#i hope you make it through the book friend!!!!

[littlelamy]

Could you write a Rafe x reader fic where reader says she wants to spend more time with Rafe, but he gets upsets and says something mean in the heat of the moment. Reader is upset and stops "bothering" him and initially Rafe doesn't realise it, but he figures out you're ignoring him

Maybe with a fluffy HEA ending, but if you want to keep it angsty I'm also all for it (:

hope you like it! ⭐️ it was a quiet friday night when you finally found the courage to bring it up. things with rafe hadn’t been the same for a while. he was always out with friends or buried in work, his phone practically glued to his hand. you could see him drifting further and further away, and it left you feeling like an afterthought. you missed him, missed the little moments when he’d look at you like you were the only person in the world.

so, you decided to say something—softly, carefully—as the two of you sat on the couch with takeout boxes scattered around you.

“hey…baby,” you started, keeping your voice light. “i was thinking… it’d be nice if we could spend a little more time together, you know? just us.”

rafe barely looked up, shoveling food into his mouth. “what’re you talking about?” he mumbled through a bite. “we’re together now, aren’t we?”

you forced a smile. “yeah, but… i mean like actually spending time together. like doing something fun. or even just… talking.”

he let out an irritated sigh, setting his food down with a clatter. “are you serious right now? i’ve got so much shit to deal with, and you’re really gonna start whining about ‘spending time together’? Jesus, can you just not be so goddamn needy for once?”

the words hit you like a punch. you froze, staring at him, trying to process the fact that he’d actually said that. rafe’s face was already turned away, clearly oblivious to the way his words had cut through you.

you felt your throat tighten, but you managed to swallow back the hurt, forcing yourself not to react. the last thing you wanted was to give him more reason to see you as a burden. so, you nodded, blinking down at your food, even though you suddenly couldn’t eat a bite.

“sorry,” you whispered, more to yourself than to him. but rafe didn’t hear, or maybe he just didn’t care enough to ask you to repeat it. he’d already gone back to his phone, acting like the conversation had never even happened.

that night, you made a decision. if rafe wanted space, you’d give him space. you stopped asking him to go out with you, to spend time together, to do any of the little things you used to enjoy. when he came home late, you didn’t wait up. when he sat down on the couch, you found something else to do. if he wanted room, you’d make sure he had more than enough of it.

at first, rafe didn’t seem to notice the change. he thought you were just busy with work or hanging out with friends, maybe that you’d taken his words to heart. it wasn’t until a few days had passed that he started to feel the shift, the strange, nagging quiet in the air whenever you were around.

you were no longer the warm, lively presence you used to be, filling the silence with laughter, stories, and little gestures of affection. instead, you felt distant, almost guarded, your movements careful, like you were tiptoeing around him. you didn’t smile at him the way you used to; you didn’t light up when he came home. you’d become polite, restrained, keeping just enough distance that he felt it even when he didn’t want to.

one night, rafe came home late, expecting to see you in the living room with a book or a show. but the lights were dim, the place eerily silent, and when he checked the bedroom, you were already asleep. he stood there for a moment, feeling an odd pang of emptiness. he brushed it off, but as the days went by, the feeling gnawed at him more and more, leaving him with an ache he couldn’t ignore.

finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. one night, he found you alone in the kitchen, stirring a cup of tea with your gaze far away. he leaned against the counter, crossing his arms as he watched you, his expression unreadable.

“are you avoiding me or something?” he asked, his tone sharper than he’d intended.

you looked up, a flicker of surprise in your eyes before you masked it with a tight smile. “no, i’m not avoiding you, rafe. i just… didn’t want to bother you.”

that word—bother—hit him hard, dredging up the memory of his own callous words. he felt something twist in his chest as he realized what he’d done, how his careless anger had made you feel so small, like you didn’t even deserve to be there.

“fuck,” he muttered, raking a hand through his hair. “look, i’m sorry, alright? i was a complete asshole, princess. i was stressed, and i took it out on you, and i shouldn’t have done that.”

you shrugged, your face guarded, unreadable. “it’s fine. i get it. you’re busy, and i didn’t want to get in your way.”

“Jesus, stop saying that,” he mumbled, stepping closer, his voice softer now, almost pleading. “you’re not in my way. you’re the only person who… who makes all this shit bearable. i just didn’t see it until you started pulling away.”

for a long moment, you said nothing, just staring at him, weighing his words. finally, he took a tentative step forward, reaching for your hand. when you didn’t pull away, he felt a flicker of hope.

“let me make it up to you,” he whispered, his voice rough. “i’ll cancel my plans this weekend. we’ll do whatever you want, i swear. just… give me another chance.”

your gaze softened, and a small, hesitant smile crept onto your lips. “alright. one chance.”

he pulled you into his arms, wrapping you up in a tight embrace, his relief flooding through him. you relaxed into him, and for the first time in days, you felt the warmth return, that aching void in your chest slowly filling up again.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he murmured, his voice low, genuine. “i swear, i’ll never take you for granted again. you mean too fucking much to me.”

you let your head rest on his shoulder, feeling his heartbeat steady beneath you, his arms strong and comforting. and as he held you there, you felt the hurt start to fade, replaced by a quiet, growing hope that maybe, just maybe, things would be different this time.

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[jobean12-blog]

Adventures in Babysitting

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: You and Bucky are friends and it's clear you both want more but you fight it, scared of your feelings and ruining what you have together. But spending some quality time together can't be such a bad idea...right?

Author's Note: I just needed some fluffiness. So here we are. The little girl in this (niece) is probably around 6ish-7. Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thanks Daisy! 🥰

Warnigns: soft and sweet fluff, some flirting, tension, teasing, lots of cute.

You order your second drink from the barista and weave through the small line to get back to your table. Most of the staff here know you by name and don’t mind that you spend a few hours of your weekend morning enjoying a drink (or three) and reading.

Settling back into the chair you grab your book and try to find where you left off. The door to the shop opens and cool breeze blows in. Taking your warm cup between your fingers you lift it to your lips, hoping the heat will seep into your bones, when you hear your name.

You blink up to see Bucky standing near the counter and a different kind of warmth rushes through your body. His hair is messy, and he’s dressed in a tee shirt and sweats, as if he’s just been out for a run. Even a little sweaty, he looks better than should be allowed.

He pulls out his wallet to pay and your eyes drop automatically to the way the damp tee shirt clings to his shoulders and dips in at his waist, down to where his hip bones…

The sound of the chair scraping along the floor makes you snap your head up to meet his eyes, blue and clearly amused to have caught you ogling him.

He sits across from you, stretching his arms out on the table, and takes his time doing his own, totally blatant, inspection.

You raise a brow.

“Little chilly for a run, isn’t it?” you say.

He shrugs and takes another sip of his drink.

“Let me guess though, as usual, you’re not cold at all.”

He aims a smile at you, ignoring your teasing remark.

“So,” you start, trying again, “what are you doing here?”

His eyes sparkle and he leans forward to push the book in your hands upward, positioning it so he can see the front cover.

“Lookin’ for you doll,” he says simply before reading the title.

“Enjoying your romance?” he asks after, his smile growing wider.

It’s your turn to shrug and you place your bookmark inside the book and close it.

Under the table he stretches his long legs out in front of him and brackets each of his feet against yours, the sides of your legs touching.

“Well?” he asks again.

“I just started it. The tension is building…you know a slow burn, but I think it has potential.”

He stares at you, relaying so much in his expression: just like us?

“Want to get some dinner later?”

“Actually, I have plans,” you tell him.

His expression falls just the tiniest amount.

“Plans?”

“My brother and Marie have a wedding to go to and I promised I’d watch Samantha.”

“Babysitting!” he states. “Now that sounds fun.”

You give him a look and start to gather your things.

“I need to do a few errands before I head over.”

You stand and hook your bag over your shoulder before pushing the chair in. He stands and reaches forward to untwist the strap.

“Ok.”

You stand there, the obvious question (and tension) hanging between you.

“Do you want to babysit with me?” you ask. “Even though I’m sure you’ll find it totally boring.”

“I’ve hung out with Sam’s kids a lot. They’re fun.”

Your eyes widen slightly, and you watch the smooth line of his throat as he swallows.

“Soooo…you want to come?”

“Why not?”

“You might be bored out of your mind.”

His smile melts your insides.

“Maybe doll, but wouldn’t it be more fun if we’re bored together?”

“Are you sure?” you ask. “There will probably be tea parties, and dolls, and a makeover.”

He follows as you head toward the door and holds it open.

“Thanks,” you say.

He smiles. “I’m sure. It’s nothin’ I can’t handle.”

“Ok, great!”

“So, what time?” he asks.

“Five. And you have to bring pizza and let her do your hair if she asks.”

“You know…and I can’t believe I’m saying this, you’re a great babysitter.”

You wiggle your toes, feet propped up on the coffee table and still drying from the bright pink nail polish Samantha painted on.

Bucky grins at you from across the way where he’s sitting with Sam at a small table, in an even smaller chair, in the middle of what appears to be a very fancy tea party.

His usually soft, floppy hair is spiky now, tied up by bright hair ties in about ten tiny, crazy ponytails.

He leans toward Sam conspiratorially and shoves his thumb in your direction. “I told you she thinks I’m great.”

Sam slides some decorative barrettes into his mess of hair. “And you said cute.”

“You mean you said you’re cute,” you explain, eyeing Bucky. “I never said such a thing.”

“I never said you said it…” Bucky counters and politely thanks Sam when she gives him more tea. “But I know you’re thinking it. Especially right now.”

He throws you a little wink.

Sam smiles at Bucky then at you.

“I think he looks cute!” she says sweetly.

You stand and walk over to them, kissing the top of Sam’s head and without thinking, brushing a finger over a piece of Bucky’s hair that’s come loose.

“Well, you definitely get points for being a good sport.”

You expect him to shoot back with some snarky comment about “points” meaning a blow job or something, but instead he just says, “I’m havin’ fun doll.”

“Do you want more tea?” Sam asks you.

“No thanks baby. It’s getting late and I don’t want to drink anymore. It might keep us up.”

“Well,” she starts with some sass, “I’m not tired.”

She turns back to her dolls and then adds, “and I want to keep playing with Bucky. Don’t you think he’s nice?”

Bucky snickers and you lightly smack the back of his head but before you can answer Sam she continues with another addition to Bucky’s lovely attributes.

“And cute?”                                     

You kneel down beside her, smoothing your hands over her cheeks.

“He is nice,” you say.

“And?”

Her sweet voice once again has some sass.

“And cute,” you add with a roll of your eyes.

Bucky’s eyes light up in triumph and you can’t stop your smile.

“It’s late. Let’s get ready for bed.”

Her lip sticks out and her eyes grow wide.

“But I’m sure Bucky can come back and play again soon. And I’ll bet we can get him to read you a story before bed.”

That seems to placate her for the moment, and she says, “we’re going to watch Moana. He pinky promised.”

You turn to Bucky. “You pinky promised?”

He gives you a heart stopping smile.

“Guess we’re watching some Moana before bed,” you concede.

Sam agrees to pajamas and teeth brushing before the movie. The three of you settle onto the couch, Sam in Bucky’s lap and you, at her insistence, next to them. Right next to them. You’re all three crammed into one corner and she allows him to take out the hair ties and barrettes with little fuss if he promises to wear his Barbie necklace and never take it off. Ever.

Bucky agrees steadfastly and Sam beams up at him, resting her head on his chest and reaching for his hand.

He’s solid and warm at your side, and it takes a few minutes to get her settled, but soon she’s snuggled up and rather pleased with herself.

Her hand looks positively tiny in his and you keep blinking down to it, marveling at how much bigger he is than her and how absolutely soft and gentle he’s being.

You try desperately to pay attention to the movie. You love Moana. But it’s hard to follow along amid the internal crisis you’re having over his holding her hand and snuggling with her. It’s not sexy. Not sexy at all.

Some time later, Bucky’s voice breaks into your thoughts: “I think she’s out doll.”

You look over to meet his eyes, and in the low light flickering from the TV he’s all sharp jawline and lush lips. The ends of his dark lashes glow against the screen.

“Is she asleep?” he asks you.

You blink out of your stupor before you understand what he’s asking and lean forward to check. Sure enough, her eyes are closed, her breaths soft and even.

“Yep, out like a light. Nice work.”

“I do make a pretty good bed,” he smirks. “But I’m sure the two slices of pizza and cookies did most of the work.”

“No really, “you whisper. “This whole night…you’re amazing. You waltz in here with dinner and cookies and your dreamboat smile, all sweet and charming. You made this whole thing easy. Well done Barnes.”

“You think I’m charming?” he says, and grins.

The light from the TV accents the way his face softens then he smiles, and you have to look away.

“Is that all you took out of that whole thing” you ask.

“I also got sweet, dreamboat…easy.”

You laugh, rubbing a hand over your face. “Of course you did.”

Bucky chuckles softly and rearranges Sam on his lap.

“But really, this was fun. “Sam is a real cutie, and you know I love hangin’ out with you.”

You swallow and try to make sense of what you’re feeling, wanting to explain it to him.

A beat of silence passes between you, and he looks over at the TV. You know you’ve been quiet too long when he clears his throat and shifts next to you.

The air between you is crackling with charge and you’re finding it difficult to deal.

He leans in and tilts his head to look at you. You shift forward and he’s so close, close enough that you can feel each breath and count the tiny patches of gray hairs that line his cheek. His eyes drop to your mouth and back up and he’s asking if this is okay, giving you time to close the distance or pull away.

You want to kiss him.

