#i literally thought about replying and then just said out loud ''youre fucking annoying'' and blocked them lmfao. not feeding into that shi

[glitchdollmemoria]

man some people are fucking obnoxious. is it the anonymity of the internet that makes people think they can just act like jackasses to people unprompted or are some people literally just Like That. can yall please all just learn to not be aggressive for zero reason

[golbrocklovely]

our girlfriend // sam and colby

A/N: it's my bday and i'm giving you guys a present... aren't i so nice lol i know it's been a LONG time since i posted any form of a fic, and i'm sorry about that. but hopefully this makes up for it a bit. if you squint hard enough, this could basically be a 'careful what you wish for' fic as well (but not really since the boys are just normal and not a demon or vampire). hope you enjoy and let me know what you think !

prompt: you and the boys always had your fun, but you never tried it in public. and now they want to. || fem!reader x sam and colby

trigger warning: SMUT, threesome (but no actual sex), no solby, you are sam and colby's girlfriend…. lucky you lmao, fingering, oral fixation/finger sucking, bossy!bf sam and colby, also very possessive, a wee bit of degradation, mentions of baby, darling, baby girl, love, good girl, slut, and it also takes place slightly in public (but away from everyone)

word count: 2003

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"Guys, are you sure about this?" You questioned hurriedly as you rushed up the stairs.

Sam looked back at you, his voice loud over the thumping music of the party. "Yeah, c’mon Y/N. There’s no one up here."

"Probably for good reason." You grumbled.

"You’ve never been one to follow the rules. Don’t start now..." Colby smirked devilishly, his voice right by your ear as he passed you on the stairs.

Reaching the top and with each one of them holding a hand, Sam and Colby pulled you down the hallway. They stopped right outside a door tucked away from the stairs. If someone came up, they would see you. Your heart raced at the idea alone.

Colby leaned his back against the wall as you looked around the corner, glancing at the stairs nervously. He rolled his eyes, pulling you against him. "Baby, you have nothing to worry about. You're with us. When have we ever gotten caught?"

You glared up at him, annoyed. "You literally have a rap sheet that proves you don't know how to hide."

"Someone's feeling bratty tonight..." Sam joked playfully, leaning across from you and Colby.

You gazed at him over your shoulder, brows furrowed. "I'm just worried about someone finding out about us. God knows how the fans would react if they knew..."

Colby's finger lightly turned your chin so that you were looking at him. "Knew about what? That we both love to play with our girlfriend, and now we're trying it out in public?"

You stuttered, the lustful glint in Colby's eye making you blush. "Y-yes. Exactly that."

Colby pouted. "But I thought you loved when we both touched you."

"And tasted you..." Sam replied, sounding closer.

Colby leaned his face in, getting close to yours. "And fucked y-"

You cut him off, slapping his chest. "That's not the issue I have. It's the getting caught part. Or someone seeing us."

"But that's what's fun about this," Sam turned you around to face him, Colby's hands still resting low on your hips. "You're getting fucked as a party is being thrown downstairs in our honor. And if anyone tries to find us, they'll see us all up here... with you. So we gotta make sure we don't get caught."

"Especially since no one is allowed up here." You mentioned again.

"Well, we're allowed up here. No one else is." Colby informed.

Your face scrunched up, "I thought the owner said-"

"The owner can suck my dick. If I want to fuck my girlfriend in a house I'm renting out for a party, I'm gonna do it wherever I want to." Colby ranted.

"Excuse me." Sam raised an eyebrow, a light glare thrown at Colby.

"Right, my bad, Sam. Our girlfriend." Colby responded, smiling.

Sam sighed, "Much better."

"Speaking of...." Colby slid his hand under your skirt, pressing your damp panties against your swollen sex. "Our girlfriend is very wet."

You gasped, your body arching against Colby's. He exhaled as your ass grinded into his crotch. His breath was hot against your neck, raising goosebumps across your cool skin.

Sam's eyes danced up your body, studying it as Colby kneaded your clit slowly. Sam hummed when his gaze reached your face, his voice low, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"Kiss me." You shuddered, grabbing his shirt lightly and tugging him closer.

"She's so aggressive when she's needy." Colby chuckled darkly, applying pressure to his movements.

Sam nodded, leaning in and kissing you tenderly. You could barely breathe to begin with but having Sam's mouth on yours and Colby's fingers on your clit, you felt yourself get lightheaded. It was so overwhelming already, and they barely had done anything to you. God, or the devil himself, only knew what they had in store for you.

As Sam's tongue glided into your mouth, tangling with yours, Colby moved your panties out of the way and slid two fingers inside of you, pumping them at an achingly slow pace. Your breath hitched, a moan falling from your lips. Lucky for you, it was muffled by Sam's mouth.

"What did we say, baby girl? You can’t be too loud. And we know how loud you can get." Sam teased.

"Even with the music playing, they would be able to hear her." Colby sneered jokingly.

"Is that what you want? To get caught? To have all of our friends know you're being fucked by us? That you're needy for us?" Sam grunted, his lips brushing yours as he spoke.

"I think that's what she wants. She loves to pretend to be such a good girl, but in reality, she's bad." Colby snickered into your ear quietly. "She's a little slut for us."

"Our slutty little girlfriend who can't stop herself from moaning when we touch her." Sam closed the space between you two, gripping your chin so that your eyes were looking into his piercing blues. "You're so pathetic and horny, aren't you?"

You shook your head, a whimper falling from your lips as Colby slid another finger in. You bit your lip hard to not make a noise, knowing it wasn't doing much to help.

"We might have to cover her mouth, since she can't listen." Colby hissed mischievously, biting your neck softly.

"I know the perfect way to do that." Sam placed the tips of his index and middle finger against your lips, "Open." Your lips fell open instantly, and he snaked them in, resting them against your tongue. "Suck."

You immediately started sucking his fingers, whining around them and bobbing your head up and down. Sam growled lowly at the sensation of you sucking off his fingers. He pushed himself closer to you, sandwiching you in between him and Colby completely. You couldn't have escaped their hold if you wanted it, and you definitely didn't want to.

"Her mouth feels amazing, Colby. You'll have to give it a try soon." Sam closed his tightly, focusing on the feeling.

"I remember how good she feels, trust me." Colby leaned down, pressing his lips to your ear, "You always need something in your mouth, don't you darling? You can't help but want to suck on something. On one of us."

Colby's fingers sped up, a groan deep within your throat rocketed out, stifled by Sam's fingers. You kept grinding your ass against Colby, who now was hard in his leather pants. He followed your movements, his hips pressing hard into you. Your hand gripped his wrist, clinging onto the hand that was fucking you. Your other hand held Sam close as your nails dug into his back.

"Are you getting close, baby girl? Do you want to come?" Sam barked.

You mewled, nodding your head desperately. Sam tsked, leaning his forehead against yours. "Not yet, baby. I think you need a bit more help."

His other hand drifted down, stopping right above your clit. He teased you for a moment, the tip of his finger brushing across it ever so gently. Your body shook and both boys laughed.

Colby feigned concern. "Aw Sam, c’mon now. You gotta be nice to her. She's not gonna make it."

"I guess we traded places this time, since you're the one that's always so mean to her." Sam quipped sassily.

Colby faux gasped, "Me? Being mean?" He leaned into your ear, whispering, "I'm not mean, am I love? You like when I treat you rough. I know you do, sweetheart."

You closed your eyes tight, trying to hold yourself back from exploding. Both of their motions were all too much for you, but you didn't want it to end just yet. You needed it to keep going. You just loved being theirs.

Sam pushed his lower half into his hand that was rubbing your clit, both boys now grinding against you. Their cocks were hard, and they were touching you in all the right places; you could feel your orgasm building up to its breaking point. You needed them to say you could let go. You weren't sure how much longer you could last.

"Feel how hard you've made us, baby girl. You want us inside of you? Wanna get filled up by us?" Sam rasped.

You whined and nodded mindlessly. You couldn't even form words if you want to.

"She's squeezing my fingers so tight. God, I can't wait to taste you, Y/N. You're getting so close..." Colby panted. "Maybe we should let her come."

"Only if she deserves it. Do you, baby? Do you deserve to come? Have you been good for us?" Sam taunted, staring into your eyes.

You moaned around his fingers in agreement, shaking your head again.

Sam bit his lip, glancing at Colby for a moment. "She has been following our demands very well. She made me hard just by sucking my fingers."

"You've been such a needy, good girl for us, haven't you? You take our fingers so well. Do you wanna come? Say you want to." Colby lowered his voice, "Use your words, love."

You choked around Sam's fingers, a 'I wanna come' mumbled through his digits.

Colby harshly snapped in your ear, "Who owns this cunt, darling?"

You grunted out a 'You do', eyes pleading with Sam to say you could let go.

Sam smirked, an almost evil glint in his eye. "I think she can come now. What about you, Colby?"

Colby paused, his fingers still moving at their fast pace. Your body was hot, sweat dripping down your back. Your face was flushed, and you felt like you couldn't breathe as you waited for Colby to say the magic phrase.

He kissed right under your ear sweetly, his lips then pressed against you. "Come for us, baby."

You cried out around their fingers, your body spasming in ecstasy. Sam finger fucked your mouth, making sure your screams weren't heard over the music as he sped up his fingers on your clit. Colby kept the pace as you exploded around him, your juices running down your thighs. He cooed in your ear, speaking softly that you were a good girl, a good slut for them, and that you were so beautiful when you come.

Your pleasure slowly subsided, Sam and Colby resting against you and their motions still. They breathed with you, kissing along your neck and face as you relaxed.

You were about to say something when all three of you could hear someone walking up the stairs. Sam backed up, removing his hands from your mouth and clit. Colby spun you both around, facing the person coming up the stairs. It was a scramble to make sure you looked okay, and you weren't even sure if you did.

A tall man in an all-black suit, one of the security guards, looked down the hallway at you all. "Excuse me, you can't be up here."

"Uh, sorry about that. My girlfriend wasn't feeling too well and the line for the bathroom was kinda long so we figured she could come up here and use this one." Colby smiled, placing you in front of him to cover up his hard on.

"Are you feeling better now, miss?" The man asked, looking at you.

Sam cut you off, thankfully; since you weren't sure if you could even speak yet. He cupped his hands in front of his body, trying to cover himself up. "Yeah, she's good. We'll make sure she feels better later tonight, though. Just to be safe."

You glanced at Sam, and he gave you a little wink.

"Please follow me back downstairs to the party." The man stated.

You trudged down the hall towards the man, Sam and Colby following close behind. Once the man turned around, you could hear Sam smack Colby's arm, saying 'She's our girlfriend' to him. They bickered back and forth until you got to the bottom of the stairs.

Colby smacked your ass playfully, his voice loud enough for only you to hear, "Don’t go too far, Y/N. We're not done with you yet."

[munariplans]

Hiii thank you for updating on your recent story! I enjoyed it!!💓 could I request Natasha x reader in a situationship & there’s a avengers wedding and they both get invited separately only for reader to see Nat in a different way and suddenly realised they had feelings all this time for her 🥹

the arrangement | natasha romanoff

synopsis: based on the request above!

natasha romanoff x reader

word count: 5.6k words

a/n: i really do have a fondness for writing pining and angst, enjoy hehehehe

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in a rare instance in the years you’ve known natasha, it was her that awoke first that morning, shaking you awake as yelena pounded on the door to her room.

“hey, hey,” natasha whispered-yelled, prompting you to get up while opening your eyes blearily, “you have to go. yelena’s here.”

yawning, you gave her an “OK” signal as you gathered your surroundings. you had once again fallen asleep in her room after last night. gathering your clothes and fixing your hair then, you spared a look at her mirror first before leaving, and what you saw almost made you want to laugh out loud. 

“how the fuck did you manage to cover me in this many hickeys?” 

natasha turned to you, halfway through freshening herself up as well. the redness in her cheeks grew prominent as she saw the many purple and red bruises littering all around your neck. cursing, she threw you a turtleneck from her wardrobe and pointed at the window. yelena was asking her why she was taking so long now.

but just before you climbed out, she thought about it, and risked it for a few more seconds, before pulling you in to press a kiss to your lips. “that girl that was hitting you up at the party last night was being annoying. had to show her you weren’t interested.”

you grinned, shaking your head at her ridiculousness. 

and right as you shut the window and slipped out, yelena barged in and threw her several wedding dress options onto natasha’s bed, demanding for her sister to decide which one looked best. but natasha hated to admit she was still distracted from the way your ass swayed right as you sultrily sneaked out of her window. 

–

later that same afternoon, you were walking with your friend, accompanying him ring-shopping, when the question first came up. 

“aren’t you ever interested in marriage? or, at the very least, finding a partner?” he half-joked. everyone knew you had been single for a while now. “we’re not so young anymore, you know.”

in response, you shrugged. “i don’t see a point.”

“in loving someone?”

“in being with someone, at all. the domesticity, the mundaneness, it’s all so…boring, after a while. i don’t see why you, and so many others, would want to be tied down by all of that, forever.”

“...so you don’t see a forever?”

“right now, with just one person, i don’t,” you said, your eyes drifting off to the street across, where a girl in braids of red hair reminded you of a certain someone you had begun sleeping with in the past few months. 

–

you called natasha on the way home, asking if she had company for the night, and if not, whether she wanted yours. 

she replied that she was frustrated, and that yelena was being a bitch about her wedding planning. natasha had insisted that a band would have been a better musical accompaniment, yelena had wanted to allow tony and clint to get drunk enough to sing for her.

you came to yelena’s rescue, apparently. because right as you arrived right back at natasha’s apartment, where the two women were clearly at each other’s throats and yelena had literally picked up a butter knife to threaten her sister, you caught natasha from lunging at her and wiping the stupid smirk off her face entirely. she thrashed in your arms, but with a few reassuring words and a promise to let yelena have a taste of her own medicine later, she relented. 

“can you believe how stupid she is sounding? wanting the drunkards to sing for her?!” natasha pointed out then, to which yelena took offence once more. 

“i’m sorry i want my wedding to be fun!” she screamed, “you can’t help it if god made your sister boring!”

“why, you–”

you held natasha firmer by your side, at the feeling of her nearly jumping to strangle her sister. “–natasha, enough. let it go.”

“she was being–”

“–it’s her choice, her wedding. let it go, will you? we can discuss this another time, when you two are less…riled up,” then, you leaned in closer, and whispered, “if you behave now, i’ll let you try fucking me against the glass of that window you like seeing me escape out of so much later.” 

her breath hitched, you knew you had struck a deal with natasha. she backed off, and even stopped herself from retaliating at yelena’s middle finger and stuck-out tongue.

but when yelena had left for the day and the two of you were alone, natasha found herself being strapped to the passenger seat of your car, as you drove her to her favourite ice cream parlour nearby.

a pout on her face, natasha asked as you parked, “i thought we were going to have sex after she left.”

you nodded understandingly. “we are, but i think i need to cool you down with ice cream first. i don’t want to get myself injured from your wrath with yelena earlier.”

the truth had been because you thought natasha needed a space to calm down and process her feelings first, and not to bottle it up and shove it away from sex. plus, you thought that the treat would cheer her up a little as well, putting aside how hot you found angry sex was with natasha.

of course, with your little quip, you could only expect natasha elbowing you as hard as she could, as you laughed and opened the door for her to the parlour.

–

“they have a new flavour here,” natasha pointed against the display, “apple pie.”

“you won’t like it.” you thought about natasha’s preferences for ice cream, and while they were boring, they were safe. “they have your usual today.”

but she took it as a challenge, apparently. “i’m going to try it.”

and as the cashier took both your orders, natasha noticed you place an order for her usual flavour. while it was odd that you would deviate from anything even remotely far from cookies and cream, she chose not to speak of it. 

you watched as natasha took her seat in front of you, then taking one bite of her apple pie scoop, before her face morphed into one of doubt, then slight discomfort, and finally, disgust. still, she tried to hide it from you, putting on a straight face as you asked her how it tasted. 

“fine,” she said, but her disdain said otherwise. 

in response, you smirked, offering her a bite of your own scoop. she was persistent in not wanting to at first, but as you offered her again, she took a bite, then another, and another, and oh well by that point you had given her your entire scoop and taken hers away from her. 

you tasted the apple pie scoop. it had cinnamon, something natasha clearly disliked. there was no wonder, you thought, smiling to yourself as you watched her finish the last of her usual order of vanilla with chocolate sprinkles. 

