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egcdeath · 3 years ago

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ways to say i love you without saying “i love you”

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: you and steve explore love languages

word count: 5.1k

warnings: fluff, a little angst because of miscommunications, reader & steve being idiots, good intentions but terrible delivery, mentions of other characters

author’s note: this fic has been sitting unfinished in my drafts for so long. this fic is like, ancient. this fic was almost destroyed because it was briefly in the library of alexandria. when i reopened the document with this fic, there were mold spores growing on it. (p.s. steve’s love langauge is acts of service, and the reader’s is quality time)

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Prologue

Steve was a multitasker. You knew this well. Perhaps too well.

That never seemed to bother you before, but if the man who was supposed to be taking a serene nature walk with you checked his goddamn flip phone one more time, you were completely sure that you’d lose it.

You paused your story about your obnoxious coworkers for a moment, stopping in the middle of the gravelly trail you two were making your way down.

“Steve, seriously, are you even listening?” you griped, ushering him towards the side of the pavement as a man on a bike flew by.

He guffawed a bit at this, “of course I am. You just said something about…” he paused, and you gestured with your hands for him to continue. “Okay, sorry,” the blush on his face was becoming more and more apparent.

You involuntarily scoffed, rolling your eyes as you did so, “I’m glad to know that whatever you’re waiting for on there,” you gestured to his pocket, “is more important than spending quality time with your girlfriend, who, must I remind you, took time off to be here with you.”

“Nothing is more important to me than you, I’m just on call. I’m probably going to get called to go on a mission any moment now.”

“Steve!” you huffed, “you literally just got back, like, two hours ago. Can’t someone else go? Tony? Vision? Anyone?”

“I might’ve volunteered myself-“

“You’re unbelievable, Steve. Are you getting tired of me or something? You’ve been avoiding me like the plague ever since I moved in with you. If I upset you, or you’re gonna propose to me or something, can you just tell me?”

“I promise you it’s not personal at all,” he reached for your hand and gently held it. “Everything’s just been crazy. I mean, these Hydra bases have been popping up left and right. Just give me a little grace, okay? I don’t get upset with you when SHIELD starts making you work those ungodly hours.”

You opened your mouth to debate him, but surely enough, the canny and familiar ringtone of Steve’s work phone interrupted you before you could even begin.

“Okay… Yeah. I’ll be there in thirty.”

You frowned at Steve as he spoke on the phone and shook your head disapprovingly, “unbelievable,” you muttered, storming in the direction of your home.

——

Steve was no fool, he knew when he messed up, and he was more than willing to take responsibility for such. Now was one of those times. He knew that he should’ve been making more time for you. He was well aware that he shouldn’t have gotten defensive when you pointed this out.

He just had no idea how to apologize.

You weren’t exactly making it easy for him either, taking much longer hours in an attempt to avoid him. While he could understand your frustrations, it became a little more difficult everyday for him to properly apologize to you in a way he felt was meaningful.

Eventually figuring to use your avoidance as a tool, Steve devised a plot to make an apology for you so considerate, so superb, that you could never be angry with him again. A plot that included a several course meal, all concocted by himself.

He could imagine the look on your face as you came home from work, shocked, but the good kind of shock. Pleasantly surprised that your sweet boyfriend had put in such a huge amount of effort to say sorry.

He couldn’t help but imagine the scenario: you would relax into your seat at the table after Steve pulled out the chair for you, hum in content as he poured your favorite wine. Moan happily at the taste of a homemade and rarely prepared salad dressing, before complimenting the melt-in-your-mouth entree he had spent an unknown amount of time laboring over. Finally, you’d gush over the dessert that Steve hadn’t had the chance to cook in years, tell him that he worked far too hard putting everything together, especially for a little argument. Steve would scoff, tell you you’re being too kind, and you would pull him in for a red wine and dark chocolate flavored kiss.

The thought of you, your genuine and warm smile after a long day at work, and an even longer week worth of unspoken tension between you both, was enough to keep Steve motivated through the hours he spent preparing your meal.

He greeted you at the door like an excited puppy as soon as he heard your keys jingle. Sure, work had kept you a bit longer than he’d expected, and your food was likely a little cool by now, but he was excited to make amends.

However, you did not seem to share the same enthusiasm as Steve.

“Welcome home, gorgeous. Come sit,” Steve nudged you into the dining area, and you sluggishly followed, exhausted from a tiring day of training new agents.

“What’s wrong?” he inquired, pulling out a chair that you didn’t even attempt to sit down on.

“I had a really long day. I kinda just wanna get to bed,” you shrugged before rubbing your creased temple.

Steve internally cringed at the thought of all of his hard work going to waste. For some reason, he’d not envisioned this less pleasant outcome before. “Sweetheart,” he began in a nearly whiny tone, but you weren’t in much of a mood to be persuaded.

“I’m sorry. Weird things were happening at work that I don’t care to get into now, and honestly, I’m not even that hungry,” you reached out and gave Steve’s hand a little squeeze. “But it all looks and smells so good! I Promise I’ll warm some up tomorrow for lunch.”

“I-,” he paused, “please. Maybe you could just take a few bites of everything. It took me a really long time to get everything prepped and ready.”

You frowned at the plea, feeling a bit guilty but almost… satisfied at the same time. Steve struggled to make time for you because of his work, and now he was getting a little taste of his own medicine.

“I really am sorry. But hey, now we’re even?” you offered with a playful wink, slipping away before you gave your partner a chance to respond. You truly didn’t have the energy for a four course meal that night, let alone another argument.

——

Wanda was silent for a moment as she sipped from a mug of coffee, watching you with a suspiciously focused look on her face.

“Wanda?” you prompted, seemingly snapping her out of whatever trance she had found herself in.

“Oh my God, I know exactly what you guys need,” she just about blurted, reaching across the café table to grab your hand.

“Were you reading my mind?”

Your friend didn’t respond, but the devious smirk on her face was enough of an answer.

“What happened to telling me before reading me?”

“You just looked like there was a lot on your mind. And absolutely no way that you’d tell me,” she shrugged nonchalantly.

“Of course I was gonna tell you! Why else would I ask my friend in a cute relationship to meet me for coffee?”

“Because you like me?”

“No, never that. I just needed advice,” the two of you shared a laugh for a moment.

“Well don’t waste your breath. When Vis and I had a rough patch, we just had to learn each other’s love languages. You’d be surprised just how much that synthezoid values those acts of services.”

“And you?”

“I’m a words of affirmation girl myself,” she shrugged. “You should find out yours, and try to figure out Steve’s. I guarantee it’ll be helpful in the long run. I can send you guys a test, if you want?”

“Oh god no, please don’t tell him that I told you about us. Actually, I didn’t even tell you! You were digging around in my brain, and I don’t appreciate that. Just do me a favor, and don’t share this with anyone, okay?” You paused dramatically, then leaned in to speak to your friend in a whisper, “but send me that test when you get the chance.”

Gift Giving

“A little reality-warping birdie told me you’ve been having some relationship problems,” Tony said teasingly once Bruce left the conference room, leaving him and Steve alone.

Steve paused for a moment, trying to decide whether he should lie or fess up to the allegation. “How did she know?” Steve finally responded, standing up and pushing the chair he was sitting on behind him.

Tony shrugged dismissively, “I don’t ask these kinds of things. I just hear in passing that the geriatric is having a hard time and tune in.”

Steve shook his head slightly, rolling his eyes to mask his clear embarrassment.

“Well, is it true?”

“We’ve just been having the occasional… rift. A little more than occasionally.”

Tony nodded, fake pondering the situation, “well, I always know what I do for Pep, at least after I tell her I’m getting rid of the suit. Go buy her something nice. Really nice, like jewelry, or a purse if she’s into that kind of thing. I would say a car, but I know that Social Security check isn’t getting you too far. You know what? Put it on the company card. My treat.”

Steve wanted to scoff, turn his nose up at the offer like it was a terrible idea, but it really wasn’t. Maybe a material surprise was the way to win you back. He made a soft ‘hmph,’ noise as he mulled it over. “That’s definitely not your worst idea. Thanks,” he gave his teammate a soft smile before collecting himself and heading out of the conference room.

His first stop after work was some local jeweler. Steve threw on a (not very) inconspicuous outfit before entering the building, where he browsed for a good hour, searching for something that he believed you’d like. After looking at more jewelry than he had ever cared to see in his life, he decided on a necklace with a thin golden chain with a decent sized diamond hanging off of it. It was a little pricier, and you’d be able to tell— but he hoped it would help the gift mean more to you.

——

When you arrived home late that night, Steve was sitting in the living room waiting for you. It was almost daunting, the sight of him sitting alone on the couch mostly in the dark, only the television illuminating his face. He kind of reminded you of a parent waiting to confront their child who just snuck out, or a concerned friend seconds away from staging an intervention with you.

Walking past the room, you peeked your head through the doorway, and observed the flat, small box in front of him on the coffee table.

“Hey, Sweetheart,” he greeted, standing up so he could greet you with a hug and grabbing the little box as he did so.

“Is everything okay?” you probed, speaking into Steve’s shoulder.

“Of course. I just wanted you to know how much I love you, and that I’m sorry for not having as much time for you as I should,” he pulled away before holding the box out for you.

You hesitantly took the box and opened it, letting out a gasp when you viewed the delicate looking gold necklace.

You were having mixed emotions, because it was clearly beautiful and you were grateful to the gesture. But you knew that this must’ve been expensive, and that it was so unlike Steve to have done something like this. Your frugal, Great Depression era guy wasn’t exactly the most material.

“I love it,” you gushed, admiring the jewelry.

“Can I put it on you?” Steve asked, and received a nod in return.

Steve set the box down on the table and lifted up the necklace, bringing it up to your neck and focusing on clasping it in the back.

“Babe, how much was this?” you blurted, not even being able to filter the words before they left your mouth.

“Hmm? That doesn’t matter,” he dismissed, then stepped away from you to admire your clavicle.

“It just feels weird letting you spend so much on me.”

“It’s a gift, though. You’re not supposed to think about those things,” he hummed, pressing a chaste peck to your nose.

“Steve, I got you a Nespresso for Christmas and you wouldn’t stop complaining about how expensive it was. I love it, I really do. It’s beautiful and I’ll always think of you when I wear it. I just think that maybe we should have the same standards for each other,” you stood up from your seat and sidestepped him. “I need a shower.”

Steve watched you walk off, letting your words simmer in his thoughts.

That was the last time he would take relationship advice from Tony.

Words of Affirmation

This conclusion probably shouldn’t have taken you this long, but you were almost completely sure that this would be the love language to win Steve back over. You felt bad for some of the occurrences between the two of you lately, with sour exchanges and sweet moments that turned bitter on a whim.

In all honesty, you were concerned that Steve doubted your love for him. And if his love language really was words of affirmation, this would certainly convince him otherwise.

You sat at your desk the night before Steve departed for a two-week mission, trying to write a nice message for him. You tapped your pen on the stock paper in deep thought as you tried to figure out the best thing to say.

I’m sorry for arguing so much with you lately. You and everything that you do mean the world to me, even when you get on my nerves. I love you more than anything and that will never change.

The words looked cramped and unkempt on the little note. Your handwriting got messier as you went. You groaned at it, crumpled the paper, and tossed it in your trash bin. Time to start over again.

I’m sorry for arguing with you. I love you a lot. Can you stop picking up your phone when we’re spending time together?

You groaned at the passive aggressive tone of your message. That certainly wasn’t going to get you anywhere. Straight to the bin it goes.

I love you so much so don’t die on your mission or I’ll be pretty upset. Be safe out there xx.

The tone was even more off now. You needed to think of something that would really make Steve remember you while he was gone. For a second, you considered snapping a nude with a polaroid and attaching it to the letter.

I’m sorry that things have been so bad nasty for us lately. I promise that I love you, despite our ups and downs. Nothing will ever change that. I’ll miss you more than you know while you’re gone. Make sure you call me every day, my love.

A little cheesy, but you signed off with your name regardless, and contentedly looked at your work. The spacing looked correct, the tone wasn’t harsh, and you knew for a fact that Steve would appreciate it.

You stayed up a little later than normal, waiting for Steve to get home and change out of his ‘work clothes’ so that you could slip the note into his utility belt.

You folded the note to a small little square and set it beside an granola bar in a pocket you’d assumed he frequently used. Content with your work, you laid back in bed until your partner slipped in bed beside you, and sleepily cuddled into you until you were both unconscious.

—

Around two weeks had passed since Steve had seen you last, and he had decided to stop by the office and finish up paperwork before coming to see you. It had been radio silence on his end, despite the note in his clothing that clearly requested daily contact. Part of you wondered if Steve had seen it at all.

Steve had just finished signing the documents when he finally noticed it, reaching into a sparsely used part of his belt to have a quick snack. His hand landed on a folded piece of paper, and he cringed as he unfolded it, the letter becoming clearer and clearer as he did so. He wondered just how long the message had been waiting for him.

He read your sweet words with a frown on his face, the guilt from not opening it sooner overriding the sweet feelings that he would otherwise have. He grabbed his phone and considered texting you, but abandoned that thought altogether.

“FRIDAY, any idea where Y/N is right now?”

“I was told not to share any information about Ms. L/N, Captain Rogers.”

“Whose orders?” Steve pressed.

“Hers,” the bot quipped back.

Steve groaned aloud. He was really in for it tonight.

Physical Touch

“Have you tried touching her more?” Thor casually queried. The water that Steve had just consumed nearly flew out of his nose, and his cheeks reddened instantly.

“Pardon?” he asked, looking away from his friend instantly.

“I understand that you and Y/N have been having troubles lately. Perhaps she does not feel held by you. Maybe she wants you to show her off in public, to hold her hand, hug her,” he suggested.

Could Steve even be blamed for going there? He was having a chat with a god of fertility. Who wouldn’t think the same?

“Stark’s gala tonight. Show the world that she’s yours, and I guarantee that she’ll love every moment of it.”

——

You were confused. Really confused.

The night began with some simple touches, hand holding as you entered the building, a casual arm around your waist as you chatted with donors and politicians you hadn’t seen in months, a playful match of footsie under the table while waiting for food. But it came to a head when Steve had decided to rest his hand on your ass and grope you in the midst of a conversation.

Now, in any other situation, you would welcome this affection. But both you and Steve had never been a fan of PDA, and this was a bit too far.

As subtle as you could manage, you pushed his hand away, offering him a sour look as you did so.

“Excuse us,” you told some rich old man in an artificially sweet tone before ushering Steve off to his office for a bit more privacy.

“What was that about?” you questioned, sitting down in the padded chair behind Steve’s desk, and running your fingers over your necklace in a bit of a nervous tick.

“What do you mean?” he retorted, standing across from you at the desk and setting his hands on top of the clear table.

“Why were you groping me in front of people? That’s really... unlike you. And it made me uncomfortable.”

Steve frowned genuinely, looking down at the table in embarrassment. “I’m really sorry. For making you uncomfortable. It sounds ridiculous but I was just trying something new.”

“Apology accepted, but are you sure? You weren’t like, jealous of those guys or something? You know you’re the only hundred year old I have eyes for,” you set your hands atop of his and squeezed.

Steve chuckled at this, the flush of his cheeks only highlighted more by the laughter, “it’s just that, uh, Thor told me I should try showing you off more. Or something like that.”

“So you groped me in front of our guests? That’s silly. And a little unprofessional,” you glanced over at the cork board on his desk sitting next to his desktop, and amongst the neatly arranged scratched out to-do lists and random reminders, you couldn’t help but notice the creased paper of the note you’d left for his mission. Your chest warmed when your eyes fell upon it.

“When did you find this thing?” you asked, pointing to the note.

