#hey man tonight was a bad one but i thought of this earlier and got to write it now and i'm feeling better

[waywardsalt]

anyways. holding linebeck gently

[yorsgirl]

Guide me?With Pleasure

Sukuna x Fem!Reader (ft. Yorozu)

Synopsis: Better than being hostile to the other woman, have her fall for you. Lowkey, have your boyfriend jealous as well.

Tropes: Established relationship

Warnings: Strong language, suggestive, cheating(maybe?) implied stalking, smoking, jealous!Sukuna(cause he's a adorable baby), Reader is kinda hateable, kinda toxic relationship, this series or wtv is almost satrical so just give the logical side of your brain a rest and enjoy, usage of nicknames, no mentions of y/n.

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: I am so scared to post this after that mega fucking blunder but whatever this was promised so here it is :)

Credits to @cursedvibes for making this post which helped me characterize Yorozu in this one.

Previous (recommended to read)

You had every quality of being the perfect boyfriend. But you were born as a girl.

Don't believe it? Let's rewind back to last Friday night.

Leaning against the wall in front of Yorozu's dormitory, you patiently wait for her while scrolling through your phone. Your watched ticked - 7:05 PM Given, it is significantly earlier than the perceived dinner time in your area. However, only dinner isn't in your list tonight. Could've worked with only a dinner but no, that's like bare minimum. Like come on, if you are taking out Yorozu on a date then you were determined to make it a memorable one.

Laughable, indeed it is. Who could've guessed? You were taking out the woman-the one considered to be the other woman in your relationship - on a date.

Life has a funny sense of humor.

---》《---

"I was hurt," You proclaim with a furrow of eyebrows.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." You snicker, stepping up to the black-haired woman who gazed at you with a perplexed look. "But why didn't you text me, sweetheart? I was waiting for, you know."

"Stop calling me that." Annoyance laced her tone. "I don't even know you-"

"We are classmates."

"Doesn't fucking matter, I am not interested."

"Now, that hurt for real." You state, keeping your fist over your chest. "Its fine though, I don't mind. I just wanted to let you know the details of our date-"

"I am not going on any date with you. Now leave me the fuck alone." She turned on her heels, moments from sprinting out from your vicinity.

"Hey, wait-"

You had no plan on letting her leave so quick. It was difficult enough to locate her in your vast college campus. Like damn- you didn't know none of your subjects matched with her except ecology but you had switched it to additional so you it was seldom you attended that lecture. (Just enough times to fulfil the attendance quota). However, this time you attended it in order to meet her.

"What now?" She glanced back, a glare directly aimed at you; making you swallow a lump.

Two thoughts rang in your mind at that second.

First - damn, that's scary.

Second - damn, that's hot.

You sighed, clasping your hand behind your back, "See, its fine if you don't want to go on a date. Why don't you keep it platonic then? Like friends-"

"You're not my friend."

"I can be." You sheepishly smile causing her to roll her eyes. "Come on, it won't be that bad."

With an irritated scowl, she asks, "Will you stop bothering me if I say yes?"

"Can you exempt a pick-up line or two in between?"

"That's it. I am leaving."

"Wait, wait- fine. I will not bother you again."

"You swear?" She tilts her aside.

"I swear."

"Fine."

---》《---

Fine, you agree you were overbearing. While sinking into the sheets that night and playing the day's events on repeat, you got second hand embarrassment at your persuasive attitude.

You keep your phone inside your purse once the sound of a door opening reached your ears. Mesmerized would be an understatement. Your eyes widened, lips parting as you stand watching the girl walk out of her dorm.

Yorozu didn't dress up in anything extravagant. Just a casual outfit with a touch of make up. Man did it not enchance her features? You were aware she was beautiful but now- you were wonderstruck.

God, women are the prettiest.

"My, you look gorgeous." You state breathily, almost transfixed by her.

"Not for yo–"

You hold a red tulip before her face – halting her speech. A smile graces your lips as you tilt your head aside, "I know but there's no harm in stating the obvious, is it?"

Yorozu accepts the flower, gazing at it with suspicion and mild awe. The soft, honey-like fragrance hits her, she raises an eyebrow, "What's this for?"

"A pretty flower for a pretty girl."

"You said you wouldn't flirt."

"As I said, stating the obvious. That's not flirting," You shrug, putting emphasis on the particular word. Offering her your hand, you asked, "So, shall we?"

She looks at you skeptically then at your hand before walking towards the exit on her own; without a word.

Her attitude is in sharp contrast to her face.

(Could you blame her though? You coerced her into this outing the first place.)

You sigh, running up to her then falling on step. The cool evening air hit your skin, strands of your hair blowing with the wind – you push the ones back which clouded your vision.

You can just hope this doesn't turn negative.

.

Fifteen minutes into this, none of you speak a word.

In your defence, you don't know what to say; besides, striking up an ideal conversation on your own isn't your forte. Yorozu doesn't make the effort to converse with you either, glancing at the streets or up ahead. It's kind of awkward however not completely. You can thank the cars and bikes speeding on the road to cut through the tension.

Tension... that reminds you of someone else and that someone else didn't make the effort to call you one single time. You grit your teeth, inwardly fuming at the lack of concern. Sure, you told him all about this little plan of yours and all he was like - enjoy.

Seriously? Enjoy?

No, not his problem. Just mine to keep any ounce of expectation.

You sarcastically thought, throwing silent profanities inside your mind. Until you hear Yorozu speakp, "Where are we going?"

You hum, stealing a glance at her. Tipping your chin forward to the end of the pavement, you answer, "Somewhere you'll like."

"And if I don't?"

"You will."

She looks at you, raising an eyebrow. "You sure are confident."

"Why? Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"Sure, sweetie." You pinch your lips together, stifling the chuckle on your lips.

Twenty minutes later, which includes a ten minute bus ride, both of you were arrived at your chosen location. You smile as the establishment comes into view.

"Here we are."

Yorozu halts just beside you, her eyes widening when the realization dawns on her. "This place–"

"Mino insectarium," You say, clasping your hands behind your back as you take a once over at the sign board in front of it. Turning to her, you continue, "I heard from a friend of yours that you are interested in entomology, so–" You trail off, shrugging. "Do you like it?"

Surprise betrayed Yorozu's features. She stares at you for a second; at the insectarium the next, then back at you. She doesn't speak at first and you are left on the verge to contemplate on your own if this was a good enough place.

The doubts clear out when a grin cracks on her lips, the corner of her eyes crinkle. Her eyes gleam under the streetlight; that's the moment you realize just how pretty this woman looked while smiling.

"I love it." She affirms, the enthusiasm in her tone doesn't elude you.

"Told you."

"You did."

"Now," You start, running your fingers through your hair. "I am a novice in case of insects–" You take that she understands what you're implying when she nods. You try your luck again. Holding up your hand.

"Guide me?"

"With pleasure."

Yorozu takes your hand this time, tugging you towards the entrance; you struggle, trying to keep up with her excitement. 

That smile doesn't leave her for the rest of your date.

.

Two remarkable things happened in this date.

First: You learnt that Yorozu just isn't interested in insects. She's fucking obsessed.

And mind you, that obsession turned enthusiasm is what raises Yorozu's rank in your book. She walks you through with every little knowledge she has of these little creatures; from their habitats to their intricate nervous system and more. You can agree sometimes you lose do track with all these informations but- but its still fun. (Like did you know some some larvae of fireflies are predatory and they mimic other fireflies to attract and consume them?)

Don't you just love it when people talk so passionately about subjects they love?

Second: You earned a nickname.

This stems from when you both walked into the beetle section.

"You're like a beetle, you know."

Caught off-guard, you pivot towards her; she's looking at the mentioned creatures. The varieties take up a wall, each with a different colour, shape and size – placed on a wall in such a way that it creates an illusion of a larger beetle.

Creativity never goes out of style.

"Why do you think so?" You ask.

"Why not? You resemble them."

"How?"

"You are stubborn, just like beetles."

Alright, that was a low blow.

You might need time getting used to her bluntness. For now, that marks as negative and you were seconds away from pushing her down the ranks in your book until she started speaking again.

"They are highly adaptive to any habitat, one of the reason they are one of the largest species," She pauses and turns to you. "This adaptability can turn into stubbornness but it also comes with resilence with the factor of transformation to turn the situation which favours them."

You blink at her. Once. Twice. "You think I am all that?"

"Seventy percent sure."

"And thirty percent unsure. That's still high to prove you incorrect."

"May not." She muses, turning to the insects again.

You aren't sure what to say and she doesn't make it easier with going into all these details.

A chuckle escapes her, "A part of you will be all that to me. Like c'mon you got me to come here with you even after a couple rejections, that's a proof in itself."

"Well uhm, thanks." It comes off more as a question which you don't want to be. Though a part of you does feel contended. At least, she has a good image of you now.

"Would you mind being called Atlas?"

"Atlas?" You raise an eyebrow. "Like the book of maps? Where does that come from?"

She shakes her head, "No, not that Atlas. Atlas as in, the Atlas beetle. Largest known beetle, visually beautiful and strong as hell. Everything which you are."

Time for you to be shocked cause did she just call you beautiful? And strong? And stubborn? Damn this woman... You can't help the laugh that leaves your lips soon after. She really has a way with her words.

"So... may I?" She asks again.

"I don't see why not." You reply after your laughter dies down. "Atlas, has a nice ring to it."

"Glad you like it, Atlas."

That's your new nickname.

Nothing significant occurs after the visit to the insectarium.

All you do is have dinner in a pretty modest restaurant then walk back Yorozu to her dorm. Though, the long thirty minutes walk seemed shorter than it should have.

When you bid her farewell, Yorozu is one step ahead as she side hugs you and tells, "Thank you."

While you're walking away from her dorm, you've a stupid grin on your face too.

.

"Atlas. What are you? Some book?"

The familiar voice catches you off guard. You swiftly turn on your heels and yes, there he is. Leaning against his bike while holding a cigarette between his pointer and middle finger.

"What the hell are you doing here?" You question, narrowing your eyes as a scowl makes it's way onto your face. You've only crossed a couple of blocks from the college dormitory and lo and behold, you find Sukuna.

He takes a generous puff on the stick before blowing out a chunk of smoke. For reasons, he refuses to look at you, carmine eyes fixed on the lighted tube. He speaks, "You sure had fun in your date."

"Well, uh yeah. It was good–"

"Right." He scoffs. "Got a new nickname too. Absolutely adorable."

His sarcasm doesn't elude you, your eyes narrow as you put two and two together, stepping up to him. "You were stalking me?"

"That's another way to call it." His lip quirks up.

"Like what?"

"Like," He muses, standing up straight. "I prefer the term a curiously observant bystander."

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, pressing your lips in a thin line as your hands fold over your chest. There's a lingering emotion on the back of your mind which you can't put your finger on except it treads the line between annoyance and amusement.

Sukuna drops his cigarette before stomping on it and turns towards his bike. He swings his leg over the vehicle, getting on top of it. "There," He jerks his thumb back, indicating you to get on "Or you can just get drenched in the rain."

Just then a flickering light shines all over the area, the next second, a thunder roars through the sky. The best and most rational decision would be to go home with him. But did I mention that you will show defiance just for the sake of it?

"Mhm, no thanks." A sarcastic grin gets plastered on your lips. "Yorozu's dorm isn't–"

You don't get to finish your sentence before Sukuna puts (borderline pushes) a spare helmet on your head. His eyes narrow, hatred burns within them, jaw clenches then unclenches as he faces you. "Get on before I make you."

What's with that tone?

Confusion plagues you and you are about to question but he beats you to it.

"And," He pauses, "Don't you dare utter that bitch's name from your mouth again."

Asshole. Nah, you are not hearing any shit about Yorozu now. Now when she's on your‐ alright, if not a friend, at least she's not on your hate list now.

"And don't you dare call her a bitch now. She has a name for your information."

"Protective, are we?" He scoffs, raising an eyebrow.

"And what's the problem with that?"

"Everything." He states, tipping his face aside, he signals for you to get on again. "I will use force if I have to." He warns.

Your lips twists down. Something is definitely wrong with him. You could feel it.

From somewhere, the part of your brain associated with intelligence starts working and everything clicks in place.

Does he not sound jealous?

Suddenly, the urge to strangle someone is converted to the urge to stifle your laughter. Only a week ago, it was you in his place being jealous of the exact same person.

Oh, just how the tables have turned.

With a snort past your lips, you decide it's best to just give in today.

"Sure, your highness." You tease, before fastening your helmet as Sukuna starts the engine of his bike. You climb on the vehicle, grasping him abdomen tightly. A heat creeps onto your cheeks when the firmness of his chiseled skin pokes on your fingertips over his shirt. However, all of those fleeting thoughts are pushed away as the cool night air hits your skin and Sukuna speds off.

Another lightning struck across the sky. Fortunately or no- better word would be thankful.

Thankfully to Sukuna's skill and precision with the mechanism of his bike, both of you reach home before the relentless downpour could start.

"Switch off the freezer." You say, "I will plug out the TV." He follows through and so do you with your mild responsibility.

The night commences as another ordinary for both of you.

On the other side of the city, a woman sits aside a window sill, watching the rain drizzle on the glass as it slids down.

She holds a red tulip tenderly.

.

Bonus scene from your date with Yorozu

"Before I forget, Sukuna is my boyfriend. Can you not cling onto him?"

"Didn't you say you liked me?"

"Well about that–"

"Do you have a slot open for a girlfriend?"

Tags: @toffeebrat

[danieyells]

Could I pretty please ask for any Haru stuff you found? 🥺 I've been afflicted with the Haru simp disease and only information/content of him can cure me 🛐

HARU'S CHANGED MY FEELINGS ON HIM not that i disliked him at all before but like. . .you know how he acts like the team mom? His voicelines make this worse. I thought he was more like a meddlesome but chill guy with a lot of energy. The truth is this poor man is a single mother with two unruly kids, a house full of animals, and VIRTUALLY NO HELP BESIDES YOU. No wonder he drinks nearly every fucking night. I get why Jabberwock doesn't have ordinary students but jesus christ please get some helpers in here. My man is overworked.

I ended up putting almost all of them in because. . .he is struggling poor boy. I have officially edited this to contain all of Haru's voicelines! Sorry for the wait!!

Default:

"Hey, nice timing! One sec, I've just gotta finish feeding everyone."

"Folks are going wild over the Anomalous Animal Back To Nature Tour, and this is your chance to experience it at a discount rate! C'mon, help me hand out these fliers!"

"Everyone stuffs up sometimes. Don't let it get to you—just think of it as a funny story you can pull out later and laugh at! Gahaha!"

the only way he knows how to cope with his pain is to laugh at it. . .my therapist told me that was good actually! he's well adjusted! disregard the nightly drinking.

"You sure are fond of FirstName, aren't you, Peekaboo? You did nothing but bite me for the first three days after we met."

tbf you were from another house and it was probably fresh after the clash. . . .