–

you were at the bachelor’s party of yelena’s fiancé when natasha’s call came in. she had dropped you a string of drunk texts that night, a product of her own consequences from attending yelena’s bachelorette party.

“hello, natty?” you answered, moving away from the noisy atmosphere of the club to a secluded side. you caught the groom giving you a confused look, you gestured that it was natasha on the line, and he gave you a weird smirk. 

“hellooo,” she drunkenly slurred. in the background, you could hear yelena asking for more shots. “my lovely, lovely, friend. where–are–you? i want to go home nowww…”

you moved further away from the club, bringing your phone closer to your ear. “i’ll come pick you up. are you sober enough to text me the address?”

just then, the phone was brought to maria’s side, and you could hear her shrieking for natasha to let you enjoy the party, and that there were designated drivers to bring her home if she needed to. natasha yelled back that she wanted you to come pick her up. 

you got the address from the groom, as he and the other people in the party boo-ed you for leaving so soon. you still had a line of shots to finish and a karaoke match that you would be missing, but you had already picked up your jacket and began finding your car keys to pick up natasha then. 

when you found her, she was slumped over the bar counter, in a conversation with the bartender, who was clearly wanting to serve the other customers to earn his keep. you approached, and natasha immediately went to your side as she hung off of you, smiling from ear to ear. her smile made your own lips turn up in amusement. 

“are you the one she’s been talking my head off all night?” the bartender asked, and you chuckled. 

“i guess so,” you thanked him for taking care of her, and left the bar after saying a round of goodbyes to the people in yelena’s party as well. 

– 

you helped natasha to the passenger seat of the car, but right as you reached over her body to help fasten her seatbelt, her hand caught your wrist, forcing you to look up at her. 

her eyes met yours, and in a clear split second of momentary sobriety, you saw sincerity in them. she whispered, “you’re so pretty,  i think i might be in love with you.”

you couldn’t help the laughter that bubbled in your throat, as your first reaction was to snicker, then look away from her. then, when you heard her groan behind you, the snickers became full-blown chuckles as you laughed in her face at the drunken confession. “oh, i have so much blackmail material against you when you’re drunk.”

natasha hit you frustratedly as you returned to the driver’s seat, but you caught her hand as you continued, “you’re drunk, natasha. you’re saying things you don’t mean.”

you helped her out of the car again as you reached her apartment, her leaning her body on yours as she stumbled finding her way through the building. using the extra set of keys she had given you, you unlocked the door and set her down on her sofa. 

guiding her to her bedroom, you felt natasha’s hands then start travelling up and down your body, and while in any normal circumstance you would have indulged her, and perhaps initiated more, you knew she was drunk. you weren’t going to be the asshole who took advantage of their friend, with benefits, when it was unclear even to her what she was doing. 

you removed her hands, and let her lie down on the bed. she pouted. “do you not want me?” 

she saw you disappear into her bathroom for a minute, before returning with her toiletries. “i do. you know i always do. just not when you’re drunk.”

“but i want youuu,” she slurred, “and i’m so horny nowww.”

you smirked, but still refused. instead, you rested on top of her, slowly removing her false eyelashes, then wiping off her makeup, and finally helping her carefully wash her face. she sighed at the gentle massage and warm water. “you know, anyone else would have said yes. anyone else would have been dying for natasha romanoff, me, to sleep with them like this.”

“but i’m not anyone else, aren’t i?” you quipped, taking off her clothes and rejecting yet another advancement for her to take yours off as well. you went to her dresser to find her pyjamas. 

natasha rolled her eyes, turning her body away from you as you dressed her up again in protest. you smiled to yourself at her cuteness, tucking her in and pressing a kiss on her forehead. “tomorrow, when you’re sober and still up for it, call me. i’ll be here right away.”

she watched you place a strip of advil and a glass of water for her hangover tomorrow, before gathering your things again. “...you’re not going to stay? where are you going?” 

drunk natasha really was clingy natasha, you thought. “i have another hookup i need to get to. need to make the most of my nights, you know?”

in truth, you didn’t want to overstep any boundaries you and natasha had set up for yourselves when you first got into this…arrangement. she was clear on not wanting any feelings to be involved, and with how things were turning out tonight, you were afraid that if you stayed, there would be a blurring of some lines from her end on her feelings; lines that she would reenforce the morning after even more strictly. and while you didn’t generally have a problem with that, you had felt that you had gotten natasha to lower her walls down enough to enjoy your company beyond your flings; you didn’t want to risk all that just for a night where she could possibly tell you her drunken feelings about you. you treasured your friendship too much for that. 

and so you left, leaving natasha slightly stung and hurt with the implication that you had someone else, or a lot of someone elses, waiting for you if she wasn’t sleeping with you, and strangely, it affected her more than she thought it would, even drunk as she was. watching you leave, she thought selfishly about how she hadn’t slept with anyone since she began sleeping with you, so was it only fair that you had the decency not to as well?

but you and her were just friends, she had to remind herself. it was not like she had power to dictate who you were seeing, and who you slept with, anyway. it was not like you two were exclusive, or in a relationship at all, which was precisely what natasha hadn’t wanted at the start. now, she was wondering why she even uttered those words at all. 

little did she know, you were doing nothing of the sort. instead, you had gone straight home, put up a romantic comedy on the TV, heated yourself some leftovers, and sighed as you pondered over your own early end to the night.

– 

everyone who knew you and natasha, knew however, that whatever relationship you two had, was more than just friends. that the two of you had crossed the line of just friends about twenty late-night hookups and rendezvouses ago, no matter what either of you claimed about the other. 

it was clear in the way you cared for natasha more than any other friend you had, it was clear in the way natasha sought out for you more than she even initiated a conversation with anyone else. 

which was what made it so incredulous; that you would allow anyone else try to court natasha before you did. 

everyone had warned bucky that what you and natasha shared was more than just a surface friendship, and relations ran deeper than what he thought was possible. but still, it didn’t stop him from taking your own words against yourself, and confronting you about it one day.

“you’re just friends, right?” he asked haughtily, interrupting you as you were helping yelena sort out the final touches to her wedding venue arrangement. you dismissed him with a quick grunt and agreement. 

but he followed you. “then you wouldn’t mind helping me get to know her, would you? or better, helping her fall for me?”

you paused in that moment, yelena, overhearing the conversation, consequently giving him a weird look as well. surely not, she thought, turning her attention to you, but you seemed to contemplate his request. 

and she nearly choked in disbelief, when surprisingly, you agreed to help him out in chasing natasha.

you shared with him that natasha’s birthday was approaching, and when he asked what kind of gifts she would like, you wanted to say something small, heartfelt. but then you realised it was probably only in your case she would like it so. from anyone else, you thought she deserved the world. 

“something big, extravagant,” you told bucky, “natasha deserves only the best, you see.”

he happily lapped up any information you gave him about natasha, the person who knew her best. 

and when her birthday did arrive, you watched by the sidelines as bucky shyly presented his gift to her, an outlandish, extravagant display of just his infatuation for the woman. everyone had thought it was well-thought out, very well suited to what she liked, and you patted yourself on the back at the comments. it was you, after all, who had accompanied bucky to get her gift. 

natasha looked flustered, admittedly, at the surprise of someone knowing what she wanted so well. it wasn’t everyday that she told the people around her what she wanted for her birthday, after all. and to think about it, she had only told you, of her wishlist upon her birthday. 

when she found a moment with you alone that night, as the party winded down and everyone began to leave, she was interrupted by bucky hanging around foolishly, almost as if he was waiting for something to happen between them. she kindly gave him a kiss on the cheek, and promised him she would call him the next day. she needed to get to you first.

you were by the bar as you watched their interaction, the giddy look on bucky’s face as he left and gave you a thumbs-up making you chuckle. 

then, natasha appeared by your side, asking you what was so funny. you didn’t have the heart to tell her. 

“i didn’t forget to get you a gift, by the way,” you told her when she had coaxed you up to her bedroom, “i just…didn’t want the others to see. saved you the embarrassment of the teases and accusations in front of everyone.”

“oh god,” natasha replied, “you’re going to gift me a sex toy, aren’t you? i just know it.”

“you are such an addict,” you snickered, “what do you take me for?!”

then, you pulled out a small box from your jacket, tied in a tiffany blue ribbon with her name written in an accompanying card alongside the box. natasha’s fingers trembled as she received your gift.

to my natasha, my bestest friend. 

she didn’t know why her heart dropped a little in disappointment at the note. but she kept up her unwavering smile, and pulled on the ribbon. 

it was a silver necklace, with a flower pendant right in front. it was neither tacky, nor extravagant and luxurious, like bucky’s gift had been. and while his gift was definitely something natasha liked, and was surprised by, your gift had been the one that almost sent her to tears. 

“because you’re beautiful like the flowers,” you said, a little uncertain as you watched tears well up in her eyes, “natty, are you okay?”

she tried to reel in the tears, but to no avail. worried, you said, “if you don’t like it, i can return it, it’s okay. i can probably get back a half-refund for it, and get you the voucher to spend on something else. oh god, you’re crying because of me, is it that bad…?”

but then, suddenly she was throwing herself onto you, arms wrapped around your neck as she sobbed hysterically. she had never known someone who knew her so well. you wrapped your arms around her body, still confused, when she choked out, “i-it’s perfect. thank you.”

she asked you to help her put it on, and when the clasp was tightened and natasha felt the pendant rest on the base of her collarbones, she held it as if she was holding it close to her heart. it was the best birthday gift she had ever gotten. 

“i’m sorry it’s a little small, and kind of lame,” you professed later, as she laid on top of you, spending the last few moments of her birthday together. it was also the rare few times the both of you were fully clothed while laying on that bed. “i know you deserve so much better, but i…i saw the pendant, and it reminded me of you.”

natasha listened to your heartbeat quicken as she reached out for your hand, interlacing her fingers with yours. “i loved it. you don’t have to apologise. thank you, for today as well. steve told me you planned the party from start to finish. called the caterers to make sure they had what i liked, arranged the drinks from the bar, even nearly having a fight over the cake decorations with the bakery. it must’ve been so much trouble.”

your laugh this time was warm, rumbling from your diaphragm. “not at all. not if it’s for you.”

your eyes met hers, and when natasha readjusted her face just so that she could be closer, to give you a perfect opportunity to lean down and kiss her, to give her the perfect end to her birthday night, you stupidly looked away, and told her you couldn’t stay. 

as you left, you reminded her to call bucky again, and natasha nearly threw her own phone at you in frustration. 

– 

natasha had unwillingly agreed to a lunch date with bucky, upon your suggestion that he was a nice guy, and that she was the only one left to go to yelena’s wedding without a date. she made you promise to pick her up right after, and while you feigned that she was so troublesome for asking for such, you were happy to do it for her. 

“well, how was it?” you asked. you had been driving for a good fifteen minutes after picking her up, and natasha still had not said one word about him. she had only been talking to you about your day up until then. 

she shrugged, almost as if not giving a care for it. “it was okay. he paid for the lunch. we talked about yelena’s wedding.” 

“okay enough for a second date?”

she looked away to the window. you thought you said something wrong, when she replied, “what do you think about him?”

“well, i don’t know,” you said, “when he came to me, asking for help to get you to like him, i thought he seemed genuine enough. so…i helped him.”

“wait,” natasha suddenly sat up, shooting you a glare, “you were helping him? to get to me?”

your gaze met hers for a brief moment, before returning to the road. “...yes? is there anything wrong with that?”

she stayed quiet for a moment, but you knew she was seething. you offered to explain yourself, to tell her that you just wanted the best for her, that’s all, and that bucky seemed like a good partner for her, when natasha held up a hand to stop you. 

then, she demanded for you to stop the car and let her out.

“what?” you asked, puzzled. “it’s still half an hour to your apartment, natty. and it’s about five degrees out, you’ll freeze to death if you get out.”

“i said, stop the car!” she argued back defiantly, “stop the car or i’m opening the door right now and throwing myself out!”

you knew not to take natasha’s words lightly, as you stopped finally. then, you watched with even more disbelief, as she unbuckled her seatbelt, got out, and slammed the door shut again. 

when she began walking her route home, you followed her with your car and pleaded, “come on, natty, are you mad at me?”

she refused to make eye contact or acknowledge you. 

“fine, i was wrong. i never should’ve helped him, and i won’t help him anymore. i just…i wanted what was best for you, you know? come on, get back in the car, it’s cold outside, and you still have so far to go if you walk.”

“what’s best for me…” she said under her breath, “...how do you know what’s best for me?”

“natty, i said i’m sorry!” you begged this time, but natasha suddenly took a turn to the right, leading up to a row of shops where the roads didn’t allow for cars in, and you knew it was your sign to leave her alone. she still didn’t acknowledge you when you said you were sorry for the third time. 

–

the next time bucky came up in a conversation between you both (you had been very careful not to tread upon it since that day), natasha told you that she had let him down and told him to try again when she was more ready for a relationship.

you were afraid of asking why, in fear that she would ignore you and get upset all over again, but she invited you to do so. so you asked, and she said that she had her eye on someone else the whole time, so it was unwelcomed at the thought of you trying to set her up with bucky.

you had wanted to ask who it was, your curiosity piqued, when you were interrupted by wanda asking you for a dance. it had been at another friend’s wedding, after all. 

natasha found herself digging her fingernails into her palms when you took wanda’s hand and danced with her.

–

the woman showed you just how jealous she had been of wanda hours later in your bedroom. with the knowledge that her and bucky were no longer a thing, you no longer had to respect your boundaries with her as a friend, and the both of you returned to sleeping together again. to say that you missed natasha’s touch had been an understatement.

“you look so pretty with my hands around your neck,” natasha whispered harshly. there it was again. the last time she called you so pretty, she was drunk. now, she was sober, and you were still finding it hard to believe her words. perhaps it was just something she said in the heat of the moment.

you moaned as her fingers plunged harder, and deeper, within you, letting your eyes roll to the back of your head as natasha ravaged you for the night. in the morning you would wake in her bed again, and it would be okay, because you had her back, finally. the red, raw trails on your back from her fingers wouldn’t feel so sore, the hickeys around your neck and jaw no longer a nuisance. because you had her back, and it was all that mattered. 

–

leading up to yelena’s wedding, the two of you returned to a shared normalcy that was similar to before the bucky incident; something both you and natasha were grateful for.

you would pick her up for lunch at her favourite restaurants most days, and on more than one occasion, you would catch natasha taking pictures of you when the both of you were alone. she thought you looked too good, in the natural sunlight of the restaurant window, and in the scarf that she had bought for you for your birthday. 

when you would ask to see the photos later on, you found it hard to disagree that the world did look better in natasha’s eyes. 

away from your prying eyes later, natasha would set the photos she took of you as her phone wallpaper. 

– 

with natasha as the maid of honour and you being one of the grooms (wo)men, natasha was the one who insisted that you at least knew how to dance properly when the slow songs came about. you had whined that you wouldn’t be dancing anyway, since you didn’t have a date, and you weren’t looking to find a date, but the woman was insistent, and you could never really say no to her. 

“it’s easy, just follow me, and try not to step on my feet,” she reminded you, fixing the turntable to an elvis record. you watched in adoration at the warm lighting of the room, and how, even in her pyjamas and her hair tied in a messy bun, natasha still managed to look beautiful even in her apartment’s living room. 

she took your hands in hers, placing it on her waist, as she laid her head on your shoulder. “breathe. and follow me.”

the music played. it was easy enough keeping up with natasha, following her footsteps and swaying to the music. but what was not easy, was having her breath fanning out against your neck, the smell of wine in her mouth, and the music, oh the music. it was a huge mistake to dance with natasha when elvis’ can’t help falling in love was playing in the background.

the both of you softly, slowly danced, natasha taking comfort in your touch, while the music accompanied all that you were feeling for the night.

shall i stay? would it be, would it be a sin? if i can't help falling in love with you 

would it be a sin if you fell for natasha? you could only hold her closer, relishing in the fact that in that brief moment, where the two of you were dancing, no one else mattered, and nothing else was there, except for your two souls, beating as one. once the song was over, it would be back to being just friends for you both, but in that moment, you were infinite, and you were natasha’s. 

when she felt you let go first as the song ended, natasha resisted the urge to hold on tighter and ask for a second song. 

