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prove you wrong | alexia putellas x reader

You carelessly tell everyone you've never been sexually satisfied to piss off your fuck buddy, Alexia. She decides to prove you wrong and make it known to everyone just how wrong you are. | Inspired by these requests: (1) (2)

tags / contains: wc: 5k, friends with benefits, jealous!alexia, rough sex, strap r!receiving, fingering r!receiving, breath play, a lot of dirty talk, usage of degrading language and names, a bit of orgasm control, dacryphilia if u squint, set when lucy was in barça, semi-public sex kinda

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It's been months since you last saw Alexia.

She’s been extremely busy with football, brand deals, and events. As her friend, it made you incredibly proud to see her achieving so much. She’s worked so hard and it was about time that she was able to reap her benefits and gain the recognition she so badly deserved.

But as her fuck buddy, the feral, needy side of you was just writhing with sexual frustration and yearning, wanting her to fuck you after every time you’d watch a game of hers.

You tried touching yourself, trying every new vibrator and toy available in the market but not a single toy could replicate the way Alexia made you feel. The way she moved her tongue, her fingers, her hips – it always drove you insane. Every single time with Alexia left you in a dreamy state for days. The sore muscles from all the positions she put you in always left you aching for days, but you loved every bit of it—each ache serving as a lingering reminder of that night.

On different occasions, you wanted to just text her and beg her to come over and fuck the living daylights out of you but it just felt like you might be crossing the line. You two usually just fucked whenever you had free time to spend together; asking her to make time from her busy schedule just felt personal and… intimate. So, instead, you’d sulk at home and try every single possible way of fiddling with yourself to no avail.

Feeling desperate and horny, you made the mistake of making out with Alexia’s friend and teammate Lucy Bronze. You bumped into her during a night out with friends wherein she recognized you as Alexia’s friend from college. A couple drinks down and one thing led to another.

Even if Lucy was an excellent kisser, you didn’t feel the same electric connection with Lucy that you had with Alexia. Though, since then, you’ve maintained close contact with the Brit.

Despite several attempts of hitting on you, you never really responded to any of Lucy’s booty calls. You knew Alexia and you were just friends with benefits but somehow, you felt like it was wrong to do anything more with a friend of hers. It wasn’t as if you two were exclusive… but you still felt hesitant.

Although, after a while, you grew more and more frustrated with Alexia. How was it possible that Lucy had enough free time to hit you up but Alexia seemed too busy to even send you a naughty pic or even just a cheeky message? You felt neglected and increasingly sexually frustrated.

Little did you know that word had gotten to Alexia that you made out with Lucy.

Ever since the two of you started hooking up, Alexia had grown increasingly infatuated with you, craving the feel of your skin and the taste of your lips at every waking moment. If she could, she'd have you beneath her every day of the week. But as life got busier for both of you, she held back, reasoning that it would be selfish to hit you up randomly in the middle of a busy week just to scratch an itch. Besides, she had always been the one to initiate before, and this time, she decided to wait. She waited to see if you wanted her as desperately as she wanted you.

But the silence from you was deafening.

No late-night texts, no "I miss you," not even a casual "wyd." At first, she convinced herself you were just busy. Then she heard through the grapevine that you'd been kissing one of her teammates at some club.

The news hit her like a punch to the gut, leaving her pissed off and bitter. If you'd moved on or decided to have fun with some other girl, fine, you weren’t in a relationship anyway — but it didn't make it sting any less. And to top it off, she had to find out from someone else that you were attending the team’s victory party at Lucy’s place.

The audacity, Alexia thought bitterly. Even if it technically was Lucy’s party, she thought you’d have the decency to refuse or to even just give her a heads-up, knowing that it might be weird to be around Alexia and Lucy. No decency at all.

When you got the invite, you hesitated. But then you decided this was your chance to remind Alexia exactly what she had seemingly forgotten about. After all, she'd ghosted you out of nowhere, leaving you high and dry after giving you the best sex of your life.

So, the night of the party, you slipped into a tight black dress that hugged every curve and sprayed on the perfume you knew drove Alexia crazy. If she thought she could move on so easily, you were more than ready to remind her of what she'd lost.

As soon as you entered Lucy’s place, she was the first person you saw.

It wasn't hard for you to see her. She was usually taller than most girls and she always just exuded a confident energy that never failed to catch everyone's attention. She was wearing a black cap and a black jacket, with the sleeves pushed up to her elbows exposing her muscular forearms. Your mind tried not to remember all the times you watched the veins in her arm bulge out so slightly as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

You locked eyes and her jaw instantly clenched. She looked upset. You would have felt a bit bad about never reaching out to congratulate her on all those winning games or even checking up on her if you didn't see her arm around a shorter girl you didn’t recognize.

Great. I've been replaced.

You rolled your eyes and headed to the corner of the house where Lucy and her other friends were seated.

"Hey, mami." Lucy greeted you. She stood up and gave you a kiss on the cheek, immediately snaking a hand around your waist. You loved how Lucy was never secretive of her finding you irresistible. Once or twice, you thought about riding that strong jaw but you figured you had to see out a complex friends-with-benefits relationship before entering another one. "Looks like we're all out of seats. Why don't you sit on my lap instead?"

You smirked. "You just would grab any opportunity to have me on top of you, huh?"

She smirked, biting her lip. "You know it."

You sat on Lucy's lap sideways, arms around her to secure your spot as your legs dangled on her side. She put her hands around you with her left hand on your back and the other drawing small spirals on your bare lap.

Alexia must have caught sight of this because you saw her looking over, jaw clenched and eyes darkened.

“I’m just so glad this season is done. I seriously need to go out to the clubs and get laid… get all that tension out of my body.” Patri, who was sitting on the floor beside Pina and Salma, complained to the group before taking a swig from her beer. “Nothing like unwinding to a girl between your legs.”

The crowd chuckled. Ingrid playfully threw a rolled up paper towel at Patri calling her gross. You smiled and nodded along as you let Lucy run her hands up and down your leg. “Thirsty, pretty girl?” She asked.

You shook your head. “You?”

“Hmm, why don’t you grab that beer and help me out?” She asked. You smiled as you grabbed the beer with your free hand and put the bottle against Lucy’s mouth, tipping it a bit as you let her drink from it. You bit your lip as the older girl maintained intense eye contact as you did.

Alexia was practically seething from the sight of it but continued to ignore you, staying at the other side of the room. The girl in her arms was trying to chat her up, asking about football or whatever, but all she could focus on was you.

The conversation continued with the group. “I’d hate to be single right now. How do you have the energy to go out and exert all that effort just to get laid?” Mapi exclaimed as she put an arm around her girlfriend who was sitting beside her. “If I were single, I’d rather just grab my vibrator and call it a day.”

Patri rolled her eyes. “You’re just saying that cause you have Ingrid.” She retorted. “If you were single, you’d be out there in the clubs with us too.”

You could feel Lucy’s body vibrate against you as she chuckled. You grabbed Lucy’s bottle of beer, drinking from it as you continued to listen in on the conversation that was unfolding.

“I agree with Patri.” Irene chimed in, swirling a plastic cup with her hand. “I’d hate to be single and always end up masturbating at night. That would make me miserable.”

Patri nodded, as she raised her bottle high up. “Exactly, exactly!”

“The orgasm you get from a girl does not compare to one you get alone.” Irene added on, garnering a slow clap from the drunken Patri.

You laughed at the interaction. Lucy turned to you with a small smirk. "How about you? What do you think?"

You paused. You noticed Alexia move closer to our group. You hummed in thought, returning your gaze back to Lucy. "I don't know. I feel like it depends. It's a case-to-case basis and it just depends on who your partner is and what you want." You said, loud enough for others to hear. “So, yeah, I don’t have a clear cut answer.”

Mapi nodded to what you said. “Yeah, but having to find someone who suits you… it just takes too much time. If you’re single, you’re basically gambling every single time you decide to sleep with someone.” She said as she shook her head. “Besides, why would you want someone you barely met handling your precious goods?”

“We get it, Mapi. You’re in a loving relationship where you have sweet, sweet, compatible sex.” Patri said, rolling her eyes and making the crowd chuckle.

Before the two could continue debating, Pina chimed in. “Capitana,” She called Alexia over. "Settle the debate for us. What's a better way of unwinding after football season — masturbating or going out to have someone take care of it for you?"

Alexia moved closer to the group, an arm wrapped around a girl and her other hand wrapped around a red cup. She looked serious with her eyes still fixed on you. "She hasn't actually answered the question yet." She responded, looking at you as she tilted her cup at your direction.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, defeated. "I guess, I'd choose just making myself cum."

Mapi nodded smugly at Patri who felt annoyed.

"Really? I always pegged you as a pillow princess type. Like... the type who has to be pleased by someone else?" Lucy asked, fingertips still suggestively grazing your thighs

You hummed in thought. "Well, I haven’t found anyone who pleases me better than I do myself.” You lied with a shrug, looking directly at Lucy and avoiding Alexia’s gaze. “Why bother trying to find someone to aimlessly poke at me until I fake it when I can just take care of it myself?”

The group laughed at your statement but Alexia remained stoic and stiff. "Really?" Her voice dripped with thinly veiled annoyance. "Are you trying to say that no one has ever made you cum before? You always just fake it?”

“Yeah, no one really comes to mind.” You shook your head. "Besides, I'd much rather spend a night getting tired out by my vibrator rather than to be disappointed by some tryhard who fingers like they have carpal tunnel or eats me out with the same limp energy of an old man with his porridge."

The crowd laughed even harder but Alexia looked even more annoyed. If everyone was sober and in the right mind, they'd catch on to her reaction to your bold statement and figure out there was definitely something between the two of you.

You tried to laugh along but you felt weirdly nervous about lying. Alexia didn’t seem too pleased with your statement. Why is she so pissed off? It’s not as if anyone here knows we’ve slept together.

You were pulled out of your worries when you felt Lucy’s hands move higher up your leg, skimming the skin under your tight dress.

"Why don't you give the poor vibrator a rest from tiring you out," Lucy whispered, playfully using your own words. "And have me give it a try?"

You moved closer to her. "Hmm, I don’t know. Aren’t we just friends now?" You said softly so that the group wouldn’t hear too but still loud enough for Alexia to hear, if she tried hard enough. “Sex might just complicate that.”

“C’mon, we already kissed.” Lucy smiled with eyes that flickered from your eyes to your lips. "Besides, isn’t it worth risking it? I know I can pleasure you better than anyone else ever had.”

You smiled and playfully caressed her strong jaw with your fingers. “Well…” You trailed off seductively in a low voice, moving closer to Lucy’s face. "I've always wanted to feel that strong jaw against—"

Your flirting was cut abruptly when Alexia angrily threw her crumpled red cup to the ground and walked out of Lucy’s place. Everyone looked around confused, including the girl she was with. She blinked curiously as her eyes stuck at the door, wondering why Alexia had left so abruptly; the poor girl was just talking about her new manicure.

"Damn, I guess, no one's making her cum either." Patri joked, garnering a bunch of playful slaps and chuckles from the group but the room still seemed to be confused; Alexia was never the type to storm out in anger out of nowhere.

You tried to just shake off Alexia's mood swing and returned to flirting with Lucy but just minutes later, Alexia was storming back into the living room. She stomped her way to you and grabbed your hand, basically yanking you off of Lucy. You nearly tripped over your own feet as she grabbed you.

"What the fuck, Alexia?" You exclaimed as you were pulled by the arm by the tall blonde. "That fucking hurts. What's your problem?"

She didn't speak up. She basically dragged across the house until you reached what seemed like Lucy’s bedroom. She slammed the door loudly and locked it behind her.

Now that you were alone, you could see the annoyed look on her face, the redness across her cheeks, the tightness of her expression… and the slight bulge in her pants. Oh... that's what she had to get from her car when she stormed out.

