#bad bitch cara

[belieberinthesecret]

"Tu no me conoces, tu sabes de mi, lo que yo quiero que sepas"

[nutelloona]

my friend got back together with his shitty ass boyfriend and I'm trying so, SO hard to be chill about it but this pissed me off so much I almost blocked him seriously

why would you come to me for advice, keep me talking for 3 hours about how fucking stupid it is to get back together with someone so goddamn self-centred, egotistical, manipulative, reckless and UGLY that was making your life a living hell for the last ENTIRE YEAR just to go ahead and date him again anyway

at this point fuck you and your trash of a man, if wanna act stupid don't come to me to complain about him ever again, I'm gonna kick you in the balls and block you everywhere, don't fucking try me

[megalony]

You Need To Choose

This is an Evan Buckley imagine, requested by anon. I love writing tropes like this so thank you for sending it in and I hope you will all like it. Feedback always makes my day.

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Buck Masterlist

Summary: Evan saves a woman who then becomes very attached to him. While he is at work, she visits his home and takes his pregnant wife hostage.

Enjoy.

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Oh God, why was she back again?

Her smile did something to unnerve Evan, although he wasn't altogether sure why. It was the way she looked at him, like there was some kind of aura around him that nobody else had. It unsettled him, it made him panicked and uneasy and unsure about how to act or what to do.

Evan could feel his hands suddenly start to drag up and down his thighs in an anxious habit that reminded him of (Y/n). He didn't realise how many of her anxious traits he had too until he noticed the way (Y/n) would fidget or cling to him when she was nervous or ready to go home if they were out somewhere.

"Hi Buck,"

He fought hard to smile and try to be polite. It wouldn't be kind if he stared at her blankly or let his unease become visible.

"Hi… are you okay? Can I help you with something?"

Evan tucked his hands into his pockets as he stood in front of her but kept a safe distance of three feet between them.

This marked the third time Cara had come by the station and the second time, Evan had been lucky enough to be out on a call. She was only stopping by to talk to him, she didn't want to see any of the team. She asked for him the first time she popped round and she came to say thank you.

It had been very sweet, not many people willingly came by the station to thank any of the team when they helped people out of bad situations. They said thank you on the scene but never followed up and it was nice for Evan to see Cara was doing well. He often wondered about the people they saved, if they were okay, if they were happy or struggling. If they remembered the people who came to help them.

The second time, Evan had been uneasy when Chimney told him Cara came by again but left when she was told Evan was out.

Now she was back again, and Evan couldn't see why. She had thanked him the first time and he told her it was his job, he didn't do this for praise although it was lovely of her to stop and say thank you.

She had been trapped in a crumbling building when the team turned up at the scene and Cara had been seconds away from crashing through a window and falling to her death when Eddie and Evan got there. Evan went down on a rope and managed to grab her before she fell. He could see how it would shake her up and make her grateful, but he couldn't see why she would come back again and again to thank him when she didn't have to.

"I'm a lot better now, thank you. I thought I'd stop by and give you these."

Evan had been preoccupied wondering why she was here and missed the tuppaware box she had in her hands. When he leaned forward, he realised she had made some sort of cake.

The team got a lot of food, mainly chocolates or baked goods to say thank you and that was usually around Christmas or Easter.

Evan wasn't used to getting gifts from the people they saved, a polite thank you and a hug was always more than enough for him. He got enough gifts from the team and his family on special occasions. The last gift he got was (Y/n)'s gift on his birthday telling him he was going to be a dad. That had given him a whole new high he never felt before.

"Thank you," He tried his best to smile and took the box when she suddenly thrust it into his hands. "You didn't have to do that."

"It's the least I could do for my hero."

He could feel his smile fading away when she reached up and wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him into a hug.

He usually gave small hugs on the scene after saving someone, not weeks later when they came by to say thank you. He wasn't sure what to do. It wouldn't do him good to stand like an uncomfortable statue but he also didn't want to hug her as if they were good friends or give her the wrong impression. Evan was big on hugs and physical contact but only with close friends and family.

He was always messing about with Bobby and Eddie but they were more like family. Evan didn't do so well with strangers.

"Okay… take care." His smile was definitely more forced this time and looked more like a grimace when Cara finally let him go when she seemed to realise he wasn't hugging her back.

It wouldn't be professional to hug her back. He hadn't done anything to warrant a hug, he saved her almost three weeks ago and she said thank you on the scene. She wasn't a friend, she wasn't family or someone Evan knew well enough to have physical contact with. And he was married. He didn't want nor need to be hugging her.

As soon as she left the station, Evan turned around and let his shoulders deflate. He sighed and gritted his teeth as he looked over towards Hen who was checking the inventory in the ambulance.

"What'd you get?"

"Cake, I think." He hoped.

"Taking it home for (Y/n)?" She poked her tongue out between her teeth and grinned widely but the grin started to slip when Evan shook his head and frowned like she'd just insulted him. "You get given cake- something your extremely pregnant wife loves, and you're not taking it home for her?"

"Not when I don't know who's made it." Evan brought the tuppaware box up to his eyes and squinted through the plastic. "I don't know what's in it, I'm not risking giving that to (Y/n). Do you want it?"

He could see the wheels turning in Hen's mind and she hummed, pursing her lips as she suddenly agreed with him.

It was a lovely gesture, but Evan didn't know Cara. He didn't know if she would lace the cake like one woman had done with the brownies she sent in. Evan didn't know if she would drug the cake or add some strange ingredient. It was too risky to take home to (Y/n) when Evan got a bad vibe from Cara as it was. He wasn't giving her food baked by a stranger.

(Y/n) was nine months pregnant, Evan wouldn't risk giving her something that might make her sick. He'd rather play it safe and buy her cake on the way home from shift.

"Erm, maybe not."

Evan nodded her way before he walked towards the stairs and on his way past, he tossed the box in the bin. It was a kind gesture, but he wasn't eating it and Bobby had rules. No food or drink to be accepted from strangers. It didn't matter how kind they were or what lovely intentions they had, no one should accept food. Only close friends and family could bake goods and bring them into the station.

And something told Evan not to try that cake.

***

"What are you doing?"

A gasp burned past (Y/n)'s lips and her left hand clutched the curtain rail while she flapped her right hand out. She grabbed Evan's shoulder to steady herself when she suddenly felt his hands tightly digging into her hips and his chest press up against her hips and bum.

"Evan don't do that!" She bashed her hand against his chest before she moved back to clutching his shoulder when she wobbled.

Her lips pressed into a thin line and she scowled down at her husband while he pressed his chin against her hip and stared up at her with that stern expression that made her weak at the knees. She slowly let go of the curtain rail and shuffled around on the stool until she was fully facing Evan.

Her hands held his shoulders as she hunched over in a silent plea for him to help her down.

"The curtain came down again, I was putting it back up." She mumbled when Evan locked his arms in place and kept her stood high up above him. She watched him tilt his head forward and press his lips against her bump while his hands curved round from her hips to hold the back of her waist.

He let her lean her weight down onto him and slowly eased her down until she was safely back on her feet. (Y/n)'s hands stayed on Evan's shoulders and she tilte dher head back to look up at him.

"And you thought giving me a heart attack was worth it?" His eyes darted between (Y/n) and the curtain until she leaned forward and buried her face in his chest.

He peered into the nursery and saw her standing on a stool, leaning heavily on the window. And from his angle, it looked like she was unsteady and about to fall. Evan didn't need that kind of panic when he was already on edge as it was. He had one more week of work and (Y/n) was bang on nine months now. Her due date was next week and Evan was panicking that she was going to go into labour while he was at work.

He didn't need to walk round the house and see her daring to stand on a stool like that and risk a fall.

"I've done it now, I was fine until you scared me."

"Well next time just tell me rather than risking a fall." Evan was taller, he could reach the curtain rail without straining or going on his tiptoes. (Y/n) didn't have to do it by herself when she could just tell him and he would sort it.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders and she tilted her head back so her chin was tucked into the middle of his chest. The way she batted her lashes at him made Evan's chest tighten and she knew she had won him over when his stern look faded into a soft smile.

"How do you feel today?" He let his hand slide down to cradle her stomach and his head tilted to the side. They both knew what he was actually asking.

(Y/n) looked down and let her fingers glide down Evan's arm until she cupped his wrist.

"Just kicking, they're not coming today. You can relax, baby Buckley is staying put for today." Her thumb smoothed across the back of Evan's hand which she moved to the lower right side of her stomach so he could feel a small kick.

She wasn't feeling any strange movements or feeling the baby turning round yet. No more lower back pain than usual and no dull aches or cramps anywhere that would imply labour. They still had a few more days or even a week left. Evan could go to work calm, knowing he wasn't going to miss anything today.

"Good. You're not allowed to go into labour without me."

"I know, but I'm not holding out much longer. The baby might not be ready, but I am."

"Just three more shifts, baby girl. Wait three more shifts, for me, please?" Evan lifted his hand to cup her chin and tilted her head back while he smoothed his thumb across her lower lip that he pinched to watch her take a sharp breath.

He knew (Y/n) was getting restless. He hadn't known her take so many baths as she had in the last three months, but it was where she felt most comfortable and where the baby seemed to settle and sleep. (Y/n) was tired. She thought she would of had the baby by now, she thought she wouldn't make it to her due date. But the baby seemed very comfy and cosy and (Y/n) was getting fed up of waiting.

Evan, on the other hand, was somehow containing his excitement. He had agreed with Bobby to work right up until (Y/n)'s due date because it gave him an extra two weeks off after the baby was born. Rather than taking time off in the lead up to the birth. He would rather work until (Y/n) had the baby and then he could have a few straight weeks off to be home and help her with the baby.

He had barely taken any annual leave this year so he had a lot stored up that he could take when the baby was born in case (Y/n) or the baby were ill or needed him. Or in case he had a hard time going back to work, he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to settle back at work and leave his family at home.

"Sweet-talker," (Y/n) muttered quietly before she pushed up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

He enticed a gasp from her lips when he sank his teeth into her bottom lip so he could swipe his tongue past her lips. (Y/n) could feel his hand tightening in the back of her shirt and he tugged her closer until she was tightly meshed against his front.

"You'll be late."

"Hm," He grinned and panted against her lips as his nose brushed against hers until she shook her head when it started to tickle. "You call me if you need me, even if you just feel sick. I've always got my phone on me now and if you can't get hold of me, call Bobby."

"I promise." Her lips attached to the side of his neck and she curled her arms around his shoulders to pull him down to her. Her face buried into his shoulder and she could feel his chest vibrating with a chuckle.

(Y/n) seemed to be promising Evan every shift that she would call him if she needed anything. She never did. Maddie was always popping round to check in and make sure she was alright when she knew Evan was at work and so far (Y/n) had been fine. But she knew Evan had cleared it with Bobby for (Y/n) to be able to get hold of him because if she needed him, he had to be able to answer.

Her hands trailed to his shoulders and she leaned back when Evan bent forward and pressed his lips against her stomach. His hand slipped beneath her shirt to dance across her skin because he knew it made her shimmy and squirm.

"Be good. Don't make an appearance until daddy comes home."

When Evan felt a kick near his lips, he grinned. (Y/n) tangled her fingers through his curls and steadily stroked them towards the back of his head while she rolled her eyes.

