#AND DID I MENTION IT’s FUCKING 4 PM HELLO

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as promised i will be annoying about it

doubles as a “walk home w me” post ig 👍

[milkteahood]

texas heat

Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader

Warning: smut! minors dni!!!

Summary: basically a smut with a plot

Sweat broke on your forehead as you wiped it still half asleep. It was terribly hot to even rest. As your eyes opened and started to adjust to the darkness around you, thoughts about the whole situation were still fresh in your mind. How long has it been? You thought to yourself. A few months maybe? 4? 5?

You stopped counting the days after the first few weeks. What for anyway? It wasn’t like you were ever leaving.

***

“Come on boys! We are completely lost!” your friend spoke, gesturing with her hands.

“It’s fine! It’s all good. A little detour” the driver laughed without a care in the world.

“That’s right Sam! Stop being so difficult. Look, Y/N isn’t saying anything” the other guy talked from the passenger’s seat.

At the mention of your name, you looked up from your book, and then quickly got back to it. You weren’t actually reading, but they weren’t paying attention to that. If they did, they would’ve seen you didn’t turn any page in the last 5 minutes. Pretending was just a good excuse to be out of this circus of conversation.

You didn’t consider any of them your friends. And you were sure they didn’t think of you as that either. They were Sam’s friends. And Sam was your friend out of convenience, just as you were to her. You wanted to travel, and she didn’t want to be the only girl on the trip.

“Come on Y/N!” Sam started “whose side are you on?”

“Maybe we should stop and ask for directions” you finally raised a point.

“Yeah? And where the fuck would we stop for that?” the driver asked “there is nothing around here!”

A sigh escaped your lips and you finally put the book down, looking out the window. Then, suddenly, you pressed your finger on the window, gesturing in the distance “there, it looks like a house”.

Little did any of you know this was the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life.

***

Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the little clock on your nightstand. 11:30 pm it said. It wasn’t that late, yet you couldn’t remember when you fell asleep. Realistically, the only one still awake was Thomas. The thought of that made you freeze in place. Oh yes, you thought to yourself again the summer isn’t the only reason I can’t sleep.

Another sigh left your lips. You didn’t think you would end up in this situation. Spared by a bunch of cannibals for the sole reason you smacked the driver when he started insulting Thomas.

***

“Hello?” the driver’s friend… Jason? Jack? Jeremy? J something. You couldn’t remember. Your name memory was never your strongest suit.

“Hello?” J began knocking again. And a second time. Just before knocking for a 3rd time, a woman opened the door.

“Yes? Who are you?” she spoke.

“Oh hello ma’am!” Sam approached “we are completely lost. We were wondering if you could give us any directions”

Luda Mae looked all of you up and down before speaking “come inside. You will die of the heat before you get any directions”

The boys looked at each other and you looked at Sam. But ultimately decided to follow the lady inside.

***

The memories were still fresh and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life. As you lay on your back, looking around the room, you felt your heart skip a beat as another thought made itself apparent. Thomas. Or better said. Your crush on Thomas. In the past month or so, you tried your best to get close to him. You offered to help with everything and anything he needed. Yet, he did his best to avoid you. You weren’t dumb, you knew exactly why. He was absolutely terrified at the idea you’re just fucking around. Lying. Being nice to him so he wouldn’t kill you.

“For fucks sake Thomas. I was nice to you even before I knew you butchered people for a living” you whispered yelled alone, in your room.

***

“So kids, how did you end up here?” Luda Mae asked, trying to see if you would make a good addition to the Hewitt meat supply. Were you going somewhere? Was someone important waiting for you? What was the chance of people coming to look for you? Those were important questions that needed answers. They couldn’t risk killing someone that could potentially lead the police to them.

As the conversation was unfolding, the driver and J became more and more impatient to leave, and your head cocked when hearing some footsteps. Before you realized it, this massive man was sitting in the doorway, breathing heavily, not saying a word.

“Oh Tommy! Look! We have guests” Luda Mae said, looking at her son. Thomas was tall, a huge man, his apron covered in blood.

“Oh fuck! What the fuck is that? He looks like—” the driver said but didn’t get to finish whatever insults he was going to spew because you smacked him.

“Just shut up. For once. Not everything revolves around you and your daddy’s money. You can’t just speak this way to people” you said, while he looked you completely shocked. No one has ever dared speak to him that way. Let alone slap him.

And that was the moment Luda Mae decided you would be the only one left alive.

***

The floor was cooler than the bed. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was so dark you could barely see, only managing to make out your silhouette. You stood there for a while, thinking of what you should do.

You liked Thomas from the moment you saw him. You tried to befriend him but all he did was ignore you. On the occasions he actually had to interact with you, he looked so tense, like he was on the verge of exploding. You tried to give him space, but it wasn’t really helping. And now you were pacing around your room, unable to sleep because all you wanted was Thomas. The man who killed your “friends”.

What the fuck is wrong with me… he’s a murderer, his whole family is crazy.

Yes and so are you. I mean, you’re not running. You think he’s hot. This man could dismember you in a heartbeat and you think he is attractive. Talk about fucked up.

You frowned at your own thoughts. Thomas wasn’t a monster. He did what he had to. Yet what was your excuse? Falling for him?

Your heart started racing. Yes, you were falling for him.

After what seemed like an eternity, you went out of your room, down the stairs and into the living room. You stopped in front of the basement stairs and listened. Thomas was definitely still down there and it was now or never.

In the basement Thomas was still butchering some meat, not hearing you walk in over the sound of his cleaver. He didn’t like you coming there, he always thought you would judge him, mock him even.

“Thomas” you spoke, your voice making him stop with the cleaver still in the air. He lowered it and turned to you, not saying anything.

“It’s late Thomas. Maybe you should call it a day” you spoke softly, almost afraid to startle him.

You didn’t get a response. Then, he just turned around and continued what he was doing.

This made you frown and it hurt a little. Maybe he was not liking you as much as you liked him. Maybe he didn’t like you at all. However this couldn’t be further from the truth. He did like you. A lot. Which is why he was so scared to be around you.

You bit your lip, a little too hard, and decided to approach him. The second your hand touched his arm, Thomas completely froze. His body was incredibly tense and all he managed to do was look at you.

“Did I do something to upset you?” you tilted your head “you always seem to ignore me. I’m sorry if I upset you at all”.

Thomas’s wide widened. You were apologizing to him? What for? You thought he was mad at you? But how could he? He grunted back at you. In the beginning it was very difficult to understand him, but now you could make up the words he was saying. He said no.

“Well then what is it?” you pressed him, gently rubbing his arm. His eyes looked like they could come out of his head, immediately shifting his gaze away from you, almost shaking.

“Thomas, Tommy, oh no” you reached for his other hand which was still tight around the cleaver. Gesturing for him to let it go, you managed to turn him so he’d face you. “You’re ok. Everything is ok” you said, looking at him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. I’m sorry. I will go upstairs” you gave him a bit of a sad smile and turned to walk away. Yet, you didn’t get to take two steps before he stopped you. As you turned to him, he gave you another grunt. Stay. This one meant stay.

Both of you were blushing. Your brave girl facade paled the moment you felt his hand around your arm. Compared to him, you were incredibly tiny and for that, he treated you as if you were made of glass. Because to him, you were.

You stepped in front of him, both of you looking at each other. You learned to be gentle with him, maybe even more gentle than he was with you. Because unlike you, he never had people not be terrified of him.

Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands, which caught him off guard, but he didn’t stop you. For whatever reason, you were here, you didn’t try to run away, and you were kind to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning into your touch.

“Tommy?”

He opened his eyes, waiting for you to continue.

“I really like you, Thomas”

His now open eyes were widened, staring at you, almost looking through you, waiting to see any shred of dishonesty. But there was none. You were genuine. He then couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you. How could you like him? No. He didn’t care. You liked him. And he was going to take it.

He didn’t realize some time passed without giving you an answer, which caused you to mumble another apology. He, however, didn’t let you finish. You soon found yourself in a hug. A very tight hug. Which you happily reciprocated.

After pulling away, you both looked at each other and without much of a second thought, you pulled the other into a kiss. It was reckless and full of built up frustrations on both parts. You were the first to pull away.

“Thomas.. it’s difficult to kiss you with that mask on”

He didn’t say anything and looked away. He didn’t want to show you. There was finally something he had and showing you his face might ruin it. He grunted a no.

“Please..” you pleaded while cupping his face again.

He damned himself for being so weak around you. You looked sad and a little disappointed. He let out a huge sigh and slowly took off his mask, letting it fall on the floor and completely avoiding your gaze. Whatever disgusted face you made, he didn’t want to see. Only if he looked to see it was not disgust but love.

“Fuck me you’re handsome” was all you said before pulling him in and kissing him again. He looked like a deer in headlights, but quickly melted into your kiss, picking you up and placing you on his workbench.

Your legs were wrapped around him, your hands pulling at his hair while he was tightly holding you by your waist. You felt his erection press against you, so you pushed yourself closer to him, which caused Thomas to grunt and moan into the kiss.

Thomas was the one to pull away this time, spending some time admiring you. Slowly, you started to unbutton his shirt “you can help me with mine if you want” you said a little flustered.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Once you felt his excitement, you knew Thomas was coming out of his shell. Soon enough yours and his shirts were thrown on the floor, and you were making out on the cold and hard workbench. You didn’t care, you also didn’t care that his grips wound leave bruises. You just wanted him. He cupped your breast, gently squeezing, earning himself a moan from you and the confirmation that he is doing it right.

“Please Tommy” you whined between kisses, tugging at his belt.

He wanted to so bad. But what if he hurt you? He had no what what he was doing. But how could he resist you? His whole body was shaking, you were begging him to have sex with you. Him. He pulled away from the kiss and quickly undid his belt and pants, making himself moan as he pulled his cock out. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Thomas naked in front of you. You look off your underwear and pull him into another kiss.

You didn’t think much before starting to palm his length, causing him to moan into your mouth. Thomas started thrusting as you were stroking him. He could cum just like that, but you wanted more. And he did too.

As your back rested on the cold table, Thomas climbed on top of you, neither daring to break the kiss. You couldn’t even wrap your legs around him, a detail he found really cute. He pulled away from the kiss only to look at your expression again. Was this really ok? Is this really what you wanted? You looked so beautiful and so turned on. Rubbing yourself against his erection was all the confirmation he needed before slowly starting to push his cock into you.

Feeling him inside you completely knocked the air out of you, immediately kissing him again, moaning into his mouth. Your figure, your voice, your shaking body were making Thomas go feral. His grunts on the other hand made your whole stomach feel hot. Thomas was thrusting into you, firmly holding your waist with one hand and supporting himself up with the other. Your arms were wrapped around his back, face buried into his neck, trying to muffle your moans.

He was hitting all the right spots, causing your mind to go blank and your nails to dig into his skin. Once his voice became shakier, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned and he responded by thrusting even harder. It was almost as if your every moan was making Thomas go more feral.

His rhythm was becoming more erratic, signaling that he was getting closer.

“It ok Tommy” you said between moans “I want you. Fill me up, please Tommy”.

Saying that was enough to push him over the edge. After a few more thrusts he came with a low, guttural moan, completely intoxicated by you.

You were both panting and looking at each other afterward. He couldn’t believe what just happened. Were you a dream? No. You were there, smiling at him. Did that mean you were his now? Yes. Most definitely.

He picked you up off of the table, squeezing you close to him. He was still panting and so were you, yet, both happy and finally content.

[newtkive]

pixels [newt x reader - modern text au]

ch. 4 - agoraphobia and burger king on 5th street

summary: a personal experience provides a way for newt to connect to y/n.

warnings: strong language, mental health talk, depression, medication (its my literal prescription i mention oops this is like a self insert fr), mutual pining, none really.

➥ m.list

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THE GLADE

[ 10:52 am ]

y/n: it’s official yall

drugs saved my life

tommy: huh??

minho: same

newt: wow, i’ve never seen your name on my screen before 12 pm

y/n: shut the hell up bitch

newt: ouch, touchy

minho: woah

touchy 👀

are yallll..?

y/n: you’re sick

tommy: are we going to ignore the drugs statement??

like hello are u ok ??

newt: you’re annoying minho

minho: yea <3 😊

notice how they didn’t say no

y/n: you guys just don’t understand how a girl like me needs beauty sleep..

and no we aren’t

gally: all that beauty sleep and ur still walking around with that mug.. yikes.

y/n: 😑

i hate you i haete you i dhateoyifu

minho: great she’s having a fit

y/n: no one cares about me

and you think i’m ugly

this is so sick

and you don’t even care that i’m on drugs

☹️😭😭😭😭 done.

newt: no one said that love

gally that was rude

minho: BRUHHHHH

here she goes

tommy: I CAREE????????

DO I NEED TO COMEGET YOU????

y/n: yes 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

before i do something crazy 😭😭💣

minho: THE BOMB IS WILD

tommy: stay where you are

i have your location

newt: uhhh

y/n: pause what

minho: tommy why would you admit to that

tommy: im On my way! what’s the issue

sorry autocorrect

y/n: WHY DO YOU HAVE MY LOCATION????

gally: can you guys shut the fuck up

minho: the drama queen is here 😍

gally: stop

alby: I have it on Life360, I imagine Thomas does as well. In fact I have all of your locations.

y/n: oh

i forgot about that app..

minho: i didn’t. i get a notif that newt’s phone is at 5% all the goddamn time

even tho he said he deleted it

newt: just turn it off then

i redownloaded it don't track my app intake

minho: no it makes me feel less lonely

y/n: awwwww

idk how you do that newt

newt: do what?

y/n: not charge your phone

if my phone gets below like 15% then the monsters will get me

tommy: omg me tooo 🥹

newt: i was about to say you sound like tommy.

tommy: don’t say that!

she’s on drugs i don’t want to sound like an addict 😔

newt: she isn’t on drugs thomas

tommy: she literally said she is newt :/

5 mins and i’m there y/n

y/n: are you actually fr

thomas..

we live very far away sweetie

newt: i mean

if you were in trouble you don’t think we’d come get you?

tommy: ^^

but life360 says you’re at the burger king on 5th

minho: no that’s me LOOOL

y/n: NEWTTT ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

tommy: wtf

i’m the one who’s coming to get u

why does he get the credit

minho: no tommy you’re coming to get me

tommy: oh yippee i get to see my friend 🤗

newt: ewwwwww

y/n: EWWWWW

tommy: OH STOP IT

y/n: why burger king of all places min

minho: why drugs of all things y/n

gally: she’s not doing drugs are you guys fuckin insane

y/n: yes i am

it’s 10 mg of fluoxetine 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

ONCE A DAY!!!!!!

IM ADDICTED

newt: no you aren’t, 10 mg is the smallest dose

minho: told y’all she was on drugs

y/n: ???????

minho: over the year

you’re too hyper to not be on some crack shit

tommy: oh stop that’s not nice.

newt: it’s not drugs like that minho stop.

tommy: uhoh he brought out the . at the end

y/n: it’s just for anxiety cuz i can’t leave the house without going into a breakdown

minho: she got acrophobia

told y’all she was mental

newt: what the fuck are you talking about

tommy: oh i know that word

fear of spiders 🕷️

minho: wtf no

fear of outside

y/n: i’m not afraid of outside

newt: that’s agoraphobia you fucking dumbass

y/n: 😍

i did NOT mean to send that lol oops

newt: ??

oh, okay

minho: when he’s a know it all 😍

when she’s agoraphobic 😍

y/n: when he’s at burger king on 5th because he has no food in his fridge and can only afford a $1.99 whopper with the coupons from the newspaper 😍😍😍😍

minho: 😒😑

newt: LMFAOOOO

GOOD THAT

minho: british people be so annoying

saying shit like gormless minger and good that be sooo real rn

newt: i have never said gormless minger in my whole 26 years of life.

y/n: you just did bro

newt: call me bro again

y/n: bro

brosive

brother

stepbro

minho: laughed until i saw the last msg :/

newt: 😑

y/n: ok youre the perverts

minho: cant you take your prozac and turn back to normal now

y/n: so you DO know what it is..

gally: wym 'back to normal' like there was smth before this??

y/n: real i been like this for life

tommy: i got whopper and two large fries and mozzarella sticks

newt: wow

y/n: wow just call him a fatass newt.

newt: i would never, stop

y/n: 2 large fries is kinda crazy tho

tommy: i have to get enough to share with my friend

minho

gally: surprised you have friends

tommy: yeah you are not one.

gally: RUDE?

y/n: WELL LMFAO

minho: i literally already ate also gally ur not my friend either

newt: same

alby: same

gally: well why tf am i in here

y/n: well you're my friend!

gally: great.

y/n: not with that attitude..

tommy: y/n you're ok though right??

y/n: yes tommy im fine sweetie

go eat your food

tommy: okay i wish you could share these fries with me

y/n: me too :(

minho: i don't

big back would eat em all

y/n: i actually hate you

__

newt

[ 11:45 am ]

newt: hey

y/n: hiii :D whats up??

newt: idk why but this feels like secretly texting you across the room at a party

y/n: actually tho

picture me giving u a look from across the room

newt: you would blow our cover immediately

i just wanted to let you know if you needed any like,, advice or something with your new medicine i'm here for you. i take the same stuff on top of lexapro

y/n: oh really?

newt: yeah i do

y/n: newt :( thank you

i am a bit nervous to start it tbh

newt: i understand, i was too

but hopefully it'll change things for the better

y/n: i hope so

i didn't realize you dealt with anxiety n stuff

newt: more than you know

you aren't the only one and you aren't alone w it

y/n: you're sweet newt, thank you

newt: don't mention it :))

sorry the smiley was creepy

y/n: lmao no i like it

if you need to talk or anything too i’m always here

newt: yeah?

y/n: of course ): you’re my pookie

newt: one day you gotta let go of that word lmao

y/n: but you love it tho

newt: you tell yourself that

actually are you free rn?

y/n: yeah! i’m just about home what’s up?

newt: i’m bored so pick up the phone

y/n: NEWT LMAO

ok fine 😒

[shyphonics]

Salad Days Chapter 2: You! Yes, you! Here’s a dime; run out and call the PMRC!

(babypunk!Rodrick Heffley x Reader)

chapter one | chapter three

Bend your knees! (ooh la la!)

Move your head like this! (ooh la la!)

Pucker them lips! (ooh la la!)

Give that butt a kiss!

Kiss… my…

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To: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

From: bigrod69@plainviewcommunitycollege.edu

5:52 PM

Subject: HELP

dear girl from the bar,

can I run my email 2 mike by u real quick? we r pretty sure it kicks ass but want 2 make sure

thx

*~*~rOcK oN~*~*

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To: bigrod69@woodcrestcommunitycollege.edu

From: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

6:17 PM

Subject: RE: HELP

Do you have a signature on your email? Also, is that seriously your email address?? A dot edu, no less?

Make a band email, and then we can talk.

-

From: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

To: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

6:35 PM

Subject: HELLO

Esteemed Mike Morello,

Hello, we are a band. Maybe the best band to ever exist, someday. we want to play at your bar. we will do the best job EVER!! playing at your bar. Here are some places we've played, and impressed;

talent show

birthday party for a hot girl

As u can see, we are quite experienced in the music world, and we think you are ready for us. we are also a punk band. we listen to dead kennedy’s. I am wearing a dead kennedy’s t shirt right now.

if you think u r ready for the biggest crowd youve ever seen in your bar, email us back.

IF YOU DARE!!!!

-Löded Diper

-

From: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

To: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

6:41 PM

Subject: RE: HELLO

What the fuck? No. Absolutely not. "Esteemed"?? Do not send that email. You guys sound like creeps. Delete it. Start over.

Do I have to write the damn thing for you?

-

From: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

To: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

6:45PM

Subject: RE: RE: HELLO

will u??

-

From: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

To: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

6:47 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Are you fucking kidding me?

-

From: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

To: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

6:59 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Hey this is Ben now,

We would like to negotiate and offer 20 dollars, an (exclusive) one of a kind band t shirt and 4 beers!! :-)

-

From: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

To: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

7:01 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: HELLO

Jesus christ. Okay, do you have a myspace or anything? A demo mp3 you can send me? So I can effectively bullshit?

-

From: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

To: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

7:07 PM

Subject: MP3

explodeddiper.mp3

http://www.myspace.com/lodeddiper

-

From: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

To: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

7:15 PM

Subject: RE: MP3

Copy and paste this:

Hey Mike,

We're a new band in town, and would love the opportunity to play at The Strike. We've heard the history of the place, and have so much respect for its legacy in the scene, and your legacy as well. We want to help keep that legacy alive.

Are there any available upcoming opener spots? Our biggest influences are Dead Kennedys, Crime, and Black Flag. We're cool with any kind of bill, we can make anything work.

Thanks so much for your time!

-Löded Diper

-

From: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

To: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

7:18 PM

Subject: RE: RE: MP3

how did u do that so fast?? thx u from everyone!!! we are going 2 send it

do u want our address for the beers?

-

From: worldsbestbartender@aol.com

To: lodeddiperrawkz@yahoo.com

7:20 PM

Subject: RE: RE: RE: MP3

That's alright. Maybe I'll see you when you get a show. I think I kissed ass enough, that should get you something. Good luck, bigshots.

-

As much as you hadn't wanted to give in, you'd been there before. Clamoring for your moment in the sun, making shit up and brown nosing. That's just what you had to do to get the job done. Not to mention, they clearly couldn’t have come up with anything better on their own.

Besides, their demo wasn’t terrible.

Maybe you’d even call Mike and put in a good word. He trusts you. You're stable, at least by bar staff standards.

“Hey, Mike,”

“I am so glad you called. I just read the worst news article.” he sounds stressed. Oh, great.

“Oh?”

“Are you inside? You have to get inside.”

“What?” You figure there’s nothing to worry about, but you always try to be gentle with the guy. He’d done a lot of drugs back in the day, and he runs on constant paranoia.

“I just read that Dick Cheney,” his voice drops to a whisper, “is going to attack America if John Kerry wins,”

“Mike?”

“This is serious,”

“Mike,” you interrupt him, “what was the name of the newspaper?”

The line goes quiet.

“It’s an internet paper. The Onion.”

“Mike. The Onion is satire. It’s not real.”

“Satire, huh…”

“And that election happened last year. Kerry lost.”

Mike breathes a sigh of relief.

“Read me the page that said that,” you’re trying so hard to suppress a laugh.

“Best headlines of 2004,”

“Mike. It’s 2005.” The laugh breaks free, “It’s okay, I get it. Scary times.”

“Okay. Phew. Scary times, indeed. What can I do you for?”

You pause, trying to figure out what to say.

“There’s this new band, uh, this kid came in today. You’re gonna get an email from them in a minute here, and I think you should give them a shot. Their demo’s pretty good, and the one I met seemed like he had the spirit.”

“The spirit,” Mike sighs contentedly, “did I ever tell you how we used to take the bus from Oakland to get to the Mab? If you didn’t catch that last bus home, boy, the cops wouldn’t let you sleep in the station. They’d just…”

“...beat the shit out of you with their pig batons.” You say in unison.

“It’s a great story, Mike. But this band,” you flop back on your bed.

“Yes! Sorry.”

“I was thinking you could let them have the opener spot next Friday.”

“Your first headlining show!”

“Yeah! Thanks again for that. I want Löded Diper to open.”

“Loaded… hmm. What?”

