyway, you don’t even know her.” Bucky scoffs.

“So? If I take her out, I’ll get to know her right?” Steve tried to contain his giggles.

“But I don’t think she’s ready to date. You know, she just got out of a relationship. Just told you Steve. Aren’t you listening to me?” Bucky said shifting awkwardly in his seat.

Steve couldn’t hold his laugh in anymore. So he gave up, throwing his head back in laughter.

“How long have I know you Buck?” Steve asked.

“Since college Steve.” Bucky dead-panned.

“Yeah, which is long enough for me to tell when you’re lying.” Steve said with a lopsided grin.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” Bucky trails off.

“C’mon, Buck. I could tell that you like her just by the way you were looking at her.” Steve said.

Bucky blushes, hard lowering his head so that Steve couldn’t see the pink hue spread all over the apples of his cheek.

“It’s a wonder that you’ve known her for so long and still haven’t asked her out.” Steve pipes.

“She’s lot more different that the girls I used to date. I don’t think I stand a chance.” Bucky said in defeat.

“How do you know that? Have you ever tried?”

“No but-”

“Then try, or else I will.”

Steve challenge sets Bucky off the edge, as he frowns at him.

“I’m just kidding.” Steve said putting his hands up in defence.

You return back to your table chatted for a while and soon you guys were leaving, first it was Steve. He reminded you again to come tomorrow. You don’t need a reminder but still nod and thank him for his time.

You and Bucky stand outside the café, on the side walk. Something seemed off with Bucky. You noticed that ever since you came back from the restroom.

“Anything wrong, Buck?” you ask carefully, raising your hand to hold his arm.

“Nothing” He breaths out, heavily, pretending to kick a rock, his head down.

“Okay… hey what are you doing tonight?”

Bucky’s head shoots up and he looks at you as if you’ve grown a second head. He was just thinking to ask you the same question, finally having decided to take Steve’s advice. And you took the words straight out of his mouth.

You give him a questioned look.

“Why?”

“C’mon a movie and dinner. As a thank you, Bucky.” You roll your eyes smiling lazily at him.

“You should be thanking Steve, not me.” Bucky shrugs stuffing his hands in his pocket.

You couldn’t stop admiring this guy, with a cute smile, painted on his soft pink lips, amazing, ‘could-get-lost-in-them’ blue eyes, and that damned grey sweater paired with jeans. Bucky looked like a fucking model. And here you were asking him out indirectly and he’s telling you to go out with your future boss?

“I can’t take Steve out! He’s gonna be my boss!” You laughed. “I’m asking you.”

“You mean, you’re asking me out?” Bucky asks amused.

You only nod.

“Shouldn’t it be the other way round?”

“It doesn’t matter who asks whom.” You said as if it was so obvious. And it was. Why should boys always take the initiative?

“So you are asking me out?”

“Oh, my God, yes!” you grin. “And you’re taking way much more time to answer.”

Bucky realizes that and quickly yelps, “Yes of course I’ll go. Movie and Dinner. Uh, is 5 o’clock okay?”

“It’s perfect!”

“Cool.”

You pull him in a hug, unexpectedly and kiss him on the cheek. Bucky’s eyes widen as he contains his grin and tries to control his blushing.

God, what’s wrong with me? He thought, mentally kicking himself.

“Bye, see you soon then” you whispered in his ear.

He nods, gulping. Not saying anything because he was too shy.

Well, he doesn’t have to say anything. He’s a happy man. He’s got a date with you.


Tumblr is acting up and not letting me add my gifs, they were so cute, you guys :’(

standarklord  asked:

Nyello there fren Ive just read through your whole blog It gives me life. Anyway, i was going to ask, if headcannons are still open, if i could request whirl, cyclonus and tailgate reacting to their s/o being on a sugar rush. Like, them being c r a z y, with them screeching, wrecking havoc and not calming down, and then later on sobbing about dropping a spoon when they were like 2. Thanks!

WTF KIND OF SUGAR RUSHES DO YOU HAVE?? 

Whirl MTMTE 

He just shrugs it off as a human thing and lets you go nuts. This is the bot who nailed corpses to a wall, he’s not exactly gonna flip when a human starts getting hyper. He’d pat your back with one of his claws when you started crying though, he’s not completely removed from the situation. He might tell a funny to story to cheer you up (no Whirl, violent fight stories aren’t funny) 

Cyclonus MTMTE

He’d roll his eyes and tell you to calm down. If he had known what sugar did to you he would never have let you near it, ever. Once you finally calmed down and started crying, he’d pick you up and quietly listen, nodding solemnly. He might be listening, he might not be, you’ll never know  

Tailgate MTMTE

He’s honestly a bit scared, he’s never seen you act like this. Is this what sugar did to all humans?! He’d try to calm you down, but once you broke down crying about your dropped spoon, he’d start panicking and saying ‘oh no please don’t cry!! It’s not so bad I promise, it happened years ago!!’ 

Oliver Wood Imagine - Snapshots

“ Can you make a oneshot for Oliver Wood please? Like, your future with him after the battle of hogwarts or something. I need more of this cute lil Scottish cinnamon roll.” - Anon

Hi guys! I’m sorry it’s been over a month since I’ve posted any new writing. I’ve been really busy with school and just feeling generally uninspired. I really like this prompt though, and I’m pretty proud of how this turned out, which is a first for me. I’ve proofread of bunch of times, but I can’t make any promises that there still aren’t errors. Thank you for your patience, and as always my ask box is open to requests and I would love some feedback from this imagine. 

Also another note, if it wasn’t clear the italicized parts are little flashbacks, little snapshots of their lives if you will. Enjoy!

“I can’t believe we actually did it,” (y/n) said as she flopped down onto the couch. She and Oliver had just returned from dropping their two children off at King’s Cross. Their youngest, Amelia, had just turned eleven and couldn’t have been more excited to go off to Hogwarts for the first time. Her older brother, Owen, has been telling her stories for the past few months leading up to their departure about everything from classes to the quidditch matches he had played in.

