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[navybrat817]

Where Worlds Collide - Intro

Pairing: Silver Fox!Sugar Daddy!Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Female Reader

Summary: Your boss forces you to be eye candy for an alpha at a gala, but things take a turn for the better when you meet another alpha. Does it matter that you don't belong in his world?

Word Count: Over 9.2k

Warnings: Smut, v. fingering, possessive behavior, dirty talk, instant connection, A/B/O dynamics, talk of bonding, misogyny, unspecified age gap, insecurities, world building, choking (not our reader… yet), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: I'm pretty proud of the intro to this world, lovelies! @whisperlullaby, @targaryenvampireslayer, @tavners, here it is! Ant thanks to @queenoftheworldisdead as well. ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411, but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Soft music drifted from the ballroom as you stepped into the lavish venue. You’d never been to a gala before. Your family wasn’t wealthy enough to receive an invitation, nor did your last name carry any influence. The only reason you were there tonight was because of the alpha on your arm, all thanks to your boss’s insistence that you accompany him.

It was an evening of style, grace, and luxury, and you didn’t belong.

You held your breath as you walked deeper into the ballroom, the glittering chandeliers casting a refined glow over everything. A mix of alphas, betas, and omegas socialized and gossiped, their glamorous evening wear glittering under the lights. You had designed a few of the dresses and suits, but none of the people wearing them would recognize you. The alpha you worked for always took the credit. Complaining about it wouldn’t help. After all, you’d only sound like an ungrateful omega and hundreds of other omegas would beg to take your place.

You couldn’t wait for the day you quit.

Chet’s grip on your arm brought you back to the present. “Keep quiet and smile,” he ordered, a haughty expression on his face as he led you through the place. You didn't want to judge all men named Chet, but you had pegged him as a douchebag the second he went in for his fitting and he was proving you right. You couldn't even enjoy that he was objectively handsome since his personality made him less attractive.

“I am smiling,” you said. Wrinkling your nose at the overwhelming mix of scents and expensive colognes and perfumes, you did your best to make your smile look natural. The servers looked like they were doing the same as they served everyone. It was strange how a room so enormous could make someone feel so small.

“Then keep smiling,” Chet ordered through his grin. “What you do or don’t do is a reflection of me.”

“I know,” you muttered. Because it was all about him and you were just his omega arm candy. You really should’ve demanded overtime pay from your boss, but that conversation wouldn’t have ended well.

“As it stands, perhaps I made the right choice by bringing you,” he said, nodding to a few older gentlemen. “I can smell their envy.”

You did notice a few more men looking your way. A few women as well, not hiding that they were whispering about you. Trying to hide your vulnerability, you held yourself the way you thought a goddess would. You also held yourself with pride since the dress you wore was your own design. A sleeveless black dress with a middle slit, it was bold and alluring. The glitter throughout the fabric made you shine like stars in the night sky. The finishing touch was the matching collar, a tasteful way to protect you from any alpha who even thought about marking you.

Reaching up instinctively to run a hand over your collar, you felt your heart ache. Your inner omega wanted a mark, but the thought of being tied to someone was somewhat terrifying. You respected omegas who wanted to go the traditional route by staying home and being submissive, but you didn’t want to be submissive outside of the bedroom. You wanted a partner who would view you as an equal.

Your false confidence didn’t last long when Chet’s grip on you tightened, your body immediately going stiff. You’d have to take a long shower and dry clean your dress just to get rid of his scent. “Loosen up,” he ordered.

“Maybe I’d loosen up if you weren’t digging your fingers in,” you whispered.

“You’re my date. It’s my right to touch you,” he sneered. He had no right. It didn't matter if he was an alpha and he was rich. The urge to slap him across his face was so strong your palm itched. “So, get the stick out of your ass.”

A shiver rolled down your spine when you heard a low growl come from another alpha. Glancing around, you didn’t see anyone looking directly at you. It probably had nothing to do with you because why would anyone care if an alpha was bossing you around?

Chet’s hold on you loosened nonetheless. “And just so we’re clear, you have no intention of sleeping with me?” he asked as an omega in a revealing dress sauntered by. Your date didn’t bother to hide how he was undressing her with his eyes.

“That’s right,” you said. You made it clear to your boss that sex wasn’t an option, and he was oddly on your side. Maybe he thought Chet could sway you if he tried hard enough. If he even thought of using some sort of alpha command on you, nothing would stop you from lashing out and making him sorry.

“Then you’ll have no problem finding your own ride home should I choose to leave with someone else,” he said.

“So, I can’t make you look bad, but you can leave with another omega?” you asked.

“You got it. You’re smarter than you look.” He tapped your nose with a condescending grin. “And here I thought you were just a pretty face.”

The prick was pushing his luck. “Listen you-”

“Chet, my boy! Good to see you!” A man interrupted, uncaring that you were speaking.

“Shane,” Chet smiled. “Always a pleasure.”

The bulky alpha shamelessly looked you over, his scent almost making you choke on your next breath. “And who might this be?”

“Pretty, isn't she?” Chet cut in before you could answer, puffing his chest out. “Doesn't say much, but I’m not exactly interested in her conversational skills, am I?”

You bit your tongue when they chuckled. Be seen and not heard. It was insulting.

“Come join me, but leave the omega,” Shane said unapologetically, taking another look at your chest. What would happen if you threw a drink in his face? “As entertaining as she would be, we have business to discuss, and we don’t need the distraction.”

“Of course,” Chet smiled, turning you toward the bar as Shane walked away. “Since he doesn't want you around, why don't you take advantage of the free drinks until I get back?”

“I’m not-”

“And not that you’d have any extra cash to tip, but it’s taken care of,” he continues, your face hot at the assumption that you couldn't afford to tip the staff. “Just behave and try not to make a fool out of either of us, you got it? Wouldn’t want your boss to hear about it if you do.”

Biting back a retort, you freed yourself from his grip. There wasn’t enough liquor at this party to get you through the rest of this evening. “Don’t worry about me, alpha. Go have fun,” you said, your eyes burning as he walked away. A few heads turned your way when your scent soured. It wasn’t enough that you had to attend an event where you didn’t belong, but your date just had to rub salt in the open wound by reminding you of such. “Fucking asshole,” you muttered, making your way over to the bar to order a drink.

Plastering a smile back on your face when you got the bartender’s attention, you ordered a whiskey on the rocks. You wanted something that would go down smooth but leave a little burn. You also preferred opting to watch the bartender make a drink in front of you instead of grabbing a glass of already poured champagne. The drinks were likely fine, but better safe than sorry. And like hell would you accept a drink from your sorry excuse for a “date” if he offered you one. He was lucky you-

An intoxicating scent hit you out of nowhere, making you grip the bar as you inhaled. Plums, whiskey, sandalwood. The blended aromas had your mouth watering, and a whimper threatened to slip out. Your heart pounded against your ribs. Desire burned in your stomach. As quickly as the scent excited you, it seemed to wrap itself around you in a soothing embrace. How could a smell leave you hot and bothered and also feel like a hug?

No… It couldn’t be your mate.

You caught a small movement out of the corner of your eye, and you stopped breathing when you found a pair of blue eyes fixed on you that belonged to a devilishly handsome man. He leaned against the wall, his wool-blend black suit fitting his thick body like second skin. Streaks of gray lined his luscious brown hair and peppered his beard, too. He looked like the kind of alpha who would have omegas kneeling at his feet, and it frightened you how badly you wanted to get on your hands and knees and crawl toward him.

His. Mine.

Lifting his tumbler to his lips, he kept his eyes on you as he sipped the expensive liquor. You wanted to look away but couldn't as the air crackled between you. He had you under some sort of trance you couldn't snap yourself out of. As frightening as it was to have a scent hit you so strongly, a feeling like this hit you square in the chest, the thought of him staring at another omega that way nearly made you hiss because you didn't want anyone else on the receiving end of those blue eyes.

He smirked like he read your mind and pushed himself off the wall. You did whimper out loud when you realized just how large he was. Dominant, assertive, yet there was something almost playful in his smirk when he finally broke his gaze. You greedily inhaled with the hope of catching more of his scent when he strode toward the nearby balcony, smooth and fluid as a server quickly took the empty tumbler from his hand. The men at the gala were all posturing, but no one could match the confidence of that alpha.

So how were people not surrounding him, begging for a scrap of attention? Was he untouchable among those who deemed themselves untouchable? He certainly didn’t look like the kind of man who chased after anyone. No, people went to him.

He wanted you to follow him, right?

Downing your drink in one gulp, your feet moved before you could stop yourself. “I don’t need this alpha,” you whispered, the words bitter in your mouth as you followed his path. If you were smart, you’d walk the other way and not look back. Yet the thought of never seeing him again made your heart ache in a way you didn’t want to examine.

Does he know?

Studies over the years showed that not every bound pair was the same. Some couples felt the bond instantaneously like a firework exploding. Others felt it like a small burn that slowly consumed them over time. For a few, the spark took a long time to ignite. You couldn't ignore this burn if you tried.

You welcomed the slight chill in the air as you stepped onto the large balcony. It was lit up with sparkling lights, yet it didn’t take away from the stars that shone in the sky above. The alpha who caught your eye stood by the railing, alone, like he was looking over a kingdom. You felt foolish for going out there to bother him.

Steeling yourself with false confidence again, you walked over to stand beside him. You weren’t close enough to touch him, wanting to leave him a respectable amount of space. You could always use the excuse that you just needed some fresh air if he asked what you were doing.

Stealing a glance at him, you didn’t want to believe that you had a true connection with this man, that he could be your mate. No way would an omega like you be his match. Would he even want an omega like you? One with dreams to do more, be more?

“Beautiful,” he said, his voice thick like honey and the whiskey you drank. Of course, his voice would be a powerful weapon. But he wasn’t scenting you, or trying to tear your collar off, or doing anything to indicate that he felt the sort of spark you had. Maybe that was for the best.

“It is,” you sighed, looking out at the view. You couldn’t deny the beauty and how much easier it was to breathe since you weren’t surrounded by the suffocating bodies and scents. “It really is something.”

“I was talking about you.”

You whipped your head toward him so quickly you nearly hurt your neck. The flare of heat in his eyes hypnotized you again, but this time you didn’t want him to draw you in. A man of his stature, his power, he could chew you up, spit you out, and leave you a shell of yourself. But seeing him up close, his laugh lines, and the touch of softness in his gaze, you wanted to know all about him and the life he lived.

You were in so much trouble.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

“I don't think I’ve seen you at a gala before. I would've remembered you,” he stated. You weren't sure what to say to that. “I’m James, but you can call me Bucky if you’d like.”

You blinked a few times. “You’re James Barnes,” you whispered, not having to belong in the inner circle to know who he was.

James Buchanan Barnes. One of the wealthiest alphas in the city, his family came from money and it was no secret that Bucky, as he liked to go by, wasn’t bound to anyone. People assumed that he didn't want to share his wealth with anyone beyond his charitable donations, or that he was either extremely picky in choosing a mate. And here he was talking to you. This was the man you thought could be your mate.

You were in way over your head.

“I am,” he said, looking at you expectantly.

It took a moment, but your name tumbled from your lips as you shifted toward him. He inhaled when a breeze rolled in and you hoped your scent got to him the way his scent got to you. The way his eyes darkened, it had. Your inner omega wanted to purr with delight.

Time stood still when he took your hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s a pleasure,” he whispered, his lips brushing your knuckles. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward, but…”

“But what?”

You held your breath when he turned your hand and ran his nose along your wrist with a small growl. It was bold, intimate, possessive, and you got impossibly wet from the action. Had Chet or another alpha done that, it would've been a different story. “You smell divine,” he whispered against your skin.

You whined before your inner hackles went up, making him pull his mouth away immediately. He at least had some level of respect and sensed the shift in your stance. “How many omegas have you said that and done that to?” you asked when you had no right to feel jealous.

He didn’t look put off by your question, and he didn’t let go of your hand either. “I’ve come across a few delectable scents before, but I don’t think I’ve ever described anyone as divine,” he answered, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. An intense longing behind his eyes had your knees weak. “I haven’t smelled anyone like you.”

This alpha was telling the truth, but he wasn't a boy scout either. He knew how to fuck, you could tell, and he likely broke hearts without intending to. You didn’t want to be the next victim if a quick fuck was all he was looking for.

“I haven’t smelled anyone like you either,” you admitted, grudgingly pulling away. His heady scent made it hard to concentrate. And standing close to a man who wore a suit that cost more than half a year’s rent was another reminder that you were a girl playing dress up, nothing more. “I should go. I shouldn’t be here.”

Bucky stopped you from turning away, his grip on your arms tender so you wouldn’t feel threatened. “And why is that?”

“Because I don’t belong here, and I don’t expect you to understand that,” you replied.

It was bad enough to let your guard down by following him out there, and you couldn’t let him seduce you more than he already had. You were lucky the very presence of him didn't trigger your heat. And how would your story end? He was a rich alpha, and you were a struggling omega. Was happiness really in the cards?

Your eyes widened when you heard the rumble in his chest, his scent producing a soothing aura that wrapped around you. Your lip trembled slightly as the rumble faded. Bucky could’ve let you walk away, yet he was comforting you. It made you want to cry.

“I may understand better than you think,” he whispered. Did he? Did he feel alone in that crowd of people there? “But help me understand why you feel that way.”

You rapidly blinked to keep the tears at bay. What was there for him to understand? “Okay,” you whispered back. The fact that he wanted you to talk to him meant something. “For starters, that crowd is kind of… well, awful from the short time I observed and interacted with them. They think they’re better than everyone else because they have so much, but they have no right to look down on others.”

The people in the gala simply flaunted what they had without a second thought. Being there made you appreciate your friends and their genuine interactions more. They worked hard for everything they had. They wouldn’t have anything against people born with a silver spoon in their mouths if they showed a little humility.

Bucky's chuckle surprised you. “Money doesn’t equal class, and believe me when I say they aren’t worth taking up any space in your beautiful mind,” he said, giving you a small smile. “To be honest, I came out here to get away from them because, save a select few, they're fucking assholes.”

You found yourself smiling, too. No wonder he has been standing by himself. “Is that the only reason?” you asked curiously, reaching up to touch his perfect hair simply because you could.

He looked at you, a mixture of lust and something soft. Standing like this you felt like a couple. “I may have wanted you to follow me, and I’m glad you did,” he said, his tone calm and casual as butterflies filled your stomach. “You’re the first person I’ve considered approaching in a long time, but you looked a bit upset when you went to the bar. I didn’t think bothering you would win me any favors.”

You exhaled. Was he the alpha who growled when Chet gripped you too tightly? “I…” you shivered when another breeze rolled in.

He shrugged his jacket the moment he spotted you shivered. “May I?” he offered.

You hesitated. Bucky had a powerful scent, and how would it look to Chet if you wore another alpha’s jacket? Chet wasn’t your alpha, but he could run his mouth and get you in trouble with your boss. It didn’t matter that you wanted to quit one day. Today wasn’t that day because you financially weren’t ready. That was the excuse you made up in your head.

But your inner omega wanted Bucky’s scent to surround you and you replied in a small voice, “Yes, please.”