“I know. It’s terrible,” you laugh, “But it wouldn't be the first time you took a chance on some kids with a terrible name.”

“Are you talking about you? When you were called-”

“Yes!” You interrupt, “And look at me now! You're a great guy, Mike, and you've done so much for me. So much for the scene. Could you do me this last favor? ‘Cause you're the best boss in the world? The last true punk?”

It was a thing he said from time to time, usually when you didn't omit the vodka from his vodka soda.

Mike sighs down the line.

“Kid, you always know how to get me. I'll put Diaper Fuckers on the bill.”

“Löded Diper.” You're cackling.

“Loaded what-ever!” Mike makes a gagging sound, “Just promise it won't be a shitshow.”

“I promise.”

You hang up the phone and smile. Mike really has been good to you, and you definitely wouldn't be where you are without him. That wasn't just brown nosing. He'd taken a chance on you when you were a crazy street rat, and now you technically work 3 or 4 jobs for him. He pays generously. You have no idea where the fuck all his money comes from, but you're not complaining.

You relax further into your bed, turning your head to gaze out the window. These guys better be good.

~

You may ask yourself, "what is that beautiful house?"

You may ask yourself, "where does that highway go to?"

And you may ask yourself, "am I right, am I wrong?"

And you may say to yourself, "my god, what have I done?"

Rodrick's head swims. One of the guys had scored some weed on a job hunt, and it's not mixing the best with his current mental state. The rest of the guys had long since fallen asleep, sprawled on piles of blankets and air mattresses. Light snoring fills the room.

He fights off thoughts of home, trying to clear his brain. Shake it like an etch-a-sketch and start over. What resurfaces is simply world's best bartender. He likes that. He'd like to buy you a mug with that printed on it someday, as a thank you. He knows writing isn't his strong suit, and you'd really saved his ass. He pictures your face, and though it looks pissed off, it makes him smile.

His eyelids grow heavy, his brain goes hazier, and he drifts into an initially peaceful sleep.

He dreams of Plainview.

"You failed?? You failed the easiest certificate course at community college? Did you do the work?"

"Fuck no, I didn't do the work! I didn't want any of this! I wanna move."

"With what money? Are you going to flip burgers for a living?"

"Maybe I will!"

"You're a failure."

"I fucking hate you!"

This diner fucking sucks. Stupid asshole boss yelling at him, stupid little nametag on his stupid little vest. Heather Hills sticking her leg out from a booth and fucking tripping him while he has a whole tray of drinks. Rich kids who don't even need to go to college- they just get to go take over "the family business"- cornering him out back and kicking his ass. Pizza face like he's fucking fourteen again from the kitchen grease. What's the point? What's the fucking point of any of this?

He's angry. He's so fucking angry all the time, and he just has to take it. He knows he should have put in more effort at school. He knows he should have planned for the future. He doesn't need to hear about it every second of every goddamn day. He doesn't want the same thing everyone at school had wanted for themselves. Is that so wrong?

But keep the peace for mom and your brothers. Scrape and save where you can.

Get beat up, get laughed at, get covered in garbage. Keep practicing with the band. Get GOOD. Really good. Get incredible. And work, and work, and cry, and drum, and write, and work some more, and maybe he'll get out of here sane.

How did I get here?

[marcelinesghost13]

Hello blog...

So I saw my doctor on October 1st and she gave me a shot of 4 mg of estrogen. Not going to lie that fucking kicked my ass. I got to experience trans PMS. What that is is basically your testosterone which comes from your boys downstairs is literally being attacked which causes Mass cramping like a regular PMS. It's not funny it hurts like hell. Definitely recommended if you really hate somebody. But in any case my doctor gave me 2 mg of estrogen and raised my testosterone blocker from 25 mg to 50 mg.

So I'm on my fourth day and I'm definitely feeling some changes. I slept 9 hours and I'm thinking what the fuck how did that happen. I don't sleep that long I normally sleep about 4 hours and I'm good. I hope this isn't an ongoing thing where I sleep like this. yeah definitely another change that I've noticed is my boys downstairs they don't hurt anymore and they seem to be less swollen. IDK if this is a good thing or bad thing but I'm definitely glad that the pain is gone. I've had pain in my testicles for like over a year now. I've mentioned it to other doctors and they're like it's not a big deal that's pretty normal. It's pretty normal for your testicles to hurt and feel like they're swollen I don't believe that. Then usually the only way I could get rid of the pain is if I masturbated like two or three times in the day that would help with the swelling. So I totally don't believe those doctors. So in any case I'm glad the swelling is gone and I've noticed that a big part of my libido is gone too. Honestly I don't really care if it is LoL. I don't really care about sex that much.

So as far as other changes going on.... Good Goddess ... I can definitely feel the emotional levels going up and down but also I feel like my emotions are in check too now. It's hard to describe like how exactly feel. Because it's such a roller coaster of up and down. Yet consciously I am controlling a lot of it I'm not reacting to those emotional highs and lows. I've been told by a couple of my trans friends that you're not going to be able to control that. Well bitches I'm controlling it. There was a couple moments yesterday when I was out with my spouse she said a couple things to me and I wanted a fucking cry my eyes out. Yet I realized the only reason why I was doing that is because of the chemical imbalance going on in my brain and body. So I didn't cry at all. I am the master of myself and I am not going to allow a chemical that is supposed to change me into something that I'm been wanting for such a long time control my emotional levels like that. I just will not let that happen. Even as I'm writing this like for some reason I'm tearing up and I can feel the emotion of wanting to cry. I'm not going to just start crying because of a chemical.

So with all that said my testosterone is dying and my sex drive is dying. I'm becoming a girl granted I'm only at stage one and a couple days into it. But this is going to happen I am going to become the person that I want I need to be. And it's going to take some time and I'm okay with that. If it's me being selfish to you become the person that I need to be the person that lives inside of my head which is the girl that talks to me all the time that's fine. I am curious though as I transition from the guy to the girl is my male half going to become my conscious because right now the girls my conscience. Is the 47-year-old male that I've been going to be that voice in the back of my head telling me what to do what not to do. Because for 47 years the girl inside of my head has been telling me what to do and what not to do. All of this is very interesting and I find it absolutely fascinating. For most it's an emotional spiritual journey and I get that. It is somewhat spiritual for me it's definitely not emotional. Yet it is very scientific and logical to me.

The other thing that I have found very interesting is the cravings that I've been having since the estrogen has entered into my body. I'm craving a lot of different things that I would never crave before one of them is sugar. I don't care for sugar in any way whatsoever but yet my body is like give me fucking sugar... The big thing that I want is caramel a lot of my trans girl friends keep on telling me that I'm going to want chocolate. I haven't craved chocolate at all yeah they keep on telling me just wait it's going to happen. I don't think that's going to happen I hate the taste of fucking chocolate it makes me fucking sick. And I'm quite serious about that like it makes me gag I don't like the taste of it yet everyone keeps on telling me I'm going to want it. The only flavor that I've been wanting is caramel like I can't get enough of fucking caramel. And I know the chocolate thing is true because I try to eat a twix a couple days ago and it just made me want to fucking be so sick. Like I totally love the caramel in the twix but the chocolate was just like really hard to get through. But my brain also was like there's caramel here lol. So it totally like just kind of tolerated the chocolate.

Well in any case I'm going to keep writing about this journey of becoming a girl I know some of you read this blog and some of you don't if you feel like commenting feel free to comment if you feel like just reading then just read I feel like giving a like then do that too I don't really care how you guys read my blog or enjoy it. I mainly do this shit to get this crap out of my head that way it doesn't drive me nuts. So with that said goodbye blog till next time.

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[bbyquokka]

4:24 pm (lmh)

➥ genre: smut | timestamp MDNI

➥ warnings: fem!reader | public sex | exhibitionism | penetration

➥ words: 0.6k

➥ a/n: note: im currently battling, what i think may be a cold. all i know is that i feel rotten af and cannot think straight ;-; i have a few fics in mind/working on, so look forward to it! 🖤🥰

➥ m.list – ➥ ao3

head empty just thoughts about Minho fucking you whilst he's on set, filming a mv

you both haven't seen each other for a while due to busy schedules. Minho had mentioned before that most of his time would be spent filming a mv for a skz song – he just didn't mention which and where.

you were surprised to get a text from Minho telling you that the location was close to where you live – a 15 minute walk to be exact. So, you decided to surprise him. You stopped by the local cafe, buying coffee for Minho and the rest of the members, figuring that they would be freezing as it's autumn and 11 at night.

you made your way to the location, bright lights seen in the distance indicating you were on the right track. once close, you did get stopped by someone, most likely security, exclaiming that no pedestrians are allowed. You tried to explain that you know skz and you're Minho's partner, but they wouldn't listen.

chan noticed you when you were slowly starting to feel defeated, the coffees going cold. Chan convinced them that it's okay and they know who you are. Much to their dismissal, they allowed you on set.

you greeted everyone politely, exchanging conversation with Chan. You offered him a coffee which he took, instantly taking a sip and thanking you. You got to work saying hello to the other members, giving them their coffees as you looked for Minho.

once you found him, you stood with the cameraman, watching Minho perform for 'Freeze' You swallowed, noticing how he's a different person when on set.

it made you think back to all the times he would dominate you, whisper sweet nothings in your ear as he would pound into you relentlessly, driving your senses into overdrive, pleasure running through your veins like adrenaline.

minho saw you and as soon as the director shouted "CUT!", he ran to you, pulling you into his chest. He'd inhale your scent, humming as the sweet vanilla hits his nostrils. You'd hum, his own cinnamon, wood scent hitting your nostrils, making you squirm and feel dizzy with lust.

a breathy "Minho'' would be all it'd take for him to drag you around the corner – out of sight, out of mind. Your cheeks pink, core aching with want, eyes glossy. You haven't seen each other for so long so Minho would waste no time in turning your back to him.

your hands planted in the wall firmly, hips sticking out. Minho would pull down your pants and underwear, pulling his own down enough for his already hard cock to spring out. Grabbing your hips, he would push himself inside you, wasting no time as it wasn't on his side right now.

his hand would clasp over your mouth, muffling your loud moans as he would thrust into you. His thrusts irregular as he is desperate and greedy. Delicious grunts and moans would ring in your ears, you both soon getting lost in the pleasure and forgetting where you are.

a loud clear of the throat would bring you both back to reality, Minho's hips halting at a stop. Your heads turning to the noise to see a flustered Jisung stood, watching you both. Cheeks red, mouth open. Minho didn't mind.

instead, he'd push your t-shirt and bra up above your breasts, little whimpers leaving your lips as your breasts on full display to jisung. Minho would smirk, hands massaging your breasts, his hips resuming their powerful and irregular thrusts.

"Let's give Jisung a show, shall we? Seeing as he loves to stand and watch."

[myowncase]

AGREEMENT- B.B AU

(Not my gif)

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Natasha screams as she enters the door walking towards him. “Hello to you too, Natasha” Bucky said, looking in her direction.

“Care to explain why you have to do that to her, Break her heart like it's nothing”

> Pairing | Roommate Best friend Bucky x FemReader (Stark!Reader)

> Angst, Fluff at the end, Bucky asked for a favour, Roommate Bucky

> Warnings: Cursing, Mention of being drunk, James barnes?, (Please let me know if there are other warnings i missed out)

> Word Count | 4932

(This is my own work, I DO NOT CONSENT TO MY WORK BEING COPIED OR BEING RE-UPLOADED IN ANY OTHER WEBSITES) you can share it though..

I proof read this, any mistakes in this work is my fault. Please let me know i'm still learning hehe

----4 months ago

“C’mon Cassie..” he whined whilst following her

“Jamie were not in high school anymore” she answers,

“Cassie, Please I just need her to be jealous and see that she really still loves me” Her back facing him she took a deep breath. She has loved this guy ever since they met in college and now graduated became roommates because of convenience.

Plates clacking on each other as she washed the dishes “i'll do the dishes for a month!” he said moving to her side. She just side-eyed his attempt to make her say yes.

He and his girlfriend just broke up because they wanted different things. Connie wants to be free and see the world not wanting to be held down by a relationship.

“Cassie pleaseeee” he said, she looked at him and saw the desperation in his eyes. “Why me, Jamie?” she asked, wiping her hands and crossing it in front of her chest “Because i know you and trust you doll” he reasoned, She was adamant on saying yes to her friend. “Can you ask someone else?” she asked.

“No...Wanda has vis, Natasha has Maria, you're single and my best friend so c’mon!” he said, shaking her shoulders. “Ok..okay stop” she said pushing him away an immediate smile can be seen on his face “Wait..really?” she just nodded, he jumped in joy and hugged her. “Thank you doll” he said whilst still hugging her. He lets go and looks at her face kissing her cheek aggressively making her cringe.

------

“Why the hell would you agree to that, Cass” Wanda said, hitting her arm.

“Ouch!” she said, rubbing her arm. “He looked desperate,”

“And you... out of all people think it’s a good idea to act like James bucky Barnes girlfriend, after being in love with him for... oh I don't know four years!?”

She knew it wasn't a good idea. She knew this would break her but she has been in love with her best friend ever since the first day of college but never had the courage to say anything. Because she was always just the “best friend”. In college females would throw themselves at Bucky but only one girl had him whipped and that was connie. And for the entirety of her college life Bucky was in a relationship and she accepted that even though it broke her heart. Only Natasha and Wanda knowing of her secret she tried to move on and she did not until they became roommates after college living together made her realise that she still loves him.

“And now what?” Wanda said, getting her out of her thoughts.

‘I don't know.” she answers

----

Four months of making Connie jealous, all the acts that Bucky does to her doesn't go unnoticed. He would even be sweet even behind doors.

10:30 pm

“You look beautiful today, Cassie” he said walking towards her kissing her forehead before walking past her. Those small compliments make her stomach twist trying not to smile at his comment.

“You have plans today?” he asked as he put water in his glass.

“Yeah Natasha is home for a while, she asked to have a girl’s night” She said while she rummaged in her bag. He knows what girls night is. It's usually a night where she comes home with a guy kissing her even before they get in her room.

“Oh..yeah i forgot she’s home” he said..”Can i come?” He's attempting to stay with her and make sure she doesn’t come home with a male on her side. After just a few months of pretending to be in a relationship, Bucky has become protective and maybe possessive of her. He was confused with the feeling and thought “why am i feeling like I need her all to myself”.

“No can do Jamie, it's called Girls night, for a reason” she said waving her hand in the air. “I'll be home in about…” she said looking at her watch as if she's thinking.”About morning..” she looked back at him with a huge smile on her face. She then started walking towards the door before being stopped by a hand on her wrist. “Be home early Cassandra and you better not be wasted cause I don't wanna take care of your mess” he said but in reality he doesn't want her to be drunk enough to come home with a different guy.

“Can’t promise sir..” she said smiling at him and heading out for the night..

1:00 am

He was pacing back and forth waiting for his phone to ring. He had messaged her to call if she was coming home so that he could pick her up. But that was an hour ago and she hasn't replied to him after that “okay”.

A few more minutes later the doorbell rang inside their shared apartment. He immediately got up from the couch running towards the door. Even tripping on his way, he opened the door to see her in the arms of another man, He furrowed his eyebrows and clenched his jaw shaking his head in the scenario that was happening in front of him. “Hey man can we come in, she said she lives here” the guy said.

“Yeah she can come in” he said as he took her from his grip. “But you can go home” he said, closing the door “Why did you do that?” she asked drunkenly.

“Let's get you fixed Cassandra” he said walking her up to her room placing her gently on her bed.

“I hate you” she said, making him look at her.. “I hate that I actually fucking love you..” she said looking at him in the most sober state she could.

“Cassandra you're drunk, c’mon get your shoes off” he said trying to help her out with her shoes.”I'm serious James!” she said, pushing him away and getting up.

“Ive been fucking in love with you for god knows how long” Her voice cracking as she talks about how long she has been in love with her best-friend.

“Cassandra..” he said slowly approaching her for her to only step back. “I know James it's wrong..I know but I tried and I did move on from you while you were happy with Connie but when we became roommates it started again. My love for you started again and being in love with your best friend is wrong but-” she was cut by his lips being on hers gently kissing her, his hands cupping each side of her cheeks caressing them. Her hands went behind his neck deepening the kiss. They let go for some air placing their foreheads on each other his eyes focused on her. “I love you too, Cassie,” he said.

--The morning after that night

She wakes up covered in the most comfortable blanket covering her naked body under it. She remembers the night of her and Bucky making love for most of the night before falling asleep in her bed. She rolls around to see an empty space next to her.

She gets up and puts clothes on before walking out of her room “James?” She enters the living room to see a woman facing her back towards her and James in front of the woman. She already knew who it was..It was connie.

“Hey Cass” she says happily getting up from her seat and hugging her. Cassandra’s glossy eyes fixed on Bucky. His head down fidgeting on his fingers before looking and seeing the disbelief on her face.

“It's so good to see you again” connie said letting her go from the embrace, Cassandra gave out a fake smile and just nodded. “Your back” was the only thing that came out from her mouth. Connie walked back beside James wrapping her arms around him, the same action done by James.

She blinks the tears back that were threatening to come out. “Me and Bucky have been talking and I realised that I still love him. That's why I decided to come here and talk …I actually thought that you two were together..” she said looking back at Bucky with a smile as he replied to her.

She looked at the couple happily looking at each other. She shakes her head down and composed herself. “That's nonsense…Jamie’s my—my best friend” she replied.

“That's exactly what he said” she said with her high pitched voice. She just nodded. “Well…Uhm…It’s nice to have you back Connie…I—“ she said, fidgeting and looking around for an excuse. “I uhm—I have to get ready I have Uhm—-plans with the girls” she said walking back to her room before stopping on her tracks looking back at Jamie and Connie… “I’m happy for you guys.” She said looking directly at James before turning around running back to her room. Locking the door behind her before feeling her knees Buckle as she sobs covering her mouth from making any noise.

——Two hours later

She hasn’t gotten out of her room. Connie and Bucky outside just finishing up a conversation. Cassandra hears the front door close thinking James and Connie went outside. She finally decided to get out of her room wearing jeans and a hoodie with her bag looking like she was in a rush to go out. Before she could even reach the door.

“Cassie..” a voice behind her. The only person that calls her that name was no other than James bucky Barnes.

She took a deep breath closing her eyes for a moment before speaking “yes..” the tremble in her voice was evident trying not to cry.

“Face me when I talk to you” he ordered but she didn’t budge.. “Cassandra,” he said, gripping her shoulders to make her face him. And he saw the tears that were falling on her cheeks.

James widens his eyes on the sight of her best friend crying because of him.

“Cassie..” he said trying to hold her hand but she slaps his hand away.

“You told me you love me..” her jaw clenched.

“You made love to me last night.. and told me you loved me…I wake up and find you back with her..” her voice cracking as she expresses her feelings. She tilted her head with her eyebrows furrowed..

“Cassie, you know this was going to happen.” He reasoned.

“Her coming back..yeah I knew that..”

“But us fucking? And you telling me you love me…I didn’t know that was going to happen”

“You know what hurts the most…” she said, he finally faced her.. “I believed you when you told me that you loved me—That finally the guy I love is finally loving me back.” she said, turning her heel and walking out of the shared apartment.

It took a few seconds before her words struck him chasing after her.

“Cassie!” He shouted and she exited the front door of the apartment. As he walks out he sees her hugging her brother..

He stopped in his tracks as he saw how the brother was looking at him. “Tony..” he tried getting closer to the siblings.

“Get the fuck away from my sister..”he said with a low tone. Even behind the shades he was wearing it was evident how his stare was to him. “Get in the car,” Tony says her nickname as he opens the door of the passenger seat, Cassandra not even turning around to look at James as she gets in the car. Tony’s stare still on James before walking to the drivers side and speeding away from him.

“What happened?” Tony asked her..

“Cassandra…”

“I fell for his lies..” she said looking down tears still falling.

“I thought you were best friends” he asked

“He was..Until that’s stupid agreement” she said slapping herself. Tony holding her hand before it gets worse.

“Stop that..you’ll stay with me for a while okay?” She just nodded to her older brother.

——-

“Wanda c’mon I haven’t seen her since last Saturday.” He follows Wanda around the room as she picks up clothes for her friend.

“Bucky, can you stop following me? I have stuff to do” she said, pushing him aside as she took stuff out of her closet.

“Why are you taking her passport?” He asked, pointing to her passport. She hesitated before answering “it’s an ID” the only answer she said before zipping up her bag.

“Can you please tell her to answer my calls..” he pleaded, she stopped walking and finally faced Bucky. “Bucky…you and I have known each other for as long as you and Cassandra knew each other, right?” He nodded..

“And you know I have known her since we were in high school. And after what you did I will never let her answer your calls.”

“That girl you called best friend. You broke her heart…why did you have to pick her for your own selfish acts? Huh?

“I don’t understand because she did nothing bad to you bucky. She loved you and you were too blind to see it. And you decide to feed her with false lies and tell her you love her even though you clearly know you don’t. And you're still not over Connie!.”

“I did!—I do love her Wanda!” He said

“Yet you're still with Connie” she said and exited the apartment not hearing a rebuttal from Bucky..

——

Few weeks have passed and Bucky hasn’t heard from Cassie since that last encounter. He tried to move on and be with Connie which he did. He missed Connie more than anything but now that he has her..He felt like something was missing, his best-friend.

He couldn't shake off the thought of her in his head although the thing he wished he had before was Connie. He has her now but it doesn’t feel right. He felt like his feelings for Connie had changed. But he hasn’t allowed himself to accept his true feelings for Cassie

—

“I heard what you did punk” -Steve

“Me too..not a great move Barnes..Cass was a great girl” -Sam

“I know that!” -Bucky

“Why did you do it?” -Sam

“It’s hard to explain. She was my best friend and I thought it would be easy to pretend to be together to make Connie jealous. Which it did but-“ -Bucky

“But?”- Sam

“But I didn’t expect her to fall for me..or me falling for her”-Bucky

“You really are stupid..” -sam

“Hey!”-bucky

“Cassandra has always liked you buck..Freshman year remember? She would always save you a meatball sub every Wednesday in the campus canteen because you're always late to lunch and it goes out before you could even get any.” -Steve

“She even gives you answers to exams cause she knows your too dumb to study..And you were always with Connie” -Sam

“Or what about the way she even looks at you man..” -Steve

“Honestly I don’t know why you didn’t pick it up sooner..” -Steve

“I didn’t know..I was in a relationship then..”

“You know I actually had a crush on Cassandra..But seeing the way she looks at you made me step back..” -Steve

“Fix this Buck..before I take your place”- Steve

That was the last message he saw before the door of his apartment was barged in.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?” Natasha screams as she enters the door walking towards him. “Hello to you too Natasha” Bucky said, looking in her direction.

“Care to explain why you have to do that to her, Break her heart like it's nothing” Anger can be seen in Natasha's eyes as Bucky was just staring at her without expression. He was hiding the real feelings inside him trying not to break in the sight of her friend.

“What!?” she argued, pushing his shoulders.

“Calm down Romanoff.. Do you really believe that I purposely hurt her?”

“She agreed on acting like my girlfriend to make Connie jealous and we succeeded and I’m done with her that’s it.”

“Are you serious, Bucky..That girl's heart beats for you ever since we all met,” Natasha argued.