"They're definitely going to be a daddy's child."

***

"Hello?" (Y/n) tightened her hand around the door handle and tried to form a calm smile when she opened the door.

She wasn't expecting visitors today, she wasn't even sure that Maddie would stop by today or if she was at work. (Y/n) had been expecting to spend another calm day at home and tuck herself up in bed until Evan came home later on tonight.

(Y/n) didn't recognise the woman on the other side of the door. She had shoulder-length gritty blonde hair that was slightly damp from the hot weather and it made her hair curl and crimp at the ends. She had one hand curled around her bag on her shoulder and the other was planted firmly on her hip.

Whoever she was, she didn't seem happy to see (Y/n) opening the door. Had she gotten the wrong address? Was she looking for a friend or family?

"Who are you?" Her demanding question took (Y/n) by surprise and the smile faded from her lips as she clung a bit tighter to the door. It should be (Y/n) saying that, not whoever this woman was.

"I-"

"Where's Buck, is he home?"

The way she leaned to try and peer around (Y/n) into the house made a shiver crawl down (Y/n)'s spine.

So whoever she was, she clearly had the right address. She was looking for Evan. (Y/n) dared not think why this woman was looking for him, she seemed rather put-out at seeing (Y/n) instead. And the way she was tapping her foot against the doorstep made (Y/n) uneasy, it was like (Y/n) was wasting her time.

"He's at work right now… can I help you? I'm his wife." It seemed to be the wrong thing to say.

(Y/n) rolled her lips together and braced her left hand out on the wall when the woman in front of her took a stumbling step backwards. It was as if (Y/n) had gone and slapped her.

Who was she? How did she know Evan but not know that he was married? He wore a silver band on his ring finger for God's sake, that was a big giveaway. His lockscreen was a picture of them when they were on holiday and his home screen was a more daring picture of (Y/n) that not many people saw or noticed.

Evan didn't hide the fact that he was married, he told just about anyone and he had been high as a kite these last few months at the notion of being a father. His friends were mainly the people he worked with and the few friends he knew from college. All of whom (Y/n) had met and gone out with on quite a few occasions.

Their circle of friends was close-knit, small and secure. And this woman was not a part of that circle.

"His- no, he's not married." Cara's hand tightened on her hip and she tried to smirk, but the look faded again when (Y/n) simply frowned.

"Excuse me?"

(Y/n) could feel her annoyance beginning to build up like a fire ebbing away at her and growing with each passing second. She was tired, she wanted to go to bed and lie down and dwindle away the hours until Evan came home. The last thing (Y/n) wanted was an argument on her own doorstep because some derranged woman had turned up out of the blue.

"Who are you?"

"I told you, I'm his wife. He isn't here, do you want me to call him?" (Y/n) wasn't playing this silly game. She didn't have to prove that she was married to Evan. It was up to this woman to explain what she wanted Evan for and either call him herself or leave.

(Y/n) leaned her weight on the wall when the baby started to move and press down on her hips.

But when she watched the way the stranger in front of her suddenly stared down at her stomach, (Y/n) felt like wishing the ground to swallow her whole. She could feel the daggers burning into her stomach and the woman's face turned a dark shade of red like the epitome of anger was right here in front of her.

The silence was unbearable, until (Y/n) strained hard to hear what this woman was suddenly muttering under her breath. Then, (Y/n) was suddenly desperate for the silence to come back.

"Pregnant? You're having his kid? You can't be. You can't be."

It was like those were the only words this woman could comprehend and it made (Y/n) shiver.

Was this the lady who kept turning up at the station? Evan mentioned a woman kept stopping by even after she thanked him and the team for saving her. (Y/n) didn't think anything of it because Evan didn't seem to elaborate or make much of a fuss.

"I think you need to leave now."

"I'm not going anywhere!"

(Y/n) shuddered and quickly backed up when the woman smashed her hand out into the door and slammed it so violently it hit the wall and rebounded into (Y/n)'s arm. She felt a bolt of electricity shooting down her elbow towards her hand that spasmed in pain but she swallowed down a cry.

There was no time for (Y/n) to try and slam the door shut, let alone think about locking the door to keep herself and her baby safe.

Before she could move, the woman was over the threshold and pushing her way into the house.

(Y/n) tried to bash her hands out but she recoiled her hands to her chest with a gasp when something sharp caught the side of her wrist and burned down her arm.

She had a knife. A swiss army knife, to be exact.

It was a red rectangular plastic with a lot of various sized blades tucked away and even a thin set of scissors attached. (Y/n) didn't see her take that out of her bag, she moved far too quickly and it was very unsettling to know this woman carried one around with her in her bag.

"Where is he?!"

"I- I told you, he's at work- please stop. Why do you want to see him?" (Y/n) tried to swipe away the small trickle of blood from her wrist but she lashed her left hand out again when the woman moved the knife near her stomach. She wasn't going to harm the baby. (Y/n) wouldn't let her.

"I want him! He's mine- he saved me. We've been out on dates, bet you didn't know that."

It took all (Y/n) had not to roll her eyes or make a sarcastic sound. As if she would truly believe Evan could be the way he was around her and then go behind her back with someone else. He wouldn't be this clingy and attached to (Y/n) if he really was going out with someone else and he wouldn't be so excited about having their baby if he wanted to leave (Y/n).

She knew her husband and she knew he was as devoted to her as she was to him. Everyone at the station was always telling her that. Clearly this woman had either been reading the signals wrong, or she had been living in a fantasy that had just broken.

"He isn't here-"

"So call him and get him here!"

When the knife moved closer to her stomach, (Y/n) backed up into the lounge and nodded. Her hands started to tremble as she turned and looked around for her phone. This woman had to be derranged. She clearly didn't have Evan's number or she would have called him herself and unless Evan had a secret phone he wasn't telling (Y/n) about, he couldn't be having an affair.

No one nowadays had affairs where they only talked in person or through the post. This woman didn't have Evan's number, she had no way of contacting him and it was clear she had never been to the house before. Her fantasy was unravelling because she was realising Evan had a life and a family that she wasn't part of.

(Y/n) slowly pointed to her phone and picked it up just as she felt the knife press against the side of her abdomen. She couldn't make any sudden movements unless she wanted to risk harming the baby.

"H-he might not be able to answer, if he's out on a call��" (Y/n)'s fingers trembled as she unlocked her phone.

Her lips pressed together in a thin line when she looked at her home screen. Evan, lying in bed with one hand tangled in his hair and a cheesy grin on his face as he squinted up at the camera.

Her thumb hovered over Evan's icon at the bottom of her phone where two hearts surrounded 'hubby'.

"Either he answers, or he truly doesn't love you. He wouldn't leave you alone ready to pop without a way for you to contact him, would he?"

It didn't feel safe to tell this woman that they had protocols and plans in place for that kind of event. If Evan couldn't answer the phone, (Y/n) was supposed to ring Bobby. If he didn't answer, she had the fire station emergency line where someone at the station would answer and they could radio through to Evan. He would get (Y/n)'s message either way, but right now, she needed her husband to answer the phone.

God knows what this woman would do if he didn't pick up.

"What do I tell him?" She couldn't risk getting a knife to the stomach if she said the wrong thing or said something this lady didn't want her to say. (Y/n) needed to know what to do.

"Tell him to come home. Tell him Cara's here and she needs to see him, if he doesn't… I think you know what will happen."

(Y/n) let herself slump down on the sofa as she clicked Evan's icon and pressed the phone against her ear. Her free hand tangled in her hair before she moved to press the back of her hand against her mouth to stop herself from crying. But she couldn't fight off the few tears that silently slipped down the bridge of her nose.

The baby was twisting. Her stomach was flooding with adrenaline. Her body was shaking from the panic. She felt like she was going to be sick. (Y/n) wanted her husband more than ever.

"Sweetheart, everything okay? Is it time, is the baby coming?" Words rambled past Evan's lips and he couldn't see the relief on (Y/n)'s face when he started to speak. He knew she wouldn't ring him unless it was urgent or an emergency.

"Evan, can you come home please?"

"Baby are you okay?" He could hear the wobble in her voice and it made his heart clench. He would come home, she knew he would, but Evan had to know what the situation was and why he was coming home. He had to know if (Y/n) was in labour or if she had fallen or was feeling sick or felt like something was wrong. He needed the specifics.

"Cara's here, a-and she wants to talk to you… it's important, please come home."

"Cara? What's she doing at the house- how does she know where we live?" Evan tangled his fingers in the short curls at the back of his head as he spun round in a circle.

How did she know where he lived? Why had she turned up at his house and not the station?

Oh God, had she been following him to know where he lived?

"Baby are you hurt, please tell me she hasn't hurt you?"

(Y/n) darted her eyes to the left and glanced over at Cara to see if she could hear Evan through the phone or not. She looked a little calmer now but the fire was still burning in her eyes. She was sat on the arm of the sofa next to (Y/n), the army knife still dangerously close to (Y/n)'s stomach just to show her she still meant business.

When she looked up, she noticed Cara had seen her eyes darting down to the knife and something sinister flickered across her face.

"You can tell him I have a knife with me. And I will use it if he doesn't take us seriously."

"Did- she's got a fucking knife?!" Evan's feet moved before he could comprehend what he was doing or where he was going. He needed help. He needed someone to come down to his house with him. He was sure he heard Cara say she would use her knife. He couldn't have her threatening or hurting (Y/n). Especially not when she was so close to giving birth.

"Evan-" (Y/n) shuddered and took a sharp breath when the phone was suddenly snatched from her hand.

"Buck, it's me. Are you on your way?"

"What are you doing at my house? Don't you dare hurt my wife! I swear to God I'll-"

"Enough talk. You need to come home now, so you can choose who you really want to be with. You need to choose the right woman for you."

(Y/n) flinched when she heard Evan begin to yell before the call ended and Cara tossed the phone on the floor. At least Evan would be coming home soon. (Y/n) wouldn't have to be on her own with this unhinged woman for much longer.

For a little while, (Y/n) began rubbing her hands up and down her thighs and across her knees as something to distract herself. She was desperate to run her hands over her stomach and try to settle the baby but she didn't dare draw attention to her stomach. Not when the knife was still held so close to her that she could almost feel it.

Part of her prayed that Evan would bring someone from the station with him, maybe Bobby or perhaps he could get hold of Athena. But she wasn't sure what Cara would do if he turned up with anyone else and if he called the police, everything would get worse.

Both women turned to look at each other when they heard the screeching of tyres in the drive.

It had to be Evan.

"Up. Now."

A shiver rocketed through (Y/n) but she did as requested, she didn't exactly have a choice.

Her lips pressed into a thin line and her hands coiled around her chest when the knife jabbed into the left side of her waist. She could feel the jagged edge beginning to pull the threads on her shirt and if Cara pushed just a little, she would pierce through into (Y/n)'s skin.

Cara's other hand moved to grip the back of (Y/n)'s right arm and she pushed her to stand near the window just as Evan banged his knuckles on the door.

"Baby it's me." The door was open but Evan felt apprehensive about going inside. He didn't know what he was going to be walking into, he had no idea if (Y/n) was okay, if she was going to be in shock or crying or hurt or oddly calm. He didn't know what state Cara would be in either.

