#went a little crazy on the lines but it was a nice distraction from everything

[cinimuffin]

[jjscrybaby]

no one hurts you.

rafe cameron x fem!reader | angst | (attempted sa, murder, rafe being the best bf ever🥰)

thankyou for the req anon! i switched some stuff up, i didn’t want to add a new character (rafe’s brother like you requested) so i used topper instead bc i hate that man🙂‍↕️

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“Do you have to go?” You huffed, pouting up at your boyfriend as the two of you stood by the front door. You were covering it, arms crossed over your chest to try and stop him from going.

Rafe let out an amused chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. “It’s just a night, baby. We’ve spent longer apart.”

“Yeah, and when you came back you promised never to leave me again,” you whined, stomping your foot like a toddler throwing a tantrum. He just carried on smirking down at you, used to your behaviour after three years together.

You’d stuck by his side through everything. He got locked up, for four months after an incident with a Pogue. It was supposed to be three years, but a mixture of good behaviour and a lot of payments had him out early. It had been six months since he got out, and he’d matured incredibly. He didn’t pick fights anymore, he hadn’t touched a line of coke since before jail, and he was finally working a proper job rather than doing drug deals for Barry. You were utterly proud of him, until now.

He had a business meeting on the mainland, and he’d decided to book a hotel for the night so that he didn’t have to travel twice in one day. You were definitely unhappy with that decision, considering you hadn’t spent a second away from him since he came back home.

“Look, you’re gonna be fine. Top’s gonna come over later to hang out, and I’ll call you after the meeting. Now be a good girl and stop pouting, if this deal goes well I’ll buy you that necklace you keep lookin’ at,” he stated, making your pout vanish.

You grinned up at him, nodding your head. “Mkay. Promise you’ll call?”

“Promise,” he murmured, leaning down to press a loving kiss to your lips. You tried to keep ahold of his shoulders to stop him from pulling away, but he just smirked and eased you off of him. “See you tomorrow, gorgeous.”

“Bye,” you mumbled, another pout appearing on your lips as you realised he was actually leaving.

He patted your cheek, giving you one more fleeting kiss before he walked out the door. You didn’t move from the doorway until he’d got into the car and driven away, waving at you as he went.

You spent the majority of the day trying to distract yourself, watching rom-coms, cleaning up the house, making dinner. It was six pm when the doorbell rang, you’d honestly forgotten that Topper was coming over so when you opened the door to see him stood with a bottle of wine and a six-pack you were shocked.

“Oh, hey, Top,” you greeted, moving out the way to let him in. “You didn’t actually have to come, I’m okay by myself.”

“Rafe wanted me to stop by,” Topper shrugged, giving you a charming smile as he walked further into the home that you and Rafe had recently purchased (or Rafe had purchased and you just came along). “I can leave, if you don’t want me here.”

“No, no. The company would be nice.” It was the truth, you weren’t used to being alone and you’d started to go a little crazy with the amount of movies you’d watched.

Topper had been Rafe’s good friend for awhile, but since Rafe got out of jail and became a better man they didn’t hang out as much. Topper was still pretty immature, partying as much as he possibly could, hooking up with random chicks and texting Rafe details he didn’t need to know. He was also still big on the drug use, and Rafe knew he couldn’t be around that. But, no matter what, they were close friends, and he trusted him to take care of you.

“Cool. I brought you some wine, know you aren’t a huge fan of beer,” he teased, holding the bottle out to you.

You tilted your head, accepting it with a cautious smile. “Didn’t realise we would be drinking.”

“Yeah, well, I figured you’re probably grumpy with Rafe gone and a drink could loosen you up.” He winked, trying to portray his words as a joke, but something about his tone made your chest tighten uncomfortably.

“Right,” you agreed with an awkward laugh. “Um, we can sit in the living room.”

You’d poured yourself a glass of wine, but you’d only had a few sips. Topper, on the other hand, had finished five out of six of the beers. You’d started off on opposite sides of the couch, but over the last half an hour he’d slowly edged his way closer to you. You’d noticed it, of course you had, but you were trying not to think anything of it. He was Rafe’s friend, he was here as a favour, you felt guilty for feeling so uncomfortable around him.

“I like that skirt,” Topper murmured, hazy eyes looking your outfit up and down.

“Um, thanks. Rafe got it for me,” you said, tugging it down as you noticed it had ridden up.

Topper’s fingers brushed against your skirt, your whole body tensed up. “It’s nice.”

“Thankyou,” you replied, trying to move away from him without it being noticeable. Except that was impossible, and he picked up on it immediately.

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked, tilting his head to the side as he faced you. You shook your head, giving him a shaky smile. “C’mon, have some more wine.”

You didn’t want more wine, you wanted to kick him out and go to bed, but he’d come all the way here, and he’d paid for the bottle, you felt rude to not drink it. You reached for your glass and took a few more sips, his eyes watching your every move.

“There we go,” Topper grinned as the last sip went down your throat, you grimaced at the sour taste and put the glass back down on the coffee table.

Another twenty minutes went by, Rafe’s meeting would be over soon and he’d promised to call. You wanted Topper out by then, so you could have a conversation without feeling like a bad hostess. You turned to him, noticing how his eyes were already on you.

“Um, it’s getting late…” you hinted, messing with your necklace.

“I thought maybe I could stay over.” Your eyes widened at his words, you were certain Rafe wouldn’t have suggested that. Him being here for an hour or two was fine, but for the night? You didn’t want that, and you were sure your boyfriend wouldn’t either.

Before you could even respond, his hand landed on your thigh. Your words got caught in your throat, heart racing with anxiety as you stared down at his hand. His rings were cold against your skin, his thumb starting to rub circles into your inner thigh as he edged his hand higher and higher.

You jumped up, staring at him like he’d lost his mind. “I think you should leave now, Topper.”

“What?” He laughed, looking up at you as if it was you that had done something wrong. “Seriously? I’m not going to tell Rafe, a’ight? You don’t need to worry about that.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” You exclaimed.

Topper stood up, towering over you with a scowl on his face. “Stop acting dumb. I know how you feel about me, I’ve seen the looks. I mean, shit, wearing that tiny skirt when you knew I was coming over.”

“I— I forgot you were coming, Top. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I’m happy with Rafe—” you started to ramble, hands growing sweaty.

“Bullshit!” Topper snapped, glaring down at you. “You want me, I know you do.” His hands landed on your hips, gripping so tightly you were sure it would leave a mark. You shoved at his chest, but he didn’t move. He leant down and tried to kiss you, which had you using all your strength to pull out of his embrace and rush out the room.

You ran all the way upstairs, to your shared bedroom with Rafe, and locked the door behind you. You sat by the window, breathing heavily with tears down your cheeks as you waited to see him leave. After twenty minutes of him yelling at you through the locked door, he finally departed. It was only once he was out of sight that you ran downstairs and locked all the doors and windows.

Rafe called you as you were pacing the bedroom, you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up.

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It didn’t take a genius to notice you were acting off. It had been a week since Rafe returned, and you’d been jumpy, flinching every time he leaned down to kiss you, pushing him away when he’d try and initiate something, anything.

He was sick of it. At first he’d thought you were just being a brat because he’d left, figured you’d be back in his arms by the next day, but nothing had changed and he was starting to feel as if you weren’t even his girlfriend anymore.

“You comin’ to bed?” He asked, looking at where you sat on the opposite side of the couch; eyes hardly open as you stared at the tv.

“After this episode. You can go,” you mumbled. It was the same every night, you’d wait until he was asleep to crawl into bed even when you were falling asleep.

“Alright, enough of this shit,” he snapped, making you look over at him in surprise.

“What?”

“Why are you actin’ like this? Did I do somethin’?” He asked, begged, for an answer. You opened your mouth to answer, but all that came out was a choked sob. His anger faded and was replaced with panic, he moved so he was sat right up next to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “Baby, just talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“I can’t,” you argued through a sob, covering your face with your hands.

He pulled your hands away, hands on your face to force you to look at him. “Yes, you can. You can tell me anything. Just tell me what the problem is and I’ll fix it, okay? I’m worried, baby. You’ve been bein’ so weird the last week.”

You thought you’d be able to get over it, thought maybe it wouldn’t bother you all that much, but every time you took a second to think you’d be reminded of what happened. Topper’s hands on your hips, the look in his eyes as he leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t want to tell Rafe, what if he was mad at you? What if he believed that you really had given Topper signs?

“Something happened when you were away,” you whispered shakily, big tears running down your cheeks. You couldn’t keep it to yourself anymore, you had to tell him.

“What happened?” He murmured softly, stroking his thumb over your cheekbone.

“When— when Topper came ‘round, he…” you trailed off, shaking your head. “I can’t say it.”

His eyes narrowed, fear taking over. “What did Topper do?” His tone wasn’t soft anymore, it was angry, dark, you hadn’t seen that look in his eyes since before he went to jail.

“He… he was touchy, too touchy, he tried to kiss me,” you confessed, feeling both relief and panic at the fact you’d finally told him the truth. “He was saying loads of stuff, about how he’s seen the way I look at him and that he knew I liked him. I promise, Rafe, I don’t know what he’s talking—”

“Hey,” Rafe cut you off, tone sharp. “Non of this is your fault, you hear me? I’m not mad at you, I’m not disappointed in you, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

A sigh of relief left your lips as you collapsed into his chest, sobbing as you clung to him. He stroked your hair, mumbling praise into your ear to try and calm you down. Eventually, you exhausted yourself so much that you fell asleep against his chest. He lifted you up and carried you to bed, but instead of getting in beside you he grabbed his gun from the bedside table and left the house.

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When you woke up the next morning the space beside you was empty. Your head hurt from all the crying you’d done, your eyes felt heavy but you forced yourself out of bed. You walked downstairs, finding Rafe sat at the kitchen counter with an unfamiliar phone in his hand.

“Rafe?” You murmured tiredly, moving to stand next to him. He looked up at you, bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept a wink. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his lap.

“Hey, you sleep okay?” He asked softly, kissing your temple as he kept his eyes on the phone.

“Yeah… what’re you doing up?�� You questioned. There was a look in his eyes, manic and angry. You ran your hand over his cheek, making his eyes flicker over to you.

“Listen, baby, I need you to do somethin’ for me. Somethin’ I promised you’d never have to do again,” he sighed.

“What is it?” You asked worriedly.

“If anyone asks, I was here, with you, all of last night,” he stated, making your eyes narrow in confusion.

“Were you not here all night?” You stared at him, waiting for him to give you an explanation.

He didn’t get the chance, because the next thing you know your phone is pinging with a text from Sarah. Have you heard the news about Topper? Followed by: is Rafe okay?

“Rafe, what happened to Topper?” You asked shakily, looking between him and your phone.

“He got what he deserved,” Rafe replied bluntly. He leant in a kissed your cheek. “I’m sorry, baby. I took it too far, I know that. But no one hurts you, no one.”

You should have been horrified, running from him or calling the cops, but you didn’t want to do either of those things. You leant in and pressed your lips to his, his arms around you tightening.

It was no secret that Rafe would kill for you, you just never thought it would actually happen.

[vanessaedp]

Sweetheart |•| Simon Riley x Fem Reader

fluff, angst if you use a magnifying glass 🔎, Ghost being a cutie patootie, sexual innuendo once, 141 meets ghost's s/o for the first time, soap ans gaz love cats, i hc gaz has celiac disease

not proof-read bc i cant be arsed soz lmfao 💀

also reblog pookies and i'll give you a free foot massage

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Three months without your boyfriend.

Your eyes scanned the new book you bought, 'Psycho by Robert Bloch'. It was a good book. 'I think everybody goes a little crazy sometimes' Norman bates said in the book. It was a line you related to heavily, especially when Simon went out on his missions. You were left all alone with your cat, Eleanor. Although, she was an adorable, orange tabby cat she reminded you of Simon since he bought her for you. Everything in this house reminded you of Simon. Half of the stuff in the living room he had bought because he'd rather gift you something than hug which you understood because he had opened up a tiny bit about his past and it seemed traumatic. Simon gifted you the most lavish things to equal the amount of times he wanted to hug you but couldn't due to his past. It was sad to think he had to buy your hugs but you appriciated the gesture.

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"Right, I haven't had the chance to tell her that you lot are coming so if she freaks out don't worry." Simon grumbles.

The rest of the group nodded. Price was sitting in the drivers seat with Gaz beside him, they were both chatting about how the mission went while Simon and Soap were sitting at the back. For once, Simon showed some emotion. Nervousness. His leg was bouncing and his fist kept clenching and unclenching.

"You alright L.T?" Soap piped up, looking at his obviously anxious supervisor. Simon nodded.

"I hope she's doing alright." Simon stared at Soap with that stoic expression. Price and Gaz stopped talking and Price turned his head a little, keeping his eyes on the road.

"I'm sure she's fine. From what you've told us she can put up a fight so if something was to happen she'd be cool as a cucumber." Price smiled, trying to lighten the mood. Simon grimaced at the last part of his sentence but Price wasn't wrong. You knew Taekwando and you were flexible. Simon was shocked the first time you showed him how to do a backbend and that beautiful arch your back made that caused him to feel-

"Yeah, Ghost. She seems really nice. I've heard her while you two were on call. It's funny really. She sounds so sweet and bubbly and you-" Gaz stopped himself. "Well..." He trailed off when he saw Price shaking his head at him.

"He means that you two are polar opposites." Soap chimes in. "But you know what they say." He nudged Simon as if he already knew what he was going to say. "Opposites attract."

"Fucking hell." Simon let out a deep sigh. "Are we almost there?" He sounded impatient.

"Just around the corner, mate." Price reassured.

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There was a knock at the door.

You poked your head from your book, folding the page over and stepping off the couch. You sighed. It could be Simon, then again it could be your SHEIN order that was due to arrive yesterday. You walked over to the door and opened it, gasping when you see your boyfriend, Simon.

"Simon!" You smile, stepping forward. Simons breath hitches and you notice this so you take a step back. He feels guilty. He had just been gone for three months and he's too scared to embrace his own girlfriend of 4 years? No. He won't let his fears get to him. Not when he's just left you for so long. Simon steps forward, pulling you close to him and hugging you. His arms stretched around your waist and he rested his face in the crook of your neck, you heard him inhale your perfume.

You were too distracted about the fact that Simon is hugging you that you don't realise his friends were here. You lifted your head to see them awkwardly looking away. "Simon, you never told me you brought your friends." You laughed when he pulled away, you could see the embarrassment in his eyes when he realised he had dived into your arms infront of his boss and co-workers.

"Yeah." He shuffled to the side and they all met your eyes. You smiled and waved and they did the same, mumbling some "hi's" and "hello's". "This is Soap."

"I believe he prefers-." Gaz speaks.

"Pipe down." Soap interrupts him.

Simon gave Soap a harsh pat on the back and Soap gave him a dirty look. He points to Price and Gaz. "Thats Price, my captain and Gaz."

"Oh, its so nice to meet you all. Come in, i'll get you all something to drink if you'd like.

"Um.. alright then." Price smiled back and entered, Gaz and Soap followed close behind and Ghost shut the door.

"I'm gluten free, by the way." Gaz says, looking around your massive living room. It has cat toys everywhere and Gaz nudges Soap. "They have a cat." He whispers and Soap looks thrilled, his head darts around in search for the feline.

While your in the kitchen making the men something to drink, they all settle down on the couch. Eleanor walks in and nuzzles against Ghost's leg. He leans over and pets her, scratching behind her ear. Soap looks in awe. "You never told us you have a cat." He scolds Ghost.

"You never asked." Ghost mumbled, picking Eleanor up and stroking her soft fur. "I missed you, Ellie." He whispers and holds the cat like a baby, loud purrs from Eleanor filled the room.

"Can I hold her?" Gaz asked, peeking over Soap's shoulder to look at the tabby cat.

"Me too, please." Soap asked, feeling his heart melt when Ghost placed Eleanor on Soap's lap. "Oh my god, who's a good kitty?" He says in a baby voice as Eleanor stretched across him and Gaz's lap. Their hands eagerly petting the cats fur.

You return with a tray of coca colas in bottles. "I made sure it was gluten free." You laugh and take a seat in an armchair. "I see Ellie has taken a liking to you both."

"Is that her name?" Gaz asked, looking up at you for a moment before sipping his cola and petting the kitten.

"Well, she's actually called Eleanor but me and Simon just call her Ellie." You smile.

"How old is she?" Price asked, scratching Eleanor's chin, smiling down at her. She purred away peacefully.

"Um.." You glanced at Simon who held up 3 fingers. "She's 3. She's a tabby cat so i'm just glad they don't grow too big."

Price nodded. "She's adorable. Be careful though, Soap and Gaz might want to steal her from you. They love animals." Gaz and Soap didn't even look up from the cat but they nodded. Eleanor let out a meow and they both went 'Aww'. "How long have you two lived together?"

