#girls turn 35 and decide to go off the walls

[boxdstars]

Commissioner Ambrose, head of the auror department, at MACUSA, grand sorceror, closeted werewolf and filthy authoritarian

[latelyanobsession]

Gossip Swap

summary rumors can be nasty. especially when straight out of your boyfriend’s mouth. kind words however, can make a world of difference when offered up by a kind soul.

warnings cursing, rumors/gossiping, emotional hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, smut, TW: use of fat-shaming slurs

word count 2,737

note based on a request by @harringtonfan4: "eddie x steve x plus size female reader…reader has been dating Steve he told reader he was sick he goes to party instead someone gets him on video all over Nancy and telling her and the others how unhappy he has been with reader because of how she looks and what he’s used too whole school sees it …eddie steps in to pick up the pieces (smut preferred) maybe eddie has a squirting kink or breeding kink (regular smut is fine if you don’t do those) and Steve decides he made a mistake..reader chooses eddie ….sorry my asks are long winded I have specific ideas I’m just not good at writing them lol. If it’s too much let me know I’ll tone down my explanations"

i've changed your request a bit by having the reader and steve's break up be based on the spread of a rumor through the school rather than a video. using a video would've taken a lot of effort back then, (ie. filming and then copying multiple VHS tapes or having to pass a single tape around to multiple people would've taken a lot of time). so using word of mouth to spread a nasty rumor would make better sense to spread something like that from a weekend party faster in the 80s.

also a couple lil tweaks to the smut and setting just to make it flow. a full disclosure as well that i've never read any existing smut for eddie so this is just my interpretation of how i think he would align in sexual interactions based on my interpretation of his character.

As always any feedback is much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You pursed your lips, eyes zeroed in on the dial as you twirled the tumbler on your locker.

35 - 11 - 27

Hooking your finger in the latch, you opened the door. It's hinges squeaking.

"That her?" a voice asked, walking past.

"Yeah, I feel so bad for her..." another answered.

You peered past your locker door, eyebrows creased in curiosity.

The pair of upperclassmen quickly turning their heads away as they wandered further down the hallway.

You shrugged it off. They must've been talking about somebody else. There was nothing going on with you.

Sinking into your seat in first period, the low rumble of whispers slithered its way through the room, snaking its way up your spine and settling beneath your skin.

"I can't believe he said that...!"

"Well... I would want someone more... y'know..."

"Can you blame him?"

Clenching your fists, you tried to ignore their words as they coiled around you. Constricting you with each breath. Your chest pulling tight.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" you burst out loud, throwing your pen gruffly against your notebook, bouncing it to the floor.

Your classmates paused, quieting. Their faces mixed with looks of pity and guilt.

But none of them answered you.

The remainder of the period passed in relative silence, with you leaving the room in frustration.

It felt like the whole school's eyes were on you.

And you didn't know why.

The next period was no better. Nor the one after that.

The day was unraveling into an uncontrolled nightmare. And you wanted to get away from it as soon as possible.

Taking a deep breath, you latched the sliding bolt on the bathroom stall and sat down.

You didn't even need to pee. You just wanted a quiet moment alone.

You took another deep breath, closing your eyes.

The door to the bathroom swung open, the back slamming loudly against the tile wall as girls entered.

"I still can't believe Steve said that!" one girl hummed excitedly.

"Well you should, I was there. I heard the whole thing!" replied the other.

"He was seriously with Nancy?" asked a third.

"Of course!" answered the second, as if this were obvious. "They were all over each other... Steve was practically sobbing about wanting her back."

They giggled amongst themselves.

"But... what about the part... about... Y/N?" asked the first.

"Oh..." the second clucked, "Yeah, he wouldn't stop whining about how sick he is being stuck with a cow like her..."

They shrieked with laughter, the shrill sound clattering off the walls.

"He really called her a cow?" the third snorted ungraciously.

"...Like a pillow that's already too stuffed to stuff... if you get it..." the second mused.

They laughed again.

You swallowed thickly, trying to remain as collected as possible. You didn't want them to know you were there.

Your eyes were brimming over with tears as you clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle a shaky exhale.

"I mean why'd he ever trade Nancy for that whale anyhow?" the second complained.

"It's a complete downgrade..." agreed the third.

"There's no way a fatso like her could ever satisfy him... she's too busy stuffing her face." the first stated.

They all made varying sounds of agreement, washing their hands. The door slamming back open, and coming to with a soft thud.

You threw the stall door open, letting out a long-held sob. How could any of this be true?

But it had to be... "I was there. I heard the whole thing!"

Steve had bailed on you over the weekend. He called, coughing and whining pathetically through the phoneline of how ill he felt. And you bought it like an absolute sucker.

How stupid you truly were. Planning on bringing him homemade soup after school this afternoon, when he was already wrapping himself up soundly ... in Nancy Wheeler's lap.

Fleeing the bathroom, you quit the school building entirely. Not wanting to deal with another single pair of eyes on you.

You cut out across the football field and into the woods, just looking for a quiet place to walk. To seeth. To hide.

A few yards in you found a clearing with a weathered picnic table, empty beer cans scattered across its top.

This place didn't seem familiar to you, but it was close yet far enough away from school grounds that it seemed like a good place to settle.

Dropping onto the bench, tears began trickling out in steady rivulets down your heated cheeks. Your shoulders shaking with heavy sobs as the conversation you overheard began to replay in your mind.

Steve wouldn't have gone back to Nancy if I wasn't fat.

The voice in your head began...

Steve wouldn't have lied to me and gone to that party on his own if he wasn't embarrassed to be seen with me.

The voice pressed.

Steve doesn't love me. I'm too fat to be with Steve.

Too fat...

You crumbled.

Your hands coming up and hiding your face. Tears quickly turning bitter as your chest felt fit to shatter.

Every sweet thing he had ever told you must have been a lie. Why else would he be able to pivot so quickly? Turn back to Nancy so smoothly?

So thoroughly enveloped in your sorrow, you didn't notice someone enter the glade.

"Uhhhh?" the voice hemmed, cutting through a bout of your sobs, startling you.

"You doin' ok? I mean you're obviously not... but... Are you?"

You peered up through your fingers, snuffling horribly, your nose stuffed with snot.

A lanky boy with ratty hair and torn jeans was standing at the edge of the clearing.

He stood there awkwardly scratching his cheek, a black lunchbox in his other hand.

"I- I'm sorry... -'ll leave..." you sniveled getting up, not realizing you were intruding on someone's coveted lunch spot.

He tossed up his hands lightly, "don't worry about it... it's cool. Y/N right?"

You nodded slowly, he seemed familiar but you couldn't really place him.

"Do I know you?" you sniffed, wiping a sleeve at your eyes.

He shrugged, lips puckered thoughtfully as he clasped his hands behind his back.

"Well, you should... You and your boytoy bought weed from me a few times..." he stated dryly.

"He's not my -!" you clipped spitefully, snapping your jaw shut in realization.

"Oh?" he said, sitting down next to you. "My mistake... thought you were a thing."

"Not anymore..." you whispered.

You looked over at him, "I'm sorry..." you apologized again, "you don't need to hear about my shit."

Kicking his feet to and fro childishly, his heels tossed up leaves all around you. His eyes focused on the trees.

"Well sounds like someone should hear it... It's Eddie by the way..." he smiled at you gently, nudging your shoulder with his own to go on.

You smiled coyly, eyes dodging to your toes.

"It's just..." you sputtered, fingers wrapping around the bench tensely, "he said I'm too fat for him."

Tears were threatening to fall yet again.

He let off an obnoxious laugh, you wanted to punch him.

"I'm sorry..." his brows knitting together, as if in deep thought before they shot high, "Is he mental!?" Eddie shouted, hopping to his feet.

You blinked at him, dumbfounded, "What?"

"Boytoy. Is he completely certifiable?" Eddie pointed at his head, index finger swirling counterclockwise.

Your eyebrows furrowed, "I don't... think... no?"

He tossed his hands dramatically skyward, "Y/N!"

You jumped.

"He has to be!" he reasoned, arms still thrust high.

"You're just so .... kind. And so genuine. And smart. And beautiful and so –" he spoke rapidly, listing your qualities off each finger. Pacing himself into a small tight circle.

"You think I'm beautiful?" you interrupted him.

He stopped, looking up from his fingers, bringing his hand bashfully to his lips.

His eyes darting around the grove, before answering.

"Yeah. But you're so much more than that," he added.

Coming back to the table he straddled the bench, a leg on each side, looking you square in the eyes.

"He's a dumbass for cheating on you." Eddie declared. "I mean he couldn't be more of an idiot! Total dick move!" He waved his arms in an axing motion.

You laughed, "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem! If you were my -" his words fell short as your lips collided with his.

"Eddie?" you hummed, pulling away, your foreheads resting together.

"Yah?" he breathed.

"Please shut up." you giggled.

"Yes ma'am," he replied enthusiastically.

Yoking a hand around his shoulders, you pulled him back in. Lips ghosting over his, your tongue playfully laving at his bottom lip.

He groaned loudly, lips parting in invitation. His hands swiftly seizing you and pulling you in.

His grasp was greedy. Desperate. Wanton. Tugging your sweater out of place, his chilled fingers pricking up goosebumps in their wake along every inch of newly discovered skin.

Small gasps tumbling from your tongue to his as those long fingers crawled lower, twiddling with the button of your jeans.

"You sure you want this?" he asked breaking from you, his eyes shimmering with sincerity.

"Wouldn't want Boytoy to miss you or anything..." he chuffed with a somber smile.

You placed your palm on his cheek. "Eddie, he's already missed me..." you leaned in kissing him chastely, "by a long shot."

A brilliant smile lit up his features, warm brown eyes shining.

"Really?" he was shocked.

"Yes," you replied, crawling into his lap. "I want you. I need... this." You emphasized with a searing kiss, grinding your weight against him.

His hands gripped your sides, digging in and holding you close as he whimpered at the feeling. Even through layers of denim, you could feel a thick bulge burgeoning against your inner thigh.

Sitting up momentarily you wrapped your hand around his belt, yanking him forward, manhandling him. Pressing him back gruffly against the picnic table, he planted both feet back in front of the bench, letting off a slight wince of surprise.

"What you got planned sweety?" he asked cutely.

Propping a knee on the bench you towered over him, hands undoing his belt buckle. Fingers nimbly unfastening his fly.

"You'll see." you teased, a finger tracing up the length of his clothed erection, his neck straining.

"Oh .... ooooh, that's not fair," he whined, a foot kicking in protest. Your hand slyly enveloping his length and pulling him out into the open.

You kissed him, lingering to pull at his tongue. "You're gonna get yours don't worry about it." you hummed, hand pumping smoothly up his length as you admired his pained expression.

Backing off, you unclasped your jeans shimmying them down just below the swell of your ass. A sharp inhale reaching your ear, "fuck."

Peering over your shoulder, you regarded him with heavily lidded eyes. "Like?"

He swallowed thickly, nodding as his gaze washed over you. "Y-yah."

You smirked your cheeks heating.

"You'll like this better..." you challenged as you reversed, placing yourself between his legs.

You lowered yourself onto his lap, grinding your bare cunt against his cock. The evidence of your arousal coating him from base to tip.

"Shit babe," he whined hands clamped onto your hips more so for his own sanity than for yours.

Reaching back you gave him a couple short strokes before lining him against your entrance, the bulging head already pressed between your pussy lips in anticipation.

Sinking down onto his length, you cried out. The stretch making your knees weak, your hands gripping his thighs to ground yourself.

"God Eddie!" you exhaled, eyes blinking widely.

"Babe you gotta move..." Eddie complained, voice straining. "I'm not gonna make it!" His grip was becoming harsh, almost biting. His hips trying to thrust, heels pressing against the ground for purchase.

"Eddie please..." you warned pathetically, "don't do that." He was already so deep. Your walls wrapped snuggly around him. Each small movement lighting up nerve endings you didn't even know you had.

Roping his arms around your middle, he hauled you back, knocking you off balance. Gaining leverage and driving himself deeper.

"Eddie!" you whimpered, pressed flush against him. "Eddie I can't...I'll –"

His pace was gaining, thrusting deeper. The sounds of your pussy beginning to fill the air. The sopping wet clap between your bodies with each stroke.

"Eddie please!" you begged nearly sobbing. You could feel it. That tingle. It was growing with every thrust of his hips.

"Babe I promise. I'm so close." he warbled, his pace growing erratic and hurried.

You were trying so hard to hold back, trying to focus. Trying to clamp down on your muscles. Pulling your legs together snugly. But everything you were doing made the feeling more intense and made him respond more aggressively.

"Fuuuuuuck babe. That's amazing. Just like that!" he encouraged with your last attempt, curling himself up and pistoning his cock into you even harder.

Tears were at the corners of your eyes, you couldn't hold it back. The pleasure was unbearable. Your walls starting to spasm, shaking the pitiful attempt at self-control that you had.

"Eddie... I'm gonna cum!" you wailed brokenly.

"Cum babe...!" he panted, slamming against your cunt. "Cum on my cock!"

"No Eddie ... I'll –" you cut off keening as he connected. Your head tilted back and your legs shook as it struck, warm fluid gushing out.

You thought for certain he'd come to a screeching halt. Toss you off for that. But he kept going, hips stuttering as his lips found your ear.

"Babe can I... can I cum insi –..." his breath faltering, as you dropped your hips back, grinding into him.

"Yes..." you exhaled shakily, continuing to ride him through his high.

The forest became quiet again as you both panted. Eddie beneath you.

You pulled off, trying to gather yourself up. The embarrassment was already suffocating you.

"Eddie I'm so so sorry." you looked at him miserably.

Sitting up, he looked at you casually, "Sorry? Sweets that was so fucking hot!" Tucking himself in, he stood up coming over to you.

Pulling a black bandana from his back pocket he offered it to you.

"Y'know..." he started, as you gratefully took the cloth, cleaning yourself off as best you could. "I'd love to do that with you again sometime..."

You blushed, handing him the bandana.

Looking up at him you nodded. "Yeah... but maybe not outside..."

He smiled coyly, laughing. "Yeah."

You looked at his pants, your face falling into a frown. "God... I'm–."

He laughed tossing up his hands, "Don't worry about it. Was gonna skip after this anyhow."

"You sure?" you looked at him guiltily.

"–'m sure." he soothed.

The warning bell echoed through the trees. How many periods had you missed?

You checked your watch.

"Shit," you cursed, "I gotta motor, but find me tomorrow?"

You grabbed your things and scooted from the grove.

Sliding in late to your last period of the day, the eyes and murmurings from your classmates was no longer as bothersome.

When the day ended you actually had a smile on your face as you headed toward the parking lot. That was until you saw your boyfriend.

"Hey Y/N!" Steve waved you over from his beamer.

You walked wide, heading off to the opposite sidewalk.

"Y/N?" Confusion was settling into Steve's features as he jogged after you. "Hey what gives I'm here to take you home. Y'know..." He reached for your hand flirtatiously.

You jerked yourself away.

"What gives?!" your eyebrows shot high. "Why don't you go ask Nancy!"

You turned on your heels to walk away, as he wrapped a hand around your wrist.

"Guess you found out huh?" he said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck with his other hand.

"Yeah I guess so..." you spat venomously trying to wriggle free.

Stepping into your space Steve stroked a thumb over your cheek.

"Ya know I didn't mean it right? I was drunk." he gave you a lopsided grin. "You're my girl. Always will be."

You gave him a rough shove sending him shuffling back.

"No, I'm not!" you shouted. "You chose her! And I'm dumping you!"

He was stunned, his arms hanging limply at his side.

"You what?" he spoke each word as if carefully chewed, his mouth running dry.

"I'm...dumping...you" you enunciated each word. "Don't call me."

Readjusting your backpack you walked away, leaving him standing there.

The next day, you were back at your new lunch spot.

[multimilfs]

Morticia Addams x Fem!Reader: Dark Hearts, Dark Desires

Summary: Morticia Addams + 35 -- "Stop laughing at me."

AO3

Prompts found here!

A/N: This is short and sweet. I wanted to imagine a little moment in the Addams household and this is what came to mind. I hope you enjoy!

Full Ficmas List

Tag List: @escapetodreamworld @multifandomfix @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @leftoverenvy

Warning(s): Poison mention

“Oh—oh my!” 

Flouncing into Wednesday’s room on your weekly weapons roundup, you haven’t been paying much attention. The door being open usually meant Wednesday was at school or off reading. 

So when you walk in and witness her in a bright pink dress, you’re stunned to say the least. Your grim little girl looks miserable and not in a fun way. 

“It’s delightful, isn’t it?” Wednesday asks, voice dripping with disdain. 

“Certainly, darling. Very bright.” 

“It’s hideous.” 

“Don’t be so hasty. Do you like it?” 

Wednesday hesitates. She turns slowly and stiffly in the mirror. Tugging her braids to the front, she turns again. You wait. 

With her getting older, you knew it’d be a matter of time before she began to experiment; you just hadn’t expected your first run-in with her experimentation to be related to clothing. She’s preferred black as long as you can remember. 

You despise the pink. It’s bright and cheery and the very opposite of what you’d expect of an Addams; but you want Wednesday to be secure and supported in whatever she chooses. So you wait patiently while she takes in her appearance. 

“I hate it.” She decides. 

A laugh leaves you. You’re relieved more than anything. 

“Stop laughing at me.”

“Oh, darling, I’m not laughing at you,” You assure, kissing her forehead, “I was laughing at myself. I was very concerned about how I’d wash something so pink when the rest of us wear black.” 

Wednesday hums, nodding, “Can I burn this?” 

“Only if you let your brother assist.” 

She pauses. Hands folded in front of her, she hums for a few, long moments, as if weighing the pros and cons. 

“Fine, but I get to start the fire.” She decides. 

“I’ll inform him of your terms. Any weapons you need returned?” 

You motion to the metal chest under your arm. Daggers and short swords glint in the dim firelight, some not at all, covered in rust and what looks like dried blood. 

Wednesday produces a few daggers; one from under her pillow, one from her desk, and one you somehow missed buried in the wall. She’s careful to hand them over hilt-first. 

“Thank you, darling. You remember our fire safety rules?” 

“Don’t set anyone on fire without their consent and no summoning the dark forces until I’m fifteen.” She recites. 

“Very good.” 

Wednesday runs off to find Pugsley and you continue your sweep of the house; you find more than half of the missing lot in Mamá’s room. Satisfied, you walk downstairs, peering into the kitchen and stopping short.

Morticia—goddess she is, bathed in shadows—stands at the counter, mixing something in a bowl furiously. You raise an eyebrow. 

“Something the matter, Tish?” You ask. 

“Not in the slightest.” 

“You’re mixing that like you’re trying to torture it. I’m not jealous, but is there a reason for that?” 

She sighs, “I didn’t pick enough nightshade berries to make the mixture black.” 

You smile fondly and round the counter to kiss her. Her lips taste faintly of Belladonna and you have to pull away, lest you find yourself distracted. Looking into the batter, you hum sympathetically; it’s a deep purple rather than a midnight black.

“Simple,” You say, “I’ll go pick more.”

“Are you sure, darling? Ever since we used the wrong potting soil, it’s been trying to eat us—even Mama. You must promise you won’t let it get you.” 

“Never without you, Tish. I’ll take Lurch. It likes him.” 

“He’s the only one it couldn’t hope to digest.” Morticia nods. 

“I feel like there’s a beautiful metaphor in there somewhere,” You say, admiring Morticia as she goes back to her work. 

“To be certain. We always want what we can’t have.” 

“Except us.” 

Her red lips part in a smile, “Except us, my dark heart.” 

[lyn-js]

Dancing under the Moonlight | Chapter 4. Truth Unraveled

Bradley Bradshaw x OC Reader (Nickname Honey)

Summary: After the Uranium Mission, Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to settle down. Maybe even start a family at some point in time. But he felt so tired (and old) to be in the dating scene. That's until he sees a beautiful new bartender at The Hard Deck. Not only that; turns out she's Penny's niece, Beatrice. They both hit it off amazing, but for some reason, Beatrice isn't letting her walls down yet. But Bradley is going to get to the bottom of what Bea's big secret is.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, mentions of past abuse, fluff, eventually smut 18+, age gap (24 & 35)

(Bradley’s POV)

I was jumping out of the Bronco making my way into the bar. Just a usual Friday night, hanging out with the squad. I wish Bea was here with us, but we talked earlier, and said she and the girls had to work at the diner for a couple hours. I don’t know why, but when she was talking she seemed a little distracted. Like she was doing something on the other end. I wanted to ask her, but I’m not going to make her answer me when she does feel like it. I’m not going to be the type of boyfriend that will question her every move. I sure as hell won’t be that asshole that treated her with disrespect. I try not to get mad when thinking about it. All I know right now is that she is in a safer place. I try and distract myself when I see the group, and waving me over.

As I get over to the guys, I can hear some of them talking about another bar they wanted to xstop at. When I ask them what they were talking about Phoenix steps up to the plate as fast as humanly possible.

