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[kaypxz]

love, blah blah blah blah blah blah blah 🐰🕳

[lunaelemon]

The prostitute!toji AU fic is coming alive you guys 🕳🚶🏻‍♀️

A tiny snippet of the series (?) (Only if I'm able to work out a pretty theme for it. Banners and blah blah T-T)

[ask-ivory-periastron]

boring.. boring., boring! you are so very boring! blah blah order

monochrome colours monochrome actions monochrome mind,

so very grey, in a bad way! dull! and boring, have i mentioned that you are boring? its funny, actually! haha!

i never knew someone could be so... dreary.. dull.. STUPID! haha!! its actually a little bit interesting!

unlike ORDER! ...

—❔️🌀🕳🚪

(She gave a “mrrrrrrh…” in annoyance)

I am far from stupid, and your text is HORRIBLE to look at! Get some composure in there for the love of gods (funny how your the one saying that…)

come talk to me agian when your not an eyesore to read

((EDIT: HOW THE FUCK DID SHE MANAGE TO SUMMON THE SPIRAL- did it SOMEHOW hear about her Order Antics and take Personal Offense??))

[mirkysconcubinefiction]

Pretty in the Brain

Pairing: Stucky x Reader (****)

Notes: Beautiful and Brilliant reader with touches of Angst and Depression.

Summary: They wanted you because you were pretty, esthetically pleasing, you just wanted to be left alone.

Authors Note: this has been sitting in my drafts for quite some time and I don't have the heart to delete it. It ends at a 'cliffhanger' and if you want to finish this then it's up for adoption or good enough to be left as is. Sorry. 🖤🕳🖤

You were pretty.

Esthetically pleasing.

They said you made looking beautiful effortless with how you carried yourself.

Confident and without shame.

If only they knew just how much you hated your reflection, the wanting looks were tiring and the jealous sneers exhausting but you were smart and that was fine.

Better than fine with 2 degrees and summa cum laude to assist you in getting into a prestigious firm - Barnes & Rogers. An elite pair of husband's that hired you after an excruciating journey of being their temporary assistant and climbing higher and higher.

A pretty face could only get you so far but your brain opened doors... or so you thought.

The flute of champagne twirled between your manicured fingers as your eyes shifted between the two handsome men - they were the epitome of Alpha male energy with a hint of daddy dom.

The world shivered under their gazes and bowed at their feet.

You've seen successful entrepreneur woman gush, faithful spouses remove their wedding rings, they had alot of fish in the ocean outside their office doors to choose from yet they chose you.

Their suit jackets had been removed leaving them in their vests and button up sleeves rolled up showing off their arms - you were a sucker for hands and arms.

Barnes had the top buttons of his shirt undone and tie tossed somewhere showing off a touch of chest hair. Rogers sat on his desk with his square glasses, lazily tugged tie and arms crossed showing off the broadness of his frame.

For a moment you wondered who owned who, both men were obnoxious in their affection, you've caught them many times in blush worthy positions and even a few times with others.

They had no shame.

Was it all for show?

Did it matter?

You lift the glass to your lips, lipstick leaving a smudge of color and feighn a sip, licking off the expensive bubbles from your lips. It was supposed to have been a sip to a job well done, the countless hours, a big win you'd get your name on to help further you career, but instead it tasted bitter and a salute to the end of your career.

"What do you say ****?"

Rogers has a coy smile, there's desire in his eyes, he holds your gaze and it does absolutely nothing. Your heart doesn't flutter, a broken heart is a dull weight, it matches the heavy weight of depression you've battled against since college.

"We can be so good doll." Barnes tries and had you not been on the verge of tears you would have rolled your eyes at the name.

You were pretty.

Esthetically pleasing.

It was why you were hired... it hurt.

To think you gave up your social life for a career you believed you were good at. It didn't matter how pretty you looked, what mattered was your brain, your GPA, your academic achievements and blah blah that attracted the firm to you.

Swallowing down the emotion you stood and looked between the two men, "It's been a long day," your eyes burn and it pushes you to turn away and walk to the door, "Good talk gentlemen."

"****!" Both men call out to you but you ignore them and pick up your jacket and bag from the empty secretary desk that had once been yours, setting down your champagne flute, and made your way to the elevator.

It was late and the offices were empty, you had never been afraid to be alone with either of your bosses but them confessing their desire to fuck you made you hyper aware and with shaky fingers you reach for your mace.

The elevator doors were a polished gold that remained stubbornly closed.

"We want you ****, for a long time now." Rogers poured himself another round of champagne.

"You're all we could think of some night." Barnes chugged his flute that probably cost more than your rent.

"Every dam minute." And Rogers gaze rakes over you like you've seen him do to his partner.

"It doesn't have to change our working relationship princess, we know you're not a harpy."

"You're beautiful not cruel and we know you'll be good for us."

They took turns speaking, "We knew the moment we saw you that you would be perfect for us."

"****!" The memory flits away when your name bounces off the walls, an echo in the empty building.

The elevator was taking way too long and you jabbed at the button again and again.

"Christ **** what is wrong with you?" It was Barnes and he sounded annoyed, you gripped your mace and unclipped the cap. "Running isn't your finest moment." With a ding the elevator doors open, "Come back and we can talk like fucking adults." He grabs your elbow and you gasp at being manhandled and the bite of pain from his grip.

His scowl smooths over - no doubt you looked ugly as sin with tear tracks ruining your makeup - and on instinct you sprayed him in the face.

He screamed.

