#I don’t know what show it’s from so I couldn’t find it on google earlier but I knew tumblr would have it

[sesamestreep]

my brain cells trying to think of an argument that would get me to finally post those TWO complete fics sitting in my drive that maybe need a few minor edits but are otherwise READY TO POST

[lululandd]

not even fate;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 784

warning: fluff? ish? ghost is a coward :3

note: funny thing; i met a dude that reminds me of ghost at the airport and we got onto the same plane and i got seated behind him while this fic was in the works jddhhssjj

summary: ghost wouldn’t even think of making a move on a civilian, even after fate (and his friends) pushed them together more than once.

He saw her hand hover by his bicep in his peripheral before feeling a light tap after. She was pointing at her phone, showing him a google map direction that has the track they’re waiting on. Why on God’s bloody earth would she approach a 6’3 fellow in all black—complete with a black facemask and a matching black wool cap—to ask for directions, he would never understand.

“Hi, sorry, is this the right track?” She meekly asked, if he had less honed senses he would’ve asked her to speak up, but he could hear her just fine over the hustle and bustle of the train station. He noted her neatly brushed and slightly curled hair, the makeup on her face, and the clothes she was wearing.

Would.

He nodded, “Right platform too.” He pointed at the sign a little way away.

Ghost had always scoffed at true crime for describing someone’s smile as ‘lighting up a room’ but that’s what’s he’s seeing right now. With big beautiful doe eyes to complete the set. If he was still fully Simon Riley he would’ve chatted her up, but sadly, he’s no longer.

The woman thanked him as she waited a little bit behind him. Had he known at that point in time how things would go, that night he would’ve turned the other way and go the fuck home. But he didn’t, so he stayed.

He met up with Soap and Gaz at a pizza bar—that in their opinion served undeniably the best pizza and also offered unlimited drinks—which they visited almost everytime on leave. Price was occupied with family activities and said would join them later on, which they knew largely meant he would be skipping this outing.

Noting the man sitting alone next to them checking his phone every few seconds made him thought he got stood up, until the girl from earlier showed up, looking sheepish as she made her way. Her gaze moved over to Ghost, so she waved at him, with a surprised look mixed with recognition. He nodded at her and of course Johnny immediately gassed him.

“Ooooo, who’s that el tee?” He started, nudging his upperarm with his shoulder, “Lass’ mad cute.”

“Don’t know.”

“Tae fock ya mean ya dinnae ken?” His voice a half whisper as she sat down. “She waved at yah.”

“English, Mactavish.”

“The. Fuck. You. Mean. You. Don’t. Know. She. Waved. At. You.”

“Mistook me for someone else, probably.”

“Ya nodded back.” He prodded.

“Didn’t want to be rude.”

“Ah piss off, ya shitebag.” Johnny barked, harmlessly.

Ghost couldn’t help but overhear their conversation, which drove him mad. He kept talking about himself while she just kept nodding and asking more questions, and not single time had he asked something about her. Even when the poor girl did find time to slip in information about herself—which he thought was interesting—he found a way to swerve the conversation back to himself again.

The night went slowly, with soap ordering more pizzas while upping their drinks from pints to shots, and the girl’s date still going on and on and on about himself. Ghost was glad she excused herself and politely denied a second date. He had to make sure he went the opposite way she was going before paying full attention to his friends again. Price showed up abhorrently late, clothes faintly smelling of baby powder and shit, and in his tipsy stupor Soap mentioned the girl from earlier.

“He nodded, cap! Tae da hen!”

John nodded solemnly at Soap’s ramblings and nursed his single drink, not opting for the unlimited drinks. Price had confided in him on his ongoing argument with his wife about his obsession with work, and Ghost listened intently as he took mental notes.

That would never happen to him. He couldn’t relate as he would never let anyone get close to even have such an argument.

He saw her again as he got to the station, a bag of fish and chips in hand. And as he was about to walk a little bit farther so they wouldn’t be in the same wagon, his phone buzzed three times in a row to reveal texts from Soap.

TALK

TO

HER

He froze for a moment and looked around to see where this menace of a Scot could be.

Y R U LOOKING FER ME

HENS RIGHT THERE

💀🖕

Soap’s laugh was loud enough that it could be heard from where he stood, which subsequently made the girl turn around. He saw her scan the room for a little bit before her gaze landed and she smiled, making toasting motions at him with a battered fish.

Ah, fuck.

[iwashieonhiatus]

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐊... (𝟏𝟖+)|BLLK

ft. Ryusei Shidou

∗  ˖࣪ ໒꒱  ˚₊· synopsis: Your neighbor had a habit of going to the balcony naked and yelling anything that came to mind, and it baffled you to say the least. What you didn't expect, was to be fucked on that very balcony by the neighbor you had been ogling. 

･ﾟﾟ･｡　wc: 2k + warnings-mdni, nsfw content, f!reader(20+), pro player(20+), 20+ characters, petnames (little mouse+good girl+ slut+ little whore/ hoe), vaginal sex, rough sex, public sex, fingering, breeding/creampie. A/N: just Google Frenum Piercing to find out what it is

The first time it happened, you were reading a book, enjoying the morning sun, and suddenly an idiot screams and scares you. You just didn’t expect to find that idiot stretching out on the balcony of his house; Running your eyes down the beautiful tanned body, you startled and fell out of your chair, crawling into your apartment from the startled noise you made.

Who was the idiot who screamed on the balcony early in the morning and was naked?!

You tried to prevent these “encounters” from happening after a week of listening to the clueless neighbor yelling in the morning. You had to forget what happened, but you’d always got yourself wondering if he was naked again.

You got yourself thinking about it between his shapely legs. That wasn’t a normal dick, that could easily kill someone—but you couldn’t help but get wet at the thought of your neighbor’s dick.

The building you lived in was circular, so you could see its balcony, but even so, you didn’t expect to find that strange neighbor in the elevator. Both wet from the rain that fell earlier, his white t-shirt stuck to his body, showing the nipple piercings, and it was incorrect to fantasize about the man.

“Well, well, if it’s not the little mouse that watches others.” You stiffened when you heard that.

He knew you saw him that day and possibly every other day, that you would pretend to take something to the balcony just to see him and go back inside before he looked at your balcony.

“I- I don’t stare, it’s rude to stare.” You said quietly, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “Besides, I’m at my house when you decide to go out naked on the balcony-"

“So you stare at me, little mouse.” He laughed out loud, coming closer, and you kept muted. “Liked what you saw?” You lifted your head, finding his face very close to yours.

“What?” You hissed after a while of staring into his eyes.

“I asked if you liked what you saw.” You blushed, remembering his body, his tanned skin.... “I know you saw it, you don’t have to blush.” He laughed out loud and walked away.

“Pervert.” You said after he leaned against the other corner of the elevator.

“I’m not the one staring at others in their house.” He countered, and you looked at him indignantly.

“You scared me by screaming out of nowhere and suddenly…” You stopped talking, looking away.

“And a big dick, little mouse. You can talk. I’m proud of it.” He teased, and you blushed again, trying not to think about his cock in the middle of his thick thighs and the heat going down to the middle of your legs.

“If you want to try it, just talk to me.” You looked at him and he was serious, staring at you. “An opportunity like this doesn’t happen twice.”

You stared at him, thoughts racing between laughing and saying he was crazy and remembering the nights you imagined receiving that cock hard, the heat spreading all over your body, your vagina flashing. It was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it had been so long since you had fucked, especially with a big cock like that.

You heard the elevator whistle, and he moved to get out.

“Nice pair of boobs, by the way.” He pointed to your body-hugging white dress and walked out. Before the door closed, you left too. It was your floor.

“What’s in it for me?” He stopped and turned to you, a smile on his lips.

“The best sex of your life, I assure you.” He came back closer as you decided whether to go crazier than him or cry harder because you missed this opportunity. And no dildo would be like that cock.

“It’s yes or no,” He said at your height, pink eyes shining. “You don’t have to think too much, little mouse.”

You had to think a lot. It was a situation that required a lot of calm and consideration. But it’s a good thing that horniness spoke louder than your judgment.

“Shit!” You squeezed your eyes shut, your fingers in the blonde and pink strands, pulling his face closer. “Shidou- Ah!”

You could barely hold on to the arm of the couch as Shidou ate you out heartily, his nose buried in your clit, two fingers going in and out along with the piercing tongue at your entrance, making you rub your waist against his face.

You didn’t recall much after you said yes and he said his name, all you remembered was his mouth on yours, kissing you hard and fast, pushing into the wall, his knee in the middle of your leg and now you were cumming in his mouth.

“Shidou... I’m going to- Ngh! Damn it!” Your toes curled, and you squeezed his face between your thighs. He struggled to get out of your grip, his face glistening with your fluid, his mouth red and swollen.

“Not before I fuck this tight pussy.” You shivered at his hoarse voice and slid off the couch as you saw him undo his pants. “What a good girl.” He said, looking at you on the floor, huge cock in hands and oh...

Shidou had the biggest cock you’d ever seen, big and thick, veins pulsing on the side and a line of piercings on the underside and the plump pink head dripping with pre-cum.

“Or is it a hoe?” He sighed as soon as you held the base, circling the tongue on the head, going down to fit in your mouth, the piercings shivering you, getting your cunt wetter.

You repeated the motion, drooling on his cock until he grabbed your hair and pushed against your face, making you swallow his cock, hitting the back of your throat, your hands squeezing his thighs. “Now be a good whore and suck me off.”

You felt your jaw ache every time you brought your face closer to his pelvis, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of your throat and back, it was painful and drool ran down your chin, but the way Shidou moaned, calling you a slut and pushing his waist to your face, had you dripping and moving down a hand to relieve your swollen clit.

“Tight little mouth... Shit! This, deeper...” Shidou pushed you against the couch, pinning your head with his hands and sped up the movements, his cock going in and out fast, his balls hitting your chin, making you dizzy from the lack of breath and so wet that you choked against him. “Shit, I’m going to cum in that mouth- Oh!” You choked on his cum, slapping his thighs and he let go of you, a line of saliva and cum between his cock and your swollen mouth.

You propped yourself up on the floor, coughing and breathing. You were on fire with so much horniness.

“Fuck, little mouse, you’re the best.” He threw off his pants and pulled you by the arm, holding your chin, watching your face wet with tears, saliva and cum. “That’s how I like my bitches.” He kissed you hard, his tongue playing with yours as he took off your dress and threw it anywhere.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him as you felt his hands on your ass, lifting you up. You could barely return the kiss, still lost by the rude way he treated you. You felt something metallic and cold on your back and opened your eyes, noticing that they were on the balcony.

He let go of you and turned you around, pressing your breasts against the metal bar, rubbing his hard cock against your ass while resting his head on your shoulder. “Is there anyone at home to watch you get fucked?”

You felt his fingers sliding down your belly and stopping in your pussy, dipping his fingers in your liquid and back to your clit, making you moan with the caress and the bite in your ear.

You didn’t remember if you had anyone home when you came back, but you didn’t want anyone in the building to see you in that situation. But the idea of being seen as you did with him was exciting.

“That’s going to be your favorite sight, little mouse.” Shidou bit down on your shoulder and you felt the head of his cock sliding down the middle of your folds and the pressure of him coming in. He was too big. He seemed to tear you in half. “So tight...”

“Too much, Shidou...” You whimpered, tightening on what was of his cock inside you and he lifted one leg of yours, making it easy to penetrate until he was deep inside you.

“You’ll take it like a big girl, little mouse.” He thrusted, and you moaned weakly, feeling the full shape of his cock against your walls. “And don’t hold back your voice. I like it loud.”

You squeezed your hands on the bar, your eyes closed and your mouth open, letting out grumbles every time he thrusted in, hitting your cervix, making you squeeze his cock. The piercings added a sensation you had never felt before. It was so good, the metallic rubbing against your gummy wall, making you shiver.

“How about you put in some work too, huh?” You felt his hand on your throat and the other squeezing your raised leg and rolled against him, moaning loudly with the synchronized movements. “That’s my little hoe.” He tightened your throat, and you closed your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder.

You moaned loudly, feeling his cock on your belly, his hands squeezing you and his hot body pressing you against the bar, your ass slamming against his pelvis and his balls slamming into your vagina. You could feel the liquid running down your leg, wetting his cock as it entered hard and fast.

“So good... so good, Shidou... Ngh!” You babbled, rolling against him, pleasure taking over your body. “Shidou! Oh! Oh! Shit!”

“Hahaha, my dick fucking this tight pussy is driving you crazy, whore?” He licked your neck, going deep, making you jolt against the bar. “I’m going to fuck this pussy until I’m satisfied- Fuck!” You squeezed his cock every time he said those things.

You never thought that being degraded in bed would make you so horny. This shameless neighbor brought out the worst in you.

“Girl, don’t squeeze my cock like that or I’m cumming inside of you.” He bit his mouth, holding it back from cumming inside your wet pussy at the sight of your ass slapping against his waist, so eager to be fucked.

“You can cum inside-Ngh.. Oh!” You hissed, and he paused for a moment. You turned your head, and he was smiling, his pink eyes shining and you got goosebumps. “Shidou, wait-Ah!”

He let go of your leg and pushed your face against the bar, ass up for him to slap, making you moan. “Oh, it looks like there’s someone at home, little mouse. Let’s put on a show then.” He tugged at your hair, lifting your face to see the balcony of your house, the light on in the kitchen.