"You'd better be alone. No one else comes in or I'll hurt her." Cara tightened her hand on (Y/n)'s arm and kept the knife in place to stop (Y/n) from moving when they both watched Evan walk through the hall.

He had his hands out in front of him to show he wasn't about to do anything. He had Bobby waiting outside in the car, but Evan wasn't stupid enough to tell Cara that. And Bobby was on the phone to Athena who was going to send a squad car down here without lights or sirens so Cara didn't get disgruntled.

"It's just me." Evan walked around the corner and paused near the sofa.

(Y/n) saw the way his eyes darkened and his broad shoulders tensed and lifted up when he looked at them. He lowered his hands down to his sides and clenched his hands into fists while his biceps started to push against his cuffed sleeves.

A quiet 'good' murmured past Cara's lips and she smiled triumphantly while her eyes focused on Evan. He stood behind the sofa and leaned his hands down on the back of the sofa. It showed how tense his arms were and they both heard his neck crack when he twisted his head from side to side.

"Are you okay?" Evan focused his eyes on his wife. She had a cut on her right wrist but it didn't look too extensive. He could see her trembling and tears were traced down her features, but she didn't look too shook up which is all he could ask for right now.

"She's fine."

(Y/n) bit her lip but she nodded, she didn't want Evan to worry, she was as fine as she could be in this situation.

"I'd feel a lot better if you weren't holding a knife to her stomach. Can you put it down, please?" It felt horrid to try and be reasonable and bargain with Cara but Evan needed her to stop holding (Y/n) like that. She was going to hurt her or send her into shock and Evan didn't want either of those things happening.

"No. Sit down, we need to talk."

Evan locked his jaw when Cara gave (Y/n) a sudden push towards the armchair beneath the window. He watched with narrowed eyes as (Y/n) slumped down into the chair and dug her nails into the arm rest while her other hand moved to press against her stomach.

When Cara perched down on the arm rest and kept the knife against (Y/n)'s stomach, Evan moved round and sat on the very edge of the sofa. His knees spread out to the sides and his hands clasped together and hung between his knees.

"You didn't tell me about her." The way Cara inclined her head towards (Y/n) and her upper lip curled in distaste made Evan take a deep breath. "You led me on. I've been to visit you at work, I've been out with you, and no mention of her."

For a second, Evan frowned and looked up at Cara like she had grown a second head.

But then it dawned on him. He'd seen her when he was out at the shop last week. He'd seen her again when he went for a drink with Chimney and Eddie after shift. He even saw her at the gas station walking past while he was filling the jeep. Nothing about those instances had seemed strange because Cara barely spoke to him on each occasion.

Had she thought seeing him out in public meant they were going out together? Did she somehow concoct a whole story with Evan without him realising? Had she been following him instead of simply bumping into him in the street?

"I'm sorry, but you can see why I didn't tell you… I was married before I met you." Evan didn't exactly know what to say, but he knew he had to try and go along with this for a little while. He had to calm Cara down enough to get (Y/n) out the house, then he could sort out this mess. He just needed his family out the way and safe.

"Well now you have a problem. You can't have both of us, so you have to choose."

The knife pressed closer into (Y/n)'s stomach and she flinched. She shuffled as close to the right as she could until she was curled around the arm of the chair with her arms around her chest and her eyes locked on Evan.

"Will you let (Y/n) leave then, so you and me can talk in private?"

He could see she wasn't expecting that response, and Cara didn't know what to do. Evan was trying to get (Y/n) out safely, he wanted her out the house and out of harms way and Cara might be able to see that. But she also couldn't pass up the chance that Evan might just want to pick her and talk this through with her.

"What about the baby? If you leave her, will you leave the baby too?" When Cara jabbed the knife into (Y/n)'s side to prove her point, (Y/n) visibly winced and bit down her cry.

"We can talk about that when (Y/n) leaves us alone," Evan was losing his patience now, he couldn't play pretend for much longer.

Cara seemed to debate it for a few seconds before she nodded but her actions contradicted her gesture when she moved the knife and against (Y/n)'s neck. She seemed to revel in the way (Y/n) whimpered and leaned back and more tears drenched her face.

"Go upstairs. You're not leaving the house to call any of your little friends."

(Y/n) could feel the knife pressing tightly into her neck until it pierced the skin and a small trickle of blood trailed down the side of her neck, but she couldn't move. Her hands stayed locked around the arm of the chair and she closed her eyes for a few seconds. She didn't feel well enough to move. Everything within (Y/n) was telling her to move, to get up and go and keep the baby safe.

She knew Evan could look after himself, he could get the knife off Cara and calm her down until they could get the police here. But she couldn't find the will power to move when her stomach was twisting and she felt sick.

"Sweetheart," Evan chomped down on his tongue when Cara sent him a warning look. "(Y/n), go."

"Are you stupid? Move, he's told you he doesn't want you here anymore."

Tears tumbled down (Y/n)'s face and she stumbled up to her feet when Cara gave her a rough shove between the shoulders and she felt the knife slide down her neck, creating a superficial wound.

(Y/n) could feel her knees quaking but she couldn't stop the small cry from errupting past her lips when she looked down. Both her hands cradled her stomach and she darted her wild, panicked eyes to look over at Evan. She watched the way her husband tensed up and his eyes bulged in their sockets.

Her waters had broken.

"Evan…" She didn't know what she wanted to say or what she wanted her husband to do, but (Y/n) needed Evan to do something.

She cringed and pinned her elbows into her waist when Cara snagged a handful of her hair and pulled her head right back until her neck felt like it had broken.

"You've done this on purpose! This is to make sure he won't leave you- you bitch!"

"Let her go- Cara that's enough!" Evan raised his voice out of instinct and bolted up from the sofa when he saw the knife move near (Y/n)'s stomach. He couldn't let her do anything to his wife. She was frightened and in pain and now she was going to go into labour at the worst possible time. Evan had to keep them both safe and away from Cara.

(Y/n) reached her hands out for Evan when he stumbled towards her. She let out a scream when the knife swiped near her stomach just as she tried to lunge forward and pull out of Cara's tight grip on her hair.

Her hands curled around Evan's arm and she let him yank her forwards until he had her safely behind him. Evan hated the way he felt (Y/n) go down on her knees behind him and he felt her hands scratch down his back and his leg but he couldn't grab her. He had to reach forward for Cara who tried to lunge with a violent scream that almost deafened him.

The knife slashed the inside of Evan's palm but the adrenaline countered out the slight sting he barely felt. He curled his fingers around the blade and pulled until he had hold of the weapon which he launched somewhere behind him. He heard it clatter against the bannister and was satisfied it was far enough away so Cara couldn't reach for it again just as he heard the front door swing open.

"Buck?!"

Evan had never been happier to hear Bobby's voice and the thudding sound of approaching footsteps told him that someone else was in the house too. Someone else was here to help. He latched his fingers around Cara's wrist and pushed until they both stumbled and a scream tore from her lips when they clashed into the armchair.

When hands grabbed his shoulders, Evan let go and allowed whoever it was to reel him backwards until he was towards the sofa.

He realised it was Bobby who had hold of him and Athena was now stood in front of him like a bodyguard, trying to move and calm Cara enough to arrest her.

"Buck, Buck, come on, up." Bobby slipped his hands beneath Evan's arms and pulled until Evan bent his knees and managed to stand up. He could feel Bobby turning him in the right direction and giving him a helpful nudge until he moved towards (Y/n).

She was cowering down on the floor behind the sofa, one hand braced on the arm of the sofa with her other hand cradling her stomach.

Tears flooded down her face and she could barely see when Evan held her chin and tilted her head up so they were level again. His thumb swiped across her lips and (Y/n) could see his eyes raking over her to see what injuries she had. Her wrist was aching but it had already stopped bleeding, it was more of a nuisance than anything. There was a slight pinch in the left side of her stomach and (Y/n) knew Evan could see the small trickle of blood soaking into her shirt.

The knife had given her another superficial cut on the side of her abdomen that was nothing to worry about. But the look in Evan's eyes said it all; he wasn't impressed, not in the least.

(Y/n) curled her hand tightly around Evan's wrist when his hand slid round to cradle the back of her neck. He leaned closer until (Y/n) could bury her face in his neck and his other arm curved around her waist to keep her tucked up against his chest.

"Alright, alright sweetheart I've got you. It's okay." He spoke quietly into the top of her head as he felt her tears soaking into his neck and it made him shiver.

"Are you both alright?" Bobby rested his hand on Evan's shoulder as he crouched down and tried to assess them. He knew Evan's hand was bleeding, he could see the blood pooling between his fingers and trickling steadily down his wrist. But he hadn't been inside when everything turned south, Bobby hadn't seen if they had been hurt before he and Athena barged in.

"Her water broke."

"Right, then we need to take a trip down to the hospital."

(Y/n) tried to keep her face tucked up into Evan's neck but he gently reeled her back so he could look down at her again. She could feel his thumb smoothing up and down the back of her neck beneath her hair and his other hand began rubbing circles into her lower back. The smile o his face was calming, but not as much as the way his blue eyes seemed to swirl like a light was being shone in his aqua blue iris.

"Let's go have a baby."

[kaichdreis]

Saudades! (of all the girls he fumbled)

José was a idiota safado, and he still kinda is. the amount of bad bitches he losted because he was just that much of a cara de pau is impressive (Mona, Glória, Doremi, Lili, and Rosinha (i wish)).

We believe in a redemption arc for him...

I also wanted to say that I'm not going to post as often this month because I'm still studying for my ENEM exam! but I'll try to draw some other stuff to the event!

[lostintransist]

This Bunny Bites | Part 9

Check out part 1 here.

CW: None that I can think of.

Meeting up with Cara always helped you feel your spine decompress. You met her at the first club you took a job at. She had been a dancer already, and you with your mismatched and too-small boobs had been relegated to serving drinks. She had caught you watching the girls several times and even trying the pole before shifts started.

For some reason, Cara had decided to take you under her wing. She set you up with a friend of hers who taught pole classes. The number of times you walked home with a bow-legged gait was unreal. Soon enough the inner skin on your thighs didn’t scream any time it touched the pole. Once you had enough skill you were approved to run small sets between the regular dancers. Though you were under no circumstance allowed to remove your bra. Your right side sat vastly smaller than your left. Custom bras were the only way to deal with the discrepancy. The money you earned from the between-set dances and the lap dances paid for your implants.

Cara, again being a saint, became more than a mentor. She became your best friend. If you think too hard or too long about where you would be without her the tears start to flow. If soul mates existed yours lived in a body named Cara.

Chin resting in your hand you stare at her across the table. Her dark eyes and perfectly done-up hair accentuate how beautiful she is.

The snapping of fingers in front of your nose brings you back to the present.

“Did they put straight gasoline in that mimosa? You were staring,” Cara eyes you.

“No,” sitting back in your chair you adjust your legs and cross your arms. “I was thinking about how if soul mates exist you have to be mine.”

Watery shock fills Cara’s eyes.

“You can’t do that to me. People already don’t believe me when I tell them you aren’t my girlfriend.” Cara flapped a hand at her eyes, blinking and staring at the ceiling to fight off tears. “But thank you. I think you would be my soul mate as well.”

Plucking your previously mentioned mimosa from the table you smile into it as you take a sip. The mimosas at this cute little cafe, several small tables filled the space. Fresh flowers on every table and the soft, bright colors on the walls were only some of the reasons this was your favorite morning spot.