“It’s a bit strange having them both at Hogwarts though isn’t it?” Oliver said taking a seat on the opposite end of the couch allowing (y/n) to stretch her legs across his lap. “It’s… quiet.”

“I suppose, but I have to say as much as I miss them I’m also excited for them. Think about all the fun that we had when we were still students,” (y/n) smiled, an almost dreamy look crossing her face as she looked at her husband.

~
“Come on, (y/n)! Don’t want to get caught do you?” Oliver pulled on (y/n)’s wrist as they moved swiftly through the deserted corridors. He would stop periodically to check around corners before tugging her forward again.

“Oliver, where are we even going? McGonagall will kill us if we get caught out of bed this late!” (y/n) whispered harshly, slightly out of breath from the seemingly endless flights of stairs they were climbing.

“Almost there, love.” Oliver turned to look back at her, a lopsided grin painting his face. Soon (y/n) started to recognize their path up to the astronomy tower. When they finally arrived Oliver pulled her over to the largest window and they sat together on the ledge.

They stared together up at the sky which was illuminated by the nearly full moon. The stars seemed to dance before their eyes. After a few minutes of comfortable silence (y/n) spoke quietly to Oliver, eyes still fixed on the sky, “I can’t believe we’re going to be graduating in a week.”

“It does seem a bit surreal,” Oliver whispered glancing at (y/n). “Everything is a bit of a mess out there in the real world isn’t it?”

“Yeah, but we know where we stand. Not to mention we’ve got each other to make it bearable,” (y/n) smiled finally turning to look at him.

“You know I’m going to marry you one day right?” Oliver remarked bluntly.

Blush bloomed across (y/n)’s cheeks, but she managed to keep her composure. “You better,” she smirked, “I’m one hell of a catch.”

~

“Oh come on, we both know all the real fun happened once we graduated,” Oliver said waggling his eyebrows.

(Y/n) kicked his leg lightly trying to hide her smile. “What? You mean like going to your quidditch matches? Because I have to say I do love watching you play.”

“That wasn’t exactly what I had in mind,” Oliver mumbled tugging (y/n) forward with the foot that she had used to kick him

~

(Y/n), who had been to every Puddlemere United match since Oliver had been picked up by the team, sat in the stands waiting for the moment when he would finally get to play. Since he was a new member on the team he had yet to get any playing time, but (y/n) knew that his moment would come.

Today seemed to be that day, their normal Keeper had injured his shoulder and they were letting Oliver play. She watched with bated breath as he made his way out onto the pitch, then kicked off into the air. He circled the goalposts a few times before settling himself in front of them. The referee blew the whistle to resume play and (y/n) finally let out the breath she had been holding. “You can do this, Oliver,” she whispered to herself.

The game resumed slowly, but quickly began to pick up speed. After a few minutes one of the chasers from the opposing team, The Holyhead Harpies, took her first shot at the goal posts. Oliver made the save with ease and it seemed that all of the Puddlemere fans let out a collective sigh. A few cheers could be heard for him, mostly coming from (y/n).

Oliver made nearly every save after that and each time the cheers from the crowd grew in number and volume. After an hour of intense playing and incredible saves, the Puddlemere seeker dove toward a tiny gold glint while reaching his hand out. All eyes were on him as his hand closed around the snitch. The score shot up to 240 – 60, a huge victory for Puddlemere United. The stands erupted into screams while all of the players flew to the ground tumbling into a group hug.

After the game (y/n) stood outside of the locker room bouncing on the balls of her feet waiting for Oliver. When he finally emerged she nearly tackled him, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the ground. She kissed him passionately before mumbling about how she couldn’t possibly be more proud of him.

~

Oliver pulled (y/n) forward onto his lap and kissed her forehead lightly. “I am glad that you’re impressed by my incredible flying skills, overall talent as a quidditch player, and dashing good looks,” he teased.

“Don’t forget your modesty,” (y/n) laughed, settling into his side.

Oliver chuckled along with her. “You know you love me.”

“If you say so,” (y/n) smirked up at him.

“So that’s how you want to play it off?” Oliver asked a mischievous look on his face.

“Don’t you dare,” (y/n) whispered, but before she could escape Oliver had pinned her to the couch and started tickling her mercilessly. (Y/n) shrieked while Oliver laughed, showing no signs that he would give up any time soon. After what felt like an eternity, but was probably closer to only a minute, (y/n) finally conceded. “Okay, okay! I surrender!”

“Something you’d like to say to me?” Oliver asked, stopping his movements, but keeping (y/n) pinned to the couch.

“I love you,” (y/n) spoke softly, “very, very much.”

~

(Y/n) sat tucked into Oliver’s side in the Great Hall. Neither said anything, they just watched all of the people milling about around them and taking in the gravity of the events that had just occurred. The battle was finally over. They had both come out mostly unscathed, a few battle wounds here and there but nothing they couldn’t recover from. She felt Oliver sigh and glanced up at his face. He looked down at her and place a gentle kiss on her forehead. (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered closed and she moved to rest her head on his chest.

“It’s really over isn’t it?” Oliver asked, mostly talking to himself.

“I think so,” (y/n) answered. “I mean there will still be so much work to do in the ministry, and rebuilding the parts of Hogwarts that we sort of destroyed, and-”

“Don’t worry about all that right now,” Oliver cut her off. “For now, we’ve really won.”

“We won,” (y/n) echoed looking up at the hall and watching the families and friends reunite. She turned back to Oliver and kissed him softly. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you too,” he said before kissing her again.

~

“That’s what I thought,” Oliver declared with a smug smile. He flopped down next to (y/n), turning his head to face her.

“You’re an idiot,” she stated rolling over and settling back into his side.

“But I’m your idiot, forever,” he said drawing out “forever” and waving his left hand, and therefore wedding band, in her face. (Y/n) snatched his hand out of the air and interlocked her fingers with his. She kissed his knuckles allowing them to fall into a comfortable silence.