– 

on the morning of the wedding, you woke natasha up first, pressing kisses all over her cheeks and face as she giggled and wrestled you off. then, she tried sneaking her hand past the band of your panties, to which you reluctantly pulled her out of, mentioning how you couldn’t be late to yelena’s wedding, of all events. she groaned and kissed you for a consolation prize. 

the both of you got ready together. in the bathroom mirror, when the two of you were brushing your teeth, you made eye contact with natasha and she did with you. she smiled shyly, and you realised you didn’t mind spending the rest of your mornings brushing your teeth beside her for a lifetime. 

she sat on your lap as she did your makeup, and you did the same doing hers. the both of you must have had a silent agreement to not look into the other’s eyes for too long in those moments, because you knew natasha wanted to kiss you just as much as you wanted to kiss her when she got too close. 

and when the both of you arrived and separated into your respective sides of the venue, you wished natasha the best of luck with a kiss to her cheek. she hugged you back in reassurance, telling you would do well in the slowdance later. 

when the guests were seated and ready, and natasha and you standing in the opposite sides of the bride and groom, you caught her eye again, watching yelena walk in. she looked absolutely radiating, and you knew she was thanking natasha secretly for convincing her that a band was a better musical accompaniment than whatever she had planned for herself. 

you look beautiful, you mouthed to natasha. she hid her blush in the bridesmaid beside her, as she mouthed the same back to you. 

but when elvis’ song came on again, as yelena walked down the aisle, your eyes were still transfixed on each other. it didn’t matter, because everyone else’s eyes were on the bride then. only you and natasha had each other.

and suddenly, you realised that forever with someone, didn’t seem so bad at all. not if it’s with her. not if it’s natasha. 

 the domesticity, the mundaneness, it wasn’t all so boring if it was with her. you realised you would relive the thousands of days of doing nothing, if it was spent by her side. 

you realised you would do anything for her, even go out to get a ring for her right then, propose and then marry her in a chapel, if that was what she wanted. if it meant forever with her. 

you realised that maybe you loved her, more than just friends. and loving her meant realising that you didn’t have to make a wish ever again because you already had everything you could ever want with her. 

– 

you wanted to ask for her hand when it was time to slow dance. you wanted to ask her to be yours. you wanted to ask her if it hurt to breathe while you loved her as much as she loved you. 

but when you found her, and went to her side to ask her, you were interrupted by bucky once again, who patted you on the back and diverted his attention to natasha. 

he asked her to dance first. and the smile on your face fell, natasha noticed. she halted him, turning to you to ask what was wrong, but then you shook your head, telling her you were fine. she asked again, but you insisted that she dance with him. you would tell her later.

you didn’t know if you were too late. you didn’t know if there were good reasons natasha had established boundaries between the two of you, and whether breaking them meant losing her forever. what were you thinking, that just because you caught feelings, meant she would catch them too? 

you wouldn’t risk what you have with her just because of your feelings. you treasured natasha too much for that. 

and so when she slow danced with the man on the dance floor and tried catching your eye to dance with her instead, you only gave her a small smile and left the ballroom first. 

because you weren’t hers and she wasn’t yours. that had been the arrangement from the start. 

[christinarowie332]

stupid horny fucks .

chris sturniolo x reader (smut)

warnings: accidental dick pic lmao . smut ovs ? quick fuck . possible angst if u squint . possible series . not proof read

in which : chris accidentally sends his bestfriend a none PG photo …….. resulting in tears of tension being released…. but was it a mistake?

ps : don’t send unsolicited nudes , it’s weird as fuck . this is heavily fiction . don’t be a weirdo .

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the room was a calm environment, me , nick, matt and chris all sat in dim lighting from the tv , my legs sprawled over nicks lap on the couch as we all relax in our shared space. this was a normal night for us all , a movie in the background, snacks and drinks arrayed out as we all engage in absent minded easy conversations. chris was quieter tonight. i notice as i allways do , subconsciously focussed on him , it’s hard not to be when your surrounded by things that remind you of him , and of course himself . i’ve always felt wierd with chris . it’s not all the time . 70% of the time he’s just an annoying, loud , funny , sweet friend . same with nick and matt . but that 30% , that’s something even chris himself couldn’t get out of me . god he’s attractive. the way his legs are spread , his sweatpants pressing against his dick , the shadow of his bulge basically begging to be touched. his fluffy hair , swept against his features , the loose curls lightly lay on his forehead. his sharp facial features being illuminated by his phone screen as he looks down to it , his pink lips puckered as he concentrates. god everything about him just makes my skin crawl , goosebumps literally growing on the skin of my arms at the thoughts that run through my head. the way his veiny hands would look around my neck. the low tank top he’s wearing , and how his sleek collarbones would feel on my lips . fuck .

i cross my legs on nicks lap , squeezing them together to relieve the growing tension between them . nicks head turns towards me , his confused expression catching my attention. “you good?” he asks , shifting himself on the sofa , his voice making matt and chris glance over at us .

“i’m fine , just getting comfortable” i send him a reassuring smile after speaking , all three of the brothers attention going back to the tv or phones . thank god . i try to distract myself from my thoughts (chris), pulling my phone from beneath my body on the cushioned seat . i open snapchat and start scrolling through my recent snaps , random guys , my friends , team snapchat (wow i have no life) . i start snapping them back , ceilings , selfies . chris . i open his snap and it’s just a normal photo of him , sexy as fuck ,but just a normal face snap , i send him one back and carry on with the rest of them .

after a while , i’m watching a instagram reel and get a chat notification from chris . i look up at him with furrowed eyebrows. “chris i’m literally in the same room as you why are u snapping me ?” i ask , waving my hand around with my phone in its grasp . he doesn’t look at me as he responds, his thumb still lazily scrolling on his phone. i roll my eyes beofre opening the chat . said eyes basically fall out of my head when i open it . i audibly gasp and my head shoots towards chris , making literally everyone look at me .

“sorry.” i replies to their stares , i watch all three of their attentions go back to their original places , before chris’s head snaps towards me , his eyes wide and jaw muscles clenched . the photo he sent me , was probably the last thing i ever thought i would see . his dick . in all it’s glory , veins decorated up the shaft , towards his tip , pre cum dripping down the side . it was fucking huge . i look down at my now vibrating phone in my hand , chris frantically texting me .

chris | I DIDNDTTT MENBA TO SEND THET

: DONT FUCKIJG SAY ANYTHING.

: Y/N

: OLESSE

: THAT WAS NOT MEANT FOR YOU

: bro i’m so sorry

: please just forget u saw that

: nah im actually sorry

it takes me a few seconds to contain myself . before i decide to text him back .

me | chris bro it’s literally fine .

chris | i’m so sorry

: i’m acc so sorry

me | chris .

: i said it’s fine .

chris | are u sure ? i’m so fucking sorry .

me | why are u sorry ???? that’s a nice ass dick .

why the fuck would i say that . chris’s bitmoji stops typing . and just stays still for a while before i see a new message.

chris | my room . five mins .

me | i’m going now . follow me idfc

i immediately get up from my seat , throwing to phone to the sofa and twlling the boys i’m going to bed . i make it to chris’s room in seconds , leaving the door open and waiting for him there . it’s a minute until i watch him speed into the room and slam the door behind him , walking towards me and grabbing my neck to slam his lips onto mine .

the kiss is fast and needy , clothes being torn off as our lips collide and tongues explore each others mouths . he leads me to the bed in just his boxers , and unclips my bra before dropping me onto his mattress . he watches the recoil from the springs in his bed make my tits bounce , a small smirk playing on his lips beofre climbing on top of me and attaching his mouth onto my neck .

he pries out small wimpers as he bites and sucks on my skin , leaving bruises up to my ear and over my chest , my hips thrusting forwards to reach his bulge , aiming for any friction as the tingling between my thighs intensifies .

“are you sure ?” he breathes into my neck , it’s like all i’ve been relying on is pure instinct, his words barley make it into my head and i’m drunk in his touch . “yes fuck , just hurry up and fuck me” i reply, lurching my hands to his face and bringing him up from my chest, reattaching our lips . his fingers make his way to my clothed pussy , his middle finger drawing circles over my swollen clit . his muscles contort as he moves , curved shadows against his pale skin . the veins running up his forearm from his slender fingers .perfectly smooth and sharp at the same time . “so needy……” he says moving his fingers upwards before putting them under my underwear, running his cold finger between my folds . “and so fucking wet” he continues, making his way to my clit with his fingers , making me lift into his touch and moaning at the sensation. he continues his movements placing his knee forward towards my heat , slowly prying my legs open so he has better access , slowly increasing the speed making me a whimpering mess underneath him .

he pulls his fingers away and swiftly takes off his boxers , pumping his dick a couple of times before placing the tip at my entrance and running it through my folds . “are u one hundred perfect sure?” he asks , i nod frantically, readjusting my self underneath him making myself comfortable. “words baby , you know i would love to fuck you sensless but right now i need your words”

“YES CHRIS JUST FUCK ME”. i raise my voice , i see his eyes flicker and an eyebrow raise before he slams into me , a smirk growing on his face as he watches me sink into the bed , all confidence gone as he pounds into me. “JESUS FUCK , fuck” i allmost scream as he thrusts into me, my hands slapping his back , nails digging into his back at the feeling .

his hair flops against his forehead at each thrust , groans and heavy breathing falling from his lips. his hands hold his up as he towers over me , silencing my own cries of pleasure with his mouth on mine still sloppily placing kisses on my lips before moving down my neck. “your doing so well , i’m so close baby i’ve wanted this for so- fuck” he breathes out as he keeps thrusting , each minute pulling energy and sweat from our body’s as we both edge closer to our release . my hands hold his shoulders pulling myself into him to deepen his reach into me , feeling his ruthless abuse of my g spot , not allowing any thoughts to come from my brain . quite literally fucking me senseless .

“FUCK , chris i’m so close , CHRIS don’t stop please” i plead to him , making his speed pick up . “me too mama me too , come baby please” he says as his finger moves towards my clit , the circles matching his thrusts as he eggs my release on . i feel his dick twitch inside of me , at this i feel myself completely release around him , loud moans being silence as his hand rests on my throat as he kisses me through my orgasm . moments later i feel him also topple over the edge fulling out and feeling warm strings of cum coat my stomach and chest .

he flops down next to , his chest heaving and loose curls wet slightly around his neck with sweat .

“what the fuck just happened” i say looking over to him

he just stares at the ceiling .

what the fuck just happened .

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i’m so drunk rn this is such a mess .

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side note : i love u all sm , like acc . sorry for the delay in the fics but i hate posting shit that’s half assed or rushed , and i like to make sure that my shits realistic to the boys . you know ? hope y’all still love me LMAO !!!

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[dongfuck]

Christmas Miracle - l.jn

pairing: stranger!jeno x fem!reader

genre: fluff, angst, smut

warnings: dom!jeno, slight handjob, finger sucking, teasing, fingering, overstimulation, blowjob, praising, edging, unprotected sex, riding, multiple orgasms, cum inside, messy sex

wc: 4.2k

note: kinda proud of this ngl

taglist: @smuchsmut , @tyongspice1 , @matchahyuck , @goquokka , @nctgirlok297 , @jenojammin , @johnniverse , @jungkooksmamii , @220513080208 , @ablackbtsstan , @melaninjhs

“Pfftt That’s stupid. Stop trying to set me up on blind dates, assholes.” Jeno rolled his eyes at his friends and continued playing his game on his PS5. “You’re so boring, dude. You need to have a little spice in your life y’know?” Haechan nudged Jeno with his elbow. “What, like pussy?” Jeno scoffed in disbelief at his friend. “Yes!” once again, he rolled his eyes before replying, “That’s all you dicks think about, isn’t it? Fucking nincompoops.” without him noticing, Jisung, who has been quiet ever since they got on this topic, finally spoke. “I didn’t say a word!” he crossed his arms to his chest and pouted ever so slightly. “Apart from you, Ji. You’re nothing like them.” Jeno turned around swiftly to flash his signature smile before turning back to focus on his game.

Renjun, on the other hand, didn’t seem too happy about the situation. “Ugh, it’s so annoying that Jeno has a favourite.” he muttered under his breath. “Good luck taking that spot.” Haechan smirked to the boy as he popped a marshmallow in his mouth. “Of course! I’ll even buy you one the next time we go there. Mhm. What? No, it’s okay! I’ll manage.” Jaemin’s voice was heard faintly from behind them as Jeno turned around in curiosity. “Who’s Jaemin talking to?” he asked the boys. “Probably his girlfriend. They’re literally insufferable.” Chenle shivered visibly and a round of snorts and chuckled were heard. “You haven’t seen Haechan with his.” Mark raised a brow as the thought flooded his mind.

“I’m not as disgusting as they are!” Haechan said loud enough for Jaemin, who just ended his call, to hear. “You hurt my feelings!” Jaemin yelled. “He hurt mine!” the other boy pointed in Mark’s direction as he made a ‘not my fault’ look. “Can you guys shut the fuck up for a minute, please? I’m trying to play my game. God.” Jeno moved one side of his headphones behind his ear to make sure he was hearing everything correctly. “What about you, Jeno? When are you going to get all cringy with your future girlfriend or boyfriend?” Chenle teased with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “That’s it! Get out!” Jeno wore his headphones properly again before the boys broke into a fit of laughter.

“I’m being serious!”

It was exactly three days before Christmas and Jeno was beyond excited to spend another holiday with his relatives and some douchebags. He’s currently standing by his Christmas tree as he searches for any imperfections on it. Walking around and squinting his eyes at the tree, he finally found a crack behind a gold ornament. Too bad, it was his favourite though. “Aw man, why does it have to be this one?” He mumbled to himself before throwing the broken ornament into the box he prepared for things like this. Walking further along the tree, he spotted another one, this time, it looks like someone spilled gorilla glue on it. “These dicks, I swear.” Jeno shook his head side to side and threw the piece into the box.

Long story short, Jeno had needed some help decorating his Christmas tree and he thought that it was a great idea to ask the boys for some help. He knew he couldn’t trust them but at least they got the job done. Not sure where the glue came from though. Taking another round around the tree, he finally finished taking out all the spoiled ornaments. Taking a quick scan at the tree, he noticed that it’s almost half empty. Groaning, he took a peek at the box and thought of the what ifs. What if he hadn’t asked for their help? What if he bought higher quality ornaments? What if he just doesn’t buy a tree at all? Figuring he should probably go shopping for some new ones, he took a mental note to visit town and look for some. Tomorrow. He is not in good shape to leave his house right now. Might as well fall asleep in the middle of the drive.

The next day, Jeno was seen getting dressed in his room to go shopping. He wore a white hoodie with some jeans and who thought that even the simplest of clothing could make heads turn. He sighed before leaving his house with his phone and car keys in hand. Who needs a wallet if you have a phone? Getting into the car, he set a GPS to the nearest department store before driving off. The drive to the store was quiet, except for the soft Christmas music playing through his speakers. Jeno purposely played them from his playlist to sort of get into the Christmas mood. His personal favourite would definitely be ‘Last Christmas’ by Wham! though.

As Jeno listened to the lyrics of the song that said, “Last Christmas, I gave you my heart but the very next day, you gave it away. This year, to save me from tears, I’ll give it to someone special.”, he suddenly chuckled to himself as he looked out the front window. “Not gonna happen.” All of a sudden, there was a ring coming from his phone which he startled himself with. “Who the fuck?” he furrowed his brows before lifting his phone and pressing the green button on it. Don’t worry, he’s got his eyes on the road. “What do you want?” he said harshly into the phone. “You didn’t have to be so mean.” a girl from the other line spoke with arrogant laced in her voice.

“I asked you a question.” Jeno was already starting to get tired of his ex’s voice and he really felt like ending the call right then and there. “I’m getting married on Christmas and I just thought that maybe you’d be interested to attend my wedding.” when Jeno didn’t respond, she continued explaining the details of her upcoming wedding. “This invitation is very limited ‘cause not everyone is gonna be invited. I’ll even save you a seat if you decide to come. You can bring your girlfriend too if you have one.” at that, Jeno scoffed incoherently and rolled his eyes. Of course not everyone’s gonna be invited. Not everyone cares about you. “I’m busy on Christmas.” he shortly responded. “Oh— I mean of course you are, it is Christmas. But if you ever change your mind you can—” she wasn’t able to finish her sentence when Jeno cut her off.