Bucky carefully placed the warm jacket around your shoulders. “I know the crowd bothered you for good reason, but who specifically upset you and how can I fix it?”

“My date,” you answered. You didn't have it in you to lie to him. It also wasn't up to him to fix it.

Bucky hummed, running his hands up and down your arms. It helped warm and relax you. “What’s his name?” he asked, his eyes landing on the collar around your neck. You wondered what he would do if your mating gland was exposed, and you had to push that thought away.

“His name is Chet and he’s discussing business with some alpha.” The change in his scent was subtle. He seemed too confident to be jealous, but he didn’t seem pleased either at the thought of you being with someone else. “They were extremely condescending, and I couldn’t exactly throw a drink in their faces or put them in their place since I’m just an omega.”

Bucky snarled quietly, his eyes blazing. “You’re not just an omega,” he said. He was upset on your behalf. Was he not like other older alphas who wanted omegas to be subservient? “Maybe I should have a chat with them.”

You purred before you could stop yourself. Bucky offering to stand up for you felt better than you wanted to admit. “You don't have to do that,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. You wanted to soothe him the way he soothed you. “Besides, I’m not really on a date with Chet. He just wanted me to be eye candy for the night.”

Bucky almost snarled again, but raised an eyebrow instead. “And you agreed to that? I have the feeling you aren’t the arm candy type.”

You giggled. He was right about that. “Didn’t really have a choice thanks to my boss,” you told him.

“Your boss? What exactly do you do for work?” he asked carefully.

He asked a lot of questions, but you didn't mind since he seemed genuinely interested. Maybe he assumed you were an escort. “I'm a designer,” you answered, smiling to yourself. “At least, I want to be. I’m just an assistant at the moment.”

“Let me guess. Your boss is an alpha, makes you do the grunt work, and takes the credit?” he mused, humming when you solemnly nodded. “And he convinced you to come here tonight because Chet is a client?”

“Something like that. It was either that or I get fired,” you laughed bitterly. “And if he fired me I’d get blacklisted, then I’d have no job, no money at all, and I’d lose my tiny apartment and…”

His nose wrinkled when you trailed off. You were so embarrassed, and you couldn’t stop your scent from souring. Talking to one of the richest alphas ever about your problems wasn’t something you thought you’d experience tonight, but that soothing rumble and smell came out again to help you breathe easier.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with that,” he said with a touch of firmness so you knew he didn’t pity you. You could take a lot of things, but not pity.

“You have nothing to be sorry for,” you said, smoothing out some of the fabric on your dress and not wanting to dwell on the topic. “I actually made this,” you told him. It was silly, but you specifically wanted to hear something nice from Bucky to make you feel better, which was bad. You shouldn’t want compliments from him or want him period.

He parted his jacket so he could look you over. Unlike Shane leering at you earlier, Bucky seemed to take in the details of your design with a careful eye. “You made this? It’s stunning,” he said with pride that rivaled yours. You lost your breath when he ran the back of his finger along your torso, heat spreading through your body like a wildfire. “Like you.”

Your mind raced, the heavy weight of his gaze pinning you in place. The longer you stood there, the more you wanted him. You had to snap out of it. “You’re dangerous,” you whispered, shaking your head as his hand fell away. “I should go inside.”

He stepped back, his eyes searching yours. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”

“No,” you replied honestly. Some of his actions were forward, but he wasn’t pushy. He was the sort of predator who probably gently played with his food before he sank his teeth in, yet you weren’t completely afraid of the bite. “Though I’m wondering why you don’t have a date tonight. Keeping your options open?”

Maybe he really did want to live the bachelor life.

The corner of his lip tugged when you narrowed your eyes. “I come to these things to make a short appearance. That’s all,” he explained. Even the wealthy had obligations. “Unlike some alphas my age, I’m not interested in having a date for the sole purpose of eye candy. And because most of the people here are fucking assholes, I don’t usually find anyone to take home.”

“So, you aren’t interested in taking me home?” you tried to tease. If he said no, you could lick your wounds later since you’d likely never see him again. If he said yes, you… Well, you didn’t know what you’d do.

He reached out and placed his hands on your hips, pulling you close enough that you felt just how big he was. A shudder wracked your body, wanting nothing more than to have him inside you. “I’m very interested in taking you home,” he breathed.

You lifted your eyes to him, his desire matching yours. “I-”

A young giggling couple stumbled out to the balcony reeking of booze. They took a few steps forward and Bucky moved you out of the way before they could crash into you. The ferocious growl he let out made the laughter cease, but it had you purring like a bitch in heat. “Leave,” he ordered, keeping his arms tight around you. The underlying threat in that single word had the couple rushing back inside, but they had effectively ruined the moment.

“I think that alpha almost pissed his pants,” you teased to cut through the tension.

“He’s lucky he didn’t tumble over the railing,” he said, loosening his hold on you and taking in your expression. You felt naked under his stare. “You aren’t ready to leave with me just yet.”

“I’m still here with a ‘date’,” you reminded him to cover up any feelings or doubts in your mind.

Other than Bucky being wealthy, powerful, and smelling like a sinful kind of heaven, you didn’t fully know him. Something within you felt like you did, but going home with him for the night… What if you disappointed him? What if he decided he didn't want you?

He gave nothing away as he stared at you while you felt like your eyes told him everything. It wasn’t fair how in control he looked when you were close to spiraling. “Let’s go sit inside,” he suggested, finally cracking a smile when your face scrunched up. “No one will bother us, and I’d like to keep talking to you even if you don’t decide to leave with me.”

“I guess it wouldn't hurt to sit with you for a few minutes,” you said, especially if he would keep others away from you.

His hand on your hip felt like it belonged there as he guided you back inside. The scents and mindless chatter didn’t bother you as much now, likely because all you could really smell and concentrate on was Bucky. Did his kisses taste like plums or whiskey? Both?

He brought to a corner near the bar, far enough away from the mingling crowd that you still felt a bit of privacy. You kept his jacket around you though the room was considerably warmer than it was outside, not quite ready to give it back to him. “Drink?” he asked, angling his chair so that his knees were touching yours. There was no table in front of you. Anyone looking would see how close you were.

“No, thanks,” you said. You already downed a glass of whiskey and your head was spinning thanks to him.

You felt his gaze on you for a full minute before he spoke again. “Your ‘date’ isn’t the reason you’re hesitating to leave,” he said, scratching along his beard. You bet it would feel wonderful between your thighs. “Is it me? Am I too old for you?”

You had to laugh. “You’re a gorgeous silver fox, so that isn’t the problem,” you said. Beneath the suit you knew he was in great shape, too.

He smiled a gorgeous smile, appreciating the compliment. “So it isn't my age. Do you think I won’t treat you well?”

“I know you’ll treat me well,” you answered, avoiding his gaze. You knew that in your core. “But I’m afraid of what happens in the morning.”

He forced your gaze back to him with a large hand. “What are you afraid of?” he asked, his thumb brushing your cheek.

Everything.

“I’m afraid if I get a taste of you it won’t be enough for one night,” you said, your heart pounding as he stared into your eyes. Like he was staring deep into your soul. “And it isn’t fair that you have that kind of power over me.”

He looked almost impressed with your answer. “I appreciate your honesty,” he praised, his thumb sweeping over your lips this time. “And it won't be enough. Once I get a taste of you, I won’t let you go.”

It wasn’t a matter of if with him, but when. “You couldn't possibly want me for more than one night,” you said. He knew you were just a struggling designer’s assistant and didn’t run with this crowd. You lived in different worlds.

“I’m going to want you every night.” He tilted his head when you shifted in your seat. “You feel it, don't you?”

You feigned innocence when he held your gaze, your heart racing. God, he had felt it. Was it an explosion, a slow burn, or something else? “Feel what?”

Bucky smirked, not at all fooled. “That you’re my-”

“Don’t say it,” you begged. Speaking the word would make it real and it wasn't something he could take back. “Because if you don’t want that or me, we can just go our separate ways and ignore it.”

He hadn’t marked you, and you hadn’t claimed him either. You didn’t know what it would feel like to have his knot, so you couldn’t possibly miss it. And neither of you would have to depend on the other. You could walk away with as minimal damage as possible, and you’d find a way to remain whole. So would he.

The low growl Bucky emitted made the nearby guests move away, but you weren’t afraid. “Ignore it? I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone else. I would've fucked you right out there on the balcony if that couple hadn't interrupted us,” he said, your body hot and needy at the thought of him fucking you while you looked out at the view. “I’m lucky finally finding you didn’t send me into a rut.”

You thought the same about your heat. “Bucky-”

“Our scents call to each other. We call to each other,” he said, placing his hand on your chest. How did your heart feel fuller from his touch? “Tell me you didn't feel a connection when you caught my scent and looked at me.”

“I felt something,” you admitted.

“And it compelled you enough to follow me outside, to open up to me,” he said. You couldn't deny that. “You may say you don’t belong here, but something inside you says you belong with me.”

“And that doesn’t bother you? Scare you?” you asked. Having mates could be wonderful, but what if he wanted that pull with someone who wasn’t you?

“No, it doesn’t,” he said. There wasn't even a whiff of fear, likely because he had nothing to lose. “In fact, I think you should quit your job and move in with me.

You looked at him like he suddenly grew another head. “Quit my job and move in with you?”

“Yes. Your boss doesn't deserve to have you as an assistant, and you wouldn't have to pay rent if you stayed at my place.”

You didn’t attempt to laugh off his request since he was completely serious. “You realize that sounds insane, right?” you added. It wasn’t completely out of the ordinary though. Some couples who took their time building their bond still moved in right away.

“Insane would’ve been marking you the moment I saw you and dragging you home the way some alphas do,” he said.

You bristled. “It’s too soon for you to mark me,” you said, even as your mating bond throbbed.

“Don’t worry. I won't mark you tonight,” he assured you. Hurt crept up for a split second before he ran a finger along your collar. You visibly trembled and realized that he did want to mark you. He just wasn’t doing so tonight out of respect for you. “But you can still be mine in every other way until that day comes.”

You opened your mouth to argue. He hadn’t marked you, but you still felt owned. “You really think people want you with an omega outside of your tax bracket?”

“You think I give a fuck what they think?” His handsome face twisted in a scowl as he looked around. “And if they even think about insulting you, I’ll ruin them. It’s that simple.”

“It isn’t that simple,” you said.

“Why not? I know you're meant to be mine and you know it, too.” He touched your collar again, your mating bond throbbing almost to the point of pain. “You won’t need to worry about money or a roof over your head because I’ll give it to you. And a space to design your own clothes and make your dream come true.”

It sounded too good to be true, and nothing in this world was free. “I have my rent. If I break my lease-”

“I’ll pay what you owe.”

Your rent was probably pocket change to him. At least you didn’t have a roommate you’d have to worry about. It was always too risky to rely on someone else to help with bills and utilities. “And all that in exchange for what? Being your whore?”

He snarled, and you were delighted to hear that sound. “Trust me, doll, you may want me to fuck you like a whore, but I’ll treat you like a goddess. Like my equal,” he replied, his promise touching something deep inside you and drowning out most of your fear.

You just wished the remaining would fade away.

“I want us to be equals, but do you realize that you’d have all the power until I get my designs off the ground, right? I’d have to rely on your money, your roof over my head,” you said, swallowing the small lump in your throat. Did he realize what he was asking of you? To push aside the small amount of pride and independence you had? “I’ve done fine on my own and to have to depend on you is something else altogether.”

You hoped he at the very least realized how vulnerable you were right now by opening up more.

He looked vulnerable, too, as he moved closer. “I know it’s a lot to have to depend on me, but with me you wouldn't have to do this on your own. My finances don’t mean I have power. You’d have power, too,” he said. You wanted to believe you would. “In fact, I think you’re the only person in this entire city who could bring me to my knees. That’s power.”

You smiled a little. Could you really bring him to his knees? “As flattered as I am that you want to take care of me, do I have to decide tonight?” you asked. He was saying all the right things, and it was tempting, but there was so much to figure out beyond the living arrangements.

“We can discuss it more tomorrow if you’d like,” he said, looking around as you let out a breath. He had no doubt in his mind that you would spend the night. “Have you seen your date?”

You looked around, too, not at all worried when you spotted him. A complete contrast to how you felt at the beginning of the evening. “He’s…” You gestured to the bar where Chet was flirting with the loosely dressed omega from earlier and staring right down the front of her dress.

Bucky growled and swept his eyes over you, no doubt catching how you pressed your thighs together from the sound. A growl really shouldn't be that sexy. “Not a very faithful alpha, is he?”

“Well, he isn't my alpha, remember?” you pointed out. Someone like Chet would never be. “My boss only ‘suggested’ that I go with him tonight, and I made it clear I wasn't going to sleep with him.”

There was another hint of a growl before he smiled. “Wait right here. I’m just going to tell the young pup that you’re going home with me.”

You gripped his arm as he tried to stand. “Easy, old man. I didn't say I was going home with you,” you teased, knowing full well you were in fact leaving with him.

“Old man?” he smiled.

You shrugged. “You called me ‘doll’, which sounds like something an old man would say.”

“I think an old man is exactly what you need.” His eyes flashed with a deliciously dark promise that he was right and you’d enjoy every single inch of what he’d give you. “And you didn’t explicitly say you'd go with me, but we both know I’ve swayed you to go to my place.”

“You alphas are so cocky.” You refrained from rolling your eyes since he was right in this instance. “But maybe I should just stay here a bit longer and make you work for it since you want me so badly.”

He chuckled. “You’d rather stay here? Fine by me,” he said, leaning in close. “I’ll just slide my hand up your dress here and now and feel just how wet you are for me. I doubt anyone would notice if I made you come on my fingers. They’re too caught up in themselves.”

Your eyes closed when he touched your thigh. “You think I'm wet for you?”

“I know you are. I can smell it. Can practically taste it. You’ll let me taste you, won't you?” he purred, and you could only tremble as his hand moved higher, your legs parting to give him more access. “In fact, why don't I drag your ‘date’ over and let him watch while I lay you out and feast on your cunt? Show him what you'll never give him a taste of?”

You weren't sure if the pool of arousal was from the thought of Bucky eating you like a starved man, making that sad excuse for an alpha watch while he got you off, or both. You wondered what it would be like to taste yourself on his lips. “And why would you let him see what I look like when I come?”

He seemed to consider your question. “That’s a good point. He shouldn't see how you look when you come.” Bringing his hand to your face, your breath hitched when he caressed your cheek with such care. “But you’ll never have to hide that beautiful expression from me.”

“Hey!”

You pulled away from Bucky in time to see Chet storm over. “Shit,” you whispered when he furiously looked between you and Bucky. You were shocked smoke didn't come out of his ears.

“What the hell are you doing? I said enjoy the free booze, and do not embarrass me. You can't even follow a simple instruction,” he snapped. You refused to bare your neck when he showed his teeth. He wasn’t going to embarrass you either. “The only reason you can even step foot in this place is because of me. You fucking sl-”

Bucky was out of his seat before you could blink, his hand wrapped tight around Chet’s throat and cutting off the remainder of his insult. A few patrons gasped and stopped to watch as Chet clawed at Bucky's hand, but no one stepped in to help. The anger that poured off your alpha was enough to deter anyone from getting involved. And you were loving every second of it.

