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thepeakyfckingblinders · 3 years ago

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White Lies - part II || Thomas Shelby x reader

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↬ Part One ↫

Summary: White lies can lead to tragic outcomes.

Warnings: swearing, angst, a tiny hint of violence, May Carleton insert, slight smut

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

I’m sorry babes, for everything. Love you ♡

Also this is getting me on my knees, I've been through a terrible writer's block (I'm still dealing with it tbh) so I know this second part won't be as good as the first one, can't put into words how frustrating it is for me, wish I could do better, but apparently I just can't now. Hope you'll like it anyway.

If you want to be added to my tag list, please, directly message me

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

Your hands kept trembilng with nerves while you tried to stuff as many things as possible in the beige luggage Thomas had bought in Lambeth earlier that month, in view of his upcoming business trip to Brighton; or at least that was what he had fed you: new opportunities coming from international sea trades, something they couldn’t have missed, he said.

Well, if that was true, he wouldn’t have had much trouble in buying a new one.

All at once, a painful knot of mixed emotions dug into your venter, leading your teeth to pitylessly drown in your lower lip, in a desperate attempt to hold back tears; curled locks falling before your eyes with every abrupt movement you made in order to leave that house without coming across your fianceé. Yet, unfortunately, there was no way to avoid the compulsive thoughts haunting you. Ruthless flashes about your recent encounter at the Garrison flooded your sore mind, bringing along a wave of vivid images freshly framed by your brains, splitting your breath in a thousand little shards and corroding your trust with each passing second.

You could see him, holding her the way he did with you, placing his callous palms around her waist and letting his fingers viciously pierce her exposed skin only to bring her closer and closer, as if to erase the boundary between their bodies.

You could see his volluptuos lips, stroking the spot right beneath her jaw, whispering profane words against her fervent flesh in an obscene confession, waiting for her to redeem all of his sins with the inviting warmth of her thighs.

You could see his marble hips, diving in hers again and again, conducing an unmerciful assault; the sweetest battle to fight, one able to mend his intangible war wounds.

For a brief moment, the walls revolved around you, creating a pale vortix tainted by the bluish light filtering through the windows without any cloud to cross its path; night had fallen on Birmingham and that melancholic atmosphere just made everything harder as your watery irises run upon every corner of your bedroom, unintentionally trying to absorbe each detail of the safe heaven in which your love had flared and expired.

That was a burdensome decision to make, but you were well aware of how those things worked; you had seen it on your mother's flesh, you had seen hope sprout into her eyes every time your father came back home, hands holding his cap and face performing the most compelling expression of guilt. On a regular basis, he begged her to forgive his weakness, that's how he called it; still now you knew there was no weakness in what he did, he wanted to, he deliberatley chose to act that way. Every single time, he promised not to hurt her again, and every single time, she embreaced him, turning her other cheek, because it's what you do when you love someone, that's what she said while he prepared to slap her again; yet you knew now that affection should grow out of respect, that loving someone shouldn't leave you wretched, never. Thereby, your childhood had passed watching your father systematically break both his vows and your mother's heart, only sparing her for a few weeks, a few months when she was lucky; a miserable fate that you had sworn you wouldn't have shared.

Due to those acrimonious memories, your previous haste had now given way to a leaden attempt to say goodbye, as your feet stumbled towards Tommy’s beside-table until your fingertips were able to trace the dark groove gouged by his initials into the bright metal of his favourite cigarette-case, the one you’d given him, the one meant “for special occasions”, he said. Eyelids harshly shut because of the sharp hiss tearing up your ears, while you allowed yourserlf that single compromise, placing that relic in your bag as to preserve one last bond with him; and then you finally marched out of your own life.

Or at least you tried to.

Moments before your hand could reach for its knob, the door brusquely opened, leaving under your bewildered stare a panting Thomas with just his waistcoast and withe shirt on: sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the black bow he had worn now hanging untied around his creased collar. In a scant second, his blue orbs stroke into yours, scourging you with a wintry glare only to fall right after on the suitcase held in your right fist.

“You fucking packed your things, y/n?!” A deafening thud arose when the bag fell to the ground at the exact moment his hand slammed the door behind his shoulders with a violent blow, before running through his already messy hair; his ring shimmering in the dark together with his drizzly eyes now clutched to your face only, your feet taking a few step back when he slowly moved forward.

“You were leaving?” That atrocious question escaped his lips in a short breath and his brows took a painful fold in the process, causing a dull ache to grip your entrails at that sight.

“You were gonna leave me without a word?” Eventually, Tommy's coarse voice erupted from his scratched throat with all of its impetus, riverberating across the room and then into your eardrums so to let you gather each accent of blind sorrow and rage held through those words.

Anticipating every possible answer, Thomas took another stride in your direction, still that cautious attempt just forced you to retreat again, almost suffocated by his sole presence. Truth was that you couldn't trust yourself around that man. At times he felt like a plague corroding both your mind and body. He had sort of an arcane power enabling him to subjugate you in the sweetest way, had you let him; sometimes he was like a snake-charmer, sometimes you reckoned he was the snake himself.

“Stay away from me” Your unsteady voice finally came out, and it sounded as if it had been subdued for ages, yet his complete inability to comply with other’s will led him to neglect your first warning.

“Y/n, please-” Nevertheless, that mournful preach was soon estinguished by your harsh tone not leaving space to hesitation anymore. “Don’t fucking touch me, Thomas”

Your hands slapped his arms now dangerously close to your silhouette, but soon his firm grasp enveloped your wirsts allowing him to reduce the distance between your bodies.

“I said stay away!” you pratctically screamed in his face and your head swayed, having your locks fall forward, as you struggled to wriggle out of that deadly grip.

“No, y/n-” His calm voice once again tried to keep you in place along with his callous hands, but you were far too overwhelmed to regain your control.

"Get the fuck off me! Get off, let me go!" Histerical peaks distorted your voice as you kept writheing against him like a wild animal held captive.

"Y/n, stop! Stop it, calm down... fucking breathe" Thomas raised his tone, submerging your cries and leading your bust closer to his own so that your forearms were now trapped in between your bodies and his fingers clenched around the sleeves of your dress. Suddenly, all of your forces seemed to vanish in the dark coldness filling the room, your muscles yelding against your will.

"Let go of me" At this point your rage gave way to resignation, escaping your lips in the form of a pleading whisper, echoing your previous demands.

"Just listen to me, y/n. You need to trust me" He spoke again and you could sense a condiscendent softness in those words. You knew him too well, you knew how his silver tongue always managed to violate people's mind with such ease, making them puppets in the hands of an expert string-puller. And you hated him for trying to do the same with you.

Your wrath started to emerge again, boiling in your veins until your palm violently connected with his face for the second time that night.

"Jesus Christ, woman, what the hell is wrong with you?" Thomas growled while stroking the sensible skin right under his left cheekbone, partially tilting his head away from you as his feet put a new distance between your figures.

"I don't care how much you say otherwise, you did this to me" Jolted words left your burning throat, garbled by the tears you were desperately trying to hold back. This time it was you to step closer, accusation drenching your every gesture.

"Bullshit! I love you and you know that" Tom’s index finger mandatorily pointed at your flushed face, his blue eyes thrusting open and inviting you to reckon his indisputable truth.

“How can you expect me to believe a single syllable coming out of your mouth now?" Your fierce gaze remained locked onto his algid irises, still, despite your efforts to hold back, a few salty drops slipped off your made up lashes, pouring the dorsum of your hand as you abruptly covered your lips in order to suffocate your sobs before speaking again.

"You lie for a living, Thomas Shelby, you craved an empire out of lying" Pointing at his chest, you took another stride towards him, teeth clenched with frustration as you went on.

"And I was a deceived fool for even hoping that you could be different with me." Finally, you allowed your lungs to take a proper sip of air, relaxing your limbs long enough to let your sorrow stream through your core, while your eyes refused now to directly look at your fianceé. "But I won’t let myself fall into your trap again, not again.”

The moment his ears caught that almost inaudible whisper, Thomas threw his arms around you, his right forearm placed at the end of your back, holding you tight, while his other hand intertwined with the soft hair behind your neck, guiding your cheek close to his own so that you could perfectly feel each other's breathing, your chin partially resting above his shoulder. "Love, please..." His warm, yet lower voice filled your ears once again, and, even though you only wanted him to lull you out of that obnoxious feeling of sadness, you forcefully shut your eyelids to regain control over your tumultuous emotions.

"Tell me why I should believe you" Those distrustful words created a sharp constrast with the warmth fluttering between your bodies, as you leant against his smooth skin, involountarily seeking comfort.

"Why shouldn't you believe me? When have I ever lied to you, eh?" Tender strokes guided your head out of the croock of his neck, while Tommy grasped your face with both his palms, foreheads pressing against each other and eyes enchained.

Almost staggered by those entrancing blue seeps, scared by that extreme closeness and its venomous effects, you took a deep breath and reluctantly shied away from his embrace, turning your back on him and approaching the window in hope to retrieve some lucidity. "Yeah, right. You don't lie to me, you're much too clever for that. You just hide things"

Soon you felt Tommy's gentle grip around your arm, applying a slight pressure in order to have you turn around and face him again. "What? what do I hide from you?" His voice still soft against your mouth.

"You've been sleeping with her for months under my fucking nose" You shoved him, now screaming on the verge of that incessant emotional rollercoaster dragging you between rage and sorrow, over and over again, exhausting you.

"That's not true, and the way you're reacting just proves I was doing the right thing not telling you about May" Following your lead, Tommy rose his voice too, his eyebrows wrinkling into a disappointed look, as he tried to shift the blame on you, too bad his manipulative ways could not spellbind you; not that easily, at least.

"Don't you dare playing these twisted games with me, you bastard" Nails scratching the soft flesh of your palms now clenched and wildly thrown against his torso in a haphazard attempt to cause him some sort of pain.

"Fucking stop it, y/n! Stop!" Tommy's eyes stroke you once he'd managed to capture your wrists for the millionth time, still trying to extinguish your violent outbrusts. "Just talk to me like a damn civil person" He screamed inches away from your nose.

"Says the one who goes around cutting people and burning places down" You bitterly spit back, while your angry stare openly challenged him.

"Well, sorry, darling, but you should've thought of that before" Like a mirror, Tommy's attitude immediately emulated yours, going back to the sharp, mocking sarcasm usually clothing his speech, his pink lips curled in a taunting grin. “It's not like you didn't know how things worked around here" "Oh, there he is, the earnest, transparent man you've always been; haven't you, Thomas?" A forced laugh erupted from your throat, while you patethically exasperated your tones, brows implausibly arched, putting on a sympathetic expression almost as sardonic.

"Yes, yes, I fucking have!" His coarse shout wiped away any residual irony. "It's not my fault you still struggle with all of your insecurities, making scenes in front of my whole pub for a stupid toast" And once again he was trying to defend himself by goring you at one of your weakest points.

Trembling droplets started to dance before your dilated pupils as your strengh faded, having you feel like a bewildered kid when confronted with a thinly concealed truth. Your white teeth rabidly skewered your lower lip cloaked in the shadow cast on the rest of your face by your prone head. The whole room fell silent, only filled with your heavy breaths and the meek weeping that you had finally stopped stifling.

"Have you been with her?" Eventually, you forced your watery eyes to look back at him, while you asked that atroucious question with an apparent calm that made your own skin crawl.

"No" Thomas wasted no time denying your doubts and offered you a straight answer leading your eyelids to shut faintly, as your chin aimed towards the ceiling in a desperate attempt to process the whole thing. "Aye, look at me" His warm hands enveloped your cheeks, his thumbs fondling your wet skin until he was sure he had your attention. "No" He repeated "I'm yours, y/n, and you know that"

A well known tenderness radiated from his grieved features, accompained by the hint of a grim smile. "I'm yours in ways other people couldn't even think of, I've let you see each and every chink, every weakness" his soft lips lingered yours moultiple times, leaving you nothing more than a glimpse of a kiss. "I chose to, because I trust you with my life, you keep me sane, y/n"

Salty tears invaded your tongue as your mouths finally indulged in a proper kiss, slowly caressing each other for a few long instants, while your muscles relaxed under his loving touch. "You fucking keep me sane and I don't know what I'd do without you."

Tommy desperateky draw a trail of delicate pecks from your chin, through your cheekbones and up to your forehead, until you found yourself incapable of restraining your instincts and deepened those intimate touches, giving life to a fervent kiss able to leave you both out of breath in the space of a scant minute. Still, you kept devouring each other, until Thomas lifted you with ease, adaging your body on the soft mattress behind his back and palcing his palms behind your knees so to spread your legs and wrap them around his waist. Panting hard against your incandescent flesh, Tommy left openmouthed kisses on your face and jaw and neck, while his fingers undid the top of your dress increasingly discovering further slices of velvety skin, new hunting ground for his ravenous lips.

With just as much eagerness, you managed to free him from what was left of his elegant suit, your nails scratching his solid shoulders as you let the white and black fabrics fall to the floor, soon followed from your own clothes.

Tommy's hands promptly engulfed your now bare curves, his teeth still grazing at the already sensitive skin of your neck as his muscular torso led you to lay back, trapping you in between his half tensed arm and his mesmerizing face, as he slowly entered you, never diverting his egnited pupils from yours.

And then you felt him seize your waist and bring you closer, until your ribs almost wedged in his own. And then you felt his lips praying an unholy preach beneath your ear. And then you felt his hips drowning in your afire flesh, again and again.

But none of that was enough to heal your wounds this time.

You wanted to trust him, you wanted to believe his words and feel safe and sheltered again, with him and him only; still, you knew that, from then on, paranoia would’ve taken over with every extra hour at the office, with every night spent out, with every business trip, and that, for sure, was not the life you wanted.

You knew affection couldn’t survive the bad seeds of suspect without rotting to hate and exasperation; so you just dediced to leave your love while it was still uncorrupted, not bearing the mere thought of watching it slowly deteriorate into reciprocal disdain.

One last time, you glanced at Thomas laying pacefully asleep behind your shoulders, before you left the room with a painful burden crushing your chest.

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emonaculate · 4 years ago

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Streamer Eren Headcanon pt 2

`❥ AU: Modern!AU

`❥ Genre: Fluff

`❥ Pairing: Streamer!Eren x Black!Reader

`❥ Warnings Include: Profanity, Established relationship, Eren is a dork

`❥ Author Note: You guys loved the first one so much I decided to do it again. Sorry if it isn't as good as the first one, I'm working on other projects at the same time

Eren met you during college and was instantly smitten

You were a foreign student studying abroad

He spent months trying to learn English just to properly talk to you

You finally cave in and go on dates with him because slfkssrlw how could you not when he's that sweet

Having said that, when you're frustrated whilst he streams, to check on you he'll switch over to English.

"Hey pretty girl whats wrong?"

"I can't find the letters for my cross word."

"....Aha lemme see."

He is trying his hardest not to laugh at your cute little scrunched up face as he helps you find the word.

During his charity streams, by popular vote, he lets you do his make up

Despite the stream being 24 hrs long people continue to watch because the interactions are too cute.

" 'Ren stay still."

"It feels moist."

"Never say that again."

"Wait. Babe. I want the thingy on my eyes."

"Thingy?"

"Yeah the sharp shit and the stuff on my lashes."

"Its called wing liner and mascara, Eren."

"Yeah that shit."

"Don't swear. Kids are watching."

"Man fuck them-"

"Yeager."

"....Ahem... sorry."

He is definitely the baddest bitch after you finish <3

Kept the make up on even after the stream finished

He may be a COD player but he does not have toxic masculinity

LOVES how he looks when pampered and whilst he'll never go out of his way to do make up or use your products; if you ever offer he's down

"What that's shit on your face?"

"It's an Indian face mask."

"It looks like throw up."

"Do you wanna try it?"

"Yes."

Once talked shit about braids not hurting that bad.

So the only natural solution was to make a bet

You styled his beautiful long hair into nice and neat cornrows (if you can't braid, take him to the africans)

He couldn't even sit through the procedure, literally got up and left midway through

"Fuck no. I like pain as much as the next guy but hell no."

"Aw baby what wrong? I thought it wasn't that bad."

Went on stream the next day to talk about the experience and why he wouldn't wish that on anyone.

Everyone can tell that your relationship is serious when you accidentally broke his PS5

Like he gets absolutely livid and wants to do nothing more than yell at you

But after seeing your teary eyed expression and your broken apologies in German

He just accepts it and steps completely out of the room to keep from blowing up on you.

It takes a few days and even though you feel completely like shit, you dont bother him

He finally comes around and just holds you tightly

No words or anything

His gesture is enough to let you know he forgives you.

He gets a new one immediately and is more careful when it comes to letting you mess with alone though lmao

Decides to do the little draw my life video and moves people to tears without trying

He thought his trauma was normal pfft

While that gets to people, what really affects his audience is when he get to how you make him feel

"If I can describe Y/n with one word, I'd have to say sunshine. You know that feeling when you've seen nothing but depressing rainstorms for months at a time but just that one day, the sun pokes out and shows that the world isn't so gloomy and bad. It's actually quite beautiful. The sun manages to make those sad raindrops look like diamonds. Thats Y/n to me. She makes the days where I feel at my worst better in every way. "

Eren suffers from a couple mental illnesses which is why he donates to their respected charities

He suffers from ADHD, Depression, and Anger issues.

Now you can't just magically make all of his issues go away but you being around does soothe him in a special way

Not many people can do that and LOTS have tried

But you just manage to get him in ways he cant explain

Even the videos with all of his friends involved, his focus on you

Fans can tell when you guys are not together during streams

Eren's temper is a lot shorter and he pops off quickly.

