#...damn i want a caramel frappe now

[whyse7vn]

OLD YOONGI -

[ min yoongi x reader ]

YOONGI :3

you have 1 miss call from yoongi :3

yoongi: i’m killing myself

you have 2 miss calls from yoongi :3

yoongi: do you want me to kill myself?

y/n: send a picture of ur face rn

yoongi: why didn’t you answer??

y/n: shut up and send

yoongi: why?

y/n: cuz i asked

yoongi: you demanded

y/n: ur into that

yoongi: shut up

y/n: :p

ur face

rn

pls

yoongi: no

ur just gonna say something weird

y/n: i won’t

yoongi: whatever

y/n:

got me twiddling my thumbs and shit🥰

ur such a cutie

let’s do a blood bond

no joke i’m so hard rn

yoongi: …

y/n: want proof????

yoongi: talk to me like a normal girlfriend

y/n: hello amazing beautiful boyfriend

yoongi: ew???

y/n: pookie??

yoongi: leave me alone

y/n: you literally called me?

yoongi: and you didn’t answer

y/n: just say ur obsessed with me…

yoongi: going to the coffee shop

y/n: WITHOUT ME???

fucking snake oh my god

yoongi: what do you want??

y/n: 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

yoongi: ur making me sick

y/n: stop being mean to me

yoongi: sorry :3

what do you want pretty

y/n: your mouth against my mouth

yoongi: ok bye

y/n: boooo ur boring

yoongi: don’t be upset with me when i come home with no coffee for you

y/n: what are you getting

yoongi: vanilla latte

7 espresso shots

y/n: bro????????????????

you might as well do cocaine what the hell

yoongi: who is bro?

y/n: i want to fuck u rn

btw

if you didn’t know

now you do

yoongi: ur real strange

y/n: i can be strange in bed

yoongi: no thanks???

y/n: just tell me to shoot myself in the head fuck

yoongi: wtf are you even talking about rn

y/n: yoongi don’t you get tired of pretending ur not deeply in love with me and would literally ask how high if i said jump

yoongi: what do you want from this fucking coffee shop oh my god

i’m almost there

y/n: ur so in love with me it’s actually overbearing

yoongi: i’m blocking you

y/n: what would you do if i kissed namjoon

yoongi: ????

why would you do that??

stop asking me stupid questions

y/n: i just want to know

yoongi: stop talking

y/n: if i stop talking that means i’m dead

yoongi: i can’t wait till that day comes

y/n: ummm what the hell

ur literally gonna die first

ur 30……

yoongi: how do you know i’m gonna die first

you god or something??

y/n: baby ur 30

yoongi: i’m aware

y/n: im gald you understand

yoongi: ?

whatever

getting u a iced caramel frappe thing ok??

don’t want it don’t care

y/n: when he knows ur order 😍

yoongi: nvm i’m not getting it for you actually

y/n: when he’s broke and ugly 🤬

yoongi: 😐

y/n: i’ll lick you head to toe

i lied i’m sorry

ur not ugly

AT ALL

yk that baby

yoongi: but i’m broke?

y/n: maybe idk

you not wanting to buy me the drink says a lot….

yoongi: whatever don’t care anymore

y/n: you’re a liar

you literally almost cried just now

yoongi: no i didn’t

y/n: you did

yoongi: not

y/n: i love u

yoongi: ok

y/n: say it back stupid bitch

yoongi: i love you

y/n: <3333333333333333333

yoongi: this is toxic

y/n: me and namjoon are toxic

yoongi: there is no you and namjoon

y/n: can i dream in peace

yoongi: shut up

cuz what if i said

y/n: NO DON’T SAY ANYTHING

OH MY GOD IM GONNA TJROW UP

DONT PLS -£/££/£2&:&:£:£.£

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😞😞😞😞😞

BABY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ILL LITERALLY CRY IF YOU SAY ANOTHER WOMANS NAME

yoongi: but you can talk about namjoon??

idk this doesn’t seem fair love :/

y/n: don’t even know a namjoon

is that a fruit or something????????

yoongi: that’s what i thought

y/n: shut the hell up

yoongi: :3

y/n: random question but are you single lol

yoongi: no

y/n: damn that’s crazy

i hope she dies

yoongi: me too

y/n: WOOOOOWWWWW

yoongi: idk what you expect me to say

y/n: dni rn

yoongi: ok

y/n: ur interacting i told you NOT to

fucker

ok

good

stupid idiot loser bitch

UGH

sighs

so like…

*tucks hair behind ear*

you come here often?😍

don’t ignore my flirting what the hell

yoongi: what do you want from me

y/n: some love and appreciation would be nice idk..

yoongi: at the coffee shop standing in line now

y/n: bet the way you standing is hot as hell

yoongi: ??

tf is actually ur issue

y/n: don’t ?? me

ur making me look insane

yoongi: you are insane

y/n: this yoongi would never treat me

like this

yoongi: ew

never show me that again

y/n: but you look so silly and edible :33

i remember the day you took this so clearly

you sent it to me and begged me

to tell you if it was ok to post or not

SIGHSSSSSSS

wow miss old yoongi

now ur just a slut whose naked all the time

yoongi: i am not naked all the time

y/n: SIGHSSSSSSS

what happened to my little lover boy

who would tell me he loves me 475 times a day

yoongi: i tell you i love you all the time

y/n: ok but you say it like i have a gun to ur head

yoongi: i love you

y/n: not convinced

yoongi: whatever

y/n: SIGHSS

the old yoongi wouldn’t of given up so easily

yoongi: i love you there is literally nothing more to say

y/n: old yoongi would have more words

yoongi: i reallllly love you

y/n: SIGHSSSSSSS

yoongi: babe…

y/n: looks left looks right

sighs

yoongi: you are great

i love you

i appreciate you

i want to kiss you

y/n: i could cry

best day of my life

i’ve never seen you this emotional yoongi

kinda off putting

you on ur period or something 💀

yoongi: ?????????????

stop talking to me

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[sideeve]

can you do a miles e42 fix based off of broken clocks by sza

U LUV ME | with 42!miles

— it’s been 3 years since you’ve dated him. why he still talking about you like you together ? i’m not officially back but i just LOVE this concept. and i love sza🤭 ex!miles, both characters are like 17-18, reader has a younger sister, simp!miles fr, reader is still in love with miles but is stubborn, probably makes no sense whatsoever

“ma,” miles kneeled in front of you. “i’ll do anything to win you back. swear. i’ll drop the prowler job. anything.” his hands were wrapped around your legs as he begged for you to take him back.

“you swear?” you pull him up, he now towers over you. “swear.” his lip inch closer to yours “i lo—”

“WAKE THE FUCK UP!” your sister, nicknamed yaya, repeatedly hits you in the face with a pillow. “damn. i’m up, i’m up.” you sit up as she hits your back.

you grab the pillow, throwing it in her face. “i said i’m up.” “mama said you better be ready in 10 minutes or you’re gonna have to find another ride to work.”

you turn your head, looking at the clock.

it read 9:45.

shittt.

“get out so i can get dressed.”

*time skip*

you had barely made it in time for work. “hi, welcome to [ insert favorite cafe ], how can i—get out.” your voice was quickly filled with hatred. “chill, ma. i just wanted coffee.” the boy laughs. “not from here. go.”

you refused to serve him. you knew what was to come next.

“i miss you.”

“my mom won’t stop talking about you.” know well it was just him ranting about how he wanted you back.

“i want—”

“you want a caramel frappe, no whipped cream, a chocolate chip, warmed. i remember.” you deadpan. “i want something else.” your brows raise in shock, “so you have changed.”

“you.”

you groan. you bit your tongue, trying so hard not to yell at him to get out of your store. “i take that back.”

after completing his order, you slid him the drink and cookie, “that’ll be 12.65. cash or card?” he slid you a 50. “keep the change.” he walked off, sipping his newly made drink.

*time skip to the next day*

the day before was stressful. you had karens upset bc you didn’t give them a drink at 75 degree exact, too many customers, not enough staff. it was a miracle you made it out alive.

your sleep once you got home was well deserved. it was peaceful.

until the next morning. your phone was blown up by your best friend trying to get your attention.

[ name ] ! when did u and miles get back together ?

[ name ] girl wake the fuck up.

i know you see these messages. don’t make me come to your house.

answer me hoe😡

you quickly unlock your phone,

“tf r u talking abt?”

he posted on his private story. sum abt “when you two talk it out and cuddle” some shit like that. the caption had you name on it

your head hangs low when they sent the screenshot.

this motherfucker is really delusional.

“we never got back together. tf is he on?”

you threw on some clothes, storming your way to miles’ house.

you knew his mother had work at this time so you have no mercy to his front door. “miles, open this fucking door. imma kick it down.” your tone let him know you were pissed. he opens the door, “what are you mad about ma?”

you raise your phone at his face. “what is this?” he leans back, getting a good look at it. “oh, i was letting people know you’re mine.” you tilt your head, eyes squinted. “are you fucking crazy? what part of “we’re broken up” do you not understand? we ain’t together. end of story.”

he laughs, making you more upset. “that’s what you think. why do you think no one has asked you out yet?” he smirks. “because they know that you’re mine. anybody who wants you gotta go through me first. and you and me both know that’s not gonna end well.” he snickers.