“Shidou! Shidou! Please! Oh! Ah!” You screamed with the force he penetrated you, your fingers white with the strength you held on to the metal, your ass burning from the slaps and the force that his waist hit the soft flesh. He slid a hand between your legs, massaging your clit quickly, making you shudder and let out your voice even more.

He didn’t stop his hand on your clit and the penetration even as you squirted into him; the liquid running down his thighs and down your trembling legs. Shidou continued until he emptied his balls inside you, his hands squeezing your waist as he pushed his cum with deep thrusts, having you on your tiptoes, your hands resting on the floor and tears wetting your face.

“You’re a really good whore, little mouse.” He slapped your ass and pulled out of you, his hot cum dripping off you, making him laugh as he enjoyed the view that was you on the floor filled with his cum.

-

You straightened your dress, lessening the disheveled state you were in, and stepped out of his apartment.

“When you want it again, just knock it, neighbor.” He shouted, slapping your ass one last time before closing the door and leaving you in the hallway, leaning against the walls, legs too wobbly to walk to your door.

© iwashie 2023, please do not translate, modify or republish my works

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[tonowaritrash]

Hello! can request a juice fic of reader having a moment of thought of having kids someday and tonowari is thinking "we can do that", please? :)

was that a typo nonny? i’m scratching my head at “juice fic” lol, but i’m going to assume you mean fluffy?

fluff? on MY nsfw avatar writing blog? it’s more likely than you think <3

pairing: tonowari x reader

tags: tooth rotting fluff, sweet tonowari

a/n: bullshitting pandoran flora because i don’t have it in me to google anything lol

you and tonowari walked along the beach hand in hand, the sound of the lapping sea water offering a certain kind of calm. today was the first day off you’d both had in what felt like eons as the tribe always seemed to need the olo’eyktan’s help. today, thank eywa, one of the men offered to lead the hunting party and one of the elders had offered their services to help manage the village for the day, a huge weight off your shoulders to be sure.

you were sharing a fruit that some of the kids had picked from the forest behind the tribe earlier that day. it was a deep blue, almost as blue as you’d imagined the na’vi of the forest would be, and the juice sweet but tangy. roughly the size of your fist, it was filling.

“i should tell Ja’kal he did good today with the foraging,” you said, licking some juice that trailed down your fingers. “these are devine.”

tonowari wiped the corner of your mouth, swiping some juice that had stubbornly refused to go past your lips and he licked it.

his eyes squinted thoughtfully. “not bad. not bad at all. pretty soon he’ll be able to help you find the plants you need to heal the tribe.”

“he’s very dedicated. but he’s so soft, i saw him cry because he accidentally stepped on a insect.”

“a man loving and respecting life as he does is a strength. he had a good mentor.”

you could feel your ears getting warm at the praise and glanced away before he could see the purple blush that was creeping onto your face. “it was nice…taking him under my wing. i hope that one day maybe…” you trailed off with a sigh, looking at the sea.

tonowari didn’t know if you realised your hand had crept to your stomach, but he smiled. kids weren’t something you talked about often, your mating was so new after all.

but from the way you guided and mentored Ja’kal about the ways of the world, about the beauty of pandora and her bounty and about eywa he couldn’t help but think about you being the same with your own children. the ones you would ultimately have with him.

he lifted your chin to face him and kissed you softly. your heart stuttered and eywa only knew how you didn’t drop the fruit you were holding at the abruptness of it all. tonowari didn’t really show affection out in the open like this, saving moments of intimacy at home and away from prying eyes. he was probably thinking about something else that drove him to do it.

his hands wondered down to your stomach, just where yours had been hardly moments ago. you wrapped your arms around him, smiling softly into his lips. he knew you way too well.

he broke the kiss, leaning his forehead on yours. “one day.”

[thefallennightmare]

Moment of Weakness-twenty three

*credit to whoever created the gif. found on google/Pinterest *

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, affair, cheating, violence.

Summary: Reader is the assistant to New York's most feared mob boss, James Buchanan Barnes. He had the picture-perfect life: status in the mob, friends, and beautiful wife. So why can't he keep his mind and eyes off of reader?

Author's Note: unsure if another update is coming today or not. so enjoy this one for now!

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EIGHT MONTHS LATER. 

I let out a deep breath while pulling my jacket closer to my chest as I continued the walk down the busy streets of New York City. It was after six in the evening and everyone was rushing to get home to enjoy the rest of their evening while I was trying to make it to the office in time, before he left. 

This wasn’t an easy decision I made, knowing the consequences that could follow. But I didn’t have any other choice. He was the only one that could help me with this.  

The thought of if he would even want to help me did cross my mind a few times, especially with how things ended, but there was a small part of me that hoped his feelings for me were still strong. Strictly to help me with my problem, nothing else. 

It had been so long since I talked to any of the three men I used to work with, deciding to stay off of social media because I couldn’t bother to see what happened with Bucky and Natasha. By now, he had to have realized that I was right; Natasha was faking the entire pregnancy. 

Yet, I hadn’t heard from him so maybe he still decided to stay with her. 

You told him to stay away. 

Shaking away the thought, I turned the corner and the all too familiar building came into view as with one last deep breath, I pushed through the door and my eyes landed on the person sitting at what used to be my desk. My heart hammered in my chest as his scent filled my senses. 

“Well, it seems like the job isn’t available anymore, huh?” 

He turned around in a haste in the chair, eyes grazing over every inch of me to make sure I had been standing in front of him. 

The last time we talked was a few months ago and we actually hadn’t seen each other since before I quit. He looked the same, hair and beard a bit longer. 

“Hi Steve,” I smiled. 

“Y/N?” 

Steve was quick on his feet to wrap his arms around me and lifted my body off of the ground a few inches. I closed my eyes at the warmth, silently missing him just as much. 

“How have you been?” Steve asked while setting me back onto solid ground. 

I nodded. “Good, I guess. How have things been here?” 

Steve hesitated, his shoulders going stiff. “Have you talked to him at all?” 

This time I shook my head so Steve gently led me to the couch in the main area of the office and we sat next to each other. He scratched at his beard, trying to find the right way to say this. 

“He’s gone rogue the last couple of months. He doesn't need mine or Sam’s help for anything, he takes care of the problems himself.” 

I pointed towards his office. “Is he here?” 

Steve shook his head. “I haven't seen him all day. He called me earlier to say he’s got something to take care of so he’s going to be at Power Brokers tonight.” 

My eyes narrowed. “He hates that club. Why would he go there?” 

“I don’t know,” Steve sighed. “He doesn’t tell Sam or I anything anymore. We only show up here now in case he needs us.” 

“Are he and Nat-?” 

He placed a hand on my knee, stopping the words. “That’s something Bucky has to talk to you about.” 

With a slow nod, I contemplated my next move because I knew that if I went to Power Broker tonight, it would be a disaster from the start. That club was highly known as a black market, people trying to sell you things that you couldn’t buy anywhere else. But if you didn’t agree to it it would be highly unlikely that you would make it back out alive. 

“Are you going to tell me why you showed up tonight?” 

I gave Steve my attention now and shrugged. “Trust me, I would rather go to anyone else with this but Bucky is the only one that can help me.” 

He cupped my cheek. “Please be careful.” 

“Always,” I covered his hand with my own. 

The music of the club vibrated against my bones as I maneuvered my way through the seas of people, who did their best to either dance with me or sell me on their latest project they had hiding in their pocket. I ignored all of them, keeping my focus on finding the one person that I needed. 

When I asked the bouncers outside if they had seen Bucky, they were quick to give him up. 

“He’s been causing problems here all night but refuses to leave. The men we have here aren't nearly as strong as he is to kick him out.”

I was on high alert, skiing tingling with my senses, as I observed the giant open dance floor of the club until some commotion at the bar piqued my interest. I watched as a guy was thrown onto the glass bar top, black and gold fingers wrapped around his throat. 

“Where is she?!” 

The voice was deep, angry, and wanted to know the answers. 

My heart beat intensified as I marveled at how different he looked yet looking exactly the same. The brown leather vest that covered his broad chest was missing a sleeve, his entire vibranium arm on full display.  He didn’t look like a mob boss any longer but more so a soldier. 

The heat pooled between my legs but I squeezed them shut, knowing that now wasn't the time to think about that. 

“I swear, I don’t know where she is! Last I heard, they were in Budapest!” The man struggled for his life under the tight grip around his throat. 

“They were together?” 

The man on the bar nodded, as best he could. “That’s what my guys tell me.” 

As I saw a glimmer of sharp metal emerge from the pocket of the other man's vest, I finally decided to speak up. 

“Bucky.” 

My voice might have been hushed with the background noise of the club but I knew he heard because Bucky looked away from the man he had pinned, his once blue iris now dark stared back at me. The firmness in his body faded with his face softening, as he dropped the man to the floor below. 

“Doll?” 

I swallowed thickly at the old pet name because I couldn't get distracted, I needed to finish what I came for. 

“I need your help,” I admitted with a shaky breath.

[holy-mumther]

Hey could write some relationship headcanons for a fem!reader with Kate the Chaser? If not, it's totally fine! Have a good day :)

Ok ok- so I wasn’t very familiar with Kate the Chaser so I googled her and fell down a rabbit hole lol- I’m sorry if it’s not accurate, I couldn’t find a lot about her canonically (I barely found anything on her personality, I don’t know if she doesn’t have a canon personality or not)

I think either you asked her out or you guys just acted like you were together and then everyone including yourselves just assumed you were together without making it official.

She likes going on walks with you,

She’s probably really protective of you, getting anxious when you’re away for long periods of time.

I think she would like being near or touching you at almost all times. Whether that be hugging you, holding your hand, or just being next to you so she can protect you no matter what

The only time she doesn’t want to be around you is in her chaser form. If she ever hurt you, god forbid she actually killed you, she would never forgive herself.

She thinks very highly of you, she’d be very quick to defend you. You’re hers, her love, she won’t tolerate anyone bad mouthing you.

She puts on her best self around you, she loves you and wants you to think as highly of her as she does you.

However, if the tall man didn’t like you, she’d be very split. She loves you more than anything, but he literally controls her. It’s likely if you were deemed as a problem he would simply have her kill your off.

She would never recover from that. So try your best to not get on his bad side, for both of your sakes

Random little things ;;

Like I said earlier, she’d love touching you at all times, but if you don’t like being touched then she’d respect that but she’d still be right by you

Gives you small little gifts randomly and doesn’t say anything about them.

Would go to kiss your hand then forget she has a mask on, so sometimes she just holds you hand close to her face to avoid the embarrassment of the situation

She’d adore any scars or stretch marks you have. She’d trace them with her fingers softly if you’d let her, she’d show you hers too if you wanted

She’d teach you how to fight / defend yourself if you wanted. You’re important to her and although she wants to be the one to protect you and not expose you to violence, she wouldn’t mind helping you learn

Secretly likes seeing you wear her clothes, she may happen to ‘forget’ her shirts or hoodies in your room a few too many times for it to be an accident

She can’t handle light very well so if you adapt to doing things at night or in less bright settings her heart would melt

Sorry if it’s short, I hope you liked it though, feel free to correct any mistakes I’ve made.

Also- anyone else who made requests I see them and I’ll try to finish them shortly !

[youaintnothinbuta]

Can you do Austin x reader where the reader is an Australian girl he met during the filming of Elvis on the Gold Coast, and for the first time ever, she is explaining Aussie slang to him, I think he would think some of the stuff us aussies say would be hilarious.

I ABSOLUTELY CAN pls I think I should do more Austin x aussie reader content!! I think he’d find our “culture” bewildering. Imagine the look on his face when showing him fairy bread or explaining schoolies to him. Or watching footy on the telly, I feel like he’d be so concerned 😭

“Sorry, what?”

Summary: see request.

Pairing: Austin x Aussie!reader.

Word count: 586.

Warnings: None, is Aussie slang a warning?

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Baz had just called it a wrap on shooting for the day, everyone had gone back to their trailers to de-costume and just take a breather. After taking your hair out and putting on your clothes you went to knock on your boyfriends door.

“Can I come in?” You called.

“Yeah, baby, doors open.” Austin replied from inside, stood at the mirror, wiping the last of his Elvis make up off.

“You hungry?” He asked, watching you sink into the chair beside him through the mirror.

“Yeah.”

“Should we go get some dinner?” At this point it was an unnecessary question, but he asked you anyway.

You turned to look at him. “Well, I’m not here to fuck spiders.”

He paused for a second, you could visibly see him trying to piece together the words that had just fallen out your mouth like a toddler learning what a sentence is.

“What?”

You just burst into laughter at the utter perplexity he stared back at you with. Your laughter caused him to chuckle a bit too, though the bewilderment didn’t leave his eyes.

“Sorry, I forget you’re American, sometimes. I’m not here to fuck spiders, like I’m not here to mess around, you know?”

“I don’t.” Austin laughed. “Is that a real saying?” He picked up his keys off the table and took your jacket in his arms.

“Mhm, it is!” You stood up, nodding proudly. The two of you exited his trailer walking to his car.

“Teach me some more.” He suggested as the two of you hopped into the car, him still smiling about what you’d said earlier.

“Okay, well, right now we’re going to get some tucker.” You said, pulling out of the car park and headed for the small restaurant hidden away near one of the more northern beaches.

“Tucka?”

