#it’s like how they always get me scratch offs that don’t win. my brother gets the same ones but his always win EXHIBIT FUCKIN A TODAY - WE

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my mother got me a carry on suitcase but little does she know …. i alrdy ordered the one i actually wanted 3 days ago ALSKAKSKALSKLAKSLAKSLAKS

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Hey, you could do an Edward Cullen x reader where the reader is his blood singer but, unlike Bella, isn't obsessed with him? As if he really had to work hard to win her over? (sorry if i wrote something wrong, english is not my mother tongue)

Taking It Slow

You dropped Jessica and Angela off at Jess’ car still in the parking lot of the dress shop. They were leaving Port Angeles early while you were going to meet your brother for dinner later. Sometimes you wondered why you agreed to move in with your brother. Well, you knew. It was either go live with your older brother or move to Portugal during your last years of high school. You learned French in school, not Portuguese. Forks, Washington was your only real choice. 

There was still some time before your brother got out of classes and met you. It was nice of him to let you use his car, stating he could take the bus instead. With time to kill, you decided to grab a coffee and just walk around. A gasp left your mouth when you ran into someone. 

“I’m so sorry. Oh, hi, Edward.” 

You looked up to see Edward Cullen, your… you didn’t know what to call him. You guys weren’t really friends. But what exactly were you supposed to call the vampire you knew who claimed your blood was made for them? Aside from telling him that it wasn’t exactly a compliment you were a blood singer, you didn’t know what to do with Edward. He wasn’t mean. On the contrary, he was a decent guy. But you weren’t the type to just fall for someone because they were hot and nice. Plus, you didn’t like your guys having all the girls falling for him. 

Edward scratched at the back of his head. “Hi. Oh, I wasn’t following you, by the way.” 

You pursed your lips for a moment. “I wasn’t exactly worried about that.” 

“Right, sorry, I’m kind of guessing. I promised not to read your mind so I’m not really sure anymore.” 

“You could just ask.” 

“Right, right. Uh, right, do you want another coffee?” 

“I’m actually meeting my brother for dinner.” 

“Well can I walk you?” 

“Sure.” 

The two of you were side by side with each other. You could feel Edward twitching next to you. The vampire wasn’t sure what was going on with him. He had never planned on getting close to you but he couldn’t help it. It was impossible not to want to be near his blood singer. He felt awkward and unsure about everything he did when it came to you. He wasn’t even sure if you were still single because you knew of his feelings for you or if you just didn’t like any of the boys that asked you out. 

Your brother raised an eyebrow when he saw you coming up the street. A sigh left your mouth. He was going to ask about Edward and you just didn’t have the patience to answer anything. You gave a wave to your walking companion and entered the restaurant. Like you expected, your brother didn’t stop asking questions. He wouldn’t even give it a rest when he dropped you off at school. 

You always got to school a little early because of your brother’s classes. You blinked in surprise at a very tall and rather pale man standing next to your locker. Awkwardly, Edward stuck out a hand. He was clutching a small bouquet of flowers. 

“I don’t know what your favorite is but I thought these daisies were nice.” 

You took them from him. “Thank you, Edward.” 

He nodded, walking off. You held the bouquet in the crook of your elbow as you grabbed some books. Not even a minute later, Edward came back. You watched him take in a breath he didn’t need. Edward pointed at the flowers until you got the hint to give them back. He thrusted them out in front of you once more and you had to stop yourself from laughing. How was a century old vampire so awkward in life? 

“I want to ask you out. Do you want to go on a date with me?” 

“Where?” 

“I… I haven’t thought that far.” 

“Well, when, then?” 

“I haven’t thought that far.” 

You took the flowers back from him. “It’s a Teacher Work Day on Wednesday. You pick me up at seven, we drive to Seattle. Breakfast at the Original Starbucks and then we go to the waterfront.” 

Edward was flustered, muttering a small okay. You laughed as you watched him walk away. This was certainly going to be an interesting date. 

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@jegulus-microfic // june 18 // prompt: date // words: 1046 // part one + part two + part three

“You look fine, Regulus,” Sirius says from where he is sprawled out on Regulus’ bed. He’s watching as Regulus tries on his fifth outfit. Something smart yet casual.

Regulus glances over at Sirius as he fiddles with his curls, making sure they’re arranged just right. “I know I do! I’m just��� nervous.”

“What for?” Sirius reaches into the bag of chips again, fingers stained bright yellow from the cheesy powder. He’s munching away at his chips. “This guy’s seen you at in the middle of the night in those fuck ass plaid pants you insist on sleep in. If he’s still willing to go on a date with you, I’m sure he likes you a lot.”

“I don’t know…” Regulus hesitates, scratches his nose. “What if he only likes me at 2AM when he’s sleep-deprived?”

“Then he’s a fool. And a tired one, too.” Sirius sounds certain. Decisive. Like he had a glimpse into the future and is simply relaying facts. He always did have such a convincing way of speaking. Convinced Regulus right out of their parents’ house. Convinced him straight into the conservatory.

Sirius maneuvers his body into an upright position, pushing himself off the bed and coming to stand in front of Regulus. He reaches out to fuss with the collar of his shirt, but Regulus ducks out of range.

“Get your filthy fingers away from me.” He does not intend to show up to dinner with yellow fingerprints on his shirt.

Sirius shrugs, sucking his fingers into his mouth one by one to get the cheese powder off.

“My baby brother, all grown up.” All proud and preening, as if he’s solely responsible. And maybe he is, in a way.

But Regulus would rather choke on the words than let Sirius hear them, the Black family pride still a thing he can’t shake.

Sirius follows him to the front door, talking about how Regulus should be home by midnight and should not kiss on the first date and other inane social rules that Regulus has absolutely no intention of adhering to.

“Stop!” Regulus complains as he bats away Sirius’ hands when he reaches out again to adjust a curl. “You’re messing up my hair! And getting cheese powder all over me!”

Sirius is persistent, though. “Let me have this! You’ve never liked anyone before, this is a special occasion.” He shoves Regulus’ hands away with ease and tugs on a curl, making sure it rests over his forehead just so.

“I’ve liked people before, thank you very much,” Regulus huffs, indignant.

“Crouch doesn’t count,” Sirius says with a roll of his eyes.

“Just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean he doesn’t count.”

“Shhh. I am very specifically choosing to pretend you never liked him. Better yet, I am very specifically choosing to pretend he doesn’t exist.”

“You’re so fucking annoying, did you know that?”

Sirius opens his mouth to respond, but a knock on the door interrupts him. Regulus tries to sneak past Sirius to open the door himself, unwilling to subject James to the phenomenon that is his brother, but Sirius beats him to it.

He opens the door with a flourish, a winning smile on his face as he says, “Hi! You must be Jim—”

“James,” Regulus corrects dryly, despite the heavy thump of his heart. His treacherous, treacherous heart. Sirius pays him no mind.

James looks good. Annoyingly so. He hadn’t lied when he said he cleaned up nice.

His glasses are not smudged, for once. His hair sits neatly styled. Tan trousers and a nice shirt. Yeah, he looks good. But a part of Regulus wants to reach out and untuck the shirt and run a hand through his hair to ruffle it, just a bit.

He likes James soft and warm. He likes his voice sleep-sweet and honeyed.

“I’m Sirius. Regulus’ older brother. What are your intentions with him tonig—”

“And we’re leaving,” Regulus cuts in, shouldering past Sirius. Before he walks out the door, he turns to face his brother again, hissing, “Thank you for absolutely nothing.”

Sirius pays him no mind. He cheerfully calls out, “Bye! Make good choices!”

Regulus simply grabs James’ hand and drags him down the hall, as far away from his apartment as possible, as quickly as possible.

James’ hand is warm in his, a little clammy, but Regulus doesn’t mind. He hides a secret smile in the collar of his shirt at the knowledge that James is as nervous as he is.

“I’m so sorry about him,” Regulus says while they wait for the elevator. He turns to face James, but James’ gaze is fond. Regulus can smell James’ cologne, something woodsy and bright. It’s not as familiar to him as the lavender laundry detergent.

The same scent that clung to his favorite sweater for a week when Regulus had conveniently forgotten his own detergent at home and James had so kindly let Regulus use his. He had sat on the couch, nose tucked into the fabric of his sweater, pretending it was James’.

“No worries at all. I’m glad you have someone who cares about you like that.”

“Yeah, I—” Regulus supposes James is right. He doesn’t quite know what he’d do if he didn’t have this. Have Sirius. Wonders if he ever would have made it out of that house, out from under his parents’ thumb. He prefers not to think of it too much. “I guess,” he finishes lamely.

James — wonderful, attentive, thoughtful James — notices that the conversation is flowing someplace it is not yet supposed to go. He squeezes Regulus’ hand and smiles at him.

“Anyway, Harry is at his mum’s for the night so I am all yours. No interruptions this time. I swear.”

No baby monitors or beeping washing machines. No sleep to find and chord progressions to practice. Just James and Regulus.

This time, Regulus doesn’t hide his smile. “I think I like the sound of that.”

Regulus doesn’t make it home before midnight.

Instead, he finds himself in the laundry room at 2 A.M.

More specifically, he finds himself on top of a washing machine at 2 A.M., legs wrapped around James’ waist and hand lost in James’ hair as he is being paid back all the kisses he was owed.

With interest.

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I’ve got Alfred on the brain lately. When it comes to the cast of Hetalia, Arthur will always be my favourite - I think that’s pretty obvious, heh - but when it comes to the character who fascinates me the most? IDK, man. My motherland might not actually take the top spot. Or if he does then Alfred comes in a very close second.

Alfred, to me, is one of those characters who seems really basic when you first encounter him but if you scratch the surface, you’ll find something deeper. You watch a couple of episodes and the first impression is he’s just your typical “dumb ol’ American” stereotype. Cheerful, enthusiastic, and brave but arrogant with it. Eager to help the other nations but talks over them and uses himself as a world map. Powerful, winner of the Cold War, and the current leader of the West. Burgers, guns, aliens. You know the story. Plenty of funny moments but nothing groundbreaking here. National personifications are old as balls and a dime a dozen, and most Americas will dutifully tick all the boxes I just mentioned. Alfred doesn’t seem so special at first.

But then…I don’t know. It starts with his Closet Cleaning/Indepence arc. Alfred wins of course but at a crucial moment he fumbles and Arthur gets the drop on him. Alfred, the future superpower, freezes up and is helpless albeit just for a moment. It’s intriguing. Little details like that are what make Alfred so much more fascinating to me. How easy would it have been to reverse the roles and have Arthur at Alfred’s mercy? It would make sense since Alfred is the ultimate victor in their clash. But no, we get that little touch instead.

Then there’s stuff like the Great Depression arc where you’d expect Alfred to be either angry and defensive or overly flippant about the mess he’s caused. But then no: he’s contrite. You can tell he’s genuinely sorry for what he did. Or how about that Christmas strip where he’s sad to be left out of the shenanigans happening in Europe. Asks Francis and Arthur to please include him next time but also seems kinda resigned? As if he doesn’t believe they will. Does he think two of his closest allies don’t actually like him? He looks down on his brother before he starts gaining independence. But once Matthew becomes a dominion through diplomacy then Alfred is amazed and even seems a little jealous? Does that mean he would have also liked to break away from Arthur peacefully if he could? But he’s so proud of his hard won independence at the same time. I don’t know, man. No idea what makes this boy tick sometimes. There’s loads more examples I could list.

That’s what Alfred is to me. The TLDR version is he’s a character who starts off zigging every zig you’d expect him to. Only to zag unexpectedly every now and then. Enough to always keep me just a little off balance and make me want to go on puzzling over him. I love characters like that ✨👌

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The UK & Ireland as Taylor Swift songs

ENGLAND: The Archer

“Combat, I’m ready for combat. I say I don’t want that, but what if I do? ‘Cause cruelty wins in the movies, I’ve got a hundred thrown-out speeches I almost said to you.

(…)

I’ve been the archer, I’ve been the prey. Who could ever leave me, darling, but who could stay?

Dark side, I search for your dark side, but what if I’m alright, right, right here? And I cut off my nose just to spite my face, and then I hate my reflection for years and years.

I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost. The room is on fire, invisible smoke. And all of my heroes die all alone, help me hold onto you.

(…)

All the king’s horses, all the king’s men, couldn’t put me together again ‘cause all of my enemies started out friends. Help me hold onto you.”

IRELAND: Mad Woman

“What did you think I’d say to that? Does a scorpion sting when fighting back? They strike to kill, and you know I will. (…)

Every time you call me crazy, I get more crazy. What about that? And when you say I seem angry, I get more angry.

And there’s nothing like a mad woman; what a shame she went mad. No one likes a mad woman; you made her like that. And you poke that bear til the claws come out, and you find something to wrap your noose around. And there’s nothing like a mad woman.

Now I breathe flames each time I talk, my canons all firing at your yacht. They say “move on”, but you know I won’t. And women like hunting witches too, doing your dirtiest work for you. It’s obvious that wanting me dead has really brought you two together.

(…)

I’m taking my time, taking my time, cause you took everything from me. Watching you climb, watching you climb, over people like me. The master of spin has a couple side flings, good wives always know. And she should be mad, should be scathing like me but

No one likes a mad woman.”

NORTHERN IRELAND: Who’s Afraid of Little Old Me?

“The who’s who of ‘who’s that?’ Is poised for the attack, but my bare hands paved their path. You don’t get to tell me about ‘sad’

(…)

The scandal was contained, the bullet had just grazed. At all costs, keep your good name. You don’t get to tell me you feel bad.

Is it a wonder I broke? Let’s hear one more joke, then we could all just laugh until I cry.

(…)

So tell me everything is not about me, but what if it is? Then say they didn’t do it to hurt me, but what if they did? I wanna snarl and show you just how disturbed this has made me. You wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me. So all you kids can sneak into my house with all the cobwebs- I’m always drunk on my own tears, isn’t that what they all said- then I’ll sue you if you step on my lawn. That is fearsome and I’m wretched and I’m wrong. Put narcotics into all of my songs, and that’s why you’re still singing along.

So I leap from the gallows and I levitate down your street. Crash the wedding like a record scratch as I scream, “Who’s afraid of little old me?” I was tame, I was gentle ‘til the circus life made me mean, “don’t you worry, folks, we took out all her teeth!” Who’s afraid of little old me? Well, you should be.

SCOTLAND: Peace

“But I’m a fire and I’ll keep your brittle heart warm if your cascade ocean-wave blues come. All these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret. The devil’s in the details, but you got a friend in me. Would it be enough if I could never give you peace?

Your integrity makes me seem small; you paint dreamscapes on the wall, I talk shit with my friends. It’s like I’m wasting your honour.

And you know that I’d swing with you for the fences, sit with you in the trenches. Give you my wild, give you a child. Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother. Is it enough?

But there’s robbers to the east, clowns to the west. I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best, but the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me.”

WALES: Seven

“Please, picture me in the trees, I hit my peak at seven feet in the swing, over the creek. I was too scared to jump in, but I, I was high in the sky, with Pennsylvania under me, are there still beautiful things?

Sweet tea in the summer. Cross your heart, won’t tell no other. And though I can’t recall your face, I still got love for you. Your braid’s like a pattern, love you to the moon and to Saturn. Passed down like folk songs, the love lasts so long.

And I’ve been meaning to tell you, I think your house is haunted. Your dad is always mad, and that must be why. And I think you should come live with me and we can be pirates, then you won’t have to cry or hide in the closet. And just like a folk song, our love will be passed on.

Please, picture me in the weeds, before I learnt civility. I used to scream ferociously anytime I wanted.”

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Chapter 39: It's His Fate...

💜Fic Pairing: OT7 x OFC

💜AU/Genre: Reverse Harem/Reincarnation/Polyfidelity/Ghosts/AMBW

💜Warnings: Sexual content/protective order/mentions of harassment/questioning of sexuality/adult content/unprotected sex/mention of violence/adult language

💜Rating: MA

💜Word Count: 4,883

CHAPTER 39

Another POV

*smack*

The sound of flesh on flesh echoes throughout the room. Holding his face, Tony looks up at his brother from the ground, where he’s on his knees, his weight resting back on his feet.

“You fucking dumbass. Do you realize how much trouble you’ve caused?! I told you over and over and fucking over again to leave that woman alone; now look at you. If you’re going to do illegal shit, you should be smart enough to not get caught,” the man yells down at the other after slapping the shit out of him.

“Why is it illegal? How is checking in on and watching over the love of my life a fucking crime? She needs me! She needs me to keep her safe!”

“Tony, she doesn’t fucking need you! You really are a psycho, aren’t you?! You are delusional. That’s why you’ve had to go to therapy to begin with. You ain’t nothing but a little weak ass boy… weak mind and body. You’re way out of your depths thinking you could bag that bitch, baby boy. She doesn’t want you…never has and never will!”

Spit is flying from his mouth as he berates his little brother.

“She is way too much woman for you to handle, anyway. Shit, I could tell from the first day I saw her, when I dropped you off for your session all those years ago, that she needed a real man to dick her down,” he says, leaning over to speak directly into Tony’s ear. “I was so close to burying my pipe in that sweet pussy. To reach that itch, she needs scratched so badly. To have her bent over, panting out my name. I was this fucking close,” the man says with his thumb and index finger centimeters apart, demonstrating how close he was to fucking Tia.

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT HER LIKE THAT! DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE!”

“Who the FUCK do you think you’re talking to, bitch?” He continues to speak with his hand now around Tony’s throat, squeezing as hard as he can. “You must think I’m Jason. Don’t forget, I don’t fucking baby your ho ass just because you’re our little brother. Well, half little bastard ass brother.”

Tony wants so badly to fight his brother, but he knows that’s a battle he’s never been able to win. He’s only a few years younger, but he wasn’t blessed with the strength and muscle they possess. Maybe Brandon has been right all along. Maybe it is because he has a different mother, has different genes. Whatever. He definitely can’t beat him now as darkness clouds his vision.

“Brandon, that’s enough,” Jason says when he emerges from around the corner, entering the room. His tone, however, doesn’t carry the same urgency as Tony’s current predicament.

Reluctantly, Brandon releases Tony’s throat, allowing him to fall to the floor, coughing and gasping for air while holding his neck.

“Why the fuck are you always protecting this little fucker? I should have just killed him when we first found out about him. When his whore of a mother dumped him on our doorstep like the mutt he is.”

Jason doesn’t particularly like Tony either, but he is more patient, whereas Brandon has always been more hot-tempered and impulsive.

“Well, you’ve missed that chance by a few decades, huh? Besides, he is obviously Dad’s son, too, always chasing behind a skirt just like he did, and our grandfather, and our great-grandfather. This is a trait we’ve all gotten honestly,” Jason sits on the couch and continues with, “Now, get up, Tony.”

The man complies and gets up to sit on the other chair, still holding his throat, eyes bloodshot.

“Your ass would still be in jail if it was up to me. You better be glad Jason was nice enough to bond your ass out,” Brandon says, seething.

“Well, it’s the least WE could do, seeing as he’s taking the fall for you, Brandon. That is the deal, seeing as he did create the perfect opportunity to get you off the hook,” Jason retorts.

While Tony has put himself in a tight spot on his own by stalking Tia and getting caught, confessing to poisoning her wine took some convincing, but not much. Like Jason said, that was the deal to get him out of that hell hole. Not only that, even though they treat him like shit, they are his brothers. He still loves them, nonetheless. They are mean, but they are present in his life. They haven’t abandoned him.

"I told you...I didn't do it! Plus, he's going to prison anyway. A few more years won't hurt and if I had done it, that's the least HE can do with his useless ass. And, I mean, everything worked out so perfectly for him to do this," Brandon says while taking a seat next to his twin. "It is as if it's his fate."

“Tony, enjoy your freedom for now but stay away from that woman. Don’t make us regret getting you out,” Jason warns.

Tony nods, looking so small sitting on the edge of the couch, but inside, he is still fuming over the way things have transpired. His entire life has been a complete shit show, but it has gotten progressively worse. Tony seems to disassociate when he stares off into space with a lost look on his face.

He can’t get the memory out of his head. The reel of Officer Jeon fucking his woman through the window is on a loop, playing in his mind. The look on her face was as if she was enjoying it. The way Officer Jeon continued to pound into her even after seeing him standing in the yard… watching them. The disrespectful motherfucker kept eye contact while driving into her from behind.

I can’t wait to feel the warmth of his blood on my hands. He wants to be me…wants to take my place so fucking bad. And that slut…how could she do this to me? Wait! He had to have forced himself on her. Yeah, that’s it. She was looking like that because he was hurting her. Of course, that’s it. She needs me! She can’t report or take him down alone, especially with him being a cop! Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be there to save you soon.

Taehyung’s POV

When I wake up, I see that Tia is gone and find myself cuddled against Namjoon’s back. He is so warm, and his scent is familiar. It reminds me of Jungkook and Jimin. Maybe it’s our bond causing our natural scents to sync up…maybe? Anyway, I look over this massive man to find Jimin cutely nestled into his chest.

“How adorable,” I whisper while rolling out of bed to find Tia, first grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I’m checking my notifications but hear something at the door and look up and see Tia and Jungkook peeking through the crack.

“What are y'all doing?” I whisper to them, moving to join them in the hallway.

“We were just looking at how cute you guys are. I’m so happy you guys feel so comfortable and are so welcoming to Namjoon,” Tia informs me.

“Yeah, he’s a good guy. I’ve only known him for, literally, less than 24 hours, but it’s just something I know somehow. He’s supposed to be here with us,” I share. “He gives me the same feeling that Jungkook and Jimin radiate.”

“Yeah, I mentioned that to him last night before I left. He’s experienced ‘the feeling.’”

“The feeling?”

Jungkook nods at Tia before continuing, “Yeah. It’s comparable to having butterflies… flutters in your stomach that flip while your heart is racing, but there’s this almost overwhelming happiness that comes over you all at once. It’s warm and loving, like the relationship between brothers, but also attractive and sexy, like a lover. Does that even make sense?”

“Wow, you explained it perfectly,” I say, agreeing with every word.

“Bro, why the fuck is your voice so deep?! You can’t whisper for shit, either,” Jimin says grumpily, surprising us when he opens the bedroom door wide. Namjoon stands behind him, waving and smiling brightly.

“Awww, my Jiminie. Did I wake the baby up?” I can’t help but tease him, finding it funny that his morning personality is so different from his usual self.

His duality is insane. He’s such a child when he first wakes up, but that motherfucker that was with Tia last night was a fucking man! He just cuts his eyes at me, making his way straight to Tia, hugging her small frame and hiding his face in her neck.

“Good morning, everyone,” Namjoon greets. We all answer at once with ‘good mornings and what’s up’.

“Tia, did you have a nightmare last night? You were whimpering, tossing and turning, and talking a lot in your sleep. There was a point during the night where your eyes were partially open but blinking unnaturally fast.”

Tired of standing in the hall, we join Namjoon back in the bedroom. Tia sits on the plush carpet at the foot of the bed, with Jimin following to end up laying his head in her lap. We find ourselves taking her lead and sitting here and there on the floor.

“Namjoon is right. I saw it, too, before we turned the TV off to go to sleep. They were moving so fast, like flipping pages in a book,” Jimin adds, looking up at Tia.