“miles—” “i’m not done.” he cuts you off. “look, i know me being the prowler affected our relationship. but i’m done with that. completely. i’m focused on you right now. i’m tryna do better for you.” he suddenly wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

“i’m yours.”

you smirk at him. “and how do i know you don’t have any hoes in your phone right now?” “be reasonable right now.” he smile drops, his nostrils flaring. “okay, i was joking.” you laugh.

“so, what’s this mean ma?” you purse your lips, “i guess we can get back together.” he grins, pulling you closer. “you don’t know how much i missed you. and this ass—” his hands squeeze your ass before you smack his hands away.

“i can always change my mind, miles.” “okay, i was just kidding.”

[iplayghoul]

i know im supposed to finish that ghost fic, but i kept thinking ab piss kink wit onyankopon. stay wit me now!

ony's the typa nigga to not have a thing for feet at awwl, but will suck on ur pretty toes when he sees u got them done, just bc its youu

so the piss kink conversation was nothing in depth really! but it starts off spending the day at the mall wit him, you had water with breakfast, grabbed a caramel frapp as you started your shopping adventures with him and got some sprite wit your lunch that almost killed u !!

its nnottt long at all b4 u gotta get to the bathroom :3 the first time u ask ur like "ony can u hold my bags for me, i gotta go pee real quick babe." and its a simple question really, ur handing ur bags over to him already but he doesnt take them, he just says "nah, lets go," and suddenly youre... a bit shellshocked lmfao. but he has you walking into the next store like nothing happened.

within another hour, your feet hurt and youre ready to gtfo this damn mall :( and ur bladder is holdin on by a thread too ! ur bouncin on the balls of ur feet and bouncing your legs restlessly as you hold ur pee, literally throbbing from the sensitivity 😭😭

so u ask him again, "ony bae, i really needa go piss, come on." this time he stops n looks u in the eyes, rubbing your arms calmingly and says, "you can hold it, can't you mama? you're a big girl u can do that f'me. cant you?" ur eyes are glossed overrr the ache is honestly unbearable so within the next 20 minutes yall are finally getting home.

when u guys get back to ur apartment, ur rushinnn to ur bathroom so quick, but ony grabs you by the arm, lightly pushing u to just sit on the bed and u bounce restlessly on the bed, ur piss just on the edgeee ready to come out >>:( u cant help but mumble questions at him, getting irritated but he remains calm and only smiles, drawing his fingers between ur legs to put pressure on ur clit. he rubs hard circles on you and now youre torn between focusing on the stimulation to your clit and trying not to piss all over him and the bed.

he's soo sneaky and skillful honestly, he's holding you down with one arm while the other is working you hard and slow, letting your clit harden and puff out below his thumb and his eyes are glued to yours, except all you can do is stare at his thumb's work. as if that would help u stop yourself from peeing :/

i like 2 think that ony is quite mean, but hes so soft and casual about it, he gets away with it so easy. because its only a matter if time before he has two long fingers in your pussy, together with his thumb on your clit and now you're gripping that arm so bad 😭 eyes teary and can never be drawn away from observing his hands on you.

its sinister honestly the way he so slowly strokes your g-spot with his clean cut and trimmed nails. and then he's getting on his knees... everything speeds up and suddely your tapping his arm quick, panicked telling him to stop before you cum. n squirt all over him. his eyes remain trained on yours, revelling in the way your eyes frantically move from his to his fingers and back to his😭😭😭 "mmm, u cant handle dat?" he mumbles, onya's so mean to u >_< you're speechless honestly, this day didnt go how you expected it.

but, ur dripping down his palm, tears mimicing it the same way on your cheeks and then youre cuming hot and heavy . u swear warmth washes over your entire body and your thighs squeeze around his hand and ony's fingers never fuckin stop . orgasming so damn hard your tummy started to cramp up and ur legs stiffened up baaad in that position. "let it go baby, c'mon mama. been such a good girl f'me."

and jus like that, u let go, piss n squirt, whatever the fuck it is spraying in a hot, relieving stream onto his face just like he wanted, he gives ur lower lips a few kisses n licks :<< then going slack jawed, cupping ur cunt wit his mouth while u spasm and moan above him. lettin u full his mouth up real good :)

[endlessthxxghts]

Congrats on 1.5k, you so deserve it! 🩷

Can I get a coffee? ☕️ I am a huge caramel fan and chai lattes are a favorite! I usually get caramel frappes or chai tea lattes at Starbucks. I love Carmel and cinnamon and like my coffee super super sweet!

Thank you so much, Jamie!🥹🩶

You are speaking my language omg!!! Literally what are the chances??? I'm freaking addicted to caramel and chai (if you like both of them separate, you’ll like them together too.. hint hint🤤) !!!! Because of my two favs also being yours, I'll recommend you two drinks!! A sea salt caramel espresso or a dirty chai. I usually don't buy my coffee (and when I do it's not Starbucks LOLZ), so I'll give you a lil description below on how I would make these!!

For the sea salt caramel, I would brew a double shot, but before I'd do that, I would put caramel and a pinch of sea salt in the cup for the espresso shots to brew over it. The coffee will be hot, so it'll melt nicely when you mix it in!! My preference varies, so sometimes I'll drink it straight up like that, or I'll top it off with oat milk (the extra creamy version). Alternatively, the Torani brand sells a sea salt caramel syrup and it's SOO yummy. I use this when I want my coffee to be done faster lol. Also, please note: measure to your taste and it'll taste good with whatever milk you use (slightly thicker/creamier gives a better texture in my opinion)!

Second, the dirty chai! It’s a chai latte with an espresso shot added to it. Being really obsessed with the “art” of coffee (neurodivergent brain), when I found out people were doing this, I was so weirded out. But my motto is to never diss something without trying it. So that’s what I did, and— Oh. My. Gosh. I loved it so damn much!😩 My go to coffee spot right now is the coffee shop ran by students at my university and the hospitality department, and they get their beans sourced from my FAVORITE local coffee shop where I live!!!! It’s the best ever. I get so sad the rest of the world can’t taste their yumminess🤤 ANYWAY, sorry I’m getting side tracked. You could go to a coffee shop (maybe not Starbucks 😭) and if they offer a chai latte, just simply ask them to add an espresso shot into it!! Some coffee shops are already putting this mixture into their menus and will most likely label it as a dirty chai, so just be aware of that. :) As far as me making it, I haven’t perfected my chai recipe yet, so I usually just wait until I’m on campus if I’m craving this drink 😭 LOL

If you do end up trying either of these, please do let me know what you think!!🩶

Come celebrate 1.5k followers with me! ->

[aajjks]

TPOL!JK

“oh, congratulations though” you say and proceed to type on your laptop more. you’re overlooking the paperwork your boss told you to have ready when you get back from your vacation and so far, it’s looking good. after jungkook is finished ordering a coffee for himself, he begins to stare at you.

he’s taking in your features, from your lashes, to your focused eyes, and even the small beauty marks littered on your face. not to mention how pretty you look with glasses on and you’ve been wearing them a lot lately.

he then brings up your mother to drive up a conversation between the two of you and you want to lie and say that she does hate his guts but your mother isn’t like that. “i mean, i told her everything about us so she probably did hate you but not anymore. she loves too hard to hate and thanks. i’ll tell her you said that” you say and when it looks like he’s not saying anything else, your eyes go back to the screen.

but then he asks you about LA and why you never went. you hear his tone rising to capture your attention, which it does. the waiter gives jungkook his caramel frapp and leaves the both of you alone again. “we didn’t end over an internship. we broke up because of your smart-ass comment. i didn’t go to LA because i wanted no ties to you or your crazy father so i redid my mother’s paperwork in switzerland, and now i’m her sole provider”

you sigh as a way to calm down and when you do you look at jungkook who hasn’t even touched the drink he ordered. “my mother has talked about repaying you for taking care of her and i was hoping you could tell me what you want or if you would like a check with all of the money you spent on the both of us?”

“you don’t have to decide now but” you hand him a card with the name ‘Aria Walker’ on it “you can send it to my lawyer and we’ll handle it”

Jungkook scoffs when you give him the card, but nonetheless, he takes it because he might get to touch your hand, and he does.

And damn does it feel good… “I know what I want in return yn. It’s not money that I want.” He has to try, and this time he’s not going to back off.

Jungkook looks at you, thinking deeply, because you might throw either your laptop or water bottle at him after you hear his wish.

“Go out with me.” He says, confidence lacing in his tone, he doesn’t really care if you throw anything at him, he’ll take the blow happily. “And I know you’re going to refuse so it’s not money that I want and I don’t want you to pay me back for anything I did for you or your mother. If you really want to settle everything between us, just go out with me once that’s all I ask for.”

“One night.”

[stokesy55]

This might be a major throwback but does VK have a job in stalker Pat fic? Since he's in college, he might have a part-time job somewhere, as a barista or something. Let's assume he is a barista for Starbucks or somewhere 😂 Anyways, Pat comes to the cafe during VK's shift, without fail, everyday. Initially, he orders a coffee or two to keep himself occupied, to at least pretend that he's not here just to harass the cute barista behind the counter 😂 VK just rolls his eyes in the beginning, gets his coffee and does his best to ignore him otherwise. Pat is harmless anyways. All he does is wolf whistle at VK, flirt with him, make suggestive comments. Occasionally, Pat's smacked VK's ass as he walks past. But that's it. It's not ideal, but VK doesn't think it'll get worse. He's confident Pat won't have the guts to do anything worse in public.