It takes the smallest effort on your part before you feel him, the barest brush of his lips, the slight catch in his breath against your own. He smells like the six chocolate chip cookies he ate after dinner, and your mouth nearly waters, imagining how good he’ll taste.

Without thinking you close your eyes and part your lips and…

Sam makes a small sound in her sleep and says your name.

You and Bucky exhale like you’ve been holding your breath, before he sits back, pushing a hand through his hair.

“Am I an awful person that I would have given her a thousand bucks to sleep for ten more minutes?” he asks.

Your heart is pounding in your chest, and you laugh. “Only ten?”

He stares at you, watching you settle back against the couch. After a few minutes you feel his finger brush absently along your wrist.

You wonder if his fingers itch like yours whenever he’s around, or if he feels the same tug-of-war inside his chest.

Unable to control the nerves firing rapidly inside your brain you make your hand move, keeping your eyes straight ahead and focused on the TV while turning your palm over and twisting your fingers with his.

He tightens his grip.

Sam is softly breathing with her head resting against your shoulder and after only a few moments of hesitation, you feel Bucky do the same.

The weight of him next to you, so strong and warm, feels comfortable and safe, and soon your eyelids droop. You sink farther into the couch and Bucky, falling asleep to the sounds of The Rock singing, “you’re welcome.”

It can’t be too long after when the front door opens. You vaguely hear footsteps and blink several times before you can make out your brother standing in front of you, holding his phone in his outstretched arm.

“What are you…are you taking a picture?” you ask, voice groggy.

“Do you have any idea how cute you two are?” he asks, looking at this phone before turning the screen toward you.

“That’s super-creeptastic bro.”

You feel Bucky stir next to you and he sits up with a start.

“Relax Barnes,” you brother says. “I’m not gonna beat you up for catching you with the babysitter.”

You realize that you and Bucky are still holding hands, and you pull yours away, ignoring the way you can still feel his palm against your own.

“Really creepy,” you say, gently handing over Sam to your brother.

“How was she?” he asks, smoothing her hair.

“An angel, like always. But she might be marrying Bucky. So, there’s that.”

Your brother laughs. “She could do a lot worse,” he says, then motions that he’s going to put her to bed.

You say goodbye and Bucky walks you out to your car. You stand across from each other, pretending that you didn’t just barely kiss and that you weren’t holding hands. Regardless, things feel calm and safe.

It’s dark and you fumble for the door handle, opening the car to set your bag down inside. When you turn, Bucky takes your hand, looking down at the way it fits in his.

“I had a lot of fun doll. Thanks for letting me hang.”

“Are you kidding? This was the best. Thanks for coming.”

It looks like he’s about to ask you something but then thinks better of it and instead leans in to place a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Text me when you get home, yeah?”

“Sure,” you answer.

On impulse, you cup his face and stretch to place the lightest kiss on his warm lips.

Stunned, he just stands there, watching as you step back and fight a smile.

His eyebrows slowly rise.

“Doll, you just kissed me.”

“Only a tiny kiss.” You smile up at him and notice the way his eyes flicker to your lips.

He doesn’t move away and instead takes a small step forward, pushing your back against your car door.

Your hand comes up from your side, moving along his chest and around to grab the back of his neck.

“Doll?”

You pull, stretching at the same time and bringing your mouth just a breath away from his.

“Are you…?”

“Just kiss me?” you whisper.

Your fingers tangle in the hair at the back of his neck and you trail kisses along his jaw, soft and hesitant.

His illusion of restraint shatters and he takes your face in both hands and with a groan, presses his lips against yours. He tilts your head, feeling the clench of your hands in his hair, and steps closer, sliding his hands down your back.

He tugs you as close as possible, lining all your softness up with the hard planes of his body.

When he pulls back he’s breathing heavily and he cradles your face in his hands, softly brushing his thumbs over your cheeks.

“Can I…?” he murmurs against your lips.

“Do you want…?” you whisper at the same time.

He smiles and it’s so sincere, crinkling the corners of his eyes and making you swoon.

“Yeah. Yeah I do doll.”

He kisses you again, his lips lingering before he asks, “my place or yours?”

[yelenasdiary]

Little Spidey

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Spider-Woman! Reader

Summary: After coming home from a long mission, you struggle to accept a little shift in your relationships. 

Angst, Comfort, Fluff

Warnings: Brief mentions depression & loneliness | 1.3K

AC: Wrote this for my good friend, @scarletwidowblackwitch ! so sorry it took me forever to get this one out for you! I hope you enjoy! x 

Your apartment was quiet while you lay in bed staring at the roof, usually your roommates, Peter and Kate would be making so much noise that a sleep in was almost non-existent in the small apartment. The time on your phone reading, 10:16am reminded you just how hungry you were. After getting home rather late last night, sliding through the door without making a sound, careful not to wake your roommates, you took a shower and fell as the second your head hit the pillow. 

You wandered into the kitchen, the two friends of yours leaving it how they normally did. Their breakfast dishes in the sink, crumbs from the cereal box on the countertop along with some small droplets of milk. You shook your head with a soft, amused smile on your lips as you reached for a wash cloth to clean up after them. 

After breakfast, you showered and gave your suit a quick steam before you picked up your phone, the weather was beautiful today, the sun kissing the city of New York with its warm touch made you think about a nice catch up with you a friend or two in Central Park. You called Wanda first, knowing just how much she loved getting a latte and some fresh air but your call went to voice mail, maybe she was on a mission you thought. 

Next you tried your roommate, Kate but no answer then you tried your luck with Peter. 

“Hey, Y/n, what’s up?” The young adult happily asked. 

“I just wanted to know if you were busy? Thought we could grab a smoothie and hang out?” You replied. 

“Wait, when did you get back? I thought you were still on that big job?”

“Uh, last night. I didn’t want to wake you or Kate, so I was pretty quiet” you lightly chuckled. 

“Welcome back! I would hang out today but Tony’s got me doing training in this new suit he made me, can we do a rain check?” He questioned with doubt in his voice. 

“Of course, let me know whenever you’re free” you did your best to sound unbothered before Peter said he’d text you before hanging up the line. You let out a light sigh before you checked the Avengers app that Tony created to keep up with who was on missions and to no surprise, Natasha was on a mission, Bucky was on a mission, Steve was with Bucky, Sam was booked for training, Tony was with Peter and Kate was with Clint on someday training trip. With that information, you tossed your phone on your freshly made bed and decided to go to the gym for an hour or so. 

As the days went by, you couldn’t help the negative thoughts that dawned on you. Almost everybody had returned from their missions and were staying at the compound to catch up on mission reports. You joined them all at the compound but the quietness that you woke up too days before still lingered. You wondered if you were annoying those around you, your text messages went unread, or you only got short replies back. Plans to catch up went abandoned leaving you alone while your insecurities dawned on you. 

A week has floated by you while you did your best to keep yourself distracted from the loneliness that crept into the apartment, your roommates barely coming home for more than a nights sleep. The apartment still quiet over your favorite playlist that played in the background, nothing on the streaming apps seemed interesting enough to keep the silence from becoming louder at night. Rubbish from your favorite almost overflowing the bin in the kitchen reminding you to take it out in the morning. 

You were getting yourself ready for bed when you heard a knock at the door, you couldn’t help but sigh lightly thinking it was probably the elderly neighbor with some gossip of yet another delinquent hanging around, suspiciously. You opened the door only to be met with the familiar green eyes and locks of red hair that you had missed dearly. 

“Y/n! you’re back?!” Beamed Natasha as her eyes lit up, “nobody told me you were back, and I lost my freaking phone” she adds. 

You give her a weak smile, knowing she probably wasn’t even here to see you in the first place. “I guess everybody has been busy, are you here to see Kate or Peter?” You asked causing Nat to frown slightly. “I needed to speak to Kate about something, but I don’t care about that, it can wait” she replied, giving you a soft smile, “my detka is home” she added. 

The pet name getting the better of you as you felt your cheeks get warm. Natasha wrapped her arms around you and gently pulled you in for a hug, “I missed you so much” she said in an almost whisper. You felt yourself practically melt into her hold, missing the way her arms always felt like home. Her dark rose scented perfume leaving its mark on your clothing, a smell you forgot just how much you missed. 

“Why don’t you come stay at mine tonight?” Your girlfriend asked, pulling back to look you in the eyes ones more. Her highly trained skills to read people never failed her when it came to you, she saw past the weak smile and the sadness in your eyes no matter how much you thought you were good at hiding. “I don’t know, I don’t wanna be a burden” you confessed to the widow. 

“A burden? Honey, you could never be a burden. Besides we both know I have the best fluff blankets” She says, gently cupping your face before planting a soft kiss on your lips, “and maybe you can tell me what’s got my little Spidey so down” she adds. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle ever so lightly at the nickname, “are you sure?” You asked, needing reassurance. 

“Detka, if you think I’m leaving you alone, think again” she smirks.

“Let me go pack my overnight bag, come in” you smile softly as she walks in, closing the door behind her. 

“Why don’t you pack a little more than just one bag?” The widow suggested. 

You stopped in your tracks halfway down the hall, turning to face her once more, “Nat, I can’t just leave without telling Peter and Kate” you reply, “Rent is due next week, it wouldn’t be fair” 

Natasha shrugged, “I’ll cover it and I think they would understand but if you’re not ready for that step it’s okay, I can wait” 

You took a moment to think about her idea, you wanted nothing more to be able to spend more time with your girlfriend, especially after being away from her for so long but the guilt of leaving your roommates so suddenly dawned on you. “I would love too but I really, really don’t want to be a burden on you just because I’ve had a few lousy days” 

Natasha, walking towards you reached out to hold your hand, “it’s not a burden to spend your life with somebody you care about. Change can be scary, but we all need it. Peter and Kate can find another roommate if they want, they’ll be okay. I really just want to share everything moment with you” she says, looking into your eyes while silence filled the room for you to think a little more. 

“I guess I could talk to Kate and Peter tomorrow” 

“That’s my little Spidey” Natasha smiles, “now you’ll be able to hear me complain about my cooking every night” she adds with a playful wink causing you to chuckle once more. 

“Don’t worry Romanoff, I won’t let you burn the house down” you reply as she wraps her arms around you once more, “oh come on, the kitchen caught on fire once” she says, rolling her eyes. 

“Once is more than enough” you smile before her lips find yours again.

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[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 85 (Searching for Rafa Bonilla)

cw: mentions underage trafficking, drug smuggling

Conrad looked for Rafa Bonilla between his regular cases at the precinct, following clues and booking suspects to keep his captain satisfied. A few months into his search he finally located one of Rafa's known associates, according to police reports.

He called Heather, tapping his fingers against the desk. "Hey, you've reached Heather's phone. It's either the middle of the night or I'm with a patient, so leave a message and I'll call you back."

"Hey, it's me. I was hoping to talk to you, but I've got to work a little late tonight. I'll make it up to you. I'm sorry. I love you."

He drove outside Brindleton Bay to greet the man who thought he had everyone fooled with his chess mentorship program. It would be less than thirty minutes before his students - mostly children - started showing up for their scheduled lesson in the park, so Conrad knew he had to work fast. He shuddered as he got closer to him, and not just because it was freezing outside.

"Jimmy Stefano," he said, dropping his voice an octave to sound serious.

"Not lately," mused the man with a laugh. "Who's asking?" He turned to face the voice who knew his old identity. "You? They said you were a cop now. No surprise they never let you work our cases."

Conrad knew they had no time for small talk and he whipped out his cuffs. "You're under arrest for aiding and abetting a known fugitive."

"You can't be serious! Who?"

"Rafael Bonilla."

Jimmy's face went white, but he stopped resisting. As Conrad cuffed him, he asked, "Are you taking me in to help San Myshuno PD, or did she call you?"

Conrad scoffed. "She who?"

Jimmy laughed. "She told both of us sweet nothings, old friend. You were just dumb enough to believe them."

"Shut up and get in the cruiser."

Back at the station, Jimmy looked around the interrogation room in his orange jumpsuit once Conrad booked him. "Aren't you going to need the cameras on to record your attempt at my confession?"

"I want you to speak freely, Stefano. Tell me everything you know."

Jimmy eyed him suspiciously. "You're not working with San Myshuno PD at all, are you."

"I didn't stage an elaborate arrest just to scare you. I still plan to file a report after you and I catch up. Just talk."

"She really did get to you. Are you trying to let her ruin your life again?"

"Where the hell is Rafa?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen him in two years, when the last job we did together went bad. I assumed his sister told him to run since the charges he's facing are so serious."

"She doesn't know where he is."

"I'm sure she told you that. Did she tell you she was done with Los Tigres, too?"

Conrad flinched, and Jimmy raised an eyebrow.

"I'm happy with my chess students, but I can't get out now. When you walked, I should've joined you, but I didn't have your father's connections at the police station to keep me out of jail."

"I wasn't even there that night, but you gave them my name."

"Yeah, I did, because you walked before you even got started. Los Tigres only let you live because you became a cop and they didn't need the heat. I don't know what she told you, but if you think Ximena's turned over a new leaf and is done smuggling for the cartel, you're an idiot. She just uses new aliases these days."

Conrad breathed in through his nose. "If I turn the cameras on, will you avoid mentioning our history while you tell me what Ximena's still doing with the cartel?"

"What's in it for me, Sargent?"

"If it comes to it and you're telling the truth, I only want Ximena. As long as Los Tigres doesn't get caught up in anything at the Brindleton docks, I've got no reason to open up a window to the past. You should think about moving on, too. Turn that chess mentorship program into more than just a front."

Jimmy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Some of us are lifers, you know."