“I meant to say something, but when I found it, FRIDAY said you didn’t want to talk to me. SO I was going to bring it up when I got home, but you were still working. After that, I kinda… you know-”

“Forgot?” you finished with a hearty laugh, “It’s fine. You’re such a dork. C’mere so I can get my own groping in,” you chided, grinning to yourself when Steve wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace.

Acts of Service

Steve was quietly folding your laundry in your bedroom when it finally occurred to you, but when it did, it hit like a ton of bricks.

Steve’s love language was acts of service!

Things suddenly began to make sense to you, the way that he initially attempted to apologize by spending hours cooking one meal, how he consistently worked to make your life as comfortable as possible, and his great insistence to do house chores, despite you being more than capable.

Steve set down a stack of folded sweatshirts by your calf, snapping you away from your brief retrospective daze. If that really was the case, and Steve’s love language truly was acts of kindness, you had to come up with some sort of plan to communicate to him just how much you cared about him in a way that he really appreciated.

Luckily for you, you were a quick thinker. Before you even knew it, a week filled with random acts of kindness before he was off on yet another mission was quickly hatched.

——

You were up at the ass-crack of dawn. Really. Steve liked to get up earlier than the sun in order to run, or train, or whatever the hell it was that superheroes did. You were seriously regretting your decision to wake up around the same time as him in order to do some favors for him in the morning.

By the time Steve was back from his run, his favorite coffee was brewed and cooling, and you were in the laundry room at the dryer, preparing to give Steve a warm towel after his shower.

Despite the three mugs of coffee you’d just downed, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep your eyes open. It didn’t help that your eyelids felt like they weighed fifty pounds each, and the warmth of the dryer next to you was providing you with just enough comfort to drift off.

And drift you did. In fact, half an hour later, you’d missed the frantic calling out for you from your boyfriend as he searched for you around the apartment.

You finally awoke when he shook your shoulders, his amused voice bringing you back to consciousness.

“What’s going on here?” Steve grinned, pushing some hair out of your face.

“Mmm,” you began, “Iwantedtogetawarmtowel,” you slurred sleepily and incoherently.

“Even with super hearing I couldn’t decipher that. Let’s get you a mattress, okay?” Steve hoisted you up like you were nothing, and carried your half asleep body all the way up to your bedroom.

The next thing you knew, you were buried under your favorite comforter and propped against a mountain of feathery pillows. A gentle forehead kiss and an incomprehensible sentence about calling off of work for you later, you were back in a deep sleep.

So much for warm towels.

—

You were going to do better this time. That’s what you told yourself as you strolled through the grocery store, the same store that you hadn’t shopped in since moving in with Steve, as he preferred to do the shopping himself.

Equipped with a short paper list and sheer determination to make the trip as short and accurate as possible, you gathered all of the groceries that you believed were necessary— just enough to restock the fridge, and fill some gaps left in the cupboard.

Your time at the store was indeed brief, as you found yourself in the checkout lane after just twenty minutes (you definitely weren’t going to brag about that to Steve later. Definitely not), and back home with just enough time to unload the groceries, and further prep yourself to go to work.

You’d honestly forgotten about your trip to the store by the time that you arrived home, up until you found your boyfriend arm deep in your pantry, hellbent on finding… something.

“Can I help you?” you poked with a laugh, coming up beside Steve and peeking over his shoulder.

“I’m just… Did you happen to grab any protein bars while you were at the store?” he asked, pausing his search to look back at you.

“I don’t think so. Why? It’s not like you need any more protein,” you teased, squeezing a bicep to demonstrate your words.

“They’re pretty convenient when I’m out in the field. Don’t worry about it, though. I’ll just swing by the store and grab some before my mission tomorrow. Actually, I should probably go now. Y’know, before I forget,” Steve was already grabbing his car keys from the counter by the time his sentence was finished, leaving you to fight off your disappointment at your minor grocery store failure.

You looked at what you now knew was an insufficiently filled pantry and pinched the bridge of your nose. You had seriously underestimated the ins and outs of shopping for a super soldier.

Well, third time’s the charm?

—

After this week, you would never complain about waking up early again. You were now up at an absolutely ungodly hour, scrambling eggs, flipping pancakes, and spreading jam on toast for a sleeping, unsuspecting Steve.

You placed the plate on a sturdy wooden tray, poured orange juice and an extra glass of water, and set a nicely folded napkin, along with utensils, next to the items.

You hoped that the scent of bacon wafting up to your bedroom would eventually pull him out of his slumber, and seeing how bacon was the only thing left to finish cooking, you took a little break.

A round of Candy Crush turned into two, then three, and goddamnit, why can’t you beat this fourth level! You got so wrapped up in your mobile game that you didn’t even notice when the scent from your kitchen became slightly rancid, and when you rushed over to the oven to check on your now extremely burnt bacon, the smoke detector wailed.

You grabbed a kitchen towel and waved your arms like a madwoman near the smoke detector, the shrieking eventually stopping, but not before Steve was halfway down the stairs.

“Y/N, where are you? Is everything okay?” he nearly shouted, racing down the stairs and barreling through the smoky kitchen to find you. When he reached you, he wrapped his arms around your waist and began to pull you out of the kitchen.

“Steve, relax. Everything is okay. Except those pieces of bacon,” you rubbed your now sweaty palms on your pajama pants before breaking away from him to crack open the kitchen window.

“Christ, what happened? And why are you up so early?”

“I was trying to make you breakfast in bed,” you admitted, rather embarrassed by the dramatic scene you’d accidentally created. “Sorry,” you muttered.

Steve wrapped his arms around you once more, this time in a reassuring bear hug that left your cheeks pressed to his chest. “Don’t be. I really appreciate this, and everything else you’ve done this week. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

“I guess,” you mumbled into his shirt.

“Besides, everything else looks delicious. And you tried your best for me while trying something new. I think that’s really sweet of you.”

“Really?” you pried, looking up at him.

“Really,” Steve confirmed.

“Well, I think it would be really sweet of you if you went back to bed and got all cozy so I can take care of you.”

Steve chuckled softly, pressed a little kiss to your nose, then nodded, “yes ma’am.”

Quality Time

Steve had been in a bubbly mood since getting back from his mission, and for no particular reason. It wasn’t like you weren’t happy that your partner was happy, but feeling like you were out of the loop was slightly concerning.

Before you could let your thoughts run too wild, you decided to pop the question during one of your evening walks.

“Okay Steve, what is going on with you?” you asked, veering to the side of the trail when a biker rode past you.

��Nothing big. Nothing too important. I’m just out of service for the next three months,” Steve said casually, playing it cool.

“What?!” you paused, your brows raising and eyes widening in surprise as you searched his face for sincerity. “You’re serious?”

“Serious as a heart attack.”

“Steve!” you gasped happily, nearly roaring out his name in excitement. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“I was going to tell you before wining and dining you, but you beat me to it. So…?”

“…So I’m happy to have you back. I may need you to negotiate some time away from work for me in the next few months, then. I don’t wanna miss this preview of stay-at-home-dad-Steve.”

“Hey, don’t push it.”

“Oh, I’m planning on pushing it.”

Epilogue

The sun was beating down on you, but the soothing breeze that flowed past your checked blanket every so often provided a pleasant antidote to the summer heat.

You’d truly picked the best day for a picnic.

Despite spending a good amount of time with your partner, the last month and a half had truly felt like a whirlwind. You casually started looking for a forever home, found yourselves making plans for an early retirement, and you had a new, sneaking suspicion that a proposal was on the horizon.

In the midst of it all, Steve had suggested that the two of you take a midday tryst at your local park and throw yourselves a little picnic. Of course you obliged, because when your greek god of a boyfriend suggests going on a spur of the moment date, you agree.

You now watched the nearly cloudless sky with pure, unadulterated feelings of content and joy while Steve set a slice of cheese on a cracker, leaning over your body to feed you. As you opened your mouth, Steve paused abruptly at the soft vibration coming from his pocket.

Steve resumed as if nothing had changed, popping the cracker into your open mouth and letting his phone continue to ring.

“Don’t you wanna get that?” you questioned.

“It can wait,” Steve stated nonchalantly, slipping his phone out of his pocket and pressing decline with absolutely no hesitation before tossing the device to the edge of your blanket.

You didn’t realize how long you’d been waiting to hear those three words.

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a/n: this could’ve been solved in like 20 minutes by sitting down and taking a love language quiz together

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #avengers fanfiction #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers fanfiction #captain america x reader #captain america x you

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merakiui · 3 years ago

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im so excited for all the scara fics (especially yandere ones) that’ll come out because those lines he said in the 2.1 livestream

his voice actors in all langauges did such a good job! i got chills listening to them. i wanna hear what thoughts you have! especially the one that has the “you’re getting weak…” line. i thought it had a lot of yandere potential

- 🔥 anon

Same!!! I can’t wait!!! I had so much inspiration to write another fic for Scara the moment I saw him again. I have two in my WIPs that I completely forgot about and now I’ve started another one. ^^;; Though this time I’ll finish the one I’ve started because it’s a neat idea I’ve been wanting to write. And then eventually I’ll finish the other ones. If anyone’s curious I can show a little preview of what’s to come! :D

But the voice actors killed it!!! The delivery in all languages was so perfect!! I can’t wait to finally meet him again! (≧∀≦)

I have all sorts of Scara brain rot now. I don’t think it’ll go away anytime soon, so forgive me for the influx of Scara content you might possibly see as a result of my simping. orz

#chit chat #🔥 anon #mouchey <3 #it’s very sexy of him to give me so many ideas

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7wanderingpaws · 4 years ago

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Captain Bucheon 01

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Pairing: Baekhyun x reader (Lee Nari)

Genre: policeman AU; enemies to lovers AU

Warnings: langauge

A/N: First chapter! Yay! Super excited! Also, the feedback I got for the prologue - THANK YOU SO MUCH. Im super excited and happy and grateful. Hope you will enjoy this one! ^^

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: prologue

>>>First<<<

Loud screeching was what woke you up. Thundering of footsteps down the corridor made you groan and turn in bed because for god's sake, it was Saturday morning and they just had to be loud at 10am!

Your roommate, lying in the bed just four feet next to yours, stirred awake too, though considering her eyes were fully open, she must have been up for a while now. “I’m glad it’s them waking you up and not me.”

You sighed and managed to smile but you were tired. Life in dormitories sucked, but yours even more so since you were assigned probably the worst dorms in the campus. Having to share bathroom and shower rooms made you leave your comfort zone. But finding toilets in the terrible state you did just purely horrified you. Why weren’t some girls flushing the toilets?!

“You know very well I won’t kill you if you wake me up, Yuyeon-ah,” you mumbled, your voice hoarse. Having Yuyeon as your roommate was the only positive aspect of the dorm life. Some would argue it’s the most important one but you were selfish and you wished you had a private bathroom like the other, more advanced, dorms had. There wasn’t even a kitchen where you could cook your ramyeon deliciously!

“Doubtful,” muttered Yuyeon, amused, and she moved to sit up and start her morning routine while you decided to lie around for just a little bit longer.

Working tirelessly many evenings made you tired and the exhaustion always caught up with you during weekends, where, frankly, you didn't have work. Also, it being the beginning of your second semester, the tension and stress were on but you decided you wouldn't let it affect you too much. You have had enough stress in your entire life and you swore you would become your usual cheerful self.

And you had been, indeed, working on it. But that meant getting over, and hopefully, forgetting everything that happened almost one year ago. Your brother was still in prison and your family, terribly disappointed and in pure shock at what had become of your brother (plus your underage drinking fiasco), you all decided it would be better for you to move to the dorms for the time being. Another story was forgetting about the person who was behind the entire turn-over of your life.

Byun Baekhyun.

You never saw him after that one time he came to your high school. In that moment, you were numb, paralyzed and it hurt to see him. He dared to act like he cared. But over the time, you grew hate towards him. A hate that was weirdly combined with some emotions you really didn't want to pay too much attention to, because they were all based on a fake relationship. A relationship, that was something so beautiful, just for it to end up becoming a complete nightmare. A trauma. A terrible trust issue that you might never be able to get rid of.

It was safe to say that you, Lee Nari, would rather spit at Byun Baekhyun than ever start a conversation with him let alone acknowledge his presence were you to meet him. Not that you were expecting to meet him. After all, you had been incredibly careful - especially around Oh Sehun - in avoiding him by never-ever-ever-ever even coming as much as close to the street where the main Bucheon Police Station was located (but too bad for you; it was literally in downtown Bucheon) and even if you had to cross it, you whined and had to be dragged by your wrist (by Yuyeon). On the good side, there was never a chance for you to cross his apartment building as he lived in a different neighborhood. So that was, thankfully, out of the possible trouble inducing locations’s list.

But still, you couldn't help feeling anxious about spotting him somewhere. The first few months, you might have been looking around with too much hope, wanting to see his real self instead of the ogling at the few photos you had together stored in your phone. Just one glance of his eyes, nose, lips was what you wanted; it was maddening.

Then the flashes of that day came back, ruining every sweet memory, every sweet touch of his engraved into your skin, every stroke of his lips - it all vanished, instead morphing into his stern, burning gaze of which you were on the receiving side. The way he blamed you, the way he wanted to arrest you, and then the way he wouldn't let even your own mother hit you yet he gave you the harshest of punches… The moment of you overhearing his conversation with his tall colleague (you already forgot his name) until your entire world crashed on you. He lied. He never liked you. He never wanted a real relationship with you. He used you to get to you. Byun Baekhyun wanted to arrest you and then he arrested your brother and smashed your heart into tiny pieces. How could you ever recover?

“What, you're not getting up?” shrieked Yuyeon when she came back from the bathrooms, towel hanging around her neck. “The results of the votes are today so you better get up and prepare. You're the school's star, missy,” she grumbled and went over to her table, continuing her complex skin-care routine.

Right.

The way to get over Byun Baekhyun was to live and you could do that thanks to your friends.

Pfft, you had places to be. Forget about Byun Baekhyun.

Because of your communications major, you somehow ended up in the university’s student council. You were representing your school year but it was still unclear how the hell you managed to win over more than half of your classmates when all you ever did was hide or be with Yuyeon.

You entered Bucheon University with pretty damaged self-esteem, your cheerful self still recovering from the scandal. However, despite always doing something mischievous with Yuyeon neither of you had a huge circle of friends. It was only natural that the two of you did everything together. Even now, it was mostly you and her, plus Sehun and some other friends. Unfortunately to you, many males voted because of the nature of your chest. The quiet girl with huuuge boobs, they were saying with hushed voices.

“Don’t pay attention to them, it’s you winning at the end of the day,” advised Yuyeon at the time.

So when the both of you waltzed into the seminar room with a round table in the middle and took seats (Yuyeon was there for your moral support), you could only glare at one senior who was sitting opposite you, his eyebrows wiggling as he shamelessly drunk in your chest which was, as per usual, hidden under an L-sized hoodie. It seemed you could never escape.

When the president of the student council, Chul, appeared you all stood up and bowed to him respectfully even though he was a student just like you. He was the oldest though.

To your surprise, he walked straight over to your chair, throwing a charming smile at Yuyeon, who let out a quiet scoff in return, before leaning down to whisper in your ear, not forgetting to touch your shoulder gently: “May I have a chat with you? It’s rather private.”

When he leaned away, you blinked twice but nodded and followed him outside for a moment. You could hear whispers erupting after you left though you paid no attention to them.

“What is it, Chul?” you asked, crossing your arms over your chest. Chul was one of the very few who never got distracted by it and you were thankful. He helped you a lot in your first semester, like finding you a job and teaching you how to drive a scooter so that you could easily do the deliveries while introducing you to some other interesting people on the campus.