“She’s my mate,” Bucky said through his teeth, making Chet’s eyes bulge out of his head. “Biology may say you’re an alpha, but you’re nothing. And I’m tempted to crush your windpipe for insulting her.” He squeezed harder and smirked when Chet wheezed. “When her boss asks how the gala went, you’re going to sing her praises. If you don't, I’ll hunt you down and make sure you can never knot anyone ever again. And that’s just the start of what I'll do to you.”

It was almost humiliating how turned on you were by Bucky's dominant display. You thought you’d be an omega who wouldn’t want an alpha acting like, well, an alpha, yet his defense of you meant a lot. “Bucky.” You stood up and smiled when he looked at you, his anger shifting to something softer. “You can let him go.”

Chet fell to the ground and coughed once Bucky released him. Your alpha bared his teeth with a snarl and Chet showed his throat like an obedient dog. It was clear who the top alpha was.

“Apologize,” Bucky commanded. Not only did Chet cough out an apology while avoiding your gaze, a few others said “sorry” as well. That was how powerful this man was. And you wanted him more than anything.

“Thanks for the free booze, Chet. And don't worry about me getting a ride home. I think you should worry if that omega still wants you after your… performance,” you smiled, linking your arm with Bucky’s. “Have a great night.”

There was no need to fake your confidence as you and Bucky walked out together. It didn't matter at the moment what they thought of you. All you could think about was how Bucky defended you, and how he called you his mate. It was out in the open. He…

Oh, God.

“Thank you for defending me, but you do realize you just told everyone that I’m your mate, right?” you whispered. That gossip would spread before the night was over.

“Is that what I did?” he asked, smirking when you hissed and glared. “And you don’t need to thank me. He had it coming.”

The smirk was still on his handsome face as the valet brought his car around. What the hell were people going to say? He didn’t care what they thought and neither should you.

“Listen, Bucky, just because you…”

Bucky held your face in his hands, leaning in so close you felt his breath against your lips. His mouth barely grazed yours, carefully teasing you with the promise of what was to come. “Just because I what?” he rasped, and you swear you felt more slick stain your already ruined panties.

“You better get me off before we get to your place,” you said instead of finishing your original statement because you truthfully forgot all about it when his lips touched yours.

Your insides tinged with more heat and desire when he nipped your bottom lip. “You better say my name when I get you off.”

“Should I say Bucky or James?” you smirked.

“Bucky. Reserve the name James for when you’re upset or extremely serious,” he winked, thanking the valet before helping you into his vehicle. You had never been in a car this nice.

“And you won’t mark me tonight?” you asked once he got up, touching the back of your collar to make sure it was still secure.

“We still have a lot to figure out before I mark you,” he said, leaning over as you sighed in relief. “But before we go…”

His mouth landed on yours, both strong and soft as he took possession of yours. The entire gala could've gone up in flames and you wouldn't have noticed since all you felt was him. You tasted his hunger when his tongue plunged inside, and there was a hint of desperation, too. He was starving for you and you moaned, deepening the kiss to show that you were just as eager.

You panted when he broke the kiss. “Don’t make me regret trusting you,” you breathed, your eyes once again giving everything away.

His nose bumped yours affectionately as he dragged his lips to your forehead. You didn't expect such a fond gesture from him, and you had to bite your tongue so you wouldn't blurt out how nice a kiss to the forehead felt. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, sealing the promise with a kiss against your skin.

Your heart felt full, and your inner omega wanted to shout with joy. “Take me home then.”

Bucky sped off a moment later, keeping his eyes on the road in front of him. Your core ached as you looked at him, giving you a chance to once again take in his profile. The saying of aging like fine wine probably rang true for him. You imagined he was always good looking, but he was both rough and refined thanks to his age. People who said perfection didn’t exist clearly never saw him before.

“You like what you see?” he asked.

“I do, but you know that,” you answered, his jaw clenching when you pulled your dress up to reveal your legs. “And didn’t you promise to get me off before we got to your place?”

The sexual tension that had been building up spiked, and you sensed his need to claim you in some capacity was rising to the surface. “Give me your panties,” he ordered, giving you a sharp look. “Now.”

“You’re bossy,” you smiled, pushing your dress higher. He swore under his breath when you gripped your underwear and slid it off, your slick practically dripping from the flimsy fabric. No one ever got you that wet before. “But I kind of like it.”

He chuckled, licking his lips. “You like it because it’s me,” he pointed out, snatching the underwear out of your hand once it was within reach. You watched with a whine as he brought it to his nose and deeply inhaled. “Fuck…” he growled, bringing the fabric to the tent growing in his pants next and rubbing all over it in a filthy display. Watching him ruin his pants with the scent and slick of your pussy had you soaking the seat beneath you. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty cunt.”

You trembled when he took his eyes off the road. Pulling your dress over your hips, you obediently spread your legs and let him get a good look at what would soon belong to him. “You like what you see?”

“Just wait until I tie you to my bed and get a real look before I fuck you. It’ll be a shame to wreck something so pretty, but you’ll thank me for it,” he replied, looking back at the road as he sped up. Oh, you’d thank him over and over. “Touch yourself, but don’t put your fingers inside.”

Bringing your hand between your legs, you gasped at how sensitive you were. It was like you were in heat, but fully aware of your surroundings. “Like this?” you asked, moving your fingers along your folds.

“Just like that,” he whispered, his gaze darting between you and the road. You hoped one day he’d fuck your throat while he drove. “Now give me your hand.”

You presented your glistening fingers to him, giving him the opportunity to grip your wrist and suck the wet digits into his mouth. You felt his mouth water from your taste, the groan of arousal in his throat making you shake. He didn’t stop until he licked your fingers clean. “You taste just as divine as you smell,” he said, releasing your hand and reaching over to cup your mound. “And I need more.”

“I need more, too,” you moaned, his palm rubbing your clit and building that ecstasy within you. He teased your dripping hole with another finger, but didn’t push inside yet. You arched your hips, trying to get him to breach you. “Please.”

“That’s a good girl saying please,” he praised, finally pushing a thick finger inside. You clenched around him so tight, your body wanting more. “Fuck, you’re tight. And wet. Made just for me. Imagine how good you’ll feel once you’re stretched around my cock.”

“Want your cock,” you moaned, opening your legs wider. “Want your big cock inside me.”

“Yeah, you do. You want my big, bare cock in your soaked cunt,” he said, pushing another finger in, your slick coating them. You didn’t let anyone fuck you bare before, but you’d let him. “You want my knot, too.”

You moaned, an image of you on your hands and knees flashing in your mind, Bucky’s strong hands pulling you back to meet every thrust until he locked your bodies in place. You could practically feel his teeth sinking into your neck to fully seal your fate. Or would he make love to you, linking your fingers together and kissing you with care as he tenderly pushed his knot in? It didn’t matter. He’d give you everything, and you wanted it all.

“Are you hard just thinking of fucking of me raw?” you moaned, the need to rip the top of your dress open to reveal your breasts strong. No… If your dress was going to get torn to shreds, he could do that himself. “Coming so deep inside me you’ll drip out of me days later?”

The next growl he let out was inhuman, his fingers curling until you cried out. “My good little omega has a dirty mouth on her,” he smirked.

“I do have a dirty mouth. You should fuck it sometime,” you smiled sweetly before your mouth fell open, his expert fingers fucking you deep. Talking dirty to him helped stamp down your emotions a bit, but they were threatening to surface the more he touched you. “Bucky.”

“That’s it. Say my name. Tell me who you belong to,” he demanded. Your back arched, gripping the leather seat until your hand ached. Your body certainly knew who owned you. “Tell me who’s going to take care of you.”

You bit your lip to hold back your whimper, your heart pounding out of control. No one took care of you. No one wanted to until tonight, and you hadn’t wanted that either.

He stopped moving his fingers, keeping perfectly still as you hissed in frustration. Was he really going to build you up and not let you finish? “Tell me,” he demanded again, gentler this time.

Your eyes burned, but you swallowed your pride. Again. “You, Bucky,” you whispered, trusting that he’d be an alpha of his word. “You'll take care of me.”

He cooed when you whimpered, slipping a third finger in and moving them again. “That’s my girl. My good omega. I know that wasn’t easy for you to say,” he praised, so proud of you. Part of you was proud of yourself, too. “Do you need to come?”

“Yes!” you cried out, desperately trying to ride his fingers as the pressure grew. You were so close. Just a little more…

“Then do it. Get that slick all over my hand and seat,” he said, pushing against your bundle of nerves once more as your body locked up. “And say. My. Name.”

Waves of pleasure rolled through you, colors blurring your vision as you cried his name. Your eyes rolled back as the squelching sound of your cunt filled the car, his fingers helping you ride it out. You were drowning, unable to breathe until you broke through the haze. You felt ruined already by his fingers. Oh, his cock was going to destroy you.

“Fuck, that’s it. Give it to me. That’s my good girl. Can’t wait to feel that all over my cock.”

He only removed his fingers when you whined and licked your essence away with a low moan. The beautiful bastard still looked so put together, and hadn’t swerved once while he drove. “Holy shit,” you exhaled, your walls still fluttering. The orgasm took the edge off while leaving you wanting more. “Did I… soak your hand?”

“You did,” he confirmed, your face hot. “Fuck, I’m going to need an entire weekend to eat your sweet cunt just to start,” he said, flashing you a smile. “And you make very pretty sounds when you come.”

You managed a smile as you slumped in the seat, your dress still bunched around your waist. “What do you sound like when you come?” you asked breathlessly.

“You’ll find out,” he promised.

You trembled again when he put his hand back on your thigh, your hand immediately covering his. You needed his touch to ground you, but didn’t want to say so. “I just realized something,” you said once you fully caught your breath.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“If you’re my mate but you haven’t marked me yet, and you plan to pay for… well, everything for me for the time being,” you said, a laugh bubbling up when you saw that your window was fogged up. You drew a little smiley face, making you laugh more before you glanced at him. “You’re kind of like my sugar daddy.”

The look on his face before he laughed made him look younger, the sound affectionate and happy. How many managed to make him laugh like that? “Does that mean you’re going to call me ‘Daddy’?”

“Don’t push it, old man,” you giggled. Though if anyone could sway you, it would be him. “Why don’t we just stick with ‘alpha’ for now?”

“That and Bucky,” he suggested, turning his hand so your palm rested against his. “I like hearing you say my name, doll,” he added in a whisper.

“I like saying your name, Bucky,” you said, your brows furrowing. “But who came up with that nickname?”

He chuckled again, your skin tingling when he lifted your hand to kiss it. “You don’t want to hear about that.”

“Yes, I do,” you said.

He stole a glance at you. Through the heavy scent of your orgasm, you detected joy seeping from him. It made you feel happy, too. “Okay,” he smiled, running his thumb along your hand. “I got the nickname a long time ago…”

You twisted more in your seat to face him as you listened, lost in his voice and smile. There was so much you had to learn about your alpha. His likes and dislikes. What he would be like before, during, and after his ruts. He had a lot to learn about you, too. You wouldn’t give up on your dream of becoming a designer, and accepting his help may not be such a bad thing.

And maybe accepting the fact that you had a mate to depend on wouldn’t be such a bad thing either.

So, what do we think so far? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[buckyalpine]

I LOVE what you wrote for the other ideas!!

This is kind of a dialogue prompt

Reader says something like, "do you know how many times I've imagined you fucking me on this desk?"

Maybe she's sitting on Bucky's lap while she works on a mission report or something for the team. Since Bucky hasn't seen reader in a bit, he is being needy and handsy trying to distract her. (Cue cockwarming?)

Eventually, reader slams the laptop shut and puts it away before she says that line. Bucky just like

Sweeps EVERYTHING off desk

(I'm so sorry for the long ask) much love❤️❤️

Not me answering this 2 years later but I'm weaaaak for the lip bite and this idea, immediate yes (and by immediate I mean I know I took forever, I'm so sorry, also I love you)

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"I missed you so much baby" Bucky purred in your ear, hoisting you up by your hips to wrap your legs around his waist as soon as you stepped off the jet. You'd been gone for over a month in those 4 weeks, Bucky had been nothing but a pouty puppy, waiting for you to come back. None of the missions he went on were enough of a distraction, all he wanted was his perfect angel back in his arms and he finally had you.

"Missed you too, bub" You giggled at his scruffy beard tickling your neck as he nuzzled into your skin, carrying you off for some much needed cuddles. "I already showered and changed but I just have to finish my mission report and then I'm all yours"

You pecked the frown that made its way to his face, your thumb brushing over the crease between his brows.

"But I haven't seen you in so long" Bucky mumbled, reluctantly detouring away from your shared bedroom, taking you to the conference room instead.

"I promise I'll be quick-Bucky what are you-" You squeaked as you felt his cool arm effortlessly wrap around your waist, lifting you up so he could sit in the chair instead, plopping you onto his lap.

"I'll be patient" Bucky gave you an innocent shrug, not willing to wait for you to finish so he could spend time with you. You giggled at his clinginess, opening your laptop and pulling up the file you had to fill out; of course his patience lasts all of 10 seconds before his hands slowly slip under your shirt.

"Bucky, what are you doing"

"Nooothin'" he ignored the pointed look you gave him over your shoulder while he started to needily paw at your hips, slowly making his way up to your waist, caressing your skin. "Just feelin' you"

"I can see that" you shook your head, returning to your report, trying desperately to recall various details while your boyfriends hands continued to wander around. You could barely type out a sentence, squeaking when his cool metal fingers brushed near the top of your breast, tracing along the outline of your bra.

"Bucky"

"Y/n"

"You're distracting me"

"No, You're distracting me" He countered with another shrug, adjusting his hips, the movement causing you to shift right onto his-

"Bucky!"

"What" He gave you an innocent pout as if his thick erection wasn't about to pop out of his jeans.

"Your not so little friend there is about to stab my ass" You snoted, ignoring the way his hard length pressed against you made your stomach flip.

"Help him out then" Bucky smirked with a raise of his brow, "C'mon, it'll help me keep my hands to myself if he gets some attention"

"Bucky-

"Please baby, I promise I'll behave, just let me put it in you, I won't move, no more distractions, scouts honor"

"You're a little shit" You rolled your eyes, biting back a smirk as you got up to pull down your sweats while Bucky unbuttoned his jeans, pulling his cock out. He groaned as he swiped his thick cockhead through your folds, your slick already making a mess between your thighs.

"Looks like I wasn't the only distracted on, huh" He whispered against the shell of your head as he pressed inside, the both of you gasping at the feeling of him stretching you. He was careful to lower you slowly, inching his way until you were perfectly seated on his lap and entirely full of him. "Mpph, fuck you feel good baby, keep me nice and warm, that's it" He nipped on your earlobe while you took a moment to recompose, your tight walls fluttering against his shaft.