Conrad hit record while Jimmy told him everything he knew about Ximena's past - how she escaped being trafficked in her teens by offering to run drugs for Los Tigres de Selva, working her way up to running an entire operation moving drugs from Selvadorada to San Myshuno, through Britechester, and back again. Her associates called her The Chameleon because of how often she changed her hair.

She'd been arrested but never did hard time, with those who worked under her often taking the fall, instead - like Jimmy Stefano. Twice. Ximena kept herself just clean enough to avoid prison, and dragged her brother into the same life. "Rafa and I used to pose as Simlandian military to run product for his sister, but he never got caught for that," Jimmy said.

"When was the last time you worked for her?"

"Four months ago."

Conrad led him through several questions, showing copies of Ximena's old police reports. When they'd finished, he released Jimmy Stefano. It didn't satisfy him to send a known smuggler back to the streets, but he'd gained some incriminating evidence against Ximena, at the very least. He was beginning to think he might need it, eventually.

He headed home in darkness, and his mind raced with possibilities. Could Ximena's activities have led directly to her brother's disappearance? Who were her enemies these days?

He tried to call her, against his better judgment, but she didn't pick up her phone. He hung up before the voicemail kicked in.

When he walked in the door, he found six-year-old Ash on the floor, working on a castle diorama for extra credit at school. He knelt down to help him without even changing out of his work clothes. "Can you help me with the small pieces? Mommy won't let me use better scissors, but my kid scissors barely cut anything!"

He grinned. Grateful for the distraction, Conrad pulled out an instruction booklet tucked under the edge of the box. "Of course. What did you need me to cut?"

"Just these windows," he said. "They're too small. And can you measure to make sure my towers are big enough? I want the biggest towers of the whole class! Like the Spire Tower!"

"Tallest towers, can do. Hey, did you want to use this lump of clay for anything?" (Finally, the clay comes out at a sensible moment!!)

"Yeah! Moat mud! And we could use real water!"

"Your mom won't be very happy if we make real mud in the house, buddy."

Heather walked into the room then, kneeling down next to them to play with Gord. "Please don't make real mud. Why don't you use the clay to mould a base for the castle?"

"Good idea, Mommy! Can we have pancakes for dinner tomorrow night? I've been thinking about pancakes all day!"

"I can make you pancakes for dinner, but your mom and I won't be here to eat them with you," said Conrad. "Tomorrow night, I'm taking your mom on a date."

"What's a date?"

"It's when people who like each other hang out," Heather said.

Ash's eyes grew wide. "Is there kissing?"

Conrad grinned. "There might be. What do you know about kissing?"

He paused. "Nothing, I guess. Scotti Holiday says it's like eating faces, but why would people who like each other eat their faces?"

Heather laughed. "Don't worry, Conrad's not going to eat my face. Are you almost finished with your diorama for the night? It's getting late and you should get to bed soon."

"Just a little while longer, Mommy. Please! I'm not tired and I'm almost done!"

When he and Conrad had finished, they displayed the excellent diorama on a kitchen countertop until Ash could take it to school in the morning. Before he went to bed, Conrad went upstairs to check on his sleeping baby girl.

Intuitive to his human's growing stress level, no matter how well he hid it from everyone else, Gord followed him. ->

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[redrose10]

Could you do arranged marriage with yoongi, prompt 68, and a happy ending🥺

I hope this is okay!

<Fire & Ice>

Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, hints of cheating, slightly suggestive, mentions of being drunk

#68 “Seems like you have to sleep here tonight”

When you first entered into an arranged marriage with Min Yoongi you did your best to try and make it work. Sure it wasn’t ideal and you would’ve rather fallen in love on your own terms but it was done and over with and you were determined to try your best and make things work.

The first time he broke you down though was on your wedding night. His parents had rented a large suit at the most luxurious hotel in the city so that the two of you wouldn’t have to travel far after the reception. You were nervous but hopeful and maybe even a little excited. You changed out of your big ball gown of a dress and were waiting on the bed for Yoongi. When the door finally swung open you perked up a little only to be shot down when he grabbed his clothes and told you he had booked his own room to sleep in and then left without sparing you a glance. You spent your wedding night cold and alone in a king size bed while your new husband was doing who knows what. A crack formed in your heart that night.

The next time he chipped away at that crack was a few months later. It was his birthday and you had spent the entire day cooking all of his favorite foods. It was a lot of work but you really wanted to impress him. He told you he’d be home at his normal time so the table was set and you had changed into a nice dress and had lit some candles. You waited and waited and thirty minutes late turned into two hours late turned into six hours late. Finally around 2am he came walking through the door completely ignoring you and all of the food that was now cold and ruined. After questioning him he let you know that his friends threw him a surprise party that you apparently had never been made aware of and he forgot to tell you he was going to be home late. He tried to apologize but you fought back tears as you shoved his present into his chest and stormed off to your bedroom. The crack in your heart grew quite a bit that night.

There were other things that chipped away at it here and there. Hurtful words and spiteful glares. The few times you would go out of your comfort zone and wear something to try and get his attention but he’d never do more than look in your direction before turning his attention elsewhere. There was the way he always introduced you simply by your name, never Mrs. Min or even My Wife. It made you feel like he didn’t want people to know.

There were moments of positivity though. The two of you talked a little bit. You both had a love for music which started many conversations. He sent you roses on your birthday. And you swore he showed the tiniest bit of jealousy when you ran into your physical trainer, Jungkook. You couldn’t quite make it out but you know you heard him mumble something about how he could have muscles like that if he really wanted to before telling you the car was ready even though it wasn’t and you two had to stand outside in the rain for an extra ten minutes. You got the feeling he just wanted to get you away from Jungkook.

One evening though, he finally shattered your heart beyond repair. Another night where he came home way later than he should have. You heard a loud crash in the living room followed by lots of giggles. You rush out there and found him stumbling around drunk out of his mind after having knocked over a vase. His two friends, Namjoon and Jimin, were off to the side not completely sober themselves but seemingly more coherent than your husband was.

Yoongi coming home drunk wasn’t anything knew or shocking. You were used to it by now. So you didn’t think twice when you went to help him up and get him in bed only to be stopped when you saw the large purple and red bruise on this neck. You threw his arm down like it had electrocuted you.

It had always been in the back of your mind that he was possibly cheating. You two had been together for many many months at this point never having done anything like that and it was starting to affect even you. You always pushed those thoughts away though but here was the evidence right in front of you.

Yoongi was too drunk to defend himself. Jimin and Namjoon begged you to listen to them as they could explain what happened but you didn’t care to hear it.

You stormed off back to your room leaving Yoongi passed out on the living room floor and his friends to sneak out knowing there was going to be a fight. That was the moment you fully closed yourself off from him and decided that you two were nothing more than business partners for photo-ops and charity events.

You spent the next year barely speaking or even seeing each other. The first couple weeks

Yoongi tried to explain what happened but you were having no part of it so eventually he gave up. You had bought your own apartment on the other side of the city and only interacted with him at events and family get togethers.

And then one day yours and his parents dropped a huge bombshell that you were not expecting. They wanted to know why the two of you had not produced an heir yet. You couldn’t help but laugh because the two of you were barely even on speaking term so how were you supposed to start a family. That opened up a whole bunch of questions from your families leading to them suggesting the two of you needed to spend time together to try and work on your relationship. It was non-negotiable and before you knew it plans were made and plane tickets were booked against your will.

And that’s how you found yourself alone with Yoongi in a snow covered cabin up in the mountains several hours away from your home.

“I am not sleeping in the same bed as you.”, you spat after you found out it was a one bedroom home.

“Okay sleep outside in the snow then. I don’t really care Y/N.”, he mumbled walking out of the bedroom.

You rolled your eyes but had already accepted that you would be spending a sleepless few nights on the couch because you refused to give in.

After the long trip all you wanted was a hot shower and to get into your comfy pjs so that’s what you did. By the time you were finished the cabin was filled with a heavenly aroma and you found Yoongi in the kitchen. There were two plates of food sitting on the counter. He had made your favorite. When he noticed you he gently slid one over in your direction and for the first time since the beginning of your marriage you felt something other than disdain for him. But you weren’t going to let him know that.

“Are you trying to poison me?”, you questioned.

“Eat it or don’t. It doesn’t matter to me.”

You felt a little bit of guilt watching him grab his plate and sulk over to the table. Quietly you took the second plate and joined him. You both sat in silence with him scrolling on his phone and you just staring at the snow falling outside the window. It seemed like a blizzard was forming as the snow fall had picked up quite a lot since you arrived.

“It’s snowing quite a bit. I hope we don’t loose power.”, you whispered while somewhat trying to gage his reaction to you speaking to him.

He nodded, “yeah I hope not.”

And as if the universe was playing a joke on you the lights flickered once…twice…and then the entire cabin went dark.

“You have to be kidding me.”, Yoongi grumbled before getting up to look for the fuse box.

While he was gone you got a notification from the rental company letting you know there was a power outage in the area due to the snow storm and the current time estimate for it to be fixed was at least 48 hours.

When Yoongi returned you showed him the text which only soured his mood more. He walked into the bedroom and returned a few minutes later bundled up in several layers.

“Where are you going?”, you asked concerned.

“Well without electricity we won’t have any heat. I saw an ax on porch. I’m gonna go chop some wood so that we can build a fire to keep warm.”

“Okay let me get dressed and I’ll come help you.”, you said already walking towards the bedroom. He stopped you furiously shaking his head, “No absolutely not.”

You felt a little hurt that he was so adamant against you going with him but you also knew you couldn’t really blame him either so you stopped your movements as he asked.

He must’ve noticed your reaction because he cleared his throat, “It’s cold and dangerous out there. Just stay in here and enjoy the warmth before it’s gone. I shouldn’t be long.”

You nodded and watched as he closed the door behind him.

You had gotten all the dishes cleaned up and were waiting around for Yoongi. He had been gone quite a while and you were starting to get worried. So you decided to get dressed and were about to head out when he came walking him struggling to get the door to close behind him thanks to the wind. His cheeks were flushed bright red from the cold as he dropped several logs of wood into the fireplace. Within a few minutes he had a fire going that slowly filled the room with much needed warmth.

The two of you sat on the couch in silence just watching the flames move and listing to the crackling of the fire.

After some time Yoongi left and returned with several pillows and blankets. He started laying them out in front of the fire place.

“Seems like you’ll have to sleep here.”, he said looking at you, “We’ll both have to sleep here.”

Your first instinct was to argue against it but then you felt a chill down your spine and you knew you would never make it through the night in the bedroom. So you nodded and joined him underneath your own blanket while he had his and you still made sure there was a considerable distance between the two of you.

The soft glow and the sounds provided by the fire were comforting and you could feel yourself slipping off to sleep fairly quickly until you heard Yoongi shift beside you for probably the hundredth time.

“Yoongi are you okay?”, you asked half concerned half annoyed.

“Yeah sorry. It’s just still so cold it’s hard to get comfy.”

You thought for a moment before taking a deep breath, “D-Do you want to get under the same blanket? We can use our combined body heat to keep warm.”

He became so quiet and still you almost felt embarrassed for even asking until he nodded and lifted up his blanket to give you space to get underneath it.

There was an immediate increase in warmth but you thought it was probably thanks to your body’s rising temperature from being so close to Yoongi.

The room returned to a noticeable silence until it was Yoongi who cleared his throat, “Y/N can I tell you something?”

“Mmhm.”, you nodded.

He took a deep breath, “I’ve never cheated on you.”

You were surprised he was bringing this up so nonchalantly and out of nowhere.

He continued, “That night…That night when I came home drunk and I had that bruise it wasn’t what you think. I was out having some drinks and there was this guy. He came up to me and was talking all this shit about me and my family and stuff. I tried to ignore him. But then…then he called you a gold digging whore and he said he’d take you off my hands for $5 because that’s all you were worth. I got pissed that he was talking about you like that and punched him and then there was a fight and I got hit with something. Maybe a glass or something. I don’t even know what it was but that’s where the bruise came from.”, he stayed silent for another moment, “I know I wasn’t the best husband from the start but I would never and have never been unfaithful to you.”

His words replayed over and over in your mind.

“I just want to say I’m sorry for how I treated you. I was angry and hurt that I wasn’t given a choice in this whole situation but you were the last person I should’ve taken it out on.”, he sighed before continuing, “I just wanted to put that out there. It’s bothered me for a long time and I figured since there’s nothing else to do right now I could take the time to finally say it.”

Your heart was racing as you fidgeted with your sweatshirt.

“I’m sorry too. I should have at least let you explain yourself before completely shutting you out.”, you whispered feeling a little bit guilty, “I just wanted you to give me…to give us a chance and I was hurt that you wouldn’t.”

The room fell into another silence other than the crackling of the fire but this time it was a little less tense.

“M-maybe we should start over. I promise I can be a good husband.”, Yoongi said after a while.

“You did build us a pretty nice fire so that’s pretty good husband stuff.”, you replied trying to lighten the mood a little. He chuckled, “Yeah that’s just the beginning of the things I can do for you.”

You smiled, “Okay let’s start from the beginning.“

He nodded before searching for your hand underneath the blanket. When he finally found it you intertwined your fingers with his.

“Y/N, will you marry me?”, he asked.

“I mean yes but I don’t think we need to start over that far back.”, you giggled as he squeezed your had.

“Yeah how far back should we go?”, he questioned.

You bit your lip debating your next move, “Well how about our wedding night?”

Yoongi chuckled before pulling you into a kiss, “Yeah I think that’s a good place to start.”

[jjonglemons]

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Don't Speak

part one

song for chapter link - here is part two of my dream inspired story!

Summary: you’ve been friends with mingi for a while now. finally, you’ve confessed your feelings and it seems like he feels the same… but not without complications.