“Oh we were talking about this club that’s in San Diego, I think it’s called The Glamor Lounge. It’s a nice dance lounge. Actually, Chantal works there, can wait to see her.” I was taken back a little. Why would Bea lie to me about Chantal working with her? I think to myself. I still don’t want to think about this too much, so I go back to the present and see where we all want to go.

We all agree that we want to “The Glamor Lounge’, I sit in the parking lot looking at the big arch with the big neon sign with stars all aligned on it. Seems like a nice place. I hop out and try and catch up to the squad. 

Let’s see where the night leads us.

When we reach the inside, we go down a flight of stairs. When we reach the bottom, there are large windows showing the inside of the lounge. People taking, having drinks, we see some people up on stage dancing.

But we’re stopped by a man who has a mysterious look. We all give confused looks until he speaks up. “We may have no windows, but this is the best view you’ll get in San Diego. That’ll be $70.” he looks at all of us. So, we all hand Nat each 10 bucks from our wallets.

“What is this place, like a strip club?” Jake sneaks up next to Nat. We all look at the man, and he looks appalled. “A strip club? I should wash your mouth out with jagermister. The only pole you’ll find in there is Ashley the shot girl.” We all try out hard not to laugh because Jake made a complete ass out of himself. But none of us are complaining. Nat hands over the money, and the man opens the doors and tells us to enjoy.

Once we get in, we all grab drinks from the bar, and squeeze into a booth near the back, but close enough to see the stage. So far, we’re all having a good time, laughing, telling jokes, and still not letting Jake down for making an ass of himself. But we all quiet down when we see the house light die down to an even darker setting, and the spotlights circling around the red curtains. We see the darkened fabric being pulled up from its spot and see the silhouette of 8 girls on stage. A couple of seconds later we look over and hear a band start playing music. Then we see the spotlight fall on a couple of the girls.

My eyes widen when I see the girl in the center of the group. It can’t be?

It’s Beatrice and the rest of the girls. I see her ascend from them, and dance to the beat of the music.

Why would she lie to me? I wouldn’t be mad. But she shouldn’t have to keep this from me.

I snap out of my thoughts when she sees me and the group. I can see her eyes widen, but continues to dance and finish her routine with the girls. Trying to focus and not mess up. When the dance is finished, I can see her go off stage before the curtain is down. A couple of minutes later I hear a ring from my phone. I see that It was from Bea.

Honey🐝: Can you go wait by the bar? I’ll explain everything. Please don’t leave.

I can’t believe she thinks I would leave her.

You: I wasn't gonna leave anyway, Honey. I’ll wait for you. You know that. Plus I wanna see that little number you had up on stage.😏

Honey: Okay. See you soon. 

I get up from the booth and make my way to the bar.

(Your POV)

I have never wanted to die on the spot in my entire life, up until this very moment. I wasn't expecting the squad to show up tonight, let alone Bradley.

It was a typical night at the club. Dancing, getting changed into our different costumes, going back on stage, repeat.

I was on for a group number with all the girls when it started, I was my usual self. Feeling the music, letting all of my problems melt away, and finally being free from my stressful life. Up until the point where I locked eyes with someone, I could make out who I was at first. But when the main spotlight was off of me, I finally could see who was all in the crowd. I lock eyes with the person again, I just wanted to curl up into a ball onstage. Obviously, I couldn’t do that, so I just kept my cool and pretended that nothing had happened.

As we all rounded back up when the group number ended, I made sure the curtain was closed enough so I could rush off stage and try and text Bradley, and make sure he did run off. I really liked him, he was different, he made you feel special, he made you feel like you were worth something in this world. He asked me to be his girlfriend a couple of weeks ago, and ever since then We always spent time off together whenever we can. 

After the little altercation, he would show up to the bar when I would have my shift, just to make sure I was okay. I told him he did have to do that, but he insisted that he wanted to, and that was final. So I didn’t bring it up ever again. He would show up at Penny’s house, to have movie nights, snuggle, and have the occasional make-out session. I wouldn’t trade that for the world. I would do anything to keep those amazing times with him. But right now it feels like those memories are all slipping away just because I wasn’t bold enough to tell Bradley what I do for work. Just even thinking about losing him gets me teary-eyed.

I walk back to the dressing room in search of my phone, open my messages, and try to text him as fast as possible, not really caring if I misspell anything. I just need him to listen, even if it’s only for a couple of seconds.

When he said we could talk at the bar, I sighed in relief, almost crying tears of joy. You tell Chantal about what happened, and she wishes you good luck also trying to give words of encouragement like ‘Go get your man babes’ but I’ll take what I can get.

As I’m walking towards the bar, I try to calm my nerves the best I can, trying to calm down my beating heart, rubbing my sweaty palms on my legs, getting the redness out of my cheeks. But all of that stress goes away when I make it up to Bradley. Before he can even get a word out, I start pouring out my whole soul.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I was just nervous you wouldn’t like me if I told you I was a burlesque dancer. I didn’t want you to hate me…I’m sorry.” He already knows what to do. He grabs one of my hands and puts it on his chest, letting me listen to his heartbeat. “Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, I don’t hate you, Honey,” He says in a calm tone. Which I’m very surprised by. I would have expected him to get mad, break up, and tell me he never wanted to see me again. But I try to remind myself, that he’s not Zeke. He’s not the bad guy. But I try and put that in the back of my mind for now, focus on the moment, and listen to his soft heartbeat.

I eventually calmed down and heard Bradley speak up again. “I want you to go slow, okay baby?” I nod as I continue to try and get my breathing back to normal.

“I'm just sorry I didn’t tell you.” I just want to bury my head in the sand, I just couldn’t imagine what he thinks of me now. “I’m not mad Honey, I’m a little bit surprised though. You were really good up there baby.”

“I knew this would happen… wait what?” I looked up at him questioning what he just said. “If this is what you want. If this makes you happy. I’m for it,” he says with an assured smile. “So you're not gonna force me to quit because I look like a slut, and I use my body to make money.” I just spew out of your uncontrollable mouth. I watch Bradley’s expression change from reassuring to concerned.

“Why would I ever say that about you, Honey? You are not any of those things. You were amazing up there.” He comes closer to me to whisper in my ear. “Plus you look super fucking hot when you were moving that beautiful body too.” He says in a low burly type voice.

That made chills run all across my body, and my cheeks heated up from embarrassment. I try to push him away from me playfully but he comes back to your side, even closer than he was before. “You look amazing in this outfit, I just want you to myself,” he says in a low tone again. Just as I was about to say something to him, I got called over by Sean saying you were up for the next number.

“I guess I gotta go, I’ll see you later,” I go up to kiss him, but he already beat me to it. But this kiss wasn’t just a kiss. This kiss was so heated, and filled with so much passion, I didn’t even realize that he moved away, but when I did notice, I immediately chased after his lips. “I'll see ya later, Honey. Okay?” I give a small ‘yea’ and make my way backstage again.

Turns out this night just got better.

After a couple more numbers at the club, it was time for all of us to go home. When we all come out from the back, we see all of the squad at the bar finishing their last sips of beer from their bottles, and chatting with the owner, Tess. 

Tess was like a second mother to me. When I first arrived at the club, she was sweet and caring, the first real big fight Zeke and I had he threw me out in the pouring rain with nowhere to go. I didn’t want to go to Aunt Penny’s because I didn’t want her to be involved with my three-ringed circus of a life. So, I decided to go to Tess. She helped me the best ways she could. But anytime she would put the motherly role on her, I only wished my real mom was with me more.

Missing her warm and big hugs, little kisses on the head, calming me down when I was having bad dreams, saying ‘I love you” to her. I didn’t even notice that I shed a single tear down my cheek. But I see Braldey come over to me. “You okay, Honey?” he asks as he wipes the tear of my cheek.  You just give him one look and it seems all of your problems melt away. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just wanna head home.” You reach up and give him a little peck on the mouth. Then he wraps his arm around you, says your goodbyes, and heads out.

As we’re making our way to Braldey’s Bronco, for some reason I felt riled up, the heat pulled from my stomach all the way down to my hole. As we reached the passenger door, I don’t know what happened, I just grabbed the collar of his Hawaiian shirt and brought our lips into a searing kiss. He was first hesitant with the kiss, but then he began to take over.

I try and break away from him, but he chases after my lips and takes my bottom one between his teeth. Both of our chests are heaving, trying to catch air. But when I finally opened my eyes, and see he had a look of regret on his face.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” I ask him with concern laced in my voice. I’m sorry> I shouldn’t have done that to you. You were trying to back away but I kept going.” I try to stop Bradley before he even continues. “Hey, don’t blame yourself. I’m the one who started this. Plus I couldn't stop thinking about what you said to me earlier at the bar.” You try and hide your face away from him when to speak. Just even thinking about the interaction made your cheeks heat up again. 

He stops you before you can hide your face in your hoodie and brings your face up to look at him. But I know you're not ready, and I'm sorry.” “No, I want this, I’m ready. You’re the first person I felt safe with in a long time.” You put your palm against his cheek and see him nuzzle more into your hand. I bring my lips to him to give him a little kiss. When I move away again I mumble something on his lips.

“I’ve been wet ever since you told me, so yeah, I really want this.” I see him move away, and see his face. It looked like his eyes were about to pop out of his head.

So then I see him give me a quick peck, open my door and help me in, and see him run over to the driver's side to get in and move his seat back a little bit. He pats his thighs, and gestures to me that I sit down there. “You really want this. Honey, then I do too.” Without hesitation, I move over from the passenger seat to Bradley’s lap.

I immediately start rolling my hips into his crotch, starting to feel his cock getting harder between me. As I slip my hand between us to unbutton his pants. I feel his hand grab onto mine. “I’m fine right now Honey. Let me take care of you. Okay?” I let out a small ‘okay’ before my voice is being taken over by wanton moans.

I can feel his hands snake up into my sweatshirt and graze my ribs, going even higher and brushing against my bra. “You have no idea how bad I wanted this. I was getting hard when I saw you moving up there. I had to go the bathroom twice to get rid of my hard-on.” “well I’m glad I satisfied a customer tonight.” 

we both end up letting out a chuckle but resume our heated makeout in the car.

A couple of seconds later I felt his hands move higher until he was almost engulfing my breast over my bra. I decide to take off my top and bra together and toss it into the backseat. As soon as I saw Bradley look up at me, I just started to cover my chest, feeling out of place and starting to think this was a mistake. 

As I try and grab my sweatshirt from the backseat, suddenly I feel Bradley push me back to the steering wheel. “Don't hide from me. You’re just… so beautiful.” 

Without a second thought, he started to attack my chest. Wrapping his mouth around my nipple, feeling them start to pebble in his mouth. And feel his hand pich the other between his pointer and thumb.

I feel him move his mouth and latch on to the other. I start to grind harder, leaning my head back and letting out the loudest moans possible. “I’m so c-close Bradl-ley!” I squeak out. “Me too, Honey. You ready to cum for me, baby?” I just start babbling nonsense, not being able to think at this point.

But I do know what I want to do. I know he said he wanted to take care of me but come on. He was getting me off in a car. Not a very comfortable place to do these things. So I once again snake my hands through our bodies unzip his jeans and release him from his boxers. I see it bob up against his stomach. 

“H-holy shit your hudge.” I look down again and see a precum leaking out of the tip. 

“Someday you’ll be able to take this whole thing, Honey. You're gonna feel so perfect around me. Like you’re gonna be made for me, baby,” he reaches into my sweatpants and starts to rub little circles into my bundle of nerves. Then I lick my palm and move my hand up and down his huge member. 

I can start to feel the band in my belly tighten. “Oh shit. Pleasedontstop Bradley. I’m so fucking close.” “Me too Honey.” We both start to move faster touching each other. As soon as I feel the band snap, I see stars burst when I close my eyes. I’ve never felt like that ever, nobody has ever made me cum that intense before. I feel Bradley shutter beneath me and feel his cum rope into my hand. We both start breathing heavily.

“Well, I didn’t expect to get off in a car tonight. Lucky me.” we both laugh together again, and I speak up. “I’m really glad it’s you Bear,” I mumble into his shoulder. “What’s Bear?” he asked me with furrowed brows. “You big and strong like a Bear. Plus I know you’ll protect me from anything. So you’re my Bear now.” I say to him as I hide my face in his neck again.

“Well, I’m glad it’s you too, Honey.” He says to me pulling me into a searing kiss. We stay like that for a couple more minutes, then we wipe each other off with some wipes he had in his car.

Once we were fully clothed again, Bradley put the car in drive and we were on our way to Aunt Penny’s.

As we’re driving down the road I can feel him grab my hand from my lap and put it up to his mouth to kiss my knuckles. He doesn’t let me go and rest our intertwined hands together on the center console. I feel butterflies erupt in my stomach. 

I’ve never felt this way before, never this much love and affection in a relationship. Hell, I’ve never had that intense of an orgasm before, let alone in a car. Whenever I’m around Bradley I feel, special and like I belong to someone. So, I turn my head to the window, letting my eyes flutter close and finally feeling a sense of comfort, and care for once.

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[lildrabbles]

Chapter 2: The Nightwatcher

2007! Raph x Female Reader

Summary: You couldn't stop thinking about eachother. You just had questions about the mysterious NightWatcher. But why can't the man himself stop thinking of you?

Warnings: Some swearing, and a lil Gore but just barely, that will be worse in the next chapter tho. not really proofread either. Let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: this ones a lil long, but not too bad <3

After the incident, you had talked to the police about what had happened and explained what the mysterious man had done for her. After explaining him, the police had confirmed that they were aware of who he was and what he had a tendency to do. They said he went by "The Nightwatcher." Even more reason to call him mysterious.

They said they didn't have much information about him, besides that before the police could ever get to a crime, he had already dealt with it. Well, tying up the criminals for the police to take away, at least.

When you went home that night, you wanted to learn more about him, so you pulled out your computer and did some research. There were a bunch of news reports, and interviews with people who had seen him. Some people thought he was doing better than the police were, and some thought that he should just leave it up to the police to deal with.

You still had unanswered questions though. So many questions. You wondered where he was right now. ------------------------------- Raph quietly entered the lair while taking off his helmet, walking past Mikey who had fell asleep on the couch with a pizza box on his chest. He rolled his eyes before heading towards his room, making sure to be quiet since everyone else was sleeping.

He softly closed his bedroom door behind him, and sighed. He started to take off the suit, placing his helmet on his desk for now.

He flinched from pain, looking down at his arm. He had a decent size cut on his forearm, assuming from the glass from the door he smashed through at the convience store.

He groaned, then kicked the suit under the bed, and walked over to sit at his desk. He pulled out his first aid kit, and started to tend to his arm. He wrapped it up, the blood just barely soaking through. He flexed his arm to check, winching a bit. Probably not a good idea to move it just yet.

He stood up, stretched, and fell onto his bed. He was exhausted. He glanced at the clock hanging on his wall. It was currently 12:35 in the morning. He turned over onto his side, letting his wounded arm hang off the side of the bed.

He always had a hard time falling asleep, and refused to ask Donnie for melatonin. So he just let his thoughts wander, until it wandered to the girl at the convenience store.

She was in shock of course, but he couldn't help but notice that she was gawking at his hands. He looked down at his three fingered hands. No one usually noticed them, maybe she was just more observant. He sighed and put his hand back down. It's not like he would ever see her again, New York was a pretty big city. He closed his eyes and tried to fall back asleep, but his mind kept going back to her. He eventually fell asleep, but not without thinking about her. He felt like a creep, but it's fine, he's just thinking about his day, he would forget about her eventually. -------------------------------- You could barely sleep that night. Mostly you were still shook about the events that had happened, but at some point you couldn't stop thinking about that man. At about 1 in the morning you managed to fall asleep, but not a very good sleep. You had contacted your boss and he let you take the next day off because of the previous situation.

In the morning, you slept until 11 am. But at least you were actually on your bed this time. You sat up, trying to rub away your blurred vision and eye bags. You swung your feet off the side of the bed, and started making your way to the kitchen. You were starving, so you looked through your fridge and decided to make some scrambled eggs and toast.

You were munching on them when you got a text message from your mom. Mom: Honey, are you okay?! I heard about what happened and how you refused to do an interview and I'm just so worried, please get back to me when you can. Love you lots sweetie. ❤ You sighed, before replying, telling her everything was okay and that you were doing just fine. You guys talked for a bit before you said you had to go, so once you said goodbye you went to wash your dishes.

Once you were finished, you went to get ready for the day ahead of you.

After you got ready you headed outside for a quick jog. You didn't know what to do with yourself for the rest of the day.

"I guess I could clean the house a bit..." You thought to yourself as you put in your earbuds to listen to music. After jogging around the block twice, you were tired, so you stopped at a stand for a bottle of water. You sighed as you sat down on a bench, looking up at the tall buildings surrounding you. It was a pretty muggy day, and it was dark and grey.

You wiped away the sweat from your forehead and stood back up, finishing the last of your water and started walking back to your house, throwing the bottle away in a trash can you passed. You just walked back, since you didn't see the need to jog or run back now.

By the time you got back, it was 2:30. You kicked off your shoes, tied your hair back into a messy bun, and started cleaning.It took a few hours to clean the entire house, taking necessary breaks in between, but the end results are always worth it.

You plopped down on the couch to rest your feet for a bit. It was starting to get dark, so you decided to jump in the shower. You stood up and stretched, catching a glimpse out of the window. You saw flashing red and blue lights, and opened your window to take a peak. It was a police chase. Of course it was. Just normal New York at night. You closed your Windows and shut your blinds before going to take a shower. ------------------------------------- Raph had decided to go back out again to do his duty as The Nightwatcher despite the wound in his arm. He barely felt anything anyways, so he's fine.

He sat in an alleyway on his bike, he made sure it was running so he could be quick. Raphael was sitting for what felt like forever before he finally got some static from the police station.

He heard them talking about a police chase with a man who had stolen someone's purse. He revved up the engine, listening for a street name, and started down to that street.

Raph was quick to figure out where they were, hearing the sirens. He took some shortcuts to avoid getting caught by the police. When he heard on the station that they had lost sight of the man, he turned down a street to look for him himself.

When Raphael caught sight of the car, he sped up, driving beside it. He looked in at the guy, waving, before swerving to the side in front of the car, causing him to swerve into an alleyway, smashing into a wall. Raph parked behind him, slowly stepping off the bike while the man stumbled out of the car.

He fell to the ground, having a coughing fit. Raph stepped over him to peek into the car. On the passenger side, there was a fancy cream coloured bag. He leaned in and grabbed it before leaning down and grabbed the man by the scruff of his jacket.

"G-get off me you f*ck!ng weirdo!!" The man yelled, attempting to kick him in the groin.

Raph chuckled, "Well aren't you a feisty lil fella?", before throwing him against the side of the car and pinning him to it. "You look familiar. Haven't I already dealt with you? God this job can be annoying sometimes.." Raph said before kicking him, causing him to yelp in pain.

"No more stealing bags or anything, got it? I'm sick and tired of reporting to stupid and silly jobs like this." He let go of him with one hand still holding him to look for any spare rope, but he obviously wasn't paying enough attention, because the next thing he knew the man had bolted up a fire escape.

"Hey! Get your @$$ back here!!" He yelled, and started chasing him up the building. When he reached the top, he looked around. He couldn't see him anywhere, and he walked out into the middle of the rooftop.

"Hey buddy!" He heard the man's voice, turning around to face him. But to his surprise, he had a gun. Raph rolled his eyes. That thing probably wasn't even loaded, and its not like his aim was that good anyways- BANG! He felt a sudden sharp pain right above his plastron. He stumbled back a couple steps, cursing as he clasped his hand up to the wound. He started to hyperventilate, his vision going blurry, and before he knew it, he had stepped back too far and fell down.

He was lucky enough to land back onto the fire escape in front of a window. A window of an apartment that belonged to a girl.

That girl?

That girl was you.

[itzynabi]

annoying older sisters

summary: in which eve tells her ahjummas something

set: 27 september 2022

word count: 1.9k

warnings: mention of periods and alcohol

an: more mediocre writing coming ur way. words in bold are english. can't for the life of me remember if any of the snsd members had schedules this day but oh well. feedback and reblogs are much appreciated 💘

eve’s masterlist

[nabi's old age home]

nabi [09:33] emergency!! 🚨🚨

sunny bunny (ahjumma #2) [09:33] what is it???

tall (ahjumma #6) [09:34] nabi…

alleged yoongphrodite (ahjumma #7) [09:34] what’s the emergency

tiffany & co (ahjumma #3) [09:34] how would she answer her texts if she was dealing with an emergency

kim taeng (ahjumma #1) [09:35] how would she text us in the first place if she was dealing with an emergency

tiffany & co (ahjumma #3) [09:35]...

tiffany & co (ahjumma #3) [09:35] well

juju (ahjumma #8) [09:36] KIM NABI ANSWER THE PHONE

riri (ahjumma #5) [09:36] i’m going to her dorm

riri (ahjumma #5) [09:36] everybody meet me there

dj hyo (ahjumma #4) [09:40] what’s going on?

Eve chuckled to herself as she read the texts, leaning back on the couch and eating grapes.

“What are you laughing at?” Yeji asked, coming out of her room and walking towards Eve. She was getting ready to go out with Chaeryeong and Ryujin.