“So about the spring festival - I have two things,” he started, his gaze set on your eyes, always making sure he reciprocated the eye contact. “First, you are taking part in the relay running for our team with representatives. Second, you have been requested as the MC-“

Before he could finish, you sighed holding out your hand to stop him, feeling the nerves kick in, not even paying attention to the first news. “Those votes aren’t even valid. They are all mocking me, Chul. Besides, I don’t wanna do it.”

Chul let you finish, patiently nodding. “Well, hence me stealing you from the meeting.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been requested,” he repeated, emphasizing the last word, “by our main star.”

“I thought we haven’t heard back from the agencies yet?” you asked. You’d written countless emails to various agencies, asking for special famous idols of theirs. To your utter distaste, it also included Siamsa but you couldn’t tell anyone you knew what an annoying, fake bitch she was.

He shrugged. “Well, we heard back from a couple. Siamsa agreed to be the main star of the festival under one condition,” he murmured, lowering his voice. He pointed his index finger at you. “If you’ll do the MCing for her.”

That left you speechless. That delusional woman wanted what now?! “I don’t want to, Chul,” you shook your head, frowning.

It made you wonder why you were getting nervous in the first place. Was it because of her status and having to stand in front of your entire school or was it because of the connection you both shared and that was Byun Baekhyun? Just the idea of having to face her and having to be reminded that she dated your ex made you weirdly sick in your stomach.

He sighed, scratching his neck. “I’m sorry, Nari, but I’m afraid I’m gonna want you to accept it. She is the hottest idol out there and everyone wants her the most. Imagine the attention our university - and especially us, the school council, could bring in. Don’t let us down,” he added gently, though you could sense authority in his voice. Chul was always fair, you had to admit. He never asked you to do anything that made you uncomfortable, never asked you the reason for your reluctance in the past but now he insisted and it showed in his intense gaze.

“I’ll help you with the preparations,” he added, smiling encouragingly. “You’re much more outspoken and talented than you give yourself credit for, so I’m sure you’ll be a star just like Siamsa.”

Well, he really didn’t have to say that last sentence. If there was someone you wanted to be like, it was your good old self. Of course you had more talent, after all you were the big-mouthed one.

Chul patiently waited, seeing that you were mulling over the options. When you looked up at him, you slowly nodded while hating yourself. “Fine. I’ll do it. But-” you stopped him from smiling widely, “what happened with the original voting? Who won?”

“Obviously, you.”

You shook your head quickly. “But I mean who is the actual winner?”

“Not important,” he muttered, brushing past you. “Let's head back inside. Not everyone has the time to sit around waiting on a Saturday.”

Once the meeting was over, you couldn't wait to spill the news to Yuyeon but needed to wait until lunch time, when you would meet Oh Sehun. You had sent him a text earlier asking if he was still grabbing lunch with you and Yuyeon (secretly you were writing these messages for obvious reasons - you couldn't risk he would be with Baekhyun). Since he had agreed, you and Yuyeon were speed-walking to the cafeteria, both of you hungry.

Once sat down and joined by the tall friend, you looked around varily just to make sure he really came alone.

Sehun sighed, tired with your dramatics. “I'm alone, Nari,” he rolled his eyes as he was mixing his tuna bibimbap. “And now spill. The both of you have been acting like rabbits on energy drinks.”

Shooting him a frown, you still rambled away for ten minutes, telling them what had happened. Yuyeon knew about Siamsa and your past experience with her and Sehun also knew the vital triangle connection of Siamsa, Baekhyun and you. He still seemed shocked and even uncomfortable when he heard your entire story.

“What made her request you?” he asked after he swallowed a big chunk of food. “I mean - does she even know your name? Your university?”

“And you literally met her a year ago,” added fervently Yuyeon, deep frown wrinkling her forehead.

Just like your friends, you also had many questions but no answers. Mulling over various possibilities, Sehun finally spoke up: “Should I ask Baek-”

“No.” Your answer was abrupt, but cold, empty and harsh to which Sehun winced the slightest bit. Even hearing his name made your heart race fast and hence the sudden cold behavior. Sehun knew you as a cheerful, kind girl so seeing you being affected by his friend to this extent made him quite perplexed but nothing he wasn’t used to by now. It was his fault; he should have known better than to bring him up.

Yuyeon shot you an unsure look but this time, you ignored it, focusing on shoving around the rice in the steel bowl with the spoon.

“You should have declined,” tried Yuyeon.

“I did decline,” you answered eagerly. “I feel like that bitch might have something up her sleeve. If she does, I should be ready.”

Sehun was flicking his gaze between you and Yuyeon, thinking over your words. Surely, things you didn't know about could hardly hurt you, right?

After lunch, Sehun bid his goodbyes to you.

“Where are you off to?” you pouted, looking up at him with puppy eyes. “It’s Saturday, let’s do something fun!”

“I’m going to the running tracks today with my friend,” answered Sehun and ruffled your hair in amusement to which you pulled back and away from his sneaky hand. “Maybe later, hm? I bet you’re gonna do something with the student council anyway.”

“You and your running, aish!” grumbled Yuyeon. “Go, go, we don’t need you anyway.”

“Don’t get into trouble!” Shouted Sehun as he turned to walk towards the gymnasium and the track field. He waved one more time before he had his broad back on you.

You scoffed and grabbed Yuyeon’s hand, yanking her towards the dorms. “Well, making trouble has been more challenging since we are old enough to do trouble,” you exclaimed, jumping a few times to make Yuyeon walk faster. She whined and tried to pull away but your grip tightened and you snickered. “But that doesn’t mean we still can’t go and have fun tonight!”

“Let’s do one more round.”

“Hyung,” groaned Sehun tiredly, feeling the sweat dripping down the sides of his face. “Enough.”

“One more.” Byun Baekhyun shook his head once before he took off for another round. “Losers will keep losing!” he shouted with a cheeky, handsome smile, running backwards for a bit to check on Sehun and when he saw the tall male run after him in challenge, he snickered and turned back, dashing off into a sprint.

It’d been like this for almost a year. Baekhyun was always a gym buddy with Sehun but in the past eleven months, Sehun became a small, indirect punching back. Whether it was because he suddenly became a mutual friend with a certain someone or whether it was a punishment for being there that night with her, he didn’t know. He didn’t want to know.

One thing he surely did know was that running helped him ease his mind and relax, maybe make him feel a little bit more numb like he so wished to be.

Getting rid of any intruding thoughts of Lee Nari was difficult. He felt sorry for her, the victim of his job. Fooling around with a young girl was not his plan but he knew he did it for the better good. He tried to persuade himself that he did it for the better good while pushing back the need to search for her and make sure she was doing alright.

As he was nearing the finish line, Sehun caught up with him and they both jogged towards their bags nearby the tracks to freshen up. Sehun was heaving like a parched horse which made Baekhyun chuckle as he reached for two bottles, throwing one to his friend.

“Cheers,” exhaled Sehun harshly and quickly opened the bottle, gulping down the needed liquid.

Baekhyun hummed in reply and waited for his heartbeat to calm down before he would have a sip. “How’s everything?” he decided to ask. “The new semester just started.”

Sehun swallowed and closed the bottle. “It’s just the first week. You know the drill - introductions and boring stuff.”

“Nothing interesting happened then?” Baekhyun was very subtle in hints. Sehun was, thankfully, quick-witted.

“We will have the university festival in May,” he replied with the slightest of smirks on his face. “Siamsa is confirmed to perform.”

Baekhyun wasn’t looking at Sehun and even the information he just heard wasn’t worthy enough to make him pay attention. “Cool. She is an artist after all.” He noticed some girls approaching the track and he felt a small tinge of dissatisfaction. He really liked when the track was only his.

“One of my friends will be the MC. Actually, guess what! Siamsa made a special request. Funny, right? In what universe does a singer of her caliber ask for a mere first year student?”

Baekhyun snapped his head to Sehun. “Why?”

Sehun shrugged. “We don’t know why she wanted her out of everyone... though-“ Sehun pulled a thinking face. “It might have something to do with you.”

Baekhyun sighed, already feeling tired. “I don’t like that one bit. Siamsa is sneaky.”

Sehun nodded. “She didn’t want to do it but her senior kind of ordered her. So I guess she doesn’t have another choice.”

“What kind of senior is that if he makes her do stuff against her will?” huffed Baekhyun, his hands on his hips. “Isn’t he supposed to be there to support her?”

“Well, yeah. He did a lot for her so she feels like she has to do it.” Sehun decided to not share any more than that despite sensing Baekhyun’s questioning stare. He knew Baekhyun wanted to know what that “a lot” meant.

When Baekhyun knew he wouldn’t be getting more out of Sehun, he sighed and tapped his shoulder. “Thanks for telling me.” He moved to grab his bag from the floor when Sehun stopped him.

“Hyung.”

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows in question, waiting.

Sehun opened his mouth but then ended up closing it. Baekhyun was a tough nut to crack. It was obvious he was always interested in Nari’s well-being but him pretending not to do so was frustrating.

“I think-“ he re-started, remembering Nari’s emotionless face when he mentioned Baekhyun earlier that day. He opened his mouth to talk but Baekhyun was faster:

“I think it is better to leave everything up to her, Sehun. She is a smart young woman. If anyone can do well, it is Lee Nari. After all, she is finally able to do everything she was pretending to be doing.”

Sehun snorted a laugh, mockingly rolling his eyes. “And since when did you become so-ugh, respectful about that? Nari is stubborn and doesn't know anything about life.”

“It is none of my concern, Sehun,” replied quietly Baekhyun, looking somewhere off in the distance. “But I know she is stronger than you give her credit for.”

“She might hate you and she might not be over what happened between you two-”

“I locked up her brother,” gritted Baekhyun, “and before that, I wanted to lock her up. What makes you think there is any way for both of us to function normally even if we do meet?”

Sehun sighed. It was difficult to communicate with the both of them. Yes, they were both hurt but goddamn it. Anyone could know they cared for each other.

Baekhyun sensed Sehun's dilemma and so he stepped to the taller male and gave him a curt smile. “Don't push it, Sehun. She will be fine.”

Sweat was gradually collecting around your hairline until it turned into one huge tear drop travelling down the side of your face. The text message was as clear as the night sky.

Unknown number

drop it at the 1047 unit

top floor

“It's impossible,” you muttered, feeling yourself becoming nervous. You were standing in front of 1047 and it was definitely not the top floor. It was the first floor, just like the first number indicated.

Gnawing at your bottom lip, you raked your head about possible connections you could contact when you couldn't deliver the boxes as you were supposed to. There was never a responsible person, only an unknown number sending you messages with the quest and a requirement to always be careful (you supposed the carefulness was concerning the boxes). You would receive a confirmation message when the box was in safe hands. That was it. No unnecessary contracts; just you and the job at hand.

You tried calling Chul, you senior. After all, he was the one who fetched you the job but even he wasn't available at that moment.

When you were just about to lose your mind, your phone rang making you almost drop the box. Thank god for your reflexes. “H-hello? Chul?”

“Hey, what's up?” he chirped.

You told him quickly your problem but you weren't expecting his light voice to become more serious. “You can't find the place? Are you sure you are in the right building- shit, the time is almost up. I'll be there right now:”

Heaving out a breath, you checked your wrist watch. The box was supposed to be delivered within fifteen minutes. How would Chul make it in time for you, you weren't sure but you soon found out when you heard his rushing steps, his phone's screen lit up with the exact information you were provided with.

“Hey,” he breathed, taking in your worried gaze as you gave him an apologetic smile.

“Sorry for the fuss.”

He shook his head once, muttering a single “no need” before he took the box out of your arms and put it down in front of the door. Grabbing your hand he started pulling you downstairs. “We gotta get out of here.”

“Huh?” you looked back at the box helplessly, before you couldn't look anymore, instead watching out for your step on the stairs. “Wait - Chul, I need to fulfill the task.”

He shushed you and before you knew it, you were outside in the chilly air. Dragging you a few more metres, he heard an approaching car's engine and he was fast to push you into a small alley that was barely lit by any street lamps.

“Chul-” you started, frowning. You didn't like him manhandling you like that.

“Do you trust me?” he whispered as he made you press your back against the wall.

“Yeah,” you breathed, eager to hear any information he could provide you with to explain what the hell was going on.

To your utter horror, a police car drove by, but you weren't terrified about why the police car was there. You were terrified about a certain someone sitting in that car and you possibly having to face that certain someone. Just the thought of having to see his shocked or disappointed face yet again made you inwardly whimper.

When the car was far enough, Chul turned to you. “You are doing a great job, you really are. But you mustn't, by any means, get caught by the police while doing deliveries. Got it?”

Feeling your heart thumping loudly from the adrenaline, you nodded. “What about the box then?”

Chul cursed when he looked at his phone. “Three minutes left. Go in and check the box. If it's still there, take it to the top floor as per request. Sometimes they give misleading information to you in case your phone gets stolen. Next time, make sure to double-check all the information they give you, okay?”

You were nodding eagerly and already started walking back to the small apartment building.

“I have to go but write to me if the mission is successful. Now go, quickly,” he said and without waiting, took off into the opposite direction.

Due to the stress, you didn't even stop to think about the weirdness of the situation. Rushing back in, you went to the first floor where you left the box. You were rendered motionless when the box was no longer there.

Someone took it.

Feeling fear creeping into your system, you took out your phone to call Chul just when you received a confirmation message.

Unknown number

the box has been successfully delivered

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Thomas Shelby X Son! Male Reader

Part One | Part Two

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You children asked for a second part so here you go! I hope you enjoy it because I really tried to make it good, I guess??

Summary: Reader has been living in London for two years now, so what happens when he bumps into his father, Thomas Shelby, while he is working for one of the most dangerous men?

Warnings: Angst, slight fluff, AlfiexReader, Thomas still being an ass, gangster reader, Langauge.

“Just do what I say and get out of my fucking sight, god you all act like children! Who can’t do a fucking thing!”

“Now, now, darling. Take it easy on the boys their still new, don’t want to frighten them in there first day.” Said Alfie who sat behind his desk, reading through some documents and wearing his glasses.

It’s been three years since y/n had moved out of the Shelby family and into London. He remembers the night he was looking for a job only to bump into Alfie Solomon’s. The only thing is that he never knew that Alfie was a gangster as well, he simply acted like a normal man and showed no signs of being dangerous.

Y/n was cautious at first, feel unsafe for awhile but once he got to know Alfie a bit more he trusted him. The two got along very well, a little too well to the point where they would end up in each other’s beds.

The two weren’t exaclty together, they only slept with each other when they were stressed out or angry about a situation that had occurred during work or when a delivery went wrong and they had lost a lot of money for it which would cause them to lose there minds.

He’s been working with Alfie for such a longtime that he’s beginning to pick up a habit. He’s been yelling a lot to his new workers who are slow learners and have a hard time trying to keep up, it only frustrated y/n but Alfie is able to keep him from lashing out.

“Alfie they’ve been here for two weeks now, they should know how we work around here.” He grumbled out in anger as he sits on the chair that was across from the desk. Burying his face in his hands as he groans deeply.

“You’ve been giving yourself trouble, mate.” Alfie removes his glasses and sets them down. “Get some rest y/n, take a day off.”

“I am not resting until I know that our delivery has arrived on schedule.” He muffles out as he removed his hands from his face. Alfie was the man of alcohol and knew his ways to sell them while y/n used his free time to get connections on people for transporting goods.

Y/n was good with words while Alfie was good with business. The two worked together very well and are able to sell enough of there own product without causing any trouble or starting any wars with anyone else they knew.

“Since you won’t be resting then I think you should help me with this next customer or ours.” Said Alfie as he tosses the letters into his drawer, removing his glasses and looking up to stare at y/n who stood apposite of him. “Who?’ He suddenly asks, raising a brow in curiosity as too wondering on who this ‘special’ customer is. “Just someone who can help us with business so you’ll be there to listen and be a witness.”