She slammed you against the bedroom door, towering over you and trapping you with her arms. You gulped as you felt your back press flatly against the door.

Alexia suddenly grabbed your face with one hand, gripping so hard your lips were almost puckering out. "Why are you running your mouth about how no one's made you cum?" She said with a low, threatening voice. Her hazel eyes had darkened under the dim lights of the bedroom.

You stared at her, blinking your eyes in fear. She was so frightening when she was mad; it was like she was a completely different person. Her eyes, which were usually warm, were staring at you pointedly. All of the muscles in her face clenched as she slightly grit her teeth. And, while you were actually scared, you were also getting incredibly turned on.

Alexia squished your face harder, slamming her other hand on the door. You felt the wood pressed behind you vibrate with the force. "Answer." She leaned in and aggressively bit the side of your neck, sinking her teeth into you.

You gasped loudly in shock. "Ahh, Alexia, that really hurts."

She ignored you. She moved her head back to stare you in the eyes before she wrapped her hand around your throat. "Tell me who makes you cum." She asked.

You gulped as you felt her hand tighten slowly. "I'm sorry, Alexia." You responded, feeling incredibly nervous and intimidated. "I'm sorry I lied. I was just joking. I just missed you so much and I was frustrated that you never contacted me and I just wanted to see you react to —"

You gagged as her hand suddenly got tighter. "I didn't ask for an explanation." She growled. "I asked who fucking makes you cum."

You gasped for air as her hand loosened a bit. "It's you, baby. It's just you." You croaked out.

"What did you just fucking call me?" She growled in your ear; you felt the familiar electric tingle in your spine as she breathed heavily against your ear. “You don’t get to fucking call me that when you’ve been such a brat.”

"Alexia," You moaned, correcting yourself. "It's you, Alexia. It's you who makes me cum. Only you make me cum, Alexia.."

You felt like a blubbering mess but Alexia seemed pleased because she let your throat go, and fondly touched your cheek instead with her thumb. You inhaled deeply before leaning towards her to kiss her but she moved away.

"Bad girls don't get kisses." Her mouth quirked up into a smirk. "Bad girls get on their knees instead and offer their mouth like a slut."

You looked down again and you were once again reminded of the strap poking against the front of her denim pants. You gulped but got on your knees and slowly unbuttoned her baggy jeans which revealed a harnessed strap-on above her Calvin Klein underwear.

You bit your lip. You gasped when Alexia grabbed a chunk of your hair and looked down on you. "Open your mouth." She said as she tilted your head back with her hand.

You opened your mouth, obediently. "Now, stick your tongue out, you fucking slut." She ordered in a low but firm voice.

You didn't let a second pass before you followed her instructions, opening your mouth wide and sticking your tongue out as far as it could go. She smiled at your obedience before leaning over and spitting in your mouth. You nearly moaned just from the action but before anything could escape your mouth, she slammed her hips against my throat and fucked your mouth with her silicone member.

She grunted and cursed as she watched you suck and gag on it. "That’s right. Suck like a good girl."

You moaned in response as you eagerly sucked on the strap as if your life depended on it. You were gagging a lot with Alexia’s force and your face was streaked with tears but you felt incredibly turned on by the sight and the feeling.

Alexia was gasping and groaning as the base of her strap pressed against her own clit, forming a dark pool on her grey underwear. You moaned at the combination of the sound of her guttural moans and the smell of her wetness. You could practically feel your core grow more and more moist by the second.

"Fucking suck harder, you fucking slut." Her voice sounded venomous with all the expletives she was hissing out. "You don't get to flirt with other bitches in front of me. I own you."

"Or do you just let any other bitch fuck you like this?" She grunted out, looking down at you. Alexia never went this rough with you before but she was starting to enjoy it, especially the sight of your tear-stained face and puffy lips wrapped around her strap. "Are you that much of a pathetic whore? You just let anyone fuck your throat like this?"

You shook your head, unable to speak as she was filling your mouth with the silicone. She moaned out as she pushed your head even further.

You felt tears sting your eyes as she thrusted in your throat with such vigor and roughness. For a moment, you felt like you were just a doll made to satisfy her lust and oddly, it made your core ache more for her.

Alexia tilted her head back, thrusting against your throat. The base of the strap was perfectly hitting against her clit. It felt satisfying knowing she was getting off of fucking your mouth with her strap even if that meant that your throat would be sore in the morning.

"That's right, cariño." She moaned out. "Take all of me.”

It didn't take long until Alexia moaned out. She pulled your head off of her, making a satisfying sound as it exited your mouth. You coughed and wiped the tears and saliva off of your face, clutching your throat as you started to feel the discomfort spread.

Before you could even do or say anything more, Alexia yanked you up immediately and pushed you towards the bed. You fell backwards on the bed, feeling your dress ride up on your body, pooling together near your hips which meant your underwear could be easily seen by the blonde gir.

You felt so exposed and vulnerable.

She took off her jacket and her shirt, revealing her Calvin Klein sports bra and her toned stomach glistening with sweat. You bit your lip as she walked closer to the bed. The dim light entering the windows from the street lights outside and the small night light in the corner of the room was accentuating every contour of her body.

"Strip. Now."

You frantically tried to remove your tight dress. It made it so difficult to remove as some of it clung to your sweaty skin. You felt unsexy wriggling out of it in bed. But, you also felt nervous, knowing Alexia wasn't always the patient type in bed.

"Hurry the fuck up." She groaned. You tried but she grew more frustrated. She took your dress and pulled it off your body roughly. You heard some seams rip as she did but you didn't give a fuck. You were more concerned about her impatience and how it was gonna affect you.

You were mostly bare in front of her, only wearing a pair of lacy black underwear which was now glistening with your translucent nectar.

She chuckled. "You really are a little slut." She said as she used a finger to graze your core, making you whimper. "Look how wet you got just from getting throatfucked by me. I haven't even touched you and your cunt is all drenched."

"Yes, Alexia." You moaned out as she pressed a finger against your clit.

"You really were talking your shit about how no one makes you cum while your cunt is quivering and soaking wet just from giving me a blowjob." Her fingers were so delicate against your core — a weird juxtaposition with the roughness of her words. "I wonder what everyone else would think if they heard you moaning out my name just after you lied out there. They'd think less of you... they'd think you're a dirty liar who loves to provoke just to get fucked. Isn't that right?"

You gulped and bit your lip as she gently moved her fingers up and down your opening, teasing you with the pad of her fingers.

You were broken out of a trance when her hand was squeezing your face again. "Answer me."

"Yes, yes, Alexia." You responded, almost out of breath. “I’m a liar.”

"And I don’t like liars. Right, cariño?" She let go of your face and backed away slowly.

Before you could respond, two fingers were thrust into your hole, roughly fucking you. You moaned out loudly as you felt Alexia's fingers rapidly move inside you with complete disregard of letting you adjust to her fingers. She leaned over to your breasts, sucking on them so roughly that it was almost painful.

"Alexia," You moaned out. "Please give me your strap. Alexia, please."

Alexia ignored you as she continued to fuck you with her fingers and suck on your torso, leaving you branded with bruises all over and glistening with a mixture of your sweat and her saliva.

"Alexia, please." You whimpered.

She groaned loudly before pulling her fingers out of you. You don't know how but she managed to get you off of the bed and pressed against the door again in a swift motion. This time, your front was pressed against the door — hands against the cold wood — with your butt sticking out.

She grunted out curt instructions for you to steady yourself against the door as she positioned herself behind you. She gripped your waist roughly with her long fingers as she rubbed your cunt with the length of her strap. You bit your lip, holding back your moans, too afraid that your proximity to the door would mean everyone out there would hear you, even with the music they were playing.

You grunted out when you felt her grab your hair and mutter in your ear. "You better not choke down those moans, cariño."

She let go of your hair before slamming the entire length of the strap inside you. You moaned out loudly, struggling to grip yoyr hands against the flat door.

"Baby, it hurts.” You winced as you felt her begin to thrust.

"Who said you can call me baby again?" She practically shouted it before raising her hand, landing it on your right ass. It made a loud sound, quickly followed by your loud cry of pain and pleasure.

"I’m sorry, Alexia." You responded. Alexia grabbed on to your waist again, thrusting her silicone dick in and out of you. You were feeling the pain in your core as the silicone stretched you but it was such an addictive pain. It felt so satisfying being filled by Alexia like this.

Alexia must have sensed how close you were to an orgasm because she picked up the pace. The base of the strap hitting your slick vagina which made a loud sound, accompanying your loud moans and Alexia's grunts.

"Alexia, don't stop. I'm so close. Please." You moaned out, hands and legs shaking.

"Don't cum until I tell you." Alexia's voice was strained as well. You knew the base of the strap was rubbing against her own clit too. "If you cum before I do, I will take you out of this room and fuck you in front of everyone else so they can see how much of a fucking, lying whore you really are."

You moaned at that statement, making it even harder for you to delay your orgasm. You felt your walls clench against the strap. Alexia picked up the speed even more, driving you into a frenzy. You were practically a blubbering mess — face pressed against the door and hands trying to cling on to the flat surface as a string of incoherent moans and words left your mouth.

"Alexia, please." You felt like you were going to collapse any moment soon, struggling to keep your clammy hands from slipping off of the door.

Alexia slammed her dick into you a couple times more before saying, "Cum."

You almost shouted in pleasure as you felt the orgasm ripple through your body, making your legs feel like jelly. You felt the warmth spread through you as you exclaimed her name another time as Alexia thrust a few more times to ride out her own orgasm.

You wanted to fall on the floor and just lay there but Alexia's grip on your hips remained firm that it was almost impossible for you to fall over. She put you upright again, one hand firmly on your hips and the other cupping your chest as she helped you up. She gently guided you back to bed.

You laid on your back, out of breathe as she crawled on top of you. "No one makes you cum right?" She teased.

You rolled your eyes to playfully smack her but she caught your hand smoothly and put it above your head. "I'm not done with you." Her serious face was back.

Your eyes widened. You felt like your body would give up on you if you werefucked again but that didn't seem to stop Alexia.

Her hand found its way to your cunt. You felt her thumb and index finger gently fiddle with your clit before pressing roughly, then pinching it.

"Alexia!" You yelped, instinctively pushing on her shoulders a bit

She let go of your clit and began roughly rubbing instead. You put your arms around her shoulders, holding her closer as she rubbed your core. She moved closer to yoy before kissing and sucking on your neck, leaving more bruises for you to worry about the next morning.

"Oh, Ale, that feels so good." You said in a hum of pleasure as your eyes fluttered shut.

Alexia managed to push the hood off of your clit and began gently rubbing and flicking against the tiny, sensitive part of it, overstimulating you. You moaned out again and tightened your hold of her.

"Who makes you cum?" She asked in your ear.

"You."

"Say my name." She ordered before sinking her teeth on your collarbone and sinking her two fingers back into your vagina.

You gasped before you shouted. "Alexia! Alexia! It's you, Alexia!"

She continued to kiss your neck as she fucked you with her fingers and rubbed your clit with her thumb.

"Alexia, I'm close! I'm so close!" You moaned out as she pumped in and out. "Alexia! Please!"

"Cum for me, cariño." She whispered so gently and as she did, you shouted out her name as you held on to her, experiencing the most intense orgasm of your life.

She chuckled. "Hmm, I don't think you've squirted this much before."

Yoy blinked a bit before sitting up to see that Lucy's bed was completely drenched. You felt your face become red as you realized the mess you two have made.

Alexia was smiling, satisfied at her work. You pouted your lips as you looked at her. "Baby, can I have kisses now?"

She leaned close to your face again. "Only if my princess promises she's going to be a good girl from now on."