“She agreed on the set-up Natasha.” He answers, she shakes her head in disbelief “Out of all the females around you decided to break your best friend's heart for a girl who has no interest in you anymore.” she said with an angry tone walking towards the door to exit the room. “Because of your stupid selfish act i'm going to loose two of my closest friends. And that doesn't involve you in it”

“What!?”

“Yeah! Because of you she’s leaving!” Natasha said, screaming at him.

“What do you mean leaving?”

“Wanda and Cassandra are leaving. They're going to Sokovia.” she explains..

“I’m surprised you didn’t know..haven’t you been in her room? Haven’t you noticed all her things are gone?”

——

He entered her room for the first time and saw her closet empty. He didn’t see her get in the apartment. Him not knowing that she would come home in times that she knew he was out.

Her room smelled like her scent that he loves.

—

“That smells good…Can you spray that on me” he said to her as she gave him a confused look. “Why?” She furrowed her brows.

“I want to smell like my girl, duh” he said, puffing his chest out, gesturing to her to spray some on his clothes.

“You’ll smell like A girl” she teased

“Well as long as the girl is you I don’t mind” he smirked at her.

—

He went out of the room and sat down on her bed. He opened her bedside table and saw a letter with his initials on it.

Dear Jamie

If you are reading this letter that means you went through my stuff...But I have made sure nothing is left to be found except this letter. I cannot handle seeing you any time soon. I’m sorry Jamie..I’m sorry for falling in love with you, but even before the agreement I have loved you more than you know. And when you said you loved me too it gave me hope that it could be true..Us could be true.

But the morning after the most amazing night of my life I see you back in the arms of the person you love. For those fourth months of us acting like a couple were the most amazing four months of my life with you.

You have hurt me deeply that’s why I decided to move away for a while and find myself. You're still and will always be my best friend. But for now you're just somebody that I used to know.

Have a good and happy life with Connie. I’m happy to know that you will never be lonely in her presence. Again I love you James, Even though I know you never will feel the same. Good bye for now.

Your girl,

Maria Cassandra “cassie” Stark

Bucky didn’t notice that while reading the letter she had left for him that tears slowly came down his face. A knock on the door was heard. His hope of the person making that knock to be her was very high. He jolted up from the bed while wiping his face and ran to the door opening it to see.

“Hey babe.”

“Connie…hey” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. He came forward and gave him a kiss on the lips.

“So are we on for tonight?” She asked as she walked past him and settled in the living room.

“Connie…” he said, almost coming out as a whisper. He walks towards her, his face on the ground.

“I—“

“What the problem, Bucky..?” He said lifting his chin to look at her and his eyes speaks more than words. He was in pain of guilt and longing for a different person.

“Babe, are you okay?” she said cupping his, he gently took her hand off his face.

“Connie I’m sorry..but I can’t do this anymore” he started, confusion on her face was visible.

“I love you…But not the same as before”

She took a step back from him. “It’s Cassandra isn’t it?” She asked “how?” He furrowed his brows confused.

“I’ve always known it was her. The way you cared for her and treated her like how you treat me..but I always thought she was just a best friend to you that’s why it didn’t bother me”

“I’m so sorry Connie…I need to find what I really want and as of now—“

“It’s not you anymore. It’s her”

The discussion was short between the two talking about their differences saying sorry and their goodbyes.

“Fight for this Bucky..” she said before leaving his apartment.

A YEAR LATER

It's been a year since the last time they saw each other. Losing one's best friend is hard but what hurts the most for Bucky is that he didn't even have a chance to tell her the feelings that he felt towards her. He was willing to wait until she came home.

---

“Hey, buck!” Steve greeted Bucky as he entered the home of Sam Wilson.

“ I thought you said you couldn't make it?” he asked “Well i wouldn't miss a barbeque night in the Wilson household, right?” he joked. As the party progressed he suddenly had this wave of comfort come up to him just by a scent. A scent that was prominent to his memory, her scent.

“Well Isn’t it the great James Bucky Barnes in my home?” Sam said, approaching the two men conversing and exchanging embraces. “You told me you weren't coming.” he said, rubbing the back of his neck. “What's with them not coming? Can I not change my mind?” Bucky asked with a grin looking at both of his friends who were exchanging looks at each other.

“Well because--” he was cut by the voice behind sam. “Bucky?” she said.

The three men turned around and saw where the voice was coming from.

“Wanda!” he said surprised, Knowing that Wanda was with Cassie the whole time she was away. “Your home?” he asked. “Well sokovia was my home i'm just back..But yeah maybe you could say i'm home, they said you weren't coming” she added

“I changed my mind” he simply answered..Wanda knew what Bucky was thinking. The urge of wanting to ask her if she was home was very hard for him to handle. “She’s home too Bucky..she’s inside” she simply said, giving him a smile. He just nodded as a response and headed straight inside the house. He knew she was close because he could faintly hear her voice and smell her scent.

As he turned around the corner there she was sitting down on the dining table helping Sarah prepare the food for the barbeque. Her back facing him, Her hair darker shades than before. Longer than the last time he saw her, she was wearing a sundress that was backless,

Sarah saw the way James jaw dropped in the sight of Cassandra and how his eyes were glued to her the moment he entered the room they were in.

“Ehem” Sarah cleared her throat. Cassandra’s head jolted up from Sarah's noise with a confused face; she followed her sight and landed on James who was standing still.

A small smile crept on her face “Jaime” she simply said, merely coming out as a whisper. She got up from her seat as Sarah excused herself out. “Cassie”.

“Hey, how--uhm how have you been?” she asked “Good---Good actually thank you for asking.” he simply answered but in reality it wasn't. Yes his career was blossoming ever since they last saw each other but he wasn't all too well. Missing her every chance he thinks of her, wishing she was still beside him.

“That’s great..How is connie?”

“We--We broke up long time ago”

“Oh..i'm sorry” sincere apologies coming from her. “I missed you Cassie..” he added, making her look at him while maintaining eye contact for a few seconds. “I missed you too jaime” she said walking closer to him pulling him into a hug that felt so right. He melted in her touch, him hugging her back and digging his head on the crock of her neck.

“You're still my best friend, right?” she asked, he pulled away hands still around her waist to his face. “Of Course Cassie..”

She smiled and that sent him into the moon and back forgetting how beautiful the human being in front of him was. “I want you to meet someone..” she said, holding his hand and leading him outside. They walk towards a guy that was playing with Sarah's kids. Laughing and playing together.

“Pietro!” she called out making Bucky furrowed his brows.

“Yes, gorgeous?” he answered, getting up from his seat and looking up at her with that smile. Now Cassie and Bucky are standing in front of Pietro..

“Jamie this is Pietro, Pietro this is Jamie but you can call him Bucky.” She introduced the two men to each other.

“Oh your THE Jamie, nice to meet you man heard lots about you.” he said, extending his hand out to shake James and he reciprocated with a tight-lipped smile. He saw the way Cassie looked at Pietro. The way his hands were on the small place of her back and she looked up at him makes his stomach turn out of jealousy.

“He’s Wanda’s twin:” Cassandra added, Great Bucky thought to himself. Not only is he perfect but he is also the brother of her best friend.

They talked for a while Cassie slowly moved next to Pietro as his hands snake behind her back placing it on her waist. James eyes following his arms around her girls waist blood boiling he tried not to glare at him but him being him he failed that. The way she would look up at his new friend made him miss how she used to do that to him. He realised everything that she has done for him to show affection yet James was clouded by his love for someone else. Now that he does see her, she’s someone else’s girl now.

“Uhm- I’m sorry I have to do something..nice meeting you Peter-“ James said

“It’s Pietro-“ James just smiled and nodded before walking away. Cassie noticed his friend's attempt to not show his true emotions. She excused herself and followed Bucky.

“James…” she called out to him. He didn’t stop in his tracks. Walking towards his car.

“Jamie…!” She called out again

“Bucky!” He stopped in his tracks. Very rarely would she call him Bucky. It’s always been James or Jamie,

She sped walk in front of him, seeing a sour expression on his face, him trying not to make eye contact with her.

“What’s wrong with you? I’ve noticed you being uncomfortable…did I do something?”

“Cassie…did you do something? You went away for a year..I have no way of contacting you or knowing where you were”

“I’m sorry James…But I think my reasons were valid for me to go..”

“You didn’t let me explain!”

“Explain what James? Explain that you slept with me then went back to her? Explain that you knew I loved you..but never felt the same is that it?”

“No Cassandra!”

“Then what James! I can't read minds”

“I love you Cassie!” He confessed, her eyes widened at his confession. Lips partly apart from her being taken aback.

“I waited Cassandra…I wanted to wait until you came back. And now your back—-But you're someone else’s girl” he said looking down.

“When I told you I loved you—-I wasn’t lying..I loved you but I was too scared to admit it..”

“I’m sorry for hurting you- but soon after Connie came back I realised how stupid and blind I was—everything I wanted was already in front of me and I was stupid enough to let it go—“

“I should have fought for us- for you..I shouldn’t have used you— you left and came back now you're in a relationship with that Pietro guy and he’s perfect but i ca-“ he heard her laughing.. She tried to hide it but she just bursted it out, trying to contain her Laughter by covering her mouth.

“Cassandra this is not something to laugh about” he said seriously, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at her.

She just smiled at him with adoration. And slowly stepped forward and placed her lips on his, She slowly went down from her tippy toes as James adjusted the kiss to her height. Her hands creeped up to his neck pushing him lower to deepen the kiss, his arms wrapped around her waist. She stopped the kiss and looked James in the eye before speaking.

“Your stupid..” a smirk formed on her face “Pietro- is only a friend he’s off limits because Wanda is my best friend…and—I can never love someone like how I loved you—-I never stopped Jamie and I don’t think I’ll ever will” she puts her forehead on his. James smiling at her words, his once tense shoulders now relaxing at her presence.

“Can you be my girl Cassie?”

“I’ve always been your girl Jamie”

The end

[yoursecondfirstlove]

Apple of my eye (part 1)

Edward Nashton x F!Reader

The Riddler decides to deviate from his plan of change for the city, instead attempting to indulge in something more…personal

Word count: 1036

PART 2 PART 3

Warnings: implied stalking, mention of kidnapping, brief mention of drug use, (y/n) is a woman

Gothamites far and wide hung on the anticipation of the new riddler broadcast. The air was tense in the GCPD as they awaited their message, any message not delivered with a body was welcome, however considering the DAs children had been reported missing not six hours ago tension remained. Jim held his breath, standing around the TV screen with the dark vigilante he had come to know, as well as some other cops who had scattered themselves across the room. He had crossed and uncrossed his arms, jittery as the news anchor finished her brief content warning to viewers, and then he popped in screen. “Hello” he greeted simply, voice filtered as it was typically. “As many of you have likely deduced I have…’borrowed’ our dear district attorneys precious son and daughter” a sigh got caught in Jim’s throat, sure he had known it but having it confirmed still hit him a little.

“Neither HAVE to die or even be injured for that matter” now THAT caught Jim’s attention, he exchanged a glance with Vengeance, who as expected remained entirely stoic.

“They’re something of a bargaining chip. For what? Well” the riddler laughed almost bashfully and lowered his head, shaking it in amusement “well the apple of my eye” he continued a little bit more of a giggle on his lips. Jim’s eyebrows furrowed as he began to lean forward towards the screen.

A picture appeared, a woman, likely in her twenties. It looked to be a picture from her social media, a charming selfie. She was smiling, her (e/c) eyes twinkling with a little playful glint. She was pretty, she seemed warm and fun. Jim could only muster up one thought “what in the hell could this freak want with this poor girl?”

Across town she was at work, a waitress in a greasy spoon diner, the uniform did nothing for her form but she still managed to look beautiful, elegant almost. She had stopped in her tracks, almost dropped the pot of coffee she was holding. “Jesus fucking Christ dude” a voice from behind her said, Dylan, he’d been working there two weeks and (y/n) was pretty sure she’d never seen him NOT high.

But she wasn’t thinking about that right now, her world spun as she watched the broadcast of the infamous riddler announcing that he wanted something and that something had to do with her.

“This beautiful creature has really had quite the grip on me since the day I’d seen her” the riddler continued, his voice was softer than the theatrical excitement he had normally used. “However I’ve had no way of reaching her so, I’ll admit, I’m going for a bit of an extreme here. In exchange for the lives of these two adult spoiled brats I would like an hour alone, a video call, nothing more, nothing LESS” he near seethed as he stressed his last word.

(Y/n) couldn’t understand, she felt like she was dreaming, she had to be. How exactly does one respond to finding out you’re the subject of obsession from a terrorist. “I have taken the liberty of sending a phone to the GCPD, which I will call at 6pm on the day of this broadcast,if she is not there or no one answers, the brats die” he chuckled lightly “if I find out about any tampering with the phone, the brats die. If I find out about ANYONE in the room with her during this private conversation, THE. BRATS. DIE.”

All eyes were on (y/n) in the diner but she hardly registers them. “(Y/n), my love, light of my life…it’s a date. Okay? Buh -bye” and with that the broadcast ended. She just stood there a moment processing before looking at the clock. 4:45 pm. “Shit, I have to fucking go” she said speed walking into the staff room. “Yeah the fuck you do” Dylan added breathlessly. She rushed to unlock her locker throwing off her uniform and quickly shuffling into the outfit she had slunk into that morning before rushing out the door.

The GCPD was hectic, having nothing more to work with than a face and a first name wasn’t easy and they had an hour and fifteen minutes to figure it the fuck out. Vengeance had already trudged himself out some window to frantically search. After about twenty minutes of chaos the world practically stopped at (y/n) was escorted through the door. Jim finally felt air knock back into his lungs as she walked up to his as instructed.

The two occupied an interrogation room, the phone sent by the riddler lay on the table next to a water bottle Gordon has given her. He intended to make the most out of the fifty minutes they had left before the call

“Do you have any inkling as to who the Riddler may be?” She simply shook her head “no, not at all” Jim quickly concluded she was either telling the truth or was a damn good liar. “Do you have any way of knowing how he had come across you?” She opened and shut her mouth a few times before speaking “I’m a waitress, people come and go all the time so…maybe there? I do frequent some shops and restaurants a lot too so.. no way of knowing really” she was scared, she had never been interrogated in her life, not officially like this.

“Has the riddler made any attempt to contact you before this?” She shook her head, she was shaking now.

Before long the phone rang, after a breath Jim quickly removed himself, he’d opted to stay out from behind the one way glass as well, he didn’t want to take any risks in observing the conversation.

(Y/n) propped the phone up against the water bottle and answered the face time call, and there he was, the Riddler. He sat silently, just…staring. “Hello..” (y/n) broke the silence nervously. “Hi..” he answered before plunging them both into another moment of heavy silence. After a few seconds he leaned forward “you’re so beautiful” he breathed out. (Y/n) forced a smile and thanked him kindly, as to not upset him in anyway.

“Tell me about yourself. Please. I want to hear everything”

[m-jelly]

HELLO JELLY 👋 😼

first of all, CONGRATULATIONS ON REACHING 2K!! you deserve it 💘 here’s to many more 000000’s 😆

anyway i have a req, it’s basically inspired from a text i read a few days back. it’s basically about reader texting levi w smtg that starts w “i’ve been thinking…” and then she was gonna say “we should go on a date or something” but that message didn’t go through because of wifi problem or something (?) but then the next message which is something like “i’m feeling tired and i need a break” went through. so it was basically just a misunderstanding. what she meant was she was gonna ask levi on a date to help release her stress but levi misunderstood. he got scared and thought that the reader wanted to break up w him so he began flooding her w messages n voicemails and all. no need to mention my name, thank you~

i hope this is not too confusing. my english sucks. it’s 11:40 pm here and i’m in desperate need of sleep so my brain is barely working 😅 jelly, thank you in advance and congrats again!! 💕

Thank you so much! I still love your profile picture <3

4) I've been thinking...

Texts.

You: I've been thinking

You: We should go on a date or something - MESSAGE FAILED

You: I’m feeling tired and I need a break.

You: I'm going into a meeting, so I won't be available in a bit.

Voicemail

Levi: *whimpers your name* I'm so sorry! Please don't leave me. Please. I'll do anything to keep us together. I will.

If you're tired of me, then maybe we can switch things up! I'll take you on as many dates as you desire. We'll go to big social events if you want? I'll show more public displays of affection as well. I'll hold you and kiss you in public more often.

I'll do more surprises as well. I want you to be happy. I want to give you things you desire and need.

I love you. You're the love of my life. I will never love anyone the way I love you. I want to marry you and have kids. I made marriage plans and everything. I even bought a ring. I was going to ask you to marry me.

Please, call me back.

Call

You: Levi?

Levi: *shouts your name* Did you get my voicemail? I'm so sorry! I want to fix this!

You: Levi, I am so sorry.

Levi: No...no please.

You: Wait! *Sigh* Levi, my phone fucked up. I'm so sorry! I sent a message after I've been thinking. I was asking if you wanted to go on a date because I'm tired and need a break.

*silence*

You: Levi I'm so damn sorry! I sent it all in a rush before my meeting! I'll show you my phone when I get home. I don't want to break up at all. I love you so much. Levi, I'm really fucking sorry.

Levi: So...you don't want to leave me?

You: Hell no! I want to be with you for the rest of my life! I adore you! You're the love of my life. I love you so much.

Levi: I love you too...so I can keep you?

You: *sniff* Yes! Yes, you can keep me! Me and you forever.

Levi: Yeah! You and me forever. I want you so much. Can I come to your work and see you? I need to hold you and kiss you.

You: Yes! Yes, please! Oh, and Levi?

Levi: Yeah?

You: Do you really want to marry me?

Levi: I do. I want you to be my Mrs Ackerman, now and forever.

You: I want that too.

Levi: I'm coming to see you now. I love you!

You: I love you too Levi!

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[idy-ll-ique]

A Day Well-Spent

Pairing: Mob Boss!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Genre: It's like... fluff to the extreme

Warnings: mention of guns

Requested: nope

Summary: Y/N has just moved to Brooklyn and doesn't know how things are there. Bucky Barnes runs things around Brooklyn but what happens when they meet? Will she run away or will she still shoot her shot?

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Okay, first of all, THANK YOU FOR 500 FOLLOWERS I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCH. also i think im obsessed with mob fics????? chile anyways so... enjoy!

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"Ready to go, sweetie?"

"You know it, babe," Y/N grinned at her friend, Clarice. The two, on their way to work, had stopped by a coffee shop for their daily dose of caffeine. As they walked out of the café, Clarice turned to Y/N. "Finish your story! What did Brad say to you after that?!" Clarice reminded her and Y/N giggled.

"Oh, he was just too sweet! But not my type, ya know what I mean? I didn't know how to turn him down," she sighed. "Poor guy. If he had approached me…" Y/N lightly shoved her friend. "I have his number, should I pass it on?" Clarice turned to Y/N, wide eyed. "Darling, you're too good to me," she spoke with a strong Brooklyn accent.

Y/N burst out laughing. She had moved from another part of the country to Brooklyn for education; along with attending college, she was also working as a waitress at a nice little restaurant. That was how she met Clarice, her being another waitress at said restaurant. The two became fast friends.

Clarice was a few years older than Y/N, a single mother with a 4 year old son. Her son was extremely cute. As Y/N continued laughing, she didn't notice how her friend stopped in her tracks. Clarice was busy staring at the huge hunk of a man a few feet ahead of Y/N, standing in the middle of the pavement with his phone held to his ear, his back to them.

Bucky Barnes.

That man was James Buchanan Barnes, the King of Brooklyn. He ran the whole damn city along with his mob; very important and influential. On top of that? He was hot-headed, easily got angry and people knew what happened when he got angry. Except Y/N. Y/N didn't even know who he was.

As Y/N neared Bucky, still laughing for some reason, Clarice thought of calling out to her. And alert him of their presence? No way! "Clarice, you know I love it when you do your acc—" All of a sudden, Y/N collided into a soft wall, spilling her coffee all over it. Opening her eyes, she found out that it was no wall; instead, she had collided straight into a person.

And drenched his back with coffee.

He was wearing what looked like a very expensive suit and Y/N immediately felt guilty. "Oh my goodness, I'm so fucking sorry!" she blurted out as Bucky pulled the phone away from his ear, turning to look at her. His men, who were loitering around, had her surrounded as they pointed their guns at her. But she didn't notice.

She was busy staring at Bucky, her jaw slightly dropped. Hot damn, he is good looking, she thought to herself. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that she snapped out of a daydream. He had a stern expression on his face and she realized she messed up. He's someone important. Then she started apologizing profusely.

Bucky simply stared at her, taking in her features as he gave her a once-over. She's new, he realized, not from Brooklyn. "Hey, hey, hey, it's okay," he chuckled and she immediately shut up, offering him a timid smile. "I really am sorry, I feel like a total ass. That suit looks expensive, sir, is there any way I can help? Maybe pay for dry cleaning?"

"Do you know who I am?" he instead asked and her brows furrowed. "Oh Lord, am I supposed to know?! One mess up after another…" she grumbled and Bucky couldn't help but laugh. "Don't worry. My name is Bucky Barnes, you may call me Bucky." At this point, even his men were surprised, lowering their guns.

Clarice was still standing there and one of the men caught her eye. He nodded his head towards Y/N and Clarice gave him an unsure smile. He sauntered over to her. "She's with you?" he asked and Clarice groaned, dropping her head. "She's new to Brooklyn, and has no idea who he is. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience."

The man smiled at her. "No worries, looks like the boss isn't gonna hurt her. I'm Sam, by the way." Clarice gave him a shy smile. Sam was also very good-looking. "I'm Clarice, nice to meet you." Better to remain on the good side of the mob. Back to Y/N and Bucky… "Bucky, that's a good name. Short for anything?"

He ran a hand through his hair, grinning. It had been years, years since someone outside of the mob had spoken to him so freely and without fear. It felt nice and refreshing, even more so because Y/N was super gorgeous. "James Buchanan Barnes." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "Named after a president, huh?"

"You making fun of my name now, doll?" he smirked slyly. "Oh no no, I wouldn't dare," she flirted easily, "My name is Y/N. I still feel bad about ruining your suit, you won't even take the money…" Bucky waved her off. "First, Y/N is a wonderful name. Second, you don't need to worry your pretty head over me, this suit can easily be replaced."

"Then how about this? A coffee. My treat. It'll make me feel better," she insisted. Bucky raised a quick brow, thinking that he would be the one to ask her out but oh well, this works too. "Let's call it a date, shall we?" he purred, taking a step closer to her. She didn't back off. "If you'd like," she grinned up at him.

He couldn't help but grin back. "Excellent. Then how about you put your number in my phone and I pick you up next Sunday at 7 pm?" He thrust his phone into her hand and Y/N swore she heard someone gasping in the background. Bucky Barnes was a very private person but here he was now; handing his phone to a stranger.

She quickly put her number in his phone and handed it back, smiling. "I'll await your call." He leaned in and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. "I have to go now, so I'll see you later. Say hello to your friend from my side. Sam! Stop flirting, man, we gotta go!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see his friend flirting with Clarice.

She laughed and turned back to Bucky, who was already looking at her with a goofy grin on his face. "I'll see you next Sunday, Mr Barnes. Again, sorry for the suit!" He waved his arm in dismissal and got into the car, throwing her one last blowing kiss before zooming off. Y/N walked back to Clarice, who was staring at her, jaw dropped.