“Well, you’d pronounce it tucker, but we call it tucker. Means food.”

“Tucka!!” He shouted, poking fun at your accent.

“Don’t ever do that again.” You laughed.

“Dohn’t evah do that again.” He mocked you again. You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his awful shot at an Aussie accent.

“We’re not British, you know.”

“Got anymore?”

“You could say the roads are just chockers with this peak hour traffic.”

“Chockers?”

“Yeah, it comes from chock a block. Means, like, very full or very busy. Or when it’s cold out, instead of telling me to put a jacket on, you could just tell me to rug up.”

“Rug…up?”

“Yeah, rug up, dress warm, you know.”

“Oh I like that, that one’s cute. Why don’t you ever speak to me in Aussie? I could be learning this naturally.”

“Right then, mate, chuck a u-ey cos you just missed our turn.”

You watched as a little whimper of the word ‘what’ escaped his lips.

“I’m kidding Aus, you’re going the right way.” You shook your head with a grin, turning to look out the car window to try and conceal your amusement from him.

“Am I really that foreign to you?” He teased.

“Not that foreign, just a great big idiot.”

The rest of the evening was spent by Austin googling Aussie slang, making you say them all so he could hear it in your accent, then laughing at how ridiculous they all sound. You pretended to get fed up, but seeing him almost in tears of laughter hearing things you’d hear on a daily basis growing up from the adults around you was pretty good entertainment, even if you didn’t want to admit it.

[mandssisters]

#marcusmumford #Brighton : #Chalk. The last leg 3.12.22

Well. What a few weeks it has been. Can’t really believe it’s all over. As per the end of any tour. Let the memories find their space and the joy live on.

Brighton by train on a Saturday. Not beyond the wit of man is it, but nearly beyond the wit of south western railways and then southern railways.

Can’t believe they cancelled the extra 5 carriages and at Bournemouth and made all those who got on for LONDON now ride cattle class standing up in the aisles riding shotgun behind the person in front. It was pretty poor. A change at Southampton saw chaos as another 100 travellers wanted to get on. But were turned away. Can’t believe my joy that after all these years I spotted entering Totton, on the side of a large building Peter Mumford and Sons flour mills 1885. Google it!!

Second leg, started well, but 8 stops were cancelled due to the training being late!!! I mean ok for me again but goodness me that’s poor isn’t it.

Brighton be still my beating heart. It’s been too long. The North Lanes. The graffiti / murals on the buildings, the winding lanes, the independent shops, the vintage shops. I was in seventh heaven. Kid in a candy store!!

Although only 4 degrees a walk on the pier, and the sound of pebbles under your feet is a must.

Lunch in the vegan cafe. So good. Pea and kale burger 💯 winner.

Chalk. The understated lost venue. Squint and you’ll find it in Brighton.

Only a short time queuing due to the extreme temperature outside. But always meaningful.

Passer by group number

1. Is this a strip club? Who you waiting for?

Passer by number 2. Who you waiting for ….. is he the comedian?

Met an amazing lady, visiting Brighton in memory and in spirit of her late daughter. I’ll say no more, but we’re thinking of you. And she would have loved every second of the show. Her spirit lives on. Xx #forever

Show time TBC on the tickets. 8pm ish on the email. 8.35pm in real time. Packed crowd. At the front was the photographer that has always been around Sussex, shaved head and impressive hipster beard. Many times I’ve seen him. Always remember seeing him at the Lewes stopover covered in chalk dust head to toe post colour chalk battle. I found the photo!! Look out for his pictures.

General summary. Soaking it all in as this is the last one. 🥹. MM Outfit change. Long black trousers and black boots. Gone are the white socks and pumps. Well it is 2 degrees outside. Wise choice.

We got 50 mins of Musial joy. Mixed in with good banter.

:Still operating as an elite squad since the band left them in Dublin.

:What day of the week is it. We were very quiet for a Saturday night in Brighton was it because the poppers hadn’t kicked in yet.

:Tour strap lines, “do you want a line”. As in Liverpool at the tour bus a Liverpudlian came up and asked them!!! Later during the show, you know who you are, a Liverpudlian shouted “do you want a line” sing I’m in fire… you don’t ask you don’t yet. To much hilarity for Marcus who said it made his evening!!

:Some crowd feedback that they couldn’t hear him. “Well you should have come earlier”.

:MFT: roadie talk for my first tour. Rookie error . The way the guitar was tuned for The Cave, (tuned by MM) was way too high, but once you’re in you’re in right??? :You still nailed it.

:C*nt chat

:Reincarnation…. ❤️

:I will wait , Mixing it up by asking if he could stand on the bar so that the back could hear him off mic. Only to find that the ceiling wasn’t that high so opting for sitting on the bar. Always a winner.

:Marcus catching a flight to New York today.

:Signing off with see you soon. We hope so.

:lady at end asking for the mug that MM had been drinking from…. Confirmation that it was Green Tea.

A joyful evening of course over too soon. Leaving the crowd wanting more. Back out into the chilly winter winds. Anyone for a five guys? 👋. Post Tour diet starts today.

Set list:

Only Child

Dangerous Game

Awake my soul

Go in light

Better off high

The Cave

Cowboy

Reincarnation

Grace

How

I will wait

(I think)

[anec-reads]

A Little Life, Hanya Yanagihara

This book was recommended to me by TikTok (lmao) people saying it was so sad and it ruined them and it was so painful, so I obviously have to read it.

September 9

10:12pm, 3%

This books is so long so I’m not going to hold myself to any speed. Sometimes I can sit and read 300 pages in a day, but Demon Copperhead is almost 600 and took me about two months, of course I went through a slump in the middle and was tandem reading it with some other works.

I’m liking the way the author writes at least. Obviously there’s not been much plot yet, I’m only 3% through, that’s what, 25 pages? I’ve met some characters and they seem interesting, but I’m excited for them to develop more so I can distinguish them better. Right now it’s hard for me to tell when the narrator changes, which I guess it doesn’t—it’s all in third person—but who the focus is on. Especially since they’re all men, so it’s hard for me to remember who “he” is; one section it’s Malcom, one section it’s Willem.

Unrelated but I just googled something at the book and accidentally got a HUGE spoiler of something that happens in PART SEVEN, but spoilers don’t usually ruin books for me. Even thrillers don’t get ruined for me by spoilers, because I like to see how the twist happens more than what it is.

September 10

9:06pm, 9%

There’s the second chapter, about 50 pages. Most of the prose is pretty matter-of-fact, but it has these little spurts of intense imagery. Most of these spurts showed up when it was Willem’s POV, but I need to read more to decide if it’s a Willem thing or just coincidence. I will say that it would be cool if each thinking part/narrator had a different voice, but they all at least have similar patterns.

I really like all the asides. The book is written kind of like how I talk, with lots of long tangents and parentheticals.

September 11

12:30pm, 11%

Okay that’s the first of seven sections and I feel like I have some idea of who these characters are. I think there was some foreshadowing/hinting that I missed because I’m not very observant. Loving the way this is written, though.

September 12

5:05pm, 21%

That was a very long chapter. This is a very good book and that particular chapter was so good for me after what happened earlier and made me take the day off which is what gave me time for a 2 hour chapter. The way the book is written is so interesting and long winded. I’m loving this.

September 13

9:32am, 22%

Okay I’m not done with this sitting of reading, but I have to talk about a thing in this book I like a lot. At very chapters beginning, there’s no prologue, it just starts. It just dives into whatever point of view it will be in. It doesn’t tell you who “I” and “You” are, you just have to figure it out, but it’s written in such a way that it couldn’t have been anyone else. I think it’s more apparent in this chapter (The Postman: Chapter II) than any other that each narrator has their own voice. I also think it’s interesting that—while the first-person chapters of course have the voice of the narrator character—even the third-person-limited chapters change the way they are written based on which character’s mind is open to the reader. I just love this book.

10:01am, 23%

This is a really good book and I don’t have much else to say.

11:18am, 27%

Taking a short pause. In the middle of a chapter to eat chips. There’s this thing this book does, that Hanya does, where you only find out about things from the past as they come up in conversation. They get alluded to and reacted to, but you don’t know them until you know them.

12:06pm, 29%

Yeah. This is a good book.

8:30pm, 36%

September 14

5:43pm, 39%

September 17

12:06pm, 40%

Oh, Jude…

1:14pm, 47%

Oh my God

4:10pm, 51%

I love the chapters by Harold.

6:08pm, 59%

Wow…. I feel so numb. I feel so empty. This book is incredibly written and unbelievably difficult to read.

September 18

5:17pm, 66%

Ah. This is a fantastic book. And this chapter has not been painful. Maybe a little, but it has been very good and ended very kindly.

6:05, 69%

September 19

1:37, 88%

You’re kidding. You have to be kidding. What the fuck that sucks. Not like that. Written amazingly, very good scene, just. Ugh. Fuck. I’m sorry Jude.

September 20

1:58pm, 98%

5:56pm, 100%, Complete

[evasivaardilosa]

Entered a new phase on my playing/unlocking stuff in mk11

From now on I will be going back and forth between unlocking endings and letting the ai beat character towers for me

Unlocking endings via klassic towers on easy is the most fun I’ve been having for a while. It is a difficulty I can manage with no pressure and no stress, and it’s truly rewarding to get to watch the endings after I’m done. I’m glad I didn’t watch them online before (though I have seen pics and some spoilers, but it is not ruining my fun so far). Beating Kronika in the character towers was satisfying but those are so long that it was stressing me out

If anyone is reading this and relates to the not being good at gaming part, if there’s anything I can advise you from my experience, it is: don’t be afraid to play on easy. Whatever your reasons are. Try it, and if it makes it more fun, then do it. Always.

The character towers became less stressing now that I am not forcing myself to play them. But they are still so damn long, five stages with multiple towers, and I confess I googled how to go through them faster today. Nothing helpful, but at least I can let the ai take care of them while I do something else

But there is still the matter of requirements. I did the math and I have enough souls and hearts, and I don’t worry about coins, I have a good supply of them. The trouble is the fatal blows, fatalities, brutalities, etc. It seems I can get those letting the ai lose on a very easy endless or survivor tower. There is an konsumable that helps with fatal blows. So it’s only a matter of letting the ai do its job and waiting

It’s the whole damn waiting that sucks, though! I wish I could fast forward the ai fights like in the actual ai battle mode, or mkm. It feels like an eternity

I still have a lot of race against time to do, though. I really really need to get the mk2 outfits for the girls and the movie skins for Shang. I can go without the rest (though, if I am able to, I will try to get as much as I can) but I really need the next few weeks. So that means I have to play some regular towers. I also need to check if the few regular rewards I’m missing will show up. So, the plan is to use those to try and do some requirements, and try to get random rewards (which currently are playing hard to get, but I have to insist a little more). Multi tasking, right?

When I’m done with more character towers, it will get easier to check if there are more inconsistencies with my spreadsheet, since there will be less overall stuff missing to check. So I can adjust my strategy for what is actually missing, while also working on the gauntlet (which for now I am leaving for last on purpose, but that I may pick up earlier if I feel like it). Really considering asking for help with the tutorials

Meteor towers? Not right now, I fear spending too much currency and not having enough for character towers. I will naturally gather more currency with time so if there is a point I feel like I can indulge, I may do so

But right now it’s looking like just a miracle like a kl skin pack on the premium shop will make me get them

I checked the schedule and only one pack in them (Saurian Kung Lao) is one that I would buy with time krystals. I think I have enough for another one too… probably one of the Kronika Army skins. I want to use my time crystals on stuff that I can’t usually find in other ways. Like Noob’s missing mask, I beat countless tower with him and the mask never showed up. If I had a chance, I would definitely buy it!

Why couldn’t they just make it like a shop. For in-game currency and maybe small challenges you, you unlock a skin, and it is exactly the one you want. The rarer may be more expensive. No blind boxes, no random rewards.

There are some skins (and gear) that would pay in every currency (except maybe time krystals) I have to have them

I know game money doesn’t mean a thing to them, I was thinking of this as maybe one last update. "Since the game is not going to play online anymore, here is a new shop to buy the stuff you may not have been able to unlock"

And then we can all, offline, each do the challenges for their favorite kosmetics with no time limit

Or they could have a regular shop together with the premium shop. Premium keeps selling all the premium shop exclusive items, for time krystals. Regular also has a rotation of itens. It includes low rarity skins and gear, konsumables, maybe low level augments? And Regular Shop has prices in coins, souls and hearts. (Don’t be mistaken, skins are hella expensive. )

[youmarin]

Now Recruiting! ft. Inarizaki VB Boys - Part 1: Inarizaki Boy’s Volleyball Club: Now Recruiting for a New Manager!

Summary: You’re new to Inarizaki High. Still looking for a club activity to join, you’re approached by a certain boy.

Word count: 0.9k

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A/N: Have been thinking of writing for Suna again bc that boy refuses to leave my thoughts and it’s been like over a month since I posted Just Admit It. Also blaming that One -Shot from a few months ago. But I opened the google doc and this was the direction it was going.

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It’s been a couple of days since you came to Inarizaki High School. By arriving as a second year, it was even more difficult for you to make any friends, with friendship groups already being established since first year or even those who already knew each other since their middle school days or from way back. As of now, you were standing in front of a bulletin board, where there were several posters of the different clubs. You usually focused so much on academics that you didn’t give yourself a chance for extracurriculars. Maybe trying something different now that you were here would make things fun. After all, you just had a couple of school years left and it would look nice in your curriculum. Plus it might help you form friendships and you’ll get new skills.