"2 years I think. My dad left most of the inheritance to me so I asked Simon if he wanted to move in with me. And now we're here." You shrugged and Price nodded.

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After about 2 hours of talking and joking Price checked his watch. "We should go now. Gaz and Soap have training tomorrow." He lifted up Eleanor from his lap and placed her on the couch. "Thank's for having us." Price smiled.

"Thanks." Gaz said with a smile before giving Eleanor a scratch on the chin. Soap did the same and nodded.

"Bye, you'll have to come over again!" You waved them off, shutting the door when they drive off. You re-enter the living room and sit beside Simon. "They seem lovely." You look up at him.

"You haven't known them as long as I have." Simon chuckled darkly, his arm hesitantly reaching over your shoulder and hooking around to pull you close to him. He looked down at you.

"So.. do you want to order a take-away or do you want to go out?" You nestled your cheek against the side of his chest.

"Can we stay here?" He asked, sinking into the couch. "Like how we are now. I don't want to let you go."

"Okay, Simon." You nod and smile. And he didn't let you go. He made sure you fell asleep and woke up in his arms.

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eat up guys

[goldengleams]

wherever you stray, i follow | cole caufield x reader

In which Cole asks you to meet his family.

A little moment for the cutest hockey player out there-Mr. Cole Caufield!!

Warnings: none, just fluff!!

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It was Saturday and you were out on the golf course with Cole. This had become a common occurrence in your relationship, as you both liked to golf, even if you weren’t anywhere near as good as he was. You just loved spending as much time with Cole as you could in the off-season.

As you reached the 9th hole, the early morning sun was just starting to turn hot. You and Cole had woken up early to play nine holes and you were glad for his golf expertise on the selection of the tee time. You took a drink of water as you leaned against the cart.

Cole was standing confidently in the tee box, squaring up his shoulders and getting ready for his driver shot. He swung, his club connecting perfectly with the ball to send it soaring up in the air.

“Nice shot, C!” You called.

Cole only bragged jokingly on the course, typically tossing jokes back and forth between the two of you, but today he was quiet. You knew you weren’t great at the sport, but Cole loved that you tried your hardest and practiced with him. You could see the small smile on his face behind your sunglasses as he reached to pick up his tee.

“Your turn, babe,” Cole mumbled as he walked past you to the cart.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Cole continued to stay turned away from you, checking his phone once again. You knew it was early, but you were lost as to why Cole had gotten quieter as the morning had gone on. It seemed like he was focused on something, especially something in his phone.

You brushed off Cole’s behavior to take your shot. Cole barely seemed to notice your swing, not offering you any sweet compliments or loving words of advice.

“Ready to go?” Cole asked, eyes finally lifting from his phone as he started your golf cart to find your ball. His hand had failed to find its spot on your thigh as you drove along in silence. In a way, it reminded you of the first time you had gone golfing with Cole, back when everything was so new to the both of you.

“Y/N? Is this alright?” Cole had asked at the time. You were approaching the green at the last hole, the shade and brush from the large willow tree near the side hiding the blush from your cheeks. Cole slid his hand on your thigh and for the first time that day, you felt calm. You were no longer worried about who would see you two or if you were actually exclusive. Cole had made all of that clear, and he was always there to help you understand that he really liked you.

“Yeah, totally not trying to distract me from my winning shot,” you had said, caught off guard when his hand rested on your thigh. Cole had laughed, bantering with you about the close match.

He had pulled off the path, hiding under the large willow tree for some shade. With a finger under your chin, lightly motioning you forward, he kissed you. He had probably said some cheesy line, but it didn’t matter. Butterflies still went crazy in your stomach for Cole.

“My golfer,” he had whispered, conveying his happiness that you were there. “This tree is pretty big y’know, no one would see us if we…”

“Don’t, Caufield.”

“Hey, c’mon,” he had laughed. “It’ll be our tree, we can mark it!”

But now, as you approached the tree, your unmarked tree, you didn’t have butterflies. Cole had been acting weird and it was starting to make you uneasy. In the past week, Cole had finalized his plans to travel to some different events for PR, see his old hockey friends to train, and then go home to see his family. You understood what you had signed up for when you started dating Cole and didn’t mind his schedule, but your worrying was getting the better of you.

The cart came to a stop near your ball, yours was first, as usual. Cole was looking at you expectantly.

“Oh, uh, sorry,” you said, trying to collect yourself as you approached your shot. You gave it a swing, sending your ball closer to where Cole’s was sitting right on the fairway. You approached him again on the golf cart.

“You leave for all of your events and things next week, right?” You asked as Cole started driving.

Cole swallowed slowly and nodded. “Yeah, it should be alright.”

You knew Cole was a little nervous getting back into the swing of training and playing after his shoulder surgery, but you knew he could do it.

“Well, I’ll keep your house warm while you’re gone,” you joked. “I’ll be lonely without you, C.”

Your quiet admittance of the words that hung between you seemed to snap Cole out of whatever trance he had been in for the last few days.

“So come with me to Wisconsin,” he blurted out, quickly finding your hand with his as he hit the brake. “I think the Grand Prix is just a guys thing, and so is training, but I would love for you to come to Wisconsin.” You met his eyes as he looked at you with a hesitant gaze. You were pretty shocked-Cole was asking you to go home with him. To meet his friends and his family.

You couldn’t help the wide smile that broke out on your face. “Is this why you were being weird and quiet, Coley?”

Cole pulled away from your hands that had started to caress his face. You knew he was serious when he moved away from your touch.

“Yeah, I just want you to be a part of my summer,” he said. “You helped me through the winter, which is long as shit in Montreal and now I want fun summer memories with you.”

You leaned up to give him a kiss, tasting hints of his drink on his lips. He closed the space between you quickly.

“Oh,” he mumbled, pulling away. “Did I mention there’s also a wedding? My cousin is also getting married and she was practically begging me to invite you, so I hope you’re ready to meet the Caufield’s because they know a lot about you.”

You threw your head back and laughed. Cole didn’t get very nervous, but when he did, he always rambled a little.

“No, you didn’t say it was for a wedding, but I’d be honored to be your plus-one, Cole.” You swore Cole’s eyes lit up when you said it. You would be his date any day.

“All good things happen at this willow tree,” Cole said, amused. “Remind me to ask you to marry me here.”

You smacked his chest, a little taken back. In the midday light, Cole’s skin shone and his hair glistened. You ran a hand up his arm to silently reassure him.

“You may be pushing it, but I wouldn’t be mad about it, C.”

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Hope you guys liked this! Cole Caufield is too cute not to write a fluffy little blurb for🥹 send in some requests if you want to see more posts like this!!

…part 2?

[malavera]

Can’t Keep My Hands To Myself (18+) — Tom Cruise

summary: Tom couldn’t stop touching you while you’re getting ready to go for a dinner date with the man.

pairings: husband!tom x wife!reader

warnings: mature content, allusions to smut, Tom being a cheeky motherfucker.

tags: @tomsf18 @moondustfairies @helloitstsyu @katherineswritingsblog @gypsymoon548 @h-c-u @call-sign-shark @deanscroissant @joeltheegoodson

“Tom, honey, come on… I’m trying to finish here.”

You let out a sigh in annoyance. Tom has been clinging onto you literally like a glue all day. He wouldn’t let you cook, he wouldn’t let you clean, he wouldn’t let you work. You understood why though, he’s been away from you for a whole month shooting for the next Mission Impossible projects. Him being away doesn’t mean that you stopped your whole life, you also got things to do and a company to run. One month without him around, made you used to not having his presence—it’s nothing to be taken as a negative, it’s just how you live your days.

“Aren’t you hungry? Don’t you want to have your food by now? Come on honey, let me just put this here..” You trailed off as you tried to draw your eyeliner against your eyelids. Tom on the other hand, is nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck breathing in your sweet yet bold scent from the perfume you’re wearing. He also insisted that you sit on his lap, while you do your makeup in front of the vanity. Of course, there are fusses about it as you pointed out words like you’re gonna do something that you know i hate it when i’m doing my make-up though at the end you made him promise to not ruin your whole routine or get in the way.

“I think we should stay in bed.” Tom murmured, giving a kiss on your neck.

Rolling your eyes as your shoulders slumped, the familiar sore feeling from putting on your eyeliner showed up. “It’s date night, it’s also a night where you invented it.”

A chuckle you receive. Tom’s hands proceeded to caress your clothed stomach, feeling the soft fabric of the think white tank top you’re wearing. His hands navigated themselves upwards to grab on your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as you almost messed up a line you’re currently draw on your eyelid.

“Honey..” You warned. He neglected your warning as he proceed kneading your breasts, giving them a nice gentle massages. His thumbs giving their attention to your nipples, tweaking them, pulling on them gently as they grew hard each seconds he does his magic tricks.

You secretly thanked yourself as your makeup is almost done considering right now in all honesty, you would stop and got distracted as he increased the pressure. You watched him through the mirror in awe—it felt really good somehow and he could always get you excited just by his big calloused hands. You exhaled and threw your head back to his shoulders, your hips adjusting the position on his lap brushing his bulge.

Tom slightly smirked receiving your reaction to his actions, he felt the way you softly grinding your ass. “Look at me from the mirror, baby.” He whispered to your ear, his lips ghosting against your skin. You straighten up your head from his shoulders to do what he asked, a scrunched eyebrows on your face in a form of needing more of his touch.

Tom stare at you dead in the eyes with his lips parted slightly, a hand went up to your throat, you gasped when you feel the pressure. You watched as his other hand made its way down to caress your stomach, then stop at the hem of your top, perfectly at the waistband of your panties. His fingertips pulling on it, feeling the rubber of the waistband—Tom debates on what he should do.

What’s crazy is that his little actions does very little to your body, he’s not touching the part where you ache the most, he’s not doing anything other than feel you. Yet, it’s very easy for him to have you on his chokehold. His little actions ache you, made your chest heaves, your heart race, drawing short breaths. All of a sudden, everything that you’ve worked on tonight, the black dress that you have in mind, the new Louboutins that you can’t wait to put on, you’re willing to throw all of that away out the window.

You’re in need of his touch now.

Tom smirked and inched closer to your ear when he let his hand cupped your needy sex. You hummed, as you expect he could do more than that. You wriggled underneath his touch, trying to create a friction than just having him froze there.

“Tommy…” You whimpered. “Will you please do something?” You gave him your best pouty look where it usually works, but apparently not tonight.

Tom kissed your ear, his wet tongue teasing them, sucking on them. “So, now you need me to do something huh?” He muttered, his tone dropped an octave low. The way his breath hits your skin, sends shiver down your whole body. The soft hairs on your arms seemed to have woken up due to the effect.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” Tom kissed the side of your face before he went back to your ear. “Can we stay home tonight?” And with that the hand cupping your sex disappeared inside your panties, his middle finger reaching down to gather your soaked entrance. Teasing the hole by doing anything except shoving it inside your throbbing cunt. He put pressure from the hand on your throat, as you gasped—screwing your eyes shut. His mouth sucking on your earlobe.

“Cause I just want to fuck my wife.”

[dragonmasterhiccup]

"Yeah, I know you've made peace with it but.." She paused, hesitating to speak out her original words of, 'I haven't with myself yet.' Freya still treated him the same, if not worse, after he defeated Red Death, and her eyes were being opened to the fact that he actually didn't do anything to deserve that. Her own bitterness got in the way and made everything worse, which brought her back to the memories of being a failure - mostly to her father. She wanted to prove herself, prove to her family, that she could do things on her own without cowering away from a challenge.

It was mainly the reason why she was so competitive, unlike most people's opinions that said she only did certain things because of her arrogance. She thought it would be that way for a long time, of no one understanding where she was coming from, but Hiccup came to abruptly prove her wrong. So, taking a small breath in, she finished her response, although not saying it exactly as she was about to before, "...Just..don't go trying to risk your life so much.." Not wanting to dampen the mood, she poked his shoulder, "Plus, you're Ayla's best friend right now, so I wouldn't go do anything too crazy, or else she might get upset with you."

Would it be Ayla who was upset? Or was it really her? She had a feeling it wasn't her little sister in the end.

Seeing him briefly look away, she thought she might've said a little too much, cross the line somehow, and she was about to ramble out her apologies...until he thanked her. Slightly freezing in her spot, she blinked in surprise, "Oh, uh-" Clearing her throat, she held her hands behind her back, resisting the urge to pull him into a hug. She did not expect for a positive reaction. "...You're welcome. You helped me out when I needed it so.. y'know.." She lightly shrugged, "I'm not the best at giving pep talks but if it made you any better, I might not be too bad... I think.."

Snickering at his comment of her being the one to put the flower in his hair, she lifted her chin, trying to stalk past him casually as she attempted to distract him, "Oh, you're right, I did! It looks nice, if I do say so myself." Freya snorted at the use of her first and last name, mockingly raising her brow, "Oh, wow, using our full names, are we? Hm, yours is kind of long, probably should go to something like..." She swiftly stepped to the side, failing to get by yet again, "..Dragon Master."

As she hung off Blaze's neck, she felt as though this were payback for enjoying Hiccup's reaction to what she did, not having the strength to fight off the grin on her face any longer while she heard him ignite the sword. Managing to glance over at what he was doing, she curiously watched as the Zippleback gas was quickly emitted, Blaze's attention immediately being drawn to the spark that went off. The Sand Wraith cooed, returning back to standing on all fours, being entranced once again as Freya cautiously unwrapped herself from his neck.

Ignoring the small flutter in her chest, she grumbled loud enough for him to hear: "Show off.." Her words, however, went against what she really thought of it all: she found it very neat and interesting, easily captivating her attention as well. 'Gosh, I feel like Blaze when he saw that thing now..' Dusting herself off, she lifted her chin while she spoke, "You're lucky you won this round, Mr. Haddock."

Once Ayla realized her older sister wasn't chasing after her anymore, she joyfully screamed, hopping in place as water splashed up to splatter against her and Toothless, "That was so cool! What was that? Can you do it again?" She rushed past both of the dragons, Blaze recovering from his trance, as the younger girl clutched her hands in excitement, holding them up to her face as she hopefully smiled at Hiccup.

Seeing that the sword was completely put away, and no signs of flames or gas anymore, Freya thought of a..pretty risky plan. 'Nah, it'll be fine..' Turning to glimpse at Ayla, she spoke in a nonchalant tone, "Hey, I've got an idea. How about we.." Quickly leaning forward, she snatched the Dragon Blade, holding back a giggle, "..Switch roles?" She bolted over to Blaze, hastily tapping his neck as she hid behind him. He immediately got the signal and grinned, holding up his wings again as he shielded her.

She forgot if Hiccup remembered where to scratch the Sand Wraith, thinking she was completely free from his grasps as she protected herself from behind Blaze. With the short of amount of time she had, she examined the handle of the weapon, thinking the design was also eye-catching. Ayla, however, noticing her distracted, nudged the Chief's son beside her, mischievously grinning as she silently told him he had an opening.

Clearing her throat, Ayla pretended to sound worried: "Oh no! Fey, why did you do that? You can't take things that aren't yours, remember?"

Cracking a smile as she poked him, he gave a small nod, looking at her. "Well, we wouldn't want that now, would we?"

Don't go trying to risk your life so much...

He wanted to say he didn't, but...he did have a bit of history doing just that. Not that it was ever intentional, but he did put himself in some risky situations while living on Dragon's Edge.

To him, he didn't really have a choice. Someone had to fight for those dragons.

That, and...

"You forget, though... we're Vikings, it's an occupational hazard. The upside is that I have Toothless, and he's gotten me out of many tight situations...but...for Ayla, I'll try to tone it down a bit."

He'd also do it for Freya, too.

The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, and they locked eyes. Deciding to be up front with her, he said, " What you said...it was something I hadn't known just how much I needed to hear until you said it. So, yes, I'd say you're pretty good at this."

Hiccup glanced down, wanting to reach for her hand, but held back. If the gesture would have been welcomed, he wasn't sure, but her hands were behind her back either way.

His smile didn't falter as she continued trying to get past him, and he blocked her every attempt. "If you have a problem with my name, you can take it up with my dad. I'll warn you, you won't get too far!" He knew that from experience.

Hiccup continued with his plan, choosing to ignore Freya's comment.

Hey, she asked for this. He was just doing what was requested of him.

Smirking at her, he extinguished the sword. "Thank you, Miss Leif. Though I must admit, I hadn't realized we were competing."

Toothless held up a wing to prevent being splashed, his expression amused.

Hiccup grinned, flipping the handle again with a fluid motion. "Just a little something I cooked up. It's a surefire way to help dragons see me as one of their own. As you know, most dragons can produce flames, so when I use this, they see me as doing the same."

Pointing to the bottom, he continued, "This releases Hideous Zippleback gas. A great way to make an explosion from a distance. All it needs is a little spark, and...well, you saw it for yourself."

Turning the handle around in his hand, he added, "The blade is coated in Monstrous Nightmare saliva. As the blade extends, a spark is initiated, catching it on fire."