~

One year after the Battle of Hogwarts (y/n) and Oliver sat side by side in the stands of the deserted quidditch stadium. Puddlemere United had just finished their season at the top of their league and there had been a celebration after they had won their last match that day. The rest of the team and all of the fans who had been celebrating trickled out slowly, until (y/n) and Oliver were the only ones left in the stadium. Their conversation drifted from the match, to (y/n)’s job at the Ministry, to the ridiculous story (y/n) had read in the Quibbler that morning, then finally to how they should spend Oliver’s time off from quidditch now that the season was over.

(Y/n) was rambling on about all the different places they should travel to when Oliver cut her off. “I think that we should just get married,” he said nonchalantly.

(Y/n) stared awestruck at him for moment before regaining her wits. “Oliver Wood, that had better not be the romantic proposal that I’ve been waiting for since I was 18.”

“Of course not, love” he said before sliding off his seat down onto one knee. He smiled up at her, pulling a simple, but elegant, ring out of his pocket. (Y/n) stifled a gasp, doing her best to keep her composure. “(Y/n) (y/l/n), will you marry-”

“Yes!”

“You didn’t even let me finish,” Oliver said taken aback.

“Fine, go on then.”

Oliver cleared his throat, “Once again, (y/n) (y/l/n), love of my life, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” (y/n) answered again giggling slightly and filled with joy. Oliver carefully slipped the ring onto her finger. He stood also pulling (y/n) to her feet and drawing her into his arms. Oliver leaned down and kissed (y/n) hard on the mouth. She responded enthusiastically, wrapping her arms around his neck. Finally they pulled apart, still holding each other. “Honestly,” (y/n) said mockingly, “it took you long enough to finally ask, I’ve been waiting for ages.”

“Oh shut up,” Oliver said laughing slightly and kissing her again.

~

“It really is quiet without them,” (y/n) spoke, breaking Oliver out of the little trance he had been in. “I miss them already,” she admitted quietly.

“They’ll be home for Christmas,” Oliver tried to appease his wife. When (y/n) didn’t say anything, he sighed, “I already miss them too.”

“Would it be awful if I wrote to Amelia on her first day?”

“It might be a little embarrassing for her, but isn’t that what parents are for?” Oliver asked, making (y/n) chuckle.

“Exactly. Not to mention we have to know what house she’s in,” (y/n) tried to further justify herself.

“Better be Gryffindor,” Oliver mumbled.

(Y/n) poked his side making a face. “But we’ll love and support her no matter what house she’s in,” she said, making it clear it wasn’t a question.

“Of course, we’ll just be extra proud if she’s a Gryffindor.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

~

(Y/n) sat on the edge of her and Oliver’s bed, tapping the small plastic stick against her leg as she watched the hands of the clock tick by. She counted each second as it passed, and though it had only been a minute, it felt like a year. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard the door slam open and shut.

“(Y/n)?” Oliver yelled from the front of their small apartment. (Y/n) stood quickly, moving to the bathroom across the hall and tossing the stick into the sink then making her way to the kitchen. Oliver had already sat down at the table, still in his practice quidditch robe. He was staring intently at one of the many takeout menus they had collected over the years. “What are you thinking for tonight, love? Do you want to just order something?” She just stared at Oliver unresponsive. “(Y/n)?” he asked without looking up. When she stayed silent he finally glanced up. “(Y/n)?” he asked again, this time his voice was filled with concern. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

(Y/n) finally broke out of her trance, “I need moral support.” She grabbed Oliver’s hand dragging him to their bathroom. They both stared at the little white stick that was flipped over in the sink.

“Okay, what am I looking at?” Oliver asked, even more confused than he was before.

“A pregnancy test.”

“A what?” Oliver asked, sounding almost like he’d had the wind knocked out of him.

“You heard me.”

Oliver reached toward the test, but (y/n) smacked his hand away.

“What are you doing? We have to look at it,” Oliver said, both of their eyes still aimed down at the sink.

“I know, I just- I just need another second.” (Y/n) took a deep breathe. “This is life changing, you know? We’ve barely been married six months, we haven’t even talked about having kids. My career is really starting to take off and you’re so busy with quidditch. Merlin, are we even ready to have kids? We’ll have to move and-”

“Only one way to find out,” Oliver cut her off and grabbing the test out of the sink, turning it away from (y/n).

“Oliver!” she shrieked, reaching up to snatch it out of his hand, but he held it just out of her reach.

“What does a plus sign mean?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

(Y/n) dropped her arms to her sides and stared at Oliver, he shifted his gaze from the small red plus to (y/n)’s eyes.

“It means we’re having a baby.”

~

A sigh escaped (y/n)’s lips as she rolled away from Oliver and stood up.

“Where are you going?” he asked, keeping a tight grip on her hand, unwilling to let her walk away.

“I was going to go write that letter to Amelia,” she responded sheepishly.

“It can wait.”

“But-”

“It can wait,” Oliver repeated. He pulled (y/n) back down onto the couch, practically on top of him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, squeezing her a bit. “Amelia’s not going to think you don’t love her if you wait to write until tomorrow.”

“I know,” (y/n) settled back into the couch, resuming their previous position. After a short pause (y/n) tried to get up again, “I just want to make sure that she-”

“Nope,” Oliver tightened his grip on (y/n)’s waist. “You’re going to stay right here, and we’re going to enjoy the first bit of alone time we’ve had in 14 years.”

(Y/n) couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face. “Okay,” she replied softly. Oliver grabbed the blanket that was draped over the back of the couch, pulling it over them. The pair settled into another one of their comfortable silences, not feeling the need to fill it with mindless chatter. They were together, and that was enough.

~

As part of those RWBY requests I asked about a couple days ago I asked @echollama for a request and was asked to draw one of his RWBY OC’s Perseis Corsair fishing.

Hope you like it! it was really fun to draw one of your OC’s and I am more to happy to draw the rest of team PLSM if you would be okay with that.

(RWBY Requests are still open for those interested. Just drop me an ask)

requests open

still getting used to this new tablet. ;___; after many months, i feel like drawing!

drop me some ocs and stuff //// i’m digging pretending i know how to draw baras and cute girls //// but tbh, i just miss drawing! ^ q^

reblog/reply/ask/whatever way to send me some links ya~ i’ll delete this once i feel like im getting really used to the tablet!

