#maybe when i stop seeing that i’ll find a new thing to bitch about

[rapdogmon]

Are we like? Just ignoring the fact that she continues to endorse a genocide because it is (financially) beneficial?

I mean honestly I don’t hate Harris. or Biden, who has actually done a lot of good in the last four years especially considering the mess he had to clean up. but whatever gets the “my imaginary moral high ground is more important than peoples’ lives” fucks to vote.

[irisinluv]

Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? PT 1

All I could do was stare at my reflection. This had to be a joke. I was going to wake up in my bed, right this instant.

“FUCK!”

Ok, so, pinching myself hurts. That’s fine. This is like. Some sort of lucid dream. What do they say to do if you’re lucid dreaming? Oh, that’s right, put your finger in your palm, it’ll phase through!

I resist the urge to scream as my finger meets solid flesh.

You see, I’m not in the right body. Or the right world from what I can tell. No, I’m supposed to be back home, waking up in a panic as I realize my alarm didn’t go off cuz my phone died after I stayed up way too late reading manga.

But of course, I’m not late to work, I’m in a lavish bedchamber right out of the latest webcomic I’d been reading! And by the looks of it…. I’m the crown princes crazy fiancé! As much as I love reading about the Isekai trope, I never wanted to be in one! And come on- as the Yandere Villain!? Couldn’t this at least be original? There’s hundred of stories just like “my next life as a villainess,” why couldn’t I be like… a stable hand or something? Ugh. Ok. Think!

I need to get home. Do the protagonists ever get back home in the stories I read? I pace around my room and rack my brain over every webcomic I’ve ever read, every manga I waited in line for, every anime I binged, even the unfinished manhwas! I can’t think of a single fucking one where they get home?

Well this isn’t going to stop me. I have a cat who’s going to absolutely flip if she’s not given fresh kibble in the morning. She has enough in her bowl for another 2 days but she needs it topped off ok! She’s a princess! I can’t be stuck here! Who’s going to throw her pompom toy for her if I’m not there???

What did all these have in common? What’s the barebones trope layout? Ok let’s see

1) person either died or falls asleep and wakes up in a new world…. Check

2) person is the villain!…. Check

3) to avoid the characters terrible death, person tries to change the story, ends up being new protagonist…

Ohhh… hey…. Do these Isekai characters ever just…. Play along? Even the “reincarnated as a baby” ones, they only play along till they’re old enough to try to run away or rework the political structure of the entire city. Maybe that’s it. Make it to the books natural end, and you’ll wake up where you belong. It’s like when you get part of a song stuck in your head. Play the whole song, and it’ll get out.

Ok, I’ve trained most of my adult life for this- I can totally ace this trope! I just have to stalk the crown prince, act totally in love with him, and be a bitch to the female lead. Then my finance will leave me, I’ll do some crazy dramatic act to try to kill the female lead, and then I’ll be exiled or executed, and wake up to feed my cat. How hard can it be?

Hard. It’s very hard.

Where the hell did he go!? My fiancé, the crown prince Eric, was JUST HERE. I swear! He turned that corner back there and then went down this hall… at least I think it was this hall? Ugh! This is impossible! For someone with such loud shoes and an armed escort, you’d think he’d be easier to follow! Now my feet just hurt. They don’t make these fancy shoes to run around the castle all day. They’re meant to daintily peek from beneath my many skirts as I host a tea party or some shit.

Ok. I’ve got this! I’ll just peek into each room until I find him, maybe I can get a better feel for the layout, or maybe find his office and see if he has a schedule or a day planner or something I can use to make this whole stalking thing easier.

I begin snooping, and it’s a bit of thrill to be honest! Back in my real life, I’m the kind of person to hide a wrapper deep in the trash can if I’m babysitting, sitting on the floor playing a game on my phone after the kid goes to bed rather than “making myself at home” the way the parents insisted as they showed me how to access Netflix. I’ve never been a snooper. Now…. Well. It’s totally on brand for this character! I’m not me, I’m a psycho lovesick fool! I giggle a bit at that as my fingers trail over a shelf of beautiful pottery in some sort of sitting room.

“What’s so amusing dearest?”

I practically screech as my heart leaps to my throat and I whirl around, and see the very person I’d been searching for has snuck up on ME…. That’s so unfair!

“W-what? O-oh! Nothing! I was just- uh, admiring the pottery?”

I stutter out as I try to recall how to act like a human being while simultaneously trying to stop feeling my own pulse in my ears. The idiot has the nerve to LAUGH! Full on snort and everything!

“What are you doing in this wing anyways? Weren’t you meant to be out riding today?”

Shit. I was so busy trying to figure out his schedule, I didn’t consider maybe the body I was shoved into had a schedule of her own. Ok. Play it cool- I’ve got this!

“Yes, well, I decided I wasn’t in the mood and wanted to stay in today instead.”

His brows furrow

“Oh, but you love riding? Are you feeling ill? I can fetch the royal physician for you if you-“

“No! That’s- that’s quite alright! I simply wanted a change of schedule, that is all. Um… what about you? What are your plans for the day?”

He looked a bit surprised at that, and a small smile danced on his lips.

“I was just going to the library to do some paperwork, boring stuff really, and then of course our dinner at its regular time.”

I nod like that means anything to me. Ok think, if I were crazy in love with this man, what would I say?

“Would you like some company? Reading in the library sounds really nice, maybe we could have some tea as well?”

Ok. I’m already fucking this up. He looks confused…. God damnit …. I knew I shouldn’t have skimmed over those early chapters- but the translation was shit ok!?

“Well… I’d actually love that. But are you sure? You haven’t exactly shown interest in reading, and you’ve never requested something like this before…. In fact I don’t think I can recall the last time we’ve interacted outside of dinner or a scheduled social event in… well. Ever.”

Wait…. What? Isn’t my character like goo-goo-ga-ga over him? Are you telling me she never asks to just… spend time with her lover? They only talk during dinner and parties or whatever?

“Of course, I think it’ll be relaxing! Just lead the way!”

My brain is working overtime as I smile politely at him as we reach the library and I pretend to browse for books. I’m missing something here. What is-

Oh. Shit. That’s right. I’m supposed to be really insecure and awkward about him. That’s why she stalks him- she spends all her free time obsessing over this man from the shadows, threatening the competition…. Yet chokes up when it comes to how to act natural. Her inferiority complex is what drives her entire character. And then to him, they’re just two nobles in an arranged marriage who speak on dull subjects like the weather and horse rides…. And who barely interact.

This must have been a real big shake up, she always stays out of sight, they never run into each other by chance. And she certainly never would ask to sit and read with him…. Maybe watch him do his work from a hidden keyhole somewhere, but that’s right…. She IS more of a traditional lady with her hobbies. She was raised to be the perfect noble wife, so naturally, her hobbies include things like dancing, needlepoint, and horse riding. The only studies she’s interested in are etiquette and things that noble ladies are supposed to know.

Well…. Shit. That’s so like me to already have fucked this up. But that’s ok. That’s ok- he’s going to meet the female lead and fall in love and so I just have to be the obstacle they need to overcome. Surely the details don’t matter too much…. It’s my first day in the job ok? Not everyone’s perfect!

I find a book that honestly actually sounds interesting, it’s historical, but it’s giving Hellen of Troy, the closest to a dark romance I think I’ll get from an academic personal library like this. I settle into what looks like the comfiest chair in the central area, and begin reading. The prince and I exist comfortably, the only sound being the scratch of his pen, and the occasional rustle of paper as he flips a document or I finish a page. We continue like this for several hours until he puts down his pen and clears his throat, getting my attention.

“I know it’s a long way from dinner…. But I was thinking I’d grab something light for a mid day meal and then take a walk about the gardens …. Would you care to join me?”

Honestly, some lunch and pretty royal gardens sounds like so much fun, so I agree. As we begin walking, I ponder how I can recover from all this.

You know what.. this can totally still go to plan. This is just me being the evil villain and sinking my claws into him! The female lead will appear, and I’ll reveal my true, nasty side to her! She’ll have to fight to save the prince from his marriage to me!

*insert evil laughter!*

“You’re smiling.”

“W-what?”

“A smile. It suits you. You’ve been doing that a lot today….. I like it.”

Ok and now I’m blushing. I go to reply when I suddenly find myself weightless for a moment, and then hit the ground with a hard thump.

“Ow! What the-!?”

My eyes snap up and glare at this pretty blonde girl who just rammed into me, and sent me flying

“Do you not know how to watch where you’re going!? Owww…. Ugh.”

Ok I’m sorry I’m usually a nice and understanding person but I’ve never been literally knocked over before! Who does that to a person?

Eric helps me to my feet and sends a reproachful glare toward the girl, asking me if I’m alright with most concerned look…. And the girl gasps and says,

“C-crown prince Eric! I apologize! I’d didn’t recognize you!”

She drops into a curtsy and lowers her eyes all demure and modest as if she hadn’t just bulldozed me. I send an incredulous look toward Eric…. She… didn’t see HIM? I’m the one she took out? He gives me an equally puzzled look and so I decide, you know what, fuck it. I’m this evil person in this world…. I need to act like it!

“And not recognizing his highness is an excuse for taking out the princess consort, soon to be crown princess? Are you blind or just daft?”

Oh my god I really just called someone daft! This feels like when you stay up late thinking all the witty comebacks you could’ve used against your high school bullies, except actually using them in the moment!

And Eric is being a sweetie and letting me handle this, waiting expectantly for blondie to answer me, just prompting her,

“Well?”

“Forgive me…. Princess consort…. You are right. My oversight in inexcusable. It appears neither of us were looking where we were going. I hope we can start fresh!”

I scoff- that’s it? Who does this bitch think she is? Yes, I was looking at Eric, but I was going a walking pace, who rounds a corner with so much force that you knock someone over?

Suddenly something clicks- oh shit! This is the female lead!!!! This scene happened in the story, just without the prince here. This is good, that means this is on track. Although I gotta say- I was much more on the female main characters side when reading it. Now, I just feel like she’s one of those mean girls in high school who’s not *technically* doing anything mean. Anyways- what was I supposed to say? That’s right.

“Yes…. Well. I’m sure we won’t be seeing much of each other anyways. If you’ll excuse me-“

Nailed ittttt…. Now her line?

“Well, actually…. My name is Lady Cressida, and I’ll be staying in the place for several months as my father is a foreign ambassador overseeing trade agreements with his highness the king. So I imagine we will be seeing *plenty* of each other. That goes for you too your highness! So please- forgive me, I look forward to getting to know each of you better!”

Oh that’s so cool, seeing her recite the lines from the story. But ok- I have a role to play as well. I scoff and grab Eric’s arm, pulling him behind me as I storm off, playing the part of entitled lover, stuck up and irritated at this ambassadors daughter who DARED to speak to my love.

Yea, this will work, Eric will think Cressida is a genuine sweetie, and see me as being the unreasonable bitch who’s refusing to accept her apology, or apologize for not looking where I was going either. And now I’m manhandling him- totally unlady like. God I’m killing this aren’t I? Minimum wage job and demanding cat, here I come!

What I don’t see, as I lead Eric by the arm, is the cold glare he shoots towards Cressida, before smiling down at our connected hands, an unreadable look in his eyes.

Part 2

[sl0t4matt]

smut w marc guiu where some boy is trying to talk to the reader in a party and marc gets jealous and then reader and marc end up doing things in his car please🤭

m. guiu | jealous looks good on you

warnings: smut

marc annoyed the shit out of you today. he’s been such a bitch, fighting and complaining about any minor thing you did wrong. you know your boyfriend can be sassy at times, but today he’s been extra.

you’re supposed to be the girl in the relationship not him and he’s the one acting bitchier than you. today you got especially tired of it, so you called your friends and brought them to the club, bringing you to now, sitting on a chair beside the bar, waiting for your friends to come back from dancing.

you didn’t join them because your legs gave up on you a few minutes ago when you were dancing, like your life depended on it.

you decide to get on your phone, check a few messages, before they get back, so you get on instagram, immediately noticing that hector posted a story.

you click on it seeing a booth of the club you are exactly in. you keep watching the video scoffing at seeing marc in the corner of it, he’s not alone though. a girl is sat beside him, talking to him. a little too close for any girlfriends liking.

“what the fuck.” you mutter, huffing at him finding a new girl exactly after you fought. pathetic really. she’s not even close to your level.

“hi, i’m diego. i saw you dancing a few minutes ago, you looked stunning, could i buy you a drink?” an attractive man sits down beside you. he looks like he’s in his 19s or maybe 20s, with dark skin and dreadlocks.

if marc can talk to other women, what should stop you to? maybe you could even get him jealous and make him see how much he actually needs you. “yes i would love that, actually.” you smile at him.

“perfect, what would you like?” he grins back, his pearly white teeth peeking through his lips. “i’ll take a negroni, thank you.”

“a negroni for the pretty woman beside me, please.” he winks at you. you innerly cringe at his words but don’t let it show. you get the drink in a heartbeat since it only had three ingredients. you smile at the bartender, taking the drink.

“so, are you new in barcelona?” he asks, leaning closer to you. “i moved here a few years ago, for uni.” you answer, sipping on your drink. “nice, what university do you go to? i go to esade.” your eyes widen. esade is one of of barcelonas elite, also super hard. “you study law? that’s like suicide.”

he laughs at your reference. “yeah, it’s a lot.” he nods, agreeing with you. “oh sorry. i go to the university of barcelona.” you answer his previous question.

“you’re good. did you come alone or with friends?” you look around trying to find your girlfriends, but failing immediately, the crowd in the dance floor being way too big to see them. the nightlife of barcelona really is something else.

“i came with my friends, i can’t find them right now, though. they’re probably dancing.” you answer, giving him a tight lipped smile.

you keep looking for them, when you suddenly meet eyes with a certain brown eyed boy, you call your boyfriend. his brows are furrowed and eyes piercing on the guy beside you. if looks could kill, diego would be five feet under for sure.

he gets up from the spot in between hector and the girl on the video and walks towards you. “oh fuck.” you mutter. diego glances at you. “what’s wrong?” he asks, but marc is already in front of you. diego furrows when he sees him.

“hermano, can i help you?” diego asks him. “yeah, you can get the fuck out of my face.” marc spats, turning to look at him. “who the hell are you?!” diego gets up pushing marc’s chest slightly, you still sitting dumbfound beside the bar.

“i’m her boyfriend, you dumbass.” marc isn’t the one to act nice. you know he could throw a whole fit in here as well as seriously hurt the guy if he really wanted to, so you get up, getting in between both of the boys.

maybe project making marc jealous wasn’t such a good idea, since you know exactly how mad marc can get when jealous.

“marc lets go.” you pull on his hand, making him look down on you, with gritted teeth. he scoffs, taking your hand and dragging you to the exit of the club.

you see hector on the way out, him laughing at marc’s outburst.

he takes his car key out of his pocket, opening it. “get in.” he demands, after opening the door to the passenger seat. you scoff, getting into his car. he turns around to get into the driver seat, walking like a mad kid you think.

“did you want to make me jealous, is that it?” he huffs. you turn to look at him, rolling your eyes. “did you? with that blonde girl?” you ask him back. “what the hell are you talking about?”

“oh please. so you’re telling me you weren’t all up on that girl beside you, taking to her.” you scoff. he can’t deny the fact that she was eye fucking him the entire time.

“fucking hell, i wasn’t all up on her, she was the one flirting with me and i literally told her i have a girlfriend.” you roll your eyes. “she was the one? because i’m sure, i literally saw that you were laughing with her on hectors story.” he scoffs.

“see! you always fucking do that shit. you don’t trust me.” you laugh, sarcastically. wow this just is really hilarious. “oh my god! i don’t trust you? you literally dragged me out of there because i was talking to a guy.” you yell at him, finding it rich coming from him.

his hand makes its way to his forehead, massaging it. “because if i didn’t, you would’ve ended up in that guys bed.” he reasons, shaking his head. “are you even hearing yourself? what the hell are you saying? bro just shut the fuck up, honestly.” you scoff, also shaking your head.

“fuck you.” he spats. “fuck you!” you yell back, turning to look at him, meeting his eyes. his eyes move from yours down to your lips, licking his own. “i hate you.” you mumble, as the both of you lean into each other, meeting your lips in a heated and aggressive kiss, taking out your madness on each other in a kiss.

his hand moves to his thigh, squeezing it. his other grips your neck, clutching around it and pulling you even closer if thats possible. your hand slips into his pants, finding his already hard cock. “fuck.” he moans into your mouth.

you start to jerking him off, collecting his pre cum with your thumb, making him tense at the sudden touch.

he pulls his seat back, mentioning you to straddle him. so you do so, each of your legs in between his lap as you feel his already throbbing cock in between your legs, begging for release. he winces, as you grind on him, while you lock lips again, feeling his stubble slightly tickle your chin.

his hand glides in between your legs, pulling your panties down. you’re already soaking and you’re sure he’s very aware of it, your juices already rolling down onto his pants.

you attempt to open his belt with a rush but fail miserably. he helps you, opening up his belt, following with sliding his pants down his hips. he hurries with taking off your top, his hands instantly gripping your tits.

you hoover over his tip, biting your lip when you feel his tip slightly touching your soaked hole. he rocks his hips upward, making his dick stretch out your cunt. you snake your hand around his neck, clutching onto his sweaty hair.

you whine, when you feel him fully inside of you, collecting all of your juices. “you’re so tight, ma.” he groans, as he takes ahold of your waist, squeezing it.

your lips hoover over his as you roll your hips back onto his, feeling his dick pulsing around you, your breasts bouncing up and down. he groans at the stimulation, panting heavily.

you quicken your movements, thrusting into him more laboriously. “marc.” you breathlessly moan his name, arching your back at the feeling, feeling closer to the edge.

you tremble from on top of him, clutching onto his shoulders, your nails digging deep into his skin, forming cat like scratches. “fuck. gonna come.“ he groans before filling you up with his warm sperm.

your legs shake around his cock before you come onto him, drenching his thighs in your come.

your head leans onto his shoulder, tiredly. a smirk forms onto his smug face, as he sees your juices all over him. “not a word.” you speak, knowing he was going to make a smart ass mark.