"You reckon I work hard? Nah, this is nothing to write home about. All right, let's head to the next zone!"

"Hey, nice work out there today! Let's knock a few more jobs off the list then take a break, hey?"

oh my god you take breaks? or are you telling the player to take a break while you keep overdoing it. . . .

You've got mail:

"You've got some letters! Better open them before that goat lookalike makes a meal out of them!"

Affinity 1:

"Morning! Let's get this show on the road!"

Affinity 2:

"Hey, {PC}! What a coinkydink! I just finished my rounds."

Affinity 3:

"Ren? He's working at that whacky restaurant again. I'll have to go pick him up later."

Affinity 4:

"Towa's off to that hill again? I was gonna ask him to hold down the fort... Guess I'll have to stay put tonight."

Affinity 5:

"Am I tired? Nah, don't worry, if there's two things I have confidence in it's my stamina and my bad luck!"

Affinity 6:

"The Sinostra folks are causing a kerfuffle again... I don't need any of that! You should take care not to get dragged into their mess too, you hear?"

Affinity 7:

"You wanna know how to get the animals to like you? You just gotta show how much you love them, like this— Ow! Don't bite me, Peekaboo!"

Affinity 8:

"None of our critters have warmed to Ren at all, even though he spends all day with them... Guess that handsome face only works on humans."

Affinity 9:

"Phew, time for a bre— Hm? That sounded like the Capybus! I'm gonna go check on her, watch Peekaboo for me!"

Affinity 10:

"All right, the kids are all in bed. I'll just ask those two to hold down the fort, then I'll head out for a little walk..."

Affinity 11:

"I went to wake that sleepyhead Ren up this morning, but it was like he couldn't see me even though he was looking straight at me. Reckon his eyesight's bad?"

Affinity 12:

"Course I eat, don't worry about that! Just earlier I pinched some of Peekaboo's veggies when I was making his lunch and had them with a piece of bread!"

Please eat food. . . .

Affinity 13:

"So much to do... Gotta take in the washing and get the shopping done... Argh! There's not enough hours in the day!"

Affinity 14:

"This? It's an energy drink. Don't feel like the day's started till I have one. (gulp) (gulp) Pwaaah!"

PLEASE EAT FOOD AND SLEEP. . . . . . . . .

Affinity 15:

"Ah man, there's soap all over the walls again! You're so good at playing with the animals Towa, if you could just learn how to clean up after you'd get full marks..."

Towa i love you but please help your mother boyfriend captain. . . .

Affinity 16:

"Ah! I can't do dogs! How'd you get in here?! Towa!! Come here!! No!! Don't bite me!!"

He is terrified of dogs????? Towa absolutely electrocuted the shit out of that dog. Rip in pieces. That dog truly fucked around and found out. It will never go in the dorm again.

Affinity 17:

"Thanks for helping out again today, you're a real lifesaver. Sorry I can't walk you back..."

Affinity 18:

"You reckon I look like an acrobat when I'm using my stigma? Gahaha! Maybe I'll practice balancing on a ball then!"

Baby no you are not a clown please what if you break something again--

Affinity 19:

"...(gasp) Crap, I fell asleep... Did you put this blanket on me? Cheers... Maybe I'll grab a few more minutes..."

Affinity 20:

"I swore I'd take responsibility for protecting all the lives in this park. I can't let anyone die on my watch."

Affinity 21:

"I don't know where I'd be without all the critters in this place if I'm honest with you. Well, gotta be my animal magnetism that's keeping them here anyway! Gahaha!"

Affinity 22:

"Hm? There's some critters whose nails were getting dangerously long so I was giving them a clip. Come here, I'll do yours too if you want!"

Affinity 23:

"Oh, off for a cheeky night out? Gahaha! I know a good place, want me to take you?"

get wasted with him and give him somebody to talk to!! he needs someone besides romeo and rui to listen to him rant sometimes!

Affinity 24:

"A soft bed to lie down in and someone to chat with till I drift off... I'm really living the high life here."

He's a simple man. . .it's easy to imagine him holding your hand here while he dozes off. . . .

Affinity 25:

"Really learned the ropes here, haven't you? Once we have a little cash to spare, I'll buy you your own Jabberwock uniform!"

they must be expensive if it takes until Affinity 25 to get you one! He's so conscious about his finances(disregard all of the stuff he buys and never uses--) that being given a purchased gift is surely the highest tier of affection from him haha. But also. . .he treats the anomalous animals and oftentimes even the other ghouls in Jabberwock like they're his kids. This is his way of saying 'you're part of this family too.' Which is very sweet.

Spring:

"Today's shearing day for the fluffy squad! It's actually a pretty hefty task, so I've gotta hop to it if I want to be done before summer..."

"Bucket, check. Trowel, check. Me and Towa are heading to the mountains to pick some veggies. You wanna come?"

"We've been getting a lot of balmy days lately, and the sun's up longer. Can't help but dilly-dally when I'm working..."

"I've gotta clean out all the sparrow nests soon or they won't be able to look after their kiddos properly. Looks like there's... 61 nests total..."

Summer:

"A lot of customers have been saying they wanna stay cool in the summer so I changed up the course. Now we have a special summer-only waterside tour!"

"It's hot so I invited Ren to go fishing, but his face screwed up like a prune and he yelled at me. What's he got against fish?"

Probably the same thing you have against dogs. . . .

"Phew... Finally finished harvesting all the feed crops for the day... Everyone's health is dependent on their quality, so now's the time to do it right."

"Lotta bugs around this time of year... But they're important for the food chain, so I've gotta take care of them... Argh!! Give it a rest with the buzzing!"

Autumn:

"Hey, nice timing! I'm about to make a fire with the dead leaves I collected so I can bake some potatoes, take a seat!"

"I like the Jabberwock uniforms. They're made out of high-performance fabric that keeps you warm when it's cold out and safe when you're handling venomous critters!"

"The hibernation squad's gonna start eating us out of house and home this month... The food bill's gonna be rough... Eeek!"

"You reckon that's a rabbit on the moon? No way, it's a toad! C'mon, look closer!"

apparently the pareidolic toad in the moon is a Chinese myth! I wonder if they mean to suggest Haru is actually Chinese.

Winter:

"Rounds are quicker in winter since some of the critters hibernate. Makes things a little easie— Why's the kitchen on fire?!"

"Brr... Can't help but get green-eyed looking at the furry critters when it's this cold..."

"Nice and toasty... Hm? I'm talking about Peekaboo! He's better than a hot water bottle in this weather!"

Haru putting Peekaboo on your tummy when you're having cramps or just in pain in general is a cute mental image, especially since Peekaboo likes you lol

"It's cold outside so some of the critters have been sneaking into our rooms at night. You heard Ren scream just now, right?"

Haru's birthday(September 20th):

"It's my birthday?! Oops, totally slipped my mind... Thanks for remembering!"

Your birthday:

"Happy birthday. The Capybus is all yours today—I've got a custom birthday tour all planned out for you!"

New Years:

"Happy New Year! How'd I ring it in? I was milking the cow and when I looked up I'd totally missed the first sunrise! Gahaha!"

Valentine's Day:

"You're kidding, I can really have this?! They say a little sugar helps sweeten a tired day! Thanks a million, this'll keep me going a while!"

White Day:

"Ta-da! I bought you some hand cream, for the chocolate you got me last month. Thanks for everything you do here."

hand cream when you do all of that manual labor and probably have to wash your hands a lot is a really practical gift actually, gg haru

April Fool's Day:

"Can you believe this? Ren got up early, and Towa fed everyone for me! ...Tried to make a joke for April Fools but it just made me feel empty inside..."

Halloween:

"Check it out! The pumpkin Capybus, in town for three days only! I sacrificed sleep and some of our budget to get her ready!"

If it's painted I really hope that paint is waterproof. . .never know when Towa's gonna make it rain. . . .

Christmas:

"Merry Christmas! This is a reindeer, she lives up in the mountains! And I'm Sagara Claus! Gahaha!"

just don't let romeo see it lolol

Idle:

"Hey there, miss! Looking gorgeous as ever! ...Wait, I was kidding! Come back!"

"You seem pretty flat out today... Nothing for it, I'll get a few other things out of the way while I wait for you to get back."

Day or more(?) without logging in:

"Phew, that's a relief... I was worried one of ours ate you... Glad to see you back."

Once again. . .an absolute sweetheart. And a single mother who is desperately in need of some help around the house. That April Fool's line really got me lolol poor guy. All of his have a lot of energy to them so i feel like i posted more than Haku, who's kind of a more low key guy lol. . . .

[noahkahansorangejuice]

Norman Fucking RockWell-a blurb for my main man Rafe Cameron😩. they’re in an argument about wtv you chose and Rafe gets mad and starts breaking stuff, scaring the reader and with a fluffy ending. If you want to, thanks love<3

I was a bit stumped on this but it's okay

What Happened To Us?

Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

Warnings: ANGSTY ANGST...., fluff, yeeting of objects..., bad ending, crying, rafe being scary, topper being bestie, I already said fluff but FLUFFY ENDING

A/n: thank you for requesting this Love 😘😘😘 Also not me staring at the gif for 5 mins straight 🫣 lowk me just tryna figure out the layout of his apt so I know how to get to the bathroom when I move in...it's a joke. No it's not. Also I changed the name of this one like 20 times so....just ignore it if it has a bad name...

You were on the floor crying while Rafe was yelling louder than he ever had before. You were slightly surprised and also relieved you hadn't gotten a noise complaint yet. You were almost entirely positive Rafe hadn't paid any attention to how you looked, a curled up, terrified, shaking mess. You were scared and it was evident in the way you were shying away from every little move he made while yelling at you. You don't even remember why this argument started anymore. All you knew was you wanted to get out of here as soon as possible.

"Why did you do it!? Huh? What? Are you not going to talk now?" He asked too aggressive for your liking.

You just sat there suddenly remembering why this all started in the first place.

at a party earlier that night

––≡––

"Hey, Y/n, right?" A random guy said whilst walking toward you. You didn't recognize him so you thought he must be a touron. Except a touron wouldn't know your name, so who was this?

"Ummm...? Who are you?" You asked wanting to just walk away to find your boyfriend.

"I'm one of Rafe's friends. He told me to come find you." He said suspiciously in a manner you didn't believe. You know all of Rafe's friends, even Barry so him saying this confused you.

What you didn't know was Rafe was watching this encounter thinking you were flirting because from across the room your scared, awkward smile look friendly and inviting, but it wasn't. He thought you were finally trying to find someone better than him after all he's done. What he didn't know was you were occasionally trying to look around for him but didn't succeed at all.

You learned the guy's name is chez. Where he got that name, you're not sure. All you know was you wanted out of there as soon as possible.

You still refused to follow him to Rafe because you didn't know his true intentions. Rafe on the other hand thought he knew your true intentions which weren't true at all.

After you politely denied several times and stated that if Rafe wanted you, he could come get you on his own. Chez didn't like that you didn't want to follow him so he tried to lay a hand on you. You quickly ran away, ironically right into Topper, Rafe's best friend. When you asked if he knew Chez and when he said no you got even more suspicious of him.

"Topper, can you take me home?" You asked, already knew the answer. Topper was like a brother to you, he would do anything to make his 'little sister' happy. Plus he was deemed the DD tonight.

"Yeah, of course. Why? Did something happen with this Chez guy? Or Rafe? What happened, Y/n?" He asked in a kind if rapid-fire manner.

"No, nothing happened, I'm just kinda tired and I want to be home." You say lightly not wanting the interrogation to go on longer than it has.

He just silently agreed and walked you to his truck.

"Did you tell Rafe you were going home?" He asked to make sure his best friend knew he was taking his girlfriend home.

"No, he would've wanted to come with...I just wanted to be alone. Please don't tell him, Top. I'm trusting you for a reason right now." You said quickly, knowing he wouldn't tell rafe anyway if you hadn't already.

"Y/n, I wont, I promise. He won't know." He assured with a hug as he puts his truck in park after arriving at your house.

"Thanks, Top. You're a real one." You say jokingly.

"Of course, Y/n. And I know I'm a real one. You wouldn't like me if I wasn't." He jokes along.

"Who said I like you now?" You continue on with the joke as you unlock your front door while waving goodbye to Topper. "Thanks again, Topper!" You shout lightly while walking in.

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Back to present

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"you were flirting with that guy, huh?!?" He yells at tou once again.

"Rafe-"

"No, let me talk! Who was that? Why were you smiling at him? Tell me!" He screamed loudly at you while shoving one of your favorite vases from a table to the floor. Not one of your favorites now. You flinched. He didn't notice and kept yelling 'tell me' over and over again

"Rafe, listen to me. He was a Creep. Trying to get me to follow h- him because he- he said you were friends and I- I didn't believe him so I kept stalling s- so he would forget why he came to ta- talk to me and then he l- laid a hand on my arm an- and I j- just ran away an- and I asked topper to take me home...I'm sorry." You said through broken sobs and suddenly his violent dark eyes softened.

He immediately kneeled down and hugged me. "Baby, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. It looked like you were enjoying his company because I was kind of preoccupied. I'm so sorry sweetheart. Did I scare you at all?" He asked worried.

You nodded lightly not wanting to move much.

"Aw, baby, I'm so sorry. You wanna go take a shower while I clean up my mess?" He asked while looking at your puffy, tear-stained face. He just wanted to have you relax now.

You nodded again. Still not wanting to move that much but you had to now.

He helped you up and gave you a kiss on the forehead and started to walk away to get the broom.

You slowly got up and walked to the bathroom to take a shower and when you walked out your favorite movie was playing on your TV and a note on your pillow that said:

Dear, Y/n. You have no idea how much I love you. I'm so sorry about scaring you earlier. I'm on the couch. I'll leave you alone for the night. – Yours, Rafe

You read it and wanted him in here immediately but you knew he wouldn't budge if you tried so you just went to bed.

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A Better Ending: Part One

Plot: Sitting alone at a restaurant, you accept your date has stood you up. But before you can leave, someone else decides to join you.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A teeny bit angsty, with some self-doubting/sad thoughts but only for a moment

-Meet-Cute Masterlist-

Words: ~2k

Your eyes flashed to your phone screen again as you nervously fiddled with your water glass, your leg tapping impatiently beneath the table.

'I'll wait five more minutes' you thought to yourself as you glanced around the restaurant.

Your date was now nearly thirty minutes late, and you hadn't received a single message or call from him.

You let out a sigh as you saw your waiter look at you as he walked past, pity obvious in his eyes. He had refilled your glass multiple times, asked if you wanted a starter, offered you a drink, but you refused everything each time and you said you were going to wait.

But the waiting felt more pathetic each minute that passed.

Picking up your phone, you re-read your messages.

'Hey! I'm here, are you close?'

'Did you get lost lol?'