Or so he thinks. As Pat's obsession becomes creepier and creepier, he starts turning up at the cafe just to keep an eye on VK, being all possessive. "He's my boyfriend!" He announces loudly to the cafe at large, giving an intimidating glare to the girl whose order VK is currently making. "So don't even think of flirting with him. Take your coffee and get out." The girl squeaks under Pat's glare and rushes out, without waiting for her coffee.

VK is very disturbed, and asks Pat to stop multiple times, but he just doesn't listen. It gets even worse actually. Pat starts turning up at the cafe and accuses VK, yells at him for flirting with different customers. As if he's his boyfriend. And it all reaches boiling point one day.

VK is just doing his job when Pat storms into the cafe, pulls out a stool and plops down. "Happy now, honey?" He glares at VK. "I could be at home doing my homework or something productive like that, but instead I have to come here and waste my time making sure my slut of a boyfriend isn't flirting with anyone."

VK exhales, his patience frayed. "We've been over this a hundred times. I'm not your boyfriend. Even if I was flirting with anyone, which I am not, it is not any of your business." He turns away before Pat can reply. "How may I help you sir?" He smiles brightly at the next customer in his line, a student, spotty and gangly, wearing glasses and checkered shirt two sizes too large for him.

Pat sneers at VK. "Look at you, smiling at a random stranger until your mouth about falls off. Shameless slut!" he spits at him. Then he addresses the student, with a similar sneer. "Don't feel flattered, he flirts with everyone who walks in here. You're nothing special."

The guy scratches his ear, awkward and embarassed. "I really don't care. I just want a coffee real quick."

VK ignores Pat and asks, with his usual polite smile, "Which one would you like sir?"

"Show him your teeth again and I'll knock them out." Pat warns him from his stool.

VK rolls his eyes. "Oh go to hell, Pat. You don't own me." He begins reciting the coffees they serve in a loud voice. "Uh, we have espresso, iced americano, cold frappe, caramel macchiato, chocolate mocha, flat white, pumpkin spice latte, cinammon--"

Pat cuts him off. "Shut your mouth! There's a menu right behind you! You don't need to read it aloud! He's not blind or illiterate! Just take his order and start making it! Why do you feel the need to make conversation with every customer that turns up? Bloody whore. Shut your trap and get on with the damned order before I actually lose my temper!"

VK is on the verge of losing his own temper. "If you can't keep a civil tongue in your head, I'm afraid I'll have to call security and throw you out." He warns, keeping his voice even with difficulty.

"I'd like a chocolate cappuccino please," the student requests with mounting mortification.

VK moves away to prepare the order. He glowers at the poor coffee throughout, splashing in ingredients with little care, his mind wondering on how best to get Pat out of the cafe before he causes another scene. He remembers what had happened last week. God, it had been a nightmare. He's barely paying attention to the preparation of the coffee, so it's no surprise that when he returns to the counter and gives it to the customer, he complains, haltingly, "Excuse me, but I wanted a chocolate cappuccino, not a chocolate mocha."

VK blinks, then smiles tremulously. "My mistake. I'll get you another one." The student hands the cup back to him.

Before VK can retract his hand, Pat is up in a flash, and his hand is closing like a vice around VK's wrist, preventing any and all movement.

"Pat! What the hell do you think you are doing?! Let me go!" VK looks up at Pat in outrage, twisting uselessly in his grip. Coffee sloshes over the brim of the cup and onto the counter.

Pat glares at him, breathing heavily. "Tell me the truth. You messed up his order on purpose, didn't you? You wanted to flirt with him more? What were you planning to do, give him your number with the next cup?"

"You've gone mad!" VK exclaims, panting as he tries to release himself. His wrist is going to be bruised by tomorrow.

The student seems to have had enough of the drama. "Excuse me sir," he wades into the argument. "But you should stop. What you're doing is nothing short of harassment and violence. I'll have to report you unless you take your hands off that poor barista."

It's brave of him, but he picks the wrong fight. "Shut up! Don't tell me what to do with my own boyfriend! I'll show you violence!"

In one swift motion, Pat's releases VK's wrist from his grip, bunches his fingers into a fist and swings at the poor student. A grunt of pain is heard and a pair of glasses go flying.

Before VK can blink, a brawl has started on the cafe floor. Well, it's not actually a brawl. It's just Pat beating up the poor guy who tried to come to VK's rescue. VK shouts himself hoarse, struggling against Pat, trying to pull him off the guy before he can do serious damage. It takes him only a few minutes to succeed, but it feels like an eternity. By the time he succeeds though, the poor guy is bleeding and bruised and unconscious and definitely needs a hospital bed.

The next day, when VK pulls in to work, his manager is waiting for him, expression grave. "I heard your boyfriend beat up a customer yesterday?"

VK winces. "He's not my boyfriend, he's obsessed with me, it's not the first time he's followed me to work. I don't know how he got this idea into his head that we're dating but--"

The manager raises a hand for silence. "Your personal life is none of my business. What goes on in this cafe and what happens with the customers in it is though. Answer the question. Did this boyfriend, stalker, whatever of yours beat up a customer yesterday? And there was that deal with another customer last week too, wasn't there?"

VK nods meekly. "Yes, but--"

The manager cuts him off. "You understand that we can't let someone endanger our customers' safety like this? And this is the second time in two weeks this has happened."

VK nods again, sheepish.

The manager looks a mixture of awkward and sympathetic with her next words. "You would understand then, if we decided we don't require your services from today onwards?"

VK gapes. "You're firing me? But why? I didn't do anything wrong! I'm not the one who beat anyone up! It's not my fault he's obsessed with me!"

"I understand," replies the manager. "But we gave you a chance to rectify things after last week. After that debacle, you promised you'd make sure this guy doesn't interrupt proceedings here anymore. It's been a week and I haven't seen any visible improvement. In fact, the situation has worsened to the point it has compromised upon your professionalism. I just can't have people coming into my cafe and beating up my customers because they've taken a fancy to one of my baristas. I gave you one week to take care of things yourself. You failed. So I'm taking charge and my way of taking care of things is to decide you no longer meet our standards. You don't need to come to work any longer."

All of VK's further protests fall on deaf ears.

So essentially VK loses his job because of Pat. 🤭😂

I can see elements of this working - I like the idea that Pat starts showing up at VK’s work, but I more like that that’s when he starts realising Pat isn’t just being friendly anymore

I don’t think Pat would be that outspoken when he’s trying to get VK to himself, his play would be more isolating, not making a big scene like that.

I think if he loses VK his job it’s something much more like framing him for putting rat poison in a coffee or something, maybe giving someone regular milk rather than oat when they have an allergy. Something that actually would be VK’s fault

[thesauruswithnowords]

Any advice for someone who struggles to finish a WIP? You've managed to write over 200K and that's astounding! How did you keep with it? I always get another idea that just NEEDS to be worked on!

I'm honestly not the best person to ask this I think, because I do take long breaks, and since I have school and I don't get paid to write fanfiction, I don't force myself to write when I have no inspiration/can't concentrate, and so on.

But over all, making an outline for the plot and cutting anything superfluous can really help you finish a work that's dragging on. Making an outline before you write your fic can also help you see if it's something you actually wanna finish. Most fanfic writers write for themselves first and foremost, because they want to read those specific stories, but since no one else have written them they are forced to do so themselves. And that's great. It's wonderful to see your own story unfold-- sometimes in directions you didn't expect. But of course the danger is: You write the ending in your head long before you put it on paper. After that, it can feel like a chore to type out what you already know. You finished the story in your mind and got the emotional resolution... The rest is just extra work.

All I can say to this is: Try anyway. Put your work aside for a while if you have to, then reread it and maybe, just maybe, you'll get a bit frustrated when you run out of pages.

"What? That's it? But the ending!" You'll rage, before remembering: oh right, I'm the idiot who wrote this. I should totally write that ending now. Actually, I think I know how to make it better.

So that's my advice.

As for constantly starting new works? That's good! Feeling inspired to write something and doing so only results in 1 thing: You get better at writing.

Even if you never finish that particular story, leaving it to languish on your harddrive, the premise of it might be really interesting, and might be something you can use again. Or maybe, that particular scene you imagined can be tweaked and used somewhere else.

Finally: Remember that fanfiction is a hobby. If it doesn't feel fun, or it's stressing you out, making you feel guilty or making you procrastinate on work/school, then it's fine to take a break. Keep your love for it alive by having fun! Don't make it a chore.

Oh, and dubious amounts of caffeine has been known to help my focus too, but of course I would never advocate for such substance abuse *cough*... certainly not with added caramel either.

...

So yea. 👍

[airbenderedacted]

Hater: I love girls and smooching girls only. never smooched a guy never will and I do not want to. I would not lie about this.

Dominator: you literally played kissy face with the titular guy in this show idiot. wonder or whatever

Hater: WH- LITERALLY WHO TOLD YOU THAT THAT'S BLATANTLY UNTRUE????? I DON'T SMOOCH GUYS ESPECIALLY NOT HIM

Dominator: YOU SAY THIS EVERY TIME. YOU HAVE SMOOCHED MEN BEFORE LITERALLY AN UNDENIABLE FACT. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. YOU ARE GAY AND FLAMING.