“for a person you hate, i can make you come quite alright, don’t you think?” he winks. “oh my god.” you shake your head.

“what did you say the last time? jealous looks good on me?” he chuckles. you hit his chest before getting back into the passenger seat. it does look good on him. you can’t lie.

[obihoebikenobi-ficrecs]

Poolverine Series: to gain true love, one must first lose their wolvirginity, i don't make the rules

By: obihoebikenobi, 23.6K as of September 13th, 2024

It's a love story baby just get fucked. Logan and Wade's love story, written in somewhat disconnected parts.

I descended into Poolverine hell and wrote a 20K and counting series about these two fuckers. Featuring: softness, migraines, love confessions, domesticity, and fucking. All that good shit.

See summaries, relevant tags, ratings, and links to all fics on ao3 below.

PART 1: i wanna hold your hand (and colossal dick, eventually), 3.5K

Rating: M

Tags: alcohol withdrawl, vomiting, literally sharing a bed, bathing/washing

“Fuck you, Wade.” “If only,” Wade said, trailing a finger over a seam on the quilt with feigned yearning, “I long for the day you allow me the pleasure of ravishing your raw skin-saber, maybe with a side of penetration–” “The only thing I’ll be penetrating is your eye sockets with these,” Logan flashed his claws, “If you so much as speak to me while we are still in this bed tomorrow morning.” “Joke's on you, I will gladly and enthusiastically take any form of penetration, in existing or fresh new holes, as long as it’s from you, Peanut.” Logan’s head pounded, but he wasn’t sure if it was from Wade’s persistent blabbering, or the fact that the last of the alcohol was wearing off. “Go the fuck to sleep.” Logan downed the last sip of vodka and willed his body to cooperate. Withdrawal was a bitch. (one pull-out couch, two bitches, vomiting, and the works, now with fucking in part two!)

PART 2: a little bit more than hand holding, 2.7K

Rating: E

Tags: wade is obsessed with dicks, bottom wade, little bit of praise kink, logan just wants a kissi

“Oh so that’s your horny face then? Watery eyes, clenched teeth? Nothing hotter than a tortured poet with a heart of gold who cries during sex.” “Wade–” “If that’s horny I’d love to see your O-face–” Wade threw an arm over his forehead, gasping. “Can you just shut the fuck up for one goddamn second, asshole?” Logan dared a sharp glance in Wade’s direction, finding him sitting perfectly still with a pleasant smile painted across his face. The smug piece of shit knew Logan wanted him. Logan cleared his throat, “Now that I have your attention,” he started, earning a snort from Wade, “So we’re clear, the more words that come out of your mouth, the more likely I’m going to sleep early and no one's getting fucked.”   (wade loses his wolvirginity)

PART 3: lesser of two evils, right?, 7.5K

Rating: E

Tags: sub logan (kinda), crying during sex, soft, rimming, angst, praise kink

“When you’re done being a bitter little bitch, I’m offering you a massage, of the non-dick variety. Because I am a nice person.” It was, indeed, surprisingly nice. Logan stared at him, hating himself for actually wanting the fucking massage, because he sure as shit shouldn’t have wanted it. “I’m going to take that blank, lifeless stare as a hell yeah. So take off your shirt and come with daddy,” Wade pointed toward the bedroom expectantly, lips drawn into a wide smile. “Don’t call yourself that again. Ever.” What a little shit. (logan gets migraines, but also gets a massage, and an orgasm. it's a lot.)

PART 4: holding hands (gone sexual), 5.3K

Rating: E

Tags: discussion of consent and logan's past issues, insecure logan, bottom logan, domestic fluff, love confessions, praise kink

“Oh my god. Oh my god.” Oh for fuck’s sake. Logan probably shouldn’t have stopped considering throwing himself in a meat grinder– “Have I died in my sleep? Is this yet another whimsical dream where I have a house husband to take care of my every need and whim whilst I labor away every fucking single day, with so little appreciation, just to feed our child–” “Shut the fuck up,” Logan muttered, feeling the stain of red warmth over his cheeks. “I don’t know what I have done to deserve this, Peanut, but I am so fucking turned on right now. I might come in my pants. That happens when people are nice to me.” “Wade, it’s waffles–” “Don’t be a kink-shamer, baby girl. Benevolence and breakfast foods get me going. Don’t even get me started on sausages.” (logan explores his feelings with wade, makes waffles for wade, gets fucked by wade, falls in love...with wade)

PART 5: and they were boyfriends (and roomates), 4.4K

Rating: E

Tags: love confessions, insecure logan, drinking to cope, angst and hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort

“I’m good.” For whatever reason, Wade apparently took that as an invitation to sit down next to him, and Logan growled, moving over so they weren’t touching. Wade shivered, scoffing at him, and kicking Logan’s foot. “Clearly not, Peanut. You’ve smoked a week’s wage of cigs in three hours and I’m fairly certain you’re still not unfucked up from all that cheap-ass donkey piss you call whiskey.” Logan was seconds, maybe milliseconds, from punching him in the fucking face–with claws–but he held back, knowing Wade only thrived on retaliation. “What’s it matter to you?” The words felt sour on his tongue and he practically spat them in Wade’s direction. “Well,” Wade took a deep breath, “I’m probably the reason–scratch that–I’m definitely the reason you’re clearly not good.” (wade takes a mid love-confession job, logan drinks about it. cue angst. subsequently, boyfriendship.)

[pikahlua]

Fourteen Days of MHA: Day 7

First Impressions

I've had something of a day, so I couldn't come up with much for this one. But since the topic is first impressions, I kinda felt like this would be the best one to use some unfinished stuff of mine? Stuff that's likely never gonna BE finished. Basically this is an excerpt from one of my write-ups that is a reenactment of my first impressions of Katsuki Bakugou the first time I watched MHA.

[excerpt begins below the cut]

Season 1: Episodes 1-2

I hate shounen rival characters. No really.

I find them repetitive, reductive, and tropey as all hell. They don’t read like real people to me. They don’t make any sense to me. As far as I can tell, they just exist to be difficult, to represent some boiled-down theme of competition that must contradict the protagonist’s perspective for the sake of being a foil. It’s just a mechanism to provide challenges to the protagonist when the storyteller can’t find a way to come up with creative new challenges. They’re all basically the same character with the same personality with the same hangups with the same insecurities with the same “character development,” and if you’ve seen one you’ve seen ‘em all.

Enter Katsuki Bakugou.

This basic bitch.

On principle I hate him. I hate his stupid little smug face. I hate his voice. I hate his goals. I hate what he does and how he thinks.

Actually, hate is too strong a word. Because what I really hate is being subjected to the monotony of another predictable rival/lancer character. So here I am, praying for a sign that there will be some sort of break in this monotony. Please, MHA, prove me wrong.

Okay, not gonna lie, this shot did something to my heart.

Oh? Oh, is he actually insightful? Are we gonna resolve his arrogant shit this soon?

I’m in shock too, Izuku.

...oh.

Oh great. Total slow burn. [heavy sigh]

Heh. Points for the lampshade.

Wait, is this show self-aware?

Season 1: Episodes 3-4

Okay Katsuki clearly took something away from that experience because he is doing the whole anime-boy-staring-out-the-window-in-contemplation thing.

Whatever. Aloof rival alert. Except it’s not an alert because they’re all like that.

Whoa, that escalated quickly!

Oh. He’s just like that. Gotcha.

That’s...actually notable, since “that day” was sometime in April and now it’s February. Okay, something’s definitely up, but I’m just not sure which version of The Rival we’re dealing with here. And maybe if I cared, I’d try to figure it out. But I don’t care enough to stop watching and think about it, so, meh, I’ll let the show tell me when we get there. [/the most naive]

God, I relate too much to both sides of the interaction.

Um. “Friends?” Is that-? Are you implying-?

Are you just a grump?

Oh, okay, I see what’s been up. He’s totally aware of how awesome Izuku is, and he’s jealous or in denial. Understandable, since he wants to be the top hero. Sucks to be the rival, my dude.

Actually, wait, if he’s been aware of Izuku’s greatness since episode 1 or 2, he’s like one of the few characters in this world who seems to get it? Which is...kind of surprising for this early on?

Season 1: Episodes 5-7

Wait, what?

Are you telling me he’s actually hot shit? Fucking great. Ugh.

Oh, oh my god, the show IS self-aware! Oh okay I’m totally here for this shit!

Oh, it’s a CATCHPHRASE.

[end of excerpt]

You already know how it all ends lol.

[estrellami-1]

If I Should Stay

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Part 1 | . . . | Part 28 | Part 29 | Part 30

They get to school and rush in just before the bell. Steve catches Eddie’s eye and blushes before he ducks his head, sliding into a seat and pulling a notebook out from his backpack.

He finds it more difficult than normal to focus, but he does his best, breathing a sigh of relief when the bell finally rings.

“Hey, Eds,” he murmurs as they walk out of class.

“Eds,” he parrots, something in his gaze that Steve can’t quite parse out.

Steve blinks, frowning slightly. “Do you not want me to call you that? ‘Cause I can-”

“No,” Eddie says. “No, it’s fine, just… new.” A light flush paints his cheeks. “I like it.”

“I’m glad,” Steve says, smiling softly.

“Steve,” someone calls from down the hallway, and Steve hides his wince when he turns to see Tommy heading his direction.

He sees the moment Tommy notices who’s with him; sees the moment his face changes. “The freak bothering you, man?” He asks, getting between Steve and Eddie.

“No,” Steve says, maybe too sharply for the way Tommy looks back at him, confused. He takes a breath, tries again. “We’re fine.” He looks at Eddie, wants to say so much, but sees him subtly shake his head.

He takes another breath. “I’ll see you later, yeah?” He asks Eddie instead. “For, uh, the project?”

“Project?” Tommy looks between the two of them, brows furrowed.

“Yeah, for Mrs. Click’s class,” Eddie says smoothly. “She hasn’t assigned it for you yet?”

Tommy looks to Steve, trying to confirm, and Steve nods. “She just assigned it, a two-page paper about the person she pairs you up with. She’ll probably stagger it, though, so you probably won’t get it for another week still.”

Only half a lie; that had been an assignment, and she had assigned it roughly a week later, but he and Eddie hadn’t gotten it yet.

Behind Tommy’s back, Eddie winks at Steve and walks away.

Steve moves to walk to his locker, Tommy following close behind. “Man, it sucks that you got stuck working with that freak,” he says sympathetically, shaking his head.

“Nah, man, Eddie’s cool,” Steve says, forcing the cheer to stay in his voice.

Tommy snorts. “What, that fag?”

“Stop it, man,” Steve says, a note of warning in his voice.

“Don’t tell me you’re sticking up for him,” Tommy sneers.

“Y’know what?” Steve says, stopping short in the hallway. “Maybe I am. Maybe I’m tired of being an asshole like you, like my dad. Maybe I want to meet people and have them like me for me, not for what I can do for them, or for the money or the big house.” He shakes his head. “Stay the same if you want, change if you want, but I’m done.”

Tommy grabs his arm, and Steve yanks it away, glaring at Tommy. “Don’t do that,” he says. “And leave Eddie alone.”

“Or what?” Tommy says, grabbing at Steve’s arm again.

Steve intercepts, grabbing his wrist, giving a warning squeeze. “You really don’t want to find out,” he mutters, dropping Tommy’s wrist and walking away before Tommy can get a word in edgewise.

Robin brushes past him on his way to his locker. “Proud of you, dingus,” she murmurs, and he does his best to hide the smile that brings to his face.

Carol’s waiting by his locker, popping her gum obnoxiously. “So,” she said. “Heard you were a bitch to Tommy.”

“Takes one to know one,” Steve replies. “If you’re here to convince me to stay an asshole, feel free to leave whenever you want.”

She shrugs. “Tommy can also be a bitch sometimes,” she agrees. “But the Hagan name holds almost as much power as the Harrington family.”

Steve offers her a crooked smile. “There’s more important things in the world than names.”

“Maybe,” she shrugs, unconcerned. “You know he’s majorly pissed at you.”

“Yeah,” Steve says. “I don’t really care.”

“I didn’t expect you to. Just thought you should know. He’s gonna try to get back at you.”

Steve snorts. “He’s welcome to try.”

“Alright.” Carol shrugs again, gently nudges his shoulder with her fist. “See you around?”

“Maybe,” he agrees, looking at her. “What do you see in him?”

She sighs, looks down the hallway. “I think once upon a time I saw who he could be.”

“And now?”

“I’m afraid of who I’ll be if I leave him.”

Steve offers her a commiserating smile. “You’ll be yourself,” he says. “But it can definitely be scary.”

She grins, sharp, pulling her mask back on. “Damn, Steve, when did you get smart?”

He smirks at her as he shoulders his backpack. “It’s not that. It’s that I finally care enough to say something.”

With that, he walks off to his next class, mentally thinking about his schedule and holding in a groan. Chemistry. He hated chemistry, the first time, and something tells him he’s going to hate it just as much this time around.

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[maggie-margret-blog]

Friends with Tattoo Benefits

Mingi was one of those guys you just couldn’t replicate. he had a sort of passion for life that was kinda hard to find in people.I had been seeing him as an artist for a little over a year now, slowly but surely filling my arms and mid section with ink. He was talented and enthusiastic about each new project I threw his way, may it be big or small. Mingi himself only had a handful of tattoos littering his milkish skin,but claimed he was in it for the arts, not the personal experience. I had a theory he was just a bitch about pain or needles, nevertheless I never bothered him about it during our sessions. And he couldn’t lie about the money either. It was good fucking money.

Mingi had become somewhat of a best friend, mixed in with all the other things that come with being in close contact for so long.

We had first met that one fateful morning, 2am to be exact, when I had decided that drunk tattoos would be a hilarious idea. In hindsight it was a wonderful memory and honestly I was better for the experience. My young, college ego had been inflated and a stupid decision was just what I needed to keep my head on my shoulders. The night had just begun for me and my friends, bar hopping and partying at each frat house we could bare to see the inside of. All the ones I had seen prior were rat nests, and yet I chose to place myself there. A few of my friends had tagged along one Friday in search of some of my famous shenanigans. Modesty forbid I ever keep my thrills to myself.

“C’mon let’s dip, this place sucks.” Renel quoted as she threw down a pink solo cup onto the frat house floor. We had only been there about 30 minutes and already we were feeling the effects of poor party planning. A dozen or more drunk college girls stood in a tight circle, grinding on any available guy, and in some cases other gals as Salt Shaker boomed from the shitty stereo system. Since the Ying Yang twins weren’t the vibe for the night, I wholeheartedly agreed- “Let’s get the fuck out!”

“I’m barely drunk! Give me a fucking minute!” San hollered over the loud music, grabbing onto Renel’s ponytail and stopping her from moving any further towards the door. “There’s smoke in my eyes, this drink taste like dog shit and my thong is literally splitting my asshole in half, San.” Renel growled as she swatted his hands away. “That’s your fault. Just take it off and sit down.” He laughed, knowing he was only egging her on. “Fine, here-“ Renel said smuggly as she reaches under her sequined skirt, pulling the lacey garment down her legs and stepping out of it. “Woah Ren-“ I began, on my for her to grab the thong and shove it in San’s pocket. “I’ll go sit down.”

“San you asshole.” I laugh lightly, never quiet getting over those two’s battles. “Remind me to give this back to her. If Yunho ever finds out I have his girlfriend’s thong in my pants, he’ll kill me.” He chortles. “I don’t think I will. You deserve a beating.” I joke.

“Tryna get rid of me?”

“Maybe.”

“He’s twice my size. I’m dead.”

“You’re a good guy, you’re fine.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m heading out. I’m meeting my friend downtown.” Hongjoon, another one of chipper friends, said as he pushed past us towards the exit. “Who?” I called out as the sixth drink I had been nursing finally began to hit me. Whatever this shit was was weak, and disgusting. Yet, I was still drowning my weekend stresses in it.

“Mingi. You know that tattoo guy I was talking about.” Hongjoon enthused. This guy was always so happy for some reason. “Are you getting a tattoo?” I asked again.

“Yeah why? You wanna come?”

“I’ll go. Anything to get me out of here.” I agree hastily as I set the solo cup I had been drinking from down. “I’m drunk enough I’ll go.” San called, as if he hadn’t been complaining of the opposite just minutes ago. “Go tell Renel.” I bark as I follow Hongjoon out into the yard.

Once San and Renel had caught up to us, we were already halfway downtown, passing bar after bar and collectively agreeing that we should all go to each one. “If we keep this up I’ll literally never make my appointment.” Joon whined as he threw back one last shot. “Fine, okay let’s go.” San gave a unionized answer for us all. “Mingi’s gonna kill me. He’s supposed to be closing and I’m already 20 minutes late.”

“We’re almost there Joon, calm down.” San said with a hint of a slur. With that statement we came up upon the shop. The neon light was already off, but a man sat at the counter with his head down to scroll on his phone.

“Hey Mingi! Sorry I’m so late!” Joon said sorrowfully as he brought his hands together and bowed shallowly. “Hey, no don’t worry about it. I was just chilling out.” The man spoke as he raised from the counter and reached out for Hongjoon’s hand. The whole place reminded me of a mechanic’s shop. Sort of industrial and gray, but art was strewn across the walls and a few neon light had been added to spruce up the place.

The size of this man had me speechless, though my drunken stupor may have exaggerated it. Mingi was maybe 6’0 and broad in the shoulders and chest. I could tell by the way his black compression shirt stretched over his muscles, rippling in their definition. With the buzz already prominent in my head, this man looked like a playground to me. All I wanted to do was climb him. I could feel a flush flooding my cheeks as he and Hongjoon giggled and joked over sketches and last minute ideas. I could just play it off as a liquor blush, but I knew it was because of him. Fuck he was attractive. He was just so big and handsome.

“Shouldn’t take too long. Maybe an hour.” Mingi said softly as he looked over the small design. It seemed to be just a simple spiderweb with a few intricacies.