“Oh, nothing. Just giving the elderly heart attacks,” Eve answered.

Yeji hesitated from where she was about to steal some of Eve’s grapes. “Do I even want to know?”

Eve thought for a moment. “I don’t know, actually.”

“If whatever your planning goes well, then I’d like to know.”

“Got it.” Eve finger gunned.

Yeji went to the hallway, trading her slippers for sneakers. “Bye, unnie!” She shouted as she left the apartment.

“Bye, Yeji! Have fun!”

Eve continued to scroll through her phone, waiting for the Girls Generation members to arrive. Ten minutes later she heard banging at her door. She went to stand by the monitor, watching them through the camera.

“Yah! Open the door!” Taeyeon shouted.

“What’s the code for the door?” Seohyun asked.

“I don’t know,” Soonkyu answered. “Sooyoung probably knows.”

“Choi Sooyoung, get over here!” Yuri demanded.

There was some shuffling as Sooyoung went to the front of the group, looking at the keypad console.

“Open it,” Taeyeon urged.

Sooyoung screwed her eyes shut. “I’m trying to remember the code. I know it was changed recently, but I’m mixing up the numbers in my head.”

“Should we just camp out here?” Tiffany asked, leaning against the wall.

Eve decided to take pity on the group of women, she did give them a collective heart attack after all, and opened the door for them.

“You made it!” She greeted with a smile on her face.

Sooyoung grabbed Eve’s face, turning it this way and that to check if she was hurt. When she was done inspecting, she took a step back.

“She looks okay,” she told the group, who all let out deep sighs in relief.

“What’s the emergency?” Hyoyeon asked, appearing from around the corner, out of breath.

“Did you just get here?” Eve asked.

Hyoyeon nodded, resting her arms on her legs.

“Wah! Imagine if there was an actual emergency!” She exclaimed. “Just imagine how you’d find me!”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Tiffany spoke up, waving her hand around. “What do you mean ‘if there was an actual emergency’? Are you not dying?”

Eve blinked. “Who said that?”

Taeyeon looked at her incredulously. “You said there was an emergency. That’s why we’re all here.”

“Technically, I said ‘emergency’. I never said I was in one.” She watched as the members started glaring at her. “Would you like to come in?” She turned around and walked back into the apartment. “Look at how quickly I assembled you! You should have put me in charge of your comeback, it would’ve happened ages ago.”

Hyoyeon hopped in place as she took her shoes off, closing the door behind her. “Yah, Kim Nabi! Why did you assemble us?”

“Did you miss us?” Soonkyu asked, sitting down on the couch. “You should’ve just video called us.”

“Or asked to plan something,” Yuri added.

Eve stood at the kitchen table as she poured water for the members, waiting for all of them to sit down. She brought a tray of glasses of water to them, placing it on the coffee table.

“For people so old, you’re not at all wise,” she said, sitting on the floor behind the coffee table, facing them. “If I missed you, I’d just show up at your house unannounced. Or used Find My iPhone to locate and bother you.”

Yoona nodded. “It’s true. She did that once. I thought she was a stalker.”

“You’re a maniac,” Sooyoung said.

Eve made a heart with her hands. “Learnt from the best. But I do have something very important to share with you.”

Everybody sat in silence, the Girls Generation members waiting for Eve to speak and Eve smiling at them.

“Are you going to speak?” Tiffany asked.

“Yeah, I’m just building up to it. Preparing myself,” Eve answered.

“Did you kill someone?” Juhyun asked.

“What? No!” Eve exclaimed. “Why would I tell you if I did? That would have to go with me to the grave!”

She raised her hands in defence. “You haven’t told us anything, so I thought I should guess!”

“Such a big age and yet such little wisdom,” She tsked. “What I have to tell you is not incriminating. At all.”

“Is it something that would make us worry?” Soonkyu asked.

“No.”

“Something that will make us cry?” Taeyeon asked.

“Hopefully not.”

“Just tell us what it is!” Hyoyeon exclaimed. “I can’t wait any longer!” She whined.

Eve squinted her eyes, debating whether or not to drag this out a little longer, before nodding and clapping her hands once. “Okay! You’ve convinced me,” she said, placing her hands on the table and leaning forward, the members mirroring her and leaning forward from their positions on the couch.

“I,” she started, taking time to look each member in the eye, “have–” she tilted her head down, looking at her feet. “a boyfriend,” she finished.

“You have a wha–?” Yoona asked, getting cut off by Tiffany jumping up from the couch.

“Don’t tell me you’re joking!” She squealed. “I swear if you tell me that you’re joking, I will kill you!”

Eve blinked calmly as Tiffany heaved heavily. “I’m not jokin–”

“Fuck yeah!” Tiffany pumped her fist, turning to Taeyeon, who had her head dropped. “I told you they’d start dating!”

Sooyoung piped up. “She didn’t say who he is, though.”

“Why wouldn’t it be him?” Tiffany's argued. “Do you think she’d tell us about some random man?”

Yuri spoke up, “Is anyone else confused?”

“Tiffany and I bet Taeyeon and Sooyoung that Eve would end up dating the guy she has a crush on,” Hyoyeon explained. “And since she’s telling us she has a boyfriend, it’s obviously the boy she told us about.”

“I didn’t tell you anything,” Eve corrected. “Kibum oppa did.”

Hyoyeon waved her hand dismissively. “Same thing.”

“Wait,” Soonkyu interjected. “You told them you have a crush, but not us?”

Eve shook her head. “Nope. I told Kibum oppa, but then he went and told Taeyeon unnie, who told Hyoyeon unnie, who told Sooyoung unnie, who told Tiffany unnie.” She pointed at each member as she spoke, all of them looking away in shame. “If that taught me anything, it’s that Tiffany unnie is the only person that can be trusted with secrets.”

“Yah, Kim Taeyeon,” Yuri scolded. “Why did you go and run your mouth?”

“No, no, no. Let me explain,” Taeyeon began, trying to defend herself. “I was just so excited,” she said, turning to face her members. “She’s never had a crush before! And so I told Hyoyeon — in fact, I accidentally told Hyoyeon. I wanted to text the group chat, but I pressed the wrong text chain.”

“But we haven't gotten any updates since finding out about her crush,” Sooyoung added then turned to face Eve. “Why is that?”

“After Kibum ahjussi broke my trust, I stopped telling him about my love life. Except for when I told the ahjussi’s about my boyfriend,” Eve said.

Juhyun squealed, kicking her feet. “You have a boyfriend?”

Eve nodded slowly. “Yeah, I said that, like, forty thousand minutes ago.”

“This is so exciting!” Yuri exclaimed. “Do you have wine? We need wine for this!”

Tiffany extended her arms and lowered herself to a squatting position, grabbing everyone’s attention. “Nobody is getting wine! Not until I know whether or not I’m losing out on ₩50 000.”

“Why do people keep betting on me?” Eve asked.

“Because you have the emotional intelligence of a toddler. And the predictability of one,” Sooyoung answered, Eve nodding in agreement.

Yoona leaned forward onto the table with a smirk. “So… what’s his name?”

Eve blushed. “Choi San.”

“Aw, she’s blushing!” Yuri pointed out as Tiffany and Hyoyeon jumped in excitement.

Hyoyeon went to Eve, pulled her up, and embraced her in a tight hug, Tiffany soon joining. “I knew you weren’t an idiot. I knew you’d confess!”

“I didn’t confess,” Eve said. “At least not first.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Tiffany said, squeezing her. “We got our money!”

Eve stood still in between the two older women as they slowly swayed side to side.

“Unnie!” Juhyun whined. “We still have more questions to ask! Let her go.”

Tiffany and Hyoyeon let her go and pulled her to the couch, making space for her to sit down.

“When did you start dating?” Soonkyu asked.

“The 20th of August,” Eve answered.

“Wait,” Sooyoung started, waving her arms around. “You were already dating him when we went out for lunch?”

“Yeah.”

Taeyeon spoke up. “Weren’t you in America in August?”

Eve hummed in confirmation. “We stayed at the same hotel and then he asked me to be his girlfriend.”

The members all squealed in excitement.

“Her first boyfriend!” Tiffany exclaimed.

Soonkyu dabbed her eyes dramatically. “Feels like just yesterday she had her first period.”

Eve rolled her eyes. “Please no. My parents were bad enough.”

“No, we have to,” Yuri said. “As your older sisters, we have to overreact about your first boyfriend!”

“Have you gone on a date?” Juhyun asked, barely giving Yuri enough time to finish her sentence.

“Yes.”

Yoona poked her and wiggled her eyebrows. “Have you kissed?”

When Eve stayed silent and looked at her hands, the women started cheering, causing her to groan. “I expected you to be happy, but this is a bit much,” she complained.

“This isn’t even the worst we could do,” Sooyoung told her.

“Yeah,” Taeyeon agreed. “Do you know how many people would react just like this? Maybe worse?”

“There’s Soyou-ssi, 2PM…” Soonkyu trailed off. “And other people I can’t remember!”

Eve groaned again, although she wasn’t really annoyed. It would be a lie to say she didn’t enjoy the older women's teasing and questioning. It reminded her of how sisters would act on TV and how she acted with her members. It made her happy.

“The pains of having older sisters,” she weakly complained, leaning her head on Soonkyu’s shoulder.

The members laughed and they continued talking until they had to leave because of one reason or the other, not without promising to talk more about Eve’s boyfriend. After seeing the last member out, Eve flopped onto the couch. She picked up her phone and texted Yeji.

nana unnie [13:21] all went well

ji ji [13:25] that’s good! what exactly did you do?

nana unnie [13:25] told the ahjumma’s about san

ji ji [13:25] how did they react?

nana unnie [13:26] like annoying older sisters

tagging: @seolboba // @ateezivy // @ateezjuliet // @cafemilk-tea // @smh-anon

©️ kim nabi

[wonderlandleighleigh]

123 Thoughts while watching The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Season 1, episode 3: Because You Left

I l1. God I forgot we start on this flashback.

2. Fuck Joel Maisel, being shitty about Midge’s drink choice. “Yikes. We’ll work on that.” WHAT A HORRIBLE THING TO SAY TO ANOTHER PERSON!

3. I have so many thoughts on that one line. That maybe Midge WAS, at one point in her life, just maybe a little sweet, if a little rebellious, and Joel decided he was going to turn her into what he wanted out of a woman.

4. What he thought he wanted out of a woman.

5. And it.

6. Fucking.

7. Backfired.

8. Shoulda married Palmer.

9. He’s so fucking pushy and I hate it.

10. “You belong to Me” is their song. HEY LOOK MORE TERRIBLE CONTROLLING THINGS. Not only is it a little creepy to be like “I don’t know you that well but this is our song now.” But the title alone “You belong To Me” is fucked up.

11. I swear, if they get back together in season 5, I will rip my television off the wall and eat it.

12. “You’re destined for better things than this.” JOEL YOU ARE NOT BETTER THINGS. BETTER THINGS IS NOT YOU.

13. (Better things is Lenny’s dick.)

14. (Sorry, children)

15. I love that Midge helps the other jailbirds with the stains on their shirt. It’s such an unsettling conversation but Midge still wants to help.

16 She’s a naturally helpful person, turns out.

17. LOL Susie talking to Rose and being totally freaked out, and I love it.  Truly. Barely anything scares Susie. But Rose. Rose flips her out. Love it.

18. Rose is a badass and I love it.

19. LENNY BAILED HER OUT LENNY BAILED HER OUT LENNY BAILED HER OUT!

20. “You’re not Susie.”

21. “Nope.”

22. These two idiots. I love them so much I’m gonna cry god dammit.

23. Wearing his jacket. He rushes to open the door for her.

24. Just fucking get married.

25. Susie is having a NIGHT. Between Rose and Lenny. She just. Can’t catch a break tonight.

26. They really did fail at making Lenny look...not hot. Luke Kirby is too handsome.

27. AND THEN HE INVITES HER TO HIS GIIIIIIIGGGGGGGGGGGGG.

28. Rose and her grapefruit. Gilmore Girls Richard vibes.

29. “When did Zelda get married?” lol foreshadowing maybe?

30. Oh Rose. Poor Rose. She’s being severe here, but she’s really worried about Midge. As much as she’s failed Midge in other ways (teaching her all of the toxic bod image bullshit forever), she really does try her best to be a good mother. And I think a lot of the time, she does succeed. 

31. TMMM Rose and Lenny scene challenge I WANT IT.

32. I’m not going to get anything on my season 5 bucket list, I’m gonna have to write an entirely alternate season 5.

33. Again.

34. Abe is so clueless in season one. And he cares but he’s so absent. And he pays for it in season 2.

35. Ethan and the staring.

36. Poor Ethan. His dad up and fucks off, his mother is acting like a fucking fruitcake and he’s like four. He has no idea what’s happening. Of course he’s being a weirdo, WE ALL WOULD BE.

37. I do love Imogene, but she is so normcore in season 1.

38. Midge is so short. Imogene is SO SHORT.

39. “I brought it along on our second date. He was surprised.” LOL WE HAVIN BABIES ARCHIE GET USED TO IT.

40. Abe for fuck’s sake.

41. I know Rose and Abe want Midge to be settled and secure. I know. But Joel is not it. He is not it, and at this point even Midge knows that. She loses sight of that a few times, but like. JOEL IS NOT IT.

42. Oh Midge. That is. Too fancy for Kessler’s office.

43. We need more Kessler. GIVE US MORE KESLLER. GIVE US KESSLER DEFENDING LENNY.

44. LOL Susie on Midge’s tits. Just. The best.

45. “If you had just dressed for the meeting.” I love him.

46. Zelda’s notes. “You to be quiet.” I love it. I should start doing that lol.

47. Seconal is a hell of a drug man.

48. And also Rose is so weak-willed in this first season. Like maybe she’s being manipulative here with Abe but. It’s not a good look.

49. Midge is so proper in these early episodes.

50. HORSE FUCKER. lol

51. Midge just. She cannot keep her mouth shut. She cannot do it. And you know what? I wouldn’t be able to either. “Little lady.” Fuck that shit.

52. Thank you?

53. This judge is fucking awful.

54. Here we go.

55. Midge. Midge.

56. Aaand arrested again. Girl. Oh girl.

57. Ugh having to go to Joel. Hate it. Hate it. Hate it.

58. You fucked someone else and left, Dude. She doesn’t fucking trust you enough to tell you. Get used to it.

59. Abe looks...unhappy. To be at Maisel and Roth.

60. The music in this show makes me so happy.

61. Eater Island face lol.

62. One criticism of Moishe I totally agree with is how horrible it was for him to take back the apartment. His grandchildren were growing up in that apartment. Their safety and security should have come first. Not that Midge didn’t have anywhere to take them, Abe and Rose’s place is perfectly fine, and they spend plenty of time in Queens, once the Maisels move, but still. Those kids didn’t desserve to be jerked around that way, no matter how Midge and Joel (mostly Joel) were acting.

63. I never realized even back in the 50′s/60′s you had to pay for temple seats on high holy days. Fuck I’m so glad I never bothered with synagogue as an adult. As if life isn’t expensive enough.

64. Abe’s “My suits are good” shrug makes me happy. I know Tony Shalhoub isn’t Jewish, and as much as I wish they would have found someone who was...he does a good job of playing Abe as a Jewish man.

65. Kevin Pollack is a treasure.

66. THE 13 JEWS.

67. I also love Abe’s tie. It’s nice.

68. “Follow-through has never been in strong suit.” For. Fucking. Real.

69. I mean he came through with the money. That’s. Something.

70. God fuck. Poor Midge eating so much crow. I hate that for her. “After all. I am a woman.” Giiiiirl.

71. Fuck this Judge I hope he steps in dog shit every day forever.

72. UUGUGHGHEUOIERJLEJRLKEJ FUCK

73. Blind leading the blind. “It’s gonna work.”

74. Aw hugs. Gals bein’ pals (or girlfriends.)

75. Look, I can multiship with the best of them.

76. Mrs. Mouskowitz. Love her so much.

77. His plan is moving in with the dumb asshole girl he’s dating.

78. YES THE VANGUARD.

79. Lindsay and the threeeew!

80. AND LENNY! The Jewish and Goyish bit is so good. Listen to the original it’s so good.

81. Instant potatoes: SCARY GOYISH.

82. BOB BYHRE!

83. I love Lenny so much and we didn’t get enough of him in this show. We deserved more Lenny. I deserved more Lenny.

84. The bro vibes between them here are so good. They were always friends first and I just love that.

85. LOL Midge can hang. I love it so much.

86. Lenny is so tickled to be with Midge when she gets high for the first time. It’s adorable.

87. DO WE DO AN ACTIVITY?!

88. I think @theycallme-thejackal once wrote a fic where that activiy was a blowjob.

89. @theycallme-thejackal is the best.

90. Midge doesn’t carry pictures of her kids. I don’t know that my mom ever did either. My dad did I think, in his wallet.

91. AN ACTIVITY.

92. These stoned idiots trying to keep up with Midge good luck.

93. Whoseit’s got a head...the other’s got a...head.

94. Lenny’s genuine laugh there is so good. And he’s laughing at a parenting joke, because he’s probably thinking about Kitty and feeling the EXACT same way. “Are you fucking kidding? I don’t know what I’m doing holy shit!” I love that so much.

95. They’re not gonna get married. But they fucking should. Their connection is so good.

96. And maybe that’s delusional. I just love them.

97. Dear Midge: Some of us are just not moms. Trust me.

98. I want her to find out that Lenny is so boring at home.

99. Are those pretzels??

100. I tried to find the gif of Lenny’s face when she comes over to nom those pretzels and failed. It’s so good though.

101. also the face Lenny gives her when she walks over to sit down? I have been on the receiving end of that face from other people. I know it well. It’s happened.

102.We’re supposed to see the Friar’s Club in season 5. I dunno how that’s gonna go, but. I guess we’ll see.

103. I love Harry Drake. I hope we get a little more of him in season 5.

104. “Just be gentle.” Oh Lenny.

105. INVITED TO THE AFTERHOURS. GO MIDGE.

106. “You need me to be understanding or something?”

107. He’s so nice to her. The real Kitty Bruce has talked about how incredibly sweet her father was, and I love that we see shades of that in the show. He’s got a ton of problems, but there is so much kindness there.

108. And it’s in complete contrast to what we see from Joel in just a minute.

109. He gives her a joint as a lil gift. For later. Shit isn’t cheap. Kindness.

110. “WAIT WAS I SUPPOSED TO MAKE A PASS AT YOU?!” Love it.

111. Good job, Midge. You did good.

112. This flashback was in such a strange place. It felt really disjointed the first time I saw it. But again, it’s an interesting contrast between Lenny doing some light emotional lifting for Midge (The cab, the sympathy over her busted marriage, the joint, the parting joke to make her laugh) and Joel (letting Midge take care of him as usual).

113. Midge rollin’ up in the middle of the night, still a little buzzed. To this asshole.

114. And she liiiieeeesssss yessssss. Lie to him. He doesn’t deserve to know you got high with Lenny Bruce.

115. I’ve said this before. His “I don’t care what you needed the money for” is such crap. You SHOULD care. If you care about her, WHY DON’T YOU CARE?! Is it because you trust her? Or because you only care about yourself? I can’t tell.

116. “I’m thinking of giving it another go.” No sorry. No nothing. Just expecting to be let back into her life. Fuck’s sake.

117. Oh Abe.

118. Good for Midge telling him no. Because he fucked up and he’s not even fucking sorry. HE IS NOT SORRY! And she knows it. And he left.

119. Look at this piece of shit run away. Just. Not even an argument. Not even trying to change her mind. Just shakes his head and walks off like that piece of garbage he truly is.

120. Maybe that’s harsh. But he didn’t even try. Because he’s not sorry. He just wants to live comfortably again. He doesn’t care that he hurt her.

121. HE DOES NOT CARE THAT HE HURT MIDGE. Anyone who actually cared would not act like this.

122. And Abe finally understands just how terribly hurt Midge is. Though I’m not sure if that look on his face is because he’s hurting for her, or because his ploy to get them back together failed. Maybe both.

123. I love this episode. It is an al-time favorite. It establishes Midge and Lenny as friends with a new, but solid bond. It has some great Susie moments, and a great Midge set. Great stuff with Abe and Rose and Abe and Moishe. It’s so solid. I think it might be my favorite season 1 episode. <3

[everestica]

oikawa, kageyama, and kuroo x fem reader where the reader is like mafuyu from pjsk? separately please! <3 thank you!

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Oikawa, Kageyama and Kuroo x GN!Reader - Mafuyu Personality

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

Writing Type : Headcannons

Warnings : None that I can think of<3 (But if there is any please let me know so I can add them!)

