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What did you think of BBH's chat, where he asked if they'd like face cam and the majority said no?
Pretty rude to me, like I know he's not going to take it to heart, but his voice was quite subdued afterwards so it definitely stung.
Especially with some frequent chatters being so vocally against with weird reasonings. I know some of the chat are just obsessed with being argumentative and "getting one over him" and bullying. But talk about cutting off your nose to spite your face (most were lamenting the lack of man bun picture as an excuse to say no to the face cam, even when he offered to do the cam with his hair up)
On the other hand, BBH doesn't have to do the song and dance of being "forced" he could just turn on the cam. He's just being shy / silly or maybe just wanting a little hype up / excitement to goad him on. Still people rather wanting to see a vtuber with three expressions or your dog instead of you? Little owie.
Sorry if I sound thirsty, it's not really the cam or lack of cam I care about but the response of chat to a streamer suggestion being shot down - 'cause if he's suggesting it it's because he wants to do it and was hoping chat would be hype about it. Just my second-hand embarrassment kicking in I guess.
NO I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING AS YOU LOLLL like bad is a grown adult man and does not need me to defend him. I don’t know his thoughts or what’s in his mind or if this actually hurt him. but personally if I got THAT strong of a negative reaction to the mere suggestion of showing my face on stream well I would never want to show my face again ever to be quite honest !!! like anon I need you to know I was thinking this EXACT thing as this went down…. and even if he’s not hurt emotionally by this (wouldn’t be surprised, he seems like he’s got very thick skin considering the fact he actively seeks out friends that bully him LMAO) I would not be surprised if the takeaway he got was that people don’t want facecam stream. IT’S NOT TRUE BADBOYHALO IT’S NOT TRUE I need badboyhalo to know he is very handsome and I would kill people with hammers and knives for a facecam stream and I normally don’t even LIKE facecams that much in general
#ask#like again I really do not know if this actually hurt his feelings#he may be completely fine and not think anything of it!#but it was still crazy to watch happen because it felt so rude like guys think for one second#about the implications of the chat messages you are sending ToT#secondhand embarrassment is the exact word for it#CUZ LIKE IDK I DONT WANT TO SOUND PARASOCIAL OKAY IT WAS MORE SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT THAN ANYTHING#LIKE BAD’S AN ADULT HE CAN TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF HE DOESN’T NEED ME TO CODDLE HIM#BUT AT THE SAME TIME DAMN WHERE ARE PEOPLE’S MANNERS ToT
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Forbidden fruit - J.WY
pairing:idol!wooyoung x female!reader
MDNI!
summary: you think a one night stand with your best friend's brother doesn't lead you to anything.
warnings: pure smut and no other warnings
author's note: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off any true events. please do not copy the work.
enjoy!<3
Your best friend since middle school always invites you for family gatherings, birthdays, holidays because she knows what you’ve been through. Your family is fucked up, and when it’s finally summer time, her whole family is there for you to cheer you up to prevent sadness. When it's that time in the year, everyone is traveling home to the Jung house to celebrate.The whole family. The parents are not working, your best friend and you left the dorms and Wooyoung takes a break from being an idol.It’s been difficult for him to finally take off some free time and visit the family house, but now it was the time for that. He loves having you around, because he knows how much you mean to his sister. And that’s what is most important to him.
So for the sake of habit, it's summertime and it's your birthday today. And where else should you be, if not in their house?
The sun is shining, the leaves are beautiful green matching the grass, loud but not too loud music in the background as you watch your friend jump in their big outdoor pool.
Honestly? It almost felt like you were one of them, but you can't think that. It's not something you can allow yourself after the thing you did with an idol in the family, with Jung Wooyoung.You want to feel ashamed, being guilty because for god's sake it's your best friend's brother. You would've got together with anyone else because there are other guys who want you, and Wooyoung knows that too. He feels jealous, possessive even, just thinking about it. He should focus on his idol duties and you should study to get a diploma.
But forbidden fruit is the sweetest they say, and you two can't stay away from each other since that night, however you try. That night, that happened almost a year ago now and you two tried to move on. And successfully Wooyoung did move on, or so you thought by looking at him. Whenever he had a spare time he wanted to do something about the fact that he had the best fuck in his life with his little sisters best friend. So he had hookups just to forget you, and when you noticed that, you understood what he meant by that. However, a little voice in your head said you should talk to him about it because sure as hell, you were not the only one still feeling something. The tension between you two always has been intense until it snapped.
This is what happened today too.
You, sitting and sipping on your bottled cocktail in the perfect weather, getting a little color on your skin while waiting for your friend with more alcohol to bring. But of course you expected Wooyoung showing up some time rudely,interrupting your little alone time in the backyard with an all knowing smirk. He was wearing nothing more than swim trunks and his usual black sunglasses covering his eyes. You look at him with an arched brow and he only shakes his head. You knew exactly what he was thinking, after all this time. To be honest, it was a long time ago since the two of you met, but you still wanted to talk to him desperately.
“What?” You ask suddenly when you can still feel his stare on you.
“You changed.” He leans back on his back and puts his arms behind his head. You furrow your eyebrows not understanding what he means by that. “I mean, when I last saw you, you looked different. Not saying it's a bad thing.”
“Glad to see you too.” You mumble under your nose while watching his muscles flex. How is he doing that? It's like he's even bigger now than last year. He turns his head to you suddenly, catching you staring. His smirk is even bigger now and you're blushing like crazy. His hair got longer too, now all black from the blonde and black combo from last year. You never dared to tell him, but you liked his longer hair better.
“Don't look at me like that. I heard you have a girlfriend.” You force the words out of your mouth. You really did hear that a while ago, and because you're curious (absolutely not jealous) about her, and you want to change the subject quickly before he asks or says something about how you're blushing, you end up asking this. What an ass question.
He chuckles deeply and looks up at the bright sky. “Why are you asking? Still not over me?”
You did wrong by asking this question. You sigh calmly and drink the rest of your drink before answering. “Please. How do you know I don’t have someone?” With a satisfied smile you lean back on your back and close your eyes. You have too much pride in you to let his cocky behavior win this time. He may have won you over last year by his smooth talk, but you changed, as he said. You learned the lesson.
“Do you have anyone?” He looks curious, one brow arched at you.
“Maybe.” You shrug your shoulders, practically feeling his burning gaze on your body.
“You're bluffing.You don't.” He sounds tense, like he’s trying to get you to speak the truth. And you really don’t like that.
“How do you know? You said I changed..”
In the next minute, you feel the sun getting blocked from above, so naturally, you open your eyes just to see Wooyoung standing above you, his arms appearing on both sides of your head out of the blue. “Because sweetheart,I saw how you clenched your thighs together the minute I stepped out of the house.” He breathes, his shirtless body closer to yours now, making you slightly let your guard down. You feel your skin heat up from his comment, every word dripping with lust as he scans your body from above. “And don’t think I would let you have anyone else other than me.” He adds, the smirk on his face showing his pearly white tooth.
Before you could cut him off and brainwash him about being absolutely delusional, your best friend jumps out of nowhere into the garden, holding two cocktails in her hand.
“Woo! You're home!!” She jumps on his brother after putting down the said liquids, hugging him tightly while Wooyoung’s groaning from the lack of air.
“Yeah, glad to be back..” He groans when she lets him go finally,patting his shoulders affectionately. You always adored the way they loved each other, no matter how old they were. You often catch yourself looking at Wooyoung playing with his youngest brother, sometimes even smiling at the both as they fight over something silly. In those times, you want to punch yourself.
“Have you wished a happy birthday to Y/N??” She snaps her head at you quickly and then back to his.Your friend thought you two were the only one being close in the family, but if only she knew his brother was the first one wishing you a happy birthday at midnight.
He straightens up, seeing his sister still rambling about how excited she was to be finally home with everyone.So as she was distracted, he swept her in his arms and with one swing he threw her in the water. Then slowly he looks back at you, pushing his sunglasses to the tip of his nose to see you properly. “You're not swimming,birthday girl?” He asks with a grin. You wanted to slap the smile off his face, still knowing that you couldn’t do it, even if you tried. So instead,you stand up slowly, still holding eye contact. You take your shirt and jeans short off and now you're standing in a black bikini in front of him. Wooyoung can’t help but scan you up and down slowly, pushing his glasses back.
“If you’re done staring, join us.” With a wink, you jump into the pool, the water cooling your overheated body, the waves closing above you and leaving you in your little world with your thoughts. Everytime you’re invited to their house, you feel the most welcomed. So naturally, you feel a little vulnerable still being at their place after such a long time. Getting close to everyone in the family, practically being a Jung at this point. All these actions got you into a big problem that you caused yourself. Hooking up with Wooyoung.
You don’t exactly remember what went wrong in your head, how you got yourself into that position that your body was all over Wooyoung’s. Maybe it was that he just got back from tour, and he was staying only a few days. The tension in his body was unmatched, it was like his whole body radiated the tension off, and for some reason, you were there to catch it all. Since then, you both knew it’s more than just being family friends. It was everything, but that.
“You okay?” Suddenly, your best friend pulls you up from the water, looking worriedly at your confused gaze. You try to swipe the hair of your vision, seeing her standing with a trembling body in front of you. “You were under the water for quite some time, I thought you needed help.” She sighs, standing from one to the other.
“I’m okay, but are you? Your lips are all purple.” I notice the way her lips are trembling too, her body covered in goosebumps. She shakes her head and groans, turning around.
“It’s too cold for me! I’m gonna go inside, help the others with dinner.” She says, already climbing out of the pool, wrapping a towel around her body. “Stay with Woo, if you want to. Join us later, you guys just arrived, so relax.” She adds, and then leaves you in the pool within a second. It’s true that you arrived only an hour ago, driving all the way here from the city with a tired brain and back, so to be honest, it feels a little bit too good not helping the others this time.
You scan the backyard confusedly, not seeing Wooyoung anymore as his sister said.
“What?” You breathe out, your eyebrows furrowed together as you notice two hands snaking up the side of you. “No…” As quickly as the word passes your lips, you get pulled under the water.With a yelp,you open your eyes and see a blurry figure swimming towards you. Out of pure instinct,you’re trying to swim away to the other side of the pool, but he catches your thighs and pulls you back towards them. You yelp again and bubbles float out of your mouth but you quickly shut it before you drown from lack of oxygen.Two hands appear on either side of your hip,gripping it softly. You both go up, trying to get access to oxygen as you hear him laughing while brushing his wet hair out of his face.
“It’s not funny! I almost choked on the water.” You splash some water on Wooyoung to get him to stop laughing at you, you’re patience with him running short by the time. Your hair gets in your vision again, making you slowly get annoyed as you spend more and more time in the pool.
Slowly,the same hands stroke your hair out of your face,making you finally see as he’s lifting your chin up. As you finally open your eyes, you see Woyoung’s brown eyes staring down at you with desire in them. It makes your stomach flip, but at the same time you are anxious about anyone seeing you two. Your eyes snap back to Wooyoung’s again, seeing water droplets falling down from his slicked black hair and from his honey colored skin, mesmerizing you by his visuals. You notice his plump lips being all moisturized from the water, his beauty mark decorating his perfect lips.
“You’re okay, pretty girl?” He asks softly, his previous cocky behavior nowhere to be seen. Before you could drown yourself more in his beauty, you shake yourself a little and splash his face again, swimming further away from him. “Don’t do that ever again.” You warn him, looking back at him when you finally touch the shallow part of the pool, sitting down at the stairs. He laughs slightly, swiping the water out of his face once again, getting his body fully in the water again.
“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t know you’d get so sensitive about it.” He says, his eyes glued on you. With a shrug, you look away from him, not answering. You try to take your mind off from thinking about his hands literally touching your waist just a second ago. How you missed his hands on you.
“What are you thinking about so much?" He asks, curiosity sitting in his voice as he tilts his head to the side.
You look at him again, a thousand questions floating in your mind. Should you question him about how his life is going? “Do you really wanna know?” You ask while arching your brow up. He nods immediately with lustful eyes.
With a sigh, you lean back on your elbows. “Is it true?” As the question passes your lips, you don’t dare looking at him, but rather at the sky above you. The sun is getting low, the patio lights are yellowish and the pool lights just turned on. A minute passes before Wooyoung answers. “True what?” His voice is closer now, but you keep looking up.
You try to keep your guard up, even though you feel his body getting closer to you, the water moving around you slightly. “That you have a girlfriend now.”
As you say the words, Wooyoung quickly grabs your waist, pulling your body closer to his, making your eyes snap open to land on his perfectly sculptured face. He looks deeply into your eyes, now all playfulness is gone from them. “Does it matter?” Wooyoung eyes lock on your lips as he murmured. The feeling of his gaze on your lips just confirmed the intimate moment you two have. So without another thought,you put your hands on his waist under the water where no one can see it.
“It does. It matters to me.” The hands on your hips are gripping tighter, and your fingers crossed his v-line. Wooyoung sighs softly, closing his eyes and letting his head fall down on your shoulder.
“No, it’s not true. I wouldn’t be here otherwise, dumbass.” He suddenly picks your legs up and puts them on his hips.This way, you’re kind of laid back on the stairs, still not fully in the water. The move caught you by surprise, now gripping his bicep.
“Why didn’t you call me?” Now it’s his turn to question, making you bite your lip in thought.
“Because you’re kind of a celebrity.” You say it in a matter of fact way, because it’s true. Why would you suddenly call him up, when he’s traveling the world, seeing fans all around?
“It didn’t matter when I fucked you.” His voice is low now, whispering in your ear. Red color blooms across your face, making your stomach jump into a nervous knot at his voice,your thighs squeezing around his hips pulling him closer.
You try to take a breath, thinking logically. “We can’t do that again.” Your breathing is getting heavier as your lips are getting closer to his.
“Then why do you want it?”
You don’t know how to answer that. You seriously don’t want to answer his questions because it will only get you to be hot and bothered for nothing. And of course, he knows exactly.
“You don’t have to say anything, I already know the answer.” His nose is brushing yours, the adrenalin is so high you’re surprised you haven’t passed out yet. “Forbidden fruit is the sweetest, right?” He tilts his head to the side, and like magnets, your lips collide with each other in a heated and heavy kiss. The way he kisses you, his hands gripping your waist to keep you close to his body makes your heady dizzy, finally satisfied to feel his lips on your again.
Wooyoung swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, begging for entrance as you slightly open your mouth just to give him that. It’s messy, your teeth clashing together here and then as both of you urgently need the other. Like you want to hide inside him, getting more closer than ever as he wants the same. Wooyoung got needier the last time he was with you.
No.
“All I was able to think about was you.”
One of your hands is tangled in his black hair while the other is sliding all the way down to his swim truck. It feels wrong to do this again, but you’re far too gone now.
His hands are massaging the fat of your ass, his hardness poking at your stomach lightly as he keeps his hands glued on you.You moan softly in his mouth from the friction, then you catch him slip his fingers carefully under your bikini bottoms all the way to your clit. His smug grin appears on his face while kissing you, and never letting you go. Heavy pants surround the two of you as the moon is starting to come up to the sky, Wooyoung catching your hand to drag it all the way down to your core.
With delicate kisses on your neck, he whispers. “Pull your panties to the side for me.”
The way he talks has you melting in no time, forcing your brain to focus on holding your underwear to the side as you feel his fingers slide inside your warm walls.For him, it was like getting sent back to heaven. The way your walls wrap around his fingers, wishing it was his cock instead,has him moaning above you, inviting his mouth in more to feel his tongue on yours again. His pace matches with the way your breath quickens, moans and groans filling the backyard.
“Woo, we have to stop.” You pull a few inches away to look in his lustful gaze. “I won’t stop here,Y/N” He takes the flesh on your neck between his teeth and starts sucking it. “I’m not going to wait another year for this.” He groans into your neck as his painfully hard cock brushes the side of your thigh. A whimper escapes you as you let your head fall back to the edge of the pool. “I…”
At this time, he pushed your whole body to the tiles of the pool, and stroked himself to your core to ease his pain, his fingers now gone. He manages to get another moan out of you before a door shuts in loudly. You both jump away from each other and look up at the porch seeing the Jung family’s dog wagging his tail with a toy in his mouth. For a second a cold shiver runs through your body at the possibility that someone caught you two.But then Wooyoung’s eyes found yours again and you both let out a laugh at the pathetic situation.
However, it was a close call. No one can ever see the two of you together, especially in this house. You watch him as he is starting to get out of the pool up to the porch to his dog to throw away his toy. He turns around and heads to the door.
“Where are you going?” You ask as you finally get out of the pool.
“What do you think? I have to take care of this before the guests are here.” He gestures to his obvious bulge in his pants. A giggle gets out of you and he just rolls his eyes.
Right, the guests…
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“So, Y/N honey, how was university this year? You’re not too hard on yourself right?” Wooyoung’s mom winks at you and laughs a little as she looks at you from the head of the table. You laugh along, nodding. “Everything is fine. My grades were a little low at the beginning of the semester, but I got myself together and it’s all fine.” She smiles at you with a warm gaze and turns back to the guests at her side.
You look around – the whole table is full, when they said that they were expecting a few cousins you thought it was really just a few, not a whole army. After you and Wooyoung got interrupted outside, you decided to go and get yourself presentable for the guests. It was an annual thing that the family invited people from here and there to throw a summer party, and it was no different now.
“And you Wooyoung? When will we finally see you with your wife and kids on your back, huh?” An older blonde woman asked, “I heard that you have someone!” You almost let out a scoff but held back as he turned to the woman with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
“Oh yes, I have someone, although I don’t really know what she thinks about marriage and kids yet,” He continued “She is closer than you might think.”
You put your drink back down after a few coughs. The woman arched her brow. “Who wouldn’t want to marry you, honey?” She patted his hand and turned back to her partner.
He visibly felt satisfied with that answer, the old lady practically stroking his ego with that comment. And who are you to let that slide and get to his head? Under the table, you gently stroke his crotch with your heels. He looked fantastic tonight. Wearing a white button up shirt, and a black dress pants. Simple, but on him, he looked like a Greekgod.
He shoots his eyes to yours as you smile at him sweetly like nothing happened. He takes a deep breath and clears his throat. Let the game begin.
Slowly, he takes his small spoon and drops it under the table,your eyes following his actions.
Oh how cliché. - you thought.
“Oh, whoops.” He curses under his breath and looks around if anyone sees it, of course his sister looks over for just a second, then turns away and starts chatting. You already knew what was going to happen -- so you let it happen.
Wooyoung being under the table gives you many ideas and so you prepare yourself to the worst, but then you can feel his hand slowly wrapping around your ankles. Lifting your feet out of your heels you find his crotch again, and slowly stroking it against his will. You can hear a faint groan under the table, but luckily the chatting in the room is loud enough to cover it. Wooyoung’s fingers are bunching up your dress, just to have enough room for what he’s about to do. You quickly cover your abdomen with your napkin,then suddenly - a cold and piercing feeling strokes your wet folds making you gasp out. A few eyes land on you but you shake your head and laugh it off “Sorry.”