Come get it bae

Requested by: @p-atiently

                                               ______________

“Hey, whatcha doing?” my best friend Lauren asked the instant I answered my phone.

“Eating brownies and watching vlogs,” I shared, a mouth too full to be understood.

“Goood, you’re home,” she said over enthusiastically. “Now let me in, I’m outside,”

“What?” I asked rhetorically, getting up from the bed.

“I was in the hood, thought I’d drop by,” she said still on the phone as I walked towards the door.

“Right, good timing, I was just about to order dinner,”

“You’re eating brownies,”

“Yeah but does that count as dinner?” I laughed and twisted the door open, cutting off the phone.

“Hey, whoa, what the fuck?” she said and started laughing.

I rolled my eyes, “What? I’m cleansing my soul,” I said referring to the clay mask lacquered all over my face; my hair in a messy pile on my head.

“Y'say as you stuff your face with chocolate, bad for your skin,”

“A girl’s gotta live,” I shrugged.

As I went to shut the door; the one across from my apartment opened and out walked Roman, my dangerously good-looking neighbour and flirty neighbour. “Hey Roman,”

He paused for a second, looking at the mess I’d become and smiled, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, you? I mean don’t judge this look I have going on, the end result will be much better,”

“I wasn’t judging doll and I’m sure it’ll be.  I’m good, just going for a run,”

I immediately looked him up and down, admiring the way he filled out that vest. And those grey sweats. I was tempted to gaze down but I knew I’d be trapped there; y'kow what they say about men in grey sweats.

“Now?” it was almost past 7pm.

“Best time to go, I’ll have the paths to myself,”

“Fair enough, well run enough for the both of us, I’ve been pigging out all day,”

“You’re fine,” he said casually. I felt my face heat up. “If I could pig out and look the same, I’d never run a day in my life. But I’ll see you later?”

“Yuup,” I said and he started walking away. I finally gazed down at those problematic sweats. He had really a nice ass.

“I almost regurgitated my lunch at you two flirting,” Lauren laughed. “That man deserves everything good in this world, like, why is he that fine?”

“Tell me about it,” I sighed.

Lauren paused momentarily, “I still don’t know why you haven’t let him hit it yet,”

“Because he’s out of my league, clearly,”

“Really? You really are oblivious aren’t you? Or stupid,”
_____________

There was a knock at the door sometime later as Lauren and I were catching up on The Walking Dead. I got up to open it, to find a shirtless Roman stood there, in those damn grey weats.

“Hey,” I greeted him.

“Hi,” he bit his bottom lip nervously.

I couldn’t help it, I had to look; my eyes landed on his chiselled abs and my libido was immediately set on fire. I almost let out a  small moan that I covered by clearing my throat. My eyes returned to his face, a smile threatened to fill his features. Damnit he knew what he was doing.

“How was the run?” I finally spoke.

“Great,” he simply said and flashed me a knowing smile.

Why was he doing this? We stood there in silence for a few seconds, I didn’t know how to reply so I just nodded and pursed my lips.

“I have a little problem, I’ve ran out of shampoo and I gotta be somewhere. I totally forgot to pick up some on my run, and I’ve sweated out my hair, would you by any-”

I didn’t even think twice, “Yes,” I paused, embarrassed at how quickly and enthusiastically I answered that without even letting him finish.

He smiled probably laughing at me deep down.

“I mean yeah, sure, come in,”

He followed behind me and I walked back into my living room where Lauren was looking at her phone, The Walking Dead paused.

“Oh Roman this is my friend Lauren, Roman, Lauren,”

Lauren chortled the instant she gazed up at him, realising he was shirtless. She turned it into a cough. Oh this was beautiful, I thought watching her lose her composure. She couldn’t even greet the man normally and yet expected me to be all over him.

“Oh, hi,” she finally greeted with a shy wave, trying to seem so casual and unaffected but the damage was done already.

“How’re you doing?”

“Good, thank you,” her voice was getting higher.

“I’ll go grab the shampoo Roman, you can wait here,” I said quickly and caught Lauren’s eye as I disappeared.

She glared at me, begging for me not to leave her with him. How ironic.

When I returned they were laughing about something and I couldn’t help but feel left out.

“This is the only one I could find that doesn’t smell so girly,” I said handing him the bottle.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll bring it back on my way out, I owe you,”

“Oh don’t worry about it,” I waved a hand.

The next time I saw Roman was a few days later, in passing. I was rushing out and only managed a ‘good morning’. Another time was in the evening, he was going into his apartment with some woman. He had a girlfriend, I realised. And that was it; my little hope of him being interested in me, crushed.

The following day I was home early from work and heard a knock at the door. I assumed it was Lauren because she’d said she was coming over. It was Roman, this time in nothing but a towel wrapped around his lower half. I gulped, painfully and stared at him, nothing but the face. I was straining to look down, that smirk on his face didn’t help, he really was a dangerous flirt.

“So I told you I owe you,” he said casually as if he was dressed appropriately and there’s no problem here at all.

He passed me a full new bottle of my favourite shampoo.

“Oh,” I laughed nervously. “You didn’t have to,”

He shrugged, “Courtesy,”

“Thank you,” I said and silence fell over us and we stood there looking at each other, both of us suppressing smiles. “So do you ever wear clothes?”

He chuckled and put his hand on my
doorframe, only accentuating his bicep and waving his damn tattoos in my face. Fuck. I used this moment as a perfect opportunity to check him out; he was ripped to shreds. No wonder why he was so confident about flaunting his torso.

“I do, but see, I’ve figured now that clothes don’t get your attention much. Which is what I need for a problem I have that you might be able to help with,” he said.

“And what’s that?” I stuttered.

“So I ordered some Chinese  - probably way too much for one person and I was wondering if you’d like to join me for dinner?”

My face expressed my shock, eyes widening and mouth falling open, nothing coming out for a few seconds.

“I can’t, Lauren’s coming over,” I answered, feeling disappointed that it was the truth.