As soon as Hongjoon laid down on the sterilized bed, he was snoring. Joon had never once been awake during a session. Either this was a result of the alcohol, or the pain was a sickening comfort for him. Either way he was out. I spent m my time, however, inspecting the artist and the way he did every little thing. His gloves were blue like they had at a doctor’s office, tight and defining over his veined hands. The tips of his thick fingers were gripping the gun firmly with a controlled pressure. His focus and precision were evident in both his work and how he carried out his task. Why was everything about him so alluring?

“Joon? Are you good buddy?” Mingi asked after working on the piece for a good hour. It was swollen and puffed, but I could already tell it would heal beautifully. “Yeah, I’m cool.” Joon said groggily.

San and Renel were sleeping across the waiting room chair at this point, San’s jacket draped over Ren’s legs. That’s small detail made me chuckle. Sure they had their differences, but if she was naked from the waist down in public, he’d protect her. “Dude sick, thank you.” Joon said as he looked over his Achilles heel, now inked and decorated. “No problem man. Now pay me and go home.” Mingi laughed lightly as he pushed Joon towards the front.

“How much?” I asked as an interception. “Hm?” Mingi cocked his head to the side as I stood from my seat, still a little wobbly from all the alcohol in my system.“How much for a small tattoo? A really little one.” I asked. I hadn’t known how I would get close to him, but this was the perfect opportunity. This way I really inspect him up close. Stare deep into his concentrated expression and analyze his eyes. Oh fuck, those eyes.

“Uh, all depends I guess. Why, do you want one?” He questioned as he handed Hongjoon a pen to sign his receipt. I nodded vigorously as I popped up from the plastic chair. I had no clue what I was doing, or why I just agreed to get a tattoo on the spot, but here I was. “Cool, give me a minute.” Mingi said with a smile, showing off his row of beautiful teeth. They weren’t straight but who cared? Not me! He was so cute!

“We’re gonna head out. I’ll get her back to Yunho.” Hongjoon said as he shook Renel awake for a minute or so. “Okay,” I said shortly as a twinge of turmoil erupted in my stomach. Sure this was kind of what I wanted, to be alone with this new hunk, but now I was alone alone? My body shivered involuntarily, spine tingling and adjusting at the thought. “Where’re you going San?” My voice was timid, a gleaming ray of hope in eye as i asked. I was praying that he could be talked into staying with me. “I’m going home so I don’t die. You know how Woo is if I’m not in before sunrise.” I only nodded at the statement as the unsettling feeling began to sober me. But I couldn’t pass this up!

“This way m’lady.” Mingi’s voice broke my illusion of loneliness as all my prior thoughts raced back in. He was the reason I stayed anyway. “Thank you.” I punctuated with a head nod as we walked back to where Hongjoon had just been napping. “Now, what’s going on? What’re we doing?” Mingi asked as he sat back against the counter, arms crossed to expose the few tattoos he had. Though not plentiful, they were big and loud. The one he sported on his left forearm was a colorful mural of what seemed to be hyper realistic squid. The body was red and luminescent with a somewhat manly aura somehow. It was an interesting choice for sure, but it was executed beautifully so I had to admire it for that reason. His right arm was detailed in black and white, a few odd and ends tattooed on his skin, probably to represent certain things. I did notice a small KQ prominent on the first knuckle of his index finger. KQ had been a music club hosted on my campus for years.

I laughed internally at the thought of this big, beefy man singing in a choir, or performing The Newsies at the campus theater. He didn’t seem the type. “Anything I guess. Maybe something coquette-ish.” I babbled, unable to tear my eyes away from Mingi’s form in front of me. I stood sheepishly in front of him, a facade of confidence saving me face, but only a little bit since I was still kind of drunk. “Coquette-ish? Like the frilly bows and Victorian shit?” His voice reverberated is low bass over the air. I watched his mouth and nose as he repeated what I had said, then nodded. He nodded along and choked down a chuckle.

Mingi drew up a tiny little design, detailed with a small, pink ribbon tied into a bow with a pearl accent. It was actually very cute and even my sober mind loved it. Something tiny and coquettish. I was so happy with it.

“You know I don’t usually do walk ins.” He said as he etched a stencil. “Oh? Why start tonight?” I asked, looking over his shoulder, feeling the heat rising from his body. “If I’m being honest I thought you were cute. And I’d rather you get a good drunk tattoo instead of one you’ll regret.” He chuckled lightly, but my face turned red at the mention of his attraction. He thought I was cute? “Now where do you want it?” Mingi asked as he turned to look at me, now just inches from my face. I had practically been his shell for the last 15 minutes as I watched him sketch, so the sudden movement surprised me. I stumbled backwards a bit, and was sure to fall of Mingi hadn’t gripped onto my belt, pulling me back to stability. His hand was nestled between our two bodies, now practically sandwiched together. I couldn’t help myself as the moment dragged on, but I looked forward at the chest I was now level with. Traveling upwards, my eyes met his. They pooled with a twinge of worry and one other emotion I couldn’t quite express. “Sorry,” I mumbled briefly as I stepped back, only for his hand to stay firm on my leather belt. “No, no it’s okay. Are you alright?” He questioned, unmoving from his position. “Y-yes I’m fine.”

The air was thick and heavy around us. The room wasn’t too big so that might have had something to do with it, but probably not. It was more likely the tension between us that simmered. His hand stayed on my belt, even going as far as to tighten his grip. “How drub are you?” He asks suddenly.

“I’m, I’m practically sober.” I answered.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“N-no I don’t.”

“Do you know where you are right now?”

“Tattoo shop.”

“Be more specific.” He hummed lowly as his hand pulled me closer, my hip flush against his thigh.

“Flaming Ink, downtown Astoria,” I answered again, quieter than before.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked finally, lowering himself to my level so he could see my expression clearly. My face was burning as it was, so for him to face me directly turned me to mush. And to kiss him? Oh fuck I could’ve vomited with how nervous I was!

I nodded slowly as the larger man braced my jaw in his palm, gently pulling me forward and pressing a hunger pained kiss to my lips. I was taken aback by the way he was already desperate for the contact. To be fair, so was I. The kiss only lasted about 3 seconds before he pulled away, lips parted and eyes droopy. The flecks of his dyed hair fell into his line of sight. The image in front of me was borderline erotic to say the least. I could tell by the look in his eyes that we were nowhere near finished.

Hastily, my arms found perch on his shoulders and I reconnected our lips, lapping at the pillowy petals and melting as he returned the favor. He tugged me closer, hands finally leaving my belt and landing on my waist, pulling my hips to his own. This was all too much yet I couldn’t (wouldn’t) stop myself. I had only wanted him for an hour or so, but that was an hour too long with out him.

Our lip lock progressed into something else entirely, and what that was I didn’t know. Something primal. Something languid and wet. Before I could count his teeth with my tongue, his hands were burrowed down the back of my jeans, fingers gripping at my ass haphazardly. The hum of the overhead lights was enough of a lullaby to keep us in the moment. Soft murmurs from the radio entwined around us and took the lead. “Mingi,” I said hushly, placing a hand on his chest. Oh finally I got to feel it. The muscles tensed under my touch and I watched the nipple harden from under the shirt. “Hm?” He acknowledged my plea and stopped himself. “I’m sorry it was all so fast, I-“ he began to explain himself, hands leaving my behind.

“No, no keep it there. I’m just— kinda you know, worked up.” I heaved as I kept eye contact with him. Those eyes, those honey brown eyes. Somehow the orange and yellow tendrils of hair complimented his eyes perfectly, encasing them in a warm, golden light. He was beautiful.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” His breath fans over neck slightly.

“Yeah, just not used to it.” I admit.

As far as sexual experiences went, I was dim in the subject. Yet, this was fueling a fire I never knew I had.

“Do you wanna stop?” Mingi asks as he’s pulling away.

“No! No I don’t want to!”

With that answer, Mingi was back to exploring what was exposed of my skin. Hands, finger tips, nails. I could feel everything as he lit each of my nerve endings on fire. Each swipe of his tongue left a burning trail in its path. “Fuck-“ I whispered internally, somehow finding my hands curled in his hair, entangling in the locks and pulling at the roots. The feeling of his lips on my neck made my stomach turn and twist with excitement.

How could this happen so fast? How was this really real? Was I dreaming?

No I couldn’t be dreaming. I could feel Mingi’s curious hands pushing up my shirt, folding the fabric upwards and letting it pool onto top of my breasts. Mingi pressed open mouthed kissed on my chest, tugging cheekily at the lining of my bra, teasing the nipple as he let it free. “Pretty.” Mingi’s voice vibrated against my skin, sending shivers down my entire being. Never in a hundred years could I explain myself and my behavior. I hadn’t been this kind of girl. Sure I partied and went a little crazy sometimes, but I had been strict with dating and sex. I never fucked on a first date. Hell, we had just met, never even went out. Renel would never believe me if I told her what was happening.

My brain was fuzzy as we continued in some sort of soft foreplay. His thick fingers had found their way down the front of my jeans, rubbing generously on my stiffening clit and entrance. My breath hitched as one found its way inside of me, petting at the spongy g-spot. I couldn’t keep my knees from buckling under that sort of pressure. I remembered stumbling around in an attempt to find something solid to hold onto, or at least steady myself on as he rid me of my clothes. I could remember removing his skin tight shirt and finally getting an eyeful of his sculptured physique. He was carved artfully as if by a woman with taste and experience. My hands explored his torso, slowly but surely making their way down my boxers. I ran a polished nail down the shaft of his throbbing cock, only to grab the entirety and grace it with a few passing pumps. His belt and jeans found themselves on the floor along with mine.

I had no time to feel the inevitable embarrassment. “Mingi-“ I moaned as he took the initiative to set me on the table, lips now working down my stomach and hips. A strong hand pushed gently on my chest and gestured for me to lay back and I followed with no hesitation. The icy sensation of the vinyl coating made me shiver, but I recovered as soon as his fingers hooked to the hem of my panties. My breathe caught in my throat, Mingi dragging the garment down my legs and letting them fall where they may.

“You’re sure you’re good with this?” He asked once more, looking down at me from his standing position. His eyes were soft and concerned but I could tell he was barely hanging on. His lids sat halfway across his iris, cutting off the light to his eyes. He looked dark and sexy, but alluring. The tattoos that weren’t apparent earlier were now proudly on display.

I only reeled back slightly at the sight of his miniature. Well, you could hardly call it miniature, but you know what I meant. The dick held itself proudly, the tip a dark pink and mushroomed, while the rod was stained a lighter hue, coursing with a few deliciously placed veins.

With as tender of intentions as possible, I reached to caress the decorated man’s chest and feel the heat emitting from the skin. He was as soft as satin, the feeling becoming addictive against my fingertips. His hands traveled to meet mine, bringing the appendage to his lips and leaving a few short kisses on the palm before holding it above my head. Our fingers intertwined as his other hand cradled the soft underside of my knee, pushing it upwards.

“I’m sure.” I said finally, eyes meeting his and he came closer, pressing gentle and reassuring kisses to my cheek and neck.

“Good,” he hummed.

Another blurry moment flashed as he said a few sweet things then continued to move his body. Soon enough I was in a comfortable position with a hand in his and one helping him push inside. My head fell backward as a silent sigh left my lips. Oh shit. “Oh Mingi-“ the words fell fluidly as he breached past my entrance. The stretch alone brought me back to reality, only to be pulled back into whatever sensual scene this was as he began to adjust. His breath was low but not indistinguishable, I could tell he was already feeling good. A second or so passed in silence until the pit in my stomach had grown twice it’s normal size.

“You can move.” I say, slight circling my hips. A pained hiss left Mingi’s plump lips. He takes the bottom in between his teeth and nods as his hips break their isolation

I felt as though my lungs had been palpated, deprived of air and squeezed to the brink. I felt like I was drowning but I couldn’t stop this. This was all too good. Mingi moved with a steady rhythm and intensity. His hands roamed my chest, poking and prodding at my breasts and using them for leverage for his powerful thrusts. I almost felt ridiculous as lewd noises leaked from my throat. My body shook with excitement and my voice was shaky with adrenaline.

“So cute. I can’t fucking stand it.” He growled next to my ear as he punctuated each word with a particularly sharp thrust. I couldn’t believe I had come here to accompany Hongjoon on a drunken tattoo venture, and ended up fucking the artist.

His motions grabbed me as wild, someone with experience in pleasure. Mingi’s body was following a natural progression as the bulbous head of his well endowed cock nestled against my cervix with each violent bash of our hips. A slight shake wracked my muscles and joints as the pressure and endurance of our position grew tiresome. I was exhausted but so ready to reach a peak with him. Coils tightened in my abdomen when Mingi’s voice sounded, moans and small grunts of praise echoed from him.

“Fuck-so good-“ he panted into my neck as his body curled around mine, encasing me in a lustful embrace. Mingi’s toned arms wrapped around my shoulders and waist while his forehead dropped to my collarbone. I could feel the change in angles as he hoisted my torso upwards to meet his, somewhat suspended in air. The erratic pace and movements of his hips reminded me of some crazed animal in heat. I felt the same way though. My body was craving each and every thing Mingi would give to me. His now harsh grips left marks on my skin that I wild find later; they’d bring back me memories of this night and how desperately I would be chasing a feeling like this again.

Creaks and screeches wailed from the legs of the table, yet Mingi couldn’t have cared any less. My arms gripped around his waist, in a way, propelling him forward. “Mingi!” My voice grew weaker in the moment. I was coming close.

“Mmm- fuck…” Mingi groaned against my skin, lips flattening to my chest and hair falling messily over my shoulder. I let my body speak for me as the intensity of his movements and brought me higher and higher. My walls closed around him, clenching in an effort to warn him that I was there. “Mingi! Uh! Gonna cum-“ I moan directly into the man’s ear, hoping to affect him the way I wanted to. “Mm- go ahead baby. You can cum.” His breath was hot as he lifted his head to face me, pressing a kiss to my lips as he quickened his pace. I couldn’t stop the chorus of moans, colored in shock as he pushed me over the edge.

I lay in waves of bliss. One surge after the other. If I was being honest, I had never cum first in any of my previous encounters. This was a once in a lifetime experience for me and I wasn’t going to lie, it was beautiful.

Mingi stalls briefly before sighing in satisfaction as he pulls out of me. My body immediately misses the weight of him inside of me, closing around nothing but air and slick ejaculat. My chest is heaving as I caught my breath, warm fuzzy feelings filling my body. Never had I ever had an orgasm quite like that.

It was soon interrupted at the sound of Mingi’s hand sliding over his still hard erection. I had been so caught up in my own pleasure that I forgot that he hadn’t cum yet. I peak downward at the beautiful man, his face scrunched a bit as he leans over my body. Without much thought I place my smaller hand in his. I can see a smirk forming on his lips as he allows me to help him rub his moistened dick. His eyes open slightly as we make contact, gazes holding intently as waves of pleasure flood his system. I never break eye contact as he reaches his final breath, our hands slow and a loud cry erupts from the man.

“Oh shit- oh fuck-“ Mingi mumbles quietly, forehead nudged to mine as he unloads on my stomach. I was quick to find Mingi’s jaw and yank his sight forward, our eyes meeting once again. “You’re so pretty.” I kiss him before he can answer my statement.

“Me?” He huffs confused. His string brow bone dips in concern of the comment. “Yes, you. You’re very pretty.” I reply, pulling him in for another kiss. “Thank you.” He says genuinely as heaves and tries to catch his breath.

——

“Soooo…. Do you still want that tattoo?” Mingi jokes as he holds the collar of my shirt open above me, placing it down over my head and resting it on my shoulders.

“I might have to take a rain check on that. I’m kinda tired.” My voice was hoarse and losing volume by the minute. A mix of drinking and calling his name for an hour would do the trick.

“Anytime, really. I do actually do tattoos. I swear. I’m not just a whore.” He laughs, looking down at me as I finish dressing myself and heave a sigh.

“I believe you.”

“Good. Do you think you’ll be back?” He questioned, flicking the light switch and opening the door for me. It was almost 5 am and I had no alibi for when Renel inevitably asks what kept me out so late. My cheeks flushed as I thought over the details. I might just tell her, just to see her reaction. If I knew anything about Renel, it was that she’d flip if I told her I fucked the tattoo guy.

“I’ll be back. For that tattoo and also… you know, if you ever wanna…” I led the the statement, looking down at my hands as he walked along side me towards the dorms. “I’m down. You know for tattoos… and… yeah.” He agreed. It was barely dawn, but I could tell his cheeks were as red as mine.

As soon as we reached my dormitory, I turned to face the man who had just made my night. I craned my neck upwards to face him. Gosh he was beautiful, especially in the light of the rising sun. “Thank you so much for tonight Mingi. And for walking me home.”

“Of course. Anytime, really. Have a good night.” He said gently.

“Or I guess morning. Have a Good morning.” He repeated. I chuckled slightly, placing a hand on his chest gingerly and pushing myself to stand on my tiptoes. I was hoping Mingi would get the idea and thankfully he did. His strong hands embraced me one last time as we shared a kiss. Nothing lustful or suggestive. A light, sweet, tender kiss.

“Have a good morning Mingi.” I said finally as we broke the kiss and I ran off towards the dorm doors.

“Tell me EVERYTHING!” A shrill voice echoed throughout the whole room as Renel surprised me at the door. My heart nearly burst out of my chest.

“Girl, sit down. You’re gonna love this!”

~The End~

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

How did Bruce find out that the paparazzi knew about shop girl 👀

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Warnings: Angst; fluff; cursing; not beta-read

“Check your email.” 

“It’s nice to hear from you, too, Liz. Lovely weather we’re having,” Bruce bats back sarcastically. 

“Bruce,” Liz presses, “Put me on speaker and check your fucking email. Hurry.”