"I know the hell you didn't just do that."

"Did I do something wrong?" Y/N frowned. Then, all of a sudden, a wide grin bloomed on Clarice's face. "Do you even know who you're going to go on a date with next Sunday?!" Y/N blinked. "Is he someone important?" Clarice made a sound of indignation. "Important? Bitch, he's the Kingpin! The King of Brooklyn! A mob boss!"

Y/N's eyes went wide. "No way," she scoffed. "Yes way! Ask anyone! He runs things around here, babe. It was fun to see him all soft, though, he's kinda hot-headed and hard to impress. Even women stay away from him. And now you two are going on a date?! If this relationship does not end in a marriage I'm suing."

Y/N flushed slightly and punched Clarice on the shoulder. "Clair, we haven't even gone on one date." Clarice shrugged. "A girl can dream. Oh, your children will be the most beautiful! Did you see his right hand man, though?! Mamma mia! Said his name was Sam Wilson, I got his number!" The two reached their workplace.

Inside Bucky's car, he was still smiling, lost in thoughts. "So, that chick, huh," Sam spoke devilishly from the driver's seat. Bucky looked at him. "That's no way to talk about the future Mrs Barnes," he admonished and Sam chortled. "Dude, you haven't been on even one date! Slow down, chicks don't like dudes who plan out a marriage on the first date."

"But I know I'm right, so why shouldn't I plan?" Bucky shrugged. He was more than confident that Y/N was going to become his in the future. The way she looked at him, spoke to him, flirted with him… it was enough for him to become smitten with her at the first glance. "What about you and her friend, huh?"

It was Sam's turn to become flustered. "Clarice Light. Has a 4-year old son, Aaron." Bucky nodded thoughtfully. "A mother. Well-maintained looks," he commented, laughing when Sam punched him on the shoulder. "Why don't you think about your own chick and leave mine alone?"

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Y/N frantically smoothed out her dress, checking herself in the mirror. She wore a beautiful, nude coloured bandage dress that reached mid-thigh, along with similar coloured heels. Bucky was coming to pick her up in 5 minutes. Even after finding out who he was she didn't back away, instead finding it empowering that the most important man in Brooklyn wanted to take her out on a date.

All of a sudden the bell rang, pulling Y/N out of her thoughts. The first thing she saw upon opening the door was a huge bouquet of red roses right in front of someone's face. He then moved the bouquet to reveal his face and Y/N smiled broadly. "Bucky!" He grinned back at her. "Hi, doll! Here, an extraordinary bouquet for an equally extraordinary woman."

"You're too flattering. These roses smell amazing, thank you so much." She took the bouquet from his hands and kept it away, stepping out of the house. Bucky offered her his hand and she took it, allowing him to lead her out of the building and towards an audacious, ridiculously expensive looking car.

"Everything about you is lavish, huh?" she teased as he ushered her into the passenger seat, sitting next to her. "Bad to have a taste for the finer things in life?" he teased right back, placing his hand on her thigh as the other gripped the steering wheel. "No, I mean, you are the Kingpin. I should expect luxury."

He glanced at her to see her grinning at him. "You found out?" She nodded. "Yup, Clarice told me as soon as you left. I don't mind though, I'm just wondering… why me?" He laughed. "Why you? Sweetheart, you are the first person aside from Sam who has talked to me so freely since… since I was 18. And you're gorgeous. So why not?"

"Again, with the flattery…"

"Just stating facts, my dear."

"Also, my friend has a crush on Sam, so do tell him to ask her out." Bucky laughed harder. It had been years since he'd enjoyed himself so much. "Really? He has a crush on her too! I guess I'll tell him tomorrow." Y/N looked out of the window. "Where are we going?" Bucky gently squeezed her thigh. It was clear he wasn't taking her to a café, like originally planned.

"A picnic in the park." Y/N's eyes lit up. "I love picnics!" she squealed. "Then I guess I made a good choice," Bucky chortled along. The two soon reached the park and Bucky got out of the car first, holding the door open for Y/N to step out. "A gentleman," she noted, making him grin. He then took out the picnic basket from the backseat.

Y/N laid out the classic pink and white checkered blanket that he had brought along, taking off her heels before sitting down. "Ugh, I'd have worn pants if I knew I was going to be sitting on the ground," she groaned as she somehow sat down, adjusting her dress.

"You look gorgeous in that dress though," Bucky commented, "But you don't need to worry about public indecency because it's just you and me in the park." Y/N blinked at him as he sat down, opening the basket and taking out food. "Just us? You booked the whole park?" Bucky smirked at her. "It's easy when you run things around here."

Y/N fondly shook her head. "So much effort." He winked at her. "All for you, doll, all for you." The two maintained a chat as they ate. "So, you're new here. Why did you move to Brooklyn?" Bucky asked her. "Education. I go to [Name] college, actually, and work part-time as a waitress for some additional income," she hummed. He nodded thoughtfully.

"What about you? Is the mob a family business or a start-up?" Bucky smiled at her boldness. "Family business, my dad used to run it before me. I was 16 when I took over." Y/N realized what must've happened and gave him a sad smile. "I'm sorry for your loss." Bucky returned the smile. "It's fine, he was no saint."

"No?"

"Yup, hated him actually. Used to be cruel to my mom, to me too… until he got shot. Best day of my life." Y/N gasped quietly. "Bucky! He was your father!" Bucky chuckled mercilessly. "An asshole is what he was. Geez, speaking of, my mom is gonna be so happy."

"What's her name?" Y/N took a bite of her sandwich. "Winifred. She's awesome, raised me and my sister alone, ya know? Dad was always too busy. My mom will like you, I can tell. And so will my sister." Y/N smiled at that. "A sister?" He nodded, excited to talk about his family.

"Rebecca Barnes. She's a few years younger than me, maybe your age. She goes to your college too." Y/N suddenly squealed. "You mean to tell me my best friend from college is your sister? Rebecca Barnes?!" Bucky smiled so wide he thought his cheeks were gonna tear. "You've met her?" Y/N vehemently nodded.

"She's really great, the only person kind enough to introduce herself on the first day I moved in. She was the one who showed me around campus and I found out that she mostly spent time alone because no one wanted to talk to her, her brother being involved with the bad side of law or something. But I didn't care. I still don't. She's awesome, you're awesome."

Bucky felt himself tear up at her words. "Doll, you have no idea how much that means to me." Y/N grinned at him, scooting sideways so she could lay her head on his shoulder. "I'm serious, you know. I can't wait to tell her about this." Bucky laughed in a watery tone, pressing his lips to her temple.

The two quietly ate after that. When the food was over both of them lay down on the blanket, looking up at the starry sky. "It's so beautiful," Y/N whispered, cuddling into Bucky's side as she stared at the gibbous moon. Bucky wrapped an arm around her and pulled her closer to him.

"It's nothing compared to you."

Y/N laughed quietly and looked up, the same time he looked down. They met each other halfway; their lips connecting softly yet eagerly. Lost in the kiss Bucky sat up, pulling Y/N on his lap as they continued making out. Finally, after what felt like hours did they pull away, breathless. They said nothing; Bucky looked at her as if she hung the moon.

Y/N stared at him as if he were the only thing in the world. "So, when will I get a second date?" she broke the silence, leaning down to press her forehead to his. "Oh, doll, you're not getting rid of me any time soon," he shot back, laughing. Y/N giggled along and stood up.

Both of them packed their things and got into the car, Bucky offering to drive her home since it was late. So I guess it had been hours. As Bucky drove, Y/N's phone chimed. He glanced at her when she laughed. "What's so funny?" Y/N wheezed before answering.

"I've got two texts. One from Becca and one from Clarice."

Bucky couldn't stop his chuckle. "What did Becca say?" Y/N read out, "Girl, just heard you're on a date with my bro? And I— I swear if you don't become my sister in law, I'm suing." Laughter filled the car. "She really said that?" Y/N nodded. "Yup! Even Clarice, on the day we met, said the same thing! It's nuts. We just met and they're already planning a wedding."

"Speaking of, what was Clarice's message?"

"Oh nothing, just that she got back home from a date with Sam a few minutes ago."

"What?!"

"What's wrong with that?"

"That asshole had work today!"

"Bucky!"

All in all, it was a day well-spent.

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[celestialrry]

stood up

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hello everyone!!!! I've been awol for literally weeks because i had absolutely NO motivation to write but i finally finished this piece ˊᗜˋ so YAY. ALSOO thank you for following me, liking, and reblogging my pieces (it encourages me somuchsothankyouireallyappreciateit-- and remember reblogging really helps us writers :))) )  here’s a hug for all ur patience and feel free to send me asks or requests i love talking to you guys! ε(♡'-')з

summary: Harry keeps standing Y/N up. (request from @ballerinrry! thank u love)

warnings: cursing, mentions of alcohol and sex, angsty but with a happy ending cause for some reason i can never let them end on a bad note

Y/N was excited.

It had been a while since Harry had asked her to go on a date, it was always the other way around recently. She couldn’t blame him though, Y/N knew just how busy Harry always was, and it wasn’t like he was purposefully not asking her to go do things, he just had a lot on his plate.

That’s what she kept telling herself anyways. 

It’s what she told herself when it had been 2 weeks since they had even eaten a meal together, and given the fact that just a few months ago Harry had come back to London for a while, that was rare. So, Y/N asked him to grab lunch on a Saturday while they were lying in bed together, and when he agreed, but failed to show up, leaving Y/N sitting at the cafe, her lips morphed into a frown and her eyes not focusing on the phone in front of her, she told herself he was simply booked up with meetings and studio time and such. 

Thats what he told her when he got into bed that night to apologize for accidentally standing her up. She forgave him, of course, and suggested they could just get dinner the next week. He agreed, even walked around to his calander her to show her he was marking the date off in his calendar with a heart, her first initial, and 7:00 PM etched into the little box with red sharpie. 

So, the week passed with quick kisses of good mornings and good nights, and while Harry was gone Y/N had on a black dress she had been excited to wear for a while now, with those little mini silver heels and a coat strung over her shoulders as she sat on her couch waiting for Harry to swing by to pick her up. She shot him a text that simply asked “You otw? xx”

He was not.

It took about 30 minutes of waiting on their couch to realize he was standing her up, again. And it took until the next morning for Harry to see her text (his phone had been on do not disturb while he was at the studio and he ended up spending the night at Sarah and Mitch’s after a few beers), and for the guilt to seep through his veins. 

He apologized, again. And Y/N forgave him, again. 

Only until it got to the point where Y/N no longer remembered the amount of times Harry had stood her up, for being at the studio, or sleeping after a meeting, or simply just not paying attention to his phone, she knew there was a problem. 

Harry was fully aware of the problem too. He knew that this was no way to ever treat a partner, and if someone was doing this to him, he’d dump them— well, he’s never been one to end a relationship unless it was necessary, so that’s an exaggeration, but it’s the principle of the thing. 

Which is why when he got home one day around 11 PM, gave her a kiss to the forehead after she sat up in their bed to give him a hug, and a soft  “Can we talk?” escaped her lips, he knew he had to fix this. So he asked her if they could talk over dinner the next night, he just wanted to sleep but also wanted to fix things with his girl, asking her if she was free of course, before telling her he’s gonna make a reservation at that nice restaurant the two of them used to go to quite often, because “it’s been a while since I’ve taken my favorite girl out”.

A grin broke out on her face because he had asked her! And if Harry was planning it, there’s no way he’d cancel or stand her up. 

 So yeah, Y/N was excited.

She woke up that morning with a smile on her face, and something akin to a what she thinks a rainbow would feel like running through her veins. It had only been a few months since she’d last been on a date with her boyfriend of almost 2 years and a half in person, and she was going to make the most of it. Because after this date, things would change. They’d spend more time together again and it would be like this little bump (that neither had acknowledged) never happened.

Y/N did, well, everything to prepare. Took a long shower, shaved, put on that coconut lotion Harry likes— he tended to dig his face in her neck when he smelled it while holding her—, brushed her teeth more than 3 times, dug in her closet to find that one patterned soft purple dress she bought ages ago but never had a change to wear it, until now, put on those really cute heels Harry said he liked once (“Looks like something you’d wear on a runway pet, I love ‘em.”), and even styled her hair differently than normal.

He had told her he would swing by at 8 on the dot after the studio, and soon enough, it was 8, with no sign from the man who made the promise himself. Y/N thought maybe there was traffic, he was just running late, texted him a quick, “Can’t wait to see you!! xxx” and put her phone on the coffee table, waiting on their couch. 

8 turned to 9, 9 turned to 10, 10 turned to 11, and soon it was midnight. Y/N doesn’t think she’d ever felt more empty than how she felt then, walking to their shared room of a year, slipping off her heels and tossing them towards the closet, as well as pulling her dress over herself and letting it fall to the floor behind her, grabbing that one t-shirt she always wears when she needs comfort (which just happened to an extra 2018 Live on Tour shirt Harry had laying around that she snatched just 3 months into them dating), and flopping into bed.  

She couldn’t fall asleep, and instead spent her time curled up in their bedsheets, a steady flow of tears making their way down her blush covered cheeks.

。:°ஐ

Harry usually didn’t make mistakes.

Sure, he had his moments, grabbing the wrong coffee off the counter when his name was called at the cafe, forgetting to text Jeff that he actually couldn’t make it to a meeting that was scheduled in a few hours. Just little things, things that didn’t matter that much, and could always be fixed. He didn’t usually make mistakes that weren’t easy to fix. He just wasn’t that kind of guy.

Until, he was.

Harry loved Y/N. He loved having her around, loved spending time with her, loved loving on her, loved kissing her, loved touching her, loved the way she went about almost everything. He was so in love with her, that hurting her was out of the question. He never wanted to be the one to make her cry, make her bottom lip quiver before the tears rushed out like he’d seen many times before, due to movies, his songs (which as sadistic as it sounds was an ego builder to have someone so close to him so affected by the music he wrote), her school work, or even her friends that weren’t being so nice.

In fact, he was so in love with her, even being so afraid of commitment (it took him over a year of them dating to ask her to move in), all he wanted to do was blurt out those 4 dreaded words. “Will you marry me?” It was a bond for life, and he was terrified of that, but with Y/N all he wanted to do was spend the rest of his living days with her.

When Harry had come back from being in L.A. for so long and finally being in the same city as his girlfriend back at their home, all they did was spend time together. Every time he saw Y/N all he wanted to do was say those 4 words that he hadn’t even fully come to terms with himself. It was dangerous, and Harry’s self control when it came to Y/N was lacking, so he simply did was every normal person would do in his situation.

He stood her up. 

Many more times than he could count, and of course he felt like the shittiest person in the world— shittiest boyfriend in the world—but at least now she can’t possibly be under the impression that he wanted to marry her, which is what he wanted. Or thought he wanted, until Sarah called him up one day after he had stood Y/N up for dinner the night before and told him off. Told Harry just how fucking terrible he made Y/N feel, how unwanted she thought she was, how she felt like they were loosing their relationship, and Harry didn’t know what to do with himself. (Of course Y/N had sobbed to Sarah about it over the phone while she was drunk off the wine she opened 40 minutes after Harry said he would be there, so she really didn’t even remember the conversation).

And later that day Harry had come home, heard her wavering voice asking if they could talk, and decided in his head he would tell her how he felt, how sorry he was, and how he wanted to be with her forever and love her forever if she allowed him. He had a few expectations for their dinner, that Y/N would probably tell him how he’s made her feel, and Harry would apologize, tell her why he did it, explain he thought it was no excuse, then tell her he plans on marrying her (obviously not proposing just yet, but finally bringing up the conversation they had never had even though they were in a serious committed relationship) and they’d go back home, have the most amazing sex ever, and forget about the whole thing. 

What Harry didn’t expect was to get a call from Jeff around 5 asking him to come to the studio to fix few vocals, then end up nailing down 2 songs in one night, go to a bar with the band to celebrate, get drunk, then pass out at Mitch and Sarahs flat. 

But that’s what happened, according to Mitch, who woke Harry up the very next morning. 

“Good morning man, wakey wakey,” Mitch’s teasing tone echoed through Harry’s (what felt like full of vodka) brain as he groaned and squinted his eyes. “Why are you waking me up at this hour in the morning?” Harry asked drearily, sighing and simultaneously regretting last night as a whole because the last thing he wanted to do while hungover was be up before at least 9 AM.

“We’ve gotta go to meet with Jeff about tour in like a hour, H” Mitch stated .

At Mitch’s words Harry sat up on their couch, eyes wide in fear. “Wait mate, I thought tha’ meeting was on Wednesday.”

“It is Wednesday H, god how drunk did we let you get last night…” Mitch said, beginning to recount some of Harry’s antics the night before. Harry however, couldn’t hear a thing with the blood pumping through his ears. If today was Wednesday, that meant yesterday was Tuesday, and he went and got trashed at a bar with his friends Tuesday night when— when he was supposed to be on a date with Y/N, when he was supposed to confess his intentions, when he was supposed to apologize for standing her up over and over, yet instead he went and did it again.

Now this, this was a mistake.

“…H. H. Harry? Are you there?” Mitch’s voice came back into focus and Harry shook his head. “I- fuck, I was supposed to take Y/N out last night.” Harry said, his voice trembling.

‘I’m sure she’ll forgive you, it’s just one night.” Mitch tried to make Harry feel better. He knew Y/N was a very forgiving person, she would get over this in no time.

“No, she won’t. I-I’ve stood her up for the past month and a half, Mitch.”

At these words, Mitch stands straight up  making pained eye contact with Sarah in the kitchen who was overhearing most of this conversation with her eyes wide. She had no idea it was this bad. “Month and a half? I thought it was just that one time a few weeks ago, Harry what the hell is wrong with you?” Harry simply shook his head and didn’t reply. He had absolutely no idea how to make it up to her. “I-fuck, I don’t know Mitch!” Harry raised his voice. “I need to see her and apologize, now.” Harry said, standing up and rushing over to the front door and slipping on his shoes. 

“This meeting is mandatory Harry, as much as I want you to see her too, she’d probably still asleep, and I don’t think this can be solved in under an hour.” Mitch said calmly, already knowing Harry was close to walking out his door. Harry stayed silent for a moment, weighing the options. Either go apologize to his girlfriend, or prioritize himself over her again. 

“We can do it another day, I’m sorry, but I have to go see her, tell Jeff I feel sick.” And he walked out without another word.

。:°ஐ

The morning after Harry stood Y/N up again was brutal. 

She stayed up all night, replaying moments with Harry in her head, analyzing if he wanted to be there with her, wondering if maybe he felt like he had to stay with her out of pity. It was torture, and the pain seemed to turn into numbness as time went by, and eventually the sun came up, and she stayed in bed, her motivation lost.

A loud crash and “Fuck!” woke her up, swollen eyes fluttering open to the invasive noise. Y/N furrowed her brows, her mind connecting everything that happened yesterday and unfortunately reminding her of the unbearable pain she went through the night before. A groan escaped her lips as she sat up and flung her legs out of her bed sheets that had been flung off the bed in the middle of the night.  She began grumbling to herself as she made her way downstairs, ready to tell Harry off for making so much noise.

Her mouth stopped moving, and instead remained in limbo as her eyes met Harry’s. His mouth opened to speak, but his words were caught in his throat as he saw the state she was in. It was when her mouth pressed into a line that he could begin talking. “Y/N, baby, please I know you don’t wanna see me or talk t’me right now but I’m so fuckin’ sorry, love. So so sorry, it was an accident, I went t’ the studio to fix a few things then got hung up on the songs and by the time we went to celebrate I completely lost track of time, and I was too drunk to drive home so I crashed at Mitch’s.”

Her mouth fell open at his words. Everything was happening too fast. Hearing that he stood her up to drink at a fucking bar to celebrate himself, then coming home and accidentally knocking over a glass in their kitchen (which she put together was the crash earlier after seeing the shards of broken glass on the floor) frustrated her to no end. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him any longer, and Harry had stopped talking after realizing what he just admitted to her. Without another glance, instead of looking at Y/N’s tear stained face, all he saw was her back, walking up the stairs to their room. 

“Fuck,” He said to himself before following her up the pink stairs. “Y/N, love wait-please, I’m so sorry, I just need to talk to you, I need to explain myself, please.” He begged as she shut their bedroom door in his face, his voice turning into a desperate whine at the end. 

。:°ஐ

It’s been 3 days since then, and she hasn’t spoken to him. He would leave in the mornings, kissing her forehead and mumbling an “I love you” and telling her exactly what time he’d be home, before leaving and coming back on time to find an empty plate in the sink and her lying in their bed, whether it be reading, scrolling on her phone, or typing on her laptop. He would apologize many times, reaching his hand out for hers and she would simply situate herself in their bed and lay down, back turned to him. 

Harry just couldn’t take it anymore. 

It was when she had finally let him kiss her forehead goodnight that he decided to take his chance. “Y/N.” He spoke softly, with no response or anything to indicate she heard him. “Baby, can we please talk- or I’ll talk and you listen, I just- I really need to say some things.” 

She was still faced away from him when he leaned against their headboard and he decided to keep going. 

“I- um. I’m sure you know how sorry I am, but I really am- sorry I mean. Not just for tonight but for every other time I’ve stood you up. I’m so sorry for not showing you how much you matter to me, and how much the things you do matter to me.”

It was then that she slowly sat up next to him and looked at him, eyes begging him to continue. He blushed at her intense eye-contact that he had barely gotten over the past few days and took a breath, opting to look at his hands fidgeting in his lap.

“We’ve been together for 2 and almost a half years, which is the longest relationship I’ve been in, and it’s no excuse to treat you this way, but I had just been thinking about how things progress even further than now,” He coughs. “Which is marriage, and when I finally came home, all I wanted to do was ask you to marry me- I don’t- m’not proposing right now, I just- I got really scared because wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone is crazy to me,

I’ve never thought that way about anyone else until you, I didn’t even really want to get married before you, and I started to distance myself before I ended up telling you this, but obviously that blew up in my face.” He chuckled a bit, locking eyes with her unreadable ones for a moment and lifting a hand to run through his hair. “What I’m trying to say, is that I love you, so so much, and I plan on marrying you— obviously if you want to too, of course— and I’m so sorry for trying to make you think that I didn’t care about you anymore or love you any less, because it’s the complete opposite of that.”

His eyes were watery now, as he started down at his interlocked fingers, and his eyes widened when her hand was gently placed over his own. “Harry,” Y/N began. “Look at me, please.” 

His head lifted to see her facing him, her brows knitted and a small smile on her face. “I forgive you, okay? I could tell you were kind of scared of commitment when we first started dating, and I wish I could say your reason for standing me up is surprising but it’s not.” They both chuckled a bit at this. “I- I’m still upset at you, I need you to know that, because 2 months of thinking the love of your life is avoiding you doesn’t feel all too great, so you suck for that,” she said, planting a quick kiss to his cheek which quickly turned pink. “But Harry, even if you asked me to marry you a year ago I would have said yes. I love you, so much, and I plan on spending the rest of my life with you as well. I’m sorry for giving you the silent treatment, it was… unnecessary and immature. So, thank you for apologizing. I love you.” She confessed again.

“S’okay, I deserved it, and I love you too. Maybe even more. So um, we’re okay?” Harry asked, a hopeful smile on his face. 