“Cancel it?” he asked confidently. “I mean if she’s a good friend, she’d want this for you. She’d want you to have a date with your hot neighbour,” he joked and I felt paranoid all of a sudden. Had he been eavesdropping? “C'mon, please? I barely see you. I’ve ran into her in the corridors more than I’ve seen you. Make it up to me, please?”

The old me (from a week and a half ago) dreamt of this kind of scenerio; being in his company, exchanging jokes and being in his place. I had my fantasy all panned out; scripted as to what I’d say if he asked me if I was hungry so I didn’t seem like a pig. But now here it was, offering my favourite things: food and the presence of a handsome company. But he had a girlfriend.

“Is your girlfriend not around?”

He kissed his teeth and grinned at me, “If I had one I’d be with her right now,” he said wriggling his brows and the cutest smile sweeping over his features.

“The woman from a couple of nights ago?”

“Date gone wrong, full story when you come over. Wait - are you jealous?”

“You’re not that cute. I’m in it for the food, I’m not concerned about your love life,” I teased back. “Plus, you have a nice body,”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes,” I said downplaying my excitement. “Let me call Lauren quickly and I’ll come over, oh and please put clothes on, I can’t concentrate with you like that,”

“As you wish,”

__________

“Hey,” he greeted as he opened the door for me a few minutes later. “Everything okay? What did Lauren say, does she hate you or me?”

“She said it’s cool, we’ve just postponed it until Friday,” I said casually, walking into his apartment.

Not exactly what she said. She screamed down the phone, way over excited, telling me to get my man, get my life and asked, well forced me to relay it all to her, word for word.

“Great, well, come in, I didn’t know what you liked, so help yourself to anything you want. It’s all on the table,”

Chilling with Roman proved to be as fun as I thought; he was such a laid back person, funny as well. I shoulda seen it coming because even our run-ins on the hallway or in the elevators tended to be us making fun of each other and laughing at something stupid.

“So about your date with your lady friend,” I said over a tub of ice cream.

We were sitting on the couch a while later, watching Sin City. Well, talking as it played in the background.

“Mhhh, it was boring as fuck. She was shy as hell, she couldn’t even eat her food, barely initiated any conversation and kept saying ‘I don’t mind’ whenever I asked her something about what she wanted,” he sighed. “Last time I do favours for anyone,”

“What do you mean?”

“My cousin kinda asked me to do it as a favour for his girlfriend, I should’ve listened to my intuitions and said no,”

I laughed, “Had you met her before?”

“Nope,”

“But she came over, must have ended with a bang then?”

“We didn’t have sex,” he laughed at my suggestive comment. “The girl could barely eat her food, I wasn’t going to put pressure on her and ask her to get naked,”

“So what did you do then?”

He started yawning, it was fake, I could tell by how dramatic he was being. He started scooting closer to me, extending his arm so that it somehow went around my shoulder.

“Mhhh I’m tired, no more talking about the past,”

“Aaw, if you’re tired I can go home and let you sleep,” I played along.

“No,” he said too quickly, falling out of character with his act. “I mean I need a pillow,” he rested his head on my shoulder. “Stay? At least for a while,”

“What’s in it for me?” I asked innocently, and realised I should’ve really thought that through when he looked up, his eyes full of mischief.

“Maybe some hugs and kisses?” he offered, not giving me anytime to process it or respond before I felt his soft lips planted on mine.

Okay, fine. We can do that, I thought enjoying his soft plump lips on mine.

When he felt me responding, he pulled me underneath him and deepened the kiss. I loved how his beard grazed my chin and the way he smelled; very masculine but delicate. I moaned when he bit my bottom lip and he pulled away, smiling down at me.

“So uh, I have a more comfortable bed,” he said and I knew what was on offer.

I really wasn’t going to turn that down, it’d been a while and he was too hot to pass up on the first offer. He wasn’t an asshole either, well from what I’d seen so far. More than enough reason for me to do it, I reasoned with the rational part of the brain.

“That could work,” I responded.

Before I knew it, we were going at each other’s clothes, so fast and desperate. Maybe I needed it more than him though. I couldn’t imagine Roman being sex deprived; he was a walking sex God.

“Wow, I really like the view of the city from this angle,” I commented as I sat up on my elbows, starring out of the window in his bedroom. He did have a good view. “It’s nice, your room is beautiful too,”

“Oh really? Now? You wanna talk about this now?” he asked with a ridiculing laugh, whilst he rolled the condom on.

Good point.

“No,” I said laying back down as he lowered himself over me and kissed me again briefly before I felt him teasing at my entrance. I braced myself because I’d seen what I was about to deal with and it wasn’t a snack size.

I heard him let out a deep grunt the instant he entered me, just his head alone. I moaned, grabbing at him tightly because it felt so good. He’d filled me up within seconds and held it there for a second, letting me get accustomed to his size. Even he knew what he was dealing with.

“Fuck! You’re so big!” I exclaimed, lifting my legs to wrap around him so he could have deeper access.

He pulled back slowly in response, then pushed back in just as slow until he’s felt me stretch enough for him. Our bodies locked into desperate synchronised movements, he was very attentive and selfless. I wanted him to feel as good as he made me feel. And I think I got it; I saw it in his eyes, and in the way he occassionally lost his rhythm when I rolled my hips to meet his thrusts. Within seconds, our bodies contracted as our orgasm washed over both of us. He rolled off the condom and disposed of it in the nearby bin, then threw his body next to me.

“So you do this after every 'date’?” I turned to face him.

He chuckled, “Nah, only with hot neighbours, plus you said it wasn’t a date,”

“No, because I’m high maintenance you know,”

“Nothing wrong with a girl who wants the best, so you gon let me give that to you? Let me take you on a date?”

“Then you’ll bitch about me to the next girl?”