“Honestly, it doesn’t even seem like I went to sleep. I mean, I feel rested now, but the night went by so quickly. It’s like I closed my eyes for five minutes, only to open them, and it was morning,” Tia says while she runs her fingers through Jimin’s hair. “Something is happening to me, and I know things I didn’t know before. It’s as if I got a download of information overnight. Y’all are going to think I’m crazy, but,” she pauses for a second as if debating whether she should continue, smiling out of nervousness. “Being that I’ve been gifted this information, I feel obligated to share it in order to help others.”

She looks up and stares daggers directly into my eyes, which has me on edge. Not because I feel she may have some life-changing news for me but rather as if she's unsure if she can be completely vulnerable at this moment. Or maybe she’s unsure if she can trust her new gift. This is still very new for her.

“What is it, Jagi?”

“Ummm… d-do you have an employee named Shane?”

“Y-yes. I do. He’s an installer I just hired a couple of weeks ago,” I say, a bit confused.

“He’s a good guy who is trying his best. Life has been hard for him, but he is so grateful that you took a chance on him. He is a very honest and loyal person. You can trust him.”

“Huh…”

“Do you know that he’s been homeless for almost a year now? He’s been sleeping in his car in the company parking lot. Hiring him has changed his life, and things are finally looking up for him.”

“Homeless?!” The guys all exclaim in unison.

This statement has me reflecting on our exchanges during the past couple of weeks and what other employees have witnessed. I joked with him before saying that I made the right choice with hiring him as he was beating everyone to work in the morning, including me. It makes sense if he never left to begin with. Then, there were the mornings he’d come in with wet hair, saying he didn’t have time to dry it, leaving the gym and coming straight to work. One of those days, another employee mentioned seeing him enter the gym, but he didn’t workout. He just showered, changed clothes, and left. Has he been showering there? I’m speechless, and while this is all so sudden, I believe what Tia is saying with every part of me.

“And with that being said, since we’re all here, should we talk about everything? I was telling Jungkook that I was thinking that we will need a bigger bed.”

My heart aches from what she’s just told me, but also because of that look of uncertainty that still rests behind her eyes. She’s baring herself to us, and I can see that she’s taking a leap of faith with what she’s about to suggest.

“A bigger bed? Jimin is a bit surprised, as we all are.

“Well, yes…you guys have been here for weeks, only returning to your places to get more clothes. I mean, I would love for you all to be here full-time, and there’s plenty of room for us all,” she answers.

“I, personally, would love to wake up to your beautiful face every morning. I must admit, the thought has crossed my mind,” Jungkook says, “but I didn’t want to take advantage of your kindness by outstaying my welcome. I also didn’t want to come off like a leech, feeding off of my rich sugar mama,” he says the last part with a wink, which elicits a smile from Tia.

“Yeah, same…I never want to leave, but I was actually going to go home today. I didn’t want to overstay my welcome, either,” Jimin admits.

We all share similar feelings of not wanting to take advantage of Tia or assume something that wasn’t there.

“Would you guys like to stay here? To live here, making this your home just as much as it is mine?”

“Noona! Of course, I want to live here with you. Are you sure?” Jungkook looks so excited with a hint of hesitance.

“Absolutely!”

She looks down at Jimin, her eyes silently asking him. He smiles so big that his eyes have vanished.

“Of course, beautiful… as long as you’ll have me.”

She looks at me questioningly, to which I can’t hide my smile. I lean over to pepper her face with kisses.

“Jagiya! I wanna stay, too!”

“I’m so glad. With you living here, maybe you could think about Shane renting your place?”

“You’re so smart, babe. You literally just read my mind. Is that something new? Can you read our minds now?”

Jokingly, I cover my ears as if that is the access point for her to retrieve my thoughts. She just shakes her head and laughs with amusement.

“I don’t know, but you’d better be careful,” she warns me playfully.

She looks to Namjoon, the newest of the group, who is looking down, playing with tufts of carpet, seemingly thinking this conversation does not include him.

“Namjoon?”

He looks up quickly, not expecting her to ask him, too.

“Really? Me too? I didn’t think you were talking to me, having only met you yesterday.”

“Oh,” Tia says. “Y-yeah, I understand. It’s too soon.”

She seems embarrassed, confused, and heartbroken, and the feeling spreads around the room like a thick fog. I can feel the emotions she’s feeling! Namjoon has no clue that we postponed this conversation, waiting for his presence and input, but it seems by the uncomfortable look on his face that he’s feeling her, too.

“Oh my God,” Jimin says, holding a hand over his heart.

“Wow,” Jungkook says, tears welling in his eyes.

“Oh no, no. No, Tia, I’m not turning you down. Please, baby,” Namjoon says, making his way to sit in front of her, taking her hands in his, which hovers over Jimin’s head. “Baby, you're breaking my heart,” he says with tears in his eyes.

She’s looking from one man to the next, confused at our distress.

“Jagi, your emotions…we can feel them,” my brows furrow on their own with my attempt to swallow the lump forming in my throat, fighting back my own tears. It feels like someone is actively squeezing my heart in their hand.

“Huh?! Really?!”

And just like that, the fog is lifted. She rights herself, and we all take a collective sigh.

“I’m so sorry, y’all. I didn’t even know I could do that or how I did it. Like I said before, something is happening to me. Please, be patient while I get a handle on it?”

We all huddle around her, hugging, kissing, and comforting her, trying to pour all our love into her after feeling what she was feeling. I never want to experience that again. However, it does have me wondering if that’s why Jimin and I felt the urgency to get home to her yesterday after the accident.

“I find this all so fascinating and beautiful. We are blessed to be able to experience this with you,” Jimin says and we all nod in agreement.

“Yes, I must admit, I’m enjoying watching your metamorphosis. It is quite amazing. I don’t think I would believe it if I wasn’t witnessing it firsthand.” Jungkook adds. “Have you always been gifted, though? Why are you developing new gifts now?”

“No, I haven’t always had gifts, but it seems like they are starting to develop and come all at once.”

“You’re saying that like you knew it was coming,” Namjoon mentions.

“Well, gifts are bestowed to the women in my family, usually by their 30th birthday. I’ll be 35 soon, so I assumed that it skipped me. My mother did mention before that I would be powerful, even after I hadn’t developed any powers after turning 30. Still, I could only focus on not having abilities at the moment. It has been said that each generation is more powerful than the previous. The strength of our ancestors flows through our bloodline and accumulates into their daughters.”

“Wow…that’s so fucking beautiful. I love that. So, are you a witch or is this voodoo? I hope that’s not an offensive question, I’m just ignorant on the matters of the metaphysical.” Namjoon says.

“No, I know you’re not trying to be malicious, and I, honestly, don’t know what this is, but I plan on doing more research, and maybe I can ask my ancestors. I do know it’s not voodoo as that is a religion. It could, however, be hoodoo which is a closed spiritual practice to individuals of African descent,” Tia says with a shrug.

“So, what powers did your mom have?” I ask after a moment.

“She was clairvoyant and could see flashes from the future. She was also clairaudient. She often heard messages from her mother and other spirits that would warn her of danger or tell her things so that she could help others.”

“Have you experienced those as well?” Jimin asks the question I’m sure we are all curious about.

“Aside from seeing my mom and grandmother do certain things, no, not until yesterday. Last night, I think I may have had a prophetic dream like my grandmother used to. And I can, obviously, telecommunicate my emotions. I even received a message while meditating after my counseling session. It’s like having random thoughts, but it’s not my voice I hear. I can’t even describe the voice in words, but it feels feminine. That’s how I knew about Tony before you said anything,” I answer, looking at Jungkook when mentioning Anthony.

“Wait, what? What about him?” I ask, feeling defensive.

“He was released this morning on a $20,000 bond.”

“What the fuck?! That makes no sense! So he’s just roaming the fucking streets?” Jimin sits up and is pissed, as we all are.

“Yeah, but it’s going to be fine. Like I told Tia, I’m off this week, so we’ll all be here with her.”

“Fuck… aight. I’ll move some things around so I can be here, too,” I announce. “Maybe I could get with my office manager and Shane to see if they can hold things down this week.”

“After what you told me about this guy, I’m staying. I’ll clear my schedule, too,” Namjoon says.

“Guys, yes, I admit I’m a bit on edge with him being out, but you ALL don’t have to be here. I don’t want to be an inconvenience. You all have jobs and prior obligations.”

“Shit, if I have to choose between you or work…fuck that job,” Jimin comments. “When does his trial start?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll let y’all know when I find out,” Jungkook says.

We carry on this way for a bit, standing firm on staying here with Tia. In conclusion, she will be stuck with all four of us for the week. The conversation eventually shifts when Jungkook says, “Noona, while we are all here, I want to ask you something.”

“Yeah? What is it?”

Will you be mine? I don’t mind that you won’t be just mine, but…will you be my girlfriend? Officially?”

“Yes, of course…I would love to be yours. I would love to be your girlfriend.” She reaches out to caress and cup his cheek in her hand. “Thank you for understanding that I can love you and everyone else at the same time. I’m finding that I don’t love either of you more than the other, but the love is different and tailor-made specifically for you, individually.”

“Will you be my girlfriend, too, Jagiya?”

“Me too, beautiful. That would make me so happy.”

“I’m all in, Little Bit, if you’ll have me,” Namjoon adds.

Tia looks amused and completely overwhelmed as we’re all talking at once. She laughs, and her smile is dazzling. If I weren’t already, I would fall head over heels at this very moment. She accepts all of our requests before we dive into what each of us is seeking from this relationship. Basically, we all just want a safe place to seek refuge from the cold world outside these walls. A place where we can be ourselves, be vulnerable, and be accepted.

We want our love to be reciprocated with Tia and each other. Also, we agree that we are not opposed to sleeping with each other but would prefer that Tia is in the mix somehow. There will also be opportunities for one-on-one quality time, which we’ve been doing already, not joining in with others unless invited. Just going with the flow while being attentive to each other's needs and desires.

Tia’s POV

After our family meeting concludes, the day goes by and is uneventful. I did speak with someone about possibly custom-building a bed to accommodate us all, and I was able to clean up a bit and hang out with the guys, minus Jungkook, who has been sleeping most of the day. I can imagine he’s tired from being up all night, but selfishly, I can’t wait for him to wake up. I miss him even though we are now living together. Jesus, I can’t help but smile the biggest, giddiest smile whenever I think about it. We live together! Me and my four boyfriends.

Knowing that I have to figure out these new abilities and how to harness them, I take time to go down to the theater while the guys are around doing their own thing. With my air pods in, I’m listening to a playlist I’ve curated that helps me to ground and center myself. My eyes are closed while I try to clear my mind and tap into my newfound power. Suddenly, my mind goes silent, and I begin to visualize myself walking up to a tree that is approximately 20 feet wide. Its trunk is twisted, turning around itself and the branches and leaves are plentiful. I place my hands on its trunk and close my eyes in my vision, placing my forehead against the wood. I open my eyes and look up when a breeze causes the leaves to rustle, and just as I look up, the leaves begin to transform into curls and coils of hair. The smell of vanilla is so strong, I can taste it, sweet on my tongue.

Somehow, I know this is my family tree, and the leaves represent my maternal ancestors. The matriarchs of my family are alive here; their power still serges with such force. Their energy is so copious and potent, and feels like it’s coming from the tree’s trunk and into my body. Like it’s replacing my blood and cycling through, transfusing through the tree’s limbs. It burns but doesn’t hurt. The slight discomfort causes me to breathe deeper, grunting with each exhale. My breath quickens, I can feel heat radiating from my skin, and sweat is forming on my upper lip. My soul seems to vibrate, and my body is shivering.

Thankfully, my heart is full of love and the feeling is reciprocated and translated during this exchange. It keeps me anchored, giving me the strength to withstand the uncertainty and uncomfortability instead of bailing out. I stay in the moment, knowing that my family loves me and wouldn’t hurt me. The burning is getting more intense, and I know I won’t be able to take much more.

“Enough,” I say in a whisper and the transference concludes immediately. A sharp trilling begins in my right ear, so I take my earbuds out. It continues. I remember when this used to happen to mom, she would say, ‘I hear you, but I can’t understand. Could you communicate in a way I can understand you,’ so I do the same.

Good. Proud of you. You. Very powerful.

The voice is different, yet again, but still feels womanly. This can only mean one thing.

“My ancestors!”

Not only can I hear my ancestors, but I know they are the same women who have passed along their abilities to me.

I finally open my eyes and lean back to rest on the chair. I really wish my mom was here to help guide me through all of this. With her being gone, I find myself regretting not asking more questions about the spiritual world and everything else. The session was intense as fuck, leaving me exhausted. So much so that I doze off for a moment.

“Little girl!”

The sound of my mother’s voice calling me by one of the nicknames she used for me, even as a grown woman, welcomes me into dreamland.

“Ladybug! I’ve missed you so much. You haven’t visited in a while,” I call back to her. I know this is a dream, but in the dream, it feels like I have control of myself. She walks closer to me and we sit on the ground under the shade of our family tree. It is a bright, sunny day with a gentle wind that causes our hair to dance.

“Well, you know I’m always near and I’m only a call away.”

I tell her all about what’s going on in my life, I update her on how Jasmine is doing, and about the meditation session I just had. She asks a few questions here and there, eventually confirming my interpretation of my vision.

“You’re doing such a good job, hunny. I know with everything happening at once and it being so new, it can be quite overwhelming, but you’re handling it all so well. I told you you are going to be something special and you will only get better and stronger from here. And thank you so much for filling in for me and being here for your sister. She is so stubborn and independent but she will need you more than ever when she’s going through this in a few years.”

My sister is currently 28 years old, so I’m assuming she will be getting her powers on time.

“She will be powerful. More powerful than me, at least, but you are the oldest and will harness a power that is much stronger. Teach her, and be patient with her.”

Of course I agree, and vow to be there as I’ve always been. I’m glad that mom can rest well knowing that I will move heaven and earth for my baby sis. We continue to talk and she mentions the guys, which causes me to smile.

“Oh my, look at you blushing. Are you that happy?” She teases me and I answer with a nod. “Well, go hang out with your loves. They are concerned, I think due to your vision and the rollercoaster of emotions you just experienced.”

“Oh yeah! They did mention earlier that they could feel what I was feeling. How do I control that?”

“Baby, with everything you do, focus on your intention. You were probably so focused on your feelings and trying to hide them. You’re not going to be able to hide anything from them, even if you try your hardest, thanks to your pure love. Stop trying to fight it, your abilities AND being vulnerable. They are your safe haven where you can be yourself, feel all the feels, and use your magic freely. You see that fighting your feelings and not trusting your intuition doesn’t end well, hence the accident yesterday. Recognize that feeling and move accordingly.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you, mommy. When will I see you again?”

“Whenever you call, I’ll come running.”

She is smiling and waves at me. Though we are both still seated under the tree, distance grows between us until I can barely see her. Just as I’m about to wake up I hear her voice once again, clear as day.

“Four down, three to go…completion!”

[whats-wild-to-you]

can I request a scenario in which Jay has a twin brother? 🤪 you three grew up together and you meet them again and you feel very attracted to both of them? smut + 3some pls 🙏 thx

what is it with you all and smut? honestly, I feel dirty 😈😂

DISCLAIMER: this is NSFW // not safe for anywhere except maybe the privacy of your own four walls // proceed with caution ⚠️

For the story’s sake, Jay and his twin are non celebrities but reader is. Also, this will be a loooooooooong request

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Going back home felt strange. From the moment you got signed and started making music, you traveled around the globe, visiting the most stunning places. Suddenly this Seattle suburb felt small and dull.

It was the first proper vacation you got in the past ten years, yet for some strange reason you wanted to come home rather than going to a tropical island.

“Was it always this bleak here?” You said out loud as you approached the hotel you would be staying in.

The next morning you walked down the street in search of some coffee and breakfast.

People you walked past looked at you funny, or at least that’s what you thought. Maybe they recognize me?, you thought for a second, but pushed that thought aside quickly. Rather than recognizing you, they must know that you were not from around here.

Entering the first cafe you came across, you took a seat by the window and waited for your order. From the corner of your eye you saw two people looking in your direction and when you turned to them, realized who they were.

Jay and Mike, the twins who lived down the street from you. Growing up you used to play hide and seek together and they would always win.

“Is it really you?” One of the twins, you didn’t know which one it was, approached you. “It's Mike, by the way.” He quickly added, noticing your confusion. Jay remained seated at their table, looking at you from across the room. 

“Hi!” You beamed at him. “Long time, no see.”

“I guess. So where do you live now?”

“Oh, here and there. I move a lot!”

“Any chances you’ll be moving back home?”

Home? This place felt too foreign to be considered home, but you couldn’t tell Mike that. Instead you smiled and shrugged. You noticed how nervous he was when he kept rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting around.

“What are you doing tonight?”

“Nothing, why?”

“Why don’t you come here? I promise you, you’ll like it!” He scribbled down an address on your receipt and walked back to his table. Shortly after, the twins left, with Jay walking by, without so much as looking at you. They stood outside for a while, their backs turned away from you. It gave you an opportunity to check them out. They were roughly the same height but Jay was more muscular and had several tattoos peeking from underneath his shirt. Mike on the other hand was the preppy one, always has been. You chuckled when you thought back to the time they were kids. They were scrawny and would always get into some kind of trouble. At least one of them still spelled trouble. 

“I guess some things never change!” You said out loud, checking the address. 

When night fell, you decided to check out the place Mike had recommended to you. Since you didn’t bring any fancy clothes with you, you had gone on a little shopping spree earlier in the day and was now faced with a difficult decision. There were three outfits laid out on the bed. Since you also didn’t know what kind of establishment it would be, you decided to go with the safest option. A little black dress was always the right choice.

It hugged your curves and accentuated them. Despite it being short, it kept you warm and so you ditched the tights you had also purchased. They only made you look like you were twelve.

Standing in line outside, you realized this place was very popular. As you approached, you saw two bulky guys scratching names off a list and letting people in. Those whose names weren’t on it were sent away.

“What the hell am I doing here? My name won’t be on that list!”

But the line was moving rapidly and soon it was your turn.

“Next! What’s your name sweetie?”

You stated your full name and were surprised to see one of the guys pointing inside.

You walked in, scanning people’s faces. But no one looked familiar. Until you saw Mike in the distance, clad in a dark suit. Before you could make your way to him, someone else caught your attention. Jay. Pouring drinks behind the bar. Women swooning as he expertly flipped the bottles.

“I thought you knew, but judging by your look you probably don’t. Jay and I own this bar.”

When you kept looking at Mike in utter confusion, he explained further. “Sometimes Jay works the bar. It’s good for the business. The ladies love him!”

Jay was still ignoring you, even after Mike introduced you. He was too busy flirting with a couple women who sat at the bar, ordering drink after drink, marveling at the sight of Jay in his tight black shirt.

You looked over to the bar and nodded your head in agreement.

“Let’s go and order something to drink.”

Mike smiled nervously and ordered your drinks. He kept trying to make small talk but failed miserably. All you wanted was to get Jay’s attention. Even when you were kids he was the fun one, the entertaining one, the cute one. Now he was a sexy stud, and Mike was obviously having a hard time being in his shadow.

“So you both own it but you’re responsible for the business side of things?”

“I’m better with numbers.” He smiled awkwardly.

“I see.”

Hours passed with you sitting near the bar, observing people. A few guys tried to hit on you, especially whenever Mike left your side, but you successfully warded off their sloppy attempts. 

Slowly people started leaving, with the group of Jay’s groupies being the last.

“What are you doing here?” You heard a voice say.

You raised your head and looked towards the entrance, fully expecting to see someone at the door.

“I’m talking to you!”

You turned your head around, gazing at Jay. His eyes were glued on you. The last time you spoke to him his voice hadn’t even started breaking. It sounded so different from Mike’s. Much more sensual, raspy but also velvety. Definitely hot and dangerous.

“I’m here on vacation.” You said, certain that Jay must hate your guts. 

He simply nodded and threw the empty liquor bottles away.

“Where are you staying?”

“Lynnwood.” You said, keeping your answer vague.

Mike returned just in that moment. “You’re staying in Lynnwood. Let me drive you back!”

“No, it’s ok-”

“Please!”

You nodded, smiling at him, watching, as Jay rolled his eyes at you. While he looked like the bad boy who was more popular with the ladies, Mike was responsible, reliable.

You waved goodbye to Jay, certain you wouldn’t see him again.

Mike insisted on walking you up to your room, all while fidgeting with his car keys.

You sensed that he had something to tell you, but maybe wasn’t confident enough so you invited him in, offering him a drink from the mini bar.

“Actually, there’s something I wanted to tell you since we ran into each other earlier.”

You braced yourself, even though Mike appeared to be pretty harmless.

“I’ve had a crush on you since we were teens.”

“Oh wow, I didn’t know!” I lied. Of course I knew, but he wasn’t the one I had my eyes on.

“Back then I thought you’d rather go for Jay but seeing the two of you tonight, I think I have a shot!”

He concluded, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Oh my God, the poor guy!, you thought while smiling at him. Even a blind person could see the sexual tension between you and Jay at the bar earlier.

“But you know I’m not staying here long!”  You tried to reason with him, and Mike nodded frantically.

Suddenly you understood what he was trying to tell you. All he wanted was one night with his crush. For old time’s sake.

You had limited time to consider your options, but in the end concluded that it wouldn’t hurt.

I’ll probably never see him again.

A funny thought crept inside your mind before Mike inched closer to you.

I wish you were your brother!

Still, you closed your eyes and allowed him to kiss you, pulling you closer in the process. It wasn’t that he was clumsy or inexperienced, but definitely lacked the fire Jay seemed to have.

“Wow!” He stated, as he broke the kiss.

Carefully he pulled the straps of your dress down exposing your fragrant skin. Slowly, his mouth traveled to those spots. You could tell he put some effort in it but his advances left you unaffected. It had been a while since you had really good sex, and this, should you decide to continue it, wouldn’t result in good sex.

But still, sex is sex!, you thought and slowly unbuttoned his shirt and undid his pants. You could tell Mike was taken aback but didn’t dare to protest. Soon you were both in your underwear, with Mike laying you down on the bed and carefully climbing on top of you.

You wanted, no, needed him to remove your underwear and fuck you but Mike seemed to be one of those people who went slow. For a moment you entertained the possibility of this being his first one-night stand and had to hold back a chuckle. Soon though you were hot and bothered and needed him to speed things up, but Mike didn’t seem to catch on.

A loud knock on the door killed the mood completely and you remained silent, thinking whoever it was would leave. Then there was a second knock.

“I know you’re in there!”

Jay? How the hell did he find us?

Mike looked panicked, but you slowly got up and went on to answer the door. In between the second knock and hearing Jay’s voice you had decided to be a naughty girl tonight. You knew Jay would play along, all you had to do was convince Mike.

He looked at you flabbergasted as you answered the door in your underwear.

When Jay entered he didn’t say anything, just looked around, assessing the situation.

“What are you doing there, little brother?” He asked, referring to the 3-minute difference they had.

You directed Jay’s gaze at you, putting your hands around his waist, looking up at him pleadingly.

Please, save me from this boring man! Stay and let’s spice things up!

You seemed to be able to communicate well without words, as Jay leaned back against the desk, allowing you to undress him.

In the mirror you could see Mike, sitting on the bed, mouth agape. When he came back to his senses he shook his head and scrambled to find his clothes.

“Stay!” You said pleadingly, slowly walking up to him and removing your bra in the process. “Please.”