And of course he just so happens to play "getting over it"

This is one of those times he gets cancelled

Coochie-manz63: wow ur trash

"You're literally someone who hides behind a fucking screen to talk shit but I know if I was in front of you; there would be no exchange because if you so much looked at me wrong, I would have beaten your ass into fucking next year, you dyslexic fucking waste of space. Learn how to goddamn spell before you try to talk shit again."

IloveYEAGGGGER23: Damn..

You ended up being the one to clean up his mess, yet again

"Eren is very sorry for his actions, He understands how his words can be hurtful to others.. Right babe?"

"Huh? Oh um yeah.. My bad ig."

After the apology video, you give Eren one of your famous lectures.

"Eren you can't treat others like that just because you get a little upset. Remember what your therapist said about controlling your temper. You can't just do it when I'm around, you have to do it all the time.

Now Eren loves you to pieces but your lectures just do not help his ADHD mind.

So to shut you up, he does the only thing he knows how

Takes your breath and thoughts away with his passionate kisses.

His pattern is always the same

He pretends to listen, nodding occasionally, stands up and moves closer to you.

Grabs your jaw gently and tips your head back before capturing your lips into a sheering kiss that always leaves you breathless

"What were we talking about?"

"We were just going to get some food."

You're just as weak for Eren as he is for you <3

#eren x black reader #eren jaeger #eren aot #snk #aot headcanons #eren headcanons #eren yeager x black reader #black reader #eren has anger issues but is still sweet

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weirdestarrow · 3 years ago

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Any spare random America headcanons floating around?

Here’s some angsty stuff.

Honestly my America did do fucked up stuff, but now that his people has learned, he feels awful for doing it. He had so many panic attacks and alcohol issues after he realized how bad what he had done was, and was in this frantic state of wanting to make up for it. He was so confused and full of hate for himself. He didn’t know how to make up for it though, and his go to thing was “you can kill me to make up for what I’ve done to you. I deserve it, I’m a monster.”

He just wanted to make up for it, and didn’t know how, and with his childhood, he only really understood that you get revenge on people who wrong you, and really didn’t understand forgiveness all that much, especially if it was from someone who was not his family. But America doesn’t understand and thinks they should hurt him because America might have done awful things, but he has his own set of trauma from his time as Roanoke and his other experiences, and with what his father drilled into his head. And he things he should be hurt because he had done inexcusable things

America refuses to speak English to Hawaii for the longest time after that because he thinks that he needs to make up for it so he has to be better and he knows Hawaiian and he made that illegal so he should only speak it to Hawaii to make it up to her and while it’s touching, in a way, Hawaiian and the Native Tribes can see the desperation in America’s eyes and he tries to find some way to make it up to them since they won’t hurt him. America probably would have considered self-harm

But America starts off the whole thing by remembering what happened and locking himself in his room and drinking alcohol until he passes out, then repeats that a couple of times before the states get in and stop him.

America was just so depressed by it. He was quiet for the first couple of days, and just kinda had a horrified look on his face, and his eyes were distant. America was also trying to push the states away because “I’m a monster and I’m going to hurt you too”. America just wanted to make up for it so badly, but you can’t exactly make up for those things in the way America wished he could, so he just was in an ever growing pit of hopelessness. One that he thought was completely well deserved

America would insist Hawaii was right and that he was a monster. And America was different. He seemed sad, and didn’t show any other emotions other than guilt or sorrow. He just seemed lifeless, and it took a while for him to be snapped out of it

And then the Cuban Missile Crisis happens and it snaps America back to the present, the air of guilt that surrounded America had not left. But while America still had so much guilt, he wasn’t drowning in it anymore. And he hasn’t really gotten the time since. So it just festers and festers and builds up.

#countryhumans #countryhumans america #ask #weird’s headcanons

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hongjoongtrasher · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ FINAL PART : when they said something to hurt you.

I'm glad you've liked the previous part (part 1 and 2 here if you haven't read it yet), so here is a final to all this angsty reactions (if it is a reaction). Sorry if there are a lot of grammar errors, English not being my mother tongue -

Gosh this is going to be LONG please, bear with me ugh.

Hongjoong:

After this stormy episode of him totally lashing his stress out on you, he spent some time alone to think and reflect upon his trashy behaviour. He was genuinely aware of the massive efforts you were doing for his ass. Literally be patient and taking everything on you so he didn't have to feel more stressed. But today was different. He obviously went too far, saying those words horribly. Furthermore, he knew how hurt you've been because of him and now he didn't really know how to be forgiven. He always have been busy, always considering his work first and thought you were in an equal part of this, but seems he considered you taken for granted. The leader sighed heavily, rubbing his eyes not seeing any solutions at the moment. It's at this moment that Seonghwa entered the place. "Erm...Joong ?" he didn't answer, only Seonghwa could see how much his leader was in distress. "I heard from Y/N, mh I mean she told San who told me but anyway-" began the oldest before Hongjoong asked simply: "Have you come to scold me ?" A silence then. "No, I came to check on you." Seonghwa was always worried about his leader, since he knew the best how hardworking and diligent Hongjoong was, but today he felt like he was wrong. "You've acted like a real idiot this time" Hongjoong let a sarcastic laugh be heard as he slowly turned to face his friend. "Yeah, I know. Do you think she will forgive me ?" "Probably not easily." he answered honestly before continuing. "She told San she was tired of this, always being a shadow to you, erm...and nowadays she's been really stressed at work" A shadow ? Is this how you were seeing yourself as ? And on top of that, he was completely unaware of your work, how life has been going for you. This made the leader felt more guilty as he bite his lips. "So...What should I do ? Kneeling and beg her for forgiveness ?" Seonghwa sighed and put a comforting hand on the leader shoulder. "Sometimes actions are better than words".

And he left the studio, putting Hongjoong in a more difficult situation than he was already. What did he mean ? He thought about it again and again, watching without really watching his screen before it tilted inside his head. "THE SONG !!" he yelled at himself, feeling now very dumb. He had almost forgotten this track, a very secret one he composed for a long time. This song was special for him, it was a song which were written for you, and was conveying all of his feelings. He had to make you listen to this. A glance at his phone indicated it was already 3am in the morning, but sleep could wait. He spent the rest of the night finishing this track, or actually checking it before he saved a copy and directly sent it to you, praying you'd see it in the morning.

You'd spent the most horrible night of your life. Crying and turning under your blanket as you felt useless, no one. San proposed to come with Yunho, but you insisted to be alone, so they let you be, though they were worried. You only found sleep around two in the morning, tired for having crying most of the night. You woke up at six, your eyes hurting, puffy and red as fuck. Anyone could tell you've cried your eyeballs out. First you went to the bathroom to clean your face with cold water, your stuffy nose not helping in the process. After a while you returned to your bedroom and took your phone, not expecting to see a message from your boyfriend, or was he still yours ? At first you hesitated to open it, but finally did. No text, just an audio file. What was this ? Taking your headphone, you put them into your ear before clicking on the file, closing your eyes. At first, you were confused. You've never heard any melody like this one, so...calm, bubbly and soft. Soon Hongjoong's voice appeared with lyrics he surely had written and...you broke in tears again. This time not from sadness, but ...it was like a dream. You could heard his feelings, how much he loved you. You were ready to forgive him, but...it wasn't easy. Reconciliations were always difficult for both of you. Brushing this instantly aside, you rushed out from your apartment for going directly to Hongjoong's studio, in home wear, messy hair and "after crying faced" only to find him asleep on the couch. Panting, you rushed to jump on your boyfriend, sobbing again . This caused Hongjoong to wake up in surprise, confused. "Y-Y/N ?" why ? Why were you crying again ? After a while of you crying heavily on his shirt, he realised you probably came after hearing his song. His arms softly hooked around your tiny waist as one hand rubbed your back. "Shh...don't cry" he said, heartbroken to see you like this. "You dummy !" you yelled between two sobs. "I know." "I - I love you" "Me too, I'm sorry for being a huge dummy" he said with a gentle smile, holding your face to wipe your tears.

Seonghwa:

How rude he's been with you. It's only after hearing your answer that he realised you didn't deserve this. He wanted to chase after you, saying he was sorry, but too late, you slammed the door. Hongjoong came to their shared room before leaning at the door's frame, arching a brow at the oldest. "Can you explain to me what did just happen ?" he asked calmly before Seonghwa bite his lower tier. "I've been a jerk with her" he mumbled, not proud of himself this time. "Yeah, we saw this. You know, she only wanted to cheer you up. We all know you're having bad times because of vocal things, but you didn't have to lash out on her." His leader wasn't wrong, only himself was. "Hwa, go after her. It's not too late" said Hongjoong. "Now ?" Hongjoong sighed. "Yes now, not tomorrow or later" Seonghwa blinked, overthinking before his own body stood up and carried him outside the dorm, chasing after you desperately. He shouldn't have had been this way, he should have been thankful to have you by his side, always being cheerful and bright although sometimes you were hiding your own demons. But being a couple meant for the good and the worst right ? After running for a while, he stopped, panting his lungs on fire. He started to think. Where could you be now ? He remembered when you were sad or stressed, you used to go to Starbucks and get a drink full of sugar and whipped cream, that's how he thought you'd at the nearest one. Not minding people watching him when he opened the door, he eyed the room quickly before seeing you at the table across the entrance. He stepped inside and directly went to your seat as you were still sniffing with tears, your drink between your hands. Not expecting to see your boyfriend, you gasped when you finally realised he was standing here without saying anything. "Y/N.." You tried to gain composure, not wanting to appear fragile in front of him. "What are you doing here ? I thought you didn't want to see me" you croaked, looking away coldly. You heard him sitting before you and took your cold hands. "Y/N I'm sorry. I've been a jerk, you didn't deserve this- I know my work isn't an excuse for acting this way, I understand if you don't want to talk to me or-" "Shut up..." you mumbled, suddenly feeling embarrassed as more people were staring at you two. "I will do everything for you to forgive me, really." he said seriously, not quitting your face from his gaze. Some people were whispering and gossiping, and the more they did, the more you felt ridiculous. You stood up quickly and went straight to the exit with your double cold latte with whipped cream, your boyfriend following you closely. "Are you crazy Park Seonghwa ??? Did you forget you're an idole ? Huh ?? What are you going to do if they recognise you ?" You began to yell but Seonghwa stopped you by taking your free hand and said clearly. "Then I will just say you're my girlfriend and that I don't care, cause you deserve way more than this. Beside being an idole I'm a man, and I love you, there's nothing wrong with this, and if they don't like it, screw them !" you were shocked by his fearless answer, and you felt your heart melt again. You were definitely madly in love with him.

Yeosang:

He was aware of his jerk attitude, and as much as he felt guilty, he didn't know how to ask for your forgiveness. The members already scolded him for what he had said earlier but he knew better than anyone that you weren't ready to talk with. You were the type to be angry for a while, not letting space for any peaceful conversation until you'd calm down. He overthought for a while, thinking you'd probably dump him now and he wouldn't see you ever again, or you'd be so mad at him you'd just beat his ass. Tormented, Yunho looked at his friend before saying, not really sure to mingle in his friend's love problems: "Yeosang, I'm not sure about her being mad, I think she's ...sad ?" he said cautiously, nervous about Yeosang's answer. Sad ? He was really dumb. Of course you'd not be mad, or at least not as much as sad. After all he saw you crying when you left, and his motto was all ruined at this moment. "You're right...I should go see her." he said flatly, feeling really bad. "Huh, yeah I don't even understand why you're still here to be honest" said Yunho with a smile. Thanks to him, Yeosang found the courage to go to your apartment, with your favorite pastry from the bakery you both liked to go, and...flowers. Yeosang wasn't the type to make such lovey dovey stuffs, but this time it was important. Inhaling deeply in front of your door, he knocked once, shyly, not sure if you'd hear it. Then he knocked more frankly before hearing footsteps from behind the door and before he knew it, you were standing in front of him as much surprised as he was. "...What are you doing here ?" you asked, rather coldly. He cleared his throat before handling you shyly the flowers. "I...I came to apologise. I've been a real jerk to you earlier...I even promised myself I'd never make you cry, but I failed miserably" he said in a go, probably too embarrassed to say it confidently. There is a silence, as you fix your eyes on your shy boyfriend. Suddenly you wanted to laugh. How laughable it was to see Yeosang acts like he never did before. You can't bear it anymore and just burst out of laugh, laughing so much that you have to hold your hurting belly. Visibly confused, Yeosang frowned a bit. Why were you laughing ? "Oh my god...You're really something else" you said, calming down slowly before taking the flowers. He suddenly lifted his head in hope. "Does it mean you're forgiving me ?" You faked you're still thinking about it, humming in an exaggerate way. "Well, only if you let me eat this" you nudged your chin to the box he was carrying and which you spotted immediately before he gave you the flower. He smiled and shook his head. "Alright, it's all for you then"

San:

He had definitely crossed a line he shouldn't had. After you slammed the door at his nose, he tried to make you open it for a while, but you never opened it again. So he left, defeated. It was supposed to be a romantic moment for both of you since a while, and yet he ruined everything with his mouth. Sometimes he wished he just could rewind and change every thing. Even if he didn't like the dress, he could have accepted it since you were happy, but his selfishness and jealousy got over it and now he was alone, in his car without you. He took his phone, sending you texts. "Babe, I'm sorry, please, you know I didn't really mean it right ?" or "Please answer me, I'm really sorry." etc, but you didn't even open them since they were still on sent. Instead of going back to his dorm, he tried to call you this time. On the fifth time, he let a voice mail, taking a long breath before the beep. "Y/N, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to ruin our date like this, or just ruin it at all. The truth is...you were so pretty in this dress, so sexy that I don't want other men to see you in this, I wanted to be the only one to see you with. You're not a whore, you're not any of this. I'm selfish I know, but please, it's been so long since we went on a date...If you still want to see me...I'll be waiting in front of your building." And he locked his phone, leaning his head on the top of the steering wheel. He didn't know how long he waiting again but he suddenly heard the door of the passenger side opening, making him look at the person who opened it. It was you. With the same dress. He felt his heart stopped as you sat next to him, putting your seatbelt without a word. "Y/N ?" You looked straightforward you, and said simply. "Let's go, I guess the restaurant is still open" you muffled. He couldn't help but smiled happily as he turned the engine on, taking your hand in his before driving and said. "Thank you Y/N, thank you" and kissed the back of your delicate hand.

Yunho:

Since the incident at the practice room, Yunho didn't hear from you for a while. Hongjoong particularly scolded him about how rude he's been on you while you just wanted to wish them good luck for their performance. He knew it right, but at the moment he couldn't have helped but get angry at you. He knew as well it wasn't so like him to get carried away for nothing, so that's why he didn't really know what to do to make amend for you. He made his mind he would apologise right after their stage for Kingdom even if they boys thought it would be better to do it before. He knew you'd definitely watch them, root for them so he put all of his mind and body in this performance, hoping it would bring him luck. And it did since they snitched 1st place although they started low in the classement. When the MC asked Yunho how he felt about their win, the giant boy just shyly smiled before saying with a trembling voice. "I...It meant a lot for us, and to be able to be first is huge honour. We always want to show our best to our fans, Atiny. But today I...wanted to surpass myself for a certain person." Others groups were chatting among themselves, surprised by Yunho's declaration. Changmin, though he was as surprised as the others still asked professionally. "Oh, who would it be ?" Yunho smiled brightly and said confidently. "Y/N, my girlfriend." Some screams and gasps from shock could be heard in the giant room after Yunho pursued: "She's always been by my side and supports me with the best way she can, but lately...I've not been a good boyfriend to her, that's why I wanted to win, for her, and saying that I love her."

Right after the diffusion of this week episode which you've been watching with your friends, you sobbed like a little girl. How proud you were for your boyfriend, and the only thing you wanted now was to take him in your arms, feeling his arms around you. With shaking hands you took your phone to try to call Yunho, but he wasn't answering your call. That's at this very moment you heard the bell of your door and went for it, not expecting to see your boyfriend at your door. "H-hi" he said shyly. You dropped your phone and jumped directly in his arms, crying again. "You're an idiot Jung Yunho...But I love you". He nuzzled the top of your head as he hugged you back tightly. "I love you too, little one."

Wooyoung:

wede Wooyoung always said honestly what he was thinking, and everyone's used to it, so he thought his remarks about your skill about cooking would pass easily, but he was wrong. At first he didn't understand your reaction, why you left like this as he was only joking, or he thought so. Seonghwa nagged at him after you left, saying how rude he's been and at least he could shut his mouth. He felt really guilty. He was the one who made you loose confidence about you, when he knew you're always trying your best. And this time, he really screwed things up. Worst than this, when he ate the cake you'd made, he realised it was really good, and his unfounded claims were really mean. Gathering his courage, he showed up at your workplace, waiting for you at the exit. At first, you didn't want to see him, you haven't digested yet what he'd said to you. But with an expressionless face, you finally appeared in front of him. "Y/N- listen, I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have said those horrible jokes. No, I mean, I didn't mean what I said, the cake was really good." he tried to say quickly, afraid you'd just brush him away. After listening to his words, you just sighed and said "You're really a jerk sometimes you know that ? Maybe I'm not good at some things, but it doesn't give you the right to bash me out like this in front of everyone. Do you understand Wooyoung ?" he looked down at his feet and nodded, muttering "I'm sorry". "Fine, if you're really sorry, you better cook something too" you smirked, a sign from you that you're half forgiving him. "What ? Wait-" he looked at you astonished. "I don't know what to cook" "Huh, well not my problem" you sticked your tongue out to him and caught his arm in yours.