“No, the difference is I actually like you, I’ve been tryna show you but you’re always playing hard to get,”

“Playing hard to get? Maybe I just am and I wasn’t playing,”

“Well whatever it is, stop, because I want you,”

“Is this the part where I say 'yes, okay’?” He looked at me with an expression that said, 'well duh’. “Umm no, y'gotta work for me, aside for my body because well - you know, anyway, impress me,”

“I can do that,” he smiled, and hooked my leg over his, slipping his two fingers inside me. “I got a thing or two to please you with,”

“Aaah, fuck,” I whimpered. I had to give it to him. He wasn’t lying. “Okay, yes.”

Preference Series {AU: Aboard the Titanic} Preparations (Your POV)

Okay, Lovelies! I know I said I wasn’t going to post today, but it turns out I will have wifi certain time of the day. So I will be posting today! I also figured out my queue and how it works so…you will have preferences to read tomorrow.

This is the first part to the AU series I was talking about. Please tell me what you think in my ask! Enjoy, Lovelies! I’ll post another preference later, a requested one. I’m still taking requests, so please don’t hesitate to ask!

- Chrissy

Master List

Part 2

Harry: You’re a Nursemaid.

“Y/N!”

                You let out a sigh, dropping the folded clothes into the suitcase before turning to see your mistress, “Yes, Milady?”

                “Did you pack Andrew’s and Michael’s cases yet? We can’t be late,” she asked, standing outside the doorway to the nursery.

                “Lucas should have put their cases in the car, Milady. I’m just finishing up Caroline’s,” you replied, gesturing towards the opened, but full, suitcase on her bed.

                “Good. The children will be done eating any moment. See to it that they are wearing their outdoor attire before putting them in the carriage,” your mistress ordered before walking further down the hall.

                You turned back to Caroline’s case, which was actually one of seven. Each child had a case for different articles of clothing, including accessories, hats, and shoes. The boys only had six cases, making their packing a little bit easier.

                You had been a nursemaid for the Abbott family for five years now. Mrs. and Mr. Abbott hired you after Caroline’s birth, and according to Andrew, the oldest of the Abbott children, you were the nicest nursemaid they had ever had.

                “I’ve returned, Y/N,” Lucas, the youngest butler, entered the room with his hands folded behind his back.

                “Alright…” you closed the last of Caroline’s luggage. “These seven are Caroline’s.”

                He nodded his head before picking up the smallest four. You followed him downstairs but parted in the foyer. He went out the front door, and you headed into the dining room, where the children sat.

                The two boys, Andrew and Michael sat with their heads down, obediently eating their breakfast while Caroline, the youngest of the three children, sat with her arms crossed and her lips in a pout.

                “Caroline…Why aren’t you eating the food Cook prepared specially for you?” you asked, looking over her shoulder at the untouched plates.

                “I’m not hungry,” she muttered, refusing to look at you.

                “But you must be. You haven’t eaten since yesterday evening.”

                Her stomach let out a growl, informing you that you had been correct in assuming her lack of hunger wasn’t the issue here.

                Her face softened when she heard her stomach’s protest, knowing that her lie was revealed, “I don’t want to go.”

                “I know, Caroline,” you sighed, leaning down next to her chair, “but your Mummy and Daddy are taking you on vacation to New York City! You should be happy…”

                “But I don’t want to leave home,” her lower lip quivered, signaling she was going to cry at any moment.

                “Oh, Caroline,” you put your hand on her back, “don’t cry. We will all have fun on the Titanic, and then once we arrive in New York, we will explore the city.”

                “You promise?”

                “I promise.”

Liam: You’re in Third Class.

“Mum?”

                “Oh, how I’ll miss this house…” your six-month pregnant mother whispered, looking around the small room.

                “Mum?” you repeated.

                “Yes, Dear?” she turned to look at you.

                “Where are Edmund and Marie?” you asked, stuffing your nightgown into one of the cases.

                “They should be around the brook,” she replied, walking towards the window above the sink. “There they are.”

                “What are they doing?” you arranged the clothes in the other case you were bringing, making sure you had packed the twins’ night clothes, undergarments, and clothes.

                “Just running around like little ones do,” she replied, absentmindedly putting a hand to her stomach.

                You let out a sigh, “Well, I better call them in soon. We need to make sure we’re on time for the train to Southampton.”

                “Y/N, I know your father has been working so hard to get us over to America, but…I don’t know…should we really go?”

                You looked at your mother, keeping in mind that she was currently in a delicate condition, “What do you mean? Dad paid for our tickets. We’ll be in New York City next Wednesday. What’s wrong?”

                Your mother was about to answer when the door to your tiny cottage hit the wall.

                “Mum! Mum! Mum!” your younger sister yelled while holding up a white wildflower. “Look! I picked this for you!”

                Your mother put her hand on her back, leaning down to take the flower in her delicate hand, “Oh, thank you, Sweetie. It’s beautiful.”

                “Edmund picked you a yellow one, but I thought this one was prettier!” she said excitedly.

                “Aww…you two are too cute,” your mother chuckled, pushing Marie’s hair back with the tips of her fingers. “Where is your brother? Hmm? We have to get going soon.”

                “He’s coming,” she replied, dancing over to you.

                “Hello, Marie,” you smiled at her before lifting her up into your arms. “Are you ready to go see Daddy?”

                “Yes!” she beamed, showing off the gap where her two front teeth were supposed to be.

                “Mum!” your brother ran into the house and up to your mother.

                “Hello, Edmund,” she smiled at him. “Marie told me you picked some flowers for me…”

                “I did!” he exclaimed, holding out a bouquet of purple, yellow, and white wild flowers.

                “They’re so beautiful, Edmund!” she leaned down to kiss his cheek. “Thank you both so much!”

                “You’re welcome!” they both shouted before running out of the house again.

                “What were you going to say earlier, Mum?” you turned to look at her.

                “Oh I was wondering what we’d do if the ship sinks…” she watched her children play.

                “It won’t, Mum,” you said, grabbing a case in each hand. “After all, the Titanic is considered unsinkable.”

Louis: You’re in Second Class.

“Why must you go to New York?” your mother had asked for the fifth time since she woke up this morning.

                “I already told you, Mum,” you sighed, handing your maid, Phyllis, another one of your dresses. “Put this one in the trunk with the rest.”