"Yes, Alexia." You said, pouting your lips as you looked into your eyes. You gave her an irresistible wide-eyed innocent look — the kind you knew she could never resist.

She smirked before she leaned in and captured your lips in a kiss. You grabbed on to the back of her neck to deepen the kiss but just a while after, she pulled away. "Why don't I take you back to my place and then you can let my neighbors hearyour pretty little moans too?"

You chuckled. "Okay, Alexia."

You got up from the bed, and got dressed with Alexia. She apologized for ruining your dress but she didn't really look sorry for it. She actually looked proud and smug. You straightened up your appearance as much as you could before Alexia and you stepped out of the room.

To your shock, a few people from the group earlier were hovering near the bedroom door with mixed expressions of horror and amusement. They tried to not make it obvious that they heard you get absolutely wrecked by Alexia.

“Damn,” Patri shook her head as she turned to Mapi. “I want whatever those two are having.”

a/n: i barely edited this and proofread it once. i might have fucked up with some pronouns and would appreciate if anyone dms me to correct hehe. anyway, i hope you guys liked it esp since this is more intense and rougher than everything i’ve ever written before. tags: @micaluvssoccer @buzzinrusso @hermen0404 @mrcat77 @oh-thats-cute @iamagoddess1 @noone-find-me @zairaaaa @vlt4845 @oakwave @sam23114 @louxbloom @ppx004 @serynsworld @oohtobeagooner @daylightisa @xxforeverinadayxx @itsandreaca @liagracexx @julesthegreatsimp p @mysticfalls01 @maddiewrites11 @besitosakusa @alexiputellas-protector @wosoloverthings @alexiaswiftie @katycat0811 @femmefataledotcom @footygirl114 @baddestbittyontheblock @wosolipa @mpileons @girlmineis @a-pute11as @hella-hecka-gay @alexiaputellasera a + more but i couldnt tag u all aaa

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r3starttt · 10 months ago

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DOMESTIC! ABBY

CW: modern au. fluff. not proofread.

ꔫ domestic abby who always sets her alarm before you so she can make you the most delicious breakfast

ꔫ domestic abby who always asks to stay five more minutes with you in bed, just cuddling. Your hands brushing her hair, either undoing her braid or burhsing it to untangle it.

ꔫ domestic abby who always gives 'good morning kisses' on your temple

ꔫ domestic abby who always wakes up with the sleepiest face ever, all chubby and confused(? Yeah, that one

ꔫ domestic abby who drives you everywhere and goes outside for you if you're not in the mood but need to get something done or buy something

ꔫ domestic abby who makes sure to give you the most breath taking kiss before you leave to work

ꔫ domestic abby who never leaves you alone if you work from home?!?!?!

ꔫ domestic abby who hooks her chin in the crook of your neck and then puts her arms around you to beg you to take a break because you've been working all day nonstop and it's not good for you

ꔫ domestic abby who begs you to sleep when she picks you up from work. Swearing she'd hear anything you need to say once you're home because she needs you to rest

ꔫ domestic abby who hates seeing your stressed face even while you're sleeping and has internal wars with herself on what to do to make that disappear

ꔫ domestic abby who always makes sure you eat and sleep and rest. Sending you messages whenever you're at work, calling you if you have time.

ꔫ domestic abby who always makes sure the house is clean and tidy so you have to do nothing but work (she still thinks you do so much more than her)

ꔫ domestic abby who doesn't go to bed without you, who doesn't take naps if you don't, who doesn't eat if you don't. She absolutely adores taking care of you and be part of your wellbeing :(

ꔫ domestic abby who religiously has to rest on Sundays. Who makes sure there's always a show you'd like to watch and never ever peeks at the plot or the chapters or anything if she's not with you even when she's dying to get the minimum spoiler (hates not knowing wtf comes next)

ꔫ domestic abby who feels super extremely ridiculously tired after eating and sometimes begs you to take a longer break just to take the smallest nap with her.

ꔫ domestic abby who loves just cuddling and hearing you ramble and talk nonstop about anything (she always pays attention and remembers all details)

ꔫ domestic abby who adores resting her head on your stomach to let you brush her hair (loves more than anything scalp massages)

ꔫ domestic abby who love languages are acts of service and physical contact ofc

ꔫ domestic abby who feels so ashamed whenever you spoil her bcs wtf why would you do that if she does nothing at all and you do everything(??!?!?!?!?!

ꔫ domestic abby who always takes pictures of you working or walking towards the car after a looong day. Who's camera is full of pics of u and stuff related to u

ꔫ domestic abby who loves just staying in pijama all day

ꔫ domestic abby who secretly gets baby fever very very very often

ꔫ domestic abby who always talks about you, who always goes to the supermarket thinking 'what does the wife need?'

ꔫ domestic abby who always brings u snacks whenever she goes out (loves food with her soul that's a fact)

#( 𓍼𓈀A𝕽𝐂𝐇𝖎V𝕰 ⨟ 𓍯 abby )#LOOSING MY MIND I NEED HER SO BAAAD #abby anderson x reader #abby x reader #abby x fem!reader #abby x you #abby x y/n #abby x black reader #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x black reader #abby anderson fluff #abby fluff

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in which a big fight between you and Yoongi nearly results in Jungkook's death

husband!yoongi x f!reader + jungkook (?)

warnings: angst, topic of cheating, physical violence (1%), paranoid/depressed state, Yoongi's pov 65%, intense jealousy

author's note: i was lying in bed at three am and wanted drama, and also i want a house so i am manifesting

word count: 5659

music: my spring playlist

Uh, the house. In every room, there was a breath of you. Sweet sea air knew it was always welcome into the ajar kitchen window where bright blue curtains flapped in applause to it. You've been busy decorating the house for the last year and a half, which was two years after the wedding, which was two years after you met Yoongi. That's how much time you've been together. And almost for each memory, you found something to put into this house. The dream catcher you'd bought at the market in Seoul the week after you met, the carpet you nearly killed each other over: it was too tigery, too orange to Yoongi's taste. It literally depicted a tiger crawling through the jungle, in the medieval stylistic: ugly cat with a silly flat face and bulging eyes. He found it too out of place, just like he sometimes found you. But he came to be somewhat used to it, whereas he loved you. You just liked bright things. Sea green pine branches were peeking into the living room window where the blue round coffee table with thick feet always held some kind of a vase, or a statuette. Greneery on the walls. Cacti, similar to the ones you almost landed your butt on, in a botanic garden, when Yoongi accidentally pushed you in the crowd. Basically, it would be more frank to say that a lot of things in the house reminded you of your time together.

Which was already going on solid.

And yet, sometimes you fought. The dark green book case shuddered as you rushed past it and painfully bumped your shoulder into it. There was a Turkish vase on top, which you found in a second-hand store, which turned out to be an Edip Çini's work, a relatively famous ceramic master, whose little piece of art ended up in a store in Osaka. Now it dangerously swayed but stayed in place. Yoongi constantly scolded you benevolently, like an old man, for putting unstable pieces on tops of shelves, that always swayed, because you always bumped into said shelves. As you ran into the bedroom, your mind registered the sound of it moving somewhere in the tenth layer of your consciousness. Your focus was on your husband and the poison your brain was producing under the guise of chemicals that fed the toxic part of you. The thought of him constantly surrounded by girls, and his stupid moon face with black compassionless eyes, when you spoke about your concerns.

"You keep pushing it. It's not normal", he says in his unbothered voice which he had specifically crafted to deal with your tantrums. He never calls them tantrums, but you notice that for Yoongi, some of your outbursts are too much of a disruption, with all his collected quiet in which he resides.

"You just don't pay attention to it anymore", you press, "because you're constantly surrounded by people, and so when she puts her hand on your shoulder, you just don't see it as anything..."

He doesn't even let you finish, rolling his eyes, straightening his back painfully and putting his hands on it for support. The pregnant woman pose he usually strikes when he's observing. Yoongi is halfway through gathering the laundry for the basket, cosy, homely, in an old shirt and loose sweatpants, hair unmade, all over his face. And now he looks like you're dragging him by the hook plunged in his chin, and right into the sea. And all he has energy for, is objecting at half volume.

"And what? And what?" his voice is low, challenging. "You think she will make me subconsciously sleep with her? Or that I will sleep with her and won't notice?"

This tone always gaslights you into shutting up. Look how stupid your arguments are. The thing he doesn't get is, sometimes even his favorite girl feels insecure. He works with the most beautiful women in South Korea and just lazily expects you to never, ever compare yourself to them, even when they collectively hug him for a photoshoot in the studio, showing him their undying gratitude by pressing into his body, their silky expensive hair brushing against his face, their sweet, four hundred euro perfume enveloping him, getting him drunk. He spoke particularly sweetly of one singer with whom he worked the most lately; Seo Yun this, Seo Yun that, Seo Yun came over to redo the second verse, Seo Yun brought my favorite cheese, should I buy her her favorite alcohol for her birthday-

You tried to generally stay level-headed, but everything has a limit, and it wasn't just his friendship with one girl; it was the massive weight of the media speculation, leaked photos and his refusal to acknowledge and speak about your 'silly delusional concerns': from his high horse, he always nudged you to stop this nonsense and never bring it up again. How could you even think! That he would look at anybody else. When he loves you so much. None of this matters when the mind starts spiraling.

"You know", he raises a finger, getting into it finally, tasting the blood, accepting the rotten offer you're extending, that being, toxicity.

"You know, you should be grateful. Everybody I know cheats on their spouses, and I don't. I shouldn't be listening to this every other month".

Your jaw drops in disbelief. There are several ways of handling it, and he is choosing violence.

"Are you hearing yourself?" you demand.

"Yes, are you hearing me?" his hands throw the sheets on the floor with force and he grounds himself, putting one palm into his hair. Finally you see what you've been trying to squeeze out of him: the living animosity in his eyes, as he says,

"It's the culture. Don't you know? I could sleep around, too, I have options".

Before your brain weighs the audio input, the audacity of it makes your arm fly up, and you land your open palm onto his beautiful face. The way it doesn't change expression is very attractive. Only his hair moves a little, a strand of black covering his left eye, a cruel smirk curling his lips. You're about to start squealing with rage, but in a moment, Yoongi's hand grabs your chin as he pushes you against the wardrobe. He is still holding back, his fingers do not hurt you, he just needs to release the shock of what just happened.

Yet you still try to talk; he needs to hear that this take is absolutely insane; it's the modernity you're living in. If you don't love someone, then go on and cheat, but never return after. Yoongi's sculpted cheekbones gradually leading to his still passionless eyes, shark stare that he exercises on you, let you know he doesn't really care about your morality.

"You do the laundry", he says quietly, then finally allows himself to get angry and storms out of the bedroom, shutting the door. You clench your fists, looking at the pile of clothes at your feet, at the big unmade bed which you hop on occasionally throughout the day; your hand burns with the sensation of his cheek, because the slap was impressive. The truth is, you needed to do it at least once in a lifetime just to know what it feels like. You wished he was the bigger man and just fuck the argument over right now, but that's not what Yoongi is. He retreats from a fight because on the inside he is a raging sea, and he doesn't want it to spill out on you.

But maybe today you do.

So you step out of the room and walk into the living space, already feeling Yoongi's back tense, you know he hates it when you keep picking on him like this, like poking the same cut again and again. The flash of his disgruntled face, left cheek red, you can even see the impression of your fingers. A hit is just another version of a kiss. It's hard to explain, sometimes you want to physically fight him just to be closer. He did know that you had unresolved issues when he put a ring on it. He brought it all on himself.

Yoongi looks tired, and jaded at the same time, like he won. Just leave me alone, his posture says, as he sits down on the couch, phone in his hands, doubtlessly to tease you and make you ask yourself whom he's texting.

"Please, just let it go", he moans like a child.