As much as he wanted to, he couldn't take the credit for the design. Sure, he made a few tweaks, but he wasn't the first to build something like this.

As the Dragon Blade was snatched from his hands, he let out a small sound of surprise. "Hey! Why would you--?"

And now she's hiding. Throwing his hands up and shaking his head, he rolled his eyes playfully.

Understanding Ayla's hint, he gave a lopsided grin, nodding knowingly.

Reaching out to Blaze, he tried to remember where that sweet spot was, the one Freya showed him...it was right behind the ear, wasn't it?

Keeping his voice low and soft, he said, "Hey...good boy...look at you, doing what you do best..."

Successful, he now was able to rush towards Freya, hoping to catch her by surprise.

Coming up from behind, he wrapped his arms around her to get to the hilt, firmly grasping it in his dominant hand. Grinning, he leaned in, keeping his voice low as he spoke into her ear, "You really should know better than to try and steal something from who you call 'Dragon Master'...only to hide behind a dragon." Chuckling, he added, "Did you really think I would let you get away with it?"

He was in such high spirits, he hadn't realized he was technically hugging her from behind, and while his left hand held the Dragon Blade, his right was over her own hand.

[missywritesfor7]

🌙Moon’s Light | JJK🌙

Synopsis: Luna is a young paralegal trying to maintain her new found independence and enjoy life. Too bad her job sucks and her boss is the worst. As if that wasn’t bad enough, she encounters a vampire named Jungkook who changes her life in more ways than one.

Jungkook is a shield and protector of the vampire kingdom of Korealis. He’s trained his entire life to block out any and all distractions and focus solely on becoming the strongest. While investigating a potential threat to the kingdom, he encounters Luna who turns out to be more than he could have ever imagined. It becomes his job to protect her, but he can’t tell if what he’s feeling is his devotion to the job or perhaps something deeper.

Secrets are uncovered. Lives are on the line. Hearts are tested.

Pairing: Vampire!Jungkook x Fem!OC

Warnings: Violence, character death, eventual smut, tragedy, some angst, strong language, MINORS DNI

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|| Ch. 36: Enemy #1 ||

Sunyoung once again finds herself providing refuge for Jungkook and Luna who are trying to stay out of Minseok’s sight. She doesn’t mind having them over, but she’s not too thrilled about why they’re there. Even after the warning she gave Minseok, he’s decided to continue trying to get in the way of things.

Jungkook feels like he can finally breathe a little. Not much, but at least a little more than before. He loves that they can be safe here, but he knows he can’t stay long. He still has a job to do at the palace and his mom’s house isn’t close enough to make it easy.

He wonders if maybe moving out of the palace would be better. His brother seemed to be much happier when he moved just a block away. It wouldn’t be easy, especially since everything he ever needs is provided for him by the palace. It would be nice to not have to worry about his father trying to interfere with his life and his relationship with Luna, but he’s afraid he wouldn’t know what to do to maintain a household without the help of the free royal amenities he’s had his whole life.

Whatever the best choice may be, he’ll have to decide later. He just received a call from Jin summoning him back to the palace to be an escort while he visits another kingdom. This isn’t a scheduled visit so it has Jungkook a little worried, but Jin assured him it’s nothing bad.

Luna wishes she could go along but instead she’s left behind with Sunyoung. It’s fine at first, she and Sunyoung always get along well. The day goes on and they watch tv until Sunyoung prepares dinner. She leaves a bit for Jungkook in case he’s hungry when he comes back. Afterwards Sunyoung heads to bed and leaves Luna to herself.

Luna is bored. She didn’t think to bring anything with her except her phone, and she’s already burned out from playing games on there. Her restlessness spurred her to go out for a walk. Not just a walk, but a journey back to the palace. It’s not what she initially planned to do, but she figures she can grab something to keep her occupied.

At the very least she can get her headphones and listen to music without disturbing Sunyoung. Headphones Jungkook gave her because she discovered a vampire group with a very catchy song. She went down a rabbit hole after learning their names and she quickly drove Jungkook crazy to the point of him buying her headphones so he wouldn’t have to hear the same songs over and over.

She approaches the palace only hoping to quickly slip into Jungkook’s room and slip out. The last thing she wants is to run into Jungkook and have him getting on to her for wandering off on her own, especially so late at night. She feels like she’s been here long enough to get around fine, but he’s protective of her. She wants him to take it easy, but she also finds it endearing.

As she’s in the grand entryway nearing the door to the quarters where Jungkook’s room is, she’s suddenly unable to move. It’s like something stopped her dead in her tracks and she can’t move a muscle.

“What the fuck?” She says trying to break free from whatever paralysis she’s under.

“The more you fight, the tighter it gets.”

Luna turns to the sound of the voice to see Minseok approaching her.

“What the fuck is this?” She asks feeling both scared and angry.

“I can’t allow this to go on,” Minseok says with fire in his eyes. “You can’t be trusted.”

“You don’t know anything about me!” Luna knows by trying to fight back she’s poking a bear, but she has better control of her power now and she’ll easily blast him across the street if he tries anything.

“I know enough! There’s no reason why a Saakhan convert needs to be with my son!”

“He’s a grown fucking man, you narcissistic prick!” She shouts.

“You have no say in what goes on between me and my son!” He shouts raising her 5 feet off the ground in his forcefield. “This shit you’re doing to his mind ends now!”

“You’re fucking nuts!” Luna huffs in disbelief. “Have you ever considered that the reason why you’ve lost nearly your whole family is because you’re the fucking problem?! Now all you have left is Jungkook and you can’t stand to lose him because then you’ll be left alone and fucking useless!”

Those words hit Minseok deep and he rages lifting her higher. He’s ready to throw her across the kingdom for the amount of disrespect she’s been showing him. He’s growling and tightening the forcefield around her. He doesn’t care about anything else right now, he only wants to get rid of what he sees as a threat to him and his family.

He doesn’t like that Jungkook is spending so much time with her. He doesn’t like that she’s a convert. He doesn’t like that she’s connected to Hyungwon, the leader of SV. He hates that the only reason he’s seen his ex-wife for the first time in centuries is because she was giving him a warning about Jungkook and Luna. He hates that Luna has such great power and could possibly do the same thing to Jungkook that Sunyoung did to him. He hates that he wasn’t the one to pick the right partner for Jungkook. It would have been no one, but he hates that Jungkook didn’t even give him the chance. He hates a lot of things, and he’s taking it out on Luna regardless of whether she’s the root of the problem or not.

Jin and Jungkook finally return to Korealis after a long day. They enjoyed themselves, but after a while Jungkook started to get tired. He wasn’t fully prepared for such a trip.

“Next time you want to see your girlfriend, don’t do it at the last minute,” Jungkook says lightly hitting Jin’s arm.

“She’s not my girlfriend,” Jin laughs.

“You, the Prince, went to a different kingdom just to play the same game in person that you play online with this girl, and you have the nerve to say she’s not your girlfriend?” Jungkook chuckles.

“It’s easier to play co-op when we’re in the same place,” Jin says as his ears turn bright red.

“Ok, hyung,” Jungkook laughs. “Next time just tell me ahead of time when you plan on going on your dates to other kingdoms so I can at least take a nap first.”

Jin may not say it’s his girlfriend, but after playing online for a few months, the two from very different backgrounds managed to spark a friendship. As Prince, Jin can’t go anywhere without his shield, especially another kingdom. Jungkook thinks it’s amusing how Jin denies that he truly likes her, but he’s happy as long as his hyung is happy.

As they get closer to the palace they hear shouting. The shouting gets louder as they near the entryway and Jungkook can instantly tell it’s the sound of his father’s voice. He sounds angry, very angry, and Jungkook knows it can’t mean anything good. The two run up and see Minseok shouting at Luna as she’s suspended 10 feet in the air in his forcefield.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Jungkook shouts running up and pushing his father.

“I’m protecting you!” Minseok shouts.

“I told you not to touch her!” Jungkook says ready to unleash all hell upon Minseok.

“This has gone on long enough!” Minseok looks at Jungkook and he can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s close to losing control. “What are you going to do?” Minseok provokes. “Show her who you really are?”

Jungkook grits his teeth. His father is doing this on purpose. He’s trying to pull the darkest part of Jungkook out hoping it would scare Luna off. Would it scare her off? Jungkook is afraid of what she may think if she sees him lose control, but it’s so hard. Seeing her suspended in the air at the hands of his father fills him with an immense amount of rage.

“Is that what you want me to do?” Jungkook growls. The fire within him is reaching dangerous levels and Jin can tell.

“Jungkook!” Jin says trying to calm him, though he knows it’s hard to do when he rages.

“You want me to fucking hurt you?” Jungkook asks too enraged to even hear Jin calling his name. Right now all he can see is his father suspending Luna in the air and his only focus is freeing her. He wants to free himself as well.

“Is she really worth it?” Minseok asks not backing down. “Is she worth you losing everything you’ve worked your whole life for?”

“Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?! I’m so sick of you trying to dictate everything I do! Work on your own shitty life and stop trying to ruin mine!”

There’s fire in Jungkook’s eyes. Literal fire. Luna has never seen anything like it. His deep red eyes are now a pair of bonfires rapidly growing. Jin knows things are close to getting out of control. He sends message to the brotherhood to call them into action, but somehow Jimin is already running out towards them.

“You got here fast,” Jin says.

“I heard him,” Jimin says with much concern.

Jungkook comes eye to eye with his father still ignoring Jin and now Jimin behind him.

“Put her down,” Jungkook says through his teeth. “This is the last time I’m going to tell you.”

“Do it,” Minseok provokes further. “Show her who you are.”

Jungkook grabs his father by his collar and lifts him off the ground. Hoseok and Taehyung come running up and are terrified of what they’re seeing. They already know they’re too late, they can only stand by and hope the damage isn’t too bad. Jungkook is ready to punch his father. Much harder and more powerful than before. He’s fed up. He’s fucking pissed.

“Jungkookie,” Luna says softly. “Show him who you are.”

She knows what she’s doing. Her ability to stop him no matter what when she calls him “Jungkookie”. He’s trying to maintain his focus on his father but he doesn’t move.

“Put her down.” Jungkook demands again.

Namjoon and Yoongi arrive and both look just as horrified as the rest of the guys. Namjoon thinks quickly and stands near where Luna is suspended. They won’t be able to stop Jungkook at this point, but he wants to at least make sure Luna doesn’t hit the ground if and when the forcefield is broken.

“Tell me why I should,” Minseok says still intentionally provoking his son.

Jungkook tightens his jaw and grunts. He knows what his father is doing and he’s ready to finally teach him a lesson. Luna can’t feel anything because she’s still suspended in the air, but everyone else can feel it. The feeling of the ground shaking.

“Jungkook,” Jin says calmly trying to get Jungkook’s attention. Jungkook doesn’t hear him. He hears nothing. Only Luna.

“Jungkookie,” she repeats.

Jungkook lets out a booming roar and throws Minseok into the building wall. Luna falls into Namjoon’s waiting hands, but before she can get her feet back under her, Jungkook is already standing over his father who’s on the ground trying to catch his breath. Jungkook grabs him again and slams him against the wall. With a tight grip pressing Minseok into the wall Jungkook continues to growl at him. He’s so angry he can’t even get words out anymore. Luna can feel the ground shaking now and it’s only intensifying each second. Jungkook unleashes an uppercut to Minseok’s jaw. It’s a powerful hit, though not as powerful as he could hit him. If Jungkook hit him at full power right now Minseok would no doubt be dead. He hit him just hard enough to get his point across. He’s done dealing with this, and Minseok has become enemy number 1 and should tread lightly.

Minseok can see the look in Jungkook’s eyes. Even when Jungkook unleashed his power before, he didn’t have this type of look in his eyes. That look was the last thing he saw before Sunyoung unleashed her wrath upon him many years earlier. The look that made sure he stayed out of her path from then on. It’s embarrassing for him to see the same thing from his youngest son. It’s embarrassing how afraid he truly is right now. It’s ridiculous that it’s even come to this, but he’s always been one to push limits until it was too late.

“Jungkook,” Luna says softly, now standing right behind him. “I love you no matter what.”

Jungkook takes a deep breath. Her voice does things to him that he can’t even make sense of.

“This is the last time,” Jungkook growls pressing Minseok’s back harder into the wall. “The very last time.”

Jungkook drops Minseok to the ground then turns to Luna. For the first time he notices the rest of the guys are there too. He didn’t want things to get this bad. He’s tried so hard to keep this to himself so he wouldn’t hurt anyone else. His father knew that but provoked him anyway. He wants to turn back around and pummel his father in rage for pushing him this far. However, his eyes can’t leave Luna. He examines her to make sure she doesn’t look harmed. He wants to pull her into his arms, but he’s afraid to. She just witnessed a lot and he’s not sure how she feels about it.

“Jungkook,” Luna says taking a step towards him. “It’s ok.”

He wants to cry. Holy shit does he want to cry so bad. Instead he’s finally able to will his legs to move towards her and pull her into his arms.

“Are you ok?” He says softly.

“Yes, baby. I’m fine,” she whispers into his chest.

There’s a moment of silence. No one knows what to say, and even Minseok is afraid to make too much noise as he continues to try catching his breath. Jungkook gives Luna a squeeze before releasing her and looking towards the rest of the guys.

“Hyung,” Jungkook says to Jin. “I think I’m going to finally use that vacation time now.”

Though he doesn’t get time off like anyone working a typical job, Jin has told him many times before that it’d be ok if he took a week off whenever he wants. He’s always worried that he’s overworking himself at times. Jungkook always rejected the idea, saying a shield doesn’t take vacation if there’s still a Prince to protect. Today, however, he feels it’s finally time.

“I’ll see you next week,” Jin nods in approval.

“I’m sorry,” Jungkook says remorseful for causing such a scene and no doubt creating another event that will be in the news by the morning.

“It’s ok,” Jin says. “Take care of yourself, and her.” He turns to Minseok still leaned against the wall. “I’ll let my father know what happened here.”

Jin has tried to stay out of the middle of Jungkook and Minseok’s tumultuous relationship, but he can’t let this go anymore. Jungkook sending a quake through the kingdom once was bad enough, Minseok purposefully provoking him to that point again can’t be ignored.

Minseok usually tries to control his behavior when around any of the royal family, but he wasn’t expecting Jin and Jungkook to show up when they did. Now he’s worried what Jin will tell the King. Though they’re close friends, Minseok knows he isn’t immune from discipline.

Jungkook takes Luna back to his room to grab a few things before going back to his mom’s house. But first he needs to make sure she’s ok and also find out what she’s doing here in the first place.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Jungkook asks looking her over from head to toe.

“No, really I’m fine,” she says taking his hand. “Are you ok?”

“Yeah,” he says, though he’s not sure if he really is.

“I don’t believe you,” she says.

“I don’t believe you either.”

“Why not? You think I can’t handle being in the air for a little bit?” She jokes.

“It’s not that, it’s…” he trails off struggling to address what she just saw. He would like to just pretend it never happened and never speak of it again, but the pounding in his chest won’t subside until he’s positive he didn’t scare her or make her feel any differently after witnessing his ground shaking power.

“How come you never told me?” She asks seeing the obvious conflict in his face.

“How could I?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugs. “Just tell me that’s your ability instead of saying your ability is super strength like you’re Superman or something.”

“Being Superman is much easier than telling people I’m the reason for the only earthquakes this kingdom has ever recorded,” he sighs.

“It’s more than just the earthquakes though, isn’t it?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says turning around no longer wanting to talk about it. “Get what you need and I’ll take you back to my mom’s.”

“You don’t think I’m just going to let you leave it at that, do you?” She says stepping in front of him so he can face her.

“No,” he sighs. “But it’s all I’m going to tell you.”

“Are you afraid I’ll be scared of you?” She asks knowing that’s exactly what the problem is.

“Are you?” He asks unable to hide his need for assurance.

“No,” she chuckles. “I just want you to feel ok being open with me about yourself. It’s going to take more than an earthquake to scare me.”

“It’s more than that though.”

“Then what is it?” She asks. “I mean wouldn’t it be better for me to know so I’ll know what to expect if this happens again?”

“It won’t happen again.”

“Did you say that the last time this happened?” She can see right through him and though he knows they need to have this discussion, he is really struggling to get through it.

He sighs then takes a seat on the edge of his bed. “I’m sorry I lost control,” he says as if he just got scolded by a parent. “I swore it wouldn’t happen again but it did.”

“It’s not your fault.” She sits next to him rubbing his back. “He knew what he was doing. He knew that you get like that when you’re pushed. It’s not your fault that he was provoking you.”

“How do you know he knows I get like that?” He asks suspiciously.

“Oh well…I just assumed he would know. Since he’s your father and all…” she stumbles to say trying to not dig herself into a hole. She knows he probably wouldn’t be happy if he found out Jimin and Taehyung already told her about his power. “We should go before it’s too late.” She stands and grabs her headphones. “Come on,” she says heading towards the door.