What the hell?
What is he….?
Then again, you can feel the cold against your throbbing clit and his hands gripping your thighs. After a moment you realize. Your eyes widen as you mentally curse at yourself and at him.
Is he really…?
And he strikes again. It feels so good, the cold spoon stroking your wet folds, sliding up and down making your hips move a little bit. You are trying so hard not to moan out loud as Wooyoung is working magic with a spoon. It feels so sick and disgusting, let's not mention that this is happening in front of the family. But it feels so good. He’s moving the spoon quicker by the time, and you have to bite down on your lip to keep your whines and moans.
Like it’s not a torture enough for you,out of nowhere, he slides a finger into you, making you buck your hips up and let out a low sigh.
Once again, a few pairs of eyes look at you and - “I just feel a little nauseous, sorry.” You give them a tight smile as you grip your chair. You’re going to explode – at any minute now and he can’t control himself. You know he can’t. He gets off the pleasure of yours, he lives for your satisfaction so if he sees that you like it, it takes a lot for him to keep himself back.
His fingers are moving in sync with the spoon, but you can’t take it anymore. You push your chair back and stand up. “I’m going to the bathroom.” You whisper into your friend’s ear. She nods and squeezes your hand.
As you walk away, you glance back at the table to see Wooyoung getting up from the floor and sitting back, a visible smirk plastered on his face. You shake your head and walk towards the stairs to hurry up to the closest bathroom you find.
It shouldn’t be obvious right? I mean if he now gets up and says he’s gonna check on you like a loving family friend, then everyone should believe that right? Fuck it. His cock was rock hard against his pants and he needed a release with you. He has been waiting for it.
So he stands up and says the exact words he said in his head. Nobody seems to care, so he turns around and hurries to the first bathroom that comes into sight, exactly where you went.
He puts his hand on the door, but before knocking he hears a faint whimper. A rush of adrenaline shivers through Wooyoung and puts his head on the door. He smirks to himself as he knocks on the door. The minute you open up the door he pushes you against the sink and kisses you deeply. It’s intense, and quick. He doesn’t want to waste any more time. He knows you want him, just as much as he wants you.
“You’ve been keeping yourself warm and wet for me hmm, princess?” You tilt your head back to let him lick the side of your neck. With his leg he closes the door and locks it with one hand.
“At the table, you acted like a bitch in heat. Stroking me under the table? Fine, have it your way then.” Wooyoung hisses as he can feel you getting handsy, already unbuttoning his dress shirt as his fingers zip down your dress, kissing all over your chest.
Your hands travel down to his pants impatiently, taking his cock out as beads of pre-cum leaks down on your fingers the minute it slaps against his abdomen. Moaning at the sight, he lifts your legs to wrap it around his waist holding you close. His broad shoulders tense when you bite his neck, marking him visibly. Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.
“Woo,please…” Your pleading echoes in the bathroom while Wooyoung grips your thighs to keep you pressed against the sink, feeling his cock pressed against your clothed core. You grind against him, making him groan out as he tugs your panties to the side. His fingers immediately find your tight entrance,pushing them in and making you moan out as you grab his unbottuned white shirt.
“Tell me what you want, darling.” He nuzzles his nose in your neck, biting on it and kissing the hurting sensation after, while his fingers indulges in your puffy walls. It feels like your whole body is on fire, only aching for him as he’s impossibly close to you.
“You, inside me. Now.” You tell him straight up, you’ve been waiting for this since you had your first time with him.
Wooyoung smirks to himself as he listens to your pleas. “Beg for it, baby. I know you can do better than that.” With a light lick, he leaves a mark on your neck while his fingers tease the rim of your entrance, making you squeeze your eyes shut. It really became a torture with his cocky behavior, not letting you get what you want. The air between you long gone as your hands caress his glistening abs, your mind still trying to make up to finally say the words.
But him, seemingly sensing your doubts, he suddenly lets your legs drop to the floor, and in a second he turns you around to face the mirror. “I’ll make sure you do better than that.” Wooyoung adds, forcing your upper body to lean on the counter in front of you, caressing the skin all the way down to your core. “Be a good girl for me, and play with yourself baby.” He adds, guiding your hand once again down to your aching point. As his hands caress your ass cheeks you can’t help but let out a whine, your fingers curling around your clit to get yourself off already. But you know it won’t work like that.
Wooyoung loved playing around, and it was no different now, as he squats down to be eyes level with your glistening pussy, waiting for his plump lips to be attached to. So he does exactly that, slowly tasting you on his tongue, making him immediately groan out. It takes you by surprise, as you feel the sensation of your fingers around your clit and his tongue shoved deep inside you. As he moans against your pussy while massaging your ass gives you a wave of pleasure, making you hang your head down to the counter, his actions resulting in you being a moaning mess.
“Come on, baby. Just say the words.” He sounds desperate too, wanting nothing more than to be inside you. But who are you to deny him now?
“Please Wooyoung, I need you to fuck me.” You breathe out, your head getting more dizzy as he suddenly pulls away from your soaking core and smacks your fingers away from your clit, denying your climax for the third time today.
“There you go, pretty. Was that hard, hmm?” He hums against your ears as he kisses your exposed shoulders, his hands spreading your ass further as his other hand is lining himself up to your entrance. For a few times, he strokes his tip between your folds, making him groan out as he throws his head back slightly, veins popping out on his neck. “Keep looking in the mirror.” With a simple finger on your chin he turns your case to the mirror, watching yourself almost drool at the way he’s teasing your hole. “I want you to see yourself fall apart on my cock.”
And with one simple move, he pushes his leaking tip into your warm walls, groaning at the feeling finally being inside you. “You’re so tight, Y/N. Fuck.” He groans, his hands gripping your waist as you try to inhale normally. As much as you want to keep your head up and watch his cock slide in and out of you, you can’t help but let your head hang down at the feeling of him throbbing inside you, his cock brushing against your cervix with one swift thrust.
Wooyoung remained in place as he let out an erotic moan at the depth, while you on the other hand, were panting and trying desperately to blink away the tears out of your vision. “See, princess? See how much of a whore you are for me?” Wooyoung added as you tried to get a grip on something.
“Mhmm” You couldn’t even form a word at this point, already deep into the feeling of him finally being inside you again.
The sound of his waist hitting your ass echoed loudly in the bathroom, and the sound only got more repetitive as he began to properly move. His cock was so deep inside you, that you can see a bulge forming in your stomach when you look down between your bodies.
“You’re so perfect, doll.” He grunted, dropping his head on your back momentarily then thrusting into you mercilessly. “So fucking good. You’re so tight and-- fuck!” He moaned out when you clenched down on him uncontrollably, making him lose his mind. “Shit, don’t squeeze me like that,” He grunted once again, swiping his hair out of the way. “You nearly made me come.”
“D-don’t act like – ahh – you didn’t like that.” You panted out, little groans leaving you as you put your hand on the mirror in front of you.
Wooyoung smirked, seeing the struggle of your hands not going anywhere. So in one swift motion, he pulled out and turned you around, making you sit back down on him without a warning as he fully seated back on the toilet, making you squeeze down on him again. With a satisfied sigh, he brushed your hair out the way and kissed the side of your neck. This way you felt him deeper inside you, almost thinking he can rearrange your insides. Without another sane thought, he thrusted up into you, making your eyes roll back, holding back a moan.
“Let me hear you, pretty.” Wooyoung thrusted up continuously as you tried to ride him, your nails bunching up his shirt on his back, your hand sneaking up into his hair to finally feel them between your fingers. He sighs into the crook of your neck as you scratch his scalp, however, he refuses to give you a break, continuously drilling his cock in you, his lips itching down to your collarbone. His cock kept rubbing along the perfect spot, making you cry out in a quiet – “Right there Woo,”. And the louder you cried, the more intense that feeling got. You could barely see through the blurry and teary eyes as he watched you with fully blown dark eyes and jaw tense as he fucked almost split you open. The hands that were grabbing your waist a second ago quickly pulled your bras down to attach his lips around one of your nipples, sucking and biting down on it as he was trying to get something out of it. Your toes curled as he switched between the two, his waist refusing to stop as he thrusted up into you powerfully, his hands slamming you down on his cock.
“You’re tightening up, doll. Are you gonna cum?” Wooyoung could barely laugh as he groaned his question, feeling you clenched down on him again, now your climax is inevitable.
“Yes, fuck! Woo, I’m gonna-” You whined, hugging his head closer to your chest as your release closed in.
“Come baby, let me feel you milking me dry.” He groaned, the grip on your waist tightened as he moved his hips at a rapid speed, making you reach your climax in no time. Cumming around his cock you throw your head back as he bites into your nipple once again to contain his moans, feeling himself throbbing inside you uncontrollably. With a final thrust, he paints your walls white as he still feels your clenching around him, making him groan deeply, pulling you tightly against him while he watches his own cum oozing out around his cock. With a chuckle, he gathers it with his finger and brings it up to your lips to taste. A confused look plasters on your fucked out face, trying to breathe normally again as you watch him smile sweetly at you.
“You don’t think I’m done with you, right, birthday girl?”
i wrote this to my lovely friend who had their birthday recently<3 @liloraet
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More Than Anything Pt. 3 - Gepard Landau x Reader
Gepard Landau x Reader // pt. 3
Part 1, Part 2
content: f!reader, smut, mdni, nsfw
Synopsis: One day Serval brought you home and you have been a part of Gepard's life ever since. When he discovered he had feelings for you, it seemed it was too late.
Masterlist
Song mentioned: Bad Omens - Death of Peace of Mind
It was Saturday afternoon and for the first time after months, Gepard finally had the house for himself. Usually, Serval and her band will be flocking around the house because they’ll have practice from noon until early evening. And of course, that means you and your boyfriend will be here too so it’s the best choice for him to avoid going home. Today, he was free from all of that.
After he watched your performance for the last time a few months ago, Gepard knew he was too deep in love with you to stay friends. The thought of you drove him crazy. The idea of not having you made him feel insane. He doesn’t even know he had this side of him, a toxic trait like this. Indeed, love is a death of peace of mind.
He thanked Serval though, for not making any fuss about him keep skipping her performances. The first time he declined her invitation to watch her gigs, Serval just nodded her head and pat his arm.
“Alright, brother. Just talk to me if something is bothering you.” She knew. After all, Gepard cannot hide anything from his sister. He felt bad for her, but he promised this won’t take too long.
He didn’t expect it will be this hard to deal with whatever he felt for you but he knew he was going there. He is a man of determination after all. He muted all of your social media, he steer clear of you. If he saw Blade’s black Jeep parked in front of his house, he would drive away to somewhere else. Usually, he goes to Dunn’s bar. He gets a free drink from that guy though. Or he will just do some boxing training in the gym. Which is a great way to channel all of his emotions.
The sound of punches hitting the sandbag could be heard from his room, echoing in the hallway. Sweat drips on his face, on his body, but Gepard is too focused to care. He kept hitting the sandbag as hard as he could. He found this is a good way to stop thinking. Stop thinking about you, or stop thinking in general. Sometimes, Blade’s face flashed in front of him though, right on the sandbag. It made him hit the sandbag harder. And when he ran out of energy and realized how silly and childish his thoughts are, he couldn't help but laugh in embarrassment.
Gepard stopped his punches as he heard the sound of his doorbell rang. He wasn’t expecting anyone today, and Serval has her own key. Who is it? Gepard was about to ignore it, assuming it was probably some salesman selling shady items. But when the doorbell ring rapidly over and over again, he got pissed off. He grabbed the nearest t-shirt on the bed and stormed off to his front door, ready to put this rude visitor in his place.
However, all of his anger melted down as he saw you in front of his door, alone, looking up at him with a distressed look.
“Oh…” he breathed out your name, a name that tasted so foreign on his tongue but now he realized how much he missed saying it. He gulped nervously, analyzing your figure, your face. It’s really been a while since he saw you, and you’re still as beautiful as the last time he saw you, even without that hypnotizing smile that always greets him every time he saw you. All efforts he did to forget you went down the drain.
“Umm… Is there… Is there something you need?”
He could see you were on the verge of crying. He didn’t know what to do.
"Is… is Serval home?" your trembling voice sounds foreign to Gepard's ears. His jaw stiffened with worries. You were trying hard to hold back your tears, that much he knew. What the hell’s happening with you?
"No, she hasn't come back," he said, "Are you alright?"
You sigh before giving him a smile, a fake one he notices, "Yeah, I'm alr-" a sob cut your sentence as you broke down into tears in front of him.
"I'm sorry, Gepard. I'm not… May I… May-"
Not knowing what to do, he grabs your shoulders and invites you in, "Hey, hey, it's okay. Just let it all out," and you did as you naturally wrapped in his arm, crying your eyes out into his t-shirt. And now he’s suddenly aware he’s sweating like hell from his training. He probably smelled bad too. He just hoped you were too busy crying to notice. He also hoped you won’t notice the sound of his heart rapidly beating inside his ribcage by having you in his embrace.
Gepard guided you to the loveseat in the living room area, the same seat he saw you the first time in your boyfriend’s arms. Here you are right now, crying in his arms. Life’s kind of funny, he thought.
Gepard didn’t say anything much and let you cry as much as you want. He didn’t know what to say, except bunches of: “It’s okay, I’m here,” or, “It’s fine, just cry all you want,” anyway. But he made sure you felt safe in his arms. He brushed your hair and your back and embrace you tighter when your sobs got harder.
It went on for more than half an hour, he figured out as he checked Serval’s steampunk-themed clock on the wall. He can feel the front of his t-shirt dampened by your tears. His body also started to go numb under your weight. However, he didn’t mind all that. Your crying had ceased but you still clutched the side of his t-shirt tightly, as if you were scared he will disappear once you let go.
“Are you okay now?” he said softly, still brushing your hair. You slowly lifted your head, resting your chin on his chest as you gaze up at him with red puffy eyes. Your makeup was a bit messy, but you’re still pretty in his eyes. Even prettier now, somehow. Gepard felt sick realizing that he found you prettier after you cried.
“Yeah…” you whispered with a croaky voice.
“Care to tell me what happened?” he said, feeling his chest tighten once he saw your frown deepen. “It’s okay if you don’t want to-”
"Blade cheats on me…" you said softly he almost didn’t catch it. But he did and it made his blood boil. That fucking guy. He already got you and had the audacity to do that to you? Who the hell did he think he is?
"He's stupid,” Gepard meant it, not only because he wanted to make you feel better. He wanted to say worse things about the other guy, but he held himself since he’s your boyfriend. Or ex, now? It looked like you were about to cry once more but you hold back.
"Am I not beautiful enough, Gepard?"
That’s a stupid question. You’re beautiful, especially when you were busy doing your own things. When you were singing and dancing. When you were writing lyrics on his kitchen island. When you were performing on the stage. You were stunning. You were beautiful. But you’re the most beautiful when you were smiling at him. He wanted to see you smile at him once more, and he would do anything for that.
"He's just an ungrateful asshole," he said, cursing and thanking himself at the same time for not saying all that thought he had for you. “You are beautiful…” That sentence came softer, and feel almost like a whisper. He was feeling bold, even though he kind of regretted saying it since now you look at him in the eyes with an unreadable expression. This is probably the closest distance you had ever been from him. He can see all of your facial features better. He can see the smallest shift of expressions on your face. He can see your plump lips open up slightly before you speak.
"Kiss me then."
It seemed he was not the only one who felt bold. Gepard thought you were messing with him. He studied your face, expecting you to burst out laughing, and said you were only joking. However, he found nothing in your eyes but desperation. Desperation to get any validation, anything to pick up the pieces of your crumbling heart, perhaps.
Before you can retract back what you say, Gepard captured your lips swiftly in his. Without hesitation. Probably an action he had so much confidence in doing after a while. It was a slow kiss. He made sure he memorized every inch of your mouth as his tongue made its way to dance languidly with yours. A soft moan slipped from your lips as he moved away to admire your face.
“You are really beautiful,” he repeated, gently brushing your hair and tucking it behind your ear. He emphasized the word to make sure you really listen to him, to make all of your doubts disappear. Your face turned a bit red. That’s enough to make him kiss you once more, a little harder this time.
Gepard lifted your body from the sofa to his lap. Following his lead, you straddled him, deepening the kiss as you circle your arms around his neck. He can’t help but grunt as he felt you bite his lower lips, tugging it a bit hard before you swipe your tongue softly on it. In response, he grabbed your butt and reposition you better on his lap. You probably felt his hard-on as you sit on it. But he doesn’t care. Maybe he wanted you to feel it. He wanted you to know that’s how much he wanted you.
“Gepard…” you whispered out his name. Like a spell, a grunt left his throat as he grabbed the back of your neck, tilting so he can trail kisses on your skin. He kissed, licked, and sucked your skin until splotches of red appeared on it.
“I think we should move to my room,” he said once he reluctantly pulled out from you, already missing the way you taste on his tongue. As far as he’d love to screw you on the loveseat, he probably can’t live a day after Serval walked in on him doing her best friend.
As you get up from his lap, before you can process anything, Gepard already captured your lips in another heated kiss. While he did that he grabbed your thighs and picked you up like your weight was nothing, thanks for all the workouts he did. You immediately encircled your legs on his waist as you kiss him back, needy.
He broke the kiss once you arrived in his room, throwing your weight on his bed. Gepard looked down at your figure, the situation slowly dawned on him. Here you were laying on his bed with a ragged breath, eyes locked with his, hazy with lust. Your fingers slowly moved to unbutton your shirt, one by one, eyes locked with his. He gulped as he saw your lacy baby blue bra revealed below your shirt.
“Go ahead,” you said, teasing him. Gepard dropped his knees between your legs, once again locking his lips with yours.
“Beautiful,” he growled between the kisses. He had fantasized about this moment several times in his sleepless nights, admiring you from head to toe, tracing every curve and line on your body. He thought the time would slow down as he memorize every inch of you. However, he couldn’t even form a coherent thought as he rained kisses from your jaw down to your chest, hands struggling to unclasp your bra. His mind was hazy as your hand made its way to his painfully hardened length. He grunted as he felt you stroke him through his boxer, slow and sensual at first before the pace fastened.
“Feel good?” you purred in his ear.
Asking for another validation, it seems, and Gepard willingly gave it to you by thrusting his hips to your hand and groaning deeply, anything to make you keep stroking him.
“Yes,” he voiced helplessly. Smiling in satisfaction, you push him away for a bit, much to his disappointment. However, his jaw almost dropped as he saw you pull down his boxer by the waistband, his hardened length immediately sprung free from its cage.