“Why are you making me feel like obligated to be there? It’s your wedding and you’re not someone I’m personally close to so stop pressuring me to attend.” he spat out calmly. He knew he was a little overreacting but he just can’t help it when she’s so far up his ass. Memories of how she treated him just starts to flood back in and all he could feel was rage. “Jeno I… I didn’t mean to make you feel that way. I was just trying to—” groaning loudly, Jeno annoyedly said, “Just have your wedding done and get it over with. I don’t wanna hear from you anymore.” and with that he ends the call. Don’t get me wrong, Jeno isn’t always like this but something about her just irks him in a way he’s never felt before.

He hated her. No matter how many exes he’s had, she’ll always be the worse. She’s upset him in the most ridiculous ways ever but he always held back. Until one day, he decides to end things off during an argument and boy was the look on her face priceless. She was undeniably shocked but soon her face turned into disgust and horror and Jeno almost felt bad for what he said but fortunately, he stood his ground and didn’t let his feelings get to him. And that’s how he ends up here. In the car, on the way to a nearby department store to pick up some decorations for his half empty tree that seemed to be taking forever.

Finally, Jeno parked his car in a very convenient spot right by the store before getting out of it and walking into the said store. He was immediately greeted with beautiful Christmas themed everything and there were quite the amount of people too. Walking further into the place, he looked around for the Christmas section until he finally found it right at the end of the trail. As he looked through the tree ornaments, he was astonished to see how low the prices were for a box of beautiful and unique decorations. He ponded on the thought of getting some for his friends but they probably wouldn’t need it anyway so he settles on getting just one.

On the spur of the moment, Jeno suddenly gets reminded that he hadn’t got any presents for anyone! Looking distraught, he immediately went and took a basket and started to look for things to gift. After a while of searching and looking, he finally got the perfect presents for the perfect people. Here are a part of the gifts he bought. A shaver for Haechan, a painting set for Renjun, a film camera for Jaemin (he always wanted one), a pair of sunglasses for Chenle, a speaker for Jisung, and a blanket for Mark. Yeah, he couldn’t really think of anything else for Mark and a guitar would definitely leave a hole in his wallet. Or at least in Jeno’s case, his phone.

After paying for the items and thanking the cashier, Jeno walked out of the store with a cheery feeling in him. That’s when he saw a woman struggling with the bags in her hand. “Ah shit, these really are going to kill me one day.” he’d heard her say. At first he didn’t care too much about it but when he noticed her walking to the exact direction as he was, he thought that maybe lending a hand wouldn’t hurt. So he walked up to her and offered some help. “Hey. Let me help you with that.” he said. “Oh— it’s fine I can—” before she could say anything more, Jeno had already took some of the bags in his free hand and began walking with her. “Where’s your car?” he asked as they walked awkwardly.

“Just right there.” she lifted a heavy hand and pointed to the car right next to his. “Oh that’s convenient. We’re parked next to each other.” Jeno smiled and looked at her which she shyly returned. Reaching her car, she put down the bags and unlocked her car before starting to load it with the mentioned bags. “Thanks for helping me. I really appreciate it.” the woman thanked him once she finished. “It’s my pleasure.” he said and walked away with a smile carved onto his face. Helping people really do make you happy. Getting into his own car, he couldn’t stop thinking about the woman he just helped and silently regretted not asking for her number but he knew that if God was willing to give him a chance, he’d meet her again.

The next two days went by in a flash and without anyone noticing, there’s only about 6 hours until Christmas. Jeno is currently spending time with his fellow mates at a local pub. “So what do you guys wanna do before it’s finally Christmas?” Chenle spoke with a sip of his beer. “I don’t know. Chill?” Mark suggested as he shrugged. “What the fuck do you mean by chill? We should have some fun! Go ice skating or bowling or something.” Haechan excitedly exclaimed. “If you wanted to do all those things, you should’ve said that sooner like I don’t know, yesterday?? Not when there’s less than a day ‘till Christmas you idiot.” Renjun added with a roll of his eyes. “Excuse me? Did you not read the group chat? I literally invited you guys out but none of you responded to me.” Haechan stated with annoyance.

“I mean like, who would respond to you, right?” Jaemin muttered under his breath but it seemed like everyone heard him when they all started to laugh softly. Except Haechan of course. “How dare you—” he was cut off by none other than Park Jisung himself. “Can we not fight right before Christmas?” Jisung glared at the black haired boy. “I wasn’t going to say anything.” he put his hands up and sipped on his cocktail before they continued chatting normally. Just then, Jeno received a notification on his phone. Lifting the gadget to check it, it was just Instagram letting him know someone had liked his story. Putting it back down, the whole table was suddenly staring at him. Like some kind of horror movie. “Why are you guys staring at me like that?” he gulped his iced lemon tea nervously. Who the fuck orders lemon tea at a pub, gosh.

Suddenly, they all looked interested in the notification he just got. “Is it someone you’re seeing?” Mark smiled mischievously as Jeno’s face turned into a look of pure annoyance. “God, just fucking drop it!” he plead with a hushed yell. “Not until you find someone for yourself. We’re trying to help you! You just look so miserable and lonely after Rina left and we—” Haechan said but stopped when he noticed the shift in Jeno’s demeanour. He knew he shouldn’t have talked about her but it just slipped through his mouth without him even thinking about it. “I’m sure you’ve found yourself interested in someone, right?” Chenle tried to advert the attention from Haechan to avoid any awkward conversations.

Clearing his throat, Jeno threw a look of warning towards Haechan (which he smiled nervously at) before answering Chenle’s question. “Maybe I have. But I’ll probably never see her again so…” he took a sip of his drink once again and stared at the wooden table in front of him. “Oh my God. Are you being for real? What’s she like?” Jisung spoke with curiosity and excitement hidden in his voice. “Well, I’ve only talked and seen her once but she seems like a nice person. Very shy too. And… extremely pretty. She’s not pretty in a sense that she’d make heads turn and be the one everyone looks at in a crowd but rather a very low-key one. Like she’d look really basic if you look at her from afar but from up close, you can really see how beautiful of a person she really is. I might be wrong though. I’m not entirely sure.”

No one said anything when he was talking about the girl he met but deep down, every single one of them knows that he’s finally met the one.

Eight minutes ‘till Christmas and the whole town’s gathered together, waiting for the clock to strike twelve. Jeno was standing with his friends as they talked about their wishes this Christmas. “You shouldn’t say it out loud y’know. It won’t come true then.” Haechan teased the youngest with a sick smile. “Wait— For real? Shit.” Jisung had his eyes wide as he looked everywhere but Haechan. Jeno seemed to be preoccupied on something to even pay attention to the conversation his friends were having. Who’d guess that that something is the girl he’d met a few days prior. She looked beautiful in a brown coat and a beige beanie standing next to what he guessed to be her friend.

They were laughing and chatting with uncountable joy and Jeno couldn’t help but smile slightly at the sight. And within no time at all, he’s standing in front of the two girls smiling brightly at the girl on the right. Not creepy at all. “Uh do you know this guy, Y/n?” your friend whispered into your ear softly. “Yeah, uh… Give us a moment.” and then you pulled Jeno away from the crowd hurriedly. “Hey. You’re the guy that helped me the other day, right?” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear nervously. “Yeah. Didn’t expect to see you again.” Jeno still maintained the smile on his face. “Well I mean the whole town’s here. Kinda hard not to be here as well y’know.” you laughed a little as you stared at your feet on the ground.

“Right. My bad.” Jeno laughed along with you before he looked down at his watch. Two minutes more and his phone is blowing up with calls from his friends but he decides to put his phone on silent mode. He then clears his throat and looked back at the girl in front of him with soft eyes. “Look. I’m going to be completely honest with you. Since I saw you the other day, I just knew that I liked you. And I know we don’t really know each other, I mean we don’t even know each other’s names, but I just really wish that we can work things out and love one another.” Well that was quick. Even Jeno himself admits it. You were shocked to say the least and stared at him with wide eyes before the corner of your lips turned into a small smile.

“I think I might like you more than I thought.” and with that your that lips landed on his as you tip-toed to reach his height. Fireworks were blowing up in the sky as the locals start to cheer loudly at the thought of surviving another Christmas with their loved ones. Jeno’s phone (and yours too) was vibrating in an ungodly manner but he didn’t seem to care once his hand slithers around your waist before he pulls you closer to him until your bodies were touching one another. You smiled happily into the kiss and wrapped both of your hands around his neck as you kissed him deeper. Pulling away for air, your foreheads met and within seconds you both were laughing shyly but the fireworks were loud enough to block any sound you let out. “So what’s your name?” Jeno asked with a breathy chuckle. “Y/n. Park Y/n. How about you?” You raised a brow and bit your inner lip softly. “Lee Jeno.” he grinned before pecking your left cheek cheekily. “Well then Merry Christmas, Lee Jeno.” you wished him. “Merry Christmas to you too, Park Y/n.”

And since that night, you guys have been going out more than normal couples do but you both didn’t care. You loved being around one another and sometimes, you just can’t get enough of each other.

Like right now.

When his hands are feeling every inch of you he didn’t get to feel before. His lips are attached to your neck, leaving bruises and red spots so much that you don’t even bother to ask him to stop anymore. Your hand unconsciously found its way into his pants and you’re currently stroking his cock in your palm with your eyes closed. “Fuck, Y/n, faster…” he moaned into your neck before you rubbed your thighs together and began moving your hand up and down his dick at a faster pace, just like he wanted. This action seemed to catch his attention when his right hand suddenly makes its way between your legs and rubs against your clothed heat.

You threw your head back at the touch and all of a sudden, Jeno takes your hand off of him and rips off your last piece of clothing (which just so happens to be your panties) before throwing them somewhere around the room. You were caught off guard by his sudden dominance but that doesn’t mean you didn’t enjoy it. The shriek you let out was whorish but you pretended not to notice when he suddenly takes two fingers and sticks them into your hot mouth. You sucked eagerly at the digits and when he thinks that they’re wet enough, he pulls them from your mouth gently and lead them down to your reddened pussy, leaving a trail of saliva along the way.

Jeno teased your clit multiple times. Pulling and drawing circles around it before finally going to where you needed him the most. He traced your entrance with two of his fingers, making you let out a frustrated moan loud enough for his ears before he enters them excruciatingly slow. “Jeno, please just—” before you could even finish your sentence, he was pumping them in and out of you rapidly and you couldn’t help but grip his arm tightly, leaving red marks around it. “Fuck yeah.” Jeno muttered when hot liquid start to flow out of you. He didn’t want to stop though, he just kept going and going. “Jeno, t-that’s enough.” you tried to push his hands away but he wouldn’t budge. When he began hitting that spot again, you just went completely feral under him. Kicking your legs and tightening your grip around his arm before finally, you came around his fingers once again.

Pulling them out of you after a few last pumps, Jeno took his fingers to his lips and made sure you looked at him as he licked them clean. The gesture was lewd and dirty but you couldn’t help but want more. As you were still in your daze, he leaned against the bed frame and urged you to go to him. Following his instructions, you crawled your way towards him and instinctively pulled his shorts down along with his underwear and placed your hand on his hard dick before beginning to move your hand around it like before. Jeno probably did see it coming but even if he didn’t, he did a good job hiding his surprise when he quickly adjusted to it. His eyes flickered to your face to watch your expressions with heavy breaths before he wordlessly asked you to suck on him.

Taking the hint, you lowered your head and started giving kitten licks to his pink tip and in no time he already has a hand gripping your hair with his head thrown back. Moving further down his length, you tried to take all of him inside your mouth but you knew that it wasn’t possible so you covered the rest with both of your hands. Them synchronising with your mouth movements. Jeno’s grip on your hair softened and he gave small pats and rubs to the top of your head as he mutters praises under his breath. “Such a good girl…” he moaned out. You could literally feel him twitch in you and you knew that he was close. Speeding up your movements, you heard him letting out incoherent phrases before he rapidly shook your head with the grip he had in you.

Deciding to tease him a little, you abruptly took your mouth off of him with an innocent grin plastered on your face. “No— Fuck— Get back down.” He looked puzzled by your actions but you wanted to give him something you think he’ll like more. “Shh… I have something else for you.” you placed your knees at opposite sides of his legs before positioning yourself on his cock. “I love you, Jeno.” and with that you entered him inside you and felt your walls clenching around him. “Fuck!” you both exclaimed in unison before you took a hand and held his shoulders to balance yourself. “S-So… tight…” said Jeno with parted lips. “Mmh…” you sealed your lips to contain your moans as you moved up and down his length at a steady pace.

“Oh fuck yeah.” Jeno opened his shut eyes before taking both of his hands and placing them on either sides of your waist to help you out. He was setting the pace himself and within seconds all you could hear was skin slapping against each other and lewd sounds coming from the both of you. You couldn’t take the pleasure anymore and without you noticing you’ve already came all over him. Jeno noticing this, quickly fucked all the cum back into you and said, “Not yet. You have to wait for me.” he kissed your neck lovingly and licks it every now and then. “Jeno, please I can’t take it anymore…” you whined with a small pout on your lips. “Almost there, baby. Just a little more.” he gripped your waist tighter and gave you a kiss on your wet lips before he finally came in you. Hard.

You could feel his release flowing out of you but Jeno knew better than to leave it so he collects all the cum with his dick and fucks it back into you like before, smearing the remaining white liquid all around you glistening pussy. “You’re the best, Jeno.” you smiled and hugged him tight. “Me? Noo you’re better.” he laughed and hugged you back with a grin on his face. “I wish we can stay like this forever.” your voice was muffled in his neck and you were beginning to get tired and drowsy until you finally fell asleep right then and there on his shoulder without hearing his response to what you said.

“Don’t worry. I’m never letting go of you.”

jeno’s a sweet guy okay ☹️

[jjmaybankshousekeeping]

i need your touch || JJ MAYBANK

summary - jj and yn got into a fight, but due to the current storm, neither of them can leave the château, so they’ll be stuck together, which would be especially difficult for jj since he craves yn’s touch, something he can’t have.

warnings - angst?, fluff.

word count - 407

a/n - thank you for the request :) sorry it took me so long to answer, i haven’t really been on tumblr in quite a while. i do believe this was a request but it took me so long to finish it that the request has somehow disappeared lol.

post number - 6

reader - she/her.

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“do you fucking mind?” jj spat towards his girlfriend.

she snarled back, “what?”

“stop looking at me. it’s fucking annoying.”

y/n chuckled, “all right then, big man.”

y/n walked away, going to get herself a drink, as john b and pope walked over to the blonde boy.

“woah!” john b raised his eyebrows, “trouble in paradise?”

“oh, don’t even ask. i don’t even know what’s going on. i just know that we’re really mad at each other for some reason.”

pope was confused, “you’re mad at each other, even though neither of you know what for, but you’re still continuing to be mad at her?”

he thought for a moment, “uh, yeah. that’s about right.”

jj explained when this all started and how neither of them knew what for. he mentioned how difficult it was for him to not go and lie down in bed for him, and go cuddle with y/n like they always did during storms.

after about an hour, he’d had enough and went to go lie down; however, his girlfriend already beat him to it.

“bro.”

“what?”

“i basically live in this room and i can’t even come in here now.”

“nobody said you can’t.” she pointed out, “literally nobody is stopping you.”

jj thought, “oh, yeah.”

he went and sat down on the bed, opposite side of the bed from where y/n was relaxing, trying to keep as much distance as possible.

he tried to get comfortable, but with the loud thunder going on outside, it took him a while, and the cravings for y/n’s touch grew.

“baby.” he whispered softly. no reply.

“baby.” he repeated.

she looked at him, “what?”

“please can we cuddle? i don’t even know what we’re arguing about and it’s getting ridiculous now.” he spoke softly, “i love you so much, and i’m sorry if i did something wrong, but it’s too much. i can’t pretend to be mad at you for so long. and i know you’re struggling to do that too.”

she smiled sheepishly, before practically diving at jj, “it took you long enough! i’ve been waiting, i was not going to cave in first.”

he let y/n straddle him and snuggle into his chest as his whole body immediately relaxed, before gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.

they both fell asleep together without even saying another word to one another, just listening to the sounds of each others breathing, heartbeats, rain and thunder.