With a slight shake of her head and a light dab at her eyes, Cara focused back on you. Her shrewd eyes came out.

“Alright, spill. You said something bad had happened but it needed to be discussed in person,” Cara threaded her fingers together leaning on her elbows on the table.

You can’t stop the worried expression that passes over your face as you take another sip of the drink in your hand.

“So uh,” you set it down, ruffling your hair with your hand.

“Oh fuck, you’re touching your hair something bad bad happened.”

If you could stab her with your eyes you wouldn’t hesitate.

“Bitch you are not supposed to use your powers for evil! Let me tell you what happened before you jump to conclusions!” You huff out a breath, conscious now of the desire to touch your hair. “But yes, fine a few things have happened but you are not allowed to ask any questions until I am done.”

Pointing to her for good measure you waited until she rolled her eyes and put her hands up in defeat.

“Caroline canned me for the incident I told you about where Todd let a fight start and escalate until I had to get involved.”

Cara cut in, “The one where you nearly got clocked in the nose right?”

“You couldn’t escape a paper bag with the way you listen, now hush and let me finish.” You glared until she apologized and pulled her purse to the table.

As Cara dug out her compact or lip gloss you continued.

“So I am out a job when I am so fucking close to making it out,” you clock the nasty look an old woman of god sends you but ignore it. “But wouldn’t you know it one of the guys that came in with my brother came in that same night to offer me a job. So,” you rush to keep talking before she can open her mouth as you can clearly see she wants to, “I had dinner with them, accepted the job, and ended up telling Johnny the reason I dance is dear old dad putting me on the internet. I managed to do it without yelling even.”

Looking fit to burst your best friend is chomping at the bit to say her piece.

“Hold that thought, our food is coming.” Looking up with a smile to the young man delivering your food, “Thank you so much for your help, Wyatt.”

He nods and sets both plates down on the table, taking a step back.

“Is there anything else I can get you?” He glances from you to Cara.

“Can I get some salsa please?” You ask with a warm smile.

“Of course, that should be just a minute,” Wyatt nods and walks away.

“Bitch what the fuck is your life! First off, not yelling at your brother? He deserved it. Second how much are you getting for the job?”

Bless her for not asking what the job is, the NDA you signed would have you hanging by your ankles if you broke it.

“No, I didn’t yell at him. It was in front of all of his teammates. Johnny works as special forces of all things.” You keep talking even as you queue up your first bite of omelet. “I delivered the news like a calm badass and left the house they are renting. Did I cry the entire walk to my car? Yes, but that is not the point. Job is paying 30K.”

Cara lifted both brows at her food.

“Damn, that’s double what you needed to get out right?”

Humming confirmation around the food in your mouth you nodded.

Swallowing, you hold a finger to your lips.

“Yeah, I won’t even have to quit since Caroline let me go.”

“What a bitch,” Cara shook her head. “I can’t believe she let you go over an air horn. An air horn that saved her property damage and saved the girls from getting hurt I might point out!” She pointed her fork at you aggressively.

‘Willing to go to bat’ was something you wanted to put on a T-shirt for Cara.

“I did do that, but she wasn’t pleased I hid them in the ceiling and I bet Todd has been gunning for my head for a long time. He didn’t like that I never kowtowed to his demands.”

“Well, you have a hard time listening to authority,” Cara acknowledged offhandedly.

“If I wanted a mental evaluation I would schedule an appointment with my therapist,” you gape at her. Bitch knew you better than anyone and weaponized it.

Cara, the bitch, laughs at your outrage.

The obnoxious sound of your phone going off cuts off your well-timed and deserved middle-finger salute. Pulling it out the caller ID noted three money bags.

“Ah, the new boss. One second.”

Swiping to accept the call you lifted the phone to your ear.

“What’s up?”

“Free today?”

“Depends on the reason,” you counter.

“Have an opening at a fancy dress shop at 2 PM today if you can make it. You’re going to need the right kind of clothes to fit in,” Price offers by way of explanation.

“Send lover boy with a card and car, he can pick us up at my place.” You catch Cara’s eye and point to the uneaten food.

She waves a hand, no she doesn’t want to take it. You nod in acknowledgment, waving for Wyatt who had stepped around a corner. Cara will handle getting the bill.

“Us?” Comes his careful question.

“My bestie will be coming, you think I am going to trust lover boy’s opinion on such an important matter as this?”

“You signed an NDA.”

Cutting him off you say your piece.

“I can shop with my best friend without breaking an NDA. This isn’t my first rodeo with them. Now what time should we be ready for pick up?”

Cara called you steamroller for a reason. You dig out your card from your wallet, it is your turn to buy. Passing it over you focus back on your call.

“He will be there at 1300.”

“Ooo big number, translate it for me.”

The confused look from Cara meant she caught your tone switch to demanding but sweet.

“Gaz will be at your home at 1 PM.”

“Thanks, Captain,” you sprinkle in a touch of sweetness to your tone.

He grunts and hangs up.

“That sounds interesting,” Cara eyes you, mischief in her gaze.

“Not nearly as interesting as it’s about to be. Come on, we are heading to my house. I am curious to see your take on our driver.” Grabbing your purse you hauled it up to your shoulder.

Wyatt returned rather quickly with your card, after signing the receipt you lead the way to the parking lot with Cara in tow.

“You’ve piqued my interest, anything I should know going in?” Cara watches you as she asks.

“Nope, I want your cold read on him.”

“Can do. I will see you at your house then.”

Waving to your best friend you climb in your car and head home to get ready for an interesting afternoon.

@leahnicole1219

Bunny Masterlist | Masterlist

[jennaortegasshoes]

STARGIRL

warning: fem!r, dom!r, sub!j, G!P jenna, pervy jenna, masturbation(j), unprotected sex, p in v, riding, blowjob, straight into it.

DNI IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. I am not in charge of what you read. read at your own risk.

Thank you so much to @lalalalalal011010! for requesting this one shot, it was so much fun to write and i hope you enjoy!

she feels herself on the edge of orgasm "mhm baby-girl, keep fucking my cock like that" jenna moaned to herself, enjoying the pleasure from her own hand. The knot in her stomach beginning to tighten, ready to pop at any second.

she continued to fuck her cock into her own palm, muffled moans and repeated screams of her girlfriends name spilling out. unaware that she could be home any second to catch her in the act.

and with that you arrived home, kicking your shoes off and hanging your coat up on the rack, you dont take long to bring yourself to the bottom step of the stairs and speeding up them like you have somewhere to be. "jenna baby?" you call out unaware of your girlfriends dirty doings on your bed.

inching closer to your shared room, you heard your girlfriends muffled moans from the bedroom, changing your mood from excited to concerned. Pushing the door open, you stand there, staring at the sight of your girlfriend, sweat dripping of her forehead, and the beautiful sight of her pleasuring herself.

"oh- fuck y/n right there" The knot in her stomach finally snaps, a chain of pornographic moans escaping her mouth, her load spilling out onto her stomach. Unaware of her girlfriend standing in the doorway watching her.

you tiptoe into the room, placing yourself above your girlfriend. Dipping your head down and taking the tip of her cock into your mouth. She gasps opening her eyes to look down at the sight of you taking her cock "y-y/n!!". "Shhh- im going to take care of you okay stargirl, i got you"

you push yourself down onto her cock, pressing your palms into her abdomen, a quiet gag coming from your throat.

jenna swears she could cum just from watching you take her cock, the vibrations from your gag sending unimaginable pleasure to her cock.

you pull your lips off her cock with a 'pop'. Swirling your tongue around her tip, before pulling off her to remove your clothing.

One by one you remove each item of clothing, taking as much time as possible just so you can edge her to make sure she has the best time with you.

once your finished, you crawl back over to her, placing sweet kisses on her neck, then to her chest you take one of her nipples into your mouth, sucking,biting,and nibbling.

she runs her hands down your waist to your thighs, feeling every curve of your body under her touch.

you pull off her nipple to attack the other giving it the same treatment, sucking,biting and nibbling. "fuck, y/n, i need you so bad, need your pussy so bad" she looks up at you her big brown eyes burning into the side of your cheek

you pull away to meet her eyes, seeing the needy look in them. You know what she needs.

"oh my poor cara mia, want me to fuck you sweet girl?" You tilt your head to the side. She follows your gaze with a desperate nod.

"gonna need to hear those words angel" you bite your lip, lifting your entrance above the tip of her cock. "p-please. please y/n, i wanna feel your pussy around my cock. Need it so bad" she whines, and with that you obey, pushing yourself down on her cock, feeling her fill you up perfectly. Like she was made for you.

"you ready stargirl?"

you dont even give her enough time to reply before your lifting yourself back up and slamming yourself back down.

you start to speed up, practically bouncing up and down on her cock. slapping noises is all that can be heard from inside of the bedroom. You moan feeling the tight knot in your stomach starting to form. her cock throbs inside of you. If you weren't to focused on pleasuring your girlfriend you would have noticed.

"hey hey y/n baby its okay, your doing amazing, you feel perfect" she rubs your waist. you feel yourself calm down and start to focus on pleasuring the both of you.

The knot in your stomach snaps, you collapse on-top of your girlfriend, feeling the pure state of euphoria, like your on cloud9. Jennas orgasm follows quickly after, releasing herself into you.

Once you calmed down from your high, you gently remove yourself from your girlfriends cock, you plop yourself down next to her on the bed out of breath. She turns her head to look at you sweat sticking to her forehead "so, how about i run us a shower! and maybe a round two?" she smiles

you chuckle and nod

"you have a deal"

[prazinos]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE US ACADEMIC RIVALS TO LOVERS XAVIER X READER PLEADE IM BEGGING YOU

OKAY BUT LIKE THIS IS MY EXCUSE TO WRITE XAVIER SFW

Disclaimer ~ I do not support Percy Hynes White, this is about the character and not the actor.

WARNINGS ! ~ none just fluff <3

You hated Xavier Thorpe. There was no other way to put it.

In your mind he was arrogant, annoying, and stupidly attractive.

You hadn't always hated him though, your first day at Nevermore he gave you a tour of the school and you were even friends with him. But then over break, he just ignored you. Didn't text you, call you, he ghosted you completely.

Even when you got back to school he ignored you. It was like you were the plague to him.

And then he did start talking to you again. In a way. You became rivals, academic rivals. Always competing over the answer. Honestly your fellow peers and teachers were getting sick of your bickering.

But you couldn't help it, you hated him and you needed to prove that you were better than him.

You got your serial studies exams back today. And you were more than confident that you would get a better score than Xavier.

Looking down at the paper Mr Grimrose had given you, you smiled at the score

100%

You looked over to see Xavier not smiling at his paper and your smile grew.

He glanced over at you and if looks could kill, you would be dead. You pouted at him dragging a finger down your cheek in a mocking way telling him to cry about it.

He rolled his eyes before the bell went off. And he practically stormed out of the room.

'You have got to give it a rest' Enid said walking up behind you

'No way, he's a douchebag'

'It doesn't matter if he is Y/N, you should just talk it out with him'

'Or you can just gouge his eyes out' Wednesday said coming around from behind Enid.

'Thank you, somebody who's trying to help' you said gesturing towards Wednesday.