Bruce frowns at the edge of panic in Liz’s voice. He does as she orders, drawing his phone back from his ear and swiping to his email. He sees one from Liz there–something forwarded with the subject: Bruce Wayne New Bit - Proof and Profile

His brow furrows as he taps the email open, and he sucks in a sharp breath. Son of a bitch. He knew he’d seen something just before they’d left Gran Canaria. It had only been a second, just out of the corner of his eye, but the flash of a camera had been unmistakable. Still, he'd second-guessed himself when none had followed. He scrolls down to the next photo, cursing as he sees a picture of the two of them kissing in the lobby that morning. Goddamnit, he should’ve been more careful. 

“When did you get this?” He asks. 

“A friend of a friend sent it to me and asked for comment.” 

“Fuck.” 

“It’s going out today, Bruce.” 

“I’ll stop it.” 

“It’s too late to stop it.” 

Bruce pushes a frustrated breath through his nose, his fingers flexing around the phone. He has the urge to chuck it into the wall. He hesitates, then takes a few cursory steps toward the penthouse windows. He peers down onto the street, growling as he spots the gathering news vans. 

“...What are you gonna do?” Liz asks. 

“I can’t bring her back here, they’ll swarm us,” Bruce shakes his head, “And I can’t go get her.”

“Swarm.” 

“Exactly.” 

“How about I send Grant to get her? They know one another, it won’t be that weird. He can bring her to the penthouse.” 

“I don’t think the penthouse is a good idea right now.” His gaze darts to the buildings across from him, eyeing the odd flash of a camera. “Besides, she’s working.” 

“I’m sure wherever she’s working will let her go for the rest of the day.” 

They probably would, now that they must all know she’s dating the boss. Fuck. She wanted to get this without him, she didn’t want to trade on his name. Now everyone in the office is going to think she slept her way into that job. Frustration and anger burrow into his chest. Of all days—of all the fucking days, she doesn’t deserve for this to happen to her today. 

“...Liz?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Let me call you back, I’ll uh—I’ll call her, see what she wants to do.” 

“Alright. Say the word, Grant’ll get in the car.” 

“Thanks.” 

He ends the call and wandered away from the window, his heart pounding in his chest. He opens to her contact, hits the call button, and waits…And waits…And waits…Only for it to go to voicemail. Maybe she’s seen the story already and she doesn’t want to talk to him right now. He presses the call button again…and waits…and goddamnit, pick up the phone—

“Is everything alright?” 

Bruce whirls around at the question, spotting Alfred and shaking his head.

“Could you call her?” Bruce asks, “She’s not answering me.” 

“She may be in a meeting.” 

“On the first day?” Bruce frowns. 

“Such things can happen.” Alfred draws his phone out of his pocket regardless. Bruce waits impatiently, watching as Alfred waits…And then shakes his head. “No answer.”

“Try again?” 

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the accumulation of reporters and paparazzi outside, would it?” 

“It might,” Bruce grimaces. Alfred grunts, trying her phone again. Bruce feels his phone buzz and looks down, doing a double-take at the sight of her name. He raises his hand to Alfred, waving the call off as he answers the phone, raising it to his ear. 

“Hey,” Bruce starts, “I need to warn you, there’s a—” 

“There are people outside, all around the building!” 

The panicked quiver in her voice makes him feel helpless. Aw, hell, he didn’t want this. He listens, letting his eyes slide closed as she adds, “Everyone in the office has seen it, and—And I was just going to go out and get lunch and now I can’t leave, I don't know what to do—” 

“It’s okay,” Bruce reassures, though he’s almost entirely certain that it absolutely isn’t. “It’s going to be okay. I’ll get some food ordered to your office so you won’t have to go anywhere—I’ll use Alfred’s name,” He hurries to add before she can argue, “Liz’s boyfriend is going to come pick you up after work. I can have him get you in the parking lot. I’ll drive by in a different car, pull their attention away from you. We’ll go to the Manor and get out of the city for the night. We can…Regroup out there. Okay?” 

There’s a moment of deathly silence on the other end, chased by a soft sniffle. It strikes him right in the heart. He wants to be there. He wants to wipe away any tears that may be escaping her eyes, to pull her into his chest and promise her that everything’s going to be alright, that he’ll take care of her.

“Okay.” Her concession is soft, chased by a, “Thank you.” 

“It’s going to be alright, baby. I’ll take care of it. I’ll see you tonight.” 

“See you.” 

It’s a glum mumble before she hangs up the phone. Bruce sighs heavily, lowering the phone to text Liz.

“What a fucking mess,” He mutters. 

“Shall I pack a few of her things for overnight?” 

“Yes, please,” Bruce nods, shooting Alfred a grateful smile before looking down at his phone again. 

--  

The rest of the day is hell. You do your best to keep your calm, to hold your head up high and not waver or flinch at the questioning glances of your coworkers. By the time you’re heading to the garage (looking for Grant in his grey Mazda Miata), you’re worn out. You get into the car, buckling up and sliding down in your seat. 

Grant casts you a sympathetic smile.

“You okay?” He asks. 

No, you’re awful. You’re in a shit mood. You’re tired, and upset, and completely at loose ends, you want to fold like a deck chair and sob until you're out of tears—

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just, um...Long day,” You shake your head. “Long, weird day.” 

“I went through it, too,” Grant sympathizes. “When they found out about me and Liz. It never hangs around long. A couple of weeks of craziness and then they move on to the next couple. They’ll fuck off in a bit. You’ll be old news.” 

“I’d prefer to have never been news in the first place.”  

“I know. Sorry,” Grant reaches out, patting your shoulder gently. 

“...Grant?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Why aren’t we moving?” 

“I’m waiting for Bruce to text and uh—lemme know when he’s going to drive by. He’s gonna go pick up Liz, try and divert attention.” 

Oh, great. That’s all you need. Bruce being seen with Liz, you being seen with Grant, and the inevitable press coverage of an alleged love square. You slide even further down in your seat as Grant finally started up the car. 

“Put your elbow on the window,” He advises, “And cover your face with your hand, like you’re trying to sleep. On the off-chance someone does watch us instead of Bruce, they won’t get all of your face.” 

“You’ve done this before.” 

“Many, many times.” 

--  

You’ve heard a lot about the Manor, but being there is…Something else. You arrive with Grant before Liz and Bruce get there. You smile weakly at the sight of Alfred. 

“Is there somewhere I could just go and sit for a little while?” You ask. 

“I’ll show you to Master Wayne’s room. Please excuse us,” He nods to Grant before waving an arm toward a room off to the left. “There are drinks prepared in the sitting room.” 

“Thanks. I’ll see you in a bit,” Grant smiles. 

“Yeah. And—Thanks, again.”

“Anytime.” 

--  

Bruce’s bedroom is different from the one at the penthouse. It’s furnished far more grandly. Hell, from what you’ve seen so far, the whole Manor is. You kick your shoes off and pace, unable to keep still. Your belly squirms with discomfort and upset. What the hell are you going to do? You just started this fucking job, you can’t quit now—but fuck, it’s so tempting. You’ll be getting even more looks now that everyone knows that you're with Bruce. No one’s going to believe that you got the job on your own merit—except, maybe the hiring manager. Still, you didn’t expect them to go out of the way to extol your experience to everyone at the fucking foundation—

“There you are.” 

You turn at the sound of Bruce’s voice. You hardly have a chance to get a look at him before you’re barrelling into his arms. He catches hold of you without a second’s hesitation, drawing you to his chest. He rests a hand on the back of your neck, gently sweeping his thumb over your nape as you fall apart. You can’t stop the tears that you’ve been holding back any longer. You do try, but you draw in a breath just a touch too deep, and it all comes spilling out. You fist your hands in the fabric of his t-shirt, sniffling. Bruce presses a kiss to your temple. 

“I’m so sorry, baby,” He murmurs. “I didn’t have time to stop it. I should’ve been more careful.” 

It’s an apology that you’re getting more and more lately—when he’s come home late, when he’s come home hurt. He should’ve been more careful. Hell, in this instance, maybe you both should’ve been more careful. You draw back, scrubbing your hands over your face as Bruce rubs his hands comfortingly over your shoulders. You blink the tears away, sniffling still. 

“You wanna lie down?” He asks. 

“We shouldn’t,” You shake your head. “Liz and Grant are downstairs.” 

“They’ll keep.” 

You laugh in spite of yourself, some of your upset melting as Bruce’s face lights up at your smile.

“We should get down there,” You insist, “And um…We should figure out what we’re doing tonight.”

“Alfred packed a bag of your things. We can stay here if it’s easier.” 

You sigh heavily, leaning into him and pressing your face into his neck. 

“You think of everything, don’t you,” You mumble. 

“Pretty much…Though Alfred should really get the credit for that one.” 

“I’ll have to thank him.” 

“Long as you don’t thank him the same way you usually thank me—Ow!” He laughs as you pinch him in the arm.

--  

“...Did any of that help at all?” 

Bruce mumbles the question, and you can hear that he’s on the edge of sleep. It’s a surprise. Maybe he feels so bad about what’s happened that he’s insisting on spending the night in with you. Frankly, you’re not entirely sure that you care why. You just cuddle into his side and peer at the window. 

Frankly, speaking with Liz and Grant about what had happened to them did help quite a bit. It made your experience feel far less singular, though it’s still been moderately jarring. Besides, they’d helped you and Bruce strategize on how best to keep your heads down, your name out of the paper, so long as it could be helped. 

“Yes,” You admit. “Quite a bit.” 

“Good.” 

Bruce’s hand rubs tenderly over your back, nuzzling against your forehead gently. 

“There’s one thing we didn’t talk about,” He adds after a moment. 

“Mm? What’s that?” 

“You can back out.” 

It snaps you fully awake. Your heart stutters in your chest. You reel back and twist to face him, peering down at him in the dark, expecting, hoping for a teasing grin—but Bruce’s face is set with grim sincerity. 

“...You can’t be serious,” You shake your head. 

“It’s only fair that we discuss—” 

“Shut up.” 

It’s not normally a tack that you’d take with Bruce, but you’re tired, and you’re upset, and now, you’re pissed. 

“How dare you say that to me,” You shake your head, voice almost deathly quiet.

“It’s an offer—” 

“It’s bullshit,” You insist. “After every fucking thing we’ve been through—After spending a night watching over you, certain that I was going to lose you, you think I’m going to crumble because I had a fucking camera shoved in my face?” 

“I just mean,” He pushes himself to sit up and meet your eye, “That it’s one thing after another. I’m used to it, I know it can get tiring—” 

“Well I’m getting pretty fucking used to it, myself.”  

“I know.” 

Bruce’s voice is gentle and appeasing. He takes hold of your hand as you sigh heavily, lowering your gaze to your hands where they’re joined above the sheets. 

“Honestly,” You mumble, scrubbing your other hand over your eyes. “I love you way too much to be scared off from you, or from work. I can handle it, I just…I need some time to adjust. I’ll adjust.”

Bruce is quiet for a moment before he reaches out, curling his arm around your waist and drawing you into his side, pressing his face into your neck. You feel him speak. His lips brush against your neck, his words tickle your skin—but you can’t really hear what he says. You frown, turning your head in his direction a little. 

“What was what?” You press. 

Bruce seems to breathe you in before he rests his chin on your shoulder, his forehead resting against your cheekbone. He repeats himself, and your eyes slip shut. You could fold in on yourself. You could explode. Your hand tightens around his, tipping your head against him as his words ring through you:

“I love you, too, baby.”

Next Part

[harrywavycurly]

Sarah my dear dear sweet Sarah I am on my knees begging for a look into the future with One Night Eddie and Reader when Dotty is older! I’ll take anything! I just love them🥰😇

Hiiii babes!!! You’re so sweet, I will give you some conversations with Eddie and Reader where Dotty is older like toddler-ish and in kindergarten! I hope you enjoy!💖

-find all things It Was Just One Night here ✨

“Why is she wearing that?” “Because we are going to the pool…” “Eddie…you can’t be serious.” “Uh yeah? I’m off for the day and she said she wanted to go do swimmies so…that’s what we are going to do.” “The pool is closed today….it’s Monday.” “What? No it’s not it’s closed on Tuesday’s.” “Are you calling me a liar?” “Why are you like this? No I’m not calling you a liar I’m just saying the pool is normally closed on Tuesday’s.” “Okay then walk down there and see if it’s open…we will be here putting on sunscreen.” “And if it’s closed? Then what?” “Then you’re going to be dad of the year and go get a blow up pool and put it in the backyard….duh.” “Right! Yeah that’s a good idea….love you I’ll be back either in a few minutes or like an hour depending on…what happens when I get to the pool.” “Sounds good.” “Uh..you..wanna say anything to me before I leave?” “Oh sorry..love you too…now hurry up we wanna do swimmies.”

“You have to make her eat something other than chicken nuggets and Mac and cheese.” “Why? She likes what she likes and besides she had broccoli with her Mac n cheese.” “Babe she can’t have your eating habits okay? She needs to like…try new stuff.” “What exactly is wrong with my eating habits Eddie? Hmm?” “I’m not doing this with you…just please maybe tomorrow we can try something new? She’s like four now so she isn’t as picky as she was when she was a baby.” “Next thing you know you’ll be buying her a water bottle from hell to keep track of how much she’s drinking.” “That’s not a bad-” “just let her eat what she likes Eddie…it’s hard enough to even get her to eat her nuggets…that’s why they have to be in fun shapes or she gets bored and won’t eat anything.” “Gee wonder where she gets that from…” “i can’t help that I am more likely to eat something in a fun shape than something that looks boring…now go see if she wants more chicken.”

“It’s her first week of kindergarten and we are already getting a call from her school?” “Don’t look at me…all I did was drop her off at her classroom and went to work.” “Baby…you’re a horrible fucking liar..what did you do?” “I didn’t do shit Edward…” “just tell me.” “I just want to say you would’ve done the exact same thing if you were the one who dropped her off.” “Stop stalling and tell me what happened.” “This bitchy ass mom was walking behind us and I heard her say something about Dotty’s shirt and-” “her shirt? The one she wore today?…it’s just a Metallica shirt…” “exactly and she was saying how she felt sorry for some kids and how their parents dress them.” “Oh god…did you hit her?” “What? No I didn’t fucking hit her you asshole….I dropped Dotty off to her room and then I saw the mom in the parking lot and I…just told her how I felt about what she said.” “Right…and what exactly did you tell her?” “That she doesn’t need to feel sorry for my daughter…but..I might’ve said that I feel sorry for hers because she has a boring ass bitch for a mom.” “Jesus….how are we going to explain ourselves out of this? The principal is the one who wants to meet with us.” “Just toss them some Eddie charm and offer a free oil change or something.” “You’re going to have to apolo-” “it’s bad to lie so..I won’t be apologizing to her.” “You’re so annoying…fine I’ll go in there alone and…see what I can do.” “That’s my man! Go knock ‘em dead.”

“Look at her…doing the monkey-bars all by herself…remember when she needed us to help her up the steps so she could go down the slide?” “Yes…she’s growing up too fast…next thing you know she’ll be asking us to drive her places and never wanna be seen with us.” “Speak for yourself…I’m a fucking cool dad she’ll wanna be seen with me.” “Really? You’re wearing a Fanny pack right now…nothing about that says cool dad.” “It’s easier than carrying the backpack around…it has all the things she needs in it.” “I will say…we are way cooler than those parents over there…total helicopter parents.” “Oh yeah they look like newbies…won’t even let their little boy go down the slide alone.” “He’s so cute though.” “I bet we’d make a cute little boy…” “who’s we? I told you this baby factory only does limited editions and Dotty is a one of one.” “I guess Dotty is all we really need…she is kinda perfect.” “She really is isn’t she? We got lucky with her.” “I love you.” “I love you too..even when you wear your lame ass Fanny pack.

[rememberingliampayne]

Liam, darling, I’ve been in a limbo since I got the news. Looking your name in Google because a friend texted me expecting to find some new rumour and finding a lot of news about you not being here. How are you not here when you’re on my phone, on gifs; when you’re on my ears singing to me; when you’re on my walls and on my shelves with lyrics and albums. How can I process this when I’m still seeing you the same way I’ve always seen you? How can I stop thinking that you’re taking some time for yourself or healing or getting help? How can I? Because it seems impossible. It seems like the news never stop hitting me, one way or another (no pun intended). I try (because I’ve not been able to yet) to listen a song and I think you’re not here. open instagram and someone has a reel with Story Of My Life playing and you’re not here. I open tumblr and I see a gif of you and you’re not here. I saw that your TikTok account is now a memorial and you’re not here. I see a photo of you and you’re not here. Every time. Because I can’t accept it, because I’m seeing you the same I’ve always seem you and my brain lack the capacity to understand that there’s a huge difference right now. I went to a memorial and I thought “Oh! This is going to give me a closure, this is it. I’ll say my goodbyes, I’ll see the photos, I’ll cry and I’ll be able to move on”. And I wasn’t even able of saying goodbye to you, I just stood there and saw your photos and thought “he’s still here?”. Not even in this moment. I’m saying goodbye to you now and my brain is still thinking that isn’t a goodbye but a “see you soon”. That you’ll post a story or a video or something and say “I need time to recover after the accident. I’m fine, thank you for your messages.” But you won’t because you’re not here. Physically. Because you are here. You are here and you will be here forever. Liam, darling, you deserved so much better. Talking to you in the past hurts like a bitch (sorry). But you deserved so much better. You were always so full of life and dreams. So full of love and kindness. I hope the world has seen it before. I hope I had seen it more often. You left without knowing the impact and importance you had (and still will have) in our lives. I wish you had seen it, maybe you would still be here. I wish I could say more but thinking of the past as a good times when you are not here hurts. That’s also something my brain can’t process, how a place that have been my comfort zone for almost 14 years is now not. It’s now bittersweet. It’s now tinted with sadness. I wish those 5 years were have been different, you hadn’t been overworked and hid in hotel rooms with only alcohol as your friend. I wish the world had been nicer to you. You were never cringey, you were never looking for the attention. You were never one of those things. I’m still not saying a goodbye. So, it’s a see you. See you in the songs. See you in the sky. See you in the stars. See you walking in the wind. See you in the in the region of the summer stars. See you in the summertime. See you everywhere. Rest easy, Liam. I hope you’re finally at peace. L. / R.