“What about Ollie? He’s your assiasnte and probably the best one, he can stay here and be a witness.”

“Ollie will be here in case anything starts up but you will be making sure that the deal goes through with no problem.” Said Alfie.

Y/n could only roll his eyes, he hates being here during Alfies business. He always has to listen to the customer complain about their shipping and about what they sell and sometimes he just wants to smash their little heads against the desk for being so annoying. “Fine, ill help but if this customer gets annoying then I won’t hesitate to smash there head against this desk.” He warns him, walking over to grab his booklet that contained every information about the customers and about their deals and contracts.

“Great! Ollie, bring him in!” Alfie waves his hand towards Ollie who simply nods and heads out the double doors to get him. Y/n looks over his shoulder and rolls his eyes, grabbing some pens and more paper as he prepares himself. Once he has everything he doubles checks to make sure that he has enough paper to write down any notes that need to be written down.

“Mr. Shelby! Good to see you again.”

Y/n’s whole body froze in place once he hears that name. No, it can’t be, please not him out of all the people! “Sit, my partner here will be sitting with us and making sure that everything we talk about is written down.” He hears Alfie say, hearing the sound of chairs being pulled out and Mr. Shelby taking a seat. Y/n lets out a deep breath, gripping the booklet close as he straightened himself out.

He slowly turns around and gives Thomas a glance, his father was sitting in the same room as him.

“Thomas this is—“

“Y/n.” Thomas breaths out, eyeing his own son as he tries to read him but of course y/n wasn’t the same y/n that Thomas once knew. He was different, he changed throughout the years. “Mr. Shelby.” Y/n’s says back with a small frown on his face as he walks around the desk and pulls out a chair for hismelf, sitting next to Alfie as he opens the book and ignores his fathers stare. “Alright then, as we can see both Mr. Shelby and Mr. Solomons are here to today to form a contract between both business. Mr Solomons here owns a factory where he brews his own alcohol which would result a large percentage of the company while Mr. Shelby does horse raising and weapons as business. In order to work together Mr. Shelby would have to give us fifty percent of the company—“

“Twenty-five.”

Y/n looks up from his writing and raised a brow. “I’m sorry?”

“Twnety-five.” Thomas repeats himself as the two make eye contact.

Y/n gives him a small glare and sighs through his nose. “Mr. Shelby, if you want our help then you’ll have to negotiate.”

The room is silent as the two stare each other down. Alfie is able to break the silence by clearing his throat, “Listen mate, we said fucking fifty and if you don’t agree then I’ll put a bullet through your fucking head.” Y/n’s lips form a small smirk as he listens to Alfie, leaning back in his seat as he crosses his arms and raises a brow, “So, what’s it going to be Mr. Shelby? The fifty percent or the bullet?” Said y/n with an amused tone in his voice.

Thomas glanced over to Y/n before turning back to look at Alfie. “I’ll give you the fifty percent—“ Y/n smiles in victory as he sits up and grabs his pen again. “But your coppers will work for me.” He stops himself from writing anything down and scoffs. “Really?! You think you can take our own little army? Please, the coppers stay because the only thing you’ll be getting is alcohol shipped around the country with our name on it while half of the pay goes to you!” He exclaims, slamming his hands on the desk.

“Y/n, calm down.” He hears Alfie tell him which only angered him even more. “Alfie I warned you, the next time someone walked through those damn doors who I find very annoying would receive a slam on the face!” He slams his book shut and leaves the room, slamming the doors behind him as he walks to the back of the bakery where he could blow off some steam.

He glared at everyone that got in his way, shouting at them to get back to work as he makes his way to the back where fewer people were working and possibly filled with people that he actually liked. “Tough day Mr. Fox?” Y/n turns to his left to see one of the younger employees giving him a small smile and holding up a cup full of whiskey for him.

Y/n’s body relaxes and takes the drink from the young boy, “Like always.” He mumbles out and takes sip of the drink. “I heard the shouting, probably the loudest one anyone has heard from you.” He teases out, causing y/n to laugh a little as he shakes his head. Y/n has always had a soft spot for the kid, he was the only young one here and was desperate for work. He had a sick mother and two sisters to take care of, at first Alfie wasn’t very kind until y/n had to step in to convince Alfie to hire the boy and that he would be an excellent worker here. So, Alfie ends up agreeing once Y/n convinces him, since that day he’s been keeping a close eye on the kid.

The damn kid worked harder than anyone else in this factory, staying up hours as he brewed and making sure that everything come out well before showing Alfie his progress.,The kid was able to impress Alfie in less than a couple of days.

“You should give yourself a break, you’ve been working none stop.” He tells him as he watches the kid mop out the mess that he had made, shaking his head he hears him chuckle. “If I give myself a break then I’m losing hours,” he says. “My mothers blood cells aren’t going to take a break from rapidly growing and my sisters won’t stop eating.” He grips the mop in his hand and looks down shyly. “I need to keep working.”

Y/n gives him a small weak smile. “I understand.” He holds the empty cup in his hand and sets it down on one of the tables. “It wouldn’t hurt to give yourself a break, kid. You’ll need one eventually.” He reminds him, patting his shoulder as the kid nods in understandment.

“Y/n.”

He flinched from the sudden voice, removing his hand from the kids shoulder he straightens up to see Thomas standing by the entrance of the back part of the factory. “Uh—“

“Go see if you can find somthing to do in the front.” He suddenly says as he watches the kid nod, leaving the area in a hurry as he passes by Thomas.

Y/n crosses his arms over his chest and sighs. “What do you want?”

Thomas turns to look at his son, he can’t help but take him in. The last time he saw him was the night he was leaving to London, he still remembers that night clearly and he’ll never forget it. Thomas has actually tried to send out hsi own men to keep a close eye on y/n but once he stepped foot into London he disappeared forever. He never of him ever again and he’s tired to find ways to see him again but nothing would show up in the records.

“You’ve grown.”

“Your still old.” Y/n shot back.

Thomas chuckles to himself which surpises y/n since he’s never heard his own father laugh before. “What are you doing here?”

“I can ask you the same thing, why are you working for Solomons?”

Y/n shakes his head. “You heard what Alfie said, we’re partners we work together.”

“For how long?”

“Why does it matter?”

“Y/n.” Thomas’s voice goes stern, he wanted answers and he was going to get them wether y/n liked it or not. He watches y/n’s face shift as he glares at him. “Three years.” He whispers out.

Thomas looks away, has it really been three years? He’s been working with Solomons for three years and he never noticed, this whole time he was working for Alfie and he never knew. Maybe he was a horrible father, he never noticed y/n as a kid that he didn’t notice him working here. It wasn’t the first time that he’s stopped by too speaks to alife, maybe he was too caught up in the business talk that he never thought about Alfies people and how y/n was working amongst them.

“How much longer will you be staying in London?”

Y/n’s brows rose in surpise as he laughs. “DO you really think ill be coming back? You’re kidding right?” He continues to laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “Thomas, I’m never returning to Birmingham and I will never step foot into the fucking town again.” He growls out this time in anger. Did his father really expect him to return, after everything he’s been through? He’s really trying to bring him back.

“Finn misses you.”

“You think that’ll convince me to come back?”

Thomas slowly shakes his head. “No.” He sighs deeply and reaches inside his coat pocket, taking out a cigar and placing it between his lips, lighting it up as he takes in a large inhale of the smoke. Y/n can only stare in disgust, he wasn’t one for smoking and besides it reminded him too much of his father. “The others don’t need me Thomas, I’ve been through enough hell just being under the same roof as you. So, go back to your family and tell them that Y/n Shelby died and will never be coming back.” With that he heads towards the exit, heading back to the main room.

“I’m getting married.”

Y/n froze, his back facing Thomas.

“I want you to be there, I want you to meet Grace and your brother.”

Y/n glanced over his shoulder to give Thomas a deadly look. “I have no brother and I hope your wedding goes well but my answer is no, I won’t be attending it beaucse your son is dead. I hope you can fix your mistakes and give this boy of yours a childhood that he deserves...” he sighs and turns back to look ahead. “Think about what your doing Thomas, are you really ready to become a father or are you only doing this to show your people how ‘good’ of a man you really are?” He doesn’t give Thomas a second glance as he continues forward, heading towards Alfies office to grab his things and to continue on with his own life, pretending that the Shelby family never existed to him and that he’s just a simple man who works for another powerful man that actually understands him.

#male reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x male reader #thomas shelby x son reader #thomas shelby x male reader #alfie solomons x male reader #alfie solomons

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allforhader · 4 years ago

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Little Bundle of Joy

Aaron Conners x (F) Reader

Warnings: Langauge

“Aaron. I’ve told you countless times. You’re an orthopedic surgeon”

“And you’re an trauma surgeon!”

“I know more than you!”

“Y/N—I went through years of residency just like you”

“Okay, well I’ve had more experience with pregnant patients”

“Fair enough” Aaron states flipping through another pregnancy book thinking it’ll give him the answers instead of his well informed pregnant wife.

“You’re going to stress yourself out reading one of those. Trust me Aaron” Y/N laughs continuing to rub circles on her belly. “It’s best to listen to me and or my OB”

“So—“

“That doesn’t mean you can call her whenever though. Seriously Aaron just sit down please” She pats the empty spot on the couch so he can relax.

“I’m sorry, the due date is soon and I’m just anxious. Excited to see our little girl but still.” He says as he sits down beside Y/N turning himself toward her resting his hand on her belly.

“Anxious for me or anxious about the baby?”

“Y/N as much as I am a doctor. Some things I still faint at the sight of”

“Aaron I won’t forgive you if you pass out in the delivery room”

“Wait. What?”

“I’m kidding. It’ll be funny but Y’know. I’m going to need you” Y/N smiles adjusting herself so she’d be comfortable leaning up against him.

“You know I’ll be by your side through it all. I’ll try not to pass out” Aaron laughs a bit kissing the top of her head.

“Good” She continues to smile before getting up off the couch. “I’m gonna go to work”

“Wait. Why? You’re on leave”

“Yeah but when my department doesn’t tell me who my replacement is while I’m out. I’m gonna go find out myself” Y/N states as she grabs her coat form the rack looking down for a moment. “I can’t tie my shoes”

“I will if you let me go with you”

“Then hurry up and get that fine ass over here” Y/N watches Aaron get up and before he knelt down she snuck a kiss from him making him smile. “I bet you it’s Mulligan”

“You said you hated him” Aaron comments as he starts to tie her shoes. Y/N takes out her phone for a second checking something while Aaron got up putting her coat on. “He was an ass when we met”

“You did compare loss to a complication in a knee replacement to him”

“Well. It was a terrible complication”

“We know babe” Y/N smiles rubbing his arm before going to grab something from their bedroom.

Aaron watches Y/N come back out with their hospital bag. He looks at her confused as she’s mainly bringing it just in case.

Once the two arrived, Y/N walks into the nurses station getting greeted by the few that love her. Aaron leaned against the counter as Mulligan walks over to the station in the ER giving Y/N a look.

“What are you doing here?”

“So you’re my replacement?”

“Is that really what...she came here for?” Mulligan looks at Aaron as he shrugs for the most part. “Well. If you don’t mind. Dr. Conners Id love a consult”

“Which one?” The two said in unison as Mulligan was about to yell at Y/N when she did it just to fuck with him. She goes by her last name when it comes to work.

“I’ll take you to the patient. Juniper can you make sure Mrs. Conners doesn’t work on her leave” Mulligan smirks.

“I may be pregnant but I can still kick your ass”

“I’d like to see you try” Mulligan laughs before leading Aaron to his patient in trauma two.

“Really taking me away form my wife?”

“It’s only to read the MRI to determine artifact. Because my residents can’t tell and frankly. I can’t either” Mulligan states to Aaron as he looks back to see Y/N talking with the nurses. At least she’s safe with them if anything.

Aaron looked over the scans as Mulligan made sure his residents weren’t messing up. He was about to tell him that it was just artifact when the intercoms buzzed.

“Paging Dr. Aaron Conners to L&D”

Mulligan gave Aaron an excited look as he was terrified. He laughs to himself before patting him on the back.

“Wait till you have three. Then it’ll drive you crazy. Now go” Mulligan carefully pushes Aaron out of the trauma room as he quickly makes his way to the L&D.

Aaron was lead to Y/N’s room once he made it onto the floor. He grew anxious thinking he missed it when he walked in, but Y/N was still very pregnant instantly looking over to him once he walked in.

“I’m so glad I didn’t miss it...”

“You’d be dead by my hand if you did Aaron” Y/N laughs while adjusting herself to get comfortable.

“Why did it just...suddenly happen?”

“That I can’t answer. But I was counting my contractions since this morning”

“THIS MORNING?! Y/N! What the hell?!”

“What? They were Braxton Hicks in the morning and I didn’t think they’d be any worse until. Well we came here”

“Was this the whole point of coming here?”

“Yes sir. Mulligan is a bitch but I trust him with my department. Didn’t think he’d take you for a consult and then they got worse. So the nurses took me” Y/N says calmly as Aaron took one of her hands into his seeing her give him a smile.

“Okay. Now what?”

“What? Can’t smile at my loving husband?”

“You’re not taking any pain meds are you?”

“Nope” Y/N smiles. “You don’t have to worry though. It’s not hurting—“ she squeezed his hand while holding her belly with the other. Aaron didn’t care if he was in pain even if his expression was shocked for a second. “Ha...spoke too soon”

“Jesus. You have a fucking grip”

“Ha! You would know” Y/N laughs jolting a bit on the next contraction. “Fuck. Can...you get the OB?”

“Yeah. Yeah” Aaron tried to pull his hand away but she held onto him. He wasn’t going anywhere and he was sure of it. “Just. Here” he presses her nurse’s button as a nurse instantly comes in going to check the dilation before quickly getting her OB without questioning.

Sixteen hours...sixteen hours of a painful labor. Y/N relaxes in her hospital bed smiling at their little girl in her arms.

“You are so worth all those months...” Y/N smiles caressing her little cheek as Aaron rests his hand on her head retracting when she yawned. “Oh Aaron she may be fragile but not that fragile. Come on” she handed their little one to Aaron as he hasn’t stopped crying since she came into the world.

Aaron smiles at their little girl holding her close. “I love you...god I love you already Emma” he wiped away his tears for a moment before supporting her again with both arms.

Y/N was discharged three days later and after the first few weeks of Emma being home, that’s when the difficult nights arose.

During the night Y/N shifted in their bed waking her up a bit. She heard something but it didn’t sound like Emma. She reached over not feeling Aaron in the bed with her, making her jump out of bed thinking something happened but instead she found Aaron holding a sleeping Emma in his arms on the couch as he watches a pre-recorded basketball game.

“Already corrupting her with sports?”

“She wouldn’t fall back asleep” Aaron yawns as Y/N pulls the blanket off the back of the couch before sitting beside him and covering them both. “So I turned on the game and I’m kinda just sitting here until she falls asleep”

“Hun. She’s been asleep, you’ve just been too tired to notice” Y/N laughs a bit taking Emma into her arms as Aaron looks at the two confused before adjusting on the couch to lean against Y/N. “You really going to fall asleep on me instead of joining me in the bed?”

Aaron didn’t answer as he already fallen asleep that fast. Y/N smiles rolling her eyes before kissing the top of his head and looking at both her sleeping babes.

“You two are adorable...”

#bill hader #bill hader gifs #bill hader x reader #aaron conners x reader #aaron conners #trainwreck

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yeoldontknow · 5 years ago

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✨Check Up Tag✨

tagged by @yoonia to do this really sweet and really important tag!! thank you angel this is lovely!