WC: 2.3k

Tags: smut, fratboy!mingi, fem!reader, angst, some fluff, car sex, praise, oral, come eating

It was driving you crazy not hearing from Mingi. By the third day of being ghosted, you should have given up. But you didn’t. Maybe it was a trauma response from your past, having always ended up in codependent situations, or maybe there was just something deeper and logical as to why he was avoiding you that you didn’t know of yet and could sense. Maybe it was both. Even Hongjoong took notice, trying extra hard to distract you from your distress, which helped momentarily, but not enough. 

In a moment of frustration, you pulled out your phone and recorded a voice message for Mingi. “Fuck you,” you seethed into the microphone, “you’re such a dick, Mingi. I hope you know that,” you swore. “Ugh! Quit avoiding me already!” 

You meant to delete it, but instead you accidentally hit send. “Oh, fuck,” you groaned, burrying your head into the couch pillow. “This is wonderful,” your voice dripped with sarcasm. You decided to read a book to distract yourself from your horrible error, hoping that Mingi would somehow not receive the message.

“Y/N,” Hongjoong sighed, plopping down on the couch beside you a few minutes later. “I know you’ve been coming here every night in hopes of running into Mingi…”

“And what about it?” You snapped, glancing up from your book. Hongjoong winced slightly at your sharp tone, and you immediately felt remorseful. “Sorry,” you apologised, “I just… I don’t know, Joongie. I know he does this to a lot of people he fucks, and I’m fucking pissed, obviously. But it just feels like there’s a reason beyond him just being an ass as to why he does it.”

“He is an ass.”

“Joong,” you whined, “then why the hell are you friends with him!?”

“Fair enough,” he said, “he’s actually a great guy, he’s just going through a lot.”

You narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“It’s not my place to tell you,” Hongjoong responded, standing up from the couch.

“W-wait!” You tried to call after him, but he kept walking towards his bedroom. “Dammit,” you hissed. Now you really had to find him so you could talk.

It’s not like you and Mingi were the best of friends, but the number of your interactions with each other certainly amounted to a level of friendship, and one high enough to take interest in him on a deeper level.

Deciding you felt too claustrophobic inside of the house, you settled on going for a walk outside. You knew of a nice spot nearby that overlooked the town with a mountainous backdrop. It was where you’d often go to think when times were rough. 

“Later, Joongie,” you shouted before exiting the house and slamming the door shut behind you.

Once at the clearing, you sat against a tree stump. You closed your eyes, breathing deeply for a few moments to create a sense of calm. It was short lived, because you heard distant chatter that began to increase in volume with each passing moment.

“I told you, I’m fucking done!” The lower voice hissed. It sounded oddly familiar…

“Shut up, we’re not done until I say we are,” the second voice, more higher pitched, threatened.

“Why the fuck did you follow me all the way here, Violet?” The first voice seethed, “don’t you know how boundaries fucking work?”

Then it hit you. It was Mingi talking, to whomever this Violet person was. You peered up from your spot on the stump, careful not to make your presence known. You were far enough away and blocked well by your position against the tree that they would have to look extra hard to notice you. When you saw the two figures, you took note of the woman that was beside Mingi. You’d seen her around campus before, but never around Mingi. Is she his girlfriend? You questioned, watching the scene before you. She was trying to latch onto him, but he kept refusing.

“Please,” Mingi sighed, feeling defeated, “just go home.”

“Mingi,” Violet whined, “c’mon, don’t be like that! We can work this out.”

“I said no!” Mingi responded, with as much force as he could muster.

There was a long pause before Violet spoke again. “Okay.” It seemed like she finally got the memo. “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“No the fuck you won’t.”

Violet laughed loudly, “Why haven’t you reported me already if you hate me so much?”

“You know damn well you’d find a way to get to me regardless, so why the fuck would I bother?”

An almost sinister smile spread across Violet’s lips before she turned from Mingi and began to walk away. “Later, Ming.” She sang.

Once Violet drove away, Mingi let out a long, deep exhale. “Fucking hell,” he muttered, kicking the rocks angrily at his feet. He took a seat on the nearby bench, burying his face into his hands out of frustration.

Slowly, you emerged from your spot, quietly stepping towards him. “Mingi?” You whispered softly, being careful not to scare him.

He jumped slightly, looking up at you who was now standing in front of him. “Y/N?” He asked, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“I was just relaxing over there,” you pointed at the tree stump a few feet away, “then I heard you and that girl talking, I think you said her name was Violet?”

His face paled, a frown forming at his lips. “Yeah. Violet.” 

“Are you okay?” you questioned, taking a seat beside him, “the conversation seemed… intense.”

He sighed. “I will be. She just won’t leave me alone and I don’t know what to do. She always finds a way to insert herself back into my life.”

“May I ask who she is?” 

“She’s my ex.”

“Oh.” You both fell quiet, the only sound coming from the rustling leaves of the trees surrounding you. After a few moments, you spoke again. “Is she why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yeah,” Mingi nodded, sprawling himself out across the bench with a loud exhale, “but it’s not for the reason you’re probably thinking.”

Admittedly, you were thinking he had been cheating on her this whole time. But after seeing how they interacted, it definitely seemed like that wasn’t the reason.

“What’s the reason, then?”

“Since we broke up last year, every time I’ve tried to be with someone else, she pries and manipulates so they’ll leave,” he spat. “She’s always trying to control me, refusing to believe that we’re no longer together.”

You frowned, taking in his words with concern. “That sounds awful,” you said empathetically.

“It is,” Mingi groaned. “No one has ever given me the chance to explain the situation. They just take her words at face value and never come back.”

Ah. So Mingi wasn’t the ghoster in those past situations. Though, you were starting to wonder why he decided to do that with you this time around.

“So this is what Hongjoong meant,” you blurted.

Mingi furrowed his brows. “Hongjoong?” 

“He insisted you were a great guy, just going through a lot.”

“How much did he tell you?”

“That’s it. He said it wasn’t his place to share.”

Mingi let out a sigh of relief. “Good to know he’s trustworthy, unlike some people,” he rolled his eyes, making a clear jab at his ex. “I appreciate him keeping his mouth shut.”

“Then,” you started, “how come you ghosted me these past few days?” Mingi looked at you. “You’re telling me these past lovers of yours left you, so that doesn’t explain why you left me.”

Mingi looked slightly panicked, but only for a moment. He exhaled, pulling at his jeans bunched up on his knees. “I-I was afraid,” he admitted, “I really, really like you, and I was scared you’d just leave me like everyone else once I told you the truth. Or that she’d get to you first. I freaked out,” his eyes met yours, glistening apologetically. “So, I thought I’d just leave first. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”

“I see,” you said, smiling gently. You reached over and rested your palm over his, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles comfortingly. “I understand now.”

“I’m sorry,” he apologised. “It was extremely fucked up for me to do that to you.”

“It was,” you agreed, “but I understand why you did it. I’d probably done the same if I were you.”

“I really want to be with you, Y/N, I do,” he paused, “but I don’t know if it’s going to work as long as Violet’s around. She’ll do anything to get what she wants.”

You shook your head. “I’m willing to stick by you, Mingi. It would take a lot more than her games to keep me from you.”

Mingi smiled, relief rushing over his features. “Do you really mean that?”

You nodded. “I do.”

“Then, let’s have a do-over?”

“Sure,” you grinned, “Can we start it by kissing here on this bench? The sunset is so pretty, I feel like I’m in a romcom,” you joked.

Mingi quickly pulled you onto his lap, pressing his lips gently to your chin, then cheeks, and finally landing on your lips. You giggled into the kiss, wrapping your hands around the back of his neck to pull him deeper into it.

You pushed your hips down harder against him, feeling a rush from his tongue suddenly swiping across your lips. You let out a soft moan, moving your hands from his neck to run your fingers through his hair. 

“You know people could see us, right?” Mingi said between kisses.

“Car?” You suggested.

He picked you up and carried you over to his SUV, popping the trunk so the two of you could crawl in. He shut the door behind him. Thankfully, no one else was at clearing, so it made it a lot easier for the two of you to have sex, but at least you had some protection from his car if someone did decide to show up.

You hovered over him, caressing his hair as you nipped at his neck. He hissed and gripped your hips, pulling you on to him as you grinded against his clothed, hard cock.

“Let me please you, baby,” you cooed, sucking at his neck, “you deserve it.”

“I want you to feel good, too,” he frowned.

“Oh, I will,” you smirked, “and besides, you gave me the best fuck of my life a few days ago. Now it’s my turn to show you what I can do.” With that, you helped him pull down his pants and boxers, allowing his cock to spring free. 

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded. “Pleasing you brings me lots of pleasure, too.” You leaned down and kissed his tip. “Sit back and relax for me.”

Mingi softly groaned as you took all of him into your mouth, bobbing up and down his shaft at alternating paces. When you felt him begin to sputter beneath you, you slowed down immensely to keep him edged.

“Fuuuuuck,” he whined, “don’t tease me, please.” You giggled, the vibrations on his cock causing him to throw his head back against the side of the car. “You’re so good at this, baby, holy fuck.” As Mingi grew closer to the edge, you reached a steady pace as you continued to lick and suck on his cock. “I’m gonna-” 

Before he could even finish the sentence, he let go, come dripping down your throat and the excess onto your chin. You released him with a pop, swallowing his load and licking the rest off of your chin. 

“Please, ride my cock,” he begged, reaching to grab your hips so he could pull you towards him. You obliged, wiggling yourself out of your leggings before hovering your sopping core over his tip. You brushed it against your wet clit a few times, an ungodly groan erupting from him. “Please, I need to be inside of you, baby.”

You slowly fit yourself over him, humming in ecstasy as you begin to hop up and down on his cock. 

“Just like that,” he mewled, holding your hips to help guide on you, “fucking just like that.”

“Yeah?” you teased. “Is this how you like it?” you moaned, picking up the pace.

“Oh, fuck yeah.”

Your moans began to match each other’s, your cunt growing slicker with each thrust. Mingi couldn’t help himself when he felt you begin to squirt on his cock.

“Fuck, I-”

“Inside, Mingi, please,” you screamed, pulling at his hair hard as you continued to grind on him. “Shit, I’m coming!”

You released your orgasm, your juices covering every inch on Mingi’s cock. He wasn’t far behind. His legs began shaking as he pounded his final thrust into you hard. “Holy fuck,” he yelled, still pushing himself up inside you as he road out his high.

You collapsed into his lap, pressing a few light kisses to his neck as you laid there for a few minutes. Mingi was still inside of you, but neither of you seemed to mind. It felt nice to be close like this, to be intertwined to that extent.

Suddenly, you were reminded of that voicemail you had sent to him earlier that day. “Hey, Mingi?” You said, catching his attention. You pulled back so you could look at him.

“What’s up?” He asked. 

“Just… ignore that voice message I sent you earlier.”

He laughed. “I kind of already listened to it.”

You groaned, “I’m sorry, I was just so mad. I didn’t mean to actually send it.”

“I deserved it, it’s alright.”

You shrugged, then leaned down to kiss him. “Maybe you did.” you joked.

“Maybe I should get you mad again, huh?” Mingi teased, “if it means you’ll fuck me like you just did.”

“Hey!” You chuckled, slapping his shoulder playfully.

He wrapped his arm around your hips, flipping you over so you were now pinned beneath him. He dipped down towards your still dripping cunt. “Shall I start now?”

[th3-steambird]

Hiii! May I please request some soft yandere Kazuha? Maybe when he first fell in love with reader?🩷

Where the leavesblow

Soft Yan!Kazuha x gn reader

Warnings: Yan!Kazuha, Not reread, not proofread 😭

An: I went through three drafts of this and I still don’t like it 😭😭 But I didn’t want to keep you waiting long so I just kinda went, ‘Fine, we ball’ 💀 I hope it passes 💙 (Hate the poetry by the way but I thought it fitted since Kazuha writes powtry so whatever… 😭😭😭)

Summary: Kazuha, Your dearest-

“To fallen trees and and water freeze”

You really didn’t know when it started.

You were a simple citizen of Inazuma, doing your everyday duties for the Yashiro commission, daydreaming about the books you read and giggling with your friends about the pretty people you saw or read about.

Then some of your fantasies came true.

“Y/n. Do you need help with that?”

Again, you didn’t know when the famous Kazuha had decided it was worth his time to pop around wherever you were at random moments and offer to assist you with your duties or take you to witness the famous sights of Inazuma to clear your mind.

“A-ah. Sure, Kazuha. Though when did you get here…?” You asked, mystified as you give him a slightly confused yet still thankful look.

“A few seconds ago.” He said casually, still with his usual stoic tone as he crouched down beside you to see what you were currently working on. You pointed out shyly the parts you didn’t understand or the words that seemed to be needed to be improved.

Time passed like the breeze, soft and unwavering yet almost unoticeable.

You were finally done with that godforsaken report.

Turning to Kazuha with a bright smile, you hugged him happily, “Oh Kazuha, what would I do without you?” You giggled, burrying your head in the crook of his neck. 

Perhaps it was your imagination, but maybe you heard him whisper back, “Yes…what could you?”

Thats silly though. This is the legendary Kazuha.

“To you I pledge to follow like the breeze”

“Your smile, your laugh so radiant like the sky”

“Kazuha! Kazuha!” You called happily, seeing your best friend walking in the street, his usual passive expression written on his face until he turned to you, his eyes softening. “Y/n.” 

Kazuha and you were closer now. It seems efforts from both sides finally made you two the bestest of friends!

…

…

He was your only friend now.

That was weird.

“I am yours and you are mine until you die.