Hater: name one time I gay kissed another man. I'll wait.

Dominator: you think I don’t know better than to eavesdrop when people are having gross gushy affairs? this is clearly my intuition. I know I’m right.

Hater: heh, can't even provide any evidence for your claims? highly unprofessional of you lord dominator! with that, I can confidently say this case is CLOSED

Wander: hi everybody I'm back from starzucks sorry for being late lol! ^v^ who wanted the venti vanilla caramel frappe with whip cream and chocolate drizzle again?

Hater: hi. that's mine. the venti vanilla caramel frappe with whip cream and chocolate drizzle I mean. thanks.

Dominator: ... bit of a fruity drink don't you think.

Hater: ? there's no fruit in this drink.

Dominator: ... whatever hi wanda or whatever your name is I don't care when's the last time you made out with hater over here

Wander: hm, last week I think!

Dominator: YOU CANNOT BE SERIOUS.

Hater: D-DAMN YOU TO HELL IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BERRY JERRY SEND THIS FOOL TO THE PIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Sylvia: ORDER! ORDER IN THE COURT!!!! it seems lord hater has been found guilty of gay crimes and will now be sentenced to super hell.

Hater: I- HOW COME WANDER ISN'T BEING SENTENCED AS WELL?

Sylvia: because I like him and he bought everyone starzucks. anyways have fun in super hell.

Hater: YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS WANDER!!!!

[0209bun]

Caramel Frapuccino

Barista!Sunghoon x fem!reader

When you see an unfamiliar face in your go-to café... an attractive face that makes you want to know him. But how will you approach yourself? you can't even get yourself to say proper words to people let alone a cute barista serving in your lane.

GENRE : fluffy crack kinda :p || WC : 1.1k 🤫☕

NOTE : Very self indulgent and not proofread ㅠㅠ I just thought of this while i was drinking coffee earlier HAHAHAHA anyway, i hope you enjoy! likes and reblogs will be very much appreciated <3

The sky is as clear as ever, the bright daylight reflecting through the windowed walls looked ethereal once again, the aroma of coffee filling the whole area, also adding a little to a few people either studying or whispering to one another. it was close to quiet, the place looks perfect in your eyes. your nostrils inhaling the scent to get in you. It was refreshing, every visit it always is.

you were waiting in line, casually and patiently while humming a song following to its rhythm, just minding your own business until you cut yourself off by a handsome man at the cashier that was on the same line, he looked like he was the same age as you, silver hair and his work fit makes you think that he's different from the rest of the workers in that cafe. You never saw him here before, even though it's the first time you’ve seen him, how can he look so damn perfect in your eyes?

your hues locked onto the man, it's weird to catch feelings for a person— wait no, you're not catching feelings, you just find him attractive, that's all…

and yet you couldn't stop staring, even when you look away you'd find a new way to take secret glances at him.

you want to introduce yourself to him and develop something like.. a cute friendship. though you were too shy to say a word, except if you just order something normal, but that will do absolutely nothing.

Sunghoon noticed this and caught your glance, which made you flinch a bit, going back to hiding behind the person you're standing in front of by embarrassment.

you wanted to leave, but you don't— you can't— he noticed you and ought to think you're weird now, also the caramel frappe, you need them... right now.

you stood there, hiding from him. but wait- he’s serving at the exact line as you are. how great. there are only 2 people in line in front of you, you have two options before you’re next, transfer to another line that is less than the line you are in, or stay in that line to get to talk to him. you obviously chose the second option and stayed, well what can you say? Shouldn’t waste an opportunity to talk to such a handsome lad. Then the next thing you knew…

“ uhm– miss? “

snapping back to reality you find yourself standing in front of him, on the counter, already “ o-oh? “ you stutter, processing on what's currently happening.

“ your order? “

His voice wasn’t deep but the way it suits his visage just makes you want to fall in a flood full of roses.

your mind was roaming butterflies, only leaving the words of what you wanted to order, and so you said hesitantly, “ can i get an uhm– uhm… “ you surely know what to order but you subconsciously look at the menu, squinting with your fingers under your chin, avoiding eye contact. Why are you like this? why are you this awkward?

You were just staring at the menu, your heartbeat’s rising on its way to the moon.

Then the man chuckled, you quickly turned your hues back to him, frozen in place, you noticed his nametag on his chest.

Sunghoon.. that's such a cute name.

good thing there were no people behind you cause you’re taking a bit too long to tell your order. Then you were staring at him, catching his lips that are curled upwards but only a little, it looked like a genuine smile and it made all the butterflies in your head escape. “ ...a caramel frappuccino please. Oh- and tall. “

instead of a hesitant response that just came from your mouth, it was casual. It causes the other lip to curve its edges wider, you feel like… he’s interested, hopefully.

“ alright! Is that all? i don’t expect a pretty person like you ordering something in that size. “

oh the flirty type? That felt insulting though.

you furrow your brows, thinking of a response… You feel like you can respond in these types of situations but you can't think of anything to say at the moment, well- only a few.

“ i’m not the type who orders large things and demolishes them. “

That didn't sound weird when it was in your head.

Another chuckle escapes his breath, it felt like an arrow shot your heart with a critical hit.

“ not the flirty type I see. “ Sunghoon then moved to make your order, he still manages to have a conversation with you but regardless he's an interesting person.

“ i have flirting skills, you know? ” You raised a brow, your hues still staring at the man while he makes your order. “ …my head is just… empty. ”

“ Yeah, I get it. people sometimes get nervous when talking to me ” he smirked and clicked his tongue, you laughed in response which made Sunghoon's smirk turn into an adorable grin.

“ people talk to you? ” You joked.

“ rude… the reason why i have my job in the first place. ” he answered in a playful tone. “ ..so, do you wanna sit somewhere? ”

“ oh, i don't do that, i just order a caramel frappe everytime i visit here and then baboosh. ”

Sunghoon mouthed an oh and proceeded to finish your order, with only silence filling the both of you. which you decided to break by asking him, “ i'm assuming you're new here? ”

“ No, not at all. i'm always on counter duty. ”

“ Oh… then how come I've never seen you here before..? This is the first time I've seen you on the counter. ”

“ I don't know about you.. I've been here the whole time. ”

from having imaginations earlier to talking to him, you felt comfort immediately, just by having a small conversation with someone you just met. But you still wonder to yourself, how come you never noticed him before? You were a casual customer and this is the first time you saw him.

the silver blonde male finally readied your drink, picking up a pen, “ so your name? ”

“ oh uh— Yn! ” you grinned as the other moved his hand, writing out your name, after that reaching the cup to you. “ Have a nice day, Yn! ”

“ How about putting your number in there too? Thank you. ” That suddenly slipped your mouth, but it was obviously a joke. Hoping he would see it that way also.

Sunghoon just laughed, causing you to do the same in relief. turning around to walk outside that same smile from earlier still plastered on your face, you couldn't remove it, you'd wish to be able to meet him the next time you visit. You check your cup to see if he actually wrote his phone number from what you joked earlier.

He didn't.

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[honklore]

would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!

[lovemesomesurveys]

What's your favourite type of bird? I don’t have one.  How many friends do you have on Facebook? A little over 100.  What was on the last sandwich you ate? It was just a turkey and cheese with mayo that I had while in the hospital when I was still able to eat.  What sort of music did you listen to when you were in high school? I listened to a variety except for my sophomore year during my emo phase when I only listened to that kind of music.  Do you prefer gold or silver jewellery? I like both. 