Enid rolled her eyes

'I'm sorry Cara Mia but he has been a bitch to Y/N' Wednesday said turning to Enid.

Wednesday knew that the nickname would make Enid smile. It always did.

You rolled your eyes smiling at the two before walking out the classroom, being stopped by Mr Grimrose.

'Miss L/N'

'Yes Mr Grimrose?'

'I need you to give this to Mr Thorpe. I gave him the wrong test by accident'

'Mr Grimrose why don't you ask Enid or Bianca to give it to him?'

'Because I'm asking you Y/N'

Mr Grimrose is normally your favourite teacher. With his interesting Owl like face and bird like legs and feet. his small rounded glasses and always wearing a fancy button up with a vest over top.

you groaned taking the paper before walking out the classroom, heading towards Xaviers dorm.

Knocking on the door a bit too hard, you took a step back waiting for Xavier to open the door.

You were met with Ajax instead, him giving you a quizzical look

'You seriously cannot have smoked all the weed I gave you already'

'No of course not I'm not that bad'

'What're you doing here then'

'Can you give this to Xavier' you asked him shoving the test towards him.

'Oooh damn I really would but I have to help Wednesday get Enid a birthday present' He said before slamming the door

Enids birthday was in February. Its July.

You sighed, knowing where Xavier would be. Where you and him had gone to smoke weed many times. Where you would listen to music together and talk about whatever rumours were going around.

Don't cry.

Making your way to the stupid shed, you didnt even knock before stepping in. There he was. The stupid boy that had made you cry countless times. Listening to music about to uncover a canvas, before noticing you.

taking out an earbud he faced you directly narrowing his eyes at you.

'What are you doing here'

'Grimrose told me to give you this' you said slamming down the test on the stool next to him. He glanced down at it smiling

99%

'You still didn't beat me you know' you said snarkly

'God everything has got to be a competition with you'

'Oh that is rich coming from you Xavier' you spat not looking at his face. 'Like you don't rub it in my face when you get a higher score than me' You continued

He didn't respond, opting to sigh annoyedly

'You just can't take it when somebody is better than you Y/N'

'Excuse me?'

'You heard what i said, you can't take it when somebody is better than you'

'You are not better than me Xavier, you are nowhere near better than me, you stopped responding to me, you started glaring at me in the hallways, you started showing off your test answers'

He didn't speak, you had to egg him on, get some sort of response

'Why'd you do it?'

'Because'

'That's not an answer'

'Because I couldn't handle my feelings'

'What?'

'I couldn't handle falling in love with you'

You stared at him. He's not really confessing his love for you is he? You looked at his face, no indication he was lying.

Yes it was true that you as well had a crush on him, you told him during one of your highs that you were crushing on him. You were on facetime with him, talking about anything and everything and then you ruined everything.

'You know, I've been crushing on you for like, ever'

That was right before he ghosted you. Those ten words ruined your friendship. But now you suppose it wasn't

Your eyes were tearing up, too many emotions were filling you, hate, sadness, love, anger

before you knew it, tears were streaming down your face. And he wiped them away.

There was your Xavier. Your sweet, kind, handsome Xavier.

You looked up at him, noticing the look of sadness that had washed over his face.

He leant down, gripping your jaw softly in his hand,

His lips were on yours

His lips were on yours.

It soon turned to an erratic make out, him backing you into the desk against the wall, him lifting you onto the desk, wrapping his arms around your waist loosely

Your arms wrapped around his neck as you deepened the kiss. he was stood between your legs and it was almost amusing how he still had to crane his neck so much to be able to kiss you.

'Yo Xavier I got some good stuff just begging to be-'

You broke apart at the voice, Ajax standing there, a bag of rolled joints in his hand, his mouth agape.

He pulled out his phone before you and Xavier could move from the position you were in, snapping a photo. Your eyes widened, about to yell at him before he ran back out the door.

Xavier's head turned back to you. Smiling dopily at you, he leant back down reconnecting your lips.

after a while you both parted, panting heavily.

'So what are you painting?' you asked him softly.

he smiled nervously

'its nothing really' he said

you smiled devilishly, hopping off the bench before he could pull you back and went over to the covered painting.

you pulled back the black sheet to see a painting.

of you

your mouth dropped open, as he walked over, scratching the back of his neck, a nervous habit.

'I thought you mainly painted your dreams?'

'You are in my dreams'.

OKAY BUT I THINK THIS WAS ACTUALLY SO CUTE AND I HOPE ANON THINKS SO AS WELL

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[creepswrites]

Hola ví que está abierto y quería solicitar un Jason, Billy Lenz y Lester (si querés más) con una s/o que tiene mala cara siempre y un poco malumorada con los demás menos con ellos? Si no querés ignorame, besos y buenas noches (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)

i don't speak spanish but google translate said "Hello, I saw that you are open and I wanted to request a Jason, Billy Lenz and Lester (if you want more) with an s/o that always has a bad face and is a bit grumpy with the others except with them? If you don't want to ignore me, kisses and good night (⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)⁠つ⁠⊂⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠)" so!! i hope this is what you asked for!

SLASHERS w/ a GN! S/O who has a grumpy face with others but not them

JASON VOORHEES

Sometimes other camp counselor potentials would show up, trying to give Camp Crystal Lake a fresh start, but Jason stopped them at every turn

You'd been a fresh, potential counselor once. But, of course, Jason put an end to that

You stayed with him though

You heard the story of the young boy who drowned and your heart just melted

So you and Jason became close. You were different to him, you weren't interested in sex and drinking

When Jason first met you, you'd been staring at one of your fellow counselors with an annoyed face

At first, he'd thought you were angry with them, but he learnt your face was just like that

Resting bitch face, you'd called it

But the way you just lit up when you saw him... it made him feel special

He loved when he'd spot you brooding and how you'd just smile at him, like your smile was just for him only

Jason feels honored that you only look happy around him

BILLY LENZ

You were part of the sorority where Billy had been staying

As he'd been stalking you and the rest of your sorority sisters, he'd learnt your behaviors and mannerisms

Particularly, he noticed how you never seemed to smile

You always looked perpetually annoyed by everyone and everything, which he found amusing

Even when you had to deal with his calls, your face never really changed

But when you finally met him?

You'd actually smiled, which made Billy's stomach hurt and he wanted to throw up from how sweet you were

You were always kind to him, careful to not overwhelm him when you held hands or kissed, and you always looked at him with a soft smile that made him melt

He'd bite you sometimes, trying to cope with how you made him feel, but you'd just laugh and kiss his head and talk to him

It made him feel special, that you weren't like that with anyone else other than him

LESTER SINCLAIR

Lester had first met you when you'd arrived to town, standing on the side of the road looking pissed beyond belief at the flat tire your car had

Your friend had been with you and you'd looked so annoyed he would've assumed your friend was the one who ruined the tire

But when you'd looked over at him, your face just softened into a shy smile

And Lester felt how red his face got, nervously rubbing the back of his neck as he stuttered through talking to you

Once you started dating, he'd come visit you in the nearby town where you lived, bringing you flowers and blushing like a maniac

You'd always smile at him though, laughing brightly whenever he'd stumble over complimenting you

Sometimes he'd catch you talking with others before you noticed him, a bitter look on your face until you turned and saw him, lighting up like the sun

He was obsessed with you, like your happiness was only for him

[simpfordemetri]

The guards with a human mate that has a dont give a shit attitude and enjoys being a brat.

Alec

This men is feeling bold

Like at first he will be looking at you with a wtf face because how should he react to this

Because in all honestly you are getting him flustered and he doesnt know what to do with himself

Or with you

But then you were pushing your luck after a hard trial

And suddenly he pinned you against a wall on your way to your share room

His grip on you were almost too hard that you could swear your arm were hurting

His eyes went dark and a loud growl scape from his lips

After that he will literally guide you to your share room grabbing the back of your neck and treating you like if you were basically a pet

JANE

She is not getting any of your shit

So if you dont want her to be mad mad you better put yourself up,stop being a bitch and stay in your fucking share room without bothering her

Her words not mine

Like of course she wont use that language but you could swear even without being vulgar and without the swearing part it was even worst to hear

Because being a brat with her doesnt led to sex im sorry

She will be so pissed off because why dont you grow up and respect your own self

She will literally scold you and you might feel so embarrased of yourself tbh

DEMETRI

Its a 50/50 with him

There will be days where he loves how bratty you can get,and will makes sure to spoil you and let you get on his way

But if he is having a bad day and feeling brat himself i really hope you dont push his bottoms

He will literally humilliate you

In bed i mean

He isnt one for degrading you in bed as he incline more to praise you like a goddess/god

But if is one of those days you will end up saying your safe word because the things he will be saying would not even be sexy at the end

Basically punish you

FELIX

He just find it funny,like you are just too cute

Look at you pouting and acting like if you were literally dumb

Laughing at you and whenever he says how cute you are then you get even more mad and bratty

However its a kink for him in bed

Will be like a roleplay you know

He will literally beg you to be as bratty as you could cause it gets him going

So maybe you have to be a bit careful in public because he will literally would want to open your legs and eat the fuck out of you

And the throne room its not time and place,right darling?

HEIDI

Girl loves it

She will act bratty sometimes too when she is feeling needy so she can get what she wants from you

However she likes to make you impatient

Seeing you all flustered and blushing for her its something she will never forget

But she wants to hear your words

Why are acting like this Cara mia?

Cmon now dont be quiet,i cant help if you dont tell me huh?

Well now you have done it and she is purring all over you until you voice out what you actually want

[elbiotipo]

ya lo dije varias veces pero siempre me da risa cuando hay gente que se mata o mataría por un ídolo y mientras más fuerte el fanatismo más seguro que es o una mina cuyas canciones todas dicen "uhh i'm a bad bitch uhhh" o un youtuber que juega minecraft y hace caras raras y no puede decir malas palabras porque lo siguen pibitos de 13, o taylor swift

O sea si vas a matar por un ídolo por favor, que sea alguien con personalidad o que haya reventado una guitarra por lo menos

[hadesisqueer]

Spaniard expressions that just make sense:

"A ti nadie te ha dado vela en este entierro"="No one gave you a candle in this funeral"= A way to tell someone to shut up when the conversation is none of their business.

"Que te folle un pez"="Get fucked by a fish"= A way to say fuck off to someone. There are variations, such as "que te folle un pez espada"="get fucked by a swordfish"

"Pa' lo que me queda en el convento, me cago dentro"="I don't have much time left at the convent so I shit inside"= A way to say you don't care anymore about what you're doing since you're probably leaving soon.

"Me cago en la leche"="I shit in the milk"=A way to say "fuck"

"Tener mala leche"="To have bad milk"=Being in a bad mood or in bad faith.

"Facha muerto abono pa mi huerto"="A dead fascist is fertilizer for my orchard"=Exactly what it says.

"Vete a la mierda"="Go to shit"=You're telling someone to to hell, basically.

"Mucha mierda"="A lot of shit"=A way to say good luck, kinda like "break a leg"

"¿Tú eres tonto o peinas calvos?"="Are you stupid or do you comb bald people's hair?"

"Que la muerte te pille cagando"="May Death catch you while you're taking a shit"

“Me cago en tu puta calavera"="I shit in your fucking skull"=Someone is mad at you.