[torialefay]

☀️ Everyday Idol 🌙 (Chapter 3)

✨ head on over to my masterlist if you haven’t read chapters 1 & 2!

✨possible bangchan x reader (f), possible jungkook x reader (f)

✨wc: 4.3k

✨ friends to lovers? possible love triangle? future angst and smut??? definitely fluff.

✨ summary: JYP Entertainment launches a new show and y/n somehow gets recruited. Even though she doesn’t particularly care about the outcome of the show, she does particularly care about one of the artists she met: Chris from Stray Kids. Does Chris feel the same or will a potential relationship with one of his friends overcome what y/n feels for him?

✨ author’s notes: pls pls pls let me know if you’d prefer shorter, more frequent chapters like this one, OR longer chapters posted about once per week. i’m heavily debating lol

✨ warnings: cursing from time to time.

Previous Chapter Recap:

Dang, another instagram notification. Maybe Jungkook WAS really into you. You tapped to open the chat again.

gnabnahc: Hey! I know this is random, but if you have any time tomorrow, could you meet me in my studio? I’ll be around in the morning and at lunch after hair & makeup. If you have time of course, I understand if not. I just wanted to talk to you about something.

‘Good fucking God,’ your heart dropped. “Anna… I need you. NOW!” you screamed.

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Y/n’s POV:

Anna quickly bolted into the bathroom, thinking you’d accidentally cut yourself shaving or something. She was determined not to let you bleed out. Med student to the rescue!

When she arrived, she was surprised to see you totally fine, but also totally naked, sitting on the lid of the toilet.

“Okay… WHY?” She looked down at you, eyebrows raised.

“Just come here,” you motioned for her with your arm. You extended your phone out for her to grab it.

“This is some Hollywood movie shit,” she laughed, handing the phone back to you.

“This isn’t funny!” you exclaimed. “What in the hell am I supposed to do?”

“Well do you want to see him?”

“Duh.”

“Then you’re going to find a way to see him. Just tell him you can’t in the morning and that you can late into lunch.”

“Yeah, only one problem. I’m supposed to be meeting Jungkook for lunch,” you rolled your eyes, now wondering if she had paid attention at all to your prior conversation.

“Okay, so tell Jungkook beforehand that you don’t have much time because of your schedule, and then go meet Chan. Who says you can’t have it all?” she grinned, raising one eyebrow.

‘Okay, good plan. Solid plan,’ you thought. ‘Unless…’

“Okay but I don’t know how close Chan & JK are. What if JK is telling him that we’re getting lunch together? Then I just look like a two-timing bitch.”

“Alright, and how do you know that JK hasn’t already told him and Chan is going behind his back?” ‘Ain’t no way he’d do that,’ you thought. “I’m just saying, in all of your time with Chan, he never once mentioned JK. In all of our time with Changbin and Felix, they never brought him up either. I honestly don’t think they’re that close. Both of their fandoms would have figured it out by now if they are.”

‘Alright, let’s look,’ you thought, pulling your phone in front of your face again. You went to “X” (you still couldn’t get used to calling it that instead of Twitter) and typed in “jungkook bangchan”. Surely the detectives on here would know a thing or two. You scrolled and scrolled. A few tweets about the same thing- the 97 liners grabbing dinner together, but it was more than just the two of them. Not a single picture of them together otherwise. Not a story about seeing them together either. Maybe Anna had a point.

“Fuck it, I’m gonna do it,” you said, not knowing where your newfound confidence came from. Anna started giggling and took a quick seat beside you on the edge of the hotel’s bathtub.

Your fingers began to type quickly, not allowing yourself time to think. Or rather, overthink.

Hey Chris! I could stop by late after lunch? I’m not sure of a specific time yet, but I can text you later when I find out?

Send.

“Okay, it’s done,” you breathed out… You sat there for a moment, absorbing all of the feelings and trying to get the nerves out.

“Pinch me,” you said to Anna with a huff coming out from your bottom lip.

She reached over, laughing, nipping you in the arm. “I’m so happy for you I could cry,” she continued, keeping that same big smile on her face. “Butttt,” she leaned in closer and began to whisper, “whoever you don’t take, just remember I’m single.” She winked and you started to laugh, pushing her away.

“Whatever,” you said jokingly. “BUT I have to shower. Now I have two guys to impress.”

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Chan’s POV:

‘It’s alright Chris, don’t be nervous,’ he thought to himself, still planted in his studio chair. ‘The worst she can say is no. Well I guess she could laugh at it and tell all of her friends that you’re whipped. In which case, you’re fucked. But she wouldn’t do that, right?’

Chan’s mind got the best of him and he decided to start pacing. He needed to get his mind on something else… but what? His new song! Yes, his new song. He had been working on a hook and just couldn’t figure out where he wanted to go with it. ‘I need Jisung,’ he thought. He sent a quick text his way to see if he was busy. He couldn’t help but to re-read the message he had sent you. He clicked on your profile to view all of the pictures. Your dogs, your friends, your birthday party. He pictured what he would look like included in each photo. He let his mind wonder, looking at one photo in particular. You had been at the beach. He didn’t stick to that photo because of anything you were wearing. You were fully clothed. There was just something about it. The way your smile was lit up like you had not a worry in the world. The way the sun cast a golden color all over your beautiful face. The fact that the beach was Chan’s favorite. He thought about what it would be like to be there with you. Walking along the shore, getting to know you better. What was your family like? How did you like your eggs cooked? Where was your favorite place in the world? He let himself get lost in the scenario.

*BUZZ*

Your instagram username flashed across the top of his screen. He clicked as soon as he possibly could.

Y/n’s Instagram username:

Hey Chris! I could stop by late after lunch? I’m not sure of a specific time yet, but I can text you later when I find out?

‘Yes Chris, Yes! See, it was just a rumor. A dumb rumor. I mean JK would have told you since you were the reason they had met. He couldn’t possibly be that into her after meeting her for 2 minutes. You worried for no reason.’ He was elated. Ecstatic even. He looked down to his phone, stupid grin on his face.

‘Felix, you’re fucking dead for giving me a heart attack like that,’ he thought.

The little shit quit responding. ‘He’s got about 4 hours to text back before I get home and jump him.’ Chan thought. He sunk down into his chair. All of his excitement was now replaced with confusion. This was gonna be a longggg night in the studio.

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Felix’s POV:

“SUCK ON THAT!” Felix screamed sarcastically. He had spent the last 2 hours plopped on the couch next to Changbin. They made it a point to get together once a week, no matter how busy, to play a few video games together. Today’s choice: League. Felix lowkey kinda sucked, and he knew that. But he didn’t care because Binnie sucked even more.

“No, you suck on this,” Changbin yelled back, putting Felix in a headlock and giving him a noogie.

“Ah! Ah! Ahhhhh!” Felix screamed for help, trying not to die laughing. “Someone help me!” he yelled, while grabbing at Changbin’s arms to rip him off. It was no use. No matter how much Felix flailed his body and thrashed left and right, Changbin’s hold was even tighter. Eventually, he ran out of energy and decided to just lie there. Changbin released him right after.

“So you admit defeat,” Changbin raised his eyebrow. Felix had a dazed look on his face, hair fluffed up from Bin’s relentless hand movements. He was just grappling for his breath back at this point.

“I’ll take that as a yes! Yay, next round!” Changbin said enthusiastically, turning back around to the tv.

‘Brain need oxygen. Can’t form word,’ Felix thought to himself. ‘Lol I can’t believe I just thought that. Felix you so silly.’ He smiled and focused his attention on the tv now too. Well, for a split second. Until Chan came barging in.

“Felix!” he called, like he was a tornado coming through the front door. He walked a few paces before setting foot into the living room. Felix just looked up with a puzzled expression on his face.

“Mate! Why did you do that?!” He walked over and snatched Felix’s controller from his hand.

“Damn, if you wanted to play, you just had to ask!” Felix said back seriously. You could see the annoyance growing louder on Chan’s face.

“Oh my gosh Felix. Your text, cunt!”

“My… OHHH my text,” he smirked while (horribly) trying to look inconspicuous.

“You better tell me what you know right now,” Chan threw his fist down. He was trying to “act” mad, but honestly he was really bad at acting. He actually was mad.

“I don’t know anything,” Felix smirked again. “I swearrrr. Don’t you trust me?” He smiled, squinting his eyes up at Chan with a suggestive look on his face.

“No I don’t, you little shit! Now tell me what you know!”

“Never!” Felix pouted.

“Tell me!”

“NO!”

“Tell me!”

“NOOO!”

“I will break this controller, don’t try me!”

“No you won’t.”

“Yes I will.”

“No you won’ttttt.”

“Yes I will.”

“Bet, do it then.”

Chan lifted the controller in the air and huffed out... “You’re right, I won��t.” He reached it back down to Felix.

Felix, now satisfied, took the controller and happily bobbed his head from side to side. “Thanks Channie-hyung!” he teased.

“Fuck off,” Chan retorted. ‘I hate being a father,’ Chan thought as he turned around to storm out. Once he was out the door, Changbin turned his body around to Felix.

“What don’t you know anything about?” Chanbin laughed.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Felix said with a flirty smile. “All I’m saying is it involved your mentee. That’s all, can’t talk about it anymore! New game, let’s go!” Felix avoided Changbin’s stares at all cost, fixating on the tv. Eventually Bin turned around to face it too, continuing on like nothing ever happened.

‘Fuck, that was close. Felix baby, you’ve gotta stop being so messy… Lmao who am I kidding, I love this shit.’

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Y/n’s POV: The next day

You arrived to the JYP building 10 minutes early to your professionalism training. You knew you would be able to see the finalized schedule first thing when you got there. All you knew so far was professionalism training at 9, hair and makeup, lunch, and begin shooting intros for the show. You had no clue how long each would take though.

You ran up in front of the big bulletin board posted outside of the conference room. You saw the agenda:

• 9:00 AM- Professionalism Training; Level 5 conference room

• 11:00 AM - 2:00 PM- Hair and Makeup; Level 7 shooting room; See list below for names and scheduled times

• 11:00 AM - 2:00 PM- Lunch break

• 2:00 PM- Shooting program material with mentors; Level 10 shooting rooms #1-5

• 8:00 PM- Dinner and drinks at Nine Mile Restaurant (see email for location and directions)

You quickly scrolled through the list of names below to see when you’d be scheduled for hair & makeup:

• Y/l/n, y/f/n: 11:00 AM

‘Fuck yeah,’ you thought. ‘Getting hair and makeup done first. It shouldn’t take over an hour, right? Surely not. They have new people scheduled for 12 and 1, so yeah, you’re good. No more than an hour.’ You quickly took your phone out to send a message to the 2 boys waiting to hear back from you.

To: abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz

Hey, I should be good to go around noon today. Do you still want to meet me outside the JYP building?

SEND.

To: gnabnahc

I could meet you around 1-1:30 today? Does that work for you?

You let out a hot breath and headed into the conference room. There, you found Anna who had already walked in while you told her you’d check for both your names on the bulletin board. You saw a couple of other girls you had met as well through the night with Stray Kids. They were Seungmin and Han’s mentees. You had all instantly connected that night and you were excited to spend more time with them.

Once you were settled in, you gave into the gossip that everyone was discussing.

“Yeah, I heard her dad works for JYPE high up in marketing and that’s how she got in,” Sunnie whispered to the group.

“OMG I heard that too!” Anna bounced up and down. “I’m not even sure where I heard it from.”

“Literally same. I also heard that one of the new cast members was,” Kara leaned down low, “hooking up with Jungkook,” she giggled. You had to physically stop yourself from your jaw dropping on the floor. You were not SLEEPING with Jungkook. You hadn’t even had fucking lunch with him yet!

“OMG who?!” Sunnie questioned.

“I don’t know, it’s just what I heard some of the other girls saying. I don’t think anyone knows,” Kara added. “Which meanssss, we’re gonna have to keep an eye out for Jeon Jungkook ladies. See who the culprit is,” she laughed.

You and Anna looked at each other, trying to fake a laugh right along with them. You were sure she could see the panic in your eyes.

Suddenly, you heard a voice come over the speakers and the lights began to dim. ‘Let’s get this training over with.’

———— 3 hours later ————

Abcdefghi__lmnopqrstuvwxyz: Out front waiting on you :) I’ve got on a black mask and baseball cap in case you don’t recognize me. That’s kind of the point haha

y/n: On my way down!

Your nerves were starting to get to you, but you tied them down. This was just two people getting lunch after all. That’s literally it. Plus, why would you be nervous anyway? You were the one that made a great first impression anyway. He was the one who had something to prove.

Plus, not to brag, but you looked damn good. The hair and and makeup department definitely knows what they’re doing.

*DING*

You arrived at the ground floor and quickly made your way out of the main exit. You scanned your head first to the right, looking for a black cap, then to the left. The problem was… There were like 10 of them.

‘Fucking hell, why does everyone have to dress the same?’ you thought. You wondered off to the left, seeing if you could get a better look. Suddenly, a black figure appeared next to you. You turned to see a bright-eyed Jungkook, mask covering the lower half of his face, stood straight and proud with the most beautiful bouquet you’d ever seen. Pinks, purples, blues, greens. All of your favorite colors incorporated into one. Was this a sign?

“Y/n! Hi! I brought these for you,” you couldn’t see his mouth, but by how scrunched up his eyes got, you assumed he was smiling.

“Oh my goodness, they’re beautiful! You didn’t have to do that!” You smiled up at him and went in for a side hug. Surprisingly, it wasn’t even awkward. Jungkook just gave off such a charming, confident vibe.

“I wanted to. I saw them and automatically thought of you.” You blushed down into the bouquet you were now holding.

“You’re too sweet,” you flashed the biggest grin. ‘Okay, so maybe he’s better than I thought.’ “Where do you want to go?”

“How do you feel about bibimbap?”

“I love it!” You’d only had it once, but you assumed you’d still love it. “But just so you know, I really don’t have that much time today. I need to try to be back in an hour or so.”

“I completely understand. I’m just happy you could pencil some time in for me,” his hand grazed the side of yours, sending a shock up your arm. “I was gonna say that my favorite bibimbap place is right around the corner and I’d love to take you there.”

“Sounds good to me! Let’s go!”

He had a smile painted across his face looking down at you with the pretty flowers in your hand. You were just as beautiful as he remembered. “Follow me. And hold on to me if you need to. Wouldn’t want you getting lost in this crowd,” he chuckled, giving you a wink.

Your heart fluttered. Why was it fluttering?

Jungkook turned to lead you around the street. It was pretty packed, but what else would you expect in the middle of Seoul at lunch time. You could tell that JK was looking down slightly, making sure he didn’t get recognized. You ended up actually reaching to hold onto the back of his coat to make sure you didn’t get separated. You weren’t about to fight your way through the crowd to get a view of every Korean man currently wearing a black coat, hat, and mask. It would take all day.

You both made your way down the busy street, finally able to squeeze next to each other and talk about how your day was going so far. You know, all the basic boring stuff that you had to get out of the way. You soon reached a set of narrow, tall stairs almost hidden away.

“This way,” Jungkook said, taking the first step up. You looked down to see how tall the stairs were and mannnn you thought you were going to have to catapult yourself up.

Jungkook saw the hesitancy in your eyes and quickly leaned the upper half of his body down, holding one hand out for you to grab onto. You graciously took it, as he slowly ascended, making sure you followed him every step of the way. Once you reached the top, you finally jumped up onto the platform of the restaurant, now pressed right up to JK. He still had your hand in his.

“Nice job for a first timer,” he joked, squeezing your hand before he gently put it down and let it go. It was one of the most tender things you’d ever felt. He was handling you with such care.

You followed him as he walked a few steps to the door. He opened it for you and let you step inside first. Your eyes took a moment to focus as you acclimated to the new atmosphere. ‘It’s dark…’ you thought to yourself, eyes now tuning in. ‘And damn, it’s NICE.’ You looked around the the swanky bar to the left, wall topped off with liquors you kne you’d never afford in your lifetime- even on a doctor’s salary. Black tablecloths covered each table, with booths being tucked away into walls. Candles were the main source of the lighting and made for a seductive atmosphere.

“Hello, I had a reservation for Jeon Jungkook,” JK told the host at the stand on the right. She was beautiful, in formal all black attire and long, black hair.

“Of course. Right this way,” she stepped out from behind her podium and led you both to a booth at the far back of the restaurant. It was tucked out of the way, no other tables reaching beyond it. No one would have a reason to walk this way unless delivering food to the table directly.

“Will this do?” she looked to Jungkook.

“It’s perfect, thank you,” he smiled as she left.

“Here, let me help you,” he reached out to you, gently taking your flowers and setting them on the far side of one of the booth’s benches. He walked behind you to grab onto one arm of your coat, allowing you to slip out easily. He held onto the coat and placed it next to the flowers.

“Watch out, it’s a step up,” he said, reaching for your hand. What is up with all these steps?

You looked into his eyes, silently thanking him for the thoughtfulness, while taking his hand. He led you over the two steps to the table and held tightly as you took the step up and over. Once you were settled in, he looked satisfied and took his place on the opposite side.

The rest of the meal was a whirlwind. You learned so many things about him. First, that he is an absolute devourer of bibimbap. Second, that he was actually really funny and down to earth… Charming too, but were you really going to admit that? Third, he actually had a super cute, bunny-like smile that popped up every time he caught you staring at him for too long.

You actually got along very well. ‘What a pleasant surprise,’ you thought. Conversation was just so easy with him. Maybe you didn’t get into the deep stuff with him like you did with Chan, but so what? This was only lunch. What did you expect him to do, give you his entire life story? He oozed confidence and playfulness, something you were envious of. Maybe, after more time with him, you thought you could learn to have those qualities as well.

You were both laughing over a story of how you accidentally cursed at someone in Korean on your second day here when all of a sudden, your phone lit up. 1:02 PM. Dang, it went by that fast?

“I think I’m running out of time,” you looked down with puppy dog eyes, motioning him to look at your phone.

“Awww, it’s alright. We better get you back on time though. The last thing I need is someone from JYP on my ass,” he laughed.