'Are you okay?'

'If something came up let me know, we can reschedule.'

'I'm starting to get worried, are you okay?'

You messaged your friend who had set you up on this blind date, telling her what was happening. She said she'd try to reach him, but you hadn't heard anything yet.

Your mind began to go through all of the options again. He forgot tonight was your date. He got lost. He got in an accident. He decided he didnt want to come and has ghosted you. He showed up, saw you and then left.

'Ouch' you almost winced at the last thought, hurting your own feelings with the possibility.

Feeling your phone buzz, you quickly checked it, and felt your heart drop.

'I'm so sorry Y/n. He's not coming, coward. I'll never forgive him for standing you up like that.'

You sighed softly as you began to type out a reply

'I had a feeling he wasn't gonna show, but I waited anyways. Don't feel bad, it wasn't your fault. Thanks anyways.'

San tapped his fingers on his phone as he looked at his texts. He was left on read, again.

He scoffed as he rolled his eyes softly. He really thought she was interested in him, but he was proven wrong it seems.

The first date went well he thought, though, the more he thought about it, the less interested in him she seemed, and more in the fancy date he offered.

He had never been stood up before, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It wasn't like anyone knew, but, a man sitting alone at a dinner table for twenty minutes would probably make it obvious.

Looking around, his eyes cast over the various couples and groups in the restaurant, before landing on someone sitting alone.

You were staring into space, phone under hand. He had noticed you earlier, you were here when he got here. Had you been alone the whole time? Did you also get stood up?

As his waiter walked past, he stopped him "This might be an odd question, but, have they been alone the whole time they've been here?"

The waiter glanced over to where San was referencing and the guy frowned "Yeah, they said they were waiting for someone but I think they got stood up."

San frowned, looking over at you "They're not the only one."

The waiter rose his brow at this and shook his head "Two in one night, wow."

San watched you for a moment, seeing you check your phone, before your face fell. He had a feeling he knew exactly what you were going through in that moment.

How could someone stand you up though? You were gorgeous. Bad boyfriend? Bad friends?

Watching as you texted someone, your face knit with disappointment, San suddenly felt the urge to tell you he knew how you felt. Maybe you could rant about your bad dates together? Or was he just being crazy?

After setting your phone down, you leaned your head back a bit and let out a sigh. Should you say screw it and order some food and eat alone, or just go home?

Admitting defeat, you reached down to grab your bag, wondering how embarrassing it was going to be to ask for a bill for four glasses of water.

Seeing someone sit down across from you, you looked up startled.

San felt his heart thump heavily in his chest as you looked up and met his eyes. You froze, and San thought that time stopped for a moment.

As one of the most attractive men you've ever seen sat down in front of you and smiled, you felt your whole body freeze.

This was not your blind ate. He looked nothing like your blind date, at least not from the photo your friend sent you.

"Uhm." You managed to let out, obviously uncertain of what was happening.

He lifted his hands and let out a chuckle "I know you're confused, but I'll explain."

You sat up slowly, eyeing him carefully. "Okay?"

He smiled, obviously a bit embarrassed "I've been sitting over there waiting for my date, who decided to never show." You felt your heart jump at this.

"I noticed you when I first showed up, and I also noticed you've been alone the whole time and I was wondering if maybe..the same thing happened to you?"

You nodded your head "Yeah, he ghosted me."

San closed his eyes and let out a hiss "I was left on read."

You winced a bit, feeling the pain, before you suddenly felt a bit amused "So, you saw me, guessed I was going through the same thing and decided to...?"

"Save us both from the embarrassment of eating alone at a romantic restaurant?" He said with a laugh and you couldn't help but smile in return.

The way his eyes wrinkled and his dimples showed when he smiled gave you butterflies.

"Well that was a nice thought." You said softly, your tone shy, yet amused.

Seeing your waiter come up to your table, you wondered what he was going to think, before he smiled over at San.

"I was wondering where you went." He looked over at you and grinned "Would you like to order now?"

"Uh-" you looked at San who met your eyes, rose his brow and smiled "Sure" You gave in and he smile a bit wider.

After you both ordered some food San leaned in a little bit "Do you know why your date ghosted you?"

You shook your head as you sipped on your drink "No idea, he ignored my messages, I had to hear it from the friend who set us up."

His face contorted to anger as he shook his head "Coward."

You giggled "That's what my friend said."

"And they're right."

You tried to ignore the way your heart was beating, and the heat rising up your neck "What about you?"

He shrugged "I don't know. This would have been our second date. I thought the first one went well, but I guess not. I think maybe she was just in it for the fancy dates, and this did not meet her expectations." He said looking around.

You scoffed "This place has great food, shes missing out."

He smiled, his voice rising in agreement "Right?"

You looked around "I wonder if that's why my date didn't show...I picked this place, maybe it wasn't up to his standards either." You shrugged "That's a better reason than the one I was torturing myself with anyways."

San raised his brow and tilted his head "What do you mean?"

You suddenly felt a bit embarrassed as you twirled your glass slowly in your hands "I thought maybe he did show up, but then he saw me, and left."

San felt his gut twist at this. How could you think that? You were one of the most attractive people he'd seen. Exactly his type. He couldn't imagine anyone reacting that way to you.

He shook his head "No way."

You gave him a curious gaze and he smiled softly "There's no way he came. Because if he showed up and saw you, he would have come in, definitley."

You felt your face get hot and you hoped it wasn't noticeable. You looked down at your glass shyly and smile "Thank you, that's nice of you to say."

San smiled amused at the way you reacted to his comment "I'm not just saying it though, I mean it." He said softly, and as sincerely as he could, and the way your eyes looked up to meet his made his heart skip a beat.

You were obviously stunned by his comments and it made him think you weren't used to them. What a shame.

Not wanting you to get too uncomfortable he smiled "I didn't ask your name."

You swallowed, clearly glad of the change of subject, though you were still effected by his comments. "Oh, it's Y/n"

He smiled "I'm San."

"It's nice to meet you San."

"And you Y/n." He said in return, as you both smiled, shy giggles leaving you both as your heart hammered in your chests.

You had decided, about half way through your dinner with San, that even if your blind date had showed, you wouldn't have felt like this.

It turned out you and San had a great deal in common, similar interests, hobbies, and dreams. If you had met some other way, there was no way you wouldn't be friends.

But there was also a growing attraction, that you were sure you would not have felt with the man who ghosted you. You hoped San was feeling the same things you were. The way he acted, and looked at you said he did, but maybe that's just you being hopeful.

When your waiter finally brought the bill, you reached for it, but San grabbed it faster. You met his eyes with amusement and surprise.

"Allow me."

"No, are you sure? I'm okay with paying for mine." You said as you reached out your hand and he just shook his head.

"Take it as a thank you."

"A thank you?"

"For saving me from eating alone."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you."

"You're welcome." He said with a brazen tone and cheeky smile as he handed the bill and his card to the waiter who had come back over.

You scoffed in amusement before you fully laughed, making him chuckle.

San walked you to your car, and you had the growing realization that you might never see him again. Would he say yes if you asked if you could? Would he decline?

As you stopped by your car and faced him and smiled "I had a great time, thank you."

He grinned and nodded "I did too."

"I hope the girl you were supposed to take out regrets it."

He chuckled "And I hope the guy who stood you up learns just how much he missed out on."

Your ears burned a bit hotter at this, and you giggled under your breath. You wondered again, if he would say yes to seeing you again, but it seemed he had the same thought.

"Would you want to have dinner with me again?" he asked you with a soft voice and a shy, endearing smile.

Your heart skipped a beat as you nodded "I'd love to."

He beamed at you before tilting his head "No standing each other up?"

You shook your head fervently "Definitely not."

He chuckled "Good."

After you exchange phone numbers, San reached out and took your hand and you held your breath. Bringing it up to his face, San pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand before he smiled shyly at you.

"As mean as it might sound, I'm glad you got stood up."

You laughed, but knew what he meant with his comment. "I can say the same."

He grinned before he slowly let your hand go "Goodnight Y/n. Until next time."

You nodded and smiled softly "Yes, until next time."

xx

Kind of an odd ending, but I always suck at them lol so sorry.

-Part Two-

Taglist: @bubblesreplies, @halesandy, @why-am-i-sad

[ronearoundblindly]

Hit By Fate

a Steve Rogers x Reader life lesson

[This is my own entry for my 1-1-1 Challenge, but also is a very belated gift fic for @itickledthesleepingdragon. May we all remember that we are worth care and consideration!💜] WC 2365

Recommended links: Habibi Through The Years--The Old Guard fandom, Joe/Nicky (Ao3) Invaluable--Star Wars fandom, dad!Obi-Wan

Summary: It's just an accident, and you're totally fine. One handsome man, however, does not agree.

It’s not their fault; it’s just bad luck.

You should have texted to confirm this morning, but since Syd told you she’d text you if anything changed, you didn’t want to pry. Your friends make enough fun of you already for never coming out. You didn’t want to give them one more story in their long list of times you bailed. They already think you’re allergic to fun, so tonight you were going to show them.

You’d rushed to the restaurant after work. You even woke up early to do your hair before work so that you’d still look nice. You brought a purse to transfer your wallet and keys and makeup into so as not to carry your much larger work bag around. You even drank less water the entire afternoon so you wouldn’t be rushing to the restroom and slowing down your cross-city commute.

But then you arrived and there was no reservation.

Not under anyone’s name.

The hostess seemed outstandingly indifferent to your situation. You stepped aside for other patrons, sneaking peeks through the wonky glass dividers to catch a glimpse of your friends at a table maybe, and you texted one.

>>Hey.

<<Whaddup? Tiff replies.

>>You guys here yet?

<<Where?

You give the name of the restaurant and feel your guts crash to the polished wood floor.

<<We were there earlier. Yeah. Why?

Your hands start to shake with anxiety and a touch of rage.

>>I thought we were meeting at 7

The dots show up and disappear. The hostess huffs, staring at you while striking through a line on her paper. You’re blocking one of four total doors to enter the building, but apparently, that’s still taking up too much space.

<<Syd and Karol got off at 4 so we just had drinks early

<<TGIF

<<On a pub crawl now

They know you still work tomorrow. They know you likely would barely drink at dinner. You know exactly why no one would bother asking you if you could get out of work early, and you know they would not try any spontaneous fun for your first time out in months. They didn’t ask because they knew you’d say ‘no,’ or even worse, they knew you’d say ‘yes’ but be uncomfortable the entire time.

You try to call Syd, a last-ditch effort to get a lock on just how drunk or how far away they are. You tell yourself that if they are close and seem relatively coherent (and if the bar serves some small plates of something because you are hungry) then you’ll go. You will absolutely go.

Syd doesn’t pick up. You try Karol. No dice.

Fine. You turn to ask the hostess if there is space at the bar to eat, but she looks at you with such annoyance and a raised finger while she handles a couple who clearly out-rank you in some way.

Defeated, you leave instead.

This whole thing has taken so little time that you’d have to wait another ten minutes for the next bus back. You just walk, staring down at your phone, willing one of them to talk to the other, willing one of them to realize they’ve left you behind.

Do they even care that they’ve done it? Are they even your friends anymore?

The sad part is that you don’t go out much, but these are the friends you go out with the most. It just so happens that’s a few times a year, and that is you trying. This is you pushing yourself.

It’s not good enough.

Just as the WALK sign lights up at the street corner, the dots show back up under Syd’s message, and you shove it closer to your face.

You don’t see it coming.

A cab’s bumper smacks your left leg and bats you sideways. The solid hit feels like a tumble on the ice rink. It spins you, your phone flying out of your hands, and you’re scrambling not to fall. Your muscles tense every which way that’s not natural, probably looking klutzy.

You shoot back up too fast and look around, wondering if people are staring at you now, but the few other people crossing simply walk on by.

The cabbie only rolls down his window.

“You okay?”

Not actively concerned. Not getting out of the car. Not even apologizing.

But if you’d kept walking, you’d be across already. If you weren’t just standing there, the cab would be able to turn and so would the several others behind him.

One honks.

“Fine,” you say quietly, waving him on for emphasis and stepping back to find your phone.

All the effort of the day, all the preparation mentally and physically, and you are stranded on the wrong side of the road, exactly where you started, metaphorically and near-actually run over.

You have to crouch down by the curb and pray your phone didn’t slide into the gutter, wincing at a particular angle that shoots pain up your left thigh. Maybe you aren’t fine.

“Miss?” a tentative, low voice calls above a classic pair of Converses on the sidewalk. “Think this is yours.”

A man in glasses and a ball cap hands your phone back, the screen mercifully intact.

It’s such a tiny blessing in this string of unfortunate events.

The breath you take turns into a whimper and ends in a sniffle. Tears sting your eyes as you start to think about what happened—what really happened—in the past minute.

“Thank you,” you choke out, snatching the device. The gesture seems aggressive after the fact. “Sorry. Thank you,” you try again.

“You okay?” How the same two words can sound so different from two people, you’ll never know, but the difference floors you harder than the car’s impact.

With the utmost care, the stranger’s hands lightly touch your shoulders and guide you out of the road.

“I’m fine.” You’re an automated recording, retreating to a quiet and lonelier space in your mind. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

“You got hit by a car,” he says bluntly.

“No, just a—“ you look up into the man’s face, his blond hair, his blue eyes, his strong jaw, his height “—graze.”

“Yeah, you got grazed by four thousand pounds.”

“You’re…” All you can do is point at Captain America’s chest and blink.

He frowns and whispers. “You recognize me?”

Somehow that’s the strange part?

“Shoot. The glasses usually work. Don’t…please don’t make a big deal, but I…I’m sorry I couldn’t pull you out of the way.”

Steve Rogers buries his hands in his jean pockets, folding himself more into the cover of his hoodie and leather jacket.

“You wanted to help me?” you croak.

He ticks his head in confusion, respectfully indicating that you’ve asked the one and only dumb question known to mankind.

“Why?”

You don’t even know what you’re asking about now. Why me? Why today? Why now? Why not? You don’t notice your hands are shaking until he grips them gently.

“I can take you to the hospital,” he offers.

“I’m fine.” The repeat earns you another frown. “I’m not…hurting,” you clarify.

“That’s called shock, sweetheart.”

Steve seems to catch himself and sighs.

“Sorry. What I mean to say is let’s find you some water and somewhere to sit, okay? I’ll check you out then.”

You nod immediately. He’s only half-turned when Steve spins back around.

“Not check you out check you out,” he mumbles, “just like a once over. No, not…” he sighs harder. “I am going to make sure you are alright.” Every word is strategically emphasized.

He leads you to the nearest bench. His head stays down the entire way to a newspaper stand to buy you a bottle of water.

You can tell by the way Steve monitors every move of the bottle to your lips that he fights doing it for you. From his overly attentive posture, you’re surprised he waits a whole minute to ask how you feel yet again.