How has your day been? it’s been alright! today is my mother’s birthday. i clocked into work a little late so i could facetime her as soon as i got up. and i managed to get a grocery delivery this morning so im excited to cook today. have a bit of a headache and definitely feel a little rough, but im doing my best to focus on the positives.

What was the last thing that made you smile? my friend has been texting me this morning and several of his messages made me laugh

What’s keeping you entertained these days? writing for sure. ive been doing nano camp and im really so happy to have chap 14 of hero up. im working on some other series updates and the research for those has been enthralling. ive been playing animal crossing! its so peaceful ;~; if you play and want to be friends, pls send me your ID so we can exchange fruit and fish together and craft lmao im buying the FF7 remaster tonight, also have been playing a lot of overwatch. ive been reading, studying japanese. planning another trip to japan with @queenoftheimpala but like...only daydreaming about it because it keeps us happy. im auditing two university classes as well. picked crochet back up. have been singing again. lots of things!

If you are in some sort of quarantine/self-isolation, is there anything you’d like to achieve in this time? ive been in isolation now for 7 weeks so really at this point the only thing i want to achieve is getting through this without losing all of myself. its a small goal and also a lofty one. im introverted but touch/hugging is my love langauge, so being unable to express my love for people properly (especially today on my mothers birthday) has been hard.

Post a selfie! (if you want) - couch me! drinking coffee!

tagging: @yehet-me-up @gingersaysjump @queenoftheimpala @jamaisjoons @red-exo @x-exo @pikayeollie @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @luvpcy @baekwell--tart @ninibears-erigom @fairyyeols @baek-byunies @ditzymax @dark-muse-iris @iq-biased @imdifferentshadesofpurple @johobi @baekphia @chengf @chillingtae @bikeryeollie @yixing-zhang @yixingminseokjongdae @thegreatxingmibeyond @j-pping and anyong else who wants to do this. as always please only do so if comfortable.

i know i tagged a lot of people but i really care about your mental health and well-being during this time, and its really important to do self checks when you can. its really easy to lose sight of yourself when youre quarantined/alone/uncertain, so if anything just know that im thinking of you and caring about you <3

#check up tag

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upinthestarsx3 · 5 years ago

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Off Limits (m) pt 5

Professor!Reader x College Student!Jungkook au

Genre: short series|smut|mostly angst|fluff|au

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: Langauge, mature content, domjungkook, some physical fighting, a little domestic violence if you squint (not reoccurring) and this chapter is a little more dark than we’ve seen in previous chapters.

Summary: You’re fresh out of college having just received your masters degree in Math. You begin working at a nearby college and meet your headstrong student, Jungkook. After a drunk hookup; things get complicated.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4

A/N: sorry this took so long! I hope you’re still interested and I hope you enjoy.

“You really should call before you show up.” Are the first words to come out Jungkook’s mouth as he eyes his mother’s small frame.

“Well I was in the neighborhood and I figured I would check on you.” She replies, unaffected by his cold tone. When you look up at her you realize she’s already staring back through thick wooden framed glasses.

“Jungkook who is she and why isn’t she wearing pants?” Her eyes still grilling you as she speaks as though you aren’t in the room.

“Go put on clothes, y/n.” Jungkook whispers from behind you and you quickly run to his room.

You’re already dressed by now but you don’t dare leave his room,

“Is that your girlfriend?” You put your ear to the door and listen to his mom rip the both of you apart with words.

“Mom, mind your busin-“

“Don’t you dare! Your father and I have done everything for you! Everything! We got you a beautiful apartment, enrolled you in college so you wouldn’t be a loser; and here you are with a half naked hooker in your apartment. Is that what you do now, Jungkook?”

“Get the fuck out!” He explodes, you feel your eyes widen and your first instinct is to open the door and calm him down- but you stay put.

“I wonder when you’ll grow up and stop being a disappointment.” Her words cut like knives; the minute you hear the front door open and close, you emerge from his bedroom.

He’s quiet as he sits at his kitchen table. His head drooped low and you can hear his heavy breaths and sniffles. You frown at his disheveled appearance as you slowly approach him.

“Kookie?” You whisper, placing a soft hand on his lower back. He jumps, clearly unaware that you’d even left his room. He uses his sleeves to wipe his tears and lets out a chuckle before mumbling,

“I wonder what’s taking our delivery so long?”

“Don’t joke.” You tell him sternly. As much as you loved his playful attitude, you learned that it was almost always a facade.

“I, um-“ he stops as his eyes begin to water, “I don’t want to talk about it.” He finishes, rubbing his hands together and bouncing his leg, another habit you noticed he did when he was anxious.

You bring your hand to cradle his cheek, just like he’d done to you when you were sad,

“It’s okay, you don’t have to.” And with that, you pull him into a hug, one that he clearly needed. In no time his head was on your shoulder as he cried. He hugged you so tight you were sure you’d run out of oxygen, but you couldn’t pull away from him, not when he needed you like this.

He finally releases you, his red swollen eyes looking into yours,

“I really like you being here.”

“I like being here too.” You admit.

“I think I might lov-“ you know what’s coming next, but before he can finish, the doorbell rings again; and you’re grateful for it.

“Delivery!” You hear a person shout from behind the door.

“Finally.” Both of you cheer in unison.

The night passes by too quickly, you’re not sure how you can possibly survive on three hours of sleep and teach hours worth of math to lazy college students.

“Good morning.” He sings, arms wrapped around your waist, nuzzling his face into the back of your neck.

“Morning.” Your greet him with a smile, “You must be in a much better mood today.”

“I am.” He whispers in a lower tone. His arms around you tighten and you feel his erection press against you from behind.

“No.” Is all you say.

“Come on.” He whines, dragging the last word.

You don’t budge, “I have to be on campus in an hour and a half, Jungkook.”

“What happened to, Kookie?” You can hear the humor in his voice at the use of your inside joke, and it makes you laugh. You turn around to give him a quick kiss before pulling him off of the bed and forcing him to get ready for his day as well.

Once you’re on campus, you rush to your desk and let out a breath of air. You hadn’t even been able to think about all that has happened in such a short period of time lately.

Your first class flies by quickly; which is odd considering they were your least favorite class. You pull out a stack of ungraded papers and get to work, not a grade above 55 yet. You angrily began ranting to yourself,

“Wrong.”

“What the fuck? Wrong!”

“Miss, y/n. How are you?” You hear a familiar voice speak from your doorway, and you jump, your red pen falling to the ground and your eyes wide opened; embarrassed that he might’ve seen your outburst.

“Oh! Professor Kim! How are you?” You ask with a large smile. He was the head of the art department, and you had a hard time wrapping your head around how someone so important could be so humble.

“Ah, please, you know I hate when colleagues call me that, Jin is fine.”

“That’s right, I always forget that.” You stutter unknowingly, he just smiles before questioning,

“Do you want to be a judge for this art show I am having? I’ve collected some work from students; just some paintings, photography, sculptures- I remember you saying you like that sort of stuff. What do you think?”

“Oh my God! I would love that! It’s so nice that you remembered that.” You say without realizing. You begin to blush but he just chuckles,

“How could I not? I think it’s super attractive when a woman is passionate about something. I’ll text you details, later?” He gives a little smirk and doesn’t wait for a response before he walks towards the exit. You follow his every step until he leaves and then your eyes lock onto another angry pair in the doorway, belonging to Jungkook.

“Hi, Jungkook. Can I help you?” You ask sternly; all while secretly motioning for him to come in and close the door behind him. When he finally does as he’s told, you jump to your feet and skip over to him,

“Sorry, the professor next door is very nosey. I have to put on a show, just incase.” You explain, wrapping your arms around his neck and leaning forward to nibble on his lips. He gives you a slight push backwards and he places his hands on his hips.

“What was that?” He wonders. His voice laced with sadness, looking down at you while you pretend to be confused. He continues to stare you down; waiting for you to explain yourself.

“So, I’m not allowed to talk to my coworkers?” You demand.

“Y/N...”

“Jungkook go. You don’t have my class for another 30 minutes.”

“If it’s nothing then why are you being so defensive?” He pushes further,

“Jungkook this is literally a high school age argument and-“

“It’s not an argument at all.”

“You know I hate it when you cut me off.” You shout,

“Then don’t say stupid shit!” He shouts back.

You both grill each other another 10 seconds before falling into fits of giggles, as usual.

He pulls you to his chest and wraps an arm around your waist- using the other hand to lift your chin as he gazes into your eyes.

“I trust you, you know. I don’t trust many people.” He admits. You just nod your head, eyes flickering to his puffy lips before he playfully rubs his nose against yours,

“I trust you.” He repeats, more to himself this time,

“Not so sure about Professor Kim, though.” He continues, pulling you closer to him and leaving a kiss on your lips.

“Mine.” He grunts, hands trailing down to squeeze your butt. You let out a light moan when he pushes himself against you, your pink polka dot dress rising with each soft thrust. He lowers his hands further down to reach your thighs and lift you up, you wrap your legs around his waist and allow him to bring you to your desk. He pushes a stack of graded papers onto the floor where they scatter.

You let out a whine and push his chest, “Kookie.”

“Shh.” He threatens, placing you lightly onto your desk without letting you go. His arms stay wrapped around your waist, his face stuffed in your neck as you allow him to breathe you in.

“I love you.” He whispers with a small voice. It’s almost like he knew you wouldn’t answer. Instead, you just hold him tighter. You feel him pull up your dress until it’s above your waist. He softly and slowly rubs himself against you. He’s hardening beneath his pants with each thrust and you bring your palm to rub his bulge, but he quickly shoves your hand away. Jungkook unbuttons his jeans, and allows his cock to spring free against his stomach.

You throw your head back and try to contain your squeals when you feel him push your underwear to the side and tease your entrance.

Frustrated at his lack of urgency, and the fact that time seemed to be running out, you begged, “Fuck me, Kookie.”

“No.” Is all he says, pressing the head of his cock against your clit.

“S-stop playing around. Please.” You spit.

“You want me to fuck my professor in a classroom? What do you think, I’m some horny teenage boy with a fetish?” He jokes.

You lean up on your elbows and stare him down, “You love to ruin good moments, don’t you?” He laughs at your anger and pushes you back down. Your frown quickly fades when you hear him tear something open- knowing it was a condom.

You get no warning when he enters your pussy, slamming into you and moaning a little louder each time you clench around him.

“Faster, Kookie.” You hiss. But instead, he slows down,

“Beg.”

“Please go faster. Make me cum. Make me feel good.” You’ve never begged for anything in your life, but for Jungkook, you’d make an exception.

Without another word, he does as he’s told, wrapping his arms around your thighs for a better grip, and fucking you as fast as his body would allow him. You ignore the screeching sounds the desk made with each thrust; and focused on how much Jungkook praised you each time he heard you moan.

He brings a thumb to your clit and lightly presses on it, before rubbing it softly, knowing how crazy it made you.

“Cum, baby.” He encourages, and you do; exhaling loudly into his neck while holding him down with you.

When you finally release him he walks to the other side of the desk where your head is; lightly tugging on you and pulling you back until your head is hanging off of the table, and you’re face to face with his hard dick.

“Open up.” He sings, slapping his cock against your face before rubbing his tip against your lips; generously spreading his pre cum over them. You lick your lips and open your mouth wide for him.

“Tap my legs three times if it’s too much, okay?” He mumbled, not waiting for you to answer back before he slides himself in. Your hands held each side of your desk while you try to concentrate on his movements so you wouldn’t gag.

“Fuck, y/n.” His voice is barely audible. His head is thrown far back, making only his adam’s apple visible to you from where you are. Without warning, he snaps his hips forward, allowing his cock to slip past the back of your tongue and to your throat. The sound of your gag fills the room as you feel your entire body tighten and relax again.

“I’m gonna remember the sound of you gagging around my cock for the rest of my life.” He mutters while looking down at you. You let out a chuckle and look back up at him with watery eyes. His hands that were on his hips now land on each side of your neck, slowly sliding himself back in again.

You feel the hands around your neck tighten as he begins to speed up; and your gagging only seems to encourage him. One of his hands unwraps itself from your neck to travel south of your body; his fingers timelessly find your seconds lips and he begins playing with your clit.

“I’m gonna cum.” He finally admits and your jaw is grateful for it. Your hips squirm on the table as you cum for a second time. Then warm liquid fills your mouth and slides down your cheek as Jungkook slowly fucks your face until he rides out his orgasm.

He pulls out and grabs a few tissues from the tissue box that had been thrown onto the floor.

“Thanks.” You stutter shyly as he cleaned you up; fixing your underwear and your dress so that you looked appropriate. He then walks over the windows, lifting each one up just a little for some air.

The only sound heard in the large classroom is the strong wind. The two of you hadn’t uttered a word in five minutes. Was he upset with you already? Did you do something wrong? His mood swings were something you’d never get used to.

Once he is finished helping you pick up everything that was tossed from your desk; he sits across you. He’s sat his usual seat as he waits for people to begin filling the classroom; in hope of relieving both of you of the awkward tension you’d been sitting through for the past few minutes.

“Look- I don’t want to ruin the moment but-“

“Then don’t, Kookie.” You shut him out instantly, but he goes on anyway,

“I told you that I loved you,” he says with a small voice, his leg bouncing up and down again as he twirls his thumbs.

“I.. I know.”

“It’s not like I expect you to say it back but... I don’t know why I’m even surprised. You’ve made it clear to me that I’ll never come before anything.”

“Kookie, that’s not fair.” You complain, but you smack your lips shut when Jimin and another one of your students, Taehyung walk in. You remember Jungkook telling you about Taehyung, and how they used to be best friends but they, ‘kind of just grew apart.’ In his words; but you always knew there was more to that story.

“Good morning, y/n.” Taehyung says casually, earning a hard slap from your other student, Jimin. You see the flash of sheer panic on his face; almost like he’s told a secret he knew he shouldn’t have.

“Ouch, Jimin! What was that for? Me and y/n are friends, she’s cool with all of the students, right, Kookie?” He smirks, his playful attitude not sitting well with Jungkook.

“Why don’t you know when enough is enough, huh?” Jungkook snaps, standing to his feet with pursed lips and clenched fists; clearly still angry from the conversation you two were in the middle of just moments ago.

“Calm down, Kookie. You know I won’t tell. I just wanna know what I have to do to get a turn.” He sends a wink your way and you try your best to stay quiet and not cry on the spot.

This was it, you thought. You’d been given so many chances to stop this, to tell him to find someone else, but no; and now here you are.

When you see Jimin exhale loudly and bury his face into his hands, you knew he opened his mouth to Taehyung about you and Jungkook. At this point the class is filling up with other students, whom are trying to get a glimpse of the fight between the two ex best friends.

“Taehyung.” Jungkook warns, his jaw shut tight and sending a glare his way. Taehyung puts both of his hands in the air,

“Okay, okay.” He complies with a wicked smile, flopping down onto his chair next to Jimin, whom still hid his face from both you and Jungkook.

The entire class is filled with awkward tension and anger towards you, since you decided on giving them a pop quiz for the behavior they all showed today.

40 minutes later you find yourself googling ways to write a resignation letter until you realize class was over in less than a minute.

“Place your quizzes on my desk on your way out.” You spoke emotionlessly, your thoughts filled with dread and regret.

“Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin will you three please stay a few minutes?” You ask as the rest of the class curiously files out of the classroom. You follow the last student to the door and close it softly behind him. When you finally turn around; you’re faced with three sorry looking men.

“I’m so sorry; to all of you. I didn’t mean to start dram-“ Jimin pleads, but Jungkook cuts in with fire in his eyes.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” He roars, marching to Jimin until he’s towering over him, his shoulders visibly becoming broader with each deep breath he took.