“W-wait-” he shrieked in panic, looking down at you whose lips were dangerously close to the tip of his cock, “I haven’t showered.”
You only rolled your eyes in response, immediately licking his tip before putting half of his length in your mouth. Gepard felt his face turn hotter as he saw you skillfully run your tongue down and up his cock. You, who he thought he would have to forget today, were going down on him, sucking him, moaning with nothing but a pair of skinny black jeans. Probably the same skinny jeans the last time he saw you performing in for the last time. Gepard gritted his teeth nervously, still worrying about the fact that he was probably sweaty down there. But when you try to take all of his lengths down to your throat, he can’t hold out the loud grunt that left his mouth as he threw his head back.
“Oh, fuck-” he hissed, hand immediately going on top of your head. Gepard grabbed a handful of your hair as he fucked your throat in and out. Your mouth felt so warm around him, felt so fucking good. You were nothing like his imagination. You were better.
This is it. This is his reward for being a saint, for being patient in enduring all the torture you gave him for the past few months. For enduring all the time he saw you embracing and kissing your fucking boyfriend. Now here you are, looking up at him with teary eyes with his cock deep in your mouth.
Gepard pulled your head back as he felt the fuzzy feeling inside his stomach start to intensify. There's no way he's going to end this so soon. Not until he was buried deep inside your pussy.
“Pants off,” He commanded as he started to strip himself out of his boxer and t-shirt. Suddenly feeling like taking charge. Probably from the amazing head you just gave him. Your lips looped into a teasing smile, but you obeyed him immediately, tugging and pulling both your panties and skinny jeans off at the same time.
Fully stripped, Gepard trapped your naked form beneath his body, taking you into another hasty make-out session. His hand worked toward your wet pussy, rubbing around to find your clit before flicking it gently. A sweet moan erupted from you, fueling Gepard to rub it even faster.
"Gepard," you breathed into his mouth, fingers pressing hard on his arms, "I need you."
Something he had been dying to hear after all this time. He could only imagine it before, not even in this kind of situation. But this had to be the perfect situation to hear it.
He bit your lips and tugged it passionately before he pulled away from the kiss to grab his cock and aligned it with your pussy. His cock twitched as he rubbed it on your wet labia. He couldn't wait to be buried deep in you, but Gepard was hesitant since he probably didn't prepare you long enough. And he didn't have a condom with him now.
"Hurry," you moaned, whined, looking at him in desperation. Spreading your legs wide to invite him.
That's all it took for him to push the head of his cock to your entrance. Fuck it, he'll just pull out later, he thought, feeling a sudden rush of thrill in his stomach. Slowly thrusting in, Gepard growled at the sensation of being in your pussy. Maybe it was from all the pent-up sexual desire he had for you, or maybe because your pussy is just really tight and slippery, it was nothing like he had imagined before. He almost thanked Blade for cheating on you and leading him to have experienced all of this with you. Almost, because you still didn't deserve it. But fuck, your pussy is warm and tender as it sucked and clenched on his cock. So thanks, Blade.
"Fuck…" he breathed, hissing as he pulled in and out of you. Fast at first but then pistoning slow and hard to prolong the sensation of you clasping around him. Your eyebrows creased as you let out a loud moan when he thrust hard in, once, twice. He must be hitting your sweet spot.
Gepard took one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking and licking it gently. You mewled in pleasure as a response, hips moving following his motion. Seems like he's not the only one who wasn't patient to reach your high. Your hips started to buck with more urgency as he circled the bud of his fingers once again on your hardened clit to help you get off faster.
"Kiss me," you begged and he leaned down to slip his tongue in your mouth, immediately caught by yours hungrily. Gepard himself started to feel like he was about to lose it. He was seeing stars on the back of his head as he closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your tongue on his, of your slippery wall around him.
But his pride wouldn't allow him to finish before you. So when he felt your body tense and slowed down, he felt relieved and immediately pulled out of you, splattering cums on your chest and stomach. He pumped himself a few times to milk himself dry, eyes gazing at your body, beautifully covered in cum. Once the last drop fell on your lower belly, Gepard let out a loud sigh and threw his head back.
"That was amazing," he heard you saying. Opening his eyes, he saw you close your eyes with a peaceful smile on your face. Not a sight of evidence that you've been crying over your asshole ex-boyfriend.
He hovered on top of you, bracing his weight on both his forearms to give your lips pecks. You smiled on his lips, kissing him back.
"Thank you, Gepard," you breathed, looking at him with pure affection, shifting something in him. As much as his mind wanted to tell him to assess this situation more, Gepard can't think of one negative outcome of this situation. He just knew from that moment, he wanted to make you happy. He wanted to prove that he isn't someone like your ex-boyfriend. That for all this time, all you needed is him.
A/N: Forgive me if I made several mistakes because this is my first lengthy smut :"D Boxing Gepard is inspired by the way he punches destructible items. Something shifted in me when I saw him violently punch them...
Me, next, Gepard... Stealing this from Twitter because I don't have himmm aaaaarghhh Gepard pls come home ;_____;
Anyway, I hope whoever read this enjoyed it~~~
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Please Don't Leave Me (Pt. 18)
Bucky x Reader
“She said she wanted to watch a movie.” Nat said, pulling the blankets out of the cabinet. Everyone stood in the kitchen area finishing their chinese.
“What are we going to watch because I vote no to the Great Gatsby, Rogers.” Clint spoke up.
“What? We only watched it once?” Steve said offended.
“And that was already one time too many.” Sam deadpanned.
“So what do we watch then? Any ideas?” Bruce interjected.
“How about The Hobbit.” Y/n answered from the doorway. Everyone looked over. Steve got up and walked over putting a hand on her back.
“How are you feeling?” He said softly.
I could tell Steve was beating himself up about the whole thing. We had gotten really close after Bucky ended things but lately it feels like we hadn’t seen each other. He really felt like a big brother.
“Good. Excited for this. I miss hanging out with you guys.” Everyone smiled. I knew they missed when things weren't always so serious. I couldn’t help but notice how distant Sam was. He never even looked in my direction, too interested in twirling his chopsticks.
“I actually am down for a little fantasy action.” Tony said. I picked the movie because I knew that both Steve and Bucky hadn’t watched it but they both had been enamored with the book when it came out.
“Perfect. I can go to the store and get some snacks for you guys-”
“Already done” Nat stopped me. She pointed to the bags of popcorn and candy next to the sink. I smiled. Nat was so underrated.
“Okay, let's get started then.” Everyone made their way to the couch and I waited for Bucky. He probably needed a little alone time. I wanted him to sleep after being up all night last night. I settled in the love seat that I knew he would join me on eventually. The movie started and I hummed. I felt so happy being with everyone. It's crazy what 2 years can do to a person. It wasn’t that long ago that we were all strangers. It was only a few minutes when I felt a dip in the couch and arms wrapped around me.
“Hi, doll. What are we watching?”
“The Hobbit.” I answered.
“Really?” His eyes lit up. I nodded.
“Who chose it? I really wanted to watch.” He said eyes glued to the screen.
“I did.” He pulled me closer so that my head was on his chest. We sat like that for a long time. Everyone was really into the movie, laughs filled the room when Merry and Pippin set off the dragon fireworks and Gandalf scolded them. At some point I fell asleep. I was woken up by Nat’s hand on my forearm.
“Hi.” She smiled.
“Hi.” I smiled back. I looked over to see Bucky fast asleep on my arm.
“How long have we been out?” I whispered to not wake him up.
“A half hour. The movie ended a few minutes ago. We are going to play a game in the other room if you guys want to join.” I nodded. She left and I touched Bucky's face softly. His eyes opened slowly and he seemed like he didn’t want to be woken. I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Hi, sleeping beauty. We are gonna play a game in the other room.” He nodded still groggy. He lifted his head and I stood up to be yanked back down. I laughed.
“Not so fast.” He brought me under him and his stumble touched my jaw.
“I believe it is very rude to wake someone up. You have to pay the price.” He smiled.
“Oh and what price would that be?” I laughed a hand in his hair.
“Cleanup!” Before I knew what was happening he ripped himself from me and ran into the other room.
“Fuck you!” I laughed. That was the rule, the last person has to clean up after games, dinner, movie night. I sighed and folded the blankets quickly and brought the empty popcorn bowls into the kitchen. God, Thor could eat a lot.
“Y/n! Come on! We are playing truth or dare!” I heard Clint yell from the other room. I smiled. Always so childish. I entered the room and everyone was around the glass coffee table. Thors’ hammer acted like a decoration sitting right in the middle. I sat next to Steve and Nat.
“You know the rules. Dare is a dare. No leaving the tower or doing anything that might get us arrested. Truth is just that.”
“LAME.” Tony interrupted Nat once again.
“Maybe we could do a little seven minutes in heaven after this-”
“Jar.” I pointed to the large glass mason jar on the bar.
“What is wasn’t even that cras-”
“Douchebag jar now. 50 bucks” Tony got up like a child and stuffed a 50 in the jar. There had to be almost 1000 dollars in that jar and that wasn’t counting the jars in random places around the house.
“As I was saying. If you don’t do that dare or truth you either lose a piece of clothing or take a shot of this asgardian liquor.” Nat smelled it and made a face.
“Please! I would love to see you all drunk off your asses.” Clint laughed.
“Banner you’re up.” He looked around the room.
“Steve. If you could trade lives here with anyone, who would it be?” He asked. Oohs floating around the room as one of Tony's secretaries brought out drinks.
“Hm. Probablyyyy Thor. I like the whole flying thing.” Thor smiled.
“Okay okay my turn. Tony. When was the last time you cried?” Steve always with the truths. I was thoroughly interested in this answer.
“I don’t know probably the day I was born. Oh no wait- Dummy dropped my last slice of pizza the other night. It was my favorite slice. It had everything…cheese, pepperoni, and a little dash of hope.” He pretended to shed a turn and when no one reacted he sat back up.
“Man, nothing. Okay. Ummmm y/n.” He smirked at me.
“Oh, good lord.” I rolled my eyes. Of course he would pick me.
“Sext the last person you texted.” Everyone laughed.
“You’re such a dick.” I laughed as I pulled out my phone. I immediately screamed into the couch.
“No, no, no. Give me another one.” I begged. Everyone laughed.
“Who is it?” Nat picked up my phone. She immediately started cackling her hand over her mouth.
“It's a group chat with Steve and Fury.” Everyone was dying except for Steve whose face was bright red.
“Oh come one y/n you never back down.” Clint laughed. I dramatically sighed picking up my phone. I opened the chat and typed. A second later Steve's phone dinged. He laughed.
“What are you wearing right now!” He was almost crying. I buried my face back into the couch.
“Tony. I will get you back for that. Alright let's see. Natasha. Tell me about your last wet dream.” Everyone oooheed. She got really close to my ear and started to whisper.
“It was you, me, and Steve. Right after a mission and…” She kept talking and I tried to keep my face stoic but I could feel my face getting redder by the second. Everyone was watching me intently. After a particularly erotic line I stopped her.
“Okay, okay, okay. I got it.” She started laughing. I pushed my hair behind my ears but smirked at Nat. Bucky gave me a look and I could tell he wanted to know.
“Thor. Out of all of us, who do you think is the best in bed?” He was about to answer.
“And not yourself.” Nat jokes. Again everyone laughed.
“Hmm no one comes close to me, I assure you..” He sent a wink our way.
“But I would have to say probably one of those Super Soldiers. Barnes!” He held up his glass and we all laughed.
“Is it true?” Nat asked. No one answered. Bucky looked to her.
“What?” He scoffed.
“Y/n, is it true?” I smirked behind my own glass. Nat held her head back and she screamed.
“I knew it!” Bucky's face was so red I was sure it was gonna explode.
“My turn.” He said immediately.
“I dare you all to go to Studio 54 next weekend” I raised my eyebrows.
“That’s still open?” Steve chucked.
“What is it?” Bruce asked. I was wondering the same thing.
“It’s uh a nightclub from when me and Steve were…” He trailed off. He was definitely flustered and it made me smile.
“Don’t ‘me and Steve’ anything Bucky! It was all you. Always had two girls on your arm and danced the night away. I was just a fly on that wall.” Steve accuses but he was laughing.
“Ohhh. A nightclub, Barnes. That sounds fun.” Nat teased.
“I’m down. I want to see what things were like back when the dinosaurs were still roaming around.” Tony said with his hand raised.
“Good. Then those little girls you like to hook up with will know what it's like to dance with a fossil.” I shot back at Tony. Everyone was laughing and I couldn’t help it, I was too. Tony rolled his eyes.
“James, I think that’s a great idea.” I looked at Bucky and he was already looking at me. His eye contact never wavered. It was always such an intense feeling. It felt like we were the only people in the room. I picked up my phone to text him as the game picked up again.
What should I wear?
I heard his phone vibrate and he looked at me. I looked down to the seat beside him and he picked up the phone. He smiled.
I already have something picked for you, doll. But you know I would rather you wear nothing at all.
My breath hitched when I saw the text and he knew the effect it had on me immediately.
I’m sure that could be arranged, Sergeant Barnes.
“Y/n.” I looked at my phone again and began typing.
How about something like this?
I sent him a picture I had taken after a shower that I intended to send to him.
“Y/n you have to do it!” I snapped my head up. What?
“Huh?”
“Clint dared you to drink the asgardian liquor Thor brought.” Nat nudged my shoulder.
“That’s the dare? Pft.” I grabbed the class on the table. Steve took it from my hand.
“No no no. That one.” He gestured to the tall class of straight liquor. My stomach dropped. Oh fuck. I was thinking a shot of that stuff that would have surely gotten me drunk. Not 10.
“Either that or hm I don’t know, that shirt is looking real nice on the floor.” Tony said. I rolled my eyes.
“Give it to me.” I sighed. I stood up to grab the glass and mentally prepared myself.
“We like to drink with y/n, because y/n is our friend! And when we drink with y/n she gets it down in 10! 9, 8,-” I threw it back and it tasted like battery acid. I heard everyone chanting around me and I swear to God I threw it back up into the cup before it went down. I finished the glass on 2 and slammed it on the table. Thor was cheering extra loud. I immediately felt tipsy. I sat back down and landed on Nat’s lap, both of us laughing. She put her arms around me and we stayed like that the rest of the game. Someone dared Tony to take off his clothes and get in the suit, Bruce ended up eating some weird concoction, Thor did Nats makeup blindfolded, Clint had to go skinny dipping, Steve and Bucky had to learn a Magic Mike routine and perform for the group, and then there was me. I was so drunk. Like barely functioning. I found myself dancing on the bar and the music was blasting. All I wanted to do was dance with Bucky.
“Bucky!” I was jumping in circles. He made his way over to the bar and grabbed my leg trying to slow me down. I grabbed his hand.
“Dance with meee” I tried to tug him up. He rolled his eyes and climbed up on the bar. He stood still while I danced and I frowned. I pulled out some whacky move and he finally caved. I screamed. We kept going back and forth until he had my back to his chest and we were just touching each other. I clearly saw Nat and Steve dancing and I internally reminded myself to tease her about it tomorrow. Feel so Close by Calvin Harris came on and it was over. I don’t remember everything that happened next but I know we danced forever and eventually I felt someone scoop me up and bring me to mine and Bucky’s room. I hit the bed and I smiled.
“That was the best night everrr.” I could hear the faint sounds of music from downstairs. We were both sweating. It was too hot to get under the covers.
“I know. I had fun too, doll.” He laid next to me and I pulled him close.
“I’m gonna marry you James. I’m gonna marry you so hard.” He let out a booming laugh and he rolled onto his back, his hand on his bare chest. I laughed too.
“I’m gonna marry you even harder, Y/n L/n.” We held each other's gaze and we fell asleep both on our backs holding hands. I don’t think I will ever get over this feeling.
@blackbirdwitch22
IM BACKKK
#bucky barnes#bucky x reader#depressing shit#james buchanan barnes#please dont leave me#panic attack#james barnes#calvin harris
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so real quick i need to explain something about warped tour 2008 before i get into this story. bloodsource (you know, the blood donation place) had this thing where if you were 18 or older, signed up beforehand to give blood at warped tour, and then actually showed up and gave blood, you would be given a wristband that allowed you full access to the parking lot where all the artists parked their buses. this a crazy gimmick and i hope it's something that isn't revive with the new generation of warped tour because, as i'll get into, it wasn't executed very well.
so anyway when i was 15 years old, i went to warped tour 2008 with an 18 year old who was on that list. she had signed up with a different friend who was 18 but that friend bailed on her so she took me instead. first thing we did when we met up was head for the bloodsource tent to get our wristbands. my friend swore to the bloodsource lady that we would 100% come back to give blood, knowing we wouldn't be able to because i didn't have ID that matched the name on the list and i wasn't old enough to give blood anyway. the bloodsource lady was skeptical (and rightly so) but gave us the wristbands anyway (does anyone else see the problem with not IDing us? because an underage girl was just given an all access pass to all the musicians on warped tour). after receiving our wristbands, we immediately made our way to the buses. my friend was in love with william, so that's who we were looking for. we didn't find him (we never did, actually), but we did find tai...'s bus. we knew what it looked like because they kept showing it in episodes of taitv (maybe they shouldn't have done that?). andy was hanging out so we said hi and got pictures. really nice guy. we decided to come back later, because there were a few sets we wanted to catch and we wanted to check out the merch.
fast forward to later that evening. we ended up out by the buses again around dusk. this is where i'd like to pause and mention that in this bus lot, there was no security whatsoever and hardly any lights set up. super unsafe, super sketch. the only security was set up outside of the gates and only to check badges and wristbands. once you were inside, you were shit out of luck if something happened to you. idk if this was just a thing at this particular amphitheater or a massive oversight with this bloodsource gimmick in general, but whatever. it's not like there was (and still is) a huge problem with grown ass men sexually assaulting literal children in the scene or anything.
ANYWAY we went back to tai...'s bus to once again look for william. and once again he was not there. but you know who was? mike. and he was literally standing all by himself in the near dark, doing nothing. he wasn't drinking or smoking or seemingly waiting for anything. the man was literally alone outside just standing there. now it had been less than a year since the last time i met him and made a fool out of myself (i was 14 and awkward and in love!!!) and i was pretty anxious about word vomiting at him again so i kind of stayed quiet. and most unfortunately for my friend, mike also decided to stay very quiet and kinda just said single word sentences at us. not in a rude or mean way, just in an awkward, probably high out of his mind way. there was a lot of awkward silences and stares. but nothing weird, mean, or inappropriate. in his defense, we had caught him off guard, in the growing dark, on what was essentially his front porch, and one of us wasn't talking. so whatever, he was weird, we were weird, we took pictures, thanked him, and left.
we were a few buses away when i felt like i was being watched, so i turned around and there was mike again, attempting to hide himself behind the bus but absolutely failing to because i could fully see him. it's too hard to describe what i saw so here's a rough approximation
(except he was not smiling, he had that classic dead eye mike carden stare on his face)
and the thing is, we made eye contact. so he knew i saw him. and i was like well ok that's totally normal and i turned back around and whispered to my friend "so...he's watching us" and she said "he is not" and i said "ok but he is" and she turned around and you know what? he was still there. and she nervously laughed and grabbed my arm and we kinda hauled ass out of there.
now i do not really have any explanation for this, similar to having no explanation as to why william standing in my hallway in his underwear. i have to assume he was simply confused about our presence in the bus lot, but also incredibly stoned, so not able to make quick judgements and act like a normal person. but who really knows what's going on in that dude's noggin. im just glad he's way more normal now.