"Me cago en tus putos muertos"="I shit in all your fucking dead relatives"=Someone is mad at you.

"Hijo de las setenta y siete mil millones de putas"="Son of the seventy seven billions of bitches"=Exactly what it means. Not biologically possible.

"Están volando hostias y tu cara es un aeropuerto"="Slaps are flying and your face is looking like an airport"

"No tengo el chichi pa farolillos"="My pussy isn't suited for small electric lights"=It means you can't be bothered by doing something right now because you're not in the mood.

[dragonmasterkaylz]

Don’t Mess with the Badger

“Oh bloody hell…”.

Hermione looked up and saw Aurora walk to her table with a split lip and a bruise on her cheek. Harry then looked up at her before saying, “It looks like she got into a fight. Does Theodore know?” Ron looked over at the Slytherin table and saw him talking to his all of his friends. Hermione hummed and then looked over to see a Slytherin girl walk in, who looked a lot worse. “Bloody hell! Did Aurora beat her up? She looks bad”.

Pansy looked at the Slytherin girl before saying, “Oh dear, what the hell happened to you?!” “That fucking Hufflepuff, that’s what!” Then Crabbe and Goyle sat with the boys, looking a lot worse. Mattheo smirked at the two before saying, “Wow! Now, I want to know who did this and why, because this is so funny!” Ron then walked up and said, “Oi, Theo. You may want to check up on Aurora— woah! Bloody hell! Wait! What did you three do to piss her off that much?!” Mattheo stood up and looked at the Hufflepuff Table. “… Shit”.

Theodore’s eyes widened and then went dark when he saw the bruise on her face. Hermione, Harry and Luna also joined them. “Well?! Someone want to talk about what happened?!”, Hermione asked angrily.

“Well…”.

Aurora was walking to the Great Hall, when she had heard three Slytherin’s talking amongst themselves. A girl she didn’t know, along with Crabbe and Goyle.

“You know, Theodore’s no better than her! He’s now a Blood Traitor for dating a Mudblood!”, she stated. Crabbe said, “I wouldn’t go that far. It’s not like he’s a Weasley”. “No! But here’s the icing the cake, now Draco has a crush on Granger! Honestly! Shelby and her, are both filthy Mudbloods, and we shouldn’t be associating ourselves with them!”, she shouted, just as Aurora walked up to them. “Oh… fucking shit…!!!”

“What to say that again, you bitch?”, Aurora asked as her eyes darkened with rage. “Woah! I bet… you think you’re hot shit now! First, you date Theodore! Then you befriend all of Draco’s gang— I mean, are you trying to make us look bad, Hufflepuff?! You’re a fucking Mudblood! You know it would never work, you slut! You’re the reason Theo got disowned after all”. Then the blonde approached her and glared at her, with an angry look on her face. “Say that again. Call my boyfriend a Blood Traitor again… and you’ll see what happens when you piss off a Hufflepuff…”.

“Then I threw the first punch and she beat us up”.

Pansy looked shocked and she asked, “Aurora?! Are… you sure?! She wouldn’t hurt a fly!” “Oh really?!!! Just look at my fucking face!!!”, the girl shouted. Theodore then glared at her and said, “Just fuck off. All three of you. I never wanna see your faces again”. Silence just surrounded the table and Draco looked up at them all as he said, “We don’t say those words anymore. All of us are past that”. “Clearly, since you love Granger so much!!!”, the girl shouted just before leaving the table with Crabbe and Goyle. “Still though… she’s badass!”

Everyone looked at Mattheo. “Too soon…?”

Theodore stood up and walked over to Aurora before sitting next to her. “Teddy…?” He kissed her bruised cheek before asking, “Are you okay, cara mia? Y-You didn’t have to defend me like that…”. Then she rested her head on his shoulder and hugged his arm before saying, “I’m sorry. I just saw red”. “Don’t apologise. I love you”. She smiled up at him and said, “I love you too, Teddy~”. He leaned down before kissing her very gently. After they broke away, he grabbed her hand as he whispered, “I need to kiss you in private amore, right now”. She giggled and ran away from him. “Oi!”

“Get your cute arse back here!”

END

[bangtanintotheroom]

🎃 SKZ as Halloween Couple Costumes 🎃

• Pairing: OT8 x (F)Reader

• Genre: Non-Idol!AU, Fluff, Humor, Established Relationship

• Rating: PG-15

• Words: 3.5k

• Summary: In which you and your boyfriend choose and experience the fun and chaos of your couple costume.

• Warnings/themes: drinking, swearing, partying, kissing, cuddling, jealousy, mentions of sucking (hehe), implied sexual content, a single threat of bodily harm, all the guys are dorks and whipped, Chan being delulu for OC, Minho is a terror, Changbin being a sweet furry, Hyunjin looking like sin itself, Han getting no respect from the young’ns, Felix is a mess (in the best way), Seungmin taking his role too seriously, Jeongin is always prepared

• Notes: Happy Halloween y’all! 🎃🦇🖤 I really wasn’t planning on writing anything for the holiday, but this idea came to me last week and the more I wrote, the more I had to see it through. It’s my mini break from some of the other more serious fics I’ve been working on again, so enjoy! ✨

• Taglist: @jimilter @joontied @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @sugalaritae2 @crisle19 @codeinebelle @kookprada @saweetspoiled @effielumiere @m1sss1mp

Chan - Gomez and Morticia Addams

You suggest these and your boyfriend is immediately on board because of the all-black outfits

That, and the fact that he gets to have any excuse to lay his lips on you (not like you never allow it)

You help him draw his mustache on, but it takes a few tries due to him giggling like a schoolgirl

“I think my Freddie one was better.” “Quiet, Chris.”

Talk about in-character

THIS MAN WILL NOT STOP KISSING YOU

On your lips even though you keep scolding him for almost smearing your red lipstick, on your neck, up and down your arm

But Chan doesn’t care, even when your friend group clowns him for the act

He just keeps on kissing like there’s no tomorrow

The real kicker comes in later that night when you hear a familiar song come on over Jeongin’s speakers

Your eyes were quick to land on your boyfriend, his expression painting him as the culprit for the music choice

All it took was a tilt of your painted mouth to invite him to walk over before holding a hand out

“Shall we?”

With nearly frightening precision, the two of you recreate the tango from Addams Family Values (minus the backflips and knife-throwing)

The applause and cheers that surround you as you both embrace is deafening, but it’s nothing compared to the way Chan looks down at you with sheer infatuation

It’s only amplified by the words he whispers as he leans in towards your face

“Cara mia.”

This time, you welcome the passionate kiss he places on your lips, arms wrapped tight around his neck with nothing but devotion

Minho - Chucky and Tiffany

“I know what we can dress up as.”

The second Minho came up and said that, you knew you were in for either a good time or a bad time

As soon as he showed you the pic on his phone, you threw your head back and laughed, wiping tears afterwards

“Why am I not surprised? Sure.”

The days leading up to Halloween involve shopping and your boyfriend practicing his ‘serial killer face’ in the bathroom mirror

Your makeup was darker than usual and the eyebrows were a bitch to draw on, but they were nothing compared to Minho’s scars

“Couldn’t you have bought the tattoos instead?” “They’re wack, yours are way better.”

Somewhere behind that compliment is him just giving you more work to do for the sake of it. So you just mumble your appreciation while pretending to be oblivious to the eyes fixated on your pronounced cleavage

After heading outside, you think you did the makeup too well

On the way over to the haunted house, a few trick-or-treaters recoil in fear and parents usher their children out of your paths

Minho is quick to point this out

“See, jagi? You think some wash-off tattoos would make that happen?”

Leave it to this man to inflate your ego with no hesitation. Now you walk down the sidewalks with your chin held high, on an equal level with your lover

The haunted house was decent, even though you almost decked an actor or two in the face, and hanging out with your mutual circle was even better. Before you know it, everyone is splitting up to head back to their humble abodes

Except for you and Minho

It was clear that you two weren’t ready to call it a night by the way you peered at each other

“Wanna go for a walk?” “Sure.”

Not a walk in the park, but a walk through a cemetery; you and Minho were never the most sane people

A stroll through the nearby graveyard was oddly peaceful with a taste of eeriness lying underneath, the path lit by scattered streetlamps and the moonlight

“You really do look gorgeous, jagi.”

The brief silence was broken by your lover’s low but earnest voice, peeking up to see him watching you with soft eyes

The scars and stitches on Minho’s face did little to ruin the adoration radiating through

“Don’t tell me you have a thing for dolls.” “If the doll looks like you, then I sure do.”

You had to stop the walk to stifle your laugh, not wanting to rudely disturb the dead

But once you finished, your teeth flashed at your boyfriend before you held his hand tighter

“I might have the same problem as you, then.”

The expression that came over him was something that was definitely inappropriate for your current setting, but it didn’t stop him from stepping close and leaning in towards your lips

That is, until you heard a noise in the distance that made you squeak and cling onto him

“What was that?!”

Minho played it off like he wasn’t bothered, but you could feel his heart beating a little faster through your pressed chests

“Maybe we should head home so you don’t pass out from fear.”

With your urgency, you followed close as he practically dragged you out of the graveyard, smirking behind his back at the way he kept looking around at every little noise

Who knew a ‘serial killer’ was afraid of ghosts?

Changbin - Beauty and the Beast

Oh, the way he reacted to the costumes you chose was just precious

As soon as you laid the golden gown out on your bed, Changbin was quick to hop up in joy

“You mean—?!” “Yup!”

The both of you grew up on Beauty and the Beast, but the love for the film was rekindled when you chose to watch it on one of your first dates with together

Watching each other gush over favorite parts and singing along to all the songs cemented the Disney movie as something special in your relationship

Which is why your lover wastes no time in getting his part of the outfit together

You encourage him not to go all out in a fursuit, but to at least get something reminiscent to what Beast would wear

So when he shows up on your doorstep to pick you up, you’re practically bursting at the seams

Horns on his head and a blue tailcoat outfit with ruffles sticking out from his built chest. And…

“Did you put fangs in?” “Mmh-mmh!”

He welcomes the kisses you plant on him until one of his fangs comes loose

“Yah, chill!”

After a quick fix, the two of you walk hand in hand to the fairgrounds, taking care not to let the dirt sully your outfits

You’re holding your skirts up most of the time, but Changbin is quick to take over whenever he could see your arms getting tired

He even took it upon himself to lift and carry you over a giant spot of mud

“Princesses need to stay prim and proper!”

The both of you are one of the last to leave, getting carried away with dancing and taking pictures in every possible area

Despite the way your eyes are drooping, you kindly decline your boyfriend’s offer to carry you home, noticing how he looked ready to sleep as well

After washing up and changing into comfier clothes, you lay in bed with Changbin’s head on your chest, catching up on the mystery novel you had started recently

“Jagi?”

You peek down from the pages to see his drowsy eyes gazing up at you

“Read to me?”

There was no part of you that could say no to that face

You continued, reading out loud in a soft voice while Changbin hummed in interest at the subject matter

But at some point, you both doze off, the plot twist waiting to be revealed the next day

The beast and his princess needed some rest

Hyunjin - Vampire and Victim

There was little room for discussion on what Hyunjin was going to be for Halloween

His entire being screamed that he was the perfect template for a vampire, and you? You were going to be his willing victim

Even though he gave you sass (when does he never?), Hyunjin was quick to jump on board when you suggested Edward and Bella as an alternative

“Absolutely not. I am not washing glitter out of my hair for days.” “Great! I hung your cloak in your closet.”