“No,” he says walking after her and grabbing her arm. “What do you know?”

“Nothing,” she lies.

“LuLu.“

“Luna.”

“Who told you?”

“Well I can’t just out them-“

“So someone did tell you!” He shouts pointing his finger in her face. “What the fuck? Who was it?”

“Look, it doesn’t matter,” she says moving his finger from in front of her face. “All I’m trying to say is you don’t have to hide from me. I just want to be by your side and support you.”

“The less you know, the better.”

“How does that even make sense?”

“Because I could hurt you and that’s the last fucking thing I want to do. What you saw is all you’ll ever see and all you need to know. It won’t happen again. Now let’s go.” His tone is stern and he offers her no room to respond before he’s pulling her out the door.

The earthquake is only the tip of the iceberg. He refuses to let her or anyone else witness anything more.

[angstics]

I have many thoughts about les mis live, and they are all beautiful and complex.

to get it out of the way, things that sucked: the face spotlights were RIDICULOUSLY distracting and ugly use wide spots. the context tidbits are so useless lmao everything is explained in the main songs. it kind of made eponine irritating because she would always appear in these ugly sounding tidbits just to yearn. The surprise is kind of the point. The video effects were kinda distracting BUT also really good which i will expand on later. The tempo was so off, at least to how im used to it. I really dislike how they elongated the notes (though it was impressive tbf). I dislike the weird pauses that were obviously not mistakes. I HATE the line changes. They removed my favorite part of paris look down when the ppl go “whens it gonna end somethings gotta happen now somethings gotta give itll come itll come” then the FANTASTIC fanfare. GOD. Watching it live, i felt act 1 was so rushed — i do think it had abnormally fast tempo… this one’s silly bc it depends on actor intuition but i wish they laughed at the points the characters laugh in the 2010 recording (theres like 3 points that just so perfectly punctuate the sadness). Noticeably awkward staging during rain will help flowers grow. I wish grantaire fell with enjolras SORRY.

Also i wish everyone who talked went to hell, everyone who coughed endlessly took some PILLS, everyone who went up and down the stairs pissed in their seat -_- the worst was when the idiots in front of me (WHO WERE TALKING THE WHOLE SHOOOOOW they were shushed by the usher Three times I need them to be tried for this) were whispering during To love another person is to see the face of god and i wanted to STRANGLE them

anyway, onto the good. And be sure it far outweighs the bad. Great casting, great singing, SUCH a good band, good lighting (spots otherwise). There were no obvious acting missteps that i hear in recordings which was a nice surprise

The set was SOOOOOOOO dynamic and fluid and lighting was used in a simple but CRAZY effective way to morph and splinter the setting. Augh. When the set pushed in during paris, i fell to my kneeeeessss (in my brain). The gate, the barricade, the houses were GORGEOUS

Lighting during the final battle. I wanted to die it was so good. I didnt know or forgot grantaire dies last. I remembered it was voluntary but not like that. Jesus god

There were a lot of surprises in staging acting etc that had me genuinely jump in my seat from shock and delight. I have never acted like that in a theatre, much less for a show ive seen and listened to a MILLION times. Some moments like this: enjolras falling over in the cart and being Dragged out, heart full of love starting so reluctantly (i was DELIGHTED by this it was a nice surprise laugh), the wigs (love), the staging during one day more (god when enjolras is dead center stage haloed by light).... there are so many other moments that had me shook i cant recall rn...

gavroche was so Present in the set, which you really miss in the audio. His little added dialogue bit was my favorite of those. His relationship w grantaire was particularly pronounced, which kinda shifted the source of grantaire’s sacrifice. Ofc there are many reasons he chose to die for the cause, but i hadnt thought one being grantaire seeing the police state for the robbing force it was. Hard yes, but evil. He didnt know it was *evil*. I think that realization was pushed by Gavroche’s killing and something so interesting in the discussion of how sheltered these kids were (or not). Rich boy’s game to play… what did enjloras know…

On the same line, i felt the “message” very strongly seeing it sung at me. Is there a world you long to see… i also felt the faith themes distinctly. Vaguely christian ending lol ill lead you to salvation, the only survivors being a couple. Wait the thenadiers are also a couple. Lol?

On that lot, they were fun and good lol. They changed one of his beggar at the feast lines and it was kind of silly. “this one’s a queer but what can you do” to “this one’s a queer, i might try it too” ????? I dont know if we want to wokeify this guy in particular

There was a part duringggg i think drink with me before grantaire’s verse where both he and enjolras are in the shadows on literal opposite sides of the stage (e is high right upstage, g is low left downstage) and grantaire is staring Right at enjolras. And enjolras turns to him through the first verse. I was watching this going crazy that they actually fanfictionified them i didnt think they would more than ive already seen. There is one movement in particular ive never seen and would have Definitely been in the compilations i watched (lol). This will have its own seperate joke post

Speaking of, watching it live made me realize how Present enjolras and grantaire’s relationship is. Besides the lovey dovey achilles-and-patroclus slash thing, i loooovveeeee their ideological conflict SOOOO much. It is so genuis. So i love that it was center stage when it isnt really in the lyrics (or 2012 film or other adaptations)

And they were both blond. Which was crazy

Javert at the end made me so crazy. Again, the staging — mourning Gavroche, seeing valjean carry marius — shifted how i thought of his suicide as well. I think maybe he had the same awakening as grantaire

Hey guys maybe the police state and prison complex is bad lmfao

The candlesticks at the end ❤️ (this is a bit of hater moment but i was watching the ramin 14 boot and the moment the bishop walks away from him at the end he does the same thing fredric march does where there is a pause and jean is kneeling infront of the bishop and he holds the bishop’s hands to his head in silence and. It is so vulnerable and meaningful and i adore it. And i wish theyd kept that staging)

I always found it weird that eponine is for some reason fantine’s right hand man in heaven. If we’re being haters i still dont like the caricatured costumes and behaviours of “the poor” and “whores” companies. AND they shouldve really tried harder on boy eponine. cut her hair at the very least and mirror her further w fantine -_- well that makes make me like heaven more

This also really made me think about how valjean saw javert as Just A Man, while javert saw himself as The Law. Which they literally say but seeing how they acted around each other cemented it. Javert was so very humanized by his sadness and anger and all that emotion Destroyed him because there is no compassion in the law lol. Maybe there is something wrong with our governments Lol

for a bit that kinda meanders and strays from the main action, they made "heart full of love" et al. really really wonderful. the staging was so great, like marius actually climbing the gate and throwing rocks at her window, cosette running to him, marius and eponine hiding along the gate in times i didnt think they were listing. the thenadier climbs the house set it's so fun

i love that eponine is consistently black. it adds. so much. and i will always judge a production if their eponine is white. this one had a great black actor play her -- her voice was nicely different from the recordings

i liked the video sets, especially when it emphasized character mvmt. sometimes it was bright and looked kind of bad, so the darker the better lol. there was a moment when we dip in the sewers where thenadier enters from upstage center from the darkness of the sewer in the backdrop and it was AWESOME.

OH MY GOD turning -> empty chairs. GOOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. turning is such an underrated song and they just so beautifully staged it. the all female cast who communicated such different perspectives on the massacre that was a nice change from a monolithic company. and the lights. when i saw theyd set them down, i knew what was coming. and then it came. God. empty chairs. so good. So good.

the choreo during the wedding was great

Enjolras had the red vest. W

god i feel im missing so much. hope i get another cheapo ticket. Eek. im so glad i get to see it at all. limit hit <3

[galunacycheckyourheadtour]

Keep on walking past the open windows…

I lost my voice this week. No, not in the physical way, that would be too straightforward, I just could no longer speak. Like a spell was woven and my ability to communicate was lost. I didn’t want to speak anymore and I wouldn’t.

I went and sat in my wardrobe, closed the door and cried. Wondering whether I could just stay there forever in the safe, small dark space amongst my dresses and slowly disappear into nothing or maybe fall out the back and into Narnia and into a massive bowl of Turkish Delight. (I didn’t think the latter but needed to throw some fun into this - light and shade people, light and shade).

I cried and cried, until I fell asleep…waking up a few hours later spooning a pair of dusty tap shoes. Knowing that something was not right, I got out of the wardrobe, and wandered around the flat, looking for something to distract me, it was 3am and I ended up staring out of the window waiting for something, anything and counting down the hours, minutes and seconds until I had to start work at the new job. As dawn broke, the birds sang and the panic rose again and more dark thoughts. I had to call the crisis line but I couldn’t, what would I even say, it all sounded ridiculous and pathetic in my head. Should I contact my family, my friends. No, I didn’t know what to say, I couldn’t speak. I also couldn’t move - there was no action in me anymore. I was paralysed in fear of not knowing what was happening to me.

I realised that I had not dealt with these episodes on my own before, and that was scary. Before, I would ‘pull myself together’ pretend I was ok, in fear that I would be left or abandoned for being too crazy or sad. But on my own there was no need for that, there was just my thoughts and my company.

The words in my head were jumbled and confused and I started to focus on weird single words and repeating them over and over again. Looking back at me pacing around the house repeating ‘Injunction’ in my head is actually quite funny now, but at the time less so.

I cracked and knew that the best thing to do would be to fill in an econsult form for the doctors - that way I wouldn’t need to say the things out loud - just type them. Anyone, who has ever filled in these types of form for anxiety or depression, will know that they are a bizarre abstract tick box exercise. It kind of feels like a quiz in J17 about your compatibility with boys at school - just less fun.

Are you anxious? If so, how anxious? It goes on and on until the points are loaded and you hit submit the ‘how mental are you?’ form. First comes the relief of saying it out loud and asking for help, and then the panic that a van will shortly arrive taking you to a padded cell and a jacket where you permanently hug yourself. Actually maybe that would be nice.

I wrote to work to say I was unwell and could not come in that day and I cried some more. Feeling like a failure, knowing that I had let people down and panicking about the future. I was so angry at myself for getting myself into this position again. But also curious as to why the pattern kept repeating, and it was all of my own doing.

I sat and waited. Messages came in from work, from family and friends and I didn’t know what to do so I turned off all my notifications and just sat. I sat and thought about not existing, about the fact that I provided little to no value to the world and how I could disappear. I planned getting in my car and driving away, I planned a lot of things in meticulous detail, which in some ways is very comforting. But I also thought of the pain of my friends and family, if anything happened to me and how much I loved them and needed to keep trying to get better.

The call from the doctor came at 7pm, an amazing doctor who spent over 45 minutes talking to me about everything I had written. She had read it all and listened and for that I was so grateful, she understood and had lots of valuable insights and advice. I felt heard and agreed the best course of action was to return to meds and CBT therapy, alongside my current private counsellor. She would talk to me again in 5 days and said she would send a text with useful resources.

The text came within minutes, an app link called Stay Alive which I instantly downloaded, links to Mind local advice centre, crisis lines, CBT self referral service and my next appointment date.

The rest of the week has been a blur, i felt like I was drowning. I continued to not be able to talk, i avoided messages sending brief notes saying ‘I was ok but busy’, I cried a lot, I sat in the wardrobe a lot and felt like a failure. I realised that I didn’t want to talk to anyone as I didn’t know what I could possibly say, or what I wanted them to say to me. ‘I have had another depressive episode and everything has gone wrong again’ would be met with well meaning words that I would twist and manipulate to make me feel like I was the worst, most lazy person in existence. Why can everyone else go out and work, get up and have a shower and I cannot even get out of a fucking wardrobe.

5 days on, and I have emerged from underwater, red eyed and feeling rather stupid and embarrassed. I reached out to everyone this morning, letting them know I was alright, that I was ok and getting help. I know I have worried a lot of people and I hate that but I also didn’t have the capacity to even say or type anything. I need to work out a better plan moving forward, if I am on my own, but now I am getting help that path feels a bit brighter…as my favourite quote goes…I will keep passing the open windows.

I always question why I feel I have to write these, and probably selfishly they are for me to get everything out and down. But also for anyone else out there with similar struggles, I want to be honest, there is always hope and there is always support. You just have to find your way and your coping mechanisms. Not everyday is going be a picnic, the black dog never goes far but as long as we talk, we learn and we move forward. I hope it is of some use to someone out there, even if it is to understand a loved ones mindset in crisis.

[dragonsruby]

Aladdin felt his hands shaking. He wanted to punch the power-monger so bad, but there was a definite risk here. They were here in the city, and Mozenrath was already upset enough to bring others into it, so he shouldn't say anything too crazy. …But he could certainly toe the line. “Sure, I could finish, but I don’t think you'd understand the woes of ruling without killing off your workers for fun while you sit in a chair and read books that have tongues. Must be difficult. You can hang with my guards if you're lonely.”

Aladdin's arms crossed, and he raised his eyebrows as he stared at Mozenrath. "Up your game? Like what you've been doing the last eleven times or so that we've met? You upping your game has never ended well for either of us, and I've been trying to help you without us resorting to violence! If you could stop hiding behind your gloves and pretend to actually care about surviving this…”

He didn't finish his sentence, but he figured that the idea got across anyway.

Aladdin reached up and moved his hands behind his head, half in exasperation and half in a mocking show of surrendering. “Oh yeah, that'd be a good read. I'm sure you've enjoyed it, too, since you'd just take a book that Destane wrote and put your own name on it, like everything else you do.”

…He was definitely asking to be killed now, but it did feel nice.

And then... 'Get over it.' Right. Aladdin began slowly moving just a little bit closer. “Yeah, and maybe not the weirdest that's happened to you either. This is a safe place, so you can admit that you just wanted to tie me down and hold my hand for a bit longer. Don't worry, it's okay to speak your mind."

By this point, he'd probably earned a painful death. Still, as long as Mozenrath was around, Agrabah was in danger from Aladdin speaking his mind at the wrong time. He had to distract Mozenrath somehow… and the way to do that was to try and get close so that Al could lift up his arms and hug the sorcerer again. Remind him of better times when he was being humiliated by hugs. That would depend on if he could even get close enough to Mozenrath with his arms raised anyway.

Either way, this day was going to be fun...

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Aladdin looked at his wife who had the eyes of someone who's seen enough. Someone who... well, someone who had learned to tell when he was lying, and knew how to get him to speak. Al looked away. “I love you. So much.” He took a deep breath, looking around real quick to see if anyone nearby was listening. “And I… may have given Mozenrath a black eye this morning. With a fig.”

Al waited for the blow to fall. He and Jasmine had been looking forward to this day for weeks, and he at least had the courtesy of (usually) not being at fault for the other times things went wrong. This time, it was definitely going to sound like something he instigated.

Al turned his face away, rubbing the back of his neck. “He… It's hard to explain. He put something in my drink the other day because someone was… threatening both of us. Him and me, I mean, and he wanted to test something on me. It made me see things like- like you… It was… messed up, and I was mad, so I went to punch him in the alley this morning.”

He gave a small, apologetic grin while gesturing to his outfit, which he had tried and failed to get all of the soil off of. “...And that is why I have this today.”

Aladdin smiled at Jasmine, then hung his head down as his smile faded. “I'm sorry. I… wanted today to be perfect, but Mozenrath… I didn't want to upset you.”

Thinking about the plans they had made for this day brought back the memory of another topic that Jasmine had brought up. Something that she had just mentioned, but that he didn't even think about. He lifted his head again. “...Did we ever hear back from my father? Or… from anyone who knows where he is?”

“Y-you’re here…!?” Surprise flashed across Mozenrath’s face for just a moment, before it was overcome with a sigh of relief. He placed his left hand over his heart, as he continued, backing away from potentially being punched. Or tackled, then punched. Repeatedly. “I was worried about you! You were rather sick last night, but I see you’ve made a full recovery.”

(Heyo! I was thinking what if Moze ‘accidentally’ killed Al in a time loop, and Al confronts him about it (basically the only time he manages to kill him is when it doesn’t count 😋))

Upon awakening once more, Aladdin enacted his two-step plan. The first step was asking Abu for help finding some figs hard enough to cause injury when thrown at someone's face. The second step was sneaking off to find Mozenrath and throwing a fig at his face.

"Are you happy now?!?" Al advanced forward with clenched fists, eyes set on Mozenrath's face but aiming to put a fist at his stomach. "Yeah, you'd know I'd be sick! I'm sick of everything in you!"  He went to swing at the chest again, regardless of the sorcerer's distance to him. Even if Moze dodged out of reach, Aladdin had plenty of figs lining the royal garment's pockets.

"You said that you didn't plan to spend your life here with me! Well, I can certainly change that!" He went for another attack, aiming at the lord's jaw. "As long as I'm the only one trying to get us out of here, I'd be more than happy to have you locked up here to rot away!"

If only that would get them any closer to actually leaving this time.

He didn't want to wait, he wanted to scratch up Mozenrath's neck and face enough to leave scarring, but any escalation right now would lead to more resets and more excuses for Mozenrath to torture him with whatever that was again. His head no longer felt that it would split open, but he wouldn't mind the pain again if he could deliver the same to Mozenrath's skull with his own head.