[corpsebasil]

smut with chad and ethan please!!

Listen I would never do that that’s absolutely disgusting for you to even ask—

“Matter of fact—” you slurred slightly, giggling as you approached your two roommates. “—where’s everybody from?”

“Nice to see you too.” Chad grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you up against him. “What are you even dressed as?”

“I’m a…” your eyebrows furrowed as you thought. “I think I was supposed to be a devil. Tara bought the accessories.”

“This is literally just a dress.” Chad said, raising a brow as he looked down at you. “No horns in sight.”

“At least I’m not shirtless.” You scoffed, leaning further into him, and your eyes moved to Ethan. “Jesus. That looks worse than I remember it being.”

“Hey, excuse me?” Ethan asked, feigning hurt as he looked down at his costume. “This is designer.”

“Sure.” You giggled, subconsciously running your nails down Chad’s bare chest. His arm squeezed you a fraction tighter as Ethan watched the movement. “Hey, that girl’s cute.” You said, nodding towards a sorority sister dressed like Harry Potter. “You interested, E?”

“I mean…” he glanced over at the girl, then shrugged. “Not really.”

“You need to get laid.” You sighed, tipsy as hell, as you reached out to grab his hands. Chad still held onto you possessively as you pulled Ethan closer, practically against you and Chad. “Come on. You cant be a virgin forever.”

“Who said I was one?” Ethan protested, pretending to be offended, even as he neared. He looked over your head at Chad, an amused gleam in his eyes. You squeezed his hands, looping your fingers through his own as you smiled up at him.

“Dance with me!” You gasped, your head turning as one of your favorite songs came on, the music filling the already loud frat house. “Come on!”

You moved away from Chad and grabbed Ethan’s arm, tugging the helpless boy away from the wall and onto the floor. He was awkward about it, at first, but soon you had your arms around his neck and he was laughing, his hands brushing your waist with hesitant touches.

You had your eyes shut, so it took you a moment to sense the presence behind you. That was until strong hands grabbed your hips, grinding you against their front as you moved. Your head turned in surprise; Chad grinned a bit lazily as you swayed your hips against his, Ethan still pressed against your front. You were sandwiched between them and neither boy seemed to mind; you on the other hand were beginning to feel a bit too comfortable pressed between them.

When you looked at Ethan, your eyes heavy-lidded, his throat bobbed in a swallow. And when you reached out, nails scratching the sides of his neck lightly, his breath caught as he dipped his head down to meet yours and—

“Heyyyy.” A girl called out and you jolted, practically shoving Ethan away. Chad’s grip on your hips loosened a fraction, but he still didn’t let go. “I think your friends are leaving.” She said, a random ginger you’d never seen before in your life.

“‘Kay.” Chad replied, smiling tightly. He was clearly annoyed and you fought back a grin when he leaned down to whisper to you. “Wanna go back to the dorm, Roomie?”

You nodded, then made a sound of surprise when he moved forward and kissed you, mouth hard against your own. You stumbled back a fraction and Ethan caught you, his hands warm on your waist as Chad nipped at your bottom lip. Your heart raced in your chest as you kissed him back, sobering up faster than you thought you could.

“Guys—what the fuck.”

“God what do you want—oh hey Mindy.” Chad said casually, as if he wasn’t kissing his roommate while his best friend and other roommate held your waist. “What’s up?”

“We’re leaving. Now.” Mindy said, eyes sliding to yours. The judgement was radiating off her in waves. “Did you take meth or something? What kind of weird ass roommate shit is going on around here?”

“Who took meth?” Anika asked, running over to loop her arms around Mindy’s waist, her head propped on her shoulder. “Y/N did you do meth?”

“Can we please leave.” You asked, slightly mortified, as you pushed past the group towards the drinks table. You made a heavily spiked vodka red-bull to go before you left the party, moving to the sidewalk to walk next to Tara.

“Jesus, you good?” Tara laughed as you kicked you heels off and picked them up, opting to walk barefoot. You had tights on, thank god, but would still scrub the soles of your feet intensely when you got home. “Your lipsticks like…” she gestured around your mouth and you whipped out your phone, correcting the smear and groaning aloud.

“Mindy’s going to kill me.” You said, giving her a side glance before you took a sip of your drink. Then you squeaked as hands plucked the drink out of your own, an arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“I’ll protect you.” Chad told you, taking a sip as you walked. He flicked Tara on the arm as she looked between the two of you, raising a brow. “Nice costume. What are you, Jack Sparrow?”

“Nice lipstick.” She shot back, instantly, and your face turned pink.

“Thank you.” Chad deadpanned, never one to back down from a challenge, and you took your drink back from him. “Nice—”

“Are we getting food?” Ethan asked, oblivious as he jogged up to meet with the three of you. Tara gave him a weighted stare. “What?”

“I cant stand you three.” She sighed, rolling her eyes as Chad picked you up, tossing you over his shoulder as you yelled.

Then the three of you went back to your dorm and played monopoly because why would the three of you EVER do anything inappropriate even if you did because you’d NEVER

[aviscarrentals]

Yelp (Prologue) ls2

masterlist next chapter

words: 796

warnings: cursing, implied violence and character death, it's literally the opening scene of scream so use your imagination

notes: i promise these specific characters have been chosen for plot-related reasons. i love kimi, it made me sad to hurt him, but it's worth it for the story i promise 😪 hope you enjoy this teaser! i'll get to working on the main plot real soon i promise 🤞also if you see any mistakes please let me know. english is my first language, i'm just fucking stupid

“Mum, I don’t need a babysitter. I’m literally 18 in August.” … “No, I’m sorry. I don’t mean to yell at you, but I’m not a kid. He doesn’t even do anything; he just sits on the couch, watches TV, and eats all of the good crisps.” … “Yeah, I know I said I don’t need him, but what’s the point of even having him here if he doesn't do anything?!”

“Kimi, pipe down a bit, will ya?”

“See? Did you hear that?” … “I’m not even being that loud!” … “Okay, yeah, that was loud, but it was because I’m pissed off, Mum.” … “That’s not even a curse word!”

“Mate!”

“Sorry, Ralf.” … “What? Are you kidding me? No, I’m not gonna call him ‘Mr. Aron.’” … “Yeah, whatever.” … “Sorry. Yeah, have fun, love you. Bye.”

Kimi hung up the phone and sighed dramatically. “I’m 17 years old,” he whispered to himself in the way one does when they’re angry, but don’t want anyone else to hear, while he fake kicked the wall.

After several minutes of pantomiming a temper tantrum, Kimi sat down at his desk. He could hear the disgusting crunches of crisps being belligerently chomped on by an open mouth from downstairs harmonizing with the bickering voices of Jake Peralta and Amy Santiago on the television.

“Fuck this,” he muttered under his breath and unlocked his phone. Just as his finger was about to press the call button on his friend Ollie’s contact page, the screen went black, except for two green and red buttons and white, medium-sized lettering displaying who was on the other end of the line: “Unknown Caller”.

Spam, he immediately concluded and clicked the red button without hesitation. But, again, before he could select the FaceTime option, the Unknown Caller screen returned. Annoyed, he quickly answered and brought it up to his ear.

“Hello?” he asked tiredly. Maybe it was some distant relative who thought it was his birthday or something?

“Hello,” the voice on the other end echoed.

“Hello? Who is this?” he demanded, already out of patience. The last thing he needed on this already tragically boring evening was to get stuck on the phone for an hour with someone who claimed to have changed his diapers when he was a baby.

“Oh, you know who it is. We’re good friends,” the voice replied, this time with an eerie tone that made his skin crawl.

Before Kimi could answer, the sound of a bowl clattering to the hardwood ground made him turn his head to the open door. “Fucking dumbass,” he grumbled under his breath.

“Excuse me?” the voice seethed.

“What? Oh, not you,” Kimi rushed to explain, “my stupid babysitter.”

“Babysitter?” it asked him, chuckling.

“Fuck,” he moaned, leaning back in his chair. “Shut up. I meant-”

“No, I know what you meant,” the other line interrupted. “I know all about you…”

This made Kimi sit back up in his chair. “Huh?”

“You heard me,” It simply stated.

“Alright, is this a joke? You guys know I don’t like shit like this; it’s not fun-”

“This isn’t a prank!” the voice hollered.

Kimi fell out of his seat at the sudden noise, hitting his shoulder on the edge of his desk.

“Pardon my tone,” it apologized. “I didn’t mean to startle you. I just don’t like when I’m not taken seriously.” Kimi could hear the bitterness seeping in toward the end of the sentence.

“You didn’t startle me,” he lied, getting up from the floor.

“Oh, don’t you try and deceive me,” the voice reprimanded with a snicker. “I see everything.”

Kimi’s heart fell to his now standing feet. “...what did you just say?”

“I said, ‘I know everything.’”

“No, you didn’t. You said…” At this realization, Kimi dropped his phone, not even bothering to end the call, and rushed out of his bedroom. Prank or not, he was freaked the fuck out and wanted to leave. Right. Fucking. Now.

As he made his way down the stairs, he abruptly came to a halt before he reached the bottom. On the floor in front of the couch lay a mess of crushed crisps and a haphazardly tossed wooden bowl from his cupboard. No Ralf. With shaking limbs, he descended the final steps to inspect the scene further.

“Mike! Mike! Mike!”

Kimi turned around so quickly he almost lost his balance. His heart settled when he realized it was just the stupid movie playing on the television. He promptly grabbed the remote and turned it off.

But when he looked at the reflection of the black tinted glass, he could see something behind him. Something out of the ordinary. He squinted to try and make out what it was.

“Aw, you don’t like scary movies?”

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[ohmyamor]

Witch!Yeosang

let’s start off by saying that you and Yeosang were not supposed to meet

like

at all 

it all started when one day your friend frantically called you talking about some magic guy she needed to visit asap 

to which you very exasperatedly and bluntly said no 

you loved your friend 

you really did 

but she had recently become obsessed with this guy at work who you can’t even remember the name of

and look 

your friend had this habit of falling in love with people incredibly fast 

like, you’re pretty sure that falling in love after talking to someone for 0.5 seconds has to be some kind of record or something 

and you were somewhat used it at this point 

she would fall in love quickly and move on quickly so no one ever got hurt 

but this guy 

you don’t know how he did it, but she was obsessed 

absolutely, horrendously, atrociously down bad

she had tried multiple times to get his attention but every one of her efforts always seemed to backfire on her

and while at first you were genuinely saddened for her being, the empathetic person you are 

it got kind of annoying after her 10th call crying about how standing next to him not talking just standing didn’t seem to do the trick 

so when she called saying she found this ‘magic guy’ or whatever that she needed to buy a love potion from 

you all but snorted over the line and gave her a solid “no” before hanging up 

only for her to anticipate this answer as not even five minutes later she was knocking at your door 

did she call you from the parking lot? you thought, surprised and a little impressed 

so now you were being dragged by her to some shady part of town with nothing on you except your phone and keys 

just so she could get her supposed love potion

what a way to go

you sat in the passenger seat, looking nervously at the abandoned building the two of you were parked in front of 

you’re pretty sure the only thing you’ll be walking out of here with is some kind of disease 

“I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be here” you tell her hoping she’ll come to her senses 

“No I heard from Mark’s brother’s girlfriend’s uncle that the place was right here” she replied, getting off the car and heading straight into the building

oh she’s serious 

sighing, you open the door and follow after her

“dude, wait up” you yell, seeing that she’s already disappeared through the front door 

you push open the door and walk through only to halt in your tracks when you make it inside 

what. the. fuck. 

inside is not a filthy abandoned building like you were expecting 

you stand inside what looks like a witch’s cottage that came straight out of a children’s book 

the entire store is small, much smaller than the building you walked into 

every corner of the room is filled with knick knacks and trinkets, some of which you have no clue what they even are 

you think you even see a crystal ball on one of the shelves

artifacts from almost every single religion you’ve ever heard of line the walls, some of which look very very old 

there’s also plants galore, hanging off of every shelf, standing in planters that cover the floors and hanging off the ceiling 

you look over to the center of the room where a small counter takes up the space with what you think are eyeballs in a jar resting on top of it

but it’s not the eyeballs that shock you

it’s the giant cauldron resting in front of it with a smoky blue essence pouring out of it 

you blink, having absolutely no fucking clue what’s going on

while you stare around the room in wonder, your friend has already made her way to the counter, slamming harshly on the little bell that rests in the center of the countertop 

it kind of reminds you of the bell at the doctor’s office

but this is most definitely not a doctor’s office

your friend continuously presses the bell, reminding you of a small but annoying child 

you move next to her 

“dude I think you should stop pressing that, it’s getting annoying-”

you cut yourself off with a loud shriek when a man literally materializes in front of your eyes 

he’s stands at a good height, with long dark hair cascading down his neck and coming to end at his shoulders 

his bangs rest nicely over his eyes

and he has the most beautiful birthmark next to his left eye 

this is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life 

you miss the way his lips twitch upwards ever so slightly 

“How can I be of help today?”

oh god his voice

it’s so deep and velvety that if you weren’t so confused as to what was going on, you’re pretty sure you would’ve tripped over your own feet 

“I need a love potion” your friend demands

the man quirks an eyebrow and an amused look falls over his face 

you shoot your friend a look at her rudeness 

“Please. We need a love potion, please,” you say

if this man really is a witch, which you now have no reason to doubt, then who knows what he does to rude customers 

and you’re not about to get turned into a frog just because your friend is obsessed with some mediocre man  

the man behind the counter nods

“Love potions do take me a few days to brew and they cost a little more than any of my other potions,” the man starts

“Is that okay with you?”

you realize the man is staring directly into your eyes as he talks 

“Oh, it’s not for me,” you blurt

the man hums 

“So, how much will it cost and when will it be ready by?” your friend crosses her arms 

you turn to her, furrowing your eyebrows

she’s never acted like this, what the fuck is her problem today?

“I can have it ready in about a week, and as for the cost, I’ll let you know when you come pick it up. It depends on how many of the ingredients I have and how many I will need.”

your friend rolls her eyes 

“You’re a witch but you don’t even have everything you need to make a simple love potion?”

you pinch her side harshly 

“shut up”

she stares at you wide-eyed, but you ignore her to turn to face the beautiful man 

“What she means to say is thank you, we’ll be back in a week to pick it up,” you send him a small smile, trying to express how sorry you are about your friend’s attitude

the man smiles and nods and before your friend can say anything else, you’re grabbing her by the arm and dragging her out of the store, ignoring the butterflies that have made their home in your stomach

one week later 

I’m really going to murder her you think, angrily sitting in your car in front of the familiar building

after dragging you to the pretty witch’s shop and embarrassing you in front of him

she now has the audacity to call you and tell you that something important came up and she can’t go pick up the potion 

but because she absolutely needs it, she needs you to pick it up for her 

“I don’t even know how much it’s going to cost, what if I don’t even have enough money for it?” you had argued over the phone 

“Oh please, he was practically eye fucking you as soon as he popped up, he’ll probably lower the price for you anyways”

she then proceeded to hang up, leaving you a spluttering red mess 

so now here you are, sitting in front of the abandoned building once again where you attempt to muster up the courage to face the pretty witch again 

I’m making her pay for my therapy you think angrily as you open your door and start walking into the building 

the shop hasn’t changed much since you were here last week 

the only differences you notice are few new knick knacks lining the wall, and the cauldron is missing 

walking up to the counter, you press the bell once before taking a step back and admiring the room 

I wonder if any of these plants are for sale  

the feeling of something soft against your leg startles you

you look down to see a black cat rubbing itself against you 

letting out a small “aw”, you crouch down and begin to pet it 

unlike other cats that you’ve met, this one seems very cuddly 

you scratch behind its ears, noticing how it seems to have a little cluster of white hairs right under one of its eyes, almost making it look like the cat has a mole 

you giggle slightly to yourself at the thought 

the sound of someone clearing their throat has you jumping up 

there stands the pretty witch, watching as you stand up quickly and push your hair behind your ears awkwardly 

“is, um, is this your cat?” you motion to the cat that’s lying on the floor with its belly exposed

the man rolls his eyes 

“sort of. he’s my familiar, but he needs to stop bothering customers when he wants attention,” the last sentence is directed at something behind you 

familiar? 