#every day of my life has been a complete horror comedy#i've come to the conclusion that they are both deeply haunted individuals with complex mental processes that no one can hope to comprehend
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thoughts on svt lollapalooza 🎉🩷💎
i can't believe i have to write this rn because it means the concert has ended 😭
overall performance
the set list for this was quite interesting to say the least. they covered most of the basic songs but i was surprised at the order they chose to sing them
i was quite impressed by their ability to cover jun's roles in both the songs and the choreo. it felt seamless (both fortunate and unfortunately) and they were still so cohesive nonetheless. spell without jun felt a little awkward though (but that's just me being used to a 4-person team 🥲)
i always love their outfits and this one was no different. the casual vibe of denim and white tees were nice against the intense choreo. it also made them feel more relatable in a sense because it just feels like watching a group of guys have fun rather than something super calculated
i luv my team i luv my crew
people with the most aura gains in this performance: hoshi, scoups, minghao, jeonghan. they had my attention every time they were on screen. possibly mingyu too but that man is just irresistible to the eyes so he takes the spotlight without even trying
hoshi? is? literally? crazy? being svt's hype man, being the concert hype man, performing fighting, spell AND cheers with full choreo + his rap, giving 110% to every other performance. energy is flowing out of him & i want a quarter of however much he has leftover because it will still be more than what i have experienced in my life
my boo and boy dk fighting for their life because they had to keep singing with little to no breaks in between + hitting all the high notes at that... they are truly one of the most extraordinary vocalists ever
HUGE shoutout to joshua & vernon for being svt's personal translators. it was so nice of them to take charge but also convey their members' words to the crowd. it cannot be easy trying to translate what 5 other people are saying all at the same time
everyone did a spectacular job and i am so so proud of them 🫶���
misc. thoughts
hearing "caratdeul" from our beloved general leader fixed something in me fr. no one has ever called me in such an endearing way (except joshua maybe because his 'caratdeul' is so swoon-worthy)
to be honesttttt there was a weird vibe between svt and carats..... i heard about some drama happening in berlin about stalkers and rude fans so maybe i'm just projecting but they didn't seem to get as many personal crowd interactions like they usually do + all the fans swarming towards mingyu when he went to the barricade seemed slightly uncomfortable. svt was just a little off with their personal fan interactions imo (which good for them if it means protecting themselves)
all in all, another performance slayed 10/10 svt world domination
#i feel like i had more things i wanted to say while i was watching the live lmao#but i dont want to talk about the sad stuff it feels so solemn writing this already#also i’ve watched tooooo many svt concerts 😔 i literally know what hoshi is going to say next and how many times he’s going to repeat it 😔#anyway guess what im wearing to school tomorrow!!! (denim)#seventeen
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My best friend finally finished Shoujo Tsubaki and like me he more felt "that was a lot, but makes you think", he's on the boat that despite her crazy side Beni is pure toxic Mummy energy, he joins me on my slight attachment towards Kanabun, but he said something that kind of felt needed to post:
What IS the reason the circus was so toxic?
Was there something we don't see? Everyone seemed "calmer" by the end, so something happened
And we watched the live action which btw WHAT THE HELL IS KANABUN'S OUTFITS?! WHY IS MY BOY LOOKING LIKE THAT!? ALSO THE REASONS AS TO WHY THEY ABUSED MIDDY FOR A GUY THEY NEVER MET BEFORE WAS STUPID I AM SORRY!
Anyway, we watched the live action movie and we both agree something still feels off
Nice nice. Okay, about the toxic and abusive nature of the circus….
This is all rooted in the eroguro genre.
Eroguro is a genre that emphasizes on human depravity, decadence, and violence that were very prevalent during the early Showa era of Japan. The freaks are essentially the epitome of this, because of their bizarre, erotic and grotesque lifestyle and their deformed, odd appearances.
Mr. Arashi, the ringleader, essentially had 100% control of their lives and gave them little to no freedom, which is probably what made them even more aggressive and toxic.
Ofc, they all have their different and personal reasons for their personalities, but this is the big one to focus on.
I enjoyed watching the live action and yeah, Idk why they made Kanabun look like that. But, they were only rude to Midori in the live action, they didn’t abuse her??
But yeah, the live action was kinda unnecessary and I think what would’ve been better is if they made an animated remake, like they did with sailor moon, berserk, and FMA.
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If you're not too busy could I please ask for a yandere L where he gets jealous because light is too close to L darling and I hope you have a good day or night
yeah of course! i hope this is what you had in mind (^_^)
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𝐿𝑎𝑤𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑡 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 | 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆
𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏
enjoy!
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it was a work day and you were just hanging with L while you both did work on the case, he was making you laugh like crazy cause of the jokes he was telling.
L didn’t seem happy at all with what was going on, you took a glance at him as you felt his eyes on you and Light for a while now. you brushed it off not thinking much of it as you had to keep your relationship with him a secret from the others.
“Your so pretty when you laugh.”
Light spoke when you laughed once more at his joke, it caught you off guard and put you in a weird position cause your secret boyfriend was watching you and him, and you didn’t want to be rude with Light.
“Oh, thanks.”
is all you said as your eyes drifted to L. Lawliet then made a comment on Light and you.
“That’s pretty pathetic, even for you Light. Although other guys would say that I never thought you would. Using your charms and good looks to get to Y/n, how lame of you.”
L said with a straight face, Light was in shock and stood quiet from then on, you worked on the case as best as you could trying not to think about what just happened. the rest of the task force was stunned by his comment as well. who would’ve thought he would say something like that.
later that day you and L heard back to his room in the apartment complex he built. you went into his room with him and dressed undressed yourself. you took your shit off and began to look for a new one when L grabbed your arm.
“What the hell was that?”
“I hate to see him make you laugh, I should be the only one who makes you laugh Y/n, you know I love you so stop talking to Light.”
he spoke out, your eyes widened in realization that your boyfriend was obsessed, it was kind of a turn on but you were still a little pissed off with him.
“Don’t you ever get that close with him or anyone else again, and don’t make me jealous like that, I wouldn’t want to have to show you who you belong to.”
all you did was nod as he kissed your lips, you kissing his then you both pulling away.
“Good, now get some rest. We have to be up early tomorrow.”
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i hoped you liked it :) - please excuse any grammar or spelling mistakes
@kiannas-stuff
#yandere#death note#l lawliet#lawliet imagine#lawliet x reader#lawliet fanart#lawliet packs#lawliet layouts#lawliet icons#ryuzaki lawliet#death note lawliet#dn lawliet#lawliet headcanons
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For the prompt!
Kayami and Obito, romantic, playing with hair ;u;
HII!! Thank you for waiting! I'm sorry this is probably not as romantic as you envisioned it, but once I have an idea I just go off running with it!! We can just imagine they keep doing this and then it will be romantic eventually. Hope this is ok, thank you for borrowing me your boy <3
Obito x OC
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Rain noise bled into the building from the entrance door and Obito sighed with annoyance. He was thoroughly tired of Amegakure and its constant stream of rain. When he was younger and sweating every summer in the burning heat of Konoha he would have never expected to one day be tired of rain, but here he was. It was just too much.
Unfortunately, since he had decided to hide behind the image of Pain he had no choice but to be alright with the base of operations being around here. After all, Nagato and Yahiko were known to be children from Amegakure and if Obito wanted the Akatskui to stay undetected, it was better if they hid among this closed off, shut away, city.
Still, he at least wished the breeze of Kirigakure back. It had also often rained there, because of the tides coming in and out, but at least there had been sun sometimes.
He watched the gathered members from underneath his mask and tried to take assessment of who was around. Hidan and Kakuzu were on a headhunting mission together, probably driving each other crazy and Konan and Nagato had left without a word. Itachi and Kisame were chatting at the back with each other, while black Zetsu and white Zetsu were having a heated argument somewhere else.
Obito had no time to wonder why Sasori and Deidara hadn’t come back from their mission when the door suddenly burst open. “I hate this weather,” Deidara moaned in anger. “It ruins my aesthetic.” For once Deidara and Obito shared an opinion. That didn’t happen too often.
“Senpai,” Obito sang in his Tobi voice, “Welcome back. I see you got into a rain shower and- oh, who is that?”
Behind the big puppet that was Sasori, a young guy walked into the hideout. His hair was long and white-blonde and with his arms crossed in front of his chest and suspicious eyes he looked like he didn’t trust any of them.
“That is Tamano Kayami, we have been looking after him for a while now,” Sasori’s deep voice came from his puppet. “He’s a descented of an important clan, but we’d rather not tell you the details. Where is the boss?”
I’m right here”, Obito thought bitterly and the Madara side of his personality immediately switched to fight mode. But he had been good at channelling Tobi in the last few years and Tobi was, unfortunately, not important, so he needed to accept that he wasn't going to be included in secrets.
“Oh, is the newbie a special prince?” Tobi asked and got up to walk over to Kayami who’s lips curled a little at the sight of him. He was probably already deciding in his mind that Tobi was nothing but a loser he didn’t need to spend time on, just like Deidara and Sasori had before him. There was no better personality to hide behind than a fool.
Kayami pressed his arms together tighter: “It’s a little rude to ask this stuff without introducing yourself, don’t you think so?” He was two heads smaller than Obito, but his stance looked like he was ready to fight. Obito involuntarily grinned under his mask. Feisty.
“I’m Tobi,” Obito sang as a reply and took a bow, making sure he bowed how female actors do just for good, silly measure. “I am the secret ingredient of this place.”
Seemingly amused, Kayami looked over to Deidare who just shrugged: “We let him believe that.”
What kind of special lineage might this guy have, Obito wondered and tried to put out feelings for chakra levels. He was certainly skilled, even with his small build, but Obito could not quite assess what was special about Kayami. Still, if Sasori felt like he was special enough for his skills to be reported directly to Nagato, then he was probably very special.
If he wanted to find out who this guy was and how he could be used in Obito’s plans, then he needed to get the information out of Kayami himself. Sasori wouldn’t give it to him and Nagato already hated him anyway.
Kayami shook himself and drops of water landed on Obito’s arms. The boy had apparently made the march through Amegakure all without a raincoat. Maybe the others had refused to tell him where the hideout was in case he was a traitor after all. Whatever the case, he was now dripping with water, his hair looking wet and tangled.
“Newbie has such beautiful hair.” A genius idea went through Obito’s head. “Tobi once had beautiful long hair, you know, very spiky just like he has now. Do you want Tobi to take care of yours?”
The other boy's lips curled again: “Uhm…” His eyes flickered to Deidara who shrugged as if to say “I mean, he is offering.”
“Fine,” Kayami said and looked directly into the one eyehole of Tobi*s mask, “but if you do something weird I’ll slit your throat. Doesn’t seem like anyone here will miss you.”
Obito had to grin again, he couldn’t help it. “Tobi will be really gentle,” he whined, “Please don’t hurt Tobi.”
He took Kayami’s hand and walked the boy over to a corner with two chairs right next to each other. On the way over Obito quickly took Deidara’s hairbrush without the guy noticing and then gestured for the other man to sit down. Kayami did, though he still looked very sceptical.
Though very wet, Kayami had very nice hair anyway. It felt like silk in Obito’s fingers and once he put the brush to it, the tangles were cleared up so quickly, leaving a shining, long, even mane behind. This was nothing in comparison to the mess Obito had to deal with when his hair had still been long back in Kirigakure.
“You should give that back to Dei once you are done,” Kayami said suddenly, forcing Obito to stop in his tracks.
He put his head to the side playfully: “Give what back?”
“The hairbrush you took,” Kayami answered a breath later.
“Oh you saw that,” Obito replied in his best Obito voice adding a giggle at the end just for good measure. When it came to his real feelings he had to admit that he was, in fact, a little impressed by that. Obito was a good pickpocket and none of the other Akatsuki had ever caught him before. “Newbie has good eyes,” he added. “Is he an Uchiha by chance? No that's impossible they are all de-”
“Yeah, possibly,” Kayami replied to Obito’s genuine surprise. “I mean, not exactly sure, but it is definitely possible that there is part of that family in me.”
Weren’t all the Uchiha dead? Obito frowned beneath his mask. Tamano, he thought, Tamano. It felt like he had heard the name before in relation to the Uchiha, but though it was on the tip of his tongue, he could not really place it. The name tasted like long wooden hallways and narrow streets and hot summer days spent in the Uchiha district’s special school, and yet the memory didn’t want to become clear.
“That means you are very special then,” Tobi sang. It was probably best to try and dig deeper here. “Is that what scorpio and senpai think of you as a little prince?”
Now wonderfully straight and silky smooth again, Obito absentmindedly found himself curling a strand of the other man's hair around his finger and then letting it go again. It also smelled good if he was honest with himself. What was this guy doing with Deidara and Sasori, when he was evidently so good at taking care of himself, both in appearance and defence.
“Tsk”, Kayami made and then stretched a little, but didn’t pull his hair out of Obito’s fingers. “I don’t know what you are playing at, but you can drop the act.” He glanced over the shoulder at Obito. “Honestly this voice must be straining to you.”
“Voice?” Obito put his head to the side again. “This is how Tobi speaks.”
Kayami let out a breathy laugh and his hair fell into his face: “This must be all a big joke to you, huh.” He looked up directly at Obito again. “I can feel that you are incredibly powerful, so I wondered at first why you are hiding behind this silly demeanour, but I get it now, you are probably just trying to hide how strong you actually are.”
“Huh?” Obito made and then realised he had spoken in his real voice by accident. He quickly caught himself again. “Tobi is just Tobi.”
A lot of Akatsuki members knew that Tobi was just a personality Obito was playing, but that was because he had deliberately told them who he was. And even then he had lied to them about who he was so that nobody actually knew who he was. The other members, though great shinobi in their own right, had fallen for his Tobi persona hook line and sinker. And now this guy, who Obito had talked to for maybe an hour in total, and figured out he was acting right away? Impossible.
With another laugh, Kayami got up: “Fine, Tobi is Tobi, I won’t tell the others.” He patted Obito on the shoulder as if he was complimenting a small child on their play pretend.
Obito suppressed an angry growl and reminded himself that he still didn’t know what this guy’s deal was. The name Tamano seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place where. Until then Obito needed to be patient and not reveal his identity. Kayami could suspect him of acting, but there was no way he could get proof of anything. Obito just needed to commit.
“Newbie has beautiful hair, truly” Tobi said and put his hands behind his back like a shy girl, “Can I brush his hair another time again?”
Kayami raised a brow and then touched his neck with his right hand as if there was something itching there. “Sure,” he said slowly. “I don’t see why not.” And then, more to the side than to Obito: “The weather in this dump probably won’t get better.”
Tobi repeated the girly courtesy from earlier. “Tobi is so happy.”
The blonde man gave Obito a long look, as if he was still trying to decide what his deal was, but then he shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t forget to give Dei his brush back.” He turned and walked away.
Obito watched him go and turned the hairbrush in his hand. Whoever this Kayami, one thing was for certain: They had just gotten a very interesting addition to their organisation.
#fic tag#here i am with my ninja clan#other peoples ocs#naruto fandom roundup 5/6#only my long fic left#time to say goodbye slowly blaring in the distance
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Luck of the drink - SasuHina Month Day 4
The original prompt was something along the lines of 'You don't know my order, but damn you made it correctly' and this happened.
Day 4 | Día 4
“Knowing their favorite drink” | “Conocer su bebida favorita”
“First touch” | “Primer roce”
“Come on!”
Hinata struggled to keep up with Ino’s quick steps, trying to figure out how she could move so quick in heels.
“Ino-chan, I don’t even like coffee.”
“Yeah, because you’re so insanely picky about the flavour.”
She wasn’t wrong. Hinata preferred sweet coffees, but half the time it meant the syrups overpowered any coffee taste at all and just tasted like concentrate. Half the time she stuck to teas but with long days at her family’s company, the one in charge of fundraising and the such, coffee was what she needed to get through the day. Ino was supposed to be helping her finalize floral centre pieces for their company donor dinner and now she was being dragged in the opposite direction.
“This guy, is like a god. Knows just what you like and makes it just how you’d imagine. Doesn’t hurt that he’s hot as hell.”
“I’m sure Sai would love to hear that.” she replied sarcastically.
“Well, they’ve both got pale skin and dark hair, so clearly I have a type.”
Hinata rolled her eyes, giving in. She supposed as long as she got coffee at the end, she shouldn’t complain.
The coffee shop was called Cat’s Flame. It was a darker than most chain coffee shops but it was cosy with all the faded couches, shelves of books to borrow or buy when reading and little nooks of tables for studying. Behind the register was a guy about their age. He seemed familiar, though she couldn’t tell with his long hair half covered by a slouch beanie. He had snake bites and was more focused on his phone screen than Ino approaching him.
“Sasuke!” Dark eyes looked up, cheek smooshed against his hand and unmoving as Ino skipped over. “My regular please. And this is Hinata! My best friend since middle school. I’m working with her family for their doner dinner. Could you make a cup for her?”
Sasuke dropped his phone on the counter, slouching up much like a cat, though a snake felt more accurate.
“I didn’t tell him what I want.” Hinata whispered, watching him move around the machines, grinding beans and setting milk to be foamed.
“Relax, he knows what he’s doing.” Ino reassured. “Ok, so remind me of colours for the event. Please tell me it’s not the same boring black and white.”
Distracted with event details, she forgot about Sasuke making his mystery drinks, at least until he slid over two to go cups, Ino’s name on one.
“700 yen.” he announced, picking his phone up again and shoving the card reader closer as he slouched down again.
“But what if I don’t like it?” Hinata asked, still not touching her cup, while Ino scooped hers up, taking the top off the blow it cool.
“You gonna drink it before you judge?” Sasuke said, fixing his hand to hold up his head while still fixed on his phone.
Huffing, she took the cup, doing the same as Ino to cool it before taking a small sip. It was sweet, the slight bitterness of the coffee mixing perfectly. For some reason, it reminded her of breakfast.
“Not so bad now huh? 700 yen.”