Still stunned, honestly, but it’s not just your left leg that aches, it’s your whole body. That seems too pathetic to admit aloud, but if you say the ‘fine’-word one more time, he’ll surely carry you to the dang ER. He has that look.

Instead, you admit, “I’m hungry.”

A smile blossoms over his features. “I can help with that.”

The boyish glee with which Steve Rogers walks you (gingerly) to a nearby, hole-in-the-wall pizza parlor is endearing. You’re not a patient for those minutes, and when he orders for you both (there are three lines on the board and that’s the menu) while you claim a teeny tiny booth, you’re not a victim of your day.

When he tells you how he found this place originally, how it’s almost like the pizza he remembers from long ago but better, you’re not alone anymore.

“Were you going to get food when…” Steve trails off.

Maybe it’s the shock wearing too thin to mask the rest. Maybe it’s the hot cheese warming your insides and melting your anger. You spend the next ten minutes blabbing about what happened with your friends and explaining what you were doing when the cab hit you.

“So you weren’t even okay before the car?”

His words throw you for a loop.

“No, I mean, it was just a misunder—“

“You’re doing it again,” he cuts in. “You’re diminishing you in the picture.”

You take a long swig of your soda while staring blankly at him. You watch Steve realize you aren’t even going to impose on him for an explanation. He drops his slice on the plate and holds out his huge hands as props.

“The whole picture of your day, right?” His arms are wide, then he points at things on the table. “You told me about Syd and why it’s ‘fine’ that she changed plans for her own convenience. About Tiffany and Carly—“

“Karol,” you sputter mid-sip.

“Carol, right, sorry. Everyone has a -y in their names now. I just assumed.”

“Karol with a -k,” you add.

Steve…ponders whether that’s some sort of joke before waving his hands to regroup. “You told me how your other friends—using that term loosely—rationalize leaving you to eat or even navigate the city alone—“

“I don’t need a chaperone.”

“Debatable,” he chuckles. “And then you tell me about how the cab driver probably didn’t need the hassle of dealing with some minor injury he inflicted on—and I quote—‘someone.’”

His eyebrow pops up over the rim of his glasses as if that will drive his point home, but you’ve got nothing.

“Where are you in the picture?” he finally blurts. “It’s your time and your effort and your body and your safety, and you just told me everyone else is more important. They all deserve consideration before you in your own life. Including some driver who could have killed you!”

He’s getting visibly agitated the more he talks, and you shrink in the seat, not out of fear but out of guilt for taking an evening of Captain America’s time to yourself. If your friends couldn’t even stand to spend a meal with you, it makes sense that Steve would be annoyed with your company.

“Wait, there,” he points directly at your face, “what was that thought? What did you just think?”

“I—I’m sorry I—“

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Steve asks bluntly.

He must see your eyes glisten with more unshed tears because his whole body visibly softens.

“You showed up at the place you all agreed on—“ he counts on his fingers “—at the time you were told, and walked across a street with right of way.” He does what you are beginning to think of as his signature sigh. “Am I missing something?”

All you can do is chew on your bottom lip.

It takes you what feels like an eternity to notice. “I could have really been hurt,” you mumble finally. “That’s not okay.”

Steve stretches his long arm across the tiny table, opening his palm to await yours.

“I hate to tell you this. You don’t have to be torn open to be ‘really hurt,’ sweetheart.” This time he says the nickname with firm intention. He squeezes your hand. “Now, I’d appreciate it if you’d come to the infirmary with me and get some industrial-grade salve on what’s sure to be a nasty bruise.”

You smile sadly, still pushing away errant thoughts that you’re imposing on the Captain.

“And by the time that’s over…it’ll be time for a late-night dessert before I take you home.”

In the fluorescent light, you can see him blush fiercely.

“As an escort—escort you,” he corrects, “to your door, I mean. For safety.”

He shrugs uncomfortably to adjust his layers of disguise, hanging his head, this time to hide his face from you.

“If you ever wondered why I’d go out to pizza alone,” Steve whispers, “wonder no longer.”

He scoots across his side of the booth to stand.

You think for a long moment.

This is important. This is one of the most important men in the country—nay, the world—begging you to be the protagonist in your own life. He wants you to want that.

You deposit the last grease-crumpled napkin onto the stacked plates and clear your throat. “I like this picture,” you say first, but it’s not enough. It’s not loud enough. It doesn’t hold weight or take up its due space.

You try again.

“I like being in this picture.”

He’s tall and his gleaming white teeth are perfect and his bright blue eyes are framed by long lashes and he’s staring right at you. How could you not shoot your shot?

“I’d—“ you fight the urge to look away “—consider seeing a sequel, too.”

Steve pushes up his fake glasses and nods, still pink in the cheeks. His hesitation reads as shy, not polite, not dutiful.

He juts out an average, hoodie-covered elbow for you to balance on.

“S’pose that means I should know your name, miss, and what your favorite flavor of ice cream is.”

Ro's 1-1-1 Challenge Details

A/N: In case you were wondering, the life lesson I wrote Steve Rogers teaching us is one that I constantly struggle with, too. This is an everyday, uphill battle to recognize our own worth and know that taking care of ourselves is not selfish. I hope this serves as a wee reminder!

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[marcellaasblog]

Best friends and nothing more.

Main masterlist

Part 2

Best friend Eddie x best friend reader

Summary: Being in love with your best friend is hard to deal with especially when they are dating someone that's not you.

Warnings : ANGST!, little bit of fluff ,18+

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You never thought being in love would bring you so much sadness and anger.we have always been taught that being loved or in love is a good feeling to feel so why did it hurt so much when you loved Eddie?

Why did he make you feel like this?

.

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Eddie met his girlfriend beth back in his first senior Year and from then they were inseparable. You were happy for Eddie that he was happy , you were just sad that it couldn't be you to make him happy like that.

Their was nothing wrong with beth she was amazing,sweet,kind,smart and funny and on top of that also a huge nerd ,so you see why Eddie fell for her she everything in one package.

Their was no way you could hate her .

Right?

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You missed your best friend so much, him and beth have been strong for 3 years now and you don't see him leaving her.

He never had time for you now that he's graduated and has a full-time job and is 24/7 with Beth,I mean you get it but you just missed your best friend and you needed his full attention now.

You:hey! You wanna hang out tonight its Friday so why not bring back the old movie night Fridays?

Eddie: hell yes! I have some exciting news to tell you anyways. I'll be their around 8 I promise, I Love you .🖤

You:Great! I'll see you then, I love you too ♥️

Yes. finally you get your best friend All to yourself.

.

Eddie did as he promised he slowed up with a full bags of snacks and exciting news for you and a shit tone of beer.

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"okay wait so your tell me beth grandma was flirting with you?" You threw your head back listening to Eddie's stories he had from earlier when he went to go meet beth parents.

"dude I'm telling you she was all up on me ,she squeezed my arm and said I was a strong Young man." Eddie said as he chugs his beer flexing his arm.

You open up your 6ths beer of tonight as you catch a glimpse of Eddie's stuffing his face with Chinese takeaway. You and him make eye contact with each other .

Eddie giggle as he sees you eyeing him "what?you want some?" He hands you the container.

"not right now." You gulp the small pit in your throat as you face the tv trying to keep your eyes off of your best friend.

"okay." Eddie scrunches his brows together as he sets down his food on the coffee table.he moves closer towards you as he covers you and him with the blanket he got you when you were 15.

You smiled at Eddie as he learns his head on your shoulder."Thank you for coming night I missed you alot." You whispered into Eddie's ear .

He smiles at you has be squeezes your thighs "hey I was not about to turn down a movie night with the second most important women in my life.

Ouch....

Second really?

You were always his first.

You smile up at him as you take a small glace at him before turning your attention back to the tv.

your already buzzed , you felt relaxed and calm ,you knew it was a bad time to tell Eddie about your feelings,but no way in hell you would be able to tell him sober.you turn your attention to Eddie patting his shoulder to get his attention.

"I love you Eddie you know that? You asked as you smiles at Eddie's flustered face.

"I love you to sweetheart."

"no not like that Eddie, I mean I love you love you" you paused trying to catch your words before saying anything "you know more the a friend."

Eddie's eyes expand as his face went still.

"what did you say?" He asked

"i- I love y-ou so much Eddie I love you in a way you would never love me back and im sorry I'm telling you this la-" before you could finish Eddie stop's you.

"hey y/n just stop please don't say another word." Eddie rubs his forehead before looking up at your glossy eyes.

"No! Please listen to me ed-"

"STOP JUST STOP IT PLEASE Y/N!

You feel bad for telling Eddie this while he is in a relationship so you stop wanting to head him out .

"look I don't want to hurt your feelings baby cause you mean so much to me but-" he paused. "Remember that good news I needed to tell you?"

You nod

Eddie leta out a deep breath.

"I proposed to beth last weekend I'm gonna marry her.

Oh....

" look i love you sweetie I really do, but I'm also in love with beth and want to spend the rest of my life with her."

The room goes silent as you let your thoughts roam around in your insecurities

.

"I should go im so sorry y/n, I don't wanna hurt you,so I think it's best for me to leave." Eddie grabs his jacket from the coat wrack as he opens the door whipping his tears away. You stare at him not knowing what to say .

Your best friend looks back at you "I love you and I hope you understand." He quickly makes it out of the house slamming the door shut on his way out .

You stay their silent for a while as you stared at the door waiting for this to be a joke waiting for Eddie to come back into the house confessing his feelings for you.

He didn't

And he never will.

[holylulusworld]

Best night of your life

Summary: You get the offer of your life. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Plussized!Reader, Implied former Helmut Zemo x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: a lil angst, unrequited feelings (kinda), cocky Bucky, teasing, open ending

“I hope you don’t hold a grudge against me now, Y/N,” he nervously stuffs his hands into the pockets of his slacks. A habit you always hated about him.

You hold back a huff. Of course, you hold a grudge against the man fooling you for months. He pretended to be interested in everything you have to say, only to reveal he wanted your help to get close to your friend.

Or rather frenemy. Margaret and you never got along. She’s a prissy woman, jealous of your wit and spark. Even though she’s beautiful and every man cranes his neck when she walks into a room, she’s jealous of you.

“Why would I hold a grudge against you,” you snap at him. “You never once mentioned that you want to have a relationship with me.” You batt your eyelashes to push the tears away. For once, you had hoped you will be the one getting the attention of the man you like.

It’s not that you are deeply in love with Baron Zemo, but he was smart, eloquent and you loved talking to him about books, and politics. 

“I thought you took it to heart that I asked your friend Margaret out,” Zemo replies, ever the gentleman he offers redemption and to introduce you to one of his friends. He looks a little disappointed as you wave him off.

“I knew that you would go for the pretty face. No man goes for the woman he talks to for hours. You don’t want an equal partner. All you want, Sir, is a pretty little thing on your arm.”

He swallows thickly at your words. “That’s not…true.” 

“Oh? It isn’t,” you chuckle lightly. “Please excuse my words then. Congratulations on your blooming relationship with Margaret.” He releases a shuddery breath as you glare at him. “She’s the right kind of dull. Not smart enough to follow your conversations with your friends, but at least she can walk upright.”

“Y/N!” he gasps audibly. Helmut Zemo is not used to a woman standing their ground. Well, he messed with the wrong woman this time. “How can you say such a thing?” 

“Don’t worry. She’s pretty enough to distract anyone to realize she’s a numb nut.” You turn around and walk toward the bar to get a drink. It takes anything in you to not storm off or make a scene.

“What a woman, huh?” Bucky pats Baron Zemo’s shoulder. “A fiery little thing. So feisty, wild, and damn, look at that plump ass. I’d like to have a taste of that ass.”

“Mr. Barnes,” Zemo clears his throat. He doesn’t want to get into a fight with Bucky Barnes, leader of one of the most dangerous criminal organizations. “How are you today?”

“Better than you are my friend,” Bucky smirks darkly. “Damn it, why did I never see that pretty face before? She has fire in her eyes, and I bet the noises she makes for the right man are more than illegal.”

“Hey sugar plum. Do you come her often?” You roll your eyes at the bad pick-up line. “I saw you talk to Zemo earlier. It seemed like you had a disagreement with him.”

“Why would this be any of your business?”

“This is my party, at my house,” Bucky stands behind you to whisper in your ear. “I can’t let a pretty lady have a bad time at my home. Don’t you think?”

“That so?” You coo. “How do you intend on changing my mood then?”

“I’m a master at giving a woman a good time.” Oh, he gets cocky. “I love giving a dame a good time. How about we start with a drink, and see how the night plays out?”

You look at Zemo and purse your lips. He’s watching you and your host interact with darkened eyes and you decide to have some fun tonight. “I think your guest doesn’t like that you pay so much attention to me.”

“I don’t give a single fuck.” 

“Our watcher does,” you chuckle darkly. “He’s the kind of man going for some other girl only to get jealous when someone else gives the girl he doesn’t want attention.

He moves his hands to your waistline, squeezing your flesh to provoke Zemo even further. Bucky dips his head to look Helmut straight in the eyes as he whispers to you. “Have you ever had the best night of your life?” He rasps.

“I don’t know.” Two can play a game. You stick your ass out a little to brush against his crotch, earning a growl from the man behind you. 

“If you can’t say yes immediately, it means you didn’t have the night of your life yet. But we can fix this,” he presses his prominent erection into your plump ass. “You could have it. With me, doll…”

>> Part 2

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[mariposa-writes]

Good Sleep - LaMelo Ball

Summary: hate writing these, so just read and find out.

A/N: This man is the love of my life (and his brothers).

It was hard, dating an NBA player. Not that it was Melo's fault. He tried to make things as easy as possible. He called whenever he could, making sure to at least check in on me once a day.

It wasn't like I made things any easier. I took a lot of pride in my job and it felt like a lot of the time when he was home, I was busy working.

Which is what I am currently doing. Its around midnight, when I hear the garage open, I know it's Melo. His team was supposed to get back earlier tonight, but their flight got delayed due to weather.

After a few minutes he enters our room. I moved in with him a 6 months ago, since I practically lived there full time anyways. We both also thought it would be a good way to spend more time together.

"Hey, babe." He says walking over to me and giving me a quick kiss on the lips. He heads into our bathroom, getting ready to shower. He hates how he feels after plane rides, always complaining about being dirty. "What are you working on?" He calls from the bathroom.

"Just work stuff." I respond, not having the time to explain. I have to have these reports ready by Monday. I'm a CFO for a major clothing company in the US. We are currently working on expanding to European countries.

Melo showers while I work and before I know it he's climbing into bed. "Babe," He whines, "when are you going to bed?"

"I don't know, soon." I answer, dismissively. He frowns, looking up at me from where he's laying.

"You work to hard. Your not even 22 and your the CFO for a major company. I worry you're gonna work yourself to death." Melo's always hated how hard I work. We've been dating since we were both 19.