Mingi:

Mingi's been aware that his words probably upset you. But he needed to find himself again, to get right on tracks by himself even if he was thankful towards you, taking care of him for so long and everything. But he felt like it was his duty to make his comeback to the team his, from A to Z. He hoped you would understand, but after you left him alone, he felt guilty to suddenly reject you. The first day of his comeback into the team, Mingi felt really nervous. He wished he could call you and talk to you as he used to, but since that day he didn't dare to contact you. Instead he sent you a long message, saying how much he missed you and felt really nervous. That he was sorry for what he's said and how much you counted for him. He knew deep inside his mind that you had understood his reasons to act this way, and he was right. After reading his text, you couldn't help but fall in love all over again for Mingi. He was so sweet and pure that you couldn't hold grudges against him. You texted back saying "Everything's gonna be alright. Fighting ! I love you" which reassured the rapper.

Jongho:

Although Jongho was the youngest from the team, he was really mature and hated childish behaviour when it comes for his relationship. The fact you got jealous and as a result, acted this way got him angry. For him, the fact he was dating you was a proof of his choice, and love. Things weren't bad with his ex, so he didn't see why he would cut the rope from her, and he expected you to understand his point of view. After calming down on his own, he also realised his reaction must not have been mature as well. He took more time to think about how he was going to reconcile with you, but things shouldn't stay this way. He expected you to be at your place, and directly knocked at the door, feeling nervous. "Y/N ?" he called out for you. It took a moment before you opened the door, clearly still furious about what happened earlier. "What ? Aren't you with Mina yet ?" you spatted out, maybe too agressive than you wished. Jongho took on himself not to react to this again, instead sighing softly. "Baby, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted this way." he began, trying to be the most sincere he was. "You're the only one for me, you know it right ? But you see, Mina is indeed my ex, but it doesn't mean I'm on bad terms with her, and it also means that nothing will happen with her anymore. Because I love you so much and no one else"

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Italian Heart

Pairing: Bucky x Italian!MobBoss!Reader

Word Count: 4,867

Warnings: canon level violence, possible inaccurate italian slang lol

A/N: ive been watching a lot of the sopranos lately and i feel like ive never seen a bucky x mob boss reader au (ive only rlly seen em where buckys the mob boss. if there are ones where reader is the mob boss PLS SEND EM TO ME I BEG) a lot of the slang and mob stuff here is from sopranos bc... im not in the fucking mafia so forgive me anyway enjoy :)<3

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Bucky’s never seen a woman quite like yourself.

Dressed in expensive satin and jewelry that hangs between your breasts, an angry look on your face at the fact you’re sitting before him and Sam in an interrogation room in the tower. Freshly done nails, clean and crisp lipstick, spicy perfume, and an expression of annoyance.

As put together as you look, you don’t look like someone to be fucked with. Which, he supposes is good for a mobster; the Boss of Newark.

Looking at you, though, he’d never thought you to be such a figure of intimidation. While the mafia is still alive, despite how the media tries to deny this, he always pictured an old Italian man that chain smokes cigars. He doesn’t think he’s too far off, to his credit; he can smell the remnants of smoke on you.

“Mind if we make this fast? My cousin’s comin’ for dinner and I was gonna make ziti.” You huff, crossing your legs under the table.

“Sounds delicious. Sorry for dragging you all the way out here.” Sam says, a calm look on his face even though he’s well aware of what you’re capable of.

When hunting down the last traces of the super soldier serum, he never thought Nick Fury himself would suggest getting in touch with you. He didn’t think it was worth the time to question how the two of you knew each other.

Theft. Drugs. Murder. Bribery. The list goes on, and there’s not a single thing that ties you to any of it.

A shrug of your shoulders, “So, what exactly is this about?” You ask.

“What is it that you do for a living?” Sam asks.

“I work in waste management.” You respond, a rehearsed answer.

Not exactly a lie, the environmental facility you manage is one of hundreds of covers used by your crew for your crimes. Environmental facilities, deli shops, strip clubs, auto shops. There isn’t a business in Jersey you aren’t tied to.

“Waste management? Like, garbage disposal?” Bucky asks, knowing exactly what it is you do for work.

You smirk, “Yeah, we dispose of garbage sometimes. What’s that got to do with me being here?”

“It’s to my understanding that you’re in the business of… buying and selling things. You and… the people you hang around got a real knack for it.” Sam tells you.

Bucky holds back a roll of his eyes. More like stealing and selling. Expensive Italian suits, antique watches, cars, electronics, illegal cigars. Who knows what else.

“I don’t know where you heard that… but I’m a popular gal, maybe I know a guy who might know a guy. What are you lookin’ for?” You ask.

You know this game, after being in the mob for so long. After being a part of your own crew for years, your patience and hard work paid off, working your way up to a captain and finally a boss. It didn’t take you long to learn in this business that government officials are jokes. Always wanting to bust my balls and then come crying to my corner for help, it’s a bunch of ugatz.

“Serums.” Bucky finally speaks.

A laugh escapes you, “What, like vitamin C?” You teasingly smirk at him.

His chair makes a loud sound in the small room as he pushes it back harshly and stands, resting his hands on the table in between the two of you. You don’t flinch.

“Enough with the bullshit. Super serums. To create super soldiers. We need to get them before they end up in the wrong hands and make a big ass mess.” He snaps at you, but you don’t seem phased in the slightest. In fact, you seem rather amused.

“You must have a lot of agita with all that anger, Sergeant Barnes.”

He doesn’t hold back this time and rolls his eyes before you speak up again, “Your first name is James, isn’t it? Ain’t that Italian?”

“No, it’s English. Or Scottish. Or Jewish - I don’t know, who cares? Are you gonna help us or not?” Bucky takes his seat again, crossing his thick arms over his broad chest.

“What’s in it for me?” You ask, leaning back in your chair.

“Not being arrested for all the shit we know you’re caught up in.” Sam offers.

You roll your own eyes this time, “I’ll take my chances. Thanks for wasting my time, boys, don’t let it happen again.” You stand, prepared to make your way back to the train station to go back to Jersey.

“Wait,” Sam stops you, “What is it that you want?”

You smile innocently and take your seat again, taking a minute to think before answering, “My little sister’s a big fan of yours. I’m sure she and all her friends would think it’s cool if you showed up to her prom as her date.” You wink at Sam.

Silence fills the room as the men think about your request.

“You’re gonna do it, right?” Bucky looks over at him and sees Sam rubbing the crease in between his eyes. He was expecting you to ask for immunity, protection, money, guns. But after hearing your request, he supposes you have enough of all that stuff anyway.

“Man -” Sam begins to refuse.

“Sam, it’s a fucking school dance in exchange for some of the most powerful and sought after serums on the planet - go to the fucking prom.” He tells him, eyebrows scrunching in confusion as to how he would hesitate on something so simple.

“She’s eighteen, so you won’t have any problems with the media or none of that.” You add, the information not really making Sam feel any better.

“Alright, alright, fine. I’ll go to the dance with your sister if you help us get these serums.”

You smile, happy to have done business with the two men, “What information do ya got for me?”

…

Bucky and Sam wait outside a back room in the facility you own. They passed the garbage trucks parked neatly outside, but could hear your screaming and the smell of Cuban cigars as soon as they entered the building.

She’s with a customer, they were told, by someone in your crew, them meeting Bucky’s expectations for mobsters more than you did. None of them ask any questions, but Bucky and Sam aren’t stupid, they’re sure your crew is aware of what’s going on and know the exact reason they’re there.

“You’re a fuckin’ asshole, you know that? The Bible says, Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit -”

“You listen to me, you take your Bible and your quotations book and shove it up your fat fucking ass! Now get the fuck out of my face!”

Bucky can’t help but scoff listening to you scream at whoever’s inside. Sam elbows him, silently telling him that now isn’t the time to find your work funny, especially not in front of the rest of your crew.

Bucky knows he’s old-fashioned, and while things that were taboo such as body modifications or certain fashion styles don’t phase him anymore, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to hearing a woman talk like that. He doesn’t think he’s ever even heard anybody talk like you do.

Suddenly a man bursts out of the room, huffing and puffing, and you walk slowly behind him, as if to make sure he makes it outside okay.

“Grab his plate for me, will you?” You say not to anyone in particular, voice smooth and calm as if you hadn’t been yelling and threatening that man’s life for the past twenty minutes.

One of the men from your crew follows outside, seemingly to collect the license plate of the man who just left.

“Nothing’s gonna happen to that guy, right?” Sam asks as he and Bucky enter the room, taking a seat in front of the desk you have in there. He knows there’s no point in asking, that you’ll do whatever you want regardless because it’s obvious you’re passionate about receiving respect, but it was worth a shot.

“Is that what you came all the way to Jersey to ask me? Christ, I’m fuckin’ starving, you boys want anything to eat?” You ask, accent heavy as you reach into the side drawer of your desk and pull out what seems to be some kind of meat wrapped in paper.

“Gabagool?” You offer to them, picking out a slice for yourself and placing it in your mouth.

“Gesundheit.” Sam responds.

“It’s pork, you asshole.”

Bucky silently reaches over and picks off a slice of the cured cold cut, putting the meat in his mouth and savoring the flavor. While he can’t stand the way you make a living or the sailor’s mouth you have, he loves Italian food, and actually chose a neighborhood in New York that has plenty of traditional cold cut markets and restaurants to live in in order to fulfill his cravings.

“There’s a big party staged downtown this weekend, we think that’s when the drop is going to happen.” Sam tells you, bringing the focus to their reason for coming here in the first place.

“I’ll send one of my boys.” You reply in between your chews.

“That wasn’t the deal. The deal was you get the serums.” Bucky speaks up.

“Buck, you know how many people want her dead?” Sam tries to reason.

“What the fuck do I have a crew for then? - No, if pretty boy wants me to do it myself, then I will. The same people that want my head are the same fucks who are terrified to be within twenty feet of me in fear they’ll make eye contact. I’m not scared of nothin’.” You say, narrowing your eyes at Bucky.

“What did you guys come here to talk about?” You ask.

Sam looks confused at your expression, “...To go over the plan? Hash out details? So you know how everything’s gonna go?”

“I’ll be fine; I’ve seen The Godfather once or twice,” You tell him, wrapping up the cappo, after Bucky picks off one last slice, and replacing it in the drawer, “Don’t worry Captain, this ain’t my first rodeo. I’ll get the serums for you.” You open a different drawer and pull out a cigar and a lighter.

Bucky watches as you place the large cigar in between your red-painted lips, bringing the flame of your lighter to the end and hollowing your cheeks until smoke exits from the corner of your mouth. Bucky feels blood travel south as his eyes glaze over your hand grab the cigar out of your mouth and blow out a long string of smoke.

“I guess we’ll be in touch then,” Sam stands and Bucky follows after.

“My sister’s wearing blue, so find yourself a nice tie.” You call out, lifting your feet up to cross them on the desk, dress rising and showing your legs.

Bucky blushes, and then laughs as he exits when he hears you, in a deep and more exaggerated accent than your own, “Just when I thought I was out… they pull me back in!”

…

The morning of the party, Sam and Bucky pick you up from your house, planning to take you into New York to discuss final details before tonight.

You get in the passenger seat, Sam offering it to you and climbing in the backseat. As Bucky begins to drive off, your phone rings.

“I told you to leave that.” Bucky says, telling you explicitly to leave electronics here to prevent anyone finding out where you are, and also to avoid any distractions.

“Wanted to see what you’d about it, Sarge,” You wink at him, pulling out a flip phone and answering the call.

“Yeah… Uh huh… He what? Are you fucking kidding me?... Alright… Tell him not to move a fucking muscle.” You hang up, slamming the phone closed.

“Stop at the facility for a sec, I gotta take care of something.” Bucky sighs and turns away from the route to head to your facility.

“Bucky’s going to be going with you tonight, by the way, he’ll be in disguise. Just in case anything goes wrong.” Sam tells you, not really caring anymore about having to make a stop for you to take care of whatever business you need to take care of.

Your only response is a hum as Bucky can feel the anger radiating off your now tense body.

You slam the car door shut as Bucky parks behind a garbage truck outside, not even waiting for him to fully put the car in park before you exit.

Him and Sam follow quickly behind you to see what’s going on. You enter through a side door that leads to a large room, a garage for the trucks, Bucky assumes.

There’s a large truck inside, and racks of suits wrapped in plastic scattered around. A younger man stands near the truck as your crew peruses around the racks, he couldn’t be older than twenty-five years old. Your heels click on the ground as you approach, slowing down as you glance between the suits and the young man. Bucky and Sam hang around a few feet behind your trail.

You stop, fuming, staring at the man before you speak, “You wanna tell me what the fuck happened?”

“I -” He begins, but you cut him off, raising an open hand at him.

“Actually, I don’t even want to hear your fucking voice right now. Because if what I heard you did is true; if what you did to Vinny’s guy is true, you’re gonna be a fuck load of trouble.”

“Can I -”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“But -”

“I said shut the fuck up, Christopher! What part of that don’t you understand?” You yell, and even Bucky feels intimidated.

You turn to your crew, “What the fuck happened.” You demand, more than ask.

“Kid says he tried to take the truck, Vinny’s guy had a gun that fell outta the seat, went off, shot him.” One of the men summarizes, not looking up from the rack of suits.

You raise a manicured hand to pinch between your eyes, “You keep me skinny, Christopher, with all the fucking stress you cause me.”

“Would you let me explain?” He tries.

“If you don’t do as I told you and shut your fucking mouth, you’re gonna be buried with two assholes,” You threaten before continuing.

“They were fuckin’ suits! All you had to do was take the truck! How did you fuck that up -” You stop yourself and sigh, attempting to calm yourself down.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna take all this shit, you’re gonna take it back to Vinny, and you’re gonna tell him what happened yourself.” You finish.

“Marone!” He exclaims, rubbing his face with his hands.

“Enough with the theatrics! You’re lucky I don’t put a bullet in your ass! Now, I don’t see you grabbing that rack and that rack and that rack and putting it back in the truck!” You wave your arms around the room.

The kid sighs and begins grabbing the racks one by one and rolling them back in the truck.

“Would it be such a shame if they all went back?” An older man from your crew asks, already wearing one of the expensive suits. You scoff and laugh.

“Bucky, pick yourself somethin’ nice for tonight,'' You turn to face him, and he jumps at the sound of your now calmer voice being directed at him, as opposed to the harsh one used on Christopher, “On me.” You wink.

...

Sam and Bucky sit on the bed and watch as you get ready. A small apartment near the party that’s already been swept for bugs. A favor, you called it, from someone you know.

They don’t question it.

“You and Bucky will go in together and I’ll be waiting at a secondary location watching and listening to everything.”

Bucky can’t tear his eyes away from your dress. A mermaid dress, he thinks it is, black and tight and hugging you in all the right places, curving around your ass and sleeveless at the top, allowing you to show off a nice necklace and your cleavage. It’s an understatement to say that he’ll enjoy accompanying you tonight, even if it’s in a costume.

His mother probably would’ve loved it if he would’ve gotten with someone like you. Someone who loves their family, a spitfire that wouldn’t take any of his shit, and whose god damn gorgeous. She might’ve had to wash your mouth out with soap, though.

“So, why is Bucky goin’ again?”

“Safety.” Bucky answers.

“Is he going for my safety or am I going for his?” You tease, finishing the last few curls of your hair, smoke coming from the iron after each time you pull your hair away from it.

“Once you find our guy, get talking with him and see if you can get him to make you an offer,” He begins.

“One I can’t refuse?”

“Then, you’ll try and get him alone, see if he’ll show you the serums, and once you do, we’ll be taking care of the rest.” Sam finishes explaining.

Bucky plucks a box from his pocket and opens it to reveal a pair of diamond earrings. One, a camera, and the other, a microphone. You’re also given a comm to hide in your ear so both him and Sam can hear everything and you can hear them.

“Easy - peasy.” You respond.

The ballroom is lively, loud music and people everywhere, and Bucky attunes all the action overwhelming him to a sweat and not that fact that you’re pressed up against him, his arm wrapped around your waist.

About a hundred different people come up to greet you, asking about your family, offering you drinks and food. Bucky can see right through all of them though; they’re all putting on the act out of fear. Everyone’s attention is on you, and Bucky’s sure if he wasn’t in disguise right now, no one would even notice.

You bring him to the middle of the crowd and he can’t be surprised when you start to dance with him, pulling at his arms to get him to loosen up. He complies, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close as the two of you move together.

“I’ll let you know when I spot him.” He tells you, voice causing goosebumps to rise on your neck; goosebumps that he notices but doesn’t point out.

It only takes a song or two before he spots who he’s looking for and sends you over, making sure your com is on, and choosing to stick by the bar, giving him a good view of you and allowing himself a break of having your body pressed against his.

He’s impressed listening to you talk to this guy, voice smooth and sultry, yet still commanding.

He knows there was a lot of talk when you took position as boss; not a lot of people in the mob took you seriously and didn’t think you or a woman in general would be good in that kind of position in power. So, you use that to your advantage to get shit done, and Bucky applauds you for that.

It’s not long before the guy offers to go somewhere more private to discuss business and Bucky follows far behind, Sam praising you through the coms from where he waits in the car outside, watching through the camera in your earring.

Bucky waits outside of a closed office door upstairs, listening to the conversation through the coms but hearing your exclamation through the door when the guys give you his asking price.

“5 mil each?! What do you take me for, some kinda stunad?”

“Take it or leave it.”

“Take it or leave it, yeah, I can put a bullet between your eyes and take it, alright.”

“Stop messing around and take the offer, it’s not real anyway!” Sam tells you, not wanting to lose their chance on the serums.

You ignore him prioritizing your need for respect over the stupid mission, “How do I know these aren’t Kool-Aid pouches poured in glass bottles?”

“Well, I’m certainly not going to test ‘em out for you.” The guy scoffs.

“Stronzo. You’re outta your fucking mind offering me that.”

“I’ll lower the price for you if you give me a little dance, how ‘bout that?”