“I got it. If you start with him, you’ll never stop.” Ino said, tapping her phone on the card reader. “Thanks Sasuke!”
He didn’t reply as Ino dragged them out, still focused on his phone.
“He’s so rude!” Hinata couldn’t help but blurt out once they were a distance away. She looked at Ino like she was crazy when she burst into laughter.
“That’s how he is. I knew him in college and I crushed so hard. He turned me down and called me annoying all in one sentence. He just doesn’t do well with people. He reacts with rudeness rather than just stay silent. But it’s good right?”
As annoyed as she was by his behaviour, Ino was right. It was good.
“Come on. If we take any longer, all the fresh flowers for mock ups will be gone.”
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With a week before the dinner, donors throwing their demands at her, not to mention needing to chase her father down to get answers from him, Hinata felt herself crashing. Hanabi was helping, no doubt because of this being their bigger dinner of the year and took her break by ordering coffee for them.
“I think you’ll like it.” she promised, going over to where Hinata stood attempting to fix the seating chart thanks to another petty argument that happened to spark a rivalry between two donors. “Konohamaru suggested the place. Said his cousin goes there all the time.”
“What did you get me?”
“You’ll see. The barista won’t mess up.”
Hearing that reminded her of Sasuke. The coffee had been good, just the right amount of espresso to help her through the day so by the time the crash happened, she was home. She’d be tempted to go back had it not been for his behaviour. He seemed so unenthused to be there, if they fact he was staring more at his phone than anything else was the best proof to go by. He had a comment or a reply for anything, it was insane. It was also insane how much it bothered her. She delt with petty and quick to anger people all the time, not to mention those who looked like doing their job drained them of every ounce of happiness they had. So why did the way he act bother her?
Coffee finally arrived by the time she and Hanabi had figured out how to seat everyone without casualties. She knew her father wouldn’t be happy about some of the groupings, but if he didn’t want a bloodbath on his hands, he’d have to deal with it. A knock on the door had Hanabi sprint for it, no doubt dying for her drink after the amount of thinking they had to do.
“Delivery from Cat’s Flame.” a very familiar bored voice announced.
Sasuke stood at the door, small traveling case in hand. He held it as he unzipped it, handing Hanabi one cup and walked in to hand Hinata the other. He also handed her a mildly heavy paper bag, smelling of pastries. She hadn’t realised just how hungry she was until she smelled the sugar wafting off of it.
“Yum. what is this? It’s amazing.” Hanabi asked, stealing the bag and heading over to the couch in Hinata’s office
“Cortado with vanilla syrup.” Sasuke sounded just as bored as the last time she’d seen him. He wasn’t wearing a beanie this time, his long hair pulled back into a messy half bun. It exposed the earrings that lined his ears.
Hinata took a sip of her coffee, expecting it to be the same sweet drink, which she later realised had been maple syrup. But it was the familiar taste of a London Fog, which while technically coffee, was made with tea. But this had something extra.
“Did you put an extra shot in this?” she felt impressed when Sasuke nodded, focused of pulling something from his pocket. The coffee and tea taste weren’t a weird mix. It was pleasant with the right amount of sweetness. He’d done it again.
“Receipt. Have a nice day.” the minute she took the paper, he turned, pulling his phone out and left without a care.
Seriously, did this guy have any care for anything?
“He was cute.” Hanabi was halfway through a Bear claw.
“He’s so rude. Ino took me to the cafe before. He was focused on his phone pretty much the whole time. And he was so sarcastic and rude.” she still gratefully drank the coffee. The extra shot of espresso was going to be exactly what she needed to get through the day.
“Still cute. Be honest, you’d love to be that uncaring about things.”
Working for her family would have been fine had it not been for their strictness over everything. The Hyuuga family was perfect to everyone, except those in it. She wasn’t about to admit her sister was right. She wanted to rebel just as much as the younger generation of their family. That didn’t mean she’d want to be like Sasuke. There was a difference between letting go and toeing the line of being let go.
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The donor dinner, so far, was a success. She’d managed to get ahead of 3 fights, 2 tantrums from full grown adults and a nitpicky guest. She deserved a drink, even more so after seeing the Otsutsuki family arrive. They’d been trying to get her father to marry her to their only son, Toneri, since the families started working together. She dodged a rather tall guest and headed to the bar when she was stopped.
“Hinata-san! It’s so good to see you.” Uchiha Mikoto, wife to the head of the family kindly greeted her. “You did an amazing job as usual. The flowers look spectacular. Was it the Yamanaka family again?”
“It was. Can I get you another drink?” Hinata asked, noticing her near empty glass.
“Oh, that’s alright. My son is grabbing me one. In fact, I don’t know if you’ve met him.”
“Itachi? He came to the last silent auction we had.” she didn’t forget the kind and quiet heir to the Uchiha family. He and Neji had been running circles around each other talking about whatever had gotten them talking.
“No, no. Not Itachi. My youngest son. Oh, there he is now, Sasuke!”
Turning, Hinata felt her face flush red in embarrassment and shock when Sasuke, the same barista who’d been serving her the exact drink she needed, eased his way through the crowd to them. His hair was styled out of his face, though all his piercings were sitting in place. He handed one of the glasses to his mom, taking her other one and sipping from that. The other glass in his hand was untouched until he handed it to her. Hinata decided to sip it and sure enough, whatever skill he had with coffee translated into alcohol as well. Soda water, grapefruit and some mix of other syrups and gin. Her usual mix of drinks; strong enough to give her a buzz, but diluted enough to help her get through the rest of the party without issue. How was he this good?
“Sasuke works with his older cousin Shisui at his coffee shop. The family business never kept his attention, so between his fencing competitions, he works there. He represents Japan in the Olympics on the team.” she gushed.
“Oh?”
“Though at least we know when he retires, he’ll have a good job. His accuracy in guessing a person’s preferred drink is amazing.”
Sasuke gave Hinata this smug smile, that caused her to pout. He was teasing her, she knew it.
“Maybe you’d be interested in seeing me prove myself on Friday, at the cafe before opening?”
Was…he asking her out? She should have asked what was going on, why he was so suddenly interested but she found herself agreeing. The moment, she had a chance, she found Ino, hoping she’d get sense talked into her to cancel.
“Ooh, he finally asked?” Ino interrupted once she told her that Sasuke was here.
“Finally asked what?”
“Asked you out? He called after I took you to the cafe and was asking quite a number of questions about you. He sounded like Sai.”
Ino’s boyfriend was completely in love with her, even with his lack of understanding emotions. If Sasuke was like him…well, guess she’d have to find out on Friday, before the shop opened.
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just because ive seen people mentioning losing friends because of the 1975, i have a collage friend group that HATES matty and cannot stand him (although they agreed with kissgate) and they would bring him up more than me basically just to talk shit which really pissed me off as i stopped bringing them up (despite them being my special interest and one of them being a smiths listener). the other friendgroup im kinda closer with now they are matty enjoyers so ive got them to watch the zane lowe interview so when anything has happened ive been like guys please can i talk about this and we have had very in depth, nuanced conversations which make me feel not insane for still being a fan. but we had a big server on discord with pretty much everyone in it and there was some argument which made things a bit cold but then collage group had said something about what matty said at fins in the other chat and i got annoyed and ranted about that (among other things) so a non-collage friend made the server into matty server and started shit posting so everyone started leaving and one of them was typing for what felt like forever and then just left after changing their name to matty healy is a racist😭 which was lowkey funny and probably just catalysing the inevitable 😭 but both groups now dont really which isnt purely because of the 1975 but it definitely played a part and now things feel sooo off between me and collage friendgroup but it might just be not seeing everyone on the daily - 🐸
Omggggggg I’m so sorryyyyy :(((( that sounds really really stressful. I matty hater friend group sound a bit too bitter to me? Like, if they’re bringing him up more than you, just to talk shit, and they know you’re a fan, like that’s not cool! And sounds rude to me.
I’m glad that the other group aren’t like that and that you feel safe sharing your enthusiasm for the 1975 with them. You’re not crazy for still being a fan! Nuanced conversations are important and sadly few and far between these days. If the thing that gets people talking more is the 1975 then that’s good!!
Idk, maybe those people aren’t usually this way, and you certainly know them more than me but changing their name to “matty healy is a racist” before leaving sounds hilarious but also kinda middle school to me lmaooo. I feel like if someone hates something/someone THAT MUCH, then they must have a morbid fascination. Or like have secretly become a fan and see in denial about it lolllll.
I really hope this doesn’t upset you though! Cuz you deserve positive relationships and for the band to be a source of happiness not friend drama :(
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pt. 24 so much has happened since january. i turned 18, found out the guy I was getting with had a gf, then soon after that ended, I got a bf then cheated on him, graduated high school, lost my toxic friends & gained new friends & got a new job. I also met someone, a guy, he showed me shr00ms. I still feel like im silently going crazy after taking them. I want to write my experience in details before i forget. him & I were laying on his couch after taking them. everything felt normal ish, there was a faint feeling of everything seeming “fake”. He got up to use the restroom & when I moved, that's when I realized it hit. I first realized when I looked at his door, it was moving. I just kept starting at it, blank minded. I felt relaxed. He then came back & we wanted to go out to the balcony, I stood up & my legs felt so weak, I really thought I wouldn’t be able to walk out the door with how unable I was to walk, I had to really think with every step I took. We then cuddled on his chair out on the balcony, I was laying on him, but my mind was completely blank, I was just watching everything move. we talked a little then he went to the restroom again. I sat up & that's when everything was hitting. I kept hearing voices in my head & just observing everything in front of me. The first voice I heard was so mean, I want to say he because the voice was so deep, almost demonic. He was mocking me when I said not to speak in such a rude tone & telling me that I would be stuck with him forever & ever repeatedly. he kept coming & going but I told myself to lay down & I started thinking of my body & my conscious as two different things. I touched & felt my nose & started to laugh, thinking “my nose is so cute” & I just felt so happy & beautiful. I then realized how crazy I looked & sat back up & I also swear the sky opened up for a second. the demonic voiced was back, I swear with how mean that voice was, I could've gone crazy. Another voice then appeared, it was one of a woman's, but it was such a soothing voice, she sounded calm & content & the things she said calmed me & that other voice down & I felt a purple aura emitting from my core. He then came back from the bathroom. for what felt like forever, it was only 8 minutes. we talked a little & we went back to cuddling, I was silent again because my body completely disconnected from my conscious but at a much deeper level where I could see my whole life in perspective from outside my own. That's when I realized I was doing everything wrong, nothing of my life was what I wanted, I just got lucky to be where I was at the moment. I sat back up & started talking to him, which is good because I needed to ground myself. we both talked about our childhood & it really did reflect on how we are now. we looked at the stars through the clouds & the h1gh was fading for both of us so we smoked a little & kept talking. I was still laughing & we were listening to reggae the whole trip & it was so nice. I looked at him & he never looked more beautiful, I just wanted to keep staring at him but I looked away. I noticed I wasn't tripping anymore but I enjoyed his company. The morning of, I woke up & nothing felt real, I didn't know if I should've said something so I stayed silent. When I got in my car after leaving, as soon as I sat down, I started crying, nothing felt right, I nearly had a panic attack on why nothing felt right, I wanted to d1e right then. I hung w my friends the same night & I couldn't even speak, I was so out of it. I left very early compared to them & they were all concerned, telling me to drive safe & such. I started driving & it happened again, I started balling crying but as that was happening, nothing around me felt real. I physically felt so alone & I fell into a deep panic attack, I called my best friend as I didn't feel safe at all almost like something bad was about to happen. she talked to me & helped me ground myself until I got to my room & I slept. I still feel like something is missing & the paranoid feeling keeps coming & going but I have no idea what to do with myself now.
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Kick Harder
Pairing: Chris Evans x actress!reader
Summary: if the whole world was watching, Chris would still dance with you.
Word count: 1.3k words
Warnings: fluff, talks of anxiety, rude fans
A/N: are we surprised that it's another dad!chris fic? Lmao I hope you will love it guys. Sorry that it's not my greatest work, love you all xxx
English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, questions, recommendations, or just vents are always welcome.
happy reading <3
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As a child, you’ve always dreamed of being an actress. When kids your age were watching Disney movies, you were watching movies from Jodie Foster and Tom Hanks. The world of Hollywood and the filmmaking industry were so fascinating. In your eyes, it felt like a fever dream. Everything about it was drawing you in slowly. Nothing in this world could change your love for acting or the goal of becoming one.
There was a slight problem.
You had social anxiety. And that is not a good quality, especially for a want-to-be actor.
Being an introvert and having social anxiety was not so easy for you. Hell, it was difficult for anyone that was suffering from it. Children made fun of you for not answering back. They never picked you up during gym and made fun of you when they heard you wanted to become an actress.
After many therapy lessons, you became a little more confident and finally got the nerves to audition for a role in a movie.
The movie changed everything for you.
It was a daughter-mother dynamic, and Michelle Pfeiffer played the mother. You were thrilled when you got the callback, saying you got the part. It was one of the year's best movies, and Michelle won an Oscar, and they nominated you as the best supporting actress. It didn't matter that you won nothing because it was never about the awards. You wanted to become an actress because it gave you happiness. It also gave you your current boyfriend, Chris Evans.
You and Chris met in 2017 when they announced that the two of you would play lovers in the new Greta Gerwig movie. He was dating his girlfriend back then. The two of you immediately hit it off. He was always nice to you and wanted to hang out with you. Chris was mesmerized by how you looked and how professional and childish you could be on set.
If he had a smile, it was because of you. Everything good happening to him was because of you. And Chris wasn't complaining. He took you out for coffee during breaks and introduced you to his dog. Chris was friendly to you, and you were nice to him. Social media went crazy when they saw pictures of you together and speculated that you and he were together. Of course, those weren’t true, and you would never do something like that to another woman.
But the truth was, the more Chris spent time with you, the more he fell in love. You had so much in common that he thought you were like his female version. There was a slight age gap, but not too big. Chris thought seven years were reasonable enough to have a relationship with you. But he had to break up with his girlfriend first.
It wasn’t a big surprise to the media when Chris and his girlfriend announced their breakup. It was a big surprise to you because never thought he would break his relationship to be with you. Not even once during your conversations did you ask him to do something like that. You didn't even 'hint' it to do so.
He started dating you five months after the breakup. Chris didn’t want to rush things and get all the media’s attention on you. So, he waited. He bought you gifts, took you back to Boston so you could meet his family, and even took you back to his place to make you his famous pesto eggs.
Everything was perfect. Until you found out that you were pregnant. You and Chris were beyond excited and happy with the news. Building a family was one of his biggest dreams, and that It came true because of you couldn't be better in Chris' eyes. You knew it was a little early in your relationship, but you loved him, and he loved you, so it didn’t matter.
Chris announced the news to the world and proudly said he would be a father. The media was shaking when they got the information, relieved that Chris would finally be a 'daddy.' But a group of people also wanted to hate on you.
The fans of his former relationship were not so kind, to say the least. Messaging your death threats, spreading fake rumors, harassing your family. It took a toll on you. The fact that you weren't the most confident woman in the world didn't help with the situation, either. You were trying hard not to read them since you didn’t want your baby to feel any stress, but you couldn’t help yourself. You read every single threat and cried about it every single time.
That’s how Chris found you when he got back home. He met with his team about the situation, trying to protect you as much as possible. It hurt him a lot, too. To see that the love of his life and his baby were getting threats made him sick. He had one purpose in life: to protect both of you.
He saw you sitting on the couch, crying. His heart broke immediately. He felt tears building up in his eyes and slowly walked towards you.
“Honey, talk to me. Is everything okay?” He wanted to punch himself in asking you a question like that. Of course, everything was NOT okay. He broke his promise to you. He swore to protect you and the baby forever, and he failed. He failed as a partner and as a father.
You slowly looked him in the eye and saw him crying like you. You hugged him hard, burying yourself in his chest and wanting never to leave there. His heartbeat was the only thing that comforted you, the only thing that gave you a smile on your dark days. Nothing else could help you.
Until.
“Chris?”
He panicked a little when he heard your high-pitched voice. Millions of scenarios went through his head only 2 seconds after you said his name.
“What, what is it? Is it the baby? Is there something wrong? Do you want to go to the ho-” You stopped his talking by putting his hand on your swollen belly, and time stopped for Chris.
He saw your lips were moving, but he couldn’t hear a thing; everything went silent.
The baby kicked. The baby kicked for the first time. The miracle that both of you created just made a move, saying that it was living inside you.
Chris couldn’t control the laughter leaving his lips and the tears escaping his eyes. He looked at you and saw that you weren’t much different from him. You were smiling like crazy and crying your eyes out.
“I think our baby wants to kick the people that made mommy and daddy sad. Is that right, huh, bubba?” You slowly rubbed your belly, and Chris felt the baby kick harder.
“Wow, look at you, bubba, not even born and trying to protect your parents from the bad guys.” While keeping his hand on your belly, Chris looked at you and gave your lips a sweet, gentle kiss. When the two of you parted, he watched with so much adoration in his eyes, asking himself how lucky he got with you.
“What do you think about a trip, honey? Just me, you, and our little protector. I know these last days were hard on you and our little bubba, and I’m sorry. I just wished people could see how much I loved our little family, and I swear in my life that I will do everything in my power to protect both of you. I love you so much.”
Before answering, the baby kicked again and made Chris and you laugh hard.
“I think the baby just answered both of us. Just know that people will always talk, Chris. We decide whether or not to listen. Let's be honest, we didn’t handle the latest situation well, but that doesn’t mean it will always be like that. I love you and will always love and support every decision you make. Never leave us, and we will be more than okay.”
Yes, thought Chris. Everything will be okay, because there was no way he would ever leave you.
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Hooked (Jerome X Reader)
Ok, so this is a thing. I was kinda surprised nobody had used this scene yet, because the Gotham fandom seem to collectively agree that Jerome is BIG KINKY and yet the one scene where he canonically has people cuffed up and hung from the ceiling... nobody has touched??? Y'all have been sleeping on that scene! It's fanfic gold! Anyway, enjoy the hedonism. Much love xxx
Warning: SMUT, 18+, GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, BDSM, bondage, cuffs, dom/sub, vaginal fingering, oral sex, biting, spanking, slapping, pussy slapping, light choking, spitting, belt whipping, praise/degradation, marking, mention of scratching, Jerome is big meanie pants mean man
The new mayor of Gotham is having a meeting with his council members, but things take a turn when the Legion of Horribles show up to kidnap them and reader. When the victims are being unloaded from the truck, Jerome Valeska notices reader, because she isn't exactly on the guest list.
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I had been working as a housekeeper for the new mayor. It was a good job, but I wasn't appreciated. I was just there to clean and serve when needed. I don't think he even knew my name. I was just hired help to him. To all of them.