She nodded with a smile and pulled him into a much needed hug and pulled away only for him to bring her into an even more needed kiss. “If you ever try to pull that shit again, I’m breaking up with you.” She laughed and he tackled her into the sheets hiding his face in her neck.

“Duly noted, love. Duly noted.”

[dxrkdreamer]

Not So Bad

Modern Sukuna x Reader

Working late had been the bane of your existence, only getting worse when a certain man started showing up to your store’s parking lot to light his joints.

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: 18+ implied sex, mentions of weed.

(A/N: should I make a part 2? It seems pretty popular

Couldn’t come up with a name for the store so I used Anavrin from ‘YOU’)

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“11:00 pm? Again?” you rubbed the back of your head trying to hide your frustration, the store manager nodded his head, sighing you agreed to stay late at work again since the closer frankly did not want to stay. So now here you are grumbling as you finish sweeping the floor and checking it off your log. You worked at a high end grocery store named Anavrin, a store that swore to sell organic produce and products to the best of quality. You took up a job here in your senior year of high school, planning on working for a few months to save up for college. And yet… 4 years later you’re still here grumbling at the extra hours you had taken. After your second year of working you had a promotion to supervisor… woo hoo!!... but it turned out it was more responsibility than expected. But it paid a little more and you could not argue with that.

‘I should be a little more optimistic, I’m graduating uni this year’ you’d tell yourself anytime you wanted to pull your hair out because of your measly job. You finished turning off the lights and locking the door, sighing as you felt the cold fall air hit your tired face, taking a deep breath of fresh air… wait a second “Who the fuck is smoking weed!” you yelled in a girly voice, as if this day was not long enough. Since you were in charge of a proper closing you marched off towards a tall man leaning against the back of the store, laughing and conversing on his phone. It was a little nostalgic, you remembered your highschool days, sneaking around and smoking pot in strange places. But he was not as young as a teenager, in fact his build made him look older than you.

“Hey! I’m going to ask you to leave, this is a smoke free property” You tried saying sternly gesturing to the sign right above them that read “no smoking” in bold letters. But your short stature compared to the man made you look like a kid waving your arms around attempting a snake dance.

“What on earth is this?” a man with pink hair and face tattoos said “I’m so scared, I should be so ashamed for not reading the sign” he cackled as he pressed the joint to his lips and inhaled again. “My apologies”

He did not look sorry at all.

“Look, I’ve had a long day. I’d like to go home so please go to a proper location or I’ll-” but you’re cut off with the joint stuffed to your pretty lips.

“You’ll what cutie?” he smirked as you stared at him dumbfounded, the joint stuck to your lip as you tried to figure out a reaction. But the man was already on his way towards his motorbike. Of course he had a motorbike. “First one’s always free darling, next time I’ll charge ya” he winked as he put his helmet on and sped off.

“Mother fucker” you swore and banged your head against the brick wall. ‘Never am I staying late again’ you groaned. You walked to your car, but not without tucking the joint safely in your pocket for when you got back home.

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And that was your first of many nightly encounters with the pink haired man. You were not surprised to see him anymore in the parking lot, either smoking, laughing with friends or just sitting on his bike staring at his phone. You learned his name was Sukuna… you had asked for it during the nth time you threatened to call the cops. You also learned he sold weed to the store manager, so he pretty much had a free pass on smoking here.

“Working late again (name)? My, they must pay you a lot for you to stay here.” he smirked, watching you with grinning eyes. Your annoyance shot up at the mention of your little over minimum wage pay. They definitely were not paying you enough for the store, but giving you a delinquent like this guy… you had written your resignation letter a few times after his nightly visits. You ignored him as you walked to your car, heavy footsteps followed “I brought ya a little something” He grinned handing you a baggy with a cookie “It’s on the house, made ‘em myself”. Eyes narrowed as you tilted your head up to glare at him, but realized you were a lot closer than you expected. You could hear him breathe, feel the heat off his body and smell the spicy cologne he was wearing as you breathed a little too loudly trying to inhale the scent. “Not today darling, that package is for another date” he winked.

Oh my God.

What have you done? Sure he was hot and you didn’t mind the view, but his mouth made up for that. He was like an evil version of a talking cat. Opening his mouth to smite you, prideful like one and given the opportunity would sit on your face if you were lying down. Wait what?

“I’m not interested in you like that!” you squeeked.

He tilts his head to the side, resting his cheek in the palm of his hand “Then how are you interested in me?”

“I’m not interested unless you’re a customer, or an employee here or something!” Frustrated, you grabbed the zip loc with the cookie in it “And I’ll be confiscating this!”

“Sure thing, I made it just for you. It's a special recipe”

“I’ll let the cops know!” you yelled getting in your car, throwing the cookie on the passengers side as you sped home for the night.

“So if I was an employee…or something...” he wondered gazing at the stars, his thoughts frenzying around as his mind came up with the most brilliant idea. Cackling loudly ��you’ve really outdone yourself this time me.” Laughing as he got on his bike, speeding towards his apartment.

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“A new employee?” You mused, It was pretty hectic at work recently, one of your employee’s had quit and they finally found a replacement “I wonder what they’re like”. You asked yourself as you prepared a training checklist to go over, making sure to not make it too hard on the new guy- you heard it was his first job after all. “Hello! And welcome to the Anavrin family!” you say smiling with closed eyes, as you open them your mouth went agape. ‘What the….’ had the demon cat from the parking lot shrunk and gotten more youthful?

“Hi, I’m Yuji Itadori. You must be my brother Sukuna’s friend. He said to write your name down as someone who referred me to the job”

Chuckling nervously with the clipboard in hand you checked off the box for introductions “I’m (name) the grocery supervisor, and you would be working under me mostly.” Friends with Sukuna? Cutting your wrists open and watching them bleed sounded like the better option.

As the shift progressed Yuji showed you he was the complete opposite of his older brother. Always finishing his tasks, being kind and sweet. Everyone else loved him too, just on the first day. He was stocking milk and eggs the way you had shown him, one of the last tasks of the night. The crowd of customers thinned out as it got late and the store was closer to its closing time. You watched to make sure he was doing them correctly and if he needed any help. ‘This wasn’t so bad’ you thought, closing your eyes and leaning back.

“So how’s my little brother been (name)?”

Your eyes shot open at that voice God no please. “He’s been amazing, but you can’t just put my name as a referral without asking me-” There stood a tall Sukuna in a dress shirt with his sleeves rolled back, probably coming after finishing his day job. Majority of his tattoos were covered except the lines on his wrists that were exposed, making you gulp inaudibly. Suddenly feeling underdressed in your uniform’s polo shirt and measly work pants and sweater as you stared up at his glory.

“Sorry darling, I can’t do what?” he smirked. Mentally praising himself as his plan got into action. He couldn’t lie, (name) was interesting. Always yelling at him, cursing him and swearing that she would murder him if it was the purge. His usual charm not working gave him more of a challenge. Not to mention the way she was kind to younger brother made his heart swell a little.

The annoyance returned once you saw his shit eating grin “You can’t write my name down without asking me!”

As he opened his mouth to speak, the intercom went off, notifying everyone that the store was now closed and any remaining customers should bring their purchases to the front to pay for them.

“Yuji you can go home now, I’ll put this away and start heading out myself” you say massaging your temples with your fingers.

“See you soon (name).” Sukuna winked as he walked towards the exit, waving behind at you as he went outside to wait for his brother.

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Unfortunately soon had never come… at least not for the last 3 weeks. Making you miss the tall man in more ways than one. Maybe he wasn't so bad now that you thought about it. The usual nightly teasing might make you seethe but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t laugh about it later in your car. Somehow his laid backness and mocking smile made your night light up a little. And the weed that you would “confiscate” really did help you unwind after a long shift.

“Maybe it was because he saw me in my uniform” you grumbled. That had to be it. You weren’t a sore look on the eyes. Right? But compared to him… you hissed as you felt your lower half heat up and tremble at the thought of the man. “Well it's only 11:00 pm… and my first class is at 9:30 am… and then I have work at the 4:00.” Debating your options…. ‘This is why I’m probably so grumpy all the time, I think too much’

“And probably need to get laid” you said aloud. Living alone did have its perks, no one could call you crazy for talking to yourself. Your friends always nagged you about your dry spell too, but one night stands weren’t really fun to you anymore. They were too shallow and you always found yourself feeling more frustrated by them than relaxed.

Quickly rummaging through your drawer, you found your lovely device and turned it on. The buzz filled the room as you fell on the bed and groaned. Your mind was wild as you thought dirty little things about the man. Your eyes rolled back and you felt little whines erupt from your throat as you imagined him on top of you with his signature smirk, choking you and teasing you, calling you terrible names and whispering dirty things in your ear.

But as quickly as you heated up, the device buzzed and suddenly stopped. Too hazy to think straight you tried turning it on and off again, soon realizing it was the battery that was dead. “For fucks sake” you threw the vibrator and it hit the wall and fell with a loud thud. Good. Pulling your covers up, scowling as you shut your eyes to sleep.

The next day only went further downhill. Your lecture was long and uneventful, you forgot there was a guest speaker instead of the usual prof, most of the class skipped anyways so you sat alone and pretended to be interested. And as you went home from campus, your car broke down on the way leaving you stranded in the heat as you waited for the tow truck. You really just wanted to buy some batteries and get some time to yourself before work. But life had another thing planned once you got home, you only left with half an hour before you had to leave for work. Which barely gave you enough time to shower, change into an excuse of an outfit, grab your uniform and run out the door. You heard a few whistles as you ran to the bus stop, most likely because of the skimpy outfit which was pretty much just a long t-shirt made into a dress with stockings. But this was not the time to be picking fights.

Work was more mundane as ever. Emptying, stocking, organizing and talking was all that seemed to happen. You frowned for the nth time in the day when you saw Yuji was not scheduled to work today and you remembered him mentioning that he was going somewhere with friends for the next two days. The boy could always turn a bad day around. He was a blessing to the department and the store as a whole. The long day finally came to an end and the weekend awaited. Stuffing your uniform in your bag as you walked out you saw a familiar motorbike and a man leaning against it getting ready to light a joint.

You didn’t think, all you could hear were your footsteps smacking against the pavement as you ran to the man. Blood rushed to your head as you slowed down, stopping barely an inch away from him. He was wearing jeans and a dress shirt and most important, that smirk.

“I didn’t realize you missed me this much darling, otherwise-” but he was cut short as your hands gripped his head and pulled him down to your lips for a not so innocent kiss. You had to admit, you liked the guy. But as he responded by deepening the kiss and sliding his wet tongue into your mouth to taste you, you realized you wanted more of him. And you found yourself in his apartment, stripped down with his face buried between your legs as you came down from your second orgasm. Him licking you clean and not missing a single bit.

“When” you panted “when is Yuuji-” but he shushed you by gagging his fingers deep in your throat.

“Not until Sunday at least” he smiled with a sinister look, your wetness coating his lips “we have the whole weekend darling” He had waited almost two months for this so he was definitely going to take his time and relish the next few days. How could he not? You were beautiful with a fiery personality, and that showed by the ways you disobeyed him on his bed to get a reaction. It seemed the roles were reversed, but this time there would be consequences. For you at least.

He was relentless but you were no pussy and would not back down either. Both of you with fire and heat taking over your bodies as you brought spark and life into the night, wanting to explore every bit of each other, not stopping until you noticed the sun starting to rise causing exhaustion to take over.

He had let you stay to sleep in, provided you with a clean shirt to wear and even made breakfast for you. Presented you with a “gourmet plate of eggo waffles with the finest Aunt Jemimah maple syrup” he said which earned him a giggle from your pretty lips.

“I can make pretty good waffles from scratch” you told him proudly, puffing out your chest in pride. But these were special to you, the whole moment was special.

“I intend on trying them,” he spoke after a moment. He thought it was out of character for him to ask for a relationship but he wanted to be with you more than just a few times. And wanted more of you in different ways. He wouldn’t get his brother involved if it was a casual fuck relationship that he wanted. Which reminded him he owed the brat 50 bucks.

“Maybe you should come over sometime” you smiled sweetly, blushing a bit.

“I’d like to see you more, take out and get to know you��� he said, interrupting your invitation.

“I’d like that too.” you said smiling.

[mercy-burning]

Laundry Day

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer meet again in the laundry room and decide to have some fun. PART 1 / PART 2 / PART 3 / PART 4 / EPILOGUE Category: Smut 18+ (oral sex- male and female receiving, unprotected penetrative sex, slight exhibitionism?/potential of getting caught, slight degradation) Warnings: sex, language. (As always, if there’s anything I missed, let me know what I should include in warnings. I want to be as mindful as I can about what I post. Thank you!) Word Count: 3k

Note: Surprise!! I was going to wait to post this on Saturday but Taylor Swift had me feeling like dropping a surprise, what can I say? 😂 Anyway, I wasn’t going to make another part to Pretty Please, but for one thing, it did way better than I was expecting, so thank you all for your kind comments and tags! And also, @rainsong01 mentioned something that gave me an idea for a laundry room scenario, so you can thank them for this one! I had so much fun writing this and I hope you like it! Thanks for all the love! 🥰

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Y/N hated laundry day.

There was nothing more boring to her than loading clothes into the washer, waiting, then loading them into the dryer, waiting, and then folding them and putting them away, not to mention the laundry room was kind of dingy and felt like being in a gross, scary basement.

Thankfully though, years of living in the same building had given Y/N a pretty decent schedule of when the laundry room was empty. It wasn't like she disliked talking to people, but laundry made her cranky enough, and the last thing she wanted was human interaction, making small talk with building residents that acted like they cared to know about everyone else's business.

So it was Friday night, 7 pm, which meant that depending on if she had to work, the only other person in the laundry room would be Olivia from down the hall, someone Y/N had only had a few conversations with, either in the laundry room or on the way out the door.

She walked in, silently thanking the laundry gods after hearing complete and utter silence as she made her way to the washer and dryer to the far left of the room. Then she reached into her pocket and realized she forgot her phone. Cursing, she settled on basking in the silence as she loaded her clothes in the washer one by one, at least grateful that no one would be bothering her with pointless small talk.

Until she heard the door open, as if the laundry gods decided they were angry at her. She tried not to outwardly groan, hoping that whoever it was would just say, "Hello," and leave it at that. Or better yet, not say anything at all and let her do her own thing. So she closed the washer and entered the quarters, knowing that it would be a long ten minutes. She could have went back upstairs to her apartment and waited there if she really wanted to, or grabbed her phone at least, but it felt like it would have been pointless, and so she just hoped it wouldn't be awkward.

Maybe I'll just go walk around the building aimlessly for 10 minutes.

But the laundry gods had other plans, apparently.

"Y/N?"

She turned around and saw none other than Spencer Reid, clutching a large cloth bag, presumably filled with laundry.

"Spencer? Hi," Y/N greeted, a small blush forming on her cheeks. The two of them hadn't really talked since their... escapade about a month ago. Most of the time Spencer was at work, but whenever he was home there hadn't been anymore thin wall scenarios or overhearing something she shouldn't. They'd seen each other in the hallway a few times, winking as they passed, but that was it. Y/N had to wonder if maybe it was just a once-in-a-lifetime thing, being absolutely fucked into oblivion by your neighbor so good that you couldn't walk for two days.

Thinking about it made her cheeks burn hotter, so she cleared her throat and only slightly avoided eye contact. "I thought you did your laundry on Sundays?"

Spencer shrugged, walking over to the machine set next to hers. "Normally I would, but I just got back from work and I needed clean clothes. It's... pretty empty in here right now."

"Oh. Yeah, that's why I do my laundry on Friday nights whenever I can. Everyone's either out or staying in relaxing. Laundry's already boring enough, right, who needs annoying small talk?"

He laughed, opening the washer and putting in some of his clothes. "Touché."

Y/N wasn't really sure what to say after that, so she sat on top of the washer and crossed her legs, swinging them a little as she waited.

"Look, I know you've already given your stance on annoying small talk, but... What are your plans for the weekend?" Spencer asked, and she turned her head to meet his gaze, immediately feeling butterflies in her stomach.

"Um... Not a lot, really. Other than some grocery shopping and a few other small errands, I was going to have dinner with my mom on Sunday for her birthday. We might have to cancel though because she might have to go into work, but we'll see... What about you?"

He shook his head. "I don't have anything planned unless I get called into work either."

"Oh... Well, if you ever feel like having some company, you know where I live," she joked.

Spencer laughed. "I might just have to take you up on that. Things at work have been kind of... stressful."

Despite her better judgement, she smirked. "I seem to recall a similar conversation between the two of us not that long ago, Bud. You're not trying to fuck me again, are you?"

She just couldn't help herself. Admittedly she was a little worried she was too forward, but in the end it paid off, because he turned to look at her, shutting the washer and grabbing quarters from his pocket. "Would it be so wrong of me if I wanted to?"

The low tone of his voice made Y/N clench her legs tighter together, her mind racing with all the things that could happen in the next few days, the next few minutes even... She thought back to the last time he'd fucked her, seeing his face between her legs as he completely unraveled her. She felt herself growing wet at the thought.

"Absolutely not," she finally managed to respond. She hoped he would come over to her in a few long strides, pulling her in and kissing her right there, but instead he simply said, "Hmm," and turned back to his machine, putting in quarters.

He could have been playing games with her again, but she didn't want to take the chance. So she grew bolder and leaned back on her hands, puffing out her chest to the air and tilting her head to the side, letting her hair fall and exposing her neck to him. "Well, we have some time to spare, babe. What do you say we make the most of it?"

She was genuinely surprised to see him blush and freeze in his tracks, fumbling with the last few quarters as he inserted them into the machine and started the timer. "R-right now?"

"Duh," she replied, giggling.

"Somebody could come in... O-or hear us." A twinge of worry dripped from every syllable as he spoke, and though Y/N's first instinct was to apologize for suggesting it and letting it go, she thought better of it after remembering what got them into this situation in the first place.

So she scoffed. "Oh, please. You weren't the least bit worried about someone hearing us before. Y'know... When you promised to fuck me so hard I would scream your name and everyone could hear, and then I did? And besides, even if someone walked in right now, they'd probably just leave and come back later. People probably have sex with each other in here all the time."

"I doubt that, this place is filthy. Hardly the right setting for something so... intimate," he replied more clearly, obviously trying to win this argument. Though, something told Y/N he really was a little bothered about how dirty the laundry room was.

She shook her head. "You and I both know that what we did wasn't intimate. It was downright filthy, so if anything it works perfectly for where we are."

"Y/N, I don't know..." He chewed on his bottom lip and shuffled on his feet, refusing to look at her.

"Well, I'm not gonna force you to do anything you don't want to do, obviously, but... You can trust me. I've been doing my laundry here basically every Friday night since I moved here, and since Olivia is working tonight, she won't be here, and neither will anyone else."

"Well, I showed up, didn't I? Anything could happen."

She sighed, a little tired of arguing but still wanting to win. Her body tingled and practically ached at the sight of him, needing to feel his touch yet again. Maybe it was slightly pathetic, but if there was just the slightest chance that he would fuck her like that again, she had to try her damnedest.

So she had another trick up her sleeve, silently praying to the laundry gods that they would take pity on her and grant her this one thing. "You're right, but don't you think that you coming down here just moments after me was bound to happen? Like after everything we've experienced, we were always meant to have a quickie in the laundry room of our apartment building?"

He genuinely seemed to think about it for a moment before shrugging his shoulders. "Truthfully I think it's more of a coincidence than anything that we showed up here at the same time."

There's your chance, Y/N, don't fuck it up, she thought to herself, hoping that with the seductive tone in her voice and the puppy dog look in her eye, it would be enough to get her what she wanted. "I was joking. Of course it's a coincidence, I just want you to fuck me."

He only stayed silent, fiddling with his hands and his eyes flicking between her and the floor before he caught her eye. In another attempt to entice him, Y/N batted her eyes and slowly spread her legs wide, scooting back a little so she could rest her heels on the top of the washer. "Don't you want to fuck me into the washing machine, baby?"

That was the last straw, the thing that pushed Spencer over the edge. He whispered, "Fuck it," to himself before striding over to her and cradling her face in his hands, bringing her to him and kissing her hard. She initially yelped at how harsh he was, but after a second she melted into him, leaning forward and bringing him closer.

She tried to wrap her legs around his torso, but he grabbed them by the ankles and kept them spread open, pulling away to look into her eyes. "Keep 'em open, pretty girl." The old nickname made her whimper, just like he knew it would, and his gaze burned into hers hotly for a few seconds before he bent down, kissing her inner thigh just below the hem of her shorts. She sighed as he trailed his lips and tongue along every inch of skin, switching to the other leg and giving it the same attention until he was ready for more.

Rather than pulling off her shorts and underwear, Spencer simply pushed the fabrics aside and immediately licked a long, flat strip up her pussy, to which Y/N sharply inhaled and reached out, grabbing his hair. He explored her just as thoroughly as he had the last time, his fervor unmatched and absolutely intoxicating as he pushed himself closer and closer, practically living between her legs. Due to the short time constraint and fear of getting caught, he didn't waste time teasing her, and he seemed determined to finish before the buzzing of the washer signaled clean clothes.

Naturally though, he couldn't not tease her, so just as she was about to finish with his lips wrapped around her clit, he pulled away and left her breathless and frustrated.

"Really? We're doing this again?" she huffed, pouting.

Spencer unbuckled his belt and raised his eyebrow. "All in due time, sweetheart. Come here."

Unsurprisingly, she did what she was told, jumping off the washer and waiting further instructions. It didn't take long for Spencer to move, only a few seconds passing by before he turned her around and pushed her against the washer, to which she instinctively bent her torso over it. She gripped the sides of it tightly as he ran his hands up her shirt and caressed her back, eventually using one hand to grip her waist and the other to lift her leg up, setting it on the washer. She readjusted, reaching her hands forward to grip the top of it as he slid his hand down her leg and toyed with the fabric of her shorts.

"Listen carefully," he said, causing Y/N's heart to pound harder in her chest. "I'm clean. Are you?"

"Yes," she stated simply, loud and clear, though adding a hint of desperation as to hopefully speed the process along. She knew this communication was important, but damn if she didn't just want to be railed into next week already.

"Birth control?"

She swallowed nervously, hoping it wouldn't change his mind. "I'm not on it."

"Noted," is all he said, before deftly moving her shorts and underwear to the side and slamming into her with no warning. She yelped, leaning her head back as he pounded into her, the cold metal of the washing machine digging into her skin. It was the best kind of painful pleasure, only made better when he gripped her hair into a makeshift ponytail and yanked her to him, deepening his angle inside of her and hitting that sweet spot every time.

"Spencer, I'm..." She could barely breathe, and she loved it, already feeling herself start to unravel.

"Close already, pretty girl?" he purred in her ear, right before pressing a wet kiss to her neck as he craned her head to the side for better access. "Figures... You've always been so easy to please. Such a good, needy little slut for me, huh?"

Y/N groaned at the new name, and it spurred him forward, encouraging him to push them both further into the washing machine as he moved his hips harder. "Please," she gasped, only seconds away from losing herself.

"Tell me what you want," he growled in her ear.

She squeezed her eyes shut and spoke as clearly as she could, not caring how loud she was being. "I wanna cum! Please, Spencer, please!"

"Do it," he grunted, giving her a few more deep, purposeful thrusts to aid in her high. "I got you, pretty girl." That's what did it for her. She yelled out as her body tensed and her walls fluttered around him, everything absolutely burning and blinding until eventually she was spent.