 

“Fate shall catch you by surprise”

“Y/n. Where have you been?” Kazuha asked lightly, leaning on your shoulder as you two rested on a bench overlooking the sea.

You recounted happily your visit to Liyue, describing the handmade lanterns you had (attempted) to make to the friends you had made whilst on the business trip.

Well, for some reason the latter seemed to darken his look, but it must have been your imagination.

“Y/n…you don’t need to work that hard. I can provide for both of us…all you need to do is stay by my side.” He told you as he turned his head, looking you straight in the eye. 

“…?” You stared back for a while, then giggled, “Thats silly Kazu.” You had laughed at the time, chuckling at his joke as your conversation stretched on.

He was joking, what were you worrying about?

This was Kazuha, what reason would your friend have to do all that when you were self sufficient? 

“So I shall keep you safe from your demise”

 

“Kazuha!?”

            - From your love

                Kazuha

[frances-baby-houseman]

ok instead of writing anything I would like to share this very meaningful letter from the clergy at my temple, lightly edited for privacy. I think many of us could find comfort in the Jewish ideals of tikkun olam right now.

Friends,

In the days to come there will be many articles, podcasts, and books analyzing Tuesday's election.  How things happened and what it means will be dissected in every possible way.  As spiritual leaders we are not asked to be pundits, but looking through a Jewish lens, our goals remain the same today as they were yesterday and as they will be in the future.

No matter who sits in the Oval Office, our tradition teaches us to work for peace and justice. We are commanded to love the stranger, our neighbor, and all those in need.  In our lives every administration has needed us to speak up and work for positive change.  In that real and important sense today is just like any other day, and even if the election had gone differently, we would still be gearing up to make a change for the better.  In American terms we call that making “a more perfect union.”

In half of our country there is sadness, the other half is feeling satisfaction.  In any case let us not lose sight of the ultimate goal that God sets before all of us.  We know that we can all be stronger where our broken places are repaired.  There are broken places in our hearts, within our families, and across our natiion.

So, take a deep breath, a cleansing breath, take a step back if you need to, and then return to the awesome task before us to transform and repair the world.  In the Torah this week, Abraham begins his journey.  He leaves his home and heads toward the unknown.  In truth every day when we wake up, we start a journey anew.  Some things stay familiar but others change and we keep moving forward with a vision of compassion and hope.

As always, our clergy team is here to help, so please reach out personally, or come to services, Coffee with the Clergy or any other event, because the best way through is together.

With Shalom--

[wiltking]

im calmer this time compared to the first time he got elected because i have been taking steps since then to make sure this is a life i can live since that day 8 years ago. things have been on a downward spiral for trans people. but the one thing that has kept me sane through it all has been pouring my trans heart and soul into my art day after day, month after month, year after year, for a sense of control, for a sense of peace, for a sense of joy. the book i just put out is a rejection of all the shame and fear they have ever wanted us to feel. it is in large part borne out of the circumstances of the past 8 years, and the personal hell that stretched even further beyond that. we do what we can with what we have and if no one offers us an out, we make that path ourselves, with tools we made by our hand. forged in the undying love we have for ourselves and our trans siblings and peers and friends and beloved strangers. that is how ive made it. this is how i will continue to make it. i hope you make it, too.

[acute-crashout-jeyuso]

Sacrifices/ BTR Book 2: a Jhea Fanfic.

Chapter 9: Liv, Liv, Liv, Dom, Dom, Dom..

January 31st, 2025 7:29 PM

The front door clicked shut as Jey watched his ex-wife, Takecia, head to her car. He lingered for a moment, collecting his thoughts, before he turned back into the house. The evening had gone surprisingly well. Despite the complex dynamics of their blended family, there was a comfortable warmth among them tonight. He felt a sense of relief, knowing Takecia trusted him and Rhea to take care of Jaciyah and Jeyce while she got everything sorted in her new apartment.

Rhea, meanwhile, was already back at the table, serving herself yet another slice of yellow cake smothered in chocolate frosting. She looked perfectly content, her eyes lighting up as she cut herself a generous piece.

Jey couldn’t help but smirk as he joined her in the dining room. “So… Jeyce is going through puberty now, huh?” he teased, recalling his son’s earlier, awkward excuse for his freshly braided hair and dressed-up look.

Rhea laughed, covering her mouth as she swallowed a bite of cake. “Oh, that’s all on you and Takecia,” she replied, wagging her fork at him with a playful grin. “I don’t want any part in those conversations.”

Jey shuddered slightly at the thought, still getting used to the idea of Jeyce going through the same teenage years he once did. He leaned over, noticing the half-empty container of chocolate frosting beside Rhea’s plate. He raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye.

“So, we still have some leftover frosting,” he remarked, casually reaching over and tapping the container.

Rhea arched an eyebrow back at him, her curiosity piqued. “And?”

A sly smile crept across Jey’s face as he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a soft murmur. “I could think of a few ways we could use that frosting.”

Rhea laughed, pushing her chair back just slightly. “Oh, really?” she challenged, giving him a playful, daring look. “Well, you’re going to have to catch me first.”

Before Jey could respond, Rhea was already on her feet, darting toward the stairs. He grabbed the frosting container and chased after her, his laughter echoing through the house as they bolted up the steps. She turned her head just in time to catch his eager grin, her heart pounding with excitement and joy.

As they reached the bedroom, Rhea managed to slip inside first, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “You think you’re quick, huh?” she teased, watching as he slowed to a stop, catching his breath.

Jey held up the container of frosting, a playful glint in his eye. “Just wait, babe. You’re not getting away that easily.”

With a laugh, Rhea pulled him inside, her playful gaze meeting his as the door clicked shut behind them. It was moments like this that reminded them both of the deep bond they shared—not just as partners, but as best friends. They were now each other’s safe haven, each other’s joy, and no matter what challenges lay ahead, they knew they could always find comfort in one another.

They just didn’t know what lay ahead..

—

As Jeyce and Jaciyah approached Demi’s house, the two brothers got out of the car, and Jeyce took a deep breath, feeling a mixture of excitement and nerves wash over him.

“I’m nervous,” Jeyce admitted, his voice a little shaky.

Jaciyah chuckled, giving his little brother a reassuring pat on the back. “It’s too late to back out now, bro. You got this.”

Taking a steadying breath, Jeyce walked up to the door and knocked. The door swung open to reveal a tall, muscular man with a biker-like presence—covered in tattoos, with a rugged appearance that immediately commanded respect. He looked from Jeyce to Jaciyah, his brows furrowing.

“I hope you’re not Jeyce,” the man said in a low voice, looking directly at Jaciyah.

Jeyce, sensing the opportunity to make a good impression, stepped forward and cleared his throat. “Hello, Mr. Barkley. My name is Jeyce, and this is my chaperone for tonight, my brother Jaciyah.” He held out his hand with as much confidence as he could muster.

Mr. Barkley’s serious expression softened slightly as he looked down at Jeyce’s outstretched hand. Impressed by the young boy’s manners, he shook it firmly, giving Jeyce an approving nod. “Nice to meet you, Jeyce. Come on in.”

Jeyce and Jaciyah stepped into the house, taking in the cozy surroundings. As they did, Jaciyah’s gaze quickly shifted to the girl standing beside Demi. She had striking red and black hair that cascaded down her shoulders in loose waves, paired with a black V-neck long-sleeve shirt. She wore ripped blue jeans and black and white Nike dunks, exuding an effortlessly cool vibe. Her makeup was subtle yet accentuated her features perfectly.

The girl’s eyes met Jaciyah’s, and a playful grin tugged at her lips as she stepped forward. “Are you Jeyce?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.

Jaciyah, momentarily taken aback by her beauty, managed to find his voice. “No… I’m Jaciyah.” He extended his hand, and she took it with a confident shake.

She chuckled softly. “I know, I was just messing with you. I’m Dayanara—Daya, for short. Demi’s older sister, and I’ll be chaperoning tonight too.” Her gaze lingered on him for a moment, her eyes filled with mischief.

Jaciyah felt his heart skip a beat, but he did his best to keep his cool. “Nice to meet you, Daya.”

Demi, watching the interaction, nudged Jeyce with her elbow and whispered, “Looks like your brother’s already smitten.”

Jeyce grinned, whispering back, “He’s not as smooth as he thinks.”

Just then, Mr. Barkley cleared his throat, gathering everyone’s attention. “Alright, you all know the rules. Stay together, behave, and be back here by 9:30 PM sharp. Understand?”

Daya rolled her eyes playfully, clearly used to her dad’s protectiveness. “Yes, Dad, we know. We’ll keep an eye on them.”

Demi chimed in, giving her dad a reassuring smile. “We’ll be good, dad. Promise.”

Mr. Barkley nodded, satisfied. He looked at Jeyce and Jaciyah with a stern but approving gaze. “Take care of my daughters you two..”

Jeyce nodded back, his voice steady. “Yes, sir. Thank you.”

“Most definitely will, thank you.” Jaciyah added.

With the rules set, Daya led the way to her car, a black Chevrolet Malibu. As they walked out, Jaciyah stole another glance at her, marveling at her confidence and beauty.

As they all climbed into the car, Jaciyah couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement bubbling within him. Demi and Jeyce were sitting in the back, sharing quiet, excited whispers, while he and Daya sat up front. Daya looked over at him, raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk.

“You okay there, Jaciyah?” she teased, noticing his lingering gaze.

Jaciyah blushed slightly, clearing his throat. “Yeah… just didn’t expect my night to be this interesting.”

Daya chuckled, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “Tonight’s just getting started.”

With that, they pulled out of the driveway, the night ahead filled with promise and excitement as each of them anticipated what the evening had in store.

—

Rhea stood up, grabbing her clothes from the floor, and headed toward the bathroom. Jey followed, scooping up his own clothes to change into something comfy. As he bent over to pick up his sweatpants, Rhea smirked and playfully smacked him on the derrière.

"What a dump truck..." she teased, laughing.

Jey straightened, giving her a look of mock disbelief as he rubbed the spot. "Damn, girl. Is this how you feel when I smack your ass?”

"Maybe," Rhea replied with a chuckle, tossing her clothes over her shoulder.

Jey grinned and followed her into the bathroom. They showered together, joking and laughing as the warm water washed over them. Afterward, they both changed into their coziest pajamas: Jey in gray joggers and a tank top, and Rhea in an oversized band tee and shorts.

As they made their way downstairs, Rhea went to the kitchen to make popcorn for their movie night. She had just finished when her phone buzzed on the counter. Seeing Liv's name, she smiled and answered.

"Hey, buttercup," Rhea said, cradling the phone between her shoulder and ear.

"Rheaaaaaaa!" Liv's voice was bright and excited. "What are you doing, my awesome blossom?"

Rhea laughed. "Me and baby daddy are about to watch a movie. What about you?"

Liv groaned. "Me and Dom are about to board a plane to Stamford, but our hotel just canceled on us. They overbooked! Total disaster."

Rhea frowned. "What? That's so annoying. Do you need a place to stay?"

"That's actually why I'm calling," Liv saio sheepishly. "Could we crash at your place for the weekend? We've got a last-minute corporate meeting tomorrow morning."

"Of course! You know you're always welcome," Rhea said without hesitation.

"Really? You're a lifesaver!" Liv exclaimed.

"We'll get in around 2 a.m. Hope that's okay."

"No problem," Rhea assured her. "I'll send you the address and door codes. I'll set up the guest room, so when you get here, just head upstairs. The door will be open."

"Thank you, Rhea. You're the best! I love you Blossom!” Liv said.

"Love you too, Buttercup..” Rhea said before hanging up.

She walked over to the living room, where Jey was lounging on the couch, scrolling through movie options. "Liv and Dom are staying with us this weekend," she said, placing the popcorn on the coffee table and sitting beside him.

Jey raised an eyebrow. "Staying here? When are they getting in?"

"2 a.m. Their hotel canceled on them, so l told them they could crash here."

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. "You're too nice. Ultimate host."

Rhea grinned. "What can I say? I take care of my people."

Jey pulled her closer, draping an arm around her. "Well, that means we've got the rest of the night to ourselves before the chaos starts."

"Exactly," Rhea said, grabbing a handful of popcorn. "Now, what movie are we watching?"

Jey grinned, holding up the remote. "Baby Boy. You're gonna love it."

Rhea groaned playfully. "You're always making me watch movies I've never seen."

"And you always end up liking them," Jey teased, hitting play.

They snuggled up together as the movie started, the sound of their laughter blending with the dialogue on screen. It was a perfect, cozy night before their friends arrived and the weekend brought its own set of adventures.

—

As the credits for Baby Boy rolled, Rhea leaned back into Jey, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder. The popcorn bowl sat empty on the coffee table, and the quiet hum of the TV filled the cozy living room. The warmth of the evening wrapped around them, and for a moment, everything felt perfect.

“You ever think about dyeing your mullet again?” Rhea asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Jey tilted his head, giving her a playful side-eye. “Dye it again? What color this time?”

Rhea grinned, her fingers tracing little patterns on his arm. “I’m thinking purple and blue.”

Jey chuckled, shaking his head. “Purple and blue? Girl, you trying to make me look like a wrestling unicorn.”

She laughed, giving his arm a light shove. “No, I’m serious. It’d look good on you. Trust me.”

He smiled, clearly entertained by her suggestion. “Alright, maybe. I’ll ask Liv and Dom when they get here if they can hook me up. Don’t want any of those fumes near you, though, preggers.”

Rhea’s heart warmed at his thoughtfulness, and she leaned up to kiss his cheek. “You’re sweet, you know that?”

“Only for you,” Jey replied with a smirk, wrapping his arm around her.