He was hosting a dinner for his council that day. I had been placed in the corner of the room with a bottle of expensive wine where I was to wait until wanted. He gestured for me to come forwards and fill their glasses while they started talking about their displeasure with the rising foul play in the city, like it was anything new for Gotham. The chairwoman wanted to know what he was going to do about it. Very little in my opinion. He was just coasting. In too deep over his head. He had been appointed far too fast and everyone knew it. He wasn't going to last.
He made an attempt to save face and talk about how he too was disturbed by the recent goings on and was doing everything he could. Trash, utter trash. As he rose from his seat, the lights fizzled out. I stopped pouring. Had this been any other city I would have assumed it was a simple power outage, but nothing was that simple in Gotham. The security guard closed us in and went to see what was happening. The air turned icy. No, this was not good. Gunshots and screams came from the hallway and everyone rose from the table terrified. We quickly started walking towards a door hoping to make an escape, but there was something about the windows. They were freezing over.
The doors burst open and I dropped the wine. It smashed into pieces as a blueish man in some kind of robotic suit and a weird looking, but huge gun stepped into the room. Was that Victor Fries? Then through the second set of doors another man in a top hat who I recognised as Jervis Tetch burst in with some other strange looking friends.
Before I could comprehend the situation, we were all being cuffed and taken outside. Our kidnappers pushed and pulled us towards a huge truck, all the while the mayor tried to buy his way free. He was showing just how little he really knew about the underbelly of Gotham. I knew just by looking at them that they were probably Arkham escapees and couldn't be bought like a sane man could. They had their own plans and you can't bargain with crazies.
We got to the truck and they opened the back door. My blood ran cold when I saw that standing there waiting for us was Jerome Valeska. Of all the criminals Gotham had seen he had been the only one that had scared me, truly and thoroughly. He didn't have any kind of reason for what he did. He just enjoyed death and chaos. And after his last escapade he looked like madness personified, his scars circling his face and eyes and giving him a permanent evil smile. Dread consumed me as I realized that he was no doubt the leader of this operation and if that was true, we were already dead.
I felt myself jolted forwards. The mayor had pushed me in front of the rest of the council to get whatever was coming first. If I wasn't cuffed, I would have turned around and broke his nose. I was lifted into the truck, my hands were pulled above my head and fixed to two hooks. I had to stand on my toes to keep standing which made it awkward and difficult as they pushed me to the back of the truck.
Was that Penguin? What was he doing here? He didn't belong here. I had gone to Penguin looking for a job in his club when I was 16. He was impressed with my audition, but when he asked my age, he rejected me.
"This establishment is not a playground for children. It's a nightclub." He had told me. At the time I had been steaming mad, but in hindsight he was probably right. Even if he was rude. So, after that, I found it hard to understand why he was here and working with Valeska. Maybe he had been kidnapped too?
The rest of the council were loaded on and hooked. The mayor was still trying to offer them money and pardons. When he saw it wasn't working, he resorted to empty, unintimidating threats. Jerome was completely unfazed and even a little disappointed in the lack of smiles.
"Nobody knows how to have fun anymore, right?" He said putting his arm around Penguin. So, he was a part of this.
Jerome pointed to a scary looking figure dressed like a scarecrow. Johnathan Crane? Crane released some kind of purple gas in the face of a member of a council. She started laughing and convulsing violently.
"What have you got to lose? Except your sanity?" Jerome joined in the crazy laughter. So, this was his plan. He'd figured out a way to forcefully drive everyone insane. With a gas.
I silently prayed to God in my mind for any kind of help.
After sufficiently terrifying us half to death, they left us in the back of truck. None of us could say anything and after a few minutes the truck started moving.
"Is she ok?" I asked looking towards the victim of the insanity gas.
"Who cares?! We have to figure out what they want and get out of here." Replied the mayor.
"Maybe they want publicity for whatever that gas is. Offer them some TV time." Guessed the chairwoman.
"Don't you get it?! This isn't a situation you can buy your way out of!" I snapped, frustrated with their idiocy.
"These aren't normal criminals. They don't want your money. They want chaos and madness." They stood there silently stunned. They had never heard me speak with such confidence, but in that moment, they knew I was right.
After what felt like hours the truck finally stopped.
"What's going on?" The mayor whispered.
Everything was quiet. We listened for any noise or sign of life. All we could hear was our own breath.
Then suddenly the doors flung open once again and in hopped Valeska, Tetch and Crane.
"We're here!" Jerome grinned.
The other two started to pull the council one by one off the hooks and walk them out of the truck, closely watched by Jerome. Until they got to me.
"Wait..." He stuck an arm out to stop Tetch from unhooking me.
"Who's she? She wasn't on the party list." He took a few steps closer to me.
"This poor young girl is an unlucky maid. Wrong place, wrong time. Very bad day." Jervis explained looking at me.
"Would you like me to... dispose of her?" Asked Crane, stalking close to me and lifting needle covered fingers to my throat.
"Not so fast, Mr Potato Head." Jerome said pulling him away from me.
He came so close that we were only inches apart. He looked down at me as if he was thinking for a few seconds then smirked and turned around to the others.
"Guys, go and see that our guests are comfortable, will ya? Get everything ready." He ushered them out of the truck. Fear travelled up and down my body. This had all been a bad situation, but being alone with Valeska scared the hell out of me.
"You're lucky I have a soft spot for pretty little girls." He closed the truck doors and turned to look at me.
"Freddy Krueger there... not so much." He relaxed, leaning back against the doors with his hands in his pockets. "You got a name?"
I stayed silent, more out of fear than defiance. He sucked his teeth and stood up straight.
"I get it. You're scared. Who wouldn't be, right?" He started slowly walking closer. "But things will go a lot smoother if you just play nice."
I still couldn't find any words.
"Aw, come on, doll! I'm getting awful lonely over here." He brought his hands up out of his pockets and leaned against a wall of the truck.
He was quiet for a few seconds and I noticed that his eyes were making their way up my legs. Being held up by my wrists on my tip toes had pulled my uniform skirt up and almost all of my thighs were exposed. I blurted out my name in an attempt to distract him from my bare legs. He smiled.
"What a pretty name. Now, was that so hard?" He pushed himself off the wall and came a little closer.
"So, you're the mayor's dust bunny, huh? I gotta say, doll, I can see why he keeps you around." He chuckled, eyeing me.
My whole body flushed and my face turned hot and red.
“But, uh, the thing about mayors in this town, they don’t last very long.”
"Please let me go." I whimpered.
"Oh, but we're having such a good time! Plus, if I did that, you'd scamper off to the GCPD and I can't have good ol' Gordon crashing the party early."
I scoffed at his suggestion. Not likely. I had a distinct distaste for the GCPD. They hadn't helped me when I needed them. I would never need them again.
"What's the matter? He book ya before or something?" Jerome smiled with intrigue.
"My parents... they... did things to us. When I ended up in the hospital one too many times..." Tears stung my eyes as I remembered. "They left me there and disappeared with my little brother. No one ever managed to track them down."
I didn’t fully understand why I was opening up to Jerome, but for a second, I saw a spark of humanity in his eyes. Like he understood my pain. I'd heard his first kill had been his mother, so maybe he did?
"I'd give anything to see him again." I sniffed and a tear rolled down my cheek.
"Yeah, I had shitty parents too." He sighed. "I killed them both."
I had thought about what I would do if I ever saw my parents again. What I would say, what I would ask. I could never think of the right words. But the thought of killing them, well that made me smile.
"What was it like?" I asked.
Jerome grinned from ear to ear and stepped closer so that we were toe to toe.
“Have you ever stood at the edge of a really tall building? You know that little voice in the back of your head that says ‘Jump! You can fly!’ even though every other part of you is screaming ‘No you can’t! You’re gonna kill us!’”
I nodded shakily.
“It’s like finally giving in to that voice. Like jumping off Gotham Bridge and finding out you can fly. And realising you never have to walk again.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and my heart felt like it was going a million beats per minute. His eyes were locked on mine and it felt like he was looking straight into my soul.
“You wanna fly, doll?” He brought his hand up to cup my jaw and ran his thumb along my bottom lip.
It wasn’t humanity I saw in Jerome Valeskas eyes. It was freedom. A freedom that I had wanted for as long as I could remember. And I could have it right now. He was offering it to me. The only thing standing in my way was myself.
“Yes.” I breathed. “Yes, I do.”
The next thing I knew, his lips were crashing into mine and he had hooked his hands under my thighs and was holding them around his waist. His kiss was desperate and hungry, like he had been starved for days and his grip on the bare flesh of my thighs was rough enough to leave bruises. I locked my ankles together behind him to steady myself from swaying underneath the cuffs. When I did, he drove his crotch forwards, grinding into my centre, a quiet moan escaping me as I felt him.
He slowly trailed a hand from my thigh, up my back and to the nape of my neck, before balling my hair in his fist. I gasped as I felt the sudden, sharp tug of him pulling my head back.
His eyes wandered down to settle on my exposed throat, before yanking my head to the side and nestling in the crook of my neck. He must’ve left a hundred open mouth kisses, but as he started to suck, I felt his teeth sink into my skin. I pulled back with a hiss at the sting, but he wouldn’t let go. He just kept on leaving harsh, red bitemarks and pulling my hair, all the time grinding harder into me.
He licked over the bruises he’d left and gently kissed them, before trailing his tongue up my neck to nip at my ear. He smiled darkly and pulled back away from me, dropping my legs back to the floor. He stalked around me, eyeing me up and down like a predator. I felt him behind me, his hands softly holding onto my waist, pulling me close to his chest.
“You know what’s great about this?” He cooed. “You’re already pre-cuffed.”
I flushed and my core swelled hot, his breath so close to me made my skin tingle all over. He pulled at the top of my skirt and dragged it down my hips, letting it fall down around my feet. He caressed my thighs and then stepped back, tugging at my underwear, playfully letting the elastic snap back to me.
“Y’know...” He said, before the familiar sound of a belt unbuckling. “Marquis de Sade said ‘sex without pain is like food without taste’...”
My eyes widened at his words and my heartbeat quickened.
“So, let’s make this... delicious.”
A million thoughts raced through my mind, but before I could process any, I felt the sharp snap of leather against my ass. I jolted forwards and let out a high pitch yelp.
Even though I couldn’t see him, I could tell he was smirking. I could hear it in his voice. I bit my lip in an attempt to brace myself and he landed the belt across me again.
“Please, Jerome...” I whimpered at the sting, closing my eyes.
He brought it down again, making me arch my back in a gasp. A couple of tears rolled down my cheeks and I realised there was little point in resisting the torment. So, I gritted my teeth and prepared for another lick of the belt.
He whipped me once more, harder this time and a small scream escaped me.
“Please!” I begged.
I heard him chuckle with dark delight. The bastard was enjoying this. Of course he was. What else had I expected from someone like him? I tightened all my muscles for the next sting...
But it didn’t come. Instead, I felt him pulling my underwear down. Relief washed over me when I heard the belt drop to the floor and I realised Jerome was finished and was now crouched, ready to inspect his work. He ran his fingers over my burning flesh, taking in the bright red lashes he had left on me.
“What a pretty picture?” He said, landing a spank. “I wish you could see too doll, but having you cuffed is half the fun.”
His voice was dripping with venom and arousal and I could practically feel his grin in the air. He traced the marks with his fingers a little longer, before grabbing my flesh in fistfuls and sinking his teeth in. I gasped loudly at the hard bite. I wasn’t sure how many more of Jerome's surprises I could take. He laughed and ran his tongue over the new bruise.
“Yep. Definitely a pretty picture.” He smiled, giving me another spank. “I like those little noises you make, doll. Why don’t you make some more for me?”
He snaked his hand up my inner thigh and began stroking along my slit, relighting the fire in my stomach. I moaned, biting hard on my lip and tried to bring my thighs together, wanting friction.
“Naughty.” He said, landing a swift slap on my entrance causing me to let out a little yelp. “I need you to keep those legs open for me.”
It wasn’t as bad as the belt. In fact, it felt quite good. The heat inside me swelled as Jerome returned to running his fingers back and forth in my slickness. I hummed softly in my throat, fighting the urge to close my thighs again, my knees starting to shudder underneath me.
“Look how wet you are and I’m barely touching you.” Jerome chuckled darkly. “I wonder what happens if I do this?”
Jerome plunged two fingers deep inside me and slowly started pumping them. I let the warmth roll through me, moaning blissfully. He gently started to pick up speed, making it nearly impossible for me to keep my thighs apart. The faster he got, the deeper he dove, making me tighten around his talented fingers and struggle to keep steady on my toes.
My legs were shaking and despite my best efforts I just had to squeeze them together. As soon as I did, Jerome removed his fingers from me, leaving me feeling empty and spanked me hard.
“What did I say about that?” He barked, laying down another spank.
His spanking felt different this time. It felt pleasurable and sent a thrill up my spine.
“Sorry.” I whimpered.
“Sorry for what?” He spanked me again. “For being a needy little whore? Hm?” Another spank.
“Yes!” I gasped. “I’m a needy little whore! I just...”
“What? You just what?”
Jerome landed another slap at my core. It made my muscles clench, but it also aroused me so much more in a way I’d never thought I’d experience.
“What? What do you want, whore?”
“Please...”
“Big words, princess. What...” Spank. “Do you...” Another spank. “Want?”
“I want... I want you...” I forced, breathlessly.
“You want me? What do you want me to do, princess?” Jerome teased, tracing a finger along my burning entrance, just barely touching me.
“Please... Make me feel good, Jerome... Make me cum.”
“Are you gonna be a good girl?”
“Yes...”
“Are you gonna do as I say?”
“Yes, I will.”
“Exactly as I say?”
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Just please...Jerome.”
I couldn’t take it any longer. I felt so pathetic and needy. I needed him to touch me.
“So desperate.” He giggled sadistically. I supposed he loved seeing me beg.
Then, finally, he spread me open and dove his tongue deep into my wanting warmth. I closed my eyes and bit down hard on my lip as he swirled his tongue around inside me. I wanted to grab his hair and feel it in my fingers, but all I could do was squeeze my fists together in empty frustration.
Jerome grabbed a hand full of my ass, gripping it tightly, digging his nails in and rose his other hand to my pelvis front, pulling me down further onto his tongue. I squealed, a delightful mixture of pleasure and also pain from the tugging on my aching forearms. He ran his front hand down to play with my swollen clit, circling his fingers around beautifully.
He grinded his face deeply into me, sliding his tongue up, down, around and around inside me. He pressed his fingers down harder on my clit, forcing a loud moan out of me. I felt the pressure inside me build, coiling and tightening like a burning spring. I squeezed my thighs around his head in a desperate attempt to pull him deeper, his tongue nestling inside finding all of my sweet spots and lighting them on fire.
I could feel myself ready, ready to burst. He was pulling an amazing orgasm out of me and I wanted nothing more than to just let it go. All it took was one more upward jolt of his head, pushing his tongue that last little bit deep enough to push me over. I screamed out in erotic pleasure, letting the feeling flood me like warm water. My back arched and my legs convulsed until I withered, letting myself dangle from my cuffs in a breathless defeat.
Jerome slid his tongue out of me and pulled his face back away.
“You sing so pretty, dollface. Like a little birdie.” He said, squeezing the flesh off my ass.
He gave me one more light bite and a spank, before he rose back up to stand, snaking his hands along my sides all the way. He let his hands wander up to cup my breasts, massaging them softly. He leaned in close and began leaving wet kisses in the crook of my neck. I shuddered, his touch sending a cool tingle down my spine. He let his hands squeeze my breasts slightly harder, then pulled away and crept back around in front of me.
He stood facing me, his eyes locked on mine. They seemed to burn holes right into my flesh, creating a sense of fear in me. I was scared of Jerome Valeska, I truly was. But everything he was doing to me right now... The way he touched me, kissed me. I wondered how he managed it. How he was able to both terrify and arouse me in equal amounts.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t register his hand rising until it was firmly wrapped around my throat. He leaned down to kiss me, dominating my mouth with his tongue, making me taste myself. Once again, I felt the familiar warmth build in my core as I sensed we were not quite done here. He finished the kiss with a little nip to my bottom lip.
“Are you scared of me, doll?” He purred.
I swallowed hard, unsure if truth was wise here. Then I felt him increase the pressure around my throat, not wanting to wait for an answer.
“Yes.” I breathed.
“Good.” He said through an evil smirk.
He crashed his lips to mine once again, his free hand picking up my thigh to wrap around him. I locked both my legs around his waist, wanting to feel him close against me. I felt his erection hard, under his clothes, grinding into me and I wanted it. Badly. He pulled away from the kiss, leaving his taste on my tongue and raised his hand from my throat to grab hold of my face. He took his other hand away from my thigh and pulled at his tie. I didn’t drop my legs this time, instead I gripped tighter as he slid his tie from around his neck and scrunched it in his fist.
“Open your mouth.” He ordered.
I did as he said and he smiled, before spitting into my open lips and gagging me with his tie. I’d never had anyone do that before and it shocked me a little, but then again, I’d never had anyone like Jerome Valeska before.
He backed up slightly, just enough for him to reach down and unzip his trousers and pull down his underwear, freeing his erection. I couldn’t help but look down at it. It was bigger than any I’d taken before and I wasn’t sure how prepared I was. He started to slowly stroke himself, lifting up my chin to look at me.
He gently stroked a single finger across my jaw and then, suddenly, landed a harsh slap across my cheek. I yelped at the slap, causing a dangerous smile to form on Jeromes mouth. I should’ve been repulsed by him. He killed people and was aroused by my pain and fear, so why was I so attracted to him?
He angled himself underneath me so he was lined up and ready. He wrapped his hand back around my throat and then pushed forwards into me, causing us both to let out deep moans.
“You like that?”
I nodded and whimpered through the material of the tie. Jerome giggled darkly and with his free hand, gripped onto my waist.
“Brace yourself, princess.” He warned, through a poisonous smile.
He pulled back slowly, until he was almost completely out of me and then, like a bullet, ploughed himself right back in, jolting me backwards with force. He continued his thrusting rough and fast, making me whimper and bite down hard on the tie. I closed my legs tightly around him, pulling him closer and forcing him in deeper.
He let out a low, guttural groan and moved his hand upwards from my waist to slap me again, spitting at my face as he did so. I closed my eyes to endure the onslaught of him pounding inside me like a raging animal. I felt like a toy, dangling there for him to use as he liked, but still the searing pleasure of it all made me moan lustfully.
“Open those peepers, princess.” He commanded. “I want you to see exactly who’s in charge here.”
I opened my eyes and saw him grinning at me like a man possessed.
“You like this? You like me fucking you?” He growled, gripping my throat tighter.
All I could do was whimper and moan in response.