Anyway, whatever was keeping him and Mozenrath in the same recurring time period could have a motive for doing so. If the motive was positive by any stretch then scarring up Mozenrath wouldn't net him any points in generosity there.

He'd just have to wait for a good reason to make it painful.

[sluttywonwoo]

the bet || j.ww x reader

Summary: you help your boyfriend’s best friend win a bet against your better judgement

Warnings: swearing, lil bit of jealousy, light smut (18+) 

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: originally posted on my tom holland fic account ( @wazzupmrstark )

Masterlist

“Hey, can I ask a huge favor?”

You hoisted yourself up from your beach towel onto your elbows and pulled down your sunglasses to glare at the boy in front of you. You narrowed your eyes at him in suspicion. What could Kim Mingyu possibly want from you?

“What is it?”

He ran a hand through his still-wet hair awkwardly. “Um, the boys and I are about to play a game of volleyball, and we’ve bet some money on it…”

“Okay?”

“And, well, it’s me and Hansol against Wonwoo, Soonyoung, and Seungkwan. Wonwoo’s their best player and I was wondering if you could distract him? So that we have a better chance of winning?”

“Distract him… how?” you asked, not fully understanding.

“You know… whatever it is you do that drives Wonwoo crazy. He’s your boyfriend, I’m sure you know how to wind him up.”

“You mean you want me to get him hard during your game?”

Mingyu nearly choked at that. “Um, I mean pretty much, yeah. Just do something that will throw him off his game.”

“So you want me to help you guys cheat?”

“It’s not technically cheating.”

“I think your definition of cheating is much looser than mine.”

“So is that a no?” he asked.

You thought about it for a second. “Is there anything in it for me?”

“We’ll give you a cut of the winnings.”

You found yourself grinning. “How much did you guys bet?”

“Two hundred if they win, three hundred if we win. Basically whoever’s on the losing team has to cough up a hundred bucks.”

“Jeez, I can’t believe Wonwoo is risking that much on a stupid game.”

“Are you upset?”

“No, it’s his money he can do whatever he wants with it. I just think he’s a dumbass.”

“Not arguing with that.”

“Do you need me to remind you that you’re betting the same amount?”

“Fair enough,” he chuckled. “So you’ll do it? For a hundred?”

“Yeah, you’ve got yourself a deal.”

“Pleasure doing business.” Mingyu smirked and held out his hand for you to shake. You rolled your eyes at the formality but shook his hand anyway, just as Wonwoo came up to the both of you and clapped Mingyu on the shoulder.

“What are my best mate and my best girl talking about?” he asked, leaning down to kiss you.

“I wanted to go swimming, but Mingyu said you guys are about to play volleyball?” You piped up before Mingyu could say anything. Maybe you should’ve felt guiltier than you did about lying to your boyfriend and for what you were about to do, but hey, a hundred dollars was a hundred dollars . And if everything went according to plan, you’d be getting some good dick too. A win win.

Wonwoo frowned a little bit. “Oh yeah, sorry. Wanna play, love?” he offered. “There’s still some room on Mingyu’s team.”

You made a face. “What about your team? Can’t you make one of your other team members switch?”

He winced. “I love you, y/n, but you’re shit at sports.”

Any trace of remorse left over what you’d agreed to do dissolved in that moment. He fucking deserved what he was about to get.

“The stupid game is that important to you? Asshole,” you scoffed, and put your sunglasses back on before laying back down on the towel.

“Y/n,” Wonwoo whined, and crouched down next to you. “I-”

“Go play your fucking game.”

He stood back up, but lingered for a moment. You could tell he felt bad, but you weren’t having it. “Wanna go swimming after?” he asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure, whatever.”

You could tell he’d walked away when the shadow over you disappeared. You weren’t going to lie to yourself, you were a little pissed about the comment he’d made. Were you shit at sports? Yes, definitely, but could he have at least pretended to love you enough to be on the same team as you? Also yes. He should’ve known you were going to say no anyway.

While you were still fuming you hadn’t even realized the boys had started the game. Not even a minute in and you were already slacking on your end of the bet. You propped yourself back up for a moment to watch. You could see why Mingyu had asked for your help. Wonwoo and his team were dominating so far, and you couldn’t help but admire how fit your boyfriend looked as he served the ball to the other side of the court. You licked your lips absentmindedly, ready to pull him back to the car right fucking then.

You forced yourself to stop watching the game stood up from your towel, brushed yourself off, and began walking towards the water. You made sure to pull your bikini bottoms as far up your ass as you could in the process just to get Wonwoo’s attention as you walked past the volleyball net. Sure, you’d agreed to go swimming with him after the match, but you’d never promised to wait for him.

As you made your way down to the shore, you noted that not only Wonwoo’s head turned to watch you walk, but all five of the boys cast their attention away from the game and towards you. You glanced behind your shoulder for a second, and caught Mingyu’s smirk. He took advantage of Wonwoo’s lapse in concentration to spike the ball back over to their side and score a point.

You heard some yelling and protestation, but pretended to ignore it and continued to wade into the water.

It was warmer than you thought it would be, and deeper. There was a steep drop a few feet in that you might have tripped over if you weren’t careful. You only ended up staying in the ocean for a few minutes; Wonwoo couldn’t really get distracted by you if your whole body was submerged underwater. You weren’t there to swim around anyway, just to get your bathing suit wet so it would stick to your body.

You’d worn one that didn’t have pads in it so you knew that once you got out of the water the whole beach would be able to see your nipples poking through the fabric. You didn’t have a problem with that. Wonwoo might.

While you were down there you got your hair wet too, just for good measure. Might as well pull out all the stops since a hundred dollars were on the line.

You weren’t sure what the score was by the time you made your way back up to your towel, but you didn’t make an effort to ask. What you did know, though, was that Wonwoo was getting frustrated. Even from where you were you could see that his jaw was clenched and his brows were furrowed.

The opposing team seemed to be doing just fine though, and you stopped to watch them high-five each other after Mingyu scored another point by slamming the ball over the net onto Wonwoo side of the court.

“Damn, nice one, Gyu!” you called out from where you were standing, giving him a big smile and thumbs up. It was sort of dorky, not to mention a cheap shot, but if you knew Wonwoo as well as you thought you did, it’d be the perfect thing to rile him up.

“Thanks, y/n!” he shouted back and winked, ignoring the weird look Hansol gave him. “It’s about time you started rooting for the winning team!”

You struggled not to laugh when you looked back over to the other side of the court and saw all three boys scowling at Mingyu. You didn’t even know why he needed you in the first place, he knew how to push their buttons so well already.

Wonwoo’s fists were clenched now, and he looked this close to tackling his best friend to the ground. The two of you weren’t even flirting with each other, not really, but Wonwoo was the most competitive person you knew and it wasn’t always the best color on him. For you to be cheering for the team that he’s not on, and for that team to be winning- there was no doubt in your mind that he was royally pissed. Not to mention, that you just so happened to be cheering for his attractive best friend who may or may not have mentioned having sex dreams about you once or twice in passing.

It was good, but it wasn’t enough. Soonyoung made some offhand comment about how close the scores were so you knew you needed to keep going. You turned your attention away from the game again and lowered yourself down on your stomach on top of your towel and casually undid the strings of your bikini top to “sunbathe”.

If anyone asked it was so you didn’t get tan lines on your back, it was something that a lot of women did. In reality, however, you didn’t give a shit about tan lines, you just wanted to see how Wonwoo would react.

You pulled out your book to read while you tanned, tuning back into the game every once and a while to see how it was going. You could hear Soonyoung and Seungkwan yelling at Wonwoo to ‘pay attention’ or ‘snap the fuck out of it’ and smiled to yourself, excited for what was to come.

After several more minutes, your bathing suit was almost dry and you were starting to fall asleep on your towel. The volleyball game was taking way longer than you anticipated and you just wanted Mingyu and Hansol to win already. You didn’t have any other ideas to distract your boyfriend so you hoped they could pull it off.

Then, what you would call a fucking miracle happened. You were still nearly dozing off on top of your book when a pink Frisbee landed on the sand right in front of your face.

“Sorry about that!” called the voice of its owner and you squinted to see him jogging over to you. A few of his friends weren’t far behind and they all congregated in a little group in front of your towel. They looked to be about your age, maybe a little older. “Sorry to wake you up,” the ringleader apologized again, but smiled like he wasn’t really that sorry.

You propped yourself up on your elbows, one hand holding your loose bikini to your chest, while the other handed the Frisbee back to smiling guy. “No worries, I didn’t mean to fall asleep anyway.”

“What’s your name?” Ringleader asked. “I’m Jeonghan, and these are some of my fraternity brothers.”

Of course. You should’ve guessed. They were all jacked, tan, and had an air of privilege about them that you couldn’t miss. They were objectively cute, sure, but nothing in comparison to your boyfriend playing volleyball behind you. Not to mention their pack mentality freaked you out a little.

“I’m y/n,” you said and held your free hand out to them to shake, still keeping your other hand on your bikini top so you wouldn’t flash them. “Are you guys on a holiday break or something?”

“Yeah, just trying to make the most out of our last few days.”

“You from around here?” another boy asked, not being subtle at all in the way he was eyeing you.

“No, we just took a little day trip,” you explained and cleared your throat, wondering how long they’d stick around and when Wonwoo was going to come over and dick you down out of jealousy.

“We?” Ringlea- Jeonghan asked, cocking his head to the side. “Are you here with your friends?”

“Her boyfriend, actually,” Wonwoo piped up calmly from behind you. You looked back and saw him standing a few feet behind your towel with his arms crossed. He could be annoying, but fuck if he didn’t have good timing.

“Oh-uh, well I was nice to meet you.” Jeonghan mumbled abruptly and nodded to his friends to get back to their Frisbee game. They were gone before you could even say goodbye back.

“Attracting all sorts of attention today, aren’t you, love?” Wonwoo sneered and knelt down beside you.

His words went straight to the heat between your legs and you turned over onto your back to get a better look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lied, daring him to challenge you.

“I think you do, y/n,” he continued. The way he whispered your name sent a shiver down your spine. “I mean, you’re practically naked in front of the whole beach right now.”

“I’m wearing a swimsuit.”

“You know what I mean. And all for what? To make me jealous? So I’d fuck you? Because you could’ve just asked, baby.”

You whimpered, but didn’t say anything and leaned up to kiss him, desperately wanting to feel his lips against yours. He leaned in too, but stopped just short of your mouth, pulling back a bit to look into your eyes. “I could just pull your bikini bottoms to the side, no one will notice.”

You moaned softly, wanting nothing more than for him to do exactly that. You weren’t even sure if you could wait to get home at this point, you wanted him inside of you now. He put a hand on each knee and spread your legs apart, whistling in awe at the wet spot on your bathing suit. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

“All because of you,” you panted, reaching out for him, but he pulled back.

“You know all of your teasing made me lose the game, right? I couldn’t focus because I was so distracted.” You nodded. “I was so fucking hard the whole match because of what you were doing”

And then your dumbass had to open your big mouth. “So Mingyu told you?”

Wonwoo pulled back, and gave you a confused look, clearly caught off guard. “Told me what?”

“Y/n, that was incredible, you were perfect!” Mingyu exclaimed as he ran up to you and Wonwoo, holding out a hundred dollar bill to you.

You winced as you took it, wishing you hadn’t said anything.

“Y/n, what the fuck?” Wonwoo demanded, even more frustrated than he had been a minute ago. “What were you incredible at?”

“Fucking distracting you, dude. I asked her if she’d be in on the bet with me for a cut of the winnings since you guys had more team members.”

Your boyfriend glared at you. “Is that true?”

“I mean, it’s just a game… and I thought it’d be fun,” you said quietly.

“That’s what you guys were talking about earlier, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah, she didn’t need any convincing she was totally down-”

“Mingyu,” you interrupted, pinching the bridge of your nose, “please, if you have any mercy for my pussy please shut the fuck up.”

His face went scarlet and he shut his mouth without further comment.

“So that’s it?” Wonwoo asked, obviously not ready to drop the subject yet. “You’re just gonna sell out your own boyfriend that easy?”

“You said you didn’t want to be on a team with me!”

“Don’t turn this around on me! You’re the one who helped them cheat!”

“Oh I don’t know if I’d call it cheating,” Mingyu interjected again.

“Shut up, Mingyu!” you and Wonwoo both shouted.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Mingyu said quietly. “If I had known it was going to be this big of a deal I wouldn’t have asked her. I just thought I was being clever, that it’d be a fun way to beat you guys, but I’m sorry I went too far.”

Wonwoo sighed and ran a hand through his wet curls. “It’s fine. I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“So… we’re good?” Mingyu asked, holding out a hand to help Wonwoo up.

“Yeah, we’re good. Next time, though, we’re playing fair.”

“Deal.”

“Y/n, you still want to go swimming, love?” Wonwoo asked, turning back to you.

“We’re not- we’re not going home?” Despite everything you were still incredibly horny, and you’d been patiently waiting for Wonwoo to rail you for what felt like hours now.

“Not yet,” he said and helped you to your feet. “Let’s make the most of our beach day.”

“I think the rest of us are going to find an ice cream shop,” Mingyu added. “Winners are buying. Do either of you want anything?”

“No thanks, we’ll hang out here by ourselves for a while.” Wonwoo answered for the both of you.

He wrapped an arm around your waist as you walked down to the water together and you relaxed, enjoying the feeling of his warm skin on yours. Only once you were out of Mingyu’s earshot did he lean down and whisper “your ass is going to be seven shades of red for that little stunt once we get home,” in your ear. Now it was your turn to be distracted.

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[dollmoth-productions]

PLAYTONIC YANDERE HAMILSQUAD

TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR

Alexander Hamilton

💚 Alexander's possessive to the point where it's crazy if you were practically younger than him by even a year he will latch himself onto you it will be very dangerous person say to even be friends with you you'll practically be separated from the world at this point

💚 hopefully you get used to talking down to because you are practically going to be babied you" remember your Alex loves you you would be nothing without me" if your cold you get his jacket if you're bored you get to pre-read sandpaper if you want to talk to someone that's not him you'll just see some new red ink on his desk

Says it's from France

💚 when you do go to the Winter's ball you're practically decked out in the best clothing and some people even start asking to dance for you but you could feel Alex's gays in the background you know he's carrying his musket but sometimes you wish except that request to dance are so nice

💚 you hope that Eliza girl can distract him from now and you even accept a dance from one of his friends but they always informed him on if you're behaving or not so you can't reveal anything to them including John even if you do confront John and his behavior saying that he acts just as bad as him he just informed Alex and your punishment won't be so good

💚 your punishment was painful and long and soon after that you got baby again practically wrapped up in his coat and held onto he feels guilty on doing this but it's the only way to keep you safe

"I love you my sweet"

John Laurens

(John is not an UWU soft boy he's a Soldier)

💙 John's home life was never the best so when he finds someone like you who was practically like his little brother he lashed himself on he held on to you like you were nothing he was soft but strict if you think Alex is bad when it comes to him baby and you get ready for John

💙 when you knew he died you thought that you were free but little did you know he faked his death it was pretty easy and when she saw you again living your life with your love your life he saw this as an unacceptable

💙 you woke up and saw him covered in blood you thought that he was dead you were scared she turned to you and you recognize that smile it was soft it was gentle it was sweet but with a little bit of sickness to it you know that you weren't free you tried your best to backup you're backed up into a corner until you realize you had nowhere else to go and something hit the back of your head

💙 you woke up feeling something or someone petting your head and humming a song you felt safe until you woke up you felt unsafe when she looks into the swim mail your green eyes they were sickeningly sweet and he still smells of blood didn't even bother to dry himself off

💙" I know you're scared right now but everything will be okay once you accept that you live with me and only need me it's scary I know at the moment but I had to kill him he was a filthy you are not he was a filthy filthy Red Coat it's okay now you're safe with little Johnny"

Hercules Mulligan

🤎 he was a very interesting man when he first met him I mean he was always doing your outfits and it was nice that he would give you a discount you are really the best financially so it was really nice where do you know that his intentions weren't really the best

🤎 he really really did care about you I mean he will see you working on the front lines at the revolution after he doing and his concern skyrocketed he's more of a nice yandere being that she won't go full-on crazy unless necessary I mean sure he has a body count especially for you

🤎 he would be the one that's catching up your wounds if you weren't constantly getting injured he wouldn't be so concerned for you he's always looking for you when you know you're not that needed you're very tired person when you are overworked so he often is watching you when you sleep

🤎 when you guys went to the winter ball and people are practically falling over you it was nice to be appreciated by someone else and when you did except Advance you could feel Hercules worries but it was really pretty much jealousy you never really saw that person again

🤎 when it was time for him to go back to Ireland he took you with not really consensually he put a little something in your tea and well you couldn't stop yourself from falling asleep no one has really saw you again

Marquis De Lafayette

❤ he treats you like royalty even though he hates it if you're not being pampered by him we are and friends you were being paraded around you're practically seeing is his pride and joy even if you don't understand French economy compliments you it makes him happy to see you happy but it doesn't make him happy to see people by you that's not him the only people that he trusts around you is his friends

❤ if you weren't so precious to him he would have just knocked you around he's not the best person he's cocky he's arrogant he's a dick bag kind of like Thomas but that doesn't stop him from treating you any better then him he practically treats you better than his own friends which does get on their nerves but they don't mind

❤ he's so jealous that's practically overbearing I mean it's so crazy to even think that you have friends besides him "mon amour lumière de ma vie pourquoi parlez-vous à d'autres personnes?"