Suna catches a glimpse of you just as your hand brushes over the poster recruiting for a new manager for the volleyball club, their former manager had made it before they graduated. He saw as you smiled looking at it before going to grab it . Maybe he could try and convince you to take the spot. That poster’s been there for a while and no one has claimed the position yet. He could help the team out.

You were startled as you suddenly felt a presence behind you as they spoke, “You’re interested in being the volleyball club manager? They’re still looking for one.”

You turned around, eyes curious as you looked at the dark haired boy who just spoke to you. “Oh! Maybe, I don’t know which one to pick yet. I like volleyball, though.” That picked his attention.

“You play?”

“Yeah, well, I used to.” you let out a nervous laugh. “It’s not something I aspired to continue doing professionally or anything. I wasn’t that good either so now it’s something I do for fun once in a while.” He hummed and nodded along as he listened. “What about you? Do you play?”

“If you end up deciding to become the new manager you’ll find out.” he replied, smugly, and turned his back to you to continue his way.

“So you do play.” you exclaimed as laughter escaped you. “Or maybe you’re a bench boy?” You said so to tease him. He slightly turned to look at you again as he kept walking, an incredulous expression on his face at your suggestion, but as he faced forwards again he couldn’t help the small smile forming on his lips.

Later in the day, the Inarizaki boy’s volleyball team gathered at their gym minutes before practice began. Unconsciously, Suna’s head kept turning towards the gym doors every time they opened, only to be disappointed each time when the girl from earlier didn’t walk in.

Moving forward to practice serves, the gym door opened and you finally showed up. From the other side of the court, Suna spotted you, at the same time he heard Atsumu and Osamu bickering just before the blonde twin hit one of his jump float serves. The serve was off and it passed way over the water bottle the setter wanted to topple over and Suna’s eyes widened as he saw the ball heading straight to you.

“Crap! Hey watch out!” and in just a moment, you placed yourself in a receiving position, not being fooled by the trajectory of the ball as it made contact with your arms and you smoothly directed it towards the setter position just as if you were in an actual game. There was silence for a moment, just the ball you just hit bouncing on the ground, before Atsumu broke it. “What the f-” He cut himself up before he could mess up, Osamu staring at his brother in amusement but equally impressed, while Suna too looked stunned. When you noticed him, you shyly waved at him and continued walking over to their coach. “She dug my serve like it was nothing! Wait, did she waved at Suna? Do you know her? Is she from the girl’s team?” Here we go.

“I just met her this morning. She was looking at our poster for a new manager.” Suna replied. And apparently, you planned on stepping up to it if your presence there was enough to say.

“What’s her name?”

he was caught off guard as he didn’t think about asking. But he just shrugged. “Don’t know. Didn’t ask her.”

“Well I’ll sure ask her.”

“Wanna know the name of the girl who just made a dent to your ego?” But before Atsumu could reply and a fight could ensue, the captain’s voice was heard making them continue with practice.

But you stayed there throughout the rest of it. Sometimes the coach would say something to you and you would nod along as you kept your eyes on what was happening on the court. Suna kept his head on the game but he was very aware of your presence and his form the entire time. Was he trying to impress you? Maybe.

After the practice games, running some laps and stretching, the coach called Kita over and introduced you two, before gathering the team in a circle and walking over to introduce you to the rest of them.

“Guys, this is l/n y/n. She’s new to our school and a second year. She’s here for the club’s manager position.” The rest of the boys introduced themselves,

“Suna Rintaro.” he gave you a closed lip smile as you smiled back at him knowingly, now learning his name.

“Nice to meet you. Please take care of me.” You bowed when they were finished, and that’s how your story as Inarizaki High School Boy’s Volleyball Club manager began.

[f1carsgovroomvroom]

THE ENCOUNTER PART 6

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fan

Warning: some smut, some fluff, a bit of miscommunication and jealousy, kind of cheating???

Word count: 4.2k

Pierre’s family house was not too big, not too small. His parents, very familiar with Charles, gave him a big hug, congratulating him on this season so far, saying that he has done so well so far. Or at least that’s what I could understand, because my French was not at its best.

Pierre introduced me in French, saying that their English isn’t great, but they pulled me into a hug anyway. They tried to make small conversation with me with the limited English they knew, but where they couldn’t find the right words, Pierre was happy to translate.

Charles didn’t seem bothered by the situation as he was too busy with Pierre’s nephew.

Pierre’s parents went to do the final touches for the dinner while “the youngsters”, as they called us apparently, were sitting in the living room.

“He is really good with kids.” Pierre said, while we were watching Charles. “Having a little brother must’ve helped him.”

“It looks like it.” It was interesting to watch him be so freely himself, without the need to show the world that he was anything else but himself.

I couldn’t control the smile that was forming on my face.

“You’ve got it bad for him.” Pierre got closer to me to whisper that in my ear. Charles watched the entire thing, his big smile slowly fading.

“What?” I asked.

“You fell for him.” Pierre said very relaxed.

Charles came up to us before I could say anything.

“Should we help your parents?” Charles directed the question to Pierre.

“That’s a good idea, I will go to see if I can help.” I said and went to find the dining room or the kitchen.

I got my phone out and got Google Translate up and used it to ask if I could help them with anything. Using the voice function, I translated what they said and that’s how I got to understand them.

I helped them lay the plates and cutlery down. His mother cooked a big dinner as well as many French traditional pastry and cakes. It smelled like heaven in that kitchen.

As we were almost done, the guys came to the kitchen, Pierre checking if everything is okay with me.

“I didn’t mean to upset you earlier.” He said to me while we were away enough from everyone so no one could hear our conversations.

“Could I maybe have a word with you in the hallway?” I asked looking around as more people were coming in.

We nodded and we went on the balcony, where we were sure no one would come. Charles looked at me in a weird way, but it will be easy to explain the situation after. Once we were there I needed to get it off my chest.

“Look, I don’t know what you have seen or think you have seen. Charles and I did have fun together, but at the moment is just that. Fun.” I said but knowing that deep down I was probably developing feelings for Charles but I was feeling something for Pierre too.

“I saw the way you look at him and it’s more than fun. I mean, it’s nothing bad but if I were you I’d be careful because if you don’t discuss things with him, it mind end before it even starts.” 
“What do you mean?”

“Charles can sometimes just not see the signs and he might assume you’re in just for the fun part not assuming you might want more.” Pierre scratched his head. “Charles is a bit naïve and dumb… sometimes.” 
“We don’t know each other yet, the whole thing started wrong with me… well, you and I… you know.”

“But it meant nothing. It was just fun.” Pierre had to reemphasis that it really meant nothing but for me it meant something, which is the reason I felt so confuse about Charles and this whole situation.

“Yes, right. It meant nothing.” When I said the words out loud, there was something that changed in the way Pierre looked but I couldn’t really work out what.

“Let’s head back. I’ll make sure Charles knows we were just a one off situation.” Pierre said as he opened the door to the balcony.

Charles was at the table, getting Pierre’s nephew in his chair that had a few cushions on so he could reach the table but also not fall or hurt himself.

Pierre and Charles went out after a few minutes and my anxiety was high, knowing they are probably talking about the situation we are in. As soon as they were back we all sat down to eat. There was a lot of talking done at the table but mostly in French, Pierre’s brothers often trying to make small chat with me so I felt less uncomfortable. Charles did not even look my way, which made me uncomfortable so I took my phone out of my pocket and under the table I tried to type a message to get his attention somehow.

Me: Everything okay? You seem a bit weird.

His phone vibrated on the table, he looked at it and turned the phone upside down. Case confirmed, something did bother him. I decided to way until the dinner was over, which took a while. 
As we were leaving, Charles said goodbye to everyone and we walked to the taxi he ordered.

“Charles?” He looked at me saying nothing. “What happened?” 
“Nothing. What could’ve happened?” He said very calm and indifferent.

“You are acting weird and cold.” I tried to study his expression but there was nothing.

“I’m acting normal.” The indifference was still at the maximum levels.

We got into the taxi in the back and he made sure to leave a good space between us. I didn’t want to continue the conversation in a taxi, even if the driver was someone his team trusted, I had the fear of getting dragged into some kind of scandal.

Once we were back at the motorhome, I took off my cardigan that I had with me in case it was getting cold and placed it on the sofa.

“Let’s talk.” I said to Charles.

“About?” It almost annoyed me how he changed from the nice Charles to this.

“About this. About you acting like this. What happened between now and when we left?”

“Maybe you should think before you speak.” He turned around to leave but I grabbed his wright.

“Charles, just talk to me and explain what happened. I really don’t know what I said so wrong.” I was lost for words when I couldn’t even remember saying something wrong.

“I said a few things in the last few days and especially today. I opened up to you,” Charles swallowed like the following words were going to kill him, “and all I get to hear is that you said to my best friend that we are just for fun?”

“Is that now what we are?” The words came out in a way that I didn’t intend. I was just confused because I thought he would never want more.

He laughed ironically.

“You know what? Yes. That’s exactly what we are. Fun.” My hold of his wright got loose and I dropped his hand.

“It’s not how I wanted the question to come out.” I quickly said but I already lost Charles’s attention.

“I will go out to meet a few friends. Don’t wait for me.” He went to the mirror and re-arranged his shirt and grabbed a jacket he had by the mirror as the night got colder.

I didn’t say anything anymore and went to the room I had my things in. I heard the door when he left and I decided to take off my makeup, have a shower and go to sleep. It all sounded like a good plan until I had to fall asleep and all I could think of was the conversation I had with Pierre. He wouldn’t have said anything I didn’t say, it was all my fault.

I went to the fridge to grab something cold to drink and opened my Instagram. As I was looking through different things, under the suggested posts I saw something about Charles. When I opened the post, it was Charles dancing with a model, very closely and then him kissing her neck.

I felt angry. No, I actually felt hurt. Posts about him and his girlfriend started being posted, that they separated and now he is having the time of his life.

I couldn’t take this and the only person that I knew here was Pierre.

Me: Can I please sleep at yours until tomorrow? I promise to leave first thing in the morning.

Pierre read my message almost immediately and my phone rang seconds after that.

“What on earth happened?” Pierre asked without even saying “hello”.

“Charles… He’s with someone at a party here.” My voice betrayed me and even I could hear the hurt in it.

“Fuck. What happened between you two? Why is he not with you?”

“He misunderstood me when I said it was for fun what we were doing.” I replied.

“Fuck. That is my mistake for telling him what you said. I am so sorry, Yasmin, I didn’t mean for that to be like that.” He kept apologizing but I knew he has done nothing wrong because he only said what I said initially. We agreed for me to stay until the next morning here because things could just get messier.

Around 3am Charles came back home and I went to make sure he was okay. I knew I shouldn’t especially when he probably was with another girl just minutes before this.

“Ohh, look who it is. Miss having fun. Should we fuck now? Is that why you’re still awake?”

He was drunk, and even that might be an understatement.

“Let me help you get you to bed before you actually fall somewhere and hit yourself.” I tried to help him get a bit more balance.

“So you wanna get me to bed.”

I tried to not listen to the nonsense he was speaking because I could’ve lost my patience and thrown him down on the floor but I knew he must’ve got angry.

“Charles shut up.” I finally got to the point where him talking about all the stupid stuff he doesn’t even know for sure, actually annoyed me.

“Why?” As he asked the question we finally got to the bed and I threw him back on it.

“Because you talk like a stupid idiot like you know everything when you do not listen. I don’t want to sleep with you. Not when I know you were with someone else a bit earlier.” I was not shouting but I was not calm either. His face changed quickly and even while drunk, he did understand I was mad.

“What does that mean?” He asked confused.

“I saw the pictures, Charles. Everyone probably has seen it. You kissing that girl.” The last words came out of my mouth almost strangled.

“Yas, fuck.” He tried to get up but he could hardly stand. “No, I didn’t do anything.” He said after sitting down again.

“Yes, it certainly looked like nothing.” I couldn’t even look at him. It hurt in ways I didn’t want to admit.

“You went to speak to Pierre and you were gone for a long time and then he came to speak to me and said you two were a one off thing. I asked him what you said about me and he told me you were still thinking we were just ‘for fun’.” Charles looked at me, trying to keep some eye contact even as drunk as he was. Some of the words did not even come out correctly out of his mouth, his accent stronger. “I don’t understand this.” He pointed to me then to him then back to me. “I don’t understand us.”

“We did not make anything clear what is between us. It’s just the phase where we get to know each other so it’s the fun part. But I think I had enough of getting to know you to know I really don’t want this.” I knew the words would hurt more than I intended but who would want a guy that runs to another girl hours after he was with you. Not me, that is for sure.

“Okay then.” That was the last thing he said and he took off his jacket, struggled to get out of his trousers and took off his shirt and went under the blanket.

I went to the kitchen and poured him a glass of water and put it on the nightstand and then I went to find flights back to England for next day.

I arranged everything and at 6am I left the motorhome to go to the airport. Charles was still sleeping and I left a note for him on the fridge. It was very simple and straightforward “I went back home! Have a good race this weekend!”

Getting back home was depressing, I felt like the hurt would never end. I ended up eating ice cream and watching movies the whole weekend after I slept for a long time after my flight. Charles’s weekend wasn’t great either after crashing during the race.