“He’s not gonna tell!” Jimin tries to defend himself but this just frustrates him further. He takes another step forward and throws an unexpected fist to Jimin’s face. He falls to the ground with a loud thud and stares back at Jungkook with a pained expression. Before Jimin can even get another word out, Jungkook is speed walking over to Taehyung and the next thing you know- the two of them are going at it.

You take a step forward towards the two stuck in a wrestling match when you notice sprinkles of blood on the floor.

“Kookie, stop!” You cry out, not wanting the chaos to grab the attention of anyone that might be nearby. Yet- the fight ensues anyway. You’re stuck listening to the sounds of t-shirts tearing, shoes screeching against the freshly waxed floors, and heavy breathing.

“I said stop!” You freak out, pulling Jungkook by the back of his ripped shirt to separate them, but he quickly turns his body towards you and shoves you backwards, leaving your lower back throbbing from the impact it made with your desk.

Needless to say, the fight comes to an end, but you aren’t Jungkook’s main concern right now,

“Fuck. You.” Jungkook mumbles through clenched teeth, pointing a finger at Taehyung, who looks just as angry,

“I trusted you.” He speaks up again, blinking away the tears that were bound to fall.

“And I trusted you, Jungkook.” Taehyung replies calmly, a 180 attitude from the rude behavior he displayed during class.

You let a deep breath of frustration without realizing, and three boys turn their head towards you,

“I’m sorry, Professor. I won’t tell. I was just trying to make Jungkook upset.” You frown at that. Yet another person you had to trust to keep a secret; and you two hadn’t even been together for very long.

All you can manage is a simple nod and a small, “thank you.”

Jimin and Taehyung walk to the door, still mumbling their apologies; but you shut them out. You stare daggers into Jungkook’s back as he faces away from you with hands on his hips.

“Your anger, Kookie; it’s out of hand.” You whisper just barely loud enough for him to hear and he turns to face you,

“What?” He questions, searching your face for any clue that might tell him that you aren’t being serious right now.

“You scare me when you are angry.”

“I don’t understand. I was protecting us!” He explodes, taking a step forward but in return, you take one back.

“Baby... Not you too. Not you.” He breaks. His cries meet your ears but you stand your ground. There was just so much of Jungkook that you didn’t know, and it really did worry you.

“What happened between you and Taehyung?” You press,

“Nothing, y/n. It doesn’t concern you.”

“You said you trusted him and he said he trusted you too; so what happened?”

“What did I just say? Huh?” He raises his voice again.

“Don’t talk to me like that, Jungkook. You’re always acting like such a little freaking boy!” He lets out a chuckle and combs his fingers through his hair,

“Oh, I’m a little boy now? Well you’re fucking this ‘little boy’ so what does that make you?” His snarl makes your insides turn, you can’t believe the words that just came out of his mouth,

You grab your bag and begin skipping out the room in a hurry, “We are through. I’m picking up my things tonight; and I NEVER want you speak to me again!” When you reach the door, you take one last look back at him, and yet again he looks unfazed by your outburst. Giving you a small smile he explains,

“We are over when I say we’re over.”

A/N: Did this chapter trigger your anxiety cause it did for me while writing. I don’t know when the next update will be but I promise not to wait another month lmao.

Part 6

#jungkook #bts jungkook #jungkook au #jungkook angst #taehyung angst #Jimin angst #jungkook smut #bts angst #bts smut #jungkook fluff #college jungkook #bts fluff #noonanet #armiesnet #dom jungkook #sub reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you

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coffeeallaloneandlord · 4 years ago

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24, 29, 30

24. Do you prefer happy endings or sad endings?

delivery is everything, also 50+% of what i read is nonfiction lol

29. Have you ever read a book in another language?

no but both my roommates are spanish speakers and there are a lot of spanish langauge books in my house plus a few other randoms sprinkled here and there

30. already answered

thank you for the questions :)

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goosegoblin · 5 years ago

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Hello! sorry for asking possibly a dumb questrion! my first langauge isn't english so i didnt understand what you mean! if rap isnt a genre, is it a music style? is it a type of poetri? so it is not a genre like RnB or HipHop is? im really sorry if this is an offensive question!! google didnt answer me

No, not at all offensive!

Rap is a style of vocal delivery. You wouldn’t say��‘singing’ is a genre- rap isn’t a genre either. What most people are thinking of when they say ‘rap’ is ‘hip-hop’, but good luck finding a genre that hasn’t had someone use rap in it at some point!

#Anonymous #honk response

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joonsneptune · 5 years ago

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Delivery Man✧ MYG

(Suga x Reader)

Tags: smut (kinda), suga x she Warnings: smut, strong langauge, fingering Word Count: 2k

“I don’t like this bridge, we need to change it.” His fingers travel along the bright screen in the dark room, showing the part he was talking about as the song kept playing on the speaker.

The melody was pretty sweet and calming, it reminded the spring weather and you could almost taste some pink cotton candy straight out amusement park, even if it was in the middle of winter and everything we ate as about to burn our tongues. A lyric with a deep and touching message kept pace, but we were not focusing on that part today. We were trapped in this studio for over twelve hours to do the final review of the songs we were delivering tomorrow and we still had five more ahead. All this because Yoongi and his perfectionist side found little details that, in his opinion, could be changed, even if they made no difference, even if they were already perfect.

"Are you sure?" My head burned with pain and my body was sore, I had to be careful to not sound so rude with him, letting my lack of patience to show, for the sake of the songs that would still come. "It fits well with Jimin's solo."

"Maybe it's the bass..." He ignores me completely, causing me to roll my eyes and turn the chair to the other side, turning my back on him and the computer. His quick fingers change the frequency and come back for another fifteen seconds, going over the bridge, this time with a higher bass, which makes my body shiver all over and I know that yours had the same reaction when he let out a big murmur. "No, it's not." Yoongi continues to whisper to himself as he returns the same fifteen seconds repeatedly, changing all the kind of sound effect he could. "Do you have any suggestions?" His voice sounds low, after long minutes ignoring my existence while screwing up the music.

I spin the chair enough to see a part of his face, still turning my back on the computer, and shrug. I sit comfortably in the chair, pulling my feet from under my body and tossing them onto the arm of the couch next to us, feeling my warm foot come in contact with the cold leather and my back burn with the change of position. "I still think it was better before." My head falls to the side, dragging on the cushion of the chair as I feel him turn his face towards me, waiting for me to say something else, I just stare into his eyes almost covered under the cap and by his black hair, in silence.

"Is that all?" Yoongi has had enough just as I had, it was noticeable in his voice. I nod, resting my hands on my belly. He turns to the screen, after a sigh comes out of his lips, making it clear that somehow my words had come into his mind, and the play button of the music without the modifications is pressed. His head goes down along with the shoulders and his eyes aim the ground, I feel that he starts to focus on the sound coming from the speaker.

The song is perfect for the band's comeback, the melody and the mood matched the new concept of the album and made me want to close my eyes to relax. It was ready. The modified one starts right after, making me uncomfortable in the chair. It seemed messy and the relaxing mood was gone, bringing something I was not able to decipher, Yoongi felt that too. His eyes stared the screen, his now tense shoulders denounced that he was not satisfied and soon the delete button was being pressed. I celebrate shaking my hands and shoulders on the air, seeing his full face again as we re-align our chairs and, unable to hold a smile on my lips, I leave a hot, wet kiss on his cold cheek.

"That's all," I say, lifting my legs above his, leaving them there. I see a tiny smile appear on his lips as he rub the sleeve of his coat over his wet cheek. "You can thank me and say how amazing I am producing music now, I'm ready to hear it." I joke, running my fingers behind the ears, pulling my hair out so they are exposed.

His icy fingers fall on my legs as a low chuckle comes out of his mouth, his back curving slightly, causing a few strands of his hair to move out of place, lips moistened by the tongue sliding around. "I can not say that. Your ego will make you float away here and we still have some songs to check out." A playful tone comes out of his voice and my smile increases even more, feeling him relax slowly. "But can I thank you for asking for food for us?"

"Oh, please!" I shifted my body forward, feeling the warmth of the leather beneath me disappear as I made my way to his lap. Yoongi's hands find my waist as I approach him, sticking our bodies in a matter of seconds. A small laugh escapes from my lips as his lips were already on my neck, shivering every hair in me. "Can you order our food first?" I open a space between us, my hands pushing his shoulders, so he can reach into his pocket where his cell phone was.

"Are you serious?" I nod, locking my lips between my teeth, he roll his eyes as his hand goes to the pocket on his pants, picking up the cell phone. Yoongi begins to read the options we had at this time of night, my stomach giving leaps of happiness just hearing it, and my mouth salivates. The last time we ate it was ten in the morning and now, almost at midnight, anything looked delicious. We ended up decided on Chinese food, my favorite.

We started a light conversation about the songs for the next album and how nervous he was to see the fans reaction with everything ready. My hands went up and down his body as his did not leave my waist, pressing my fingers against my skin when his excitement was bigger than he could hold and his little smile increased, making my heart in love melt with every new laugh. Beneath me, his breath was light, his eyes shining and blinking rapidly, and under his hair his ears were lightly red with the cold of the studio.

I can no longer pay attention to his words when I realize that my legs was straddling him in the chair with the help of my weight. His hands rested on my waist, but they could have been forcing my hips to his while I did my best to have him moaning my name. I need to blink a few times to get back to reality, agreeing quickly with what Yoongi was saying, even though I had no idea what it was. And I scare myself when I feel that my panties were already wet inside the jeans, just with the thought of having sex right there, which would not be a bad idea. The studio was one of the places we had not done yet. Yet.

The clock near the door showed that it was past midnight, what were the odds of someone still in the building?

Then, slowly, I start teasing Yoongi. First, I pretend I need to get something in the back pocket of my pants, feeling the jeans shave on his legs. Then I find something to see on the computer behind me, spinning in his lap as if I were in a chair with wheels, managing to take out a low growl from his lips and a tight grip on my waist, feeling my insides tremble. And, well, my boyfriend knew my body.

"You know it's easier if you say what you want, right?" The space between us disappears, my back going against his chest and my butt pressed down where I wanted to, I need to bite my lips to not let out a moan, now having him holding me in his lap. "Princess, use your words." His lips rasped in my ear and his husky voice made my eyes close, enjoying every syllable he spoke. "Don’t make me ask twice."

"I want to hear you calling my name." I press my hips against his, making my intentions clear. He laughs.

"You can’t do this type of request, babe. You should know it." The warmth of his breath hits my neck, his fingers coming out of my waist and going to meet my wet panties under my pants. "Already so wet for me? How kind of you." The meeting ends as quickly as it started, I can hear the noise it makes when it smells at its fingertips. "You have the permission to ride my cook, princess." And before he finished the sentence, I turned my body back, resting my hands on his shoulders, the friction of my jeans with his was not one of the best, but it was enough to start. I'm careful to not mark his neck when my teeth find it, giving slight bites to his collarbone.

The zipper of my pants is open until the end, my shirt meets the floor, his coat falls on the couch and my bra falls on the keyboard next to us. His fingers finally find their way to my soaking wet pussy, a loud moan escapes my lips followed by Yoongi's smirk. "This never gets old. How you're always so wet and needy for me."

My head leans down, going to lay my forehead against her shoulder, but his fingers tighten my jaw, locking my gaze with his. "I want to see you call my name." My previous request now turns his command and I do my best to not close my eyes of pleasure when his finger penetrates me without a warning going up and down inside me slowly, making me suck air. Being filled with those dark eyes full of pleasure staring at every movement and every groan, made me even more excited, wanting more. The other hand that slid through my exposed skin and shivered with cold, finds my hard nipples, squeezing them tightly.

"Yoongi!" My head tilts slightly to the side without breaking our gaze.

"Very good, princess. Keep being a good girl." Yoongi's words or lips scraping with mine doesn’t help at all, nor does their volume beneath me, letting some low moans come out as the second finger enters, hitting all the right spot as soon as it arrives. The speed increased, I could no longer hold back the moans, my fingers squeezing his shoulders so hard that my finger knots were white.

"Faster pl-please." That's what I can say as I stare at him, feeling the third finger come in shortly. My groans were loud in the closed and cold studio, since my skin had a few drops of sweat, just like Yoongi's forehead. Our mouths meet as the hands that were tightening my nipples rise up to my scalp, pulling a handful of hair so my head could be controlled. Without take too much time, his hot tongue enters my mouth, making me moan in the kiss. "Yoongi, i'm-

~DING DONG~

The bell rings loudly, my body jumps in fright and Yoongi's fingers stop moving, staying inside me. "The delivery man." His eyes stare into mine and I find myself groaning as he pushes me out of the chair and away from his fingers so I get to answer the door. "I can’t answer the door, look at me!" My voice remains low as I use my hand to point at my hair and body, which should be a mess.

"I'm not going to get the food with a hard dick." His voice was even lower, fingers pointing at his tight pants between his legs. The bell rings again. "One minute!” Yoongi screams and stares at me again, groaning once more, seeing that he will not get up, I put on his coat to hide my body and go to the nearest mirror, pulling my hair down. "You don’t have to dress up for the delivery boy. I’m the one fucking you later, not him."

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hana1379 · 6 years ago

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Free Love vol.3

Summary: fic loosely based on song “Free love” by Depeche Mode. I’ve heard this song on radio and idea popped in my head

Pairing: AU!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: unprotected sex, langauge, angst, some fluff

Words: 3,5k

Notes: I’m going on a little hiatus with writing it, I need to rethink all my ideas and if you have any propmpts how to end this story, don’t be shy and message me. Also I’m sucker for sad ending so I guess I’m sorry?

And again I’m not native english speaker so if you’ll see mistakes please tell me about it. Feedback is more than welcome.

If you want to be tag in further parts let me know. I do not own the gif, credit to the owner.

!If you want to be tagged in anything please massage me cause I can’t keep up with requests in comments!

June 2018

The day was beautiful. Sun was shining and warming everything around. It wasn't even noon but it was already hot in the city.

You were lying on your bed, next to you was your the most important person in the world. Your man. The love of your life. Andrew. He shifted and you looked at him, at his beautiful blue eyes, his sweet smile, he was smiling at you and you felt warmth in your chest growing every time you looked at him. You loved him so much.

You leaned over him and you kissed his exposed belly.

"Good morning sweetheart! How did you sleep?" you asked against his soft skin and he started to giggle, his laugh was the purest thing you've ever heard "Come on, we need to eat something". You got up from the bed and you lifted your son. Holding your baby, you exited your room.

You were living with your sister and her boyfriend for almost a year now. They were helping you with your child, but they were going to get married and you knew you'll have to move out soon. That vision scared you the most, you didn't want to be alone, not after your delivery when you had to deal with it on your own.

You were feeding Andy with baby oatmeal when your sister swung by the kitchen from her room

"Y/N! Would you mind going to the post office? You just have to send these" she handed you bundle, you knew what it was. Invitations to her wedding.

"Sure, after Andy is full we'll send this package. Right partner?" you asked your son rhetorically and he started to giggle, he was such a happy child

"Y/N you don't have to drag him there, I can look after him"

"It's not that far, besides we both could use some fresh air" you watched as your son took his spoon and he tried to feed himself but failed and he ended up with a dirty chin.

After 40 minutes you were going back to your flat holding Andy in your arms. Only three blocks away from your place when you saw him and your heart dropped. Your breath hitched and your stomach clenched. Of all the people in the world, it had to be him? You adjusted your son in your arms and you moved forward hoping Bucky wouldn't see you.

You were trying to hide behind your son when you saw Barnes was walking in your direction, Bucky was looking at his phone and you were sure you'll pass him without any problems. But when you were almost 8ft from him Andy squealed when he saw a dog. Bucky lifted his head and his gaze landed on you. You stopped in your tracks. Fuck. Stupid fucking dog ruined everything.