" because they are my friends Gilbert"

"They shouldn't be "

❤ when he does go back to France he's very busy with starting his own Revolution but he's also very busy with you being that you had your own life to get back to and possibly a family or spouse but once you reveal to him that you don't really have a spouse but you have a family to take care of that stopped him for a moment you're taking care of your family but you deserve a better family someone with riches

❤ one night when you actually came over it was nice to see that he already had some red wine set out and it was still very cold you sipped it and after a few minutes of talking you're wondering how strong this wine was you said you had to leave and well you passed out on the floor all you saw was the French man standing over you smiling with practically hearts in his eyes

This was so much fun actually doing one of my favorites fandoms as this and honestly I hope I get requests for this

[alreadyblondenow]

Box of crayons

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids.”

Pairing: Jaehyun x female!reader Genre: SMUT, FLUFF, angst if you squint, childhood friends to lovers, growing up au, college au, to being married. WC: 3,522k Warnings: mentions of getting bullied during kindergarten, alcohol consumption on a college party, getting drunk, swearing, spitting, oral sex: male and female receiving, slight cum play, overstimulation, fingering, cream pie, unprotected sex, switching positions, smut scene is kind of long. A/N: I just want to post something.

Meant to be. You and Jaehyun are meant to be. But not as lovers, at least not yet. For now, you believe that you and Jaehyun are meant to be best friends.

It all started when you saw him starring at his blank paper, close to tears while other kids are teasing him for not having a box of crayons. You came in bolting and scaring those kids with your wrath and told Jaehyun, “stop being such a loser,” and shared with him your box of crayons.

On the next day, you forgot your colors at home and you felt like such a loser because everyone was busy drawing and coloring their works while you’re stuck with this great idea in your mind for your artwork.

“Stop being such a loser,” Jaehyun said and sat beside you to share his box of colors with you this time.

That was the day you learned, at a very young age, that boxes of crayons that has a hundred colors are meant to be shared. You and Jaehyun became friends starting that day and your friendship became like a box of crayons that you’re willing to share with each other.

As long as you both have some colors left on your box, you’re willing to share and got each other’s back.

Your friendship grew and grew during kindergarten, grade school, and high school. Until your families acknowledged your friendship and thought that maybe someday you’ll end up together. On top of that, you and Jaehyun grew up together and watch each other achieve different kinds of great things. May it be through sports, academics, or your hobbies.

“Hey loser,” you sat beside him during lunch break and distract him from doing his assignment.

“Hey yourself” he smirked and continued writing.

It was a busy day in school, the student body organization was busy the whole week because of prom. And to be honest, you are too, you were busy with your dress and you were busy looking for the perfect tie for Jaehyun. And now, you’re just waiting for him to pop the question and finally ask you to prom, which he will because you’re best friend right? So that made you very excited and giddy.

“What do you think of Yeri?” He asked out of nowhere. Smiling and playing with his pen while waiting for your answer but you already felt nervous.

“Popular- She bullied you when we were kids? Why?” you answered short and cold. And you wonder why the man beside you is smiling like a fool.

“I’m taking her to prom, she said yes. It was yesterday in the library, I talked to her, and went straight to the point. I made her blush like crazy...” he proudly told you the story of how he asked someone else to prom but your ears started ringing and you can't hear anything he says already. Turns out when you were busy looking for the perfect tie for him yesterday, he was busy asking the girl he likes to prom.

Everything shifted after prom, you and Jaehyun stopped talking to each other but he was too busy with his new girlfriend to notice that.

Graduation came and summer took place, you and Jaehyun are going to the same college but now you’re not sure if he still wanted the same thing because rumors are he and Yeri are so in love that they will go to the same college. It's useless to reach out if life will eventually separate you and Jaehyun might as well accept it.

As you enter college and made great new friends, you forgot about Jaehyun and focus on your studies during freshman year. But during the start of your sophomore year and while you were at the library to borrow a few books you bumped into him and were forced to catch up and had coffee for old times sake. He paid for the drinks and snacks, obviously, he was happy to see you but you looked uninterested.

And when he noticed that he’s probably taking too much of your time, he finally started a conversation. “I transferred just this semester and I was actually looking forward to seeing you. How are you?”

“Great- look I have to study and I can’t be out this long, uhm...” you started to gather your stuff and ramble. “Maybe some other time Jae,” you said and left with a fake smile. You almost feel bad about what you did but he can’t just waltz back into your life like he didn’t forget about you the moment he had a girlfriend. Now ex-girlfriend.

And as your college years continue, a catch-up never happened again. Although he tried so many times to take you out, but you always refuse and avoid him with all your might whenever you see him around the campus. He was so consistent with bringing you back to his life but you just don’t care anymore because truth be told you were hurt when he left you. Maybe this is revenge? Maybe not? But one thing is for sure, you got hurt and you hated him for it.

Now that you’re in your senior and everything is very stressful, you decided to go to this party with your friends and you were so unlucky that Jaehyun was there with his set of friends, busy playing beer pong and being loud as fuck. Of course he saw you and it halted his moves, he wanted to come say hi to you or hand you a drink but you will for sure pretend that he is invisible so he didn’t.

The party was fun. Thankfully, there were a lot of snacks and overflowing alcoholic beverages as well as non-alcoholic beverages. And because you suck at drinking games, you were downing tequilas and vodkas the whole night and that’s how you got batshit drunk that Jaehyun found you on the bathroom inside the empty tub, sleeping like a baby with a red cup in your hand.

He knew right then and there that he is responsible for you.

“Y/n, it’s Jae. Can you walk?” he asked while patting your head softly. But you can’t talk right now, so you just shook your head ‘no’ and reached for him. You knew that it’s him and you can hear him perfectly but your brain is not working right and the room can’t stop spinning. And you can’t believe you’re saying this but you’re happy that he’s here to take care of you.

You had this same feeling when you forgot your crayons back then and he came to rescue you from your little situation. He’s the same Jaehyun after all.

He offered to drive you back to your dorm which you accepted without any argument, you could’ve thanked him if only you can talk properly. He was so concerned to you that he cleared the backseat of his car and let you lie there comfortably with his jacket covering your legs. And when he brought you to your dorm safely and in one piece, he can't just leave you sleeping with your dirty clothes and helped you clean yourself with closed eyes. Everything was a challenge for him, especially when he had to close his eyes before he removes your blouse, pants, unclasp your bra and make you wear something comfortable to sleep.

Jaehyun then pats your head softly and told you “I’ll get going then, good night” before he leaves and thankfully, you were quick to stop him and you had enough energy to tell him to stay. He smiled so big and felt so happy that he wanted to scream and jump around your room. But he controlled himself and removed his shoes before he lies beside you in your comfortable bed.

To his shock, you swing your arms around him and pulled him closer to you for a tight embrace that he eventually returned. Caressing your back as he melts to your embrace and enjoys the happiness that he’s feeling right now.

“I’m sorry,” he started and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“I missed you. Never hurt me again like that, Jaehyun I swear-“

“Shhh. I will never do that to you again,” he said and hummed a song oh so softly until you fall asleep together and meet in each other’s dreams.

Just as you thought that your friendship will never come back, it did and this time it came back with love. But even though that this time love is around to make you two stick together, you never admitted your feelings to each other. You just let your actions do the talking. From him holding your hand during a scary Netflix movie, to you holding his hand while he drives. It was a simple and comfortable ‘relationship’ and you wish he would make it official.

But during a beautiful rainy day when you and Jaehyun decided to stay at your place and enjoy the cold bed weather together instead of going to the movies... everything suddenly fell into place.  

“Mmm. Feels good” Jaehyun moaned as you concentrate on lining the face mask on his face properly. You’re sitting comfortably on top of him, your legs placed on both of his sides, while he’s leaning on your headboard with closed eyes, feeling so relaxed as you pamper him with skincare.

“Stop moaning, my dorm mates might think we're having sex,” you giggle and rake his hair away from his covered face. Holding it nicely as you lean closer to his chest to enjoy the comfort of being on top of him.

“Comfortable?” he asked and placed his hands on your back and made you lean on him completely. He started caressing your back and his soft touches are making you sleepy. You may not know, but he’s very much in love with you and that he will do everything just to keep you this time. He’s just waiting for the perfect time to admit his feelings to you and make everything official.

“Okay times up,” you excitedly said and started removing the face mask. While wiping his clear and handsome face, you see redness on his cheeks and his ears are turning red. You smiled and let out a giggle because that only means Jaehyun is flustered right now.

“Can you blame me? You’re so close to me and you’re literally on top of my dick. Don’t make fun of me if I get hard,” he said with a shy smile. Eyes turning into crescents and his cute dimples are deeper than ever. So instead of making him shy, you decided to make him nervous by grinding on him slowly but with enough pressure to make him in the mood and hard in no time.

His eyes went big when you rolled your hips once. Then it became even bigger when you rolled your hips a few times again which made him tensed up and hold his breath. “Stop it,” he said, but with a smile, that’s so big. He’s completely aware that you’re teasing him.

“But do you really want me to stop?” you said and put more effort into what you’re doing to him. Grinding slowly and deliciously, rolling your head and parting your lips. But the thing is, you’re not acting anymore. Jaehyun does feel so good right now and you’re liking what you started. And now that you’re letting out small moans, Jaehyun came close to you and caught your lips. Holding your head steady and kissing you like how he always wanted to.

“If you don’t stop now, I’ll really, really, really take advantage of this moment,” he said and went back to kissing you. A mixture of happiness and lust and you both feel like your hearts are about to burst because of what's happening right now. Kissing each other while smiling in between, kissing each other even more deeper by every second. It’s like your kisses were saying, ‘i love you’ ‘no, i love you more’. And as you two are busy with your lips, you felt Jaehyun’s hands slip inside your shirt and draw small circles on your skin while kissing as if he wanted you to lift your shirt but he’s just too shy to tell you. So without any warning, you stopped kissing him only to remove your shirt and remove your bra in front of him.

This may not be Jaehyun’s first time seeing a naked girl in front of him, but you sure did make him shy that he avoided looking at you. Flashing those dimples again, and witnessing his ears turn bright red. Brighter than ever. “Stop being shy and touch me,” you command and put your hand on his nape and reached for his other hand to place it on your shoulder. Giving him the freedom to touch you and roam his hand around your body as you continue to grind your clothed pussy on his hard dick.

Soon his hand finally started to move, touching your boobs first and kneading them slowly and carefully until Jaehyun became comfortable and confident to request that you remove your shorts too. Which you did gladly, so now you’re left with only your panties, kissing Jaehyun on the neck and making the man moan and feel good. Lifting his shirt without any hesitation and exposing his very hot body before your eyes and left kisses on it immediately.

Kisses after kisses you made him weak until you reach his sweat pants and pull it down together with his boxers brief so you can plant kisses on his happy trail, lower abdomen, and finally his hard cock. And there it is again, his handsome dimpled smile that shows his shyness. His cock twitched when your cold hands made contact with his cock, pumping it slowly while you watch him close his eyes and roll his head back. He watched you spit on his cock, and slowly put his whole size in your mouth. Gripping the sheets as he loses his mind, gripping the sheets as he breathes in and out heavily, letting out deep groans and making sweet moans.

“Y/n, s-stop. I’m about to cum,” he pleaded but you didn’t stop. Instead, you moved your head even faster, worked with your tongue, and made sure to never let him forget this moment that his whole cock is in your mouth for the first time.

After a few minutes of pleasure, Jaehyun came into your mouth and you witnessed him shaking and moaning on your bed with a satisfied smile. Still, with a sensitive body, you lay on top of him and teased him from cumming so soon. “You’re dead,” he said and smiled so sweetly at you. Encircling his arms around your body and kissing you a couple of times before he changed places with you. Finally, removing your panties and making you spread your legs for him, holding you with utmost care and kissing you with a mixture of love and lust.

If you tortured him earlier with your trail of kisses on his body, now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to torture you with him kissing your inner thighs oh so softly that it sends tingles straight to your spine and making your legs close automatically. “Uh-uh, I endured everything you did to me earlier,” he said, teasing you before he slides his fingers up and down your slit and finally licking it slowly. Spitting on your cunt just how you spit on his dick earlier and started pleasuring you with his hot tongue. Your hand automatically landed on his head, gripping his soft locks as he licks you slowly and torturing you with that damn wet muscle.

And when he finally made you cum and had his sweet revenge, he kissed you all over your body and put his entire weight on top of you. Letting your nipples brush on his chest and his hand soothe your sensitive body.

It was quiet for a moment, and only your heavy breaths can be heard in your room besides the air conditioning. He nibbles your earlobes and spreads kisses on your neck while slightly grinding his hard cock on your very wet pussy, waiting for you to calm down so he can finally fuck you.

“I was planning to take you out on a proper date first before we go to this stage. You just have to be so impatient, huh?” he shook his head in disbelief and kissed your lips again before he pulls away, putting both his hands on the sides of your head. His cock was very hard that you almost thought it wouldn’t fit, “Don’t worry you’re so wet. It will slide in easily” he said before he told you to line his cock so he can finally push in.

Slowly he stretches you out, rolling his head back and so are his eyes, while you on the other hand grip your boobs knead them as you feel Jaehyun’s cock slide in and out. “Jaehyun, deeper-“ you requested and let out a moan that made him gave in to your request. He adjusts your position, folded your knee before he spreads you open, thrusting deeper than before that his lower abdomen touches yours. Losing your mind whenever you take a peek at the motion of his hips while fucks you, Jaehyun was so hot as he moves his waist and kept his eyes only to you, this time he’s the one making you feel so shy.

“You like it this way? Deep and slow?" you only nod, “Wanna go another round after this?” you smiled and nod again, “Do you love me?”

And then he started thrusting faster and harder that your body was dragged on the mattress, and your boobs are bouncing up and down because of his hard thrust. Jaehyun came close to you for a kiss, still waiting for your answer. Although he knew already that you do love him by the way you kiss him, still he needed to hear it from you. “I want to hear it Y/n,” Jaehyun pleaded again and hold on to your waist tightly as he fucks you harder than before.

“I do Jae- fuck, slow down. Almost there” you croaked but its too late, Jaehyun’s thumb is on your clit, ready to torture you again and make you cum for the second time tonight.

Locking your legs around his waist as you enjoy your high and oversensitivity, you didn’t expect that you’d ask for more and beg for more the moment you hit your high that Jaehyun got more excited that he almost forgot to pull out. And when he did, he came on your pussy lips, watching his cum paint your wet folds and throbbing cunt. Of course the man above you isn’t satisfied with all the torture he did tonight, so he slides his fingers on your cunt, playing with his own cum and finger fucked you to give you another mind blowing orgasm.

The eventful bed weather ended with you and Jaehyun cuddling in your bed with his hands on your thigh and you’re wearing nothing but his black shirt and a pair of panties while he stays handsome and so irresistible in his boxers briefs.

“I promise to love you,” he whispered to you while drawing small and soft circles on your thighs, his eyes never left yours. “I promise to stay even though you’re so stubborn,” he added which made you giggle and happy.

FIVE YEARS LATER

During a very quiet night where Jaehyun’s hands are intertwined with yours and his embrace was tighter than ever because he was really tired from work, Jaehyun was having a cute dream. He dreamt about how you saved him from the bullies back when you were only innocent kids. He was smiling through his dream until he hears a cry. A cry of an infant and opened his eyes immediately. You stopped him from getting up and told him, “I got it Jae, go sleep. You’ve been up the whole day,”

Jaehyun has become a great provider for your small family now. And he was working hard to the bone that he barely gets enough sleep during weekdays. “Thank you,” murmured and closed his hands again. And after you put your babies to sleep again and went back to Jaehyun’s embrace, Jaehyun was deep in his sleep that he’s sleep talking and murmuring sweet nothings, the kind where you only hear whenever you have slow sex.  

“We were just two kids back then, but now we have two kids. I will buy them boxes of boxes of crayons so bullies will never touch them,”

You giggle and pulled him closer. Hoping that he will ramble more because he’s so cute right now. “I love you,” you said, you weren’t expecting something in return but he responded.