I was getting ready to graduate college, when he was getting drafted into the NBA. Being born a genius helped me fast track my schooling and career.

I started interning with the company I currently work at when I was 17, the summer after my junior year. I started working with them when they were just a start up, but in the past four years they have rapidly grown and I've been a part of the process the whole way.

This company is like my baby and I'm the one that has to track everything to make sure we are achieving our goals. I never intended on working here this long, but I love the people I work with (the pay isn't bad either).

They promoted me to CFO when their old one left to work for a bigger company. What an idiot, they didn't have believe in the company and soon ours will be bigger than the one they are working for.

Three hours later and I'm still working, Melo's passed out. After he fell asleep I headed to the office he set up for me, not wanting to wake him.

I have a blanket wrapped around me, with my headphones in and a cup of hot chocolate sitting on the desk. Once I get this done, I'll be on Monday and present to our investors I will be on vacation for the next 9 days.

I haven't told Melo yet, wanting to surprise him since our schedules rarely line up.

I look up from my computer, when I see the hallway light turn on. I take my headphones out, knowing it's Melo. He walks into my office, frowning. "Babe, go to bed." He groans.

"Ok, just give me a few minutes."

"Nope, you always say that and then a few minutes turn into another hour or two and then you're only getting like 2 hours of sleep before you head into the office." He walks over and shuts my laptop, before pulling me out of the chair.

I whine and protest the whole way back to our bed, but he doesn't seem to care. He makes me lay down and tucks me in like I'm a little kid, before climbing in bed next to me.

Once he's in bed his, arm wraps around my waist as he pulls me closer resting his head on my stomach. "Finally, I can sleep now."

"You've been asleep this whole time." I argue.

"Yea, but now I'll get good sleep. I only get good sleep when you're with me." I smile, even though he can't see me. I continue playing with his hair, before we both drift of to sleep in each other's arms.

[mymreaderlibrary]

Hey buddy, gotta say, fucking LOVE your old man yaoi post with price and reader. It's also one of my favorite things and shit if you'd like could you write more about them? Like I need these two old men to finally own up and kiss damnit 😭

I wanted to get this out way earlier but ANYWAYS IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT AAAAGHHGH I honestly wanted to write about it a lil more but I wasn’t sure. I hope this is good, no beta cause I’m a looney toons of a writer who’s stubborn as hell.

[old friends to lovers, slight angst, injury ment, laswell is so fuckin annoyed by being the only smart person, use of y/n though they’re kinda treated more like an oc sorry, the ramblings continue]

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They didn't speak of the night before, but they honestly didn't have to. Y/n and Price could tell their feelings were mutual, or at least stronger than a typical friendship, but instead they chose to be stopped by an invisible road block.

For y/n it was the feeling of lost time. They weren't young anymore, they didn't have the energy nor time for things like relationships and... well he wasn't sure if Price would want to be stuck with an old fart like himself. Price aged in a way that'd make any man jealous meanwhile y/n? Not so much. He was greying, his bones ached more often than not, he spent half of his time drinking shitty liquor that made his teeth reek, and, as much as he hates to admit it, he's just not handsome anymore. Price deserved to be with someone who still had life to them. Maybe a spunky military gal who could keep him on his toes or private operative with an infinite list of missions to complete. What he didn't need, however, was someone who already had their chance and wasted it. Y/n should've told him just how much Price meant to him, how much he envied the people who got to stay by his side. He should've searched for him, got on his hands and knees and begged to come with. Convince whoever had them separated to change their mind. He didn't care if he still went through the same pain he did when he was alone, if he had to amputate his own damn leg again, or deal with the loss of his parents one more time. As long as he could've done it by Price's side he would've been happy or at the very least satisfied. But that was the past and the current y/n could never catch up to the man Price had become.

However for Price it was guilt. He remembered the days that y/n and him felt invincible. Like every little thing was just a stepping stone in their grand journey to glory. No matter the pain they persevered, found solutions where others would've given up, made names for themselves amongst crowds of soldiers all baring the same purpose. Too bad those names couldn't stop them from being split up, from losing their friends, their families, from being sent all across the world with no way of knowing if the other was even alive. Those names couldn't stop y/n from losing his entire calf... (Price hated that he only knew of his friends injury due a rumor involved with y/n's discharge). Y/n shouldn't even be here, his time in the military was over, he paid his penance, he should be at home watching tv on a leather couch with a beer in hand. Nothing on the mind but whatever sore loser couldn't figure out tonight's Jeopardy categories. But no, Price had to go and drag him out from retirement, right back onto the front lines. Straight back into trouble. Even if he wasn't on the field that didn't mean he was away from risk. His mere association with the 141 planted a target on his back that wouldn’t be removed by simply walking away. Price didn't feel he deserved y/n's affection not when all he ever did was put him in danger.

So they both stayed like that, infinitely stubborn, hellishly avoidant, and not nearly as sly as they thought. The 141 didn't have a full understanding of what was going on between the two, but they could tell there was some unfinished business. Gaz thought maybe one of them slighted the other and neither have taken the step to apologize for it. Soap thought y/n perhaps betrayed Price and that's why he's missing part of his leg. Ghost had... almost the right idea, thinking there was a strange tinge of romantic tension between the two though he assumed it was from something like a love triangle. Maybe y/n and Price loved the same woman and had some unfinished rivalry? Regardless, it was not his problem so much as it didn’t effect the mission.

Laswell however, she knew. She wouldn't have the position she did if information like this just flew past her radar. She knew of their history, she saw how they reacted to one another. Laswell wasn't blind for god's sake, in fact she felt like the only one with eyes at the moment. She wasn't so crass as to demand them to make up and get it over with, but having no one to complain to was definitely testing her patience. Instead she stuck to subtly, casually chatting with Price about y/n and dropping questions in regards to their past missions together and how close they were, hoping to make some wheels turn in his rusted head. She wasn't gonna do more than that however, they were two grown men and if they couldn’t figure it out that was their problem. Could they just be a little more subtle though?

It took until a, quite literally, explosive scenario for them to finally get it together. A bullet had gotten lodged into Price's shoulder after an enemy made a lucky shot. It was far from the worst thing the Captain had faced but it still wasn't great, hurt like a bitch for one. And secondly it seemed to send y/n into a spiral. He was practically fuming when Price got back, going on some sort of rant about hygiene and wound care. Y/n demanded to be the one to dress Price's shoulder with a tone that had the others knowing they were not invited to watch unless they wanted to join in on the incoming lecture. And lecture he did, through the whole process Price could barely get a word in. Y/n paced and raved, threw his arms in the air and even knocked over supplies on accident. He was a complete mess and it wasn't until y/n was literally out breath that the Captain could finally speak.

An explanation of what happened was given, it was just luck (bad luck in regards to Price) that he got hit. This wasn’t overly common and the team knew how to deal with these wounds. Everything was okay, it was going to be fine. This just came with the job, risks were inevitable.

They were quiet, looking at each other and letting the silence permeate the room. Price reached his hand out to touch y/n’s but was caught off guard as the other man suddenly leaned it. Knocking his head against Price’s good shoulder and breathing heavily, y/n shuddered a silent cry. A plead for Price to be safe. Whatever false version of safety he could promise, just please don’t die out there.

The Captain raised his outstretched hand to cup the back of y/n’s head, running a thumb over the stubbled hair. Letting his hand slide to his face and pushing him back just an inch.

Another moment of silence. Hearts beating like rabbits.

“You gonna actually do something or do I-“

Price shut him up as quickly as he could. It was clumsy, a bit shaky, and definitely desperate, but the moment their lips touched it felt like pure ecstatic relief. Relief that this was finally happening, relief that the invisible barrier they built around each other was so weak, but mostly relief that those moments, all those touches and lingering stares weren’t for nothing.

They breathed in each others scent, something they’ve come to know so well and yet in this moment it felt brand new, and infinitely stronger. The spice of a cigar, the sting of sweat, and- oh right, sterile wipes. Price was left to chuckle awkwardly and y/n backed away. Any childish excitement felt would have to wait but at the very least they had this.

[masonmyluv]

Part 6

A/N: things are getting interesting 🙈 Also thank you for the support 🫶🏼

Warnings: cursing, fighting, grinding

The grades were posted

We did amazing 🤩

You ignored his texts as you got ready to go clubbing. Maybe he was right, you should go out more and meet new guys. You've been single since forever. You picked your most sexy dress, did your make up. You didn't even feel bad for the unfinished homework that you left on your desk. Fuck it, you're not introverted.

——

"Not possible" Fermin gasped.

"What?" Gavi asked. "Y/N. She's here" he said, his eyes following you around the club. "Don't do something stupid" Gavi warned. "I'm not" Fermin said, but he was determined to talk to you one way or another.

——

You were currently at the bar, ordering a new drink when a slimy guy appeared next to you. "Hello beautiful" he slurred. "Don't ignore me sweetheart, I can make you feel really good" he said, his arm touching yours. "Get the fuck away from her" you turned around, surprised to see Fermin dressed in a plain black t-shirt and white pants. He was looking hotter than ever. "I said get away from her" Fermin said, pushing the guy away. "Alright man. If you're the desperate for some pussy" he groaned, moving on to the next girl at the bar.

"I don't need you" you said when Fermin turned to look at you. "You're wearing that dress expecting guys to not try to have their way with you" Fermin spat. "I don't need your protection, López" you said. "And I definitely don't want to argue with you right now" you added, pushing past him into the mass of people. "Fuck what's this girl doing to me?" Fermin asked himself, before catching your hand and pulling you back against. Your back against his chest, his hand on your hip. "Let me go" you hissed. "Can't. Half these guys want to fuck you" he said, wrapping an arm protectively around you. "Are you one of those?" you sighed, already fed up with the situation. "I'd rather take you on a date, sweetheart" he whispered into your ear. He wasn't going to let you go soon, so you tried to tease him. You started moving your hips on his crotch to the rhythm. "What are you doing?" He hissed, growing hard underneath you. "Dancing" you simply replied. He groaned, his breath hitting your neck. "Stop" he whispered pleadingly, but you continued to move your hips. "Naughty little—" he smirked, but was interrupted by one of his mates. "Hey Fermin, we're calling it a night. Coming?" You took the opportunity to slip away from his arms to go to the bathroom. Maybe he would just leave the club.

When you emerged from the bathroom, he was there. Waiting for you like a gentleman, trying not yo let his eyes wonder on your body. It didn't feel right to do that. "I wish you left" you said. "I wish you didn't say that" he chuckled sadly. "Listen Fermin—". "I'm sorry okay? I'm so fucking sorry. I shouldn't have said those things and I definitely don't mean them" he said. You shrieked, Fermin turning around just in time to block the guy that was hitting on you earlier from hitting him. "The fuck is your problem?" Fermin asked, dodging him away. "If I'm not getting her pussy, no one will" the guy slurred, attempting to punch Fermin again, but he was held by some other guys. "Fermin, let's just go" you whispered, pulling him away from the altercation. His heart broke hearing you sound almost defeated, so he lead you to his car.

"You okay?" He asked when you were in his car. "Just wanna go home" you mumbled, not daring to look at him. He nodded, not asking any more questions. You thought about how he acted in the club, he was protective, yes, but he did it because he cared about you. And you cared about him too. He parked in front of your building, accompanying you to the front door of your flat. "Thank you for tonight" you said quietly. "Y/N—". "I don't want to be alone tonight" you said, hugging him. "I don't know if it's alright for me to stay" he said truthfully. "It is. I'm sorry that we argued, I just—". "No, it's my fault. I like that you're introverted, it's not a bad thing, I like that you are a perfectionist, that may be a bad thing sometimes though, I like everything about you" he said, lifting your chin up so you could meet his eyes. "I like you, Y/N. Like a lot" he chuckled. "But I don't know if I'm good for you" he whispered, his eyes almost looking teary. "I'm sorry too. I didn't mean all that. I appreciate you for what you did in football and you're not spoiled, actually you're really humble. And I like you too" you said. "And you're good for me, Fermin. I don't know if I am good for you" you whispered. "Of course you are" he smiled kindly, hugging you. "We should change into something more comfortable, what do you say?" He asked. "I agree. These heels are killing me" you whined and he chuckled.

"I can sleep on the couch" he suggested, after you changed into a hoodie and leggings and craved some friend chicken, so Fermin ordered it for you. "Do you have training in the morning?" You asked. "Yeah. I have to go home, take my things" he said, stealing a chip from you. "Hey! Didn't all players have strict diets?" You asked. "I'll run two more laps for that, but it was worth it" Fermin shrugged. Then both of your phone pinged with a text from... "Gavi? What does he want?" Fermin asked. "And how does he have your number?". "We exchanged them when he took me home. Said he wants to sign my t-shirt asap" you chuckled. "What's yours saying?" You asked. "Don't fuck it up, bro 😡😤🔫"

"Mine says don't forgive him that easily 😇" you read. "I should take that advice though" you said teasingly. "Oh so now it's you two against me? Perfect" he chuckled.

"Are you sure you have everything? I can bring an extra pillow" you said. "It's fine, Y/N. We live in Barcelona, is warm enough" Fermin said. "Okay... but if you're cold, just wake me up" you said, hugging him. You weren't sure if after the confession thing, you were still friends or something else. So you just kept hugging him, hopeful that it wasn't too weird. On the other hand, Fermin was thinking the same. What were the two of you now? Friends? Lovers? But he didn't want to ask that question now. It's been a long night and you both needed sleep. "Goodnight" you said, pulling away from the hug. "Goodnight. I'll leave early in the morning" he said, getting under the covers as you made your way to your bedroom.

Hope you like it 🥰

[vminizzle]

SERIES || "Hope"

Part 4 : hope

pairing : husband!jungkook x f.reader

genre : angst, smut, fluff

warnings : mention of miscarriage, marking, biting, slight nipple play, teasing, oral (f.receiving) because my man is a giver, orgasm denial, praising, unprotected sex, penetration, riding, creampie, mention of aftercare.

words count : 2.9k

A/N : hi hi lovely people, I hope y’all doing good. I know I’m late with this part, I was kinda busy, i had an exam to prepare so I couldn’t concentrate on this. So here it is. Thank you for reading the first parts of this "series", I hope I won’t disappoint with this fourth part. I got feedbacks on the other parts and I feel so pleased! Reading your comments make me happy! Thank you again ! REMINDER : POOR ENGLISH. Take care of yourselves, love you all so much. - sunny

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You were sat on the carpeted floor, back resting against your bed as you wiped your tears away.

Pile of used tissues was covering the place next to you.

You sniffed throwing the last tissue left in the box away.

You didn’t hear the front door opened when Jungkook came back home from work.

You noticed light coming from behind you, door opening slowly as you heard your husband called softly.

"hey my love, are you in there?" he approached the bed.

You cursed internally when you saw his shadow getting closer. You didn’t want him to see you like this again. You thought he’d be home much later tonight but guess you were wrong.