"You have options then?"

Yoongi sighs morosely, pressing his lips together. You feel your face burn a little like you're the one who's gotten slapped, as you say,

"If it's the culture, then I can go on and, sleep with Jungkook, right?"

The silence that suddenly installs itself in the house is cemetery-like. You found the spot. As Yoongi slowly raises his eyes to you, you continue, while ignoring the glaring warning,

"You see how hypocritical this is? How do you feel about it? Everybody has options, Yoongi".

For a second Yoongi is a fine specimen for a museum as all skeletal structure in his face and neck is visible. He tenses up like a tiger readying for a jump. The flat tiger's head pressed under his foot like he had killed it.

"I am leaving", he says lowly. He managed to contain it again, and it pisses you off.

"No, you're not".

"Yes, I am", he says louder.

"Why you gotta escape this every time? Speak to me", you demand. And Yoongi snaps. He jumps up from the couch and aims for the thick-footed round blue coffee table, lifting it up with one hand, with no regard to a vase with fresh flowers resting. With a loud bash he strikes the opposite wall, a throw impressive like he should be considering a baseball career. The table crashes into it very close to the TV, leaving a weird mark and breaking into three parts. One foot jumps away and lands near him. You're impressed, a little scared, and feel that this should be very cathartic.

"The fucking nerve of you!" he finally yells, and it sounds great. As Yoongi measures the living room with his steps, he approaches you and grabs you by the shoulder.

"You're eviscerating me and scold me for not wanting to listen to it? How dare you", his face crunches so sweetly, he is so beautiful. His crafted appearance is manufactured for everything. How could you even think he'd never get a taste of his liberating beauty. You get scared. Yoongi thinks your expression of fear is due to his outburst and the firm grab he holds on your shoulder. Shoulder, not forearm; even now he is holding back, his fingers digging into the less sensitive area where muscle produces no pain. He steps back, not understanding that you're scared of losing him. And, like any other woman, this fear manifests in further argument.

"You're saying things you know will hurt me!" you scream, and Yoongi closes his eyes, lashes trembling, sleepy. You continue to follow him even when he rushes for the door, throws his shoes on, grabs the keys from the shelf. You just can't shut up. You follow him like an annoying little dog into the yard, bare footed, the soft evening grass obediently bending under you.

"Don't run away! You always do that!" you yell while Yoongi jerks the car door open.

"You are selfish!" he barks. You watch him get into the car and start it. You want to have pushed him even further, so that he'd fight you, and then stay. Now he's slipping through your fingers, and it's your fault, for not being able to explain better.

Yoongi looks into the rearview mirror and his own eyes reply to him with disbelief. Y/N's voice drills into his eardrums like a scalpel. She could've chosen his best friend. His colleagues, the bodyguard who always flirts with her. But no, she goes for Jungkook.

The second Yoongi in the mirror stares him down. Even his eyes know. Of course. Jungkook is not to her, what he is, to Yoongi. He is not the little, big-nosed boy he used to know. Not the mama's boy that he cradled at the worst times, not the boy he helped raise. Jungkook is fucking handsome. He doesn't have a face of a pan and a body of a mouse, Yoongi thinks. Thoughs interlock in his brain. She knew exactly how to hurt him fine, and now, all kinds of questions slowly bore holes in his skull. Why him though? Yoongi feels panic coming and turns his head to look at sea always accompanying him on this island. They had never fought on Jeju before. It's a happy place; it's the house that he bought for her, so that, when he is overwhelmed by the capital, he can escape, to her. The only place he never gets tired of, this house, where she bumps into things and curses corners. It felt wrong. He suddenly remembers the pile of laundry he had abandoned in the bedroom. Thinks of the flowers he destroyed together with the table. She loves this table. Yoongi swallows hard, realizing that he keeps stalling not to think about the creeping suspicion, poisonous, like rosary peas. Why. Did. She say Jungkook? Are they already sleeping together? He feels his Adam's apple slide furiously up and down in his throat like he's choking. He knows, probably not. Jungkook would never do that. Accomodating imagination pushes all the fuckboyish behavior of maknae on him immediately; how flirty the youngest is; how ready he is always to see Y/N. Jungkook and her, they are great friends. Constantly giggling when they're together.

Once Yoongi heard them discuss the laundry (why is this day revolving around the dirty sheets?) when the members were visiting their quiet shelter on Jeju.

He was folding the clean ones, while Jungkook was helping his wife load the washing machines. Everything was funny to them two.

"I become stupid when I'm with you", she complained, giggling. Yoongi smiled then. His disposition was very different on that day, of course. He had no reason not to love them both carelessly.

He listened to them shuffling in the room, at peace. Then Y/N gasped comically.

"No, don't lick it!" Jungkook cried desperately, and they erupted in laughter again. Yoongi couldn't help but shove his head into the room with a silent question, only to find them snickering.

"She was about to eat the detergent off of her finger", maknae explained. Y/N shrugged.

"It's a habit already".

Yoongi stayed in a hotel for a night. Not too far away from home; he decided to leave for Seoul the next day. Had promised to stay with her a bit longer, but now obviously they didn't want to see each other, he was sure.

As he dropped the keys on the night stand in his room, he kept thinking about all of this. He suddenly felt very tired.

You couldn't sleep in bed out of anxiety, so, after cleaning up the living room and then dealing with the laundry, collapsed on the couch listening to a Youtube video. In the morning, the sound of Yoongi's steps woke you up and you sat up, curled in the blanket you'd knitted years ago. Also green, all green. Pure white of his face was moving across the rooms, gathering his stuff. He didn't need to say anything, you could read his mind, he wanted to leave and get to work sooner. You chewed on your cheek, still half-asleep, a silent spectator, while Yoongi changed his clothes. You looked at his wide back, and a question lingered in your mind, so bright-magenta that it hurt your temples. You were paralyzed, no impulse to fight anymore, just cold.

Yoongi methodically packed his bag and slowed down at the book case in the living room, observing the space, his eyes soft.

"I didn't sleep with anyone", he said, and you felt grateful for not having to say anything. A new day began, and he was merciful again, gentle. His puffy moon face turned to you again, and he sighed:

"Did you manage to fix the table?"

You shook your head.

"One foot broke off and the screw stayed inside the wood".

"I can try to repair it", he offered.

"No, I don't need it", you replied tenderly. "It's okay, it's gone".

Like his fury. His face bore no sign of your punch yesterday, and he nodded.

"I'm going to Seoul. I want to start sampling, uh..." he suddenly looked very unsure, young and innocent.

"Seo Yun is ready to record".

"Okay", you agreed readily, "I'll see you at the birthday then".

Uneasy 'yeah' as if he wasn't sure. You watched him go again, feeling the venom enter your heart. Sometimes you liked to suffer. Everybody likes to suffer sometimes. It's just the lack of general drama, when your husband is such a green flag that, if he stood to the wall in the kitchen, you'd lose the sight of him.

Yoongi only knew about what his presence did to you; that you feel the most peaceful when he's at your side. He was blissfully unaware of what his absence made you become.

Every time you fought even a little and didn't manage to make it up before he left, due to his habit of just retreating instead of saying things he'd regret, you would suffer immensely. What he didn't understand was, you'd prefer him to say something, hurt you, but then make up, rather than leave you hanging silently, like a dead spider in a forgotten closet.

You barely managed a day, engulfed in his last words. This Seo Yun again. The thoughts went into a tailspin disregarding any reality. In the back of your mind you knew Yoongi wasn't cheating on you, would not, and didn't want to. That was the back of your mind, the rational part that was choking on fresh blood of your worry.

You collapsed by nine in the evening because Yoongi didn't even text to let you know he landed okay and went to the apartment in Seoul. For all you knew, he could head straight for the studio, tired and unshowered after the night god knows where, after the plane, to complain to his favorite singer about his hysterical wife.

You sat on the empty bed where just yesterday morning, you were curling like a cat in Yoongi's warm arms, listening to his chest, holding on to his shoulder as you both watched the black pines filtering the sunlight in between the needles. His warm breath on the top of your head and fingers, drumming a tune on your ribs.

Now, you held up your phone, thinking about who could keep a secret for you. Without any second thought, without any malice, and guided solely by sincere trust you had in him, you called Jungkook.

The boy's voice was always joyful when he picked up. If he didn't, then he simply didn't. But every time you heard Jungkook on the phone, he sounded happy, bubbly, sometimes unbearably zesty.

"Noona-a!" he exclaimed. Music in the background was muffled. You could always clearly see his face when you spoke to him, knew the expressions he made, and how he showed his teeth with delight as he laughed.

"All good?" he clarified, upon hearing no response. You broke down a little.

"We had a fight", you whined into the phone.

"O-o-h", Jungkook really liked his vowels, "about what? Tell him I'll slap him!"

"I already did, I slapped him yesterday".

Jungkook gasped, clearly he never meant to actually do what he said. To him, it was unthinkable, and not only because he was younger.

"What happened? Are you crying?"

You squeezed your face with your left hand and observed your empty bedroom.

"Jungkook, I need a favor, but you can't let Yoongi know, it has to be a total secret".

"O-okay", he replied hesitantly, a bit frightened.

"I need you to..." you sighed, devastated that you're about to say it out loud, "it's gonna sound crazy, but I don't care, if I'm going crazy it doesn't matter, but I just need to know".

Jungkook made a sound like he choked on a jellyfish.

"You need to find out if Yoongi is cheating on me".

"Wha-a-at?" he yelled. Your mind painted an excrutiatingly clear picture: his mouth, oval, his eyes, completely round, dark pupils staring into you.

"Is he cheating on you? Why would he do that? Yoongi-hyung would never do that", he started like a speed bycicle, "no, I don't think, he's the last person to do that, Y/N. No, I don't believe it".

"Ask him".

"Ask him?" he panicked, "how?"

"And keep it low-key", you begged.

"But I don't know how I can bring this up just like that".

"You start training tomorrow, don't you?" you offered. Jungkook seemed unsure.

"Yes, but Yoongi was going to come on Thursday, and now it's Monday. Or has he left?" he gasped.

"Yes, he flew to Seoul to start working on that fucking song with Seo Yun", the regret of not handling yourself better boiled in your throat.

"You think it's Seo Yun?" Jungkook whispered, like a kid. He was so taken aback it seemed the only structure his brain could produce was questions.

"I don't know", the tears made your lips very dry and you moisturized them with you salty tongue.

"I don't know anything".

Jungkook sighed deeply and somewhat professionally.

"I'm on it", he finally replied, "but I can assure you he's not sleeping with anyone. But you, of course. Or like, I don't know. You know what I mean".

You nodded into the void. Now that you released a little bit of anxiety, you started feeling guilty for the way you 'eviscerated Yoongi'. You always get this feeling after a fight and it's because you're always the only one trying. Yoongi, he's never bothered by anything, he never has complaints or worries. You're always the one stirring the pot.

"I just don't get how I can start a conversation about it", Jungkook complained.

"You're a talented person, Jungkook", you managed a small smile, "you'll find a way".

You see his funny baby face with your eyes closed. It's comforting, imagining him, sitting dumbfounded in his purple room with the colorful dots crawling up the walls from the cosmic lamp, with this silly expression, lip piercing poking out. It's comforting, because when you think of Yoongi, the longing is so strong that it hurts your ribs.