I wanted to message him but I wasn’t sure if I was even able to message him without sounding like a fangirl and probably proving him I was nothing else but another girl on his list.

Sunday afternoon I went for a walk and I thought to myself that I will pass by his house and drop the keys through his post box but I couldn’t have chosen a worse time as he was just arriving there, probably coming straight after the race. I read online that there was a disturbing radio from him after the crash but I didn’t listen to it.

He didn’t even say anything to me, he didn’t even look at me but he looked tired and sad.

“I came to drop the keys, here they are.” I extended my hand so he would take the keys. He took them but the look on his face made me genuinely worried. He was pale and looked like he could faint any moment.

“Are you okay?” I asked hesitating.

“No. Don’t feel great.” He answered short and to the point.

“If there is an emergency you know my number.” I added and then walked off. He didn’t want to talk and I didn’t want to insist.

I went home and kept thinking of how unwell he looked and my phone vibrated, a message from Charles.

Charles: I promise I wouldn’t ask but I have no other option. Could you get me some tea and soup? I feel ill.”

I jump out of bed in seconds and grabbed some lemon ginger tea I had and a few veggies and some kitchen, plus a few spices and things to make a soup at his house.

I got there in less than 5 minutes and knocked on the door. He did look very unwell.

“I’ll make you some soup.” I entered and went to the kitchen, he stared at me from the kitchen door.

“Go sit down, I will just make some soup and then I’ll leave. I got you some cold and flu tablets, in case you caught a cold but also a covid test, in case you got covid.”

“I don’t have a cold, just… it was a bad race. I will take this as it has paracetamol and my head feels like it will explode.”

He took the tablets and went to sit on the sofa and watch something on National Geographic. I made the soul and put some in a bowl to cool down before he eats it.

“I set the table. Go and eat. There is enough to eat another 3-4 times probably.” I said to him as I was putting on my trainers in my feet.

“Eat with me eat least.” He got up from the sofa and came closer to me.

“I’m not hungry.” I replied, trying to not allow myself to get too close to him after I knew I was hurt when I saw him with someone else.

“Please?” My first mistake was looking him in the eyes, my second mistake was not looking away after I realised.

“Okay…” He smiled at me and I took off my trainers once again. I put another bowl of soup and set it on the opposite side of the table.

“Are you afraid that I bite?” He looked at the way the bowls were positioned on the table.

“What?”

“I thought you liked me biting you.” Charles said as he was moving his bowl to the chair next to me.

I didn’t say anything, replying could lead to more debate on this and I was not willing to put my heart on the table for him anymore.

He ate the soup slowly complimenting me for how good it was.

“I want to talk to you. Today might not be the best day though.” His voice was quieter than usual.

“We don’t really have anything to talk about.”

“I think we do. I messed up in France.” He grabbed my hand on the table and squeezed it. “I like you.” He looked at me expectantly.

I pulled my hand away. “It it was true, you wouldn’t have gone to another woman that night.”

“Nothing happened, I promise! We danced and she wanted to go back to hers and I recused. I was with my friends the rest of the night.” His voice was telling me he really meant what he said. “I came back to the motorhome too drunk to realise what I said.”

I couldn’t bring myself to say anything.

“I really want to try this, Yas.” He continued.

“Charles,” I said as I got up from the chair to put more distance between us, “you’re living your millionaire life, Ferrari driver, all of that and I am just a girl that lives in a little flat, no one knows about her. You hang out with models and celebrities, I cannot do this. I am not dumb to not know I don’t belong in this type of environment.”

Charles got up too and closed the distance between us.

“Like I give a shit about these things. I would prefer hanging out with you and my close friends than hanging out with any of these people.” He got even closer to me, now only a few inches away and my heart started to beat faster. “I said I like you.” I looked at him and his eyes found mine in seconds.

We were quiet now but our eyes spoke. That was enough for him to kiss me and I didn’t know until then how much you could someone’s kiss.

“I need you, now.” His voice was full of confidence now, like the Charles that ordered me around when we were having sex.

“Have me.” I knew this could lead to another heartbreak but I was willing to take whatever might be in store for me.

His kiss became more possessive, taking over all the control.

I was thankful I didn’t have any bra on and I could feel his hands all over my body. He lead the way to the sofa, while still kissing me and then pulled me on top of him, to sit on his lap on the sofa. My dress now rolled up around my hips, his hands pulling it higher and then grabbing my hips, moving me back and forth.

“I need to destroy you for any other man. I need to fuck the thought of another man out of your mind.” Charles whispered in my ear, making goosebumps appear on my skin.

“Actions, Leclerc, not words.”

That was enough for him to activate the part of his brain that didn’t care about being gentle.

He grabbed the my dressed and pull it over my head, his mouth going straight to my breast, sucking and biting my nipples while squeezing the other one hard with his hand. He didn’t bother trying to remove my underwear, he simply ripped it and then his hand was between my legs.

“You’re so wet for me. Can you feel?” I nodded. “You want to be fucked?” I nodded again. “Hard? Fast? Rough?” I kept nodding after each question and he rewarded me by increasing the pace on my clit.

He raises his hips higher a bit and pulls his own shorts down, revealing his cock, he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

He found my entrance and push inside me quickly.

“I will fuck every hole you have tonight, but I need to feel this pussy tighten around me now.” He said while kissing down my neck and moving in and out of me.

The sudden intrusion made me sore a bit but the pleasure covered the discomfort quickly, allowing me to take over and ride him.

“You ride this dick like a good girl. I still have to taste you for that day.” He grabbed my hands and pulled them behind me with one of his hands. “Do you want me to do it?” I nodded and he pulled out of me, grabbed my waist and moved so I was laying on the sofa with him between my legs. He moved down my body, slowly kissing my tummy, then teasing me by kissing my inner thighs.

As he got between my legs, instead of licking he slapped it.

“Auch.” The unexpected feeling turned me on as well as hurting a bit.

Another one came after that but this one made me moan.

“You even enjoy punishment, I am not sure what I can do with you.” He said as he kept slapping slowly, only giving me pleasure.

His tongue finally found my clit and I was thankful for it. He increased the pace but as soon as I got close, he would slow down, making my orgasm go away.

Charles, please, I need to cum.” I said to him, knowing he wanted me to cum.

“No.” He replied dryly. He got up, got rid of his shorts completely and pulled his t-shirt over his head.

He positioned himself in front of me and dragged my head closer to his cock. He was hard enough to know that it was probably painful. My tongue welcomed him and then my mouth. This time around he didn’t allow me to get used to him, he started thrusting in and out of my mouth immediately, making me gag horribly but turning me on so much. I took my hand and found my clit, rubbing it as I was sucking him off.

“Getting yourself off while sucking my dick, such a good girl.” Charles’s words made me even wetter.

He was not letting me get away with it, he pulled me up and pushed me face down and my ass up. His hand going between my legs and just using the pace to drive me crazy but not give me enough.

“I wouldn’t even need to touch you to be able to slide inside you without a problem.”

“But there you are not doing anything about it.” My words earned me a slap over my ass, but it was the kind of slap that actually hurt.

“You might not get anything today if you keep being this bratty.”

He was running his fingers over the area he slapped me.

“You wouldn’t resist not fucking me.” I knew I was right and so did he. I’m sure. But the only thing I got was another slap.

“Get dressed. I’m not fucking you while you’re being a brat.”

I couldn’t believe it and when I turned to see him I knew he was not playing around. He would leave me like this just because I didn’t listen to him.

“Charles, I need you to fuck me. You need to fuck me too. Just do it.” His eyebrow raised, as he looked at me. “Please?”

“That’s better but not enough.” Charles said arrogantly.

“I missed you in more ways than this but I need you to be inside me.”

He kissed my forehead and got closer to my ear.

“I need you, too. I missed you so much but I think I missed this more.” He said as he put his hand between my legs again.

“But tonight, I want you in my bed.”

Charles didn’t look completely fine, but the soup has helped him get a bit more life in him.

He took his time once we got to his bedroom and for the first time, it didn’t feel like getting fucked by him, but more like making love. It was accompanied by a slap here and there, a bit of choking and fucking me slow, then fast, then harder until my legs were shaking, but at the end of it he wrapped me in a hug and we slept skin to skin.

“Charles, I really think I’m falling for you.”

These words made his face expression change in seconds, it was a combination of many feelings, things I didn’t know for sure how to explain.

“Yas…” his voice told me that the following words wouldn’t be what I wanted to hear.

Part 7 is now up.

[wandaromanova]

Fun Guns

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, mention of sex, mentions of needles, blood

A/N: hello! i’m obviously not in the medical field, so everything described, i got from google haha. hope y’all enjoy! happy reading <3

anon requested: nat got shot in the arm during the mission so doc!r (her gf and has a strict and serious personality) has do the operation but the thing is nat keeps flirting and flexing her muscles even she's bleeding

Summary: Y/N helps her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff, with an injury.

Word Count: 1.1K

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You looked up from the paper in your hand at the sound of commotion.

You got up from your stool and made your way over to the door. However, before you could make it there, it swung open and your girlfriend, Natasha, walked in with Steve and Tony trailing behind her.

Your eyes widened at the sight of the redhead clutching her left arm, blood pouring from beneath it.

“Hi, baby. I got shot in the arm and I need you to patch me up.” Natasha spoke so casually that you didn’t even register what she said at first. When you did, you stared at her like she had grown two heads.

You gave Steve a look and he nodded, grabbing Natasha’s other arm and walking her over to the medical table. You went over to a counter and placed on some gloves.

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Natasha was laid out on the table and you nodded to the two men in the room.

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“I can handle it from here. Did you guys need any help too?” Tony and Steve shook their heads.

“No, nothing some Tylenol can’t help.” Steve joked and you let out a small chuckle at that.

You watched as the two Avengers exited the room, leaving you alone with your girlfriend.

“I need to take your shirt off.” Natasha raised her eyebrows suggestively at you. You rolled your eyes at her and carefully helped her out of the material.

“I mean I don’t think having sex while I’m bleeding is a good idea, but I’m not against it.”

You softly grasped her arm and examined the injury, ignoring her flirting. The bullet wasn’t deep and there was no exit wound.

All you had to do was take the bullet out and close up the hole in her arm. Thankfully, it wasn’t anything serious.

You turned around and walked over to some shelves and drawers, retrieving the proper tools you’d need to extract the bullet and stitch up her arm.

You dragged your stool beside the bed and Natasha sent you a flirtatious smile.

“Doc, I think I’m hurt somewhere else, too.” Natasha grabbed your hand and placed it onto her abdomen, flexing her muscles.

You sent her a serious look and tore your hand out of her grip. You couldn’t believe she was flirting with you while she was literally bleeding.

“This is serious, Natasha. You’re lucky the bullet is in your arm and not somewhere fatal.”

You scolded your girlfriend, taking a needle and inserting it into her skin. It was an anesthetic that would numb the area, so Natasha wouldn’t feel a thing.

She was going to need it if you were going to shove some tweezers into her arm then stitch her skin back together.

“I’m fine, honey. You know I’ll always make it back to my favorite milf.”

You rolled your eyes at the title. Yeah, you had a five-year-old daughter. You were slightly older than Natasha.

She was 37 and you were 41. It was only a four-year gap, but Natasha never failed to tease you for the age difference.

You quickly went to work after a few minutes, just to be sure that the lidocaine had run its course.

You feared that the bullet would be hard to find, but luckily, it wasn’t. You had found it fairly easily and took it out, placing it onto a bedpan beside you.

Natasha was completely unfazed by the entire thing. This wasn’t her first time getting a bullet extracted. She was just completely entranced by you.

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She was basically gawking at you as you worked.

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Natasha admired the way your eyebrows would scrunch up in concentration, your tongue poking through your teeth as you tried to keep your hand steady.

Also, she absolutely loved how good you were at what you did. You were the best doctor in New York, which is why you were hired to work for the Avengers.

They definitely needed the best they could get considering the massive battles they always find themselves in.

Natasha had pursued you for quite a while, but you never exactly gave in. You were a professional and you knew that having a romantic relationship with a patient wasn’t right.

But she was Natasha fucking Romanoff; no one could resist her. So, eventually, after months of the redhead’s persistency, you had agreed to a date with the redhead and the rest was history.

“You almost done, doc?” Natasha asked as you placed the last few stitches into her arm. You snipped off the excess suture.

“I just finished. You know the drill, don’t move your arm around too much. You need to come back in a week or so to get them removed.”

You gave Natasha instructions as you cleaned up after yourself. However, the redhead extended her arm slowly, grabbing your wrist in her hand.

“Thank you, milfy.” You let out a small laugh at her words and Natasha smiled at the sound.

“You’re welcome, foxy.” You uttered the nickname that Natasha absolutely hated.

One day in the earlier stages of your relationship, you had referred to Natasha as a fox, her red hair reminding you of the animal.

The Russian absolutely hated it and practically fought you every time you’d call her by that name.

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“You’re suddenly not my favorite milf anymore.” Natasha mumbled, letting go of your wrist, allowing you to throw away the remaining trash.

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“Oh yeah? And who is your favorite milf now?” You teasingly asked, going to sit by her side once more.

“Wanda.” You let out a full-hearted laugh at her response. You shook your head frantically.

“Well, I don’t blame you. She’s my favorite milf too.” Natasha sent you a glare. You sharply raised your eyebrow at her.