Mike shook his head again in a failed attempt to get rid of this horrible idea, but in the end you persuaded him and took the twin’s hands, leading them towards the bed.

“You know, growing up I had a lot of naughty thoughts about you two. Us three. I never expected to be able to fulfill them. Until tonight.”

“I don’t know ab-” Mike started but Jay cut him off.

“It’s okay, little brother, I’ll make up for it.” Jay smirked while squeezing your breasts.

To your surprise, Jay’s comment brought out Mike’s competitiveness to light and his hands started roaming your body, exploring your nether region. He more or less threw you on the bed, a motion that had you speechless and overly excited for what was about to come.

You didn’t think Mike had it in him as he parted your legs, wasting no time to penetrate you with his impressive dick. Jay went behind you, squating, offering you his dick like mother animals offer their calves their tit for nourishment. You gladly accepted it, stuffing as much of it you could in your mouth. And even then Jay continued shoving his dick down your throat.

As soon as you started moaning and winding around, the twins changed positions. Jay flipped you on your stomach, pressing down your upper body and forcing you to raise your ass up in the air. He then drilled into you mercilessly, making you forget about his brother.

“What about me?” Mike pouted.

Jay pulled out and mounted you, and soon you felt Mike’s dick pumping into you, while Jay stretched your ass and buried his cock in it.

You let out a cry that was half enjoyment, half pain. You couldn’t believe you got both of them to fuck you, eventually fulfilling one of your naughtiest fantasies.

Before he could cum, Jay pulled out first, then Mike flipped you on your back, continuing to fuck your pussy.

Jay gently dragged your body until your head was hanging off the bed, in a perfect angle for Jay to fuck your throat again. When they realized you were about to cum, they stopped and changed positions again.

This time you jumped on Mike’s lap and he wrapped your shaky legs around his waist. Then Jay came up from behind, supporting your weight by grabbing your ass. They both drilled into you simultaneously, soon adjusting their rhythm. The double penetration made you cum almost instantly, but the twins kept fucking you until they too came inside you, filling you up with their thick cum. As they both pulled out, you felt the excess cum dripping out of you. Without a word they both got dressed and left. Hours later, when you came back to your senses, you realized what had happened. Instead of you being in control and enjoying a steamy threesome, they completely manipulated you and got their way with you. No matter how you looked at it, you weren't sure if Mike’s initial tenderness was just an act.

The next day you went back to the same cafe, ordering coffee and breakfast. The barista was busy chatting with two regulars, presumably her friends, and you couldn’t help yourself from eavesdropping.

“Did you hear what happened last night? Apparently Jay and Mike hooked up with some girl.”

“Again?” One said.

“Do we know her?” The other chimed in.

"Please! The twins have fucked every girl in this town. No, it was an out-of-towner.”

“Poor girl!”

You felt sick to your stomach, and quickly paid for your untouched breakfast, before you fled the cafe, and ultimately, this town forever.

[asianpoplover143]

It’s about the fic High&Low The Return (2024), so I remember asking the question on this poll (https://www.tumblr.com/asianpoplover143/760386655717900288/well-lets-say-that-it-is-the-end-however-i-do), if you all wanted me to share whatever I had on my drafts about the fic right? So the result was: “Only the sinopse”. So here it is the daft of it, feel free to give your thoughts and opinions about it.

Please be honest, I wont be upset or angry, quite the opposite I will be happy with the honesty :)

Please enjoy the daft of what I have done so far with the sinopse:

Sinopse draft:

Now with all of SWORD gangs being at peace with one another, being friends and getting along (including Kuryu Group/Mighty Warriors/Prison Gang/Doubt, Mugen, Amamiya Brothers) and also all of the High Schools (3 School Alliance: Senomon High, Kamasaka High and Ebara High; Oya High, Housen Academy, and Suzuran High) being friends and getting along as well, that’s thanks due in a certain part to Suzaki Ryo that made his (boy)friend Amagai Kohei go back to his old self, be that boy with a kind heart and etc. and also to Kohei’s younger brother that is best friends with the 2nd year students from those High Schools (specially Suzuran boys) because they have a lot in common for example they finish their fights without a single scratch or drop of their own blood, and also they still have enough energy to fight more and even to go to a war, plus they always win their fights.

And speaking of Senomon High, Ranamru is the new principal and Hirai and Takano are always there helping him with the students, when they are at Senomon the 3 of them act like parents to the students, they act totally different from the way they act with Doubt. With the students they are more heartwarming and caring, but also a funny fact about Ranmaru is that he is not a normal principal, he as soon as he is done using the speaker he always says “Hirai, how do I turn this off?”, and this is every time, and Hirai helps him. Ranmaru’s favorite students are the 2nd year students because they are mini copies of him, however the 2nd year students are the strongest ones in Senomon and the best fighters and the only ones that don’t need weapons to fight, in fact they are even able to take the weapon out of their opponent’s hands with ease. Which is why Kouei (Kohei’s younger brother) is a 2nd year student and one of the heads/leaders of both 2nd and 1st year students, and lets say kinda helps his older brother leading the 3rd year students alongside him, and not just that also the Mighty Warriors baby, and the chosen one to be the head of their family (Amagai Family) alongside Ryu the head of the Kuryu Group.

And speaking of Kuryu Group, guess who is back? If you said: “famous idols/actors that had abandoned their careers to live (or try) a normal live”. Why on earth were you even thinking of/about it? (In case you really were). The correct answer is: If you said “Kidra”, then you are absolutely correct. Yes, Kidra is back, and so is Chanson Group plus the RedDrum drug and guess what? Kidra is doing the RedDrum drug again and they are doing what they were doing in High&Low The Worst, but this time they are selling to all of the High Schools (even the ones that they sold before, like Oya High and Housen), and now 3 School Alliance involved and Suzuran. And for that and reason (and many others) Chanson Group that is the true enemy.

Oh and it doesn’t stop there! A new gang is rising back from the ashes…They are the Black Rascals, they are basically the emo version of the White Rascals, their leader? The vicious and handsome Yami, which believe it or not is Suzuran’s principal and Rocky’s the White Rascals leader, best friend since they were in kindergarten and still they remain ever since. And is one of the many reasons why the Black Rascals help the White Rascals whenever they need.

[pumpkinspicelyn]

Skull’s Gem ch 3: Festivals and Feelings

Sapphire sighed as she looked at her watch. Maybe she was wrong. Maybe Guzma was too scared to pursue a relationship with her. She smoothed out her kimono, a Beautifly inspired design that she made.

Kalani: Hey, Sapph, Talia and I are going to watch the Mantine surfing competition. Wanna come with?

Sapphire looked at her brother and his wife, Professor Talia Burnet. She had made them matching Rockruff inspired outfits and she smiled at how cute they looked.

Sapphire: Sure. If my date fell through, I might as well third wheel like I always do.

Talia: Date!? Who!?

Kalani: Is it who I think it is?

Sapphire: Doesn’t matter. Let’s just head to the beach.

Talia and Kalani shared a look as Sapphire walked ahead of them, then started following her. Talia and Sapphire opened their parasols, which matched their kimonos, to protect themselves from the sun. Kalani bought a pair of binoculars from one of the stalls and joined his two favorite ladies.

Kalani: Let’s scope out the surfers. See if we can find Sapphire a new date.

Sapphire: Oh, ha ha.

Kalani chuckled as he looked through the binoculars to see the surfers over the large crowd.

Kalani: Hey, sis? Think I know why your date didn’t show.

Kalani smirked as he handed Sapphire the binoculars. She took them and looked through them, freezing when she sees Guzma commanding the waves as if he owned him.

Talia: You know you’re not getting those back, right?

Kalani: I’m okay with that.

*SAPPHIRE POV*

I felt my face heat up as I watched Guzma through the binoculars. Even in a full body wet suit, he still looked amazing. I never knew he could Mantine surf so well. I gave Kalani back his binoculars and gently pushed my way through the crowd. I reached the front of the crowd just as Guzma and his Mantine partner reached the shore. He got off Mantine’s back and gave the Pokemon pets and scratches.

Guzma: Thanks, lil buddy. Even if we don’t win, we did great and had fun.

Guzma smiled as he turned and started walking out of the water. He stopped when he noticed me and smirked, making me feel very self-conscious all of a sudden. I looked at the ground as I twirled my parasol in my hands.

Guzma: Hey there, Sapphy.

The sound of his voice caught my attention and I lifted my head. He was standing mere inches from me, towering over me more than usual as he was standing up straight for once.

Guzma: Come to check out the competition?

Sapphire: *gulp* U-Um….y-yeah. You were….amazing.

Guzma: Thanks. Ya ain’t here alone, are ya?

Sapphire: N-No.

*GUZMA POV*

Sh-She didn’t invite someone else, did she?

Guzma: I-I see.

If she had a backup date, why did she even invite me in the first place?

Kalani: Yo, Guzma!

My head snapped up to see the prof and his prof wife walkin’ up to Sapph and I.

Kalani: You were amazing out there. Sapphire couldn’t keep her eyes off of you.

Sapphire: Kalani!

I smirked as I looked down at her. She avoided eye contact and tried to use her parasol to cover her blush.

Guzma: Yer date that borin’, Sapph?

Her head snapped up at me and her expression was one of confusion.

Sapphire: Date? I don’t have a-

She groaned as she smacked her forehead.

Sapphire: Oh, Arceus, I never explained. Guzma, I’m not here alone because I came with Kalani and Talia. I couldn’t find you when we got here, so I was just going to hang out with them during the festival like I do every year.

She looked down at the ground again and played with her hair.

Sapphire: I um….I thought you weren’t coming.

….Arceus, Guzma, what is wrong with ya!? Ya know Sapphire ain’t that shallow! Fuckin’ insecurities. I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head up so she was lookin’ at me again. Fuck, her eyes are pretty.

Guzma: Any guy, includin’ myself, would be a complete idiot if he stood an amazin’ girl like ya up, Sapph.

Her cheeks turned red and Kalani cleared his throat, breaking me outta my trance.

Guzma: Um…I-I’m gonna get changed. They ain’t announcin’ the winners ’til before the lantern release later tonight.

*NO POV*

Sapphire stared at Guzma’s retreating back as Talia and Kalani were watching her with smirks on their faces. Sapphire turned to them, noticed their expressions and hid her face with her parasol.

Talia: You are so into him.

Kalani: You could have been a little subtle.

Sapphire: Oh, shut up. I never teased you about your crush on Talia.

Kalani: Oh, yes you did. You used to carry tissues in your bag specifically to hand me one when you caught me admiring her beauty.

Sapphire: You mean staring at her and drooling.

Sapphire smirked and Kalani blushed as he playfully pushed her.

Kalani: Hush.

Talia: *giggle* Neither of you are very subtle. I was very aware he had a crush on me.

Sapphire: *giggle* See? I’m not the only one.

Kalani: *frown* I hate it when you two tag team me.

The two women laughed as Guzma returned, wearing a Golisopod inspired yukata that Sapphire had made.

Guzma: Damn, Sapph. No wonder Plumes and Miss Wicke wanted yer stuff. This is comfy as hell.

Sapphire blushed as Talia and Kalani smirked at each other then looked at Guzma.

Talia: So, Guzma, I understand that you’re to be Sapphire’s date?

Guzma: *blush* U-Uh….y-yes, ma’am.

Talia: Good. While Kal and I love having Sapphire around, she deserves to enjoy the festival instead of being a third wheel. Show her a good time, yeah?

Talia winked at them and Sapphire blushed as she hid her face in her hands. Guzma smirked as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

Guzma: Ya can count on me, prof. Y’all go enjoy the festival.

Kalani: Thanks, Guzma.

Kalani held Talia’s hand as they started walking away.

Kalani: Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Sapph!

Sapphire: *blush* KALANI!

Kalani and Talia laughed as they disappeared into the crowd and Sapphire sighed.

Sapphire: I love them, but they can be overbearing sometimes.

Guzma: Hey, at least they care about ya.

Sapphire smiled as she held Guzma’s hand, causing him to blush.

Sapphire: Come on. Let’s go enjoy the festival.

Guzma smiled as they started walking up the beach.

Sapphire: I know you aren’t a fan of crowds so this really means a lot to me.

Guzma cleared his throat as he looked to the side and scratched the back of his head.

Guzma: Yeah, well, gettin’ outta my comfort zone ain’t gonna kill me.

*GUZMA POV*

Well, that’s what I told her but I clearly underestimated the amount of people at this festival.

Sapphire: You okay?

Guzma: Yup. Totally.

Sapphire: Guzma.

Guzma: Okay, I’m a little overwhelmed.

She raised our hands and kissed my knuckles, making me blush.

Sapphire: I’m right here, okay? Just focus on me. There’s some an area that’s not as busy right now, so let’s head over there.

I stayed close to her as we walked over to the spot she mentioned. We were looking around when she suddenly stopped. She was staring at a Golisopod plushie at the Test Your Strength game.

*NO POV*

Guzma: Ya want it?

Sapphire: Huh? Oh, uh…n-no, I was just looking at it.

Guzma rolled his eyes and paid the vendor to play then removed the upper half of his yukata. He wore a tight white tank top that showed off years of hard work in multiple areas, such as his arms and pectoral muscles. Sapphire blushed and Guzma smirked as he grabbed the hammer, swinging it over his head as if it were light as a feather. The bell rang and Guzma got the plushie then handed it to Sapphire.

Guzma: There ya go, Sapphy.

Sapphire: *blush* Thank you.

Guzma smirked as he patted her head.

Guzma: Yer real cute when ya blush, shortstack.

Sapphire’s face turned redder and she hid it with the Golisopod toy.

Sapphire: Stop.

Guzma: Stop what? I ain’t doin’ nothin’.

Guzma smirked and chuckled when Sapphire playfully pushed his arm.

Guzma: Alright, Sapph. Let’s keep explorin’.

Sapphire smiled and nodded as they continued walking around the festival. Guzma continued taking her to the game stalls and winning toys for her, which she had her Salamence take to her brother’s place. When the sun set, they found a bench on the beach to sit down, relax and enjoy each other’s company away from the crowd.

Sapphire: You didn’t have to win me all those prizes, Guzma. I have no idea where I’m going to put them all.

Guzma: Hey, let me spoil ya, Sapph. We ain’t been ta one of these things together in years. I missed it.

Sapphire blushed and smiled.

Sapphire: I’m really glad you came.

Guzma: *blush* Yeah, well, it’s like I said earlier. I woulda been a fool ta stand ya up, Sapph. Shoulda waited and told ya that I was enterin’ the Mantine Surf though. I just wanted to get some practice in since I ain’t been out there in a while. I love bein’ out on the waves.

Sapphire: You did look really good out there.

Guzma: *smirk* Did I now?

Sapphire blushed and played with her kimono to avoid looking at him.

Sapphire: I-I mean…y-you and Mantine worked really well together out there. You commanded the waves as if you were a god of the sea.

Guzma: *chuckle* Ya ain’t makin’ it better by callin’ me a god, Sapph.

Sapphire: Uh, um….Oh, look! Pretty stars!

Guzma chuckled as they looked up at the stars. Sapphire calmed down and smiled as they continued to stare at the sky.

Sapphire: Tonight has been absolutely perfect.

Guzma turned his head to her and raised an eyebrow in shock.

Guzma: Yeah?

Sapphire: Yeah.

Sapphire looked down at the sand then up at him.

Sapphire: Can I ask you something?

Guzma: Shoot.

Sapphire: Why did you kiss me and leave?

Guzma sighed as he stared at the ground, folding his hands in his lap.

Guzma: I’m…sorry for ghostin’ ya after that. I…um…I-I was scared.

Sapphire: Of what?

Guzma: …Rejection. I’ve failed so many times, been told no too many times in my life and I can’t let this, us, to fail too.

Sapphire put her hand on his thigh and scooted closer to him.

Sapphire: I can understand that, especially since we’ve been friends for so long. I’ve been scared of jeopardizing our friendship and overwhelming you with my fame, but I know how I feel about you and I’m secure in my feelings.

Guzma tightened his grip on his interlocked hands then looked at her.

Guzma: I’m not a good guy to be with, Sapph.

Sapphire: I don’t believe that.

Guzma stared into her eyes, which were reflecting the moon. He sighed, moved her hand off his thigh and stood up.

Guzma: I…I’ll be right back.

*SAPPHIRE POV*

I watched Guzma walk away and sighed as I looked back out at the waves.

Sapphire: How can I break down his walls?

???: Well, if it isn’t Sapphire Kukui.

I turned around to find Steven Stone, Champion of the Hoenn region Pokemon League, behind me.

Sapphire: Steven?

Steven sat next to me and smiled.

Steven: It’s good to see you.

Sapphire: You too. What brings you to Alola?

Steven: Vacation. After all the stories you told me, I thought it would be the best destination. Looks like I chose the right time to come, too.

Sapphire: You really did. The lantern festival is my favorite time of year.

Steven: I can see why. So, how have you been?

Sapphire: Busy. A local foundation recently commissioned me and they have a lot of Pokemon so I really had my work cut out for me.

Steven: Keeping busy can be both a blessing and a curse. So, did you ever reunite with that guy you told me about?

*NO POV*

Before Sapphire could answer, she squeaked as she was lifted from her seat and pulled behind Guzma.

Guzma: Who the fuck are you?

Sapphire: Guzma, don’t be rude.

Steven smirked as he stood up.

Steven: So, you’re the famous Guzma, then?

Guzma: Maybe. Who’s askin’?

Steven: Steven Stone, Hoenn region Champion. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Sapphire’s told me a lot about you.

Guzma turned to Sapphire.

Guzma: Ya know this guy?

Sapphire: He’s a friend of mine that I met during my time in Hoenn.

Steven: You wound me, Sapphire. You know I was more than that.

Guzma turned back to Steven with a glaring raised eyebrow. Sapphire also glared at Steven, who simply smirked.

Steven: I’m her ex-boyfriend.

Guzma’s shoulders sagged as he pushed past Sapphire and stomped off.

Sapphire: Guzma! Steven, that was uncalled for.

Steven: I merely told him the truth.

Sapphire: To antagonize him! He was clearly jealous of you and you ran with that! GUZMA, WAIT!

Sapphire ran off after Guzma, leaving Steven behind. Steven smiled softly as he stared after them.

Steven: Make her happy the way I couldn’t, Guzma. Don’t let her go.

Steven walked back to the festival area and disappeared into the crowd. Meanwhile, Sapphire finally caught up to Guzma and grabbed his arm.

Sapphire: Guzma, stop!

Guzma: Leave me alone, Sapphire.

Sapphire: I won’t. What’s wrong?

Guzma: Nothin’.

Sapphire: Bullshit. Tell me what’s wrong.

Guzma: I said nothin’! Now, let me go!

Sapphire: Not until you tell me what’s wrong!

Guzma growled as he shook her off, knocking her into the sand.

Guzma: SORRY IF I’M PISSED THAT MY DATE WAS JUST FLIRTIN’ WITH HER PRETTY BOY EX!

Guzma turned to her and realized that he had pushed her down.

Guzma: Shit. Guzma, what’s wrong wit’ ya?

He held his hand out to her and she took it, allowing him to help her up. Sapphire dusted off her kimono then stared up at him.

Guzma: That’s why I ain’t good ta be wit’, Sapph. I’m quick ta jealousy and anger and I’m violent.

Sapphire: To be fair, I pushed you. All we need to do is find you a healthy outlet and work on our communication.

Guzma whipped his head up to look at her so fast that he almost gave himself whiplash.

Guzma: Wh-What?

Sapphire: Guzma, you’ve been closed off and bottling your feelings for way too long. If that was enough to keep me away, I would have been gone a long time ago. I’m not going anywhere so stop pushing me away.

*GUZMA POV*

How did I get so fuckin’ lucky? Even after showin’ part of my dark side ta her, she still wants ta be wit’ me, and she’s even willin’ ta be patient me enough ta talk it out. I started laughin’ loudly, puttin’ a hand over my eyes.

*SAPPHIRE POV*

I was really confused when Guzma started laughing.

Sapphire: Guzma?

Guzma: Ya really are somethin’ else, Sapph. What did I do ta deserve like ya, huh?

Sapphire: *smile* You brought a shy little girl out of her shell and spent hours helping her with her novice designs.

I squeaked when Guzma grabbed my hand and pulled me into his chest, holding me close to him.

Guzma: I’m not a good man, but I’ll work hard ta be the man ya deserve, shortcake.

I smile as I look up at him and cup his face in my hands.

Sapphire: You already are.

He smiled softly at me and then he seemed to remember something.

Guzma: Come with me.

He took my hand and pulled me along with him back to the beach near where we had been sitting earlier. He let my hand go and grabbed two floating lanterns from behind a rock.

Sapphire: Is that where you went earlier?

Guzma: Yeah. Thought we could send them up together.

I smile as I let my Flareon out of her Pokeball. She lit the lanterns for us, then started playing with the Pokemon that lived on the beach as Guzma handed me my lantern, which was Golisopod inspired, while his was inspired by Beautifly.

Sapphire: They match our kimonos.

Guzma: I can have cute ideas too, Sapphy.

We laugh together and then we notice that the rest of the floating lanterns had been released so we let our lanterns go to join the others. We watched the lanterns float across the sky as I scoot closer to Guzma and lean my head on his bicep. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer.

Sapphire: I was right.

Guzma: About what?

Sapphire: Tonight was perfect.

Guzma: Even after our fight?

Sapphire: Every couple fights, so yes, even after our fight.

Guzma: A couple, huh? That’s gonna take some gettin’ used ta.

I giggle as I look up at him and he looks down at me.

Sapphire: I love you, Guzma.

He smiled as he picked me up and kissed me like he did on Melemele beach the night we reunited. Surrounded by the waves and the lanterns’ glow, we were the only things that mattered to each other in that moment.

TO BE CONTINUED…..

[or-something-better]

September 29, 2022

HORSEMAN     Part 1      (Pestilence played by Sam)

Dean

standing at the pool table looking at the set up I take a shot and make it and miss the next one

Sam

So you're giving me a chance now huh?  I step up and take the shot, but my ball hits the corner wrong and bounces off the other way, shit.

Crowley

I appear in the corner watching the brothers for a minute I call being in the next game.

Dean

take another shot getting another solid in and drop another before scratching you always think you have a chance

Sam

I've beat you before Dean

Dean

At what cost? Like what does the winner get?

Crowley

Depends who I'm playing against.

Sam

Watching crowley join us. Better think carefully Crowley, probably isn't going to be you

Dean

What’s the loser gotta do then Not if I win this game he doesn’t stand a chance

Crowley

Well Dean, what would you want from me?

Dean

Well if I win you get to be our bitch for a night wearing a dress and all dolled up laughs

Ruby

Watching the two of them, I make Dean an offer “If you guys can play fair, we could play teams. You and Crowley against me and Sam.”

Sam

Sounds fair Gathering the pool balls, I set them up in the triangle and get it set on the opening spot. Okay, who’s going to open?

Crowley

I step closer to Dean You want me to be your bitch? I turn back to the table seems fair, a hunter and demon.

Dean

Yeah you will look mighty pretty in a pink dress and high heels

Ruby

Chuckles at Dean's remark.

Crowley

I wink You know I would.

Dean

Wait sooo if crow and I win you and Sammy gotta wear the dresses?

Sam

If you two are a team, do you both wear a dress?