Just then, the sound of the front door opening echoed through the house. Both Jey and Rhea turned their heads as Jeyce and Jaciyah walked in, their faces lit up with matching, goofy grins.

Jey glanced at the clock on his phone and raised an eyebrow. “There you guys are. You’ve been gone a while.”

Rhea chimed in with a teasing smile, “Yeah, an awfully long time for a job application.”

Jaciyah scratched the back of his neck, trying to play it cool. “Uh, yeah, we decided to grab milkshakes after.”

Jeyce nodded enthusiastically. “Yup, a nice cherry milkshake.”

Jey and Rhea exchanged a look, both raising an eyebrow. The boys’ expressions were a dead giveaway—something more than milkshakes had them grinning like fools.

“Just milkshakes?” Jey asked, crossing his arms and leaning back on the couch.

Jaciyah nodded quickly. “Yup, just milkshakes. That’s all.”

Rhea narrowed her eyes playfully, trying to suppress a laugh. “Uh-huh. And here I thought you two didn’t even like cherry.”

Jeyce’s grin faltered for a second before he recovered. “We’re broadening our horizons.”

Jey shook his head, smirking. “Alright, alright. Well, Liv and Dom are coming over tonight, so, Jaciyah, can you help set up the guest bedroom?”

Jaciyah’s grin widened, and he nodded eagerly. “Anything you need, Dad.”

Without another word, both boys bounded up the stairs, whispering and chuckling to each other like they were sharing the greatest secret in the world.

Once the boys were out of sight, Jey and Rhea turned to each other, both wearing bemused expressions.

“That was weird,” Jey said, shaking his head.

Rhea leaned against him, her eyes still on the staircase. “Really weird. They looked like they just walked out of a rom-com.”

Jey let out a low whistle. “Well, looks like we’re in for an interesting weekend.”

Rhea nodded, her hand resting on his chest as she snuggled closer. “Let’s just hope Liv and Dom are ready for the chaos when they get here.”

Jey grinned, wrapping his arm tighter around her. “They better be. With those two upstairs acting all smitten, we’re gonna need backup.”

Rhea laughed softly, already imagining the teasing and stories to come. “This house just keeps getting more entertaining.”

—

Meanwhile, before Jeyce and Jaciyah had arrived home, the two pairs were still out, soaking in the last moments of the night. At one table, Jaciyah and Daya sat across from each other, sharing a banana split. At another, Jeyce and Demi were locked in their own little world, sharing a cherry milkshake, each taking turns sipping through the straw while exchanging shy smiles.

Jaciyah leaned back in his chair, spoon in hand, and asked, “So, why don’t you tell me more about yourself?”

Daya laughed softly, her eyes lighting up. “Well, I’m 17, and I’m already in college on a full ride to the University of New Haven. I’m studying Biochemistry.”

Jaciyah’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Biochemistry? Full ride? That’s impressive.”

Daya shrugged, her cheeks tinged with a hint of modest pride. “Thanks. I’ve always been a bit of a science nerd.”

Jaciyah nodded, clearly impressed. “That’s cool. I was supposed to enroll next week to finish up my senior year, but I’m thinking about talking to my dad and mom about enrolling online instead.”

Daya tilted her head curiously. “Rhea’s your bonus mom too, right?”

Jaciyah chuckled. “Yeah, she is. She’s been in our lives for a while now, and honestly, she’s been great.”

Daya smiled, stirring her spoon in the melting ice cream. “That’s awesome. So, if you’re not going back to school in person, what’s the plan? You wouldn’t want to wrestle like your dad?”

Jaciyah thought about it for a moment, then shook his head. “Nah, wrestling’s cool and all, but it’s not for me. I actually want to be a police officer.”

Daya’s eyes sparkled with admiration. “Wow, that’s awesome. Stepping out of that shadow, huh?”

Jaciyah smiled, feeling seen. “Yeah, exactly. It’s important to me to find my own path, you know?”

Daya nodded thoughtfully. “Makes sense. So, what made you want to go into law enforcement?”

Jaciyah shrugged, his tone serious but passionate. “I’ve always been about helping people. I want to make a difference, you know? Be someone people can rely on.”

“That’s admirable,” Daya said, genuinely impressed. “The world could use more people like that.”

Jaciyah grinned. “Thanks. So, what made you want to pursue biochemistry? That sounds intense.”

Daya’s eyes lit up with excitement. “I’ve always loved science, but biochemistry caught my interest because of how it connects to real-world applications. I want to specialize in research and development, specifically in biotech. I like to imagine myself being part of creating life-changing medical advancements.”

Jaciyah leaned forward, clearly intrigued. “That’s incredible. You could end up saving lives.”

Daya smiled, a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. “That’s the goal. What about you? Any dream departments in mind if you become an officer?”

Jaciyah shrugged, his tone thoughtful. “I’d like to work in community policing or maybe even detective work. Something where I can really be involved in making neighborhoods safer.”

Daya nodded, her respect for him growing. “Sounds like you’ve got a solid plan.”

Meanwhile, at their table, Demi twirled the straw in the almost empty cherry milkshake, her cheeks tinged pink. She glanced over at her sister and Jaciyah, who were deep in conversation, then back at Jeyce. “I think my sister really likes your brother,” she said, a playful smile tugging at her lips.

Jeyce chuckled, his eyes never leaving Demi. “Well, I’m glad… because I really like you.”

Demi’s blush deepened, and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m glad you enjoyed the listening party as much as I did,” she said softly, her voice almost shy.

Jeyce took another sip of the milkshake before sliding it over to her. “I liked it a lot. My favorite song was This Night Has Opened My Eyes from their Louder Than Bombs album. What about you?”

Demi’s face lit up, her eyes sparkling. “I really liked This Charming Man. It’s such a vibe.”

Jeyce smiled, clearly enjoying the way her face lit up when she talked about something she loved. “That’s a great one too.”

There was a brief moment of silence, filled only by the ambient noise of the small diner. Then, Jeyce took a deep breath and asked, “Does this mean… we’re boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Demi giggled, her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. She reached across the table, her hand hovering for a moment before clasping his. “Of course.”

Jeyce’s face broke into a wide grin, his heart racing in that giddy, almost teenage way. Their hands fit perfectly, and in that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just the two of them, their world reduced to a single booth in a quiet corner of the diner.

Young almost teenage love, pure and unfiltered, filled the space between them as they shared soft smiles and the quiet excitement of something new and beautiful.

—

Daya pulled up in front of Demi’s house, the soft hum of the engine cutting off as everyone stepped out of the car. The porch light flickered slightly, casting a warm glow on the small group.

Jaciyah lingered near the car, shuffling his feet a bit before finally speaking. “So, uh, can I get your number at least?”

Daya chuckled, her red and black hair catching the light as she reached for his phone. “Here,” she said, quickly typing her number into his contacts. Handing the phone back, she added with a smirk, “I’ll be back next weekend if you want to hang out.”

Jaciyah’s face lit up. “For sure.”

Before he could say anything else, Daya leaned in and kissed him softly on the cheek. Jaciyah froze for a moment, his face turning a bright shade of red, and then he broke into a grin reminiscent of Patrick Star when Mindy kissed him in The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie. He looked like he was on cloud nine.

Seeing his brother momentarily dazed, Jeyce seized the opportunity. He leaned in close to Demi and gave her a quick, shy peck on the lips. It was brief but enough to make his heart race.

“That… that was my first kiss,” Jeyce admitted, his voice stuttering, overwhelmed with emotion. “So, uh, don’t make fun of me.”

Demi laughed softly, her eyes sparkling. “Never,” she promised, brushing a hand lightly against his arm.

The girls headed toward the house, waving as they disappeared inside. Jeyce and Jaciyah got back into their dad’s Mercedes, the silence in the car quickly filled with laughter.

As Jaciyah started the engine, Jeyce leaned back in his seat, a goofy smile plastered on his face. “I think I like puberty.”

Jaciyah burst out laughing, shaking his head as he pulled out of the driveway. “Man, you’re wild. Let’s get home before Dad and Rhea think we got lost.”

—

Liv and Dominik picked up their rental car from the airport, the late-night flight leaving them both tired and slightly on edge. It had been a long trip, and as they headed toward Rhea and Jey’s house, Liv couldn’t help but voice her discomfort.

“We are not taking any more late-night flights,” she said, stretching out her legs as she sank into the passenger seat.

Dominik, who was already struggling to keep his eyes open, let out a tired chuckle. “I’m already sleep-deprived,” he replied, glancing over at her with a small grin.

Liv shifted in her seat and smiled back. “Well, when we get there, will you massage my back? I can’t feel it at all..”

Dominik nodded, giving her a reassuring look. “Of course, you know I’ve got you.”

As they drove through the quiet road, the peace was shattered when a car suddenly turned on its high beams, blinding Dominik. He winced and squinted through the bright lights.

“What the hell?” Liv exclaimed, turning around to see the car behind them. The vehicle started honking loudly, its driver aggressively tailgating them.

Dominik frowned, his grip tightening on the wheel. “I don’t know what this guy’s problem is, but he’s on my tail.”

Liv glanced back again, her eyes wide with concern. “Dominik, lose them.”

“I’m trying!” Dominik growled, swerving into another lane, but the car behind them mirrored every move, following closely. The aggressive driver wasn’t letting up.

Before they knew it, the car was pushing against their rental, shoving them off course. Dominik’s heart raced as he struggled to regain control.

“Hold on!” Dominik shouted, slamming the brakes as the car skidded off the road, crashing into a ditch.

The impact threw both of them forward, and Liv hit her head against the side window. She winced, trying to shake off the disorientation as Dominik quickly unbuckled his seatbelt.

“Liv! Are you okay?” His voice was frantic, his hands reaching for her as she clutched her head.

Liv nodded, trying to regain her bearings. “Yeah, I think so. Just… a little dazed.”

They both looked ahead and heard the revving of an engine, the unmistakable sound of tires screeching. Dominik’s eyes widened, realizing the danger wasn’t over.

“Unbuckle, now!” he yelled, grabbing her hand and pulling it toward the door. Liv quickly obeyed, opening the door just as the massive headlights of a truck barreled toward them.

In a split second, they both jumped out of the car, narrowly escaping as the souped-up black four-by-four truck rammed into their rental car. The collision rocked the ground beneath them, but the truck didn’t stop. It backed up and sped off into the night, disappearing quickly from sight.

Liv and Dominik stood frozen in the ditch, their adrenaline pumping, trying to make sense of what had just happened. Liv clutched her head, still shaken from the impact. Dominik held her close, his eyes scanning the area, knowing they weren’t safe yet.

“What the hell was that?” Liv whispered, looking at the wrecked car, her voice trembling with disbelief.

“I don’t know,” Dominik said, his voice tense. “But that was no accident. Whoever was driving that truck—they were trying to take us out.”

They both stood there in stunned silence, the reality of the situation sinking in.

Dominik looked around, trying to think of their next move. “We need to get out of here. Now.”

But as they started to move toward the road, the sound of an engine returned, faint but growing louder. Liv and Dominik’s hearts raced as they turned, instinctively ducking behind some trees as a car approached.

The headlights of the vehicle blinded them momentarily, but they could make out the shape of the black truck, now circling them. It was back.

Liv gasped, clutching onto Dominik’s arm. “They’re coming back for us!”

Dominik’s mind raced. He had to think fast. They couldn’t keep hiding forever. “We need to move, fast. Find a place with people, get help.”

Without wasting another second, they sprinted through the woods, adrenaline fueling their escape. Their phones were out of service, leaving them with no way to call for help.

After what felt like forever, they finally spotted a faint light in the distance. A gas station, and a small convenience store attached to it. They bolted toward it, not caring about the time or how far they’d run. They just needed to be around other people—get somewhere safe.

Once inside, they immediately made their way to the counter, but the clerk behind it looked… off. There was something in his eyes—a nervousness, a tension that made Liv uneasy.

“Can I help you?” the man asked, his voice shaky.

“We need to call the police,” Dominik said, his voice firm. “We were attacked. Someone ran us off the road.”

The clerk hesitated, his eyes flicking toward the door. “I… I don’t think you should make that call here.”

Liv raised an eyebrow, confused. “Why not?”

The clerk lowered his voice, clearly nervous. “There’s been a lot of… strange stuff happening around here. People disappearing. People that drive cars like the one that just ran you off the road. It’s been happening for two weeks ever since those fancy people don’ moved in up at New Canaan border.”

Liv’s stomach dropped, Rhea and Jey. “Disappearing?”

The clerk nodded quickly, leaning in slightly. “I don’t know much, but… there’s something going on. I don’t know if it’s the same people, but something’s not right.”

Liv’s heart raced as the tension in the air thickened. The clerk’s behavior was growing more bizarre, and she could feel the sense of dread weighing heavily on her shoulders.

“Please, we just need to borrow a phone,” Liv pleaded, desperation creeping into her voice. “We’ve been attacked. We need help.”

The clerk shifted nervously behind the counter, casting furtive glances toward the door and then back at them. His eyes were filled with unease, and he chewed nervously on his lip before speaking.

“Only the man makes the call, sweetie,” he said, his voice low and strained.

Dominik exhaled sharply, frustration bubbling up inside him. “Look, anything. Please, we just need a phone. We were nearly killed out there, we need to contact the police.”

The clerk hesitated for a moment longer, glancing around the dimly lit store before slowly stepping out from behind the counter. His movements were cautious, as though afraid of something or someone.

Liv’s instincts screamed that something wasn’t right. She glanced at Dominik, who was equally uneasy.

“I’ll go in the back with him,” Dominik muttered, his protective instinct kicking in. “I’ll make the call.”