“Don’t give me that look! You mentioned Wanda first!” Natasha pouted and you leaned forward, giving her a quick peck.

When you moved back, a wide smile was now spread across the assassin’s face.

“Seriously though, you need to be more careful. I know you have me to help you out, but that doesn’t mean you need to get hurt all the time.”

You frowned and Natasha stared into your eyes softly, her green irises shining with love.

“I promise I’ll be more careful, but you gotta admit that it’s fun being able to see these guns. Come on, admit it, it’s fun.”

Natasha flexed her good arm, showing off her toned muscles. She also clenched her stomach, accentuating her abs.

You let out a dramatic sigh, placing your hand on top of her stomach.

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“It’s fun to see those guns.”

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“See! I knew it. I knew you liked them.”

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[chloegong]

that semi-AU romajuliette + benmars fic

i need a permanent place to store this after dumping a random google doc on twitter so here it is, the author writing fic for her own book because people gave me headcanons and they were too good not to make use of

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the one where juliette and marshall go out for a night out on the town and roma and ben have to go along to supervise because one time they accidentally committed arson —headcanon from twitter user @leonidasvaldz

a semi AU where Benedikt and Marshall were hanging out with Roma and Juliette in those happy months R&J had together in 1922 before everything went wrong (aka you can take this as canon because it will fit the timeline but the characters won’t have memory of this in the actual published books)

Disclaimer: i wrote this in one go inside a starbucks please expect ao3 user chloegong and not Author Chloe Gong who does multiple rounds of edits on her books

Second Disclaimer: nobody go putting this on goodreads before someone on my publishing team kicks my ass (rightfully so, i’m on deadline rn and i’m writing fanfic instead of my real contracted manuscript)

Mandatory reminder that Our Violent Ends is available for preorder with all links here :)

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It wasn’t supposed to happen again. And yet, somehow, Benedikt was watching fire curl around the side of the building, the roof beams giving a loud groan before shuddering and caving in on itself.

He turned a look onto Roma. “Your girlfriend is a maniac.”

~

Five hours earlier...

Juliette climbed in through the window of Roma’s bedroom, careful to hug the burlap bag close to her chest as she landed on his carpet. The howling wind outside drowned out some of the clinking, but the glass bottles were still making a racket no matter how carefully she hugged the bag. She had gone full throttle for tonight; when no one was watching and her relatives were downstairs crowing over a game of cards, she had snuck around and robbed the liquor cabinets at the Scarlet mansion quite generously. Now she dropped the bag onto Roma’s floor with a huff, brushing a curl of hair out of her eyes.

“Where’s Marshall?”

Roma looked up from where he was reading, putting his book down and rising from the bed smoothly.

“Well, hello.” He strode toward her, stopping before her with his arms crossed. “Lovely to see you too. You do know it is my bedroom you just snuck into, right?”

Juliette pretended to jump in surprise, looking around wildly. “Do you jest? Oh, bother. Let me climb back out and go find my real lover. Marshall! Where are—”

With a huff that seemed to double as a laugh, Roma grabbed her wrist before she could turn around and leave through the window again.

“You’re hilarious,” he said dryly.

“I know.” Juliette reached up with her free hand, clasping her cold fingers right onto his neck. Though her palm was freezing from the bitter temperatures outside, Roma hardly flinched, he only shrugged his shoulder up to keep her hand there. He couldn’t fight back the grin. For several seconds, the two of them only stood there, looking like a pair of idiots smiling at each other.

Then his door opened.

“Are we interrupting something?”

Marshall bounded into the room, throwing the door wide open. With a horrified expression, Benedikt hurried in after him and closed the door quickly, listening for movement on the other side.

“Yes, leave the door wide open,” Benedikt said. “While any White Flower strolling the corridor can peer in and see the Scarlet heir standing there in a silly coat.”

Juliette stepped away from Roma, peering down at herself as if she had forgotten what she put on. “I didn’t think it was that silly. It’s my disguise.”

“You do look a little like a housewife,” Marshall said, considering the coat.

“A fifteen-year-old housewife?”

“I suppose that is exactly why you look a little silly.”

Juliette pulled a face, but refrained from arguing further. She was here tonight because Marshall wanted to see the new Scarlet club that opened along Thibet Road, and she had promised she could sneak him in. Unfortunately, Marshall was bad at keeping secrets, and the worst at keeping secrets from Benedikt. The moment that Benedikt heard Marshall was planning on entering Scarlet territory, he had decided that he would come in accompaniment.

Juliette supposed it was only fair. Benedikt didn’t entirely trust her, but he was nice enough. He tolerated her presence and always kept an eye over his shoulder to make sure she wasn’t spotted on their territory if she poked her head in to see Roma. While Juliette didn’t know much about Marshall either, he was far warmer than his best friend, and for the first time last week, they had even enjoyed an outing with just the two of them. Juliette Cai and Marshall Seo—out and about in the border territories on a quaint evening.

That outing had ended with accidental arson though, so it was rather possible that exacerbated Benedikt’s desire to play chaperone. And of course, if Benedikt was coming along, Roma wanted to tag along too.

The arson was hardly their fault, Juliette and Marshall had maintained when the Montagovs asked questions. What kind of person left a stack of hay out beside a bar? And what kind of hay was that easily flammable just from accidentally whacking one of the lanterns on the awning onto the stack?

“All right.” Juliette hauled the bag up again. “Are we ready to sneak onto Scarlet territory?”

“Absolutely not,” Benedikt muttered, strolling past her for Roma’s window. “But is that going to stop either of you?”

Before anyone could answer him, Benedikt had already hopped the small gap between windows, climbing into their neighboring building for their route out unspotted.

“Great!” Juliette said. She passed the bag to Roma so he could do the carrying. What was the point of converting a rival gang enemy into a lover if not to lug around her heavy things? “Glad we’re all so enthusiastic.”

Roma sighed, clambering onto his sill and making the climb too. “The things I do for you, dorogaya.”

Marshall hurried after him. “I would argue you’re actually doing this for me, dearest Roma!”

With a snort, Juliette climbed out last, and pulled the window after her.

~

The Scarlet club had been a bust. Of course, Benedikt had figured that would be the case from the get-go, especially if they were sneaking in at such a late hour to avoid being seen by anyone important in the Scarlet Gang. At least Juliette had provided good alcohol, and now he squinted at the label of the wine bottle under the street lamps while they walked, taking the smaller main roads along the periphery of the city.

Up ahead, Roma and Juliette were whispering to each other, though they didn’t sound like they were talking in full sentences. Those two always communicated in looks and gestures, swapping languages whenever they felt like it and ending up with some incoherent tangle of words that no one else could comprehend.

“Is there anything left in that?”

Benedikt glanced to his side, shaking the bottle to show Marshall. “One last swig. All yours.”

Marshall took the bottle. He put it to his lips and swung up, his head tipped to the sky and the line of his throat bared to the night. Benedikt shivered suddenly, a line of goosebumps rising at the back of his neck. The season had turned cold and the wind that blew onto his face was biting. He wrote off his shudder to the chill, to the temperature dropping with the longer they spent outside at such an hour.

Suddenly, Marshall was squinting into the distance. “Hey.” His call summoned Roma and Juliette’s attention from ahead, who both turned around to see what the matter was.

Marshall pointed to the dark shape off the end of the road. “Isn’t that the abandoned factory we lost to the Scarlets?”

“Is it?” Juliette asked, a sudden glee in her face.

“Why would you say that?” Roma bemoaned. He didn’t bother trying to stop her as Juliette hurried ahead, eager to explore the factory. “Look what you’ve done.”

But Marshall was wearing a similar expression, his eyes scanning the factory as they approached closer and closer. Wordlessly, he handed the bottle back to Benedikt, and though Benedikt’s head was spinning from the drink, he still recognized the exact face that Marshall made before he was going to get himself into trouble.

“Mars—”

“I’ll keep an eye on her,” he insisted, tipping his chin forward. Juliette had disappeared into the factory. “You two be look-out. We wouldn’t want someone finding us here, right?”

Benedikt scarcely had a second to argue back. Marshall was already hurrying off.

~

Inside the factory, Juliette trailed her hands along the dark walls, her eyes wide. The machines looked strange in the moonlight, but stranger while sitting so idle. She was used to seeing rows and rows of workers in the daytime, trailing after her father as he ran inspections on the work of their trade partners. It might have been the wine in her system, but everything seemed to sway: sitting so inactive in movement that her eyes were imagining movement.

“Pst.”

Juliette almost jumped out of her skin.

“Christ,” she muttered, whirling around with a hand on her heart. Marshall slunk out from the shadows, both his hands in his pockets. “You gave me a fright.”

“Me? Frightening?” Marshall picked up a strange object on the table, inspected it for several seconds, then set it back down. “I am the least frightening person on the planet.”

“Yes, well, when it’s so dark, even a cuddly teddy bear would be terrifying.” Juliette felt around her dress. She thought she had tucked her lighter in here somewhere. There were little pockets sewn around the sleeves and armholes that she kept all her weapons, though if anyone asked, she would say she had the ability to materialize them out of thin air.

“Do you scream often at teddy bears?”

“Only when they sneak up on me.”

“I don’t see you screaming at Roma.”

“He gets a special pass. He’s only a teddy bear on the inside.”

Marshall snorted. He leaned down, trying to read the paper taped down to the table. At last, Juliette found her lighter—it was actually in her sock—and she brought it close, thumbing down the sparkwheel for a flame.

“Do not touch—for demolishing,” Marshall read under the new light. “Are the Scarlets going to build something new here?”

“I wouldn’t know,” Juliette replied. “My father doesn’t include me in his business meetings yet.”

“Hmm.” The shadows of the factory danced. Juliette thought she saw someone darting in her periphery, and she whirled around, but it was only Marshall’s shadow. Unfortunately, she had scared Marshall with her movement, and he bumped into her, asking, “What? What is it?”

The lighter flew out of her hands, landing on the paper.

“Nothing, nothing!” Juliette assured. “I was seeing things.”

But Marshall wasn’t convinced. He swiveled around. Peered hard into a corner. “Was it ghosts? I know this city has ghosts. All that death creates so many ghosts.”

Juliette tried to look where he was looking. She couldn’t see anything except the dark.

“There is no such thing as ghosts.”

“Just last week, I felt something walk by me and then there was no one when I looked. I swear to you, if it wasn’t ghosts then I—” Marshall stopped suddenly, turning around to look at the table. “Uh… is that supposed to happen?”

Juliette whirled around too. The whole table was on fire. “Oh, God.”

With a sudden pop, the fire sprung up and licked up to the walls. There had to be something sprayed inside the factory already to prepare for demolition, or else the flames would not be traveling with such intensive speed.

“Marshall,” Juliette said simply.

“Yes?”

She looked at him. “When the Montagovs ask, we blame the factory and say we have no idea what happened. Run!”

~

Benedikt and Roma kept watch in relative silence. Benedikt’s head was spinning, and his cousin looked like his head was doing the same if his swaying was any indication. Roma was humming softly under his breath, toeing the grass that grew around the abandoned factory.

Then, there was a sudden sound from inside, and the first tendrils of flames blew out from the topmost windows.

“Roma,” Benedikt said plainly. “I’m willing to bet my life savings that Juliette Cai just committed arson.”

Roma tilted his head up, his jaw dropping agape. At first, he could only stare at the growing fire, eating up the roof beams. Then, he said: “To be fair, it could have been Marshall.”

Benedikt threw his arms into the air. “Who looks more like the arson type, Juliette or Marshall?”

“Is that a trick question?”

“The answer was Juliette!”

Benedikt pinched the bridge of his nose. He was rapidly growing concerned, but before he could suggest they go in to search for the two, Juliette and Marshall ran out from the factory—laughing. The factory was burning down, and they were laughing, grasping at each other and spinning in circles right in front of the factory. They looked a sight: seconds away from collapsing atop of each other in utter delirium.

Benedikt turned to Roma. “Your girlfriend is a maniac.”

Roma was struggling to hold back his laugh watching her with Marshall. “I think she’s magnificent.”

Marshall stumbled, and Juliette squealed, reaching out to grab his arm before he could trip and land flat on his face. Benedikt almost—almost—let a smile slip. Before Roma could sight it and tease him for enjoying himself after all, he cleared his throat.

“What happened?” he bellowed.

“Faulty factory!” Marshall called back.

Benedikt shook his head, turning on his heel. They needed to get out of here before someone reported the fire.

“Come on!” he called back to the three. “Let’s go before the Municipal Police arrive.”

Upon Benedikt’s summons, Marshall left Juliette’s side and hurried to catch up. He slowed to a stroll once he was beside Benedikt, but Benedikt could feel Marshall watching him.

“What?” Benedikt asked. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure his cousin was following too. Thankfully he was, though it was mostly Juliette hauling him along, their hands clasped together and swinging while Roma kept looking at the fire.

“I think you enjoyed yourself,” Marshall replied smugly. “After all that complaining about sneaking into Scarlet territory.”

Benedikt reached out and rapped his knuckles on Marshall’s skull. With a shriek, Marshall darted ahead.

“You want me to enjoy myself?” Benedikt shouted after him, breaking into a run too. “Come back then! Let me throttle you!”

FIN.