For someone who was fussing at first, he spent forever in the bathroom getting ready while you sat on his bed in your gauzy dress

“Hyunjin, how long does it take to put some eyeshadow on?” “I have to have the perfect depth and shape! Just five more minutes, angel.”

Five turns into twenty and by the time you hear him step out, your mouth is open and ready to fire off, but the barbs are shot down when you lay your eyes on your boyfriend

“How do I look?”

Like a character straight from an Anne Rice novel; dark hair cascading around his face, burgundy tinted around his eyes and a light trail of blood dripping down his plump lips. He’s absolute perfection

But all that comes out of your mouth is a jumbled noise

One that makes Hyunjin laugh boldly, effectively breaking the spell

“What was that?!” “Sh-shut up! Please tell me you’re done so I can call the Lyft.”

Thankfully, he is, and now you can both make your way down to the city

The streets are crowded, despite its wide berth, forcing you two to hold onto each other tight

Especially when some eyes lingered in your direction for a little too long

You felt Hyunjin’s arms tighten when a lumberjack blatantly looks you up and down

“Stay close to me.”

You’re quick to show your disapproval when an undead nurse shoots your lover a coy smile

“I should be saying that to you.”

The further the night goes on, the more on edge you are

You were used to people checking out your boyfriend, but tonight was a new record

Hyunjin seemed to be as miffed as you were, his replies becoming more and more terse and his stare growing sharper

After a group of cheerleaders yelled at him that he looked hot as fuck, you stopped in your tracks

“I want to go.”

Your low request had his head turning, frowning at how bothered your expression became; a far cry from the light-hearted one you started with

“Y/N?” “Can we just go home and watch some movies? There’s too many people here.”

Crowds were never a problem for you. Hyunjin was quick to discern what troubled you, holding your hand tighter before dragging you off to the side

Despite you asking what he was doing, he continued until he was able to pin you against one of the buildings

“Hyunjin?”

He remained silent, a faint fire in his dark eyes as he leaned down to latch his mouth onto your neck

For what felt like an eternity, his lips and teeth lavished onto your skin, taking care to avoid the puncture marks you drew

You didn’t mind the sudden attack, but the two of you were in plain sight!

You even made eye contact with a few passersby, reactions ranging from flustered to encouraging. Although, you couldn’t bring yourself to stop, fingers running up and down the back of his silk shirt

By the time Hyunjin released your neck, you were panting softly, taking in the now satisfied look on his handsome face

“Sorry, darling, but I had to let everyone know you’re mine.”

Oh. That explains everything, especially the light throbbing on a specific spot on your skin

“I’m gonna have to cover this up for work tomorrow.” “Mm.”

He didn’t seem too concerned, but honestly, you weren’t either. Especially now that you had a new problem to fix

“I still think we should go home.”

Judging by your tone, Hyunjin could tell that you were distressed in a different way now, lips quirking with knowing

“Why? Do you want me to suck your blood?” “You can suck something else instead.”

Jisung - Howl and Sophie

From the moment you and Jisung began dating, he had been secretly planning what your first couple costume would be

As soon as you asked him if he wanted to dress up with you, he beamed, full cheeks expanding

Without hesitation, he suggested Howl and Sophie

You were down with the idea, your boyfriend having made you watch the movie about seven times now, causing it to crawl into your top ten list

Although, your enthusiasm lessened when he asked you to do the old woman version

“Jisung, be for real.” “I am! How are people going to understand the costume if you don’t?!”

You can only take so much more of his obnoxious whining (he said people would think he was just some sort of vampire and you threw on your grandmother's curtains!) before you snap and give in

The kisses he plants all over your face mitigate your annoyance a little. Only a little

At least there aren’t too many people who see you in your attire on Halloween night; the two of you remained inside and handed out candy to trick-or-treaters

The reactions ranged from familiarity to straight-up confusion

You almost bust a gut when a tween insisted that Jisung was dressed up as Jareth

“I’m not the Goblin King!” “You sure about that?”

Your cackles escaped as soon as he slammed the door in their face, grumbling about how that kid didn’t know shit

As soon as the last bag was given out, the porch lights were turned off and the two of you released simultaneous sighs

“Movie time?” “Yup.”

Your social batteries recharged as you and Jisung curled up on the couch, reacting strongly to the jumpscares on the screen and hiding behind the blanket whenever the gore got to be too much

After the second movie ended, he stood up and stretched, declaring the need for a bathroom break

You felt like watching one more film before calling it a night, putting it upon yourself to choose this time

When Jisung returned, his ears perked up at a recognizable tune coming from the TV

The grin you shot over the back of the couch erased whatever sleepiness he was feeling

“One more?”

He gave an even brighter smile, quickly retaking his previous spot

“One more.”

Felix - Pokémon Trainers

Something simple yet noticeable; that was the theme you and Felix were going for

And this was how you both ended up as Pokemon trainers

It felt nice to wear something that didn’t prevent you from using the bathroom or put you at risk of flashing someone

Plus, your boyfriend just looked too adorable with his cap on

The party at his best friend’s house is fun and loose, everyone dressed in all sorts of costumes as they played drinking games and danced to the blaring music

Felix throws his Pokeballs around all night, but manages to keep track of them, slipping them back into his fanny pack with ease

That is, until the liquor starts entering his system and he runs up to you in a panic

“I LOST MY BALLS!”

He screams that in the middle of Changbin’s packed living room, attracting all types of attention

You shoot everyone a nervous smile before dragging your whining partner out by the hand

“Let’s go find your balls, ‘Lix.”

The two of you manage to catch them all before deciding to get some fresh air

Sitting outside in the cool air on a patch of the backyard with your boyfriend is peaceful, his flush lessening as you both relaxed into the grass

But then you felt something thump into your leg, looking down to see a Pokeball laying next to you

“Felix…did you just throw that at me?” “Yeah.”

You frowned and prepared to scold him, but knowing his thought process at times, there had to be a reason

“Why?”

With the most heart-tugging expression on his face, he explained, “Because I choose you. And I always will.”

Maybe it’s the shots from before, but your entire body heated up at his words, your cheeks receiving the worst of it

“Dork.” “Your dork.”

You didn’t deny it, shooting Felix a smile that expressed your mutual affection for him instead. He returned the emotion before leaning in for a kiss

That is, until you stopped him

“Not in front of Pikachu.”

Felix looked down at the plushie sitting between the two of you, choosing to turn it so its back is to you before leaning in again

“He’ll be alright.”

Seungmin - Baseball Furies

Your boyfriend was a low-key kind of guy, which you always liked about him

So you were surprised when he suggested to dress up and go to Hyunjin’s big Halloween bash

But you were less surprised at who he wanted to go as

Now the two of you walked into his friend’s house, dressed in crisp baseball uniforms with your faces covered in paint

This was definitely an obscure choice, but you didn’t fight it; at least he dressed up as something

At first, you admire Seungmin’s ability to stay true to his character, nodding in greetings or using his eyes to speak

But as the night goes on, his silence works on your nerves

“Baby, do you want some punch?” “…”

“Is my paint cracking?” “…”

“Did you see Chan around?” “…”

By the time Hyunjin made it to the two of you to say hi, your patience was paper-thin

“Seungmin, aren’t you going to say hi?”

More silence that led to you leaning in to growl, “I’m gonna shove this bat up your ass and turn you into a popsicle if you don’t speak.”

Nothing. Just a blank stare that had you groaning in frustration while Hyunjin giggled

“So dedicated!”

You give up on getting your boyfriend to talk eventually, making your rounds to catch up with familiar faces

But by the time you get back to Seungmin, he has an odd look on his face

“Seungmin? What’s wrong?”

His stare is stony, looking across the crowded room at something

When you follow his gaze, it takes your entire willpower not to say ��are you fucking kidding me?’

For there was a party-goer dressed in a well-known leather vest, shooting the same piercing look back at your boyfriend

“Seungmin. Really?”

Really, judging by the way he refused to break the staring match

Fed up, you snatched the bat from his hand, giving his ass a light swat

“Ow! Hey!” Finally, some words

Scowling, you point the end of the lumber into his face, glad to see the caution replace the stoicism from before

"Grow up or you won't get past first base tonight.”

A puppy-like pout formed as he sunk under your gaze

“Yes ma’am.”

Jeongin - Luffy and Zoro

Ever since the live-action movie came out, all you and your boyfriend could talk about was One Piece, One Piece, One Piece

It was only natural that for Halloween, you both dressed up as your characters of choice

You were not surprised he picked Luffy, but he couldn’t mask his own when you told him that you were doing Zoro

“What? I think I can rock the hell out of green hair.”

Not the type to enjoy giant crowds, the two of you headed over to his best friend Seungmin’s for a little get-together for the night

Your outfits were a hit with the crew

“Wow, you guys went all out!” “My knees are cold.” “I’m already getting a headache from this wig.”

The time with your friends went by swiftly, including Jeongin being a menace to Chan over his Dracula costume and you showing off your limited sword trick knowledge (until you almost knocked over a stack of Seungmin’s books)

Before you knew it, it was time to head back

Parting ways, you and your boyfriend returned to your place to undress and wind down for the night

Until Jeongin said something that caught your attention

“I forgot I had these in my pockets!”

You turned, jaw dropping to see him pulling an absurd amount of gold coins out of his shorts

“Jeongin! Were you planning to make it hail or something?”

The way his fox-like eyes squinted was enough of an answer, making you laugh in disbelief as you finished removing your socks

“Maybe I can still put them to good use?”

You knew this man was up to no good, but you still dared to look up again, raising a painted brow

“How so?”

Jeongin stepped closer to you, head cocked as he smirked while juggling the fake doubloon between his long fingers

“Show me more of your sword tricks?”

You gave your boyfriend an expression of feigned haughtiness, straightening up to cross your legs and lean back on your arms

“I don’t know if you could afford it. I’ve got a pretty high bounty.”

Jeongin was quick to dive in his pockets and pull out handfuls of the coins, a couple clattering onto your bedroom floor

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

©bangtanintotheroom, 2023. Do not repost to other sites or copy without permission.

[fcthots]

ok so this is clearly self-indulgent but what Reader x canon stuff isn’t?? 😤 anyway I’m finally submitting a thing because your portrayal of him & all these ficlets have done wonders for the world—

Italian!Jason (and/or just Jason Who Speaks Italian) & you have used Italian as sort of a “comfort language” since you were growing up together as teens. Yeah, you speak English, but your nicknames for each other, the curses you tend to use, just a lot of specific words because English isn’t always properly descriptive…& there was always a sweet Italian old lady who made the best bolognese & arancini!

anyway, he dies & you’re obviously heartbroken. Skip to Jason finding you (he might be in costume or not) & revealing that he’s alive. He’s too tall, his eyes are too green, he’s too tired and sad-looking. Not that he’s not attractive, but—what if it’s not true? There’s clones, alternate dimensions, dreams…

Then he’s speaking your language. Just partly because you were never fluent. He’s slowly coaxing you into a hug. (Or maybe this is much less angsty & you went from suspicious to in love & ready for a sexy reunion in seconds, lol.)

anyway, have a great weekend!! ♥️ 👌🏽🇮🇹

I'M SORRY THIS IS LOW KEY FUNNY AS HELL BC I'M ITALIAN BUT I'VE SLOWLY LOST ALL MY HERITAGE LMAOOOO

Also I google translated everything bc despite my last name looking like an Italian masterpiece even I say it the English way.