Spencer held himself inside of her for a few seconds, bringing himself closer to the edge before he roughly pulled out and away, leaving Y/N empty and alone. She was tired as hell and completely fucked out, but still she wanted more than anything to help him, ever the needy little slut, as he'd so eloquently called her. So she turned around, peeling herself away from the washing machine and dropping to her knees in front of him, not waiting for him to say anything.

She promptly leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his cock, wasting no time hollowing her cheeks and setting a fast pace sucking him off. It had somewhat taken him by surprise, but he welcomed it, gathering her hair away from her face and watching as she went to work, practically worshipping the ground he stood on. Eventually she pushed herself all the way forward, allowing him to hit the back of her throat. Instead of pulling back to breathe, she held herself there and gagged, looking up at him with tears in her eyes before removing herself, taking two deep breaths, and going right back to work.

"Look at you," he mused, his voice barely there but with enough volume that allowed Y/N to hear him. "You look so good, pathetic and choking on my cock. Such a good fucking girl, fuck—"

In no time he was gripping her hair tighter and his breathing started to falter. Y/N held herself still as he came in her mouth, most of it hitting the back of her throat and all of it coating her tongue. She moaned around him, blinking tears away and running her hands over his ass until he pulled away from her and let go of her hair.

Standing up, Y/N swallowed most of his cum but purposely let some of it spill out of her mouth and down her chin, to which she used her middle finger to scoop it up and slide it back into her mouth. She kept eye contact with him the whole time, watching as his tongue flicked over his bottom lip before he bit it softly.

Once she was done cleaning herself up, Y/N ran a hand through her hair and smiled. "See, that wasn't bad at all. No trouble."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure the only trouble is you. Eavesdropping, making me fuck you in a semi-public place, et cetera..." He laughed as he pulled his pants up and re-adjusted himself as though nothing had happened.

"Don't act like you don't like it," Y/N teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips. He laughed against them, pulling her closer by her waist and resting his hands there when she pulled away.

As if to signal the end of their... whatever they were going to call it, Y/N's washer buzzed and she turned around to attend to her laundry. As she transferred the clothes from the washer to the dryer, Spencer came up behind her and brushed the hair away from her neck.

"You know, I wasn't trying to be mean or anything when I... called you a slut. I would never want to be mean to you or anything, and I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable."

Y/N almost laughed, amused again by how dominant he was during sex but then immediately a big 'ol softie once it was over. It was such a fun contrast, and truthfully, as much as she loved his dominant side, she wanted to see more of his softer one. So she turned around to meet him and caressed his cheek, smiling kindly. "I know you don't mean it to be mean. It was hot. And I appreciate you checking up on me, it's sweet. You're sweet."

Before he could say anything, his washer buzzed. So he settled on leaning forward, kissing her cheek, and walking away to do his laundry.

The two of them worked in silence for a while, just enjoying each other's company until they realized they both had to wait for the dryer. 20 minutes.

"Round two?" he asked her with a mischievous grin.

Y/N returned it and took a step towards him when the door opened, laundry gods be damned.

"Oh, hey guys!" Olivia from down the hall chirped as she walked in, striding to her own station.

At least they had the rest of the weekend.

[yenkat101]

Bsd Gin Akutagawa x reader // Happy birthday Gin 🥳🎂

It is Gin's birthday and you want to celebrate it 🥳🥂 happy birthday Gin!

General: fluff and a tiny bit of comfort

Text type: Story book

Warning: some threatening, fake blood and a lot of cursing (Why because I think that the PM are on crack)

Master list

These images are not mine credits go to the owner IMAGE 1 IMAGE 2 IMAGE 3 IMAGE 4 IMAGE 5 IMAGE 6 IMAGE 7

You woke up in the middle of the night in complete exhaustion. You were stressed from being over worked and miracally keep your girlfriend Gin completely unaware even her brother Ryunosuke didn't notice, which is something! since he pays so much attention to you out of hatered for your relationship with his sister. Your girlfriend Gin, was like your only pure source of light in this world that keep going through life even if you didn't want to live. You loved her so much that you even perposely wake up on the 4th of February at 2am just to get a head start in preparing, you knew you wouldn't wake up the next day but you couldn't care less 🙂. You got up from the covers in extreme i mean extreme caution to not make a sound, why? She's a vice commander for the Black Lizards for the Port Mafia for crying out loud of course you had to be cautious. You left the house quietly as you can, lucky it didn't seem like she heard you, if not she would have pin you down and demand answers like a worried mother that found out their teenager sneaks out at night. Surprisingly you were able to talk Akutagawa, that was where you were heading to.

Flash back

You: "Hello, Akutagawa"

Akutagawa activates rashomon as a threat

You: "Woww... You know Gin wouldn't be be happy to find your Rashomon pierced in my body 👁️>👁️"

Ryunosuke: "What do you want..."

You: "I wanted to ask if you wanted to help make Gin's Birthday a little special for her..."

Ryunosuke: "WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING..."

You: "I WAS PLANNING ON JUST A CAKE FOR HER AND A SMALL CEREMONY WITH PEOPLE SHE'S COMFORTABLE WITH, IF IT'S JUST YOU AND ME SO BE IT, I'M NOT A PERV FOR FucK SAKES..! BUT SINCE YOU DON'T SEEM INTERESTED I'LL DO IT MYSELF AND SEND YOUR REGARDS 😊 BYE~"

Ryunosuke: "no need to be dramatic... I was just making sure..."

You: "Soooo~ will you help or not~"

Ryunosuke: "Fine... Meet me here at 3 tomorrow morning"

You: "I swear... If you try to murder me... again, I'll simply ditch you and continue working on her surprise without you, got it?"

Ryunosuke: "I'm not that foolish during an-"

You: "Oh and make sure to try not to be a jerk and ruin Gin's day..."

Ryunosuke: "..."

You: "Okay see you tomorrow then 🙂"

Now it was 2 55 in the morning waiting patiently for Akutagawa to show up. He showed up when the dote hit 3, he was wearing his every day clothes with some shades that you could easily tell it was him after bearly looking at him.

You: Heya

Ryunosuke: ...

Ryunosuke: How long have you been waiting?

You: Why..? it's bearly been 10 minutes since I got here

Ryunosuke: because I care about Gin's feelings... sometimes Gin... would burst into tears while confessing her fears to me

Ryunosuke: One of them is you being out of her graspes because she unable to protect you if necessary

You: Oh... Got ya

Ryunosuke: You know I can't tolerate you... But Gin made me realize that she could have chosen a way worse S/O then you. Like Tachihara or Higuchi and especially the Jinko is the worse

You: Your point is? I know you hate me but I don't give a Fuck 🤠

Ryunosuke: My point is your not that bad... I want to know you more on a personal level...

Ryunosuke: I realized that I can't chase you away as much as I want to... you make Gin happy... She would always mention you in a positive light each time, smiling as she did.

Ryunosuke: ... I've never seen her this happy... So, I'll try to tolerate this relationship. I'll try not to kill you anymore and let you have my sister. Don't make me regret it...

You: I'll admit it, it won't hurt for us to get know one and another

Ryunosuke: Since were already together... We can start now...

You: Okay gotcha 😊 let's go~

Going shopping with Akutagawa is interesting, he is really quiet to the point you have look if he's still with you or try to raise a conversation together. There was a few times things got interesting like Akutagawa said that Gin told him many of her worries that includes you, he promised to help her and protect you due to you being easily trip guilt, unaware of the situation and most of all, to shy to stand up for your self. One time while out with him some girls started to flirt with you making you uncomfortable then suddenly ran away out of fear of Akutagawa giving a threatening death glare at them. You guys walked around buying presents for gin until you guys see Chuuya, Higuchi and Kajii. The group came up to you guys in an oddly matter.

You: "Hey... I wasn't expecting you guys to be here..."

Chuuya: A little birdie told us you would be shopping with Akutagawa for a couple hours we want to make sure you didn't murder you

You: Well you're kind of too late for that... But today he hasn't threatened me yet... so I think I haven't got on his nerves yet

Kajii: I guess that's good

You: You guys don't need to worry about me I already threatened to ditch his ass if he tried to kill me today

Higuchi: So what you guys are shopping for..?

Chuuya: Yeah it's fucking 5:00 a.m what the fuck do you need so badly not to wait

You: We're planing a surprise for Gin, we currently have Tachihara and Hirotsu distracting her

Chuuya: Not a bad idea unless Tachihara fuck up the whole thing

You: Don't worry I had my own doubts

You: Bye guys I'll go do my own thing have fun and Akutagawa speak for once in your life to make people know you're still beside them and not on planet Mars

Akutagawa: That's why you always looked back...

You: Yeah, No kidding...

...

...

Higuchi: Did he just left us

Chuuya: I swear to...

Akutagawa tried to fellow you quickly with Higuchi not far behind because of her habit of fellowing him like a loyal needy puppy. Chuuya groan loudly then fellowed while dragging Kajii because he may or may not bomb certain areas for science and his pure entertainment. You had turn a corner out of view of the company you've just left, after they made it to the corner you were no where to be seen. It was like you disappear out of thin air, Akutagawa insteadly cursed under his breath for already breaking he's sisters promise about protecting you.

Higuchi: Akutagawa-Senpai where are you going?

Akutagawa: To find Y/N

Chuuya: You want to go find a person you absolutely dispise..?

Akutagawa: We're actually on better terms, I've made a promise to Gin to protect them, and I'm not about to break it when I just started

Higuchi: I'll help look for them too...

Kajii: Y/NNNN! COME OUT FROM WHERE EVER YOUR HIDING~

Akutagawa: ...

Higuchi: ...

Chuuya: ...

Chuuya: Great I have to babysit this idiot more

You were lucky to escape from them, yes they were loud but at least you weren't alone with the Hellhound who surprisedly didn't threatened you but people who purposely disrupt your personal space. You knew Gin likes Knifes, Notepad, Ink pens, lose beautiful dresses, small buttoned coats, your hoodies especially if it has your body heat and scent on it, non sweetened green tea and certain make up products not that she needs it. But you knew so much about her, even more than Akutagawa. You reminded yourself of a certain group chat named Gin's Simp where everyone told what they bought for Gin. Tachihara said he got Gin some high quality knifes, Hirotsu got Gin two well designed guns with many bullets packet, Higuchi got some feminine outfits that is Gin's style but also would look like stunning on her, Kajii got a bomb... Of course they terminated the gift and Chuuya got Gin some wine that he noticed Gin likes. So yes you had to be careful with choosing a gift, but within 5 minutes to know exactly what to get. First you went to some sort of dollar store but with expensive high quality material to get a notepad with a cardboard like paper so it wouldn't fold or bend in any way when she placed the notepad up for others to communicate with her and many pens that for guaranteed a large amount of ink provided. Then you went to a pharmacy that has a section of makeup, you grabbed stuff like moisturizer and other products that were beneficial to towards self care. Afterwards you went to a small bakery to get some unsweetened green tea and some light pastries you know she enjoyed, after you grabbed a book and many supplies to make a bullet journal because you've recollected information about some quiet places that are beautiful and serene that most people don't know about and some places where she could do a legal activities such as trading items of the black market where no one would suspect any criminal activities into a book that you'll give to her.

After all that you went to the rapping section where are you wrapped all the gifts and now you're peacefully making the bullet journal that you decided to call "Dark maybe dark, but calm is another story" you were almost finished you just needed to tape it and now wrap it then you completed it. The painful towards yours has been completed all the gifts wrapped in an unbearable sensation of vibration from your stomach, mostly meaning you're really hungry because you didn't exactly eat anything before you left. Then you won't drop just to go get something quick to eat since you were practically starving to death until you came across the company you left 2 hours ago still looking for you. You're going to help but be completely downfounded that they spent 2 hours trying to find you in a mall. Like jeez go home already I left you guys about 2 hours ago.

Akutagawa: Finally found you...

You: I left you guys why would you be trying to find me

Chuuya: We have a reason but we're not going to share with you

You: Rude much

Chuuya: It's not rude we spent 2 hours trying to look for you

You: And you got to call yourself the mafia

Chuuya: Hey! Watch your tongue

Higuchi: So what did you do?

You: Completed all the shopping

Akutagawa: Where are you going now? We were supposed to go together

You: I'm going to go eat something because I forgot to eat yesterday and today so excuse me

Higuchi: Gin was totally right when she said that you have problems that she's still trying to figure out, apparently you don't eat

Akutagawa: Come on I'm getting you something to eat

Chuuya: Well I'm pretty tired of babysitting a certain idiot so I'll excuse myself bringing Kajii with me, tell Gin a happy birthday for me okay

Higuchi: Come on Y/N-san we need to get you something to eat

Afterwards now you are left with Ryunosuke Akutagawa and Ichiyo Higuchi from the command unit now pestering you on how you should take care of yourself. They forced you to eat something then they went to the apartment that currently you and Gin shared and started cleaning up area then placing up the decorations for this special event. Because it was very late now it took 3 hours to go to the certain mall that had everything, 3 hours to go back, you spent 2 hours, 30 minutes in the mall, you spent 15 minutes talking to Akutagawa and 10 minutes talking Higuchi, Chuuya and Kajii then a full conversation of 5 minutes with the group that spent 2 hours and 30 minutes looking for you meaning a total of 9 hours of your time meaning it was now 1:00 p.m only 5 hours to perfect everything. The freeview ended up completing and agreeing on the decorations at 5:00 p.m. only an hour until Gin was supposed to return then you guys spend 30 minutes preparing the space and everything was flawless now. Now to free of you were comfortable somewhere on the residence doing your own thing while waiting for Gin, Tachihara and Hirotsu to come back.

Now you were left in the living room where the main exit of your home is, while Akutagawa was in another room currently listening to soft Melody while drinking some tea and Higuchi practically hidden at the farthest end of the apartment listening to music with headphones the both of them ask for you to come get them once again has entered the premises. Then Tachihara comes in all the sudden without any sign of Gin and Hirotsu, you were shocked because they weren't supposed to be here for like another 10 minutes or something but there he was. He thought it was a good idea to prank Gin today because she would have never suspected it and the fact that Gin isn't on good terms with him. but he doesn't exactly hate but they have a bit of bad blood alot of bad blood. But he didn't tell you what a prank he said it was a new popular game that has gone viral and he wants you to try it out. You were like okay..? You watch the movie wrecked the room a bit but make sure the whole room could be fixed in less than 5 minutes while making it look like someone with ramaging through the apartment. Then I told you you were not allowed to move a single inch and pretend you're sleeping while he put some ketchup are you. You're like how the fuck is this a game? You were starting to doubt this is a game or more like a demon ritual. But, you decide to play alone just to get him trouble and act all innocent when claiming that Tachihara told you that "this" was a game and told you the rules

1. you weren't allowed to move a muscle

2. you have to pretend your sleeping or half asleep

3. when you hear the door open stop your breathing but maintaining a calm structure without looking like you're alive in many ways.

Then he somewhat messed up the room a bit you know made it look like you at least tried to defend yourself and there was a stranger in the house aggressively moving furniture and items.

The door quietly open as two figures enter to the room, you knew it Gin was and Hirotsu but you still committed your part and forcefully stop yourself from breathing. Even though you couldn't see your girlfriend's face you could feel the aroma in the room change, you heard foot steps running towards you bending down towards you now someone was touching your body with shaky hands. Gin was lost in so much thoughts that she completely forgot that possibly the intruder was still in the home. Then quietly footsteps came towards it was Akutagawa and Higuchi they were dumbfounded of the situation, Akutagawa was basically how Gin reacted completely silent with shock he was even trembling at the site of your body and Gin tearing up as she held you close and Higuchi rush to the scene rashley panicked of the situation. Gin was shaking so badly as she embraced you in her arms only to receive a groan. Everyone's moving light up a bit when they realize you were still alive until you said.

Tachihara, this game is stupid. Why the fuck people's would do this for fun?

I'm starting to feel light-headed there's something constantly vibrating and shaking me starting to give me a headache

When can I take off the ketchup it looks ridiculous...

Tachihara~..?

Everyone was extremely relieve that you weren't harmed but they understood exactly what happened now. All their clear understanding is that Tachihara lie to you saying this with a game and told you to pretend you were dead to mess with Gin. Hirotsu knew his place and grabbed both you and Higuchi signed out the free of you guys would be cleaning up while walking away from clearly pissed Akutagawa siblings. Tachihara ended up getting a really bad bruises and a few cuts but that didn't change the mood of the party except the Akutagawa siblings we're mad and kept you within their grasp to keep you away from that idiotic man. Now everyone's having a good time. Gin opened her gifts and really appreciate the thought but she liked Yours and Akutagawa's the most, now everyone was currently eating while working a movie as a group.Tachihara was sitting on the left side of the couch not exactly sitting properly invading a bit of Hirotsu's personal space who sat next to him. Hirotsu sat next to Tachihara and he was the one that sat the most proper within the group. Higuchi sat on the right side of the couch beside Hirotsu not exactly sitting properly but not as invading as Tachihara when it comes to personal space. The free of them shared the couch on the right while you, Gin and Akutagawa shared the one on the right, Gin was currently in the middle of the couch with her legs spread out so the both of you cuddled while she somewhat used Akutagawa as a back pillow not that he mind being a part of your cuddle session. It was honestly not surprising that you fell asleep resting your head on her chest but you were still conscious anyway you could still feel Gin's hands softly play with your hair as she bring you closer tucking you in with a blanket. Then the three have you ended up sleeping that way but luckily the black lizards and Higuchi made their leave and kindly they lock the door for them. Honestly at that moment Akutagawa started considering you as a little brother not that he would admit it, he now understood why Gin wanted to protect you. You are pretty strong, pretty capable not as much at the both of them but it wasn't that bad but he realized it wasn't fighting capability but you're overall kindness, shyness and how dense you can become most of the time. Yes there were moment that you had confidence and argued back, you took it yourself upon a force yourself to argue back to Akutagawa. Gin, had a wonderful birthday except the part that you pretended you were dead. But she keep remind herself how she's so lucky to have someone like you as her lover.

In the morning, the Akutagawa siblings woke up. The both of them requested the day off, now to both of them were speaking a while Akutagawa was cooking engine was still lying on the couch playing with your hair.

Gin: So~ their not that bad...

Akutagawa: Yes... He's not...

Gin: I was feeling a bit paranoid about how Y/N was doing since when I woke up to finding them not sleeping in bed and I wasn't aware of them having an early shift of work or something so I asked if Higuchi knew where they were...

Akutagawa: What about it..?

Gin: She told me that you were taking care of them so I shouldn't be worried about them...

Gin: She told me that apparently they forgot to eat something so you made them eat at least something and also protected them from any harm...

Gin: Thank you, it releases a lot of stress... I know they're capable of protecting themselves. but I can't help but wanting to protect them...

Akutagawa: I can understand their really childish and lovable I can see why people wanting to protect them

Gin: Thank you, for accepting them... they make me happy and hopefully the three of us could become a family one day~...

Akutagawa: "Cough, Cough, Cough" marriage can wait

🎊🥳Happy birthday Gin!~ 🎂🎉

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tempestuous - kth | m

tem·pes·tu·ous - adjective - characterized by strong and turbulent or conflicting emotion

↳ summary- There’s no one who riles you up more than Kim Taehyung, your best friend’s brother.  He knows exactly how to make you fly off the handle.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 6.8k

↳ pairing- taehyung x reader

↳ genre- smut, minor angst i guess in the form of fighting, this is one big pile of smut, there’s some fluff too

↳ warnings- yikes where to begin.  angry sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t be like dis), slapping, spanking, pain kink, dom/sub elements, facefucking, really rough sex, finger sucking, derogatory names, uhhh name calling, hate sex, tae is fuckin nasty yall im thriving

↳ a/n- I HAD TO REUPLOAD bc tumblr sucks lol well folks. here we are.  i was given a prompt by @ladyartemesia​ so i blame her.  as for tae, he really came for me this week and completely wrecked me, love that for me. i really popped off here and it’s only edited by me so i’m SORRY if there’s a lot of mistakes.  fun fact i actually wrote almost 10k of another version of this but it frustrated me so badly i scrapped it lmao  🤡 HERE WE GO! Enjoy!  feel free to send in your requests and i promise to try and get it done for you! 

Kim Taehyung could only be described in a few words.

Infuriating, bothersome, vexing.

Gorgeous, breathtaking, suave.

Absolutely, inherently maddening.

And you hate how much you absolutely melt underneath his gaze, the way your heart leaps into your throat with a single word.  Your body, the ultimate betrayer, opens up to him as your brain screams to abort, reverse, go back to start and do not pass go.

Kim Taehyung is not just the bane of your existence, no.  He’s the little brother of your best friend, Kim Namjoon.   Joonie had been in your life since you were in first grade and he in second.  Taehyung was your age, but you hit it off with the older boy and haven’t separated since.  Your mothers joked that you would get married one day and continue on the Kim line.  Until they found out that Namjoon was 1) bisexual and 2) hopelessly in love with, ironically, a man named Kim Seokjin.   He reasoned to his parents that they would at least carry on the Kim name.  

Where Namjoon was sweet, caring, and deeply compassionate towards you, Taehyung was his alter.  Taehyung was brash, cocky and relished in watching you squirm, whether it be out of fury or the god forsaken sexual tension.  All growing up, he was the one to pull your pigtails, trip you into puddles of mud, and tease you in front of your friends. Namjoon, ever the faithful companion, was always there to pick up the pieces of what Taehyung broke.

It’s been that way with Taehyung ever since. A constant tug of war with each other, both unwilling to give a single inch to the opponent.  

Your relationship with Namjoon remained steadfast as ever.  Namjoon eventually moved in with his now-husband, Seokjin, who easily settled into your life as an additional partner in crime.  You spent most of your days and nights settled into the couch, snuggled somehow in between or next to one of the two men you cherished most.  You had the two best friends you could ask for and a happy life, blissfully Taehyung-free.

Until it wasn’t.

A loud knock wakes you from an unexpected nap on Namjoon’s couch.  Your eyes crack open against the glare of the sunlight streaming through the windows.  It takes a moment to gather your surroundings.  You recognize that you’re in Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, and judging by the silence, you’re definitely alone there.  As you reach for your phone, the screen lights up the time.  5:34 pm.  Well, shit. You remember eating brunch and drinking mimosas at noon with your best friends and then lying on the couch to watch Netflix.  How had you fallen asleep for five hours?  How did you not wake? What the fuck did Jin put in his mimosas?

The knock is insistent again, louder this time.

“Joon! Jin! it’s me! Open up!”

The voice sounds familiar in your sleep-addled mind, but not quite enough to pinpoint it.   You push your limp body off the couch and wince at the feeling of sore muscles.  Couch sleeping isn’t all it’s cracked up to be once you’re past the age of 25.

“Sorry, Namjoon isn’t here-,” You open the door to explain to the guest and you’re cut off.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You rub at your sleepy eyes and allow your vision to focus, only to feel your blood stand still in your veins.

Kim Taehyung.  Of fucking course.

“What do you mean, why am I here? I’m always here,” you tut as you fold your arms to your chest.  “What are you doing here?”

He rolls his eyes and holds up his hands, two suitcases clutched in each.  Who the fuck carries 4 suitcases up three flights of stairs? Kim annoying ass Taehyung does, apparently.