A/N : Thank you for being my first Haikyuu request! I'm sorry that this turned out kinda long lol I was just really excited and had a lot of fun writing this! So sorry if this is a little ooc and late! Thank you so much for requesting!<3

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

♕ Oikawa Tooru ♕

♕ - When he first met you, you were helping somebody in your class and he had gone to give something to his teammate who was also in your class

♕ - The first time he talked to you he felt something was off about you but he couldn't tell what it was but as he got to know you he figured it out

♕ - He figured out that you were a really big perfectionist and that you hide your feelings under masks

♕ - When he figured that out he really wanted to talk to you about it right then and there but he was worried that you might have not been ready to say anything about it

♕ - When he did however ask you about it and you told him about the reasons he would pull you into a hug right then and there and tell you that you could talk to him about anything and that if you ever had a problem you should come to him

♕ - Overall does understand what you are going through, and just hella supportive<3

✦ Kuroo Tetsuro ✦

✦ - The reason that he had met you was because of Lev, you were a really smart kid and were always willing to help your classmates, upperclassmen, and lowerclassmen and you happened to be helping Lev when he needed to talk to him.

✦ - When he first saw you he was love struck and he almost forgot what he was gonna tell Lev but before long Lev had interupted asking what he needed

✦ - The next time he saw you was about two days later and you were sitting with some classmates at lunch, laughing, smiling, and helping them with some of their work, but as soon as they walked away and nobody was near you, you stood up and walked outside, he was curious so he followed you

✦ - As you walked down the path outside you greeted some of the people who were also walking until you stopped at a spot far in the back with nobody around, you looked around a couple times before dropping the smile and sitting down near the closest tree and taking out a book

✦ - And that's when he realized that the whole "good girl helping classmates" act was fake, this is how you really were

✦ - He stood there for a little wondering if he should walk up to you and ask you what you were doing, and he decided that he is should to see if his theory was right, and as soon as he walked up to you, you quickly put down your book and put that smile right on your face

✦ - He sat down next to you while you asked him if he needed anything and before he could ask the bell rung so he told you to meet back here after school was over

✦ - When school was over and you walked back to the tree, their he was, when he asked you about it, you broke down the walls and you told him about why you put on the act that you did, and when you did he took your hands in his and looked at you with a smile

✦ - He was glad that you trusted him enough to tell him and he was really supportive and promised that he would be there for you if you ever needed anything but before he could hug you, Yamamoto ran out yelling for him so they could practice

✦ - Overall great support, but if you do ever need anything get ready for a bunch of hugs and bad chemistry jokes or just bad jokes in general

❥ Kageyama Tobio ❥

❥ - Oh poor sweet boy he is so oblivious so it might take a while for him to realize

❥ - He was one of the kids that you helped with there work because both he and Hinata really needed help and Tsukishima was done trying to get them to understand things

❥ - He never really noticed the fake smile that you had worn with other people around, and how during lunch you would always be fake laughing and smiling around people

❥ - The only way he ever found out was because of Tsukishima and Yamaguchi

❥ - They had brought it up one day after he had finished his studying with you, and that's when he realized how correct they were he rushed to go find you after that

❥ - When he did find you, you were sitting on the bench outside of the school waiting before starting your walking home in a couple minutes

❥ - When he asked you about it, and about all the signals like walking away as soon as everybody was done talking to you, when people weren't around standing alone, and when people weren't looking dropping the smile

❥ - You were a little hesitant at first because you thought you had done a good job keeping up the act but after a little bit of persuasion from the raven haired boy, the walls came tumbling down and you told him everything

❥ - He was a little shocked at first that he hadn't noticed but when he did he just patted your head, as he isn't very good with physical affection but he still felt really bad and wanted to show you that he cared about you and your situation

❥ - Overall he was definitely a little oblivious at first but once he found out he wanted to make sure that you were okay, and if you ever go to him if you just need somebody to talk to, he is great at listening and will pat your head as a sign of his affection and as a sigh that he cares about you<3

[msn-04iinightingale]

KINSHIP-4 Pt.2 Sound of Thunder

Kinship FOB

The Barghest Company ‘mechs pushed forward in a v formation. Along the side streets and pathways, anti-mech mines had been laid by the retreating CFRI and Silver Wing forces. It only left one clear path into Kinship, and that was now through the advancing Barghest Company ‘mechs and the Silver Wing ‘mechs following them.

The wind whipped snow around the hulking form of Roberta’s superheavy T-Rex battlemech, but didn’t obscure her view of the suburbs and the approaching Word ‘mechs. She was in the lead, her ‘mech half again as tall as an Atlas and twice the weight, she was not by any measure, fast.

But fast didn’t matter when you just kept going. And that was one of two things Roberta was really good at. The other was destroying anything that tried to get in her way. With twin RAC-10’s, ER Large and Medium Lasers, and an Ultra AC-20, Laser AMS, THB Angel ECM Suite, HarJel Repair Systems, and over 35 tons of armor, her “Big Girl Teeth” were amply equipped to do both the former and latter. 

She counted 14 enemy battlemechs, against Barghest Company’s 10 and Silver Wing’s 7. She grunted, a reasonably fair fight. She cycled targets, looking for a suitable, worthy opponent. 

There.

“Target Acquired, Omega” chimed her battlemech’s computer, affectionately dubbed “Betty” by the spheroids. 

Roberta toggled comms to her neighboring unit mates. “This is Major Roberta, I have marked target Omega-1.”

The other Barghest Company ‘mechs committed to this fight sounded off similarly, calling initial targets. 

“Targets called, Commander, permission to open fire?” Bell chimes in.

“Permission granted, all units, fire at will, repeat, fire at will.”

There is the whip crack discharge of Gauss Rifles and the streams of fire and smoke of LRM’s being fired from those ‘mechs that possess them. Hits and impacts are registered across targets, blue readouts shifting to green then yellow as armor is damaged. Roberta smiled to see most shots landed rather than missed.

The Word battlemechs return fire, PPCs and Gauss slugs whipping past or smashing into the advancing wall of metal and myomer that were the heaviest Barghest ‘mechs at the front of the wedge. Two more volleys of long range fire blast out from and at the Barghest Company ‘mechs and the oncoming Word machines, before the ‘mechs enter general weapons range. Then the real fireworks started, lasers and AC rounds crisscrossing missile contrails and PPC arcs in the maelstrom of urban ‘mech combat. 

Then word came back to them. The drone was dead. All it had cost them was another brave pilot. One of their pilots.

The Barghest Company ‘mechs fell upon the Word ‘mechs like rabid dogs. They had lost three of their own, and their blood burned for vengeance. They would take that vengeance in ruined ‘mechs and dead enemies.

Roberta grunts as a trio of Gauss slugs slam into her armor. She had plenty to go before it became a problem. The Omega she was bearing down on had decided to try and fight rather than run. A bold move. A stupid move. She would never go so far as to say these Blakists had honor, but they did have guts. At least sometimes. She was pretty sure she had seen a Preta turn tail and sprint straight into the minefield when it caught sight of her.

Would not be the first time…at least this time I am in my battlemech.

Another trio of slugs slammed into her armor, this time in the right side torso and right arm. She replied with her ER Large Lasers, twin beams reaching out to slice into the Omega’s armor.

“You will have to try better than that savashri!” She laughs over the comms, goading the other pilot. “Come, let us settle this as warriors!”

A beep from her targeting computer indicates that the enemy ‘mech is within optimal range. She toggled both RAC10’s to the same weapon group, glancing at the ammo count as she did. 110 rounds. More than enough. There was no real “aiming” a RAC10 on full auto, so she centered the crosshair on the smaller machine. 

“This is for Major Vance Strider, Major Maria Chaser, and Lt. Elenor Von Strauss!” She snarled,  baring her teeth as she pulls the trigger.

The twin Rotary Auto Cannons sprang to life with an apocalyptic roar, the six barrels of each weapon spinning in their housings as shells thundered out with window shattering force. The wireframe of the Omega before her began to flash and pulse with changing colors as the explosive shells pummeled the ‘mech. Armor was sent flying. Roberta ignored the spiking heat of her cockpit, and the now panicked return fire from the Omega, just as she ignored the shaking of her cockpit and the pounding noise of the cannons. She leaned her ‘mech into the recoil, pushing forward, closing the distance so that more shells hit the same place. All that mattered was keeping the enemy in her crosshairs. Green went to Yellow, then to Orange and Red on the target, armor being torn and ripped away. The ammo count drops quickly.

“Warning, Heat Critical” Betty chimed. Roberta grunts, and lets off the triggers of the RAC10’s before her ‘mech is forced to shutdown. The Omega infront of her had been savaged, her sensors telling her that the armor from the front had been almost completely blasted away, most of its weapons crippled or damaged. Indeed, one of the Gauss rifles explodes dramatically at that moment. The ‘mech still was operational, however, and still had guns, as it fired its remaining LBX back at her, trying to back away and present some more well armored portions of itself towards her. Roberta growls in annoyance, and mild respect. Before she can re-engage, her own wireframe flashes as she takes fire from the left side. With a snarl she toggles the new target, an Archangel, Infernus pattern. The enemy ‘mech fires its PPCs into her left side armor once again, causing a dull throb of pain in the corresponding side. It was easy to ignore.

“Stravag! Very well, I will take both of you on!” she snarled, pivoting and firing her ER Medium Lasers at the Assault ‘mech, scoring armor. She checked her heat gauge, pleased to see it was within acceptable levels. She toggled back the RAC-10’s, and opened fire on her new target with the sound of thunder.

—

Lt. Delila watched through the targeting lens of her Nightstar at the ongoing fight happening in front of her. Ann, Pam, Clara, John and the new guy, Nero were trading fire with the other Omega, and two Seraphs in the streets in front of her. 

She was waiting for “The Shot”. That’s what she called the one, perfect moment where a sniper has their kill shot. It’s what her dad had called it at any rate, when he was sober. That one moment, when everything lines up, and you have your opening.

It wasn’t always easy, or very “glorious” as some of her comrades hailing from the clans would say, but she knew how effective it could be. 

Ann and Pam were dueling the Omega, circling each other as they traded gauss and autocannon fire across their heavy armor. At the same time, Clara, John and Nero were taking on the two Seraphs. She decided that the Omega was the one to take out, and no, not just because her girlfriend was in the process of sandblasting the motherfucker with her autocannons and SRMs. If the Omega was downed, that would free up both Ann, Pam and herself to help with the two Seraphs, and other ‘mechs as needed.

Delila watched, eyes sharp, finger on the trigger of her gauss rifles. Her two allies were coming around again, counterclockwise, blocking her line of sight of the Omega’s juicy bits. There, that niggle at the back of her head, close to the base of her skull.

She brings her ‘mech to a halt, and brings her guns up. She steadies her breathing. 

In. Out.

Pam and Ann move to the side.

In. Out.

The Omega slews into view, firing LB-X canister shot into her friends’ ‘mechs.

In. Out.

The Omega angles itself ever so slightly, to bring its gauss rifles to bear, slowing, slightly, to line up the shot.

In. Out.

The crosshair slides over to the Omega’s cockpit. Only armored glass between the enemy pilot and two gauss slugs.

The Shot.

Delila pulls the trigger.

The twin Gauss Slugs punch through the armored canopy glass of the superheavy, removing the pilot from the present tense and into the past in less time than it takes to blink. The Omega stumbles, as if in shock, before it slumps forward, the ‘mech falling to the ground with a clatter of slack metal limbs.

“Woohoo! Way to go D!” Pam cheered over the comms.

“Good shot, Delila!” Ann adds.

“You know me, I aim to please.” Delila says, smirking at her own joke.

“Oh my god…” Pam groans. “Come on, let’s go help the others.”

“Aff!” Ann adds.

The three Assault ‘mechs turn and move to assist their comrades, of which Clara is grappling with one Seraph and hacking at it with her hatchet, the other trying to take out either John’s Warhammer or Nero’s Warwolf, but the two are coordinating well to keep it busy and unfocused, John using his eidetic memory to call targets to the other pilot, allowing both to focus on disarming the heavier ‘mech. To his credit, Nero is a competent pilot, ducking in and out of cover to land gauss rifle shots where John calls them. 

The three additional assault ‘mechs made short work of the two enemy battlemechs, not that there was much left of Clara’s opponent by the time they got there. The Solaris VII champion had cleaved both arms from the ‘mech, mind, the left arm of her own ‘mech had been badly damaged as well. It’s not immediately clear if it was due to the enemy or that she was using it as a club to batter the other ‘mech in tandem with the punishing chops of her hatchet. It is one such blow that kills the ‘mech, crumpling center torso and crushing reactor with a dull krumping bang. The ruined ‘mech tips over backwards, smashing into a small building and lying still.

“Yay!” Clara cheers over the comms, her ‘mech doing a little happy dance, which is rather strange, given it’s a 100 ton Berserker.

The concentrated gauss, pulse laser, PPC, and LBX autocannon rounds from Ann, Pam and Delila tore the remaining Seraph into pieces, with John’s Warhammer and Nero’s Warwolf adding to the storm of fire as well.

“Whew, got ‘em. Nice work ladies…oh and John.” Nero says, with a nearly audible smile. “This is Captain Bastian, three enemy ‘mechs down, moving to assist further elements.”

“Understood Captain, good work.” Owen replies, calm as ever. According to the tac-map, Owen’s designation is headed towards three enemy mechs on his own.

“Hey, your boss gonna need any help or…” he asks his new lance mates.

“Nah, the boss has got this.” Delila replies.

“...sure hope so.” Nero says in response, turning his ‘mech to fall in with the others of Barghest Company.

—

“Why do you not just die, stravag!?” Bridget shouted at the Seraph she and Bell were engaging. It was proving to be stubbornly resistant to dying. She punched her jumpjets, liftiong her Shrike out of the way of the twin Ultra AC10 shots the mech fired her way. She retaliated, twin Ultra AC5’s raking the enemy ‘mech’s left arm.

The enemy pilot was frustratingly good. She hated to admit it, and never would to anyone out loud, especially not Bell.

Bell pivoted her Mad Cat Mk II out of cover and fired off twin Gauss Slugs into the Seraph’s side, which pivoted and launched a volley of Streak SRM’s at her, she ducked back into cover, only taking a few hits before the rest demolished the facing of the building she ducked behind.

“Major, when it turns to bring its PPC and Ultra AC10 on me, I want you to take it from above.” Bell says calmly to Bridget. 

Bridget huffed a bit. “Aff Colonel.” At least Bell was a capable commander, despite their mutual dislike of one another. Her mech landed, and she prepared herself to jump again.

Bell ducked back out, firing medium lasers and gauss rifles at the Seraph, baiting it, goading the pilot to commit.

The pilot, for all their skill, fell for the basic trap of target priority, and turned to engage Bell fully.

“Now, Major!”

“Aff!” Bridget punched her jump jets bringing her up, up and over the Seraph. She pivoted her mech gracefulling in the air, aiming all weapons downward.

Perfectly executed. As all things should be.

“Die with honor!” She yelled, toggling all guns to fire. Ultra AC5 rounds, ER Large Lasers, and Clan LRMs stabbed down directly into the enemy ‘mech’s cockpit. She landed facing the enemy mech, having turned in mid air, just in time to see it topple over, as dead as its pilot.

Bridget allowed herself a satisfied smirk at the perfection of the maneuver. It almost made up for not facing this enemy in single combat. Almost.

“Good work, Major, now we need to support…” Bell trailed off, her breath catching as she saw her Commander engaging three enemy ‘mechs at once. 

Seeing him in action always did that to her. 

—

Owen pushed Katie forward in long, loping strides through the city streets, curing up snow and asphalt with her powerful legs. He felt the thrum of her reactor, heard the thud of her clawed feet below, saw the fine tuned sensors reaching out and the readiness of her guns. He inhaled the scent of her cockpit.

God it felt good to be with her again out in the field.

He was skilled with just about any mech he was at the controls of. A couple centuries of your own personal Gunslinger program did that to a man, after all. But Katie…Katie was His ‘Mech. Every pilot worth a damn had Their ‘Mech, the one that did better, for some reason or another. The controls were slightly more responsive. The myomer a little more elastic. The seat more comfortable. For whatever reason, it just, fit, like hand in glove. You were at home in the cockpit. It was your’s. And Katie was His ‘Mech.

The Omni Marauder ran, closing with the three enemy mechs. He toggled through the targets; Deva, Grigori, Archangel. He selected the Grigori first, for no other reason than it was closest. Already the three mechs were taking shots at him, confident shots. They outnumbered him three to one, and outweighed his mech by at least that much. What he was doing was suicide.

They didn’t know they were already dead.

He juked Katie left and right, dodging shots and ducking behind buildings just long enough to let missile volleys detonate against them instead. He checked his weapons on second nature. HAG 30, Twin ER PPCs and Twin ER Medium Lasers, all live and ready.

Katie slewed into a street, looking directly down at the Grigori. The enemy mech started to bring its MLM and Streak SRM to bear on the target. Twin ER PPC shots took out the cockpit cleanly before they could center the targeting reticule on Owen.

“Target Destroyed” Katie chimed.

He was already moving, HAG 30 pivoting to track the Deva now. The second here was a gap between the buildings between him and it, he fired. The volley of nickel slugs tore the other machine’s cockpit apart the second it turned to engage him. He didn’t see it fall. He had another target to kill.

“Target Destroyed” Katie chimed.

The Archangel put up more fight, throwing Heavy PPC and Plasma Rifle slugs at him as fast as it could handle the heat. Owen side stepped them, sometimes by just enough to let the heat kiss Katie’s armor. The pilot was panicking, he could tell by the frantic nature of their shots, shooting for where he was rather than where he would be. They triggered their jump jets in an effort to gain some distance and hopefully safety. He triggered his own, the lighter mech gaining altitude faster than the Assault mech. He aimed Katie’s weapon pods, and fired. Twin ER PPC bolts blasted the enemy mech’s cockpit apart midair. The Archangel landed badly, crashing into a building and demolishing it. Owen landed Katie with practiced ease.

“Target Destroyed” Katie chimes.

“That’s my girl.” Owen says, patting the computer console in front of him affectionately. “...now, let’s go see how the rest of them are doing.”

He turned, going back to the fighting and his people. His men and women.

[precuredaily]

Precure Day 233

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 Go Go! 35 - “Bunbee’s Shocking Proposal!” Date watched: 12 March 2023 Original air date: 12 October 2008 Screenshots Precure Metamorphose Gallery | Sky Rose Translate Gallery Project info and master list of posts

And when I’m leader, there will be changes. That day, all female officers will be required to wear TINY MINISKIRTS!

wait...

As fall kicks into gear, the girls are spending a bit less time together, and Nozomi laments this. At the same time, Bunbee is really starting to consider if he has a future at Eternal,a nd happens to catch wind of Precure’s predicament. An idea forms in his head. What kind of idea? Well, you can probably tell from the title and the above screenshot, but let’s just dive in.

The Plot

Nozomi feels lonely at Natts House with nobody but the fairies around. Coco, Nuts, Syrup, and Kurumi remind her that everyone is working towards their own dreams (including her), and they're grateful to her for helping find the Palmins.

Over at Eternal HQ, Mucardia sucks up to Anacondy, upstaging Bunbee and making him feel left out by the radically different treatment. Bunbee notices his last report in the trash, unread, and is speechless.

A little later, he takes a stroll and sits on a bench, failing to notice that Nozomi is sitting on the other side. They each murmur to themselves about their situations and play off each other for a moment before Bunbee recognizes Nozomi and hides.

Bunbee goes around to spy on the other girls and realizes the team is under stress, both from their individual goals and from the separation.

Everyone who's off doing their own things admits they haven't been to Natts House in a while and they decide to visit.

Rin and Urara meet up on a bridge as Rin catches a Palmin

Komachi and Urara are at a bookstore buying books

Kurumi is food shopping with Syrup to replenish Natts House, because everyone eats them out of house and home, definitely not because she enjoys the company.

Bunbee appears at Natts House and teases Nozomi about her quandary, then everyone else shows up and accuses him of being up to no good. (a reasonable and ultimately correct assumption.) He protests but says he has an important announcement, after these messages. Cue CM. Yay fourth wall breaks.

After the commercial, Bunbee declares himself Precure's new leader. Everyone is confused and they naturally don't trust him. When they refuse to hand over the Rose Pact he turns his book into a Hoshiina.

The book Hoshiina shoots pages at them. Rose kicks it aside and everyone else attacks Bunbee directly, so he retaliates with his machine gun spray. Dream throws hands but he is able to ward her off. He's stronger than normal, and they notice. He crucifies them in book pages (seriously) and tries to lecture them on how he'll lead them to the Cure Rose Garden.

Dream objects that they don't need a leader (I know what you’re thinking, more on that later), they don't need someone telling them what to do, they'll go to the Cure Rose Garden because they want to, not because someone told them to. They break free of their imprisonment. Bunbee tries to bring up their worries but they brush him off.

Nuts helps Rose perform Milky Rose Metal Blizzard on the Hoshiina, destroying it. Bunbee is upset and tries to shoot the team but Coco jumps in and helps the Cures perform Rainbow Rose Explosion. Bunbee teleports out of the way at the last minute, but tells the Cures to look him up if they change their minds.

Afterwards, everyone hangs out at Natts House. Urara admits she's having trouble getting auditions and Komachi encourages her by saying she'd like to see her perform. This turns into everyone talking about their accomplishments and offering to help each other out. Nuts tells Rin that the bracelet she designed for the store is already sold out.

Kurumi brings in a huge plate of cream puffs, mame daifuku, and pancakes for the group. She acts a little indignant when everyone digs in but then smiles.