“I just realized I never thanked you for sharing your crayons with me back then, thank you” he said and opened his eyes and went on top of you to kiss you sincerely. His wife. “I love you”  

[cynettic]

Stay with Me pt.3

Summary - You manage to escape from Scaramouche, if only for a moment before you realize there’s no escape. It only takes until you’re sitting back in your regular spot that you know what you need to do.

Pairings - Kitsune!Reader x Yan!Scaramouche

Warnings - Suggestive content, mentions of death, swearing, slight gore / blood 

A/N - Its really hard to make this depressing while I’m vibing to Rasputin. Like no joke- I have it on one of the 1 hour playlists :D

Here you’ll find -  pt.1 and pt.2

He’d left a key.

Scaramouche didnt make mistakes, not while he had you captive in the vicinity of his bedroom. He didnt have room for mistakes, not when you were watching his every movement while he was in your line of sight. 

Sure, he mightve killed a person or two in front of you, but those were necessary mistakes. There was a sign on the door, it specified not to enter. You’d understand that, right?

Thats what he thought at least, lulling himself into belief after belief that you’d be there waiting for him every time. That you’d welcome him with open arms, even if there were chains ensnaring your wrists. That you’d accept your fate at his hands and submit yourself to him.

The Balladeer was a fool.

He’d kept you there for too long, and while you searched for an easy way to escape, time sent your head spinning. Into a spiral that begged only for the wind against your face, back laying on dirt with the familiar chirping up birds waking you up in the morning.

You wanted to go outside.

And when push comes to shove, you had to risk a little more to make it happen. Lure him into bed with kisses while your hands unbuttoned his vest. But what he believed to be alluring contacts was just your way of finding the keys hidden in the back pocket of his shorts.

It wasnt hard to find the one to your cuffs while he was asleep, cuddled in your chest with both arms around your waist as if to get you to stay put. You took the key, hiding them back in his clothing and hoping he didnt notice.

He didnt say anything the next day.

You werent going to wait any longer.

“Oh for fucks sake, why won't the goddamn door open?”

The room was left in tatters behind you, a little gift for Scaramouche once he got back. Turns out a pair of chains can smash up a lot of things, and rage can be used as a great source of strength when contained for such a long time.

But you’d done more than throw the blankets around, cut up the drawers and smash open the windows. Because your fists had bled red when you punched through the glass, puncturing your skin. Your knuckles were an ugly red, bruising already.

Ah, Scaramouche deserved a much better gift.

Gruesome as it was, you rubbed your knuckles against the pale walls. Till the blood stopped coming, till there was a nice little message for the boy which you held so dearly to your heart.

‘Balladeer.’

The first time you’d found out about him being a harbinger he’d told you not to call him by that name. You weren’t someone he associated with by work, you were a treasure to him. That’s why you continued to call him as he pleased, although the temptation always arose.

You were no longer his.

Shoving the door with your hand again, palm fiddling with the handle and groaning when it hardly budged. “Stupid,” you grumbled when the knob began to loosen. Backing up, you charged with your shoulder to the door, full force as the momentum broke the hinges. The door fell down with you along with it.

It was expected, you’d been stuck in the room for a long time, and thats considering you’d sat on the ground for decades. Your body was slight numb, muscles sore and unused for so long. 

“You a-arent supposed to leave your room!”

A young man stood in the hallway along with a woman who looked relatively the same age. The two were wearing uniforms, flinching when you stood up from the debris and off the door. “Excuse me?” You asked, voice unnecessarily icy and stern. But you couldnt care less, you were going to get out of this house, damn anyone who stood in your way.

They both continued to shake when you walked towards them, staggering from side to side. The woman stepped up in front of the man, presenting a brave face. “If you leave the mansion, the harbinger will kill us all!”

“Well then I expect you should be on your way then. Actually…” you gestured to the maze of hallways. “You can lead the way.”

“What…?”

Your hand went limp to your side, an exasperated looking momentarily crossing your face before you sighed. “Im not staying trapped in that room, I’m sorry if that ruins your life, but frankly you're not the one stuck in there are you?” You took an extra step just to intimidate them, eyes wide to make the appearance of crazy. “It would be a great help if you showed me where he hid my vision too.”

“We can show you to the door…” The man began, “But the whereabouts of your vision are unknown, he wouldnt tell us something like that.”

A gift bestowed from the gods, a piece to help me thrive with my ambitions and pursue my goals.

Gone.

You really wished you’d taken to clawing out Scaramouche’s face instead, but you’d take what you got. Right now your main priority was getting out of this place, even if it meant leaving a piece of you behind.

“Door.” Your voice was raspy and there was a terrible feeling that crawled up to your throat, but you didnt have time to be emotional. “Show me where the door is… please.”

The conflict in their eyes dissipates by the time they lead you along, mumbling words between themselves. You didnt bother to try eavesdropping, you were so, so tired. You wanted to go home.

Anywhere. Anywhere but here.

It took a few minutes until you were standing in front of a grand door, almost twice the size of you and just as wide. You then began to notice the decorational plants and furniture that filled the empty space, there wasn't an inch of dust. Even though you could tell none of it was used.

“Hurry,” the man warned when you paused. “I dont know when our master is coming back, but if its soon, we’ll all be screwed.”

You couldnt feel your head as you numbly nodded, hand clenching the knob and flinging the set of doors open. “Thank you,” you merely mumbled, taking your first step out of the house in what felt like forever.

The days after that were a blur, the area around Scaramouche’s house were nothing but void. Empty and filled with forests and vast plains. You knew he didnt like people or socializing in general, but to this extent?

Your only option was to run.

Let your feet take you somewhere, anywhere. It was a constant pattern of running and taking breaks, leaning on a tree and gasping in a few breaths before you were again scurrying through the forest. 

And yet you felt better than you’d felt in past months that you’d been stuck with Scaramouche.

Food became any boar you came across, the claws you’d spent so long hiding with Scaramouche coming to unleash a wrath beyond your comprehension. Till the animal was cut to shreds and no meat was left even to eat. You’d slaughtered it, without intention to eat or benefit for it, you’d killed it just to kill.

“I’m sorry,” you’d sobbed into the ground where you’d buried the harmless animal. Forehead pressed into the dirt as you pleaded for forgiveness to whatever archons would accept it. You couldn't even remember what archons you were supposed to pray to. “Forgive me- forgive me…”

But eventually you found your way around to somewhere you knew. Territory of Inazuma where you could find your way back, back home.

Where was home?

You’d been on the run from the vision hunt decree, abandoning your post for the Kitsune Saiguu for such a thing. Even now that you could return without a vision and as no threat under the decree…

You’d sacrificed everything for your vision.

Where were you to go now…?

Rain patted down, the trees providing only a slight cover as stray drops fell into your matted dirty hair. You didnt mind, it hid the tears that slid down your lifeless face, feet taking you into the far meadows of your hometown. Till you plopped down underneath a tree, knees curled to your chest and arms hugging them close. You were crying.

You were home.

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“Awh,” a ginger haired murmured, elbow resting on the cool wood of the tabletop. “Is little Mouchie sad? I heard your kitty cat escaped~”

A death wish, even fatui that idly minded themselves around the bar knew it. Sipping cold drinks and swirling their cups, the soft chatter was nothing but a distraction from the main course of events. That being the smaller Harbinger who sat sulking in his seat, hunched over with a drink in hand. He’d drank far more than what was on the counter, but everytime he finished a glass, he’d smash it on the ground, watching the fragile glass shatter into pieces.

“I dont have a cat,'' was his only response, tone daring Childe to pursue further. To give him a reason to start throwing the glass in his face instead.

And Childe was an idiot when it came to challenging someone.

“No cat?” The rest of the drink in the taller harbinger’s glass was gone when he threw his head back. “Hmmm, I cant think of what else could’ve had you so enraptured in returning home then~!”

Scaramouche didnt respond, uneven bangs shadowing the bags under his eyes. “Stronger,” he said instead, elbow on the counter and hand outstretched for something. When there was no movement from the man managing the wine, the harbinger looked up. “I need something stronger to drink,” he repeated, voice seething.

“Of c-course!”

The glass was nestled in Scaramouche’s palm in no time, fingers curling around the circular form to down it in seconds. The drink merely slid down his throat in one movement, alcohol burning his senses. It didn’t matter, he was numbed by the growing rage inside of him.

Finally, he turned to the ginger haired boy, eyes hazily dancing along the counter till it reached his fingertips. Up his hand and along his arm, till Scaramouche was staring right into Childe’s eyes. “They escaped,” he admitted softly. “But it’s alright, because I sent something that’ll bring them back.”

Childe paused, raising his drink up away from his lips to pose a question. Hesitation danced along his features before he brought the glass back, he’d rather not provoke the shorter male any further. Wasn’t like he could interfere anyway.

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“That… that…” 

It was preposterous, having returned to that same spot for a day or two and heading back to the hometown you’d once lived in. The one Scaramouche had lived in. There shouldn’t have been an issue, you were solely gathering supplies for the sake of it, ambition driving you to travel far far away.

Out of Inazuma.

It was your new beginning, convincing yourself that you didn't need a vision. Finding some sort of purpose before Scaramouche shattered the vision and your life along with it. You’d seen how people had reacted when it had been ingrained in the statue, neutralized and broken. They lost hope, purpose and aspirations for anything new.

It’s not like the Raiden Shogun took my vision.

But you’d taken that fact for granted, expecting some sort of new start without Scaramouche. A victory, getting away from him just for a split second and getting out of Inazuma altogether, you’d never see him again.

Until you got his message.

“How the hell…” You crushed the note until it was just crumbled paper in your hand, slowly leaning on the stone wall. “Piece of shit… what kind of person even…” 

Not only did he manage to find you, but without making his presence known, he’d tugged at your one weakness with an ease that had you down on your knees.

You threw the paper to the ground, deliberate as you stared past the alleyway. Pensive as you considered your options. Damn, what options did you even have? You’d been an idiot to underestimate Scaramouche, he wasn’t a child, you knew that… but archons he seemed like one when he was with you. Shown you a vulnerability he wanted only you to see. But maybe that had been part of his plan all along, until all you believed was his soft demeanor.

He may act like a child, but he’s a harbinger.

You stared down at the crumbled piece of paper in disgust.

Not only that, but he has no regard for human life.

Either way, you’d lived decades more than him. You could face him, you would present yourself to him just as he expected you to. Even when everything in you rejected the idea, sobbed at the thought of returning to that house, those chains. Being locked up and confined only for the purpose of coddling a small boy, a selfish boy, a cruel boy. 

Deep breath in, deep breath out.

You’d figure out a way, and this time you wouldn’t rule out the option of his death.

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Oh darling Y/n, how have you been?

I hope this letter reaches you rather soon, we both have much to discuss, no? About me, about you, and much more. You see, I’ve taken up quite a distaste to your little friends. Stone statues in Inazuma as small as Kitsunes truly hold no purpose, what will they do, come back to life? Haha, I should think not. I’ve already arranged to have them demolished, who knows what kind of material they might possess. Ah, and of course I’d show you the finishing product, unless you’re willing to come and have a chat with me once more? Under the Sakura tree like we used to, you’ve waited years, I believe you can wait for me?

I hope this letter reaches you in best interests. I’m always looking out for you after all.

Sincerely, your Balladeer

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It was raining.

Beautiful weather as you lay sitting there, feet crossed and tucked in the same you’d often do. After all, there was no need to fear the vision hunt decree or the Raiden Shogun. Let them come, let them take care of you before Scaramouche did.

You werent cold, not when the cold drops dampened your clothing, slipping down the length of your spine and drenching your face. Despite having lived in a luxury residency for such a long time, this was where you were most comfortable, enduring whatever the weather had for you, taking it with a smile. Because you were waiting…

The Kitsune Saiguu was a distant memory.

You were waiting for Scaramouche, the young boy that often bound into the field in lengthy strides, childlike wonder in his eyes. The one who’d cried when the other kids pushed him away, the one that just wanted to be praised. You’d held him in your arms, and now, even knowing the results, you wouldnt have done differently.

He was just a boy.

Just a boy when he joined the fatui, looking for praise that he was given. He created chaos and bellowed orders with a cruelty that was highly looked upon. Told that he was doing well, so he continued to do so.

He’s just a boy.

You wished you’d held him in your arms, if not only for a tad longer. Shield him away from the wrongness of the world, if only for one last time.

Banishing away your hatred for him was hard.

But you found it under the tree, rain soon dimming down to a clouded cold breeze that swept through the meadow. You’d hated him while stuck in the mansion, but you could now see it from a larger point of view. What he did was wrong of course, but you could remember him so vividly now. His small form giggling, tiny arms around your neck. 

“Play with me!”

Was it your fault?

For not holding him tighter? For trying to rectify his bad doings and teach him what was wrong and right? Maybe if your grip was firmer, if you’d spoken to him about the warmth he’d given you that day when playing cards...

“Lazy ass.”

Burying down that pile of worry and insecurities, you took a deep breath in to relax. The edge of your lip perked up, only slightly. “Still terrible with your social skills arent you?”

Slowly securing a dry space under the three with you, Scaramouche sat down. His features were the same ones you’d grown accustomed to at his mansion. Rich clothes, sharp eyes, and the baby face that refused to go away. His movements were soft as he pulled out a deck of cards. The two of you didnt speak as he distributed them between you both. It was tense… no, it felt too much like the warmth form long ago to be tense. You only wished the situation to be different.

“I love you.”

But you could only offer a bitter smile to his words. “I love my vision,” you replied. “I love the Kitsune Saiguu, and I love my friends.”

His touch was gentle when his fingers came to gently cradle your cheek. Holding your face dearly as he peered into your eyes, his were soft. Different from the cruelty he held within, the hatred that burned and destruction that seeked to explode.

You saw a little boy.

Your hand came to press his hand further against your cheek, till you slid his palm to your lips. He appeared so calm when you pressed the first kiss, lips tracing the lines along his palm with all the care in the world.

But you needed to change your view, see him as the man he now was. As the man he had become.

“I love you,” he repeated, and you let go of his hand. It fell limp by his side, cards all but forgotten. There was a much more pressing matter at hand, because you truly needed to see him as he was.

It was necessary if you planned to kill him.

[novasdarling]

Nylon Obsessed

Kinktober 2021

Summary: Phinks never thought he would get a chance at love. Yet, here he was admiring you in your work uniform. Loving how your skirt hugged your body. But it was your nylon pantyhose that made him crazy. All he wanted was to rip those open and fuck you.

TW: Smut, Mentions of Murder, Hints of Noncon, Stalking, Female Reader

The profession of being a thief and a murderer wasn’t one that typically allowed for relationships to occur. Phinks assumed he would simply be single for the rest of his life. At most he’d only be able to indulge in the occasional hookup. It was lonely at times, but his work and devotion to the troupe was his priority. It was his drive in life. That was until he met you.

It was by chance. He was helping the troupe stake out a possible building for a heist. Office buildings near a museum they were planning to hit. Where could they use as a beginning point and a place to wait until it was time? That was when he saw you. You were a secretary at one of the offices in the building. A sweet little thing like you. Helping people, giving directions, giving your bosses their orders and paperwork. Phinks honestly thought he was just admiring how cute and precious you were, a nice distraction from what was to happen in a few days. Something he would leave and forget about in a week or two. But as things went on, Phinks began to realize he was having too much fun watching you interact with the world. Watching you help people, seeing the places you stopped on the way home to your apartment. Noticing the places you frequented, noticing you had a café you seemed to really like. Getting a latté and a chocolate pastry on some nights. Walking home just to open the door and shed off most of your clothes. Laying on the couch and enjoying the night. He had your routine memorized. Ingrained in his mind.

Phinks thought it was lust at first, so wouldn’t hooking up fix that? He tried with randoms he found at the bar. When that didn’t work he thought maybe it was just you that was bothering him. Phinks hoped you would take his flirting well, and you did. Pretending to bump into you, sticking up a conversation. What a sweet naive thing, accepting a date with a man you barely knew. Your foolishness made him want you even more.

That was how it all started, one date turned into two, then three, then you two were going steady. Phinks got the heist over with and helped comfort you when you freaked out about it happening so near your work. Giving a reason to stay a bit longer, not that it mattered to the troupe once a mission was done they were free to disperse. Plus, it would be too suspicious if he left all of a sudden. And you needed him in this emotional time. You were so sensitive and he oddly loved it. He hated to admit it, but you had become a weak point for him.

Months went by, he went between “work trips” and staying with you. Even suggesting that he move in which you seemed enthusiastic about. When he was home it was the same routine. Phinks would stay home pretending to work. You’d come home and ask him about his day and he would ask you about yours. It was a sweet little routine. But his favourite part of his day was seeing your work clothes. More particular, your nylon tights. How they hugged your curves, showing off everything. Smoothing it all together. It riled him up heavily. Watching you pull up your pencil skirt, tuck in and button up your shirt. It was like watching an angel getting ready. You looked amazing in anything, even more nude. But something about you in those pantyhose. The ones with the lines going down the back of your leg. It made him want to run his hands over them, roaming your legs and ass. Then there was you in your heela. To say Phinks was obsessed was to downplay how he fantasize about having you in them. Stripping you down to just the pantyhouse, pending you over and just ripping them open in order to fuck you.