“Vaffanculo.” You curse at him.

“Up yours, lady!” He yells back, and Sam sees through the camera, he grabs at you.

“Buck, get in there.” Sam tells him, and it only takes Bucky a second to kick open the door.

He’s a bit taken aback when he not only sees the case of serums out on the table, but you holding the man bent over the small table in the middle of the room next to the serums, gun held to the back of his head.

He very quickly decides that you’re fine and moves to grab the serums, closing the case and holding it securely in his left hand.

“Don’t kill the guy.”

You stay silent and Bucky looks at you again. He can almost see the steam coming out of your ears and he notices a small cut on your cheek bone. He looks down to the man’s cowering figure and notices a large ring on his hand.

You mumble something in Italian to the man, a threat of some kind that Bucky can guess given how the man shuts his eyes and shakes a bit under your hold. Sam finally enters the room, military grade handcuffs in hand.

“Feds are on their way, get her out of here.” He tells Bucky.

You slowly lift the gun off the man’s head and stand up straighter, walking over to brush past Bucky in the direction of the back door.

He makes eye contact with Sam and gives him a nod before following after you, watching as you scrunch up the bottom of your dress to replace the gun in an ankle holster. Once outside, he stops you under a street light near the car and raises his hand to look at your cheek.

“We gotta get going,” You swat at his hand.

“You’re still bleeding.” He says, using his thumb to brush away the line of blood, smearing a red tinge on your skin.

He looks into your eyes and for a second he sees the tough exterior drop. The face of someone who got smacked across the cheek all for mouthing off at some asshole.

Your vulnerability doesn’t last long, though, as you sniff and walk towards the car, opening the passenger door and sitting inside before Bucky can make it over there to open the door for you.

The drive back to the apartment is silent, and Bucky doesn’t know what to do or say to fill the silence. Stepping into the apartment, you immediately go to change and collect your things. Bucky moves to the bathroom to look for a first aid kit of some kind.

He meets you in the room and you’re now in cotton pants and a large t-shirt, sandals on your feet showing the bright red color of your toenails and the lines indented in your skin from how tight your heels were. You’re hanging up the dress and zipping it back in the cover when Bucky drops the first aid kit on the bed.

“Christ, it’s only a small cut.” You mumble.

“Just - Let me, would you?”

He takes out the liquid of disinfectant and soaks a cotton pad, cleaning off your cheek bone with it before covering it with healing ointment and a bandaid.

You don’t thank him when he finishes and he huffs as he closes the kit, “When do you drop the act, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Really?” Bucky asks in annoyed disbelief.

“No. People tend to try and have me whacked when I drop the act.”

He sighs, “So, what, nobody ever takes care of you? Treats you? You don’t have any days off? Time to be yourself?”

“This lifestyle doesn’t really allow me to have days off, Sergeant Barnes.” You snap, gathering the dress in your hands and turning to face him completely.

“Take me home, I’m tired and my feet hurt.”

You leave him in the room and he waits an extra few seconds before dropping the conversation and following you out.

...

Bucky opens the back door to the environmental facility with his right hand and sees the door to your office open, you and your crew sitting together surrounded by cigar smoke and he can hear a TV on.

“Sir, please step into the vehicle.”

“Like the cop would be callin’ this asshole Sir if the fuckin’ cameras weren’t around!” You wave a hand at the TV, not yet seeing Bucky standing there.

He finds it funny that the gnarliest criminals - the literal Mafia - spend their time watching shitty, scripted cop shows.

It’s been about two weeks since the mission with you where you retrieved the serums. Sam went to prom with your sister five days ago, which was hilarious for him, especially when he got photo prints of different sizes in the mail at his apartment. He didn’t bother thinking about how you found his address.

One of the men sitting next to you glances his way and sees him standing there, smirking at the vision of him; hair combed slightly back and to the side, and a large bouquet of flowers in his right hand and a small paper box in his left.

“You got company, Boss.” He says.

You look over to the doorway and your jaw drops in an open-mouthed smile.

“Look at googootz! Now this is a man that knows how to treat a lady, are you boys paying attention?” You tease, scurrying over to him and pinching one of his cheeks, resting your free hand on his large bicep to guide him into the room, the rest of your crew ushering out to give the two of you privacy.

“What’s in the box?”

“Cannoli.”

You throw your head back with an exaggerated moan, “You know the way to an Italian woman’s heart, Sergeant Barnes. What’s with all the gifts?”

“Thought I’d treat you.” Is all his response is.

You narrow your eyes at him and stand up a little straighter, crossing your arms over your chest.

The last conversation before he dropped you off that night hasn’t escaped his mind. He understands the difficulties of life - how it’s hard to find time for yourself among the busy schedule that is existing. He catches himself sometimes, too, forcing his body to run with no sleep, burning through all of his energy until he’s completely drained and blaming it on life.

But life’s not always like that. Life allows for days off. For treats. For a bit of kindness. And Bucky’s come to show you just that.

“What, a beautiful woman like you never received flowers and pastries before?” He says, taking a half-step forward to be close enough to look you closer in the eyes.

“Are you flirting with me?” You whisper in amusement.

His eyes glance away from yours to look down at your red-painted lips. He gives you a shy smirk, really turning up the charm. For a big, bad, boss, you’re pretty easy to break down.

“Let me take you out tonight.”

“Maybe I’ve got plans.”

“Cancel ‘em.”

“What makes you think you’re worth canceling plans for?”

“Why don’t you trust me and find out?”

“You should know by now, Sergeant Barnes, that I don’t trust.”

He doesn’t respond for a moment, setting the box of cannoli on your desk before reaching his now free hand up to your face, using his finger to brush away a stray hair and push it behind your ear.

He then takes a hold of one of your hands, turning it over to place a kiss on the top of it, before wrapping your fingers around the flowers in his other hand, forcing you to take them.

“No restaurant you’ve been to a hundred times over, no drama, no business. Just a man trying to treat a lady.” You look down at the flowers before meeting his eyes again.

“I get to pick the place.”

“No.”

“The kind of food.”

“No.”

“The -”

“No. Let me take care of everything.” Bucky insists, determined to get you to give up control for the first time in what he can only imagine has been a very long time.

Bucky knows better than anyone how terrifying it is to give up control. It was terrifying when he was forced to give up control, his free will taken away from him in the war for decades upon decades, but it’s terrifying even now when he has to do it as a free man. It makes a person vulnerable. When was the last time you were allowed to be vulnerable for somebody?

“I’m gonna pick you up here at six. Wear something nice and leave the executive attitude at home.” He finishes, leaving you with the flowers and cannoli before returning back outside, ignoring the stares he receives from you crew who wait patiently outside your office.

He feels your eyes follow him at the door, and he can’t wait to sweep you off your feet tonight.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes mob au #bucky barnes x mobboss!reader #mob au #marvel #bucky barnes au #bucky barnes oneshot #even tho bucky wants her to give up control we all know he prob likes being yelled atin italian #and that the real reason he wants to take you out

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I wonder, Slashers do something that makes their S / O very hurt (maybe they said something they shouldn't have or something else) they turn around and find their S / O crying, she says "Why do you hate me? I love you, but I'm making you suffer ... do you want me to leave? "

First off, ouch 😭

How the Slashers react to hurting their s/o

“Why do you hate me? I love you, but I’m making you suffer... do you want me to leave?”

Thomas Hewitt

Okay tbh our bab Tommy would never do anything to hurt his S/O. Like... ever

But hearing you say those words in pain? He wished he was dead, so that your pain would end.

This situation makes him so stressed he sees black spots and he gets dizzy. He starts to hate himself entirely 😭🥀🖤

How could he ever hurt you? His love, his light, his angel?💖🖤

You can see he is hesitant, but his eyes tell everything. They swirl with regret and desperation for your forgiveness—

He just stares into your eyes as they well up, and he wants to reach out to wrap his arms around you— in the familiar warmth— but he falters

His hands are no longer worthy of you

He ends up running away.

GO AFTER HIMMMMM😭😭💖💖💕💕

Jason Vorhees

The only time he hurts you like so is on ACCIDENT. He’s too soft 🥺💖

If he could speak, he would say, “Don’t leave Jason.”

Over and over again.

Soft and stoic abt it, but internally, he’s wrenching in pain

He wants so desperately to tell you he loves you more than anything— that he’s sorry

But nothing emits from his deteriorating gash of a mouth

His eyes tell you a thousand times he’s sorry, he wants to go to his knees and beg for you to forgive him— beg you not to leave him 🥀

How could you say that? He’s genuinely confused, because you’ve never done anything to upset him😞💖

You’ve only been his sweet angel, who brings him joy and happiness, and loved him through everything ☀️🌷💕

He would shed oceans of blood for you❤️

It hurts him beyond consolation, so be upset, be cross, but do not leave him 🥀

Michael Myers

First off. No.

Stoic man is stoic

But internally he’s like, “I need u, dumb bitch.” uWu ❤️

You will get no reaction from him WHATSOEVER

He will stand there idly while you stare back, waiting for a response. Just know you’re wasting your time if you wanted a reaction.

I know it says “do you want me to leave?”, but if you tried, lol I dare you to even act remotely suspicious near a door or window.

He is EXTREMELY possessive and the thought of letting you slip through his fingers brings him tremendous rage.

Don’t stare too long and challange him tho uWu he will probably break you 🤭❣️(not in the fun way)

Blocks his emotions out of instinct so he probably won’t feel bad because of what you said.

I recommend distancing yourself and stop doing things for him if you really want an answer. He’ll realize he needs you, emotionally and all.

He’ll go out to kill some lady for her jewelry and leave out a couple necklaces and rings he thinks you’ll like, and that’s as close to an apology he’ll ever get 😊💜

Bubba Sawyer

U did not just say that 🥺

Even moreso than Thomas or Jason, he will n e v e r be mad at u or give u the impression that he hates u

If u ever said that to him, he would probably stare down at you, his eyes welling in pain before it all comes crashing down—

“Why would u say that Y/n” 😭😭

He’s a dramatic boo so he’ll probably drop to his knees and hug your waist, sobbing.

He might blubber out, “no leave bubbb.... *hiccup* no leave—“

He’s probably more of the vocal slashers, assuring you in broken English that he loves you and doesn’t want you to leave. 😭💖💕

Bo Sinclair

Looks behind him at you, before turning away and leaving.

This man doesn’t do emotion. Uwu 🖤

Tbh he’s embarrassed to be in this situation and puts the guilt on himself 💔🥺

He’s all in his head about this, to be honest 🥺

He probably will treat you like normal, hoping you forget about it and get over it lol

PDA doesn’t change a bit uWu. Whether you’re mad or happy, you’re Bo’s and nothing can change that hon. U don’t have a say in the matter uWu 🥀💖💖

But in his head he tries to think about what he did wrong, blames himself for a lot of stuff, and begins to think he’s not worthy of you 💔💔🥺🥀

This is when he’ll be very remorseful and at most will probably stroke your cheek while gazing intensely at you when you’re sleeping, and just a lot of lingering touches.

Just know that he’s sorry, even though he doesn’t say it 🥺💖💕

Brahms Heelshire

100% lil shit will dote on you with affection like “noooo dont leaveeeee 😏”secretly already prepared for your eventual escape with like 400 diff traps and a panic room

“I need youuuuu to make me cereal” 🥺🥺💕💖💕💖

Super touchy, uses his child voice to coax you into his arms as he gives you affection and love uWu

Will probably make u forget everything in the span of five minutes as he probably attaches himself to your leg and calls u sweet names in his child voice lell 💕💖😊

Tbh I don’t really see Brahms feeling necessarily bad about how you feel. He probably doesn’t understand the concept of healthy love so, hearing you say that stuff makes him think you’re not going to do things for him

Uwu sorry he’s like Michael but a brat🤭💕

So he’ll make sure you don’t think that uWu 😚💖 he’ll probably make u a pb and j with milk and cuddle u while u eat and sneak a few bites

Hope u liked ittt 💖💖

#slashers #thomas hewitt #Jason Vorhees #Michael Myers #bubba Sawyer #bo sinclair #Brahms Heelshire #slasher headcannons #thomas hewitt headcannon #jason vorhees headcannon #michael myers headcannon #bubba sawyer headcanons #bo sinclair headcannon #brahms heelshire headcanons

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blessednereid · 3 years ago

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Dinners, Apologies, and Bowling Alleys: LFLLLL Pt.4

Series Masterlist

Masterlist

Taglist: @rogershoe @woodxweasley

Mentions: Police investigations, dead bodies, animal attacks, implied abuse, sexual implications, emancipation, cursing, half-naked massages, use of the word “Kinky”

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Dinner

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Your dad pulled into the driveway of the Lahey family residence.

When he opened the door and greeted you, his voice was sickly sweet, and you could tell that the dinner wasn't going to be pleasant.

.•° ✿ °•.

°•. ✿ .•°

"That was… something," your dad said as he opened the door to your house and allowed you and Isaac to walk inside.

.•° ✿ °•.

°•. ✿ .•°

Within thirty minutes, the dinner soon turned passively hostile, and it seemed like there was no way out.

"So, Sheriff Stilinsk-"

"Please, call me Noah."

Mr. Lahey smiled sourly before continuing. "Your daughter and my son have been dating for quite a while now. Yet, this is the first time we meet."

"Oh, well. The role of being a sheriff is very strenuous and time-consuming."

The tension in the room could be cut with a knife, and you were anticipating the thing that would cause everything to blow up.

"I find it quite unfortunate that the circumstances we meet are due to my son being involved in a murder investigation."

You noticed how your dad looked confused for a second, but that look was soon wiped away.

"Yes, well. Finding a dead body is something that would cause you to end up in that situation."

.•° ✿ °•.

°•. ✿ .•°

"Alright, Kids. Go to bed."

You nodded before you walked up the stairs.

"Isaac, you…" Isaac waited for instruction from your dad.

Noah sighed before speaking. "It's been a rough night. Just… No funny business."

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°•. ✿ .•°

Mr. Lahey continued speaking. "So, you've recently taken my son into your household, and now he's in a murder investigation."

"There is no causation here. He could've as easily found a dead body that is part of a murder investigation under your household."

Mr. Lahey squinted, and you realized the kindling was added to the flame.

"Are you questioning my parenting skills? Noah," He added resentfully.

"Are you questioning mine?"

.•° ✿ °•.

°•. ✿ .•°

"Isaac."

He let out a deep breath before turning to face you.

"It's gonna be alright."

.•° ✿ °•.

°•. ✿ .•°

"You know, I don't think it's okay for my child to be in your house anymore. He is legally in my custody, and him involved in anything involving the law comes back to me."

You and Isaac widened your eyes, and your dad made a brief glance at you and saw the panic in your eyes.

"Well, maybe him being in my house is better. I can protect him in certain ways seeing as how I am the Sheriff. You own a graveyard. Your son finding a dead body could be a telltale sign that you may be trying to drum up business."

He paused. "Even if it's not true, of course."

"I mean, you are a cop. Are you not? Your job is to find the bodies, and not only did my son who is dating your daughter find the body, but it could also be a way to raise your own paycheck." Mr. Lahey chuckled as he spoke; his words were laced with venom.

Your dad grinned, but it didn't reach his eyes. "It's not my job to find bodies, quite the opposite. And, I assure you, I would not kill someone for a paycheck."

Your dad wiped his mouth and rose from the table.

"Mr. Lahey, I think it's time for us to go."

The burly man grimaced in response. "Alright, well- Isaac. Go to your room."

"Oh no. I don't think you understand. I have to take Isaac in for a statement. He's coming with me."

"I don't think you understand. He is my son. He's staying with me."

While they continued their argument, you and Isaac slipped out the door and headed to the car.

"Hey, babe… are you okay?"

He sighed. "No… I just want this to be over, Y/n."

"It's just two more years, Isaac. And you're going to be with me most of that time."

"I can't do this anymore!"

"What do you mean?"

He looked at you with a solemn expression.

"I think I'm gonna run away."

You widened your eyes and nearly choked. "What do you mean? You can't run away?"

"Y/n, I can't stay here where he's always able to do this!"

"Then we'll figure something out! Just give me time. Till next Friday! I promise… Just… Just give me time."

He saw the tears in your eyes and pulled you into his arms.

You gasped for air as you cried against his chest.

"Give me a week, and If I can't find something, I'll go with you-"

"N/n, I can't ask you to do that."

"You're not asking me. I'm telling you."

He frowned. "You have a life here. Don't throw that away."

"What? And leave you to run away on your own? Possibly die? I couldn't do that. I couldn't live like that, not knowing where you are."

"I would tell you."

"Of course you couldn't," you frowned. "I'd be the first person the police ask after your dad and mine."

"Besides, I wouldn't stay if I knew where you were anyway. I'd come to find you."

You wrapped your arms around Isaac's neck and pulled him in.

Just then, your dad opened the front door of the car, got in, and slammed it.

"I'm so sorry you guys had to see me so mad."

"It's fine, Sheriff," Isaac smiled grimly.

"Isaac…"

"Noah, sorry…"

.•° ✿ °•.

°•. ✿ .•°

"It's gonna be alright."

His eyes moved around the room, settling on the posters around your walls before saying, "I believe you."

"You do?"

"I do," he paused. "One week."

You half-smiled. "One week. But you have to promise me you won't leave me."

"I can't make that promise."

You walked over to him and put his face in between your hands.

"You are not leaving me."

You pulled him towards the bed towards the back of the room, and you fell asleep in each other's arms.

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School

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On Monday, you approached Lydia before class. You had a cold chill in your spine, and your apprehension was tying a knot around your lungs.