"I-have to finish this-" Your voice melted off into a moan, how were you going to get anything done, it had been so long since you'd felt your boyfriends fat cock absolutely rail you, making you cum and squirt till you nearly passed out, his length fucking your brains out until he was ready to fill you, his moans and grunts all just for you while his cock exploded with thick streams of cum that would drip out-

"You won't get anything done if you keep grinding on me princess" Bucky's strained, teasing voice broke you from your train of thought, not even realizing you'd been pushing your hips further back on him, trying to feel more. "You sure you gotta finish this right now?"

"Y-yes" You tried to fill out the next section, your eyes rolling back instead when Bucky adjusted himself, pushing himself till his tip kissed your cervix.

"You sure baby, I can make you feel really good"

"I-

"It's been so long angel, I need you, fuck, need you so bad" The neediness of his voice only set you off further, a gush of your arousal pooling out of you, getting the patch of curls at the base of his cock messy. It certainly wasn't missed by Bucky, his hands holding onto your hips so he could gently thrust his hips up just enough for you to feel the slightest movement. "Please baby, m'so hard, balls are fuckin' full, swear my cock's ready to burst there's so much cum for you-

All it took was you shutting your laptop for Bucky to swipe his arm and clear the table of its contents, bending you over the table while he was still deep inside you.

"Fuck, I needed this!" He growled, grabbing you hips and setting a brutal pace without warning, his head thrown back, the sounds of skin slapping on skin mixing with your moans.

"OH-FUCK-J-AMIE" You squealed feeling Bucky angle his hips to hit a spot that made a mess everywhere, your juices dripping onto his jeans, the material turning darker making him fuck you harder.

"That's it baby, make a mess on me, make a mess on my cock, give me what I've been missing so fuckin' bad"

You were nothing more than a babbling mess letting Bucky take what he needed, your legs nearly buckling from pleasure.

"Wanna see you" He pulled out and handled you with ease as he picked you up and placed you onto the table, throwing your pants off and tossing your legs over his shoulders. He didn't waste any time as he slipped in again, the both of you moaning and he started to move again, your tummy bulging each time he fucked into you. "Missed you so much angel, fuck you have no idea"

"Missed you-t-too" You hiccuped from a mixture of emotion and your building orgasm, a mix of everything making your vision blur with white spots and tears. "Missed you so much, Bucky"

"Cum for me angel, I want it, wanna feel my angel cum on my cock, please-" Bucky's pace stuttered as his cock squirted precum, his balls growing heavy, struggling to hold on, "m'gonna cum, can't hold it baby, give it to me"

"I-I-OH FUCK" You let out a silent scream as Bucky slipped his hand between your bodies, his thumb pressed onto your clit rubbing gentle circles. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, his own ready to shoot from the base of his cock, the tip already dribbling-

"Good girl, good fuckin' girl, so pretty when you cum for me baby, fuck me I won't last, shit-I-FUCKK" The first burst of cum flooded and painted your walls, his cock throbbing so hard it nearly sent you into a second climax, "Hng, it's so much, mmph"

Bucky clung onto you with his face buried into your neck, shuddering as his body shook from the waves of his orgasm. He held onto you, keeping you wrapped up as he sat back on the chair, his lips pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you"

"I love you too but I need to finish" You sleepily mumbled while Bucky shook his head, carrying you off for some much needed proper cuddles.

"You can finish later after we get some dinner in you and two more orgasms and a nice long shower, maybe a massage and THEN you can-"

"You filthy animals" Tony's voice cut through Bucky's list as he stood at the conference door with an amused smirk on his face.

"Oh my god" You kept your face buried in Bucky's neck, the oversized shirt you were wearing covering up what was going on but there was no mistaking what happened with Bucky's jeans around his ankles.

"Couldn't wait 10 minutes, huh"

"Would you?" Bucky didn't even bother arguing back, raising his brow with a smug smile.

"Can't argue with that" Tony nodded with approval, walking off while Bucky cackled without an ounce of shame.

"You little shit" You stayed pressed against his neck, while Bucky carried you off to your shared bedroom, plopping you onto the bed.

"Now about those two orgasms-"

[astars-things]

hiiiii, could you please write anything fluffy with Hughes!brothers pls when you have time 💕. Hope ur doing well xx ❤️❤️

I'm doing okay thank you for asking x

word count- 1003

Being the eldest of four siblings meant you had always been the one looking out for Quinn, Jack, and Luke. You were a year older than Quinn, three years older than Jack, and five years older than Luke. But for the past year, you had been traveling the world, chasing adventure and discovering new places. 

As incredible as it had been, nothing compared to home, and you missed your family more than words could express. Jack and Luke had made it painfully obvious how much they missed you, constantly sending you messages and complaining about how quiet things were without you. Quinn, being Quinn, wasn’t as vocal, but you knew he felt the same. And your parents? They were counting down the days until you returned—except they had no idea today was the day.

You had planned this surprise down to the last detail. Turning off Life360 and telling your family you’d be in a no-service area had worked like a charm—no suspicions at all. You knew they were all at the lake house for the summer since hockey was on pause, which made it the perfect opportunity. Your flight had been at an ungodly hour, and by the time you landed in Michigan, the sun was already starting to dip—5 PM, just in time for their weekly game night.

Your childhood best friend, who was just as excited as you, had eagerly agreed to pick you up from the airport. The moment you stepped into the arrivals area, she sprinted toward you, practically tackling you in a hug.

“Y/N!” she shrieked, squeezing you so tight you could barely breathe. "god i misses you so much"

“I missed you too ,” you said breathlessly, laughing as you hugged her back.

The car ride to the lake house was filled with nonstop chatter, catching up on everything you had missed.

“Oh my God, I met the hottest man while I was in Australia,” you gushed, still thinking about how dreamy he had been. “He was just… ahh.”

She smirked, shaking her head. “I need details later. But first, let’s make your family cry.”

As soon as you arrived, you left your luggage in the car, making a mental note to grab it later. Your best friend had already put the next phase of the plan into motion—texting your mom, telling her she missed you and wanted to come over. In reality, she was setting up the perfect moment to record everyone’s reaction.

She walked inside, greeted everyone with a hug, and casually took a seat on the couch, pulling out her phone  she sent you a quick text Now and quickly switching to the camera app to record.

Taking a deep breath, you walked toward the door, heart pounding in anticipation.

You pushed it open gently, stepping inside. “so who is winning? Also where was my invite?”

For a moment, there was silence—stunned, disbelieving silence.

Then all hell broke loose.

Your mom gasped so loudly you thought she might pass out, and before you could blink, she was rushing toward you, arms wide open, tears streaming down her face. “Oh my baby—my baby’s home!” she sobbed, hugging you so tightly it felt like she’d never let go.

Jack let out an actual scream—high-pitched, borderline embarrassing—and launched himself at you, nearly knocking you over. “NO WAY! NO WAY! Y/N! YOU’RE HERE! YOU’RE REALLY HERE!” His voice cracked mid-sentence as he clung to you like a koala.

Luke was right behind him, eyes already red and watery. “I missed you so much,” he choked out, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your shoulder.

You felt another set of arms around you—Quinn. He didn’t say much, just a whispered, “I really missed you,” but the way his voice wavered told you everything you needed to know.

Your dad was wiping his eyes, trying (and failing) to keep it together. “This is the best surprise ever,” he said, pulling you into a tight hug.

Jack sniffled dramatically, rubbing his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie. “I don’t care if it makes me look weak—I’M CRYING,” he announced.

Luke nodded furiously, wiping his own tears. “Same.”

Quinn, still hugging you, just sighed. “Yeah… me too.” 

Your best friend cackled from the couch, still recording. “I’m so glad I got all of this on video.”

Jack groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”

Jack wiped his face aggressively with his sleeve. “Whatever. I’m just happy you’re home.”

Luke sniffled, still clinging to you like a lost puppy. “You’re not allowed to leave again.”

Quinn, who had finally let go, gave you a soft smile. “Agreed.”

Your mom cupped your face, eyes still shining with happy tears. “You have no idea how much we’ve missed you.”

You leaned into her touch, sighing contentedly. “I missed you all more than words can say.”

Before you could say anything else, Jack suddenly gasped. “WAIT. YOU HAVE TO SIT NEXT TO ME FOR GAME NIGHT.”

Luke pouted. “Uh, no? She’s sitting next to me.”

“Guys,” Quinn interrupted, raising an eyebrow. “She just got here. Let her breathe.”

Your dad chuckled. “Or at least let her eat first.”

But before you could even think about food, Jack grabbed your hand, dragging you toward the couch. “Nope, nope, game night first. You’ve missed too many already!”

Luke plopped down on your other side, still holding onto your arm like a security blanket. “You’re not moving from this spot, Y/N.”

Quinn shook his head but didn’t argue as he sat across from you, smiling softly. “It really is good to have you home.”

Your mom brought over snacks, still occasionally wiping her eyes. Your dad gave your shoulder a squeeze before settling in next to your mom. Your best friend, having successfully recorded every teary-eyed reaction, put her phone down with a satisfied grin and leaned against you.

And as you sat there, sandwiched between your brothers, hearing their laughter, feeling their warmth, you realized this—this was home.

Jack suddenly squeezed your hand. “Promise you won’t leave for that long again?”

You squeezed back, looking around at your family, at the pure love radiating from each of them.

“I promise.”

And for the first time in a long time, your heart felt completely full.

[potatoplace]

Game Night

💖 Valentine's Collection 2025: Monopoly 💖

Nessian x Reader | Azris x Reader | Cazriel x Reader

Summary: Game night with your partners means three things: chaos, anger, and sexual tension.

Warnings: daddy kink oops, don't think there's anything else tho

Words: 1,224

Author's Note: this was soooo soo sOoo much fun omg. I loved Nessian's the most, cause they're the ones I had in mind when I made the poll 😂 and uhhh the Azris one... got uh. More daddy-y than I'd planned but I'm not mad. I hope you guys like it!! Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

🤍🩶🤍❤️🤍

“No, no, NO!” Cassian yelled as the dice stopped on doubles sixes, moving him from your hotel on Marvin’s Garden to Nesta’s hotel on Boardwalk.

“Yes!” Nesta cheered, a fist pumping into the air. “You’re going down, pretty boy!”

Cassian rifled through his stack of money that had already been cut into heftily from his last turn, leaving him with just ones and fives, his cheeks red. “I swear, Nes, you’re going to land on Illinois and then Pennsylvania Avenue and give me everything back.”

“Fat chance, Cassie, I’m going to bleed. You. Dry,” Nesta hissed, her hands clawing at the edges of the table.

“Okay, let’s cool it a little bit, guys,” you interjected, hoping to alleviate some of the tension that was quickly building to an unstoppable point.

As usual.

“Yeah, Nes, take you turn,” Cassian sneered at her, and you shot him a dirty look. He at least had the decency to look ashamed for five seconds, that’s more than he normally would.

Nesta rolled the dice, Cassian chanting for her to get a seven under his breath, only to yell when she rolled an eight, skipping right past his hotel on Illinois in favor of one of her railroads. “Would you look at that, Cassian, I seem to owe no money to anyone at this table.”

You sighed and scooped up the dice, hoping that your turn would help distract them from each other. Your hands shook the dice and loosed them, landing on a solid four - leaving you on free parking, which currently held over $1000 in Nesta’s income tax landings.

“Oh, you bitch!” Nesta yelled at you, though her hand landed on your arm gently, reassuring you that she may be loud, but she’s not truly angry with you.

You giggled at her as you raked in your new stack of bills, your wealth nearly equal with hers now.

“Oh, fuck me,” Cassian groaned. He never liked when the two of you were on top, as you rarely made someone go bankrupt, and Nesta would loan you money if you needed some - you are her princess are all. Meaning Cassian would have mercy from you, but all of Nesta’s mercy had been given to you.

“I can certainly arrange that, if you can’t pay for Boardwalk the next time you land on it,” Nesta said with a smirk, her eyes promising that she would offer such a trade.

“Over my dead body,” Cassian said, grabbing the dice again and rolling a ten, landing him at Nesta’s hotel on Connecticut Avenue. “FUCK!”

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“That will be $1000, Y/N,” Eris said from across the table, his amber eyes glinting as he watched you fidget in your seat.

You bit your lip as you looked from him to your stack of money, knowing that you had less than half of what you needed, and you’d already traded away most of your properties. “Can I owe you one?” You asked, knowing the limited likelihood that he would agree.

“No, that isn’t the rule of the game, bunny. You either pay up or go bankrupt, I’m sorry to say,” he said, though his smirk told you he wouldn’t be sorry. After all, whenever you went bankrupt you chose one of them to cuddle with until they finished battling it out.

You turned your gaze to Azriel, his hazel eyes already trained on you.

“How much do you need, bunny?”

You smiled and bit your lip before counting the money that you had left. “Uhm… $637?” Azriel counted out $700 for you and held his hand out, taking it back before you could take it. You rolled your eyes and stood up, going over by him to give him a long kiss, your mouths only separating when Eris coughed, annoyed. “Thank you, Azzie,” you said, giving him another kiss, on his cheek this time. “Here you go, Eris,” You said brightly, handing him the money.

“You know, it’s against the spiritual rules of the game to bail someone out, Azriel,” Eris said as he grabbed the dice.

“But she’s so adorable Eris, especially after you’ve rejected her offer of paying you back later. I mean,” he grabbed your cheeks and turned your head so you were facing him. “Could you say no to that face?”

Eris opened his mouth, but you slid your lip into a pout and squinted your eyes like you were going to cry.

He sighed. “No, I can’t. Come on, Y/N, just give up and come sit on daddy’s lap, hmm?” The request sent heat straight to your core, and your cheeks that Azriel was still holding onto.

“Or you could come sit on my lap, babygirl,” Azriel said, turning your face back to him. “I did just save you from bankruptcy.”

Your eyes flicked between the two of them.

“No, I think I’m fine for now, after all, I’m not bankrupt thanks to you, daddy,” you said softly, relishing in the light blush that dusted Azriel’s cheeks.

“See, Az? She does it every time!” Eris insisted, finally shaking the dice in his hands. “Just wait, you’ll be in my lap in no time, bunny.”

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“Ah, shit,” Cassian groaned as you landed on Pennsylvania Avenue, where Azriel had just put up a hotel. “Do you have enough money to pay for that, baby?”

You rolled your eyes at him. You were doing far better than he was this game, having slightly tricked him and Azriel into giving you all of their pieces of lower-priced property, leaving you owning two sides of the board, utilities and railroads included.

“I think I do, Cassie, thank you though,” you smiled at him, pulling out the money that you owed Azriel.

“Thank you,” Azriel said quietly as he put the money away in the proper order, both of you sharing the vast majority of the money. “Time for you to go, Cassian. And you should be asking if you have enough money,” he pointed out, waving at the part of the board he was on: your territory.

“Oh, I’ll be just fine, I’m going to skate by on chance and community chest, brother,” Cassian boasted as he picked up the dice and rolled them.

You couldn’t help but giggle at him landing on one of your hotels a moment later, biting your lip to keep your joy from being too obvious. You’d always found it funny how confident Cassian was, even when he sucked at the game like he did with monopoly.

“Pay up, big guy,” you said, extending a hand.