“Whatever, you’re always too busy with your potions. Plus, I’m good for business,” a male’s voice sounds out behind you 

you let out a small scream, jumping away from the voice 

behind you stands a slightly shorter male

he has dark hair as well and his eyes certainly do remind you of a cat’s 

you also notice that he has a small mole on the top of his cheek, under his eye 

just like the cat you realize 

the man smiles brightly at you before engulfing you in a hug

“Sorry I scared you! My name’s Wooyoung, and the grumpy man behind the counter is Yeosang,” Wooyoung tells you

you let out a small laugh, very confused but oddly endeared 

“Wooyoung let go of them”, the pretty witch, Yeosang, demands 

Wooyoung complies, letting go of you with small grumble 

laughing slightly, you turn back to face Yeosang 

“This is not how I was expecting my day to go,” you admit 

“But it’s a nice surprise nonetheless”

Yeosang smiles slightly, staring at you with a look you can’t decipher

“I’m glad we could make your day”

it’s quiet for a moment before you clear your throat

“So, um, I’m here to pick up the love potion?”

Yeosang nods and he moves to grab something from behind him 

a confused noise comes from Wooyoung 

“Love potion? Yeosangie, I thought you said she was your ma-”

Yeosang lets out a loud cough, slamming down the pink bottle he holds in his hand onto the counter and sending a tight smile to the man next to you

“Sorry, Wooyoung must’ve confused you with someone else,” the glare in his eyes makes you feel bad for the dark haired man

“Anyways,” he clears his throat. “Here it is. Tell your friend that it’s very important she doesn’t use the whole thing on the person she’s interested in.” 

Yeosang stares you directly in your eyes, his voice taking on a serious tone

You nod, unsure of to say 

he continues 

“If she does, it will have the opposite effect intended.” 

you make a small o with your mouth 

“I didn’t know that was possible” 

Yeosang nods and Wooyoung makes a noise of confirmation

“You’re looking at the best potions maker in the whole country,” Wooyoung starts. “He’s amazing at what he does, but it also means you need to use his stuff in moderation.”

you glance from the bottle to Yeosang, watching in mild amusement as his neck slowly turns red 

Nodding, you move to grab your wallet from your bag

“Okay, thank you for the heads up. How much will it be?”

“2,000″

you whip your head up, staring at Yeosang with wide eyes

“I’m sorry, did you say two thousand?”

he has the nerve to nod his head hesitantly 

you stare at the little bottle that sits on the counter

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford that”

you bite the inside of your cheek nervously 

“Let me call my friend and let her know how much it is, maybe she can send me the money or something.”

you step back, moving to grab your phone from your pocket

“You know what,” Yeosang’s voice calls out

“It’s fine, just take it.”

you furrow your eyebrows

“like, for free?”

Yeosang nods his head 

“No, I can’t do that,” you shake your head vehemently 

“You worked hard to make it, I’m not going to let you give it to my friend for free when she gave you such a hard time about it,” you frown

“Then go on a date with him!” 

you and Yeosang snap your heads toward Wooyoung who smiles cheekily 

“What?” you asked, stunned, at the same time that Yeosang hisses out “Wooyoung!”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes

“C’mon, you’re both obviously attracted to each other. Just go on one date and you can get the potion for your friend,” he argues 

Your eyes dart between the two men 

“No, I’m sorry I don’t know what his problem is today. You don’t have to do that if you’re uncomfortable-”

you cut Yeosang off

“I’m fine with it.”

he blinks, momentarily stunned 

“What?”

“I’m fine with going on a date if you are,” you reiterate 

Yeosang begins to stutter, redness creeping up his neck and onto his face 

how cute 

“He’s more than fine with it,” Wooyoung answers

“How does next Friday at 6 sound? That new Italian restaurant downtown.”

You snort, finding it quite amusing how you’re going on a date with Yeosang but Wooyoung is the one making all the plans 

“Sounds perfect,” you agree 

Grabbing the small bottle off the counter, you send a small wink towards Yeosang, who still looks frozen in place 

“I’ll see you next week, pretty witch” you call, walking out of the store 

as soon as the door closes behind you, Wooyoung takes the opportunity to nod approvingly 

“Next time you threaten to send me with Seonghwa, remember all the things I do for you.”

a loud smack is heard, followed by Wooyoung’s high-pitched whine

despite the slight annoyance he feels towards his familiar, there’s only one thing Yeosang can focus on 

you called him pretty 

bonus cut:

it’s halfway through your amazing dinner with Yeosang when your phone begins to buzz from where it sits in your purse 

apologizing profusely, you let Yeosang know that it’s your friend, the one who serves as the whole reason the two of you met in the first place 

you move to ignore her call, only for your date to encourage you to answer, suggesting that it might be an emergency 

hesitantly, you answer the call, only for you to grow incredibly concerned when all you can hear is your friend sobbing heavily over the speaker 

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

You glance at Yeosang, who stares at you concerned 

“He hates me!” you friend wails through the phone 

moving your phone away from your ear a bit, you are incredibly confused and very annoyed that she interrupted your date

“What? Who hates you?”

you don’t notice the way Yeosang grimaces

“THE LOVE OF MY LIFE”

you’re able to piece together what, or rather, who she’s talking about 

you shut your eyes, bringing your other hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose

“How much did you use?” you question 

“What?” she hiccups 

“the potion. how much did you use?”

your friend sniffs

“all of it”

you roll your eyes so hard you feel like they might get stuck in the back of your head

“you’re a fucking idiot,” you tell her bluntly 

“I’m heartbroken and you’re calling me an idiot?” she exclaims 

“Yes!” you practically yell 

“I literally told you not to use all of it.”

“It’s a love potion, why wouldn’t I use all of it?” she defends herself 

“it was probably that stupid witch, he probably didn’t even make it right.” 

you scoff

“and this is why you’re single” you say, ending the call and angrily shoving your phone back in your purse

“She used all of it?” Yeosang questions, looking concerned but also slightly amused 

You sigh and nod your head

“And she tried blaming you for it not working, saying you didn’t know how to make it right.” 

Yeosang lets out a small laugh before fixing you with a gaze that makes you blush 

“Well at least we can thank her for allowing us to meet.”  

“Perhaps it was fate.” 

You can’t help but agree

                                        ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

[sam24]

Hearts on Ice (1/2)

Summary: You absolutely loved shadowing at Dr. Framer's physical therapy clinic. Except for whenever Bucky Barnes, injured star hockey player, came in for his 4:30 appointments. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

enemies to lovers | college au | athlete bucky

part two

*****

“Ow.”

“That did not hurt.”

“What if it did, huh?”

“Then you’re a wuss.”

Bucky Barnes cried as he clenched his chest dramatically with a pained expression. “Oh heavens, I’m a wuss according to the wussiest girl alive, whatever shall I do?”

“How about sitting still for starters?” You rolled your eyes.

“I only sit still for people that are actually doctors,” Bucky said matter-of-factly. “Not for little college girls who’ll do anything to make their résumé look a little less pathetic.”

“I’ll let you know that I actually love shadowing here, not just for the resumé, thanks.” You narrowed your eyes at him, pushing his knee into his chest with an extra shove for good measure (not enough to injure him more, of course.)

“Oh, so you love tenderly massaging my knee every Wednesday for an hour?” Bucky raised his eyebrows suggestively.

“When have I ever had to tenderly massage your knee during a session?” You made a face. “And if I have, I am extremely grateful that I lost that memory.”

“ Right, my bad, must have been that other girl who shadows here during my Sunday appointments. You know, the pretty blonde one who’s much hotter than you.”

“Hotter than me? Impossible.”

“Please,” Bucky snorted. “You are the most mediocre girl I have ever met.”

“Wow, Barnes,” You smiled wide at him. “You certainly know how to win a girl’s heart, don’t you?”

“Keep your heart, Dr. Mediocrity, I don’t want it.”

You ignored him. “Let’s try this new exercise. It should build balance and stability on your bad knee.”

“As you wish. Impress me with your astounding lack of skill. Maybe one day, you’ll reach the lofty heights of acceptable.”

“And maybe one day, you’ll learn to keep your mouth shut. Until Dr. Framer gets back, enjoy my mediocre expertise, Barnes.”

🎕

“LET’S GO PIETRO! SHOW ‘EM HOW IT’S DONE!”

You joined in with Wanda’s enthusiastic scream, teeth slightly chattering from a mixture of the cold air and the excitement of the game.

The roar of the crowd blended seamlessly with the rhythmic scraping of blades against the ice, and the loud cheers reverberated against the cold walls of the arena. The stadium pulsated with the hollers of extremely loud frat boys, and you and Natasha cheered loudly along with Wanda.

You looked around a little, trying to spot the injured Bucky Barnes, but he was nowhere to be found.

“Where’s Bucky Barnes?” You heard the girl behind you ask out loud, having the same thoughts as you.

“He’s injured, silly. He’s not playing,” Her friend replied with a giggle.

“Yeah, I know that,” The girl rolled her eyes. “But where is he? He’s so fucking hot, I need to see my daily eye candy.”

You rolled your eyes so hard they might’ve done a full 360.

Sure, Bucky was objectively good-looking, and sure he had a nice jawline and cheekbones, and sure, he was built like a Greek god, and sure, you might have had a big fat crush on him in the past, but in reality, he was just an annoying pain in the ass.

Yeah, you knew you weren’t the hottest person in the world, but it certainly wasn’t helping your ego to literally be called “mediocre” repeatedly by the most sought after boy at NYU.

Your Bucky-hating-monologue was soon interrupted by the ringing of your phone.

“Hey, I need a favor.”

10 minutes later, you were trudging to the concession stands, silently cursing out Maria in your head. She had pulled the classic “I need someone to cover for me”, which roughly translated to “I want to sneak away for a make out session with my girlfriend.”

You sighed, desperately hoping for a miracle that you’d be paired with someone nice, tolerable at the least.

You were utterly wrong.

As soon as you turned the corner, you scowled. You could recognize those annoyingly muscular broad shoulders anywhere.

“Oh, fuck me,” You muttered under your breath.

Bucky looked up from his phone, surprise lighting up on his face, but he quickly hit you with a cheeky smile. “Hey there, PT girl. Craving a snack, are we?” He leaned back with a lazy stretch. “Lucky for you, you just stumbled upon one.”

“Well aren’t you just hilarious, how long did it take you to think of that one?” You took the chair next to him, making a point of scooting it far away from him before sitting down. “But no, I’m covering for Maria.”

“So I’m stuck with you until Maria gets back?” Bucky grimaced. “Fantastic.”

“Well I’m not exactly throwing a party over here either, Barnes,” You huffed.

“Speaking of parties, you going to the one after the game?” Bucky looked at you with a glint in his eyes. “Actually, never mind, you won’t. You’re too much of a goody two shoes.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Actually, I was planning on coming.”

“Really?” Bucky blew an eyelash. “Someone on the team invited you to the party?”

“Don’t sound so shocked.” You sneered.

“Well who is it then?” Bucky raised his eyebrows, slightly leaning in closer.

“What’s it to you?” You shot him a sickeningly sweet smile. “Jealous?”

“Please,” Bucky straightened his shoulders and looked away quickly. “Just wanna warn the poor fella.”

“Aw, how sweet.” You pouted sarcastically. “But no need to warn him, it was just Pietro.”

“Oh.”

Was that a slight scowl on his face? He leaned back into his chair, and it seemed like the playful mood went out the window. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. Men and their damn mood swings.

After a bit of silence, Bucky grumbled something out. “Is he your boyfriend or something?”

You arched an eyebrow, taking in his grim expression. You decided not to tease him this time. “No, absolutely not. He’s my best friend’s brother, so he’s like a brother to me too now.”

Bucky looked over through the corner of his eye, and you could’ve sworn something lit up on his face.

Or it was just you being delusional. Probably the latter.

“So do you get asked out to parties by all your friends’ brothers, or just this one?” Bucky smirked.

Apparently his brooding period was over.

“There was no ‘asking out’ involved, stupid.” You rolled your eyes. “He just said that there was a party after the game, and to come if I wanted.”

“If you wanted, huh?” Bucky feigned a swoon. “What a consensual king.”

“Consensual? Wow sweetie, such big words you’re using!” You shot back with a faux impressed expression.

Bucky chuckled. “Well, you know, I like keeping it classy. Unlike some people.” He gestured towards you.

“Yes of course. Bucky Barnes, the epitome of class and perfection, using big boy words like ‘consensual’. I’m honored to be in your presence.”

He bowed dramatically. “Yes, you should be. It’s not everyday you’re graced by this charm and wit.”

Before you could retort back, an annoyingly high-pitched voice interrupted.

“Hey, Buck.” The girl laid her chest on the counter strategically so her boobs were placed directly in Bucky’s eyeline.

You recognized her as the girl sitting behind you in the stands earlier, the one talking about her ‘Bucky eye candy’ and what not.

“Sup, Stacey,” Bucky nodded, seemingly not noticing the literal set of boobs in his face.

She frowned, and you almost felt pity for the girl. Almost.

Her friend next to her giggled. “How’s your knee doing, tough guy.”

“Pretty good, thanks for asking, sweetheart.”

You made a face, but the girl continued giggling. “Well that’s good.”

The first girl (Stacey?) shoved her friend behind her, fighting for Bucky’s attention. “Why are you here with this girl instead of watching the game, Bucky?” She looked at you with contempt, and you glared back at her.

Bucky seemed to not notice the malice in her voice directed towards you. You didn’t expect him to notice anyways.

“Watching makes me kinda sad, because it reminds me that I can’t get out there and play with my team.” Bucky shrugged.

“Aw, my poor baby,” Both girls cooed dramatically, and Stacey reached over the counter to stroke his chest. You watched with disgust as they both acted like Bucky was the first person in the world to ever discover what it felt like to be sad.

Suddenly, Stacey made eye-contact with you. “The hell are you staring at?”

You couldn’t resist a sarcastic smile. “Just marveling at the display of empathy. It’s truly heartwarming.”

Stacey’s eyes narrowed, and her friend giggled nervously.

“Let’s go Bucky, come hang with us,” Stacey flipped her hair over her shoulder. “I still don’t understand why you’re willingly sitting with this girl.”

“I’m just making new friends, spicing it up a bit from the usual party folk,” Bucky shot her a charming smile while you shot her the exact opposite.

“Spicy, huh?” She looked you up and down. “She looks more like a bland vanilla to me.”

“Good one, Stace,” Her friend giggled.

“Yeah, Stace, good one,” You mocked. “Must’ve taken all three of your brain cells working overtime for that masterpiece.”

“C’mon Bucky,” Stacey swiveled on the heel of her Uggs back to Bucky. “You’re way out of this girl’s league, come join us.”

Bucky’s easy-going demeanor seemed to falter, and something in his eyes swished with irritation. Unless you were imagining things, Bucky seemed to scoot his chair a bit closer to yours. “I don’t remember signing up for any leagues, Stacey.”

“You know what I mean, Bucky bear,” She pouted. “Stop slumming it with whatever this is, and have fun with us.”

You bit back a snarky retort, and Bucky’s jaw clenched. “She’s a person, not a ‘whatever’. She’s my friend, and I don’t put up with people that crap on my friends.”

Since when were you and Bucky friends? Since when did he start defending you from annoying blondes? What happened to the whole hating thing you two had going on?

“You’ve changed, Bucky.” Stacey turned on her heel and stomped in, her friend closely following.

Bucky slumped back in his chair with the roll of his eyes. An awkward silence settled between you two.

“We’re friends?” You blurted out.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Doc,” Bucky smirked. “I just said that so she would get off our backs.”

“Thanks for that, by the way.”

Bucky shot you a side glance. “Don’t mention it. I’ve got a reputation to maintain, and hanging out with you is not doing wonders for it.”

You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, wouldn’t want hockey star Bucky Barnes to be seen with the ‘bland vanilla’, right?”

“Exactly.” He winked.

Suddenly, two boys entered, clearly your age, arguing about something.

“No, you dingo, fudge M&M’s are obviously better.”

“Those taste like dirt. The peanut ones hit so hard.”

“How about we let the pretty lady decide what we should buy.” The first one pointed at you, and you looked at them in surprise as Bucky snorted.

“Me?”

“Yeah, you.” He grinned. “It’s the perfect excuse to start a conversation with a pretty girl.”

Bucky rolled his eyes, muttering under his breath, “Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“Well since you asked so nicely, I would say fudge M&M’s are for the win.” You smiled at the boy.