The clerk motioned for him to follow, his footsteps heavy on the creaky floorboards as he led Dominik into a back room. Liv stood frozen for a moment, her eyes darting around the gas station, trying to figure out what was going on. It felt wrong—everything about this place felt off.

A few moments passed before Dominik returned, his face tight with frustration. He walked briskly toward Liv, shaking his head.

“They said a unit’s close by,” he said quietly. “They should be here in a few minutes.”

Liv let out a relieved sigh, but the clerk’s odd behavior was still eating at her.

Dominik turned toward the counter to thank the clerk, but the man quickly responded with a low, hushed voice, his eyes darting around nervously. “Alright now, y’all get on now, ya hear? I don’t want to attract anyone here. This used to be a quiet place before those people moved to the New Canaan border.”

The mention of “those people” sent a cold shiver down Liv’s spine. She glanced at Dominik, exchanging a worried look.

She wasn’t going to let it go that easily. “Just one more thing,” Liv said, her voice steady despite the anxiety creeping up on her. “Is it a black four-by-four truck? The one that ran us off the road?”

The clerk froze. His eyes widened briefly, and Liv caught a fleeting glimpse of fear before he quickly masked it with a forced smile. He didn’t answer her question directly. Instead, he spoke more urgently, his hand brushing the counter as if to shove them along.

“You two need to leave,” the clerk said, his voice firm. “Go on now. No more questions. I don’t want to attract attention. Just get out.”

He quickly walked toward the front door, flipping the lock and shoving them out of the store without a second glance. Liv and Dominik barely had time to process the situation before the door slammed shut behind them, the sound of the lock clicking in place echoing through the quiet night.

“What the hell was that?” Liv muttered, still feeling the remnants of fear in her chest.

Dominik shook his head, gripping her arm lightly as he looked toward the road. “I don’t know, but we need to get out of here, now. Something’s not right.”

Liv couldn’t shake the feeling that they were being pushed into something they weren’t prepared for. It was like they’d stumbled into a nightmare, and the only thing they could do was try to outrun it. The mention of New Canaan border and the clerk’s strange behavior only fueled the unsettling feeling building inside her.

“Do you think… do you think they were involved?” she asked, her voice low and laced with suspicion.

“I don’t know,” Dominik replied, his jaw clenched. “But I think we just found ourselves in the middle of something bigger than we thought.”

The night seemed to close in around them, the quiet streets feeling heavier with every passing moment.

A few minutes later, the distant sound of a siren began to grow louder. It wasn’t the reassurance they had been hoping for, though; the noise only amplified their sense of unease.

“We’re not safe here,” Liv said, a hint of panic in her voice. “We need to find somewhere else to wait for the police.”

Dominik nodded, pulling her toward the edge of the road. “I agree Liv but the police are almost here..”

The blue and red lights flashed brighter as a cop car pulled up to Dominik and Liv, who were still standing in the gas station parking lot. The car screeched to a stop, and the officer inside rolled down the window, his gaze narrowing as he assessed the situation.

“You the boy that called about a run-off, I presume?” the officer asked, his tone even but slightly curious.

Dominik nodded quickly, trying to keep his cool despite the growing anxiety. “Yes, sir. Our car’s off on Lapham Road. We were heading to our friend’s house.”

The cop’s eyes lingered on Dominik for a moment longer, his brow furrowing. “You’re that Mysterio fella, ain’t ya?”

Dominik blinked, taken aback by the officer’s familiarity with his ring name. “Uh, yeah, that’s me,” he said slowly, trying to gauge why the officer would know about his stage persona. “But what does that have to do with our accident? We were just run off the road.”

The officer chuckled darkly, his voice tinged with an unsettling nonchalance. “Alright, I’ll take you to your car, and we’ll get a tow truck out for you. Y’all need a ride to your friend’s house, too?”

Dominik hesitated, glancing at Liv, who looked pale and disoriented. “Yeah… yeah, we could use a ride,” he said, but then, a thought nagged at him. “You’re not going to let us file a report, are you?”

The officer let out a long, drawn-out sigh as if the question was an inconvenience. “Let’s see what we’re working with first,” he muttered, unlocking the doors. Dominik and Liv exchanged a glance before getting into the backseat.

Once in the car, Dominik gave the officer the location of the car. “It’s Mile 41. That’s where we left it.”

The officer nodded in acknowledgment, his face still expressionless as he started the engine. The car pulled away from the gas station and began heading out to the road in question, the quiet hum of the engine filling the silence between them.

“So, is this some kind of prank?” the officer asked, turning his gaze to Dominik in the rearview mirror. His tone was flat, but there was something about the way he asked that made Dominik’s stomach drop.

Liv and Dominik exchanged a look of confusion. “What do you mean?” Dominik asked, a slight edge to his voice.

The officer didn’t respond immediately. He just continued driving, his focus on the road. But as the miles passed, a sinking feeling took over. Something wasn’t right.

Finally, they reached the stretch of road where Dominik had said their car was parked. But when the officer slowed down to pull over, Dominik’s heart sank. Their car was gone.

“Wait,” Dominik exclaimed. “Where’s the car? It was right here!”

The officer, now with a more serious expression, slowed to a stop and turned off the engine. “If there’s no car, then I can’t do anything about it. You got proof it was here?”

Dominik’s frustration flared. “What do you mean, no car? Look at the tire marks!” He gestured urgently to the ground, hoping the officer would see the evidence.

The officer stepped out of the car, flashing a light over the pavement. The beam illuminated faint tire tracks leading off the road, but no sign of their car.

He sighed, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to tell you, son. I can’t do much if there’s no car.”

Liv’s voice was sharp as she spoke up, her worry escalating. “We were just run off the road! The car was here. It wasn’t just—” She stopped herself, realizing how strange it sounded. “What are you saying? We were just—”

The officer interrupted with a cold, almost detached tone. “Now hear this, son. I’ll take you to them uppitys up by the New Canaan border. Maybe they can help you out. But no guarantees.”

Dominik’s eyes narrowed. “How do you know where our friends live?”

The officer gave a low, knowing chuckle. “Son, I know everybody who lives around here.”

Something about his words struck a chord with Dominik. It didn’t make sense—why would this officer, a stranger to them, know the personal details about Jey and Rhea? Dominik glanced at Liv, seeing the same unease reflected in her eyes.

Liv’s grip on Dominik’s hand tightened as they both climbed back into the car. There was no escaping the strange feeling that this wasn’t just some random encounter. They were being led somewhere—somewhere they didn’t fully understand.

The officer drove in silence, the engine’s hum the only sound in the car as they passed through familiar stretches of road. Dominik’s mind raced. What was really going on? Why had their car disappeared? And why was the officer so calm, so unbothered by the fact that something was clearly off?

Eventually, they arrived at the entrance to Jey and Rhea’s subdivision. Dominik’s heart beat faster. There was something undeniably strange about this whole situation. Before the officer could make a turn, Dominik quickly spoke up.

“We’ll walk from here. Thank you,” he said firmly, trying to keep his composure.

The officer looked in the rearview mirror again, his expression unreadable. “You sure?” he asked, his voice flat.

“Yeah, it’s fine. We’ll walk,” Dominik said, pulling Liv closer to him.

The officer shrugged, pulling over to the side of the road. “Be sure and tell ‘em Demetri sent you folks,” he said as he threw the car in reverse, ready to leave them.

As the officer drove away, Dominik stood in the middle of the quiet road, still trying to process everything that had just happened. The strange, cryptic words hung in the air.

Liv stood still. Frozen in shock.

Dominik looked at her and he said, “Liv? What’s wrong?”

“We have to wake up Rhea and Jey…”

[sokuly419]

I don’t typically make posts like this myself, but maybe some others would like to hear it. This is something of a stream of thought so sorry if it seems choppy and whatever.

I’m not going to sugar coat it. This election was absolutely awful. I know we’re all fucking terrified. We’re all grieving. Famous show hosts to politicians on both sides of the aisle are in tears with us.

I bawled before they called it. I cried once Trump broke 100 electoral votes well before Harris. I knew it was over by time I went to bed. My best friend tried to talk me out of it, telling me it wasn’t over until it was. I absolutely bawled when I saw 210. My wife held me while I just sobbed in a way I haven’t in a very long time.

I am terrified. And heartbroken. And pissed.

Now… we have to live. Trust me, I’m having those thoughts too. Many of us are. But the biggest middle finger you can give to them is to stay alive. They want us dead. We know that. Don’t make it easy for them. Don’t make any of this easy for them.

Take your time to cry, scream, lose control for a moment. But don’t kill yourself. You will have a place in fighting back that no one else can take. You don’t have to be on the frontlines. Just simply staying alive is fighting back and if that’s all you can give, we’ll take it.

Listen to your favorite song one more time. And maybe again after that. And again. Rewatch your favorite show or movie. Do it a few times so you don’t forget your favorite scenes or lines. Read your favorite book or fanfic. Escape for a bit. Make your favorite comfort food.

Are you looking forward to a new show? A new season of a show you like? A new movie maybe? Is one of your favorite musicians releasing new music soon? Do you have pets? They won’t understand and they’ll miss you.

I don’t care what you have to do to keep seeing the next day, just do it. I know it’s hard. I really, really do. I’ve been there. I’ve tried more than once. I still have those thoughts. And those thoughts got bad again with the outcome of the election. We’ve already lost so many people because of it, there’s no denying it.

I hope this can reach at least one person who needs it. If this can save even one person from taking their life, I’ll take it.

Right now, I’m looking forward to season 2 of Arcane. I rewatched season 1. A She-Ra rewatch is in my sights too. I’ve been listening to new (to me) music. If you have Spotify, the daylist is a good way to get new music through the day. I have pets and they wouldn’t understand. I can’t do that to them. And it would devastate my wife. And my family. I have yet to reread a couple of my favorite fics.

Take it from someone who lost a best friend to suicide. The grief… it’s not something that can be explained. You will be missed. Your best friend will scream and cry and cuss out every deity there is. They will feel like they failed you in every way. I don’t wish that kind of grief on anyone. If I didn’t have the list of things I’m pushing through for, the experience I went through definitely would make me think long and hard about it.

Now is the time we organize and fight back. And we can’t do it without you. You’re fighting back by living, so live. And keep living. Stay as safe as you possibly can. I love you, stranger reading this. I see you. Let’s hold hands or hug or whatever and just breathe together for a minute. We’re alive. And we have to stay that way for as long as possible.

Don’t forget: the first Pride was a riot.

We got this. We’re going to do it terrified. But we’re gonna do it. We have to. We owe it to those before us.

[quinnfabrayswife]

hi!! i’m requesting quinn fabray x fem!reader where they tussle and quinn ends up knocking the reader out❤️

Fight Or Flight — Quinn Fabray

quinn fabray x fem!reader (but not really)

where reader finds out that her girlfriend, quinn, has been cheating on her with rachel berry… and instead of running from the problem, she takes it into her own hands.

disclaimers: violence, use of y/n like once (pls i tried to avoid it but i could not), no happy ending, really fucking stupid ending, this entire story is unserious as hell… that’s all.

a/n: i never planned on writing anything on here, but i saw this req and i had to. this is the stupidest thing ive ever created and i hope you enjoy.

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it’s your favorite part of the day. glee club. glee club is where you met the love of your life, quinn fabray. besides finn and rachel, you are glees power couple. while you’re putting your books back in your locker, you glance up at the picture of quinn you’ve hung up on the door, smiling softly to yourself. suddenly, you hear your name being called, and you snap your head around to see none other then kurt hummel, who then begins pulling you away from your locker frantically.

“kurt, what the hell?!” you exclaim once you two stop moving, now in a secluded corner. out of breath, he replies, “i’m sorry, but before glee club, there’s something i have to tell you. well, something i have to show you.” your eyebrows immediately furrow when you see him pulling out his phone, swiping through a few things before turning it in your direction. your heart immediately drops, and tears threaten to spill out of your eyes when you see quinn fabray, your girlfriend, kissing someone else. wait… that’s not just anyone, that’s…

“my girlfriend cheated on me with rachel berry??!!” you immediately freak out, kurt putting a hand over your mouth to shut you up. “you didn’t get this from me.” and with that, kurt struts away towards glee club. you stand there in the corner, dumbfounded, and thinking about how stupid you were to believe she wouldn’t do that to you. i mean, her ex boyfriends best friend got her pregnant while they were still together for god sakes.

you wipe a few tears from under your eyes, and begin fast walking towards the choir room in a rage. you open the door to see your girlfriends painfully beautiful face, a smile appearing once she sees you. she stands up to greet you, and you take the opportunity to aggressively pull her by her wrist out of the door and into the hallway.

“wh- what is going on??” she asks in a surprised voice, but instead of answering, you slap her across the face. that’s when everyone in the choir room piles into the hall to watch it go down. you turn back to see her clutching her cheek, her jaw slightly dropped, and her eyes full of shock. “you cheated on me with rachel berry??!!! out of all people??” you yell at her, wasting no time in yanking on her high pony so hard she collapses to the floor.

“stop it!! don’t touch her!!” rachel yells. quinn stands up, and quickly shoves you into a locker. “me and rachel are in love y/n!!!!” you scoff, pushing her away from you. “in love?? you make fun of her all the time.” quinn grabs your arms. “that was obviously a cover up!! how stupid are you?” this fills you with rage, and you slap her again.

“SLUT!!” you scream at her, tears now flying freely down your face. you see a fist flying towards your face through your blurred vision, and all of a sudden, you’re on the floor. quinn has punched you so hard, that you fell backwards and hit your head on the floor, causing you to pass out.