[unwrittenlibrary]

golden (you’re so golden)

summary // bucky is in louisiana with sam when he meets you, one of sam’s close friends, and immediately gets along with you. (bucky x fem!reader)

words // 3.5k

warnings // it’s fluff! some tiny insecure bucky but that’s about it. sam calls reader bubbles a couple times. use of y/n.

notes // 💞

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Bucky enjoyed Louisiana.

He enjoys being with Sam and his family in Louisiana. It’s slow and relaxed and everybody in town is so charming that he finds himself settling in easily.

There’s a level of trust Sam shows Bucky allowing him to help with the family boat and while he hadn’t said it, he did appreciate Sam’s unending kindness.

Perhaps Bucky has found the beginnings of a new home in Sam Wilson. A friendship based on respect and love helped Bucky. He was slowly but surely rebuilding himself into a better man.

“Word on the street is Sam Wilson was back in town.” A voice calls out from above the two men. Bucky looks at Sam and finds him smiling and shaking his head. There’s footsteps and then you’re standing in the doorway with a smirk. “I just had to see for myself.”

Sam lets go of the wrench in his hand and moves to meet you at the top of the stairs. Bucky watches curiously as Sam hugs you tightly. He had never mentioned a girlfriend, although Bucky wasn't particularly forthcoming about his personal life either.

“Hey, Bubbles.” Bucky scrunches his nose at the nickname and you roll your eyes and shove Sam off of you.

He laughs heartily clutching his stomach. “The nickname wasn’t funny in the seventh grade and it’s not funny now.”

Sam presses a kiss to your head and Bucky clears his throat. He feels like he’s interrupting a personal moment, but your smile is turned on him and then Bucky freezes because that’s a beautiful smile.

“Who’s your friend?” You nudge Sam with your elbow but your stare doesn’t waver. Bucky smiles nervously before lifting his hand up in an awkward wave.

“Bucky.” He introduces. You nod slowly. “Barnes.” He adds on and you laugh at him making Bucky deflate a little.

“Y/N.” You respond easily. “And don’t call me Bubbles, I hate it.” Your glare and he nods. “I just came to see if the rumors were true.” You shift your focus back to Sam. “I just couldn’t believe Sam Wilson was here, working on the boat, without telling me.”

Sam scratches the back of his neck awkwardly. “Wasn’t sure how long I was gonna be here.”

You purse your lips and Bucky thinks that wasn’t the right thing to say. He’s so curious about what your relationship is because he can’t tell if it’s just friends or dating or maybe even exes. You’re affectionate and comfortable with one another, that much is obvious in the few seconds Bucky has been able to observe.

“Even if you were here for a day, I would like to see you.” You punch his shoulder. “But whatever, I’m not gonna hold a grudge.”

There’s a moment of silence between the three of you before you shrug. “I’ve gotta go. I’ll see you tonight, Sarah invited me for dinner.”

You give a quick hug to Sam before waving goodbye Bucky. He waves back with a smile and watches as you walk away.

He doesn’t even realize Sam’s staring at him until the man clears his throat. Bucky shuffles and adamantly ignores the fire he feels burning at his cheeks. “Who’s that?” He asks in a faux nonchalant tone.

Sam shakes his head and laughs. “We grew up together. Went to prom and all that.” Bucky nods and tries to think of how to ask his next question, but Sam beats him to it. “Not as my girlfriend or anything. She’s like a bonus sister.”

Bucky nods and looks back down at the pipe they had been working on. “Cool… We gonna finish this?”

Sam snorts, but Bucky can hear his footsteps come back down the stairs. “Let’s get it done. I just know Sarah’s gonna make something great for dinner if Y/N’s coming and I’m starving.”

Bucky nods, excited for some home cooked food. And maybe seeing more of your smile.

》

Bucky sits next to you at dinner. The kids across from the two of you with Sam and Sarah at the ends of the table.

He notices your eyes trail over the black and gold of his arm and tries to not to blush. “How’d this happen?” You nod to it after a moment of silence.

Bucky turns to you at the same moment Sam’s head shoots up to look at you. “Bubbles.” He hisses your nickname like you’re a child with their hand in the cookie jar.

“Sam.” You hiss back, eyes narrowed at the nickname. Bucky wonders if Sam would ever call you by your first name. “It’s okay.” He nods to Sam.

Bucky is sure that the kids sitting across from him had been wondering too, if Sam hadn’t already told them. He takes a sip of his beer before deciding on sharing a condensed version

“Lost it when I fell off a train in 1945.” He shrugs. You look him up and down. “Got this arm a few years ago.”

It’s silent as you process his words and your eyes move back to stare at the arm. His fingers twitch and your eyes snap to them.

“You don’t look like you fell off a train in 1945. You don’t even look forty.” You say skeptically. Sam runs a hand over his face while the kids laugh.

“Just eat.” Sam orders. “You don’t need to ask him all these questions. It’s rude.”

You turn to your food and roll your eyes at Sam. “I asked one question.” Then your eyes move to Bucky again and you smile apologetically. “I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable though. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “It’s cool. You can just google me for all the answers anyways. I’m pretty sure the Smithsonian has a webpage on me.”

You snort. “That’s a subtle brag.”

Bucky feels his cheeks flush and shakes his head. “No. I just meant… like, Howling Commandos and Steve-“

“She’s just messing with you, man.” Sam laughs as he reaches across the table for a biscuit. “She knows who you are.”

Bucky looks back at you and finds the teasing smile on your face. He flushes red and that only makes you laugh too. Bucky presses his lips together and nods slowly. “Nice.”

“Hey.” You nudge him with your elbow. “If it helps, I think you look pretty good for someone who fell off of a train, lost an arm, was brainwashed for decades and then fought an army of Titans.”

Sam’s shaking his head and Sarah is just staring at you with wide eyes, but Bucky’s lips quark up as he tries not to laugh. “Thanks.” His eyes move over you. “You look pretty good for someone who’s friends with Sam.”

“Hey!” Sam cuts in defensively. “You know, most people think I’m cool.” You and Bucky smirk at each other before both turning to Sam with open mouths, ready to tease him. “Nevermind.”

Bucky can’t help but watch as you throw your head back and let out one of the most beautiful laughs he’s ever heard.

》

“Boys!” You call from the dock with a bright smile. Bucky spins so fast he thinks he’s got whiplash until he sees your happy face. You’ve got your sunglasses hooked in the collar of your t-shirt and a tray of iced coffees in your hands. “I know I’m late, but I come with some refreshments.”

Sam scoffs from next to Bucky. “Coffee isn’t really all that good for rehydration.”

Your smile drops for a millisecond before you turn your attention to Bucky. He gestures awkwardly for a moment before his right hand lands on his hip and his left hand waves. “I like coffee.” He blurts.

You bite down a smile as Bucky ignores the blush he knows is on his cheeks. Maybe it’ll just pass off as a sunburn, or heat exhaustion.

“See, Sam.” You smile victoriously. “Bucky appreciates my gifts.”

Sam scoffs and Bucky just stares at you avoiding Sam’s glare. “He won’t when he tastes the sugar monstrosity you’ve probably brought him.”

You pout and step closer to the boat. You shakily try to step onto deck, but stumble at the last minute. Bucky’s hands shoot out to steady your waist and you look at him with a shy smile and grateful eyes.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You say softly as he helps you step onto the boat deck steadily. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got you what I drink.”

You lift one of the iced drinks out of the carrier. Sam was right, it looks like a sugared disaster, more cream than coffee; Bucky has to force himself not to scrunch his nose up at the drink.

“Thank you.” Bucky takes the coffee from you and stares down at it. You hand one over to Sam and then finally pull your own out.

“If...If you don’t like it, don’t even worry.” You say as the three of you move back to the part of the deck the boys had been working on all morning.

Bucky takes a sip and well, it’s not awful. Nor is it even that bad. Definitely more sugar than he was used to, but he needed to get out of his comfort zone anyways.

“I like it.” He states. “I’d like anything you give me.” He smirks as you look down at your feet nervously. “You’ll have to tell me what you order so I know.”

Your smile brightens and you nod excitedly, pulling your phone out. “Give me your number, I’ll text it to you.”

“You can just write it down.” Sam says with a teasing smirk when Bucky looks up and glares over your shoulder. “I mean-“

“Ignore him.” You roll your eyes and hold the phone out, the contact page already cued up. As Bucky takes the phone and begins to type his number in, you spin around to face Sam. “I’m trying to make friends here, Wilson. Stop trying to discourage it because you’re afraid he and I could lead to world destruction together.”

Sam laughs loudly and Bucky hands the phone back to you. “I’m not worried about the world as much, I'm worried about me. I can already tell you two will be a pain in my ass together.”

You glance at Bucky and wink before slipping the phone back into your pocket. “Stop stalling Sam, we’ve got work to do.” You scoff as you begin to pull out tools.

Bucky looks at Sam with a smirk. “Yeah, Sam. We’re trying to get some work done while you’re just standing there.” Bucky sturdies the piece you had begun screwing in with his left hand.

Sam sighs and returns to his earlier position. “I’m so glad you two have met.” He mutters sarcastically.

》

The shield slips onto Bucky’s arm easily. “Looking good!” You wolf whistle as you make your way towards the boys in Sarah’s yard.

Sam rolls his eyes, but Bucky puffs his chest out a little and smiles. “Hey!” He says as you come to a stop in front of them.

Bucky’s eyes trail over your figure. “Hey. I heard you were leaving today.” Your attention is solely on Bucky as Sam stands beside him with a knowing smile.

He nods apologetically. “I’ve got some stuff to do back home in Brooklyn. I uh-“ He looks down at his boots. “You have my number. I would love to keep in touch.”

You bite down on your lip as you nod. “Of course! Anybody who can handle Sam is someone I want in my life.”

“Are you two just gonna make fun of me everytime you’re together? Because I’ll cut this off right now.” He says jokingly.

You rock back and forth on your feet nervously before finally talking. “I’ll let you two get back to it. I just wanted to say bye!” You pull Sam into a tight hug before turning to Bucky. “Um, I’ll see you later. I hope?”

He nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! Yeah, I mean. I hope so too.” He stands awkwardly in front of you, unsure of if he should hug you or just settle for a handshake.

Your hands land on his shoulders as you lift yourself onto your tippy toes and press a kiss to his cheek. His cheeks are burning red by the time you pull away and wonders if you’re as nervous as he is. “I’ll see you around, Bucky.” You say sweetly before spinning on your heel and walking off.

Bucky watches you go with soft eyes as Sam just stares at him incredulously.

》

Bucky doesn’t get to see much of you the next couple weeks, but he hears from you all the time. Text messages telling him to have a good day. Photos of animals you see around your hometown. Photos of you and your family or friends.

It always makes his day and you never seem to mind if it takes him a long time to reply.

“You gonna come down?” Sam asks as he and Bucky walk through the empty streets of Brooklyn. “Y/N has been asking about you. When you’ll be in Louisiana again.”

Bucky shrugs. “I don’t know. I... I might stay up here.” Bucky answers quietly. He wanted to see you. You had easily become one of his favorite people to talk to, even if you had barely seen each other in person.

Sam snorts. “Come on. The boys want to see you. Sarah. We all loved having you around.” He bumps his shoulder into Bucky’s.

“I won’t be intruding?” Bucky asks softly.

Sam shakes his head. “You know that you won’t, Bucky. I’m not gonna force your hand, but I know she would like to see you as much as you would her.”

“Really?” Bucky tries not to sound too excited by the idea of you asking Sam about Bucky and when he’d be back in Louisiana.

Sam rolls his eyes. “Yeah. She asks about you. Just… Come down for a few days?”

Bucky nods slowly. “Yeah… Okay. I will.”

》

The dock is packed with people. Bucky smiles at the laughter and cheerful screams of the people around him. Crowds weren’t normally his thing, but this town of people loved each other so much he couldn't help but relish in the warmth.

“Bucky! Bucky!” He slips his sunglasses off as Sam’s nephews come rushing towards him excitedly. They throw fake punches and kicks that Bucky dodges before they lead him to the food table.

He places his cake on the edge and stops to look around. He knows he’s searching for you, but he can at least try to be as nonchalant as possible about it.

“You went all out for your dish, huh?” Your voice makes him spin around. You’re behind him with crossed arms and an amused smile on your face. The sun is casting such a beautiful light over you that Bucky is speechless for a moment.

Bucky shrugs. “I didn’t… I’m not much of a chef and I didn’t want to come empty handed.” He explains sheepishly.

You shake your head before moving forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. Bucky immediately responds and wraps his arms around you tightly.

“I’m so happy you came down again.” You whisper to him and pull back to look at him. He smiles sweetly at you. “Me too. It’s nice to see you again.”

You pull completely away, but slide your arm through his and begin to walk with him. “Come meet everyone. I’ve been talking about you non-stop, everyone is so excited to meet you.”

You pull him around and introduce him to friends and family. Your arm never leaves his and that makes Bucky feel extremely warm on the inside. He’s positive he’s going to melt by the time you’re pulling him towards the food.

“Hey!” Sam is the last person you and Bucky find. He’s sitting with Sarah and his nephews as they all eat. “Sit! I’m sure you’re tired of introducing your boyfriend to everyone.”

You and Bucky look away from each other nervously as you take your seats. “Shut up, Sam.” You hiss as you take your seat next to him.

Sam rolls his eyes as he hands over food to you and Bucky. It’s not awkward, but everytime you and Bucky make eye contact he feels his cheeks get warm and you look away with a nervous smile.