"y/n?" he crouched down in front of you making you lowered your head down in attempt to hide your face from him.

"hey what happened?" he put his hand on your damp cheek, furrowing his eyebrows.

Lifting your face gently, his eyes met your red ones.

Your husband instantly took you in his arms, holding you close to him.

"what if I’m the problem?" you muttered lowly against his chest after a few seconds.

"don’t say non-sense." he caressed your back trying to reassure you.

"Jungkook, we’ve been trying for months now." you pulled away from his warm embrace, looking up at him, eyes getting teary again.

"I had a miscarriage there are three months ago, I feel like … what if I can’t anymore." your voice cracked at the end of the sentence.

"hey hey, don’t say that. It happens. The doctor said it wasn’t too bad, and we should had waited before trying again. But guess we were way too in love to wait." he joked making you smile a little.

"C’mon baby, don’t worry too much about it. No matter how much time it takes, we will have our mini Jungkook." he pinched your cheek

"Now, gimme a pretty smile." he sat down on the floor too, facing you.

“C’mon." he approached his face closer to you, resting his forehead on yours.

You smiled as he grabbed your hand in his delicately.

"now that’s what I like!" he grinned before standing up, pulling you with him in the process.

"did you shower yet?" he asked making you shook your head, your hands coming up to his neck to untie his tie, making him smile softly.

"then, join me?" he held your hand, looking at you expectantly.

"fine." you rolled your eyes playfully making him chuckle.

Your husband turned on the water as you finished undressing yourself.

You stepped under the hot water, letting the liquid burn your skin, washing the sadness away.

You felt Jungkook’s body pressing against your back, his strong arms encircling your waist.

"how do you feel?" he whispered against the back of your neck.

"better. much better." you replied, resting your hand on his, as you leaned your head back on his chest.

"good.” he kissed your cheek, humming as he appreciated the feeling of the warm water falling on your bodies in a pleasant way.

"how was work?" you asked after a few minutes.

"tiring." he sighed.

"I’m happy I came home earlier." he added.

"oh, about that, why did you came earlier?" you turned around to face your husband.

"don’t like me being home early?" he raised an eyebrow teasingly.

"never said that." you laughed slapping his chest.

"I just wanted to know."

He chuckled before nodding.

"My client cancelled his meeting this afternoon. So I had the opportunity to work on my other files and finish earlier." he explained making you smile.

"and you? how was work?" he grabbed the body wash behind you, pouring an amount in his hands.

"well, I was feeling a bit dizzy after lunch so I asked my boss if I could leave earlier since I wasn’t feeling too well. Happily, she agreed and told me that if I need I could take day off tomorrow too."

Jungkook lifted your arm, spreading the body wash on your forearm as he started rubbing gently on it.

"hmm, I see. Why didn’t you tell me?" he furrowed his eyebrows, feeling bad that you didn’t tell him about how you felt.

"I didn’t want to worry you. It was nothing too important. I just had to rest and take some medicine. I’m fine now." you smiled.

Jungkook continued washing you, his hands sliding to your shoulder.

"I’ve already told you to always tell me whenever you feel sick. I don’t like when you’re alone when you’re not feeling good. I could had come pick you up but I guess you drove home by yourself." he pursed his lips.

"C’mon I can manage on my own babe." you sighed.

"I know you can but still, you could had let me know."

"now turn around." he ordered softly.

You did as told, his hands coming on your back. You closed your eyes, as you felt them coming to your front, hands sliding over your stomach.

You felt his warm breath hit your neck as he approached you even closer, his lips leaving a light kiss there.

"Jungkook." you whimpered as you felt him suck on the smooth skin, tongue sliding over the little mark.

His hands went to cup on your breasts gently, thumb stroking the erected buds making you bit on your bottom lip, the soap now covering your upper body.

Jungkook bent down, his hands leaving your chest as they cascaded down your sides, starting washing your thighs.

He took his time, taking care of you before washing his own body while you waited for him to finish as you stayed under the water rinsing you.

Turning you around to face him again, Jungkook smiled widely as he handed you the shampoo.

"my turn now."

You chuckled before taking the bottle between his large hands.

Your hands went up to his head making him close his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling of your fingernails scratching gently on his scalp.

"gosh I love it when you do that." he moaned pleasantly.

"well, I love doing it too." you grinned finally pulling him under the water to rinse him.

You both exited the bathroom, letting fog escaping from it, the warm shower made both of you felt more relax.

You went to your drawer searching for underwear, Jungkook going toward the bed to check his phone quickly.

He sat of the edge of the bed, reading the many messages he received from his colleague about work.

Jungkook looked to your direction, towel barely covering your body, until the top of your thighs as you were still searching for clothes.

He stood up, putting his phone back on the nightstand before approaching you, his towel loose and low around his thin waist.

You felt his hands on your sides, as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"guess what?"

"tell me."

"day off tomorrow." he pecked your cheek happily.

"oh that’s cool!" you turned around smiling.

"you know what’s that mean?" he pulled you closer to his bare chest, eyes staring deeply into yours making you suddenly feel intimidated.

You shook your head making him let a breathy laugh out.

"day off too tomorrow, right?"

You nodded affirming his words.

"are you tired?" he questioned, impatiently waiting for you to answer.

"not really." you pursed your lips, hands coming up to his shoulders.

"so, now I have my answer." he smirked down, his hand going down to your lower back pulling you closer to his body.

"I don’t think you’ll have to look for underwear now." he bent down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, surprising you.

"Jungkook." you breathed out as his lips travelled down to kiss on your neck.

"I need you darling." he whispered against your neck.

"I need you too babe." you moaned as he bit on the flesh, pulling it between his teeth.

You fingers slid up his neck, playing with the little curls at the back of his head. Jungkook bent down, hands coming behind your thighs to lift you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.

He walked to the bed, letting his towel fell down in the process as he laid you on the mattress.

You sat up, getting rid of the towel covering your from your husband, throwing it somewhere on the floor.

"fuck, you’re so pretty!" he whispered, eyes sparkling, his cock twitching at the sight before him.

You pulled him on top of you, your hand cupping his cheek before talking.

"I love you." you smiled.

"god I love you too." he pecked your lips.

Jungkook kissed your jaw, his lips travelling to your neck again. He took his sweet time on decorating the already sensitive skin with purplish marks.

He bit down on your collarbone making you furrowed your eyebrows, the feeling of his mouth dancing lower on your burning skin made you feel hot.

His tongue flat against your hardened nipple made you whine, your hands flew to his black hair pulling on the locks, as he sucked on it, tongue swiping on the sensitive bud making you moan his name softly.

He parted away, glancing up at your face, eyes closed as you enjoyed his mouth on your body.

He lightly bit on your nipple making you let out a chocked moan.

He sucked on the skin of your stomach, painting pretty red marks, making you breathe heavily.

Jungkook admired you as he sat on his knees, eyes wandering all over your body, the hickeys covering your smooth skin made him feel some type of way he couldn’t explain.

"look at you, covered with all of these." his fingertips grazed over the sensitive marked skin.

"You look like art, a masterpiece. My masterpiece." he tilted his head to the side, lust fogging his mind already.

He bent again, his lips continuing their path down. He opened your legs, making room for him to lay between them.

Jungkook turned his head to the side, leaving soft kisses on the inside of your thigh.

He put one of your leg over his shoulder, looking up at you one last time before connecting his lips with your glistening ones.

His tongue entered you painfully slow, making you gripped the sheet tightly.

"Jungkook go faster please." you gripped his black locks as he inserted two fingers at once.

You threw your head back in the pillows, eyes rolling to the back of your head at the sudden wave of pleasure.

He sucked on your clit making you pull on his hair tightly, your walls started clenching around his long digits.

Before you could came, he pulled away a smirk decorating his lips.

"why?" you groaned loudly.

"even if I want to eat you out all night, I want you to come around me first.

You grabbed a pillow to cover your embarrassed face making the man chuckle before hovering over you.

Jungkook threw the pillow away, cupping your cheek.

"C’mon, don’t worry. I’m gonna make you cum soon." he teased making you slapped his chest.

"stop it."

"fine m‘aam." he rolled his eyes playfully.

Jungkook’s hand rested on your side, as he positioned himself at your entrance, rubbing the tip of his cock teasingly on your folds.

"stop teasing!"

"nah."

"stop teasing or I’m gonna-"

"what are you gonna do, huh?" he raised an eyebrow playfully.

"nothi-"

Before he could continue his sentence you pushed him on his back, getting on top surprising him.

"oh I see." he grinned, hands flying to your hips.

"Well, show me what you gonna do then." he said before putting an arm behind his head, staring up at you attentively.

You bent down to envelope his lips in a sweet kiss, your hand resting on his chest making him moan when you started grinding on him.

"fuck."

Your hand slid down his body to grab on his hard cock, aligning him at your wet entrance.

You sinked down on his erection making him let a breathy moan out, your hands supporting yourself on his muscular torso.

"shit you’re so tight." he knitted his eyebrows, his hands going to your hips.

Jungkook watched your face twisted in pleasure as you started moving.

Moving at a slow pace yet pleasurable, his cock slid in and out of you, his hands tightening their grips on your hips as he helped your grind on him.

"baby you feel se good around me." Jungkook caressed your thigh gently.

You moaned loudly when he suddenly thrusted his hips up making you fall on his chest, the feeling on his hard-on hitting on your g-spot made you feel dizzy.

You sat up again, hands resting back on his thighs as he helped you grind on him.

You whimpered when he started thrusting his hips up to meet yours again.

"don't stop..baby don't stop!" you whined.

Jungkook sat up, his hands travelling up to your back, as he felt your thighs slightly shaking, walls tightening around him deliciously.

“I’m so close." you breathed out, wrapping your arms around his neck as he connected his lips with yours.

Jungkook kissed you softly, his tongue caressing your bottom lips.

"fuck." he cursed as you pulled on his black locks, feeling you tighten around him.

His hands stroked your lower back as you come undone, his name leaving your mouth over and over with sweet moans.

The way your walls keep convulsing around him threw him over the edge as he came inside you, his head falling on your shoulder holding you close.

His warm liquid oozing out of your core, dripping down onto his thighs.

Your body giving out as you collapse on his.

Jungkook held you close to him, skin to skin, feeling each other’s hearts beating rapidly.

"you did so good." he whispered laying a soft kiss on your forehead.

"love you." you mumbled resting your head into the crook of his neck.

"I love you." he hummed.

"now let’s get you clean up, hm." he said helping you out of his lap.

Jungkook took care of you like usual, not forgetting to tell you how much he loved you.

Wrapping in his strong arms around you, you felt secure, comfortable and loved.

You drifted off, the last thing you’ve seen was his beautiful smile.

"Morning sleepy head." you groaned as you heard your husband greet, this one shaking your body lightly.

The sunlights were kissing your skin in a pleasant way as he went to open the curtains.

"please let me sleep." you mumbled grabbing a pillow putting it on your head.

"c’mon wake up, it’s our day off. Let’s do something together." he yanked the pillow away.

"what is "doing something together" for you? I’m telling you right away, I’m tired to do it all day." you turned on your back finally facing your husband.

He didn’t have days off often, so everytime he did, he wanted to spend time with you in the bedroom. Coming home back from work, both of you couldn’t have your intimate moments all the time.

"Wrong. For once, I want to do something else." he rolled his eyes playfully.

"picnic." he smiled as you sat up pecking his lips quickly.

"not even a proper kiss. what a shame." he sighed.

"you know morning breath is not my thing." you joked, throwing your legs out the bed, stretching your sore muscles.

"now go get prepared, we’re leaving in an hour." he patted your thigh, disappearing out the room.

Spending a nice afternoon with your husband, you wanted to end the day with ice cream.

But something was off.

You felt hot, even if the fresh air caressed your bare legs and arms gently. You started sweating, handing Jungkook your ice cream, this one eating it, without noticing you were breathing hastily.

"hmm what’s the flavor? It’s so good." he licked his ice-cream covered lips before wiping it with a tissue.

Looking at you, he realized you weren’t feeling well.

"hey baby?" He grabbed your hand, making you turned your head in his direction.

"what happened?" he stood up from the bench, crouching in front of you.

"I don’t feel too good. I don’t know why." you said weakly.

"I feel like I ate too much."

"do you feel dizzy?" he asked worried, feeling your hands slightly trembling in his.

"not really, I just feel like throwing up." you lowered your head, vision becoming blurry.

"let’s go home please." you sighed tiredly.

"don’t you want to go see a doctor first?" he helped you got up making you shook your head.

"no no, I want to go home." you held his arm tightly making him nod.

Entering the bedroom, you rushed to the bathroom, searching for something into the little cabinet.

Jungkook followed you curiously, watching as you bit on your bottom lip grabbing the little box.

"you think.." he started hesitantly.

"I’m not sure.. but I want to check." you gripped on the pregnancy test, heart beating faster at the many scenarios rushing to your mind.

Jungkook nodded as he closed the door behind him as he exited the bathroom giving you some privacy.

Your husband was sat on the edge of the bed, playing with his fingers nervously as he waited for you.

He stood up abruptly when he noticed the bathroom’s door opening slowly.

"so?" he rushed to you, cupping your cheeks gently as he looked into your eyes with hope.

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[pyramidsoul]

Oxford apartments neighbor speaking about Jeffrey Dahmer

One evening in June of 1990, I held my first conversation with our neighbor who lived across the hall. I introduced myself to him as Vern and he introduced himself to me as Jeff.

He appeared to be very polite as he and I stood in the hall in front of our apartments. He stated he was leaving to go to the corner store to buy a pack of cigarettes and when he saw I had a pack in my shirt pocket he asked if I had a cigarette I could spare.

Of all the times I had seen this guy he was always casually dressed in faded jeans, a flannel shirt and casual shoes. He wore glasses and his hair was cut medium length always looking well groomed. He had the appearance of a college student or someone who had been to college. He was clean shaven and had boyish look.

I guess the word I would choose to describe my impression of him is intelligent, highly intelligent. He had a slim built appearing to be 6 feet tall, weighing maybe 165 pounds. I'd guess his age to be 30 or 31 years old.

Through the times that I'd see him our conversations would mainly be small talk about my car, my job, the weather, his job and the building or something of that nature. He always appeared to be soft spoken as we would stop in the hall on his way in or out of his apartment.

Never did he give me any impression that he had hang ups about living in a dominantly black building or living in the neighborhood which also was dominantly black. As time went on Pam also had begun to have small conversations with him. She also thought that he was pretty pleasant to talk to. We were neighborly with all the tenants living in the building.

Being that I was the only black man at my place of employment and Pam being raised in Madison where blacks were few, neither she nor I had a problem with him being white. Our typical conversations went something like this whenever we would talk to each other in the hall.

"What's happening?"

"Hey Vern, not much."