“I cuffed you and hung you up, hurt you, spat on you... even made you cry! And you still let me fuck you?” He laughed through shallow breaths. “You’re pathetic, you know that? A pathetic little whore.”
Jerome threw another slap at me and I felt myself tighten around his considerable length, taking him all deep inside me. He drove up into me like he was trying to break me open with his girth and I welcomed every inch of it.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He moaned.
I clenched my walls around him, the feeling of being filled by him sending flutters through me as he pushed in deeper and laughed.
“I don’t think your pussy ever wants to let me go, doll!” He grinned. “But I already know you like taking my cock like this, cause you’re such a good girl for me... I like that.”
I flushed at his words. I didn’t know why, but it made me feel good to please him and, in that moment, I would have done anything for him. I could feel my ecstasy creeping up on me, like magma rising inside a volcano. I cried out wantonly, the heat rising as he worked me, exploring every detail of my canal with his thick shaft.
He let go of my throat and moved both his hands to grab onto my ass and squeezed, steadying me so he could pound me harder and climb to release. His thrusts became erratic and sloppy and I could tell he was just as close as I was. I moaned loudly as he rammed into me harder and faster, burying himself deeper and making my arousal burn.
I could feel it coming, so close. I was about to boil over and all I needed was him. Just him. He continued thrusting like a raging animal, digging his nails into my flesh and scraping them along my ass, stinging sweetly. I whimpered at the sensation and tightened my legs.
“Cum for me, doll.” He panted. “I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”
He plunged into me, pushing the magma higher and just so close to bursting. It was coming. I could feel it.
He pounded again. So close. Again and again, so hard inside me. Just a little more...
I screamed out, closing my eyes and letting everything go. The feeling of my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave of pure elation. My whole body shook from the force of it and I trembled like a leaf. Jerome continued to thrust into me until he too reached his climax. He growled like a beast and I felt him throb, releasing his hot load of sticky lust deep inside me.
We both relaxed, catching our breath and he stared down into my eyes. He unlatched his hands from the flesh of my ass and brought one round to gently stroke my cheek with his fingertips. It was quiet, but only for a minute.
He threw his head back and laughed like the madman he was, before pulling out of me and stepping back. My legs dropped to the floor and he began to put himself away and zip his trousers back up.
“Well, that was fantastic, dollface. Thanks for playing nice with me.” He said, throwing me a wink.
There was a loud metallic knock at the truck doors and I guessed whoever it was, was trying to get Jeromes attention.
“It’s been fun princess, really. But time waits for no man and I’ve got a party to attend” He said, smiling at me. “Well, more like crash.”
When he turned to leave, I tried to speak, but all that came out was intelligible muttering. He wasn’t going to leave me here, dangling, half naked and gagged like this? Was he? He began walking to the truck doors and I tried to call out.
“Oh! Wait, almost forgot.”
I felt a flood of relief when he began walking back to me.
“I’m gonna need this back.” He said and pulled the tie out of my mouth.
I was glad to finally be rid of it, but my joy was short lived, because he was starting to leave again.
“Hey...” I croaked; my mouth dry.
“Yeah, I’ll have someone come get you later.” He said, too nonchalantly for my liking. “For now, you can just... well, why don’t you just hang out?”
He laughed at his joke and opened the doors.
“Hey! You can’t leave me here!” I tried to shout, but my throat was too dry.
And then... he was gone. He really did just leave me alone, half naked in the back of a truck. How long would it be before someone found me? An hour? Two? The rest of the day?
All alone with my thoughts now, I decided the only thing to do now was wait. Wait and try and go over what the hell just happened between me and Jerome Valeska.
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Dustin, for once a successful matchmaker
Summary: two years ago King Steve rejected you in front of his friends, two years later when he comes to pickup your brother Dustin can something change? (spoiler yes it can!)
Being Dustin’s sister had always been an easy task, sure he liked science and crazy projects, but other than that he was the sweetest kid ever. You never really had a lot in common, he liked science and you never really understood the logics of it preferring English and history but still the two of you have a strong bond.
That is why I never thought I would want to kill him in this instant, but here you were face to face with Steve Harrington looking at you awkwardly and asking where Dustin was.
“Dustin! There is someone here for you.”, I heard something crash and knew something just fell on the floor.
“Coming! Just wait – for god sake- wait who is it?”, another crash came and I knew that if this continued I would have to go upstairs which didn’t sound so bad if I could get away from Harrington.
“It’s Harrington! Apparently, you guys are friends or something”, I trailed of while furrowing my brows at the idea. How in the hell did that happen?
Dustin came tumbling down nearly missing a step but then stood upright with the biggest smile on his face.
“Harrington!”
“Henderson!”, the two started to laugh and the strangest thing started happening before my eyes: they were doing a weird handshake together which was a mix of lightsabers and dying.
“Woaw this is not weird at all”, both boys turned towards me, and Steve looked a bit shy suddenly and his hand went trough his hair.
“Yes, well Steve is going to bring me to the mall do you want to go or are you going to spend your day in the house rewatching the breakfast club for the thousand time?”, Dustin looked at me with a big mischievous grin.
“No thank you I am good here watching tv and enjoying myself without you screaming in your radio and hearing Suzie calling you Dusty bun!”, Dustin’s face went beet red, and Steve started to laugh a bit.
“Dusty bun?”, Dustin slapped Steve’s arm and went even redder in the face.
“Well, I am going back inside have fun and Dustin be careful!”, my brother gave me a big smile and started going to the car, but Steve stayed at the door.
“Are you going to get into your car Harrington because I am going back inside and my mother always says it is rude to close the door in someones face”, I said sarcastically but the boy seemed nervous.
“I just – you know”, he seemed nervous, and I didn’t like where this was going.
“I wanted to apologies for the way I acted two years ago when you came to me, I was an asshole, and you don’t deserve that.”
I felt the air leave my lungs at his words and memories of that day, that I try to forget, suddenly came back to me. I had a thing for Steve since the first time I saw him in high school, he was a year above me, but I fell instantly. Two years ago, my friends had enough of me silently pining over him and told me to tell him how I felt. That day at lunch I went to his table and tried to speak to him alone, but Tommy didn’t want that, so I confessed my feelings for Steve in front of everyone.
“Wait you are serious? Hahaha Stevie boy you got a little girl that is in love with you”, Steve looked embarrassed at Tommy’s words, and I felt tears welling up.
“Look, I am flattered but you really aren’t my type so, sorry but it’s never going to happen.”
I would always remember Steve’s face; it wasn’t an apologetic face but rather pity. I had just the time to leave the cafeteria and hear the laughter coming from that table before the tears fell. Since that day I avoided anything to do with him so imagine my surprise when he was at my door to pick up my brother and to apparently ‘apologizing’.
“Yeah, well you were an asshole back then, and you can’t change what you did but thanks I think.”, Steve seemed to try and read my face, but it was blank.
“I know but I have realized how nasty I was with a lot of people and I’m trying to do better, so I thought that you deserved an apology.”, I nodded softly and whispered a thanks.
“Steeeve are you coming instead of flirting with my sister?”, both of us went red in the cheeks at the words of my idiot brother.
“Dustin!”, the boy seemed to find it funny because he sends me a wink. A wink!
“Well, I better get going otherwise he will start to cry”, I laughed a bit at that, and Steve smiled a bit more at that
“You should better go before he screams again!”, Steve nodded and started to leave before turning back to me.
“Thank you for hearing me out and maybe we can get to know each other better? You know to show you I am not an asshole anymore.”, I probably looked like a fish out of water but tried to form a normal phrase.
“We can see, maybe we can do something with Dustin!”, Steve looked a bit disappointed when I said that but agreed.
As the two boys left the house, I felt my hands shaking probably from the emotions running through me at this moment of seeing Steve at my door after all these years.
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It has been a month since that day and the three of us have been hanging out, sometimes it was extremely awkward but luckily Dustin was always there the lighten up the mood. Today we are supposed to go bowling and Steve is picking us up. I do have to say he really has changed but in a good way, the way he treats my brother and the way he can always make us all laugh no matter the situation.
I hear a honk outside and knew that Steve was here.
“Dustin! Steve is here, are you coming?”, I went inside of Dustin’s room and saw him lying on his bed with the blinds down.
“Hey buddy, what is going on?”, Dustin looked at me before closing his eyes again.
“I think I have a cold! I can’t come with you”, as I try to reach for him to check if he has a fever, he rolls on the other side of his bed nearly falling off.
“Don’t touch me otherwise you will get infected!”, I frowned at that, this morning he looked perfectly fine.
“But you were fine this morning, what happened?”
“It probably came later, after breakfast I mean, it happens - incubation and such things”, I shook my head and let my handbag fall on the ground.
“I’ll stay with you, so someone can take care of you”, Dustin looked at me with big eyes
“No!”, I looked at him in shock at his outburst. “I mean Steve probably already made a reservation and I don’t want you to miss on bowling!”, he was acting weird, but I didn’t have time to investigate longer as Steve was waiting downstairs.
“Are you sure? I mean it was supposed to be us three”, Dustin looked at me with a relieved smile.
“No worries I am fine, when I am better, we can all go!”
I looked at him with a suspicious look, but he just gave me a big smile. As I opened the door Steve was out of his car and seemed ready to knock.
“Thank god! I thought something happened in there!”, I laughed softly at that, and Steve smiled back
"Sorry, Dustin is apparently sick, so I was trying to see what was happening.”, Steve looked worried at my words.
“Oh no, is he okay? Do we have to cancel bowling?”, I smiled at his concern, these two really grew a great friendship.
“Yeah, he is fine, said that we should go bowling just the two of us so that your reservation doesn’t go to waste”, Steve went a bit red at my words and muttered something under his breath while combing a hand through his hair.
“What were you saying?”
“Nothing! Just that Dustin is right we should probably enjoy going bowling!”, his voice seemed to be a bit pitchy, but I went along with it and got into his car.
The silence in the car from the house to the bowling alley was awkward since we always had Dustin to talk our ears of. Steve seemed nervous with the way he was tapping the steering wheel.
As we arrived at the bowling alley and got our shoes Steve seemed to have taken a bit of confidence.
“So, should I be worried of your bowling skills or not?”, I laughed at that, and he looked at me surprised.
“I am really bad at bowling, Dustin is the one with a talent for bowling!”, Steve seemed surprised at that.
“Well, I can always teach you a trick or two?”, as I looked at him in shock, he seemed shy, and he had a nervous smile.
“Sure, if that is not a problem for you?”
“No absolutely not!”, both Steve and I were surprised at his words and then laughed a bit.
If someone had told me that I would be playing bowling with Steve Harrington two years ago I would have laughed and told them to see a doctor but know as he tries to explain me how to play bowling like a pro while goofing off, I can really see how much he improved from that boy two years ago.
After nearly losing a bowling ball to another alley and nearly falling on the ground from laughing at a someone who made their whole milkshake fall on the ground and another one who fell over it, we were getting ready to leave.
“I really enjoyed this, thank you for your lesson’s professor, Harrington!” I pretended to bow, and Steve laughed.
“Well, it was my pleasure, I am happy that we could spend this time together.”, the both of us were looking at each other with goofy smiles.
“To think that, Dustin. Is at home with a cold now, he would have really enjoyed seeing me lose that bowling ball on the alley next to us!”, Steve laughed but stopped in his steps, it seemed he was nervous.
“You do know that he isn’t sick right? He is definitely faking it”, I looked at Steve confused, sure I had my doubts, but Dustin has never lied to my face before.
“Why would he fake it? I mean he loves bowling!”, Steve looked at his shoes before letting out a sigh and looking at me straight in the eyes.
“Maybe because I told him I have a crush on his sister and that he wanted us to have some time together so that I could try and impress you.”, I didn’t have anything to say, there were so many things running through my head that I didn’t know what to say.
I guess that my first thought was denial and thinking that this wasn’t real and just a joke.
“No, you – you cannot be serious right now”, Steve looked hurt at that and tried to come closer to me, but I took a step back.
“I mean two years ago”
“I was an idiot who couldn’t see how amazing you are”, I tried stopping him, but Steve continued.
“Since the last month I have been nonstop thinking about you, asking myself which flower you likes, what your favorite movie is, how it would be to kiss you”, I blushed at his last words and let him get closer to me.
“What I am trying to say, and probably failing, is that I like you and I was an idiot back then, but I know now that you are someone I want to get to know better and to be with you every day doing absolutely nothing but being together or being with Dustin or playing bowling!”, I let out a wet laugh at that and Steve smiled softly.
“I want to go on dates with you and discover the world with you, so please give me a chance to prove that I can be the best boyfriend ever.”, he had a hopeful look in his eyes and as much as my head was telling me to be careful, as I looked into his beautiful brown eyes, I knew that he would never break my heart again.
I gently lifted my hand to his hair and pushed back a strand of it that was in his eyes, and he closed his eyes at the touch.
“I would love to go out with you again Steve Harrington!”, Steve exhaled and started spinning me around while I was laughing hard and when he put me down again, he just looked at me with his hands holding my cheeks.
“Can I kiss you?”, the moment I nodded he kissed me softly and, in that moment, I knew I made the right choice.
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Bitter
Chapter 5
Warnings: Sex, implied sex, sexual references, teeny bit of angst, mentions of bars, alcohol, vomiting and Kaitlin being a sneaky bitch.
I am sure there are spelling and grammatical errors in here. No one is perfect and I’ve been staring at this for hours now. I’ll come back in and make corrections tomorrow, just a PSA before some rude person makes a comment.
Hi all! Here is a chapter for you. I’ve had the worst writers block ever the past few weeks but I honestly watched a bunch of hockey fights and I feel much better. I’d also like to let everyone know Zack MacEwen has officially been added to my Who I write for, which you can find on my Masterlist, which I’ll link here, because he is so hot and dirty and I’m in love with him.
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“What’s your deal?” Mat asked bumping Beau’s shoulder.
“Huh?”
“I mean what’s up with you. You seem weird.”
“Oh nothing. Just tired from the trip this weekend.” Mat frowned and he quick added in “Dealing with Ginny for any amount of time is exhausting. Let alone hours.” Historically, Beau had never been a good liar, and this was a big lie he needed to sell. He’d been thinking about it a lot over the last few days.
If Ginny hadn’t been so dead set against Mat and Leighton finding out, he really wouldn’t have cared. He knew deep down it had less to do with the fact that she hated him, and more to do with the idea of admitting she might like him even a little bit.
“Right. We appreciate it a lot though you know, me more than anyone considering this is my fault.” Mat seemed less stressed this morning. He’d expressed to Beau more than once that he felt an immense amount of crushing guilt over the whole thing.
“Barz , you gotta stop blaming yourself man. What’s happening now, is happening cuz Kaitlin is fucking crazy. You could never have known she was going to react this way.”
“I know, but still. I should have just admitted to myself that I wasn’t over her in the beginning and maybe we wouldn’t be dealing with this bullshit.”
“Maybe not, but maybe she’d have reacted the same way. No one can say. Either way.” He gave him a slap on the shoulder “We got your back. I can’t punch a girl, but Ginny can and she will and I should have let her do it.”
Mat laughed and ran a hand through his hair “Well like I said before, thank you. And maybe you should have, but I don’t think it would have helped anything. But you guys came in clutch with taking the trip for us. We owe you guys, and appreciate it a lot.”
“You better. The director made us walk arm in arm down the aisle.” Beau smiled a little at the memory, and chuckled.
“Bet Ginny loved that one.”
“She did but she’d never admit it.”
Mat laughed and shook his head as they sat down for tape review.
“Seriously though. That was exactly what Leighton needed. She seems better already.”
“Yeah. As much as Ginny and I disagree we both love Leighton so we were happy to do it.”
He paid very little attention during game tape review, thoughts of Leighton and Ginny, and Kaitlin swirling around in his head. There was a lot of feelings invested in this wedding and outside of this wedding. It had been a powder keg from the start, but his involvement with Ginny had rattled everything.
He really did feel bad. He’d promised Mat, Leighton, and God that he wasn’t going to do this and he did.
And he wanted to do it again.
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Ginny avoided Beau at all costs the next few days, and buried herself in her work. She didn’t really need an excuse to want to be away from him, but now more than ever she wanted to be. She was still mildly repulsed with herself that she’d had sex with him in the first place, and she did everything in her power to oust the whole evening out of her head.
It did not work.
It was especially hard when he was texting her.
B:Are you okay?
G: I haven’t seen you in days so why wouldn’t I be?
B: Haha, so you wanna do it again? And don’t bother with your ice queen act anymore. I see right through that.
She deleted his messages just as Leighton poked her head around the door and smiled at her.
“Hey best friend!”
Ginny looked up startled and smiled back “Hi! How was the rest of the weekend?” She out on her best fake smile and leaned forward. Leighton looked much better, happier, like the Leighton she knew and loved.
And it broke Ginny’s heart because she had no idea what was happening behind her back.
“It was great. I feel better.” She sat down in her chair and crossed her legs before fixing Ginny with a look.
“So everything was good with the venue? I got the email saying it has been approved.”
“Yes. The venue is beautiful. They ran us through how the day would go, how the reception is set up, and they have all the decor on lockdown so the wicked with of the west doesn’t try any sabotage.”
Leighton nodded and pursed her lips “You don’t think she’d come do you? I mean that would be crazy.”
“Well she is obviously and even if she does, she won’t make it inside. Beau and I talked about it and we’re gonna be keeping an eye out.”
“You guys talked? That’s impressive.”
Ginny coughed and chose her words carefully “Uh yeah….a little. We’re both worried about it, and as much as we hate each other we hate her more. So I guess we can forge some kind of bond over that. But I still don’t like him.” she added for good measure. She felt like she was giving herself away by saying anything nice about him “He was a real pain is the ass on the trip, but for you, I’d do anything.” She felt a sinking feeling that could only be described as guilt settle in her heart. She hated lying to Leighton, something she swore she would never do. And here she was doing it. She would never ever forgive herself for this, and she would carry it around forever and all because she broke the promise she made to herself.
“I know, and I’m so thankful for that. We both are. And who knows maybe by the time the wedding is over you guys will become friends?”
Ginny chuckled and shuffled the papers on her desk “Not likely.”
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Ethan was a nice guy, who worked three offices down from Ginny. After several months of small talk, he’d finally asked Leighton if Ginny was single.
Which is how he plucked up the courage to ask Ginny out himself. He was sweet, all American boy, the kind you take home to mom and dad. Ginny, who was so desperate to repress any feelings of Beau that lingered said yes, and made plans for Friday.
She was seated at Leighton’s kitchen island when she heard the door open and two sets of footsteps enter. She closed her eyes and let out a long breath. She hadn’t seen him since that weekend and she didn’t wanna see him ever again. She fought internally to fight the redness that was creeping up her neck, and stared pointedly at the wall until she absolutely had to look at him.