Dean

I dont have to worry about that cuz I’m not losing

Sam

Let's just play the damn game

Crowley

How about winners pick the outfits for the losers?

Ruby

"Positive thinking Sam!" Thinking back to Dean picking the stake out outfits for me and Charlie. Hooker for sure.

Alex

Smiles look over Henry Henry how the babies

Patience

talking with Alex wondering how the new babies are Henry have you talked to Gabe and Donna?

Dean

Go ahead and break Sammy

Sam

Lining up my shot, I shoot it and send a solid into the pocket.

Henry

Haven't heard from dad since. Probably too busy with the kids

Ellen

overhearing the others Why don't we throw em a baby shower??

Alex

Ahh Nod

Patience

excited about having a baby shower that's a fantastic idea

Dean

Nice lucky shot Sammy

Alex

That is a wonderful idea Smiles

Sam

Walking around the table, I take aim again and miss. Damn

Ellen

We can have it at the bar.

Dean

I hand a pool stick to Crowley go ahead take this shot

Crowley

Wonderful start Moose

Alex

Yes that will be awesome we can let Donna and Gabe know

Patience

No no it must be a surprise

Ellen

Or surprise em?... either way. They need one.

Crowley

I take the sick and brush chalk on it before eyeing the table for a shot.  I find and easy, straight shot to make.

Alex

Ah we can surprise them let this this today

Ellen

Henry and Patience what do you guys think?

Patience

Instead of the bar we could Invite them the park

Dean

Nice shot crowley get another one in...

Henry

Donna will love it. Need lots of Sugar

Ellen

Awesome.  Well figure something out for sure

(in an undisclosed location four shadowy men sit at a table. A tall distinguished man carrying a cane steps to the front of the room looking at a man in a doctors jackets, a man in a sharp suit and an elderly man in a wheel chair )

Leader

Brothers, now that we’ve convened, would one of you kindly and quickly tell me why you’ve sought this meeting? As you know I have very little patience for pretense.

The Doctor

Standing up slowly, I take a moment to look closely at each member of the gathering before me. Making sure that I have everyone’s undivided attention. As you all know… Chuck is no longer with us and Gabriel now runs a motley group known as Team Free Will. I walk a few steps to the right and am pleased to see that all eyes follow me. Looking directly at the Leader. You’ve been very busy lately, surely… but we all have been bored by the peace this angel and his Team have managed to obtain.

Man in Suit

stands as his fist hit the table! oh shut up! At least you had COVID brother! I have been nothing but bored out of my mind!!!! The Russia thing is tiddlywinks!!!!! …FUCKING BORED!!!

sick wheel chair

steering my wheel chair to the front of them well since the apocalypse has been canceled,  I've done nothing but starve. in sharp tone I'm hungry!

The Doctor

 Staring at him with a condescending grin That little virus will be nothing when held up against what I’ve been working with.

Man in Suit

points his brother! see!

Leader

If I may be so bold …..

Man in Suit

Well good that makes …ME …feel better! looks to Leader!

sick wheelchair

groaning

Leader

With Lucifer bring MIA most of the time and the so called “King of Hell” seemingly going soft and being nothing but Sam and Deans neutered lap Dog , why don’t you take it upon yourselves to “Raise a little hell “ as they say ? Hmmmmm? raising one eyebrow

The Doctor

Well, I’d say that’s just what the Doctor ordered.

sick wheelchair

groaning ahhh yes. That's more like it.

Man in Suit

Hmmmmm…. Stir up so trouble! I like it big brother! 🤔 But who gets to go first? Might say…. Me!!! I’ve been waiting the longest!!!

The Doctor

I think that's fairly obvious

sick wheelchair

Me! groans I'm hungry!

Man in Suit

Right! Me!! cracks knuckles the next world war!!!!

sick wheelchair

groaning I want to eat! I'll devour everyone here. turning in my wheelchair I'm hungry.

Man in Suit

You will not!

Donna

plops on the couch after helping serve dinner! sweet lord!

Gabe

surrounded by cooing infants and  dirty clothes I look over at belle  who’s amazing idea was this ?!?!? 12 kids????

Donna

I think we need to make more clones of you and me! 😆

Gabe

I think I slept the night before they were born ……. Maybe

Donna

Yours! Lol

Gabe

You think that will help

Donna

Definitely YOURS!!!! We did????

Gabe

Oh your weren’t saying no laughing as I wrap my arms around you  and you want more?

Donna

More Nannie’s parents will help for sure!

Gabe

We could hire Sam, he LOVES baby sitting

Donna

blushes and throws pillow at you!!!.  I…. Um…. blushes more red I’m addicted to you and carrying your babies! Lol oh no!

Gabe

from downstairs and down the hall through his bedroom door

Jesus

SHAMMMMMMMMY

Donna

They would kill him! Lol

Gabe

Poor guy but Jesus loves him there are millions claiming the same all over the globe chuckling snapping my fingers the little ones are in Jammie’s and cleaned up They are perfect just like their mommy though darlin

Donna

there is??? So Hunter! Lol Some Gawd I love that! I fall back and relax even more!

Gabe

Hunter would have been a great name!!

Donna

They get it from you my love!

Gabe

I bet all parents wish they could do that, I bet princess Satan’s mom would love that ability

Donna

Oh I do like it!!! But we do have 2 more girls to name

Gabe

Huntress???

Donna

Nahhh

Gabe

What kind of name is “nahhhhh”? Makes her sound unwanted snapping again the 12 tinies all have bottles and eat happily carrying you over to the bed  mommy and daddy time kissing you softly  I want to do what every mommy and daddy want to do when they have alone time ………

Donna

Not a as a name! Oh goodness!!! I hold you tight as you carry me? My heart skipping a beat! my eyebrow raises, and that is???

Gabe

crawling under the covers   sleep

Donna

giggles sounds great to me!!!

Gabe

cuddling with you, holding you close

Donna

I snuggle so close to you! Starting to fade

Dean

I take the final shot as the cue bounces off 4 rails and the 8 ball drops in the pocket and the cue ball stops mid table OH HELL YEAH ! Good game Sammy! Have fun in a dress and high heels bro

Sam

Oh no way… laughing at Dean’s lucky shot Dude, you are such a cheater!

Crowley

I grin, my eyes briefly flashing yellow with excitement. we won. We actually won!

Sam

Yeah, yeah… we’ll get your two next time. I put my cue back into the rack and follow after Ruby.

Dean

Yeah who cheated? Your just mad cuz you didn’t win

Ruby

“I still say they cheated.” Shaking my head I walk away. I just know it's gonna be a hooker outfit!

Ellen

seeing ruby, I stop her hey! How would you feel about throwing a baby shower for Donna and Gabe?

Dean

How do you cheat on a sweet shot like that?

Patience

very excited for the baby shower

Ruby

Seeing the enthusiasm on the group’s faces, I agree, then wonder what I’m getting myself into.

Sam

Walking by, I hear Ellen asking Ruby about a future Baby Shower for Donna and think what a surprise there. Sorry Ellen, don’t count me in. I’m busy that day.

Crowley

Do you think, maybe Dean is just amazing at pool

Dean

head to the bar for a drink

Alex

Excited and smiles

Ruby

"Says the guy that wanted to play against him?"

Dean

I will be with Sammy! hearing the talks of a baby shower

Crowley

I trail behind Dean rolling my eyes Doesn't mean I thought I'd win.

Ellen

We haven't even picked a day out yet. rolling my eyes and crossing my arms

Sam

Laughing from the bar, I shrug my shoulders at Ellen What can I say, I’m a busy guy…

Crowley

You can count me there.

Henry

Should be fun. Lots of sugar snacks

Dean

Either way we are gonna have a guy night while yall do a baby shower

Crowley

I thought we were going...

Sam

Wait.. we are?

Dean

grabbing some whiskey, I pour us drinks handing one to Sam and Crowley Yeah that’s can be a thing right?

Crowley

I laugh the look on your face.  I'm just joking.

Sam

I pick up my drink laughing Oh I'm sure it'd be a thing alright

Dean

I mean would you rather go to a baby shower Sammy.

Ruby

Punching Sam in the arm, I laugh. “You better have drinks for all of us.”

Henry

I will get the snacks!  runs off to get the snacks from the kitchen

Sam

Ouch! I flinch from Ruby’s girl-punch and rub my forearm pretending that she really hurt me What did I do?

Patience

I think that's a great idea since it's a rare night off

Ellen

heads back up to the bar to join the others with Alex and Patience

Dean

It’s what you didn’t do Sammy laughing

Patience

gathering at the bar with the others

Leader

ENOUGH smacking my cane on the table we are CIVILIZED! We have been around much too long to bicker like the insignificant things we watch over in these worlds turning to my brother , I look pointedly at the man in the sharp suit and in the wheel chair  do EITHER of you have a plan ? A plan you could put into play at a moments notice holding up a finger and before you speak to me, is it more than “start a war and eat “? I’m much too old to play mediator to you three

sick wheelchair

Uggggggnnnhhh groaning no I don't have a plan. You don't need one to devour anything or anyone. moving closer I'm hungry

Man in Suit

looks out the window! I would… say… no. cursing under my breath! under breath! war is easy to start. hates that he can’t go first!

Leader

Well than pointing to my brother in the doctor coat since he DOES have a plan he is ready to implement , why not allow him to go first and once he has rid the world of that infernal team free will we shall ravage this world as we were meant to do .

The Doctor

Removing my glasses, I clean them on my lab coat and then hold them up to the light for inspection. Satisfied, I slip them back on. Standing up, I grin slightly and nod in farewell as I start to walk to the door.

Man in Suit

damn it flops in the chair arms crossed Ruben

leader

grabbing your sleeve you may be prepared for the humans on the team , but be sure to have a little something extra up your sleeve. While you may not be able to affect Gabriel, those demonic pets of theirs are quite the pests. Do something about it.

Donna

Fine! (Not Ruben)

The Doctor

Stopping at the pull of my shirt, I turn slowly around to face them all once again. There’s no need to worry, I’m fully prepared for that. It’s taken some time, but I’ve created something very special. I call it Demon Pox and it will make short work of the meddling King in Hell and all of the other demon pets those Winchester Brothers are so fond of keeping. Giving the ring on my forefinger a turn, I vanish.

Dean

I pour another round of shots for everyone at the bar so Sammy what we gonna do while the girls do the baby shower?

Patience

chatting with the team about the baby shower

Sam

Dean I'm afraid that's all gotta be you. Not something I'm used to planning

Dean

Well I mean we could have a fun night out on the town?

Crowley

Drinking. Lots of drinking.

Dean

In your dress

Patience

Ellen do you think the park is a good place for the shower?

Ruby

Thinks about it then comes to the conclusion, I'm going to have to buy a dozen of whatever I figure out to get.

Crowley

Sam should ask Ruby for pointers. She actually rocks her outfits.

Sam

Your idea of a fun night out on the town Dean, isn't the same as mine. Maybe you can take Crowley with you. You guys bonded before over nights out

Dean

Right wait no we get to choose what they wear

Alex

This going be fun surprise

Henry

What food should we have for the baby shower? I can try to make a candy Castle.

Ruby

"What do you do at a baby shower anyway?" I ask anyone willing to answer.

The Doctor

Approaching the door, I raise my hand and knock loudly.

Dean

No we are all going to do something fun Sammy you included

Ellen

I think it could be

Crowley

No matter how humiliating, she'll pull it off. Unlike your brother.

Patience

Finger food

Ellen

You play games. And talk mostly. Make plans for Sam to babysit.

Alex

Present and cake and food

Henry

I got it! Must be the pizza man goes to answer the door. You’re not the pizza man.

The Doctor

As the door is opened, I give the young man who opened it a nod of my head and a pleasant smile. Hello there, I was wondering if I might be allowed to speak with Dean and Sam Winchester for a moment?

Dean

I dont know I’m sure he could rock the dress and high heels it will match his hair its long enough he won’t need a wig

Ruby

Good luck with that one!

Henry

Who are you? I don't think they mention you before looking at the man confused

The Doctor

We are old friends, and I was passing through the neighborhood. Lifting my hand, I point my index finger at the young man and study his reaction.

Dean

Well I mean if he doesn’t go out with us that would be his option

Crowley

I listen to Dean before looking up, sensing something off Pup?

Henry

doubles overthrowing up. Before falling down the stairs

Dean

What?

Ruby

I'm sure he'd find SOMETHING to do

The Doctor

Stepping over the young man as I walk down the stairs, I nod once again to him briefly. I’ll just let myself in, thank you.

Dean

I’m sure we will pull Gabe into the night out Sammy will go

Ellen

hearing someone fall down the stairs I start to run over

Sam

I see Henry fall. Henry!! and jump to my feet to go and help him.

Crowley

I stand and run towards the stairs. PUP!

The Doctor

Dean and Sam Winchester! We meet once again it seems.

Patience

seeing Henry down I run to him

Dean

hearing henry fall I run toward him then hearing pestilence I stop and stare at him what the hell are you doing here dick?

Sam

I know the face looking down at me instantly. No… can’t be… Looking quickly at Dean, I grab his shirt and try to pull him with me as I run from the bottom of the stairs.

Ruby

Looking around to see what's going on. Henry? Who is that guy?

Dean

run being dragged by Sam shit!

Pestilence

Lifting my ringed hand, I wave it slowly across in front of me, spending out the wave of sickness I’d prepared specially for this long-in-coming reunion.

Ellen

I start to run for my gun and as I do I start vomiting all over myself and my vision gets blurry

Henry

I don't feel good. I shouldn't have eaten those cookies. lays on the ground  the room is spinning like a merry-go-round

Dean

suddenly the room starts spinning as i trip on my own feet and drop to the floor taking Sam with me

Crowley

I look, recognizing pestilence from helping track him down before.

Sam

I only made it two steps before the world began spinning around me. I stop instantly and try to spread my feet and keep my balance, but a wave of motion-sickness drops me to my knees. Panting, and trying not to heave, I crawl a short distance.

Ellen

the room starts spinning

Patience

falling back my head feeling like it's splitting in half I cry out. ahh screaming

Alex

Trouble breathing and   Collapse try to crawl

Dean

crawling trying to reach for the table to stand the room spinning wildly around me what the fuck

Henry

starts coughing up blood I don't think that's supposed to happen. Am I dying?

Ruby

Rushing over to Sam, I give him a once over. I don’t think he’s too bad, but there is no telling how bad this might get. I pat his arm. “Hang on, Sam. I’ll figure this out.”

Crowley

I run over to Henry and pull him close. Just stay strong pup.  It won't affect Ruby and I. We'll figure this out. I kiss your forehead before laying you back down and vanishing.

Ruby

Looking over at Pestilence, I nod at Crowley and vanish.

Sam

Rolling on the floor of the Bunker, pain is spreading throughout my body and it feels like my insides are starting to burn. I'm unable to speak, but can't quite stop the moaning noises from leaving my lips

Patience

trying to get up my head still pounding

Ellen

feeling I'm dying. I can feel my start to foam out the mouth still vomiting and clutch my stomach in a fetal position on the floor

Patience

What the hell is going on I scream out

Alex

Groan having hard time breathing

Dean

my stomach starts hurting as I try to stand screaming out in pain and drop back to the floor and start coughing up blood

Ruby

I pop over next to Pestilence, letting Crowley take the lead.

Henry

curls up on the floor and hugs my knees moaning. Trying to stay strong for Crowley

Crowley

I appear on the other side of Pestilence. Release them from this.  Fix, all of them. Now.

Pestilence

Looking directly down at the little imitation-king before me. And what exactly do you plan to do, if I don’t?

Ruby

“We’ll make you. We aren’t just ordinary humans.”

Pestilence

That is true, but I think that you might have forgotten one very important thing. Your vessels in fact, are very human. I reach out with both hands and touch an index finger to each of their foreheads, unleashing the special pox I’d created.

Ruby

As soon as he touches my forehead, I feel the blisters and boils appearing all over my body. I’m choking. I can’t breathe! There are boils in my throat and covering my eyes. I can’t see!

Dean

I double over in pain while trying to stand and fight to try to get up to reach for my weapons to try to stop the douchebag, I grab the gun but fall on the floor again

Crowley

I grab my throat as it closes up, causing me to notice the boils. My eyes start burning and I glance towards Ruby seeing if she's going through all of this as well.

Pestilence

Stepping over the person in front of me, I stop at Ellen and regard her clinically And how are you feeling my dear?

Ellen

Screw you! I start to cough up

Pestilence

Filing away that information, I turn and Touch Alex with the toe of my boot And you. What do you think of my little surprise?

Alex

Groan cough hard too breath

Pestilence

Walking over to Patience I smile You didn't even see me coming did you?

Alex

Screw you

Patience

Dick why are you doing this

Crowley

I reach out and try using my powers only to find them useless.

Pestilence

Stepping next to the young man who opened the door, I crouch down. Henry You should be the sickest since you were exposed first, but you appear to be holding on better... interesting

Henry

Fuck you. my dad is god he will end this  sounding brave

Sam

I smile at the useless threat Finally back to Dean and his little brother Sam. Seems like it always comes back to you two doesn't it. Well, hopefully that's about to change.

Dean

still trying to get up still fuck you dick! What the hell do you want?

Pestilence

Clasping my hands behind my back, I move slowly among the inflected and steady their level of illness. What you are all enjoying now is a combination of the Black Plague, one of the strong Covid stains, syphilis, HIV… I stand above the younger Winchester and watch as the foam begins to seep from his mouth. And a little something extra for you Sam… I lean down and whisper Rabies

Ruby

“What have you done to us?” I croak out as my voice refuses to work right around the boils.

Patience

trying to get up I scream I'm going blind. WHAT THE HELL I CAN'T SEE

Pestilence

What have I done to you? Well, my dear. You and your demon friend there have a special new stain of something I call Demon Pox. It will block your demon nature, effectively turning the two of you human again. Then I shall kill the both of you.

Ellen

I crawl over to henry to make sure he's still alive dean he's breathing! Can you buy some time. I'm gonna try and reach out to Donna or Gabe. coughing

Dean

Yeah... I’m not exactly sure how...but I will figure out something. I finally get my gun and pull myself up onto my feet and point it at you alright douchebag fix them and us all now! legs feeling a bit weak still I fall back down but keep my gun pointed at you

Ellen

praying to Gabe, Gabe I hope you are hearing this. We are all in trouble. Please come we need you. Cough, Gabe hurry

Crowley

I push myself to my knees and look up at Pestilence. Why are you even doing this?>

Pestilence

Why? Why am I doing this? My good fellow, I am doing this because you and your misfit Team have made things overly boring for my brother’s and I. Ever since Chuck died and your saintly angel took the throne.

Alex

Groan

Crowley

So what? They did all of that. Why are you coming after me? I'm not part of this team. I am the KING of HELL! I waver before breaking down into a coughing fit

Pestilence

Ohh, that’s just sad. You are only a King in your own mind. All I see is a Winchester Lap Doggie. Considers him for a moment. I’m not even totally sure I believe you’re still a demon. I think that you need to do some thinking and decide what you REALLY are.

Crowley

I...I try to conjure flames into my hands, tries to smoke out of my vessel, instead I only sink further down against the floor No...

Ruby

Seeing Crowley's failed attempt, I try a spell, but I can’t concentrate enough to work the magic. I then try to leave my body, but even my demon powers fail me.

Gabe

laying in bed with Donna I hear Elle. Sitting up in bed Ellen what’s wrong?

Alex

Choking can’t breathe having hard time to breathe

Ellen

praying to Gabe, we're all sick with the plague and other diseases.  Pestilence is here. He's killing us all

Gabe

shit, we’re on our way hold on el

Dean

trying to stand again now too weak to

Donna

What in the world? falls back as you sit up!

Alex

Trying to move but too weak and groan hard to breathe

Patience

still not able to see I sit where I fell

Gabe

helping you up kicking the blankets off  we gotta go Ellen and the team are in trouble , one of the horsemen, pestilence is in the bunker and they’re dealing with more diseases than a new your city hospital! quickly moving inside step once, twice, three times glowing as clones of me are created

Donna

Good Gravy! I get up using your help and slip and better clothes! let’s go! slipping on my shoes!

Gabe

taking your hand I look to the clones watch them or torture maiming incredible pain etc! kissing your cheek  abracadabra we vanish

Alex

Laying on ground can’t breathe staying stay wake. Groan and pass out

Patience

trying to get to Alex but can't see

Dean

crawling and trying to do something as I’m doubled over in pain and coughing up blood

Henry

tries to crawl towards Crowley but ends up throwing up again and then passing out.

Ellen

feeling like death still  I make it to Sam and Dean

Dean

grabbing my stomach fuck!

Sam

Unable to think on my own anymore, I thrash on the floor with the foam running like water from my mouth. I feel a body move near me and something wild takes over. Snapping my teeth together over and over I try to attack.

Ruby

Seeing Sam attack Ellen, using what little strength I have left, I wrap my arms around Sam’s middle and pull with everything I’ve got to stop him.

Ellen

I was able to reach Gabe. Henry is passed out.

Crowley

I scream as my vision fully goes. Bullocks, you bastard! My breathing grows rapid as I try to gather the strength to move.

Dean

Well he needs to hurry the hell up or he won’t have anyone left to save!

Pestilence

I continue to make my rounds, examining the individual presentation of the disease and how each victim is responding to it. Yes.. yes, you’re progressing nicely Alex and you are well Henry Most look to be down for the count and I kick a couple who appeared dead, but sadly weren’t to that stage just yet. It’s this strain of mine something special? Can’t you all see the beauty of it? Why just imagine, a Pure, completely potent disease like this escaping the confines of this Bunker. My mind is filled with the delicious possibilities Oh it would be unstoppable.

Crowley

Gathering my strength I finally manage to crawl towards the voices. Gabe, Help. Please. Anyone, help.

Dean

trying to fight through the pain as I try to stand trying to be strong

Gabe

Donna and I appear in the bunker horrified by what we find in the bunker

Donna

What in the hell?!?!! starts coughing HARD!!! Oh …. My… falls to my knees! Not able to start coughing feeling like shit!!!! can’t help but… throw up, and starts shivering!

Gabe

Pestilence! Stop this! NOW helping Mia Bella to the floor carefully before standing  you’re going to kill them

Pestilence

Well hello Gabriel. Killing them wasn’t actually my plan, although I must admit to being very curious as to how long some of them would last. Do you get those kinds of feeling for your subjects as you impersonate a God? Doesn’t really want an answer Down to business then. My brother’s and I are demanding free reign on this planet…

Patience

I stopped breathing lying dead on the floor

Ellen

Dean! Alex and Patience stopped breathing! fearing for everyone

Dean

Shit! I weakly fight trying to hold Sam down stop! Sam!

Gabe

looking around the room fear and anxiety running through me self-doubt radiating from my core trying to figure out how to help my tea , my family my wife I look to pestilence knowing focusing in the team like this won’t do any good

Crowley

I hold onto Henry trying to hear what's happening.

Henry

takes my last breath going into cookie heaven

Crowley

I scream holding onto Henry

Donna

crawls to Ellen!

Ellen

grabbing onto Donna tightly, feeling like this is it. We're all done I don't wanna lose anyone! fearing for the babies they just had

Gabe

oh no you don’t

Donna

hugs her back! we we we… I know right!!!! starts to cry in worry and pain!!!

Ruby

Watching Gabe just standing there, I summon up the strength to say something “Get off your ass and DO something!” It comes out weakly but it gets my point across.