His eyes are locked on the boy. Yoongi sits with his mouth slightly agape, hand hovering over the keyboard which is dying slowly with pale green light. The laptop knows it has lost the master for now. Yoongi feels his eyelids getting heavy as worms reign in his head and his ribcage. Jungkook is laughing on the phone, pacing along the wall of the studio, effortlessly impressive. From time to time he lifts his head and looks at himself in the huge mirror, and throws a small dance move. Jungkook at his natural. Yoongi is trying to imagine him with Y/N and he hates himself for being able to. It's the expression on her face when she said it. Why did it look so resolved. Like she was dead set on something, and she wasn't really asking a question. I can go on and sleep with Jungkook. The hole that opens up in his lung is sucking in all the liquid from his stomach and he starts choking silently. It's like when the ground you're standing on, starts crumbling down. He studies the smile on Jungkook's face. Does he smile like this at his wife? He usually does, and she smiles back. Yoongi doesn't catch the irony of it all when he accepts the call from Seo Yun, without taking his eyes off of maknae. Jungkook, in turn, finishes his call, and Yoongi continues watching him. The boy's smile fades and they exchange glances. Obliviously, Yoongi calls his singer's name.

The practice is another happy place: the years of training taught them to clear their heads off things even when their relatives are sick. If there's no immediate need to be somewhere and save a life, or a relationship, they can all switch off and practice together, the world can wait. It's a good discharge, the way the body tires after seven hours of intense movement. Yoongi does well even after a month's break, and gets a lot of taps on his shoulder. Jungkook must feel uneasy, seeing how Yoongi stares him down all day long, but he manages to hide it well. In fact, the years of training actually taught Yoongi to layer his brain and think about the sequence and about what's bothering him at the same time. All day long, he's watching the maknae's movements, trying to see him in his new position of a traitor. Trying to see him as a man who gets girls, and others' wives, and he knows it's completely delusional. There are two types of people: good and bad, and Y/N is good. She is sometimes insane, she is spoilt (something Yoongi understands is his own fault), loud, hovering, too anxious and restless, but she's not rotten. She doesn't hate him enough to stab him and twist the knife in his guts. Sleeping with Jungkook Argentinian drama style is too out there, it belongs in pulp fiction.

"Suga, spacing out again", Jimin called, his light slap on the shoulder bringing him back to reality. Namjoon turned his head towards him like a crane and looked deep, the way Yoongi always hated. It was so intimate, uh, he could feel RM's tentacles unceremoniously touching his brains.

"They had a fight with Y/N", said Jungkook, jumping in one place to squeeze out the last drops of energy after the dance. He swung his arms. Yoongi's nostrils went so hot that for a second he couldn't breathe.

"Huh?" was all he could utter. The audacity of this boy, to reply with nonchalance,

"She told me".

Taehyung hummed something.

"You're still going to my birthday, right?" Jimin asked, scared. Yoongi clenched his teeth together, locking the tip oh his tongue inside. He knew his face didn't really express anything because he mastered it well. Jungkook was moving his, too readable, naive guy, biting his lower lip as if waiting for him to clarify.

"Let's go eat", Jin moaned, "I am hungry".

Namjoon gingerly looked at him, sitting on the floor and pulling the toes of his left foot.

"Yeah, let's go eat", the leader confirmed.

"You're not gonna order?" Hoseok's eyes widened as he tried to push the menu into Yoongi's face.

"I'm not hungry".

"You can't be not hungry", Jin shook his head authoritatively, "we've been working our asses off all day".

"I don't have appetite", Yoongi growled quietly.

"What was the fight about?" Namjoon asked. The only one who could actually listen when his stomach was empty. He acted non-invasively, not to scare the usually unwilling Yoongi away. Yoongi kept looking through the table, seeing the blurry Jungkook on the side, stuffing his mouth with pork. Maknae nodded into the table hoping that his call for communication lands somewhere.

"I hate it when they fight, right?"

Hoseok nearly punched him, or at least he looked like he wanted to, for dragging the others into this. Taehyung was quietly drinking his coffee. Jimin gently extended his frown:

"I hope you make it up. You always do, it's going to be okay".

Jungkook was eating loudly, as usual, slapping his mouth and moaning with pleasure. Whereas Jin did it with no sound whatsoever, although more food could fit in between his jaws. Yoongi blinked several times, trying to shake off the sleepy liquid of fever. He tried not to think of consequences of what he's fearing. Rather, he preferred to mull over the way he'd retaliate. What can he do? Seo Yun? He didn't like her like that, at all. She wasn't his type, really. Nobody else was, and he wasn't the type of person to cheat out of spite, in revenge. There was a lot of mercy and love in him, and he was balancing on the edge of his paranoid thoughts. Crazy how he managed to run himself almost to lunacy in just thirty-six hours. His eyes were resting on Jungkook again as a pacifying sigh left his dry lips. The thought of food was good, actually. He almost reached the menu, eyeing soups, when Jungkook managed to completely tip off his very fragile balance:

"It's insane how, I'm not talking here, but, like", then Jungkook stopped, took a breath, like he was reciting a poem he memorized very badly, "when couples argue they go on and cheat on each other, you know?"

The table fell quiet. Namjoon's jaded eyes drilled maknae into place, and Jungkook caught his tongue for a minute. Then he seemingly pushed himself in an unimaginable effort, and turned to Yoongi:

"You're not doing anything like that, are you?"

Yoongi saw red. The space around him started pulsating, twelve faces around the table. Jin started choking on his food; usually he did it for comedy, when cameras were on; now it was annoying.

"Jungkook", Jimin meowed, and the sound of his name being sung even remotely with love made Yoongi imagine burying his fist into maknae's face. Oh yes he does love him. He loves Jungkook to death but if he's doing it to Y/N, Yoongi refuses to be a human anymore.

He assesses Jungkook's grown frame. He is at least a size bigger than Yoongi, and if he tries to grab him by the throat, Yoongi will be the one hanging in the air. So maybe he should go for the knife. Then he can kill himself. This is the day when Yoongi finds out he still harbours a lot of unnecessary pride inside, the black kind which makes people make tragic, idiotic mistakes. Maybe he should have been a little more gentle with Y/N and her constant, purely girly worrying.

Taehyung keeps hitting Jin on the back to save his life while Jin goes red in the face. Namjoon opens his mouth to de-electrify the situation but for some reason can't utter a word. Hoseok keeps holding his chopstick with noodles hanging down like dead hair, in limbo, with horror in his eyes. Jimin is staring at Yoongi with a silent entreaty.

"Are you fucking my wife?" Yoongi asks.

Jungkook gulps once, stopping halfway, and his hand flies up as his jaw falls down.

"I- what?"

He has no time for this comedy anymore. Yoongi's fist bangs on the table so hard that all the detached objects clank in unison.

"Are-you-fucking my wife?"

Jungkook's face immediately tells him something is off, and the black-red cloud starts sliding away.

"Me? Uh, no! ME? The-" Jungkook can't even grasp the concept. His face of indignation, terror and betrayal tells him everything.

"Y/N? No, me? She's one of my closest friends, why would I-" he extends his hand towards Yoongi as of begging him, "you two... why would you even think about it?! She called me asking me to find out if you're fucking Seo Yun!"

Jungkook licks his lips quickly, bracing for the storm. But Taehyung masterfully diffuses the whole thing from his shaded corner of the table. His deep voice soothing:

"Oh, I see. We have a classic case of two idiots failing to communicate".

Jimin gives out a sigh of relief and Jin moans so loudly that people who just stopped staring after Yoongi hit the table, look again.

Yoongi hides his face in his hands, relief so strong that he feels like fainting. He takes several huge breaths and his brain finally clicks back to normal so that he can think for once. Namjoon still watches him with some hidden question, and Yoongi replies, only to him, quietly,

"No, I am not".

He gets up from the table, leaving everybody distressed and Jungkook, distraught to the point of almost vomiting. The poor boy keeps looking at each member with nagging: you know I am innocent, right? You know, right?

Yoongi follows the narrow path among the tables and leaves the restaurant to breathe the dirty night air. The black sky is up there and far away, whereas on Jeju it's close and full of stars. He likes the idea of Y/N seeing stars and bathing in comfort of their unmoving light. He calls her.

She picks up almost right away.

"I almost stabbed maknae just now", Yoongi delivers calmly.

"Why would you?" she yelps.

There it is, going from 0 to a 100 in a second. Worried about her baby.

Yoongi ignores her question and says,

"I never cheated on you. Never wanted to do so. And I don't think I ever will. One woman is straining me enough, and..." he sighs, marvelling at how easy it is to finally breathe, "there's just, not anyone I love as much".

Y/N is quiet, and he can hear the sounds of his happy home: her breathing, the distant sound of sea - he's probably imagining it - the creaking of one floorboard at the kitchen entrance. He knows she's standing there, looking at the night wind slithering inside.

"I'm sorry I slapped you".

"It didn't hurt at all".

Seoul is getting loud around him because it is trying to attract his attention.

"Can you come? Tomorrow?"

"Yes".

"I'll buy the ticket. Please don't forget Jimin's present this time".

"I already packed it", her voice is melodic and close. Yoongi feels like he just recovered from a wound. He puts out his hand and looks at it against the street, imagining your fingers resting inside his palm.

He returns to their table in a minute to six pairs of tentative eyes. They are all silent, eating, acting normal. Only Jungkook crooks his neck, looking up, expecting him to say something. The person Jungkook is used to calling hyung bows down and puts his arm around his shoulders from behind, places a careful and quick kiss onto his temple:

“I am sorry”.

Jungkook deflates and crashes down onto his chair, a relaxed smile on his face.

#bts imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi imagine #jungkook imagine #jk is literally my baby

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captainquake42 · 4 months ago

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> ♡ °. INKED UP

♡ part two

☆ kwon jae sung x fem!reader

> summery:

it’s the first round of the tournament and to no one's surprise miyagi do’s first opponents are cobra kai. unfortunately for kwon that meant trying not to get distracted by you fighting his teammates in what was basically a capture the flag game, only instead of a flag the goal was throwing the captains to the mat.

OR kwon should have no problem staying focused and yet here he was.

> notes + warnings:

anybody else a d1 yapper?

the middle pic is the tat she got ( at least that's what I had in mind) in part one // part three if you'd like :)

Google translate was used for the korean and likey wrong (sorry bout that)

also posted on my ao3

> 1.5k written by:

S A R A H

Kwon had a problem. A shooker to everyone but him.

It was just his luck to make captain of his team at the most feared karate tournament in the world and still fuck up as soon as he got there.

It didn’t seem to matter that he had only just barely had time to touch his toes to the mat before he was unable to keep a clear goal in his mind. He was supposed to be thinking of nothing but his goals and how to achieve it. But instead he couldn’t stop thinking of you. Your voice, how you said his name, your hair, your tattoo he went with you to get last night. It was embarrassing. No, scratch that—it was humiliating. He’d only meant you last night! The sheer audacity of you being this distracting was going to make him lose his mind. He was so spacey that Yoon, of all people, called him out on it.

All the weeks of training leading up to this, the grueling late nights, and the blood, sweat, and tears he'd put into this moment—gone. Wiped clean from his brain like it was never there because of you. Like you were playing a game with his head and hit reset instead of continue.

When he forced himself on your little trip, he honestly didn’t plan on doing anything but make sure you got there and back safe. He had no idea that you were a yapper. And he doesn’t mean that like you just make conversation, but more that you were allergic to silence. Kwon heard more words from you in two hours than he’d ever heard from his own siblings. You told him, unprompted(!), about how you were a 3x wrestling state champ going for a fourth this year, that you hated curling your hair but liked the end product, how you couldn’t braid your own hair but everyone else was easy, that you’d only done karate for two years, and so on hardly stopping to breathe. It was a wonder that had him half-wondering how on earth you hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen.

“ Ibwa! Byeongsin daejang, jibjung jom haebwa? (Hey, Captain asshole, maybe focus?)” Yoon snapped at him, dodging a flying kick from one of your teammates, the one with a mohawk, before kicking him off the mat.

“ Dagchyeo, Yoon. Na jibjunghago iss-eo. (Shut up, Yoon. I am focused.)” He grunted jumping into a flying kick, taking out one of your teammates with a satisfying thud.