A small laugh left your mouth too as you both moved to exit the booth. He helped you put your coat back on and placed the flowers back into your hands. He grabbed 3 bills of 50,000 won out of his wallet, and placed it on top of the bill on the table. ‘Damn, this man’s a good tipper.’

“Here,” you scrambled to grab your own wallet out of your coat pocket. “At least let me pay half,” you started to take some money out.

“No, no y/n,” he grasped onto your forearm for a short moment. “Put your money up. Please. It’s on me.”

“Are you sure? I promise I don’t mind one bit to pay. Let me just-“ you stopped talking as you watched his eyebrows lift and his eyes get wide, small grin on his face as if saying “watch yourself now.” He was still holding tightly to your arm, not letting you lift it.

“Okay, okay,” you smiled, putting your wallet away. “But I owe you!”

He smiled at that. “Come on, let’s get you back.”

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Chan’s POV:

He had been a nervous wreck thinking about seeing you. Thinking about what he should say in order for you to be interested in him. He knew through your messages to him that you’d be there closer to 1:15, so he made sure he’d get back in time.

He tried to calm his nerves by going out to grab an iced tea really quickly at a local shop. He couldn’t stomach any food- not right now. Once he finally got the chilly beverage in his hands, he walked his way back out into the cold. Only a couple minute walk from the company building.

‘Alright Chris, pull yourself together. Whatever you say, she’s gonna understand. She’s great, so of course she’s gonna understand. She may even be just as nervous as you, you never know.’ He let his mind wonder. He started to picture a scenario. One of you seated next to him in his studio. He had finally worked up the courage to ask you on a date- a proper date. Maybe he jumbled up the words a little bit, but you found it endearing. You nodded your head excitedly, saying how you’d love to go on a date with him. He would take you somewhere nice, somewhere you would get dressed up for him. You’d drink red wine and talk about anything and everything- what you loved and what your passions were. Your eyes would have a certain sparkle that only happened when you looked at him. By the end of the date, you’d be asking when you could see him again. He’d hold your hand, your warm little hand, as you left to say your goodbyes.

As wonderful as the daydream was, Chan suddenly snapped out of it. He froze, standing rigid, then almost tumbling back. There’s no way.

There you stood in front of him. With all the beauty that you were. But you were with someone. A man. Chan squinted to see what he could make out. Jungkook? Fuck, that was definitely Jungkook.

You were smiling up at him and clung onto him for a long hug. He gave in, leaning his head down to plant a small kiss on the top of your forehead. You giggled, waved goodbye, then ran inside the company building.

With that, Chan felt his heart shatter for the very first time.

Through the building’s glass walls, he watched as you made your way a little further, then stopped to bring your phone out. 10 seconds later, he felt a buzz from his phone

From: y/n’s instagram

Hey, I’m here :) Should I head on up to you?

He wanted to cry.

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[heyiwrotesomethings]

I know this is probably a reach to ask but I’d love to see a Giyuu x Male Reader where Shinobu tries to help set them up but Giyuu keeps fumbling please

Fumbled

Giyuu Tomioka x He/Him Reader

A/N: Shinobu for best friend award. Here you go, hope you enjoy it! Word Count: 4,794

“That mission was exceedingly simple, don’t you think, Tomioka-san?” Shinobu flicked the demon blood off of her sword and sheathed it, turning to Giyuu who stood with his back mostly towards her looking as broody as always. “I think you could’ve been just fine on your own, then I could have stayed home. No offense, but I have more important things to do than you do, you understand.”

Giyuu inhaled deeply through his nose and gave Shinobu his famous thousand yard stare, but she was not phased in the slightest, falling in step beside him when he started walking off without her.

“Well, the night is still young and it feels like it’s been forever since I’ve gotten to talk to a brick wall so let’s go eat somewhere in town. I know you never go out, so you have plenty of money to pay for the both of us, right?” Shinobu half teased. She had treated Mitsuri the day before and her wallet was going to be a little light until her next payday. Not that she was ever actually strapped for cash, however.

While they made the trek back into town, Giyuu let Shinobu talk his ear off, sometimes even acknowledging whatever she said with one word answers or grunts of indifference. He wasn’t feeling conversation even more than usual. He had been having trouble sleeping again. Imposter syndrome was a bitch.

And though Shinobu was ribbing him pretty good at present, he was appreciative of her presence. It made it hard for his brain to travel down certain trails of thought that he didn’t want to go down.

“Ooo, I’ve never been here before.”

Giyuu looked up at the building Shinobu stopped in front of and froze. It was an ordinary restaurant for the most part, but they did boast a few western style cuisine for the more adventurous. How did Giyuu know this? It wasn’t from the eye-catching signs, no, he had aimlessly wandered in after a tough mission a few months ago. One of the best meals of his life. So warm and comforting and…

He could not bring himself to go back in there, not after last time.

“Let’s try this place out!”

Shinobu began dragging Giyuu in, but he dug in his heels, making Shinobu turn back to look at him with eyebrows slightly arched. Though he was bigger than her, he often let Shinobu drag him around like a limp doll, so to plant himself now was exceedingly odd and of course Shinobu wasn’t going to let it go.

“What’s this about, Tomioka-san?” Shinobu nudged his foot with hers. “Did you forget how to walk?”

“It’s crowded.” Giyuu argued, saying the first excuse that came to mind.

Shinobu looked back into the open door of the shop, seeing maybe five patrons tops and the soft noise made it even more evident that it was anything but crowded.

“It’s an off meal time, most people don’t eat this late. The only logical explanation for you thinking there are so many people must be that you are so hungry that your vision is blurring. You must be starving, Tomioka-san.” Shinobu pulls him harder, trying to get him to budge, “Come on, Tomioka-san, don’t be so stubborn!”

“We can go to the same place we always go when we’re in this district.”

“You have to start broadening your horizons!” Shinobu countered, not giving up. “Open yourself up to new experiences!”

They stood in front of the restaurant playing tug of war until someone approached them from behind.

“Giyuu! Long time no see!”

Both Shinobu and Giyuu’s heads swiveled to look behind them, finding a young man with a bright smile and a crate full of potatoes in his arms.

“And you even brought a friend, thanks for the business.” He winked, walking past them towards the warm light of the restaurant. He turned back to them slightly to flick his head towards the entryway, motioning for them to follow, “come on in, I’ll take really good care of you.”

“Ohhhh…” Shinobu’s lips spread into a small, impish grin and her eyes danced with mischief as she looked between Giyuu and the doorway the other man had just gone through.

“Don’t.” Giyuu warned, actually managing to deliver the word with a bit of aggression. “Don’t say a word.”

Shinobu put her hands up in mock defense. “My lips are sealed. Let’s go have a nice meal, okay? That kind man is expecting us after all. It would be very rude to turn tail and leave now.”

Giyuu bit his inner cheek and reluctantly followed Shinobu inside. His heart lurched uncomfortably in his chest seeing the other man’s bright smile once he dropped the potato crate off at the kitchen and came back to seat them.

The man rattled off the menu and offered to get them drinks, giving Shinobu his name when she asked.

“He’s nice.” Shinobu commented when (Y/n) walked off to get their drinks. “I think he’d be good for you. At the very least he would balance out your perpetual gloom.”

“You’re reading this all wrong.” Giyuu muttered.

“Mmmm, Nope. I could see you wandering into a restaurant on your own once in a blue moon, but to have come into one often enough that the staff would know your name is no coincidence. Even you can’t get in your own way enough to stay away from someone you really, really like it would seem.” Shinobu teased.

“Just drop it, will you?” Giyuu groaned. “It’s not going to happen.”

“Not with that attitude. Unless you already tested the waters, which I know you didn’t.”

“Can you not make this any worse for me than it already is?”

“Oh please—“

“And here is your tea, fresh and hot!” (Y/n) startled them both with his appearance. “Have you decided on what you’d like to eat?”

“I’d like to try the potato and cabbage croquettes, please.” Shinobu answered.

“Great choice,” (Y/n) nodded and then turned his attention to Giyuu. Shinobu swore she saw his smile get a little bigger as he did, “and salmon daikon for you, Giyuu? I hope you don’t mind, I was so sure you’d ask for it, that I already asked the chef to prepare it for you.”

Shinobu gave Giyuu an intrigued side-eyed glance, which Giyuu did his best to ignore.

“Thank you.” He mumbled in reply, head bowed.

“It’s my pleasure.” (Y/n) grinned, “Glad to have you back after so long. I hope Kochou-san can convince you to come around more often, so we’ll put extra care into those croquettes too of course.” He winked.

“My, thank you!” Shinobu pressed her hands together, “I’ll certainly hold up my end of the bargain if you hold up yours.” Her eyes twinkled, cementing Giyuu’s concern that Shinobu was about to meddle with his non-existent love life yet again.

“Great! I’ll get the order in right away.” (Y/n) weaved around the tables towards the kitchen, periodically turning back so he could glance back at Giyuu. He was looking forward to seeing those gloomy eyes light up when the flavorful salmon the chef was preparing met his taste buds. His heart skipped a beat when Giyuu’s eyes were still trained on him from across the room. When he turned for the last time upon reaching the kitchen. He waved his fingers coyly, before disappearing inside.

“You’ve been holding out on me again, Tomioka-san.” Shinobu teased.

“Drop it, Kochou.” Giyuu warned lucklusterly.

“I think not,” she shook her head, “he seems nice, more than that, he’s definitely interested in you. Ask him out!”

Giyuu inhaled deeply through his nose, “I tried last time I was here, it was a disaster.”

“Of that I am certain, but how did you mess it up this time?” She asked.

“So you can remind me about it every time I see you? No.”

“Fair point, but whatever you did clearly wasn’t as awful as you thought it was because he nearly bumped into three tables to glance back at you just now.”

“He’s probably just marveling at the audacity I have to come back here.” He sank in his seat.

Shinobu sighed, “That is not the face he was making, and you know it. I don’t know how you think you messed it up before, but I’m here now and if I have to hold your hand through this as I already have to do so often, then so be it.”

“Don’t.”

“Yoo-hoo, (Y/n)-san!” Shinobu called once she noticed him come back through the kitchen door. “If you aren’t too busy, you should sit with us, catch up with Tomioka-san.”

“You don’t have t—“ Giyuu was cut short by both (Y/n)’s reply as well as Shinobu stomping none too gently on his toes.

“Sounds great! Just let me take care of these guys first and I’ll be right over.” His voice was brimming with genuine excitement.

“What are you doing?” Giyuu hissed as soon as (Y/n) was preoccupied with the other table.

“Setting you up. Giving you something else to focus on instead of your moping. Come on, it won’t kill you to socialize a bit at least, and I know you could use the practice.”

“What am I doing with you right now? Isn’t that enough?”

“It hardly counts when I have to do ninety-eight percent of the effort in maintaining communication, Tomioka-san. Now look a little more friendly, he’s coming over.”

Giyuu managed a half smile that looked more like a grimace and Shinobu stepped on his foot again.

“You look like a serial killer when you smile like that. Just act like yourself, but also approachable.”

“You’re asking for two very conflicting things.”

Shinobu stepped on his foot again and (Y/n) made it over to their table and took a seat.

“So!” He clapped his hands together, “How have you been doing, Giyuu?”

“Fine.”

Shinobu gave him a sharp smile.

“And… how about you?”

“Been pretty good!” He replied cheerfully. “It can get pretty slow at times though, especially night shift, but I like the night shift.”

“What do you like about it?” Giyuu asked, mildly curious.

“Well,” (Y/n)’s eyes glinted and his smile tugged a little further on one side, “because… when you do come by, it’s only ever been at night and I’d hate to miss you.”

Though his expression remained largely impassive, Giyuu’s heart convulsed and against the negative little voice within his head’s wishes, a little part of him was beginning to think he hadn’t been as awkward the last time he as he thought he was. Maybe he actually did have a chance.

“What a sweet sentiment!” Shinobu spoke up before Giyuu’s dumbfounded silence could get too awkward. “Very charming, isn’t he, Tomioka-san?”

“��sure.”

Giyuu was ready for Shinobu’s foot this time and blocked, but didn’t have time to counter the fist that thwacked his knee and he winced, but fortunately (Y/n) only chuckled at his lackluster response.

“So chill, that’s one of the things that I like about you.” (Y/n) drummed his fingers against the table, seemingly debating for a moment whether or not to ask something, but he bit the bullet and put it out there. “So um, Kochou-san, how long have you and Giyuu known each other?“

“Oh, I’ve suffered through knowing Tomioka-san for some time now. We work together you know, it’s quite tiring. How glad I am that I don’t have to spend anymore time with him than that.” She said, making sure to let (Y/n) know that she and Giyuu weren’t dating in the most unnecessarily harsh way. “In other words, I’m his best friend!” She beamed, sweetly. What a way to cushion the blow.

“Oh, haha, seems like he’s lucky to have you.” (Y/n) chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “If you need help Giyuu, just blink twice.”

“Thanks.” Giyuu spoke with a trace amount of warmth in his tone.

“Just some friendly ribbing, no one needs to worry.” Shinobu assured, putting her hands up in mock defense. But Giyuu’s foot would day otherwise. “How about you tell us more about yourself, (Y/n)-san.”

Shinobu’s love could be harsh, but she was being one hell of a wingman. She filled the dead air, kept the conversation moving, pointed out similarities between the two and would prompt Giyuu to tell certain stories relating to the topics that were brought up. Things were going very well.

(Y/n) left for a little bit to take care of a couple of tables and retrieve their food from the kitchen, giving Shinobu and Giyuu time to regroup.

“What did I tell you, Tomioka-san? This is all going quite well, hm?” Shinobu grinned.

Giyuu took in a deep breath, than exhaled audibly, nodding his head once“…it is. Surprisingly, it is.”

“Wonderful!” She pats him on the back, “Then I’ll leave the rest to you!”

“Huh?”

“(Y/n)-san can have the croquettes I ordered. I’m sure I’ll have the opportunity to try them again sometime soon. Enjoy the rest of your night, Tomioka-san!”

“Kochou—“

She was gone on a breeze, leaving Giyuu’s hand frozen midair with nothing to grab. Giyuu felt a sense of dread wash over him, his security blanket was gone, he had to get out of here—

“And here we are, salmon daikon and potato cabbage croquettes.” (Y/n) slid the dishes onto the table, smiling, then titled his head to the side when he noticed Shinobu was no longer at the table. “Where did Kochou-san go?”

Giyuu opened his mouth, but he couldn’t seem to get any words out. He was ruining it again. Why did Shinobu have to ditch him? It had been going so well—

“Hey,” (Y/n) put his hand on top of Giyuu’s, making him jolt and meet his warm, concerned eyes, “you okay?”

Giyuu took a couple deep breaths and slowly nodded his head, (Y/n) gave his hand a slight squeeze that made Giyuu’s touch-starved heart quake. For better or for worse, he let go soon after, but then took the seat that had been Shinobu’s beside Giyuu.

“I think I get it. Well, you don’t have to worry about it. I’m not a scary guy, right?” He asked.

Honestly, in this situation, Giyuu would be less scared fighting demons. However, he managed another quick nod. He found his nerves about the situation to be pitiful, but he couldn’t help it. He was also pissed at Shinobu for slipping away to make him handle this on his own. She was such a hypocrite, trying to set him up with someone every so often only for her to slip off to her lab by herself. She was just as romantically challenged as he was, just in a different way. If Giyuu had the courage to flip the tables on Shinobu, he would in a second. That’s probably why she pulled things like this, because she new he wouldn’t know how to begin to give her a taste of her own medicine.

It was a shame, Giyuu really like this guy, but without Shinobu to pick up the slack, it was only a matter of time before (Y/n) realized he was wasting his time.

“Welp, somebody’s gotta eat these. The chef will be disappointed if they go to waste.” (Y/n) took one for himself and offered another to Giyuu. “I know you’re all about the salmon, but wanna try one?”

Giyuu gripped his knee hard, blunt fingernails digging into the tough fabric of his uniform. Despite this, his expression remained cool and seemingly unbothered by anything once he finally uttered a quiet acceptance for the fried ball. He pushed his shallow bowl over, expecting (Y/n) to add it to his meal, but the chopsticks stayed near mouth level and (Y/n) grinned.

“Take a bite then, it’s really good!” He held the chopsticks a little closer to Giyuu’s mouth.

Giyuu didn’t know what to do. Did (Y/n) really want to feed him by hand? Oh gods, he had never prepared for something like this in even his wildest daydreams, what should he do?!

“Don’t worry, my grip is solid. I won’t let it fall apart on you.” (Y/n) assured.

Oh man… he’s too goddamn sweet.

Giyuu felt his body move forward to close the distance of its own accord. That was fine, he appreciated the auto-poorly engaging while his brain’s transmission turned to static. At least, he appreciated it until he realized he had leaned away from the croquette, passing it by to get lean towards (Y/n)’s face, uncomfortably close. He could see every endearing feature, smell the medley of delicious food and an undercurrent of jasmine and sweat from working in the hot restaurant. The space only seemed to be getting hotter to Giyuu the further he leaned in.

He could probably count every eyelash (Y/n) had he was so close now. Close enough he could no longer take in the surprised expression (Y/n) adorned the moment Giyuu passed up the croquette. He was only a breath away from his lips when his hand gripped the opposite edge of the table in a death grip, it startled (Y/n) and a few of the lingering patrons with how sudden and loud the sound was.

Giyuu then used that hand to claw his way back into the metaphorical ledge, regaining the distance he had nearly closed. He saw (Y/n)’s dumbstruck expression and simply couldn’t stay put a moment longer

“I have to go.” He mumbled, quickly throwing a hefty pile of money on the table and hastily making his exit.

“Giyuu, wait! Hey! At least take your salmon! C-come back soon, okay? Don’t be a stranger! I mean it! I swear!” (Y/n) called after him. He had ran to the street as quick as he could, but Giyuu’s mis-matched haori was already disappearing into the distance. “Damn it…” he sighed, his back hit the wall of the building and he slid down to the ground. He looked back in the direction Giyuu had ran in and sighed. “I really hope you come back again… don’t leave me wondering if I’ll ever see you again. At the very least, be safe out there.”