Have you ever gotten back together with an ex? Yes.  How far away is the closest store to your house and what is it? There’s a grocery store not even a 5 minute drive away.  What is your favourite Thai dish? I’ve never had Thai food.  How many contacts do you have in your phone? *shrug* Not a lot.  When was the last time you made out with somebody? Almost a decade ago.   What month of the year was your mother born? Her birthday is this month.  Do you have any friends that seem to know all the hot gossip? -- Are there any candles in your bedroom, and what scent are they? No. What tv show(s) have you been watching currently? Daredevil, She-Hulk: Attorney at Law, American Horror Stories, Surface, and Bad Sisters.  When was the last time you went to a birthday party? It’s been like 5 years. How many apps do you have on your phone? I don’t know, but quite a few.  What pet names do you use with your significant other? -- Do you have to wear a name badge where you work? -- Do you have a dress code or have to wear a uniform where you work? -- What brand is your toaster, if you have one? I’m not sure what brand it is.  Are there any movies you've seen so many times? There’s several movies I’ve seen many times.  What was the last thing you purchased with cash? Hm. I don’t remember.  Can you hear anything right now? The ASMR video I’m watching.  Is there anybody else in the room you're currently in? No. What's the name of the store you usually get your groceries? Walmart.  Does your house have a porch/balcony? No. What's your usual order when you go to a coffee shop? Depends what I’m in the mood for and what the coffee shop offers. I might try something different that they offer, or my usual go-tos such as a regular coffee with cream and sugar, a caramel macchiato, a white chocolate mocha, or perhaps a frappe.  Have you ever seen a theatre show? Yeah.  What was the last movie you saw and who did you watch it with? I think it was The Gray Man on Netflix with my mom. There’s a few movies I’d like to watch that I haven’t gotten around to, yet.  What is your mother's first name? I don’t think she wants me sharing that.  Do you like to dance? I don’t dance.  How would you describe your sense of humour? Like, corny/punny/cheesy/dad joke type of humor, ha.  What's your favourite type of bread? Sourdough.  Do you receive catalogues and brochures in your mailbox? Yeah.  What colour is the sky right now? It’s still dark, it’s only 6 in the morning.  Do you share a middle name with any of your siblings? No. Have there ever been any bushfires/wildfires in your area? Yes. In my city and nearby cities, but also my state in general suffers from various wildfires every summer.  Have you ever taken a ride in an ambulance? Yes. Most recently was a couple weeks ago when it brought me home from the hospital.  How would you label your sexual orientation? Straight.  When was the last time you took a nap during the day? Yesterday.  What did you have to eat for dinner last night? Still only having feeding tube formula. I haven’t been able to take that damn swallow test yet to determine if and what I can eat. :(  Have you ever been a member in a band? No. Are you double-jointed? My thumbs are.  What was the last thing you had to drink? Apple juice.  Do you currently have any bruises on your body? Yes.  Who was the last message you received from and what did they say? It was a text from my Nana asking how I was doing.  What colour are your eyes? Brown.   Do you consider your goals easily achievable or are they pretty grand? I’m just focusing on trying to get better or at least to a point where things are more manageable. I just want to feel better and be able to do some things again. And be able to eat again, damnit. These goals won’t be easily achievable, but I hope possible...  What's your favourite kind of accent? British and some southern accents.  What time does the sun go down where you live at this time of the year? Like around 8ish.  Do you prefer beer, wine or spirits? None.  When was the last time you ate Mexican food? Back in early May.  Have you ever watched yourself on video? Yeah. What time did you wake up today? 5AM. I’m going to try and go back to sleep after this.  What time will you go to sleep tonight? *shrug* Do you have separate emails for personal and business? I don’t have a need for a business email.  Are you the eldest, youngest or a middle child? I’m the middle kid.  What's your favourite vegetable? Spinach, potatoes, green onion, broccoli.  What colours are you wearing today? Black and blue.  Do you have a subscription to any streaming services like Netflix? Yeah, several of them.  Would you rather eat Italian or Indian food? Italian.  Are you sitting, standing or lying down right now? I’m lying down.  Have you ever missed a flight? No. Are you someone who always needs a coffee before you can function? I always had my coffee, but I’ve had to go without for 3 months, which really sucked. I can have it now, though, which is nice.  Do your neighbours have any pets? Have you ever met them? They do, but no I haven’t met them.  When was the last time you washed your hair? A few days ago.  What colour is your bedroom door? White.  Have you ever seen a lunar eclipse? No. Do you know your significant other's passwords? -- What was the last thing you said aloud? ”See ya in a few.” Do you know anyone who writes huge essays when they message you? No. What's your favourite type of salad? I just like to add hard boiled eggs, cheese, and croutons. 

[ihateeliasbouchard]

You asked for it,

Elias Imagine #02

You are sitting in a café, sipping a drink as you do some casual people watching. A well-dressed middle-aged man with a strange aura walks through the door and makes his way to the counter.

“Excuse me,” he says with a posh accent “I would like one trenta double blended mocha frappe, add a shot of espresso, hold the whip, add a pump of vanilla, extra caramel drizzle, and cookie crumbles... and do make sure it’s made with almond milk.”

“Sir,” the overworked cashier says “I am very sorry but we are totally out of almond milk right now. Can I suggest using soy milk as an alternative?”

“SOY!?” the balding customer exclaims. “YOU WANT TO GIVE ME, ELIAS BOUCHARD, HEAD OF THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE, SOY!?!”

The cashier does not know how to process this interaction. His customer service smile warps into one of fear and confusion. Suddenly, the air becomes heavy. The light in the café seems to dim, shift, and flicker. A flash of green light emits from the cashier’s eyes, quickly followed by what you can only assume is a screech of pain. This noise doesn’t process correctly. It is inhuman and far away, but lays upon your ears as if it was coming from inside of you...

However, none of that shit matters to you, oh no. All you can think about is how much of a prick this (currently glowing and levitating) bastard is. You are suddenly overcome with a sense of rage and purpose unlike anything you have felt before. Before you can think, your legs launch you across the room onto the frail body of Elias Bouchard. With a heavy wheeze and a slight crunch, he falls to the floor under your weight.

You start punching. Left, right, left, right. The heaviness in the room begins to lift as you continue to bloody the face of this horrid little imp of a man. He couldn’t just take the damn soy milk substitute, could he? The café around you begins cheering. “FUCK ELIAS BOCUHARD! FUCK THE MAGNUS INSTITUTE!” It is a glorious moment.

As you leave the café, you are showered with praise and free coffee coupons. The cashier shouts, “You’re a hero dude! You’re the fuckin’ best! Free refills for life bro!” You’re not quite sure if you deserve all this thanks, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is you got to put a superpowered demon crybaby in his place. After that public embarrassment, you really don’t think Elias Bouchard will be showing his face around these parts anytime soon.

[giorno-plays-piano]

Playing games Pairing: dark!Sebastian Stan x Reader Warning: yandere, swearing, some non-con implications towards the end. Words: 2069. P.S. JESUS CHRIST WHAT HAVE I DONE I AM A TERRIBLE PERSON I HOPE NO ONE WHO REALLY MET SEBASTIAN GONNA READ THIS ghjdfyjdfds I’m so sorry guys _____________________________________ “I asked for a vanilla latte with extra milk, not caramel cappuccino.”

You rolled your eyes at his irritated remark. You knew Sebastian wasn’t in his best mood this morning and expected him to make your day nastier just because he felt like it.

“Sorry, but I’m sure it was caramel cappuccino. You asked for some cinnamon on the top, remember?”

“No, I didn’t.” He snarled and looked at you, giving a mocha frappe to Jill, his hair artist. “I asked for a vanilla latte. If you suffer from memory loss, you’d better visit your doctor once we get back to US.”

What an asshole. Mary, who was now applying some makeup on Sebastian’s face with her beauty blenders and brushes, bit down on her lip: she had been watching how he treated you for the last 3 weeks, and it was a living nightmare. It was very odd since Sebastian was on good terms with pretty much everyone around, but you were always an exception. Why? Neither Mary nor Jill could tell. There was nothing revolting in the way you behaved around Mr. Stan, simply doing your job as his assistant. You were getting him coffee every morning, buying some personal stuff for him, managing his meetings… but you were more an errand girl, that’s true. It was surprising for most of the other people surrounding you two, but you didn’t object to your tasks. You were furious because of the way Sebastian treated you.

He was mean, unfair, irritating, and rude. You didn’t deserve it.

“Well, my voice recorder tells I got everything right.” You pulled it from the pocket of your below-knee sheath skirt, ready to press the button.

“What the fuck is that?” The man rose to his feet immediately, almost pushing frozen Mary out of his way and stepping towards you. “How many times do I have to tell you? NO. FUCKING. RECORDERS.”

He was ready to snatch it from your hands, yet you were able dodge him right on time, hiding the recorder in your pocket again.

“Ok, ok, I’m sorry, I’ll put it away!” In a second you were behind Jill’s tall figure as if you were a child hiding from a bad-tempered parent, Sebastian watching you with anger in his cold blue eyes. “I’m not going to use it. But it’s still true, you asked for caramel cappuccino.”

“Guess what? I don’t fucking care.” He growled in a low voice. “You’ll go and get me vanilla latte because it’s your goddamn job. And I want my coffee before Jill’s finished with my hair, understood?”

Watching his with clear disdain on your face, you cursed under your breath. It was freaking hot in Prague where Sebastian was filming now and getting out the second time just to run to Starbucks once more would sure ruin both your makeup and a white blouse you had been wearing. Damn it.

“God, why do you have to be such a bastard most of the time?” You snapped at him, visibly shaking with fury. “What the hell is wrong with you? Are you a closet psycho or what?”

“I’m the one who pays you, honey.” He smiled at you the same way he always did it in front of the camera and you felt sick.

You stormed off the room without having a glance back at his perfect white teeth. Sebastian Stan was the worst person you had ever met, and you were working for him, seeing him every day and listening to his orders as if you were his pet. How did it come to this? Why did he look like the most perfect human being to you six months ago? What made him behave like that to you when in reality it was him who offered you a job?

God, it was all messed up. You did not remember when things got so bad you could yell at each other in a full voice. It was actually surprising, someone like you shouting and swearing at one of the world’s most famous actors, but it was something Sebastian let you do. Like he wanted you to scream at him regardless who surrounded you whether it was his makeup artists, agents, cleaning ladies or anyone else. It was like he got off on it.

True, this job payed well, much better than the one you had before. Moreover, in these 6 months you saw more countries than you did in your entire life, travelling with Sebastian everywhere and meeting tons of new people, many of them being great professionals. It was inspiring; it made you dream of all the things you thought were impossible; it made you curious and gave you a chance to practice your networking skills.

But Sebastian was fucking blowing it. After six months of constant everyday battles filled with rage and pure hatred you had gained weight, 10 pounds to be precise. Now you were having problems to sleep, and you knew it wasn’t the jet lag.

Anyway, you spent the whole day running around the city to buy him this or that. In the evening you were so tired you could barely move your legs while Sebastian was clearly pleased seeing you like that. It probably stroked his enormous ego.