"Look. I was a horrible friend. I said stupid things. I shouldn't have said that about you and Jackson. You're not a 'suckup barbie doll.' You're Lydia Martin, and you've been doing this relationship stuff for way longer than I have. And I'm sorry I was so butthurt that I let my relationship get in the way of us, something you've never done."

By the time you finished speaking, you were slightly out of breath. You had said everything in one breath so that Lydia couldn't interject.

"No, Y/n, I'm sorry. This is your first time in a relationship, and I- I should've been more supportive. I should be helping you with your relationship and instead…" As you anticipated her following words, her gaze softened. There was a tint of remorse that could be seen.

"I've been trying to dissuade you from it. You deserve love… so much. I just missed my best friend."

"Can we like… never let guys get between us again?"

Lydia grinned before embracing you in a tight hug.

"Lydia, I can't breathe!" You managed to stammer out those few words before Lydia suffocated you.

"Oh! Sorry."

You both walked into your English class while still being engrossed in conversation.

"You hear about Grace Cooper?"

"Ugh, that shark! No, and I don't really care."

"She got mumps from one of her conquests in another school."

Your eyes widened. "Poor, poor, Gracie!" you said satirically.

You saw Isaac down the hall and beckoned him over.

When he reached you, he had a confused look on his face.

"Isaac, Lydia. Lydia, Isaac."

He squinted with a slight smile but stuck out his hand nonetheless.

"I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot, Isaac. My friend here really seems to like you. So if she can forgive you, then I guess so can I."

He smiled. "I'm glad to hear that, Lydia. I've heard such great things about you."

You smiled and clapped your hands rapidly. "Yay, my friends are friends. Now, let's try and get Stiles onboard."

Lydia squinted and cocked her head. "Who?"

You sighed. "Woosah. My brother, Lydi."

"Oh yeah! Forgot you were a twin."

Isaac interrupted. "Babe, we're going two different ways. I gotta get to class."

"Okay, but you're sitting with us at lunch, yeah?"

He turned his chin up in thought and bounced on the balls of his feet before leaning over and pecking your lips. "Of course."

You grinned before he turned and went to his class.

"Aww. Okay! Time to get to AP chem."

When you both walked into the class, it was only mere seconds before the bell rang.

You sat in your seats, staring eagerly at the board because your teacher had not yet arrived.

When the door swung open once more, it revealed the face of Mrs. Goldblatt.

"Oh my god," Lydia whispered, but it was clearly loud enough for everyone else to hear.

"Hello to you too, Lydia."

"Hello, class," she continued. "Mr. Ochoa isn't here today, so I will be your sub."

"Now, pull out your textbooks and-" She was interrupted.

"Hey, something's going down at the bus!" A student yelled, causing everyone to rush to the windows.

"EVERYONE IN YOUR SEATS!"

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Lunch

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After the first period, you went to English with Allison, Scott, and Stiles, splitting up with Lydia.

However, You and Allison caught up with her at lunch in the line.

"Hey!" You both greeted.

"Hey!"

Soon Isaac and Jackson approached you. They walked together, but separately.

"Hey, babe," Lydia said to Jackson.

"Hi, love," you greeted Isaac. He gave you a side hug with his free arm and allowed it to stay there.

Lydia and Jackson walked away from you and Isaac and towards the window, away from your regular table.

"Lydia, where are we going?"

"To sit with Allison's boyfriend, duh!" She said with a shimmy of her shoulders.

Allison quickly rolled her eyes. "He's not my boyfriend!"

You interjected. "That's not what I heard!"

"From who?"

"Your brain, we're connected. Remember?"

It was a long-lasting joke that you had since you were children. You had always been able to read Allison's mind in a way and tell what she was feeling, as well as vice versa. It would be a terrible day when that bond stopped working. You were sure of it.

She chuckled as you all walked towards Scott and Stiles. Some of Jackson's friends already sat down.

"Figure out what?" you hear Lydia say before you sat down next to your brother, in between him and Isaac.

"Just, uh homework-" Scott replied tentatively.

"Hey, guys!"

"Yeah… Y/n, why are you guys sitting here?" His question was soon answered when Allison sat down next to Scott.

Jackson began arguing with his friend about the seat at the head of the table, and Danny made a sarcastic remark about how the guy looked at Lydia.

"So I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack… Probably a cougar," Danny stated.

"I heard mountain lion."

Lydia squinted. "A cougar is a mountain lion. Isn't it?" She said before tilting her head.

You internally scoffed but didn't say anything.

"Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

"Sorry that not everyone can be as rich and entitled as you, Whitmore," you whispered under your breath. Jackson and Lydia hadn't heard, but Danny, Stiles, Allison, and Isaac did, giving a brief chuckle.

Stiles took out his phone and showed the table a video. "Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out."

Scott's eyes widened. "I know this guy."

"You do?" Allison asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, when I used to take the bus back when I lived with my dad," he said in shock. "He was the driver."

Lydia interjected the gruesome conversation. "Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Oh, like, where are we going tomorrow night? You said that you and Scott were going somewhere tomorrow night, right?"

"Lydia!" you scolded.

"Uh, we were thinking of what we were gonna do," Allison said softly.

"Well, I am not sitting home again watching lacrosse videos. So if the four of us- six, if Y/n and Isaac want to come, are hanging out, we are doing something fun!"

You glanced at Allison, who met your gaze and turned to Scott.

"Hanging out… like the four of us? Do you want to hang out? Like us, and them?" Scott asked confusedly.

"Yeah, I guess. Sounds fun."

You rolled your eyes and sighed softly.

"You know what else sounds fun?" Jackson asked, annoyed. "Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.

"What about bowling? You love to bowl?" Lydia proposed.

"Yeah, with actual competition."

You frowned. "I, too, would love to bowl with actual competition, Whitmore."

He glared at you before Allison spoke up.

"Yeah, how do you know we aren't actual competition?" She turned to Scott. "You can bowl, right?"

Isaac spoke up for the first time. "Well, I know for a fact that Y/n and I are competition."

You grinned at his competitive nature. Under his shy mask was someone who did not like to lose.

"Scott?" Jackson called.

"Yes. Sort of…" he said warily.

"Is it sort of, or is it yes?"

"Yes! In fact, I'm a great bowler," Scott lied, and you facepalmed internally. You had seen him bowl, and he was, in fact, terrible.

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Stilinski House

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"Are we actually going bowling tomorrow?"

You squinted. "Yeah? Why wouldn't we?"

"Babe, I have work tomorrow?"

"I thought you got off early tomorrow?"

He sighed. "I do. I get off at 8, but I don't want you to wait for me, and I won't be ready-" He continued rambling before you walked up and covered his mouth with your hand.

"You get off work and come back here. Take 30 minutes to get ready, and then we leave so we can reach the alley by 9:30."

He pushed your wrist down. "N/n, I'm just going to be groggy, and dampen the mood, and-"

"Isaac Kai Lahey! You are allowed to have fun. Besides, I have to go pick outfits with Lydia and Allison after class anyway, and that'll keep us busy."

He contemplated your plan before reluctantly sighing. "Fine. But I have to be back by midnight. I want to sleep peacefully."

You stepped on the tips of your toes to kiss his cheek.

"Are you sure you want to sleep, though?" you asked innocently, but there was a hidden meaning behind your words.

"Yes! I want to sleep... I haven't really been getting a good night lately."

You furrowed your eyebrows. "Why didn't you tell me?"

He quickly changed the subject. "Speaking of things we haven't told each other… Scott? Werewolf? I'm sorry, but I still don't believe you."

You sighed. "I was kind of refraining from telling you about that?"

"Hey, If werewolves are real, I want to see them."

"I know, but you just have so much on your plate. I didn't want to add shape-shifting humans with strange abilities to that."

He smiled. "Hey, prove me wrong about that werewolf thing, and I'll give you twenty bucks."

"Deal! Speaking of deals..."

You moved to sit on the bed. "I've been working on getting you out of your dad's house. You said you didn't want to go into foster care, so the only way to prevent that from happening is for you to be an adult."

"An adult? How is that even possible, Y/n? I'm still a minor for 2 more years."

You looked at him hesitantly. "There's this legal thing called emancipation. It's where you can be declared, legally, an adult and be separate from your parent's care."

He smiled before scoffing. "How would we even do that?"

"Well, we can either prove to the courts that you can provide for yourself with housing and finances… or you can get married."

He stood up very quickly, to the point where you almost got whiplash. "Married? Y/n, I'm not getting married to a stranger, and we both know your dad would never agree to that."

"Then we go to the courts! You can say that you're renting a room from my dad for however much he agrees for the housing portion, and you have a job!"

"A job my dad gave me! The point is to not rely on my dad!"

You smiled. "That's the beauty of the law. Your dad's business is independent of him. So you can still work for him, but you would be earning your money from the business, not him."

"And if he fires me because I filed for emancipation?"

"You have perfect employee references. You worked at Waffle House for six months before they shut down and got employee of the month twice."

He flopped down on the bed, and you moved to wrap your arms around him.

"How long would it take?" He asked quietly.

"A few months… Less than the two years we would've waited, and you wouldn't have to run away."

"Would I have to tell my dad?"

"Yeah, he'd have to be able to represent his side in court," you replied solemnly.

"Don't I need a reason? What would I even say? I don't want him to go to jail."

"I have no-" you said before an idea dinged like a lightbulb in your mind. "You said you have that inheritance you get from your grandparents that you'll be able to collect once you become a legal adult, right?"

"Yeaaah?"

"Just say that you want to be able to use that inheritance."

"No, that would never work…" he said wistfully.

You both pondered in thought for a while.

"You could say that you are financially independent and want to start on making investments and stuff like that before you're 18."

You looked up to him and saw him squinting. "Huh, that could work."

"So, does that mean you won't run away?"

"That's if it works...If it doesn't work and I stay, it could be worse."

You sighed. "It's going to work…If not, I- It's going to work."

He turned on his side to face you, and you did the same.

"Kiss me?" And that is, exactly, what Isaac did.

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Argent House

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The next day after school, you and Isaac went your separate ways. He went to work, and you grabbed several different outfits before heading to Allison's house.

When you arrived, you were ushered and practically dragged inside by Allison, who desperately needed help with her outfit.

You found Lydia already inside, sifting through Allison's entire closet and rejecting each prospect.

"Lydia, this isn't the bachelorette! Oh my gosh."

You sat back on Allison's bed and allowed Lydia, who wouldn't let you help, pick Allison's outfit.

Many passes were given by Lydia. "Allison, respect for your taste is, uh, dwindling by the second."

You scoffed. "Okay, how about we let the person who makes displays at Forever 21 pick the outfit?"

You got up and put together three choices for selection.

"This!" Lydia said before your "Uncle" Chris walked in.

"Dad, hello?" Allison said.

"Hi, Uncle Chris!" You waved enthusiastically.

"Hey, Y/n. Nice to see you."

Lydia flew back onto Allison's bed and laid on her side with her hand on her hip. "Hi, Mr. Argent," she said sultrily.

"Lydia!' You scolded, and Mr. Argent flinched.

Allison sneered, "Dad, do you need something?"

He cleared his throat. "I wanted to let you know you'll be staying in tonight."

You and Lydia frowned, and Allison scoffed. "What? I'm going out with my friends tonight."

"Not when some animal is out there attacking people."

You and Allison protested in unison.

"It's out of my hands. There's a curfew. No one's allowed out past 9:30 p.m. No more arguing," He said simply before walking out the room."

You and Allison both sighed, resolved.

"Someone's daddy's little girl," Lydia remarked.

"Sometimes, but not tonight," Allison replied.

"Y/n, what about you? Your dad would kill you!"

"He would, but he wouldn't let the law handle me," you smirked.

You texted Isaac about the new plan and changed into your outfit. When Isaac told you that he'd meet you at the alley, you nodded to Allison, and you both walked to the window.

She went first and then you before Lydia called after you both.

"What are you doing?"

You dropped your bag and your phone onto the dirt before Allison flipped off the building and landed on her feet while you did a somersault as you landed.

"8 years of gymnastics!"

You grinned, "She just taught me some tricks."

"You coming?" You both said in unison.

"I'll take the stairs."

You brushed off your outfit as you waited outside for Lydia.

You both entered her car and drove to the rink.

You called Isaac to make sure that he was coming. "Hey, babe. Have you made it to the house yet?"

"Yeah, I'm on my way. Don't worry."

"Okay, we just left Allison's house."

"How far are you?" He asked.

"About 15 minutes?"

"Alright, I'm 10."

You smiled before saying goodbye.

When you hung up the phone, Lydia hummed.

"What, Lyds?"

She smirked. "Nothing, just that you guys are good together."

You half scoffed, half chuckled. "It took you three months to realize that?"

"I was still a little focused on him hurting you, but if that didn't happen, I would've always thought so."

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Bowling Alley

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You all met Scott, Isaac, and Jackson at the bowling alley.

Allison and Scott went to pick their balls, and the rest of you sat down.

"Hey, how was work?"

Isaac sighed. "Dad wasn't there. I don't know why."

"Well, that's not a bad thing."

"True," he shrugged. "Thanks for forcing me to come out here tonight. I didn't realize how stressed work was making me until I walked inside."

"Yeah, well, I like bowling, and I wasn't going to be a fifth wheel."

He smiled.

"And, I have the perfect remedy for your sleeping issues, okay? So don't even worry about that tonight."

"What is it?"

You got up to whisper in his ear, "it's a surprise!" You turned away to go get a bowling ball, eventually picking a pink and white marbled one.

When everyone had their balls, you arranged how the teams would work.

"Okay, so how about we start couples vs. couples vs. couples and then gals vs. guys?" You nominated.

"Sounds good, except we can only have two teams," Lydia pointed out the flaw in the couple war.

"Oh, okay, uh. Give me a minute," You said before pulling Isaac aside.

"Are we gonna be the ones to split up?"

He squinted. "Why would we do that?"

"C'mon, baby. This could be a way for you to branch out without me next to you."

"What is that supposed to-"

"Besides," you smirked. "Imagine what tension that all that competition between us is gonna make!"

He hummed while twisting a strand of your hair in his hands. You lifted your head in an attempt to brush your lips against his, but he pulled back.

"Fine. I'll go with Allison and Scott. I wanna see if I can spot any were-wolfiness," he chuckled.

"I'm not joking about that, okay! And don't tell anyone."

You both walked back to the group and informed them of the decision.

"Alright, Isaac is going to be on McArgents team, so now it will be McL'Argent, and I will be on Whittin's team, so it will now be Whittinski."

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up," Jackson scolded.

"Whittmore, be lucky I'm on your team. Otherwise, I'd be kicking your ass."

The competition started, and Lydia went first, with Jackson guiding her arm mixed with plentiful amounts of PDA.

The first one landed in the gutter, and the second hit only the right-most three.

"I'm so bad at this," she said solemnly.

"Lydi, you'll get the hang of it."

Allison took her turn next, hitting all of the pins and knocking them down.

"YES, ALLI!" you whooped.

"Someone brought their A-game," Lydia said.

Jackson scoffed. "Wrong team."

"She's my godsister. I'm obligated to tell her she did brilliantly."

Jackson took his turn next, removing all the pins from the lane and knocking them into the abyss, causing Lydia to holler.

"You're up, McCall," he stated blankly after wrapping his arms around Lydia.

"You can do it, Scott," Allison motivated Scott, and he got up and grabbed his ball.

He stalled for a few seconds before pulling his arms back and throwing the ball, the trajectory causing it to land straight in the gutter.

Jackson started laughing hysterically, and you and Allison both scolded him.

"Mind shutting up?" Allison sneered.'

"I'm sorry," he half-apologized in between breaths. "I'm just flashing back to the words 'I'm a great bowler'"

"Maybe he just needs a little warm-up."

Jackson continued to laugh. "Maybe he just needs the kiddy bumpers," he said, which caused Lydia to laugh with him.

"Will you shut up for five fucking seconds, Jackson?"

"Just aim for the middle," Allison advised.

Jackson rolled his eyes, "How about you aim for anything except the gutter?"

"Let him concentrate!"

Allison smiled at Scott, and he took his next shot. It was getting closer and closer to the pins before swerving to the side and falling in the gutter.

"Great job, McCall. Man, you are a pro!" He said when he was done laughing.

You shot up from your seat, grabbed the ball, and took a deep breath. You moved your arm back just a little bit behind you when a groan resounded from behind you.

You turned around quickly and saw Isaac.

"OH MY GOSH! Why would you come up behind me?"

He chuckled. "No apologies, just beratement?"

"I'm sorry, better? Are you okay?" You picked up his arm and examined it.

"Hurry Up!"

He gave a curt nod to let you know he was okay, and you turned back to the alley.

He wrapped his hands around your waist. "You look stressed, babe. What's wrong?"

Your cheeks flushed. "Isaac, what are you doing?"

"Helping you out…" you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Mhm," you resounded. "I don't want your help!"

You playfully nudged him and regained your concentration. You pulled back your arms and threw the ball. It rolled and rolled until it came in contact with the pins, managing to knock down all but two.

"YES!" Lydia shouted, and Jackson gave a half-hearted clap and a 'not bad.'

You all continued playing, with Scott getting better towards the end. While your team lost the first game, the girls' team had won against the boys.

After that, you all parted ways. When you and Isaac walked outside, he said something that stunned you.

"Did you call Stiles?" he asked innocently.

"What do you mean 'did I call Stiles?' Where's the jeep?"

He grinned shyly. "I didn't bring the jeep. I took an Uber."

"ISAAC!"

"WHAT? Stiles wouldn't take me!"

Your eyes widened. "And you think he would pick us up?"

"Well, sure. Stiles wouldn't let his sister freeze."

You growled before calling Stiles.

It took him twenty minutes to reach the bowling alley, and when you got in the car, he began to scold you for your ill-preparedness.

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Massage Therapy

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You got home and into your room straight away.