“QUINN!! YOUR HAND!” rachel immediately comes to her rescue. she looks at you, passed out and bleeding on the floor, and smiles. “i have a first aid kit in my locker, let’s go fix up your hand.” they interlock hands and walk away, finn running to the choir room. “i heard yelling what did i-“ his words are cut off by him screaming, seeing you in your state. “why aren’t you guys doing anything??” he exclaims, the other members looking at each other and shrugging. “y-your girlfriend is ch-ch-cheating on you with quinn,” tina stutters, finn’s face dropping. “what??” when no one answers, he bends down to check your pulse.

“she’s… she’s gone.”

this is meant to be bad i promise. dts: @planetpedri @halfwayhearted 😘😘😘

[fandxmslxt69]

stared at wolfythewitch's art too long, now i'm dusting off my copy of the iliad (fagles) i bought 10 years ago. let's see if I can make it past page 81 🤞🏾

THE ILIAD !!!!!! my favourite loser, Achilles bless him.

stop im rewatching all of wolfythewitch's animatics again on youtube (i have them. all tabbed) as i wait (im)patiently for Wednesday,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

I LOVE ODYSSEUS He's so. dumb. OKAY NO so i definitely 1000% romanticise these characters WAY too much but also idc bc it makes reading fun. why YES i am sitting on my bed reading the chunky Odyssey and giggling at my book, calling Odysseus' silly for the tenth time in the past hour. So? It's fun and i think im funny.

I HOPE YOU MAKE IT FRIEND !!!! um yeah no i never read the iliad OR the odyssey full actually. i've read bits and pieces. i've also read so many retellings and articles so i kind of just. Know. i WANT to read them but i want to buy pretty versions so i can annotate them to be Smart

sigh. i love myths. i love them all so much. I think i love Odysseus over the others though - he's just my favourite. he's so silly and he doesnt know how to shut up.

i was talking to one of my english teacher's who read the odyssey for her master's at university and i was like "if i could sum up the whole story, it would be that Odysseus cannot keep his mouth shut so it gets him into trouble" and she was like "i wish i was as funny about the story when I was reading it. i HATED that book," i mean FI|GURES it was for CLASS.

but.

GUFHGUHBFGHUHBFGHUHBGJHBG Odysseus <3333 he's so. silly i love him please give him a break thank you. and Achilles too i guess. but he did all his problems to himself so. thats different!!!

[north-wilkesboro-moonshine-cave]

congratulations to Mme. Pascale Leclerc, who has surely just experienced both the funniest and most unhinged weekend a mother could ever have. Dear fucking christ, I hope your middlest son brought you a bottle of champagne for yourself, ma'am.

[redrose10]

Trope 7, prompt 18 (nsfw) & 50 with Taehyung ? 🫶🏻

I hope you like it!

<The Silent Game>

Trope 7 Childhood Friends

#18 “Let’s play a game…The first one to make a noise looses.”

#50 “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

Taehyung x Female Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Smut- but nothing over the top crazy, Mostly just oral (I’m still really bad at writing smut I’m sorry)

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A long weekend away in a cabin with your friends was just what you needed. A few days of nature, eating good food, having a few drinks, and laughing like you hadn’t in a long time.

You were looking forward to it but then one by one things started going wrong. Your best friend Mia backed out at the last minute. A huge snow storm hit the area right before you arrived shutting down most of the town meaning you wouldn’t be able to leave the cabin. Then there was a huge bombshell that had been dropped on you once everyone arrived. Apparently, the rental company had double booked the large cabin that your group had originally reserved. That one had enough bedroom to sleep two per room. The only option left was the “newlywed cabin” which only had one bedroom. After discussing it amongst your friends you agreed that since you guys had already driven all the way there and it was late and the roads weren’t great and the company refunded your money and let you have the small cabin for the weekend for free, you would stick it out.

You guys decided to let the actual newlyweds, recently married Namjoon and his wife Mia, have the bedroom leaving the rest of you to sleep in the living room.

At first it seemed like of fun, almost like the sleepovers you used to have with your friends growing up.

Jin and his girlfriend were bickering about who got to sleep closest to the fireplace. Yoongi was already on spider patrol trying to relocate several spiders while a panicking Hoseok was hiding behind him. Jungkook was quick to raid the snack supply while Jimin and his fiancé tried to salvage what they could. Even with all of the commotion it was strangely peaceful to be there with everyone.

Later that evening the whole group was getting hungry, maybe even a little hangry (Poor Jimin getting his head chewed off by Jin for blinking to loud) but you were all trying to be polite and wait for the last person to arrive. Namjoon had invited a coworker to join you guys after making sure everyone was good with it. Something about he recently had his heart broken and was really down and lonely. Namjoon made sure to throw in that he was extremely handsome knowing you were single and looking.

Finally after what felt like forever the door opened and along with the cold air came a sight that froze you in your spot.

Namjoon’s friend…the one he was hoping you’d hit it off with….was none other than Kim Taehyung. Your childhood neighbor/best friend/crush that you confessed to in your first year of college. He politely and gently turned you down and still wanted to be friends but you couldn’t handle the hurt or embarrassment. So you slowly removed him from your life, much to his dismay. And the last time you had seen him was at your graduation four years ago. But here he was standing in the same cabin as you.

He made his way through the crowd getting introduced to everyone by Namjoon. He had always been a social butterfly that was good at making friends. As he moved through the room you could feel his eyes on you the entire time.

You tried to avoid looking at him but he still made his way over to you anyways. “Y/N.”, he said as he sat down next to you all relaxed and nonchalantly.

“Tae.”, you mumbled still refusing to make eye contact.

“Aren’t you happy to see me?”, he asked with a playful tone to his voice.

You shrugged, “I don’t know if happy is the right word.”

Thankfully Jungkook came over and plopped down in between the two of you. You gave him a raise of your eyebrows in question.

“Yoongi said he hates me and he told me to come annoy you two.”, he pouted.

“Oh my god I did not…I said you were going to get hurt holding the knife like that and to go see if Y/N or Taehyung want a beer.”, Yoongi shouted from the kitchen area making you all laugh.

Dinner went shockingly well. Taehyung as mentioned was friendly with everyone and acting like he’d been a part the group for years.

After everyone was fed and cleaned up and a movie was watched, it was time for bed. Namjoon and his wife went to their suite leaving the rest of you to get ready for your night of sleep on the living room floor.

One by one everyone got tucked in. Jin grumbled about how he was such a gentleman to let his girlfriend sleep by the fire but everyone knew she beat him fair and square in an arm wrestling match. Yoongi agreed to share his blanket with Hobi who was still convinced the spiders were out to get him. Jimin and his fiancé were cuddled under their blanket looking adorable. Jungkook decided he didn’t want to be alone so he forced himself into Yoongi and Hobis little nest leaving you and of course Taehyung. He kept his distance facing towards the window while you backed up against the couch.

When the room grew quiet and you knew you wouldn’t have to rush to share the bathroom with anyone you decided to take a much needed shower.

Just as you were exiting the shower there was a soft knock at the door.

“Y/N”, came a whisper. You cracked the door open to see Taehyung looking back at you.

“Sorry Tae, I’m almost done. Just a minute or two.”

Gently he pushed on the door. It was soft enough that you could’ve easily stopped him if you wanted to but for some reason you let him continue and open the door to step inside.

The bathroom was small, barely enough for one person let alone two, so you were cramped and nearly pushed up against him.

He chuckled, “This reminds me of that game we used to play when we were kids and we would hide and tickle each other to try and get the other one to break first so we would get caught. I would always tickle you trying to get you laugh and get us caught but you were too good.”

You rolled your eyes, “Yeah and then I tickled you in retaliation once and you giggled instantly. My dad found us I got grounded for hiding in the closet with a boy.”

There was a shift in the air. He moved a little closer. His fingers started toying with the end of the bath towel you had wrapped around your body, “Why did you cut me out of your life Y/N? I missed you…every day.”

“I…I…I was embarrassed and a little hurt that you turned me down. I was young and didn’t know how else to cope with it.”, you whispered.

“Well…I’ll admit I panicked at first. I liked you ever since we were seven and you shared your ice cream with me after I dropped mine. When you confessed I didn’t know how to handle it. I was afraid to loose you as a friend.”, he laughed knowing it was the oldest excuse but true, “After I thought about it I realized it was a chance I was willing to take. But you…you wouldn’t even give me the opportunity. I’ve spent a long…long time thinking about you, about us, about what could’ve been. And now that you’re here again…Y/N, I don’t know if I’ll be able to let you go this time.”

His lips connected with yours sending shock waves through you.

“Let’s play a game…The first one to make a noise looses.”, he whispered before nibbling just below your ear.

“Are you crazy Tae? We’re in a small house full of people.”, you hissed.

“Yeah and we’re all adults. Half of them are sleeping together anyways so it’s not like they haven’t done it before. Besides…I think the possibility of getting caught makes it that much more exciting.”, he smirked.

Your brain wanted to say no but the way his fingers were inching their way further and further underneath the towel you were wearing pushed all of those rational thoughts far away.

“If you say no I’ll turn and leave right now and no one needs to know.”, he said leaving kisses down your shoulder.

Unable to form words you gave in and you simply nodded but that wasn’t enough for him, “I need to hear it Y/N. What do you want?”

“I want…I want you.”

“You do? What do you want me to do?”, he teased.

You were getting frustrated and needy, “I want you to fuck me. Fuck me please Tae.”

“Thank God.”, he growled before pushing up on the counter. The towel that had been barely holding on at that point was torn from your body revealing yourself fully to him.

“No noise, remember?”

You nodded in agreement before taking another kiss from him.

He got down on the ground and dove into your pussy licking and sucking and slurping as if his life depended on it.

You momentarily forgot where you were and a moan escaped you causing him to stop and look up at you with a smirk, your arousal dripping down his chin.

“I believe you just lost the game.”, he grinned.

“Not fair.”, you poured, “I forgot. Let’s start over.”

Playfully he rolled his eyes but still smiled, “Okay fine, you’re lucky you’re cute. The first one to make a noise past this point loses.”

You nodded before he was back to licking at your dripping cunt sending waves of excitement through your body.

You were biting your lip so hard you swore you tasted blood but you were determined to keep quiet because no matter how good he was making you feel you were not going to lose and you also didn’t want the room full of your friends sleeping just several feet away from you to know you were about to orgasm thanks to the tongue of your childhood best friend.

Your breathing increased as the band in your belly started winding tighter and tighter.

Taehyung started to pull away but you were too close and desperate. Unable to beg you grabbed onto his hair pushing him back down to finish what he started. You could feel him smirking against you making you want to smack him but his tongue began lapping at you again and this time he inserted two fingers giving you the extra push you needed.

The band suddenly snapped and you came around his tongue squeezing down on his fingers as you wiggled and writhed trying to stay as quiet as possible.

Once he helped you work through the last bit of your orgasm he pulled away with a slick covered smirk while you were leaning back against the mirror trying to catch your breath.

Sick of seeing him act so cocky and also determined to win and have him make a sound you mustered up a little strength and quickly jumped off the counter switching places and forcing him to lean back.

You hooked a finger into the waist band of his sweats and pulled them and his boxers down in one swift motion allowing his painfully hard erection to finally spring free. The tip bright red and already dripping.

Not wanting to waste any more time you took him fully in one go with your nose hitting his lower belly making you gag. You hoped he wouldn’t count that as you making a noise and it didn’t seem like he would as his hips involuntarily jerked forward searching for more of you making it your turn to smirk.

You ran your tongue along the underside of his length tracing a vein that seemed to pulse under your touch as you used your hand to pump him several times.

You snuck a glance at his face smiling as you saw the blissful look he had. His cheeks rosy and eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He bit his lip hoping to muffle any sounds just as you did.

You returned your mouth to him taking as much as you could. His hand was searching for something to grab onto so you assisted him by placing it on the back of your head giving him the go ahead to use your mouth to chase his own release.

His thrusts became more and more erratic and you knew he was getting close.

You were getting worked up again yourself so you began feverishly rubbing at your swollen clit chasing your own high as you continued to bob up and down on his rock hard cock.

Just as you were about to reach your second orgasm Taehyung happened to look down and watched as you came again while playing m with yourself, using the act of going down on him to get off.

The sight making him loose all self control. Seconds later he moaned a strained out version of your name before coming in your mouth, the warm liquid landing deep down your throat.

You made sure he could see you swallow before standing up with a smirk feeling victorious.

“I think I heard a moan which means I win the game.”, you gloated.

“Fuck Y/N, I’ll let you win anything any time if you do that again.”, he gasped still out of breath.

The two of you got cleaned up and you opened the bathroom door ready to walk out and finally get some sleep when you stopped, feeling your entire body heat up and blush.

Yoongi was calmly leaning against the kitchen counter eating a bowl of cereal.

You were stunned speechless and extremely embarrassed.

“Late night snack?”, you questioned trying to break the awkward silence.

He nodded, “Yeah well… Hobi woke me up so I could walk outside with him so he could pee since SOMEONE was taking forever in the bathroom.”, he glared at you two making you blush even more if possible, “I wanted some water before I went back to sleep but then I heard about your little game you two were playing and suddenly got really invested in who was going to win…so I made myself a snack.”

If being embarrassed could kill you would’ve been dead. Yoongi placed the empty bowl in the sink before turning off the light and walking down the hall like nothing had happened.

“At least it was only Yoongi. He’s the chillest of the group.”, you whispered to Taehyung.

“Nope we all know. Everyone took bets and now Jungkook, Jimin, and his fiancé have to make breakfast in the morning because they lost.”, you heard him say from down the hall earning a long groan from you and a hearty laugh from Taehyung.

[cyanide-sippy-cup]

So, Book of Bill, huh?