Nozomi looks at the atmosphere and brings it full circle by confirming with Coco that it's "Harmonious" (wakiaiai), a word she was struggling to understand at the start of the episode.

The episode closes on Syrup protesting about everyone eating all the pancakes, while Coco looks warmly at Nozomi.

The Analysis

What I Liked 

It’s corny but the throughline of all the girls working on their dreams is really, really nice. And the remarks that they miss each other pay off well when they sit down together at the end and bounce off each other so well. They come alive when they’re together.

Nozomi in particular is at her best this episode. You can see her commitment to learning, and this is the girl who was getting terrible grades at the start of last season. She wants to learn, and she wants to pass on that passion for learning. We saw her practice her teaching skills in an earlier episode, but this is the first time I think we’ve really seen the other side of it. She’s studying grammar and vocabulary, and gets to a word she doesn’t know, and tries to figure out how to apply it. It’s small but it’s big because of who Nozomi is.

Also on the subject of Nozomi, I like her speech during the climax. Bunbee is going on and on about how he’s their leader and he knows what’s best and they should listen to him, and she’s just like “We don’t NEED a leader because we decided TOGETHER to do this” (never mind the fact that she was voted leader in the last season)

somewhere between 6 months and 2 years ago...

Make of it what you will

Bunbee is hilarious in this episode, for the right and wrong reasons. His character has pretty much been a joke since Scorp died, and it’s really driven home here. It’s a half step forward on his redemption arc, but  I truly can’t tell if he actually buys what he’s selling. I have an easier time believing he saw an opportunity to take the Rose Pact back to Eternal and redeem himself there, as he brags about working his way up the ranks. Either way the idea that he can suddenly become Precure’s leader is so absurd it’s great, and he seems completely oblivious to the reason anyone would be suspicious of him as he tries to mansplain his way into authority. Also, dang dude you couldn’t get a promotion at your company so you tried to take charge of a group of teenagers? Not exactly moving up in the world.

What I Didn’t Like

Everyone talking about how they haven't been to Natts House in a while is ironic after what we saw two episodes ago, where they were all there except Urara and were so sad she was busy.

I know Karen is very studious but the way she stresses over her career path, you’d think she’s graduating medical school tomorrow when she’s at least three years away from even enrolling in university. Yet here she is with a book on pharmaceutical law.

typical middle school reading

If she started college immediately she’d still be 7-8 years away from earning her doctorate at minimum. I don’t claim to know much about Japan’s medical system, but I feel confident enough to say the girl is putting the cart well before the horse. I am not trying to say education and the pursuit of knowledge as a passion isn’t important, but she’s stressing way too much over this at the age of 15.

Miscellaneous

Mucardia starts to tell Anacondy about his plans for his next move, but we don't hear them. This is a teaser for the upcoming two-parter.

Bunbee is looking for job listings in a book called "WORKS". Very on the nose. The font and style of the cover is very childish. Karen’s book about pharmaceuticals is similar. They’ve drawn realistic book covers before so I have to assume this is either an artist who isn’t as stringent about that, or it’s an intentional effort to play to the show’s audience of young children (with books way out of their reading range, go figure)

Bunbee breaks the fourth wall by announcing the commercial break.

THIS IS NOT EDITED.

The preview for this episode implied that the bit where Nozomi and Bunbee talk to each other would last longer. That’s what I get for trusting the preview.

The transformations are a bit sped up compared to usual I think.

Milk does not appear in her fairy form in this episode.

Both Milky Rose Metal Blizzard and Rainbow Rose Explosion are used in this episode, a first. It’s also the first time Metal Blizzard has been used since its debut in episode 31.

Conclusion

It’s a really solid episode with a fun and kind of stupid gimmick as Bunbee tries his hand at leadership but does so in all the wrong ways. He’s trying to follow the tactics of Sun Tzu: “In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity” but he misreads the chaos and doesn’t really act any differently from normal. The cures are all the better for it, and we get to see them rebuke his idea and come together as a team, while also seeing how they’re progressing on their individual dreams. We’re nearing the last quarter of the series now so it is time to start tying up those loose ends.

Next time, the first half of a two-part episode that isn’t the mid-season or finale as Mucardia makes his move and traps the team in a sinister game show. Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 kettei!

P.S. Yes, I heard about the Go Go sequel for adults. I’m as amazed as you all probably are.

[livthechoochieslayer]

505

When two people meet in an unexpected way, love is usually not something that comes out of it.

Story warnings: Nothing crazy, mostly fluff but the end does feature 5k words of smut. HA.

Summary/intro: When Lia went on a girls trip New York, she never thought writing her phone number on a bathroom wall would lead to a relationship, let alone meeting a man she has only seen on camera. Dominic would have never imagined he would be catching an airplane across the country for a girl, especially one he has never met.

Chapter TWS: Slight suggested stuff?? Nothing intense.

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Link for part 1

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After the first text, surprisingly, Lia and Dominic hit it off. 

The conversations were awkward and sparse for awhile, but for some reason they both kept wanting to talk to each other. The time difference was annoying, and conversations would span days due to it. 

After an especially mentally draining week and way too many shots at home, Dominic needed to talk to someone. 

He had friends he could call up, or even his parents, but something in him decided to click on Lias name and typed away.

Dominic: Hehyy! U up????

Lia: Yeah… it’s only 10pm here meaning it's 1 for you. Why are you up?

Dominic: I dntno I was aat work topay and man. PEOPLE piss me off?

Lia: r u drunk?

Dominic: Maybe.,,... 

Dominic: Anywyas! This guy his namse Tyler right, he never shits the fuck up!!!!!

Lia: Dominic, go get some sleep. 

Dominic: Hes my boss or watevr but heseems to alwys got sometgn bad to say aboutme.

Lia: Dominic that sucks dude, but go to sleep, it will help. We can talk in the morning if you want.

Dominic: realy Lia? Youd do that? Talk to poooor old me?????

Dominic: thanks. I got to go feed ma fish htne ill go to bed. Promise youll talk tomorrow?

Lia: Yes. Now go sleep.

Dominic: Yes maam!

  Dominic texted the next morning apologizing, but they ended up talking about Dominic and his shitty boss for over 2 hours that morning. The transition from surface level acquaintances to friends happened after that, and their conversations became more frequent. 

For a while, they mainly communicated when one was drunk. They had many late night text chains where one person was laughing their ass off as the other was rambling aimlessly either through text or through Siri crafted messages.

It evolved as the weeks turned into months and summer slowly started fading into fall. One fateful night at the end of September was when things started to change. Their texting had definitely increased leading up to the first call, but it was still a big step for Lia to take. 

“Dominic? You there?” She spoke into the phone, the cold screen pressed against her rosy cheek. It was late and brisk outside, the ocean wind not helping her stay warm in her thin long sleeve and jeans. Lia’s hands were cold, and her hair was flying everywhere despite the clips she had put in that morning. 

She had just finished a shift at the local diner she worked at and was walking home like she usually did. Once the sun sets, the small diner fills with locals while only a few tourists stick around. 

Usually, the locals stay as respectful as old drunk men can be, but today featured a group of men who were new in town. They never did anything worth saying something about, but their eyes liked to wonder and she just didn't have a good feeling about them.

Lia was unfazed by men being men, but she kept seeing shadows on her way home that freaked her out a bit. Plus, the fact she could barely hear the sound of her own boots clomping on the ground over her racing heart spooked her further.

Hence why she called Dominic. She didn’t have many friends, (there was really no one below the age of 35 in her town,) so calling Dominic was her first, and what seemed like the best idea at the time. 

“Who is this?” Dominic had groggily asked, and Lia realized it was 2AM in Manhattan. She winced at the realization that she woke him up and due to the big gust of wind that blew her hair right into her face. 

“Sorry to wake you, maybe I should have just called someone else,” she responded, wondering if walking the next 4 blocks with just her mind to scare the shit out of her was a good idea. 

“No, no. It’s okay Lia,” His yawn cut his message in half, “Nice to hear your voice for the first time, you sound sexy.” Lia could hear the smirk in his notably hot, gravely sleep-filled voice and rolled her eyes with a scoff. 

“Why did you call me? Are you alright? You lost after drinking too much or something?” Dominic became serious then, hearing how strong the wind sounded even through his crappy phone speaker. 

“Wow thanks, but no. I’m not.” Her lips tilted up a little. She had drunk dialed him once, but she was too far gone to remember if she actually even said anything to him. 

“I just got finished at my work and I’m walking home alone. I guess I just got spooked from the wind and wanted to talk to someone.” Her voice became small, feeling vulnerable about sharing how she really felt. 

Dominic understood and talked to her as she made her way all the way home, back into her warm, dimly lit living room where her cat lounged out waiting to be stroked. 

“Thank you,” Lia spoke after a long pause. “I really appreciate that, especially since it’s almost 2:30 there now.” She laughed, making it more casual as she got up and made her way to her bedroom. 

“Yeah, no problem. Anytime you need, just give me a call okay?” He sleepily replied, while rubbing his eyes slightly. 

What either of them knew at the time was that Lia would take up Dominic’s offer and call him on her walk home from work every night for the next 2 and a half years. 

The second time they called, it went much smoother than the first, and the conversation flowed easily. Lia was less on edge since the sea decided to mellow out, and her new addition of pepper spray attached to her keychain helped ease her fright.

Dominic was just happy to be there. 

He would listen to her talk about how her day was at work while he lounged in bed filled with cream silk pillows and smoke colored sheets. He would often watch Peanut, his fish who sat on the black window sill as he and Lia would chat late at night. 

Peanut’s tank faced the west, and Dominic wondered that if he looked far enough, he would see a stretch of the Oregon coast. Maybe on the blonde sand sat a beautiful girl who would laugh and smile at all the bad jokes he told her. 

She asked him one time, months later in the dead of winter, how after the first time they called, he always seems to be awake at the same time every night. His answer was simple. Dominic told her he could never fall asleep at a decent time usually, and she believed him even though that wasn’t the truth. 

What he would do was set an alarm for 2:00 in the morning just so he could hear her voice over the phone and talk with her about the most mundane events of the day.

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Their relationship blossomed just like the flowers did as spring came around, and soon those evening calls were happening not just in the evening. They would talk in the mornings, in the afternoons, at night, and any time in between. 

Of course, it grew into more than just friendship as constant texting became a thing between the two and the first selfies were being sent.

Both Dominic and Lia were astonished by each others’ looks, happily surprised how they seemed to compliment each other perfectly. 

Both had darkish hair, Dominic’s a lighter brown that seems to always be messy and never really set in one specific style, while Lia’s long dark brown hair always seemed to be up in some creative way.

Lia’s skin was naturally tan, but she noticed how the Oregon coast's cloudy skies had not been helping her keep her skin golden the way California’s usual rays did. She had definitely noticed how pale she felt since moving up north. 

On the opposite side, Dominic had very fair skin, with freckles almost everywhere, mostly on his face. He was teased for them growing up, but started to like them once he got into high school and appreciated them even more since Lia seemed to love them.  

They were both uniquely beautiful in their own way, from Dominic’s hazel eyes hidden behind a pair of glasses to Lia’s brown eyes that were complimented with thick, curled lashes. 

Soon after seeing each other for the first time, the idea of FaceTiming started to float around their minds. Dominic was the one who did it first, conveniently spilling his guts out about his feelings to Lia at the same time. 

The first thing he did on the call was tell her how beautiful she looked. She thought that was a load of bullshit. 

She woke up with her naturally wavy hair knotted and ugly, her face bare of any makeup, while squinting slightly at the bright screen.

He had his glasses on top of his nose and headphones on his head as he quickly navigated through the mobs of people down in the subway. He explained to her how much his feelings had grown with hardly any worries about the people around him hearing, and he said what he wanted to with no shame. 

At this point, they knew each other for around 7 months, and Lia was delighted to hear her feelings that had developed weren’t one sided. She thought it was adorable the way he couldn’t wait any longer until he told her. 

He was quite literally weaving in between people who were on their way to work as he talked on and on nervously about wanting to take things further than just a friendship. 

“I mean, we’re just so close you know? I feel like you know everything about me and I know everything about you, and I’ve been thinking recently… Well,” he paused, quirking his head as a small smile popped up, “I’ve actually been thinking for quite a while now how my feelings have grown for you. And it’s okay, you know, if you think it’s too much or something or the distance is too far for this to wor-“ 

Lia laughed at him, burrowing her face into her light sunset orange colored pillows. 

“Don’t worry,” she lifted her head up to look back at him, “I like you too.” She paused before she spoke out loud, cheeks dusting with red like a slight sunburn on a warm day.

He smiled wide in return, and Lia swore she could hear him say ‘Yes!’ in excitement under his breath. Dominic let her sleep after that, and went through his day with a smile on his face and a little extra pep to his step.

They both had felt such a deep connection with the other person, despite having very different backgrounds and ways of life. Dominic felt like she knew him on a deeper level than most, and Lia finally had someone she could be herself around. 

After that, their relationship skyrocketed. FaceTimes became regular, addresses were being shared, and gifts were being sent. 

Packages included things like favorite snacks, cat toys, sweatshirts spritzed with perfume, letters, and jewelry. 

Their relationship also evolved in a different sense. Late phone calls often turned into something more when the other person was feeling lonelier than usual. It took awhile though, more than a year, for anything to become explicit. 

It all became real after Lia got home from work one day and called later than usual. 

She was already at home when she tapped on his contact, wanting to talk to Dominic as she got ready for bed. 

“So that’s how my day went, it was pretty slow to be honest.” She sighed into the phone, smiling slightly as she tugged a cream colored shirt over her head that Dominic sent her a few weeks ago. 

Her phone was perched against her moss green dresser, speaker on with no response from Dominic. She frowned and all she could hear from the other side was blankets rustling like he was trying to get more comfortable. 

They had been talking about her day at work like usual, and Dominic abandoning the conversation was out of the ordinary. 

“Can I ask you something?” Dominic spoke after his long pause, his voice sounding quieter and deeper than usual. 

Her eyebrows furrowed in question, but she said sure anyways as she walked into her bathroom to put her hair up.

She never wore her hair down to bed since she hated the feeling of it on her neck, especially because of how long her hair had gotten recently. She would either put it in braids or a ponytail, both helping her manage her hair the next morning for work.

“Are you wearing one of my shirts right now?” He asked her, and she was pulled out of the hair rant she was having in her mind. 

She frowned again, confused why he asked. She ended up walking out of the bathroom with her damp hair in a loose braid that cascaded down her back.

“Yea, why?” She questioned, genuinely wondering where he was going with this. She was standing in the middle of her room, one hand on her hip while the other held her blue phone up. 

“What else?” He remarked in that same quiet, low tone. 

“I don’t know, clothes? I’m in your t-shirt and underwear like normal.” She laughed slightly,

“What about you? Are you in a onesie or something?” She grinned, picturing in her mind how silly he would look in a panda suit. 

“No,” he sighed. “I’ve got boxers on, but that’s it. It was hot here today.” He told her, a simple sentence left hanging like his mind was caught up on something else.

“I was just thinkin’ of how good you would look in my shirt,” he slipped in, and her heart skipped a beat. 

They might have both participated in sending slightly revealing pictures in the past, but none that went lower than a belly button. Lia had drooled over Dominic’s lean, fit body and Dominic definitely had to take a very cold shower after seeing his girl in nothing but underwear and a small tank top. 

Lia didn’t know what to say after Dominic’s comment, but he thankfully continued. 

“You know that picture I saved from our FaceTime the other day? The one with you smirking in that pink tank top?” She nodded as she remembered the picture, but realized she was on a call and verbally added a small, ‘Mhm.’ She made the decision to turn off her main room light and lay down in her bed, snuggling up into her cozy, lamp-lit room. 

“I wanted to see you in person so bad after that, you don’t understand.” Dominic muttered, seeming to have a hard time keeping his voice even. The energy between them started to progress into something intense, maybe even heated. 

“You okay? Feel like you haven’t said anything.” Dominic commented, and Lia could tell he knew that she was internally freaking out. He’d sent some dirty texts before and even then she didn’t know how to respond, let alone in real time on the phone. 

His texts were never too bold, but they definitely caught her attention. They spanned anywhere between, ‘I’ve missed you extra today’ to, ‘I wish you were here right now’ and, ‘I could make you feel so good if you were here.’

They would come all hours of the day, sometimes when she knew he was at work and other times when she woke up to them in the morning. The texts had time stamps, showing how late he was up when he pressed the blue glowing arrow.

She might have even received a picture of something in his pants but never responded to it, too flustered to know what to say, yet eagerly wanting to. 

She will admit, she might have pulled that picture up more than once in the past while he was asleep, quickly getting comfortable before tucking her hand under the sheets. 

“It’s okay baby,” he exhaled, “you don’t have to talk, I can do it.” He reassured her, almost in a mocking tone in response to her long pause. The more he talked, the more flustered Lia felt. 

Butterflies were going crazy in her stomach, and she felt like she was floating in a way. This didn’t feel real, but if it was a dream, she certainly didn’t want it to end. 

“I was thinking about you earlier, around 1:30 when you were still at work. I thought about you with me here, in my bed.”

“What about me?” They were both surprised she was able to speak, even if it was quiet and somewhat breathy. 

“Just wanted to see you.” Lia could hear rustling and wondered what he was doing. “Wanted to see you in that tiny little shirt again, maybe even without it.” He tested the waters with his comments to see how far he could go. 

Lia was feeling fine, other than the fact she felt something growing in her lower stomach that didn’t want to leave. Her lips quirked up in interest at his comment, but she didn’t have the guts to say anything back. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll do all the talking, and you can just listen.” He told her, knowing from other conversations how shy she felt in these types of situations. Lia and Dominic had talked about boundaries and what was okay and not, and Dominic had never once made Lia feel uncomfortable. Even with the unsolicited pictures and dirty texts, Lia never felt objectified or used. She wanted those pictures and she wanted to send them. 

“I wanna see you Lia. In person. I’m craving someone I’ve never even fucking met in person before. That’s how much control you have over me, baby.” He told her, and Lia didn’t seem to notice the subtle change in his voice that was caused by Dominic’s hand trailing down his bare chest. 

She was getting flustered sitting there and listening to him, hanging on to every last word he was saying. His voice was like a blanket of comfort, but at the same time it helped stir up something hot inside her. 

Dominic’s fingertips eagerly brushed the waistband of his boxers at that point, waiting for some sort of response from Lia. He just hoped that he was creating the right environment for this to take place. The last thing he would want to do is make Lia feel uncomfortable in any way.

“How you feeling, baby?” His question was genuine, and Dominic’s voice only had the sound of reassurance in it.

“Good,” she stated, “really good.” She was breathing faster than normal and her cheeks wouldn’t cool down. 

“I’m glad. Now, whatever you’re comfortable with, do it. If that’s just to sit there and listen to me talk, that’s perfectly fine. Might ask you a couple simple yes or no questions. Otherwise you can join me, or simply hang up okay?” He explained, and Lia took a deep breath as a sort of calm washed over her.

She could be herself around him, and there was no need to be out of her comfort zone. 

“I just want to listen for now, I think.” 

He liked how she said for now, maybe another time hopefully sooner rather than later, she would join him. 

“That’s wonderful, baby. Now how are you feeling? You comfortable in bed?” He reached down under the loose waistband of his boxers, feeling the rough wrinkled material of them. 

“I’m feeling good, ‘m feeling hot though.” Lia quietly told Dominic, wiggling further under the safety of her blankets and listened. 

“I'm feeling hot too. I really wish you were here, want you to know how much I want you.” It almost sounded like a whine, the way he said it, desperate for Lia to hear how much she means to him in every way possible. 

That night was the first night of many for the young couple to experience each other in a closer, more raw sense.

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Slay its getting intense.

[sevenf1ng3rs]

His Burden: Chapter 12

Chapter 12: How did you do it?

Word Count: 2K

Pairings: Namjoon x Reader

Genres: Innocent!Reader, Troubled!Namjoon, Blossoming Relationship, Big Secret, Fluff, Angst, Smut, Humor.

Rating: 18+, Mature

Warnings: Mentions of SH, Thoughts of Suicide (minimal)

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The Next Day

You wake up the next day with your makeup and clothes from last night still on, too drained to do anything but lay in bed.

You drag yourself out of bed, forcing yourself to shower. You stare in the mirror at your knotted hair and crumpled clothes, wiping at the mascara running down your face.

Me? His soulmate? Look at me. I'm such a sorry excuse for a person. There's no way someone like me is meant to be with someone like him.

You tear your eyes from the mirror, strip yourself of your clothes, and head into the shower. You let the water wash over you for several minutes, making no move to start cleaning yourself. You stare at the tiled wall blankly.

A curse. A curse that prevents him from having sex with anyone but me. Well, that's if I even am his soulmate. And soulmates? I didn't understand a word he was saying. He can't sleep when he's not near me? What is that supposed to mean?

And his ex. She's really dead. He killed her. Not on purpose, of course, but he still killed her. Will I be killed if I end up sleeping with him? What if he's wrong about us, and I end up dead in his bed the following day? This is all too much. I can't think about this anymore; I'll go insane.