“ Amado geunyeoege jibjunghaess-eul geoya, ( Focused on her, maybe),” Yoon shot back, and Kwon considered the pros and cons of “accidentally” taking down his own teammate.

Pro: Yoon wouldn't be able to talk to him for at least two minutes.

Con(s): he’d be mad when this was done and Kwon’s team would be down a number for the round.

Probably not worth it.

In the corner of his eye he watched you grab Hana’s, his teammate’s, foot before her kick could find it’s mark. You shoved her foot up above her head throwing her off balance and getting in close, you hooked her ankle with your own to rip it out from underneath of her forcing her to fall, and taking her out quickly. Which makes that 3 of his teammates out, and 2 of your’s.

Which left your twin brother the male captain to him, Yoon and your curly haired teammate, Tory and the female captain, with you trading opponents going back and forth between Yoon and Tory, opening weak spots for your mates to take advantage of.

Robby, if he remembered right, grabbed his leg, so Kwon twisted midair, using his pivot and jumping foot in a spin kick that forced him to let go so he didn’t take Kwon’s ankle to the jaw.

Kwon got two more hits in before Robby was able to knee him twice, Robbby had him in an arm lock but something must have grabbed his attention because he hesitated for a second too long and Kwon instantly took advantage. He punched him in the face, with that same arm he wrapped it over Robby’s chest and squeezed making his back bow. Robby elbowed him twice to get out of it, and threw a punch, unfortunately for him he swung too wide and left his waist open for a hip throw that Kwon took advantage of.

He looked over and saw you mid back handspring to avoid hitting the ground via Yoon’s foot. Yoon himself had been put in a headlock by a curly haired boy and was about to be thrown.

“ Miyagi do’s captain goes down.” Kwon heard the announcer say. “ Cobra kai beats Miyagi do. Last standing, cobra kai and the iron dragons.”

Sometime before their win the falchi della notte team got taken out, leaving shit all six of the iron dragons remaining.

He, Tory, and Yoon gathered in the middle of the mat.

“ Got any more ideas?” He grumbled.

Yoon made a face. “ Same as last?” He suggested halfheartedly.

“ Yep,” Tory said. “ Pierce the front line, go for the captains.”

Before the trio could take more than three steps, the iron dragons did something nobody saw coming, the entire front line took a knee, voluntarily taking themselves out. They all walked off the mat to line up behind their captains next to their sensei.

“ I’ll take the little girl, you two get the big guy.” Tory said switching places with Yoon on her right.

Kwon and Yoon exchanged a glance.

“ Geudeul-i ulileul gwasopyeong-gahaneun geolkka, animyeon uliga geudeul-eul gwasopyeong-gahaneun geolkka? (Are they underestimating us or are we underestimating them?)” He asked Yoon, rolling his shoulders back.

Yoon shrugged. “ Al-aboja (Let’s find out.)”

Find out they did.

Turns out iron dragon’s male captain is strong as fuck. Not good at fighting – all though that too, but physically. He got him and Yoon out in seconds, and Tory fell to the female captain at the same time, after getting put in a submission arm bar forcing her to tap out or break her arm. Kwon barely had time to process his opponent’s size before he was yanked off his feet and slammed to the mat. He blinked up at the ceiling, winded, as Yoon met a similar fate a second later right next to him.

Kwon groaned as he pushed himself up, wincing at the ache in his ribs. “ Naega WWE gyeong-gie deungloghago issdaneun sasil-eul mollassseubnida. Geuneun galadedo aneun geolkkayo, animyeon geunyang jaemisam-a salamdeul-eul ilijeoli deonjineun geolkkayo? (Didn’t realize I was signing up for a WWE match. Does he even know karate, or is he just throwing people around for fun?)”

“ Dangsin-i na-ege malhaneun. (Your telling me.)” Yoon wheezed, rolling onto his side. “ Maybe if someone had suggested watching more film on these guys, we wouldn’t be eating mat right now,” Yoon added pointedly switching to english so Tory could understand him, giving Kwon a side-eye as they got off the mat.

“ Oh, don’t start. We trained for fighters, not human bulldozers,” Kwon shot back with a wince after rolling his neck weird.

“ Save the excuse for later. As soon as this round is done, we’re going back to the locker room and watching every second of footage we can find on every team in this tournament.”

Kwon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He was definitely in trouble. “ Hear that Tory? Don’t think you can skip out again.”

Yoon was still grumbling under his breath.

“ Yoon,” Kwon began, his voice heavy with frustration as he tightened his fist. “ I get it. You're salty. But maybe save the lecture for when we're not licking our wounds in front of every dajang here.”

Yoon shot him a glare, rubbing at his ribs. “ You think this is about being salty? This is about us getting our asses handed to us because someone,” he jabbed a finger in Kwon's direction. “ Didn't think we needed to study footage.”

Kwon scoffed, flexing his jaw as he brushed some imaginary dust off his shoulder. “ Oh, I'm sorry, Yoon. Did you want me to spend more time obsessing over grainy tournament clips of every match? Maybe you can build a time machine and tell me how that guy has forearms the size of my thighs!”

Tory groaned from where she leaned against the barricade. “ Both of you, shut up. My arm’s not broken, but I swear I can still feel her pulling on it. Did she dislocate my shoulder? Or just my dignity?”

Kwon glanced her way, smirking. “ Well, your dignity's definitely bruised. Not sure about your shoulder, though.”

She rolled her eyes. “ Keep talking, Captain. It’s not like you didn’t just get folded like a lawn chair.”

Before Kwon could retort, Yoon cleared his throat loudly. “ Alright enough. The point is, we’re screwed if we keep going into these matches blind.”

“ Round up the rest of the team and have them meet us in the locker room, Tory. I’m gonna see if one of our sensei’s bought their laptops.” Kwon said.

“ First good decision you’ve made all day.” Yoon said.

#kwon jae sung x fem!reader #kwon jae sung #kwon jae sung x reader #cobra kai

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anakinstwinklebunny · 6 months ago

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- sam monroe is the type to keep his relationship on the low, but he has his girlfriends claw clip on the strap of his backpack 🤭

- scott barringer putting a photo of him lying on his girlfriends chest as his social media profile pic!! (like, neither of their faces are visible—you can only see her pretty necklaces dipping down into her shirt, but most of it is covered by scotts blond head of hair!!)

- scott with pierced ears.. oh my goddhh 😍

[not rqs unless you wanna add on to them <3]

- 🪻

Author's note: guys what the heck I have never wrote for Scott what is wrong with me

Some quick drabbles for my 🪻anon, hope you enjoy :))

SAM MONROE wasn’t one to flaunt his relationship. He liked keeping things on the low, flying under the radar. But anyone who knew him well enough might have noticed the little things—like the claw clip attached to the strap of his backpack.

It wasn’t his, obviously. The pale pink, slightly scuffed clip belonged to you, a casual relic of their time together. You'd forgotten it after staying at his home one day, and instead of giving it back right away, he’d hooked it onto his bag absentmindedly. Now, it just… stayed there.

But people had eyes, and those eyes followed the weird object on the emo boy's backpack, which only caused more teasing fall towards him

“Nice accessory, Monroe,” his friend Jake teased, raising an eyebrow. “Didn’t know you were so into hair fashion.”

Sam shot him a glare “Shut up. It’s just a clip. Keeps my bag from looking boring.”

SCOTT BARRINGER wasn’t the type to broadcast his private life. Not really. But tonight, as he lay on his girlfriend's chest, his head resting comfortably where your heartbeat thudded softly beneath him, he couldn't resist.

The moment felt way too good, way too peaceful not to capture. Your necklaces—delicate chains that always caught the light—gently dipped into your shirt, giving a subtle shimmer against your skin. But most of it was hidden by his own messy blond hair as he nuzzled into you, eyes closed, content, inhaling the sweet scent of your body Without a second thought, he reached for his phone, snapped the photo, and uploaded it. No need for a caption—anyone who saw would know. It wasn’t about showing off. It was about holding onto this quiet, intimate moment in a way only he and you would understand.

SCOTT BARRINGER with pierced ears was something you didn’t expect to hit that hard—but oh, it did.

It was subtle at first. A small glint of silver when he turned his head, catching the light in the middle of a conversation. But once you noticed, you couldn’t stop staring. The earrings, simple yet undeniably hot, framed his sharp jawline in a way that made him look even more rebellious—like he was daring the world to take a second look.

He'd catch you staring, of course, and that signature smirk would spread across his face. "What?" he'd ask, feigning innocence, but the gleam in his eye gave him away. He knew exactly what he was doing.

And honestly? You weren’t complaining. Not one bit. Because at the end of the day, when you two are alone, you'd take care to have a real, longer glance at his piercing..

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archangeldyke-all · 1 year ago

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More tattoo artist sevika pls

Maybe our first date or something 👀👀👀

ur wish is my command bb

men and minors dni

so since you asked her out, you're under the impression that you'll be planning the date.

that is not the case.

once sevika's away from you (and no longer hypnotized by your presence) she snaps out of her lovesick haze and rushes to text you.

"i'm taking u out, btw."

"absolutely not, i asked u!" you text back.

"yeah because i couldn't get my brain to fuckin' work while i was looking at u. i'm taking u out. shut up about it."

and then, "ur tit pic nearly gave me an aneurysm, btw."

she picks out a quiet little restaurant with great drinks, reserves a table for you, and gets there thirty minutes early. she has two drinks before you arrive-- nervous as shit and desperate to be cool once you show up.

she's not.

you show up wearing a low cut top and skin tight pants. she chokes on her drink when she sees you.

you have to pound her back while she coughs and sputters.

she hides her face in her hands in embarrassment as you sit across from her once her breathing is under control. you laugh, endeared by how nervous she is around you.

"you're really cute." you say.

she groans. "you make me stupid with how pretty you are." she mumbles.

it's a great first date after the initial awkward bumble. sevika relaxes when she realizes you're teasing her just so she won't tease you-- because her teasing you leads to you getting so flustered you can't even look her in the eyes.

you guys have a few drinks and split a few appetizers. you take turns trying to fluster the other between asking questions about each other and getting to know one another.

your chemistry is off the charts. you've never met anyone you click with quite as quickly as you click with sevika. by the end of the night the two of you are laughing with each other like you've known each other for years.

you end up sitting at the table chatting for hours, until the restaurant closes forcing the two of you to leave. outside the restaurant, sevika awkwardly asks you if you'd like to take a walk with her. you enthusiastically agree, nowhere near ready for the night to be over.

sevika grins when you agree, and you decide to be bold and take her hand in yours. she trips over her own feet, awkwardly laughing when you help her straighten out.

"nervous?" you ask her. she hip checks you gently.

"shut up." she grumbles. you smile and stop walking. she turns around, ready to apologize, and you cut her off by pressing a kiss to her cheek. she's blushing when you pull away.

"you make me nervous too." you say, biting your lip and smiling. "good nervous, though."

"yeah." sevika says with a sparkle in her eyes. "good nervous."

the two of you walk for hours, circling the same block and talking about any and everything.

she tells you secrets she's never told anyone, you tell her practically your whole life story.

you point to her most eye catching tattoos, ask her the story behind each one, what made her choose the design.

it's only when the sky starts to get light that sevika realizes how much time has passed.

"oh fuck." sevika curses, looking down at you. "i am so sorry, i had no idea it was getting so--"

"it's okay." you cut her off. "i did. i just wanted to keep spending time with you." you watch sevika melt, her eyes getting wide and her face going soft. you giggle. "plus i got all my steps in, so that's good."

"probably enough steps for the whole week." she says.

"speaking of... are you free this weekend?" you ask. sevika grins.

"yes." she says, nodding enthusiastically.

"you gonna let me take you out this time?" you ask. she shakes her head no.