Giyuu berated himself internally when he finally slowed down. He leaned on the trunk of a tree and pounded the side of his fist against it with one hard thud. He could never go back, there was no way. Last time he had thought he made a fool out of himself for brushing away some flour from the other man’s cheek the last time he hand been there, but to go in for a kiss without asking or ever inviting him to somewhere outside of his work was completely inexcusable to Giyuu. He could never recover from that.

If it was up to Giyuu, he’d never return. Fortunately for both men, Shinobu was not going to let it end this way.

Of course she found out about Giyuu’s lapse in judgement. She wanted nothing more than to read him the riot act, not for almost crossing a boundary, but for not crossing it. Did he seriously mot see those puppy eyes that (Y/n) had trained on him? She had all manner of barbs and jabs to aim at the man, but she decided to hold off. It had already damaged Giyuu’s psyche enough forcing the details of what occurred after she left out of him.

It was usually at this point that she’d wash her hands of the matter and start fresh, but she could see how infatuated (Y/n) seemed to be with her gloomy friend and she’d be damned if they didn’t have one good and honest outing. So like any good best friend would, she went back to the restaurant as soon as she could and asked for (Y/n)’s whereabouts. If her advice and mentoring was only going to roll off of Giyuu like water off a duck’s back, then maybe she’d try her luck scheming with the other half of this potential pair. Judging by how relieved (Y/n) was when he saw her, he would be a more than willing participant.

***

Giyuu blinked against the harsh brightness of the sun. The weather did not match his gloom. All he wanted to do was rot away in his home until his next mission, but Shinobu had told him his allotted time for mourning over his interpersonal flub was over.

She had slipped into his estate, yanked off his blankets and forcefully rolled him out of his bed, demanding him to bathe and put on something casual for a day out. All the while she berated him through the bathroom door about his lack of decor.

When he finally emerged from the bathroom, Shinobu scoffed and brushed past him to get a towel to dry his hair more and brush out all the tangles. At that point, Giyuu should have guessed something was up. It’s not like Shinobu was ever that concerned about his appearance normally. As long as he bathed and didn’t look ill, she was usually content, but little did he know today’s activity was more than a simple mental health walk.

He dragged his feet along, following Shinobu through the winding path to a large footbridge, various people milling about and going on about there day, many of which seemed to be couples. Giyuu stopped walking to look down at the clear, shallow water below. Even the fish seemed to be swimming in pairs. Must be nice.

“Today is a nice day, isn’t it, Tomioka-san?” Shinobu asked, poking him in the ribs.

“Hm.” He grunted.

Shinobu rolled her eyes. “You know what would make it even better?”

“Hm.”

“Hey Giyuu...”

Giyuu looked up from the water, his head swiveled quickly to the left. Leaning against the wooden guard rail of the bridge was (Y/n), a small bouquet of flowers in his hands and a sheepish smile on his lips. It felt foreign to Giyuu to see that man without his tenugui and apron. It almost felt like something he wasn’t meant to see and given that the young man was holding flowers, Giyuu didn’t think he wanted to see (Y/n) right now.

Who were those flowers for? Did he have someone special this whole time, or was this a new development? He knew he had no right to be jealous, but that didn’t stop him from developing a bitter taste in his mouth.

(Y/n) stepped forward coming to a stop right beside Giyuu. The Hashira attempted to back away, but Shinobu gripped the back of his kimono, keeping him in place.

“Listen,” (Y/n) started softly, “I wanna be upfront with you. I don’t want to leave any doubt in your mind that, that I want this too. I- I think you’re really cool and when I saw you smile the first time you ate that salmon daikon, I just about melted through the floorboards. Kochou-san and I talked and she told me that you like me too and that your nervous. I totally get it, but if you’d let me take the lead, maybe we could do something together today.” He presented the flowers to Giyuu, “I saw the color scheme of this bouquet and it made me think of you. I hope you like them.”

Giyuu stared blankly at the flowers in the man’s hands. No one had ever given him flowers before. Well, Tsutako had picked wildflowers with him when he was little and Shinobu had gifted him a house plant that immediately died under his care, but those instances were different. This was a baring of one man’s heart to another.

“…You want to do something with me?”

“Tomioka-san,” Shinobu nearly groaned, “of course he does! Now go on, accept the flowers and tell him what you think about them.”

Shinobu had to hold herself back from puppeting Giyuu’s hands around the bouquet. Fortunately, a little nudge seemed to do the trick just fine. Giyuu stumbled forward a little and his hands encased (Y/n)’s their eyes locked and (Y/n) smiled a little wider, causing Giyuu’s hands to squeeze his just a little tighter, seemingly on reflex.

“I… like them a lot. Really, thank you.”

Giyuu didn’t feel like those words were enough. They felt too simple for how much he appreciated the gesture, but (Y/n) seemed to get excited by the response, eagerly transferring the flowers to Giyuu and grasped his hands instead.

“I’m glad.” He said with great sincerity and relief, making Giyuu’s heart swell.

After a couple moments, Shinobu cleared her throat, “Well, I trust I can take my leave now. Unless you’re thinking of running off again, Tomioka-san. So help me, if you flee this kind man again, I will hunt you down and sedate you.” Her tone was playful, but Giyuu didn’t want to test if she was bluffing or not.

Shinobu patted (Y/n) arm as she passed. “Have a good time, and remember what we talked about.”

Along with the advice and scheming Shinobu generously supplied, she made sure that (Y/n) understood that if he hurt Giyuu in any way, sedation would be a wonderful gift in comparison.

“Of course, Kocho-san. Thank you for all of your help.”

With a satisfied nod, Shinobu then went on her way, leaving the men to their own devices.

“So,” (Y/n) cleared his throat, “If you’re hungry, I got a spot set up under that tree by the water over there.”

Giyuu turned his head to see a nice set up away from the bustling activity on the footbridge. It looked like a lot of thought and care went into its construction.

“You didn’t get to eat your salmon last time we were together, so I made sure to pack double.” He dropped one hand to his side and gently pulled Giyuu off of the bridge.

“You didn’t need to go through the trouble.” Giyuu walked beside him, acutely aware of how nice it felt to hold someone’s hand.

“It’s no trouble besides,” he grins, “to see that smile on your face, makes it all worthwhile.”

Giyuu felt warmth spread throughout his body and a small smile curled at his lips. He started walking a little closer to (Y/n) then, becoming a bit braver. Maybe, just maybe, he was truly worthy of this. Could he be selfish and allow himself this one good thing after everything that had happened in his life? Shinobu would probably give him a couple jabs in the ribs if she heard his tentative thoughts, but instead it was (Y/n) pulling him down to the portable picnic table by the flowing water that took him away from his thoughts.

They quietly conversed and ate. Giyuu found himself surprisingly calm this time around. He felt at peace. They sat together and watched the cherry blossoms float down the river. Well, (Y/n) was watching. Giyuu was preoccupied with staring at his companion instead. With a surge of courage, he leaned over and softly kissed the other man’s cheek.

“Thank you.” He murmured, then slowly straightened, only for (Y/n)’s hand to pull him back in from the nape of Giyuu’s neck, their foreheads pressed together.

“I’m having a good time too. Thank you for giving me a chance to do this with you. Do you think… we could meet up more often?” He asked hopefully.

“Yeah.” Giyuu exhaled and nodded, “My duties keep me busy on most nights, but I would like to.”

(Y/n) smiled, though Giyuu couldn’t see it from how close they were, he could see how (Y/n)’s eyes lit up. He soon straightened however, giving Giyuu the full view.

“You let me know when you want to meet up. Any day, any night, rain or shine. Here,” He pulled a piece of paper from his kimono and gave it to Giyuu, “It’s directions to my home. Come by whenever you want. I mean it.”

Giyuu took the paper and gently folded it. He secured it with his own kimono. Once he did that, (Y/n) cleared his throat.

“So you know how you almost kissed me the last time?” He rubbed the back of his neck, looking a little flustered. “I just have not been able to stop thinking about it and I know this is only our first outing but if you wanted to as well—“

Giyuu leaned forward, meeting the other man’s lips in a chaste, yet somehow, almost bruising kiss.

“Was that alright?” Giyuu mumbled once he pulled back.

(Y/n) grinned, lips buzzing. The kiss was stiff, but he had no doubt Giyuu would get better once he was more comfortable. If he just let himself go like he almost did at the restaurant that night, they would be absolutely golden.

“For our first kiss, it was perfect.” He spoke softly, then leaned in for another.

[samicoke]

reader is axl's sister but becomes good friends w james (or other members) during gnr metallica tour. axl is pissed n being dramatic about it (i don't know if that works for you)

perfect! hope ending was good 🤷‍♀️ act like the og line up never ended for gnr :’) couldn’t think of a title lol

Acceptance.

Axl Rose | Guns N Roses

The fame of Guns N Roses and my brother Axl was always surprising news. We never would’ve expected this to happen in a million years. Nonetheless, grateful for it all. Through all of the million of things going on, Axl had never forgotten about me. Always checking up on me and we would hang out some days, or I would go to their band practices.

Guns N Roses decided to do a huge ass tour with the one and only Metallica. It was a fever dream coming true. So when Axl said he would take me along, boy was I in for a surprise. 

It started off fine, I hanged out with Slash, Steven, Duff and Izzy. Not really interacting or interested with any of the Metallica members.

“Let’s go.” Axl gestured to me as we both drove to a random restaurant. It had an interesting structure colors of black and blue, quite packed inside.

“I’ll go find the others.” Axl patted my shoulder and went off to find maybe Slash or Izzy. I shrugged and sat down.

“Hey, are you Axl’s sister?” A soft but muscular voice interrupted my day dream. 

“Huh? Oh, yes I am.” As I looked up, I realized Metallica members were standing in front of me.

“Great, uh we’re kinda confused. Do you know what or where we’re suppose to eat?” Kirk asked. Jason and Lars were talking in the back while James seemed bored.

“No..but-Duff!” I excused myself and went to Duff.

“Hey, what’s up?” Duff gave me a side hug, confused then realized the Metallica guys.

“Uh we’re all lost.” Duff made an ‘oh’ expression. “Alright, follow me.” 

We all sat and ate. It was pretty chill, James and the rest were pretty funny. I could tell Axl didn’t like them much nor did they. I on the other hand, enjoyed their company with Slash, Steven, Duff and Izzy. Since that day forward on, I started to interact with Metallica members more. 

On the night prior to the concert, I hanged out with James and his bandmates. It was chill, we all just chatted.

“Have you guys seen my sis—“ Axl immediately stopped and looked at me with anger in his eyes.

“What’s up?” I asked, his eyebrows furrowed together and with that he just left. Confused by his action, I immediately followed him.

“See you guys.” I patted James shoulder, they all gave a quick bye. 

“Axl! Stop, where are you going?” Finally catching up, I gently grabbed his arm.

“Why the fuck are you hanging out with them?” I tiled my head.

“What do you mean? Why shouldn’t I hang out with them? They’re my new friends..” Axl scoffed.

“They’re annoying and bitches. Don’t hang out with them.” I rolled my eyes. He was a bit controlling with who I hanged out with.

“Axl, you’re being dramatic. I can hang out with whoever I please. You have to accept that.” Axl sighed, he realized his mistake.

“Sorry, you’re right. It’s just you know..” I nodded my head not wanting for him to continue.

“It’s fine. They aren’t hurting me or anything. I know you got my back, thank you.”

Though the darkness made it hard to see, he was truly sorry. I embraced him into a warm hug. “Good luck on stage.” We smiled at each other.

“Thanks.” He gave me one last hug and went on stage.

(completed September 24)

[katyawriteswhump]

the freak in the penthouse part 8

E-rated (for sexual content), accidental (and depressed) millionaire eddie/sex-worker steve.

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trigger warning for unwanted touching

chapter 8: royally screwed

Steve furiously swatted Eddie’s hand from his shoulder. “Don’t poke the grizzly. Your rule, remember?” He really wanted another puff of his inhaler. He wanted to punch somebody almost as much. “I agreed to it, and you chose to break it. I didn’t… Never d-did have any choice in…” He’d have screamed if he’d been able. Instead, he whispered, “Get lost.”

 “No, Steve.” Eddie’s eyes grew stupid huge. “I’m not gonna run away from this.”

“Jesus, you’re full of shit! Go back to bed, okay? Go!” Steve flipped his hand, drew a shaky breath. “What’s gonna get you out of this new funk? You wanna fuck me? Knock yourself out! Rough as you like, Dungeon Master… I… I…”

“Say whut? All I want is… Shit, I dunno. Can’t you quit your job?”  

“To be your kept boy? Stop bullshitting me.” Steve gripped the edge of the bath and levered himself up. Naturally, Eddie tried to help him. Steve wrenched free. “Gimme space. Fuck! I’m not gonna break.”

Finally, Eddie backed off. “Okay. Message received, loud and clear, dude. Maybe we need a break.”

Steve clung to the bath. His chest burned, his knees shook, and the humiliation of it all… It sucked, sucked, SUCKED. Eddie turned and walked away, and his cold shoulder broke Steve.

Steve gathered up his scattered stuff, slunk toward the door. Eddie scuttled after, touched Steve’s hip then snatched away. “Listen to me, Steve—”

“It’s okay.” Steve conjured a thin smile. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? I appreciate that you wanna help. It’s just… I can’t…” Christ, I can’t even start to explain. I guess pity is my hard limit, after… after… He stared at his bare toes. His stomach remained clenched like a fist, and he was still worried he was gonna hurl. “I’ll see you around,” he whispered.

Steve spent the rest of the night curled in the linen closet, wheezing on the dust and detergent. Of course, it stuck in his throat way worse than usual. He was so fucking angry. Not particularly with Eddie, but with life, and sure as heck with himself. 

Way to go, Harrington. The best thing that’s happened to you in years, and YOU SCREW THE DAMN THING UP.

Eddie had gotten an eyeful of the real Steve Harrington. The brat who sulked when his parents headed off on that vacation, because they’d given him a BMW for his birthday and not a Camaro.

Okay, he wasn’t always such a jerk… and even his mom and dad had lied to him. How come they’d splashed cash on hot wheels and jetted off skiing, when there was no money left?

Yeah. They’d lied.

A week after the accident, his parents’ son-of-a-bitch lawyer had sat him down and broke the news that his family owed millions. Worse, at eighteen, Steve was apparently liable for the thousands of dollars deficit in his trust fund and could wind up in jail. 

“Don’t worry, Steve,” that… that… man had said, cupping a ‘fatherly’ hand around the back of Steve’s neck. “I’ll take care of everything. Good-looking boy like you—I can find you a job being your charming self. If you’d care to accompany me this evening, I’m meeting some important clients at the Carlton Ritz.”

Back then, Steve hadn’t a clue about anything. He’d said thank you for the offer, breezily enough, then bit his wobbly lower lip so damn hard. Now, in the linen closet, wretched gasps had him scrambling for his inhaler again.

It’s over. You escaped. Focus on the shitshow you can mop up.

He’d go up to the penthouse later, and he’d apologise to Eddie, and… what would go down then? Would Eddie simply finish his ‘I’m outta here’ speech? Write a check?

Steve was too exhausted to want to punch anything anymore. His heart ached.

He arrived for his breakfast shift bleary-eyed and feeling like death.

“You’re late, Harrington,” said Kline. “Two rounds of brown toast and coffee, table seventeen. English breakfast tea and white toast, one round, table twenty-two. Snap, snap.”

Steve slotted the bread into the conveyor-belt toasting machine. He was yawning his head off, when the burning smell hit him.

“Shiiiiit!”

He fumbled for the tongs, dropped them, grabbed the burning slice. He pounded it out against the table, then coughed into his wrist. Fortunately, nobody had noticed, other than Robin. She deserted her egg pan and dashed over.

“Steve? Are you okay?”

“If you ask me that again, Robin, I swear, I’ll—”

“This is the first time I’ve spoken to you this morning, Dingus!” She gave him a swift once-over. “God, you look terrible.”

“You’re not exactly Jodie Foster yourself, Buckley.” He launched a fresh round of toast.

“It’s that penthouse bum, right? What did he do? What do I have to do to h—”

“He did squat, okay? I decided… Look, scram, will you? You got eggs boiling dry.”

“Oh, fuckety-fuck.”

Having repelled Robin, he piled up his tray and ventured out into the breakfast room. He kept his eyes fixed on the gaudy maroon carpet. He was not in the mood for either winsome conversations with guests or to have them to treat him like scum.

He'd deposited the white toast and tea on a table for one, when a hand landed with a slap on his butt. Steve whirled about, nearly dropping his tray.

“My, my, my,” drawled a plummy English accent. “If I’d realized what was on the menu here at the Yorkshire, I’d have switched from the Carlton Ritz long ago.”

No, no, no, no, no. This isn’t real. This is a nightmare.

Steve wriggled free, and then… He staggered, stared. Flinched away.

Lord Godchester. One of the first of that lawyer’s clients that Steve had been asked to ‘charm.’ One of the regulars and one the worst.

“Daddy is staying in the Garden Suite,” murmured Godchester. “Second best, dammit, but the penthouse is booked out. 8 o’clock, shall we say? A little light supper on room service.”

“I don’t do that anymore.” Steve stared at the carpet, which he now wished would swallow him. “I wait tables at breakfast, deliver luggage, and sometimes work the elevators.”

Why was he justifying himself to this creep?

“Daddy doesn’t want a quickie in the bloody elevator. Daddy wants to play games with his naughty boy.” Godchester’s nasty-ass moustache twitched, and he slithered out a paw to pat Steve’s thigh. “I’ll have a quiet word with your superiors, you cheap little hussy. I trust I’ll see you later.”

Steve walked away and he kept walking. He dumped his tray in the kitchen, dashed to the staff washroom. He barely made it into a cubicle, before he collapsed to his knees and spewed his guts.