You break out of your thoughts and reach for the shampoo, officially starting your shower. As you wash yourself, you can't tell if the water running down your face is from the shower or your tears.

---

You wake up a few hours later, still in your towel, atop your bed sheets.

Did I sleep through work? How could I do that? I swear I started getting ready; I don't remember lying down.

You grab your phone off your nightstand and open it to many missed calls from Maddie, your boss... and Namjoon. You ignore the latter and go straight to your thread with your best friend.

7:30: GIRL, where tf are you

7:32: I heard some fucked up shit happened last night. What was that about?

7:46: Babe... I'm worried about you. Call me back, please.

7:47: I covered for you at work, so don't worry.

8:12: I'm really, really worried. Please let me know if you're okay.

You sigh, feeling bad for making her worry. You text her back.

12:35: I'm so sorry, girl. I had a rough night yesterday and accidentally slept through work. I'll explain in detail later, but I'm okay for now. Thanks for checking on me.

You scroll through your threads and click on the one between you and your boss, apologizing to him and promising to be in tomorrow. The only person left is Namjoon.

I don't know if I can text him right now. It's still too fresh.

You put your phone down on your bed and get up, deciding to try and function.

The Same Morning - NAMJOONS POV

Namjoon has yet to sleep all night. He's been sitting at the edge of his childhood bed, switching back and forth between checking his phone and crying. Everywhere he looks, he sees a little bit of you, you lying in his bed, up against the wall, and the worst, standing in the middle of the room, backing away from him. He regrets last night immensely, replaying the events in his mind over and over again, criticizing himself for every move.

"Fuck!" He stands up abruptly and kicks his dresser, causing all the items on top of it to fall to the ground, shattering his lamp and sprawling his books across the floor. He walks over to his nightstand, picks up the framed photo of him and his brothers, throwing it across the room, watching the glass shattering against the wall, chunks sliding across the floor towards his feet.

He picks a piece up, turning it back and forth before his eyes, inspecting the sharp sides.

It would be so easy...

A knock sounds on the door, and he tosses the piece back onto the floor.

"Namjoon, what's going on in there, man," the sound of Jin's voice from behind the door.

"Can I please come in? I'm worried about you, bro," Jin asks softly.

When Namjoon doesn't answer, he pushes the door open and walks inside, eyeing the damage caused to the room.

"Dude..." Jin starts, unable to finish the sentence. He looks over to see Namjoon standing in the middle of the room, head trained to the floor. He grabs his hand and leads him to the bed, sitting him down carefully. Jin exits the room for a few moments, coming back in with a garbage bag and cleaning supplies, carefully starting to clean the room. He picks up all of the glass and puts the frameless photo of himself with his brothers back on the nightstand. He put all of the books back in their rightful place and cautiously placed the remains of the lamp into the bag, sweeping the room up, putting everything into the trash, and placing it near the door.

"Okay, let's talk," Jin finally sits down next to Namjoon, who has only sat where he's been placed and watched his brother clean up his mess.

"She ran away from me," Namjoon says, voice barely above a whisper.

Jin sits in silence, giving Namjoon time to continue.

"This fucking curse. I've had enough of it. I'm so tired, and I want to be with the person I love without worrying that I'll kill her if we get too close. She thinks I'm a fucking monster now. I mean shit, she's fucking right." Namjoon laughs, despite himself. They both sit through a few beats of silence before he continues.

"How did you do it?" he turns to look at Jin, revealing the tears in his eyes. "How did you know Jungkook was the one? How did you know you could have sex with him without consequence?"

Jin stays silent for a few moments, contemplating how to properly word his response in a way that wouldn't further hurt Namjoon.

"I just knew. I can't properly explain the feeling, but my whole world lights up when I'm with him. He practically is my sun," he chuckles, "the entirety of me depends on him. When I first told him, we had a situation similar to yours. We were apart for a few days, and I couldn't eat or sleep, knowing he wouldn't be mine at the end of the day. We had our fights and such since then, but we always came back to each other. That's one good thing about this curse if they're your soulmate, they'll always come back to you," he finishes the story, placing a comforting hand on Namjoons back before exiting the room, giving him space to think.

---

Since his talk with Jin, Namjoon decided to go to the coffee shop daily. He sat in the coffee shop for a week, sitting at the table near the door and watching it. Every time the chime rings, he snaps his gaze to it, praying that you will walk through the door this time. It never is. Day after day, he waited, but you have yet to show.

One day, Namjoon decided not to go back to the shop. He realized that it was truly over. You had moved on from him, not wanting to bear his stupid burden. As much as he didn't accept this fate and prayed that you would show up at his door, hugging him and telling him that it was all okay, it wasn't his choice. He spent the next three days hitting the gym and working as much as he could, barely leaving the building, only taking a break to drink water occasionally. The pain of the workouts helped him forget. In the back of his mind, he thought that maybe if he bettered himself, you would return to him.

The fourth day after not going to the coffee shop, he realized he couldn't stay in the place where this all began. The buildings reminded him of you, the sidewalks, the trees, and everything around him. He needed to get out of the city, a fresh start. Someplace new and exciting to forget the pain associated with this city. However, he knew he needed to see you one last time before leaving for good for selfish reasons.

A Few Days Prior - Your POV

Maddie came over to your house today. But all the days seem to blend. Thankfully, Maddie's been covering for you at work, saying you have mono. You only remember her telling you, "Guys come and go. You'll be over him soon enough". However, that doesn't seem to be the case. You can't stop thinking about him all day and night for a while now. Could he be right? You think to yourself.

No, too much thinking for tonight. I need to go to sleep.

—

RING RING

Your phone starts buzzing, waking you up from your light sleep.

What the fuck? I'm trying to sleep. It's like 2 am.

You roll over and reach your hand across your bed, trying to stay in your position while grabbing your phone. When you turn the screen on, there's a text from Maddie.

Maddie: Call me right now

You call Maddie and say, "What's up? I'm trying to sleep," voice still foggy from recently waking up.

Maddie tearfully replies, "It's Namjoon...he's in the hospital...he tried to-"

You hang up the phone and drop it away as if it was suddenly burning hot. You're unable to speak or move, frozen in shock.

This is all my fault.

You cry hard, dropping your head into your hands and bringing your knees to your chest, the hurt radiating over your body. When you come up for air, breathless from crying, you realize you're sitting in a bathtub full of your own tears. You sit up in the water and look around, confused. Looking to your left, you see someone else in the room with you. It's Namjoon sitting in his own tub, but the sides are overflowing with his blood.

You start to scream before being cut off abruptly.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You wake up with a gasp, sitting up in fear, drenched in sweat, to the sound of your alarm; it seems to have been going off for a while now.

Holy shit, what the fuck was that nightmare. A sign. Is something going to happen?

You remember when Maddie told you Namjoon would come into the shop, waiting for you. She claimed it was every day for an entire week. You also remember her telling you that he had stopped coming altogether, that she hadn't seen him in days. Your mind starts racing, worrying about the unthinkable.

He wouldn't...

—

You finally go back to work, deciding that being able to pay rent is more important than sitting in bed and thinking about Namjoon. You make sure to act slightly sick around your boss to make it more believable, but it's just you and Maddie today, so you stop with the charade for now.

"I thought I had my shift with Ben today?" you say to Maddie, wondering why she had joined you so early in the morning.

"No, he asked me to cover for him. I haven't seen him since the party," she responds, looking up as if she's only just now noticed his absence.

Weird. I wonder if he's sick.

You turn around to make a few customers coffee, being backed up on orders slightly, when Maddie taps you furiously on the shoulder, forcing you to turn around.

"Hey, is that-" Maddie starts,

You look in the direction her eyes are glued to and see a pair of piercing eyes you've grown to love staring back at you. You haven't seen them in so long; you forgot how intense they were when you looked into them. Now, they were all you could see. The world around you slowed down, and voices faded until all left were his eyes and your heartbeat in your ears. You felt relief, fear, and happiness all at the same time. Unsure of what to do with yourself, you stand frozen, soaking in the person who those eyes belonged to.

"Namjoon."

[lyn-js]

Dancing under the Moonlight | Chapter 2. Love in the Limelight

Bradley Bradshaw x OC Reader (Nickname Honey)

Summary: After the Uranium Mission, Bradley Bradshaw decides he wants to settle down. Maybe even start a family at some point in time. But he felt so tired (and old) to be in the dating scene. That's until he sees a beautiful new bartender at The Hard Deck. Not only that; turns out she's Penny's niece, Beatrice. They both hit it off amazing, but for some reason, Beatrice isn't letting her walls down yet. But Bradley is going to get to the bottom of what Bea's big secret is.

Warnings: Swearing, angst, drinking, mentions of past abuse, fluff, eventually smut 18+, age gap (24 & 35)

It was finally the weekend!! Even though this was gonna be a group outing, you wanted to try your best to dress a little nice for Bradley. 

Chantal was with you when you were getting ready, even your Aunt and cousin were a little worried about you. You changed three times in 5 minutes. You changed your hairstyle so many times your hair could probably stick up with all the hairspray you have in it. But you just went with a simple top and some jean shorts. You finally come jutting down the stairs, and everyone's eyes are on you. 

Chantal gets up from the couch and makes her way to the front door with her bag and keys. “You finally decided on something?” you just give her a little nod, while also grabbing your bag and keys. But when you turn back she is giving you a sympathetic smile. “We are going to have fun tonight, Okay? Stop worrying about what he’ll think of you. Plus, if he doesn't like it, you can drop his ass.” you both let out a chuckle. But you're stopped when you see Penny walk up to you both. “Yea listen to C. Don’t worry so much about how you look. Go and have fun, pulse you are already beautiful. Since the day you were born.” She gently caresses your cheek, and then gives you a small kiss in the same spot. You try and hold back the tears that were welling in your eyes. You remember your mom always saying that to you when you were feeling down, or sad. She would always know how to make you smile again. But, now that she’s gone you never really heard those words again. Ever since then, your Aunt Penny has tried so hard to be a mom to you, and you will always be grateful for her doing that. You kiss her back and hug Ames, also promising her that you will try and get her a prize from the bowling alley. So, you and Chantal make your way out, budding goodbye to your Aunt, and make your way over to The Hard Deck for your shift.

Before Chantal starts up her vintage cherry red Mustang, “Hey C, are the girls still on to join us?” I ask when I finish buckling into my seat. She chuckles and gives me a warm smile, “Hell yeah girl! When I told them we were having a girl's night, while also spotting some cute aviators by our side. Honey, I could even get the question out fast enough without them saying yes. She puts on her sunglasses, starts the car, and off The Hard Deck, we go.

Just as when Chantal is pulling into the parking lot you spot the infamous Blue Bronco, and you’re practically jumping out of the moving car, trying to get in the bar as fast as possible so you can see the one person you've been dying to see for days now.

(Bradley’s POV)

When I hear the doors open at the front I whip my head around and see the girl I’ve been waiting for all day. Nat pauses her game of pool with Bob to come see what I’m losing my head over. But, she looks in my field of direction and sees a brunette girl, who seems to be with her friend looking around for somebody. When they look over in our direction she sees the brunette face light up when she looks at Rooster. That must be the “mystery girl” he keeps talking to. So, they make their way over.

I see Beatrice come crashing over to us, and she gives me a small wave, and a small “Hi.”

“Are we still on for tonight pretty girl,” I ask her. But the next second she freezes up, like the wind got knocked out of her. Why the hell would you say that? She probably thinks you're crazy for calling her that!

But I see her take a deep breath and try and speak to me. “Y-yeah… I’ll call the rest of my friends to come meet us here.” She seemed to snap out of whatever daze she was in to see the person next to her nudging her in the ribs.

She looks over at her friend whom she finally introduces. “Oh, everyone this is my best friend Chantal. Chantal this is Lieutenant. Bradley Bradshaw, Lieutenant. Robert Floyd, and Lieutenant. Natasha Trace.” She gives a silent wave to me and Bob. But, when I look over to see Nat, for some reason I see a little glimmer in her eye. I know for a fact that she would kick me in the balls if I said anything about it to her. So for now, I just keep my piece and focus my attention back on Bea.

We have a light conversation for a couple of minutes until she has to be on the clock. But as soon as she leaves, I already miss her presents, even though she is right up at the bar a couple of feet away. It feels like she’s miles away from me. I just want to be near her all the time. 

Within the hour more of the squad makes its way into the bar, and when they do, Bea makes her stops to introduce herself along with Chantal. Who I might add has taken up all of Natasha’s attention by talking each other’s ears off. So, for the rest of her shift, I would come up from time to time, seeing if she was alright, and watch her over from the pool tables.

I stop focusing on the game of pool to see Hangman making his way over to Beatrice.

(Back to Your POV)

After some grueling hours wiping down tables, making drinks, and trying my best not to crack underpressure. I’m finally done tonight. Luckily Aunt Penny came in an hour later, so we wouldn’t be swamped with so many people at the bar.

Just as I’m about to head out from behind the bar, out of the corner of my eye, I see someone come up. I wanted to assume it was Bradley to come check on me for the fourth time tonight. But when I turned around to see a tall, blond, cocky-looking man leaning over the bar top with a toothpick in his mouth. 

For some reason, I walk back over to see what he wants. I don’t even get the question out of what he would like when he starts to speak up. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing behind a bar?” “I’m getting off my shift right now,” I tell him.

“Well, why don’t you come out with me and my friends tonight? Probably hit the town. I might even take you somewhere private.” He gives me a mischievous smile while raising his eyebrows at me. He probably doesn’t know that I’m with the group tonight. So I’ll just play a little game with him, until he gets the hint.

“I’m sorry…” genuinely asking for his name, but still playing dumb with him. “Hangman. But you can call me Jake darlin’,” he says to me while he flicks the other end of the toothpick around in his mouth.

I’m sorry… Jake. But I don’t feed off of protein powder, and small dick insecurity,” I smile back at him. He falters a little but comes back in seconds. “Oh, I like em’ feisty. How about I leave you my number and call me sometime?” I just give a little chuckle and seize up to him so he can also stand up straight.

“Yea, call me and let me know when you can actually satisfy a woman in bed.” Just as he was about to say something else, Bradley came up to the bar top and stood next to Jake. I smile ear to ear when he arrives, and I can see the same expression on his face. I pan over to Jake and see him a whole lot little shocked.

“H-hey Bradley,” you tell him with a little bit of weariness in my voice. “Hey Bea, are we ready to go?” he asked back. I was about to say that I needed to ask Penny first if I could go. But she already beat me to it, coming up behind me to answer his question.

“She’s all yours Rooster. Just bring her back home in one piece. Okay?” He just gives a little salute back to her which of course makes me laugh.

 After that, I get out from behind the bar and go right into Bradley’s side. But all of a sudden we stop and he pulls me closer to his body already giving me more chills down my spine and leans down to whisper to me, “He wasn’t giving you any problems was he?” He asks in a curious tone.

“Don’t worry B, I straightened him out a little bit.” Out of the blue, he kisses my temple and mumbles “That’s my girl” to himself, but you hear him anyways. He probably didn’t mean it. You think to yourself.

So, after everyone wrapped up with their pool and darts games it was time to go bowling.

After Chantal and Natasha convinced me it was a good idea to ride over to the alley with Bradley. We both knew what was up their tricky little sleeves, so me and Bradley told them they should ride together also. 

That’s how you ended up in the passenger seat of Bradley’s Bronco when pulling up to the bowling alley. 

After he parks the car, we see Chantal and Nat pull right in next to us and then comes the rest of the squad. When you try and open the door, you’re stopped by Bradley who’s moving closer to you while closing the door. I just look back at him.

“What are you doing pretty girl?” he asks me with raised eyebrows. Opening the door… What are you doing?” He looked dumbfounded at this point when I was answering that question. “Bea, my mother would be rolling in her grave if she found out I let you open your own door. Ya know I can feel her right now telling me off for not being a gentleman. 

Now I was dumbfounded. I did want to ask him about what happened, but I didn’t want to pressure him into talking about stuff that was hard for him. So, I’m not going to get into it with him. He rushes out of the driver seat and comes running over to the passenger side to be a gentleman and open my door. 

As I’m unbuckling I see him open my door, and give the fanciest bow he could give, and so I just play along. “Oh, ever the gentlemen!” I put my heart on my chest. But then jump out and follow everyone in.

When you get in you and Chantal, go ahead of everyone to see your friends Jesse, Georgia, Scarlett, Coco, and Rose. We all walk them over to the other group to introduce them to each other. 

When you get a good look at the other guys from the group, it almost looks like their eyes are about to fall out of their sockets.

But you let the girls get to introduce themselves, and they seem to be enjoying it. Maybe enjoying themselves a little too much, but we all make our way to the front to get our lanes ready.

Once we got into our lanes, we decided to split the girls and the guys.

Then we were paired up, Javy and Coco, Micky and Rose, Ruben and Jesse, Bob and Georgia, Jake and Scarlett, Natashe and Chantal, and finally Bradley and Beatrice. 

We went into three different lanes, and of course, there was an odd number of people that left me and Bradley in one lane by ourselves. I even see Chantal and Nat in the lane next to us giving lovely Dovey looks at me and Bradley. But I can see the same feeling when Chantal is with Nat. 

A couple of years ago Chantal came out to you as bisexual, You asked her why she hadn’t told you sooner. 

Her answer was that you wouldn’t want to be friends with her if she told. That made you want to slap her silly and tell her she was completely wrong. At the end of that night, you both ended up in your bed cuddling while eating junk food, with lots of tears and telling her if she ever gets her heart broken, you will hunt that person down to the end of their days.

So, you can truly believe Natasha was a good person, and you truly believed she would love Chantal till the end of time. 

You could only wish that could happen to you.

And Hour goes by and you all are having a good time, eating, drinking and laughing our asses off. You don’t know who, but someone started a bet with each lane.

If someone misses the lane, and the ball goes in the gutter. That lane would have to do 50 push-ups. I feel really terrible for me and Bradley because when it was my turn I would go up I would miss. 

Every single time!

You can’t really remember what count you’re both on. It might be 150… or 60. But you would just always look over at Bradley and feel really bad that he was also doing this punishment with you.

After you both are finally done with that count, you walk back to the seats, sit down, and finally get a chance to breath. You look over, and your face on with his arm. His muscles look so defined and huge. You just want to wrap your arms around them and never let go.

We are out having a good time. Now stop thinking about him like that Bea!

I finally spoke up and said something. “I’m really sorry we’re making us do push-ups. Not really expecting work to come follow you.” I put my head down. Shying away from him looking at me. “Hey, Bea… look at me, pretty girl.” When I look up he takes his finger and puts it under my chin so we are making direct contact with his hazel irises. “You don’t need to apologize. It just bowling. Plus, at least I can be able to do them with you and not Jake.”

We both giggle, but that stops when we see Chantal and Natasha making kissing noises at us. So, together you and Bradley both flip them off and return back to your game.

Once again Bradley makes a strike on his turn, he comes over to give you a high five and sits next to you. When you look up to see your name highlighted on the monitor telling you it is your turn, you just let out a sigh and brace yourself to get down on the floor and do another round of push-ups.

But all of a sudden when you are about to swing your ball back you feel a pair of hands on your shoulders stopping you.

You turn around and see it was Bradley, he comes down so he can talk to you. “I think you might need help instead of just wracking your ball in the gutter,” he tells me while pointing to our lane. “Well, teach me. See if I’m really any good,” I give him a little smirk, and Bradley copies the same expression on his face.

He stands behind you, and your back is flush against his front. And wrapping his arms around your own, almost looking like he was holding the bowling ball himself.

He bends down a little so he can talk to me again, “What you want is a good stance.” So he moves his hands from the ball and bends down to move you legs to the same position he’s in. 

“Then, bring your arms back” he puts his burly hands over you and you both swing the ball back and then down the lane it goes.

It feels like you’ve been holding your breath for an eternity, feeling like the ball was going down the land so slowly and just waiting for it to hit the pins.

Then you hear the pins fall. You finally got a strike. When you see all the pins disappear, you start to freak out with excitement. Squealing and jumping up and down like a kid in a candy store. Then you turn around to give Bradley a big hug, and he wraps his arms around you and spins you in circles. 

“Did you see that? I got a strike bitches!” You yell at the top of your lungs. You see everyone from the group cheer for you, even the people from the other lanes whistle for your lucky shot.

You look up at the monitor and see the little animation for the strike. It stops and tells you that your turn is still up. So you turn back to him, “I didn’t think I learned the first time. Can you show me again?” you ask him with a cheeky grin. “For you pretty girl, anything.” So you get your ball from the ball return, and wait for Bradley to come up behind you, and help you get back in your stance.

This night can’t get any better.

Once we were all done with the bowling alley, there was a beautiful sunset, and there was a boardwalk nearby. So, we all got in our cars and made our way over there.

When we all got there we decided to split up for a little bit when some of the group wanted to go on rides or go play some carnival games.

But, you and Bradley just decide to walk around not to do anything, and just wanting to be in each other's presence. While along the walk, you and Bradley kept brushing your hands together, not knowing how were going to initiate the first move. But before you can think, you take a leap and pick up Bradley’s hand and interlock your and his together. He doesn't want to make you uncomfortable so he keeps looking outwards at everything around him.