"never." she says. you roll your eyes.

"walk me to my car." you demand. sevika does.

when you get to your car-- the only one left in the parking lot besides sevika's, you turn around to hook your hands over sevika's shoulders.

"i'm really glad you asked me out." you whisper.

"i'm really glad you came to silco for your nose piercing." she says.

"i had such a good time tonight." you say.

"me too."

"sevika?" you ask, blinking up at her. her eyes are focused on your lips.

"yeah?"

"can i kiss you?" you ask. she grins.

"yeah."

she leans down as you lean up, your lips meeting in a gentle kiss. something warm and sparkly bubbles in your stomach, and in a moment you're grinning against her lips. she pulls away with a shy smile of her own, clearing her throat and scratching the back of her neck.

"text me when you get home safe." she says. you nod up at her.

"you too." you say.

sevika turns to walk to her car and you watch her go, raising your eyebrows when she stops and turns back around to stride up to you, a determined look on her face.

she scoops you up into her arms and kisses you fiercly, a ray of sun cutting through the sky to illuminate the two of you as you moan into each other. she sets you down three minutes later, much more satisfied with that kiss than the one before it, and then walks backwards all the way to her car, grinning and giggling at your flustered face the whole way.

#sevika #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika x you #soft sevika

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lambilegs · 2 months ago

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gf!lee harker headcanons

♡♥︎ contains: FLUFFFFF, sfw content, reader is mentioned wearing makeup but only as an if (like, as in someone reading this only has to apply that headcanon to themselves if they wear makeup, but yeah, I want these headcanons to apply to any and every reader who desires to self-insert)

♥︎♡ art is from: become her bride by yolo and chacha (I've never read it, I just thought the pic was cute hehe)

ruffles your hair when she's feeling proud of you or endeared by you. just a soft little brush on the top of your head, sometimes accompanied by a small tilt of her lips (your entire face flames up when she first does it, and when you're rendered silent, just staring up at her with wide, wondrous eyes, her smile widens)

loves headpats and cheek pats, practically nuzzles into your palm like a cat when it happens

one thousand percent keeps a photo of you in her wallet

isn't a huge fan of jewelry due to sensory stimulations and naturally not being inclined to it, but she wears a matching ring you bought her

after a hard day, she practically dives into your arms, and your presence, warmth, and head rubs are an instant fix for her

I feel like she'd get your attention in silent, very cute ways -- like, she'd hook her finger through your belt loop and pull you close, or she'd tug on the end of your skirt or shirt. or she'd just tap your shoulder

if you wear makeup, she'll always be the one to remind you to take it off, and when you're especially sleepy, she'll do it herself, lying next to you and quietly admiring you as she wipes your face clean

you'd probably have to be pretty direct with your needs and wants -- if you try to get passive aggressive or "subtly" petty with her, she probably won't understand and will get mildy frustrated at you or herself KJKJFKDFJ

like, I could see her at first, like, maybe rarely, if not ever, actually asking you to go on dates. like, she asks you to hang out, but she doesn't ever do the traditional sort of romantic dinner. she's never been super into that, nor did she really know how to go about it, and well, you seemed fine without them, so it's okay, right? but, if you want those kinda dates, you gotta SPEAK your mind to her

mentally takes note of the songs and music you like, and she plays it for you without asking when you're in the car

probably a bit shy to play her own music at first, since it feels a bit exposing to her, but she internally wells up in appreciation when you give her all your thoughts

will bring you to office parties and spend the entire night glued to your side bc she doesn't wanna talk to anyone else LMFAO

clingy clingy clingy!! she's spent so much of her life isolated and depraved of touch, especially of this nature, so once she gets more comfortable, she's always got her hands on you

like, will always fiddle with your jewelry, hold onto your thigh, play with your hair, or keep a hand on your back

speaking of -- she totally does the back thing. you know, like, bracing her palm against your lower back as you guys pass through a door or move along somewhere

or I could just see her being like a free-use wall?? LMFAOOOO like she'd always let you lean into her, and keep an arm lazily slung around you, or a hand fiddling with your clothes. she'd just stand there and let you nuzzle your head into her as you guys wait in line for something

like, she's not super into PDA, but I think she'll make an exception if it means physically helping and supporting you

always holds the door open for you to go first

kinda dies inside whenever you fix her shirt collars, or tie her ties, before sending her off to work. something about watching your eyebrow furrow as you dote on her... she doesn't usually enjoy being the center of attention, but in the privacy of a room with just you two, she can't help but bask under your focused eyes

tries not to mention you much at work because she likes keeping her romantic life private, but sometimes it slips out without realizing -- so many things remind her of you, without her even realizing

if you're into partying, she might (stressing on "might" LMAO) come with you occasionally, though it'd probably depend on if you needed her there or not to drive you home, or because your friends bailed

if she does come, she'll probably (hear me out omg) be smoking on her own in a corner, just watching you from afar to ensure you're safe and well

no she will not dance with you LMFAOOOO

if you grab her ass or smack it for jokes, she'll always silently narrow her eyes at you but say nothing

she's not really used to being provided for, since she had to take on caring for her mom when she was a teenager. so, I feel like she doesn't necessarily expect a lot to be done for her in a relationship :( so, when you start spoiling her with surprise dates, doting kisses and touches, gifts like flowers and treats, and start doing acts of services for her like her laundry or making her a meal she mentioned craving, she won't really know how to handle it. she'll probably be overwhelmed at first, not even sure how to properly express all her gratitude, nor cope with all of the... love. she'll just feebly receive your gestures, murmuring thanks and being incredibly still and stunned into silence

she might be more vocal if you one day ask her if she really likes what you're doing, or if it means anything to her. hearing something like that from you would probably push her to be a bit more open to expressing her thanks. and she probably would confide in you about feeling awkward with all of this, rushing to add, very quietly, that she likes it, though, she just needs time to adjust and have it not feel out of place

with some time, and lots of unadulterated affection from you, she does eventually get used to it, though she's always slightly in disbelief over her luck

#s.writing #lee harker #lee harker x reader #lee harker fanfiction #longlegs fanfiction #longlegs 2024

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 2 years ago

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Black Light 1

Warnings: namecalling, violence, other dark elements. Proceed with caution.

Note: someone said August.

Part of The Club AU

It's retro night. You're looking bomb, feeling fly, ready to get groovy. In a manner of speaking. Platforms, short skirt, a crop top with a faux fur bolero. You are channeling your inner Cher Horowitz.

It's your nineteenth birthday and you can drink your ass off. At last. It's your time. The best days of your life are ahead of you.

Not only are you vibing, you have your posse, your trio of thots. You're not the queen bee but you're a great sidekick. The Regina George of the group is definitely Amanda and her svelte blond hair, but you'd say Kamlai is more the Gretchen Wieners than you.

You smile at the bouncer, a man with a derisive look on his eye that makes you want to dissolve into sand or dust. Whatever. Maybe a nice eerie fog so you can float away. You only catch half his face as he keeps in the shadows, waving in coeds and a few middle-aged creepers.

You wish you got the nice one with the belly. You wait for the silent man to scowl at your ID. He holds it up beside you before he flicks it back to you.

"Thank you, sir," you catch the plastic card against your chest, his eye glinting towards your cleavage.

"Go," he growls and waves forward the next eager club goer.

"Oop, okay, sorry," you make a gesture like Betty Boop, raising your shoulders as you kick a foot up, "have a great night!"

He grumbles and you quickly run to catch up with Kam and Amanda. The pulsing music embraces you and you feel the energy flow into you. This night is gonna be awesome!

"You guys have to make sure to get pics of me!" Amanda hollers above the beat, "with the cutest guy I can find. Seth can eat his heart out."

You shake your head, shrugging off your disappointment. It's supposed to be your day but somehow Amanda always finds her way into the spotlight. You're not going to worry, you're all about fun!

You get your first round of drinks and find a seat. Amanda drinks her pink martini as she scopes out the room. She blows a nonplussed raspberry.

"Ugh, not finding any hunky fuckboys," she rolls her eyes, "I mean, I need someone super fucking hot."

"Don't we all," Kam giggles as her eyes rove, "how about an older guy?"

"Hm?" Amanda gives a pout and twists around to follow Kamlai's gaze. She tilts her head back and forth.

"Not too bad, I'll take the middle one," she winks, "you two can fight over who doesn't get specs."

You look at Kam then back to the three men along the wall. Amanda must be referring to the one with the spiky hair and glasses. He's cute but you're not really into the leering type.

"It's my birthday," you say as Amanda's already on her feet.

You peek at the third guy, sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes. He's not bad. Besides, you just have to dance, Amanda can do all the wants but you're not that kinda gal. You're too damn weird to be the hookup type.

"Fine," Kam rolls her eyes, "I'll take the nerd."

🥂

You grab the stranger's hands and once more drag them off your ass. You put them on your waist and give him a look. Dude, really, take a hint.

Well, he's not a stranger stranger. His name is Cole and he likes flowers. Adorable but still, a bit too old for you.

You turn, an excuse too look around at your friends as you shimmy your hips. Kam isn't as detered as she originally let on and Amanda is gone. Alright…

"How about a drink?" Cole startles you as he leans forward to yell in your ear, "I think I owe the birthday girl at least one."

"Oh, uh, alright," you turn back to him, "sure, I needa sit down anyway."

You follow him to the bar and wait by his arm as he orders. Fuck Amanda, really? Where is she?

"Here," Cole turns back to you, handing over the bright blue cocktail, "birthday special."

You nod and smile. You look at the slice of orange hooked over the edge and sniff the sweet drink. You put your lips to the straw but before you can take a sip, it's torn out of your grasp.

"Hey fucker," the snarl bites through the breakdown of the Cyndi Lauper classic.

A large figure pushes between you and Cole, throwing the drink in his face as he sputters. You gape in surprise and look up as the bouncer stands between you and your erstwhile dance partner. He grabs the smaller man by the collar, knocking his drink to the floor.

"Get the fuck outta here."

The bouncer shoves Cole into a stool and rolls his shoulders. You have no idea what's going on. Cole gulps and looks between you and the large man, himself not by any means small but taking a quick hint. He scrabbles away as you check your feet, a few drops of alcohol on your shoes.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to take drinks from strangers," the bouncer turns with a bark, "fucking bimbo."

You frown at the insult but can't muster a response before he storms away. You peer down at the puddle of the cocktail then spin to see the bouncer disappear through the door. Huh, he must've seen something you didn't. You should've known Cole was a creep. You just hope his friends aren't the same.

#august walker x reader #august walker #dark august walker #dark!august walker #drabble #series #black light #au #mission impossible: fallout

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scekrex · 1 year ago

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I swear, you can't get rid of me, dude.

Another prompt ✨ Adam and reader playing a "What do you meme" game but it's DIY with instead of actual meme pictures, it's reaction pics of either of them, some of Lute, Sera, Emily and other angels (But mostly them). The reader pulls out a card he made specifically for this occasion that read "When you're playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose" Adam being the dumb bitch that he is doesn't realise anything and searches for an ideal card, the card probably being:

When he finally goes to put the card into the table, he sees the reader on his knee with a nice velvet box, a shiny golden band with a sapphire in the middle and Adam just disconnects from the server, blue screen, the equivalence of this gif:

You say that like I want to get rid of you, nah bitch ur stuck with me now. Also: another crack fic whoop whoop (even tho the ending turned out super soft n cute imo) also Adam's basically me. You have to say that shit straight up to my face otherwise I'll think ur joking lol

I'm liking it better with you

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, yet another crack fic

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

If someone would've told you that you'd spend your afterlife with the Adam, you would've called them insane, yet there you were.

Adam was sitting on the couch across from you while you had made yourself comfy on the armchair, between the both of you was a small coffee table and on that table was a card.