“I don’t-“ he sighed loudly. “Fuck you, Azriel!”

“What did I do?” Azriel asked with a brow raised.

“Well, I can’t say that to Y/N, now can I?! So fuck you!”

Az rolled his eyes at him. “Can you pay her, or not?”

“Yeah, Cassie, it’s only right to pay your debts,” you teased as he began counting out money, coming up a couple hundred short. He grumbled as he picked off a few houses from his monopoly, and pushed the money into your hands.

“Thank you, Cass,” you said, catching his eyes. “You know I love you, no matter how poor you are in monopoly, right?”

He let out an amused huff, and grinned. “If you love me so much, will you give me one of your monopolies?”

“Not a chance.”

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General Taglist: @daughterofthemoons-stuff @lilah-asteria @meritxellao @twismare @wrenisrad

[burreauxsss]

couldve been her

background: y/n a wag for the chiefs who is dating travis kelce of 3 years finds out he cheated on her. she assures herself that she'd never watch the nfl nor date another nfl player, until a convincing quarterback hits her dms.

(all pics from pinterest)

synopsis: week 5 of the season and y/n decides to break the silence on the cheating between her and travis, in return several chiefs fans make her feel like she couldve just stayed for the money.

notes: linked the song below, also in the playlist in the series. a short ish chapter? before i start plotting for this other idea i have.

FYI I DONT KNOW WHY THE MESSAGES IN THIS CHAPTER ARE BLURRY.

warning: proofread while drowsy?

joe burrow x reader x kelce!ex au

y/n_handle posted a story

caption: back home 💆🏾‍♀️

joeyb_9

❤️ 737,010 💬 99,998

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joeyb_9: keep fighting.

y/n_handle: so lucky. 😌

joeyb_9: y/n_handle you are my lucky charm mamas.

lahjay_10: get a room. for everyones sake.

yourbsf: lahjay_10, for our sake please.

username_1: just fell to my knees at joe's comment..

username_2: atleast she isnt with travis because he never liked her posts or reposted them like joe does!!

username_3: mamas??? joe what are we doing.

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tmz

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tmz: breakup clarity? y/n y/ln former chiefs wag ended up speaking out on a podcast about the cheating incident.

y/n states "i found out because of mutual friends, it wasn't because of anyone in my dms. i was loyal, i was never loved. i wanted to be loved, i wanted to be there for him and not the money. but everything doesn't work out the way we want it to. i've now found someone who loves me, thankfully majority of everyone respects it. they do think its outrageous though."

y/ln is officially dating cincinnati bengals quarterback joe burrow, more info on our website.

username_4: travis just sounds dumb sometimes, how are you going to say she downgraded when she pulled the hottest dude in the nfl?

username_5: this is why we love any other team but the chiefs.

username_6: wasnt burrow already in her dms when they were together?

username_7: y/n cheated first. and im convinced by that.

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y/n_handle

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y/n_handle: girls night out ✨

yourbsf: not you posting like you didnt blackout after this.. y/n_handle: who is me?

username_8: the exposing lmao..

username_9: those drinks look good.

username_10: we're proud of you for revealing everything.

username_11: ms shiesty!! come to the home game this weekend.

joeyb_9: fyi, same woman who also called me while drunk. y/n_handle: shut up.

joeyb_9: ill take back that telfar, dont play with me. y/n_handle: okay.. love you.

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bengals

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bengals: livin' in the fast lane

#BALvsCIN

username_12: joe's so fine bro username_13: he has a girlfriend unfortunately

username_14: is ms shiesty coming to the game today????

username_15: that hand though-

y/n_handle: ill just stay quiet 🥸

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y/n_handle 📍kansas city, missouri

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y/n_handle: 💆🏾‍♀️

username_16: baby joe doesnt comment on your posts alot, you shouldve stayed for the bills.

username_17: nfl players pay alot, just saying.

username_18: she shouldve lowkey shut her mouth.

username_19: as long as he comes home, what harm is there in doing it?

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bengals

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bengals: bengals dub!

username_20: defense sucks so badly joe is used to it.

username_21: we almost lost. that was a prayer.

username_22: im gonna need joe to stop daydreaming about travis kelces ex and put up numbers next game. y/n_handle: now whos fault was that? not mine.

username_23: same dude that is currently screwing travis's ex guys.

username_24: we have below 500 teams for the next 2 weeks.

y/n_handle

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y/n_handle: gold on ice.

lululemon: ate down!

yourbsf: love this combo girl.

joeyb_9: mamas pretty. y/n_handle: thank you ml.

username_26: ate tf up.

username_27: lululemon responded..

username_28: shes pretty and she upgraded?

username_29: i wanna be her when i get older.

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notes: as of proofreading this, im taking myself to bed. goodnight.

[elixirfromthestars]

A western au + Jake Seresin as a cowboy outlaw = color me absolutely hooked!! 👀💖

More reactions under the cut ᯓᡣ𐭩

From Maryland to the wild west, oh I hope Scout is able to adjust alright! As a girlie who does not do well in the heat, I am sending her all the good vibes to have a nice fresh start ✨

Your father had withdrawn after her death, and your brother had been left to pick up the slack as a result…."We'll make happier memories, y/n," Benjamin had said with a soft smile. "We'll have a fresh start there. What do you say, Scout?"

^ As the eldest sibling, I can imagine the responsibility Benjamin must feel having to take on everything now 🥺 Not having that full space to properly grieve because he has a lot on his plate. I love how caring he is for his sister, and the fact that he looks out for her and is trying to help her start anew, I appreciate him 🥺❤️

Your father was an avid hunter, and despite the constant protesting from your mother, he insisted on bringing you along."It's not proper for a young lady," she had scowled at him, earning a mischievous smile from your father. "And so is scowling, my darling. Yet, here we are."

You chuckled at the memory. Your mother had grown red in the face and practically stomped her way out of the parlor. She had refused to speak to your father until he came home the next afternoon with a small bouquet of wildflowers.They had sat proudly on the table by the front door until they withered weeks later. And you had, indeed, gone on the hunting trip, picking up the art of tracking fairly quickly much to your father's approval.

^ It sounds like Scout had a lovely family and was loved dearly by her parents 🥺 My heart breaks for her having lost both of them like that 💔 I hope she gets a love as gentle and patient as the way her father presented her mother with wildflowers when she was upset 🥺💐 (I have high expectations for you Jake Seresin, don't let me down!! 😌)

"Just making sure we aren't ambushed while we ain't paying attention, is all."

"Ambushed?" Your eyebrows shot up in alarm. The driver nodded. "Yes"m. These parts are the Dagger Gang's territory."

"The Dagger Gang?" You murmured, inching closer to the carriage. The driver scratched the back of his head and let out a sigh. "Some o' the meanest sons of bitches in the west. Gang is led by Hangman and Rooster, and no one wants to get on their bad side."

^ The Dagger Gang you say? 👀 What if I do want to get on their bad side, what happens then? 🤭

The carriage lurched again as it began to move once again down the empty road. Oh, what had you gotten yourself into?

^ Oh, I have no idea, but I can’t wait to find out 🤭💓

Love the way this is starting out!! I can’t wait to see when and how our lovely Scout will meet Jake 👀💖

Don't Hang'em Til Noon: Prologue

Don’t Hang'em Til Noon: Prologue

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x reader

Summary: Jake “Hangman” Seresin is a notorious leader within the Dagger Gang of the old western territories of the United States. You, a recently orphaned socialite from the eastern seaboard, find yourself swept off to live with your older brother who has set down roots in said western territory. Determined to to make the best of your situation, what will you do when said outlaw sets his sights on you?

Warnings: Mentions of parent deaths, swearing, no Dagger members yet, but they’re mentioned, use of y/n. I think that might be it?

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Feedback is always appreciated! Let me know what you all think! Should I continue? 18+ ONLY!! This work is also being published on AO3 under the username arcane_vagabond.

Series Masterlist || DGU Masterlist

The carriage did very little to quell the seemingly never ending heat of the western territories. In fact, you were fairly sure it was making it worse. You had long given up on attempting to read the many books you had packed - the heat coupled with the constant jostling from the dirt path causing you to nearly lose the contents of your stomach on multiple occasions. Why your brother thought he would try his hand at settling the expansive west, you’d never understand.

Your brother, Benjamin, wasn’t an impulsive or reckless man. No, quite the opposite actually. He had done well for himself back home in Maryland at your father’s law firm. One of the best law firms in the state, perhaps even the entire eastern seaboard. Your great-grandfather had founded the firm, and it was your brother who inherited the family’s legacy when your father had passed only a year prior.

You had let out a long sigh, still trying in vain to cool yourself down with your prized folded fan. It had been a gift from your mother on your sixteenth birthday, and it was one of the few things you had left of her now. Your father had been thrown into the depths of despair when she died - the doctor’s had said it was consumption. It was a miracle, really, that none of you had contracted it. Your father had withdrawn after her death, and your brother had been left to pick up the slack as a result. Thankfully, he had already been regarded as a respectable lawyer at the time. So it had thrown you for a loop when he announced one night at dinner that he was moving his practice out west.

You had had been completely against the idea, of course. Why wouldn’t you be? Your whole life was spent amongst polite society in Baltimore. Your friends were there. You had interests there. Your parents were buried there.

“We’ll make happier memories, y/n,” Benjamin had said with a soft smile. “We’ll have a fresh start there. What do you say, Scout?”

Of course, when he called you by your childhood nickname, it was hard to ignore the pull on your heart. You had earned that nickname before you had even hit double digits. Your father was an avid hunter, and despite the constant protesting from your mother, he insisted on bringing you along.

“It’s not proper for a young lady,” she had scowled at him, earning a mischievous smile from your father.

“And so is scowling, my darling. Yet, here we are.”

You chuckled at the memory. Your mother had grown red in the face and practically stomped her way out of the parlor. She had refused to speak to your father until he came home the next afternoon with a small bouquet of wildflowers. They had sat proudly on the table by the front door until they withered weeks later. And you had, indeed, gone on the hunting trip, picking up the art of tracking fairly quickly much to your father’s approval.

“She’s a natural! A regular scout, she is!” he had exclaimed excitedly to your mother when you had returned from the trip. Despite herself, your mother had smiled warmly at his enthusiasm.

Your heart clenched again at the happy memories from long ago. Your mother had died nearly five years ago now, and with your father’s death still so fresh, it was hard to allow yourself to dwell too long on those memories. Perhaps Benjamin was right. What you both needed was a fresh start.

The carriage lurched to a halt on the side of the road, and you heard the driver climb down from his perch. Gathering your skirts, you opened the door and stepped out into the blazing sun. No, the sun was much worse than the stifling heat of the carriage. Shielding your eyes from the dazzling light, you looked over to where the driver tended to the horses.

“Why have we stopped, sir?” You asked, moving to the front of the carriage. The older man looked up at you with a friendly smile, but you could see the tension that laced his shoulders.

“Just giving the horses a quick break, miss. We’ll be movin’ on shortly. I reckoned you’d want to stretch your legs for a bit, anyway.”

“Yes, thank you,” you smiled, looking around at the seemingly endless wasteland before you. Oh, how you longed for the gardens of Baltimore.

“How much farther until we reach Maverick?” You inquired. The newly founded town of Maverick was named after it’s founder - Peter “Maverick” Mitchell. A prominent businessman who had decided to try his luck at helping settle the west, much like your brother.

“Only a couple more miles now, miss,” the driver answered politely, eyes darting around the terrain.

“Are you quite alright?” You asked, nerves starting to eat their way up your spine.

“Just making sure we aren’t ambushed while we ain’t paying attention, is all.”

“Ambushed?” Your eyebrows shot up in alarm. The driver nodded.

“Yes’m. These parts are the Dagger Gang’s territory.”

“The Dagger Gang?” You murmured, inching closer to the carriage.

The driver scratched the back of his head and let out a sigh. “Some o’ the meanest sons of bitches in the west. Gang is led by Hangman and Rooster, and no one wants to get on their bad side.”

You didn’t respond. Of course you had heard rumors of outlaws here in the west, but you didn’t even think to entertain the possibility of them being anywhere near you. A mistake you now regretted. The driver must have seen your thoughts on your face because he offered you a reassuring smile.

“I reckon we’ll be fine, miss. Don’t you worry now.”

“Yes, thank you,” you answered politely, turning to make your way back towards the carriage. It was only a few moments later when you heard the driver climb back up onto his perch. The carriage lurched again as it began to move once again down the empty road.

Oh, what had you gotten yourself into?

[hollaforlyla]

HIII I LOVE YOUR WORK ITS CRAZY HOW WELL YOU WRITE FOR SONIC??❤️ with that I'd like to ask for a Sonic x reader who misreads signals and while Sonic's over here with a rose and all, reader thinks he doesn't like them like that but then they figure it out somehow and WHAM HAPPY COUPLE!!

" Too Slow " ── sonic x gn!reader

THISSSSSSTHISTHISTHIS IS MY EVERYTHING THIS IS MU WHOLE LOVE I LOVE FICS KIKE THESEE . totally not going through it myself AHEM. thx for your kind words and request!! PLZ ENJOYY!! 😊🙏🏻

You had no idea why Sonic was acting so weird lately.

Sure, he was always a little cocky, a little smug—but lately, he’d been showing up out of nowhere, leaning against walls like some kind of cool action hero, flashing you grins that made your heart do a ridiculous somersault. He’d randomly hand you flowers, throw an arm around your shoulders, and once—just once—he’d winked at you after saying, “You know you’re my favorite, right?”

Which, of course, was just him being friendly. Sonic was like that with everyone. He was charismatic. Charming. A natural flirt. He didn’t mean anything by it.

So you brushed it off.

Even when he offered to run you home every day. Even when he always picked you first for team missions. Even when he sat just a little too close during group hangouts, tail brushing against yours.

You convinced yourself it was nothing.

Then came today.

You were standing in the middle of a quiet clearing, arms crossed, tail flicking in confusion as Sonic stood in front of you—holding a single, perfect red rose.

“Hey,” he said, offering it to you with an almost nervous grin. “For you.”

You blinked. “…What’s this for?”

Sonic tilted his head. “What do you mean, what’s it for? It’s a rose.”

“Yeah, I can see that,” you said slowly. “But… is it a joke? Did Knuckles dare you to do this?”

Sonic reeled back like you’d just slapped him. “What? No! Why would it be a joke?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “I mean… you don’t like me like that, right?”

Sonic stared.

Then he stared some more.

Then he dropped his head into his hands. “Oh my Chaos.”

You frowned. “What?”

“SIX MONTHS,” he groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “Six months of flirting, six months of picking you flowers, six months of me literally saying you’re my favorite person—and you thought I didn’t like you?!”

Your ears flattened. “Wait… you were serious?”

“YES!”

You took a moment to process. “Oh.”

Sonic threw up his hands. “Unbelievable.”

“…Wait.” Your eyes widened as realization hit you all at once. “Oh.”

Sonic gave you an exasperated look. “Finally catching up?”

“I—I thought you were just being Sonic! You’re friendly with everyone!”

“Yeah, but I don’t bring them roses!"

You glanced at the flower in your hands. A real, deep red rose. A romantic gesture.