“I should head out.” You finally say, picking up the plate in front of you to throw it away on your way out. “Thanks for all this, Sam. Sarah. It was so great to see everyone again.” They nod with bright smiles and your attention focuses on Bucky. “Will you be staying for a while?”

He shrugs, unsure of what to say. “I…I think so. Yeah.” You nod slowly and stand in front of him for a moment like you’re waiting for something before sighing. “Well, I’ll see you later.” You wave before turning and beginning to walk away.

Bucky watches you for a few seconds before turning back to look at the table. Everybody is staring at him with poorly concealed smirks.

“What?” He asks defensively. He takes a sip of his water and they continue to just stare. “Stop staring at me. It’s weird.”

“You better go after her!” Sam shoves his shoulder which makes Bucky choke a little on the water. “She just waited for you to walk her home!”

Bucky begins shaking his head vehemently. “No. No way! She was saying goodbye. To all of us.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Bucky!” Sarah chimes in. “She likes you! She literally introduced you to everyone she cares about today!” There’s a chorus of yeahs from Sam and the boys that has Bucky glaring playfully at them.

“Really? She wanted me to walk her home?” He asks Sam quietly. Sam scoffs. “Yeah, man. So you better start hustling to catch up with her!”

“Shit!” He pushes himself off of the bench. “Okay! I’ll see you guys later!” He calls out with a hasty wave before jogging away from the table.

You can’t have made it far, but if you’ve already left the dock entirely there’s no way he’ll find you. He had no clue where you live or even what direction he would have to go in to find you.

He stops at the entrance of the dock and looks around while huffing out breaths. His eyes catch on your sundress and he smiles. “Y/N!” He calls out, jogging to catch up with you.

“Hey! Wait up!” You pause and turn around to face him. Your eyes light up but you don’t say anything to him as he comes to a stop beside you. “Let me walk you home?” He asks nervously.

Surprise crosses your features before an excited smile takes place. “Okay.” You say softly. “I would love that.” You wrap your hand around his bicep and step closer as the two of you begin to walk.

Bucky appreciates that you seem to be comfortable with talking because the entire twenty minute walk passes quickly with your stories and jokes. By the time the two of you have reached your front door Bucky is trying to come up with a reason to go around the block one more time.

“Thank you for walking me home, Buck.” You say quietly. You cross your arms over your stomach and run one hand up and down the opposite arm. Bucky smiles at you as you speak. “I had a nice time talking to you.”

Bucky stuffs his hands into his pockets and nods. “Me too. I enjoy talking to you. You’re a breath of fresh air.” He admits. It was nice to talk to somebody who wasn’t a part of his old life, who was completely new and who only knew this him, not Bucky from the forties or the winter soldier. Maybe his therapist had been right about needing to talk to more people.

You bite your lip and look off to the side before your eyes find his again. “Thank you. You’re really sweet.”

“Well, I’ll let you go.” Bucky takes a step back from you and your house. The two of you watch one another and Bucky knows he should say something. Ask you on a date. Tell you you’re pretty. He just can’t get the words out.

“Oh, Bucky.” You sigh as your hand wraps around his wrist and pulls him back into you. His left hand immediately lands on your waist in order to steady himself. Before he can apologize or pull it away, you’re leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips.

He doesn’t respond, unable to with how quickly you lean in and pull away, but you’re smiling sweetly at him. “Ask me out.” You demand softly.

Bucky chuckles. “Do you… Would you want to go on a date with me?” He asks, still a little nervous.

“I would love to.” You wrap your arms around his neck and Bucky lifts his other hand to rest on your waist too. “I can take you to some of my favorite places around town.” You offer and Bucky nods quickly.

Bucky enjoyed Louisiana.

He thinks he may have finally found a home outside of Brooklyn, which was a once upon a memory. Somewhere clean of Steve and a life Bucky would never get back. Somewhere with Sam forging a bond of brotherhood and you building something new with him too.

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notes // i don’t know how some of you write only on your phones it stresses me out so much kudos to you lol hope you liked this short piece, keep an eye out for my other two requests this week!

reblogs and replies are always appreciated if you enjoyed this!

[aerimomo-mellon]

Skz as Boyfriends!

Paring~ SKZ x Reader

Genre~ informative lol

A/N~ yep it was requested! Enjoy 친구 <3

warnings? none. (idk mention of bed related things haha)

SKZ M☁List II Main M☁List

시장……..

✿ Bangchan

We all know this guy and you all have read enough of him I think, to know what imma say. (But for special purposes why not..)

This guy is really really serious about relationships and you are probably the one because he just can’t help loving everything about you.

The fact that he is yours even with all the responsibilities and work he has as a leader and idol is a miracle itself. Therefore consider yourself LUCKY to have the most caring and loving man anyone could have.

Dates- He likes movies hence movie nights and date to the theater are often. If not then he likes taking you to a sports event or the beach cause yeah. ( that vibesssssss you know? )

PDA = 3/10 why?, because as mentioned earlier he is responsible for many important things and he doesn’t want to have any misunderstandings about you and dislikes hate in general. That 30% I gave him was because he would only do PDA if really needed.

In Bed things? Umm not often actually but once in a while yes WHILE he would like it I’m sorry I mean LOVE it..

Con? Yep time! Sorry girl but that time you need, it’s hard for him to fulfill every time.

Cute extra info- Doesn’t mention it but secretly likes when you poke his dimple and say he’s cute.

✿ Minho

There are these majority conceptions, as I said majority but not all cause there are stays who know that he is a sweet guy deep deep down.😉

If you’re his s/o he will give every bit of him to you and expects the same for you. I would categorize him as a boyfriend wo acts like a mom lol. It maybe hard to digest that information but trust me this feeling I have from my gut I can say that he is also very caring. Although he might not say things like I will be there whenever you need me or even I miss you, care for you, but he doesn't need to say this anyway. As action speak more than words our Minho is the same.

Dates- He likes to balance it between what you like and what he likes as well. If you are a new couple he straight up asks what you prefer. Plus point he likes to take you to cat café if you like cats too.

PDA = 0.5/10 why? honestly speaking this guy literally hates to express his feelings. That .5 is literally him agreeing that he is yours and that's it. (when someone asks that is)

In Bed things? I personally think it depends on his mood and not yours. Yup. Somedays he wants you a lot and somedays he likes his space. I'm not saying he hates cuddling but more than that on days he is either tired or stressed he likes to keep that little limit to what happens next.

Con? Attention... you would literally take his cats away from him to get his attention.

Cute extra info- likes it when you call him and yourself Appa and Eomma to his cats.

✿ Changbin

Changbin being the puff/ strong guy(sorry that sounded disturbed lol) We all know how babied he likes to be.

Him as a boyfriend is just very natural, I mean from the way he takes you on a fancy date to even putting nail polish on your left hands. Everything is very genuine and he loves it. The Boyfriend to always apologize first.

I find him as someone to take attraction and the next step which is relationship very seriously. ( the person to be very calculative, it can beat Chan honestly..)Knowing that he is afraid to hurt people in any kind of way, to hurt you even as an accident breaks his heart.

Dates- Our Dwaekki loves taking you on dates with loads of food or snacks. A typical Korean restaurant or even food stalls, he loves seeing you eat than to be broken when you might have some kind of sickness due to eating problems.

PDA = 5/10 why? Because he likes your opinion. He is okay with either if you insist on a particular one but slightly leans on less public knowing. Holding hands and probably hugging you wouldn't be a huge problem for him.

In Bed things? he loves it anytime honestly... if he is horney he is getting what he wants and when you are same goes to you.. you'll get what you want..

Cons? Too much aegyo which makes you do things you don’t necessarily want to. (Stay blessed)

Cute extra info- Praise him! (x100) loves it when you say things like " my boyfriend is so strong.." or even " those arms mmm..."

✿ Hyunjin

I mean do I need to say how into he is with this??? Damn this man is the most prepared man a girl could have. The type to know everything about relationships... from trending couple fashion to even special not important but cute couple events..( that he probably found randomly scrolling through google)

He knows your anniversary, birthday, your moms birthday, dads and basically your whole family knows him too. He also keeps track of your monthly cycle too cause he likes being responsible for you..

He is the type to get jealous very easily BUT wont admit it when you ask. Likes to braid your hair while learning from YouTube.. Likes to buy you so many colorful cute hair accessories. (loves your hair..)

Dates- we all know this guy is fancy so he likes fancy dates but he can also be the complete opposite.. Fancy~ maybe to a art restaurant or even on a fancy boat cause why not.. Normally though~ likes to take you to an art museum or at night to take you on the roof for star gazing..

PDA = 2/10 why? I've probably given hints on my fictions with Hyunjin about this in particular. He prefers keeping this in private and that 20% is with his members (barely)

In Bed things? This guy couldn’t be more romantic lol. Loves being prepared for this buys every thing you both need… and yeah loves it.

Cons? He buys Kammi more hair clips than you sorry….

Cute extra info- likes when you get mad when he cut his hair lol. I apologize to all the stays I know he is cute every time but that long hair just hits different….

✿ Jisung

The craziest boyfriend you could have and will only have. You would low key love your relationship with this man I’m telling ya…

You two would have so much fun like toddlers. He is honestly the cutest, funniest, talented etc.. man you get all in one.. ahaha..

Likes to buy you the most stupid things that actually works for a daily living..( that thing he bought to watch on his phone while laying down 😵)

likes to joke around and talk to you a lot.. gurll listen to him he loves it. He likes to value your problems as well so listens to you too.

Dates- likes to watch anime so you two usually have this anime night cuddle sessions but if he were to plan something outside he would prefer to take you to the amusement part lol.

PDA = 8/10 why? honestly he likes showing you off cause he is fond of you. Basically doesn't care what others think... his parents know you, members, friends outside the group, and stays know you exist lol.. 20% i kept for a reason because he doesn't like it when things get out of handle so he wont do anything to the extent..

In bed things? yes he likes it but that turns up into a tickle fight or even a complete cringe but cute moment..

Cons? He might be very sensitive leading to him being upset and you having to apologize...

Cute extra info- loves it when you kiss his cheeks or just play with them in general..

✿ Felix

I had to bring this up at some point lol.. stays probably know the video where he says his clothes are boyfriend material lol...and yes i agree hands down!

A boyfriend material in his own way ahaha.. i mean we all know he loves to be cared for and loved. That Bangchan! spoiled little youngbok.. i personally feel or think two ways. Either he likes being cared for by you or he takes care for you since now he gets to be the older one..

Felix likes speaking in English so if you know English he would speak both languages as well. Likes to give you blowjobs cause he fell in love with you lol..

Dates- Shopping malls, window shopping, UNO on a picnic lol all these are his favs and so are yours .. Personally speaking he likes to take you to places where he can take lots of pictures of you..

PDA = 4/10 why? I don't know haha yup its just a feeling where I'm in between of two opposite thoughts.. I fell like he shows you to his members and family but not more than that.. (Olivia is most likely to love you)

In bed things? Likes being pampered and loves it when you lead.. happens pretty often actually..

Cons? yes! he like being touchy and so do you but he does it too much which beats ya.. and jealous really easily! and he lets you know that..

cute extra info- compliment him on his freckles and he will blush literally a tomato 🍅..

✿ Seungmin

Sweet really sweet.. he is the typical Korean boyfriend you'll get haha even better than that.

He just likes to talk to you or even look at you all day and keep that puppy smile on him.. The type to sing you a song to sleep or whenever you ask him to. likes to hear you sing too.. attempts to make you laugh but ends up, giving up.

He likes kissing your eyes when they are closed.. or when you just fell asleep after the song likes to give your eyes quick pecks..

Dates- He likes walks and that's why you go on evening walks and return when it's dark.. likes holding your hands. He likes grocery shopping with you, takes you to the rooftop to talk about life and its shitty problems.. Basically effortless things that make your relationship happy for what it is.

PDA = 1/10 why? I mean do I need to tell you this? he is like Minho but just a little bit more obvious.. Prefers to express his love when you two are alone..(that's it)

In bed things? umm yes but no.. i mean he gives in to your begs but I feel like Seungmin is just too into cute cuddling and these things are only when he is very desperate ..

Cons? not much but maybe ignoring you when you ask if he can buy you ice Cream for the fifty-sixth time..(but gives in anyway)

Cute extra info- He likes when he sees you in his clothes.. but doesn't say it and acts like he doesn't..

✿ Jeongin

Baby, baby, Baby..... he is our baby boyyyy but his savage ass towards his Hyungs just breaks it all hahaha…

Jk he is actually really cute, caring, sweet and likes to be protective. It may not suit him but yes he likes scolding people if done wrong to you..

You might be older or younger honestly he doesn’t care.. he is very respectful to you either way. He loves you and is very shy too which you find cute.

Dates- Asks you for your opinion or his Hyungs. He still is very inexperienced so he doesn’t know but sometimes likes it when you two spend time on the swings of some random park with fruit juice 🧃..

PDA = 0/10 why? Cause no no no no not even to his members haha he is just too shy and likes to keep his relationship in its own boundaries.

In bed things? Nope please! I’m sorry stays but I just can’t with Jeongin… (no further details he is just so precious to me)

Cons? He understands very late.. like you trying to say you want to cuddle, kiss etc.. without words he won’t get it. Just fucking be straight forward with our baby.

Cute extra info- honestly everything is cute about him so I can’t fit it here sorry… stays use your imagination here…

끝…