“I’m moving in.”  He pushes past you and into the living room.  

Your mouth gapes open.  Namjoon certainly didn’t tell you this.  Taehyung looks back at chuckles at your reaction.

“I’m guessing your best friend didn’t tell you the happy news?”

You shut your mouth, quickly jumping back into composure.  “No, he failed to mention that,” you sniff.  “I thought you lived with your girlfriend in Gangnam?  What was her name? Rose or whatever?”

Tae stiffens, just slightly for a moment, before he plasters back on the bravado.  “Obviously not anymore.  We broke up, she kept the apartment.  Got tired of moping at my mom’s house and I told Namjoon I wanted to come back to the city.”

You feel a slight tug at your stomach, guilt, perhaps?  You clear your throat.  “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He laughs as he sits on the couch, instantly throwing his feet onto the coffee table, like a heathen.  “No, you’re not.”  

“What do you mean, no I’m not? God, sorry for being polite!”

This, you reason, is why you can’t sustain longer than 5 minutes of civilized conversation with your best friend’s younger brother.  He’s impossible.

He just smirks, and you know he loves the rise he gets out of you.

“Because I know you, and I know you don’t give a fuck about my love life.”

Au contraire. If only he knew just how much you gave a fuck.

“That doesn’t mean I can’t be nice to you!” you nearly stamp your foot in frustration but hold yourself back. That would be too good of ammo for him to use against you.

“Okay, fine,” he acquiesces. “Whatever helps you feel you’re a good person.”

You’re seeing red and you know you want to continue screaming at him but you will not stoop to his level.

“Christ, I haven’t seen you in months and you’re still an asshole,” you say as you grab your keys and shoes. “And also, Jin will kill you if he sees your feet on his coffee table.”

You whip yourself around and open the door to leave and hear him call over your shoulder.

“Good to see you too, doll! Love the hairstyle, by the way.”

You close the door with a growl leaving your throat.  The absolute audacity of that man.

You stomp towards the elevator to take yourself to the ground level, when you catch your reflection in the shiny metal. Your hair is in what you can only lovingly call a complete hornet’s nest. It’s ratted and sticking out in places and you feel your cheeks burn.  Your first reintroduction with Taehyung is with a fight AND with you looking like a fool.

This would not do. No, sir.

“Kim Namjoon!” you shriek into your cell phone.  You’re awkwardly pressing it against your ear with your shoulder as you walk out of the convenience store under your apartment building with 3 bottles of soju and a six-pack of beer. You needed to drown your shame and sorrow, and fast.

“Hello, love of my life and moon of my stars,” your best friend replies and you can hear Seokjin chuckle in the background.

“No!” You chide, already cracking a beer open as you storm into your apartment building. “Don’t you Khal Drogo me, mister! Why the fuck didn’t you tell me your fucking asshole brother was moving in with you?!”

Namjoon is silent and you can tell he’s wincing on the other end of the phone. “Oops?” He offers.

“Yeah, big oops! A heads up would have been nice! Like, ‘hey best friend, your worst enemy of all time is moving in today. Maybe you shouldn’t fall asleep on my couch and wake up looking like Frankenstein’s ugly wife. Oh, and also my handsome boyfriend and I will just happen to not be there when he arrives’.”

By this time, you can tell Namjoon has put you on speakerphone because you can hear their rich laughter loud and clear. Rude bitches.

You stab your key code into your door and lock yourself in, chugging as much of the beer as you could handle.

“At least, even in her rants she thinks I’m handsome,” Jin gloats.

“I’m sorry babe,” Namjoon sighs as he finally calms down. “I didn’t know he would be there today. I just found out about it last night.”

You nibbled at your bottom lip, the annoying pit in your stomach feeling simultaneously guilty that he went through a breakup, unbridled joy that something brought him down a peg, and just a dash of excitement that he’s single now.

You let out a breath. “It’s okay, Joon.  It just surprised me to see him.”

Jin butts in, “And because you have a big, fat, unresolved crush on him.”

“Jin!” You admonish. The couple laughs again and you roll your eyes, asking yourself why you put up with the two. “I do not!”

They both hum a non-committal answer, implying they don’t believe you in the slightest.

“Whatever.  What are you guys doing, anyway?”

“We just got home from shopping.  God, Jin looked so good in these jeans he tried on.  I was actually just about to suck his coc-,”

“Kim Namjoon, do not finish that sentence! I do not wish to hear it!” You try to remain firm, but dissolve into giggles with the pair.

You could never stay mad at Namjoon long, even if his brother was the devil incarnate.

“Darling,” Jin calls through the phone.  “I still expect to see you at our place tonight for our sleepover.”

Christ, you had forgotten all about your scheduled sleepover night.  It was tradition and one of your favorite parts of your friendship with the couple.  Jin, a literal chef, prepared a five star meal along with dessert for you while you binge watched Netflix and talked incessantly.

But you also usually slept in their spare bedroom.  The exact one that Taehyung would be occupying.

“Fuck, while he’s there?”

“Oh suck it up,” Jin chides, like he’s your mother. “He’s probably not even going to leave his room.  You’re not getting out of this.  I’m making strawberry cheesecake.”

Your mouth waters at the idea of Jin’s famous cheesecake.  

“Fine, but I get to lick the bowl and not Namjoon.  Those are my terms.”

Namjoon squawked in defiance as Jin laughed.  “I agree to your terms.  Be at our place by 8.”

As you hung up the phone, you checked the time.  6:40.  God, he hadn’t left you with much time to get ready, did he?

And you definitely needed to get ready.  There was no way you were entering a room where Kim Taehyung exists looking like booboo the fool, not again.

Your fingers press the 6 digit passcode to Namjoon and Seokjin’s apartment, arms heavy laden with your bag of toiletries and pajamas, and a bag full of wine.

“Honey, I’m home!” You announce as you toe off your shoes and slide into the combined kitchen and living room.

You receive no reply, but greeted with the amused face of none other than the object of your filthiest dreams, Taehyung.

“Pet names already?  We’re moving pretty fast, wouldn’t you say?” He asks you as he lounges at the kitchen table.  He watches you open the fridge to set the wine, as comfortable in their home as you are in yours.

“Fuck off,” you grumble. “Where’s your brother?”

Tae seemed absolutely tickled by your disgruntlement.  “I think they mentioned something about taking a shower.  That was 20 minutes ago, though.”

“Great,” you sigh. “Those fucking horn dogs act as if they’re still newlyweds.  We’ll be waiting awhile.”  

You tug off your sweater, leaving you to remain in a fitted tank top and yoga pants.  You tried to maintain a comfortable look as you dressed for the evening, while keeping in mind which leggings hugged your ass and showed off your toned thighs, and a tank top that dipped low to your cleavage.  Okay, so maybe you had ulterior motives. You wanted to make up for your dreadful appearance earlier and make him squirm, payback for the years of him doing it to you.

You watch him as he lets his eyes roam your body, eying you like he wants to ravage you completely. You feel victorious… and also turned on. Fuck, you played yourself.

You flop onto the couch in a huff and Tae snorts before joining you.

“What’s so funny?” You eye him suspiciously.

“Nothing,” his smile feigns innocence. “I’m not allowed to laugh?”

You sniff in annoyance, not eager to fall for his tricks. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want, your highness.”  Sarcasm drips from your voice and Tae finds it even more humorous.

“I see you’re still a sassy bitch.”

You gasp, audibly startled by his language and rise from the couch, fists clenched.

“I see you’re still a conceited dick!”

He rises to meet you where you stand, eyes boring into your own with his stupid sexy grin on his face.  “I see you’re still not one to back down from a fight.”

You step closer, close enough to feel his breath on your face.  Idly, you note it smells like peppermint and you move closer on reflex.

“Yeah? I see you’re still not one to avoid starting a fight in the first place!” you huff.

“Oh, I started it?”  

“Yeah, you started it! You called me a bitch!”

You can’t believe this is happening.  You feel as if you’re 6 again and fighting with him over a toy.

“A sassy bitch, actually,” he corrects, taking another step forward, bodies touching.

“Fuck you!”

“Only if you say please,” he quips before he closes the distance and presses his lips to yours in a scorching hot kiss.

There’s not even a moment of hesitation on your end, immediately pulling him even closer and wrapping your arms around his neck and allowing his tongue entrance to your mouth.  Your body reacts to his instantly, as if it’s wired to respond to him and him only. Your mind was blank of anything except Tae, only Tae please, and you acted purely on instinct alone.  And instinct was pulling him closer and begging, more, anything he could give.

The sound of laughter coming from the hallway pulls you apart, neither of you wanting to get caught by Namjoon or Jin.  You stare at him, his lips are cherry red and slightly swollen and the image burns into your retinas.  He has such pretty lips after you’ve kissed him.

“Oh hey! What’s going on here?” Namjoon asks as he notices the intense eye-battle you’re engaged in with his younger brother.

It shakes you out of the spell, eye contact broken and hypnosis halted.  

“Just, errrr,” you falter to find the right words to explain the situation.

“Just getting reacquainted.”  Tae sounds completely unaffected, as if the passionate kiss you shared with him seconds ago was but a distant memory.  Asshole.

“I’m surprised you two haven’t thrown anything at each other yet,” Jin laughs. “Or thrown yourselves at each other.”

Both you and Taehyung whip to look directly at Jin.

“Her!?” Tae is incredulous. “Gross.”

You’ll never admit out loud that his words wound you.

“You’re an asshole, Taehyung,” you punctuate your words by turning away from him and towards Namjoon, who appears amused as ever.

“Ah, I love when my best friend and my little brother are screaming at each other.  Feels like old times.  Can one of you cry now to complete the moment?”

Taehyung grumbles under his breath, something you can’t catch, and stalks off to his room.  The slam of his door reverberates in the apartment and Jin jumps and turns to yell down the hall at his brother-in-law.

“Yah! Don’t break my apartment! I still owe money on this!”

Despite Taehyung’s appearance every so often in the kitchen or living room, the rest of the night goes on with no annoying disturbances.

Jin spoils you and his husband with expensive food, and the best cheesecake you’ve ever eaten in your life.  Plus, you’re given the bowl to lick clean despite a desperately adorable pout from Namjoon you were sure would persuade Jin.

You’re settled on the couch, snuggling in the middle of the couple as an action movie flickers across the big screen tv.  Truthfully, you haven’t paid attention to a single thing happening, your thoughts entirely too absorbed in Taehyung and that deliciously infuriating kiss.  

Why did he do it?  You couldn’t comprehend his reasoning.  Perhaps he was doing it to piss you off.  He’s never angered you with that level of intimacy before, but you didn’t put it past him.

You’re surprised when the credits of the movie start rolling and Jin and Namjoon fake loud yawns.

“Oh man, I’m beat,” Namjoon lies.

Jin is quick to join. “Me too, I think I’ll pass out the moment I hit the pillow.”

You roll your eyes at the men. “Will you two please go fuck already, I know that’s what you’re going to do.”

Namjoon blanches, but Jin laughs and kisses your cheek. “Ah, my smart, beautiful and chaotic child,” he coos. He leans in to your ear, voice low to keep his husband from listening. “I don’t think I’m the only one in this house who’s going to get pounded into a mattress.”  

He pulls back and winks at you, deftly ignores Namjoon’s confusion and sadness of being left out, and drags him to their bedroom with a loud ‘goodnight’.

You’re left to stew in your own emotions, which is never a good thing.  Was the tension that obvious? You always assumed it had been one-sided, but the kiss befuddled you more than you’d like to admit.

It finally snapped in your mind, all the dots connecting. That’s why he did it.  

He kissed you so you’d stew and simmer and eventually erupt, like you’re doing now.  Taehyung knows you too well for your comfort.

You grab your bag of clothes and storm towards the bathroom to change, promising yourself to forget about the kiss and not give Taehyung what he wants.

Except you’re not very good at promises, especially to yourself.

You can’t say you’re excited to sleep on the couch again.  While it’s a nice couch, it’s definitely not a bed and your back will pay the price tomorrow.  You supposed it was better than the floor, but not by much.

After dressing in your pajamas, a purposefully picked out combination of tiny shorts and a sports bra in case Taehyung happens upon you, you return to your bed for the night in the living room.

Namjoon graciously left blankets and a pillow out for you, and you’re complaining internally about Taehyung the whole time you make yourself a spot to sleep.  If it wasn’t for stupid Taehyung and his stupid existence, you’d be sleeping like a baby on the guest bed that you loved.  But no, they relegated you to the couch like an animal.

Sleep was not in the cards tonight, it seems.  You toss and turn and try to press at the cushions to move a lump around and get comfortable, but it’s all for naught.  You’re wide awake and very, very uncomfortable.  You didn’t understand how you fell asleep on this very couch earlier in the day.  Maybe the mimosas you had at brunch with the couple had been helpful.

A thought crosses your mind. Alcohol.  Maybe a nice glass of wine would help tuck you into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.  A nightcap. Of course.  You were angry at yourself for not thinking of it hours ago.  

You slipped out of your disagreeable bed and into the kitchen, trying not to make a sound.  Jin’s beloved kitchen was also an echo chamber of noise, even the slightest sound bouncing off its walls and amplifying it through the whole house.  You still remember the way you jumped five feet in the air when Jin accidentally broke a plate.  It sounded like a bomb explosion.

You bite your lip as you carefully pry the cabinet of wine glasses open, careful to not even allow a squeak of a hinge.  You silently beg to stay silent and not wake anyone in the house.  You didn’t want to be caught drinking wine at 2 am in the dark, that’s difficult to explain without looking like an alcoholic.

With glass in hand, you tiptoe the fridge to pull out the bottle of merlot, thinking the heavy red wine would be the best to get you sleepy and quick.  

You tug the cork from the bottle and pour a healthy amount into the stemware with a smile.  Liquid sleep.  And you had done it without making a single sound. Perfection. The smell of the alcohol permeates through your nose as you lift the glass, placing it to your lips to take a sip.

“Wine at this hour?” the unexpected voice of Taehyung echos through the kitchen, making you yelp and jolting you hard enough that you drop the hard-earned glass of wine to the tile floor, red wine splashing as the sound of glass shattering is reverberating off the walls.

“Fuck!” You screech at the intruder.  Taehyung doubles over, laughing as if he’s seen nothing funnier than what just transpired.  “You asshole!”

You listen past Taehyung’s incessant laughter to ensure the owners of the apartment hadn’t awoken during the ruckus. You definitely did not want to face a tired and agitated Jin to tell him you shattered one of his Tiffany crystal goblets.

Beyond Tae, the house is silent and you’re thanking whatever god is listening for keeping your best friends asleep.

The wine is everywhere, spilling into the cracks of the tile and splattered on the walls.  The crystal stemware is too; it shattered with such force that you see flecks of the shrapnel in all four corners of the room.

Tae wipes a tear from his face and you square a tempestuous look at him.  

“Fucking help me!  You made me drop it!”

Through snorts, he replies. “I didn’t make you do anything.  You did that on your own.”  Although he is arguing with you, he’s gingerly stepping into the kitchen and kneeling to pick up shards of glass.

“I wouldn’t have dropped it if you had come into the room like a fucking normal person,” you grit.

He collects the glass, the delighted grin on his face now permanent.  He’s relishing in your annoyance, you know he is, and it burns you from the inside out.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.”

“You could have turned on the light! Why were you in the dark like a freak?”  You’re grasping at straws, anything to pin this all on him.  It would quell the fire in your belly to push it all onto him, make you feel as if you’ve won.

Taehyung levels a look at you.  “And you weren’t also in the dark? Pouring a gallon of wine for yourself?”

Your cheeks flare red. Fuck, he definitely caught you there.  You’re playing verbal poker with him and the hand you’re dealt falls flat compared to his royal flush.  He grins, knowing he has you.

“Fuck you,” you snark, you go to insult when you’re backed into a corner.

“Ah, doll,” he winks.  “We talked about that.  Be careful what you wish for.”

The fire inside you is roaring to an inferno now, flames licking to your core. It’s a complicated mixture of anger and sexual energy. It’s infuriating that he’s able to make you feel every single emotion to the extreme. You hate that arguing with him turns you on, like it’s some perverse foreplay.  

You moisten your lips with your tongue as you process his words, and Tae’s eyes hungrily track the appendage as it glides over your lips.

“Fuck. You.” You emphasize perfunctorily.

All thoughts of wiping up the mess are forgotten as Tae drags both you and himself off the floor and steers you to the living room, lips feverish against your own.  He pushes you into the couch and tugs his shirt off, before replacing his lips to yours.  

“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot when you’re a bitch,” he groans as he snaps the strap of your sports bra. “Seeing you get all worked up makes me so hard.”

He’s not wrong. You can see through his mesh basketball shorts that he’s sporting an impressive package, rock hard in its clothed prison.

“Yeah?” You bite at his lip.

“Hell yeah.”  His hands work to the elastic band under your bust and tugs the offending material off, tits springing free as he throws it to the floor.  

“Holy shit,” Taehyung breathes as he gets a good look at your chest.

You shake them gently, grinning as he watches them jiggle.  “You like what you see?”

He smirks and pinches a nipple, wiping the coy smile off your face and turning it into a moan.  “I like when you’re mouthy, but don’t push it.”  

He lowers his head to the nipple he’s still pinching in his fingers, licking at it and replacing his fingers with his mouth.  He’s moaning around the nipple, and you’re gasping for more.  His hot mouth sucks at you, teeth nibbling and pulling it until you’re whimpering in delicious pain.

“Fuck!” He cries as he pops away from your nipple.  “You’re so fucking hot.”

Your body warms at his words, arousal pooling between your legs.  You’re sure that your thighs are drenched in your essence.

He slurps your neglected breast into his mouth, ensuring your nipples are equally abused.  His tongue is skilled but his mouth is messy, saliva dripping all around your tit and it’s the hottest fucking sight you’ve ever seen.

He’s pulling away again and pinching both nipples with his hands simultaneously. “And you’re so fucking annoying.”

You’re pleading for more or to stop, you’re not sure.  He continues.

“Mm, I’m gonna fuck you until you’re a good little bitch for me. Listening to every fucking thing I say.”

He releases your nipples, and you finally find the ability to focus again, staring directly at him.

“Oh, you think you’re that good?” you sass as you attempt to catch your breath.  “Put your money where your mouth is.”

Tae grips your chin roughly, face inches away from yours with a sadistic grin. “You’re going to regret those words, baby.”

Instantly, he’s standing up and tugging his shorts down to let his cock spring free.  Your brain misfires as you visually measure his cock and your mouth goes dry. He’s thick and long. The bulbous head is dripping pre-cum, begging you to slurp it up.

“How about I put my money where your mouth is,” he suggests as he grabs a fistful of your hair.  

He teasingly rubs his cock on your lips and cheeks, makes you whimper with need. Your tongue is sticking out, desperate for him to lay it on you.

“Already so fucking greedy,” he grunts and in one motion, directs his dick into your open mouth. “I’ll fuck your throat, yeah? Greedy bitches love getting face fucked.”  He is still for a beat more, eyes searching yours for consent and you nod with his cock still in your mouth. He winks, then begins a rapid pace, his cock fucking into your mouth and throat.

You’re sure you look like a goddamn mess with saliva dripping from your mouth as Taehyung punishes your throat with his thrusts.  You gag and moan around him, and he tightens his grip in your hair as you see stars.

It’s indescribable. Never have you felt such pleasure from sucking cock, but Tae commands your entire body, willing you to drip with anticipation.

“My little fuck toy, god you feel so fucking good,” he hisses. “You’re gonna swallow my cum, baby.”  

His hips are stuttering, he’s close, and you’re sucking him harder, cheeks pulling in harder to vacuum him in. The pressure makes him groan out loud.

“So good, so fucking good. Get ready for your prize, baby,” his voice cuts off in a gasp, as his cock twitches violently. His legs shake and he doesn’t hold back the moans of his orgasm, gasping as he feels rope after rope spill down your hot throat.

Your big doll eyes are twinkling up at him, lips still wrapped around his cock. Taehyung is sure it’s the hottest thing he’ll ever see in his lifetime.  You on your knees, subservient to him and thriving for it.

“Mmm, I like it when your mouth is full like this,” he slowly pulls out of your mouth, albeit reluctantly. “Can’t talk back to me when you’re sucking my cock like a whore.”

You smile and stick out your tongue, pleased to show him you happily accepted his cum.

“Good fucking girl,” he coos as he grips your chin again. “Did you like my cum?”

You nod, brain fried from the heat of the room.

“Use your words,” he grits and grips your jaw harder. It’s enough to shock you into compliance.

“Y-yes! Fuck, I love your cum, Tae.”  Your words are breathy and raspy, throat raw from his barrage.

“I knew you would, filthy slut.  Sit on the couch.” He orders and you’re quick to scurry and sit on the makeshift bed you made.

His hands are tugging down your shorts quickly. No teasing or seduction here, not now. You lift your hips, and he throws them aside. Your legs close on reflex, making him growl.

“Do not hide yourself from me.” His tone is dark and you can’t help but shiver as you open yourself up to him. You want to talk back, want to fight and bite at him, but you’re quickly losing the ability to even speak, and you’re aching for him.

“Where’s my mouthy little bitch? You’re awfully quiet. Did I finally break you?” He teases, pressing your legs upward, knees to your ears. It’s pornographic how on display you are for him, soaking wet cunt front and center.

“The great Taehyung thinks he can break me with his cock,” you mewl, mustering all the false confidence you can. You’re lying through your fucking teeth and you both know it, but you continue. “You’ll have to do more than that.”

Your pussy is quaking with need now, desperate for a single touch. His hands maintain purchase on the backs of your thighs, holding them up.

“There she is,” he bites at the flesh of your leg closest to him which makes you jerk in his hold. “Gonna fuck the brat right out of you.”

He removes a hand from your thigh and you’re quick to pick up the slack, holding the thigh in place to maintain his open show of your pussy.

“Try me,” you murmur, and you’re instantly regretting your words as a harsh slap descends and lands square on your cunt.

You nearly scream, pain flooding your wanton pussy, before turning into delicious pleasure that stings and tingles right at your clit. It sizzles, and warmth blooms where his hand was.

“That’s for not believing me.”  His eyes are feral and you want to bottle this memory forever.  

Another slap has your legs trembling, eyes rolling back as the burn turns to a low heat.  You’re dripping your wetness down onto the couch and Jin will kill you, but you don’t care.

“That was for calling me a dick,” he smirks.

Smack.

Tears spring in your eyes as the slap brings more pleasure than pain, desperately close to your edge.

“Look at you, you could cum just from this, couldn’t you?”

“F-fuck! Yes, please, I need more, please!” Your cunt is clenching around nothing, desperate for friction and leaking out of you like a faucet. Taehyung marvels at you, legs spread so far, with a cunt weeping with arousal for more. He can’t wait to dive in there, but he’s not finished with you yet.

“More? I don’t know if you deserve more, baby, you’ve been awfully mean to me,” he tsks, breathing hot air on your clit, making you whine.

“P-please! I’m sorry!” You’re sure you will black out with how desperately you need him. You need him more than you need oxygen.

“Beg.”

You’re quick to submit. Thoughts of fighting back are long gone, you’re his wanton little slut now.

“Please, please! Pleaseeeee, make me cum! I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” He asks with an arch of his eyebrow.

You’re nodding wildly, gazing at him with desperate, watery eyes.