Fuck it. You didn’t deserve a minute of it. You were not going to let him ruin you for fun, just because he could it since he payed you. Why did you spend you precious time trying to please him? Sure, you still considered him one of the best actors on the planet, but the things he did to you were not ok. He wasn’t ok. Maybe he really was a psycho or had some disorder he didn’t want to treat, you had no idea. But you knew it couldn’t continue like that. It was too much.

You spent an hour writing an email and asking to be laid off. It was just a few lines, simple and professional, yet you were constantly adding and then erasing new sentences. You shouldn’t make it personal, you thought to yourself. You doubted you could leave on agreeable terms, but you needed to give it a try. Even if your last argument with Mr. Stan might be the worst of them all, it would be your last one. It was worth it.

Sighing, you decided to take a stroll before going to bed. 15 minutes wouldn’t hurt, right? You’d have some fresh air and enjoy the view of Prague’s Powder Gate – you were lucky to stay right in the center of this magnificent old city. You could make some more photos to show your friends once you return back home. It was also nice to just sit on a bench and look at the night sky full of stars.

Maybe then you wouldn’t feel so guilty for leaving Sebastian and your team.

In the end, it took you way more that 15 minutes, but your late-night walk made your thoughts clear and left no regrets about your choice. What was happening between you and Sebastian wasn’t right, and you could do nothing but leave. With so many people wishing to work for him he would get another assistant in a matter of hours, and you would get your life back. Those money you earned would keep you afloat quiet some time even if you wouldn’t be able to get a job right away.

“What is this, Y/N?”

His voice almost made you jump. Sebastian stood up from the chair in the corner of your room once you put on the lights. What the Hell was he doing here so late? How did he open the door? If he needed anything, he could simply give you a call.

Oh. You saw your little black recorder in his hand.

“I told you I won’t use it anymore.” Your jaw clenched.

“I’m not talking about this piece of shit.”

He tossed your recorder on your bed as if he couldn’t care less and moved towards you so fast you had no time to step back.

“What is this pathetic email you wrote?” Sebastian’s handsome face darkened. “Are you not right in the head? You want to leave?”

“Yes, I do. What’s wrong with that?” Your expression hardened. He dared to touch your laptop when you weren’t there. “I thought you’d be glad to know. Today you told me three times I didn’t deserve working for you, correct?”

“You know perfectly well I wasn’t serious.”

“God, I have a hard time telling when you’re serious since all you do is hating me.”

He sent you an icy glare.

“You know I don’t hate you. You just happen to bring the worst in me, dear.”

There he was again. God, were you going to have this argument right now when you were deadly tired? You hoped it could wait till tomorrow, but it was clearly not your luckiest day.

“If you want to blame me again, it’s ok. I’m the worst one. I’m a bad person and a terrible assistant.” You squeezed your eyes shut and sighed again, scratching your forehead. “I get it. What I don’t get is why you aren’t happy I’m leaving.”

“Because I don’t want you to leave. If I really hated you so much, I’d already found another assistant, but I don’t want that.”

“Listen, let’s stop playing our games just for a few minutes.” This conversation made you feel even more exhausted. “We don’t get along. You don’t like me. Why do we torment each other? I don’t even remember the last time we had a regular conversation without shouting and cursing.”

“I’m not playing games with you, dear. You do.” He had already cornered you, his face determined and somewhat unsettling. “What do you want? A raise? More benefits?”

You were ready to yell at him again.

“Did you listen to what I just said? I want to leave. I want to come home and forget about all our horrible fights. I want to have a steady and boring job back in US. Do you understand?”

“NO, I DON’T!” The man screamed at you again, and now you suddenly felt his arms clenching your shoulders painfully and winced from his touch. “I already told you to stop toying with me! After all this shameless flirting and batting your eyes you wanna tell me you’re leaving? Do you think I’m so stupid to believe in this bullshit?”

It took you a few seconds to process his words. What? Flirting? Well, you did consider him handsome and charming, who on Earth didn’t, but you had never pulled anything like that. At first, it was because of your professionalism, and then your relationships escalated so fast you knew that he hated you and you hated him. What Sebastian had been even talking about?

You felt very aware how close he was once you felt his heavy breath on your face. He never did this before.

“Listen, I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I want to leave. That’s all.” You tried pushing him back with your hands against his chest. “Please, let me go. I need to… t-to go to the kitchen.”

“You’re going nowhere, dear.” His expression darkened. “Tell me the truth. You don’t want me to treat you like my assistant? I get it, I get it, it’s fine. I can treat you like my girl in front of everyone if that’s what you want.”

“No! I – “

His put his hand on your mouth immediately, leaning in closer.

“It’s ok, I understand. I grew tired of pretending like nothing happens between us, too. You want me to let everyone now? It’s ok. I’ll post our photo on Instagram tomorrow. Is this what you want? Is this what you want?”

You tried to scream, but his grip on you was too strong as if Sebastian was really some kind of super soldier. Desperately trying to wriggle free you only got him to hold you tighter, his soft lips all over your face already wet with tears.

“It’s ok, dear. I got it.” He shushed you, trying to keep your arms together with his hand and pushing his knee in between your legs. “I’m sorry it took me so long. I understand now, so you don’t have to go. You won’t go, will you?”

You couldn’t answer him even if you wanted to.

[draganasimpsforjeff]

Hunting Dogs (proxies x reader) Chapter Three

"Yes, mom. Yes, I know. I'm aware..." You repeated the same lines over and over in  a different way each time, hoping that would tell your mom "I fucking get it" but nope she went on until you nearly shouted, "Fuck! I'm gonna be late, call you later, love you bye!" you said in all one breath, pressing the end call button and tossed your phone onto your bed.

In reality, you had plenty of time; roughly 40ish mins until you had to clock in. The events that were held last night replayed in your mind as you brushed your teeth. You began to question if it was real or maybe it was the stress of life getting to you. But you didn't think you could crack that easily from pressure, especially with as dramatic has being a witness to a innocent old man getting killed or three masked men chasing you to your home.

"Damn cold weather." you groaned, noticing a small trail of blood leaving your nose and onto your pajama shirt. You leaned forward, grabbing some toilet paper and try to stop the bleeding while searching through your closet for appropriate clothing for work. The only uniform you would have to wear was a name tag and apron.

Plugging your phone in for another few minutes as you had forgotten to charge it the night before. The current battery level was at 34%. You didn't know how long you were going to be at work and if you were gonna be granted a break or not so, it was best to charge it so you didn't die of boredom.

After a few minutes your bleeding nose cleared up and you threw away the red stained tissue into the trash, fixing your appearance in the mirror before grabbing your phone and tossing the cord away. You walk through the small hallway and downstairs to where you were able to leave your apartment. Opening the door, you peaked your head out of the room trying to see if there was anyone in the hallway.

You weren't paranoid, you just didn't really like your neighbors as they were really loud or there was a few that liked to get in your business, but it wasn't necessarily a bad type of nosy, it was more so that you were new and young in a bustling city with no family members to support you if needed.

You locked your door with your keys before stuffing them into your pocket, debating whether or not to keep them out somewhat so if something happened again it would be easier access, but there was also a chance of them falling out. Sighing, you just tucked them safely deeper into your pocket, walking down the long hallway.

Rain was drizzling down onto the sidewalks as you opened the iron gate and your shoes hit the damp concrete. You didn't know whether to be relieved or slightly bugged as a rainy day meant very slow business and you could catch up on other work, but slow day also meant having nothing to absolutely fucking do and- and that meant you were gonna be somewhat wet and cold as you walk to work and possibly from.

"Ah, the only reason why I give you business Mr. Baldwin- Y/N!" Mr. Saka gave you a frantic wave and you chuckle, giving him a slight wave. "Morning, Mr. Saka. If I didn't know any better I would say you have a crush on me." Mr. Saka howled in laughter. You weren't the type to say stuff like that to older men, but you and him had a different relationship where it was just strictly playful words and nothing else. He had no feelings for you and vice versa, you both enjoyed each other's personality and company. He wasn't a creep either, so there were no red flags either. Plus, you had to admit you were kind of scared of his wife, Catherine. Though, she was rarely joined with her husband the moment you see her you don't know how to form sentences or know if you're doing your job right. She was just a customer but she definitely gave off heavy vibes of taking charge and just seemed like that even if she was in a very good mood.

He open his mouth about to speak before the door made a jingle sound and a girl with auburn hair that looked messy, but like in a fashionable way? She quickly fixes her shirt, brushing off the nonexistent fuzz on her shirt and looks around before spotting you. "Oh! You must be Y/N! Mr. Baldwin said to talk to you when I first get here-" she grabs your hand, shaking it while remaining an intense stare into your eyes. She was smaller than you but a bit scared of how someone could have energy like this it in the morning. "Did he? Well, I don't think I caught your name. " you said, not recalling your boss mentioning her name the night previous. "It's Kristine, nice to meet you." she smiles brightly and you couldn't help but return a smile as well. Damn, she's contagious.

"Right, well, let's show you the basics around here and I'm sure Mr. Baldwin will give you a uniform and start training you. " You said and excuse yourself from the conversation you and Mr. Saka were having.