                “Yes, Milady,” Phyllis replied, taking the dress from you arms.

                “But there are plenty of opportunities here for you to write. Why must you go to America?” she watched you dig through your wardrobe and pull out one of your favorite hats.

                “America is the land of opportunity, Mum, and the biggest publishers are in New York City,” you handed a few hats over to Phyllis.

                “But you don’t need to be an author,” your mother protested.

                “What’s the alternative? Do what my cousin did?” you shook your head with a chuckle. “I don’t think so.”

                “What’s wrong with what your cousin did?” your mother asked. “It’s what I did and many other women your age have done. I wish you would do it, too.”

                “I don’t want to get married yet, Mum,” you handed Phyllis another few dresses to pack in the chest.

                “But what’s wrong with marriage? Your cousin is perfectly happy in the country with her husband. She is taken care of, and she doesn’t have to worry about a thing…”

                “I don’t want a wealthy man to take care of me,” you whispered to yourself, knowing that your mother would have a hernia if she heard.

                “All you have to do is find a rich man to wed,” your mother preached. “It’s that simple, but you’re too much like your father. You would’ve been better off born as a man.”

                “That’s what you think,” you smiled at her, closing your wardrobe, “but I’ll show you, Mum. I’ll show you what an intelligent woman can do if she puts her mind to it.”

                “Is that it, Milady?” Phyllis asked, folding her hands in front of her skirt.

                “Yes,” you nodded at her. “Thank you kindly, Phyllis.”

                “Not a problem, Milady,” she bowed her head before excusing herself from the room.

                “Now, Mum, why don’t you go ready yourself,” you took her by the arm and led her out of your room, “and I’ll go see what father is up to.”

                Your mother huffed, “I swear I had a son,” before walking down the hall to her bedroom.

                You walked towards the staircase and looked around. Seeing that no one was to witness what you were about to do, you picked up your skirts and sat on the banister, sliding your way down with a giggle.

                At the bottom, you composed yourself and set out for your father’s study with a skip in your step. You couldn’t wait for your new journey to start.                                                                                    

Niall: You’re in First Class.

You sat in the window seat, watching the stable boy play with his son in the pasture. They wrestled each other in the grass without a care for their clothing or skin.

                “Y/N? Are you listening?”

                “Hmm?” you looked towards your mother.

                She frowned, “I was telling you that the carriage will be here soon to take us to Southampton. Did Amelia pack all your things?”

                “She did, Mother,” you nodded.

                “Did you make sure she packed that blue dress with the pearls?”

                “Yes, Mother.”

                “And it’s matching slippers?”

                “Yes, Mother.”

                “Good,” her frown disappeared. “I’ll have Gregory and Fredrick bring your cases outside.”

                After that, she finally left you alone, and you took it upon yourself to walk through your childhood home for the last time.

                You were traveling to America with your father and mother. You were to spend most of your time on board being courted by a man your father had chosen for your hand, without your consent, of course. You had never met the man that was to take you as his wife, but your mother promised you that he was worthy of you.

                But this wasn’t what you wanted.

                You didn’t want the rest of your life to be like your childhood. It would only be a matter of time, after arriving in New York City, before you would wed, and then you were condemned to whatever manor he chose for the rest of your life, having his children but never lifting a finger otherwise.

                You had no choice, being the daughter of a British aristocrat. Marriage was a binding contract, not a promise of eternal love.

                As you thought about what was to come, you sighed. In a few hours, you would be on the Titanic, sailing towards the rest of your miserable life.

                “Milady, your mother requests you ready yourself to leave,” your housekeeper’s, Priscilla, voice broke through your thoughts, bringing you back to reality.

                “Alright,” you picked up your skirts and made your way down the stairs. At the bottom, Butler Hans was waiting for you.

                “Thank you, Hans,” you whispered as helped you into your fur coat.

                “Your welcome, Milady.”

                “Y/N!” your mother’s voice echoed throughout the foyer.

                “Yes, Mother?”

                “Are you ready to leave?” she walked towards you in her mink coat and silk gloves.

                You nodded your head, “I am.”

                “Good,” the corners of her mouth curved. “The carriages are here, and your father is already waiting in one.”

                With that, she went outside, bidding her staff goodbye. You followed behind, but not without thanking the people that had been with you all these years.

                “Your welcome, Milady. I wish you a safe and enjoyable journey,” Hans said bowing low.

Zayn: You’re a Stowaway.

                The streets of Southampton, England, were unlike anything you had ever seen before. They were busy with people doing millions of different things.

                Horse-drawn carriages transported the rich while poor peddlers roamed the cobblestone roads, holding their dingy hands out for a shilling or two.

                What were you doing here?

                You had traveled three days by foot from your orphanage in the countryside. Your feet were black and tired, but it had been worth it.

                Soon, people would be boarding the vessel you planned to sneak on, and then all you had to do was hide out. It shouldn’t be too hard, considering the voyage would only take about a week’s time, but you still had to have a plan.

                Your plan involved constant movement and blending in with the third class passengers, which shouldn’t be too hard since you were as poor as most of them. If you just kept your mouth shut and ignored the people around you, you would be home free…in America!

                Yes, you were going to New York City to start a new life because you knew you couldn’t find one here. You were never adopted by any of the couples who had come to visit the orphanage, and now that you were old enough to marry, the director of the orphanage told you that you had to leave.

                It was your second to last night at the orphanage when you had heard a janitor and a maid talking about the “unsinkable ship” that was departing for the Americas on April tenth.

                You took the conversation as a sign of some sorts, considering you had no destination in mind when you were leaving the orphanage. So, three days ago, with a small bag on your shoulder, you left your home, knowing that once you reached Southampton and boarded the Titanic, you were going to be a stowaway.

                You wished you could’ve bought a ticket. “Stowaway” left a bad taste in your mouth, but you didn’t have time to find a job and save the money up. If you had known your new life was waiting for you an ocean away, you would have started saving years ago.

                You made your way farther and farther into the mess of people, avoiding bumping into people as best as you could.

                “Oh, e-excuse me!”