From there, you peeled Isaac's jacket off before he had the chance to do it himself and then removed yours, tossing both to the ground.

"Are you ready for your surprise?" You asked with wriggling eyebrows.

He chuckled darkly. "Sure."

You bit your lip and pushed him down on the bed. "Stay there!" You said before moving to get something.

"Despite you and your brother's running joke, I am not a golden retriever!" He called out as you rummaged around.

"Got it!" You said as you moved to place the blindfold over his eyes.

"Kinky… I thought we weren't doing that tonight, though?"

You smiled. "Nope! Turn around!"

He sighed and turned to face your headboard as you tore his shirt from his torso.

To let him know that you weren't planning on having sex, you began digging your thumbs into his muscles, finding the knots in his back rather quickly.

He groaned in relief, which only spurred you on.

"Your pants too, babe," you advised while still rubbing.

When his pants were off, you pushed him down onto the pillow, backside up, and applied the heating oil on his back and thighs.

You moved around his body slowly and sensually, making sure not to apply too much pressure to sensitive areas while still being effective.

When you were finished after maybe fifteen minutes, you removed the blindfold from his eyes to let him know you were done.

You stripped down to your bra and underwear before going to lay beside Isaac.

"That was so nice…I don't know what I did to deserve you."

You sighed contently. "I'm still trying to figure that out myself."

"Ouch," Isaac mocked. "Goodnight, love."

"Goodnight."

Just as you were about to fall asleep, Isaac exclaimed.

"OH! I just remembered- I didn't see any werewolf nature in Scott..."

You sighed. "Is this why you haven't been sleeping?"

"No, but I'm interested."

"Look," you paused. "I only relayed the information Stiles gave me, I haven't seen it for myself either, but I want you to be safe. I trust Stiles, and I need you to trust me so that this can work and we can get you out of there. Okay?"

"Yeah, of course, I trust you. Goodnight, for real this time."

You smiled. "Goodnight." You fell asleep shortly after, a warm, tingly feeling of happiness spreading throughout your body.

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looney-mooney · 3 years ago

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Also, um, Hit Monkey Spoilers, go watch Hit Monkey because it’s great and the stuff I’m about to talk about ruins a really great moment if you’re waiting for it to happen, but.

I really hope Hit Monkey gets another season and that in this second season we’ll get to meet ghost guy’s daughter, ex wife, and also that man he fell in love with that he mentioned. I mean, he said that he doesn’t go a single day without thinking about the man he fell in love with. And like. I’m not SURPRISED that he’s bi, he’s got total disaster bisexual vibes, but I don’t want that to be forgotten. I wanna know how that happened, how they met, what he’s LIKE.

I also want to know the consequences of ghost guy not reading that fucking contract. Like, the lawyer’s granddaughter in me was screaming when he said he didn’t read the contract, like, at the VERY LEAST you gotta skim that shit. Though I guess that just makes it more fun.

Oh! And I can’t WAIT to see Akiko’s Lady Bullseye! I want her and Monkey to have, like, a RIVALRY. Just IMAGINE the BANTER, Oh my GOD it’s gonna be AMAZING. Even if she still doesn’t understand Monkey’s language which … okay tangent time, but it seems like Monkey’s language is not actually that difficult to pick up? Like, Ghost Guy I can forgive because he’s spending 24/7 with this monkey as the only person who can interact with him for weeks, and he also spent a good deal of time with the monkey tribe before that, so I can see him learning the language via immersion. But Police lady? She’s gotta have an affinity for languages on par with Hit Monkey’s affinity for murder and badassery. Like, what the fuck. Although I guess she did learn Japanese, which I can say from personal experience is hard as SHIT, and also probably English, which is my native tongue but still confusing as fuck, so maybe Monkeys language is just really easy to learn in comparison. Anyway. Monkiko ftw I guess?? Though I’m not sure how I feel about the idea of a grown-ass woman being attracted to an actual fucking monkey that way. Don’t get me wrong Monkey’s crush on her is fucking ADORABLE and I LOVE their dynamic, but uh. It has the potential to get weird? Maybe I should start headcanoning Monkey and Akiko as asexual? Or something??? Or maybe I should just hope they can just be good frienemies or something lol.

But yeah no if the Monkey gets to have his weird heterosexual furry bait relationship with his badass gf, then ghost guy should be allowed to see the man he fell in love with.

Oh fuck I just remembered that Phineas and Ferb is technically part of the Marvel Universe. There’s a precedent for this. Haha holy shit imagine Monkey ending up in Danville and Akiko/Lady Bullseye following him and them ending up fighting in front of Perryshmirtz and them going like “awww, remember when we were like that? Memories. Anyway good luck with the nemesis relationship we wish you guys all the best” and Monkey and Akiko just going like “??? Da fuck???” Haha I might have to make a mini comic like that. Anyway.

Watch Hit Monkey

#hit monkey #looney mooney rants #hit monkey spoilers #long post #the adhd is strong today

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unnerving-presence · 4 years ago

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Is there any way this could be anon? Like could you just hide my name and profile pic?

{Nsfw request}

Could I request some headcanons of the wraith, the huntress, the doctor and the oni with a feminine shy male s/o?( like imagine a twink who likes to wear pink and thigh highs and stuff) s/o is a fragile bottom 👉👈 I just wanna see how they would treat him 😳

To ask anonymously, at the bottom there’s an option to ask as an anon! I’m on mobile so that’s how it looks for me :)) if you’d like to for me to delete this so you can ask anonymously, I can do that!

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Philip Ojomo:

In bed he is also very shy so don’t worry, he’s in the same boat as you! I imagine this boy is a bottom so for him to be a top he would be very careful with handling you. He always makes sure to check if you’re okay or if you really want to do this with him.

He really likes your style tbh. It gets him really flustered whenever he sees you in heels of any kind. Especially thigh highs. Those really get him going especially after a trial. There are those rare instances though, where he sees you mid-trial and takes you far away from everybody else so he can fulfill his desires.

He’s scared he might hurt you so he’s extremely gentle with you. Might be too gentle so you’ll have to tell him to be a bit rougher when you want him to be. He’s only used to being taken care of, not the other way around. He just doesn’t want to mess anything up, you mean the world to him and he’d hate to do something wrong and have you leave him.

He’ll try to control himself as he thrusts into you but within the first few they turn into pure viciousness. He just loves being inside you and he can’t even deny it at this point. He wants to make sure you’re also getting pleasure out of it so expect him to start stroking your cock with the same vigor as his thrusts. He may accidentally rip some of your clothing so please forgive him!

Philip will make sure you’re okay after. He doesn’t speak, but his eyes tell you everything. He gets really worried that he may have hurt you so he’ll check everywhere just to make sure you haven’t gained any injuries. Make sure you give him some kisses so he knows you also enjoyed it as well. He loves affection and he’ll take anything he can get.

Anna:

This beautiful lady will make sure you are comfortable and safe from any harm I promise you that. She completely understands how shy you are, and she will make sure you feel good.

She is not very familiar with your style but it is not unwelcomed in her book. She is completely freaking out in her head about how good you look. She’s never seen anything like it! And she loves it! She really thinks pink suits you and will not hesitate to tell you so.

With Anna, she’s naturally rough and fast. So if you like her rolling and bouncing her hips on your cock, feel free to tell her so, and she’ll tilt her head, asking if you’d like her to go faster or at the same pace. She may be on top, but you hold the control on how fast she goes and how rough she is.

I HC that she loves praising her partners, in any situation. She doesn’t speak much English, so a majority of her praises are in Russian, telling you how good you look and how good you’re making her feel.

After, she’ll make sure to get anything that you need. She strives to be a good partner for you, so she’ll never deny any request you have.

Herman Carter:

Herman is very unpredictable when it comes to having sex, so it could go many ways when he’s in control. But don’t worry, he won’t be too harsh.

He’s amazed by the difference in both of your choices of clothing. It’s not really his style. Though he wouldn’t wear it, he would without a doubt try to get the Entity to give you more clothes like that because hOT DAMN he can’t get enough of those fishnet tights-

Expect some uncontrollable shocks from Herman, he tends to lose control of himself when he’s inside of you, and therefor can’t control his jolts of electricity. Please forgive him he doesn’t mean to hurt you- Unless you like it, then he’ll do it as long as you’d like. Not like he can stop it now.

He’ll act really cocky and tease you about how shy and submissive you are, but once he’s in you, it’s like he’s in a trance he can’t snap out of, and he tends to go hard and fast, maybe too hard, so you’d better brace yourself. Please tell him if you feel uncomfortable!! He is a very respectful man and will slow down if you want him to! He also really likes hearing you make noise, so don’t be afraid to let out some moans for him.

He’ll probably be too drained to initiate any cuddles or do anything for you, so you may have to wrap his arms around you yourself. Though you may have to try and wake him up if you want something. Not sure you can walk after that-

Kazan Yamaoka:

His ego tells him to put you in your place but his heart tells him that you’re already shy enough, so he’ll try to go easy on you, as he’s very rough most of the time, and doesn’t control his strength.

He’s very intrigued by your choice of clothing. Not that he doesn’t like it, it’s just.. strange. Why are your heels going up to your thighs?? Why are you wearing so much pink? He’s so confused but he’s so amazed at the same time. Kazan is an ancient samurai he has never seen anything like this please be patient with him.

He will definitely let you ride him. He figures he’ll be too rough with you, and he doesn’t want to hurt you, so he’ll try his best to hold back as you roll your hips so invitingly. He likes to tease you so expect him to slowly start pumping your cock and then stopping right when you’re about to cum. You may be on top, but he’s still the dom in this situation.

Considering the fact that he has some sharp nails, expect your hips to be a bit scratched up. He doesn’t mean to, but he’s trying his best to not to completely pound the shit out of you, and he has a bit of a blood kink. He really likes it when you pull his hair too, so don’t be afraid to do so when he’s close. Do not try edging him though, you will get railed into oblivion. Unless that’s what you want, then go ahead 👀

He’s not very familiar with aftercare as he doesn’t really like it much. But if you tell him that’s what you want, he’ll begrudgingly allow it. He can’t resist you, you’re too important to him.

#male reader #philip ojomo x reader #huntress x reader #herman carter x reader #kazan yamaoka x reader #philip ojomo #the huntress #herman carter #kazan yamaoka #dead by daylight x reader #dbd x reader

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moonlit-mizukage · 4 years ago

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Chapter twenty four: Leave Shirabu alone

Summary: Y/l/n Y/n, a third year at Sakura High School, is just a girl with a bad attitude towards anyone outside her small circle. When y/n’s younger sister starts first year, she gains a lot of attention. Unfortunately for everyone in school, the Y/l/n household has one rule, No dating till y/n does. Some people become just desperate enough to pay the leader of the “Monsters”, the trouble making group on campus, to date y/n. What will happen when she finds out? (All characters aged up to third year unless otherwise stated)

TW: Swearing, Oikawa slut shaming, mentions of bullying and violence, mentions of gossip, breaking glass, throwing stuff, property damage.

Word count: 1.3K

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Tuesday - Y/n POV

It was only 11am, I was seated in my desk in Mr. Yagami’s English when Oikawa sat down in the desk behind me. He dropped a note over my head to my desk. I opened it and it said:

Meet me after school in the courtyard at my table - T

I sighed and slipped it into my pocket. Tendou didn’t come to class today, I even went as far as looking around for him in the halls…

I walked with my head down and hands in my pockets as the final bell rang. I felt as if the world was moving so much faster then I was at this moment. I headed outside to my destination.

I walked around the back way of the school taking a few extra minutes to get to where I needed to be.

“Hey, can I uh” I took a deep breath. “Can I talk to you?” I asked. He lifted his head looking at me as if he didn’t understand.

“What for?” He asked.

“It’s about Tendou, please Kyotani.” He let out a deep sigh.

“I don’t know where he is if you have come to fight him or yell or whatever. I got a job to get to so see you around.” He pushed me as he left from under the bleachers. I looked up at Matsukawa who was still left smoking there.

“Matsukawa… Can I… Can I have Kyotani’s number?” I said. I could feel myself about to cry.

“Yeah sure. I assume it’s about Tendou. You look pretty upset, do you want him dead or something.” He asked with a small chuckle. I don’t know what came over me but I had to finally tell someone.

“I love Satori, I didn’t realize how much till the night of the dance.”

“Fuck.” He said back, “I’m uhh, good luck. I know he's pretty messed up right now. He didn’t come to school today and none of us could get a hold of him just like over the weekend. If he apologizes, what will you do?”

“I don’t know. I want to forgive him and I can understand the money part, I just, I got hurt along the way, you know?” I said. Matsukawa gave me a pat on the shoulder as he left me alone.

I walked back out forgetting all about Oikawa as I cut through the courtyard.

“Y/N! I really thought you ditched me!” Oikawa shouted towards me.

He ran up to me as I sat down at a table.

“Y/n, I did this for you.” He passed me over his cell phone. “Check the top conversation!” He said pretty excited.

I took his phone and read through the first conversation. It was with Shirabu. I read the few messages there were and looked at him.

“I don’t- Oikawa are you- I can't even-.” I couldn’t even get through one entire sentence.

“What are you trying to say y/n?” He asked.

“You’re an idiot.” With that I stood up and began to walk away.

“But I apologized!”

“Over text after all the shit you did to him? I just- Bye Oikawa.” I headed over to the parking lot to Tsukishima’s car where my friends were waiting for me.

“Did you get his number?” Shirabu asked.

“Yeah and I also forgot about Oikawa. I will tell you in the car.” We all piled in the car and headed back to Tsukishima’s house for a hang out.

Wednesday at lunch - Y/n pov

I was sitting at my usual table when Oikawa approached my table.

“Shirabu, can I talk to you for a second?”

“No.” He said as he continued to eat.

“Okay, I guess I will just say it here then. I want to apologize to you for how I have treated you over the past few yeast since I met you. What I did was wrong and I only did it to separate you and Y/n cause I was jealous. Will you forgive me please?” At that point it sounded more like begging then anything.

“No.” Shirabu said casually again.

“What! What do I have to do for you to forgive me!?” He asked almost in a yell.

“I know it is not a sincere apology. You only did it for the sake of getting with Y/n. So why would I accept it? Besides, you never actually said sorry.” He replied.

Oikawa walked away, looking pretty angry. Shirabu looked at me as we both laughed about what just happened.

Time skip to Wednesday Night - Third person pov

A knock on y/l/n’s house occurred around 7pm. Mr. (y/l/n) went to answer the door. He opened it only to see Oikawa standing in front of him.

“Hello Mr. (y/l/n). We have met before but I came here to ask your permission for Y/n to go on a date with me this friday night.” Y/n’s father just looked at him dumbfounded.

“Didn’t you just date my other daughter?” He asked.

“Well yes, but I am in love with Y/n.” Y/n’s father sighed and slammed the door shut on Oikawa, as he turned around and headed back to the table.

“Who was at the door Daddy?” Mei asked.

“That Oikawa guy, he came to claim his love for Y/n.” Y/n began to laugh at the table hearing this news.

“He really is dumb if he thought this would work. He’s a bitch dad. Don’t worry, my taste in men is better then Mei’s now.” I said back to them.

“Well I am glad, cause who asks someone’s dad after they dated their other daughter?” He asked with a laugh now.

About 10 minutes later a knock could be heard from the door again. Y/n stood up saying she would get rid of him now.

“Oikawa what the hell do you actually want?” She asked as she pulled the door open.

“You to be my girlfriend Y/n! I have been trying for a few days now and you have given me zero interest! I am trying my hardest.” He claimed.

“You really aren't though. You hurt my twin like no one else could man. That’s something I can’t stand to see. Plus you’re also, like, the biggest asshole I have ever met. Don’t think I don’t see you bullying kids around the school or whispering little gossip games Oikawa. It's pathetic honestly. So just get off my property... Oh and leave Shirabu alone.” She said.

“I have always loved you Y/n.” Before she had time to react or even think he pulled her into a passionate kiss. She placed her hands on his chest and shoved him back hard, almost knocking him down the three porch steps that were there.

“You fucking suck Oikawa.” She spit with poison on her words.

“At least I am better than the future prison gang leader, Tendou.” He said.

“Take that the fuck back right now.” She said now aggressively pointing at his face.

“Truth hurts doesn’t it y/n. When you wake up from your fantasy world and come back to reality, I will still accept you with open arms, I might make you get tested first, but I will still love you.” He said.

Y/n reached behind her as she grabbed a candle from the small table in the entrance way. She threw it with all her anger as it hit square into Oikawa’s passenger seat window.

“GET THE FUCK OFF MY PROPERTY AND LEAVE SHIRABU THE FUCK ALONE!” She yelled in his face.

“I’M SENDING YOU THE BILL FOR THIS YOU BITCH!” He yelled as he ran back to his car.

“I WILL FUCKING BURN IT LIKE I WILL YOUR CAR IF YOU COME BACK!” She yelled as he flipped her off from the safety of his car.

She watched him drive off as she slammed the door and instantly went to her room instead of finishing her meal. She pulled out her phone and opened her group chat sending a simple message to her friends,

Fuck Oikawa.