It took roughly twenty minutes showing where equipment were at the store, briefly explaining their use, where to clock in, areas around the restaurant where she would most likely be, introducing her to the other workers (which honestly she mostly did herself before you could open your mouth) where the schedule was located and explaining the cut off date for paydays and such as well as the best time to request a day off if needed. "I can take it from here, Y/N. " Mr. Baldwin said, smiling softly and you nod, walking away and breathing out a sigh of relief. It wasn't much of a chore, but you were afraid of leaving out information as that was your first time having someone go to you first and having to take on a role, plus she was very bubbly for like 8:15 a.m....without coffee or some stimulant.

Reaching the front of the store, you turned on the coffee makers and look over at Mr. Saka who was looking outside as it began to rain even harder. You sigh through your nose, grabbing a mug and pour coffee into it and grab three packets of sugar, handing it over to him. "On the house." you say and he smiles slightly, nodding in 'thanks' before tilting the cup to his mouth.

The morning process was pretty tedious and you never really liked it as you had quickly caught on when your boss first trained you. Not much was expected from you, not in a bad way, just mostly people came here for the food and no one really came in during the mornings unless for coffee or light breakfast. As of right now, there was only Mr. Saka.

Yep. Today was definitely going to be slow. You walk towards the booths and tables, pulling chairs down and cleaning the tables off a bit, hearing the door open again and three men came in, wiping their faces from water droplets. They didn't look familiar at all, but one of them seem to have notice you as the man with brown hair that was long enough to cover some of his view from you if he didn't flip his bangs away from his eyes nudges the guy next to him. You had to admit, he was sort of buff looking and had great sideburns. He looks up at the other man, glaring daggers until the third man with a stubble and very short brown hair took notice of you.

You didn't like the vibe you got from them, but you just shook it off as they were just new and you didn't know what to expect from them. You look down, avoiding their eyes before they went up to the bar, sitting down on the stools across from Mr. Saka. You stopped your progress with the tables and walk over to them. "Anything I can get for you this morning?" you ask politely, eyeing the coffee pots as they finally fill up to the white line.

"Two black coffees and-"

"Caramel frappe, extra whip cream-" The two older men look at the one who ordered the frappe with a annoyed look. "Yeah, sure, coming up." you say and went over, grabbing two of the smaller mugs for nonspecial coffee and poured the coffee into it, giving it to the two men before walking over and started making the caramel frappe. "You guys new here? I didn't recognize you." you started the conversation, hoping to confirm why you felt off with them but try your best to keep your cool.

One of them had cleared their throat before speaking, "Yeah, we moved in last night." You nod, adding the whip cream onto the coffee and caramel drizzle.  Mr Saka took his chance to speak, taking in the rain and then at the men, "I hope you didn't have to go far to get here considering the type of weather we're having today." he sighs and takes another sip of his coffee.

The man with sideburns answers him, "We live just around the corner." Your body grew goosebumps and you nearly let out a gasp, replaying the scene in your head from last night. Were they aware of what happened last night? But nonetheless, you had a feeling that a question like that shouldn't be the one you need to focus on.

Three men last night had chased you from around the corner,

three men came in and said they moved in last night and live around the corner!

You swallowed thickly, grabbing the cup and hand it over to the other man who took it almost instantly and started slurping the coffee. His eyes widen at the taste and he smiles. "This is pretty good." he says and you smile a bit more at the comment. "How convenient." Mr. Saka said to the side-burn man. You snorted at what you had named him and the four men look at you and you wave it off, "It's nothing, just thinking."

Mr. Saka chuckles, nodding his head and continues to talk to the other men. You went back to the tables and make sure everything looks good before hearing your name being called. "Y/N!" you groan, walking to the back room. "Yes, Mr. Baldwin?" you peek your head in, groaning as you had seen what he wanted from you. Piles upon piles of empty boxes needed to be taken out, luckily they were already broken down, but you didn't exactly want to get wet and cold from going outside.

But either, you walk over and mutter to yourself and took as many boxes you could with one hand, using the other to push open the back door immediately your hair blocks your few and is soaked. You ran to the dumpster, quickly throwing the boxes but something caught your attention.

You walk over to it, kneeling down and grab it, minding the needle at the end. It was the syringe from last night with a purple liquid dripping out, making you drop it. You hadn't touched whatever was inside, but the thought that you probably had touched the edge of the broken pieces made you think that that was bad enough. You swallow, staring down at it for a moment and noted your foot placement. You stood in the same spot a man had died last night.

Speaking of which; Where is the body? Did someone call 911 and they took care of it?  More disturbing thoughts came in roll as your way of thinking changed, Did stray dogs or cats start get a head-start? No, there was no way. Did...did the men come back after chasing you and hide his body? "Y/N I'm not paying you to just look down at the ground, C'mon. " your boss said and you sigh, walking away from the syringe and back instead. The apron had protected most of your clothes and just seems like your hair had been the victim of the rain as you got back inside. "I'll get the boxes later, Y/N you just go back to the front. " he says and you nod, not wanting to argue with him as you were still disturbed from what you found.  When you came back, the three men were gone but a small note was left.

"What's this?" you ask out loud and Mr. Saka shrugs with a smile on his face, "Maybe one of the gentlemen's number, aye? A social life wouldn't hurt." he says and you reach from the folded note, expecting what the old man said, but what you saw on it confused you until you caught on.

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[treason-and-plot]

REPLIES TO THE SWEETNESS OF FORBIDDEN FRUIT

@whyhellosims​

Joël you're a treasure XD And man, I feel for Roy (i know, bad form, but I'm weak for him, don't shame me). It's tough when someone you care about acts like they don't care about you at all in return. I know it's not like that all the time, but enough instances like that and you just walk away, because what's the point? If they're not interested, no use sticking, right?

I am a defiant Roy apologist also! But the situation with Saoirse is very difficult for him to accept. He is doing his best however, and trying to give her the space she needs. I think she needs to be careful though...there are plenty of other women out there who would love to sink their hooks into him! ;=)  And she shouldn’t forget either that Roy is someone who needs a lot of affection (especially after being married to Sonia for so long!) But on the whole I think she is handling Roy very well, and knows how to keep him wanting more so his attention doesn’t wane. This is also what kept him in his marriage to Sonia so long- it was a constant challenge.  Roy is someone who gets bored very easily if he isn’t challenged.

@whyhellosims​

Also, P.S., I probably need to see those pics, Joël. For Science 👀

Check the Roy tag on my Pillowfort for a LOT more Roy ;=)

But obviously 

@streetlightaurora​

Roy finally got his girl and he's still not satisfied 😅

@stsciurussimblr​

Ah, Roy! It’s nice to know that some things in life never change. 😂

@phoenixfg​

Roy!! It's what you wanted son!!🙄 Plus, now my fat ass wants a Big Mac with a frozen caramel frappe! Great job on the build Pru!!👍🏾

Thanks so much, Dooood! And I think your ass should have whatever it damn well wants, whenever it wants, lololol!!

@windermeresimblr​

Roy is such an asshole. Like, the world does not revolve around your dick and your "needs" regarding your dick! Also, way to go bad-mouthing Sonia and Saoirse in front of the kids. Could you pretend to respect them for five minutes, at least?

He made sure the kids weren’t in hearing distance though before he started talking about sex and Sonia and Saoirse. I made a point of mentioning that in the text, because he’s been mistakenly accused of talking about sex and his dick in front of the kids in the past.

@windermeresimblr​

I mean, it's not a good look to complain that your partner isn't interested in sex and imply that they should be always READY TO GO whenever you are. They're separate people with their own lives and bodies and interests...

...and sexual partners! 

@sweetnovember77​

Apparently, the mind mistakes excitement for 'happiness.—the thrill of the chase. Once the honeymoon period dies down, thats when things can seem 'boring' or 'uninteresting'. It seems like Roy has come to an awful realization… he and Saoirse are somewhat of a boring couple.

Roy isn’t in the least bit bored. Why would he be begging her to come over if that was the case? He wants Saoirse more than ever, and is frustrated that she doesn’t seem to feel the same way. The fact that she refuses to pander to his ego and cater to his demands makes her even more irresistible to him.

@sweetnovember77​

Similar to monotonous commentators. Yes, we understand that you feel one way. What’s new? There is no thrill in a tedious lack of variety. Maybe Saoirse could step out of her comfort zone, sometimes.

Saoirse made a deliberate effort to move out of her comfort zone by moving out of Roy’s penthouse. She has no problem dealing with the unknown and challenging the status quo. It’s what she’s done her whole life. 

@sweetnovember77​

*monotonous comments. 🥱

@wannabecatwriter​

He totally should make money from those pics. Just saying. I'm sure Roy would get a kick out of being a pornstar.

OMG he totally would!!! In another life I’m sure he would be!!

@rillensora​

Ooh Roy, the fruit isn’t as delicious when it isn’t forbidden anymore, eh? ;)

Perfectly put!!

@shhhushhh​

Good thing Sao keeps being strong and not letting Roy's little mindfuckig games succeeding. What was he expecting - her to ditch her planned night and spend it with him just to prevent him going to a prostitute??

I think his primary motivation was trying to one-up her, knowing Roy...no one is safe from his competitiveness, not even Saoirse!!

@shhhushhh​

Lucky for him she told him to treat himself. I would have said for him to go f* himself and never come back.

Hee hee...my reaction would have been the same as Saoirse’s to be honest! And then I would have asked for details the next day...