But you could feel him give your hand a gentle squeeze, and a couple of seconds later he brought your interlocked hands up to his lips and gave your knuckles a light kiss. Your heart was about to explode out of your chest you were so happy. So, you wrap your other hand around his bicep and continue on your quiet stroll.

You almost forgot to get Amelia a prize from the arcade at the bowling alley, so you dragged Bradley over to one of the games to try and win a small prize. And of course, you have no luck when trying to win any games, so you let Bradley try. 

And of course, he wins the first time, and the second, and third. Now, you were carrying a giant teddy bear and two smaller prizes to his Bronco.

How is he so fucking good at everything? I wonder if he’s this good in bed-

“Would you care to have a walk with me on the beach?” he closes the door to the backseat where the bear was occupying his giant, fluffy frame. “Don’t mind if I do Lieutenant.” You both take off your shoes, interlock your hands again, and descend to the sandy shoreline.

You both walk in silence for a little bit before you both speak up at the same time. But he lets you go first. “Bradley… what is… what is this thing between us?” you ask him. But I cut him off. “Well, I know what it is… maybe. I just don’t want one of us to get the wrong signals, and in the end, someone gets hurt-” his finger cuts you off on your lips to make your stupid ass stop rambling. 

“Listen, Bea, I definitely know what this is, and trust me, nobody is going to get hurt. By the looks of it, we both know something is here between us.” “I… can we just take this slow for a little bit please?” “Absolutely pretty girl.” 

You see him grab something out of his back pocket and unravel a cord. You see him offer you an earbud. And hold up what looks to be like a very janky iPod Shuffle. Your mouth is agape when you see him put the opposite earbud in his ear. “Care for a dance, m’lady?” 

I’m still in shock, but I let out a hardy laugh. “Bradley Bradshaw I know for a fact you did not bring an iPod on the beach to slow-dance with me!” I’m still laughing when he starts to sway from side to side. My laughing dies down, and I eventually give in.

I grab the unused earbud place it in my ear, and see him press play. Some 80s hit play, even though they were super upbeat, we swayed in silence. One part listening to music, the other listening to the waves crash on the shore.

‘You’re Gonna Miss Me’ by Connie Francis starts playing. you look down a little, to see a gold chain peaking out of his shirt. You don’t know why but you reach up and touch the cross. You look up at him finding he already had his eyes on you. “It used to be my mom's. But after…” Now I’m the one to cut him off. “Hey, if you don’t want to talk about it, I’m not gonna force you. Plus, I don’t want you to feel like you have to tell me everything-” He steps closer connecting both of your lips to his own.

It wasn’t a harsh kiss, to say the least, it was soft and gentle. But you know there was so much more behind it. But you are not getting into that right now. 

So, keep kissing this really attractive guy it is.

You both break apart and connect your foreheads, both trying to catch your breath. “That was… fun,” you both let out a chuckle. You suddenly speak up, “Honey.” you move away from him a little bit to see his eyebrows raised. “My nickname is Honey. I only let people call me that if they’re close to me.” 

He just nods and gives you a soft kiss on the lips. “Okay, Honey.” then he wraps you into his embrace, and continues to sway back and forth listing to the rest of the song.

Finally, for once in your life, you’re wrong for the right reason. And you're pretty damn happy about that.

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[fkyumerica]

i saw johnny depp at the grocerie store

he was small

thomas edison's sons were chucky

they would kidnap for shit

i just heard one talk

ghost or microphone

leon throws beer cans at them like wayne

they fucked with kong

what did he hear first he wouldbelieve

smashing it more, adding more to it recorded

mercury ball

video

tv

seance

smaller to bigger

he is a girl

500 girls for him here we go

giant to small

lasher

was him

thomas edison

his brother

sleepy hollow the woman who chopped off heads was lincolns "wife" when he was shot in a phone booth

it was hooked up to it

anyone could go over it anytime and firework blow it up

no one was

inject

umbilical cord hooked up to guy while fucking her

electrocutes him

900 times he got 80,000 pregnant

and the rest too

had to make it happen

him walking on all fours was weird

hanging on the wall with his feet too

39 pregnant against it

sam did it

st.valentines massacre

im for it

kill whats in her

then her

and hear her last words spoken to her

i hear it

mike to mary sue then johnny depp to madison square gardens

they lost

dead now

and shoot fetus first cant shoot him

she will turn around and shoot it out after, fetus

New Year 2024 UAE Fireworks - Dubai Burj Khalifa Palm Jumierah Yas Bay Abudhabi

that many for him to stop and look

just dragged his whole life

with him too come on girls

cant get up

end of heaven

or rest of the world was it to chair leg lift them up

men was table

legs down

and aanother child under him was temptation

leave us leadership us from evil

aMEEEENNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNSSSSSSSSSSSLLLLLLLLLLLLLLKKK

lick and do it again

passes the cihld after to his dad

and he will get pregnant whats in it and she gives birth to two

no three

small

last one squirts out

got her fetus pregnant too

puses its button it wont stop

swing smashes it around

to stay there on the ground

beast shit was this

no

battle today

royale

play it like a piano he will not hurt you

keyboard

and fuck it up again giermo

i wont save you

cant either

he fucks it

upp

waits all day and night and wont write either

he wont meet me

and she doesnt give a shit either

youre a dad

alden's mom mary sue, jim morrisons mom, mary sue

marilyn mansons mom, mary sue

charles mansons mom with wayne, mary sue

she mated with wayne

then he was in denial

andd michael miller was killed in class by brock lesner

i alughed my ass off

right in front of me

two chairs

blood everywhere

his face was gone except a eyeball

then the guy he lived with came out and said he was charles manson

get out of court get in

sit in it right

ive been waiting all day

worked at mcdonalds

come on im back

is the guy after that one dies

lived with him

then rents a condo

it is their house still

jet packs after

monsters on this block

lindita is the fat now and then girl who got pregnant by the guy down the street old man

and said she owned half the block

then mated with fred dursts dad

the guy down the block

scottish son

like 25 or 35 years old

she was 12

7 in the movie

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BBCnBciNBqo this was butthead

The Pogues live 1986

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yAEFKjqPtlU this is dopey

The Irish Rover - The Dubliners & The Pogues

they let the next generation be a darker color to work

the resst were white

and you can only be beige

thomas edison with a beard

didnt mate with all his family members yet

he said it

the whole group is gay

is alden's dad, then went with alden's wife and had kelly clarkson after, made him cross eyed pissed

penny said her mom was elizabeth bell

with that old man

fake legs

came in a wheel chair

with needles

then they wwere the people fkng up the old folks home

then chris wanted to marry him

for manhattan

3 women decided it

to be fake liza menillis

and moms

to his family

like 95 of them

im spanish

half go to him

another half to naother building

then another half to another building

it was homeless buildigns

one got a idea

fuck me for marriage

said it to all of them

his mom said me

his dad said fuck

back and forth weird words

mumbles

muh me mer marriae

the sex would be like it

bump bump a bump bump

drinking small alcohol to ride it

or off ride

to get off pregnant on another guy after, elizabeth bell was it

if you hold someones tits up in gay female sex they will look like a man, finger them will sound like a man

and its always hot to lesbians

get in it get into it

she he is hot, wont leave, will enver leave them

elizabeth is a pike

you dont come back after too

and smoke on this while youre having sex with a guy come over to me after or i get him next

speaking of drug deals

friends

i had none

and guys

half are women

find don

fuck her

did they do a y2k internet prank with macafee

sa ve 100 dont go

their moms are dead

from frankenmuth

they just kept building stuff down the road

and living as mormon

s

openly do not marry but have sex to marry

they lie then

no anwser? civil war

taller? revolutionary war

car only to keep up to kill them

jay z is huuuge and a huge problem, punches in all the doors for anyone to go into

https://www.facebook.com/photo/?fbid=7243853235658755&set=gm.2301666843361629&idorvanity=259458537582480 anne marie openly fucked him there and he glues her eyes shut to stay there till they open

The Kitsch Meow

Fluffing pillows

Woo gay horny parent shit sometimes kids stay inside, 4,5,6,7,8

one stone over the next in the mouth is how to talk like it

it is a abusive and abused retard, and will not lern to not do it, and too bad to let live

so they go to war anywhere, they are just it

will keep attacking

and threaten till many come over, then they all attack someone

"who threatened them right? no she/he did to me"

aand gold lamp? she is gay and fat suit fake dick easy

plain women dont want anything

wasnt a bed either, stand up orgy house

on the gruond i can take his truck

with cm all over in it yea put it all over it i got it now prengnat with it what fight is it what and found one put it in the fat suit i did it whoa there it is taco bell table

shove it in there too

so a wakostan does it

too tan he is insane now

wont get hired is gay and gets alcohol and starts parties to get fucked, left his wife, had a dick

i was just killing people in cars until these giant sports guys do a back breaker at me

then i get up aand leave holy shit what

face

then

i leave through those groups of guys with cameras

keep going

saw one of their moms

i can walk in a house

here since wtf did i do

go in court

what is it

he keeps screaming

giant black guy now wont stop screaming so jude leaves

and he jumps in that seat

judges

and judges you

three tv shows complaining about it since

one got bleached sitting there whoa

inside

keeps going

ESPN

Tyler Booker and J.J. McCarthy shared a moment after the game

Facebook

can only let out straight drugs here

dick fuck me he said to him

no no no we hold on

other guy said

is finally being that asshole when caught

is letting his kids go outside to get raped by guys

and in cars with any women and fake women

men in drag

needs them in his life

https://fb.watch/pkcPykxB-S/

WXYZ-TV Channel 7

Now that's a celebration! Check out this fun video sent by the Hart Family in West Bloomfield after Michigan beat Alabama in the Rose Bowl yesterday. We love to see it!

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they know how i looked down what my dads hair looked like

they look for him all day in crs

and he fluffed his hair to look like it

4

beef

for that guy to cancel the macafee i had to ask like 6 times

he said you got a deal

i dont want it

ect.

but you saved 200 dollars

i dont need it

you will like the program

omfg

for like 10 minutes

"get out there and do something"

jen met anthony and asked him to pay for her abortion

there is some guy who kept shooting aat us

a nut case who killed his mom

and kept his dads boner?

to movie show fuck em up

pretend you want something he will be there

and yea

who?

shoot him then

is the shot

vinnie is butthead, and the main hobbit

uhhhh

frodo

did he draw eyebrows on your dog

it made me mad

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LgrV3jxI9Bw they each think they can get their own house sleeping around, each family member

My Dogs

They give them a dog then they fuck it cant pick it up then he leaves them, run in yard new dad fucks him whoa! Just stands there till there is a relationship touched his dick he will show it to his dad he got 54

surrounded me to get attacked by dogs

amanda clemonds

met with vinnie

yea i can definitley fuck him

said it at the end of the hoome movie

and what home they steal too

carrie married her

18 fucking houses

watch it again, reversed it

then it was full house

smash theirs open

clifford and dan/mission come out haha

the one in trailer park boys

dark hair always drink in hand

clifford is ow ow ow

hand thing

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IQKm9Tv7nIQ this is him

Harvard President Claudine Gay says she will resign

If you are here I will gang rape anyone

i can hide behind glasses

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=enWbbLXB11w who gets the angles

Harvard president resigns amid scandals

over 270 guys

polled

from harvard

are it

and party now come on

ska

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AOsADRyObLY and muzzle

Panel: Was Harvard president's resignation about student safety, plagiarism or racism?

on right

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KPBxIwZyovg i just fucking hate you. i gotta be strong to hear it. her mother. hahah gets up and leave after she does and woo she in her car fuck me if not bye

Harvard president resigns amid plagiarism accusations, congressional testimony

then hog start it and bye

we start killing stalking her

killed two amish we got a place

well keep looking for me

live outside pregnant

we found 54

basket ball

lights

cameras give them away could be yours

if we dont do it now

noroi

i am right i did it

punch one

college kids right

we went at her amish filmed her

she was nice to kids

saw her with two midgets she is mating with

it was hot and waitress homeley

here

i say it

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SGMMYugHK3I him and her just kill her

The Worst Roommate Undertaker Ever Had!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qj2rmsvyygs that is him

leprechaun 1993

amish paradise midgets and dad watches

switch them together from the noroi pile and they keep doing it

stand there. hand them to me.

its all she says

walrus dad is it jessica?

brandon couldent say no. gay.

Women had one, here take him

Men had one, hey stay here

These are the boat guys, they put all of their sons on a boat

Read 4 posts

Slept around throw them all in a pile

Guys come over for them make them the biggest today

Huge, they come back and thank you

Lived only on boats, others came to kill them the whole time couldn’t make it to one generation started to die and did it then one night saw three at once, saw anything fucked it

Vinnie saves them, lived on a boat

And attacks anyone till they are worn  out and alone

Who hoes the home when everyone leaves

Block party

inside kids party

and abandon the kids talk about it

[the-offside-rule]

Trent Alexander Arnold (Liverpool) - Not So Expected

Requested: yes, by anon

Prompts: 6) "You never cease to amaze me."

7) "You have such a beautiful soul."

35) "Just hold still."

Warnings: none, just fluff😊

Anniversaries. Oh how stressful they were. In this case, their anniversary wasn't for another week but Trent had planned a getaway trip for them so Y/n needed to get the anniversary gifts before they left. She walked around aimlessly in the shopping centre, not exactly sure of where to start her quest. She had been walking around for a good half hour and her hands were still empty. She was beyond frustrated at this point. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Y/n Alexander Arnold." She grinned as she heard the Scottish voice from behind her. "I'm not Alexander Arnold just yet Robbo. He hasn't put a ring on it yet." She said turning and giving him a hug. "Only a matter of time. He'd be stupid not to."

"What you doing out?" Y/n asked. "The missus sent me out to get stuff. Ended up here. How about you?" She shrugged. "I was meant to try find stuff for Trent because our anniversary is coming up but I haven't a clue where to start."

"I could give you a hand if you need?" Andy offered. It was a good idea to be fair. Andy knew Trent too, so chances are he could give a bit more input or a second opinion. "Yeah, if it isn't a problem." Andy scoffed. "Course it's not a problem. Come on." Andy and Y/n walked into every shop and took at least one thing with them, with the aim to make a hamper styled gift. Just after they left JD sports, she decided to text Trent just so she knew when to leave in order to hide the gifts from him.

Hey babe, when are u home?

Will be a bit

Just hanging out w Robbo

Won't be back till 6ish

Luv ya x

Robbo? As in Andy Robertson? He couldn't have been. She was with him for a good hour now. "Robbo?" Andy turned around, still holding onto his kids. "What's happenin?" He asked. "Trent. He's just gone and said this." She showed Andy her phone. He read through it and pulled a face too. "Well he's clearly not with me. Haven't seen him all day." That didn't help Y/n at all. Where was he and what was he doing? "Maybe he's out with Chambo. He's planning a surprise for Perrie or something. He might not want you to know in case you go blabbering to her about it." Andy said in an attempt to help ease Y/n's mind. "No, no definitely not. He's already told me about the surprise, and I know he isn't with Alex because Perrie told me she was going to the park with Alex and Axel." Y/n said. Andy was just as confused as Y/n was. "Surely there's a reasonable explanation there. He isn't that stupid."

That whole evening, Y/n felt awkward with Trent. When he got home, he was smiling but this time, she was worried about his smile. Was he smiling because of another girl? This continued until they decided to go to sleep. Trent sat reading his book like he normally did before bed, but Y/n sat staring at the wall. She looked away when Trent had closed his book and put it on his bedside table.

"Goodnight Babe." Trent muttered, turning to his bedside table and shutting his light off before tucking himself in. When Y/n didn't do the same, it sparked confusion in the defender, making him turn back to his worried looking girlfriend. "Babe, you alright?" He asked. "Where were you today?" Trent blinked a few times. "I was out. I told you on the phone." Y/n scoffed and folded her arms. "I know you weren't with Robbo, I met him at the shopping centre. He was just as confused when he saw your message." Trent was stuck in the mud, up to his knees at this point. He couldn't dig himself out of this one and make his plans go ahead. "So, do tell, where you were and don't, please don't lie." Trent looked into both of her eyes, both looking oh so broken and he had no choice. He let out a defeated sigh. He reached into his bedside drawer and ruffled about a bit, confusing Y/n even more than she already was. "I was gonna wait to do this until our trip next week but since you caught me out, I have to come clean-" Trent leaned over his pillow and looked up into Y/n's eyes to reveal a small velvet box. Her mouth dropped open.

"Y/n, I've been with you for ages now and if you had given me another few days I would've been able to put this whole speech together but since I'm just here now, I suppose this'll have to do." He opened it, revealing a delicate diamond ring. "I love you, I've known that since the day I met you. You've just got such a beautiful soul, you never, ever cease to amaze me and I was wondering if you would want to spend the rest of your life with me and become my wife?" Y/n felt a few tears trickling down her cheeks and shaping around her smile. "You gonna say yes or do I have to do it again." Y/n began laughing as she shook her head. "No, no you don't have to. You wouldn't have even had to ask!" She jumped into his arms, kissing him over and over again. "Of course I will!" Trent laughed, trying to get her off so he could put the ring on her finger. "Alright, alright, just hold still so I can put this on!" She got off him and left her shakey hand out for him to take. It fit perfectly.

"I can't believe this." She whispered. "I couldn't find the right ring at all today. I'm blessed Hendo was there buying a necklace for his missus." Y/n chuckled. "I was looking for an anniversary present for you. Thank god I found Andy." They laughed. "Looks like we were both stuck for ideas." Trent said, putting his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his chest. Her hand rested on his chest as the diamond twinkled on her finger, a smile now unable to leave her face. "Are you happy?" She looked up to Trent with a face of confusion. "Well of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"No reason, just asking. I just can't wait to get married."

[mayraki]

✧ let me make your night better - bucky barnes

-> asterie’s gif

summary: it all starts as a fun girls night out with your friends but when you get the unwanted attention from a man, your mood completely changes so you decide to call your boyfriend bucky to take you home. which leads to him wanting to make your night better.

masterlist

check out my bucky barnes x oc series let’s play fire with fire

a/n: there’s something about bucky riding that motorcycle........

warnings: creepy guy at the bar. oral (female receiving) +18!!

“Do you actually have to go?” Bucky asked as his eyes were glued to your body while you were checking the outfit you picked for the night. You turned around to see the poor man giving you puppy eyes as he was sitting on the bed behind you. “I mean, you can stay with me and we can watch a movie or something-”

“Bucky, I haven’t seen my friends in person in a long time. And I see you everyday... c’mon, it’s just for tonight.” You left the mirror to get closer to him and stand in front of him to grab his cheeks with your hands and make him lock eyes with you, as his eyes didn’t seem to want to leave your body. “My eyes are up here, baby.” You bit your lower lip as he let out a little laugh and grabbed the back of your thighs to pull your body even closer to him.

“I’m sorry, doll, but the way you look on that dress... what I would give for you to stay tonight here with me.” He said softly while gently caressing your skin. You let out a little smile getting closer to his face to feel his breathing against your skin.

“Maybe when I get back.... someone has to take this dress off..” you said with the intention to tease Bucky and leave him with wild thoughts on his mind, but as soon as you tried to take a step back he quickly grabbed your waist and pulled you up to sit you down on his lap with your legs between his body.

“So you’re teasing me and now you want to leave? That’s kinda rude, doll.” Bucky said softly against your lips before pulling in closer to touch yours with his. You immediately felt the hotness of his skin against yours, feeling your body with that desire you would love to feel so much. But you needed to keep your head up and not give him what he wanted, after all, that was your favorite game.

You pulled away and bit your lower lip seeing how his eyes were filled with lust. “Save it for later, Bucky. We don’t want you to get tired now, do we?”

Before he could make any other movement you left his lap and gave yourself a last look in the mirror. That tight red dress fitted your body like a glove. Ending right in the middle of your thighs and those tall black shoes making your legs more longer. You felt hot... and for the way Bucky was checking you, made you feel even more sexy.

You turned around to face Bucky once again and noticed how his eyes were slowly going down on your body, making the butterflies on your stomach go wild. But no wanting to show any weakness under his eyes, you walked closer to him and grabbed his chin to make his eyes look at yours, once again. “Time for me to leave, baby. See you later?” You asked softly before leaving a simple yet hot kiss on his lips.

“You count on that, doll.” He said when you pulled away. You smiled at him and then turned around ready to leave Bucky and your apartment behind. But not before feeling those blue eyes on your body just one more time.

>>>

“Cheers, cheers, cheers girls!” Your friend Kelly said as the sound of the glasses clinching together hit your ears. “For a wonderful night, for a wonderful life filled with love, money and success!” Those words were followed with yours and your friends happy laughs before taking your shot to your mouth, feeling the burning sensation on your throat as soon as the liquid was going down your body.

“Another round, please!” Your other friend, Jessica said loudly to the bartender which nodded quickly.

“I’m not going to black out tonight, girls.” You said as a little laugh escaped your lips. Immediately, you had your two friends looking at you disappointed.

“What?! Why not baby?” Kelley asked while shaking your arm playfully.