"Y/N?" the way he said your name made you shiver "Hey Bucky, long time no see" he approached you and you could eye him better. He didn't change maybe except for his hair were much shorter. Much, much shorter.

"You tell me" he smiled and you felt your legs were turning into jelly. Bucky looked at Andy and he smiled wider

"Hi little man, how are you?" Andy buried his face in the crook of your neck embarrassed and Bucky chuckled, his laugh was infectious you started to smile as well.

"It's Andy. He's a bit shy around people he doesn't know but he'll open up in his time"

"Hey Andy, nice to meet you" Bucky took Andy's small hand in a handshake and the baby smiled at him. Andy nuzzled his face in your neck once more and Bucky's gaze shifted to you. You weren't wearing his necklace.

"He's your son?" he asked and you nodded "And what about his father? If I may ask" you knew he will be curious and you knew there was no point in lying

"It's just the two of us. His father... Well, we meant nothing to him" you looked at Bucky and you saw in his eyes some kind of pity. God, now he was sorry for you, excellent.

"Oh, I see. How your parents reacted? If I remember right they are pretty strict with everything" his eyes narrowed, you felt like he was investigating you

"Well they sort of cut me off, I mean my mom was cool with me having a baby but when they found out there was no father they were furious and wanted me to get back with the father but I don’t need that asshole in our lives" you said and a sad smile approached your face

"I'm sorry" was all he said and you knew the longer you spoke with him the larger power he had over you. You didn't want to step into this again, you decided it was time you leave him there and never see him again. He was looking at you with his beautiful eyes, a small smile on his lips.

"I... I... I have to go home, i-it was nice seeing you Buck" you stuttered and started to walk and you moved past him when his voice stopped you

"Y/N! Let me at least walk you home" you turned to see him "It's fine I live not far from here, I really should go, my sister is waiting for me. It was really great running into you, James" you turned around again and you started walking. Bucky was looking at you, you were walking so fast he was sure you'll start running soon. He saw Andy looking at him and the baby in your arms smiled at Bucky. And that was when something broke inside him. He thought that maybe, maybe he was just guessing, but what if he was right? Honking car in a distance put him back into reality and he knew what he had to do. He rushed after you but not close so you wouldn't notice him.

September 2014

Her lips were addictive. Her whimpers and soft moans were like music to his ears. Bucky thought you were the most wonderful person in the world. He didn't know how he got this lucky, that you agreed on being his distraction. You were so innocent and he managed to ruin you, spoil you, but he knew that one day you'll walk out on him and didn't want this to happen. He had to somehow keep you by his side. You looked happy when he gave you that golden necklace. Maybe he will buy you something nice from time to time.

"Bucky please" you whined and he removed his fingers from your heat. You broke up with your boyfriend and this time he was your distraction. He was kissing your neck, sucking at your skin, marking it. You were coming back from your high and he looked at you, your flushed skin, your hooded eyes and smile on your face when you caught him staring.

"What do you want me to do baby girl?" he asked as he peppered your jawline with kisses. He loved you, he wanted to make you feel so good, he wanted you to feel the same way he did. Bucky moved to your neck and cleavage and you moaned loudly.

"Jesus Barnes just fuck me already" you were desperate, he made you come twice, with his mouths and his fingers but you wanted something more, something bigger, you craved his member.

"Nah, I'm gonna make love to you angel" he said as he situated himself between your legs

"What? Are you getting soft or I didn't hear you properly?" you asked amused and he narrowed his eyes "You know, if it was not for that we have all this no hidden catch and string attached agreement some may think that you caught feelings" you grinned as you were leaning on your elbows on the bed.

"Shut up, I'm gonna make love to you and your gonna fucking love it" he positioned his large cock at your entrance and you gasped. He coated his tip in your juices and then he entered you slowly. Very slow. You arched your back. He looked at the place where you're connected, he moans seeing himself disappearing inside you. He was going slow, unlike any other times you two were fucking. He wanted to make you feel him all, he wanted all of you. Bucky leaned down and kissed you, swallowing your moans. He pulled back and you looked at him with pleading eyes, you knew he will always give you whatever you need, you had him wrapped around your finger but today he was in charge completely. You wanted him to go faster and he knew it but he didn't do anything about it.

Bucky's thrusts were slow but deep and when he increased his pace you started screaming and clenching on his cock.

"Fuck baby you feel so amazing, so hot and -FUCK- and wet. Y/N look at me I wanna see those big eyes of yours, look at me" you barely managed to open your eyes and when you looked at him you knew you won't last long. You wrapped your legs around his waist tighter giving him an opportunity to go deeper. He kissed you and you moaned against his lips when you felt he was hitting that special spot in your body.

"Fuck! Are you on a pill? Shit! I won't last long" Bucky asked and you could only nod "Y/N touch yourself" he commanded and you obeyed happily, you were chasing your release and you screamed when your fingers made contact with your sensitive bud. You started to move fast your fingers and then it hit you. You cried out and you felt shiver run from your toes through your body, you clenched around Bucky's dick and he groaned but he didn't slow down, you screamed once more and you thought you passed out but then you felt Bucky finishing inside you. Ribbon after ribbon of his semen filled you. He liked coming inside. He enjoyed thought that you had his part inside you. It made him feel kinda proud that you let him do it.

Bucky pulled out of you and he grinned looking at your pussy and then at his abdomen. You followed his gaze and you saw it was wet and sheets beneath you were soaked

"Oh my god!" you yelled in embarrassment but Bucky chuckled and he kissed your cheek "Did my baby just squirted? Not the first time you did that but, fuck, I'll never get tired of seeing it" Bucky kissed you, his tongue entered your mouth and you moaned, he pulled back and he smiled at you caressing your cheek

"Think you can give me one more? That was fucking hot" you covered your face in your hands and he laughed

"Y/N don't be embarrassed, you are the most amazing person I know, honestly" he assured and you nodded and you kissed him tenderly. Bucky got up from the bed and he put on his sweatpants. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from a night table and he looked at you.

"You coming?" he asked and you shook your head "All right I'll be back in few minutes, better be ready for me when I come back" he leaned over to you and he kissed your cheek, his lips resting there a little too long. You inhaled sharply, you knew that in fact, he had you wrapped around his finger even more.

When he came back a few minutes later you were lying against the headboard with a bottle of tequila in your hand. Bucky looked at you a slight shock on his face.

"Sorry" you mumbled but he knew you weren't sorry that you opened the bottle alone, it was something else. He positioned himself next to you on the bed and he took the bottle from your hand, taking a sip he grimaced and then he smiled at you.

"I'm sorry for what I've said" you were looking at your hands, placed on your lap "I shouldn't have say that" you looked over at him "I didn't intend to make you feel uncomfortable" you were just his booty-call nothing more and being in love with him didn't actually help.

"That's okay, you did nothing wrong" he handed you the bottle and you took a sip. He looked at you all this time, his heart was aching, you caught him red-handed, he had feelings for you. So why it was so hard to confess it to you?

"You know what we'll do? We'll empty this bottle and we'll fuck as rough as you want. What do you say?" he asked looking into your eyes. You shook your head and you took a sip from the bottle, making him wait

"No Bucky" you finally said "I want you to make love to me"

June 2018

Bucky was sitting on a bench in a small park, opposite your house. He had a perfect view on your front door; he didn't see you leaving. That was good. Phone in hand Bucky was searching through his old folders with your pictures, you've blocked him on every social media so he wasn't up to date with what was going on in your life. Shit, he didn't even know you had a kid. He stopped on your picture which he took from surprise, you looked so beautiful. He smiled at the thought that this picture was his jerk off material for a long time before everything went to shit. An elderly man who was sitting beside Barnes looked over Bucky's shoulder on his phone

"I know her!" he shouted and Bucky almost jumped "She has a funny name; Belinda? Alverta?" the man was trying to remind himself when Bucky chuckled "It's Y/N, do you know at what number does she live?"

"Yes, right Y/N! I knew it was something like that and I happen to be her neighbor, she lives with her sister at door number 2 in that building" he pointed at your house with his cane.

"She has a child you know? Sweet kid, he reminds me of my grandchildren"

"Did she told you how old is he?" Bucky asked he had to be sure.

“Oh, he's six months old. I remember he was born at the beginning of the year in January" Bucky calculated in his head; January, December, November, October, September, August, July, June, May. She became pregnant in April, likely at the beginning, likely before her 24th birthday. Bucky became pale, he felt his palms were getting more and more sweaty. Little Andy had his eyes and a little dimple in his chin he even looked like Bucky. He got up from the bench, thanked the man and said his goodbyes, elder gentleman wished him good luck and Barnes headed towards your place.

When he was in front of the door with number 2 on, he pinched himself in the arm. It hurt. That was good, he wasn't dreaming. He knocked and waited until the door swung open

"Can I help you?" a tall girl with shoulder-length dark hair was looking at him with suspicion in her eyes. He didn't look like tradesman so where this suspicion came from?

"I need to speak with Y/N, I know she's in here, I've been watching front door, she didn't leave. I have to talk to her" Bucky was more and more impatient, he wanted to speak with Y/N and he assumed your sister was handicapping. He tried to pass her by but she blocked his way

"Whoa, whoa dude! Who the hell are you?!" your sister was holding the door tight

"I know she's in here, so just let me in!" Bucky wanted to push the door open when she held them in place, he didn't want to use fore but she was making him. He was ready to kick them down if he had to.

"What's going on?" you stepped in the view and Bucky looked at you over your sister's shoulder, you saw him and your face dropped

"Why the fuck you didn't tell me you were pregnant?!" he yelled and you turned back, disappearing behind the corner. Bucky passed your sister by and he entered your flat, he headed in a spot when he saw you disappear and he saw you sitting by kitchen's table

"Why didn't you tell me I have a son?! I had a fucking right to know that and you took it away from me! Answer me for fuck's sake!"

"He's not your son!" you hit the table with your hands making some mugs tremble. "You never wanted to have a family! So get the fuck out!"

"I'm not going anywhere! So better prepare your fucking speech before I'll become pissed!" he shouted and you stood up

"GET THE FUCK OUT OFF HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!" you screamed pointing with your finger at your front door and then you've heard Andy's cries. Your shouts must've woke him. You scooted to your room and you lifted him from his crib. You were rocking him in your arms when you saw Bucky leaning against the door frame

"I'm not going anywhere Y/N and neither do you" his voice was gentle, he didn't want to scare his son even more. Andy looked over at him with tears in his blue eyes and Bucky's heart skipped a bit. He knew he had a son for 20 minutes and he was already head over heels in love with him. Bucky fought with the urge to hold him but he knew you'd never let it happen.

"I'll take Andy for a walk. You should sit and discuss everything. Calmly" your sister long forgotten spoke up and you nodded. Bucky moved from his place and you passed him by. You placed Andy gently in your sister's arms. Saying something to him you kissed his head and both you and Bucky stared as he disappeared with your sister behind the front door. There was a silence but you could cut the tension with a knife.

"He's not your son" you said still looking at the door

"Bullshit" he said and you scoffed walking towards your small living room. "And don't tell me I never wanted to have a family. You asked me about it when I was 25 and broke" he was following you and you turned around, now facing him. It was hard to look at him, you knew you should have told him about pregnancy, he had a right to know but you were stubborn and now innocents were suffering because of your pride.

"What do you want me to say, Buck? huh? That you had your chance with me but you forfeited it? That your girlfriend humiliated me in front of my co-workers? That when I've learned I was pregnant I wanted to have an abortion but I chickened out?That I called you but you never responded? That I wanted to tell you about pregnancy but you were still dating her and I didn't want to step in? Tell me what do you want to hear and I'll tell you everything" you said clenching your hands in fists, tears in your eyes started to boil and you had to look at the ceiling for not to cry.

"I went to your house the other day but they told me you've moved out" he said calmly "I love you Y/N, I really do for almost four years, I was afraid you didn't feel the same and I was silent" you looked at him with disbelief in your eyes "I love you Y/N" he repeated and you knew he was telling the truth. You've always wanted to hear these words coming out of his mouths and a year ago you'd be jumping and screaming from happiness but now; now he was a little too late.

"Sadly I don't. I don't love Bucky. Not anymore" his face dropped, he didn't expect you saying that. He took you for granted. Bucky sat on your couch, his face in his hands. You sat beside him "I loved you from the beginning, for six years but we both knew this couldn't last forever so I kinda decided for both of us. I cut you off, I'm sorry but that was the best solution Bucky and you know it" you placed your hand on his shoulder and he sobbed.

He started to snivel, his voice muffled by his hands. You were sorry for him but you knew that was for the best. He'll be only a name on a child support's check. You didn't want him to spend time with Andy. Being next to Bucky hurt you, he had lost you a long time ago. But you felt sorry for him, you broke his heart but he broke yours first.

He sniffed and you moved closer to him "Bucky..." you started to speak but opening door interrupted you. You both looked at the direction, your sister holding Andy

"I'm so sorry but he vomited on me Y/N and I had to go back" she said and she headed towards your room. You looked at Bucky and you lifted from your place

"I think it's about time you left" you said, you didn't want him to leave but he had to. Bucky stood up and he wiped his eyes, he looked over at your room's door hoping he'll see his son there. When it didn't happen he turned around and headed towards front door never glancing at you. He caught a handle and he stopped like he wanted to say something but then he opened the door and he left. You sat on your couch exhaling, you let tears run down your cheeks when your sister stood in your room's door.

"You know he won't give up on him don't you?" you didn't answer. It was obvious he won’t.

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the price on this better version cpu went up already

cool.. I don’t have to copy price numbers of the delivery by hand. because they’re placed automatically

but.. there’s like.. a thing.. that.. if you add 2 or 3 different delivery methods.. than clients can use this free delivery stuff yearly subscription where they just pay and can get free shipping all year

so.. I can add either.. like.. some PO box delivery.. or a courier company delivery

or maybe a self pickup

and there’s something like.. “returns” chapter..