@ktarsims​

If he’s deliberately baiting her, and then feeling depressed she didn’t fall for it, he seriously needs some therapy. Dude, be happy you can do what you like and she doesn’t mind. 🙄

Lol!! I enjoy seeing Roy like this though, continually being beaten at his own game...it’s delicious! 

@phyresimblr​

I can’t help but wonder if Saoirse really doesn’t mind, or if she doesn’t mind because minding would mean laying a claim on Roy she isn’t ready for him to lay on her in return. Maybe, Roy, you should consider opening yourself up to her and expressing how her indifference makes you feel, rather than this passive-aggressive stance that’s reminiscent of a certain marriage that was loooong past expiring before it failed. Think of that donkey, Roy!

ah....very interesting! I think there’s a lot of merit in what you say. I can tell you that Saoirse genuinely doesn’t mind, (and in fact she has proposed she and Roy going to The Pony as a couple, and got turned on hearing about Roy’s exploits with Crystal when she was still living in Sunset Valley) but exactly WHY she doesn’t mind is a fascinating question. And yes, falling into old patterns of behaviour can only be damaging...thank you for recognising that! Hopefully Roy can too. 

[stripper-patrick]

Red lipstick 💄 Bucky Barnes

Warnings: smut, language, oral (m), car sex, not really a plot, unprotected (protecc yo selff), cockwarming

Song: Good Kisser- Usher

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x plus sized reader

I walk in the compound and see Tony and the entire crew at the island “hey”

“Hey” Bucky looks up and his eyes go wide

“H-hey Y/N” he perks up and I smile

“Hey Buck” I’ve always thought Bucky was attractive. I mean who wouldn’t. Even a blind person could see how hot he is.

“I’m living for the red lip Y/N” I smile At Wanda

“Thank you”

“Yea it’s very.. breathtaking on you” Bucky smiles licking his lips. There have been many night where I wondered what that tongue could do.

“Thank you” I smile. “I’m gonna go change my clothes”

I walk back to my room and change into some comfier clothes and I’m about to take off my makeup when I have a sudden urge for Starbucks. I grab some sweat pants and a t-shirt and some flip flops going out to the living room “I’m getting Starbucks does anyone want anything”

“I’ll go” Bucky chimes in I nod and the rest of the group shakes their head before returning back to their conversation.

I grab my keys and Bucky grabs his wallet and we get in the elevator. I press the ‘Lobby’ and state straight ahead. An awkward air falls upon us and I look at him to see him already staring back at me.

“What” I smile

“Nothing I just” he pauses for a moment “think your beautiful” I blush laughing a little

“Coming from Mr. Pantene himself” I smile. The door dings and we walk out. I get in the drivers seat and Bucky gets in clicking his seatbelt. I put mine on and reverse the car pulling the wheel and driving off.

“Do you like Starbucks?”

“Yea their cake pops are a necessity for life” he smiles

“What flavor do you like?” I look at him and make a left watching out for cars.

“Chocolate” he looks at me. I glance at him and bite my lip. Didn’t think this broken white boy was about that life.

“Vanilla is ok”

“Yea but chocolate just spices everything up” he adjusts himself in his seat and I’ve never wanted to sit on someone’s lap so bad before.

I focus back on the road and turn the wheel making a right. I pull into the parking space and park the car.

I open the door feeling the crisp air hit hard. I’ve never been one for the cold. My body shakes and I shut the door. Bucky walks right behind me opening the door as we walk in. The rich signature smell of coffee hits me noae instantly making my face scrunch up. That’s never been my favorite smell. He goes in front of me and I look at his muscular legs.

“Damn James lookin thick” I smile

“I don’t think you should call me that” he says

“Why”

“How can I help you?” The young girl with blonde hair smiles.

“Lemme get a double chocolate cake pop and a vanilla bean frappe” he turns to me “what do you want?”

I ponder for a bit looking through the menu. My eyes land on the French vanilla roast. “French vanilla roast with extra whip and a chocolate drizzle please”

She puts it in “12.85” I go in my purse but Bucky beats me to it. He inserts his card and I roll my eyes already knowing he won’t allow me to reimburse him. I walk over to the side letting the next people go. I watch them make drinks and Bucky puts his hand on my waist and gets close to my ear.

“Last time someone called me that she couldn’t walk straight for the next week” I blush biting my lip. God this man makes me lose it.

“Oh” I smile

I watch the baristas make and call out drinks. I grab them and Bucky grabs his cake pops. We walk back out and head into the car.

I take a sip feeling the hot liquid glide down my throat comfortably. I look over seeing Bucky enjoying his cake pop. He finishes it off within 2 bites. Something tells me he could kill that thing in one. I really wish I was that cake pop. I wonder if he’s ever gotten his dick sucked recently.

All of a sudden my thoughts translate into word vomit and I’m stuck asking him without even thinking “Bucky when’s the last time you had sex”

He nearly chokes and clears his throat looking at me. My cheeks go red and I begin apologizing.

“I’m so sorry that wasn’t supposed to come out”

“No worries doll. To answer your question it’s been way to long for comfort” he looks at me and consumes his second cake pop in one bite. Told you. “Now I’m gonna be honest and assume you’d like to change that since you asked? Or even thought about it”

I’m caught red handed. I could deny it and play coy or if were both just as crazy make his best fantasies come true.

“Ugh” I scoff “that’s not what was in my head” clearly I went with option one.

“So are you gonna lie to me again or admit you’d like the both of us to fuck each other’s brains out”

“James” I blush

“Tell me the truth”

“I want to fuck you” I admit

“Then fuck me baby” I lean over and place my red lips on his. He moves the seat back.

I get on my knees and scratch my nails down his thighs watching his eyes shut and he bites his lip. I pull down his sweats and kiss his thigh. My lipstick wasn’t even left on his thigh.

I place a kiss to his swollen red tip and a line of precum strings from my lip. I kiss down the vein of his throbbing dick and his thighs tense.

“Don’t tease doll” he’s breathless already. I give his balls little licks getting him all hot and ready for me.

When I feel he’s ready I put the tip in my mouth sucking and gently pulling on his balls. His hands go to my hair and I take more of him into my mouth until he’s reached the back of my throat. I gag and come up gaining air while still jerking him. I go down again and I feel his hips buck into my mouth fucking my face.

“That’s it. Take all of it” he moans “fuck Y/N” him calling my name has me gushing in my underwear.

I moan while he’s still in the back of my throat and I look up watching his eyes roll to the back of his head while his mouth is parted slightly. His chest is rising and falling rapidly. The grip he has on my hair tightens.

I gag again and come up for air. I go back down this time pulling and pushing his balls. He has a death grip on the middle console. I bob my head up and down then come up again jerking him harder.

“I’m gonna cum” he warns. I take him in my mouth again and suck harder until beads of cum hit the back of my throat. He lets out a strangled moan and I hum. I keep sucking until he’s dry and I come up wiping the corners of my mouth. Lipstick still didn’t smudge.

“I want you on on top of me” I climb over the center console and straddle his waist. I feel Bucky’s hands on my ass gripping and squeezing grinding myself on him. He kisses my neck and dips his hands into my underwear rubbing softly.

I moan quietly tugging my fingers through his hair. I take off my underwear and fill myself. He stretches me out from wall to wall. I pull the chair back so Bucky is laying down. I place my hands on his chest and grind my hips at a fast pace rocking the car. My eyes flutter shut as I feel him rocking inside of me. Every once in a while his dick will press on my g-spot.

“You’re so fucking beautiful” his hips buck into me and my head rolls back along with my eyes. He’s the biggest and deepest I’ve ever experienced. I grab the cold metal of his bionic hand and trail it from my breast to my throat. He has majority of the control and I can see he’s enjoying it.

Breathless moans leave his lips and I whine rubbing my clit against his pelvis while he rolls his hips into me sloppily. I whimper softly as I see my demise in the distance running full speed towards me.

“James” I moan. It was like a switch in him turned on. He seals off any oxygen I’m getting making me see black spots. Bucky holds my waist and pounds into me harder until we’re both gushing around each other.

He lets go of my throat just as I squirt and I feel the rush of adrenaline mixed with my orgasm roll my eyes to the back of my head. I bunch his shirt up in my hands and his flesh hand grabs my breast rolling my nipple between his fingers. My body rattles and my toes curl in my shoes as he empties himself inside of me.

I ride out the last of our climaxes and come to a halt when his phone rings. He pulls out the silver iPhone X and swipes right. I can tell he struggling to catch his breath as he’s talking like normal. He puts in one speaker.

“Hey Tony”

“Hey where are you” I tighten myself around him and he gasps glaring at me. He slaps the side of my ass making me bite my lip to hold a laugh.

“Just leaving Starbucks” he says

“Oh ok aren’t they closed?”

“Yea they just locked up. Everything ok?”

“Yea just wondering where you were and if you got my caramel macchiato with extra drizzle” he says. I laugh.

“No tony I didn’t”

“Oh I see” he fakes sniffles

“Tony shut up we’re on the way home now”

“Fine then” Bucky hangs up and just stares at me pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“Tony’s gonna kick our ass in a minute” I smile

“Oh well” I roll my eyes and swing my leg over climbing back into the drivers seat “drive without underwear on” he pulls up the hem of my dress placing his fingers between my legs.

He will truly be the death of me.