It wasn’t like the two of you hadn’t had sex yet, no rather you two were rather very active. You just didn’t want to let him ruin your pantyhose. Stating they were too expensive to ruin for fun. That didn’t stop him from asking almost every day. Phinks just needs you, needs to fuck you in them. Fuck you full of him. Watching the mess pour all over your pantyhose. Just the image of it helped him get himself off when he was away with the troupe. It was infuriating that you were so stuck up about them, he offered to buy you new ones. Still, it was always no. Phinks had managed to keep it together for months, that was until you had come home earlier. Interrupting him from jacking off. Not letting him finish, sticking him with a painfully hard dick. Seeing you in your work outfit seemed to set something off in him. All impulse control he had all those other times were gone, destroyed. A part of his mind blamed you, you intrupted him and had the nerve to waltz in looking like that. He strolled towards you, his pants had been barely pulled up.

His lips were roughly pushed against yours. Greedy and needy, his tongue demanding to be let into your mouth. You happily obliged, intrigued that he was being so needy. It wasn’t until he had stripped you of your top and bent you over the desk he used for “work”. Lifting your skirt over your ass that figured what he really wanted and what was going to happen. The startle he saw in your face when you heard the rip of your nylons. He knew anger would soon take over you, that was unless he could quickly make you feel good. Moving your underwear to the side, he sunk a finger into you. Admiring how your back arched. Curling his finger in your pussy. Kissing the back of your neck, muttering how badly he wanted this. How tempting you always looked when you were in your work uniform, in those damn tights.

It wasn’t long until he had you falling about, cursing his name while making a mess on his fingers. Coming down from your high, you muttered out a threat for ruining your tights. Phinks promised to get you new ones. You didn't have time to ponder on his promise long before he shoved his dick in you. It was still a bit hard to take him, especially all at once. While you struggled to adjust, Phinks was just staring down at his dick entering you. Your ripped tights covered your skin while he fucked into you. He would buy you a new pair sure, might get a few more just to have you like this again soon. He didn’t care about your complaining about your fucking tights. It was worth it, worth every argument he knew would occur once he let you go. He just needed this so badly. Needed you like this, tights ripped and bent over like a sweet little offering for him.

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Hey darling ❤️ love your writing 3000 :) can u do one with Bucky x reader (they’re together) where he overhears the reader on the phone with her parents that are emotionally & verbally abusive towards her (they always have been) and the reader has to explain it all to him afterwards even tho she’s having a panic attack (bc she’s afraid bucky will leave her since she has no one else to go to ??) and bucky comforts her and reassures her that he’s gonna be there for her and like comfort fluff? I live in an emotionally abusive and manipulative household rn and I tell you your fics are like an escape for me. Even if u don’t do this thank you from the bottom of my heart :)

Hey there, I love you 3000 ❤ I am so so sorry to hear about your situation, and while I'm glad to hear that my writing is an escape for you, I want you to know that I'm here for you. No one should have to go through what you described. I hope that this can bring you some comfort but please, I encourage you to reach out to someone who can help you. My DM's are open as well, you shouldn't face this alone. I'm here for you!!!

You owe them nothing

Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 3200 (ish)

Warnings: emotional abuse/gaslighting, manipulation, parent issues, tears, angst, breakdown, fluff.

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You really tried to keep it hidden. It wasn’t something that everyone needed to know about.

Your parents loved you, at least that’s what they had said. But it was one of those things where you felt like it was for show - the kindness that they showed when you were around others faded away once you were alone with them.

You remember once they had said “of course I love you, I’m your parent!”

But that made you wonder how they would treat you if you weren’t theirs.

They were horrible to you for as long as you could remember. Gaslighting you and making you feel like you owed them something even though they were the ones who should have taken care of you.

They were around but never…there. They would be there for family dinners but they were always riddled with criticisms of grades and who you were talking to and how you dressed. All of your hobbies were seen as a waste of time, something you should only do when you had nothing else to do. School came first, naturally, but there was always something they told you you had to do before you could do anything for yourself.

Yet when you would complain about being depressed, they told you to get a hobby because you never do anything.

Tired meant lazy, energetic and passionate meant loud and annoying. When you were quiet they thought you had nothing to say, yet when you expressed your opinions you were told to shut up.

You couldn’t win.

You could never make them happy, there was always something you were doing wrong.

They thought it was their right to monitor who you talked to and saw, what you did outside of school, what sports you could join. When you would say no to the school dances or parties you would make up an excuse about not wanting to go or having work to do. Your friends would call you a buzz kill. Little did they know you would give anything to go.

Whenever you would do something wrong (or anything, period,), your parents would yell at you. They would curse you out, make you cry, only to yell at you for crying like a little bitch.

The older you got, the worse it was.

You thought when you moved out it would be better. But you had all these years of being told you were worthless and having them be your providers. When you got your own place you didn’t really have any friends, nor did you really know how to make friends. You had a job to help you get by, you could support yourself. That wasn’t the issue. You could support yourself, you always had to.

It was that you were so lonely.

You wanted friends but you were so afraid of the criticism you would get. You were afraid to make yourself known, because you were always taught that being told what to do and taught what to think was much more appealing than having your opinion.

But this was an opinionated world.

You were good at what you did, so good that you had gotten a job at S.H.I.E.L.D. You thought that would make you happy, more importantly that it would make your parents happy, but no such luck.

“I got a really great job, guys.”

“Fantastic. I guess you’re just doing so great without us,” they had snapped.

“What? I mean… this is what you wanted right? For me to get a good job?” you had said, confused.

You heard a loud sigh on the other end of the line. “Of course we do, what are you crazy about? Of course we wanted you to get a good job but you just deserted us like we were trash. Have we done nothing for you?”

You felt your heart sink in your stomach. ‘Of course you guys have, I love -”

“Don’t say what you don’t mean. If you really cared about us you’d be helping us out. You got a great job and probably have a huge paycheck that you hoard and you left us here to struggle to make ends meet.”

You took the phone away from your face temporarily to take a shaky breath. Of course they would go there with the salary, why wouldn’t they? All of your paychecks had gone to them, since it was their house and they were feeding you, leaving you with barely enough money for your car and gas and phone bills, only for them to suggest longer hours when you complained.

“I can help you guys out if you need,” you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

You heard an exasperated sigh on the other line again. “You really should be more grateful, you know? We raised you your entire life and then you leave us alone? You never even call us? You’re so fucking selfish.”

Then the line went dead.

You shook your head and felt tears in your eyes as you spoke to yourself. “Well maybe I would call you if it didn’t always yell at me.”

Of course, you would never say that.

See, it wasn’t so bad. You never said anything because they were only ever mean to you, which would make you uncomfortable. There were people out there that would get hit or who would have to raise themselves from a young age. Once you grew thick skin it wasn’t so bad, you were just being dramatic.

Right?

Your new job was fairly successful, you were fantastic at what you did. You did a lot of behind the scenes work, weapon repair and plans of action with missions. Not that they needed much help with that. Still, they took you in as their friends.

Well, as close as you would let them get to as friends.

It took a while before you warmed up to them. Everyone tended to keep to themselves, but not as much as you. You kept the parts of you hidden away - you were there for a job, you did it, and you did it well. You knew how to do your job but interacting with the team, making friends - you didn’t want to get emotionally attached.

Not like you knew how to make friends to begin with.

Naturally you were drawn to the quieter side of the team, once you were able to open up. They were all nice but sometimes the parties and the jokes were a bit much. You just didn’t want to say or do the wrong thing that would make you the punchline.

No one needed to know about you, or how you would spend your free time being yelled at through a phone with you trying to make it better. That wasn’t part of the job, so you shouldn’t bring it up.

It wasn’t like anyone would want to help. You were just a nuisance to everyone around you.

Right?

No one talked about their life before the team much. Not many people on the team had a great life before the Avengers first came together. Natasha or Wanda had once spoken about how this team was a family. And as much as you wanted to believe it, you helped the team. You weren’t a part of the team. So even if that were true, it didn’t include you.

At least, that was your point of view.

The team viewed you as a part of the team as much as any of them. You didn’t fight with them but you made sure everything would go as smoothly. You were kind and great at what you did, but they wished you would open up more. Of course, being a team of people who had trouble opening up, they understood.

Bucky was one of the ones who took a liking to you, mostly because he saw a lot of himself in you. He could tell there was something that you were trying to get past but weren’t quite able to yet. That there was something bothering but you wouldn’t dare say it for fear of bothering someone. You threw yourself into projects and distractions and from the way you carried yourself, he guessed you were avoiding something that you weren’t ready to work through. At least, not yet.

He knew that feeling too well.

The ex-assassin was one of the easiest for you to open up to because he didn’t expect much from interactions. Both of you were quiet and kept to yourselves that there wasn’t much pressure to share anything or say anything. You knew his past but would never bring it up unless he wanted to. Which eventually, he did. You could tell he felt pressure to be who he was before HYDRA took him, and while Steve was surprised he opened up to you first, you weren’t. Steve knew Bucky before everything, and you didn’t have that bias. He was whoever he was today regardless of who he was yesterday.

And Bucky found comfort in that.

You think you would’ve too, if you thought you deserved it enough to do the same.

See, you were worried that you were making everything worse than it really was. You worried that maybe you were being too sensitive or that what you had grown up with was normal. With everything that everyone on the team went through, a few insults from your parents was hardly anything. You were being dramatic.

There was nothing to be sad or angry about. You just had to get over yourself.

Right?

You were getting by until one night when your parents called, as they did on occasion. You were in the middle of working, so you ignored it. The phone went to voicemail before it started ringing again, and you ignored it, again. The third time you sighed and picked up your phone, turning away from your work.

You took a deep breath before you answered. “Hello?”

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

You closed your eyes and brought a hand to rub your head. “Well I’m doing fine, thank you, how are you?”

“Don’t give me that attitude. What the fuck are you doing? You’ve been ignoring our calls.”

You stood up to pace the floor slightly, dreading the conversation that was coming. Is it the ‘family is most important’ or the ‘where’s my money?’ speech today? “I’ve been working.”

“What, so work is more important than family now? Is that what this is? You don’t care about us?”

Family speech it is.

“Dad -”

“What if one of us was dying? Huh? Would that be important?”

“Stop it. No one is dying, and I was working. And I have more work to do, so I really have to go.”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do, I’m your father.”

Gaining confidence you gritted your teeth and snapped, “You know what? I’m an adult now so you can’t tell me what to do.”

There was silence on the other end of the line and you could practically hear the steam coming out of your father’s ears.

At some point Bucky had come down to your working space to check on you, seeing as it was nearly morning. He stopped in the doorway, and seeing you were busy on the phone he thought he would stop by later to give you some privacy. But he stopped when he heard you snap.

You never snap.

“Who do you think you’re talking to you ungrateful little bitch?”

“I’m talking to the people who treated me like shit my entire life and ask me for money when you wouldn’t give me the time of day for 18 fucking years.”

Even you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your mouth. But god did it feel good to say them.

“Are you fucking serious right now? We did nothing for you? What do you think we’ve been doing your whole life? We’ve done everything we did to help you be the best person you could be. You have that job now because of us and you have no right to speak to me that way.”

You chuckled darkly as you looked up at the ceiling, unaware of Bucky’s presence behind you. “My entire life all I’ve ever wanted to do was make you guys proud of me. But you know what? I’m fucking done. You hated me, gaslighted me, and made me hate myself almost as much if not more than you seemed to hate me.”

“I did no such thing you ungrateful -”

“You were supposed to love me and care for me, and all you did was take advantage of me. I’m not your child, I’m a paycheck. I don’t owe you anything because you gave me nothing. So you know what? FUCK. YOU.”

You hung up the phone and tossed it across the room, adrenaline taking over your body as you tried to stop shaking. Because a small part of you felt bad.

But fuck did that feel amazing.

You heard a throat clear behind you and you turned around to see Bucky, eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“You okay?”

You nodded nervously, rubbing the sides of your arms. “Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, unconvincingly. “How much, uh...how much did you -

“Enough,” he said, pushing himself off of the door frame as he crossed over to you. “Who was that?”

“Bucky, don’t, it’s really fine. I just got a little worked up.”

“Y/n,” he started, looking at you with concern. “Who were you talking to?”

“No one.”

“You don’t get upset like that at no one,” he took your hands in his. “Y/n, you're shaking.”

It was then that you realized your hands were still shaking, trying to keep the anxiety of what happened at bay.

It’s going to be so much worse now.

I can never talk to them again.

Is that a good thing? Didn’t I want that?

Bucky could sense you getting lost in your head. “Sweetheart, tell me what happened, please. I want to help you.”

You pulled your hands away from his and crossed your arms. “You can’t help me because there’s nothing wrong, okay? I handled it, it’s over. Done. nothing to worry about.”

“Y/n -”

“No really, there’s nothing you can do, okay?”

“Will you at least let me try?”

You looked at him, adrenaline starting to drain from your system. This was Bucky, your Bucky, who had never done anything but love and support you. He had never done anything to hurt you.

But what if he left you too?

You took in a sharp breath and curled in on yourself, a scared look on your face. Bucky crossed back over to you, seeing a scared look on your face.

“Hey, hey, y/n? Can you look at me?”

You brought your eyes up to meet his, feeling your chest constricting as you tried to keep your breathing even. It wasn’t working.

“I - I’m sorry, you shouldn’t… I’m fine really I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”

“Hey, it’s alright, it’s okay, you have nothing to apologize for,” he pulled you in for a hug and kissed the top of your head. “Let’s go sit down, okay?’

He led you over to your bed and you leaned forward, hands on your knees and head in your hands. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s happening, this - I’m sorry, it’s so stupid, I’m so stupid.”

Bucky rubbed a hand up and down your back, hushing you. “It’s not stupid. If it’s bothering you, it’s not stupid.” Bucky took a small breath. “Do you remember all of those times after nightmares and all those panic attacks you would walk me through? How I thought I was being stupid?”

“You weren’t being stupid”

“And neither are you.”

You took some more shaky breaths as tears kept falling down your face. “You’re okay. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

Bucky let you calm down, knowing you would talk about it if you wanted to. He wanted you to talk about it so he could help you (and hurt whoever upset you) but he wouldn’t force you into telling him anything you didn’t want to.

The two of you sat in the silence, Bucky looking at you with soft eyes as you kept your face hidden.

“I haven’t told you a goddamn thing about me. You ever wonder why?”

You looked over at Bucky, eyebrows creased with slight confusion.

“They said blood was supposed to be thicker than water. That family comes first, right? I spent my whole life listening to them and following them and being the perfect kid. I made myself into everything they wanted me to be. And it still wasn’t enough for them.”

Bucky tilted his head slightly. He hadn’t known his parents much before they died but he had always wanted to have more time. But he wasn’t oblivious to the fact that not everyone had good parents.

“You know, I remember thinking that once I made it they would be happy. That if I worked hard enough or went onto do great things that they would be proud of me. That’s all I ever wanted, you know?” you said, voice wavering as you let out a bitter laugh. “But it’s not, you know? Never is, never was, never will be. All they do is take and take and no matter how good I am they’re always gonna hate me because I can’t be perfect.”

“No one’s perfect, y/n.”

“Well that’s what they want me to be. I know I can’t be perfect so I know they’ll never be happy. That they’ll call me ungrateful and selfish for succeeding and for leaving them when they never wanted me to be there to begin with.” You felt tears spill over as you wiped them away. “And I’m ust so fucking done with being a disappointment to them and to everyone else.”

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“I don’t know,” you said softly, not really wanting to be more vulnerable.

Bucky, sensing this was a time he could push you, challenged you. “I think you do.”

You shook your head. “I didn’t want anyone to see me the way they did. I thought what they said wasn’t true but...I just thought that maybe I was overreacting. Other people have it worse you know - some people have no parents or some have it so much worse. Mine just yell at me you know? Tell me everything’s my fault and that they wish they’d never had me. That I’m ungrateful for not being with them and that I owe them. I just...I heard that for the first 18 years of my life. I didn’t need any more of it.”

“y/n, that’s…” he swallowed, trying to contain his anger. “That’s not normal. No one should have to go through that. You can’t possibly think you're a bad person.”

Your shrug was enough to tell him that you did.

“Y/n, I don’t know who your parents think they are but you don’t owe them a damn thing. You may be related to them but you have no obligation to love your parents if they treat you like that. You have every right to be angry or to hate them. It doesn’t make you a bad person to be angry with someone who hurt you.”

“But they’re my family.”

“Well they didn’t treat you like it. You have us now, you don’t need them anymore. We’re your family. And we’re not gonna leave you.”

“They didn’t leave me Bucky, I left them.”

“You can’t leave someone who was never there for you.”

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