Crowley

I surge forward and blindly grab your arm. You heal me! Do it. I'll make him pay for Henry!

Gabe

hearing Fiby I’m snapped back and look at belle before looking to pestilence, my claws sliding outthis is your LAST chance Pestilence, fix this NOW, or I’ll show you how much of an imposter I truly am. My dad gave you free reign and I’ll take it away!

Gabe

I got this Crowley, rest

Pestilence

Fix it or else… or else what exactly? Don’t you understand you can’t do anything to stop this. Even is you somehow wiped me off the board, my brothers would just avenge me. This is what we were made to do!

Gabe

eyes glowing red and the light filling the room the bunker shaking with my anger  I tried to warn you vanishing appearing behind pestilence I shove my blade through his chest and heart lifting him of the ground

Pestilence

Speared by sudden pain from behind, I cry out in agony.

Dean

still fighting to get up to no avail Gabe! I take a final huge breath then my body drops limp on the floor with a thud

Sam

My body sucks in a last ragged breath and then stills

Ruby

I take one last deep breath and as that breath is slowly expelled, my mind realizes that after so long, my life is finally over. Sam…

Crowley

I scrunch my eyes shut, realizing I'm dying just like I've always lived. Completely alone. I take a rattling breath before sinking into the darkness.

Donna

my voice cracking as I the last of strength goes, and my body gives up! Sssw… sweets! I pass out, unconscious!

Pestilence

Laughing wildly You’ve lost it all Gabriel. Look at your Dear coughs Dead Wife. Let’s see you live with that

Gabe

hearing each of my family members, those I care for taking their lasts breaths the fury inside me only grows and in one smooth quick motion my by wing pop out bursting into holy fire as I slice off pestilence’s hand followed my cutting the ring off his finger and with a look of agony, fury and disgust I kick him off my blade onto his knees before me looking down at him with eyes burning like all the circles of hell at once

Pestilence

The removal of my hand was so swift, I saw it fall before I felt it. Dropping to my knees I hugged my injured arm close. Free me then… take your chances with the others.. I need you to free me.

Gabe

Oh you should have thought of that before you fucked with my family, and when you see your brothers in hell you tell them I’m coming, and heavens coming with me with a cry that shakes the entire city around the bunker I swing my blade cutting of pestilences head, watching for a moment as it bounces across the floor and the body falls in a heap before me

Dean

still laying still on the floor

Alex

laying on the floor

Gabe

as pestilence’s body falls to the ground I throw my head back and let out an animalistic cry that shakes the heavens as a wave of grace explodes through my body and out into the bunker through the bodies of each of the fallen members of team free will. Putting my wings away and letting the fire die out of my eyes I look around worried

Patience

taking a deep breath a sigh of relief I can breathe AGAIN

Alex

Gasp woke up and breathing and coughing what happen!!! Look around

Ellen

laying on the floor a sudden rush of life comes back

Henry

takes a deep breath and opens my eyes 5 more minutes  rolls to my stomach

Sam

My body takes a huge breath, body arching off the floor. My eyes fly open and I lay there breathing as if I've run miles

Dean

suddenly my eyes shoot open as my body takes a giant gasp of break as a rush of life comes back into my body I look around then I look over at Sam and make my way over you good? checking you over

Alex

Stand up and run to Henry Henry! Wake him up

Gabe

letting out a sigh of relief as the team starts to move I run to Donna BELLE taking you in my arms

Sam

Suddenly back to myself, all pain and confusion gone, I roll to my knees and look around at the others. Nodding to Dean, I get to my feet and go to check on Ruby.

Ellen

I go over to Patience let me help you. I help her up

Henry

Yes, I'm awake Alex. Please don't shout looks at her

Alex

Sorry sorry are you ok?

Ruby

My body instinctively takes in a deep breath. I can feel it make its way throughout my body, tingling. Looking up, I see Sam. Getting up with his help, I can feel the boils disappearing and my power returning.

Patience

Thank you

Henry

Yes I'm fine  gets up and starts walking to the table

Ellen

Of course hun

Alex

Follow and help Henry

Ruby

Working fast, I quickly say a spell to destroy any remnants of the disease in the bunker.

Donna

I breath in deeply! My eyes flutter open and I look up to you hi!!! brow furrows gawd that sucked!

Patience

make my way to the table with the others I can finally see again

Sam

Thanks Ruby

Dean

I slowly stand up stretching as every bone in my body cracks back to life and I stumble over to the table with a massive headache as I pull a chair and sit on it

Gabe

holding you tightly I single tear moving down my cheek  I thought I lost you picking you up in my arms I carry you over to the table  setting you in a chair

Ellen

I walk with pay to the table.

Ruby

I squeeze his arm Just glad I'm 'back'.

Alex

Turn look over is everyone ok?

Gabe

snapping my fingers drinks appear in front of everyone except Henry who gets a cookie dough shake

Crowley

My eyes snap open and I push myself up with an animalistic snarl, fighting the blazing headache behind my eyes. Yeah, I'm fine guys. Thanks for asking.

Alex

Thank bud

Donna

Oh my love! my heart skips a beat as hold onto you tight and wipe your tear away!

Sam

I turn around really steamed and point my finger right down in Crowley's face Crowley, you’ve done some really underhanded things throughout the years... but you were actually just going to try and save yourself! I won't forget it... not this time. I force myself to turn and walk away.

Dean

slam my head down on the table then look up as a drink appears in front of me thanks Gabe

Gabe

You got it guys

Dean

Fuck off crowley you tried to save your own ass while leaving us all to die bitch!

Alex

Drink and out her beer front of me

Gabe

I love you too kissing you softly

Henry

takes it thanks dad starts drinking it and lays my head on the table

Crowley

Maybe I finally realized that I'm sick and tired of being nothing but your lapdog! You all would have left me to die just the same!

Alex

Listening Crowley yelling

Donna

I kiss you back perfectly! I love you so much!!

Gabe

Beyond words mia vidra

Dean

jump up from my seat too fast and grab you by the throat fuck off. We save your dumb ass all the damn time!

Gabe

DEAN! Enough! Have your drink this is what they want!

Dean

let go of crowley and walk back to the table grabbing my drink downing it

Crowley

You guys were checking on how everyone else was doing, but not me. When was the last time you guys saved me? I come through for you all the time. I glare at you both before vanishing

Alex

Damn Drink up

Sam

Yells Good Riddance Crowley!

Ruby

Knows Crowley can't stay away too long. He'll be back.

Dean

Fuck off...

Donna

sips my drink, but pushes it away! Sip Uck

Gabe

No peach whiskey and sprite?

Dean

look at Gabe why the hell are they doing this?

Donna

Nothing right now. Stomach isn’t happy! 😝

Sam

Gabe just a simple old beer if you can scrape one up, please

Donna

looks to Dean then back at my hubby! good question!

Ellen

looks to Gabe to see what he has to say

Gabe

Guys. This beings were created to do the things they do cause and revel in pestilence, war, famine, death , with us avoiding the apocalypse time and time again we’ve taken away their role in it. I expected back lash when I took the throne but this is beyond apocalyptic proportions …….. they are bored, it’s too peaceful and they mean to bring on the end of the world and know they have to go through us …… through you, to do it

Donna

Wait wait… so what’s going to happen, now that one of the horsemen are dead???

Alex

Horsemen are going to be angry about their brother

Henry

How we going to stop them?

Ruby

“We have to find a way to cloak the bunker. That might give us time so we can figure out just what’s going on here.”

Sam

Ruby, I you’re right. We need to prepare and do everything we can. You guys this isn't over. I think it's only the beginning.

Ruby

I take a moment to consider a few things. I turn to Sam. “I think I have just the spell for that. I’ll need to get it from the apartment.”

Gabe

walking over I quietly pick up pestilences ring and look at it thoughtfully snapping it in to a warded safe only I can open at home

Sam

I reach over and take her hand Then what are we waiting for? Let’s go get it.

Ruby

We pop out

Donna

goes to … um… stand we should get home and check on our angels!!!

Gabe

Agreed ready mommy angel?

Donna

Oh you know what… wait…

Gabe

looking at Patience

Donna

You go my sweets! I need to help them out. I kiss you softly, catching my balance!

Patience

with everyone looking at me I get glittery because I have not had a vision I have not seen anything which is strange

Ellen

Well whatever is going on, it isn't looking good. looks to Sam and Dean thinking did they get into more trouble

Gabe

You sure darlin ?

Donna

I’m sure! I have a plan! eyes glint!

Patience

looks to Donna

Alex

Look at Donna

Gabe

If there’s anyone I trust kissing you softly I vanish

Dean

I look over at donna so what’s the plan what are we gonna do?

Donna

We are going to hit the library and the lore and put up every sigil we can find to cloak the bunker!! lead way to library, with stager but is good!

Ellen

listens to Donna's plan and then heads for the library with the rest of the group

Patience

heading for the library

Alex

Nod yes boss

Alex

Heading to library

Henry

heads to the library

Dean

follow you to the library and start looking through books

…………………...

1. Dean and Sam are playing a game of pool; Crowley appears watching them saying he’s got next. Dean asks what the stakes are, and they discuss it. Deciding that the loser has to (insert your own thing here). Hearing this Ruby tells them to keep it fair they’ll play teams, her and Sam against Dean and Crowley. They agree and Sam racks them. As the game begins Patience and Alex wonder how the new babies are asking Henry if he’s seen Gabriel, Donna and the Littles since the kids were born. Henry says he hasn’t heard from dad since. Ellen comes up with an idea for throwing them a baby shower. Alex, Henry, and patience think it’s a great idea. They discuss it, while Sam, Dean, Crowley and Ruby play pool.

2. In an undisclosed location for shadowy figures sit around a table. The leader, a slender man in all black carrying a Cain confronts the group saying that now that he and his brothers are together, he wants to know why this meeting was called. A man in a doctor’s white coat surrounded by flies buzzing around his head stands saying that since Chuck had died and Gabriel and team free will have taken over things have been too peaceful, that though he (the leader) may still be busy the others have been bored. A man in a sharp suit stands telling the doctor that even he has had his fun unleashing Covid 19 into the world. The doctor shoots back that it’s nothing compared to what he’s been working on. An older man in a wheelchair chair sickly thin and old looking makes his way to the front saying that since the apocalypse has been avoided, he’s done nothing but starve. The leader looks to them suggesting they raise a little of their own hell since Lucifer has been mostly MIA and the supposed king of hell has seemingly gone soft. The 3 men (wheel chair, sharp suit and doctor) begin to argue over who gets to go first.

3. Gabe and Donna are at home with the kids enjoying some maternity leave. (free run for a couple minutes.)

4. Dean sinks the 8-ball using a trick shot, Sam jokingly calling him a cheater as Dean and Crowley celebrate their victory. Ruby walks away shaking her head, and Ellen stops her asking if she’d be interested in helping throw a baby shower for Donna. Patience, Henry and Alex seem excited, so Ruby agrees to join in. Crowley, Dean and Sam head to the bar, Sam saying he’s busy that day. Crowley and Dean say they’ll be with Sam. Ellen tells them they don’t even know what day it is. Sam tells them it doesn’t matter. Dean pours them drinks. Ruby, playfully punching Sam in the arm tells them they better have drinks for all of them. Patience agrees since it’s a rare night off. Henry says he’ll get the snacks and runs to the kitchen as Alex, Ellen, and Patience join Crowley, Dean and Sam at the bar.

5. Tired of the bickering, the leader yells for them to be quiet and act civilized. Looking to his brothers he asks the man in the sharp suit and the man in the wheelchair if they have any plans ready. Both admit they don’t do he tells them that since their brother has something ready, he can go first and after he ride the world of the team they can run rampant across the world once again. As they were made to do. The doctor stands grinning. Wiping his glasses, he grins and starts to walk away. The leader yells for the doctor and the doctor turns curious. The leader tells him that he should remember to have something a little extra, though they may not be able to make Gabriel sick the demons are another story. The doctor tells his brother not to worry he already planned for that, he’s created a little something special called demon pox just for the meddling king of hell and the other demons helping the group. Turning his ring the doctor vanishes.

6. As the team drinks and talks, telling jokes and stories, talking about the baby shower and just having fun Henry heard a knock on the door. Opening the door Henry greets a man in a doctor’s jacket. The doctor asks if he may see Sam and Dean. Henry asks who he is. The doctor tells him that he and Sam and Dean are old friends, then pointing at Henry, Henry gets dizzy throwing up and falling down the stairs. The doctor says he’ll let himself in.

7. Hearing Henry fall down the stairs the team turns and runs for him when the doctor yells out for Sam and Dean. Sam and Dean turn and look in horror as they recognize Pestilence. They turn to run but Pestilence sends a wave of sickness through the bunker. Ellen running for her gun cries out as she throws up her vision getting blurry, Patience falls back as her head feels as if it’s about to split open crying out . Alex having trouble breathing collapses and tried to crawl towards Sam and Dean who waver then fall, the entire bunker spinning around them. Henry starts to cough up blood. Ruby runs to check on Sam and Crowley on Henry. Ruby and Crowley tell them to hold tight the sickness won’t affect them. Looking at Pestilence they vanish.

8. As the team struggles through their sicknesses, feeling as if they are dying (free run this) Crowley and Ruby appear next to Pestilence. Crowley demanding that he fix the team. Pestilence wants to know what will happen if he doesn’t. Ruby says they’ll make him, they aren’t simple body humans. Pestilence reminds them that their vessels are. Quickly Pestilence touches their foreheads and Ruby and Crowley fall to the ground fighting for breath as boils and blisters cover their bodies eyes and fill their throat. Pestilence walks through the bunker asking how they feel and each member tries to make a threat Dean trying to get to his weapons, Crowley trying to use his powers as pestilence only laughs.  He tells Ellen, Alex, Patience, Henry, Sam and Dean that what they are feeling might be the Black Plague, or the super covid strain, the syphilis, the HIV, looking to Sam as he cries out and starts to foam at the mouth, of the rabies he’s put inside all of them. Ruby yells at him asking what he’s done to her and Pestilence tells them they have a new fun disease. Demon pox which will turn them human before killing her and Crowley. Patience cries out she’s gone blind and Ellen, crawling next to Henry to make sure he’s alive tells Dean to buy time she’s going to reach out to Gabe and Donna.

9. Finally reaching his gun Dean stand on wobbly legs as Ellen prays to Gabe. Dean demands Pestilence fix them before falling over. Crowley wants to know why Pestilence is doing this as the team continues getting sick . Pestilence mocks him. Why? And tells Crowley because he and this team have made things too boring for him, for his brothers since Chuck died and GABRIEL took over the throne. Crowley tells him he shouldn’t be include, he’s the king of hell not a part of the team! Pestilence mocks him telling him he’s no king. He does toes to the Winchesters and their team, he’s not even sure he’s a demon anymore. Telling Crowley, he needs to MAKE UP HIS MIND on what he REALLY is. Crowley tries to respond, tries to smoke out of his vessel but finds his powers don’t work. Ruby quickly realizes her powers are gone too.

10. Gabe heard Ellen’s prayer and quickly talks to her finding out what’s going on as Donna plays with the kids. Rushing into the room, Gabe tells Donna they have to get to the bunker now! Donna asks what’s going on and Gabe explains while making clones. Donna agrees and after the last clone is made the two of them vanish.

11. Each member of the team continues getting sick, near death talking quietly to each other. Alex passed out talking to Patience as Henry tries to crawl and passes out from exhaustion. Ellen reached Sam and Dean and a rabid Sam tries to bite Eileen, using the last of her strength Ruby stops Sam, Ellen telling Dean she got ahold of Gabe. Dean tells her he better be quick or there’s going to be no one left to save. Crowley crawls blindly towards the sound of their voices begging for help barely breathing. Pestilence walks through kicking each of them telling them how pure and perfect this disease is, how pure it is, kicking each member of the team as he walks by. Donna and Gabe appear in the bunker.

12. As Donna and Gabe appear Donna falls over the sickness running rampant through her body. Gabriel yells for pestilence to stop, he’s going to kill them. Pestilence tells him he won’t and now that he’s got the god impersonators attention, he and his brothers want free reign to do what they do. Patience stops breathing as does Alex. Ellen cries out letting Dave know as Dean wrestles weakly with a rabid Sam. Henry takes a last breath and Donna crawls towards Ellen hugging her sure this is the end. Both women saying they don’t want to leave their babies. Ruby yells for Gabe to get off his ass and do something. Crowley grabbing Gabe asks to be healed. Gabe gives Pestilence a blast warning to fix this or else. Pestilence asks or else what? Gabe can’t do anything and even if he could, his brothers will avenge him. This is what he was made to do!

13. Eyes glowing red Gabe banishes appearing behind pestilence and shoving his blade through his chest as Pestilence cries out. Dean, Sam, and Ruby breathe deeply and their breathing stops. Crowley takes a last rattling breath. Donna cries out for Gabe before going unconscious. Pestilence only laughs telling Gabe all he’s lost. In one smooth motion Gabe cuts off Pestilence’s hand and cuts the ring off his finger. Pestilence drops to his knees begging to be freed and Gabe tells him he should have thought of that before cutting of Pestilences head.

14. Dropping the body Gabe looks around and glowing brightly a wave of grace rubs through the room over the fallen team. Looking worried every member of the team takes a deep breath l, and Gabe let’s out a sigh of relief running to Donna. Dean struggles to Sam checking on him and he’s fine. Sam goes to Ruby as Ellen goes to help patience. Alex waking up wonders what happened and rushes to help Henry. Trying to see if her powers work Ruby makes the bunker clean of the mutant disease. Henry gets up and starts to make his way to the table with Alex’s help. Ellen, Patience, Donna, Gabe, Ruby, Sam and Dean try to make their way to the table to Gabe making drinks appear in front of everyone. Crowley gets up snarling that he’s ok no one needs to check on him. Sam and Dean go off on him, how he tried to save his own ass whole everyone else was dying. Crowley argues but no one’s having it. In a huff Crowley vanishes back to hell. Everyone looks to Gabe wondering why that happened, and Gabe explains. Donna wonders what’s going to happen now that one of the horsemen is dead. Gabe gets up walks over and grabs Pestilence’s ring. Everyone looks to Patience who tells them she has no idea she hasn’t seen anything. Ellen tells them whatever it is it isn’t going to be good. Alex pipes in that the horsemen are going to be really angry about their brother. Ruby thinks they need to find a way to cloak the bunker until they can figure out more. Sam agrees but wonders how. Ruby says she thinks she had the perfect spell back at her apartment. Sam and Ruby vanish. Donna and Gabe say they need to get back to the babies. Donna tells Gabe to go, she has an idea. Gabe tells her to be careful and vanishes. Dean, Alex, Patience, and Ellen look to Donna. Dean asks her plan and Donna tells them that they are going to hit the library and the lord and put up every sigil they can find to cloak the bunker and as quickly as they can. Dean Ellen Alex, Patience, Henry and Donna head to the library.

[peakyblinders1919]

Hello. So a peaky idea for maybe Michael or Tommy is this: at a party or the garrison with him and a now slightly tipsy reader wants to be with her boyfriend. But she doesn’t want to like do “it” she just wants to sit in his lap and play with his hair. And she keeps pointing out softly how “it’s long here*moves hand* and short here” and he just lets her because he adores her and it feels nice.

The garrison was in rare form tonight; quiet, intimate, warm. The light was gold, the music was a soft jazzy beat in the background, and the company was light, family only, and close kin. They were drunk, but the kind that left smiles on their faces and memories flowing from their lips rather than profanities and threats. It was the tail-end of a monuments win at the races for the Shelby family The celebration went into the night, teetering now on the early hours of morning.

Tommy looked to be in rare form tonight too; a smile so wide you’d haven’t seen anything like it in years. His eyes were bright whenever they landed on someone who meant a lot to him, someone he loved, but they seemed to glow whenever they landed on you across the bar. Always the people pleaser, always the politician, always your husband, but the former sometimes preceded the latter. He spent the better part of the night mingling with others, leaving you to share those sultry looks across the bar and keep your glass tipped off. 

Sleep threatened both of you now, eyes heavy with the temptation of dreaming, made even heavier with the alcohol working to now lull you into a calm feeling. A neediness.

With kisses pressed to cheeks, the bar seemed to thin out. Your eyes locked with those familiar blues, calling out to you like a siren luring you towards potentially dangerous waters. “Ex…excuse me,” your voice was sing-song and light, reflective of your tipsy mood. You couldn’t be bothered to remember what Ada was still going on about, and it was clear she didn’t care either as she laughed lightly as you swayed over and plopped yourself into Tommy lap, right in the middle of his conversation.

“Hi.” 

“Hi.” He responded. He smiled. He laughed. That laugh, music to your ears, sweet and rare and impossible to repress when yours was so contagious. “Sorry for interrupting boys,” you laid it on thick, leaning back comfortably in his lap and swinging your fishnet covered legs like a schoolgirl taking her first ride on a Ferris wheel. “I missed my boyfriend, don’t stop on my accord.” 

“Sweetheart, couldn’t it wait?” His touch said otherwise, his palm resting on the small of your back, skin against skin warm as the fabric was cut surprisingly low. His fingers grabbed softly, up and down your exposed skin.

“You’ve made me wait all night, looking at me like that,” you pouted, feigning faux teasing. Though your eyes were lustful, your words lacked anything sexual. The wanting, the longing you felt towards the man whose arms you were in, was a matter of being close to him. Intimate. Safe.

Tommy chuckled, and in your intoxication you’d allow him to laugh at your expense all night to hear that sound. Up close, he was even prettier, Michael Angelo’s David sculpted in the flesh. He was busy apologizing to his brothers and the few remaining blinder men on your behalf as you snuggled further into him. 

You busied yourself by burying your hands in his hair. Your nails scratched the base of his neck before moving up to the longer strands. A different version of you remembers tugging on them, but this blissed out version of you runs your hand through dark, soft locks adoringly. 

“It’s getting long Tom.” 

“Hm?” 

“It’s getting long everywhere,” you noted, running your hands through his hair. “Of course it’s shorter here but it’s long all ‘round.”

“When did you become my barber?” He teased in response to your observation and the laughs from those in his company. 

[beels-burger-babe]

Double Vision

*This is completely self-indulgent as I officially have to wear glasses now and got my first pair today, but I figured to give you guys some content in between me being stuck on the two stupid drafts that I'm writing, I'd give you this I guess this is a series of shorts?? Either way, enjoy! -B*

Summary: It's the night before the first major test of the RAD school year, and MC has been holed up in their room all day. The brothers are concerned and go to check in on them, but they notice something different - MC is wearing glasses

CW: Asmo being Asmo. His bit is a little suggestive at times

LUCIFER

Although he'll never admit it, Lucifer was really concerned when you had disappeared for the entire day.

He was so used to hearing you laughing amongst his brothers, or pestering him in his office, or even just lounging in the living room that your absence had left him feeling like something was wrong.

Using the excuse of bringing you food to prevent you from starving, he comes to your room and knocks once before entering.

"MC, I know your studying, but do try not to forget that you...need..."

He's cut off mid-snark as he saw you staring back at him behind a pair of framed lenses.

His heart stuttered in his chest and Lucifer Morningstar is left speechless.

Your hair was a mess from the countless times you had run your hands through it. There were bags of exhaustion under your eyes, and there was a hand-shaped mark on your face from where you had been leaning into your palm.