He rotated through every nickname in the book. You were his "principessa", "Tesoro", "cara", "bella", "mia amata", "mostriciattola", etc (princess, sweetheart, dear, beautiful, my loves, and little monster). He called you every sweet name under the sun, all in the language he said "was more fit for your beauty. It sounds much better in Italian."

And one day he stopped calling you anything. One day you just stopped hearing his voice for what you thought would be forever. One day he's calling you "puttana" for stealing his food and then the next day he's dead, laying in a coffin six feet under. You put a red, green, and white rose by his grave because you think he would have found it funny. You don't go back.

You're not the same after, haven't even jokingly attempted to speak a lick of something other than English. You keep quiet, keep to yourself, and think about Jason's spiel about americanized food when you pass by a Dominos pizza.

This all changes, though, when you're walking home by yourself late at night. You have to pass through the bad part of town and maybe you should have been more careful, but it was too late for that now. There were two men and one had a gun; you stood nom chance of making it if you ran. You attempted to back up, just to put some space, but you backed into a trash can and it loudly knocked over. You assailants don’t seem to have appreciated that: one grabs your arm and the other levels the gun at your head. You're shaking and slightly crying, scared out of your mind.

That is until a tank of a man with a bright red helmet drops in. He takes out the man with the gun first and the other pulls a knife to put to your neck. The Red Hood freezes when he looks into your eyes. After the knife starts digging into your skin, he springs back into action. It all happens so fast, you're not even sure what really happened.

But the next thing you know, there's two unconscious bodies on the floor, and the Red Hood is kneeling before you, taking off his mask.

"Principessa?" (princess?)

"PUTTANA?" (BITCH????)

[caplanbuckybarnes]

Songs4Caplan Challenge

(I located an older song fic challenge from a deleted blog I had that had this graphic on it. LOL)

Rules:

Tag me in the authors notes & send me a message with yuor fic once it's posted! (along with the hashtag so I know which Masterlist to place the fic when I post it)

Please tag the proper warnings before the fic

Can be ANY CHARACTER YOU'D LIKE!!

More than one person can write for the same prompts

RPFs are allowed

If you’d like to write for more than one song, please make them separate fics

the songs are randomly picked from my playlist, so don't judge lol.

Can be however long you’d like the fic to be, however, please be considerate to the folks using the app and place the 'keep reading' feature on your posts!!

PLEASE tag the fic as #songs4caplan so i can easily find your fics!!!

Addicted to you simple plan

Africa Toto 

All downhill from here new found glory 

All for you sister hazel 

All summer long kid Rock 

Alone together fall out boy

Amnesia 5 seconds of summer

Animals maroon 5

As it was Harry styles 

as the world caves in Sarah cothran

Ashes of Eden breaking Benjamin 

Attention Charlie put 

Bad guy Billie eillish 

Bad things jace Everett

Beautiful mistakes maroon 5

Beautiful soul Jesse McCartney 

Before he cheats carrie underwood 

Before you go Lewis capaldi 

Beggin maneskin 

Better than me hinder

Blue ain’t your color Keith urban 

Burn usher 

Car radio twenty one pilots 

Church fall out boy

Climax usher 

Come & get it Selena Gomez 

Count on me Bruno mars 

Criminal Fiona Apple 

Deja vu Olivia rodrigo 

Delicate Taylor swift 

Diary Tino Coury 

Dirty laundry Carrie underwood 

Dirty thoughts Chloe adams 

Don’t call me up Mabel 

Downtown lady a 

Drivers license Olivia rodrigo 

Easy on Adele 

End of me a day to remember 

Every breath you take the police 

Every morning sugar ray 

Everybody hurts r.e.m. 

Fall for you secondhand serenade

Fallin Alicia keys 

Fast car Tracy Chapman 

Flowers Miley Cyrus 

For the first time the script

Forever young alphaville

Forever and ever amen randy Travis

Fuck it Eamon 

Fuck you bitch wheeler walker jr

Ghost of you Justin beiber

Glimpse of us Joji

God gave me you Blake Shelton 

Hate (I really don’t like you) plain white tees

Havana Camilla cabello 

Heart attack Demi lovato 

Heartbreak anniversary giveon 

Heaven Kane brown 

Hello darlin Conway twitty 

Hold on, we’re going on drake 

How do you sleep Jesse McCartney 

Hurt Johnny cash 

I fall apart post Malone 

I miss you blink 182

I see red everybody loves an outlaw 

I wanna be your slave maneskin 

I’m not the only one Sam smith 

I’m the only one Melissa Ethridge 

I’m yours Alessia Cara 

In my blood Shawn Mendes 

It ain’t me baby me Johnny cash 

Jealous nick Jonas 

Just one yesterday fall out boy 

Just the way you are Bruno mars 

Keep Holding On Avril Lavigne 

Killer queen Queen 

The last of the real ones 

Leave  the door open Bruno mars 

Leavin’ Jesse McCartney 

Let her go passenger

Like I can Sam smith

Lips of an angel hinder

Little do you know Alex & sierra 

Little Talks Mumfords & sons

Mama's broken heart Miranda lambert

Man down Rihanna

Misery Maroon 5

My Boo usher & Alicia keys 

Needed Me Rihanna 

Never gonna be alone Nickelback

New Rules Dua Lipa 

Not Over You Gavin DeGraw

Obsessed Mariah Carey

One Call Away Charlie Puth

One More Night Maroon 5

Our Song Taylor Swift

Picture KidRock & Sherry Crow 

PillowTalk Zayn Malik 

Please Don’t Leave Me Pink

Red Taylor Swift 

Remember the time Michael Jackson

Rolling in the deep Adele 

Say My Name Destiny’s Child

Say So Doja Cat 

She’s Got You Patsy Cline

Shower Becky G

Smokin out the Window Bruno Mars 

Someone You Loved Lewis Capaldi

Stay With Me Sam Smith

Take a Bow Rihanna

Take Me to Church Hozier

Take You Dancing Jason Derulo

There’s Nothing Holdin Me Back Shawn Mendes

Title Meghan Trainor

Too Good at Goodbyes Sam Smith

Too Little Too LAte JoJo

Trip Ella Mae

Trouble P!Nk

True Love P!NK

Unfaithful RIhanna

Unholy Sam smith

Unsteady X Ambassadors

Uptown Girl Billy Joel

Wait For You Elliot Yamin

Walk Me Home P!NK

Walkin After Midnight Patsy Cline

Want U Back Cher Lloyd

What a Man Gotta Do Jonas Brothers

What Ifs Kane Brown

Wolves Selena Gomez

Would You Go With Me? Josh Turner

You Found Me The Fray

You Had Me @ Hello A Day to Remember

You Need to Calm Down, Taylor Swift

[chaosology]

home

— the mandalorian x reader

prompt: “where were you when i needed you?”

warnings: angst... angry punching? bad writing

masterlist

Tatooine was a dry, dead place. Full of bounties and killers for hire, you didn’t exactly fit in. You were only scraping by, living off of small tips from fixing broken engines and serving drinks at the cantina.

It hadn’t always been like this. You used to have a home - at least, you thought you did. You started to tag along with the Mandalorian and his small green friend after you met him through your friend Cara. He gave you comfort and security in exchange for you taking caring care of the child and fixing the ship when need be.

Slowly, you began to develop feelings. He would bring back small things for you from his jobs and started holding conversations with you, talking for no reason in the dead of the night. Maybe, just maybe, he started to like you too.

Until he didn’t.

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“Get up. This is your stop.” A harsh voice spoke, awaking you from your slumber. Above you stood the Mandalorian, a small carry bag in hand - your carry bag.

“What in the- stars Mando, it’s barely sun up.” You retaliated, rubbing at your eyes. His hand came to your shoulder, shaking it in frustration. He motioned for you to get up, and you immediately did so. In your tired mind, this was all a game.

“Was I not clear? This is your stop. I’ll give you some credits to get yourself started, but don’t come looking for me. This is done. We’re done.” Although you couldn’t see his face, it seemed as if his eyes were staring into your soul. Piercing through you.

“I don’t... I don’t understand. Where are we? Why are you doing this.” You could feel your eyes tearing up, blurring your vision. His helmet tilted away for a second as he spoke

“This is Tatooine. And I have my reasons. Please, just leave”

You were too shocked to speak. You cautiously grabbed the bag from his hands, throwing it over your shoulder as you walked quietly through the ship. You felt an odd feeling of shame, as if you had just been scolded in front of a crowd. As you stepped towards the Child’s sleeping form, an arm came out in front of you.

“Go. You’ll just confuse him”

If you hadn’t been so emotional in the moment, you would’ve picked up on the sadness in his voice. But you didn’t, so you ventured forward, pushing his arm away and refusing to look back. As your boots hit the sand you could here the Razor Crest getting ready to fly. It hurt that he didn’t stay to watch you go, but then again, why would he? He clearly didn’t care about you.

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You were on your break from your shift at the cantina when you saw him. He walked confidently through the sand with the floating crib at his side. Bastard. How dare he show his face (well, helmet technically.)

You had to double check you weren’t hallucinating (you thought you saw him once before, but it was just some scammer in armour he bought off the jawas) before your heart started racing and your feet took off before you could think straight. All of a sudden you were walking fast towards him, tears in your eyes as you did so. He noticed you immediately, appearing emotionless as he stared you down.

Before you knew it, your hands were pushing him back, punching at the stiff metal of his chestplate. “Lying bastard.” Push. “Son of a bitch”. Push. “Selfish womp rat”. Shove.

He didn’t fight it, allowing himself to be pushed backwards through your rage. You lost the ability to speak as you cried, your hands puncring weakly at his chest. He looked down at you, one hand coming to wrap around both your wrists. Nothing was said as you sniffled and you could begin to hear his heavy breathing through the modulator.

“Where were you when I needed you? Huh?!”, you cried, “I wanted you. I needed you. And you tossed me out like imperial trash.” His hands enveloped yours as he sighed, turning to face away from you.

“I just... I wanted you safe. I couldn’t have you getting hurt...”

“So you DUMPED me on this trash sand dune? I’m a person, I can do things for myself. I can decide how to handle my safety, that’s not your choice to make.” You fumed.

“I know. I thought that if I did this I would protect you from them. I worried about you, but I knew you’d be okay. If you were to get hurt, I would never forgive myself.” He released your hands, looking down shamefully towards the ground. You were taken aback by his confession. Still angry, of course, but nonetheless surprised.

“I thought you hated me. That you wanted me out of your sight. I spent weeks upset over that. I just... missed you.”

There was a tender moment of silence as his hands moved up to glide across you neck and down your arms.

“You can come back, if you want. I know it doesn’t make up for everything but I’m sure the kid will be happy to see you.”

“Ok.”

“Really?”

“I mean, itll take a while you know. I might need some time. But I’d still love to come back”

“And I- We’d love for you to come back.”

You were home.