He was watching her, face expressionless and they held eye contact for a few moments before he looked away.
“So are you feeling better?” He asked Leighton, eyes peeking at Ginny as she answered.
“Much better. You two are amazing for helping out this weekend. I hope it wasn’t too much of an inconvenience.” Leighton said as she left the room to follow Mat to their bedroom to get the laundry.
“For you? Never. Right Gin?” Ginny nodded and gave Leighton a tight lipped smile.
“And besides. Me and Ginny needed some quality time together. I feel like I really got to know her this weekend.” He glanced at Ginny again and stretched, shirt riding up to reveal several inches of abs and she pointedly looked away.
Damn him.
“Ew.” She mumbled giving him a disgusted look. He smiled a little, enjoying that he was beginning to get a rise out of her.
“It’s okay Gin. Looking is for free, but touching is going to cost you.”
“No amount of money would be enough to touch you.”
Leighton rolled her eyes and turned to grab the laundry basket. Once she was out of earshot he spoke again.
“Never say never.” He stood and walked up behind her, chest brushing against her back “Sometimes all it takes is one night” he whispered, scruff ticking her neck. She glared at him, and then looked up at the ceiling in an attempt to collect herself.
She made an excuse to leave a little while later, practically bolting out the door and down the hall as quickly as she could so he wouldn’t follow her. She fell asleep uneasy, and pushed him out of her mind in preparation for her date the next evening.
***********
Ethan was in fact a very nice guy. He’d picked her up, held the door, and pulled out her chair for her and now he was dutifully listening to her talk about Leighton’s wedding.
“Sounds like quite the saga. You seem like your a good friend to her.”
“I try to be. This wedding has been especially stressful.”
“How so?” He leaned forward, genuinely interested in what she was saying, and it hurt her.
Because she didn’t like him at all.
She would let him down as easy as she could, and be as nice about it as possible but she really didn’t have a single romantic feeling in her body that could make her like him even a little bit. But she smiled and put on a good show as she told him about Kaitlin.
“That’s insane! Leighton is marrying Mat Barzal right? Big Islanders fan.” Ginny laughed a little and nodded.
“Yes she is.”
“We’ll I hope it all works out for her. Your the made of honor right? Do you have to walk with-“
“Yeah.” Ginny cut him off “And I hate him.”
“Oh. Sorry I didn’t-he seems like such a nice guy.“
“It’s okay. He’s just-we don’t get along. But enough about him.”
Ethan changed the subject and started talking about something she didn’t really care about. Midway thought the conversation she felt a pair of eyes on her. She had a lot of eyes on her most of the time, but this time it felt different. She glanced around, and all at once, she glanced up to find Beau had materialized on a barstool less than ten feet away.
“Goddamnit.” She whispered under her breath as he half turned and met her eye, smiling at her. He looked good, even better than the last time she’d seen him, strong arms braced on the bar, one giant hand wrapped around a glass, large smile stretched across his face.
“What did you say?” Etha asked leaning forward.
“Oh hum nothing-nothing.”
“Uh huh. Uhm I’m gonna use the bathroom, I’ll be back.” He gave her an sweet smile and excused himself. She watched him sadly knowing she would break the poor boys heart, and then remembered her arch nemesis was only a few feet away. Ginny stood, walked forward and slapped her hand on the bar to get his attention. He turned, smile getting wider and he raised his glass.
“Gin! Funny seeing you here-“
“What do you want?” She snapped wanting nothing more than to slap that stupid smile and other off his face. She couldn’t believe he was here, and that he was so boldly trying to ruin a date she didn’t even want to be on.
“How’s your date?” He was grinning slyly at her over his glass. Ethan may have been fooled by Ginny’s poker face, but he wasn’t. From where he was sitting there wasn’t even a tiny bit of interest from Ginny’s end, because Ethan wasn’t the kind of guy she would ever show any interest in. He was too nice, like a puppy staring at her when she talked. She was too much for him to handle. But she was just enough for Beau. She was glaring at him, cheeks turning the color of her hair. He let his eyes drift down her appreciatively. She had on a pair of ridiculously tight jeans that hugged every inch of long legs, and a dark grey sweater. Her hair, which was his favorite thing about her, was hanging loose falling across her back and shoulders.
Damn she was hot.
“Fine thank you very much. Not that it’s any of your business.”
“Really? Cuz it doesn’t look like your having much fun. Not as much fun as we had anyways.”
She could feel herself getting redder by the minute and rolled her eyes, blowing a breath angrily out of her nose.
“That was a one time thing-“
“I think it was a multiple in one night time thing.”
She stared at him for a few moments. He’d been the only guy she’d ever come across who could get her so worked up, before he even really did anything to her. Something about him just pissed her off. He was so smug, so full of himself, and so fucking hot. He pulled himself off the barstool and crowded her, pushing her right up against the ledge of the bar, hand resting on her hip. Her breath hitched as he leaned forward to whisper in her ear.
“We both know that your going to leave here with me so let’s cut through the red tape and get out of here now, and get the evening rolling. I’m not playing any games tonight.”
“I’m on a date-“
“Find a way to be not on a date. Tell the boyscout you had a family emergency or something. I don’t care, but let’s go.”
Ginny bit her lip and looked over his shoulder. Ethan was still in the bathroom and as much as she knew it was wrong, the feeling of his chest pushed up against her made her weak in the knees, and wet between the legs. He extended his hand, pulling her along behind him. When they exited the bar he stopped, and turned to face her, hands coming to either side of her waist. Unable to stop himself he leaned forward and kissed her forcefully, pulling all the air from her lungs.
She gasped pulling away from him after a few moments when a pair of headlights coming to a stop in front of them caught her attention.
“How did you get an Uber so fast?”
“I ordered it the minute I saw you across the bar.”
“You asshole.”
“Whatever. Lets go.”
Ginny felt terrible, and conjured up a lie, a good one and sent Ethan a text.
G: sorry had an emergency, we should do this again sometime though. I had a nice night.
Beau had a smug smile on his face, and she wanted to slap him, but she was also practically shaking in anticipation for what the rest of the evening would hold.
**************
“No Ginny tonight?” Mat asked as he came up behind Leighton while she was cooking. Ginny made it a point to come to dinner at the apartment every Friday, mostly just to spend time with them but also to try and keep Leighton’s mind off Kaitlin.
“No she’s actually on a date.”
“A date?” Mat frowned “Without Beau?”
Leighton made a face but smiled “If he knew she was on one he’d find a way to go mess it up I’m sure.”
“True. Are you doing okay? You seem…someplace else.”
“I’m okay. I just-I have the strangest feeling.”
“What do you mean?” He seated himself at the kitchen island and leaned forward. She turned, brows knitting together and placed a hand on her hip.
“I’m not sure really. I just have a feeling that something is going on, but I can’t put my finger on what it could be.”
“Like with the wedding?”
“Yeah I guess….I don’t know it weird. Probably just stress and anxiety from the whole Kaitlin thing.” She turned back to the stove and shrugged.
“Hey.” He stood and turned her to face him, hands coming to rest on either side of her hips “No one is gonna ruin this day for you. I promise. Okay?”
She smiled and nodded “Okay.” But then her face changed. She coughed and covered her mouth with her hand, body shuddering a little.
“Are you gonna throw up?” He took a step back and turned her to face the sink.
“No I’m okay. I just don’t feel well today, and I haven’t eaten.”
“Leighton we talked about this.” He side stepped her to get to the fridge and pulled out a water bottle “You have to take care of yourself. This running yourself ragged with wedding stuff has to stop.”
“I know. I promise I won’t do it again.” She drank some water and resumed what she was doing, still not feeling well.
A while later she found herself kneeling on the floor of the bathroom Mat concerned behind her “Maybe we should go see a doctor?” Mat questioned from behind her, hands entangled in her hair while she leaned over the toilet.
She was a horrible shade of grey, and sweat had seeped through her T-shirt, and ran down her face. He leaned around to look at her but she swatted him away.
“Don’t look at me.”
“Stop. What do they say during weddings? For rich or for poor-?”
“In sickness and in health? Shouldn’t you know that?”
“I never got that far before.”
Even while hovering over a toilet Leighton chuckled a little, and leaned her forehead on her forearm “Your an idiot.”
“But I made you laugh didn’t I?” He rubbed her back soothingly as another bout of vomit gurgled up her throat.
*************
The headboard of Beau’s bed rocked against the wall, surely waking all his neighbors but he didn’t care. Her eyes were closed and he just couldn’t get over how fucking beautiful she looked under him, hair messy, face flushed her body arched against his. She was so sensitive to his touch and he almost felt bad for the poor schmuck she had left at the bar who was missing out on this tonight.
Now that he’d her once, he knew he had to have her again. He had turned down his regular Saturday night hookup with no real guarantee that she would even come home with him, but when he saw her eyeing him from a cross the club he was determined to get her back in his bed.
Mission accomplished.
“Fuck.” She swore, nails scraping along his neck.
He was panting in her ear and starting to sweat as he moved in and out of her going deeper and deeper.
“Harder.” His hand closed around her throat and she closed her eyes.
“I said harder.”
He bit down hard on the skin of her neck and she cried out with a gasp “You fucker-“
“Your so goddamn tight. Fuck.” He cursed face buried in her hair. He pulled one leg up over his shoulder and pushed in even deeper. Her skin was balmy under his hands and the shimmer of sweat that had appeared over her chest and abdomen was catching the light from outside.
“Ohmygod.” She moaned out. His pushes became erratic and the moaning became louder. She let out a strangled cry as he rammed into her brutally a few times before collapsing on top of her, kissing her sloppily tounge leaving a wet trail around her mouth. She let her hands run across his jaw tugging lightly on the stubble there as she eagerly kissed back.
He pulled away from her, forehead resting in her neck as he attempted to even his breathing. He felt her stiffen suddenly beneath him.
“Get off me.” She said, eyes burning up at him. She was frowning and looked disgusted with him.
He chuckled a little and eased himself out and on to the bed next to her “There’s the Ginny I know.”
“First of all, you don’t know me. And second of all-“
“Can you just shut up for like 2 seconds and enjoy the moment?”
Ginny huffed and wiggled away from him, arms crossed to prevent him from touching her. Even though he’d literally just fucked her brains out two minutes ago, she was laying in his bed acting like she didn’t even want him to breathe the same air as her.
“What is this anyways?” She asked finally. He could only see her profile, the light from the outside only throwing enough to make her out faintly, but he could her the uncertainty in her question.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean this. What is this.” She gestured between them and sat up, pulling the sheet up to cover herself. Her hair was a mess, and she had a hickey on the side of her neck, which she would have to figure out a way to explain, but she wasn’t worried about that right now.
“It whatever you want it to be Ginny.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I don’t have answer.”
She frowned and turned her head away from him. The silence in the room was suffocating till she spoke again.
“You know. I’m not some plaything.”
He felt a little guilty for a moment. The way she said it sounded sad and painful, and he wondered if having sex with him was actually making her life worse. He didn’t think of her as a plaything. He knew her, he’d shared time with her, she wasn’t some random girl he met in a bar. She’d become a facet in his everyday life, and she would continue to be one long after the wedding. They had been pushed together by fate, and they would stay that way for as long as Mat and Leighton stayed married.
“I-I know that.”
“Do you?” She still faced away from him, but her voice was small.
“Yes I do. Look.” He sat up and turned her to face him “I don’t know what this is, besides unexpected but I don’t wanna stop. I know that.”
She bit her lip “Me neither. But what will we tell them?”
“We won’t. We’re consenting adults and what happens between us is no one else’s business. Right?”
“Right…So we’re just hooking up?” She finger quoted, and waited for him to answer her. She looked skeptical, and was leaning away from him. Her wall, which had been down just a few moments ago, was now slowly rising up. He could see it plain as day on her face that she didn’t trust him, and that she was bracing herself for what he would say next.
“Do you wanna? Keep hooking up I mean? I don’t wanna stop but if your not cool with it then we can forget this ever happened.”
Ginny laughed softly and shook her head, the smallest flicker of something behind her eyes before she spoke again “I couldn’t forget this if I tried.”
************
Kaitlin was parked outside of Beau’s apartment scheming.
She’d been there for a while now. She had realized, that she would need to dismantle the wedding from the inside out and the easiest way to get to Mat was through Beau.
He had never liked her. He had never even tried to like her, and she didn’t like him either. He was just another person in Mat’s life who didn’t want to see them together, because they all wanted him with the dumb bitch who broke his heart four years ago.
And what did they know?
They weren’t the ones who listened to him ramble on and on about how much he still loved her. They hadn’t helped him pick up each piece of his heart and carefully, and painfully put it back together. They didn’t have to ouch their feelings down, and listen to him drone on about a girl when she was practically screaming in front of him that she could be better than her. They didn’t know anything.
Kaitlin wiped at a tear. She knew she sounded crazy but she was so broken and consumed by the fact that she’d done everything right. She’d followed all the rules. And they all still loved Leighton more.
His friends. His family.
And even Mat himself.
She was jarred from her thoughts however when she saw Beau open the door to the complex, and turn to speak to someone behind him. She could see it was a girl, and at first she thought it was just someone he was hooking up with, but when she came into the light she realized it was Ginny.
Kaitlin watched in awe as an Uber pulled up to the sidewalk and Ginny turned to him. They spoke for a few moments before he pulled Ginny forward into a kiss so searing, she had to look away. There was no way Mat and Leighton knew about this, or they wouldn’t be sneaking around after dark together. It would surely cause some drama, and definite rift. If they were lying to them about their involvement, the truth coming out could be catastrophic.
She watched as Ginny smiled, got into the car and it drove away, disappearing from sight as he made his way back into his complex. He stopped suddenly at the door and turned to look over his shoulder, eyes moving up and down the street. Kaitlin ducked, and once she was sure he hadn’t seen her she peeked over the dash. He had gone back in his complex, and Kaitlin started her car, smiling a little.
This was the in she needed.
************
Ginny dropped her purse on the floor by her front door and kicked off her shoes. She was exhausted, too tired to even shower as she shed her clothing on the way to her room, leaving it laying on the floor.
She slipped on an oversized T-shirt and crawled into bed, wrapping her knees up to her chest. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, eyes closing.
A single tear slipped out of her eye, and dripped across her nose on to her bed. It was followed by another one, and another as they formed a large wet spot on her sheets. Every emotion she’d been holding, for what felt like her whole life, was pouring out of her eyes, drowning her. Pain wracked her with a loud sob, as she gripped the fabric of her pillow as tightly as she could.
She squeezed her eyes shut, in an attempt to stop the tears but they continued to fall freely. Sleep came easy, tears still on her face and Beau still on her mind.
**************
“Knock knock.” Leighton glanced up from her desk, and was surprised to see Ethan standing in her doorway. She’d only had a few interactions with him but he seemed like a nice guy, which is why she set him up with Ginny in the first place.
“Ethan, hi. What’s up?”
He looked around awkwardly, hands in his pockets “Have you-have you talked to Ginny?”
“Not today, I don’t think she’s here yet. Why?”
“Well Things were going great last night, and then I went to the bathroom and she was gone, and she said she had some kind of emergency or something. I’m just hoping she’s okay?”
Leighton frowned “An emergency? I mean she didn’t say anything to me, but I haven’t talked to her since yesterday. Did something happen?”
He shrugged “I don’t think so. We were talking about your wedding and then she just disappeared.” He looked a little sad standing in her doorway.
“Im sure she had some kind of emergency or something. I’ll talk to her and find out.” Leighton felt another wave of sickness rise in her throat and she covered her mouth. Ethan looked at her concerned.
“Are you alright? Do you need me to call-“
“No I’m fine, I’m just stressed is all. I forgot to eat today. But don’t worry I’ll talk to her.”
“Thanks Leighton. I really like her, and I definitely wanna go out with her again sometime.”
“No problem.”
He gave her a smile and left her office. Ginny was a no show the rest of the day, the receptionist told Leighton she had called in sick.
She pulled out her phone and sent her a message.
Hey, Carol said you were sick today? Do you need anything? How was your date last night?
The typing bubble appeared and then disappeared several times before she answered.
Hey, no I’m good just a cold but thanks❤️ The date went great, I had a good time. He didn’t bring me home till late so I didn’t wanna text you and wake you. I’ll fill you in Monday. Lets do lunch?
Sure. Hope you feel better. Get lots of rest and let us know if you need us.
Something was up.
She had the strangest feeling as she made her way home, and entered the apartment. Mat was sitting on the sofa, and tipped his head back and smiled at her.
“Hey babe. How was work? Im surprised your home this-“ he stopped when he looked at her. She was pale and sweaty, dark circles under her eyes.
“I only went in for a few hours. It was fine-What?”
“Did you eat today?”
Leighton set her purse down and turned to him slowly, chewing on her lip “I forgot. I’m sorry.” Mat sighed and shook his head but she continued talking “Ethan came by my office today.”
“Ethan? The guy Gin went out with?”
“Yeah. He said she left suddenly because of an emergency.”
“What kind of an emergency?”
“I don’t know. But she told me she had a good time and that he brought her home late, and now she said she’s sick.” Leighton wiped the sweat from her forehead and leaned on the arm of the sofa.
Mat frowned “That’s very…odd.”
“Did she seem weird to you? The past couple days she just seems off.”
“I guess. Ginny is moody though so I haven’t really thought anything of it. Maybe it’s just stress. She’s been pretty upset about all this wedding stuff. And it seems like she isn’t the only one.” He reached up to touch her forehead “Do you need to see a doctor?”
“I know, but there’s something else. I can’t put my finger on it but something is going on. She’s hiding something from me. And no I’m fine. Just stress, and I think I have a stomach bug.”
“What would she be hiding? You guys know everything about each other. I didn’t think you kept secrets. I’m sure that’s all it is, but if it continues then you should see a doctor. Okay?”
“We don’t…usually.”
Mat pursed his lips, eyebrows coming together “Do you want me to try and talk to her? She might not tell you if it’s wedding stuff because she wants to keep you stress free.”
“Okay. That would be great. Thank you.” She leaned forward to kiss him and then smiled “I’m going to go change.” He stared at her pointedly until she added “And eat something.”
************
Knock knock
Ginny opened her apartment door at 7:30 that evening to find Beau leaning on the other side.
“Hey.”
“Hi.” She said leaning her head on the door. She was wide eyed, staring at him with an unreadable expression “What are you doing here?”
“I don’t know. I just thought maybe I wanted to see you is all.” He reached forward and let his finger slide across her shoulder to untangle a lock of hair from her tank top strap. A trail of goosebumps bloomed across her skin as his finger slid down, and gripped her wrist “Unless you want me to leave.”
She shook her head and opened the door wider, hand slipping into his as she pulled him inside the door, closing it just as he pressed his lips to hers.
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