He would notice that I would be just getting in from work most of the evenings when we'd see each other...

"How was your day?"

"Not too bad," I'd reply. From earlier conversations in our passing, I had informed him that I was a Draftsman. He like-wise told me he worked 3rd shift at a chocolate factory downtown and that he's been employed there for a couple of years.

"Do you have to punch in tonight?"

"Yeah, got to pay rent."

"Talk to you later," I'd respond. His reply was... "yeah, take care."

There had been various other conversations and I must admit talking to him made me feel appreciative of our small conversations. I felt sad for the guy living alone, never seeing him associate with anyone or have friends visit him at his apartment.

Amongst all of the tenants in the building Jeff stood out the most, not only because he was white but to me because he never had visitors or a girlfriend which to me appeared strange but not the type of out of the way strange. He was always alone.

He didn't own a car therefore, his means of transportation was the city bus. After becoming acquainted with him, we'd see Jeff standing on the bus stop or getting off the bus walking towards the apartment building.

He appeared to be weird to the other tenants but I never thought of him as such because of the fact that the area where we lived was nothing but a danger zone and keeping to himself was a safe thing to do. It was not safe for anyone walking that didn't fit in.

It was no surprise to see Jeff wearing his light gray jacket walking at 9:00pm through someone's backyard or taking a short cut through the alley headed towards the Oxford Building. He'd walk among dope peddlers to have them approach him and ask him "you looking..?" "You straight..?"

Meaning do you want to buy drugs but He would either shake his head negatively or ignore the peddlers all together.

He would be approached by addicts trying to con him in any way possible for money and women working the streets would confront him with offers of sexual pleasures for money but he would ignore them all.

I recall once telling Pam that I thought he had a lot of heart to live in this area. He never showed any sign of being fearful, he didn't have a kick ass type of attitude. It was more of an "I don't bother you and you don't bother me" type of attitude.

In June there was a series of burglaries and apartments in our building were broken into. Everyone was on lookout for any strangers walking through the halls. The police were called and they questioned everyone that lived in the building to see if anyone may have seen anyone or knew anything. Two apartments were broken into and everyone in the Oxford Apartments had high concerns about the break-ins.

The tenants began to look out for each other's apartments when the tenant was away. I had two of my nearest neighbor's phone numbers and I had also given them our number to inform each other when we were going to be out of our apartments. Our neighbor Jeff had gotten a phone but said he had it for only a week or so because he couldn't afford the bill.

"Hey Jeff, we're starting to look out for each other's apartment due to the break-ins. Give me your telephone number so that we can call you to just let you know when we're not going to be in so that you can keep an eye on our apartment."

"Vern, my phone was turned off because I'm having a hard enough time paying my rent and feeding myself, so there's no reason to give me your phone number. I do however intend to get a burglar alarm for when I'm away at nights working. There's no way I can afford to have my stuff ripped off and there's no real security around here that I trust."

"Yeah, it's getting pretty tough around here." I said.

"Yeah Vern I know what you mean. Any news about the guys' stuff that was stolen?"

"None! You know how that goes."

"Well I'll talk to you later."

"Sure Jeff, later."

Extract from Vernell Bass’ book “Across the Hall”, chapter 2. If you’re interested to know more support the author and get the book!

[fairyofjaeyun]

k j w ➳ chicken nuggets ☾

[10:36] now playing: only in my dreams - the marías

[warning] mommy kink, cg/l undertones, mentions of abuse, handjob, blowjob, mention of a panic attack, slightly little!jungwoo

2nd person // 2k words

[a/n] here’s an old jungwoo fic cause he’s been wrecking me so bad

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you huffed as you set down the heavy bag of dog food after feeding the last pet. you smiled at the little dachshund chowing down on his food, making a mess. you run your hand down his thin coat. "goodnight, scrappy. I'll see you tomorrow." he paid no attention to you because licking every last crumb was far more important. hence why you named him scrappy.

"hey, jennie!" you called out to your coworker. she peeked her head out the door. "yeah?" she answered, holding one of the baby kittens. "you think you could close up shop tonight? I'm exhausted." you groaned dramatically. "sure. I still have a couple of litter boxes to clean." she scrunched up her nose and you chuckled.

you gave her a farewell before grabbing your bag and heading out the shelters front entrance. you've been working there for about a year now. you may not get paid much but helping out animals always made you feel good about yourself. and the fact that it was only a 15 minute walk from your house made it extra convenient.

it was damp and chilly from the rain earlier. a slight, calm breeze flowed through your hair. however, the humidity still lingered in the air, making you feel gross and sticky.

after walking a couple of blocks, you heard a faint noise. at first, you thought you were just imagining things because it was so hushed and soft. as if the evening wind whispered in your ear. but as you kept walking, it progressively got louder, sending chills throughout your spine and your hand digging in your unorganized bag for your phone.

you still couldn't make out what it was, and being alone on the empty street made it even more eerie. you looked around until you noticed a small silhouette sitting against the wall of the antique store with their head buried in their knees. it looked like a boy.

you stared, a bit petrified, until you heard an identical noise come from the vulnerable figure. his upper body shaking. you slowly walked up to him, now recognizing the soft noise as sobs. "hey." you said gently. he picked his head up. the dull street lights were bright enough to show some of the feminine features of his face. his cheeks were red and his eyes were puffy from crying, his light brown hair covering his forehead.

then it clicked, he was one of the cashiers at the ice cream shop just a few doors down from the shelter. what was his name, again? johnny? jeno? "are you okay? what's wrong?" you kneeled down to his level, you saw nothing but despair reflecting from his bloodshot eyes.

you've only seen him a couple of times at the shop but he always looked so smiley, like nothing in the world could ever bring him down. it hurt to see him like this even though you never had a proper conversation with him.

he sniffled and rubbed his bare arms after feeling the cool wind. "t-they yelled a-t me." he hiccups. "who? who yelled at you?" you asked. he stared down at his aching legs, his jeans were drenched and sticking to his skin. "my mommy and h-her boyfriend, they h-hit me. I- c-can't go home, I-I'm s-so scared." more tears streamed down his face as his breath became short and unsteady.

you immediately put your hand on his shoulder to calm him. "hey, it's okay. deep breaths." you helped him gain control of his breathing before moving his hair away from his face. "if you want you could stay with me for the night." he looked at you with big, twinkling eyes. "really?" he asked with enthusiasm, like a kid who's just been told that he was going to disneyland.

even you were surprised by your offer. why the hell would you take home a grown man you don't even know? maybe it's because he wasn't his age mentally, he had the personality of a little kid. his voice was gentle and pure, he wore pastel colored clothing, and was extremely sensitive and easily trusted others. shit, he held your hand the whole way home.

you took out your house key, the boy’s fingers still intertwining with yours, then unlocked your front door, revealing your dark living room. after turning on the lights, you offered the young boy some food. "are you hungry? I don't have much since I haven't gone grocery shopping but you can help yourself to whatever you want."

"thank you, y/n/n." he gave you a quick hug, which caught you off guard. on the way home, you had introduced yourself and he called you by your nickname because he thought it was cute. and he had introduced himself as well; jungwoo. you knew it was with a j.

he looked through your cabinets and refrigerator before he gasped loudly, making you turn your head because you thought he was having another panic attack. "chicken nuggets!" he pulls out the big bag of frozen chicken nuggets from the freezer with a bright, toothy smile.

you put a hand on your chest in relief. "don't scare me like that." you said rather harshly. you immediately regret it when you saw his lip quiver into a pout. "I'm sorry." he whispered, focusing on his feet.

"nononono, its okay!" you shouted before he could start crying again and grabbed his hand. "I'm not mad at you." jungwoo studied your panicked expression, trying to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. "are you sure? you're not gonna hit me, are you?"

that sentence instantly tugged at your heartstrings. "no, sweetie. I would never hurt you." jungwoo slowly raised his pinky, looking at you with big puppy eyes. "promise?"

you had to hold back some tears of your own. not just from sadness, but from anger as well. who the hell would lay a hand on him? sick fucking parents.

you flashed him a genuine smile, hooking your pinky with his. "I promise." he giggled and wrapped his arms around you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck. "thank you!"

you awkwardly pat his head. "you're welcome, kid." there was short moment of silence as he continued to nuzzle against you. "uhhhh, do you want me to make the chicken nuggets?" you said, feeling uncomfortable yet content at the same time. emotions are weird.

he nodded instantly before clapping his hands together. "yes, please!" he shouted but because his voice was so soft it wasn't much different from his normal tone. "ight. you want them in the microwave or oven?"

"Oven, please. I like em crispy." he then scurried off to your living room to go explore the new environment. you shook your head as you opened the bag of frozen nuggets that were less than halfway gone. all it took was a quick growl of your stomach for you to dump the rest of the bag onto a pan and put them into the oven.

after putting them in the oven and wiping the nugget crumbs off your hands, you went to go search for some dry clothes for jungwoo. you went into your closet and got your oversized sweatpants and a plain tee shirt before finding him sitting on the couch with a pout.

"jungwoo, what's wrong?" he made a small whimper before hesitantly glancing at you. "umm... I have a situation..." he mumbled softly before spreading his legs, showing off his erected member. you couldn't help but stare at it as it twitched underneath his soaked jeans. "are you mad at me?"

"uhhhh..." you cleared you throat. "n-no. you can—uhm— take care of it in your room, I guess?" it was more of a suggestion than an offer. because what the fuck are you supposed to do in this situation? "can you do it?" he whined, palming his bulge.  shit! now what? if it was any other guy, even a close friend, you would've said “fuck no.” but the way he stared at you—practically begging with his eyes—it did something to you.

you mentally took a deep breathe and walked over to him, kneeling between his legs. "it hurts." he winced at the slightest touch. his tight jeans didn't make it any better. "how long have you been hard?" you asked out of curiosity because you don't recall him having boner when you met him a good one hour ago.

"ummm— I don't know. an hour?" you rubbed your temple and grumbled a low "of course" under your breath. jungwoo watched you contemplate your life choices, oblivious. "fuck it." you cursed out loud, and before you could change your mind, you palmed him roughly and he whimpered.

you started massaging his erection with you palm, going in small, circular motions as he arched his back. "y-yes! that feels so good~" he rotated his hips to gain more friction, letting out a painful moan. your core was on fire from the wonderful noises he was making. you slipped your hand down to your clothed clit and started rubbing it through your jeans.

"can you take my pants off, please?" he asked, cutely. you swiped your tongue across your lips as you swiftly unzipped his damp jeans and tossed them onto the floor. the pink heart decorated cotton he wore urged you to smile before locking your eyes on his cock that leaked through his boxers.

jungwoo winced when you tightly gripped his shaft and proceeded to pump him. "oh~ yes!" he moaned. his hand searched for yours and he intertwined your fingers together.

to ease his pain, you decided to take off his boxers and he practically screamed when his naked dick met your warm hand. "yes, mommy!" those words made you pause mentally. it made your stomach engulf in flames because of how angelic yet lewd he said it. it also made everything click into place—he was a submissive and his no good dom fucked him over.

something exploded inside of you: a whole mix of unexplainable emotions. "does mommy make you feel good?" you purred seductively, making jungwoo whimper and nod his head. "yes! you're so much better than my old mommy." you grabbed his chin and exposed his neck so you could sink your teeth into him. you left pretty purple marks all over him before hovering your lips over his ear and saying, "good."

your hot breath made him shiver. goosebumps trailed all over his body as you sucked on his earlobe and continued to jack him off. his member twitched in your hands as he balled his fists. "mommy, can I touch you? p-please?" he asked. his big, mesmerizing eyes pleading at you. you unattached your lips from his ear. "of course, baby." he grinned and placed his hands on your waist, slowly inching up towards your boobs.

he exhaled harshly when he cupped your breasts, loving how they fit perfectly in his hands. "you're so pretty, mommy." he beamed, continuing to play with your boobs. you couldn't resist a light chuckle, a faint blush surfacing on your face. "thank you, baby." you both locked eyes for a moment, admiring each other, before jungwoo lightly pushes down your head to collide with his lips.

it took you by surprise, but you eventually follow his rhythm in a sweet, passionate kiss. he moaned into your mouth a few times from the combination of you jerking him and your tongue exploring his mouth. although, he was the first one pull away. a short string of saliva still connected the two of you. "mommy, I'm gonna cum." you started moving your hand faster, making his hips buck. "cum for mommy, baby." He moaned lewdly before aching his back and cumming all over his stomach and your hands.

he was out of breath, his chest rose up and down in a rapid manner. "good boy." you praised, smearing his juices all over his stomach. "thank you, mommy." he showed off his toothy grin, innocent as ever. then suddenly a short ding came from the oven, letting you know that the nuggets will be done in less than a minute. "perfect timing." you chuckled.

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[dreamyenskz]

midnight memories || seo changbin x fem!reader

↳ making midnight memories with your bestie who you're in love with and who's most likely in love with you too

↳ masterlist

genre: fluff, friends to lovers

warnings: readers parents tell her what to do with her life

*lowercase intended *not proofread

it's 1 am and you can't sleep. you had a dinner with your parents a couple hours earlier and let's just say, it wasn't the greatest.

it's not that you don't get along with your parents per se, but sometimes they like to pester you with questions and ideas, and they chose tonight of all nights to do it. you would think it's not entirely a bad thing, but when they start to tell you things like,

"why are you wasting your time with music when you could become a doctor?"

"this job at the music store is only temporary."

"you should do this," "you should do that."

blah blah blah

you're doing fairly well in your life, but when your parents talk about it like you're wasting it all, it makes you second guess everything. night like this, you can't sleep. you totally lost your appetite at dinner so now the hunger is starting to catch up to you.

you just want one day where you can let go and have zero thoughts about school, work, and your parents constantly nagging-

*ring*

you pick up your phone to see who could be calling you at 1 am

changbin <3

you smile and swipe your screen to answer.

"hey pretty, sorry, did i wake you?" his voice was soft

"hi binnie. no, i haven't been able to sleep since i got home"

"tell me what's on your mind."

changbin never failed to show you how much he cares. he's always there to listen to your never ending rants and complaints. whether it's about school work, coworkers, or your parents, he will sit there and listen. he is the type of person that's very good with words so it's like he just knows exactly what to say next. it makes you feel bad at times when he's ranting and you just have no idea how to respond. he knows you're not great with words, but he really appreciates that you listen.

so you tell him everything. he's quiet for the most part, but adds in small comments here and there. just being able to release of the pent up anger and annoyance made you feel a little more at ease, but it still did bother you nonetheless. when you were done, it was a a comfortable silence. you knew he was just trying to process everything and think of what to say.

"i'm so sorry that your parents keep doing that shit to you. i just don't get why they can't understand how happy you are with music. y/n, you're becoming more and more amazing everyday. you have so much talent and potential to become big. i hope they'll be able to see that" you can hear the sadness in his voice. he hates the way your parents talk to you sometimes.

you feel your heart breaking a little. "thanks binnie, i appreciate it, but i don't think they'll ever understand and it's fine"

the man knows you like the back of his hand. he can clearly tell you're not okay, and he knows exactly how to cheer you up.