But with those glasses, you looked studious and sharp.

If the eye-wear added this much to your beauty when you were clearly sleep-deprived as you were, he couldn't help but imagine how you might look dressed up in business wear with them.

"Lucifer?"

He snapped his head up, as you caught his focus one more, and noticed, with a frown, how you had removed your glasses.

"Did you come here for something?"

Lucifer walked over to your desk and set down the plate in front of you. "I was ensuring that you actually ate some food between all the reading you're doing." He picked up your glasses and casually inspected them (although mentally he was taking note of the style so that he could buy you more). "I was unaware that you wear glasses, MC."

You rolled your eyes and took a bite from the food in front of you. "That's because I don't need to wear them all the time. Just when I'm doing activities that can strain my eyes."

Lucifer hummed and looked closely at you. You rose an eyebrow at the demon, questioning his odd behaviour. Before you could say anything, he leaned forward and gently slid the frames onto your face.

You felt your cheeks heat up as his eyes remained locked on yours, and a sly smile graced his lips. "You should wear them more often," he whispered softly. "You look lovely in them."

MAMMON

Mammon sighed heavily as he sat upside down on his bed.

He was bored. You had locked yourself up in your room all day for that stupid test and had kicked him out since apparently he was "distracting" and "prevented you from getting any work down."

Well, fuck that! He wanted to spend time with you, damn it!

Mammon marched down the hall and banged on the door once before throwing open the door. "Yo human! Studyin' time is over! It's Mammon ti-...time..."

He trailed off for a moment as he noticed you glaring heatedly at him. However, it wasn't the glare that made him surprised. No. It was the fact that the glare was being filtered through a pair of glasses that he had never seen before on your face.

"When the fuck did you start wearin' glasses?!" He screeched and marched over to you, grabbing your cheeks to pull you closer and get a better look.

You let out a noise of frustration and swatted his hands away. "Mammon quit it! I'm trying to study!"

Surprisingly, he pulled back his hands, but he remained barely an inch away from you. "I didn't ask if you were studyin'! I asked about the glasses!"

You felt yourself blush and pulled your face away. "I've always had glasses. I just don't always wear them. That's all. Wh-Why does it matter?"

Mammon opened his mouth to give a retort, before snapping his jaw back shut. His face grew rapidly warm as he scratched the back of his neck. "I-I was just wonderin'! You've been down here for what? 3 months now? And I ain't ever seen you wear them."

You averted your eyes from the clearly flustered demon and nervously played with your hands. "Yeah, well, I didn't really want any of you to see me in them. I look pretty silly and-"

"What the fuck are you talkin' about? You're adorable!!" Mammon shouted before slapping a hand over his blushing face. The two of you stared at each other with wide eyes full of shock. "I-I mean, glasses are cool, ya know? I wear glasses all the time! And if the Great Mammon knows anythin', it's style! So, of course, you look cute- I mean good- I mean gorgeous- I-I mean GAH!" Mammon turned around and stormed out of the room.

A couple days later, you found a pair of tinted glasses, identical to the ones Mammon wears, in your prescription sitting by your door.

LEVIATHAN

Levi groaned as he looked at the books in front of him.

He wasn't the most studious of his brothers, and this test was draining the life out of him. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with you and watch anime, but because of this stupid test you were both holed up in your respective rooms studying.

Leviathan let out a huff as he laid his head on his desk and glanced over at his manga collection. His gaze paused on the side of a particular school manga with the two main characters studying on the cover.

Levi shot out of his seat in realization, "I can just go study with them!!!"

Levi quickly gathered all his textbooks and went straight to your room. He knocked on the door and nervously waited for you to answer.

As the door swung open, Levi's jaw dropped and his books went scattering across the floor.

Glasses. You were wearing glasses. Glasses that made your eyes look slightly bigger and just overall made you so freaking cute. Oh goodness. He didn't know that you could pull off the cool, studious type so well. You were just so cute!

"Oh shoot, Levi! Your books!" You bent down and quickly began to gather them for him. It was just like a scene from an anime!

"S-So kawaii," the otaku muttered, as he tried to hide his red face behind his arm.

The reddening got worse as you looked up at him and tilted your head. "What was that, Levi?"

He frantically waved his hands took his books back from you, "N-NOTHING! Just, um, I-I was wondering if we could study together? I'm not having much luck on my own, a-a-and you look smart, especially with your new glasses, which look amazing, and I-I thought maybe..."

You smiled softly at the otaku's mumbling and grabbed his hand. "Of course, Levi! I'd love to study with you!"

As you pulled him into your room to sit at your desk, Levi blushed and followed behind you, mentally thinking of the number of glasses-wearing cosplays he could get you to try.

SATAN

Satan took a sip of his tea as you sat down at the library table beside him.

Test season had always been a favourite of his for a number of reasons, but this year, those reasons could all be narrowed down to one big one: he got to spend more time alone with you.

It made him more grateful than ever that his brothers were morons and that he was the only dependable demon in the house that you could study with.

He had constructed an easy-to-follow study guide for the two of you that would guarantee both your success for this test. You'd get good grades and avoid Lucifer's wrath, and he'd get to spend time with you. It was a win-win.

He flipped through a textbook to find the subject of the test. "Alright. We should get started if we're going to stick to the plan. Now, how comfortable are you with..." he stopped short as he looked up and saw you staring at him with a pair of glasses on your face.

He blinked.

He had never seen you were glasses before. He couldn't help but think that now that he had, he never wanted to see you without them again. You look so stunning and elegant with them on. He absolutely loved it.

Of course, he couldn't just tell you that though.

Instead, Satan tilted his head and smirked. "You are aware that just because you're wearing glasses, it won't make you any smarter?"

You gasped in mock offence and lightly hit his arm as Satan laughed. "I'll have you know these are prescribed! I have to wear them when I'm doing any strenuous activities."

Satan flashed a roguish smile and went back to flipping through his book. "Pity. I'd rather like to see you wear them more often. You look wonderful," before you even got the chance to respond or acknowledge the light blush on his cheeks, Satan cleared his throat. "Now, on page 364, you'll see..."

ASMODEUS

Asmodeus hummed to himself as he walked towards your room with a basket full of facemasks and nail polish in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other.

You had been tucked away in your little room all day studying, and he just knew that you needed a break. That's where he came in of course, offering you all the love and self-care you could ever desire.

Asmodeus joyfully knocked on your door before slipping inside. "MC dear, I've come to free you from your..." he inhaled sharply at the sight before him.

You were laying on your stomach, kicking your legs behind you as you read whatever book you were studying from, dressed in an adorably oversized sweatshirt. That alone would've been enough to make him squeal.

But you were also wearing glasses.

Asmo shrieked as he jumped onto the bed with you and tackled you.

You let out a yelp as the two of you tumbled to the floor. "Wha- Asmo! Get off!"

Asmodeus giggled and sat up beside you. "Sorry, darling! I couldn't help it! You look so cute with your little glasses. AH! It's delightful," his eyes sparkled with intrigue and pleasure. "Sexy even," he purred as he leaned in close.

You chuckled and pushed Asmodeus away as you stood up. "I'm just studying. The glasses are so I can read without getting a headache."

The demon hummed as he walked back over to the door to regather his supplies. "Well, have you ever considered buying some for accessories? I have a pair or two that would look gorgeous on you. It'd be a shame if the only person who ever got to see how scrumptious you look with glasses was your books," he smirked knowingly as he turned around and saw you flustered.

Asmo grinned and held the basket and wine bottle. "Now enough with the studying. It's time for a break. So sit back and relax, and let me take care of you."

You raised an eyebrow at him, and damn that glare was more effective from behind a pair of lenses. "Asmo," you warned, causing the demon to shiver.

Asmo pouted and gestured to the basket. "Self-care of course. Gee, MC, why must you think such filthy things."

BEELZEBUB

Beel made his way towards your room with his arms full of snacks.

He was proud of you for taking your test so seriously and really putting in the work to do your best, but he was also worried. He had barely seen you come out of your room even once today, and that meant that you probably hadn't eaten enough.

Seeing as you were always carrying around snacks for him, he figured it was time that he returned the favour.

He frowned as he got to your door and realized that he had no hands to knock with. He tried rearranging the food in his arms but nearly dropped the entire load. Beel huffed and stared at the door for a couple seconds before leaning forward and butting it with his head several times.

He heard a groan and some shuffling on the other side before the door opened.

His eyes widened as you stood before him, yawning as you rubbed your eyes underneath your glasses - yes, glasses.

You were always small in comparison to Beel, but now with the glasses, there was something about it that made you look even more delicate.

"Cute," Beel said as he looked down at you.

Your face instantly flushed as you blinked up at him. "H-Huh?"

Beel smiled softly and felt his fingers twitch with the urge to ruffle your hair. "Your glasses. They look very cute," he explained honestly.

You squeaked and quickly took them off, too embarrassed by Beel's forward compliment. "Th-Thanks Beel. They're um, they're just for studying."

The urge to ruffle your hair, or pat your shoulder, or even simply touch you grew stronger, but Beel's hands were still full. So, much like with the door, Beelzebub thought of an alternative.

He leaned down and gently kissed the top of your head. His warm gaze met yours as he gently whispered, "You always look pretty, but with them on, you look even prettier," and then, as though he hadn't just stolen your heart, he grinned and held out the food. "I brought snacks."

BELPHEGOR

Belphie had been wandering around the house late at night in yet another round of restlessness.

He had just walked past your door when he noticed your bedroom light was still on. Belphegor tsked and began making his way over. It was bad enough that he wasn't getting any sleep. He didn't need you picking up on his awful sleep habits just because of some boring test.

Without bothering to knock, Belphie opened your bedroom door. He opened his mouth to tease you but found his words catching in his throat.

You weren't awake after all.

You were passed out on your desk, face smooshed up against an open book with a pair of glasses sitting uncomfortably askew on your nose.

Belphie felt his cold heart melt at the sight.

He let out a deep chuckle and walked over to you. He carefully removed the glasses from your face and snorted at the red lines that had been left in their wake. He pressed gentle kisses to the marks before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to your bed.

"Silly MC," he whispered as he draped your blankets over you. "Everyone knows that you're not supposed to sleep with glasses on," he smiled tenderly at your sleeping form as he brushed a few hairs from your forehead. "No matter how cute they may make you."

*And that's that! I hope you enjoyed this cute little thing I just threw together! Sorry I haven't been able to write as much lately. School and work have just been insane and I honestly don't think the workload is gonna get any lighter. Thank you for your patience and your support!*

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i. rotten angelcake ⇾ kth. [M]

chapter one : art gallery ⤑ taehyung’s generosity does not begin and end with money. it is something else entirely when his diamond rings scratch between your legs.

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⌁ pairing; ceo!taehyung x curvy!reader (f.)

⌁ genre/rating; s2l, ceo au, sugar daddy au, smut, fluff, 18+

⌁ word count; 13k

⌁ warnings; mentions and usage of vape, mentions and consumption of alcohol, mullet!taehyung (yes, bestie this is a fucking warning), dom!taehyung, daddy!taehyung, ass enthusiast!taehyung, sub!reader, brat!reader, virgin!reader, exhibitionism, voyeurism, public sex, jealousy, praise kink, daddy kink, hand kink, corruption kink, clit rubbing, finger sucking, cum tasting, begging, teasing

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ও a hundred thanks to cam ( @sunshinejunghoseokie ) for making this pretty, pretty banner for me!! and a special massive thanks to sammy ( @chateautae ) for encouraging me, motivating me, reading and betaing this all along the way and to eva ( @nottodayjjk​ ) for happily reading this over and betaing so wonderfully!! I love you all so much and will forever be grateful for all your help and support!! 

Kim Taehyung is never late. At least, that’s what Google tells you when you look him up. For every interview or business meeting, Taehyung arrives between thirty minutes to an hour early. It’s been rumored that he will pace the agreed meeting spot and closely watch how the others operate. A nameless employee at Brooks Brothers Incorporated once reported that he had spotted Taehyung lurking around the company building, strolling through the floors so naturally, they didn’t notice it was him until he reached the top floor. When questioned about what he was doing, the employee could only answer: He’d just walk and watch and sometimes just stand and stare. 

Taehyung later debunked the rumor, despite the employee’s words, insisting that it was only good manners to arrive early. I am not in the business of wasting my time, he’d said - well, according to his exclusive with Vogue anyways. 

You shift in your seat, thankful your nerves always pushed you to arrive all too early for your appointments too. Swiping out of the Chrome app on your phone, you tap on the dating one. Dating is possibly not the best way to describe Sugar Rush. You are not exactly dating on the app as you are trying to find someone who is willing to pay your student loans off until you can find a decent job. Technically, it’s a Sugar Daddy app. And it took you a long ass time to find someone you can provide company to that did not involve getting naked. 

Taehyung was a close call. He did not use his real name at first, only a V.  And, like any sane person, you did not believe him when he told you who he really was. Though you were not completely familiar with him, you were with his name. Bangtan Industries dominates most, if not all, news outlets, magazines, billboards and conversations. You regret mocking him for trying to use such a powerful man’s name in order to win over your company, cringing at how you tried to save yourself when he sent you a photo of himself that you couldn’t find anywhere on the internet. 

Tapping on the chat, you re-read the address for the tenth time, confirming that you are in fact in the right place. The quick scroll takes you back to those embarrassing moments of attempting to recover from your mockeries.

[V] : I’m Kim Taehyung.

[angelcake] : I’m Dora the Explorer. 

[V]: That’s not remotely clever.

[angelcake] : Says the liar. 

[V] : I’m not lying.

[angelcake] : Shall I call out the Map and point out the bullshit to you?

[V] : cute.

[angelcake] : Oh! Maybe Backpack has a bullshit detector we can use!

[V] : I doubt a children’s show would use such vulgar language. 

[V] : I am not lying. 

[angelcake] : What the fuck would Kim Taehyung want with a sugar baby? 

[V] : Pull that Map out and have it direct you to where we already discussed that. I am not a man who likes to repeat himself. 

[angelcake] : I don’t take orders from liars :))

[V] : has send a photo

[V] : since you’ve been silent for the last 10 mins i take it you believe me now.

[angelcake] : I always believed you.

[V]: Says the liar. 

He seemed amused. You hope he was amused. Really though, who could blame you for questioning him? Kim Taehyung is untouchable; his company’s logo is printed on every other screen. Creating revolutionary software can do that to a reputation. 

Now that you think back to the conversation before his confession, you must acknowledge that your relationship with him had never been normal - not to sugar daddy standards anyways. He had entirely different priorities. He did not want to meet-up and simply requested to chat online. When you told him you were not up for any sexting either, he told you that wasn’t at all what he was looking for. He just wanted to talk. He would send good morning texts and goodnight ones too. He would wish you good luck on your job interviews and ask if you needed a hand with the applications. After long days he would ask about your day, and you his. You’d ask if he had eaten, knowing he tends to get so caught up in his day, food usually slips his mind. Then after that final goodnight, two thousand dollars would be credited to your account. Once on a particularly hot August day, you had reminded him to stay hydrated, tacking on a set of pink hearts at the end. He sent you an extra thousand then and there, adding a little black heart to his final message for the night later on. 

Your heart still flutters every time he sends one of those hearts now. He was never an expressive man, never really liking to use emojis before picking the habit up from you. Even then, they were bare of any affection until that text. A part of you wants to tell him that at this point, you do not check up on him throughout the day for the money but because you genuinely care. Admitting so will only jeopardize the relationship though. You’ve been each other’s exclusive partners for a little over six months now - per his request. It’s helped you pay off your loans more than having multiple sponsors has done. You cannot risk it all now when you’ve finally made some progress. No matter how many times his name popping on the screen makes you smile. 

The gallery falls quiet. You look up from your phone to find it empty. From your seat in the middle of the long hall, you search through the exhibit for someone, anyone. It was packed with viewers seconds ago. You recall a little girl tugging on her mother’s skirts to be picked up so she could see the art better and a group of friends mimicking the poses of statues for Instagram photos. Now, not even the security guards who scolded those teenagers from touching the art linger in the hall. 

Heavy footsteps redirect your attention to the exhibit’s entrance. A form fitting, black turtleneck sits under his matching coat, button undone.  Hands shoved in his pockets, Kim Taehyung walks towards you. He looks like he came straight from a meeting. His long hair is combed back and curled behind his ears, but a strand still manages to dangle before one of his eyes. His eyes. Why does he look at you like that? What normal person holds such intense eye contact? 

You stand to greet him, smoothing out the short skirt of your white dress. The fabric is breathable even while it hugs your frame. It’s one of your favourites since the sleeves are long and fall off your shoulders. They poke out of the brown checkered blazer coat you threw on after taking a step out of your apartment to find autumn has arrived. 

His attention bounces around your face first, fixating on the white beret then your glossed lips. Then, it falls down to your shoes, raising a brow at how you styled the brown oxford heels with white socks. He drinks in your figure next, gaze lingering far too long around your hips. The usual instinct to pull your coat around yourself does not kick in. Maybe your gut brushes it all off as curiosity rather than something more. 

You just don’t understand. No one has ever paid such close attention to your fashion sensibilities before. 

When he meets your gaze again, a little smirk tugs the corner of his lips. “Morning,” he greets when he’s about an arm’s length away. 

Tall, he easily towers over you. It’s his deep voice that makes you feel so small though. You swallow thickly, peering up at him through your lashes. His photos are astonishing, you have never been able to deny that. Up close, however, you find that very little editing must have taken place after every photoshoot. He looks computer engineered. No… science could only dream to create someone so perfect. 

“Morning.”  Your ego coils at how meek your voice sounds. Clearing your throat, you attempt to regain your composure and steadily ask, “How did you know it was me?”

“The name suits you.” 

You try not to blush. It’s a losing battle when your shy smile gives you away. He seems pleased with himself when you cannot meet his eye anymore. Slightly tilting his head with an all too proud smirk, he watches you fluster over his words. You hate how easily you’ve lost yourself. When behind a screen, it’s easy to come up with something witty. You don’t have him watching you so intently. 

Licking your lips, you force yourself to look back up at him. Your pride is desperate for a recovery. You tilt your chin down and exaggerate the way you gaze at him through your lashes, sweetly replying, “I know.” 

The innocence laced in your voice rights his head and darkens his eyes. “You’ve been waiting long.”

It’s not a question. You suppose the rumors are true. “You’ve been watching me.”

“Aren’t you wary of meeting strangers alone?”

“I didn’t think we were strangers.”

“We aren’t.”

“So, what’s with the third degree?” 

There’s something in your tone that makes him swallow thickly. His Adam's apple bobs as he stares. 

You raise a brow at him, impatiently waiting for an answer. 

That smirk widens. Wordlessly, he turns towards the wall, directing his lethal stare upon the displayed artwork instead. Entitled Spoiled Dessert, the nineteenth century painting depicts a fallen angel with wings made of rotting cake. Icing smears her face. 

“Have you been here at night?”

“I’m not a woman who likes repeating herself,” you echo his texts, ignoring his question. 

Taehyung glances at you over his shoulder, bottom lip between his teeth. Nodding his head towards the art, he silently requests your presence beside him. Hoping it will result in some sort of reply, you obey and move to stand next to him. 

“I asked one question,” he says, looking back to the fallen angel. He’s having trouble keeping his smile at bay. “How is that the third degree?”

“Because I said so.” 

The attitude in your voice piques his interest. He raises a brow and turns his body towards you. There’s less space between you this time. You’re craning your neck to properly meet his gaze. Expensive cologne floods your senses.  You suddenly take note of the short dangling pearl earring on one of his ears. The channel logo glimmers in tiny diamonds where the stud meets skin. Whatever confidence you once held wavers under his steady silence.

When he parts his lips to speak, his warm breath fans over your face. It smells of cherries and cream. “I was just curious. Is there a problem with curiosity, Angel?”

He has used the name countless times through texts, specifically when wishing you a good morning or night. To hear it though, straight from those all too close lips and spoken in an all too deep voice, churns your stomach with a desire you have trained yourself to ignore. You clasp your hands behind you, feeling weak until you remember that he simply said your name - well, the name you gave him. There’s no need to completely lose your senses over something as plain as that. 

This is not personal. This is a professional endeavor. He asked you to meet to discuss using your company for events his board members force him to go to. That is all you will do. There will be no more pausing, thinking, or dwelling on his attire, or voice, or the way he can’t stop fucking staring. 

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ which makes him lick his lips for some reason. 

“At night, the moonlight comes in from the ceiling,” he suddenly explains, flickering his gaze upwards to the peaked glass letting in the mid-morning sun before continuing, “And these paintings come to life.”

“They come out of the frame?”

Taehyung laughs. Your heart warms. “God, no. This isn’t the Tales of Magic Shop.”

You’re not sure what he has against a great franchise, but brush off his mockeries to get the answers you need. 

“They just move. This one here,” he says, looking at the fallen angel, “flaps her wings as she falls.”

You try to imagine it; the closest thing you can muster in your mind is something similar to a gif. You wonder if bits of the cake fall too? Is there weather? “Doesn’t take from the art itself?” you think aloud. 

Taehyung raises his brows at you. It’s hard to believe no one else has wondered either, so you’re not sure why he looks so surprised. Schooling his features, Taehyung clears his throat and gestures to the bench you were sitting on before. He sits far enough away that another person can fit between you. With the way he spreads his legs, however, you wonder why he didn’t just put you in his lap. 

Not that you would want that… or even like it.

He gazes at the painting again and confesses. “I thought that too when I first created it. But the board has been pressuring me since I declined the international contract with China.”

An article headline flashes before your eyes. You don’t remember all the words, having fixated on the fact that he lost out on about half a billion dollars on that deal alone. Coming from a less than credible source, the tabloids never really getting anything right, you thought it was all lies. You don’t doubt that he had a plausible reason not to take the deal. Taehyung is clearly a man of values. The stress on his face and exhaustion in his tone compresses your heart with sadness. Online it was easy to detach yourself from him and the pressure of his work. It’s much harder when you’re met with it face to face. 

Resting a hand on his knee, you dip your head a bit to catch his eyes. He stares at where your hand rests instead. “You read about it.”

Again, he is not inquiring but insisting. What always gives you away, you wonder. What makes him so sure? 

You shrug, “Just saw a headline in passing.”

He quirks a quick brow, as if to say he figured, then reverts his attention to the floor. Words are not usually so far away from you. There’s always a comment to be made, always something to, at the very least, mock. The way he reacted though, festers your chest with shame. You haven’t done anything wrong, but you just feel bad that you googled him. He wasn’t really at the top of your list of interests before this - not directly anyways. V was always a priority. The cardboard image of the powerful Kim Taehyung was most definitely not. 

You remove your hand, clutching onto the edge of the bench instead, and stare down with him. The shiny black of his shoes highlights the purity in the white marble. 

“They needed something new - fast. I had this drafted but…” he trails off with a sigh and a little shake of his head. 

You peer back at him. He’s already staring. Though you probably saw that coming, your cheeks still grow hot. Desperate to regain control over yourself, you say, “In a way, it is kind of like honouring the art.” 

He smirks. “Oh?”

“Yeah, it’s like revolutionizing the past into the future.” You sit up straight the longer you talk and he listens. “If they were here, they’d love how you made their art real and something more than an object of admiration.” 