You jumped into the elevator and stabbed at the buttons as you did your best to breathe through the pain from the mace mist hitting you as well and the fear of being manhandled. Running through the lobby and to the parking garage wasn't your finest moment, slipping on the polished floor and landing in a heap reminded you, you weren't wearing your shoes having taken those killer heels off the moment you could, but you ran nonetheless to your car.

Petrified you peeled out of the garage and into New York traffic knowing your career came to an end - no one told them no.

No one but you and your mace.

.

Your resignation letter was met with silence.

Sharply at 6 am you watched from your bathroom window as your company car was towed.

There was silence from your work colleagues- not one curious soul reached out and you were grateful on that front.

The anxiety didn't ease as you didn't leave your apartment until you absolutely had to, so sure that something bad would happen to you. You knew your former bosses had connections and were petty assholes... it wasn't like you to be so scared but you were.

Maybe they'd leave you be.

Maybe they'd hire someone to hurt you, or worse kill you.

You really needed to stop watching your crime shows but you had given yourself time to sit and let the dust settle before trying to find another job.

Going outside with the sun shining and crisp autumn air was refreshing. The baggy hoodie and overalls helped hide you away and your baseball cap did the trick. At least you thought you looked unassuming as you grocery shopped at your corner bodega and hit a Cafe for a latte before heading back home.

There was no cause for alarm when you made it to your door and unlocked the extra set of deadbolts you had installed. Your apartment was as warm and quiet as you had left it. A few steps in you paused when you saw a giant bouquet of flowers that sat on your chipped kitchen island.

Roses, lilies, and orchids.

Delicately tied with a ribbon but the flowers weren't the only thing sitting like royalty.

"Get the fuck out." You were tempted to chuck a potato at the pair of men sitting on your stools with a deck of cards between them as if they were impatient for your return. As if they had the right to demand your time let alone break and enter into your home.

"We're here to talk."

Your body turns, there's a gun hidden...

"If you're looking for that gun under the cushion it's gone." Steve says casually.

"And the one in your bedroom," Bucky picks up a card from the deck, "All of them really. You have quite a collection doll."

It's the audacity really, the absolute gall, to think you weren't prepared for murder and to hide a body.

Bodies.

The groceries thump on the floor and you make your way to the decorative umbrella holder and pull out your impulse purchase after too many spy movies. The head of the umbrella thumps on the ground but in your hand you grip the handle of a sword.

"What the fuck."

"Shit."

Both men weren't expecting a sword and eyed you warily.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." Each word is pushed through gritted teeth.

"****..." Roger tries but you're absolutely done with them.

"Get out!" They jump back as you step closer, it wasn't a spacious apartment by any means, this was New York. The beautiful bouquet is beheaded with one swipe of your sword, proving the dam thing was sharp and not just a prop.

Their eyes go wide and for once you see the two men you had looked up to at one point show fear. It was a powerful moment broken only by something tugging at your pants legs... you look down only to see what looked like a rat try to claw up your leg. A wrinkly looking thing with wide eyes and pointy ears, it wasn't a rat, worse, it was a kitten.

With one hand you plucked the thing from your leg and your heart all but melted when it let out a cry. "Poor baby..." looking to the two men you glared, "Animals are not allowed you dimwitted twits. Is this a bribe? Are you trying to bribe me?"

"Put the sword away." Barnes begs.

"No!" You hug the poor thing close to you, "Breaking and entering is a crime."

"So is murder!" They both shout.

"Self defense. I know my fucking rights and I have the right to defend myself from the likes of both of you!"

"We're not here to start trouble ****..."

"Stuff it Steve. Both of you leave, I have the right to use this sword to gut you if I feel threatened and seeing as there are two men with double my muscle mass I feel in the mood to cut something off."

You took great pleasure watching the two men crab walk, hands in the air, out of your apartment. The door was quickly slammed in their face and locked... what the absolute fuck was wrong with them?

How was this your life?

What do you do now?

Holding the kitty closer you wandered around do your apartment packing a bag, you needed to leave, it wasn't safe for you here.

Kinda shitty place to end this but I'm all for the suspense of *gasp* what happens next... and to that I say, you decide.

Do you keep up the vibes of "you can both fuck off and die" or "know what, if you beg nicely I'd let you both be my Mister's."

I like both.

I'd take both.

The muse is lost on this one sadly. 🖤💋🖤

[pumpkinsy0]

for @irltwobjt bc they wanted more if the cafe au🕳💨👨🏽‍🦽

•angela just rlly like caffeine and likes coffee so when she heard there was a new cafe opening she was excited

•UNFORTUNATELY shes also not going outside to get it bc shes tired, and why do everything urself when u have an older brother💪🏽💪🏽

•so she told curly to go get her a drink or else shes telling tim about that time he snuck out and came back high💯💯

•TIME SKIP TO WHEN CURLY GETS THERE but blah blah blah he sees a cute barista named ponyboy and they get right into flirting cause said so

•anyways the cafe is kinda like starbucks and when curly gave pony his name and pony gave him his order curly noticed his name was fucking spelled “kurlee” and thought it was the funniest thing ever

•BUT YEA curly started randomly heading to the cafe even when angela didnt ask him to just to see pony and time and time again bc hes funny and cute, dont lie, u would too

•also bc he just wanted to see how many more times pony could absolutely fuck up his name (hint hint, its a lot)

•so curlys always looking at the cups to see it right, and one day curly notices that theres a bunch if numbers on the cup right next to his name and he realizes that its ponys number and when he turns around to look at pony ponys smiling and YEA, purly🚼

this is suppose to b a one shot more than anything else tbh