‘When you realize the song you always skip is actually fire.'

You giggled to yourself as you played a picture of Lute. Her face was scrunched up and the expression on it basically screamed ‘I was wrong but won't admit it'.

That picture was from when Lute had lost a bet against Adam that had involved you and him hooking up - it was from before the two of you had started dating and was old as fuck but that didn't make the picture less funny.

Adam grinned as you played the card, then he raised an eyebrow, “That’s the best you have to offer, babes?” You simply shrugged, “What, you think I'd play shitty on purpose? C’mon you know me well enough to know that I won't settle with anything less than the closest thing to perfect.” Adam was too focused on the game to understand the hint and to be honest you couldn't really blame him, so you continued the game without another word about it.

You picked the next caption card.

‘When you're cutting wrapping paper and the scissors start to glide.’

Adam was quick to slam a matching picture card on the table, it was a picture of him putting his index fingers together - he accidentally formed an A with his hands - his facial expression was giving praying vibes with his closed eyes and the slightly up tilted chin.

You remembered the day that picture was taken on so clearly, Adam had been in an argument with Lute, she wanted something from Sera and had asked Adam to pull some strings and Adam being the idiot he was had taken on the position shown on the picture right before he snapped at her, “Do I look like motherfucking God? Go talk to Sera yourself, bitch.”

“Fuck that's good,” you admitted quietly, unfortunately Adam had heard you, “Duh, I'm fucking Adam, of course I'm good at this game it features my fucking face and my face is fucking perfect.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the brunette who seemed quite proud of himself, “Yeah whatever Dickmaster, gimme another caption card.”

And so Adam did.

‘When your shampoo says ‘Damage Control’ but deep down you're still broken.’

“Getting personal now, are we?” you teased the taller man who shot you a playful smirk. He leaned against the backrest of the couch and put his arms up to rest on top of it, “Your words babes, not mine.” Oh that motherfucker, how you loved him.

You confidently played a picture card of yourself that time, it showed you passive aggressively slurping a milkshake that Adam had bought you only moments after someone's brat had knocked your ice cream cone onto the ground - ah good old times.

You vividly remember how pissed you had been, fuck, you remember how Adam had yelled at that kid to watch where the fuck she was going and then he had started to pick a fight with the mom and all that just because of some fucking ice cream. In the end Adam had managed to lighten up your mood by buying you that milkshake you were drinking in the picture you had just played. Adam had taken that picture to point out how cute your grumpy face looked, at the time you were not having it but looking back at it he kinda had a point.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing your munched up angry little face,” he chuckled as he looked at the picture of you. You stayed silent and played the next caption card, your hands were slightly shaking and by the love of God you hoped Adam was too distracted to notice. And luckily he actually was.

“The fuck is that?” he exclaimed confused as he read the card over and over again, then he looked up at you, “The fuck does ‘When you’re playing a game with your partner, but suddenly someone interrupts it to propose’ even mean?” You shrugged and Adam went through all of his picture cards twice.

And while Adam had been busy picking a card to play, you had gotten out of your seat and were now down on one knee beside him. In your hands there was a little box that was covered in purple velvet and contained a shiny golden band and the most beautiful looking sapphire was gleaming at Adam. It had been hard to find a band made out of pure gold instead of the thing just being gold plated, but in the end you had found the perfect one.

Finally Adam looked up from the cards he was holding and slammed one onto the table, “Try to beat that, bitch.”

On the picture he was frowning, his mask covered his face so the frown was all LED mask but it showed his emotions pretty well, one of his hands was raised as if he were to make a point about something.

At first the brunette blinked confused at the empty chair across from him, then his eyes caught yours and the cocky grin that had sat on his lips so perfectly fell, it left an expression you weren't able to read. “Adam,” you spoke softly, slightly irritated by his reaction but still confident, “I’ve known you ever since I got here and while I'm aware that we spent little time together compared to how long you've been up here,” you continued and you really couldn't help but smile.

Adam on the other hand was completely silent, his expression was blank, there was no emotion on his face at all and it made you worry that this might've been too soon. But you simply inhaled deeply and spoke up again, “And I know that our future together will be even longer, it's not really eternity's thing to have an end after all, but-” you swallowed hard. Why wasn't he reacting, why wasn't he telling you to either quit it or hurry up like he usually did when you took too long?

You swallowed whatever negative feelings were bubbling up your throat and went on to confess, “But that's what I want, Adam. I want to spend the rest of eternity with you by my side. I don't want to imagine life up here without you as my partner and I-” Adam made you interrupt yourself as he cupped your cheeks softly, his thumb carefully brushing over your bottom lip, “Keep going babes, I wanna hear what else you have to say.” You gave him a small nod, it took a moment for you to find your voice again but once you did, you finished your little speech, “I not only want you by my side as my boyfriend, but as my husband. So will you take this ring and marry me?”

Adam dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands were still cupping your face ever so softly as his lips met yours. The kiss was warm and soft, slow and almost lazy and Adam wasn't going to pick up the pace, not for that kiss at least. He wanted you to drown in the feeling of his kiss, he wanted you to drown in his love for you and equally he wanted to drown in your love for him. “Yes you little shithead,” the first man whispered against your lips followed by giving them a quick peck, “I’ll marry you.”

also here r the pics they used as cards in order:

3) this is the one that inspired the reader picture card

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you #crack fic

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Hi again! Unrelated to cat pics, I do have a book-related question. (Sorry for sending two asks in one night. I only thought of this after sending the fuzz goblin orz). I just finished The Twisted Ones by T. Kingfisher after seeing it in a list of books you recommended. Given that it's the first non-audio book I've finished in a while, it's safe to say I really liked it! I remember you'd mentioned in the post that you were real into horror, so I was curious if you had any other spooky recommendations you wanted to share. No pressure to respond, of course! Just curious :>

Don't worry about sending multiple asks! If I feel like I can't answer them I will save them for later ^_^

And! Ah!! Let me do some digging. Horror/thriller books fun. Spook books rec list under the cut!

I probably don't need to recommend it, since you've already read one, but T. Kingfisher makes really fun horror. Creepy and suspenseful. I also liked The Hollow Places by her, and her Sworn Soldier books are also horror! For body horror and language, I would rate her horror book somewhere above PG-13 but below R.

I'm also going to blanket recommend Darcey Coates. I have read around 6? Of her books? And there was only one I didn't like. Darcey Coates has an amazing way with specifically haunted house themed horror. She transforms the standard tropes really, really well. And she's not afraid! To let there actually be ghosts!! It's very cool. The Haunting of Rookward House was the first one I read, and stands out still in my memory. One of the scares in particular made me drop the book. I don't know how she manages to write jump scares but,,, oof. The Carrow Haunt is another I really liked the premise of. My favorite by far was Craven Manor. I could probably write a thesis on why I like her horror books so much. To keep it brief: Darcey Coates understands that horror means something (ie the monster is also a theme) and that you have to actually like the characters to be scared for them, and I love her for that.

Her books are rated PG-13. To my knowledge they're all pretty tame.

The Fisherman by John Langan.

Rated E for Explicit, body horror, general gruesomeness.

A more mature read, and two stories in one. A lovecraftian-style horror about two men who are mourning their wives and going fishing -- and the monstrous land they fish on. I go back and forth on how much I like this book. On the worst days it's still a solid 3 out of 5. On the best days, 10/10. I found myself way more invested in the legend of the place than the characters the story was following, but I still got emotion out of the ending.

The Croning by Laird Baron

Rated E for Explicit. Body horror. Slow burn horror.

So, this one has me a bit at a disadvantage because it's been awhile. I remember liking it a lot, but I can't wholly remember the plot. I do remember it's like, lovecraftian horror -- but the monster is the main character's wife. And you, the reader, know it's his wife. But he doesn't. And watching him try to defend the wife he loves so much, while she's obviously some quietly lurking evil, is just, really interesting. They have a family together. They're genuinely happy. But it's like watching someone fall in love with a known serial killer. There's just something... Wrong here.

Good vibes! More of a slower read.

The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in a Castle, by Shirley Jackson

Rated PG-13, slow burn horror

The horror of being alone. Shirley Jackson writes it well. They're older books, and slower and more subtle than a lot of modern horror, but there is something scary about how relatable the characters are. How twisted up it makes you, empathizing with them, watching them descend to their doom. Hill House still makes me cry sometimes, thinking about Eleanor. These books are a bit situational, I feel like. If you know what it's like to be alone, know how existentially scary it is to feel unimportant to the people around you, these books will sink hooks in. If you don't find that concept scary, mostly these books will make you think these people should get out more.

Cold Storage by David Koepp

Rated PG-13 to R, language, fungi based body horror, viscera, violence

I recommended this on my other book recs list, but Cold Storage is just. Fun. It's scary too! When the "monster" gets going it Gets Going. But the main characters are awesome. It reads a bit more like an action book than straight horror, and I so desperately wanted the good guys to win. I was scared for them the whole final act of the book.

Anyway -- mutant mold spores compel people to climb up to high places and explode, spreading their spores around more. Thank God the only outbreak of that got carpet bombed to hell, and the one sample remaining was safely contained in a government facility where it could only be used to research a cure, right? :) Right? :(

Uprooted by Naomi Novik

Rated PG-13, violence, language, adult themes

So this leans a lot harder on conventional fantasy, but there are so many horror themes in this book I'm adding it to the list. A girl is taken from her village every [number I can't remember] years and given to the local dragon [wizard] to keep the villages safe from The Wood. But the Wood is old, cunning, and vindictive, and what once only infected the land has now begun to seed itself within the heart of men.

This book made me feel truly hopeless at times. The characters really are fighting a ruthless enemy, one that should kill them over and over, and yet somehow, they scrape by. The horror of The Wood cannot be understated, and even it's explanation doesn't take away it's strength, in my opinion. It has a happy ending, but man, it's a fight getting there.

Between Two Fires by Christopher Buehlman

Rated R for everything. Body horror, blood and gore, sexual assault, rape, language, everything

Another one that I waffle back and forth on whether I like it or not. I feel like if I met Buehlman in real life, I would fist fight him over this book. There are some choices I definitely don't like [I thought the last 3 chapters could've been cut]. But. It's fucking scary.

Lucifer has released all the horrors of hell on the medieval world. Plagues. Demons. Tortures. Pillages. Everything. And God... Doesn't answer.

The rest of the book follows a disgraced knight, a gay priest, and a little girl as they trek across medieval Europe, trying to do something about it. The demons are scary and terrible. The people are even more so. If you want a truly bleak and terror filled read, this is a good one. But it's also really, really intense. I had to put it down a few times. This is a scary read. Not a fun read. And mind the tags.

Ten by Gretchen McNeil

Rated PG-13 for blood and violence

Ten teenagers go to an island to have a party. One of them is a murderer. A night of terror ensues.

This is YA horror, so a little more mild than some of the others on this list! But! I loved it! Had some awesome planting, and it really felt like, if I'd just paid a little more attention, I could've figured out who the killer was. There is some masterful weaving of tropes in this book too. The smokescreen of stereotypical characters. I can't talk about it too much or I'll get excited and spoil it. Just. McNeil was smart about this one I think.

The Girl from the Well by Ten Chupeco

Rated PG-13 for blood, violence, and attempted violence against minors by adults

The movie The Ring but from the ghost's perspective -- oh and also there's another even scarier ghost stirring shit up in the background. Another one I can't talk too much about without getting excited and spoiling things. I remember being a bit confused about who the main character was in the beginning. Be ye warned, one of the main characters is, in fact, a vengeful spirit, and she does murder people she doesn't like in terrible ways. It's her toxic trait.

This list is getting super long and I'm getting tired so! I'm going to end it here!

#calicocantaloupe #answering asks #book recs #horror book recs

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