…

After Steve had ditched him, Eddie smashed the vase of fake orchids. He was too revved up to go back to sleep. While dawn crept across the penthouse, he kneeled amid the broken china and scribbled furiously.

His self-loathing elevated to such fever-pitch that, crazily, creativity happened. He hurled Tolkein and ye olde worlde history out of the forty-first storey window. Then he shifted Steve’s idea about moving the game into the real world to the front line of battle. He sketched evil fucking monsters with faces that peeled open like evil fucking flowers, revealing fangs dripping with poison.

He scrunched up his hotpant-clad fae warlock and tossed him the garbage. Then he rescued the drawing, straightened it out on the rug.

It was a shitty likeness.

The hair wasn’t far off but the mouth was all wrong. The worst thing about that was, he wasn’t sure how to sketch Steve’s mouth right. Steve’s mouth was special, shapely in that pretty-yet-masculine way, and like some kinda bow. Not a cupid’s bow, but some sort of longbow, he figured. 

Eddie’s repeated attempts to capture Steve better only fucked him up further.

He chewed his pencil, snapped it in half, lit a cigarette, stubbed it out. Crushed his whole packet of Marlboro Lights beneath his slipper-clad foot.

He’d used Steve’s mouth, like he’d used Steve from the start. When he’d shoved his cock between Steve’s lips—heck, when he’d kissed Steve—had Steve been simply wishing it was over? Heck, had he been struggling not to choke?

“Why didn’t you tell me, Stevie?” he muttered. “Right here, right now, I quit smoking, okay? I quit for you.”

Eddie poured himself a shot of vodka, downed it, then poured the rest of the bottle down the sink.

Eventually, he mustered the courage to call Dustin: “Hey,” he croaked, and falteringly revealed the new ideas that Steve had inspired.

“It could work,” said Dustin, circumspect as ever. “Suzie’s gotten some real neat tricks going with the combat moves that’ll totally match up with your flesh-eating triffids. It’s gonna put game production back a bit, so I’ll have to talk to our investors about the cash flow and—”

“Yeeeeah, about that,” interjected Eddie. “Uh, my check bounced this week at the hotel. Can you talk to the bank for me? Pretty please with demon-fangs on? You know I suck at these things.”

A pregnant silence ensued. “All right,” said Dustin. “Seeing as you’re finally getting your ass into gear, and on one condition. You gotta introduce me to your date. It’s been what? Several weeks? Isn’t that a record for you?”

“He’s a hooker.”

Eddie couldn’t believe he’d blurted it out like that.

“Oh! Can I just get my head around this—you’ve fallen in love with a hooker?”

“I didn’t say that. He’s just some guy, okay?”

A hooker.

Just some guy.

By the time Eddie hung up, he detested himself more than ever. He cared about Steve. A lot. Too much, perhaps. He wanted to apologise, desperately, though he wasn’t even quite sure what he was apologising for. Telling Dustin that Steve was a hooker? That felt like a low blow, although Steve didn’t know what he’d said.

He IS a hooker. You’ve been paying him. Earlier, he was stripped bare, not turning tricks anymore… and he told you to get lost. What’s the point of quitting smoking, if you’re never gonna see him again?

Eddie refused that, too. Maybe because accepting how everything between them was phoney hurt most of all.

He stared at the phone again, chewed his nails. Crap, he didn’t even have a number to contact Steve. Maybe he should call reception and ask to be put through to wherever Steve was working?

Or you could pull off the unthinkable, Munson. Break free of this hellhole, mosey on out into the hotel, and find him.

Eddie got dressed. Proper dressed for the first time in weeks, in an overlarge Red Hot Chilli Peppers t-shirt and a pair of jeans baggy enough to be Hammer pants. Then he unlocked his doors. Opened them. Peeped out at the empty foyer. Closed the doors again.

The phone rang. He was so jittery that he squealed like a piggy before scrambling to answer.

“Eddieeeeee,” Dustin yelled down the line. “There’s more noughts at the end of your overdraft than in Suzie’s sexiest lines of code!”

“English, Henderson.” Eddie’s palms were so sweaty, he nearly dropped the handset.

“You’re broke, Eddie. You’ve spent every dime you ever earned and then some. I’ll bail you out this once but you’re checking out of the Getty’s vacation timeshare today. You can crash with Suzie and I.”

“I can’t!” Eddie’s hand not holding the phone flailed everywhere. “I got agoraphobia, man. You gotta cut me some slack.”

“No way,” said Dustin, the merciless little bastard that he was. “Suzie will go mad if I have to channel funds away from her charitable trusts. You know—the soup kitchens? The donkey sanctuary? So, you’re gonna tough it out like a man and haul ass NOW.”

...

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[ghostofthemost141]

Pretty Pt. 2

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt.3

Art goes credit to @ave661 !! Check out their blog they do amazing work!!

Pairing: Ghost x F!Reader, First POV, no use of (Y/N)

Word Count: 1,523

Themes: Angst, Self Loathing, Little Fluff

About: Finding a far away refugee that has a cure for the zombie virus, you and Task Force 141 pack up your zombified boyfriend and head up North.

Notes: Some folks were asking for a part two of this so here it is! Will be making a part three as well. Hope you enjoy!!

Taglist: @autumnleaves1991-blog @20rianwe @httpjiikook

“You know where I wanna go?” 

“Where, love?” 

“Up North.” I answer, craning my neck to look up at Simon. 

“Well where up North?” Simon asked, feeling his fingers run through my hair. 

“I don’t know. Maybe somewhere with mountains, I just want to see some snow. Play with it, make a snowman, hit you with a snowball.” I half joked, making Simon laugh. 

“A snowball fight, aye?” 

“Yes sir. I can take ya.” I taunted, leaning in close to him. 

Simon’s blue pearly eyes were my favorite thing to get lost in. It was as if there was a whole galaxy in there. 

“Can you though?” 

“We will just have to see when we go up there.” I say, laying my head down on his soft, plushy chest. 

“I’ll take ya up there, love. I promise. Once we go home from this mission, we will start planning for it.” Simon promised. 

“I’ll hold you to that promise then.” I said. 

Simon leaned down, his soft lips landing on my forehead and he wrapped his arm, the one with the tattoo sleeve, around me and squeezed me tight. 

“I love ya, Dolly.” 

“I love you too, Si.” 

…

…

…

“Doolllyyyyyy..” 

“I’m right here, Simon.” I called  him through the incubator. 

I pressed my hand up against the glass and he attempted to do the same. 

“We are nearly there, Dolly.” Price called from up front. 

“‘Kay.” I said. 

We were about two hours into our trip and had about two more hours left. I didn’t even have to ask but Price would update me every once in a while on how much longer we had left and even though we were making progress, it felt like time was going slow. I just wanted my Simon back and I know they can’t go any faster that they are right now due to the falling snow, but I just wish we could get there sooner. Price and Gaz were in the front seats while Johnny and I were in the big trunk storage area of this military vehicle with Simon in the incubator. 

“I wonder if you being in the room those many times helped him recognize ya.” Johnny commented. 

“Maybe.” I reply, not taking my eyes off of Simon. 

Even though he freaked out yesterday when Johnny and them busted into my room, he is now settled into doing low growls and moans anytime they speak. I can tell that the guys secretly wish Simon recognized them, but they wouldn’t say it outloud. I get it though, they have known and worked with Simon longer than I have so I understand. Especially Johnny. Even though Simon wouldn’t say it out loud, he and Johnny were the closest with each other ever since their mission to stop Hassan. That was before my time but you can tell they are good friends, even though making friends is something you want to avoid in this line of work due to anything happening at any given moment. 

“Ghost is the toughest son of a bitch I have ever worked with.” Gaz commented from up front. 

“Heh, you’re not wrong about that.” I said. 

Simon once got shot in six different places and yet kept fighting until all of the enemies were down. I don’t know how he managed to do that but he did. I know that deep inside his mind it is him, I mean why else would he be saying my non-legal name that is said more than my real one? It makes sense, right? Simon then turned his head towards Johnny, his clouded eyes staring into his soul. 

 “And I thought his normal death glare was scary.” Johnny commented, half joking. 

I humored him by laughing, even though I wasn’t in too much of a giggly mood. 

“Jrrrrr…” 

“That’s new.” Price said. 

It sounded like he was making a ‘Jr’ kind of noise, which is odd. It immediately made me think he was trying to say Johnny’s name. Ghost then held his hand up weakly and pressed it up against the glass, staring directly into Johnny’s direction. 

“Joohhnnnnyyyyyy..” 

“Simon?” Johnny called to Simon, getting close to the incubator glass. 

He really is still there. Oh God, Simon. Simon. It’s all coming back to me. 

~

“Get that back area!!” Price shouted as more zombies flooded in from the back. 

“Shit.” I mumbled, shooting them down. 

It was nonstop flooding of zombies, as if they were infinitely spawning in. This was a bad spot to even be trying to scavenge supplies. I’m the one who suggested it in the first place. 

“Dolly, stay close to me.” Simon told me. 

I huddled close to him as we continued to take out more zombies. The five of us were all huddled close by as we slowly tried to make our way to the exit of the building but it was so hard with all of the zombies coming from every direction. 

*Click* *Click* *Click*

“I’m out!” I heard my empty gun clicking. 

“Take this.” Simon tried handing me an extra pistol. 

“What about your shotgun? It will be more powerful.” I suggested. 

“Dolly just please do as I damn say.” 

I could tell he was getting irritated, so I just sucked it up. As I began shooting at the different zombies, it was taking more than five or six rounds at a time to take down a zombie and they were coming at us faster and faster. I needed something more powerful. Like Simon’s shotgun that was strapped on his back. I don’t want to disobey him, but we are nearly to the exit and we need this last bit of strong power in order to reach it. 

Fuck it. 

Fuck it. 

Fuck it. 

Fuck it. 

FUCK IT!! 

“Dolly, what are you-” 

*BAM*

…

…

…

..Dolly!!!

…

…

GET UP!!!

What? What? What’s happening? I can’t hear, I can’t see, what is happening? 

“DOLLY!!”

Simon? Simon..SIMON!!

“Simon!” I called for him, despite not being able to see. 

I felt two big arms grab me, lift me up to my feet, throw my arm on their shoulder, and drag me out. 

“The place is going down!” I heard Gaz shout. 

I couldn’t really hear anymore zombies growling but I could hear the place crumbling all around and then get very distant the more we ran. 

“Stay with me, love, stay with me.” Simon’s gravelly voice told me. 

“Simon..Simon..I’m sorry.” I croaked out. 

“No, no Dolly. It’s not your fault, it’s not your fault. “ Simon reassured me, despite still feeling the immense guilt in my gut. 

“Step up, Dolly.” Simon told me. 

I lifted my leg up, and felt my foot land on the step of our transport truck, and take off. As we all settled down, and caught our breaths, I felt a cold fabric get placed on my forehead. 

“It’s me, sweetie.” 

Simon. I immediately held his hand that was holding the wet cloth, seeing my vision become clearer, slowly. 

“Si, I’m sorry I just-” 

“Dolly, please. You were doing only what you thought was right.” Simon reassured me, his bright blue eyes staring into mine. 

His eyes were so beautiful. So, so beautiful. Just a month ago we were laying in bed together, waking up to us holding each other and those bright blue eyes being my first greeting of the day. And now here we are, comforting me in wake of my stupid mistake. I hated myself for this. Even though I wanted to keep staring into his eyes, something else caught my eye. Something that made my heart stop. It was a piercing red, sticking out like a sore thumb on his shoulder. No. No, it can’t be. There’s no way that’s..

“Simon.” 

“What, love?” 

“Your-” 

“We’re here.” 

The sudden screeching halt of the truck knocked me out of my flashback. I swear just a minute ago Price said we had two hours left of the trip and here we are, parked in front of a big huge metal automatic gate. There were guards on top of the pillars with guns. They weren’t aiming their guns at us, but they were most definitely on guard. 

“He said he would be here.” Price mumbled. 

“Who?” I asked. 

“Outta my way, outta my way! I’m coming, I’m coming!!” 

There was a man shouting from the other side of the gate, and the voice sounded so familiar. It can’t be..

“Let them in!!” 

Without hesitation, the guards pulled a lever and the two big metal gates started slowly ascending open. Once it was opened enough, Price let go of the brakes and we slowly started pulling into the sanctuary. Once in, Price stopped and a man walked up to the driver’s side. 

“Thanks for letting us come ‘ere.” Price thanked him. 

I turned my head to get a better look as to who it was, the kind samaritan that allowed us to come here and get a cure for Simon. 

“Friends help each other.” 

He turned to look at me and gave me a beaming smile, a smile that reassured me that everything would be okay. 

Alejandro? 

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Deep Abyss (9)

Summary: The Winter Soldier smelled something divine, and no one would stop him from having his omega.

Pairing: Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Brock Rumlow

Characters: Steve Rogers, Tony Stark

Warnings: a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, angst, true mates, male omega, hostage situation, arguments

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“Are we there yet?” Brock keeps on asking as Bucky tries to focus on the street. He didn’t expect the snowstorm to hit them so soon. “Are we there yet, Alpha?” The omega laughs when Bucky slams his hands onto the steering wheel.

“I know what you’re trying to do,” Bucky grins. “I won’t get mad at my omega. If you’re bored or antsy, use the blanket in the backseat. You can have a rest. I’ll drive.”

“You’ll get us both killed. Driving in this weather,” Brock hates that he sounds like a nagging wife. He huffs and shakes his head. “Forget it. Maybe it’s better if you drive the car off the road. If you do, try to hit a tree.”

“None of this now, Brockie,” Bucky grunts. “We won’t give up. We are so close to breaking out of Hydra’s grasp.”

“They will find and execute us.” Brock leans his head against the window, staring out into the darkness. “People like us don’t get a normal life or a happy end. We have blood on our hands, and our souls are darker than the night.”

“I didn’t want to kill all those people,” Bucky murmurs. He blinks a few times, not to let his guilt win the upper hand. For now, he must focus on bringing his omega somewhere safe. “They gave me no choice.”

“Maybe your hands aren’t as bloody as mine, soldier,” Brock huffs and slams his hands onto his thighs. “I joined them on free terms. There’s no way I can wash away the sins I committed.”

“Did you know about their true intentions?” Bucky asks, glancing at Brock. “Did you know, handler?”

“Not in the beginning. I was lost at that time,” Brock shrugs. “They offered a higher purpose in life. I was young and easy to fool. Before I knew it, I was in too deep. There was no way out of it. I accepted my life and became a handler.”

Both men are silent for a moment. There’s nothing much to say. Bucky knows about Brock’s past, and Brock knows the alpha better than he knows himself. He watched Bucky’s downfall—from a shiny hero and Captain America’s best friend to a puppet.

“People can change,” Bucky says more to himself than Brock. Doubts creep into his mind.

What if he can’t go back to a normal life?

What if they find a way to reactivate the Winter Soldier?

What if they find him and his omega?

What if he cannot defeat them all?

“If this takes longer, I’ll get some sleep,” Brock grumbles. He doesn’t want to think of his past and the life he had. It wasn’t perfect, but it was his. Now he exchanged one master for another.

Brock crawls into the backseat and wraps the blanket around his shivering body.

“It won’t take much longer,” Bucky says. He glances into the rearview mirror to watch Brock get comfortable in the backseat. “If you’re hungry, let me know.”

Brock turns his back on Bucky and huffs. He didn’t want any of this. Until now, he didn’t have to think about all the things he did in the name of Hydra. Tonight, he won’t face his past or the sins he committed. Brock is too fucking tired…

“Wake up, omega.” Bucky carefully wakes Brock. The omega grunts and slaps Bucky’s hand away. “I see you’re a grumpy sleeper.”

“Fuck off,” Brock mutters under his breath. He had a nice dream, and Bucky just woke him. Brock isn’t ready to face his new reality yet. “Are we there yet, or do you just want to fuck with me again?”

“We are there. I gave you a moment longer and carried everything inside. Do you want me to carry you over the threshold, or can you walk?” He grins at Brock, who gives him a bitch face.

“Fuck off!” This time, Brock sits up and covers his exposed legs with the blanket. “Stop staring at me as if I’m a piece of meat.”

“You look pretty with your hair all messed up, is all,” Bucky grins. “Get inside. I’ll hide the car. Sit in front of the fireplace. It should be warm enough by now.”

“Fine,” Brock opens the other door to get out. He almost runs inside the cabin-like house hidden in the middle of nowhere. At least it looks like this place got forgotten by anyone but the Winter Soldier.

“We have two bedrooms, a living room, a kitchenette, and a bathroom. It’s small but still works,” Bucky explains while Brock sits in front of the fireplace, shivering. “I got you new clothes on our way, while you were sleeping.”

“I hope it’s not a slutty dress again,” Brock bites back. “I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth if it’s a dress.”

“Pants,” Buck laughs. “I got you pants, a sweater, and new shoes. If you’re ready, you can wash up and try the new clothes. I’ll have food ready and check on security.”

“Security? We are in a rotten cabin,” Brock huffs. “Not really a white picket fence.”

“It’s a safe house,” Bucky replies. “I thought you needed a break. We crossed another border and should be safe here for a few days.”

“We’ll never be safe as long as Hydra exists. That’s the undeniable truth… Brock huffs. “Oh, and just so you know. Not even your best buddy can protect us.

“My best buddy?” Bucky frowns deeply. “Steve is long gone.”

“Says who?” Brock smirks darkly. He hopes if Bucky gets to know that Steve Rogers is still alive, that he’ll lose interest in him.

“That’s impossible. He’s long gone…” Steve stares at the monitor. It’s a blurry video, but the man he saw on the footage undoubtedly was his best friend Bucky Barnes. “He’s dead.”

“Well, Capsicle, it seems he’s not as dead as you believed,” Tony points at the monitor. “My AI analyzed the footage thrice. It’s James Buchanan Barnes, minus his left arm. I wonder who gave him the metal one.”

Tony rubs his chin, deciding to dig a little deeper. He can’t believe Captain America’s best friend suddenly reappeared after being declared dead centuries ago.

“It can’t be him… no. He would’ve looked for me…”

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