                “Oops!” you stopped, turning to look at the person you had bumped into. “I’m so sorry!”

                When he saw your face, his brown eyes lit up, “It’s okay, Miss. It was my fault for being in the way. Are you a passenger on this ship?”

                “I am.”

                “I wish you a safe journey, then,” he said with a smile before disappearing into the sea of people. 

Suga- The Perfect Present

In honor of Suga’s birthday I wrote this fic and I hope everyone enjoys it! I’m vaguely considering (and by vaguely considering I have an idea) for a full Suga Fic… Let me know what you think about that!

I fidget nervously as I hold the brightly wrapped bag in my hands. The wrapping paper is adored with balloons and confetti, but all I can do is think about how the present inside isn’t what I want to give him. The sound of the boys laughing in the next room interrupts my thoughts as the door opens and out steps the birthday boy.


“Ah ___ what are you doing out here? Aren’t you going to join the party?” Yoongi asks.


His eyes are sparkling with excitement and he has a huge smile on his face.


“Of course! I just wanted to make sure I looked my best! You know there are always cameras where you guys are involved!” I laugh of my nerves.


“Yah, you always look beautiful!” he scolds as he envelops me into a hug.


And there it is…


One of those seemingly off-handed comments that seems so innocent and yet riddled with hidden meaning.


“Is this for me?!” he asks in excitement indicating the gift in my hands.


“Nope… Why would I get you a gift… It’s not like it’s your birthday or anything…” I say sarcasm dripping from my every word.


He makes a face at me and rolls his eyes before we both laugh and I hand him his gift.


“Of course it’s for you!”


“Well I was wondering who I was going to have to be jealous of…” his voice is serious even with his teasing edge, like he really doesn’t like the idea of me buying presents for anyone but him.


“I hope you like it… I didn’t know what to get you since you refused to tell me what it is you wanted!”


“I did tell you what I want… I want to spend my birthday with you… That’s enough.”


I roll my eyes due to my nerves, “You are so full of it…”


“Yah! I am not! I really am just happy you came tonight!” he says with a pout.


I send him a smile, “Me too.” I lean forward and give him a hug which he happily returns.


“Come on! Let’s go in, I’m starving!” I walk into the practice room where the party is being held.


When the other boys see me they swarm around me to greet me. Shouts of ‘Noona’ from the maknae line along with shouts of joy from the older boys, greet me as I approach them, Yoongi walks up a moment later and wraps his arms around me before resting his head on my shoulder.


“Yah! Don’t hog her! She’s all mine tonight!” he says as he hugs me from behind.


“That’s not fair Hyung!” chorus the younger boys.


“Tell them you’re mine tonight!” Demands Yoongi as he hugs me tighter.


I just shrug at them, “You heard the birthday boy…?”


They all laugh as Yoongi makes a face at them that I catch a glimpse of in the mirror and I roll my eyes. I turn around in his arms until I’m facing him, “I’m going to go get something to eat, I’ll be right back.”


He nods and let’s me go, when I do turn my back on everyone I miss the looks they all give each other; and the murmur’s of ‘it’s going to be tonight…’


I head over the table and sit down only for Yoongi to plop down beside me a moment later.


“You aren’t avoiding me are you?” he asks before he opens his mouth for a bite of food. I giggle and feed him before getting a bite for myself.


“No, I’m just hungry, I haven’t eaten today since all I’ve done is look for the perfect present for this annoying guy I know…”


“Yah… Who else are you buying presents for? I know you aren’t talking about me… I’m not annoying at all,” he says before he opens his mouth like a baby bird wanting more food.


“If you want more food, go get your own!” I pout.


“But I want you to feed it to me!”


I heave a sigh, “If you want me to feed it to you go get your own food and I will! This food is mine.”


He smiles happily as he gets up and walks over to the food table. He loads a plate down with all his favorite food before he walks back over to me. I roll my eyes in amusement as he opens his mouth for me to feed him. I pick up a piece of the beef from his plate and pop it into his mouth, he happily chews and swallows the meat before he opens his mouth for another bite. I giggle as I grab some of the noodles and feed it to him. Suddenly, he picks up the abondoned chopsticks off my plate and gets a bite of food and holds it up for me to eat. I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks as I let him feed me. The two of us sit feeding each other completely oblivious to the rest of the party going on around us or the whispers from the other guest.


When we are done eating Yoongi grabs my hand and pulls me out onto the dance floor. He shows off some of his dance moves and just acts plain silly. The two of us end up laughing along with the rest of the members as they all dance crazily. It’s really rare the guys get a chance to cut loose and act their age, so I’m really glad they have the opportunity.


Suddenly, the tempo of the music changes and a slow song comes on. I feel arms wrap around me from behind and a familiar scent tells me who it is. I turn around in Yoongi’s arms and place my arms around his neck as he squeezes me closer to him. My eyes close of their own accord as I lay my head on his shoulder and I don’t want this moment to end. However, eventually the song does end and the fast pace songs we were dancing to before pick up. I wake as if from a trance as I feel Yoongi pulling me toward the door.


“Yoongi where are we going?”


“I need to talk to you.”


“About what?”


“Us.”


I’m confused as I follow him out of the practice room and down the hallway to the studio that he frequents. He pulls me inside and closes the door behind us.


“What do you mean you need to talk ab-”


He cuts me off as his lips crash onto mine. My eyes widen in shock and I stiffen for just a moment before I relax in his grip and slowly begin to kiss him back. He pulls away briefly before I pull him back in for another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. When we pull apart for a second time, our eyes meet, and I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. He bends down and pecks me one last time on the lips.


“I never told you what I wanted for my birthday, because the only thing I want is you.”


I blush and smile at him, “Well we might be able to figure something out…”


His smile his big smile as he slowly pulls me in for another sweet kiss.

Hey all I hope you enjoyed my Suga fic! I’m still open for requests and asks! So feel free to drop your request off in the box! I’m having some serious Suga and J-Hope feels right now… Just sayin…. Or if you want drop me a line just to talk or tell me what you thought of the story! I want to talk to you! ^.^