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beclynn-herondale · 3 years ago

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hi!

hope you are well ❤ and i hope it's fine if i talk about robert adopting jace!

since this is totally related to robert's homophobic behaviour i'll have to mention it, take this as a trigger/content warning to anyone who may need it! (you probably know a lot about it already but i guess many people don't actually understand robert's side, and not sure if i even need to say it, but everything next is canon or based in canon information, i'm not making up anything) so here's my analysis:

so first i'll mention the basics: robert adopted jace (as jonathan wayland, michael's child) because of what he did to michael in the past. what exactly does that mean? he was trying to compensate what he did to michael. and how this compensation works? helping michael after his death?

something kinda obvious i guess is that robert felt miserable most of the time, for multiple reasons combined. one of them being his intense self-loathing/none self-steem, also caused for multiple reasons. for most of his life robert was ashamed for.. existing, basically, i mean he really was extremely ashamed of himself in general. another reason, more specifical, was michael. i won't explain the effects of a dead parabatai to a shadowhunter, but in was mentioned in later books how the life-death separation of robert and michael devastaded both of them, and that's just the parabatai part. along with their other complications, it was all very harmful, and robert is shown getting triggered under mention of michael.

now there's something one needs to understand so they can understand 1) robert's self-loathing over michael and 2) robert hoped adopting michael's son would "redeem"/"forgive" him?

see, on robert's opinion, homophobia is unforgivable. really.

nobody ever lectured or told him this. that's his actual opinion on homophobia. and that was his opinion on the matter years before alec was born or any shadowhunter close to robert cared about it. when robert was a 80's teenager, he thought it was unforgivable, and he kept thinking that through the years. this is important 'cause it's a impression of mine that a lot of people think robert was actually anti gay people and then changed his beliefs for alec's sake, and this is absolutely incorrect. robert knew that discriminating people for their sexuality was wrong — and he hated himself for doing it to michael (and afterwards to alec, but then it was mostly a misunderstanding)

said that, we know michael was something like a ugly open wound in robert. because, as i mentioned, they missed each other, and robert had to cope with the fact that he was horrible to michael and he knew what he did was horrible, and he just had to live thinking of himself as trash. michael was a extremely sensive topic and thinking about him hurt too much. that's how alec and isabelle ended up taking many years to find out robert had a parabatai, because robert never even mentioned michael. they only found out who michael was because of jace's adoption.

now i'm getting close to the point. robert didn't want anything to ever remind him of michael, because it hurt too much (that was the main reason he didn't react well to alec's relationship with magnus!!!!! his children took a decade to find out michael even existed!!!!). and that's why i can't agree with the idea that robert only adopted jace to feel better with himself.

obviously valentine can't really be trusted as a source of information, but he was probably who best knew robert after michael, and his entire plan relied on robert taking jace in for michael. now, according to him, he knew robert would do that for michael. and how could him be so sure? robert had to actually fight maryse to adopt jace, and valentine trusted he would do it over michael. valentine thought very low of robert, so that's really something.

if robert only wanted to feel better about himself, adopting jace wouldn't make any sense to him, first because, well, robert's self-loathing is deeper than that (and he would know it better than anyone), but i know people in pain don't always act logical and robert is a great example of this so, second, as i showed, michael is a big emotional trigger to robert and he gets very upset about. we don't know how much and how often robert and maryse got agressive with each other, but their fights about adopting michael's child envolved a lot of shouting, and this is not the only context we see robert getting upset over michael.

(as if this wasn't evidence enough, in the wicked ones we are directly informed that all of robert agressive and permanently triggered and dangerous vibes are nothing more than hurt over michael. that's really something)

if thinking of michael was so triggering to robert at the point he hurts people - and people he love (maryse, alec) over it, how adopting michael's son and taking care of him with his presence as a permanent reminder of michael (and that michael was gone) would make robert feel better with himself? and, even more: he wouldn't expect jace to look like michael, as he did expect. if he was thinking mostly about himself, he would be satisfied finding out jace's looks don't remind him of michael, but instead he was awkward and got worried about how jace was feeling.

so what was this about? robert says he was trying to compensate for what he did, as according to cassie, "awkwardly and painfully trying to convey that he loved michael." and yeah, doing something good to michael would make robert feel better, because he loved michael and doing good things to michael makes sense to him. robert never expected what he did to michael to be forgiven, but he did want to demonstrate that he loved michael and that he could be better than that - better than what he had done - for the people he loved.

that was a ride, sorry any mistakes (not native english speaker) and i hope you like these observations, since i understood you liked my last robert analysis

xoxo, thank you for your attention 💓

Hello again, flower

I'm hanging in there 😎

Sorry it took me a bit to answer

I actually got a new perspective on Robert from this. And I love the way you explained this. I don't have too much to add, but a little.

I do agree that he wasn't as homophobic as some might think. He was afraid of what other people would think, and in which case, did end up kind of being that way.

I think if Robert hadn't been so afraid of what people would have said, (I do think the trauma he had with the rune played part in this. As he didn't want to have something else people felt he should be ashamed of), I think he would have actually accepted Michael. It was a very complicated situation and it was cringe a little to, but there's so much to unpack there. And I do believe there's always at least two sides to a story. We know he was a little homophobic with Alec, but he acknowledged it and started changing his ways, which is all you can ask for in this case. I appreciate him trying to change and be better, as I am a sucker for redemption and growth and change. Sometimes change is all that can be done. It won't erase the hurt that was caused but it does mean there won't be anymore hurt done, and I think that's what matters.

Also, the stuff with Jace I very much agree with. but I think it also left Jace feeling like the only reason they took him in was because they thought he was Michael's son, we know that isn't actually true and they love Jace for Jace. I think itleft Jace struggling a little bit though. But in TDA it kinda seemed like him and Robert had somewhat of an improved relationship, as Jace said that Robert had mellowed out a lot since he had become a grandfather, and he wasn't so bad. I do think Robert was fond of his children he just didn't express it openly with them. We do however see him doing it with his grandchildren, everytime he called Max, his M & M, I thought it was precious.

And I fully believe he apologized to Michael in the afterlife and they are hanging out, and taking care of Max. I also believe he tells the other Circle members there about TMI Gang. Mostly about his kids.

This is also a stretch but I think they Robert and Jace could have bonded over their experiences with runes. Jace didn't have the same experience as Robert, but we Valentine marked Jace early, and marking Nephilim children early gives them terrible nightmares. I think there could have been an understanding between them. But we know neither of them like to talk about their trauma. And definitely don't like to talk about their feelings lol.

Hope you are well 💛🧡

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jamilelucato · 4 years ago

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hi!! I just followed and saw your open request for hp fics!! congrats btw!! I was wondering if you could write for me either a Fred Weasley x reader or Sirius Black x reader with Enemies to Lovers? If y/n could be a hufflepuff that'd be awesome too lol ❤️❤️ also I'm here for the banter + unresolved sexual tension 👁️👄👁️ thank you!!

Gryffies and Puffies [F. W.]

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Hufflepuff!reader

Summary: Fred and [y/N] were never close, in fact, they hated each other, but Angelina is determined to change that.

A/N: Hi! Thank you, really! I tried to follow your request as much as I could, sorry if the Hufflepuff portrait is not much Hufflepuff like, I’m not one and I don’t have many friends that are, but I tried to keep it as I knew. Hope you like it! (gif not mine)

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Although, generally, [y/N] doesn’t bother doing her homework way earlier than needed, this time she knew she had to start soon if she wanted a good grade.

Professor Snape wasn’t very fond of the Hufflepuff’s students, so, as a proud member of her house, [y/N] felt like she had to prove the Professor wrong, and show the authoritarian how smart Hufflepuffs can be.

It was the third book she had got from the Library, and this one specifically was just about the subject — Ageing Potions — but [y/N] seemed more lost than before while reading it. Sh even asked, politely, to the Librarian if the book was in English because she couldn’t understand a full paragraph.

“Having trouble there?” asked Angelina Johnson before sitting down in the chair next to [y/N]’s.

[y/N] smiled at her long-time friend. Angelina’s mom was a great friend of [y/N]’s mom, and so, they grew up together, as a weird but cool duo. Angelina had a more explosive personality, when [y/N] was generally softer and prefered to talk instead of punching.

“A lot, actually,” [y/N] sighed. “Have you started yours yet?” the sixth-years Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors shared Snape’s classes, so [y/N] knew Angelina had the same assignment as her.

“Oh, haven’t even started,” answered Angelina, catching one of the books in front of them and flipping through it.

“Angie! Professor Snape already has something against you, don’t give him an extra to work with!” [y/N] retorted, genuinely worried for her friend.

Angelina chuckled. “By something against me, you mean because I sit with the twins?”

“Exactly!” the girls burst into soft laughter.

Angelina knew that [y/N] was out for the Weasley twins ever since third-year when they painted the whole Hufflepuff common room black for one week. Professor Flitwick had to step in to help get rid of the magical paint.

But that wasn’t just it. It seemed as if whenever [y/N] got into trouble, the twins, and more specifically, Fred Weasley, was around.

“So... Hogsmeade this weekend. You comin’?” asked Angelina when the laughter calmed down.

“Nope, got this to finish,” [y/N] sighed, pointing to the parchment blank. “Or gotta start it.”

Angelina protested, “come on, you never come!”

“With you, I don’t!” [y/N] frowned. “You always bring them!”

“They’re my best friends!”

“Ouch,” [y/N] pretended to be offended, but only gained a shove from Angie before her best friend started laughing again. Those two were always laughing.

“I promise they’ll behave,” Angie sparkled her dark brown eyes towards [y/N], and seeing a pit face, [y/N] knew she had lost.

“Fine,” the Hufflepuff agreed, closing the books in front of them, knowing very well that no preparation in the world would make her homework worthy of a good grade in Snape’s eyes. “But you owe me one.”

“Put it on the account,” smiled Angie.

***

“Here she comes, the Hufflepuff princess,” smirked an inpatient Fred Weasley, watching with a brow raised as [y/N] finally got out of the train.

Without staring the identical redheads, [y/N] apologized to Angelina, “sorry, got stuck with Bryan and Clary, they were tellin’ me about the...”

“No one cares, puffie,” Fred whispered, in a voice that sounded almost like a whistle.

“Shut it, Weasley,” [y/N] warned, with a tired look. If her visit to Hogsmeade was going to be like that, she did not know if she’d be able to honour the motto of kindness and forgiveness of her Hogwarts House.

“Oh, she acknowledges I’m here,” Fred smirked again, “finally.”

[y/N] rolled her eyes, wrapping her arm around Angelina’s, while she murmured apologies. The two girls took the lead, while the twins followed, and [y/N] could swear that every announced turn she and Angie decided to take, she could hear Fred sighing in complain — and she was loving that.

“First stop: Honeydukes!” [y/N] shouted, stating the way.

Angelina stopped when she noticed Fred had stopped too.

“No way — Zonko’s first,” he debated.

[y/N] turned around, facing the redhaired boy — really facing him, like she had not done yet. She sometimes forgot how cute he was.

Well, any boy taller than her, she considered cute really, because she loved how they leaned down to look at her — and Fred had a lot of leaning down to do.

“Honeydukes,” [y/N] said, hoping her voice sounded as scary as Professor Snape because he was the one she was trying to imitate.

“Look, you can eat later, puffie, but the good products will sell out if George and I don’t go to Zonko’s now,” he continued his pledge.

“You two go then — I’m going Honeydukes first,” [y/N] was trying her hardest to stand her point, but when Angelina and George puffed next to them, she lost a bit of her posture.

“You expect George and I will let you two girls walk around alone?”

“I don’t need a bodyguard!” [y/N] shouted, crossing her arms.

“If that’s supposed to be your scare-people-away face, then yes, you need bodyguards,” Fred argued.

“Let’s go to Zonko’s first, y/N. It’ll give less time for the chocolates to melt,” Angelina stepped in the argument, knowing that the two would continue to argue all day if they could. In fact, Angelina had already witnessed them arguing two whole hours about which team was better at Quidditch — and it seemed to be horrible to [y/N] offend Angelina as a player just to win the argument.

Puffing the whole way and not daring to face Fred, [y/N] followed them to Zonko’s. It was easier to avoid looking at him when the boys entered the store (already crowded) and got lost from the girls in the middle of the shelves, their eyes shining with new and classic products.

Taking advantage of the momentary peace, [y/N] wandered around the store, looking for something that could be used for good fun, like some board game. She didn’t realize that Fred was right behind her until he opened his mouth.

His voice a whisper so close to her ear, that it shivered all over her: “you should buy it if you can’t stop staring,” he smirked.

She turned around to face the boy way too close than she expected. Trying to step away, she bumped into the shelve, but fortunately, nothing fell.

“I don’t want a stupid...” [y/N] battled with herself if she should say or not the next word, “furry bear,” she ended up saying because she hated leaving phrases unfinished.

“Yeah, okay,” Fred pretended to believe, puffing his chest.

“I don’t,” [y/N] stated again.

“Sure, if you say so,” he continued his little game.

“Just because Hufflepuffs are kind, it does not mean we like all cute and fluffy and soft things, okay,” [y/N] tried to prove her point using of more complex sentences, but noticing his smile, she thought she only contradicted herself.

“Not all Hufflepuffs are the same,” Fred tried to help her.

“Exactly,” [y/N] crossed her arms.

“But you like the fluffy and plushy,” Fred raised an eyebrow, but he did not look into her eyes.

“Yes,” [y/] agreed, before even realizing what she was saying yes to. She only had time to listen to Fred burst into laughter, she could no longer take back what she said.

But for a second, it didn’t matter; his laugh was worth it. Until it wasn’t.

“So you like plushy, huh,” he repeated non-stop.

“Oh, for Helga’s sake,” [y/N] she puffed, desperately trying to get away from the ginger boy.

***

When the boys had finally bought all they wanted from Zonko’s, [y/N] and Angelina were already outside waiting. There weren’t many things that the girls founded interesting there. Angelina favours Quidditch stuff and, [y/N], as pointed out by Fred himself, prefers fluffy things.

“That took a while,” you pretended to whisper when actually you spoke loud enough for the twins to hear.

“Oh, did we make you wait, puffie?” Fred teased, but [y/N] just rolled her eyes, not ready to fall into his traps again.

“Well, for fairness, it’s you girls’ time to pick a place,” George said, and [y/N] involuntarily smiled at the more delicate Weasley twin.

“Honeydukes!!” [y/N] shouted before Angelina could say anything, but it didn’t matter. The three Gryffindors immediately started giggling at the girl’s excitement to visit the candy store.

Angelina and George got themselves involved in a talk about the new best broom in the market, leaving Fred and [y/N] behind. They both played Quidditch too, but George and Angie made no effort to include them in the conversation.

“See,” [y/N] decided to tease Fred since they were closest, “if we had gone to Honeydukes first, you wouldn’t need to carry those many bags around.”

Fred almost forgot how to walk. He was generally the one that started the teasing — [y/N] wasn’t much of the provocative kind unless she was provoked. However, Fred liked it.

“You would be the one carrying the bags then, genius,” Fred pointed out, turning his face sightless to the right to get a glimpse of her reaction.

“How many sweets do you think I’m buying?” she asked, analyzing the three plastic bags in his left hand and the two others in his right one. She compared it to the three chocolate bars and a couple of chocolate frogs she had in mind, and she was sure it would be just one bag.

Fred shrugged, letting out a soft chuckled. [y/N] might have had a point, but he was not going to admit it.

When they finally arrived at the candy shop, Fred lost sight of [y/N] because she fastly ran inside. Angelina entered the shop too, but George and Fred had so many bags they were afraid to walk in, so they decided to take turns inside.

Fred went in first, excited to see how [y/N] would be in her environment, but he didn’t like what he saw. As soon as he walked in, he saw her in a corner on the left-back, surrounded by some boys. At that distance, Fred would not guess they were Hufflepuffs.

His first instinct was to suppose she was in danger, but then she laughed. Really laughed, in the sweetest way possible, in a way she had never laughed to his jokes.

He knew she was alright, but he wasn’t. He rushed out of the store, surprising George.

“Back so soon?” George asked.

Fred was not in the mood to tell his twin that might have caught feelings for a certain uneasy girl, so he lied.

“Yeah, had no money left. I mean, if I still want a butterbeer,” Fred said, shrugging and taking his brother’s place as the guard of their Zonko’s products.

George said no more, glad to have the chance to buy something sweet for himself. In the middle of the night, after running around with Fred, George loved having a chocolate frog to recharge his energies.

“Next stop,” said Angelina, once the three got out of the candy store, “Three Broomsticks.”

Everybody agreed with ununderstanding whispers. [y/N], as she planned, got out of Honeydukes with only one plastic bag, that she teasingly raised towards Fred, who rolled his eyes, with a troubled expression.

His reaction wasn’t the one [y/N] was anticipating. She wanted him to make a quick remark, mess with her bad eating habits, anything like that. But ignore a clear chance to mess with her — she did not expect that.

She rushed to Angie’s side, happy to get a chance to gossip with her best girl about what the boys she had met in the shop had just told her.

“So, Luke told me that Cormac McLaggen is chasing after your friend Alicia, is that true?” [y/N] asked.

Angelina turned her face to her best friend, confused with such a question. Not that the two never gossip before, but [y/N]’s tone was generally less invasive and judge than this.

“Why? Are you interested?” Angie asked, raising a brow.

[y/N] almost choked.

“Interested? Me?” she puffed. “Please.”

Behind the girls, one of the twins was paying very close attention to the conversation.

“He’s not really your type, is he?”

“I’m not interested in him,” [y/N] debated. “I could be, but I ain’t.”

Angie turned her face to the front again before pulling the door of the Three Broomsticks. The four got in, and George was looking around for an empty table when [y/N] asked: “what are you guys taking?”

“Butterbeer,” the three Gryffindors answered together, causing the girl to smile at their synchronization.

“I’ll get it; you go sit down,” she was actually being nice because, of all of them, she was the one with fewer bags.

Being friends with Madam Rosmerta had its privileges, such as [y/N] was first attended as soon as she reached the counter.

“Hey, Madam Rosmerta! How’s it goin’?” [y/N] asked, working extra hard her charm. The whole counter was staring at her, half angry, half not believing, that she was being served before them.

When the woman finally gave [y/N] her drinks, she headed to the table her friends had picked, noticing with an exhalation that the only chair left was in the middle of Fred and George.