He can’t hide his smile. Or, perhaps, he stopped trying to. He nods when you finish talking and grabs your hand in his. His touch is gentle, like the wrong move will bruise you. His hand is somewhat rough. It feels as though it may have once been calloused but treated, regaining whatever softness it probably had before. Looking into your eyes, his own crinkled behind the apples of his cheeks, he says, “You’re pretty cute when you’re full of shit.”

Seriously, what the fuck is your tell? How does he always do that? Okay, perhaps that is not your first opinion… but is in an opinion you hold. So you are not entirely full of shit. You don’t have time to tell him all this however, that tell of yours confirming his suspicions. 

Still, you attempt to salvage what little pride you have left. “I’m serious!” 

“Me too,” he says, mimicking your slightly whiny tone. He chuckles to himself when you playfully glare. 

Taking your hand out of his, you cross your arms and turn to face the wall. He only laughs harder. You have to curl in your lips to keep yourself from smiling at how adorable he sounds. It’s very rare that you’ve seen photos of Taehyung smiling, let alone laughing. The realization heats your cheeks all the more. 

“Come on, Angel. Don’t be mad,” he coos all too happily. His voice borders on condescending. You aren’t a fan at how much it tightens your gut with pleasure. “I’ll tell you what,” he starts, using a finger to flip some of your hair off your shoulder. You shyly meet his gaze. That boxy smile of his doesn’t waver. “You can tell them all this yourself when you come with me to the opening on Friday.”

You drop your arms in your lap, back straightening. Though you already knew he was going to ask you to accompany him to an event, you didn’t think it would be so soon. All the money he gave you has been split between rent, bills and your student loans. You don’t have the funds to shop for new clothes. Even if you save some for yourself from whatever he will give you tonight, you won’t have enough to buy something worthy of such an expensive event. 

Taehyung’s amusement falls from his face when he notices your hesitance. That smile once lighting up his face is replaced with a scowl as he furrows his brows in confusion. “Did you change your mind?”

“No,” you rush to say, grabbing one of his hands with both of yours. “No, Tae - Can I call you Tae? Do you prefer Taehyung? Or should I just stick with V? I mean, you call me Angel and I’m not complaining or anything. I’m just saying that you use my screen name so I think I should use yours? Unless you prefer Tae-”

“(Y/N),” he cuts you off, voice thick with authority. He’s holding onto your shoulders, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Take a breath, my God,” he somewhat teases. 

It’s now that you realize he’s been calling your name… your real name. You don’t remember giving it to him. 

“You can call me whatever you want,” he reassures while brushing his thumbs soothingly against the curve of your shoulders. 

Slightly quirking your head to the left, you ask, “You know my name?”

He pauses mid-stroke. With a swallow, he nods. “I may have looked you up too.” 

“How?”

“On the internet.”

You deadpan, picking up on his mocking tone. “I mean how did you know to look me up? I don’t use any real information.” 

“You have your name on the void cheque.”

What void cheque? “The one I put in the app?” you question. “I didn’t know they shared that with sponsors.”

Taehyung licks his lips. His eyes flicker to the floor for a second. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was debating on whether or not to tell you the truth. “They don’t…” He clears his throat before continuing. “I may have hacked it to run a quick background check on you.”

Did you expect anything less? Should you have? The man owns one of the biggest software companies in the world. Technology thrives to adapt to the pace he sets, not the other way around. The fact that he needed to ensure you will not jeopardize his empire does not bother you. You would have done the same. In a way, with how actively you googled him, you pretty much did the same thing. 

But if what he is saying is true, then he knew exactly who to look for when he came in here. “I thought the name just suited me.”

“That’s not what I said. I never said just.”

“You implied it.”

He smirks, that amusement colouring his features once more. “So, what’s on your mind? Do you not want to come?” he asks, seamlessly changing the subject. 

You let him do so. Your attention is fixated on the way his hair falls over his eyes anyways. Resisting the urge to brush it out of his face, you focus on his questions instead. How exactly do you tell him you're broke without sounding like you’re fishing for money? Are you even fishing for money? Meeting his gaze, you realize it’s kind of odd taking money from him now. He’s a friend. You don’t feel like you should be paid to be friends. 

Taehyung fixes your hat for you as he waits for you to answer. You blink at him when he curls your hair behind your ear too and tilts his head at you. Softening his voice, which somehow makes it sound deeper, he reassures in a whisper, “You can tell me, Angel.”

“I want to come.”

“But..?”

You have to ask him how he can always tell when you’re withholding information from him later. Sucking in a deep breath, you decide instead of awkwardly fumbling around the topic of money, you will ask for exactly what you need. “I don’t have anything nice enough for an event like that. And I don’t know where to start with finding one.” 

A relieved sigh escapes him. “Is that all, Angel? I can take care of that for you.” 

“You’re sure?”

He falls silent for a moment. Ghost of a smile hovering over his lips, Taehyung searches your eyes. You wonder what he’s looking for, if he can see you’re still holding something back. If he does, he doesn’t vocalize it. Instead, he quickly quirks a brow and nods. He does that a lot, you notice. His brows have bounced you into his thoughts, or what you assume are his thoughts, all too often in this conversation for that not to his tell.  

Rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand redirects your attention to his lap. You have both your hands in one of his and they only just cover a little more than half of it. They’re so big, vein laced and perfectly manicured. You didn’t think well cleaned hands would pique your interest so much, but here you were, staring at his hand and becoming increasingly aware of how uncomfortably wet your panites seem to be getting. 

He squeezes your hands. It's not too hard; it’s just enough to pull your eyes back to his. He’s staring, searching again. The action is not as intense as when he greeted you. It’s softer and gentle and content. You’re not sure how long you two have been sitting here, gazing at the other. The thought doesn’t trickle in your mind until a security guard walks back into the exhibit hall. He stands at the door and waits for Taehyung to acknowledge him. 

“Duty calls?” you ask after he nods to the guard. 

Taehyung offers half a smile. “I have an early lunch with Berlin,” he explains. His hand is still in yours though, thumb still brushing softly over your skin. His face suddenly lights up like he remembered something and he begins to pat down on his coat. Your hands feel cold and you have to convince yourself that it's the autumn chill, even while indoors, and not the fact that his hand isn’t warming yours anymore. They still rest on his thigh, however. His thick, muscular thigh, restricted in pants so tight, you’re sure it would feel like it was bare if you ever sat on it. You flush within yourself at how that thought has not surprised you in the slightest. 

Pulling out a pink velvet box, Taehyung draws you out of your thoughts. He offers you it, but you can’t seem to move. Lips parted, eyes wide, you can only stare at the gift. You already told him, more than once for that matter, that he does not need to pay you extra for meeting him outside of this arrangement. You told him it was all part of it, that you are willing and comfortable to talk with him because you too enjoy his company. It’s been a while since someone other than your roommate, Mrs. Chu, asked you about your day and if you’ve eaten and how your family is doing. It’s been a while since someone cared enough to check up on you throughout the day. It’s been a while since you had a friend. 

“You can’t possibly hate it yet. You haven’t even opened it.” Taehyung jokes, gesturing the box closer. 

You give him a pointed look. “I said no gifts.”

“You said no money.”

“Did you steal this?”

The renewed attitude in your tone makes him smile. You can’t help but do the same, hoping a raised brow and crossed arms would be enough to still maintain the impression that you are in fact still mildly annoyed with him. 

He drops his hand on his thigh and rolls his eyes. You bite your lip at the sight. After peeking a glance back at the guard, who is suddenly all too captivated by the glass ceiling, Taehyung leans in closer towards you. You get another whiff of cherries and cream and he whispers, “Angel, we have an agreement. Are you not my baby?”

The fact that he dropped the ‘sugar’ from that sentence makes you flush. Being called his, being coddled so casually has you leaning in closer towards him as well. You lean your hands against his strong thigh and nod. 

With a widening smile, he asks, “By definition, I should be spoiling you.” Again, he offers the box. “And for a girl who once had fifteen sponsors at the same time, I know you adore being spoiled.”

The app does not offer that information on your profile. He must have found out about that during his background search. That only makes you flush all the more. Even with fifteen, you have never been so connected with a sponsor like you are with Taehyung. You debate on telling him that as you take the box from him. But the reminder that this is just a job cinches the words at your throat. 

A string of pearls gleam under the mid-morning sun that seeps in through the windows above. Breathless, you can barely form the words to thank him let alone remember what the hell you were just thinking about. You’ve been wanting pearls since you saw your grandmother wear them at a wedding when you were young. She was shortly robbed a few years after, the pearls forever in another’s possession. The memory consumed you when Mrs. Chu was recounting her college years. She said she wore pearls with every outfit back then. It triggered a sprilling search of pearls online that you dream to afford. 

A little gasp escapes you, tears welling up in your eyes. “How did you…” You trail off, the familiar lump in your throat warning you that your voice might break. 

He rubs the back of his neck. “The app tracks your ads,” he confesses.

Of course it does. You’re not even fazed at how that technically is a violation of privacy. A choked chuckle escapes you. You sniffle, looking back down at the pretty, soft pink pearls. 

“I actually went ahead and put up some firewalls around your account so it won’t track what you do on other apps anymore,” he adds. “Anyone could’ve been able to get your information otherwise.”

“I don’t think anyone can ever do what you do,” you reply through another chuckle. You just can’t believe it. He wanted to get you something. And not just anything, but something you actually like.

He blushes. The sight makes you chew on your lip and you immediately redirect your gaze back to the box. In the midst of admiring the pearls again, you notice the clasp is a diamond lined channel logo. It matches his earrings. You pull the necklace out, the diamonds scratching at the pad of your thumb.

Taehyung takes it from you and unclasps it. “Turn around,” he orders in a soft whisper. 

You do as he says, giving him your back and bunching up your hair in a sloppy, makeshift ponytail. The pearls are cool to the touch, decorating your neck gracefully. You bring a hand up to touch them, not quite believing it all just yet.

His lips just graze the shell of your ear. “Let me have a look.” His voice is so gentle, you could almost swear the sentence sounds more like a plea than a command.

Fighting off a shiver that dances the length of your spine, you drop your hair and face him once more. In the steadiest voice you can muster, you ask, “Pretty?”

Taehyung admires how it drapes around your neck with a little smile. “The prettiest.”

Shutting the box and shoving it into your purse is the only way you know how to hide your heated cheeks from his view. You are not a child. You are not some little school girl who unravels at the simplest of compliments. But, he thinks you’re pretty. 

“I really have to go now,” he sighs before getting up. 

You shoot up from your seat with him. “Right. Berlin is waiting.”

He nods. Silent. Looking. You fidget under his undivided attention. 

“Text me when you’re home, yeah?”

You nod. He cups your chin and a rush of embarrassment poisons your chest at how fast you straighten your posture. He’s staring at your glossed lips. You think for a moment that he’s going to kiss you. You wonder for a moment about how soft his lips are. 

He traces the curve of the pearls instead. Then, he drops his hand. “Bye, Angel.”

“Bye, Tae,” you, rather pathetically, squeak. You wait until he’s out of the hall before rolling your eyes at yourself. 

Mrs. Chu is not home when you return from the grocery store. Stumbling into the kitchen, you drop the bags on the table to be greeted with her neat cursive. You’re not sure why she won’t just text you. You’ve got her a good deal for her phone plan, looping it in with yours now that you’re able to afford it. You even bought her the latest model and set up all her contacts, putting your own number as the first speed dial option just in case. Still, she won’t even look. Well, not for long anyways. She’ll scroll through Facebook and haggle her grandchildren just because she can, then switch on the TV with an all too satisfied smile. She’ll try not to cackle at their mildly resentful responses as she flips through the channels. 

Deary, 

I snagged a hot date at the auto shop for tonight, so I went out with Minho for a new outfit. I put the leftovers in the fridge. Don’t wait up! 

Oh! And a big parcel came for you while you were out. I had them put it all in your room. Whoever he is, keep him! Have fun at your party!

Mrs. Chu

You ignore her comment about Taehyung, not sure how she deduced the gift is from a man, and focus on the rest of the note. How she managed to convince Minho, an honours college student, to drive her around looking for new clothes is beyond you. Though, you know how persuasive she can be. If she sets her mind to something, nothing can stand in her way. 

Picking up the blue pen, you wish her good luck on her date and thank her for accepting the package on your behalf. You haven’t ordered anything, but you remember the women at the boutique Taehyung referred you to mention something about sending the finished dress in the next couple of days or so. You draw a heart beside her name and then pin the note to the fridge with a magnet. In case she doesn’t have her glasses to read your response, the heart should be enough indication to let her know you got her message. 

You start on the long process of putting away the groceries, annoyed to find that there is already at least one of whatever she had listed for you to buy in the pantry or fridge. You kick yourself for not double checking before leaving. Mrs. Chu has a hoarding problem. You knew this before being roped into living with her. She says she simply hates when she is craving something and does not have the sufficient amount of ingredients to make it. 

“That is a tragedy I refuse to be a part of,” she said when you questioned her about it. 

It is a terrible feeling to crave something you cannot have. You found it was better to agree with her at the time. However now, as you try to shove everything in its designated spot, you’re starting to rethink that stance. 

With a fold of the reusable bags, you shove them in another reusable bag that hangs by the garlic stocks and shuffle your way into your room. 

A rack of plastic covered dresses takes up the length of your small room. You trip over the boxes of shoes placed right in front of it as you try to maneuver your way to your bed. An array of Tiffany bags sit upon your comforter. You tilt your head in confusion. Recalling your conversation at the gallery, you distinctly remember telling him you needed an outfit, meaning only one. Why there’s five different dresses, with five matching shoe boxes and Tiffany blue bags is beyond you. 

[angelcake] : For a genius you have a terrible memory

[V] : I know it’s not your birthday so what are you talking about? 

[angelcake] : Why are there a hundred dresses in my room?

[V] : five.

[angelcake] : I asked for oNe

[V] : We have more than oNe event to go to. You’ll need more than oNe dress.

You can’t help but smile at the way he mimicked your emphasis on the word one. That little dose of amusement is soon replaced with anxiety. He never mentioned other events. You have four others to go to now? What if you don’t do a good job tonight? What will you do with all these dresses and shoes and jewelry? Those diamonds you know he bought are going to be the hardest to return, you can already tell by the way your palms itch to grab the blue bags. 

[V] : Don’t like my taste? 

He adds the emoji of the winking face with its tongue sticking out. You use it when you tease him. It makes you smile all too hard at the screen. Glancing at the dresses, you realize that you haven’t even really taken them in when you entered, too astonished by their general presence. They range from shades of off-white to soft pink. Each one has a little card stapled to the flimsy plastic cover with the event name, date and time stamped on. 

You pull out the one you picked out for the art gallery. A satin white dress drapes to your feet. The seamstress took your suggestions for the skirt, cutting in a tasteful slit on the side that shows just enough skin to be deemed acceptable. The bust looks a bit wonky being that the dress is strapless and hanging onto the hanger with the thinnest strands of ribbon you’ve ever seen, but it still looks beautiful. Reading the card, you notice a little 1 in the bottom corner. You find the sequence of numbers on the other dresses. The shoe boxes and bags follow the same theme. 

Laying the dress on your bed, you grab the shoe box labeled with a 1 and open it to find the strappy shoes you picked out. He styled the other four. Curiosity nags you to peek at the corresponding Tiffany bag. It’s tiny compared to the others. You open it to find large diamond studs. They’re twinged a sheer rose gold. A pleased giggle tumbles out of you. You’ve never worn diamonds before. You’re sure they’re going to weigh down your earlobes but you're excited to wear them all the same. 

You stare back at the chat. Unsure what to say, you figure expressing your gratitude is a great place to start. You add the revolving heart emoji for good measure. He replies with a black heart. 

[angelcake] : Thanks Daddy. 

[V] : Of course, Angel. 

Taehyung has been waiting outside of a black car for thirty minutes now. You peek out your window every few minutes, worried to find him huffing, puffing and ready to blow this entire night off. Instead, you find him calm, collected, and all too still. He looks like a statue, well cut in that black suit and gleaming under the moonlight. You should have gotten ready earlier. Or maybe you should have just stuck with your first makeup look. The whole night has just been daunting, weighing heavy on your chest with anxiety. Thoughts about looking good enough, let alone presentable, lap around your mind with every curling roll you pull out of your hair. 

What if you’re overdressed? What if you’re not wearing the right shoes? You compared the ones you picked out with the ones Taehyung did. They don’t look remotely the same. Why did he pick open toed heels for the third function and not the fifth? Why did you just let him pick everything out to begin with? You groan, exhausted with your own thoughts before flipping your up and hair to perfect the loose, blowout curls you’re going for. 

By some miracle, it doesn’t look horrible. With the hair finally finished, you’re able to take in the outfit in its entirety. You’ve somehow managed to channel a 1950’s beauty queen persona. It’s not exactly what you were aiming for but it looks good all the same. God, you hope it looks good. 

Grabbing your phone and lip gloss, you realize you forgot to pick out a purse when you were at the boutique. You know damn well you don’t have anything expensive looking, let alone something that matches your outfit. Nor, you realize, do you have the time to look. You’ve already kept him waiting longer than you promised. 

You check your notifications. They are empty of the cotton candy logo. You click open the app and check your messages, thinking it might be a glitch. He has not texted since he told you he was on his way. He’s been standing out there for half an hour and has not had the urge to ask you to hurry up. It fills your chest with shame along with the already growing stress. 

[angelcake] : I’m sorry. I’ll be right down~

[V]: Take your time.

[angelcake] : Trying to find a purse. 

[angelcake] : nothing matches!!

You add an array of sobbing emojis and broken hearts, hoping they point to the shred of humor you have left in you that is somehow keeping you sane. 

[V] : You’re sure?

[V] : You can put your things in my pockets if you’d like?

You smile at how he didn’t wait for you to confirm, already offering a solution. It wouldn’t be so bad putting your things in his pockets. The idea only gives you more reason to remain glued by his side other than the fact that you don’t know anyone there at all. Eyeing your vape, which sits on the edge of your vanity, you try to wrack your memory for a purse you know you don’t have. You’re fine with Taehyung keeping your phone and lip gloss safe. You’re not quite sure what he would say about your occasional smoking habit. You haven’t listed it on your profile. The interest isn’t listed on his either. You’ll be damned if you have to leave without it though. Sometimes it’s the only thing that helps keep you grounded. 

Snatching the vape, you tuck it into your dress, just between your breasts. It’s thin enough to fit seamlessly and right within reach should you need it. 

[angelcake] : How big are your pockets?

You know you will only be handing two relatively small things, but teasing him is always just so much fun. You smile down at your phone as you shut your lights off and leave the apartment. He replies as you’re locking the door. 

[V] : We can always stop somewhere and pick one up?

[angelcake] : just one or oNe?

You manage to hurry down the stairs and get to the lobby in time to watch as he rolls his eyes at your text. A smile is hovering over his lips as he types. His driver emerges from the car, circling around to Taehyung only to be waved back to his spot behind the wheel. 

“Sir, I can get the door for you,” you hear him say when you open the door. 

Taehyung only stares. It’s not charged with the same tender intensity you received at the gallery the other day, but rather with annoyance. The driver returned to his seat. You’re not quite sure what that is about, but you’re thankful you have not been on the receiving end of such a lethal look.

The click clack of your heels redirects his attention towards you. Whatever anger he once held disappears from his features. His jaw slacks, eyes widen and you hear his breath hitch as you approach him. Growing hot all over, you don’t register the cool evening breeze under his gaze.

“I know I’m late,” you say as a way of another apology. “I just didn’t know if this was the right look. I mean, how big is this thing anyway? When I went to openings in college, it was much more lowkey and I think our professor came in jeans. So, I had to redo my makeup and-”

“You look beautiful,” he cuts you off with a chuckle. His attention lingers on the string of pearls around your neck. “The prettiest.”

If your face wasn’t hot before, it is now. Did he not hear you or is he just saying what you want to hear to make you feel better? He must see the questioning on your face as his hand traces your frame from your cheek to your waist. He pulls you closer to him, forcing you to crane your neck to maintain eye contact as he looks down at you. Your cheeks ache from the constant smiling and, no matter what you do, you cannot regain control over your features. It’s especially hard to do so when his body is practically pressed up against yours. 

You hold onto his shoulders, the hand clutching your phone and lip gloss simply resting against him. Taehyung notices and wordlessly takes them from your hand to put them in his pocket. You hold onto him properly now, swallowing thickly. This is just a job, you remind yourself. This is just a job and just for a night. You can handle yourself for a night, right? 

A little freckle rests just under the tip of his nose, just above his right nostril. You didn’t notice that before, it’s not very clear in any of the photos. You spot a similar one under his left eye, in his waterline. Ignoring the urge to touch them, you clear your throat and take a step back. 

Taehyung does not question your actions. He keeps a straight face, removing his hands and opening the car door instead. 

The car ride is quiet. You’re not really sure what to do or say and cannot hide behind your phone as it sits in his pocket. Pressed up against his legs, which seem to always spread so wide when he is sitting, you inspect your nails. Before getting your measurements, Taehyung had told you that he booked you an appointment at some nail place, confessing that he noticed you were browsing some when he sneaked a peek at your ads. He paid for a new set of elegant french tips. The usual white however is jeweled with rows of tiny swarovski diamonds. The women told you how they were to inform you that you may come at any time during operating hours and get them changed whenever you’d like. 

Taehyung slips his hand in yours. Bright rubies sparkle around his fingers under the passing streetlights. You look up to meet his already lingering gaze. 

“You’re not usually this quiet,” he notes, rubbing your hand with his thumb again. If nothing else, you want to remember this feeling. 

You shift closer to him as your hammering heart calms. “We’ve only met once. How do you know how I usually am?” 

The playful glint in your gaze pulls his lip between his teeth. He glances at your lips for a moment before reminding you, “We’ve been talking for months. You’re most chatty at night.” 

It’s true. Your brain has always been more active during the night than the day. It’s usually when you get the most work done too. You like how he knows this about you. It warms your chest and relaxes your tensed muscles as you roll your shoulders back before further leaning into him. He doesn’t seem to mind it, slightly tilting his head as if he’s prepared to caress you with his whole body. It feels so comfortable and casual, it’s like you’ve known each other for years. 

“I’m so nervous,” you confess in a whisper. “The only art gallery I’ve been to was the one on campus, which I think is half the reason why my professor showed up in jeans. There was amateur art and just a bunch of people who were as clueless as I was. I don’t think I’m the right per-”

The furrow of brows cuts you off. He doesn’t look as angry or annoyed as he did when he was silently scolding his driver, but the mild implication of his vexation still lingers. “Angel,” he practically coos, tightening his hold on your hand. “Everyone there is just as clueless. They’re just better at hiding it.” 

The heavy layer of anxiety resting on your shoulder slowly sheds at the realization that he’s right. No one really knows what they are doing. The entire “fake it till you make it” concept is ruled by the one percenters. And, judging by the way he’s holding onto you, you know you’ll have Taehyung by your side all night. Your nerves still linger but do not charge your veins with worry or fear as intensely as they used to. 

“Thank you, Taehyung,” you mutter, peering up at him through your lashes. “You’re a great friend.” 

The party is already well underway when the two of you arrive. Taehyung warned you about the cameras as the driver pulled up, but you did not think they would be as severe as they were. You kept your head down and tried to ignore them though still, as you sip on your champagne in the refuge of the grand exhibit hall, you can recall every last blunt question about who you are and what Taehyung thinks he’s doing with you. 