“Told you, Scott.” The boy stuck his tongue out at his friend.

“Shut up, Quill. Whatever the flavor is, you’re paying anyway.”

“How much for a bag of fudge M&M’s, cutie,” The boy, who his friend called Quill, winked.

Bucky pretended to throw up all over the counter.

“Two dollars.” You ignored Bucky’s antics. Quill handed you two dollar bills, brushing your hand with his own as he did.

“Watch the hands, I don’t even know your name yet.” You raised your eyebrows playfully as Bucky shoved the M&M’s into his hand.

“It’s Peter, and behind me is Scott,” He reached out to shake your hand with a flirty smirk. “And you are?”

“Not interested,” Bucky interjected loudly.

“A bit possessive, aren’t we?” Peter arched an eyebrow.

“Nope. Just wondering why you’re still here after you’ve received your candy,” Bucky deadpanned.

“He’s right, we should get back,” Scott piped in from behind.

“Alright then,” Peter straightened his shoulders and turned back over to you. “Hopefully I’ll see you at the party later? Only if your friend here gives you permission to attend, of course.”

“We’re not friends,” Bucky barked, seemingly scooting a bit away from you.

Even though you knew that you two weren’t actually friends, it hurt a bit to hear him respond with such venom laced in his voice.

Peter, undeterred, shot you a charming smile. “Well, if you find yourself free later, swing by. I’d love to learn more about you.”

You nodded, giving a small smile. “Sure, maybe I will.”

As Peter and Scott left, a heavy silence settled between you and Bucky. The air seemed charged with unspoken tension, and you couldn’t quite decipher the emotions playing across Bucky’s face.

“So, you’re not going to the party, right?” Bucky muttered, avoiding eye contact.

You sighed, feeling a strange combination of frustration and disappointment. “Why does it matter to you? We’re not friends, remember?”

Bucky’s jaw tightened, his gaze flickering with something you couldn’t quite place. “Yeah, I remember.”

The exchange left you both in an uncomfortable silence, the unspoken feelings lingering in the air like a heavy fog. The dynamics between you and Bucky had taken an unexpected turn, and neither of you seemed quite sure how to navigate the uncharted territory.

Your phone buzzed, and you fished it out of your pocket, reading the message.

“It’s Maria,” You waved your phone. “She’s coming back.”

“Okay.”

You gritted your teeth in frustration, getting up from the chair. “Bye.”

No response.

Fine, you thought as you stomped back to your spot next to Wanda and Natasha. Be that way.

🎕

Natasha’s eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, her hand gripping yours as if to channel her frustration through the connection. “Men are stupid,” she declared, a mixture of anger and exasperation evident in her voice. “He’s got the nerve to get mad at you just because another dude was flirting with you. I’m so tired of men getting mad at women for absolutely no fucking reason.”

You nodded along, finding comfort in Natasha’s solidarity, and you laid your head on Wanda’s shoulder as your friends tried to process the breathless story you’d just told them.

“Calm down, both of you,” Wanda interjected with a soothing voice, a stark contrast to her previous loud and enthusiastic support for Pietro from just a minute ago. “Men are just bad with feelings. Trust me, I know. He’s not actually mad at you or anything, he’s obviously just got a crush on you. He just got really insecure when he saw the girl he likes being flirted with right in front of his face.”

“Bucky Barnes? Insecure of some random guy flirting with me of all people?” You shook your head. “Fat chance, Wan.”

“Stop selling yourself so short,” Natasha chided, delivering a playful kick to your foot. “You said it yourself, there was a random guy flirting with you literally 10 minutes ago.”

“He probably was blinded by Bucky’s godly radiance and it ruined his eyesight.” You snorted.

“No one needs to get blinded by ‘Bucky’s radiance’ in order to think you’re cute,” Natasha rolled her eyes, her tone a blend of sincerity and amusement.

“Men can be pretty dense when it comes to expressing their feelings,” Wanda chimed. “I doubt he even realized he was acting out of jealousy. Sometimes they just need a little shove in the right direction.”

“Does that mean I can shove his annoying butt from the top of the stands?” You quipped, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

Wanda nudged her shoulder into yours with an amused huff. “Maybe later. Go talk to him first.”

Natasha leaned in with a wicked grin. “And if talking doesn’t work, then you have my full permission to go for the shove. Sometimes actions speak louder than words.”

The three of you shared a conspiratorial laugh, the tension from earlier dissipating as you contemplated the various ways to handle the perplexing enigma that was Bucky Barnes.

“Just be honest with him about your feelings,” Wanda advised, her eyes reflecting a genuine concern. “He might be a pain, but he’s a good guy.”

“Weren’t you the one who pointed him out and told me to stay away from him when we came to their first game?” You arched your eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in your voice.

Wanda chuckled, a sheepish smile tugging on her face. “Well, yeah. But people change, you know? He’s still a pain, but he’s our pain now. And if he's acting strange, it’s for a reason.”

You sighed, grateful for your friends’ support. “Fine, fine, I’ll talk to him. But if I end up shoving him, you both are witnesses that it was for the greater good.”

Natasha mockingly saluted. “Loud and clear. Just make sure it’s a spectacular shove.”

As you stood up, Wanda called after you. “Don’t forget to tell him how you actually feel about him, don’t just play Miss Tough Girl!”

“I myself don’t know how I feel about him,” You called back, a sense of honesty laced in your words.

🎕

Bucky was literally nowhere to be found. He wasn’t at concessions anymore, he wasn’t anywhere in the crowd, and if he was in the bathroom, you definitely weren’t checking there.

You debated going back to your friends and telling them you searched everywhere (despite only looking in two places) and that you couldn’t find him, but you were sure Natasha would throw her Twizzlers at you, and then come along with you to search for him.

Sighing, you decided to make one final loop around the arena, hoping to spot the familiar mop of brown hair or a glint of his pearly white teeth. As you walked through the crowd, your mind seemed to replay the scenes from earlier. The strange emotions on his face seemed to confuse you as much as they confused him.

After a few minutes of weaving through excited hockey fans holding hot nachos, you finally spotted his sweatshirt clad elbow sticking out from around the corner, his back facing you.

As you made your way closer, almost close enough to touch him, you quickly pressed yourself against the wall, realizing there was a girl who you didn’t recognize, who was facing you. She was pressed against him, giggling repeatedly and stroking his muscles.

“So, Bucky, I heard from Stacey that you were being all buddy buddy with some random chick at the concession stands,” She fake pouted with a flirty glint in her eyes.

“Oh her?” You heard Bucky say. “Just some random girl. The only reason I talked to her was because I felt bad she had no friends. She’s kind of a nerd, you know? She’s obviously crushing on me hard.”

Your heart sank as you listened to Bucky’s words, feeling a mixture of hurt and anger. The words resonated with a sharp sting, and you steadied yourself on the wall.

In fear of Bucky seeing tears well up in your eyes as you confronted them, you decided to retreat quietly. You weren't about to show him how much his words actually had an effect on you.

“Oh, Buck, you’re so sweet, talking to the weirdos,” The girl giggled.

Turning on your heel, you walked away, the echo of their conversation fading as you distanced yourself. The arena seemed to close in on you, and you quickened your pace, trying to shake off the hurt and betrayal that threatened to consume you.

[toutallyahoe]

i feel so many emotions for this man and those are anger, fear and horny

absolutely a fucking red flag but baby i wear rose tinted glasses for a reason

warnings: cockwarming (mentioned), overstimulation (implied), hwanseong being the sadist that he is, minor spoilers of "the world is money and power" (s2, e12)

Irritating.

"I don't mind if you participate yourself. You will get there just in time if you take a flight today... what do you say, Mr Hwanseong Kang?"

They were so goddamn irritating!

"Ugh... this is so annoying. Can't you just deal with it yourselves?" Hwanseong said, annoyed as he stopped moving and instead made himself comfortable as he loosely held his phone to his ear. Rolling his eyes when he remembered what Huiju Ya told him not so long ago to led to this phone call. Fucking hell, they were all so pathetic. "Do I really have to hear your stinking voices from all the way over here?"

"I mean— hey, stop it. I'm on the phone," Hwanseong scolded as he firmly slapped [Name]'s stomach. Making sure to give the man a little glare. Yet it seemed like [Name] was desperate, bucking his hips up to Hwanseong. Hwanseong prepared to scold the other man again when the words were cut off along with his train of thought as he bit back a groan leave his lips. "Ugh... fuck... yeah, yeah," a moan leave his lips as he enjoyed the way [Name]'s cock nestled inside him, the tip hitting his prostate nicely as [Name] desperately buck his hips up to get some stimulation on his cock. Having enough from Hwanseong just sitting there and warming his dick.

"Hm, anyways," Hwanseong said as he slapped [Name]'s stomach again so the man can stop moving as Hwanseong brought back his attention to the phone call he still was on. Fucking hell, those bastards really called in at the worst time imaginable. He literally fucked off the country for a bit to enjoy his time and do other bullshit than this! Hwanseong already knew what he was going to do... because there was no way in hell he would be joining this stupid and annoying plan to get back to the irritating bastard that should've learned his place way fucking earlier. "Hey, Jongho."

"Yeah?"

"If you're gonna lose with my face on... go ahead and get some plastic surgery. Get yourself a different face, alright?" Hwanseong said to his brother as he immediately cut off the call. Not even giving a fuck on what his younger twin was going to reply as he then threw his phone somewhere in the room. Not caring if it breaks, he can afford a new one anyway. Right now, Hwanseong was going to focus back on what he was doing early before those annoying bastards had disturbed him.

"Where was I?" Hwanseong wondered out loud as he then smiled. Looking down, Hwanseong enjoyed the pathetic and teary look on [Name]'s face. The poor man looked so pathetic and out of it as he was naked and tied in bed, biting his bottom lip to the point the skin broke and blood came out of the bruise. His smile grew wider as he felt [Name] twitch inside of him. It looked like the other still could come. Good. "Right, having my way with you."

"I didn't tell you to move earlier," Hwanseong let out a dark chuckle as he heard [Name] whimper. He placed his hands on [Name]'s stomach, making sure his nails scratched and dig into the sensitive skin, leaving it red and irritated on the scratch marks he left. Hwanseong raised his hips up, shuddering at how [Name]'s cock slipped out inch by inch until the tip was left in his hole. And then Hwanseong slammed himself down on, repeating the process and each time he raised and slammed himself down, it was done with such vigour. Hwanseong groaned in delight at the feeling of the burn of being stretched out by [Name]'s cock as he rode the tied-up man ruthlessly.

"You're all mine now," Hwanseong said in between his moans. Just wanting to say those words out loud. Because finally, he didn't have to share with Taehoon about their favourite little pet. Taehoon was too possessive after all and Hwanseong was glad that guy was out of the picture now. "Be a good boy, okay?"

[ink-flavored]

#OCKiss2024 Day 1: Almost

Homebody Part of the @ockissweek event from Feb. 12-18th, featuring the titular couple from Pride & Justice. Tips are appreciated!

It was dark in the kitchen, but Pride didn’t need a light. Sitting on the floor with his back against the counter, he scooped another spoonful of dry cereal into his mouth. The crunch in his ears was so fucking loud. It was annoying, yet it fascinated him every time. Did humans live like this? Hearing all their weird little mouth noises constantly? No wonder so many of them went insane.

Pride swallowed, sighed, and put his head back against the cabinets. What the fuck was he doing?

A silhouette moved against the dark, too close. Something kicked his leg and they both yelped. Pride scrunched his knees into his chest, light clicking on a second later. He squinted into the sudden sting of fluorescents, and Justice stared back.

“Why are you on the floor?” he asked.

“Bored,” Pride answered. He put his bowl down, and Justice gawked at that next.

“Are you eating cereal in the dark because you’re bored, too?”

“Are you interrogating me because you’re bored?”

Justice backed off, literally, taking a step farther into the kitchen. Pride glowered as he went, but his heart wasn’t in it. This was too dumb an argument, even for him. His false anger melted away when he saw what Justice was wearing—shoes, and his shoulder bag.

“Where are you going this late?” Pride asked, shocked that he would dare leave past nine.

“To a movie,” Justice replied, cheerily missing the implication as he retrieved a glass of water. “Emelia and some other book club members and I are seeing a midnight showing, but we’re going to get something to eat first.”

“Oh.” The fake irritation started to become a little real.

“What about you?”

“What about me what?”

“You usually have something planned.”

“Not tonight.” Pride slouched against the counter, picking up his bowl. The little wheat circles held no charm for him anymore. He sulked into them.

“Why… not?”

It was an annoying, tentative question, as grating at the chewing sound. “Everyone’s busy.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Pride didn’t choose to sit on the floor with a bowl of cereal in the dark, alone, because it was what he wanted to be doing on a Friday night. But Ollie had the late shift, Dante was behind on school work, and Sofía was visiting family. There was nothing for Pride to do when his friends weren’t around. Going out by himself wasn’t as fun. Even generating hordes of new sinners sounded like a chore tonight. So he did nothing.

Justice sat down and startled him. In his brooding silence, Pride assumed he had slipped away to go have his fun with his friends. Instead, he crossed his legs right next to Pride, wearing a bright and encouraging smile.

“You can come with us, if you want,” Justice offered.

Pride blinked owlishly. “What?”

“I’m sure nobody would mind. And you like movies, right?”

It was a… normal suggestion. A very Justice thing to do. A weird pit clenched in Pride’s stomach when he thought about going, tagging along at his side. He leaned away slightly.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, it would be too awkward. Nobody knows me and I don’t even like books.”

“We’re seeing a movie.”

“But you’re gonna talk about books.”

“Not during the movie.”

He waved his spoon around. “Good point, I love talking during movies.”

“You can just eat with us and go home.”

“But that’s when you’ll talk about books.” He waggled the spoon in his face.

Justice rolled his eyes. “Pride, we talk about other things. This isn’t an official club meeting.”

“They wouldn’t like me anyway! Your friends are—”

“That’s not true.” Justice scooted closer, face determined. “You don’t have to be identical to my friends for them to like you.”

Pride gesticulated with his spoon in even wider motions. “Look, you’re all a bunch of book nerds, and my favorite thing to do is laugh at nerds so—”

“Can you stop with this thing?” Justice grabbed for his spoon mid-gesture. He caught Pride’s wrist instead. The rest of his sentence died in his throat, but Justice pushed on. “I wouldn’t invite you if I thought they would hate you automatically.” Gently, he lowered Pride’s arm to the floor, palm resting over his fist. “I wouldn’t invite you if I didn’t want you to come.”

It suddenly occurred to Pride how close they were. More than anything Justice said, that simple fact struck him like a bolt of lightning. And his palm was warm, folded over his hand that he gripped the spoon in, so tight it could have warped the metal. Because they were close enough to breathe on each other. Close enough that Pride wondered…

Justice came to his same conclusion a second later, realization blooming in his eyes. He reeled back like he’d been shocked. “But you don’t have to,” he sputtered, eyes spinning all over the room. “I-I mean, it would be okay if you didn’t, but if you do want to—”

“I’m staying home,” Pride said, waving him off with the spoon. “Go be a nerd somewhere else.”

He pursed his lips, but didn’t retort. Justice stood up, wished him a goodnight, and hurried out the door. Pride slouched against the counter when he was gone, staring at the kitchen tile next to him. He didn’t want to go to the movie, not really, but Justice… did want him there. His stomach clenched again.

Shoving the thoughts out of his mind, he dug in for another scoop of cereal. The crunch was almost loud enough to drown out the feeling of Justice’s hand over his.

[arinzu]

Today 4ever to last for eternity

Part 2 plsssssss

Your wish is my command <3

Part 1 l part 2

Today 4ever to last for eternity

part 2 : Infected Uprising.

Summary : You and Rin are the last students in whole the school after the apocalypse... The whole of Japan is infected with this deadly disease. You guys must not get infected before the cure is discovered.

Credits to the owners of the dividers and pictures! this fanfic style is from @chateaaa

You both stared outside the once peaceful and lively outside it was instead replace to a more chaotic environment. Everything about it seems to be a fever dream, a nightmare.

It looks so... disturbing

You gave an annoyed look while rin gave a disgusted expression, maybe it's because of the rotten lurking through the air.

"We must go, we might attract those creatures."

You agreed and started walking away from the school, rin followed then stopped walking with you. Grabbing your arm he started running towards the opposite direction.