"go put on some warm clothes if you aren't already and be waiting downstairs in 5 minutes. okay? see you soon. i love you" he ends the call.

you feel your heart leap a bit. you hate how his words affect you so much. all of his endearments are totally platonic (girl be frr is it really?) and you curse at yourself for falling in love with your best friend. you've always felt that he's too good for.

you push away the negative thoughts, throw on a jacket, and you make your way downstairs.

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when you got downstairs, you immediately took in how cute he looked. his hair was messy and fluffy, he's wearing a green hoodie and black sweatpants (yes, the maniac coolfm fit, but with his current hair). your heartbeat started racing when he held his hand out for you to take it. you interlocked hands and started walking.

"so where are we going?" you break the silence after you two start walking for a couple minutes.

he turns to you with a cheeky smile. "convenience store!"

you smile back and start picking up of your speed, pulling changbin along. you loved convenience store runs, especially with changbin. all you guys do is walk down the aisles and pick out ramen, drinks, and other snacks, but times like these are just so special to the both of you.

when you get there 5 minutes later, changbin holds the door open for you. you give him a small thank you and walk in. you immediately make a beeline for the ramen. he giggles at how excited you are and follows you. the man is whipped.

"just pick out whatever you want, my treat" he hugs you from behind and my god the butterflies and rests his chin on your shoulder

"are you sure?" you slightly turn your head to him

he gives you a small squeeze and sighs. "yes i am. y/n, i brought you out here because i hate it when you're sad. i haven't had much time with you lately so this is my way of making it up to you. now pick out anything you want so you can eat." he kisses the side of your head and let's you go so he can pick out what he wants

you stand there frozen and shocked about what just happened. you feel your face heating up and hold your cold hands up to your cheeks.

"y/n get your shit together. what's wrong with you?" you whisper to yourself. you light knock yourself on the head with the ramen cup.

you walk around the store and grab a few more snacks. you met back with changbin when you finished.

"you done?" he smiles

"mhm!" you say avoiding eye contact girl can't even look into his eyes after what happened

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"thank you binnie" you interlocked hands again and started walking back to your university building

"you're welcome beautiful"

once again, you heart started racing. that's been happening a lot tonight.

"i really needed this. if my parents found out that i'm not home right now, they definitely would be thinking even more that i'm wasting time."

changbin stops walking all of a sudden. you turned to look at him with a questioning look.

changbin turns to you and frowns. "your parents are no longer the boss of your life. you should be able to make your own decisions. they claim they know what's best for you, but only you should be able to really know. i'm tired of your parents not believing in you. they really don't understand how amazing their daughter is."

you didn't even realize that he was slowly getting closer and closer to you. he cups your face gently.

"don't let them control you. if music is your passion and it makes you happy then screw what your parents believe." he's leaning in. "you have so much going for you right now and i would hate to see you give it all up just to please your parents." he's so close, there's only an inch between you, but he stops and looks into your eyes. "i believe in you. i care about you. so please tell me that you're gonna keep trying. i'd hate for you to give u-" you close the gap.

you tried your best to hold back, but you just couldn't. all of your feelings for him started clouding your mind as he was talking to you. you were reminded why you fell in love with him in the first place. he starts kissing back. his thumb caresses your cheek. the kiss is slow and passionate. you really wanted to savor this moment and you could tell he also wanted to by the way he was kissing you.

when you pulled back, it was quiet. you were trying to process what just happened until changbin broke the silence first.

"so.. is that a yes?" he had a smirk on his face and his eyes were sparkling. he was now holding you in his arms, almost like he was afraid to let you go.

you smiled and pecked him on the lips.

if you could see his face, you'd see how red it was. lord were you gonna be the death of him. he suddenly looked around and remembered that you both were in the middle of the street. (like the one in the pic at the top)

"let's get you home" he looks back at you as he holds his hand out. once again you interlock your hand with his.

this is definitely gonna be added to the list of memorable nights.

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Paintbrushes And Romance 🥰🐞 - Part 8

Dean x Fem/Reader

Part 8 🥰🐞

A/N: Everything is happening all at once 😱 - Also side note - thank you for all the love, support... Y'all have been a Blessing 🥰

Warnings: Anger, swearing, violence, blood, scary surroundings, hospitals🙈

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Damnit, Damnit, Sam hit's the steering wheel, Dean was afraid that bastard is going to do this, saying out loud, speeding to the Sheriff's station, I need to check up on him, make sure his not doing anything stupid! As the lawyer of the family, Sam is the more level headed one, while Dean has his Dad's temper.

Pulling up to the parking in front of the station, he doesn't see Dean's car, he reverses his car, and before he even realized it, his driving like some race car driver, to Dean's house.

Trying to call Dean, but no damn answer. Oh please, don't let him do anything stupid, he sends up a little prayer.

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The vibration of the ringing phone, brings it closer to the edge of the pooling blood on the ground.

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Sam is pulling up into Dean's driveway, he spots the Impala, getting out of his truck, he runs towards the door.

His heart pounding in his chest when he sees his brother sit- laying against the car, blood glistening on his shirt, what the hell! Escapes his lips, he runs towards his brother, falling down onto his knees, almost to scared to check for a pulse, what if, Sam bites his lip, checking, damn he stil has a heartbeat. Sam gets up, hooking his big hands underneath Dean's arm's, carrying him to his truck, there's no time for the ambulance to get here.

Driving, like hell, to the hospital, checking the mirror to see if he's brother is still breathing. Come on man, just hold we are almos there, come on!

Pulling into the emergency services drop off, barely braking in time, he jumps out of the truck, and opens the back door, his brother's skin colour almost ghost like, he yells for someone to help, him.

Running towards him a nurse, she looks at Sam and the man who clearly needs urgent, care. Get me a gurney she shouts, two other men come running and they help to get Dean on the gurney, they rush him into the hospital, saying something about a GSW to the chest, and the amount of blood lost.

For a moment Sam just stands there, looking at his bloodstained hands. I can't loose him, he whispers underneath his breath.

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Standing in the hallway of the hospital, hearing the doctor say, that Dean has lost a lot of blood, suffering from a punctured lung, and that he needs to go in for surgery, is more than Sam can take, you better fix him doc, he angrily says, I can't loose him, not now, not ever, just fix him! The doctor just nods and says in a calm way, I'll do everything I can, and walks away.

The huge man that he is, falls to the closest chair, his hands covering his face, almost makes him look childlike. I... I should've got to him earlier, I should've done more, his voice breaking now, Dean has always been there for me, always damnit. I just can't, he can't...

Sam feels a hand on his shoulder. Looking up he sees Pastor Cas. Hey, Sam say's with defeat in his voice. You okay Sam? Cas asks with concern in his voice.

Its, its Dean, he's been shot, its bad Cas! Shock and worry visible on his face , that's his best friend! What? How? Sam gets up, I don't know, but if I find that bastard I'm going to make sure, his locked up and throw away the key, anger rolling over his lips. Looking at this huge man clearly spinning out of control, Cas puts his hand on Sam's shoulder, gesturing he should take a seat, saying all we can do now is wait and pray. Even though there's a storm of worry brewing inside of him, after so many years of being in the ministry he knows how to stay calm, even if he struggles sometimes with the fact, of why bad things happens to good people. They're both sitting in silence, thoughts racing, while waiting for some news!

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What's taking our bug so long tonight, she looks at Bill her husband, I don't know honey, she's always late, he says laughing a little, she'll probably be here soon.

I know darling, she says, but I'm just worried about her, her heart is broken, you should've seen her today, the question's, the tears, the sadness in her eyes, it broke me to see, what that man has done to our little girl, sadness all over her face...

Bill coming closer to hold his wife, Oh Caroline, sweetie, I hate seeing the girls in my life so sad, she'll be okay, you'll see my love, while comforting his wife, his thoughts wander to two days before the break up, where Dean called him, asked him to meet, that day Dean asked for his daughter's hand in marriage, a few threat's and laughter later, he agreed to Dean taking his daughter and making her his wife, knowing that's what will make his baby girl happy, he was at peace.

That's why when the news came that Dean broke up with her saying he's not happy with his life and the thought of having a white picket fence life, was making him miserable, he knew there was more to the story.

His wife pulling away from the embrace , interrupts his thoughts. I'm going to give her a call Bill she said. Alright honey, while you call her, I'll take a taste of this delicious dinner, he says with a mocking smile.

He was just about to take a spoon to taste the lasagne, his daughter's favourite, when he heard a scream from his wife's lips, running over to the kitchen where he found her on her knees, tears streaming down her face, look of despair and fear on her beautiful face, barely audible, he hears her say, she's been taken, again, shock in his voice , wha... What do you mean, grabbing the phone out of his wife's hands, reading the message.

Damnit! Anger boiling inside of him, the phone flung to the wall, before he could say another word, he hears his wife gasping for air, holding her chest. Love! He kneels done, picks her up, grabbing his car keys on the table, let's get you to the hospital, saying calming, knowing she needs that more than, the anger he feels, luckily they live about five minutes away from the hospital.

Arriving at the hospital, running to the passenger door, he picks his wife up, runs into the emergency room, I need help, his deep voice filled with urgency, She's not breathing Damnit, do something, a man came running to him, put her down here, gesturing to the bed, on his white coat a gold plated name tag, reading "Dr Stone" .

After what feels like hours to Bill, the doctor said to him that his wife had a severe panic attack but he gave her something to calm her down a bit! Thank you Dr Stone, Bill said with relief in his voice. Its a pleasure and please call me Gabriel he said with a welcoming smile.

After making sure, he's wife is calmer now, he walked out of the ER, into the hallway, in order to get the phone he left in the car, he needs to call, Joe his son , fill him in on everything that happened.

Almost at the exit he sees, two familiar looking men, its Sam and Cas, anger boils inside him, all of the sudden he wants to punch Dean, not really making sense of why, but maybe because if he was with his daughter, looking after her, like he promised he would, she wouldn't be taken!

Where's your brother Sam! He shouts with an angry voice. Sam barely looks up at Bill, mumbling something.

Grabbing Sam's shirt, what did you say?

Sam, towering over the old man, irritation in his voice, I said he's dying damnit! Sam retreats, he can't believe he just said that.

Cas getting up from he's chair, wide-eyed and sadness over his face, Bill he said Dean's been shot and they're currently operating on him.

I'm so sorry, Bill looks over to Sam and then towards Cas, What happened? Disbelief in his voice!

We, don't know who shot him, but he's in surgery, we are praying that everything goes well, says Cas giving a little smile.

I'm truly so sorry to hear, Bill says.

With curiosity in Cas's voice he asks Bill what he was doing here? With sadness and fear striking over Bill's face he tells them the story of how his wife couldn't take it when they received the message from their daughter, claiming the danger she's in.

Shit! Sam said , I'm so sorry, with everything that happened with my brother I completely forgot it!

That's how I found him, actually, I got the forwarded text from Eileen, Oh Shit Eileen! I haven't texted, or video called her, she must be worried sick! Sam excuses himself and walks away!

Cas now standing there shock on his face, how is this possible? I just saw her a couple of hours ago! I don't understand!

Bill interrupts him, yeah neither do I damnit, where do I start looking for her?

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A couple of hours later, the sunrise, seeping through the big hospital windows, Sam's sitting holding Eileen, worry deepening on his face, Cas's head against the wall with his eyes closed, John holding his wife Mary, tears still visible on her cheeks, Caroline's head resting on Bills chest, she wanted to be close to Mary just incase she needs a friend, so Dr Stone said it was okay, he will check on her every now and then, and he kept his promise.

After so many tears cried, and frustration and anger outbursts, all they can do is wait and sit in the uncomfortable, thinking the worst, silence.

Eileen is the first to see the surgeon, coming closer she sign's to Sam that he is here. Sam gets up!

Everyone waiting with anticipation, exhaustion clearly on the surgeons face. He looks at Sam, and say with a tiresome voice, the operation went well, though there were a few complications and and severe blood loss, we almost lost him there, but he's a fighter, a smile forming on his thin lips.

The next few hours is critical, we are going to keep him in a sedated coma, until we are happy with his vitals, you can go and see him, but only family members. He smiles, and starts to walk away.

There's sigh's of relief and happy tears, rolling over the women's cheeks!

Mary, gasps for air, seeing her eldest son lying there, so many tubes, cables and monitor's connected to him, his pale, lips slightly blueish, but he's thankfully breathing, she thinks!

She turns to John, worry-some look on his face and then to her youngest, the look of defeat and anger in his face, no sign of the dimples, that always forms when he smiles.

Mary pulls a chair closer, taking Dean's hand into hers, hey baby-boy, I'm here she whispers into their hands, the pain of seeing him lying there just gets to much, and she can't fight the tears no more, it start flowing freely down her face!

Sam walks out of the room thinking he needs some air, he's barely out in the hallway when he sees Jack running towards him.

Is Dean alive? His words barely audible. Guilt and sadness written all over his face!

Jack! How'd you know about Dean, we haven't told anyone outside the family, Sam says, confusion in his voice.

I'm sorry, Jack's voice sounded shaky, I had no choice!

What the hell do you mean you had no choice, what does that mean me? Sam's voice sounded heavy.

I shot Dean! He exclaims, but I had good reason.

A good reason, to shoot my brother, he's face hardens, before thinking it through, it took only one punch for Jack to hit the ground! But Sam didn't stop there, he just kept saying you bastard, and kept punching him.

John and Bill had to drag Sam off Jack, he's face was a bloody pulp and well for Sam's fist , it didn't look much better.

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Good morning Vietnam! Come on now sunshine, wake up for me, you sleepy head! He says with a little laugh

You hear a man's voice but it doesn't sound familiar really, what? Confusing in your voice. Trying to adjust your eyes, barely seeing anything but darkness, it feels like you have a hungover, you body hurts, and you feel stiff.

Ah, how rude of me, let me take the blindfold off, he says with a smirk.

Remembering what happened, you try to bolt up but then realize your feet and hands are tied.

Taking in your surroundings, you are tied up in a steel cage, and there's a table in the one corner, and hooks hanging from the roof.

Welcome to your new home for the next few weeks, make yourself comfy, he laughs.

Breathing in and out silently, trying not to give away the fear you feel inside, eyes spitting fire, when you say, mind untying me, so that I can make myself comfortable.

Ummmm... Let's first see how you behave! He says mockingly!

Sorry for waking you so early, but I have some exciting news to tell you, he kneels down to your level, grabbing ahold of your chin. His smile sort of devilish.

Feeling his fingers tightly gripping your face, searching his eyes, for what he means , but you couldn't prepare yourself for the words that came out of the jerks mouth...