A gift from Sonic.

For you.

Oh.

Your face burned. “I, um. Okay. I may have… misunderstood some things.”

“No kidding,” Sonic said, but there was a teasing lilt to his voice now. “So? Now that you do get it…” He smirked, leaning in just a little. “Got an answer for me?”

Your heart did another ridiculous flip. Then, finally, you smiled. “Yeah.” You held the rose close, glancing up at him. “I’d love to be your favorite person. Officially.”

Sonic beamed. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

And just like that—WHAM. Happy couple.

[marnerparty]

go blue pt. 3

Maybe i’ll start posting more!? pt. 3 back by popular demand!

Luke Hughes x McCarthy!reader

*for those who do not know, JJ McCarthy is the quarterback for Michigan's football team, so yn will be his sister!

part 1 here! part 2 here!

ynmccarthy

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ynmccarthy t- 14 days until I'm a Hughes !?

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yourbestfriend bestie boutta be a WIFE

ynmccarthy wifey era incoming

lhughes_06 I cannot wait

_quinnhughes my main man Beau

ynmccarthy I swear he doesn't walk as good with anyone but you

_quinnhughes I have that effect

jackhughes weird

jamie.drysdale omg I'm so nervous for you

ynmccarthy jamie! wtf

biznasty my invite get lost?

ynmccarthy trevor zegras.

trevorzegras ma'am

ynmccarthy where's biz's invitation

trevorzegras hmmmmmm

biznasty the little shit just texted me trying to ask me to make it seem like I'm crazy

trevorzegras do i have any friends?

ynmccarthy biz, you're invited. please come

lhughes_06 preferably with a good gift?

ynmccarthy Jesus.

elblue6 I can't wait! ❤️

ynmccarthy love you mama Hughes!

lukehughesfan that's my man

rutgermcgroarty how is Luke getting married

lhughes_06 I ask myself that everyday

jackhughes you ask yourself that because yn is out of your league. we ask ourselves that because you're immature

rutgermcgroarty precisely

lhughes_06 okay, ouch???

hater1 yn is ugly.

ynmccarthy you're right

jamie.drysdale oooh my favorite show is on!

nicohischier can't wait to party!

ynmccarthy oh we are turning UP

jackhughes NO

dawson1417 NO

ynmccarthy ????

trevorzegras do you remember anything when you drink

ynmccarthy evidently not

nicohischier what did i do

dawson1417 you guys destroy everything in your path when you're drunk together

ynmccarthy stop bullying the bride to be

jjmccarthy not too late to back out btw

ynmccarthy ????

lhughes_06 didn't we talk about this?

ynmccarthy ??????????

jjmccarthy Luke could always have me. just saying

fan1 I'm obsessed with Luke & YN

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trevorzegras wait ... didn't you guys get eloped

lhughes_06 there may have been an issue with the marriage certificate afterwards

ynmccarthy aka Luke misspelled HUGHES

trevorzegras tell me that's a lie

ynmccarthy legally for 2 days I was YN Huge

_quinnhughes he forgot 2 LETTERS!?

lhughes_06 my handwriting was up for interpretation

lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 big hickey guy

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jackhughes oh Lukey boy

markestapa and the dumbest Hughes award goes to ...

devilsfan poor luke

jamie.drysdale yn is the world's greatest support

ynmccarthy thanks jim jam!!

jamie.drysdale my game next?

ynmccarthy dont push it 😑

jamie.drysdale do you even love me anymore

rutgermcgroarty Luke a freak

lhughes_06 what is everyone on about

biznasty get this boy an editor

fan#1 no wonder she's marrying him

njdevils 😳

yns#1fan wedding ready

trevorzegras we really never figured out who this is?

rutgermgroarty my money's on fantilli

adamfantilli its mackie

mackie.samo its rutger

nhl feels like this should be on the secret account

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elblue6 oh my

lhughes_06 not you too mom??

_quinnhughes you'll be embarrassed later kid

trevorzegras put him out of his misery someone

lhughes_06 you maybe????

trevorzegras nah

yourbestfriend wait until yn sees this

ynmccarthy maybe limit the comments on this post babe

lhughes_06 what the hell am I missing

ynmccarthy I'll let you figure it out

fan#2 Luke always been fine

ynmccarthy facts

lhughes_06 HOCKEY! HOCKEY! HOCKEY! I MEANT HOCKEY!

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jamie.drysdale MY EYES

jamie.drysdale HOW COULD YOU

jamie.drysdale I'M TOO BABY FOR THIS

ynssecretaccount your punishment for leaving us for Philadelphia

trevorzegras who's us?

masonmctavish23 you're not included yn

ynssecretaccount im an honorary duck?

jamie.drysdale will I ever live this down

trevorzegras nope

masonmctavish23 nah

ynssecretaccount come back?

lhughes_06 you're kidding.

ynssecretaccount have I said how much I love you lately?

lhughes_06 no.

ynssecretaccount I'm marrying you

trevorzegras vintage yn is back

ynssecretaccount thank you for appreciating it

jjmccarthy ew. brother here?

jackhughes and here

_quinnhughes and here

ynssecretaccount you guys have never given or received a hickey ... right

edwards.73 I've missed this account

ynssecretaccount i've missed YOU

yourbestfriend no babies

ynssecretaccount you can't make babies from kissing

yourbestfriend kissing leads to touching, and touching leads to babies

jackhughes seriously, no one needed this

jackhughes I do enjoy the making fun of Luke part

ynssecretaccount I try, I try

_quinnhughes doors OPEN from now on

ynssecretaccount we have our own home?

_quinnhughes I'm selling it

_quinnhughes and taking my nephew

ynssecretaccount NOT MY BABY

_quinnhughes that's what you get

barzal97 hmm .. weird first impression here

ynssecretaccount it won't always be like this

ynssecretaccount i'm really fun

trevorzegras uh?

jackhughes when did he get here?

ynssecretaccount been here. there's a lot of randoms here. they'll make their appearances eventually

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jjmccarthy No better man to be marrying my sister! Congratulations Mr. & Mrs. Hughes. I love you endlessly, sis 🥹

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lhughes_06 12.28.24 - I present to you, the best day of my life. I love you more than words, Mrs. Hughes

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trevorzegras lukey pookie is GROWN! congratulations brother. you got a really good one!

lhughes_06 the best one!

lhughes_06 thanks trev :)

elblue6 I couldn't be happier for you guys! it was such a gorgeous day!

lhughes_06 all thanks to you mama!

ynhughes we love you so much Mrs. Hughes!

elblue6 I think you can call me Ellen, now, Mrs. Hughes 😉

ynhughes 🥹 CRYING

trevorzegras you made it

markestapa beyond happy for you both

ynhughes thank you! thanks for coming :)

nolan_moyle michigan reunion went crazy

ynhughes 😑

nolan_moyle I said sorry for the cake :(

mackie.samo what did you do to the cake!?

lhughes_06 you would know if you were there

mackie.samo ouch

fan#1 CONGRATULATIONS!!!

rutgermcgroarty congrats!!!!!

ynhughes so so good to see you!

lhughes_06 thanks for coming man @mackie.samo

mackie.samo okay dude

ilovelukeyhughesy off the market officially

nhl another congrats to the newly weds!!!

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colecaufield congrats you guys! thanks for the invite!

ynhughes uhm DUH!? we missed you!

lhughes_06 thanks for coming Cole!

biznasty don't fuck this up Hughes. congrats you guys!

lhughes_06 wouldn't dream of it

ynhughes thank you! and thank you for behaving at the wedding!

biznasty I may be a dick, but I could never ruin yn's wedding day

ynhughes you love me 🥹

trevorzegras why are you so nice to them and not me

lhughes_06 just get married

njdevils congratulations YN & Luke!

ynhughes YN Hughes has the best ring to it

lhughes_06 Mr. & Mrs. Hughes

ynhughes YN & Luke Hughes

lhughes_06 have I told you I love you?

ynhughes maybe a few times. have i told you i love you?

lhughes_06 maybe, but I forgot

trevorzegras GO AWAY

colecaufield this is GROSS

jjmccarthy if there had to be another name yn takes, I'm glad its Hughes

lhughes_06 that means a lot jj (if it doesn't work out i'll give you my last name instead)

jjmccarthy don't mention it (good I was shaking in my boots for a minute)

ynmccarthyhater what does he even see in her? no one uglier

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_quinnhughes no better person to be adding to the family! Congratulations to the newest & automatically best Hughes, and Luke. Thanks for letting me step in for the first dance @ynhughes :)

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elblue6 you're the best older brother for Luke, Quinn!

_quinnhughes thanks ma :)

jackhughes middle child over here

canucksfan my man looking fiiiiine in a suit

ynhughes Quinn 🥹 you're the best brother in law. thank you for your endless love & support! i wouldn't have wanted to dance with anyone else. i love you

_quinnhughes I love you back!

biznasty nice post Hughes

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nhl congrats to the newlyweds!

jamie.drysdale it was touching to see you guys dance

_quinnhughes too bad yn has two left feet

ynhughes oh i'll remember that

canucks congrats yn and Luke!

lhughes_06 I love you bro

_quinnhughes love you long time!

trevorzegras awww, quinny the sap

jackhughes I'll never get used to it

_quinnhughes you two can expect no posts for your weddings

#1hockeyfan WAKE UP MOM AND DAD GOT MARRIED

jamie.drysdale it's the best day ever

ynhughes Jamie responding to fans >>>>

trevorzegras Jamie responding to fans 🤝🏻 YN responding to haters

jamie.drysdale couldn't have said it better

jjmccarthy thanks for taking care of yn like I would

_quinnhughes no need for thanking. it's my job

ynhughes QUINN STOP I'LL CRY AGAIN

yns#1fan Joy of my Life was the perfect song

ynhughes bye.

_quinnhughes I think I need to get involved now

ynhughes omg wait ... mackie didn't even go. it's up to rutger and adam

jackhughes and adam's been reeeeeaaal quiet

adamfantilli congratulations yn and Luke!

adamfantilli you guys looked great!

adamfantilli the venue was BEAUTIFUL

ynhughes TILLI

ynhughes HOW COULD YOU

adamfantilli i can explain?

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ynssecretaccount and party we did 😎

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For the third time in 10 minutes, Lisa slapped Mark’s hand away from her cake. “If I have to tell you to stop one more time I’m going to stick this fork in your hand,” she promised, waving her fork at him. Her threats were only met with a smile as Mark leaned closer from across the table.

“I don’t see why you’re being so stingy. You always used to share with me,” he pouted, grabbing her empty hand… just in case. He idly spun her stunning oval-cut engagement ring around her finger and sighed. “You know, when you left I always thought you’d come back to me,” he said softly before she pulled her hand away, “not… not this… engaged to someone else.” He ducked his head and chuckled almost sadly. “I would have guessed it was Jungkook you let me for. Did you even get my letters?” The hurt that clouded his eyes made Lisa push the cake closer to him.

This was a conversation she hoped to never have in her life. “I did,” she admitted, “but I never read them. I couldn’t let you pull me back, Mark. That wouldn’t have been fair to either of us.” She avoided his gaze knowing it would only make this harder.

“Did the thought of marrying me seem that bad?” he asked finishing the cake between them.

“Yes.” Her answer was straight to the point. “I was a different girl then. I was suffocating under every expectation from you and my parents. I tried telling you but-”

“I wouldn’t listen,” he finished for her. “And now? What’s changed?” He tilted his head and tried to read her face. The way she stared back would normally infuriate him but he could see the gears turning in her brilliant mind. “Do you remember the time we snuck out and went to the lake?” His sudden change of topic caught Lisa off guard. “The second time… not the first.”

The memory made her laugh, a sound that echoed in the kitchen. “I remember you having a black eye for a week after if that’s what you’re asking,” she reached across the table and tapped his left cheek. “I don’t think Jaebeom forgave you either.” Mark stood and pushed his chair back before offering his hand.

“Let me take you to get some coffee and fresh air. I’ll even leave a note so your brother doesn’t think I kidnapped you… again,” his request didn’t leave much room to argue, except it was Lisa and it was what she did best. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms across her chest.

“And if I say no?” she challenged him, holding her chin up defiantly.

“Then I’ll ask again later today, and tomorrow, and the next day until you say yes,” he said matter of factly. “I’m not going to sit around and watch you waste away in shadows. You belong in the sunshine for everyone to see.” He wiggled the fingers on his still-extended hand, waiting patiently for her answer.

“Fine,” Lisa laughed, taking his hand. “just please leave that note. I don’t want to see you with another black eye.”

I’ll catch up on everything tonight. ❤️

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[oceansoul001]

Couple of random thoughts regarding KCD2 last conversation with Hans.

[Spoilers!!!]

1. You can have this conversation either still in Suchdol (after talking to Sir Hanush) or in the Devil's Den post credits. They don't differ beside last topic ("What are your plans now?") that is removed if you choose the latter.

2. Generally there is not much of a difference between romance and non-romance paths. Romanced Hans tells you everything that the non-romanced does, just adds a few unique sentences. You can probably notice switch of tone in "What are we going to do about the wedding" topic, for the romanced lines: "I'm not sure what to do... after what happened, you know...? I mean... me and you... I suppose we'll just have to wait and see how things turn out..." I find this reaction very believable given the situation, I recon they both need some time to sort things in their heads, as the ongoing siege/bringing reinforcements didn't leave them much time and space for reflection. So I am very okay with them not discussing the topic further at this point. And, I know this might sound strange, but I also really like that there are no love confessions at this point, I greatly dislike it when games throw them at me after literally one night spent together with someone.

BUT. Directly after this part comes the non-romance part where Hans worries about his bride being ugly and then proceeds to talk about naming his son after Henry, and I don't know... I mean, yeah, we all are aware of the fact that Hans most probably still has to get married, and have an heir, and it does not matter at all whether something happened between him & Henry, or not, but is this really the thing he would casually say at this moment...? Okay, maybe he would, it's Hans. But what is even more bizarre to me is my Henry, who is happily babbling as if nothing has changed at all, even though like a minute ago he was this awkward mess thanking Hans for "the encouragement". So what I'm trying to say is, I would prefer at least for Henry to act/respond differently in the romanced version and remain more awkward throughout this convo. But maybe I'm overthinking this! 😅

3. Another difference in the romance path occurs when discussing Hans' injury, as only in this version Henry asks if he can take a look at the wound later, and I think it is so sweet. Very minor detail, but I love it. ❤️

4. The thing that I definitely don't like is asking Hans about his talk with Hanush, and Hans responding with "You don't need to know everything", like??? My guy. Please. You've just shared with me probably the most intimate and secretive moment OF YOUR LIFE, and now you don't want to tell me some shit about Hanush, even though it is not even a secret and like everyone in Rattay already knows (your own words!). I don't get it at all, why in the romance path this still requires a speech check and why is Hans so weird about not telling me "everything", even though mere hours ago he was ready to die from grief if I don't come back 😭

5. Speaking of dying, romanced Hans can say the following at the beginning of your conversation: "I'm glad nothing happened to you. That would have killed me", but it only happens if Sam does not survive. So not in my game, as I would never leave my brother behind. Hans can also admit that he was jealous of Sam, which for me was very clear during the game, but also under the condition that Sam does not survive.