“Anything, I need you so f-fucking bad it hurts!”

By the time the words leave your lips, he’s thrusting two fingers into your cunt viciously, fingering you ferociously. He arches them, rubbing against your spongy g-spot and making you scream. He knows you’re close, knows you only need one little push off the edge. He plays your body like a skilled practitioner.

“Cum on my fingers, baby. Let me see my greedy little bitch milk my fingers.”

Your body and mind react accordingly, deep down you know your body is owned completely by him, all his.  Your orgasm explodes and you think you actually scream, your vision is black and your hearing goes silent for a moment as you cum harder than you have in your life.  You’re squeezing his fingers with your pussy so tight and Taehyung is gently licking all the juices from his hand with his fingers still inside you.

It takes time to descend from the separate plane of existence Taehyung sent you too, but you come back and watch as he laps at the liquid of your cunt and on his hand like it’s a vital necessity. His fingers remain in your walls, and he refuses to break eye contact with you. You’re positive you could cum again from the sight.

“My little cockslut tastes so good, just how I like,” he tells you tenderly. “Like cherries, so sweet.  My little cherry.”

Your cunt is aching and warming back to life as he pulls his fingers out of you. The loss is immense and you’re whimpering for more.

“Ah, ah,” he hushes you. “No whining. You’ll take what I give you.  Suck my fingers clean. Taste yourself.”

He presses his fingers into your mouth, earning him a sigh, the taste of you filling your mouth. You swirl your tongue around his fingers and suckle each one to ensure your tongue laves the entire surface.

“Fuck,” he whispers and it’s his first crack in his steel reserve. “Needy.”

He pulls his fingers from your mouth and presses against you to kiss. It’s gentle, sweet, and nothing compared to the man assailing your pussy with slaps moments ago. It thrills you just the same and you return in kind, threading your hands in his wavy hair.

He pulls away and presses his forehead against yours, a moment of gentleness you actively welcome.

“This little cunt ready for me?” He whispers and you’re whimpering your reply.

“Please, fuck me. I need you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

He grins and presses a kiss to your lips again, sweet and chaste, before he pulls away and slides down to attach those same sinful lips to your pussy.

It’s so unexpected you flinch and manage a cry as his tongue slurps up more of your delicious essence and his mouth moves to suckle on your clit. You’re not sure where the fuck he learned these tricks, but you know now you will never let him go.

“Taehyung!” You cry at the sensation. “Fuck!”

After receiving the reaction he was desperate for, he slips his tongue into your walls deep and gathers as much of you as he can, before he’s pulling back and swallowing you down.

“I couldn’t resist. Your cunt was made for me to devour.”

He doesn’t allow for a response as he throws your legs over his shoulders and lines himself up at your core.

“Condom?” He asks you, and you level a quick look at him.

“I don’t live here! I don’t have any!”  You’re savage, terrified he’ll pull his cock away when all you want and can think about is the way he’ll feel pounding into you.

“Don’t be rude, baby,” he reminds you with a swat to your ass. “I’m clean, promise. You?”

You nod quickly, reveling in the spank’s tingle. “Same. I have an IUD too,” you sigh. Thank god for medical birth control implants.

“Good. You’re the only pussy I’m gonna fuck from now on,” he promises. You know you must talk about this later, when you’re thinking rationally and not with your aching pussy.  

Your heart stutters and leaps into your throat but all is forgotten as he plunges into your tight heat.

“Ohhhhh shit, ahhh,” he gasps. “Baby, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”  He’s on the verge of whining, becoming just as needy and greedy as you.  He wastes no time in setting a pace.

His cock fills you completely, his angle allowing him to go as deep as he can, pressing the beginning of your cervix.  This is surely what heaven feels like.  It feels like the completeness you feel with Taehyung fully sheathed inside you.

It comes alive with flames and explosions as he fucks you, hips pistoning to plunge in and out of you with tenacity.  He fucks you like he laces every single thrust with more, more than just sex. He fucks you with purpose.

You’re moaning like a pornstar now, high pitch wails and gasps and breathy moans are all you can manage. “Taehyung, yes! Feel so g-g-good!”

“That’s right baby, scream my fucking name. Make sure all the neighbors know who fucking ruined you,” he nearly spits, cock thrusting into your core at an impossible speed. “I want you to tell all of Korea who owns you. Who owns this tiny little cunt?”

The wind leaves you, and you’re gasping for air, gaping mouth open as you try to reply. It takes him fucking into you harder a few times before you feel it rush back into you.

“You, Taehyung!  You!  Fuck, I love your cock!”

His thumb rubs at your engorged clit, allowing it the friction it seeks.  He bends forward and wraps his other hand around your throat, squeezing.  

Losing air combined with the friction on your clit has you keening, so close to the edge. You try to babble his name but nothing comes out.

“Look at my pretty little slut taking my cock so well,” he praises.  “You have the greediest pussy, don’t you? You need my cock daily, baby. Need to put my mouthy bitch in her place, remind her who’s in charge.”

He slows his pace but his thrusts are punishing, fucking into you as hard as he can. Your orgasm is climbing so impossibly high.

“F-fuck!” You gasp as he releases his grip on your neck. “Gonna cum! Please let me cum!”  

“Yeah baby, cum for me.  Cream your greedy pussy all over my cock.”

The world stops spinning as you hit the height of your climax and plunge down.  Your vision goes black and your body is quivering and convulsing nearly as hard as your cunt is. Taehyung hisses at your walls sucking him in, as if you’re begging for his cum, begging for more.

“Fuck, good girl, baby, holy shit,” he’s breathless and so close.

You’re overstimulated, boneless, but he wrought two of the best orgasms you’ve ever felt in your life and you’ll be damned if you leave him high and dry.  You bite your lip as you move with him, hips pounding against each other. His face is scrunched up and you know he’s close when he’s stuttering on his words.  You take over for him.

“Please cum in me baby, please.  Fill me up. I’m yours, baby, mark my little cunt as yours.”  You don’t know where it’s coming from, but you keep it going. It feels as natural as fucking him does. “Please, Taehyung!”

At the sound of his name leaving you in a whine, he spirals down his own completion. He feels his cock pulse as he empties his load into you, your walls still reverently beckoning for him. He’s calling out your name, grasping at your tits as he finishes and you’re smiling from ear to ear. Your pussy is warm with his seed and you’re positive it’s the way you want to feel every single night.

“Holy fuck,” Taehyung rasps as he pulls his cock out of you. He thrills as he watches his cum follow, slipping out your folds and down your thigh. “I definitely marked you.”

You hum in reply, finally allowing yourself to soak in the haze of orgasmic bliss. Tae presses his head to yours again, kissing you sweetly.

“Come sleep in my bed?” He asks. He means more behind it. He wants to ask you to sleep in his bed every night, stay with him every day, be the one he grows old with. He knows there’s still more to talk about, wounds of the past to heal, but now you’re with him, and he knows he’ll work through anything.

You nod, and kiss him again, understanding his hidden meaning laced in his words.

A sly smile spreads across his face. “Last one to bed has to take the blame for the wineglass,” he teases. Your head spins as if you’ve got whiplash.  He can switch from dominating to sensitive to the little shit he is so quick.

“Hey! No fucking fair! You fucked my ability to run out of me!”

“Shouldn’t have been such a sassy bitch,” he winks before he tears away towards his room.

“Taehyung, you’re an asshole!” You call as you limp your way behind him.

From behind Joon and Jin’s door, a critical voice bellows, “YAH! I’ll kill you if you got your jizz on my couch! And what is this I heard about my glass!!? HEY!  Those are TIFFANY. CRYSTAL. THE DISRESPECT!”

You slip into Taehyung’s bed and wrap yourself around him, the two of you gasping with mischievous giggles.

Kim Taehyung will always be the one who knows how to drive you wild. He’ll always aggravate and infuriate you, send you reeling.

But now you didn’t think you minded it at all.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[hauntedbythefanficsofmypast]

The Different Group Chats part 1

{Part 1} [Part 2]

Diamonds:

BlueDiamond- Marinette 

BrownDiamond- Mireille

GreenDiamond- Marc 

Cheng Main Family:

MamaOrso- Sabine

TopChef- Wang

Matriarch- Nuba (Their Grandmother)

Heiress- Lian (Marc’s mother)

Tiāncái- Mei (Mireille’s mother)

Adrinette/Girls GC:

PinkBean- Rose

PurpleBean- Juleka

BossFox-Alya 

TrueBeauty-Lila

WhyAmIHere- Alix 

LoveBug- Mylene

A group chat AU I thought of this will involve only the Miraculous Ladybug show, with very minor mentions of other shows. Some backstory information I feel are important. Marinette, Marc, and Mireille are cousins in this through their mothers; Sabine, Lian, and Mei. Marinette is Chinese, Italian, and French, Marc is Chinese and French, and Mireille is Chinese, Japanese, and French. This is not Adrinette, I decided to give Lukanette some love!

                                                   Diamonds

                                                    10:46 am

BlueDiamond: Do you think I could get away with it?

GreenDiamond:????

GreenDiamond: Mar? Get away with what?

BrownDiamond: Depends. Are you doing it by yourself, with us, or are you going to call Bāchan’s right hand?

GreenDiamond: Mir? Wait why would Mar call Fengge? 

                                                  11:07 am

GreenDiamond: Hey! You two respond already!

BrownDiamond: Calm cousin, calm. Mar is contemplating taking care of Lila Rossi, you know the girl that threatened her in the bathroom.

GreenDiamond: Oh.

GreenDiamond: WAIT!!!1!

GreenDiamond: No fair! She can’t call Fengge I called dibs on ruining Rossi!

BrownDiamond: Mar gets the final decision, after all she is the one being targeted.

BlueDiamond: I am not calling Fengge, I don’t want her dead, I just want to ruin her future. Besides Fengge would call Nonna, and I’d rather not take the chance of us being pulled out of school.

BrownDiamond: Very true, but I doubt Bāchan would pull us out. Lila is only a minor threat and she knows we can definitely handle her. If the snake goes too far however, she will step in.

GreenDiamond: Tru…

BrownDiamond: Stop butchering words or else.

GreenDiamond: Common little cuz be traught.

*BrownDiamond took a Screenshot of chat*

BrownDiamond: I am showing my Kachann.

BlueDiamond: She did warn you.

GreenDiamond: D’: NooOo dont message auntie!!!1!!

BrownDiamond: Already sent.

GreenDiamond: You hate me.

                                                  Cheng Main Family

                                                            11:38 am

Tiàncái: First, return to your lessons. Second, Marc the penthouse at 4 exact. After reading those texts I’ve decided you need a two hour lesson.

BrownDiamond: Yes Kachann.

BlueDiamond: Sorry Auntie.

GreenDiamond:Understood Auntie.

TopChef: How bad was it?

Tiàncái: Worse than you fake butchering other languages to mess with others.

MamaOrso- My Marinette was not a part of it correct?

Tiàncái- No just our nephew sister.

Heiress- Why am I not surprised, at least he is only doing it with his cousins.

Matriarch- My Diamonds know that they are not allowed to butcher languages like their Great Uncle in front of others. I would not worry too much, my darlings. Now all of you return to work. I have a meeting to attend.

MamaOrso- Yes Māmā

Tiàncái- Understood, have a good meeting.

Heiress- I will see you later Māmā.

TopChef-Talk to you all later my girls.

                                                  Diamonds

                                                     1:13 pm

BlueDiamond: Juleka and Rose are sitting with me in the back now.

BrownDiamond: Oh?

BlueDiamond: Yes they came up and apologized to me during lunch. They both asked for a chance to earn my trust again.

GreenDiamond: And your decision Mar?

BlueDiamond: I am giving them a second chance, both apologized and explained why they didn’t choose sides. No information about Lila too, she is making big promises. For instance she told Kitty Section she’d introduce them to Jagged Stone.

BrownDiamond:...Isn’t Juleka Jagged’s daughter?

BlueDiamond: Yes.

BrownDiamond: Oh no.

BlueDiamond: What?

GreenDiamond: This is Miss Mendeleiev both of you return to your lessons and put your phones away.

                                                  1:28 pm

BrownDiamond: Nice job Marc, next time control your laughter.

BlueDiamond: Really?

                                                  2:49 pm

BlueDiamond: Mir go out for ice cream? We can go find André.

BrownDiamond: Well I don’t have to be in the studio today and was only planning to hang out with friends. Can we invite some others?

BlueDiamond: Oh definitely! I’ll ask Rose, Juleka, and Luka!

BrownDiamond: I am just going to invite Aurore and Jean.

BlueDiamond: Hoping to get complimentary cones cousin dearest?

BrownDiamond: Shut up I just like his face.

BlueDiamond: Don’t you lie to me. You have attended every single magical show he has done, and even promoted him once on MAC’s Twitter.

BrownDiamond: Shut up, your one to talk Mar. Who do you have a crush on, Model boy or Guitar boy?

                                                  3:10 pm

BrownDiamond: Mar?

BrownDiamond: Did I upset you?

BrownDiamond: Marinette?

BlueDiamond: Sorry

BlueDiamond: No you did not upset me. Lila pointed out I was texting and Bustier started lecturing me on being a good role model.

BrownDiamond: Sorry, my locker in five?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, see you soon.

GreenDiamond: I got my phone back!

GreenDiamond: Unfair! You guys can’t get ice cream while I’m stuck in lessons!

BlueDiamond: [Image.png]

GreenDiamond: Why’d you send me a picture of you and Mir looking around???

BrownDiamond: Trying to find the fucks we give…

GreenDiamond: ༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ew. Stop.

GreenDiamond:༼ ༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ༽

BlueDiamond: Ugh.

Private Messaging

Nathaniel and Marc

                                                  3:11 pm

LifePartner: Marc can we talk today? It’s about Marinette.

Rainbow: …

Rainbow: I have a two hour lesson starting at four. Meet me on the Pont Des Arts at 6:30.

LifePartner: I’ll be there Rainbow, see you later.

                                            Diamonds

                                               4:20 pm

BrownDiamond: Not.A.Word.

BlueDiamond: Burnt caramel for his eyes, and cotton candy for his unique tricks~ Blackberry for her beautiful hair, and black walnut for her unusual connections.

BrownDiamond: One, perhaps we should be concerned with what André seems to know about us.

BrownDiamond: Two, Blue moon for his hair and eyes, and super madness for his crazy life, Blackberry for her hair and cherry with chips for her secret.

BlueDiamond: Mmm André is a meta I wouldn’t worry his love is ice cream and bringing soulmates together.

BlueDiamond: Luka has confessed to me though, I told him I wasn’t ready.

BrownDiamond: Still stuck on Adrien?

BlueDiamond: No

BlueDiamond: I thought he’d take my side when he said that we were in it together. The moment he didn’t speak up when I was expelled pretty much made that crush, crash.

BlueDiamond: He is sweet but he has been too sheltered, he is trying to treat Lila like she is a tabloid.

BrownDiamond: You are not wrong. So...Luka?

BlueDiamond: Yea, I’m thinking Luka.

                                           Private Messaging

                                           Jagged and Luka

                                                    4:24 pm

Luka: Dad how did you get Penny to fall in love with you?

Jagged: I ask myself that every single day kiddo. Every single day.

Luka: I’m screwed.

Jagged: Marinette?

Luka: Marinette.

Jagged: Penny says to just be yourself! My rockstar Mari is a smart girl and her crush on the Agreste boy has slowly disappeared...yes it would be very rock an roll to have her as a daughter-in-law. That’s it Luka! You have to win Marinette’s heart over!

Luka: You’re not helping Dad.

                                      Private Messaging 

                                       Penny and Luka

                                               4:47 pm

Penny: Stop asking him Luka.

Penny: Just be yourself, Marinette would never want you to change yourself. Give her a little more time and just be there for her.

Luka: Thanks Penny, how did Dad win you over anyway?

Penny: ...I have a thing for loud sometimes idiotic men.

Luka: Awe, I am never telling him that.

Penny: I’m joking, I’m joking one night he rolled over and was just barely awake. He didn’t know I was awake, he whispered that I was the love of his life and that he wished his mom had a chance to meet me.

Luka: Awe. I’m telling Marinette that.

Penny: Oh, definitely would get you brownie points, she loves sweet love stories.

                                                    Adrinette

                                                     6:39 pm

Group name changed from Adrinette to Girls GC

Lila Rossi added by BossFox

BossFox changed Lila Rossi to TrueBeauty

BossFox: Hey girls I decided to make this the drama free girls group chat.

PurpleBean: Drama free???

PinkBean: Why not create a new group chat than Alya? Also if this is the girls group chat where is Marinette?

BunnxXx changed name to WhyAmIHere

BossFox: Like I said drama free girls

TrueBeauty: Awe Alya! You added me to a group chat where I don’t have to worry about upsetting Marinette!

TrueBeauty: That’s so sweet!!

WhyAmIHere: Alya this is our get Mari with Sunshine boy gc.

TrueBeauty: Alya you haven’t told them yet?

BossFox: Don’t worry Lila I just wanted you to be here when I did!

BossFox: Girls we are canceling Adrinette.

LoveBug: What? Why?

BossFox: I was telling Lila about all our attempts and how ‘in love’ with Adrien Marinette is. Well Lila pointed out that everything she is doing are red flags for a stalker!

LoveBug: What?! But Marinette would never!

PinkBean: Are you serious?

WhyAmIHere: Oh boy.

TureBeauty: No listen please, I’m not lying!

TrueBeauty: Alya told me everything she has done! She has his entire schedule, pictures of him all over her wall, one he doesn’t even know exist! She has stolen his phone before and is constantly trying to get alone time with him! Not to mention she has planned out their life with two kids and a hamster!

TureBeauty: She is stalking Adrien and convinced you guys to help her!

LoveBug: Oh my gosh 

LoveBug: I can’t believe 

LoveBuv: All this time Marinette has been

WhyAmIHere: Alright ya-no I’m so done.

WhyAmIHere: First of Marinette HAD a crush on Adrien. One that you blew out of proportion Alya.

BossFox: What?!

BossFox: I did not!

WhyAmIHere: You were constantly trying to force her into telling Adrien when she clearly wasn’t ready, and always dragging us into helping set up ‘dates’

WhyAmIHere: Two Marinette is a fashion designer. Have you seriously never noticed all the pictures are right above when she works on designs? They are a part of her fashion board Alya.

WhyAmIHere: Also the part with the phone, I’m hello? Marinette has always been like that, she does it when she’s half asleep most of the time. But in the end she always returns the person's phone before the end of the day!

WhyAmIHere: Also we have all seen those photos, if Marinette was seriously stalking him don’t you think the pictures would be inappropriate? They are either from magazines or from class outings.

LoveBug: Alix you have to admit it is a little weird that Marinette has gone this far

LoveBug: Lila is a model too and she knows so many famous people. I have no doubt she knows more about stalking than we do.

WhyAmIHere: srs.

TrueBeauty: Alix you have to listen to me! Marinette is sick and she needs help or else she’ll be a danger to Adrien and us!

WhyAmIHere: No. I’m done. Marinette is just a teenager with a CRUSH and you are just blowing it out of proportion.

Alix Kubdel has left Girls GC.

TrueBeauty: Rose Juleka you believe us right?

TrueBeauty: Please Mari really needs help!

PinkBean: No we don’t…

BossFox: WHAT!?

PurpleBean: We don’t believe you. Besides, Marinette barely has a crush on Adrien anymore. I’d ask if you’ve seen her room but she stopped inviting you up Alya.

PinkBean: And she doesn’t like Lila so Lila has never even seen her room.

BossFox: It isn’t like you guys would actually know anything! Just after school today Marinette threatened Lila to stay away from Adrien! And she got physical!

LoveBug: oh gosh! Lila are you okay?

TrueBeauty: Alya! I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: But they need to know Lila especially since they keep siding with her!

PinkBean: Really?

PinkBean: When after school?

TrueBeauty: She attacked me around 4 today!

PurpleBean: oh rlly?

PinkBean: That doesn’t make sense though because Marinette was with us today at four. We left the school together.

TrueBeauty: This is what I was afraid of! Marinette has twisted you two into lying for her! See Alya this is why I didn’t want anyone to know!

BossFox: Don’t worry I’ll handle this girl.

Juleka Couffaine was removed by BossFox.

PinkBean: Alya?! Really?!

Rose Lavillant was removed by BossFox.

BossFox: Alright girls we have to help keep Adrien safe from his Stalker!

LoveBug: I’ll tell Ivan, I’m sure him and the other boys will be more than happy to help!

TrueBeauty: oh I don’t know what I would do without you girls!

                                                   Diamonds

                                                    8:15 pm

BlueDiamond: Alix just showed up at my house with Calendula Pink Surprise.

GreenDiamond: Oh? Tikki must be in love.

BlueDiamond: She is, hasn't left the plant since I placed it in my room. I’d send a picture but she obviously wouldn’t show up.

BrownDiamond: Pray tell cousin dearest why did she gift you with flowers?

GreenDiamond: Mir is having another Pride and Prejudice movie marathon…

BrownDiamond: It is a gift to the world!

BlueDiamond: Yes yes one of the best books out there we know.

BlueDiamond: She apologized for everything, also, she may know I’m Ladybug.

BrownDiamond: Well duh, Calendula? Ladybugs love those flowers.

BlueDiamond: She told me that she honestly just thought it was a little rivalry between Lila and me. That is until Alya made a group chat purposely excluding me.

GreenDiamond: Really?

BlueDiamond: Mhm, she said it would be their ‘drama free’ group chat. Not the beat part though.

BrownDiamond: Go on, I've got my movie paused.

BlueDiamond: Apparently I am stalking Adrien and they need to protect him from me.

GreenDiamond:...

BrownDiamond:...

BrownDiamond: My god Marc I can hear you from my room, breathe! 

BlueDiamond: I thought the penthouse walls were soundproof?

BrownDiamond: They are.

GreenDiamond: cant breathe

BlueDiamond: I’ve done it.

BlueDiamond: I’ve killed our cousin.

BrownDiamond: Sometimes I wished you’d live here with us Mar.

BlueDiamond: I am thinking about it.

BlueDiamond: Mama and Papa have told me before I can, and it’ll be much easier to avoid Alya.

BrownDiamond: [Image.png]

BlueDiamond: oh my gods breathe

BlueDiamond: is that..

BlueDiamond: Is that Nathaniel’s hoodie?

BrownDiamond: he has rolled over and hid his face in his pillow.

BrownDiamond: Should I tickle the information out of him?

BlueDiamond: hmm permission granted

BrownDiamond: [Video]

BlueDiamond: Awe Marc!!

BrownDiamond: I am outraged he has been dating you for so long and never asked our permission!

BlueDiamond: Mireille give Nathaniel a break, besides not many people know that we are cousins

GreenDiamond: Actually he didn’t know until tonight that we are. Also Mar, expect something from him soon, he knew the truth but didn’t know how to apologize to you.

BrownDiamond: So he is the reason you left the penthouse so quick after your lessons!

GreenDiamond: Shut up Mir!

BlueDiamond: Get some sleep you two, I’ll talk over moving to the penthouse with Mama tomorrow.

BrownDiamond: Goodnight Mar

GreenDiamond: Wait really?!

GreenDiamond: Mar!!

GreenDiamond: You torture me so!

BrownDiamond: Go to sleep Marc.

GreenDiamond: Fine I’ll just ambush her tomorrow.