I need to take a picture of this processor again

my “drafts” are saved.. but.. I had a draft before.. and it disappeared.

oh kay. I found

https://youtu.be/eayfAuyM1K0?t=606

https://youtu.be/prmDMySPhzs

e sports

https://youtu.be/prmDMySPhzs?t=26

she laugh like.. “s.white”

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wow that’s vietnamese right?? I also though that s.white is vietnamese

no that’s thai. thai yes. thai

not vietnamese but thai, but these countries are really close

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Thailand/@12.9574836,99.980922,6z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x304d8df747424db1:0x9ed72c880757e802!8m2!3d15.870032!4d100.992541

yes. I knew that

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Thailand/@20.5486534,91.2040897,5.48z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x304d8df747424db1:0x9ed72c880757e802!8m2!3d15.870032!4d100.992541

bangladesh is considerably/relatively further

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Thailand/@18.4387067,97.4170051,5.48z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x304d8df747424db1:0x9ed72c880757e802!8m2!3d15.870032!4d100.992541

hanoi is really far

I was telling you that s.white is from thailand. I was saying vietnam. but.. I though that this language is vietnamese

https://images.app.goo.gl/4GjH1c4aYvQdK75x7

how does vietnamese language look like. it’s actually really similar

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that’s thai not vietnamese

https://youtu.be/gNqC5eqRBCw

“love at first swipe”

https://youtu.be/gNqC5eqRBCw?t=134

https://youtu.be/gNqC5eqRBCw?t=142

that’s the instrument

https://youtu.be/yG9GYo3EjHU?t=30

https://youtu.be/yG9GYo3EjHU?t=50

she looks like s.white

https://images.app.goo.gl/8sTTzpw2tMC2MiqJ8

https://youtu.be/_lK4cX5xGiQ?t=55

so this is thai not vietnamese. I though it’s vietnamese.. thai and vietnamese look very similar

that’s thai not vietnamese. I just confused because they look the same

https://youtu.be/Rp_tLhL18RM

https://images.app.goo.gl/N29X69eTgnkzwTdEA

she looks so much like s.white. they’re both from thailand

or vietnam.

https://youtu.be/xACuBen62f4

https://youtu.be/07VsE4cbXwY

https://youtu.be/07VsE4cbXwY?t=642

yes nyx ulti has removes passives

https://youtu.be/07VsE4cbXwY?t=722

I would not get bkb on pa.. satanic instead.. bkb useless item

although satanic is a bit expensive.. has expensive compoenents

https://youtu.be/07VsE4cbXwY?t=965

damn.. hope these cookies this time are gonna turn out good

I was biting and I have the cold feeling again. this is the feeling when you get when you have.. you know.. tingles.. in your leg if you sit on you leg too much

so it means that this tooth gets more blood because I get tingles

its roots get pushed deeper

and I don’t know where tommyam is from

I think she was like. malaysia

should I do apple pie instead?? I have these apples.. but.. they’re really small. so peeling them would take a lot of time.. I would rather add some bigger apples.. and it doesn’t matter if they’re sour or not when you add apples in a pie. all apples work the sour work well in a pie

or the fat cake..

omg.. the gooseberry.. cake lol

gooseberry is such a weird fruit

ok got it foudn this video

no that wasn’t it now I have it

I need to write it down again because I lost the recipe that I had written down before

this cake is really fat and I don’t have easy to peel apples..

but without this cream inside it would be dry

I can add preservers.. then it would be really sweet..

so I should not add as much sugar in this cake I guess

bread diet again

miracle bread diet

some noodles recipe..

looking at this cooking channel cooking videos

she has a lot of videos and she makes really good food.. I mean. her recipes are good. I tried her recipe for one cake.. that were bought from a shop but I liked this cake so I searched internets to see what cake it is.. and I even struggled somet ime to find a name of this cake.. because this cake has 3 names people call it differently.. so it has 3 names.. so I foudn this channel. and she has a lot of videos like.. I think she has more than 1000 videos and 99.99% of them are about cooking

and she has.. recipes on.. how to make.. like.. creme for a cake.. etc.

and a lot of other recipes, cakes a lot of cakes.

and recipes with potatoes. and flour.. the ones I also think that are good

she has a lot of recipes. and I lot of them are familiar to me but I can’t like.. I don’t know how exact recipes.

a lot of interesting recipes. some rizotto recipe

tomato soup with rice. I like this soup too. she has a lot of recipes that I like

soup with peas

wow even “onion rings”

bread recipe

some baked apples with rice and sugar?? and cream I don’t think I would like it

but I never ate rice with sugar.. apples with sugar are good but I don’t know about rice

cucumber soup

she has really good food

one recipe is.. potato pancakes with apples. it’s popular in here

but my mother usually.. doesn’t make that. she usually makes just pancakes with apples.. without any potatoes.. her pancakes with potatoes aren’t.. amazing in my option.. I mean.. they are good only if they’re really well fried.

how to even make them.. lol.. I actually have no idea if they are made with adding flour or not

yes lol. I was right. she’s adding flour. I actually didn’t know that they’re made with flour

potato pancakes with apples.. my mother doesn’t add apples to them. maybe it’s not bad idea to make them

I have apples so it’s not a bad recipe. because I have apples you know

and potatoes of course

but mostly apples because I can make something with apples because.. these apples won’t last forever you know

so I could use it for something

I never knew that they’re made with flour

when I was young.. my mother had a lot of cooking books.. damn.. she had a lot of cooking books with recipes.. a lot.

she also has.. you know.. some confetionery stuff.. something like apple/cream cheese turnovers

and she has recipes on how to make fruit preserves for winter. in jars.. and.. vegetables in jars for winter too

onion pancakes??

and.. like.. cabbage pancakes.. cabbage pancakes may actually be good.. I saw stuff like that.. that people were making in I think in.. thailand or somewhere around there.. for street food you know.. I don’t know if it was thailand exactly

but they looked really apetizing

so I think that cabbage is actually a good idea

I saw on youtube that people were selling some pancakes with cabbage.. so if they were bad then they wouldn’t be selling them I guess

https://youtu.be/6SU7jn0z2ys?t=36

https://youtu.be/6SU7jn0z2ys?t=92

miss dia is from india

https://youtu.be/6SU7jn0z2ys?t=184

this indian accent.

https://youtu.be/6SU7jn0z2ys?t=271

people eat with hands in india

https://youtu.be/6SU7jn0z2ys?t=308

damn she sounds so.. all indian girls have this accent

this accent sounds really familiar to me. I mean. she sounds so similar to other indian girls damn

https://youtu.be/6SU7jn0z2ys?t=381

who was the girl..

https://youtu.be/Zq8Rjv9E1Uo

bangladesh

https://youtu.be/Zq8Rjv9E1Uo?t=81

she was in holland to see like.. some watches.. and..

no.. that was switzerland.. yes.. switzerland is famous for making watches I think

people say that swiss watches are really good I mean. there’s a saying.. when something goes well then it’s like in swiss watch/clock

if something works really well then it’s like in a swiss clock

https://youtu.be/X86S5oZzzh4?t=179

https://youtu.be/IN7G03jzMY0?t=17

https://youtu.be/XDsEkuNLZsM?t=254

https://youtu.be/pqOc_0OmFKU

what langauge is that

looks similar to thai language

I’m guessing that it’s.. cambodian.. or.. the other one.

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Cambodia/@15.7102257,99.3398038,6z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x310787bfd4dc3743:0xe4b7bfe089f41253!8m2!3d12.565679!4d104.990963

laos..

https://translate.google.com/#view=home&op=translate&sl=auto&tl=en&text=%E0%A7%A8%20%E0%A6%95%E0%A6%BE%E0%A6%AA%20%E0%A6%AE%E0%A6%AF%E0%A6%BC%E0%A6%A6%E0%A6%BE%20%E0%A6%86%E0%A6%B0%20%E0%A7%A7%E0%A6%9F%E0%A6%BF%20%E0%A6%A1%E0%A6%BF%E0%A6%AE%20%E0%A6%A6%E0%A6%BF%E0%A6%AF%E0%A6%BC%E0%A7%87%20%E0%A6%A8%E0%A6%B0%E0%A6%AE%20%E0%A6%A4%E0%A7%81%E0%A6%B2%E0%A6%A4%E0%A7%81%E0%A6%B2%E0%A7%87%20%E0%A6%B8%E0%A6%95%E0%A6%BE%E0%A6%B2%20%E0%A6%AC%E0%A6%BF%E0%A6%95%E0%A7%87%E0%A6%B2%E0%A7%87%E0%A6%B0%20%E0%A6%A8%E0%A6%BE%E0%A6%B8%E0%A7%8D%E0%A6%A4%E0%A6%BE%20%E0%A6%B0%E0%A7%87%E0%A6%B8%E0%A6%BF%E0%A6%AA%E0%A6%BF

bengali

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Cambodia/@17.19939,98.7084869,5.49z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x310787bfd4dc3743:0xe4b7bfe089f41253!8m2!3d12.565679!4d104.990963

there’s also muyanmar

wow you can see each city name in their original language..

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Cambodia/@19.6414071,92.9843886,5.48z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x310787bfd4dc3743:0xe4b7bfe089f41253!8m2!3d12.565679!4d104.990963

bengali is langauge of bangladesh.. rumena’s language

https://www.google.com/maps/place/Cambodia/@19.8134627,78.3369303,5.48z/data=!4m5!3m4!1s0x310787bfd4dc3743:0xe4b7bfe089f41253!8m2!3d12.565679!4d104.990963

why indian city names letters look different.. how many languages is there..

maybe.. they’re just old.. and the country borders changed and city names stayed the same

I also.. like.. could just make a confetionery sugar glaze

groat pancakes

mushrooms in cream. my mother was doing that always in autumn

wow the cookies that I also know

some weird recipes.. and.. some more cookie recipes.. something with berries.. I actually have a lot of some.. cherries I think.. in the freezer.. I have a lot of cherries in the freezer.. I think they’re cherries. I don’t know what to do with them. I could cook them with sugar and add to cake

wow.. there is this.. I think it’s this soup that one girl that I was talking to was talking about.. she told me about this soup and I heard about it for the first time in my life. I think it’s the same soup

more cookies, and there’s just a lot more recipes

something that looks like a protein bar

I’m like.. at 36% right now..

she even has the pumpkin cake.

wow. she has one nice recipe.

potato cakes??

cream cheese donuts

wow. another my mother’s recipe.

potato caserole with cheese

donuts with apples

custard butter cakes..

potato pizza, salad with pasta

the cake with some custard like filling.

I ate it from the bakery

and another good cake that I ate one day

32 gigs used.. and I don’t have a lot of tabs opened..

https://youtu.be/YRt1EI9_it4?t=18

so much like “s.white”

damn.. not enough ram... xD

I’m not using the ssd for paging so it loads really slowly from hard drive.. jesus..

and I get 5 second lags sometime

jesus christ..

it shouldn’t be using so much ram.

I get 5 seconds lag in game.. because hard drive is slow..

need motherboard with more ram slots and more ram..

should I restart browser?? we’ll see how much ram windows is using.. it’s unbelievable

it’s using way too much ram that it should..

and I have no idea why.. and.. the even worse thing.. is that.. it doesn’t keep stuff in the ram.. kinda.. but moves it to hard drive.. it’s only using 50% of ram.. so stupid.. why

“gay clubs” in apex legends. xD

“dig bics only” gay club

“ap3x”

“without goal or direction” - that’s what one girl from philippines said

lol ez snipes.. xD

with longbow lol

lol we won

https://youtu.be/YRt1EI9_it4?t=99

https://youtu.be/YRt1EI9_it4?t=150

it’s like.. lower fps..

https://youtu.be/YRt1EI9_it4?t=158

I found a longbow with sniper scope and stock and magazine on the start.. so I was like.. “if life gives you lemons make lemonade”

I was shooting pretty well in close range.. actually really good tracking the target.. with mouse.. but it was alternator.. and it doesn’t have any recoil.. r-99 has recoil but.. I think I wasn’t doing that bad with r99 too

https://youtu.be/YRt1EI9_it4?t=613

she has good mouse sensitivity

she’s not super bad

https://youtu.be/YRt1EI9_it4?t=915

not bad

I’m also not bad but I wasn’t feeling as good before..

today I’m hit more shots

https://youtu.be/YRt1EI9_it4?t=1044

jesus christ 13 kills. what is she another aceu?

https://www.youtube.com/c/JinNyOfficial/videos

she was walking like she was playing counter strike.. she’s some.. she has some logo and a shirt.. thailand.. oh they have a lot of kids who are.. like.. competitive like.. espots, and.. many different.. like.. cup sports.. like..

some esports.. team or something

“amd ryzen radeon valorant master”

tommyam also plays pubg

“underlords, auto chess, “

she was playing apex legends a year ago. and she plays csgo.. I told you.. her movement was like from cs go..

it’s interesting to see that she’s playing pubg. because it’s.. like.. this game was made in korea so everyone around is playing it and there’s a lot of hype there around this game. everyone is playing it there

I think pubg is interesting

environment.. maybe is.. actually like.. in thailand and korea

it’s like.. a map.. that has a lot of.. water.. islands.. and trees I think I guess seem like they would be.. like the environment would be from there.. there’s a lot of islands.. beaches.. it’s like in malaysia philippines..

so people who made this game were inspired by their environment

lol.. and her videos are getting encoded in vp9.. so she has good quality..

https://youtu.be/yaHEk5FKSNU

even with 700 views..

how does she get vp9..

her quality is really good.. I wonder how she makes her videos..

does she.. download it from twitch?? I wonder

and how does she get vp9.. 700 views is enough?

https://youtu.be/yaHEk5FKSNU?t=298

why people liked auto chess but nobody liked pokemon card battle..

I tried bread diet before.. and it doesn’t work for me.. I think it’s because bread has salt..

so I can eat like.. bread.. like.. once in a while.. but I should eat something else..

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=32

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=228

she has good control of aim

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=491

wingman longbow

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=639

wingman used to be good honestly actually before..

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=744

they have a lot of competitions in malaysia and.. in all the countries that are there.. like.. a lot of esports competitions.. and other ones.

they have a lot of esports competitions in these countries

I found longbow with a lot of attachments on start.. so I third partied easily one squad

I guess that’s a sniper meta now..

jesus christ what a stupid dumbass lands on top of 3 teams

fucking plats 4

fuck.. the sound didn’t record. because it stops recording when audio cable gets disconnected and reconnected..

yes. I duo. this is what I wanna play

fuck you

fucking retards goes dies and pings non stop for helping him when I get 2nd squad on me..

there was already.. 4 squads there.. xD

retards xD what the fuck

there were so many squads there.. but I killed one dude with mozambique.. but.. he didn’t have shield..

and my aim is better today I guess

oh shit.. so many squads again

my wingman aim was good..

I had a headshot. my wingman aim is not bad

what the fuck. my team is always trash. they wanna go solo and die first.. jesus..

nice.. that was gold player

ok.. I need to eat something more. something sweet

last game. it’s pointless

I’m getting third partied 100% of the time

I fell.. lol..

bangladesh is quite far from jordan but they look similar

jesus.. bloodhund is the weirdest shit ever. skins are also really fucked up

third party.. lol top 2

ok we had some points. we killed some noobs

I think I still need to increase mouse sensitivity.. I mean. for close distance.. it’s not even fast enough.. for long distance.. it’s kinda fast..

but I need to play more to get used to it. first games I don’t get used to it as much

damn I can’t hit as well without the good wingman sight.. I’m not as good with default

ok I’m playing solo this time.. I need to get 3 kills and top 10 to get 4 points

I need to open window but it’s really cold..

at night

fuck this game I need to eat something sweet

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=13

“pro esports gamer”...

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=44

2600 kills on one legend.

https://youtu.be/6ZxHe132bbo?t=104

I had 2 kills with mozambique

I think it shoots faster than wingman right?

maybe I hate this.. attachemnt..

this default iron sight on wingman is shit

https://youtu.be/vwUyCokyPmw

https://youtu.be/vwUyCokyPmw?t=467

https://youtu.be/vwUyCokyPmw?t=475

https://youtu.be/vwUyCokyPmw?t=482

https://youtu.be/vwUyCokyPmw?t=756

ac build for pa slardar

https://youtu.be/vwUyCokyPmw?t=1056

I also said that I would get satanic before butterfly.. idk why he bought butterfly first.

butterfly is good with illusions though.. attack speed and agility work with illusios.. so maybe he wanted to have more damage to kill supports fast

https://youtu.be/vwUyCokyPmw?t=1183

вафлора

that was a nice headshot though smoke

with wingman

I didn’t even see him because he disappeared in smoke.. but I knew where to aim and I knew that it may be a headshot. because I was aiming high.. and he was moving in one direction so I predicted where he’s gonna be and I knew that if he’s not starting to change strafing direction then I can hit him for a headshot

and he kept strafing so he got hit

https://youtu.be/TTM_KLPYPn8

https://youtu.be/TTM_KLPYPn8?t=14

of course he misses 10 shots in a row but when I decide to close distance on him he hits me 3 times in a row..

https://youtu.be/TTM_KLPYPn8?t=170

kinda seemed slow.. this sensitivity

https://youtu.be/TTM_KLPYPn8?t=124

I cannot see shit because of this “muzzle flash”

I wasn’t playing bad. because today I was feeling better

but I don’t know what to do about third parties.. every time I get 3rd and “4th party.”.

damn the hip firing is so weird in this game.. the muzzle flash covers all the screen and the gun..

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