“C’mon! We haven’t party like this for a while! Let’s bring back those nights Y/n!”

You let out another laugh as you were shaking your head the moment the bartender pulled another round of shots for you and your friends. “I’m not ready to wake up with a horrible headache and throw up everything I ate today. Not happening. I need more night outs to finally get to that point.”

“Alright, seems fair! But we’re dancing until your feet can’t no more.” You and Jessica quickly nodded as Kelly let out those words. You all grabbed your shots and lifted them up ready to toast again. “For a hot and sexy guy to take me home because I haven’t got any action for months!” Jessica said and you let out a loud laugh before taking your glass towards your mouth, feeling once again, the horrible sensation against your throat making you close your eyes and shake your head waiting for it to end.

“I feel you on that one, Jess.” Kelly said after leaving the shot glass on the table. “I haven’t had a guy on my bed for ages, I’m starting to wonder if sex changed or if I have my virginity back.”

“Definitely.” Jess agreed. “We need to look for potential guys to take home, please. Someone rich, if it’s possible.”

They both turned around to wonder around the club as you let out a smile looking at your friends being their goofy selves. But soon after, they all turned around to face you with grins all over their faces. “What?” You asked confused at their facial expressions.

“Since we don’t have any sexual encounters in our lives, we need to live through yours.” Kelly said making you let out a laugh feeling the hotness going towards your cheeks. “C’mon, tell us what that hot boyfriend of yours do.”

“Girls! I don’t kiss and tell!”

“Don’t be like that, Y/n! Help your friends out.” Jess complained shaking your arm. “I’m pretty sure that man leaves nothing to the imagination.” She lifted her eyebrows repeatedly making you shake your head while biting your lower lip as the memory of the other night came back to your head.

“Oh, am I seeing that correctly? Am I seeing Y/n remembering something? Oh, girl, c’mon tell us!”

“She’s probably thinking about her boyfriend’s huge-”

“Girls!”

“What? C’mon, Y/n, I’m such touched starved!”

You looked at your friends but your mind was somewhere else, his hands touching you, his lips against your skin, your bodies dripping with water, your back against the wall... “The other night,” you started before your brain gave you a chance to decide about telling your friends “he decided to surprise me with something that he knows I like. He prepared a bath with roses in it and chocolate sented candles. We got in and well... one thing lead to another and we ended up-” you let out a tiny laugh seeing your friends carefully listening to your words “we ended up turning on the shower and doing it against the wall.”

Your friends pulled their bodies backwards to let their backs rest on the chair as they were covering their faces with their hands. “Steamy and wet, that’s the one right there!” Kelly said as you were letting out little laughs seeing how funny their reactions were.

“Please tell me he likes to go down on you.” Jess said and then carefully waited for your reaction, and then again, once you slowly nodded they both let their bodies hit the chair as Jess was waving air with her hand towards her face and Kelly ordered another shot. “Jesus, that man keeps getting hotter and hotter the more I found out about him.”

You gently punched Jess on the arm as she shrugged her shoulders. “Hey! That’s my man you’re talking about!” You said with a smile seeing how Jess took another shot like it was the easiest thing in the world.

“Yes! I know you lucky bitch!”

“I need to dance and shake my ass.” Kelly said with her eyes closed, feeling the burning from her shot. “Twerking is the only thing that’s gonna make me feel better.”

After Kelly grabbed you and Jess to take you two to the dance floor, you danced and danced until you started to feel your throat getting dry as you started to move along with the music. Your feet inside those heels were making your toes hurt so realising your defeat, you pointed at the bar to your friends and they quickly nodded, letting you know they got it.

Making your way to the chair you were sat down a half an hour ago, you let your body as well as your feet relax once your weight was on that tall chair. You let out a relaxing breath as you felt your toes getting comfortable and the cold wind that was entering the club hit your skin, making your sweat slowly fade away.

“Can I have a glass of water, please?” You asked the bartender and as soon as they nodded, you let out a tiny smile thanking them. While waiting for your drink, you pulled out your phone to check out the hour and as soon as the time ‘01:35’ appeared on your screen, you blocked it to leave it again inside your tiny black purse. “Thank you!” You said as the bartender left with a smile a glass of water in front of you.

With a quick move, you grabbed your drink and headed it towards your mouth to let it fresh your mouth and throat. Seconds later, the water was long gone and you were feeling better. So, with the intention to see your friends and check if they were still on the same spot, you turned your head around but when a strange guy walked in front of you making it impossible for you to see your friends, you slowly followed him with your eyes as he quickly made his way towards the chair by your side.

“Waiting for someone?” He asked letting his elbows rest on the counter as his face was facing you.

You let out a tiny smile after checking your friends. “No, I’m with my friends. They’re dancing right now, so-”

“Oh, don’t tell me they left you alone! They’re bad friends.”

You slowly shook your head while you locked eyes with him. “No they’re not. We were dancing together but I got thirsty so I decided to come here.”

The guy nodded as his eyes looked down to your lips. You moved in your seat uncomfortably as you felt his eyes under you. Trying to make it obvious that you didn’t want to talk you turned to the bartender and kept your focus on what they were doing. But when you still felt the guy by your side, you turned around to them once again to give them an awkward little smile.

“I’m Peter.”

“Y/n.”

“Do you want a drink?”

If guys ever approached you on the street you would usually tell them politely that you had a boyfriend of that you weren’t interested, making them to leave you alone or sometimes leaving the typical comment ‘you’re not that hot anyway’ in the processes. But for some reason, there was a feeling in your gut that this guy wasn’t good news. The way he was staring at you and after every word getting his body closer and closer to you, made you even more uncomfortable and wanting to go out of that situation as fast as possible.

“Not really. I already had a lot.” You said dryly and wanting the guy to leave you alone you faced the bartender once again, but instead, Peter touched your elbow with strength the moment he moved his body closer to yours.

“C’mon, what’s one more? Please, hey, you!” He snapped his fingers to call the bartender. “Two shots!”

“Hey, I said no.” You said shaking your head. “I’m sorry but I have a boyfriend.”

“And what about it?” Peter let out a loud as soon as the two shots were in front of you. “Can’t your boyfriend share?”

You stared at his eyes and soon felt how your heart dropped to your stomach. You looked at his hand handing you the shot but then quickly shook your head, grabbing your purse with the intention to go back with Jess and Kelly. “I better go find my friends, they must be looking for me.”

“You told me they were dancing so they’re probably having fun, Y/n! C’mon, take the shot with me.” Peter got closer the shot to your face which made you turn your head backwards. “Don’t be a party boomer!”

“I don’t want to.” You said firmly trying to take his hand out of your face’s way, but him taking it even more closer to your face made you unintentionally push his hand away, making the shot fall on his shirt.

“You little bitch! This shirt is new!” With the intention to grab your arm he lifted his now wet hand towards you but soon was stopped by the bartender grabbing his shirt and pulling him away. You quickly got up from your chair and looked how the bartender looked at you and once they noticed you were fine, they turned back to Peter.

“You better leave her alone, asshole.” They said and soon called the security guard, who grabbed Peter to take him out of the club after the bartender told him some words quickly. “Are you alright?” They asked and you quickly nodded. As they were about to say something else, you felt someone grabbing your shoulders and soon noticing your two friends standing by your sides looking at you worringly.

“Y/n! What happened?! Are you alright?” Jess asked as Kelly was looking around for Peter with anger on her eyes.

“I’m fine.” You said after gaining the control of your tongue. The realisation of what just happened hit your head so feeling annoyed at the music around you, you turned around to walk out the front door and leave the club behind, soon followed by your two friends.

“I’m gonna kill that guy!” Kelly said with anger while Jess was gently caressing your shoulder.

“Are sure you’re alright?” Jess asked softly and you slowly nodded pulling out your phone from your purse.

“I’m gonna call Bucky so he can take me home.” You said and your friends quickly nodded.

“We better go too.” Jess said turning to an angry Kelly, who was still looking around for Peter. “Kelly?”

“Yes, you call Bucky and tell him what happened because I’m sure he’s going to be down with me to kill that guy.” Kelly said but you quickly shook your head.

“No, I’m not telling him what happened.”

“What?!” Kelly turned to you confused. “Y/n you need to tell him.”

“No, that’s going to lead the whole situation into more chaos and I just want to go home.”

Kelly was about to say something else but Jess cut her off. “Kelly, is Y/n’s decision.”

Knowing that Jess was right, Kelly let out a sigh and walked closer to you to gently caress your arm. “Alright.”

You looked at your phone and once you saw the name “Bucky” on your screen, you let out a little sigh before looking at your friends. “Not a word, ok?” They both nodded and then you clicked on his name taking your phone towards your ear, already ringing.

“Hello? Y/n? Are you alright?” Bucky asked with worry in his voice the second the call was answered.

“Bucky. Yeah, I’m fire. I just- can you pick me up?”

“Why? What happened?”

“Nothing. I just want to go home. Jess and Kelly want to stay and I don’t want them to end the night earlier because of me. That’s all.” You looked at your friends and noticed the anger still coming out Kelly’s eyes, but her mouth stayed shut.

“Doll, you don’t sound alright what happ-?”

“Can you come Bucky?” You cut him off with your voice cracked. Something about him sounding so worry about you made your throat to close up and to feel some tears wanting to come out.

“Stay there. I’m on my way.” He quickly said before ending the call. Leaving your phone back in your purse you locked eyes with your friends and tried your hardest to keep your tears inside your body.

“Are we taking an Uber?” Jess asked to Kelly but before Kelly could answer, you shook your head.

“No, you guys stay. C’mon, it’s early. I’ll be fine with Bucky. Besides, you two still need to find someone rich so they can take us on their fancy boat.”

Jess and Kelly let out a tiny laughs while you felt your throat going back to normal. “I can’t promise you the boat, but a house on a lake is enough?” Kelly asked jokingly and you quickly nodded while a little smile escaped your lips.

Soon after, the sound of a motorcycle hit your ears making your head to turn towards the noise. You got up noticing the entire attention of the people outside the club was now on your boyfriend arriving while riding his motorcycle. Seconds after pulling over, he took off his big and black helmet off and left the motorcycle to make his way towards you.

“What happened, Y/n?” He asked with anger on his voice. “Did someone touch you? Who? Y/n, please tell me.” Not getting an answer from you, Bucky immediately understood and looked around with anger. “I’m gonna kill whoever touched you.”

“That’s the fucking spirit!” You heard Kelly say behind you.

“Bucky-”

“Where is he? Is he still here? C’mon, Y/n, tell me so I can show that guy that nobody touches my girl.”

“Bucky!” You yelled loudly enough to gain Bucky’s attention. He turned to you and once seeing the tiredness on your eyes, he quickly grabbed your cheeks and left a simple kiss on your lips. “Just take me home.” You said softly once he pulled away.

You moved back ready to walk towards his motorcycle and put the extra helmet on, soon followed by Bucky. Once you were on his bike sitting behind him and wrapping your hands around his waist, you turned to your friends and let out a tiny smile.

“With a lake house?” Kelly asked with a little smile and you nodded.

“Nothing less.” You said before Bucky turned the motorcycle on and started the way towards your apartment.

As the wind was hitting your skin you started to feel cold and your body to shiver, so trying to look for warmth you touched your forehead with Bucky’s back as you tried to get your body closer to his as possible. Moving your hips to his, you noticed how Bucky did a quick look to you on the back and understood what you were doing. Being able to manage his motorcycle with just his metal arm, he let go and with his warm hand touched your naked thigh with strength, giving it a little squeeze before gently caressing your skin with his thumb.

The amount of safety he made you feel by just touching you it was unbelievable. Everything that you felt moments ago was slowly fading away, making you feel butterflies in your stomach and filling your chest with warmth. You unconsciously let out a tiny smile as the feeling of freedom hit your body, you let your chin rest on his back as his hand was still on your thigh. The way he made you feel on that situation, him riding his bike with you on the back, it couldn’t be described. You felt in movie, those things you were used to seeing in old movies where the guy is something so far off by reality that would always made you feel sad because you thought you were never going to find something like that. But there you were, with the man of your dreams driving his motorcycle while his hand was resting on your thigh, ready to protect you and make you the happiest girl in the world.

“Want something to drink?” Bucky asked softly as the door of your apartment was being closed by him and you were on the couch, taking your shoes off.

“Not really. Just want to take this dress off and go to bed.” You tossed your shoes aside and made your hair into a bun ready to head into your bathroom and take off your makeup.

As you feet touched the coldness of the floor in the bathroom, you shiver but quickly turned on the hot water to wash your hands and start with your routine. As soon as you grabbed the makeup remover, you sigh regretting going out with your friends. It made you feel so disgusting on the inside as the memory of Peter was slowly going back to your head. It was more anger right on that moment than sadness and shook, the way that some guys felt you were obligated to say yes to them just because they wanted to buy you a drink. No matter if you said no multiple times. It was sickening.

Your muscle memory made you remember his hands touching your elbow making you stop throwing with anger the makeup remover towards the counter and close your eyes to try and forget it.

“Doll?” A hand touching your elbow made you jump and quickly open your eyes. But as soon as your eyes locked up with his, your heart went down to its normal speed. “You ok?”

“Yeah.” You nodded before opening the cold water to wash your face. You opened your eyes to see the water dripping down on your skin but then your eyes went directly to the man behind you. Once you did, you slowly followed him and his lips as they were ready to kiss your bare shoulders. Feeling their warmth, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling.

His free hand slowly traced your body until it arrived in your stomach to gently push you against him, to warm your bodies against the other. Slowly living kisses on your shoulder, he then moved his lips towards your neck. Wanting to leave him more space, you tilted your head sideways as little breaths were coming out of your mouth.

“Open your eyes, doll.” He said against your skin making you shiver the second your skin felt the air hitting you.

As he said, you slowly opened your eyes to meet his as his lips were leaving gentle kisses on your skin. Your left hand touched his, the one that was carefully resting against your stomach to gently caress it with your thumb. Without giving you the chance to do something else, Bucky turned your body to face him and quickly grabbed your cheeks to leave a simple yet full of passion kiss on your lips.

“Let me make your night better, doll.” He said softly right in front of your face making you feel the hot air leaving his mouth in your skin. His eyes were glued to your lips and his thumb was caressing your cheek. With his metal arm, moved a piece of hair that was covering your face and carefully tugged it behind your ear.

“What do you have in mind?” You asked when a grin escaped your lips. Suddenly, like Bucky was waiting for that exact answer, with his metal arm grabbed your waist and pulled you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist while he was making his way towards your bedroom.

Once inside, as he was getting closer to the bed he pulled up your dress and left it right on your stomach. He carefully dropped you and quickly positioned himself on top of you. Feeling the coldness of his metal arm it made you shiver once again, but soon it was covered by the hot kiss he left on your lips.

Leaving your lips, he started to move on your neck and then your chest while his other cold hand was slowly pulling your dress up. Soon after, you were wearing nothing but your underwear. Tossing your dress to the side, Bucky held his body up by his knees and stared at your body like he was staring at a piece of art freshly made.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, doll. You know that?” He said with a little smile and that made your stomach turn as you felt the heat going towards your cheeks. Even if he had been your boyfriend for over a year now, no matter how many times he had seen you naked or called you beautiful, it still made you feel like it was the first time.

Getting closer to your face once again, he united his lips with yours but this time he managed to make the speed faster than the ones before. His tongue touched your mouth so you opened it wider to let it play with yours. As slowly as they were moving, you could feel the heat growing in your body. He had his metal arm by the side of your head holding his body on top of yours while his other hand was slowly massaging the side of your thigh.

His fingers found themselves playing with your underwear, pulling it and twisting it while his mouth was still focused on yours. But soon leaving your lips desiring for more, he ended the kiss and looked down ready to pull your underwear down. Like he was a pro at it, with quick moved he sat down on the bed and with his metal arm lifted your waist so the thin underwear you were wearing would come off easily. Letting out a grin Bucky toss it aside and used his hand to touch your stomach and slowly move it up towards your chest.

You could feel your insides asking for more. Wanting to feel Bucky against your legs even more as his hands were tracing your body. Joining them soon his lips were now against your skin. Taking his tongue out he gently licked your bare chest around your bra. Needing to take it off, you arched your back to let his hand go under and with a quick move making it undone to take it off your body and again, toss it on the floor.

“I’m never going to get tired of watching your naked body under me, doll.” Bucky said softly making you let out a smile as his lips were already flying towards your mouth.

“Bucky-” you said against his lips.

“What, doll?” He asked leaving your mouth to slowly caress your cheek with his thumb as his eyes were staring you and your eyes full of lust. “What do you want me to do to you?” He asked with a smile and you bit your lower lips while million of ideas were flying around your mind. “What is it, doll?” He asked more with a joking tone than before. The grin on his face became even bigger as a smile appeared on your face. “Oh, you want me do the thing- I’ll do the thing, alright.”

A little laugh escaped your lips as Bucky moved his mouth towards your chest and left little kisses on it, but soon placed his body lower so his face could be closer between your legs. Ready to feel that sensation your body was desiring so much, you closed your eyes and soon felt his lips against your inner thigh. Wanting to make more space for his head Bucky grabbed your thighs and slowly separated them without taking his lips away from your skin.

He was taking his sweet time around your folds leaving little kisses making you feel the hotness and the wetness of it become even more stronger and noticeable. You moved your hips to feel his lips more strongly against your skin, noticing this Bucky let out a tiny smile and looked at the desire in your face. “Want me to move quicker, don’t we?”

“Fuck, Bucky.” You let out softly gaining a little smile from Bucky’s mouth.

Just like you wanted, soon after you felt Bucky’s lips against your inner lips making you slightly shake under his touch. He started to leave gentle kisses before taking his tongue out and slowly tracing every single angle.

You could feel the sweat starting to leave your body as Bucky was carefully moving between your legs. That burning sensation he would always make you feel it was starting to appear when he moved to the top of your inner lips, towards your clit. With the tip of his tongue he started to make circles around it making you embrace every feeling that was happening inside of you. The butterflies in your stomach seemed to have gone into riot mode as your heart was going full speed under his warm touch. It was like he was putting you under a spell, making your entire body to fall for him no matter what he did.

“Fuck, fuck.” You spitted out almost in a whisper as Bucky’s tongue started to move faster against your clit. The faster he was getting you could felt your legs starting to shake around his head. The tightness of your inner lips and lower stomach was starting to make their way into your body as his tongue was professionally moving against you. But once you felt like you were coming undone, Bucky stopped leaving you wanting for more. “Oh, fuck you.” You said softly while Bucky just grinned before going back to your clit and leaving gently kisses on it.

Taking his fingers closer to you, with his index finger started to caress your folds up and down, making you, once again, fall under his touch. You could feel the wetness of your sex becoming stronger and stronger the more he spent between your legs. Moving his index finger away and taking his thumb against your clit, he started to caress it to place his middle finger right outside your orifice.

Feeling how slowly his fingers was entering your body you slightly arched your back and let out a long breath. The combination of his thumb moving against your clit and his fingers inside of you was making you fall into such a big relaxation and lust that whatever your body did or came out of your mouth was no longer under your brain commands.

Your hand flew towards Bucky’s hair to gently caress as he moved his tongue towards your folds to trace them up and down. Now, you had him touching your folds, his thumb tracing your clit and his middle finger slowly moving inside of you. He was a damn good multitasker.

The sound of your wet vagina was now louder as Bucky entered his ring finger inside of you to accompany his middle finger and make your legs shake around his head even faster. He replaced his thumb with his mouth and started sucking on your clit with strength to help you reach that wanted orgasm.

With the tip of his tongue and with speed, he started play with your clit and moved it around making your feel everything around it turn tighter and your folds to burn.

“Fuck, Bucky, I’m close- don’t stop.” You said with your voice cracked as he was gaining speed and moving his fingers with more decision between your walls. As they started pounding he slowed down and took his fingers out to enter them once again, making you let out a loud moan in the process. “Shit.” You said as your legs were shaking and his tongue wasn’t stopping against your clit.

Seeing how close your were, Bucky removed his fingers from inside of you and took his two hands towards your thighs to spread them wider and make more space for his head once again and for you to feel his tongue even more deeper against your clit.

Faster than you could let out another moan, you felt your inner lips fill with lust and your clit to burn with passion as his tongue was slowly taking its speed down. “Fuck..” you said in a whisper and you felt the orgasm slowly fading away as Bucky was leaving gently kisses on your folds and caressing your thighs with his thumbs.

He slowly went back to your face as he was leaving multiple kisses on your skin. Once he arrived at your lips he left a simple kiss in them as you tasted yourself. As soon as he ended the kiss your heavy breathing started to mix with his, feeling how his chest was touching yours and his free hand tracing your legs up and down.

The amount of lust he made you feel under those minutes it was more than you ever felt with any other men in your entire life. The way he made you feel under his touch, under his eyes, under his presence... it was like no other. He was yours and you were his. You were his girl and he made sure you knew that, nobody was ever going to hurt you ever again.

“Feeling better?” He asked with a smile the moment you opened your eyes to meet his.

“Better than ever, Bucky.” You said softly before uniting his lips with yours one last time. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad night after all.

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