You didn't understand so you tried to remove his grasp from your wrist.

"Rin what the fuck!?" You screamed but he didn't seem to care.

"If you wanna die be my guest" He replied once you kept on screaming.

Rin then pointed to something, your eyes widen from pure astonishment. A crowd of the creatures similar when you both were ambush, so your bsf had to sacrifice herself to let you guys escape.

But this time it was 2x bigger...

You genuinely don't wanna die (just yet), so you both started running for your lives. Afterall you didn't wanna die by getting eaten alive by those creatures.

As you both started running like your lives depended on it (literally). The faster you ran the more you could hear the creatures loud stomping towards your direction. But something felt off...

You observe more closely with the intent to figuring out what was off, something finally clicked. Their rotten faces it hadn't have an eyeball, even some figures... Their eyeballs was hanging by a string.

It seems like when they were previously human, the creatures must took pleasure by eating their faces off until they're eyes fall out.

Its sick...

Absolutely sick to picture it.

But nevermind that, if its true that they have no vision they must be driven by the sound Rin and you were making.

Picking up the paste, you both ran faster the only thing different was your guys goa. You assumed from his previous action that he was running to escape the zombies while you ran to seek shelter to hide from them. Basically the same thing.

But whenever you thought a building was perfect to wait until they left. It wasn't easy majority of the building were broken down to a plump, doors broken or had chain doors.

So you both kept running.

Even so you felt your legs weaken with every step you take. It was tiring running first thing after getting out of school.

"(reader) dont you dare give up now" Rin mumble as soon he noticed you slowing down.

You shouted back determined to not die.

"yessir!"

Despite your tries to keep running slower and slower, Rin gave a deep sigh and grab your wrist once again.

Dropping his back off he threw it at the creatures

With a swift move rin quickly carried you piggyback style and start dashing through the empty streets.

"Bitch be more quicker!"

"I aint no horse, maybe i should just sacrifice you to them" Rin replied as he kept running.

"I thought you were the best on your team, why the fuck are you so slow?" You mumble didn't notice that Rin managed to hear what you said.

He kept silent focusing on the fact to run away from the creatures, you still kept an eye from the crowd following you both.

You wanted to punch him to make him go faster, but first you have to find shelter.

So he kept running, carrying you.

Instead of being useless you used your eyes to scan the area. Taking notices to every building.

He was your legs while you were his eyes.

Bingo~!

The massive library was in the distance, the place where there might have some information on what is happening.

"Rin go to the left!" you screamed and he delievered.

You felt yourself almost fly away like a fairy from how fast he was running towards the building.

You underestimate him and his speed.

Before you knew it you both were already at the entrance of the building.

'That was quick.' you thought as rin opened the door with a slam.

Meanwhile he entrusted you to get anything to block the entrance, you found a piece of plank and secured it enough to make the job done.

The place was filled with endless bookshelves filled with various type of books made by different authors.

Now it was time to investigate how did Japan got infected.

It's been a few weeks...

You both secured the entrance and exit with defense since the crowd of creatures kept circling the whole town.

You were task by gathering food supplies from the abandon marketplaces, a few days ago the power was cut-off so you couldn't travel at night-time and risk going at day.

Rin meanwhile was in charge by reading as much English books as he can per day since you couldn't understand English well since Japanese was your strong suit.

And alternate it a bit every few days

You both took time talking to eachother everyday to keep your and his sanity.

One time around the 2 weeks mark Rin made a weapon made out of school supplies, it a ball like paper with sharp pencils serve as spikes attached to a ruler.

It was creative you give him that.

And was very useful if one of you both decided to get food or find anything that might serve a purpose.

But this day was your the unlucky but lucky at the same time

Another person had appread.

A gyaru-like boy with an actual weapon was fighting the creatures, you were amazed by the sear sight of the battle. With each slice of his whip the creatures were damaged.

Most fell once he hit their necks, but ignored that there was a whole new person you and rin could talk to.

Once a quarter of the crowd was killed he fled away.

Just your luck... He didn't notice you.

You went back to the building you and rin shared to share the great news.

But his reaction was quite unexpected, he was pissed but quickly told you that they might get all of the food supplies and go to another town.

Your heart sank since it would be true.

The town was almost deserted.

But at the bright side you might encounter him once again and lend him to the base to help you both find anything that might help.

Just keep your eyes peeled to find him once again...

Omg im so so sorry for this being so short but i promise next chapter will explain the origin of this apocalypse and the mysterious character (pretty sure y'all know it by now) This was so short omg i was gonna add more but another storm came AHHHH stay tuned!!!

[divorcedmalewife]

KP Anniversary Week 3; Prompt "Confession"

also posted on AO3!

Kim has never been very forthright. Very rarely is he ever direct and honest about anything in his life. 

Porchay, Kim is quickly realizing, is the exception. 

It’s been weeks since they tentatively started talking again and Kim likes to think they’ve become friends, in a weird sort of way. Kim wasn’t too sure he could be “just friends” with Porchay. But he would try. He would do anything to keep Porchay in his life. To keep his warmth and love as close as possible. 

Has Kim said any of this out loud? Of course he hasn’t. Kim has learned from a very young age that you should only tell someone the truth as a last resort. That trusting someone with your true intentions and thoughts is dangerous. 

Porchay is the opposite of Kim in that respect. He has always worn his heart on his sleeve and preferred telling the truth over a lie. Even if they lie would make his life easier. 

Kim isn’t used to the kind of honesty that Porchay brings to his life. It’s… refreshing in a way. It’s simple for Kim. He knows that no matter what, he can rely on Chay to tell him the truth. To be honest with him. 

Even in everyday life, Porchay just says what he wants to; say’s what he‘s thinking. 

“I love hia but I swear if he asks me one more time if I’m okay, I may have to punch him.”

“I don’t know if it’s just because I’m in a pissy mood but Khun is being annoying today.” 

“Your dad fucking sucks.” 

“You should wear the denim jacket more, it looks good.” 

“I like your apartment way more than the compound. I hate it here.” 

Kim finds himself replying honestly and not just saying what he thinks Porchay wants to hear. It’s a change — saying what he means and meaning what he says without worrying about what the consequences are. But that’s the effect Chay has on him. 

“Your brother can be irritating. He’d probably let you punch him though.” 

“Khun is literally always annoying. Want me to pick you up?” 

“Yeah…. He does.” 

“I like it more than the leather, actually.” 

“On my way.” 

Each time Kim lets himself be open and honest with Porchay, it feels like a secret confession. 

When Porchay reached out to Kim for the first time, asking for answers, Kim readily gave them to Porchay. He was ready to lay it all out for him. And he did. The moment Porchay asked questions, Kim gave him the honest truth. 

“Yes, it was me who left all those bodies at the bar.” 

“Yes, I loved your song, it meant everything to me.” 

“All the time we spent together was real to me too.”

But there is one thing Kim is still keeping close to his heart. He hasn’t told Porchay that he loves him. 

Porchay probably knows; he’s smart like that. But Kim knows he deserves to be told the whole truth. 

Although, Kim doesn’t think he deserves reciprocation, but he’s working on it. And Kim knows better than to make decisions for Porchay. Kim will tell him eventually and he’ll let Porchay decide where they go from there. Porchay will decide if he wants to keep being just friends or if he wants to try again. 

So they keep texting. They keep hanging out. They even play music together again. It’s everything Kim ever wanted since he realized he had fallen for Chay. All that’s missing, in Kim’s opinion, is being able to kiss Porchay and wake up next to him every morning. 

In the end, it’s not even Kim who first brings their relationship status up again. 

One lazy afternoon, Porchay has his head in Kim’s lap and he’s scrolling through social media while Kim reads a book. Kim has a hand in Porchay’s hair. To Kim, the position doesn’t seem entirely platonic; not that he’s going to complain about it. This is where Kim wants Porchay to be anyway. Kim doesn’t give a single fuck that they’re straddling the line between “just friends” and something that isn’t “just” anything.

Porchay could never be “just” anything to him. 

“P’Kim,” Porchay says quietly. 

Kim makes a questioning hum but when Porchay doesn’t say anything else, Kim puts the book down to Look Porchay in the eye — only to find Porchay is already looking up at him. He looks so soft, with his hair askew from Kim’s ministrations and the threadbare t-shirt that he borrowed from Kim’s closet. Kim feels his heartbeat quickly as he stares into the pair of eyes that made him question everything in his life. 

“Yes, Porchay?” Kim asks. 

“You love me,” Porchay says.

He doesn’t phrase it like a question. Like the statement itself is an answer. Kim supposes it is. It’s the answer to why Kim let Porchay in. It’s the answer to everything. Why is Kim doing this? Because he loves Porchay. Why is Kim acting like this? Because he loves Porchay. Why does Kim feel like he’s safe again? Because he loves Porchay. Why does Kim feel like he can be okay again? Because he loves Porchay. 

“Yeah,” Kim replies softly. “I do love you.” It’s just one more honest statement that Kim makes because he knows he can. Because he knows Chay won’t use the truth against him. 

Porchay’s bright smile in response is enough to make Kim know that every vulnerable moment with Porchay is worth it.

“I love you too,” Porchay says. 

[akwolfgrl]

My frist one piece fan fic, I hope it's good. Any feed back is welcome and wanted. I don't have any friends into this anime. Part 1 LFT

Zoro rested his back against the wall of the galley, his arms crossed over his chest as observed their newest member, the blond, had been of help during arlong park battle. His kicks a powerful weapon of destruction. His flexibility and agility, Zoro couldn't move that way. He couldn't help but wonder if the cook could put that to good use in the bedroom.

"I'm surprised at how good smells in here," Zoro couldn't resist the need to tease the blond.

"Dinners not ready yet, if you want to add your likes and dislikes the list is the table, if your hare to steal a bite you can think fucking again swordsmen, I won't hesitate to kick you out literally," He hadn't even bothered to turn around, cigarette smoke filled the air above his head.

Zoro pushed himself off the wall and wandered over the table, a dark blue notebook and a blue feathered pen. Zoro took a seat and flipped through the book until he found his name. There wasn't much on there, just the fact he liked sake. Zoro hadn't expected the prissy cook to go this far in making sure the crew was well fed, once again Luffy somehow knew what he was doing.

"Oi, shit cook whatcha making?" Zoro asked as he filled out the notebook.

"Fuck off," Cook swore at at beofre replying to his answer. "I'm making bouillabaisse with rouille, and chocolate souffle for dessert,"

"First what the fuck is a what ever said, I don't think that will be enough for Luffy, I don't like chocolate so skip mine," Zoro thought chocolate was far to sweet for his liking. He didn't know what souffle was, to be honest.

"Bouillabaisse is a fishmen fish stew, rouille is just something that goes on top of the crusty bread you use to dip and soak up the stew with. I saw how much Luffy eats and I have a leg of lamb and roast chicken in the oven for him. No chocolate? Fuck your even weirder then I thought marimo, but that's easy to fix, what sounds better fruit or chesse?" Sanji asked.

"Chi, whatever curly brows, witch ever goes good with sake," Zoro replied, looking up at the blond man, what he wouldn't give to have his thighs wrapped around his head.

"Hmm, let me check something," The man stepped away from the stove and took a look into the fridge. Zoro got a great view of simmer man perfect ass he bent over to dig threw the fridge. "Cheese it is, a nice sharp chess will pair well with the sake on hand, that is if you didn't drink all!"

"I can't drink it all when you lock it up!" Zoro argued back, he enjoyed the banter between them. Sanji may be snobby, prissy and annoying but he was also strong, loud mouthed and swore like any good sailor worth their salt.

"Good that means it's working, are you done bugging me yet?" The cook asked, finally turning back to glare at him.

Zoro grinned and leaned up his hands behind his head. "I'm just getting comfortable, if you got a problem with that do something about it, but I have one last question for you," Zoro watched as Sanji stalked towards him cigarette smoke trailing behind him.

"And what's that?"

"Can you fuck as good as you fight?"

[ca-suffit]

Hi, you talk a lot about the white fandom but what do you mean by that? Most of the accounts I've seen you attack are not white, other than Virginia vampires as far as I know. For example Sima who you talked about in your last posts is brown, muslim, and probably a lot less privileged than you because of where she lives. It's gross and xenophobic to make fun of her and call her stupid for her English and not understanding western American culture. Also let's not forget this is the internet. Any person can pretend to be anything they want. You could be white yourself for all we know. There's no way to verify unless you post your photo or something. I agree with what you say about Anne Rice and the racism of hardcore book fans but maybe you should be more clear about what and who you're fighting against. Right now it just looks like you attack accounts you don't like for petty reasons and not for any social justice cause.

This is all bullshit but I'm gonna answer it so I can eventually probably pin this fucking post for all u annoying assholes who want to speak over the point and distract from getting shit done here.

White fandom does not mean white people. I have said this so many times. White fandom means the ppl who support the ideas of white supremacy, that white ppl's ideals and comfort should be prioritized over everyone else and "we don't have to talk about race because that's "the real racism."" This has been happening nonstop with the way that Lestat, a fictional white man, is defended to death while real black and brown fans are openly bullied within the fandom (usually to defend *him*!) and nobody fucking cares. They care even less because of how white fandom is now made up of fans who aren't white, who convince white ppl even more that "this is the way, don't listen to those ppl, they're all (euphemism for racial slurs goes here)." If you come into a fandom that centers black American history in its plot and is also well known as a fandom to be antiblack af, that's literally on u to figure out. loustat-0 has been here, it's been two fucking years, I don't give a shit what her background is, this is no excuse. She came into this space knowing what it is, the show spells it out p fucking well too. Stop making excuses for assholes who want to remain ignorant and make themselves victims when they're told they fucked up. U don't have to be a white person to do that shit and antiblackness is so rampant across every race on top of it, it's not brand new information that brown ppl can be antiblack too. Shit, black ppl can be antiblack, look at fangs and keybearer. That is the whole point of being loud about this, to challenge their bs and wake ppl up to saying something back about it. cuz it's the same white fandom shit, just dressed different and in a way most white ppl don't know how to understand. That's what they count on too, why do u think fangs got so loud screaming I'M BLACK AND U NEED TO LISTEN TO ME when she thought that would work to prove her antiblack af point against a white person? u can be any race and be in white fandom and racist af. internalized racism is real. a lot of things are real. Look how many ppl across various groups constantly speak up for political parties who cause harm to their own communities. This manipulation happens every day across many spaces.

You're the only one not understanding what's going on here tbh. I also have never given any information on who I am at all and that is on purpose. The fandom is making up a definition of the person I am typing this, I have said nothing. I say nothing because that's what white fandom relies on, personal information to attack u as a person instead of replying to the topic of fandom racism itself. U can see in this example here how they move goalposts depending on which race, gender, and age they're speaking to. Why do u think it's mostly black ppl on those PSAs too? Why do you think the fandom also ignores them so much and sees them as "angry" and "dangerous." Ur interpretation of who I am is up to u and I don't owe anyone access to that. If u need only specific types of ppl to speak up on shit like fandom racism then u are revealing the main issue behind why nothing ever gets accomplished. Who is the best messenger then? Who would u listen to after all? Sit with that thought and choke on it, cuz the real answer is "nobody." U all will never allow anyone to speak on this, that's why u pull shit like what ur trying to pull here rn. have u also noticed the only ppl getting defended are those who come from white fandom? Why do u think that is too. Why would ppl sympathize so much with only these ppl and not all the black and brown ppl who have been fucked with a lot harder this whole time otherwise. where are those names ever. why are u all always crying about these useless idiots only. ur part of the fucking problem and this victim act doesn't work on me or anyone else. we are all tired of this shit and that's why I'm fucking here.

These are not "petty reasons," you're just fucking stupid and defending the wrong ppl. Wake up already. Ignorance on racism isn't even the only thing loustat-0 is accused of and u want to say it's xenophobic to judge someone's behavior like that, when she's *been* told by ppl how to act right. Fuck outta here. Learn what words mean, u fucking cretin. Btw it was her own post in the tags about leaving that even called attention to this in the first place, it's not like I dug it out of nothing the way fangs is always digging thru black fans' personal shit for her call out posts. She whined a lot to play victim but she did not try to defend herself this way at all so it makes me rly wonder why tf u feel the need to do all this on her behalf. what is UR fucking point, princess?