6. Last, but not least - I wish we could have another conversation with romanced Hans after couple in-game days pass, after we both have had a chance to collect our thoughts. Nothing groundbreaking, just something short and sweet, and you know, maybe get the possibility to share a kiss in our room at the Devil's Den when we want... I know it might sound greedy, or silly, after all we've just got this perfect, almost unreal relationship at all, but nothing can stop me from dreaming. 🥹

Happy to hear your thoughts on the subject! ❤️

[fratttymatty]

The Rewatch

(All characters are 18+)

Oliver Grant sat alone in his dimly lit bedroom, the glow of his laptop screen illuminating his chubby face. The room was a cluttered mess—empty soda cans, half-eaten bags of chips, and stacks of horror DVDs scattered everywhere. But none of that mattered right now.

Because tonight, he was watching Scream 5 for the 30th time.

His heart pounded as the film played, eyes glued to the screen as Chad Meeks-Martin—the Chad Meeks-Martin—jogged onto the screen, exuding effortless confidence. Oliver had memorized every line, every smirk, every muscle flex. Chad was everything Oliver wasn’t.

Tall. Athletic. Cocky. Dominant.

God, I wish I was him.

The thought had crossed Oliver’s mind a million times, but tonight, something felt different. He wasn’t just admiring Chad anymore—he was fixated. Obsessed. It was as if the movie had taken hold of him, burrowing into his brain.

As the final scene played out, Oliver felt off. His skin tingled. His breathing slowed. A cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Then, the credits rolled.

And everything went black.

Oliver jolted awake, gasping for air. But something was wrong.

His bed felt too small. His arms—heavier. His chest—broader. His entire body—different.

His hands shot to his face. His once soft, round features were gone, replaced with sharp cheekbones and a chiseled jaw. His pasty white skin? Now a deep, smooth brown. He stumbled out of bed and nearly tripped over his own feet—his legs were longer. Stronger. Taller.

Heart racing, he turned toward the mirror hanging on his wall, and when he saw his reflection—

He froze.

Gone was Oliver Grant, the overweight, shy, nervous high schooler.

Staring back at him was Chad Meeks-Martin.

His body was massive. His shoulders broad and powerful, his arms thick with muscle. His stomach was rock-hard, sculpted with abs he never dreamed of having. His fingers ran up to his head, where his hair—once stringy and unkempt—was now a sharp, coiled buzzcut, perfectly lined up.

His lips curled into a smirk. Wait—what?

Why did he smirk? He never smirked.

But Chad did.

The Mindshift

Oliver stumbled back, gripping his temples as a wave of thoughts flooded his brain. His memories twisted, rearranging themselves, as if his entire personality was being rewritten.

His liberal ideals? Fading.

His insecurities? Erased.

His attraction to men? Rewired.

Flashes of new memories—Chad’s memories—forced their way in. No more lonely nights debating politics on Twitter. No more stuttering through conversations. No more feeling like a nobody.

Instead, he remembered lifting weights at the gym, feeling the burn of every rep.

He remembered laughing with his boys, girls fawning over him at every party.

He remembered grabbing his girl’s waist, hearing her giggle as she clung to him.

His breath hitched. No, no, no, this isn’t me!

But… wasn’t it?

The longer he stood there, the less he resisted. And the less he resisted… the better he felt.

His phone buzzed.

He grabbed it instinctively, his big, veiny hands now dwarfing the tiny device. The name on the screen made his lips twitch into an automatic grin.

Tara ❤️

Without thinking, he opened the text.

Tara: "Like, omgggg babe where r u?? We’re totes gonna be late to the party!!!"

His head pulsed. Tara… his Tara.

She wasn’t the sharp, independent Tara Carpenter from the movies anymore. No, his Tara was a total bimbo.

Blonde. Shallow. Obsessed with him.

And he loved it.

His fingers hovered over the keyboard, but instead of overanalyzing like Oliver would have, he just typed, "Chill, babe. Be there soon."

Short. Direct. Confident.

The way a real man talked.

He turned back to the mirror, flexing an impressive bicep.

Oliver was gone.

Chad Meeks-Martin was here to stay.

And damn…

He looked good.

The frat house was alive with music, flashing lights, and the smell of cheap beer. The bass from the speakers thumped in Chad’s chest as he stepped inside, towering over the crowd. Girls turned to stare, whispering to their friends, some biting their lips as he passed.

Damn, I love this.

Tara clung to his arm, her manicured nails digging into his bicep. She was drenched in pink—crop top barely covering her surgically enhanced chest, mini-skirt hugging her curves.

"Like, babe, this party is soooo wild," she squealed, flipping her platinum-blonde hair. "Totes better than last week."

Chad smirked, barely listening. "Yeah, yeah, babe." He leaned down, gripping her waist. "Go find your friends or whatever. Me and the boys gotta talk."

She pouted. "Ugh, fine! But you owe me a dance later, kay?" She kissed him—wet, aggressive, sloppy—before bouncing off toward the dance floor.

Chad wiped his mouth, shaking his head. Damn, she was dumb.

But that’s exactly how he liked them.

"Bro."

Chad turned, grinning as Ethan Landry clapped him on the shoulder. Ethan was his boy—sharp jawline, slicked-back hair, always rocking a smug smirk.

"Bro," Chad responded, handing Ethan a beer.

The two leaned against the wall, watching the sea of drunk college girls grind against random dudes.

"Another solid night," Ethan said, taking a swig. "These chicks are so easy, man."

Chad chuckled. "No effort at all, bro. You just tell them they look hot, flex a little, and boom—panties drop."

Ethan laughed, shaking his head. "Crazy how simple they are, right? Like, feminists act like women are all ‘independent’ now, but then a dude with muscles walks in and suddenly they forget how to think."

Chad snorted. "That’s why I don’t take ‘em seriously, man. They say they want ‘equality,’ but they don’t wanna date some broke-ass dude with a man bun. They want a man—someone who actually runs shit."

Ethan nodded. "Exactly! And that’s why these woke losers are gonna stay single. Like, I’m sorry, but if your girl has a career, that’s lowkey embarrassing. Imagine letting your woman work when you should be handling business."

Chad grinned. "Facts. A man provides. That’s the natural order of things."

Ethan raised his beer. "To tradition."

Chad clinked bottles with him. "To being real men."

[bitchface24-7]

hiya! idk if you do mlm but could you do tmasc reader x viktor comfort for dysphoria?

or trans vik x tmasc reader scissoring if you’re comfy :)

EUPHORIA IN DYSPHORIA - VIKTOR X FTM!READER

synopsis: you've had good days and you've had bad ones. Today is a bad one. Everything feels wrong. Your body, your skin, your mind, and your soul. You just want to rot in bed. Keep away from any mirrors and society itself. Good thing Viktor is here to comfort you.

warnings: body dysmorphia, negative self-talk, comfort, fluff, angst, reader is FTM, Grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m

p.s. I hope I did this request justice. I myself am a CIS woman, I don’t know the struggles and lives of those who have transitioned. I am queer, and I've always wanted the ability to take off my big knockers so outfits fit the vibe I wanted and be able to put them back on when I want cleavage. Idk what that makes me but… yeah.

Today's a bad day.

You feel it deep in your bones. Your body, your skin, your mind, and your soul. Everything feels wrong. You want to shed your skin like a snake, you want to break free of your cacoon like a butterfly. You want these feelings to go away.

You burrow deeper into your bed. Trying your best to cover from the rest of the world, like a child hiding under the blankets; trying to protect yourself from the monsters you saw in the corner of your eye.

A sigh escapes you, you're exhausted. This is all exhausting. You've done everything you can to soothe the ache in your soul, the ache you got from friends and family breaking your heart. You cut your hair, you finally wore the clothes you've always wanted, you stopped doing things that made you miserable. Yet your soul still cries sometimes.

It's sobbing today.

You can feel your throat closing up as your eyes burn. No. You're not crying today. Not here, not now.

A dip in the bed startles you. The blanket getting removed from your face even more so.

“Darling, are you okay? You've been cooped up all morning.”

Viktor's sweet yet concerned tone finally causes the dam to break, and a sob escapes you.

You curl up into Viktor’s arms and cry into his neck. Viktor wraps his arms around you and lightly sways back and forth.

“I just— I just feel awful. Everything feels wrong. What if I am a fraud? A liar? What if there is something wrong with me?”

Viktor tsks at you, “Oh my love, there’s nothing wrong with you. You're not liar or a fraud, your brain is just being an asshole to you.”

“Viktor!”

“What? It’s true!”

You slap his chest lightly and laugh as he peppers kisses all over your forehead and cheeks. Your laughs turn into giggles due to his overwhelming love. You squirm a bit but Viktor doesn't let you go.

“I'll be here to fight the bad days with you. Remind you how wonderful you are, even if your brain tries to trick you.”

A light sniff escapes you and you lean forward to kiss Viktor on the lips, he reciprocates sweetly.

The kiss eventually breaks and you lean back down to cuddle into Viktor’s chest. His arms wrap around you tightly and you snuggle up as closely as you can, as if you were trying to merge into Viktor.

Your mind and soul settle at the comfort and love Viktor is raining on you. Your eyes feel heavy as the rhythmic thump of Viktor's heart lulls you to sleep.

The bad days are inevitable, but Viktor helped make this bad one a good one.

I hope I did this justice, even though it's much shorter than anticipated. I know how sensitive this topic can be, and I tried my best to write a story from my own understanding as a cis queer woman. Xoxo love ya ❤️

[silenzahra]

Awwww thank you so much!! Your reblog seriously made me so happy 🥹🥹 I couldn't be happier that this fic has everything that you love, and also that you like the title so much!! I thought it was totally fitting for these two lovebirds, hehe 🥰❤️🩷

I'm so glad!! 😄💖 And he definitely does, he'd do ANYTHING for her 🥹 Couldn't agree more lol, they should be husband and wife at long last, as well as Luigi and Daisy. Aww 🥰🫂💖

Hehe, can't say I blame you as I feel the same when I read a fic that means so much to me 🥰 I'm just so honored that it was your case with this story! 🥹💖 Thank you so much!! It means everything to me that you love this story so much 💖💖💖

And awww thank you for your support on my writing as well!! I deeply appreciate it 🥹🫂💖

🫧 Bubbles of love 🫧

Exactly one year ago, a very special game was released for the Nintendo Switch:

🫧 Super Mario Bros Wonder 🫧

And it's a game that I loved and enjoyed so much, that I decided to write a little something to celebrate it! 🎂

As I mentioned here, I came up with this idea when I was trying to fall asleep a few nights ago and wrote it in one go the following evening. Don't even ask me how, because I always take FOREVER to write a story, but in this case, and as shocking as it sounds, this story is short.

Yes. You read it right: short. Again, I don't know how, but without setting a precedent, I was able, for once, to write a story that is actually short 😂

Anyways, thank you so much to those of you who reacted to the aforementioned post to try and guess what this story might be about! You're about to find out... and I'll just say a few of you got it right 🤭 (And those who didn't, you gave me amazing ideas... I may or may not be taking notes for the future 🤭📝)

I hope it's okay that I tag those of you who showed interest, as well as some folks who I believe might enjoy this 🥰 Of course, if I'm wrong, you're more than free to ignore this post, and please forgive me for bothering you 😅

@megamagimugi @pepperycar @peaches2217 @bberetd @itsavee4117 @coffeecat1983 @doodleydoo101 @stripetkattelalala54-gf (no rush at all of course! Take your time 🥰) @smokszyvverstar @eleventhhourfactor @marioandluigi1983 @c-lavanda @zocchini37 @teegeeteegee @akiiame-blog @dragon-fly34 @supergay-64

EDIT: @pinkcreamypeach adding you to the list in case you're interested! 🥰💖

My beloved big sis @vulpixfairy1985 deserves a special mention, as you'll find a part in this story that might remind you of her beautiful story A moment together 🤭🎈 Thank you so much for giving me permission to do so, dear sister! 💖

Without further ado: enjoy! 😄🫧💖

As always, you can continue reading under the cut! Likes, comments, kudos, reblogs and any kind of feedback is always more than welcome! 🥰💖

🫧 Bubbles of love 🫧

Mario can't stop looking at Peach.

He’s been staring at her in rapt attention for a while now. Specifically, since he’s seen her touch the Bubble Flower that has caused her familiar pink dress, which suits her so well and which Mario adores dearly, to turn a shade of purple, though not a very dark one. Peach has immediately begun to throw bubbles to catch the enemies that were stalking them, facing them without hesitation, bravely and keeping every bit of her characteristic elegance untouched.

And Mario has confirmed, once again, that he’s absolutely and irremediably in love with her.

Now, fortunately, the road they’re following is completely clear. They’ve all stopped to rest together in a clearing in Pipe-Rock Plateau, and Peach, her power-up still on, is sitting on a rock and chats absentmindedly with Toadette. Mario is not even aware that he’s smiling wider than ever as he watches her; he’s just reveling in her infinite beauty, her long golden hair and deep blue eyes that resemble two sapphires, and her gestures and expressions, never lacking in sweetness and demureness.

Mario suddenly finds himself lost in thought, his mind filling with the moments they shared together on their first visit to the Flower Kingdom a year ago. How much Peach was surprised when the Piranha Plants started singing, just before she started smiling and clapping as she let herself be carried away by the music, being the first of the whole group to do so. The various races with their friend Wiggler, with whom they had such a great time, despite the dangerousness of some of the places they ran. The unexpected Halloween-themed party they stumbled upon when they arrived at Fungi Mines. How Peach liked to chase him as they dived into Petal Isles, making reaching the finish in the watery areas a fun and always healthy competition. The catchy and lively music with which the Ninjis greeted the whole group when they arrived at their hidden disco in Sunbaked Desert and how Peach enjoyed jumping to the rhythm of their melody.

The wonderful feeling of flying away clutching his cap while Peach did the same at his side, which gave them the opportunity to share a brief moment of complicity and fun that belonged only to them.

A sigh escapes Mario's lips. What he’d give to relive all those moments with his beloved princess just one more time.

What he’d give to muster the courage to go one step further and declare his love to her at last.

A loud laugh startles him and brings him back to reality. Puzzled, he turns his head in search of the source of the laughter. He smiles immediately when he notices Daisy, who, not much farther away, pulls Luigi's hand, who is also laughing, although a little more shyly and nervously. Mario notices that both of them are also using a Bubble Flower, as evidenced by Luigi's pink shirt and hat and his green overalls and Daisy's purple dress. A sudden memory assaults Mario's mind: his little brother, completely blushing, confessing to him, without looking him in the eye, that he loves how well Daisy looks in purple, as according to him, it matches perfectly with the yellow of the edges of her skirt and with her auburn hair. And, besides, it's her favorite color.