“That was fast,” pointed out George, getting his butterbeer with a smile and tossing you a sickle.

“No need, it’s on me,” [y/N] said, giving George his coin back. “Actually on Rosmerta, but that’s supposably to be a secret.”

Angelina smiled, reaching for her cup and savouring the butterbeer as if it was more tasteful because it had been free.

Fred looked at you without exactly turning but grabbed his drink anyway.

“Thanks,” he whispered, this time Fred’s tone had no sign of banter.

[y/N] was scared they would remain in that dreadful silence, bt Angelina took her chance to tell everyone about her father’s newest accomplishment and how it would affect them — he had a bought a summer house near the beach. She was sure he would allow her to bring them for a weekend.

“Wow, Angie, count me in! Would love beach day!” [y/N] beamed.

Angelina chuckled. “I’ll see if we can go next holiday.”

The whole table cheered in excitement, and George was so happy that he decided to buy them the next round of butterbeer.

When the day in Hogsmeade was over, [y/N] and Fred got back to their usual bickering. George knew that would happen, but Angie was, in fact, hoping for them to finally develop a real friendship, better than the day to day teasing.

Days and months went by. [y/N] ended up getting the better side of Professor Snape, after all — he said her essay was the best one from that class.

Angelina kept trying to connect Fred and [y/N], but it was like she was running from him. Fred seemed neutral about it all, and that was a first.

“So my father got back to me...” Angelina started telling the twins as soon as the Quidditch practice was over.

“And?” George was genuinely enthusiastic.

“And we can go for the Easter holiday!” cheered Angelina. “Unless your mom doesn’t allow you to come...”

“Molly will be pleased to have two less in the house,” admitted George.

“Is [y/N] coming?” Fred asked, raising his voice so he could be heard since he was in the back of the tent.

Angelina exchanged looks with George before answering, scared that he wouldn’t like her answer. “Yes, she is, and I hope you behave.”

“Are you saying that to her?” Fred retorted.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t the one who messes with her,” Angelina tilted her head towards Fred, who just shrugged, puffing as if he was innocent. “Well, gonna invite Alicia and Katie. See you later.”

***

Part of [y/N] wondered why she had said yes. Sure, Angelina Johnson was her best friend of all times, but still, as her father drove you two to the beach house, all she could think of was that it would be a house filled with Gryffindors and she would be the only outsider.

She wasn’t friends with the others. She could become friends with Alicia and Katia, she guessed, and George was somewhat of a colleague, but Fred? Oh, Helga, she signed in for a nightmare.

Since the Hogsmeade trip a couple of months ago, things without explanation kept on happening with [y/n] more often than before. Clothes coloured in bright pink, her cat turning in with two tails instead of just one, and she even received letters with nothing written on — those were the most confusing of the pranks. Again, she was almost sure it was Fred’s fault, but since the pranks were harmless, she never confronted him about them.

Angelina and [y/N] had time to settle themselves down in a room just for the two — Katie and Alicia were getting another one, and Fred and George the one far most at the end of the corridor.

When the six kids were all together, things started getting, well, exciting. There was no way Fred and George were going to let that trip be a bore.

Without parents around, you six stayed on the beach until 4 a.m, watching the sun rising far away. Alicia had brought some firewhisky, but since it was only two bottles, the group decided to save for later.

When [y/N] woke up on the second day, she found herself lying in a mattress-shaped floater, tossed in the middle of the pool.

“WEASLEYS!!” she shouted, waking the whole house up.

With no wand around, [y/N] had no option but to jump in the pool and swim to get out of there. When she managed to cross half of the backyard, Fred and George appeared at the door, and you took a glimpse inside the house, where the girls ate breakfast like nothing was happening to [y/N].

“Morning-swim, huh?” Fred crossed his arms, smirking slightly.

“You’ll pay for that, Fred,” she replied, shaking, the coldness of the water that soaked her combined with the wind of the beach was not doing her good.

“Cute pyjamas, puffie” he continued teasing as she passed him by — his eyes following her back as she went upstairs. The nickname was not something she was quite fond of, especially because she knew he used it just because of her house.

George nudged his twin. “Don’t ask why she doesn’t like you,” George said, leaving his brother at the door and sitting down next to Alicia.

“What? You helped,” pointed down Fred, sitting too.

“Yeah, but she likes me,” George raised a brow, his confident expression did not even shake at the dark look his twin cast.

*** When the night came, [y/N] was sure she had gotten a tan, but after she got in the shower and took a good look in front of the mirror, it was like the tan was gone. She wasn’t hurt, though, so it wasn’t all bad.

Getting downstairs, she noticed that the group hadn’t been able to keep themselves away from the firewhisky any longer, because the only two bottles were displayed in the middle of the table set outside in the backyard.

[y/N]’s white dress was practically sparkling in the dim light of outside, and for a minute, Fred was out of breath, staring at her in a way he had never before.

Well, actually... Never before since they arrived. But Fred was not gonna mention the other thousand times she left him breathless by her looks.

“Where’s Angie?” [y/N] asked before sitting down, noticing that her bestie was the only one left.

“Still showering. Angie says she can feel the sand everywhere yet,” explained Katie.

“And who’s to blame...” [y/N] wondered aloud, trying to provoke the twins who had been fighting everyone in the sand earlier.

Even though Fred teased her the whole afternoon — how she would never win him in the fight, how she was laze, how he was fast — she didn’t give in, preferring to get sunbathed. It didn’t work though, but at least she didn’t have sand in all weird places now.

Angie finally got outside, wearing a beautiful set of shorts and a floral blouse.

“Let’s start the game, come on, I really need it,” she said, and the whole table agreed.

They played an updated version of beer pong, the muggle game, and [y/N] was losing badly to everyone else. That meant that she was the one drinking more, and, for Helga, she was not used to it, but with time, the effects seemed to disappear.

When the game was over, [y/N] had been sitting for minutes at the edge of the pool, wetting only her feet. There was a cup of firewhisky in her hands, but even if not drunk, she knew she shouldn’t keep drinking it.

Someone found a way to play muggle music, and Angelina, Alicia, Katie and George were having the time of their lives in the improvised dance floor.

Fred was walking, as silently as he could, towards [y/N]. He wasn’t very fond of the music playing, and he wasn’t as drunk as the others. Generally, he would have pretended to be, like George was doing, just for the fun of it, but watching [y/N] all alone, he knew he had to something about her.

“Hey,” she smiled softly, noticing the boy sitting down next to her.

“Are you okay?” he asked, but she never answered. She put the cup down though — Fred thought that was a good sign. “I’m sorry about the pool earlier.”

[y/N] stared back at him, this time trying to analyze every aspect of his face. Like how he had moe freckles on his left cheek then the right. How his nose was big but yet perfectly pleasant to look at. How he was leaning towards her even though he wasn’t noticing. But she did. And she leaned in too.

“You know, if you wanted my attention, there were other ways to get it,” she said, surprising herself with the bravery to speak up.

Fred froze.

“You could have apologized to my cat, that would’ve been nice, for starters,” she said, this time surprising him, who laughed it off.

“He didn’t like the extra tail?”

“He actually did,” she joined him in the laughter, remembering her pet playing with a smile in her dorm room because he now had two tails. “Hey, how did you found out that he was my cat and not any other?”

Fred smiled in the dim light.

“He was the fluffiest,” was his answer. [y/N] elbowed him, pretending to be angry, but she knew that, unfortunately, her cat was the furriest cat Hogwarts had ever seen.

After a moment of silence, [y/N] decided she better get back to her room — and she hoped this time she would wake up there too. Getting up without warning, she ended up scaring Fred.

“Where are you going?” he asked, getting up too.

“Back to bed,” she said. “Better get a good night sleep before tomorrow — it is our last day after all.”

Fred wrinkled his nose. He knew she was right, but he also knew that it was his last chance to do something with her, at least, under the spark of the moon.

But she seemed so far away...

“Well, at least let me accompany you,” Fred offered [y/N] his arm, which she took with a smile.

They walked in silence — the rest of the group didn’t even notice they were gone.

[y/N] was about to get to her room when Fred stopped her.

“Wait,” he was confused whether it was the best time or not, but it was his only time so... “wait here, I’m gonna grab something for you.”

He walked to the end of the corridor, rushing to his room. Fred was rummaging through his suitcase, looking for what he wanted to give her.

[y/N] waited patiently — and quite anxiously — for whatever Fred was going to give her.

“Here, ” he said, giving her something he had hidden in his back. [y/N] grabbed from his hands, surprised with the texture of what she got. “I don’t know if Angelina ever mentioned me and my brother want to open a joke shop, and well, this product... You kinda inspired me to do it.”

She studied the hairy, yellow ball in her hands. Thankfully, she held it gently, because when she turned the thing over, she noticed that two little blue eyes were staring at her, startled.

“Oh my Helga, Freddie, is this alive?” she asked, but the answer didn’t really matter because she was already petting the small furry ball.

“It’s she, actually,” he smiled, noticing how happy she was with the gift. “Has no name, though.”

“What is she?” she asked while playing with the pet, noticing she was warming up to [y/N]’s touch.

“George and I named it Pygmy Puff — a miniature Puffskein,” Fred explained, petting the furry ball too. “They are generally pink or purple, so yours was made with a lot of care.”

[y/N] looked up from the yellow Pygmy Puff to Fred and tilted her head, uncontrollably smiling.

“Guess the Pygmy Puff has something to do with me too,” [y/N] teased.

“The whole thing has something to do with you,” Fred let out, blushing immediately, but [y/N] didn’t notice. Fred fake-coughed. “So, what will you name her?”

[y/N] thought about it for a while. “I guess it would only make sense if she was named Gryffie. After all, her creator is a Gryffindor,” [y/N] blushed but avoided looking at Fred, focusing solemnly in the Pygmy Puff.

“It makes sense,” Fred looked from the pet to the girl and bit his inner cheek. “Two houses come together for an invention.”

“That’s the Hogwarts spirit,” [y/N] laughed it off. “Thank you, Fred,” she said before leaning on tiptoes to place a kiss on Fred’s cheek.

The Pygmy Puff enjoyed the time with no attention and walked from [y/N]’s hand to her shoulder, and Fred stared at the fluffy thing while [y/N] kissed him.

And somehow it felt like the pet was trying to say something.

[y/N] stepped away and said good-night, entering her room with a sad look. She didn’t want the night to end. So, after placing Gryffie on the bed, she turned to the door, ready to open it again. But Fred was faster.

They stared for a full second before both rushed towards each other, locking their lips in a soft but potent kiss.

Fred’s hands found her waist and pulled her closer, as closer as Fred could — close as he always wished she was. [y/N], of course, ran her fingers through his hair, something she had been wanting to do for a while now, and she was glad to find such fluffy and soft hair.

They were breathless, but neither wanted to pull away. Fred leaned to her neck, finding her sensitive spot right away, and there was nothing better than hearing her moan so close to his ear.

Behind them, the Pygmy Puff made some sound weird, but they just laughed it off and pulled each other closer again, as if they could be closer than they were.

The Pygmy Puff cried again, and this time non-stop, so [y/N] had to pull away. She was the mother of that pet for only a couple of minutes, but she was very protective over it already.

“What is it?” she murmured towards the fluffy ball at the same time Fred cleared his throat, making [y/N] turn to Fred again, who was looking at the stairs.

“Hi, little love birds,” giggled a very drunk Angelina.

Fred and [y/N] were instantly red, from head to toes, but Angelina and the rest of the group didn’t even care, they just couldn’t giggling and bumping into each other.

“Hey, George, I think I’ll better sleep in your room,” Angelina spoke again. “I believe you’ll have an empty bed.”

“Good idea,” George said, locking arms with Angelina to protect her from falling — she could do it at any moment now. “Good-night, love birds. Or should I say love puffs?”

The four teenagers were laughing out loud, they could wake someone up if only someone were sleeping. George and Angie closed their door as soon as they walked in and winking at [y/N] and Fred, Alicia closed the door of hers and Katie’s room.

“Well, I guess I just lost my bed, puffie” Fred sighed, pretending to be upset, leaning on the door frame.

His eyes sparkled in the dim light of her room. [y/N] smirked, pulling him by his collar, suddenly very aware of her Femme Fatale powers.

“Good thing I have an extra one here,” she said, kissing him again, and again, and again...

#fred weasley #Fred and George #Fred and George Weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff!reader #fred weasley x hufflepuff #pygmy puff #gryffindor #hufflepuff #fred and george imagine #fred imagine #angelina johnson #george weasley

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zalrb · 3 years ago

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tv rewatch: gg edition s2e1

LOL the recap of the last season is so DRAMATIC

i like how they start with nate making out in a car and all you see is blonde hair so you’re supposed to be like, is it serena??? no just an adult who should know better.

and now she’s betty’s mom on riverdale because ofc she is.

i don’t know of any reading where the author isn’t immediately talking to the people who came to hear them read. the bookstore sets you up with a table at the back of the room with a pile of your books and a pen because authors need MONEY.

“i told him it was good as your story in the new yorker” you mean his diary entry?

penn bulked up a bit in season 2 tho.

i get that they’re trying to show jenny is interning in a hostile work environment but if her superior is just talking about how everyone needs to do twice as much and jenny is already done, she wouldn’t deride her for already being done, she just would be dismissive and give her more work to do.

dan, you can start a story without a date being the title.

“blair will never forgive you for you did to her” it turns out that blair, in fact, forgives a lot of shit that chuck does to her. #truelove

lmao like they really would take the jitney. blair waldorf would not do buses.

“the only thing lamer than dating dan humphrey, is mourning dan humphrey.” lol blair.

i didn’t realize that robots got jealous, did they update your software while i was away? now, that line would be some terrible dialogue about patriarchy with a wooden delivery.

“well, if you call a different girl every night dating.” yes, jenny, that is literally what dating is.

ok i’ve studied with some harsh writers in the past but if dan is genuinely having writer’s block then his mentor would do something to help, like if he isn’t the type to actually talk about what it is that’s blocking dan then a free writing exercise or a prompt, a book recommendation.

honestly, nate’s makeouts/sex scenes with mrs. robinson 2.0 do not look hot.

“how well do you know blair waldorf is kinda boring for those of us who actually know blair waldorf.” “not to mention, transparent.” drag him.

chair angst! “see you at school” sounds better than nate’s “good catching up.”

i remember when i watched in real time when blair took the pin back i was like YAAASSSSSSSSSSSS oh teenage zal, you didn’t know then that chair would become one of your notps. lol.

“i don’t even like james!” “thank you i was waiting for that.” lol serena is nicer than me, i remember when initiumseries didn’t like a dude and she finally said it and i was like so are you done now? like are you done?

“besides, it’s tourist season in the city, easy pickings.” wow chuck are you ever not predatory?

you know, it’s interesting, rewatching gg and blair and chuck because in season 1, we see how chuck falls for blair, we see him view her in a way nate didn’t, we see him jealous, we see him enamored but really, post limo save for texting each other when she was at nate’s fitting and that one soft moment on her birthday, we don’t really see how blair views chuck because she’s so caught up with trying to work things out with nate. i mean, yeah, shippers are going to say she didn’t want to admit that chuck means anything to her, she felt guilty for sleeping with him so she threw herself into being with nate, but because chuck is blackmailing her and she’s stressed out the entire time by the time we get to the finale when they’re kissing on the dance floor and even now, it’s like hmm, i think i needed to see a bit more of what blair misses with chuck when she isn’t with chuck in season 1. we needed a little more of those texting moments where she’s happy and giddy while with chuck or a bit more of what happens in season 2 where she’s fantasizing about him and then stops herself. i just bring this up because when she’s talking about how she didn’t want chuck to know how badly he hurt her and stuff i’m like i get it, i’ll go with it but i think there needed to be more.

but dan’s writer block is stupid. just ... write something ELSE. at least TRY.

“I know that face, that face is not your friend!” lol eric.

nate is just so ... basic. lmao.

the hamptons is the richest they ever look actually.

“thanks for giving me another chance.” “thanks for being worthy of it.” what has jenny done to be worthy of it tho?

“trying to ruin my marriage?” you’re a grown ass woman.

cece just looks like she’s hitting on dan, it’s uncomfortable

i’m your biggest fan i’ll follow you until you looooooooooooooove me.

that kiss also isn’t as hot as it’s supposed to be, i guess because it’s supposed to look hot since it’s performative.

i actually liked serena’s dress. or well, i think it’s OK.

so finally rewatching the derena scene where dan sees the serenate kiss has me like, is dan an ass because he’d been two-timing girls throughout the summer? yes. is he wrong for being frustrated that serena is kissing nate to make someone jealous and she can’t tell him who or why? no, not when he says that it’s the same drama different city because this is exactly what broke them up in the first place, she can’t be honest with him about things that are happening even though those things find a way of getting involved in his life somehow. but this is the point of derena and the two people from different worlds context but instead of it being a class difference it’s mostly that serena always finds herself in some kind of drama involving the same people and dan will never understand why the drama has to exist at all but they love each other anyway, so it’s basically this

which is also supposed to be chair in a different way.

what’s funny though is that those girls are mad that dan was making out with one of them when he was supposed to be meeting someone else but the girl he was making out with brought a date without telling dan so, i mean. all they had to do was change ‘date’ to ‘friend’ to make him appear more of a sleaze.

blair’s face when marcus speaks in his english accent is HILARIOUS.

lmao why would nate and betty’s mom leave TOGETHER?

aww three words, eight letters... the way blair leans forward and holds her breath just trying to urge the words out, if there’s anything i can say about chair it’s their chemistry.

i feel like it’s unrealistic to think that dan knows how to build a fire.

also sex on the beach is like ... sand, man, sand EVERYWHERE.

xoxo zalrb

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