Mario's smile is full of tenderness as he watches his beloved little brother being carried away by his fearless princess. Daisy is creating bubbles incessantly and, without letting go of Luigi's hand, she starts bouncing on them, dragging the younger plumber along with her. Mario watches them while he remembers another special occasion: that time when, after taking Luigi to Sarasaland in his Odyssey ship, he began to create bubbles near the princess' balcony to invite her and Luigi to share a moment together. Mario recalls how much fun they both had, holding hands as they danced on the bubbles, the purest and most primal happiness radiating from their every gesture and face.

Mario couldn’t be happier that they’ve decided to recreate the scene they shared back then, this time being in charge of creating the bubbles themselves. Tenderness dances in his chest as he witnesses how his twin, despite his initial insecurity and reticence, gradually gains more confidence, no doubt infected by Daisy's boldness and the self-assuredness she gives him. Mario’s heart fills with joy when a laugh finally bursts from Luigi's lips, showing that all traces of fear have been buried under layers and layers of fun and bliss.

With dreamy eyes, Mario watches as, in a matter of seconds, Luigi and Daisy are dancing in the air, holding hands and surrounded by bubbles that seem to be in tune with their movements. A giggle escapes Mario as Luigi spins Daisy around and then holds her around the waist, Daisy's arms around his neck. His little brother is quite a ladies’ man.

A soft giggle then reaches his ears. Mario's attention is immediately diverted to Peach, who, like him, looks at the couple and seems touched by the happiness they radiate. It is at that moment, watching the princess cover her mouth with her hand, always so restrained, with her golden hair falling in waves down her back and her distinctive heart-shaped bangs crowning her forehead, that Mario gets the idea.

He doesn’t miss a beat and starts turning everywhere. Fortunately, his search soon pays off: not far away, at the other end of the clearing, he spots a block that, he hopes, hides a Bubble Flower. He rushes to it without a second thought, but on the way, he’s assailed by the possibility that it’s an Elephant Fruit or a Drill Mushroom. What will he do then? His plan will only work with a Bubble Flower... Although there might be something he can do for Peach if he finds himself transformed into an elephant. After all, he's pretty good at improvising.

He stops dead in his tracks as soon as he reaches the block and looks at it while giving himself a few seconds to catch his breath. His fate is locked inside that bright yellow box with a white question mark inscribed on it. His mind tries to come up with ideas, options that he could carry out in case he doesn't receive the desired power-up, but Mario has never dealt well with uncertainty.

So, without further thought, he jumps up with his fist in the air.

A beautiful flower with a pink center in which two black eyes gleam, surrounded by purple petals which, in turn, are encircled by other petals, these of a snowy white, welcomes him.

Mario laughs and lets out a shout of victory before jumping back up, hand outstretched to touch the flower at its very center. As soon as he does, he notices how his body absorbs the power-up and performs a small spin in the air as his clothes change color, his blue overalls turning red and his shirt and cap turning pink. Before he hits the ground again, he’s already created his first bubble.

Satisfied, he quickly turns around and makes sure that Peach hasn't noticed anything, as she has resumed her conversation with Toadette. A little further on, Mario is surprised to see that, among the bubbles, Luigi and Daisy are now dancing closer than ever, their mouths very close to touching. He looks away immediately; even though they’re in a clearing with their other companions, he understands that this is a very intimate moment for his brother and the princess of Sarasaland. He tells himself that he has to remember to congratulate Luigi later, but not before teasing him a little as any good big brother would do.

Determined, Mario stands with his back to everyone and begins to carry out his plan. First he creates a huge bubble to serve as a base, and on both sides of it he places two others, also very large. He has to stifle a giggle as he realizes that he’s inadvertently formed a head that reminds him of a certain very famous mouse whose tone of voice is quite similar to his, or so he has always been told. He doesn't think there are that many similarities, but he's gotten used to the jokes.

He shrugs and continues with his task. He continues to blow and originate large bubbles that he places in the appropriate positions and climbs through them as his creation takes shape. He has no idea how long it takes him, but during that time, short or long, only he and his plan exist. He completely forgets where he is and who is around him. He can only recreate in his mind Peach's beautiful face, the living image of grace and pureness, as he works tirelessly. How will she react when she sees what he’s done? Will she be very surprised? Will she be happy?

Will she be... horrified?

Suddenly it occurs to Mario that, perhaps, what he’s doing is too bold, too obvious. He may indeed be taking a big risk. With his hand outstretched and about to blow yet another bubble, Mario thinks for a few seconds. Should he stop? Should he go on? What if it's too much?

However, he immediately shakes his head. He knows he wants to do it, no matter what, and that nothing could stop him. Not when resolve courses through his veins like a fast-flowing river and floods every corner of his body.

Besides, he loves the power of creating bubbles, bouncing on them and feeling himself fly higher and higher, and what better way to finally take the step of expressing his feelings for the princess of the Mushroom Kingdom than to use them?

Mario forces the torrent of tremendous thoughts that appear in his mind to stop and ignores the rapid beating of his heart. Firmly, he finally blows and creates a new bubble with which to perform his plan, and skillfully directs it to the point where he wants to place it.

Whatever happens next, Mario is willing to take the risk.

When, at last, he blows the last big bubble that puts the finishing touch to his work, Mario sits on it with a soft snort, eyes closed, and runs his sleeve across his forehead. He smiles absently and gives himself a few seconds to enjoy the sensation of being high up. There’s not much distance between the ground and where he stands, but it’s enough for him.

When he opens his eyes, however, his serene smile is replaced by an expression full of the most infinite surprise.

At his feet, a large part of his group of friends has gathered. The two Toads and the four Yoshis gaze at his creation with amazement gleaming on their faces. Nabbit is there too, his head tilted back so as not to miss a detail, but the scarf covering half of his face prevents Mario from reading his expression clearly. Even Luigi and Daisy have abandoned their close dance to come closer to watch, and they’re both beaming with smiles full of admiration and eyes shining with enthusiasm. When his glance meets his brother's, Mario smiles sheepishly as Luigi gives him an energetic thumbs-up while winking approvingly.

Next to his twin, Mario spots Toadette, who is clapping enthusiastically, and he waves at her quickly as his brain starts to process that, if she's there, that means...

Indeed, standing by her side is Peach herself, causing Mario's throat to suddenly go dry as his heart skips a beat.

His beloved Peach, for whom he has just built a huge heart made of bubbles.

His beloved Peach, who gazes at the result of his efforts with wide eyes as she covers her mouth with both hands.

His beloved Peach, whose sparkling sapphire eyes meet his own.

Mario is speechless. Are those... tears? He can't tell for sure, as he stands at a certain height, but he could swear he’s seen something glistening in the evening sun on the sides of his princess's beautiful eyes.

To say that his heart is bouncing in his chest would be an understatement.

Embarrassment invades Mario in a sudden surge that sweeps everything in its path. He hadn't counted on having such an audience. He had hoped it could be something private, something to share only with Peach. Of course, considering that the whole group is gathered in the middle of a clearing, he supposes it was too much to ask.

Still, the plumber puts his hand to his mouth and blows again. He sends the new bubble floating gently to Peach's very feet, and she lowers her head for a moment before raising it again, questioning him with her gaze. Despite the insecurity that always floods him when it comes to her, Mario nods, his lips drawing a nervous and somewhat crooked smile, and hurries to blow a second bubble that he also sends down, though at a slightly higher distance than the first one.

And Peach, without taking her eyes off Mario, lowers her hands to grab her purple skirts and begin the ascent.

Mario's heart swells and sings as he notices the wide, radiant smile adorning the pink lips of his beloved princess.

He forces himself to hold back a giggle of joy and keep blowing. His eyes never leave Peach's, who, in turn, can't take her eyes off him. Mario watches as his princess climbs towards him, those deep eyes getting closer and closer, her approaching him as if in slow motion. His rapid heartbeat thunders in his ears, but he’d love to continue living this moment forever, to extend it in time, to never end the sweet anticipation of knowing that, soon, his princess will be with him.

He never wants to stop looking at those eyes, which, as he very well knows, can never, ever have an owner, because of the simple fact that they’re not of this world.

However, sooner than he expected, Mario finds himself having to look up slightly, as Peach has finally reached him. They both gasp slightly, but the princess’ smile is so wide and shiny, brighter than the sun itself, that Mario doubts there can be anything in the world that would be able to erase it. He was about to create a new bubble, his hand outstretched, so instead, he extends his arm a little and offers it to Peach. She lets go of her skirts without a second thought and accepts his hand, her slender, delicate fingers resting gently on his rough, calloused palm.

Mario can hardly believe his luck.

Quickly, he leans to one side and invites Peach to sit next to him in the bubble that closes the heart, which she does with diligence and gracefulness, their hands still clasped together. The instant Mario’s brain registers that his beloved princess has just taken a seat next to him and that their fingers, despite the gloves, remain touching, he feels like he might faint. The outside world disappears completely for him, as does the entire group that continues looking at them on the ground. He barely hears, as if in the background, the voices of Luigi and Daisy as they urge the others to disperse to give the couple some privacy.

At this very moment, only he and Peach exist.

When they look at each other, she seems to want to tell him so many things. Why he has just created an entire heart made of bubbles, perhaps. Why he's invited her up, only her. “You're crazy,” even.

Peach doesn't utter a word, however. She doesn't need to, for her bright, expressive eyes speak for her. Mario senses that they’re communicating, that they’re speaking despite the absence of words, that they’re having a conversation that only they understand, a conversation that springs directly from her heart and reaches into his own.

And yet, despite this, he could never have foreseen what Peach does next.

She raises her hand, causing the touch between them to break. For Mario, it's like having a little piece of his heart ripped out, like his lungs shrinking in size. He will recover, however; for a few precious seconds he’s held his princess's hand between his fingers, and nothing can take away the joy that this brief but intense contact has caused him.

Even so, before he has time to understand what’s happening, Peach's palms rest on his cheeks, so that she’s cupping his face with infinite tenderness. Mario has just short-circuited again, so he’s unable to react. Unless melting inside and feeling his face burning like the fiercest fire counts as a reaction.

And suddenly, with the swiftness of the blink of an eye, Peach's lips land on his.

Mario's heart stops suddenly.

Suddenly he’s no longer there. Suddenly, he’s gone up to heaven and he’s not even aware that he’s done so. Suddenly, his eyes can do nothing but close, his ears cut off from the outside world, his hands rise to rest on Peach's hips with a certain possessiveness that he doesn't know where it comes from, but that he’s unable to contain.

Suddenly, Mario is in heaven and does not intend to come back down.

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chan laughed out loud while looking at his phone. “i cant believe you really tweeted this,” he showed his cellphone to you, showing the last tweet you posted on your private account.

you smiled and shrugged your shoulders, looking at your own cellphone once again. “i didn’t lie, tho.”

“i know,” chan wrapped his arm around your waist and placed a few pecks on your neck. you could feel chan smiling against your skin. “that’s what i love about you. but i hope you dont care about those comments, they’re silly and harmless. i would never have a mistress.”

chan kept kissing your neck in a playful manner. “unless you want to create a persona that is into guys who aren’t available,” you gasped and laughed while leaning back to look at his cocky smile.

“don’t even start with these nasty jokes, lee chan!” you pushed his head and he chuckled while raising his hands in surrender. “okay, okay!”

chan’s behavior soon changed into a calm one and he grabbed your hand, caressing your knuckles while looking at the promise ring he once put in your finger.

“you know, it feels surreal. looking at your hand, seeing the ring i put on your finger, knowing that one day i’ll give you two more rings,” he sighed and looked at you. “i’m really happy, yn. i’m happy that i left that company, i’m happy i didn’t become an idol, and i’m happy to have you.”

“what about being happy for becoming an important singer? soon enough you’ll be having your first tour.”

“i’m happy about that too, of course. but that wouldn’t happen if all of that crazy shit didn’t happen, don’t you agree?”

you looked at him with a small smile on your face and nodded. “you’re right. it was tough, but i’m glad it happened.”

“it put our love in game and we showed to ourselves and to the world that your love is real. now look at us, you’re a fashion designer and icon and i’m a successful singer,” chan cringed when the word ‘successful’ came out of his mouth, making you hold back a laugh. “it feels weird talking about myself like that.”

“but it’s the truth, you are successful. i always knew you would be, tho. you’re so talented, kind and charismatic. there was no way that your career as a singer would fail, especially under seungcheol’s company, he knows what he’s doing and knows what you’re capable of.”

chan felt his heart melt as he heard your words and immediately pulled you into a kiss when you finished your sentence.

“i love you. you’re more than everything to me. i promise you my heart will always be yours and yours only,” he whispered once the kiss was broken, his forehead resting against yours as you scrunched your nose while giving him your usual goofy smile that a teenager in love would give to his crush after he pecked her cheek.

“i promise you my heart will always be yours too. i love you way too much for my own good, but i like that.”

“good, you really should like that, love. now come on, let’s go out, today is a special day.”

“special day? why?”

“you’ll see.”

lua’s note: and now hss is officially complete! i want to thank yall for reading it and expressing your love towards the smau! that was the first time i got so many compliments and interactions in a project and every single time i saw a comment, a rb or an ask about the smau my heart would always melt!! i hope yall enjoyed hss, and if you want to stay tuned for my next smau ;) hope yall have the best days of your lives from now on ❤️ love you always, lua.

HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS

yn and chan date since their freshman year and are truly high school sweethearts, but will chan’s dream of becoming an idol get between their relationship?

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Hi ❤️ can I please request the prompt "And it's nights like this when I need your love" for OA please.

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Prey!Series:

Part One: Trafficking - It's during a human trafficking case that Omar meets you.

Part Two: Mentality - Omar learns more about the mentality behind human trafficking.

Part Three: One In Five - Omar makes makes a realisation.

Part Four: Free - Omar and you spend some time together.

Scars - You undress for Omar for the first time.

Something’s happened, Omar can sense it the moment he steps into the apartment. Usually the place is an array of noise, music pumping out of the kitchen speaker, your voice singing along, a couple of dance moves thrown in but tonight there’s nothing, just this oppressive silence.

“Hanna.” He calls out as he shrugs off his jacket but there’s no response.

When he steps into the kitchen he’s greeted by the sight of shattered crockery scattered across the floor, not just one plate but everything that he left drying on the draining board this morning before he left for work.

His heart pounds in his chest as he steps carefully through it, the porcelain cracking underfoot as he treads towards the living room. To his surprise there’s an empty bottle of wine resting on the coffee table, a vacant glass alongside it.

The two of you don’t drink it except for special occasions, you don’t like being out of control and the Quran prohibits him from alcohol although he slips from time to time. It’s another sign that something’s wrong in your world, that something has shaken you.

It takes a couple more minutes of searching before he realises where you are. After the attack, sometimes the world would feel too big, too bright, too overwhelming, the only place that felt safe was the bottom of your closet because you could always see what was coming through the door.

That’s where he finds you, curled up asleep under the clothes you’ve pulled down on top of you. It’s another coping mechanism, they act like a weighted blanket, making you feel safe, making you feel secure. He closes the door quietly before he sits on the edge of the bed and dials the number for your partner Sammie.

“What happened today?” He asks, his voice barely more than a whisper. “I know something did-”

And that’s when he learns what’s going on with you, why you’ve been thrust back to the night that changed your life forever.

The man that hurt you, he made a deal, he was released earlier today.

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