“What do you think?” 

You look up from the rim of your drink to find three board members of Bangtan Industries staring at you. You blink at them, offering a little smile. What the hell were you talking about again? The one in the glasses works in the film department at the gallery, you remember Taehyung introducing him because he mentioned something about a new silent film that the department was working on. You can’t remember his name though and he wasn’t even the one talking to you so that information is rather useless. When they look between each other, confused by your silence, panic takes over and you laugh. Very loudly. Their bewildered looks only make you laugh harder. The one in the glasses suddenly joins you, turning to his colleague who then also laughs. By the time they are rocking with laughter, Taehyung reappears by your side. 

“Didn’t I tell you she was fun?” he asks, face expressionless. Had it not been for the hint of tone in his voice, you would have assumed he was being sarcastic. 

You’ve come to find, within the hour you’ve been hovering around different circles of well established people, that the Taehyung you met days ago, the same one who showers you with gifts and physical attention, is not the same Taehyung who stands before these businessmen tonight. No, the moment you exited the car, Taehyung became Kim Taehyung and all hints of vulnerability diminished from his features. He does not put his hands on you, does not look at you too long as he bounces between circles and talks shop with people you just know he has no real interest in. When he comes to check up on you like this, it is merely to redirect you to another group of people who, shockingly, have openings in their departments they are willing to fill. You’re starting to think that he did not ask you here to accompany him, but rather to help you get a job. 

You suppose that’s thoughtful… enough. 

“...And she laughed at you, Arthur. What do you think that says about your company?” 

You hadn’t realized they were talking. Maybe you need to lay off the champagne for the rest of the night. 

“I think it means we can use new voices on our team,” Arthur says as he turns to you. He smiles and pulls out his card from his pocket. “Give my office a call on Monday. I look forward to seeing your resume on my desk.” 

You force a smile, accepting the card with a humble thanks. The men disperse, leaving you alone with Taehyung. Carefully glancing at him, you try to hide your discomfort and hand him the little piece of hardstock. 

“Keep it safe for me?”

He gives you a peculiar look. “Something the matter?” he asks, taking the card and shoving it in his pocket. 

“Mr. Kim?” 

A woman in her mid thirties derails your conversation as she approaches you two - well, actually she simply approaches Taehyung. She makes it a point to emphasize the sway of her hips with each step. She has kind eyes and a pretty smile, looking beautiful in a shimmering gold dress. Her attention narrows on Taehyung however as she offers you her back, icing you right out of whatever conversation she plans to have. 

“We missed you at dinner the other day,” she says in a near whine, wrapping her hands around his arm. The gesture tightens your chest with pain. You ignore it before your mind can label the feeling to a concrete emotion. 

Taehyung bounces a single brow to acknowledge her presence as he pulls himself out of her grasp. “Had a meeting,” he explains, looking to you before she can get another word in and adding, “Have you met, (Y/N) (L/N)?” 

Her smile wavers when she turns to face you. Those kind eyes swim with unease as she attempts to regroup her expression. “No, I haven’t.” 

Hints of anger taint her tone. You’re nervous to return the smile but do it all the same. 

“Mrs. Geraldson is Arthur’s wife,” Taehyung explains as a way of introduction. “(Y/N) is a new graduate of SGU.” 

“Business?”

“Double majored in English Lit and Art History,” he corrects. 

You want to for the life of you ignore the hurt in her eyes, in the way she can’t keep them off him, but you can’t. It jumbles your stomach with nausea and you find yourself downing the last bit of champagne in your glass. You turn to a waitress walking by and place your glass on her tray to find her glaring at Mrs. Geraldson. Her gaze then flickers to Taehyung. You recognize the longing immediately. 

This playboy reputation was not reflected in your Google searches. You’re not sure if it would have made a difference if it did. You would have still shown up, still played the part of the perfect date. It’s clear this is not the detail that weighs heavily on your heart. You don’t want to hear this from newspapers or magazines or the tabloids. He should have told you his history if it was going to be present at the event. He should have told you what he was leading you into. 

“Is that right?” Mrs. Geraldson asks, tilting her head to meet your distant gaze. 

You really need to learn to multitask if you’re going to survive the night. “Sorry, I didn’t catch that,” you try to smile. It’s now that you realize Taehyung has left the conversation, forcing you to converse with his ex alone. At least, you hope it is his ex. He cannot be serious. 

“You met him at SGU,” she repeats. “In the campus art gallery?” 

You figure that’s better than a sugar daddy app. “Yes,” you smile with a nod. 

“When?”

You’re taken back by the sudden aggression in her tone. She must have noticed your disarmed look, clearing her throat and forcing a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Since you’re not sure if he had already told her, you opt for a vague yet truthful answer, “Recently.” 

She pauses before falling completely silent. You watch as her gaze drifts to something behind you. When you follow her line of sight over her shoulder, you find a tall, beautiful professor already glaring at her. She then shifts her anger towards you before returning to her conversation. 

“Might have to get used to that,” Mrs. Geraldson dryly chuckles when you look back at her. 

“Excuse me?” You don’t mean for it to come off so haughty, offering an apologetic smile right away. 

Mrs. Geraldson seems to understand. Whatever hostility she held against you falls as she returns the smile and says, “Taehyung is… well-rounded.” 

You swallow thickly, knowing she is using her words carefully. 

“You’ll have to get used to that if you’re willing to stick around,” she explains. 

“Thanks for the heads up,” you sigh as she picks up a glass of champagne from a passing server. “Would you excuse me?” 

The moment she nods, you make your way down the hall and around the corner. You’ve been here enough times to know your way outside without actually having to be outside and if there’s one thing you need right now, it's a dose of fresh air. Mind reeling, you try to keep your pace leveled as you weave between conversationalists. 

You just can’t believe he didn’t tell you. This whole time you thought that the two of you were friends. Yes, maybe this is a job but you don’t hold a job the way Taehyung holds you. You don’t throw someone into their job without briefing them about what they are being thrown into. He didn’t lie to you but, with the way your chest aches and stomach turns, it sure feels like he did. Mrs. Geraldson is kind too. So very kind that if there wasn’t some sort of history between her and Taehyung, you feel like maybe she could’ve been someone you would turn to during dull parties like this. You almost feel bad for invading her relationship, even though she is pretty much cheating on Arthur. 

Climbing up the stairs to the fifth floor, you try to push all other thoughts about Mrs. Geraldson and the rest of Taehyung’s sexual history out of your head. But then the horrible thought of him being that intimate with them plagues your mind. You could not have found the balcony sooner, rushing through the dark hall and pushing the glass doors open. 

A breath of fresh air followed by a gust of cold greets you as you lean against the railing. The balcony juts out of the building enough for you to see the party rage on. The floor to ceiling windows don’t make it that hard either as golden light seeps out before the city. 

You pull out your vape from between your breasts, so thankful you thought of stashing it there and taking a long drag. As you exhale, you dump all thoughts of those other women out of your head and focus on the horizon. You’ve never seen the city from this height. The grand peaks of parliament cut through the clouds, buildings light up and stars just barely sparkle. 

A jacket drapes over your shoulders, shielding you from the cold. You don’t need to look back to know who it belongs to. The familiar, expensive cologne is enough indication. 

“You’ll catch a cold,” he says as he leans against the railing with you. 

You take another drag. Words don’t seem to come to you and even if they did, you’re not sure you have the strength to say them. You’re hurt and that’s all you can think about as you breathe out a heavy dose of smoke into the air. 

“Are you upset with me?” 

There is a sincerity in his voice that you cannot ignore. When you finally meet his gaze, you find the twinge of hurt in his eyes too. The vindictive part of you wants to tell him that it really sucks when friends hold out on each other, doesn’t it. But your rational side knows better than to explode on him when you pretty much have no right to. 

You’re not dating him. You’re not his girlfriend. You’re just some girl he met online. You miss being the girl online. You miss being trapped in those pink and white walls of the chatroom where only the two of you existed. 

“Are you sleeping with Mrs. Geraldson?” You find yourself asking. 

Taehyung glances at your vape. He pulls his own out of his pocket, much to your surprise, and takes a puff before nodding. “I was. I cut it off a few months ago.” 

You’re taken aback by his honesty. If he had nothing to hide, why didn’t he tell you this all before? “How many?” 

“Eight.” 

There’s no overlap, you can’t help but conclude. It somewhat eases the pain poking at your heart. “And the server?”

He chuckles as the next cloud of smoke escapes through his nose. You press your legs together at the sight and find yourself having to remind your body that you are upset with him. 

“That was so long ago, I don’t even remember her name.”

“And the professor?”

“Which one?”

The fact that he has to ask makes you scoff. You turn back to the view, shifting your weight and sucking harshly at the tip of your vape to keep your emotions from spilling all over the floor. 

“I don’t understand why you’re so upset.” 

“Of course, you don’t. You’re a man.” You internally cringe at your tone and pointed words. It’s a low-blow. You’re fully aware that it’s a low-blow. You might as well have slapped him and told him to go fuck himself. 

He stands to his full height, glaring down at you as he asks, “What does that have to do with anything?” He’s using his business voice - the one he uses with all those people he hates. 

“It means you don’t think with your head.” You beg yourself to stop talking. Every word is becoming a bullet. 

He towers over you, forcing you to stand straight too and face him. The sheer dominance of his stance already makes you cower, but his gaze is what makes you squirm. Heavy with ire, his eyes darken as he glares. Another bout of smoke escapes through his nostril. Your thighs rub together, eases an itch between them you are having trouble to ignore tonight. 

“I haven’t done anything wrong,” he hisses. You shiver. “I didn’t cheat on any of them. Before it started I told them it was just sex and once I found you, I cut off all ties. So tell me, what grand crime have I committed for you to think it’s okay to talk to me like that?” 

When he lines it all up like that, you find it hard to hold onto your anger. Furrowing your brows, you pout and turn away from him, but he grabs hold of your shoulders and forces you to face him once more. 

Locked under his harsh eyes, you can’t help stomping one of your feet and blurting out, “I thought we were friends!”

“We are friends!”

“So, why didn’t you tell me all this before? Between my apartment and the gallery, you had all that time to say, ‘oh hey, a bunch of girls I fucked are gonna be there. I’m not fucking them anymore but just a heads up in case they try to corner you.’” 

He does not find your impression of him amusing, deadpaning at the sound of your foolishly deep voice. He parts his lips to explain himself, but you don’t seem to be done just yet. 

“And then you leave me alone with her. You actually walked away from the conversation and left me alone to find out that half of every department in the city has been in your bed.”

“No one has been in my bed.”

“So now you’re denying it all?” You let out a dry chuckle, shaking your head at him before taking another sip of your vape. He’s unbelievable, completely unbelievable if he thinks he can sneak his way right out of all this by lying right to your fac-

“I’m not denying anything. I’m just saying no one has been in my bed. And for fuck’s sake, stop bouncing around like that! If you need to go, just go. We can finish this conversation after.” 

It takes you a moment to realize you have been bouncing around in place. Then, it takes you another horrifying moment to realize why. You don’t have to go to the restroom, not for the reason he thinks anyway. Throughout the argument, you’ve been rubbing your thighs together, pressing them tight and trying to relieve the wet tension between them. 

You swallow thickly, shrugging his hands off you and turning back to the cityscape. “I don’t need the washroom,” you insist. 

“You look like you do.”

You thought you’ve stopped your legs, but the daunting realization has only made you ache for a… tender touch all the more. “I don’t,” you repeat through gritted teeth, stilling your legs and sucking another round of smoke. 

After a moment of silence, his voice drops an octave as he whispers, “I think you do.”

The jacket around your shoulders begins to suffocate you under the wave of heat that follows the humiliation festering in your chest. You shrug it off, not too concerned with its worth or the soft clatter of your things as it hits the floor. You’re squirming again, clutching onto the railing to stabilize yourself long enough to say, “I can assure you that I don’t.”

Taehyung leans his back on the railing beside you, resting his elbows casually as he looks down at you. “I can go if you’d like to do it here,” he teases with a smirk all too cocky for you not to glare at. 

“This isn’t funny, Taehyung,” you whine. It only feeds his amusement. 

“It happens to the best of us, Angel.” His tone is condescending. He doesn’t even try to hide it. You can’t believe how hot that fact is making you. 

“Taehyung, please,” you beg as a way to ask him to stop being so crass about the situation. 

He takes the plea differently and raises a brow. “Asking for help?” 

You hate how you hesitate. He waits patiently amongst the silence. The smooth jazz of the party drifts between you but isn’t loud enough to shatter the tension. “I’ve never…” You trail off, feeling that familiar brust of humiliation coil around your heart again. 

Taehyung nods. “You’re a virgin, I know.” 

You’re certain whatever makes that so obvious is the same thing that always gives you away when you’re trying to hide something from him. With that in mind, you think there’s no use in trying to keep this from him too and admit, “It’s not just that. I’ve never really touched myself before.”

Taehyung is quiet. Too quiet. For far too long. All amusement drops as he stands back to his full height and with the most shock you’ve ever seen in him. “So you’ve never-”

“No.”

“Not even-”

“No.”

“How about-”

“No.”

His eyes almost fall out of their sockets as he asks, “You’ve never watched porn?”

“What? Of course, I have!” you shout back. When he opens his mouth to question your previous answer you add, “I didn’t know that’s what you were asking. I just want to get this whole night over with. I’m horny and upset and you should have told me, okay? You’re my friend and the least you could’ve done was tell me! But, all you wanted to do was ignore me all night and leave me with exes I didn’t even know you had and make me so unbelievably horny I can’t even enjoy a smoke, let alone stand straight!”

Taehyung lets you get it all off your chest, shoving his hands in his pockets as you rant. He does not cut you off nor look at you with that usual challenging stare. His eyes are instead filled with concern and understanding. You almost feel bad for shouting, heaving by the time you get to the end of your sentence. 

“You’re right. I should have told you,” he says with a nod. “We are friends. I should have taken you with me when I left. I don’t think I should have left at all actually. I’m sorry, Angel.”

His words are all you need to let out a heavy sigh, your frustrations falling out with it. His use of your nickname only reminds you of the dampening issue of your panties. You squirm again. He doesn’t fail to notice. 

He gazes at your hips, asking, “Seriously, why don’t you just do it? You’ll feel much better.” 

“It’s not the same,” you say before you process the words. When he raises a brow for more information, you explain in a voice so tiny, he has to lean down close to hear you, “I just know it won’t be the same as someone else’s touch.” 

He pauses. He stares. He bites his lip then matches the volume of your voice, saying, “If you’d like, I can help you.” 

The mere thought of it makes you shiver. He fights off a smirk. It only proves his sincerity. Had he only wanted to mock you or embarrass you for your feelings, he would have. You take a step closer, too shy to meet his eyes as you mutter, “I don’t want your fingers in me though.” 

His lips rest right by your forehead. You can feel his warm breath against your hairline as he whispers, “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” He uses a finger to tilt your chin up so that he can peer into your eyes. “I’ll only do as you ask. Are you sure about this, though, Angel?” 

The softness of his voice has you sinking your body into his. You clutch onto his chest, the white dress shirt bunching up in your fists as you try to balance yourself. You’re so horny, it aches. Your clit throbs, and you have to press your thighs together again to keep from moaning. Nodding your head, you look up at him through your lashes and whisper, “Yes, Daddy.”

Taehyung is sure, but gentle in his handling of you. He starts his hands on your waist and pulls you close against him. When you gasp a moan at the soft impact, he drops his hands to your ass. You tighten your grip on his shirt and burrow your head into his neck to be tsked at. 

“Eyes on me,” he orders in a whisper. 

That’s probably the worst thing you can do, you realize the moment you look back up at him. He’s watching you so tenderly, carefully, like you’re a little thing of porcelain that can break at the slightest wrong look. It makes you pout. 

He jiggles the cheeks of your ass, getting a feel for the weight and how each one bounces in his hand. It coaxes a whiny moan out of you too. No one has touched you like this. No one has regarded you with such devotion. As he hooks one of your legs around his waist, you hope and pray no one other than him ever will. 

Taehyung leans your back against the railing. You wrap your arms around his neck, letting out shaky breathes when his hand snakes between your body to cup your sex. You press your lips together to hold back a moan, but it fills the silence anyways, high-pitched and desperate as ever. His brows bounce at how wet his hand becomes from the first touch alone. He gives your panty-clung pussy a little brush with the tips of his fingers and you squirm at how dark his eyes get when his pupils are dilated. 

“Are you teasing me?” You ask in a voice too weak, it borders on pathetic. 

He nudges your nose with his. “I wasn’t trying to,” he breathes as a smile takes over his features. “Do you want me to rub you from out here?” 

You shrug. You can’t imagine it would be as extraordinary as having his fingers against your bare clit. Pulling him closer, you swallow thickly and timidly ask, “What feels better?” 

He gives you a pitiful look. “You tell me, Angel?” He all but coos as he slips his fingers around your panties. 

The first brush of his middle finger on your clit makes your eyes roll, the right one twitching in the process. Lips against your chin, he moans. You aren’t sure why and don’t have the time to think about it, as he rubs you again and again, adding the tiniest sliver of pressure each time. 

“God,” you gasp. Your hips roll on their own and it makes Taehyung tighten his hold on your ass. 

As you whine at the harsh grip, he smirks, “Daddy will do just fine, Angel.” 

If his hand wasn’t circling around your pussy right now, you would’ve tossed him a playful glare. “Now, I know you’re teasing me,” you pout, voice sounding so small and whiny, you almost don’t recognize it as your own. 

He laughs and quickens his pace, using all his fingers to rub you. His diamond rings scratch at your inner thighs, and you find that it tickles. You can’t help a giggle the fourth time it happens. That whimpery, giggy ripple of air makes him groan. Taehyung further presses himself against you. His bulge rests against your other leg. From that mere impression alone, you just know he’s fucking huge. 

It makes you moan.

“Does that feel good, Angel?” Taehyung asks as he rests his forehead against yours.

Fuck. Fuck. “Fuck!” you whimper. Your hips are moving on their own, rolling into his hand as he continues his ministrations. “Dad-dy feels so g-good!” Shortly after that embarrassing confession, he rubs you especially hard and your mouth falls open.

Taehyung opens his mouth too. He hovers it over yours and moans along with you, mimicking your breathy, whiny sounds like he too is being pleasured. Then he tilts his head, just like he would if he was kissing you and moans louder. 

“Pretty little Angel is gonna cum, isn’t she?” 

His voice is fucking sinful. He sounds all too cocky, all too smug as he pretends to be concerned. He’s babying you because he can… because he knows you like it. 

You’re not sure how to tell when you’re close, having never been close before. But, there’s a build up at the pit of your stomach and your pussy just keeps clenching and clenching. You know you’re getting wetter because you can hear the squish and splash of your arousal moving around his fingers. You’re getting louder too. You’re getting so loud, you’re sure the whole city can hear you. 

“That’s a good girl,” he coos. “That’s right. Fuck yourself on my hand, Angel.” 

You didn’t realize that you’ve been gyrating against his hand this whole time. You’ve been too consumed by the ecstasy coursing through your veins, buzzing your nerves with desire and anticipation. 

“Oh my god,” you cry, throwing your head back. “Daddy! Daddy!” 

Taehyung presses his lips to your chin. “So good, little Angel,” he mutters before pecking the tip of your nose. “You’re my good, little Angel, right? You’re fucking my hand so good.”

You squeal at his words, burying your face in the crook of his neck. The action offers you his scent, and it’s not that usual cologne you smell but rather a musky cross of black anise stars and sage. Your tongue acts on its own, you try to convince yourself, and licks at his skin before you suck on it. 

“Mmm, it’s okay, Angel. It’s okay to cum,” he breathes into your hair. “You can do it. I know you can.” 

Your fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. You’re so close. You’re so sure this time. You can feel that build up inching towards your pussy as you rut recklessly against his hand. 

“Sweet Angel,” he whispers, lips at the shell of your ear. “My sweet, horny little Angel. How long have you been wanting this? Hmm? How long has my Angel been waiting to cum?”

“Too fu-cking long, Daddy!” you cry. You pull your face away from his warmth in the crook of his neck, pressing your forehead against his.  “I really wanna cum! I re-really do, Dad-dy!” 

“I know, Angel,” he purrs, brows furrowing with understanding and concern. “You can cum on my hand like the good, little girl I know you are. Go on, Angel. Cum for me.” 

You prove him right in a matter of seconds. Throwing your head back, you let out a loud, high-pitched moan as your body trembles in his hand. You feel your arousal rush out of your pussy and all over his hand, the wet splatters sounding filthier. A vigorous wave of euphoria floods your mind and ears, Taehyung’s sweet encouragements becoming distant and muffled. 

“That’s it! That’s it, baby. Cum on Daddy’s hand just like that,” he kisses your head, “That’s my pretty, pretty Angel!” He groans, continuing to rub you even as you spaz and quiver in his hands.

You must have almost fallen right out of his grasp because the hand that was kneading your ass shoots to your waist and cradles you close against him. 

Tears soon spill from your eyes, the pleasure of his hand on your clit becoming unfathomable. You grab hold of his wrist and pull your hips away from his hand. He catches onto your silent request to stop and instantly removes his hand from your slightly overstimulated pussy.  

Your legs fall from his hip, but Taehyung keeps you standing with his tight hold of your waist. Legs trembling, you quiver against him. You just came. You really just came. You never thought the first time you come would be at the hands of someone like Taehyung, someone so obsessed with your pleasure, it fuels their own. 

Heaving, you start to come down from your high as your hearing returns to you. The reality of your actions hits you again… You just came. Shame heats up your face as you look down at his cum covered hand dangling by his side. “Fuck, I’m so sor-”

Your apology is cut short as Taehyung brings his wet hand to his mouth. He holds your astonished stare as he sucks. Your mouth parts as you watch his tongue loop around, licking up between each finger. He pulls them out and asks, “Want a taste?”

Words fail you. Voiceless, you simply part your lips wider. You taste sweet, brows shooting up. 

He mimics your expression with an amused smirk. “Good, right?” 

Your tongue swirls as you nod. 

Taehyung lets you suck a bit longer before finally pulling his hand away. He holds you close while waiting for your uneven breath to regulate. The wind whips at your collided bodies, pushing your hair in your face. He gently brushes it back behind your ears. The gesture almost makes you want to continue your laboured breathing just so you can be held a little while longer. 

When you’re finally back to normal, Taehyung places a chaste kiss upon your cheek, whispers, “Good job, Angel,” and picks up his jacket before guiding the both of you back downstairs.

He holds you close for the remainder of the night, his large hand resting on the small of your back. Guiding you around the gallery, he begins to introduce you as his Angel. His interest in you results in more than just polite small talk from others. You catch Mrs. Geraldson by the grand window. 

Her face is drained of colour. 

tags : @marcoazz2​ @complexmolecule​ @whats-good-ross​ 

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[sunflowerharrington]

Dominating Billy Hargrove

18+ minors, please DNI for your own sake

just the headcanons, kind of. it’s a mix of hc’s and then like actual paragraphs just because

warnings: billy hargrove, this is consensual, being tied down to a bed, overstimulation nation, angry billy, dom!gn!reader, slight mommy kink

taglist: dm, comment or message me to be added/removed <3 @xxlangdon @taecube @quickiesgirl @langdon-cumslut @wzrlds @sympathyforher

why does this man make me kick my legs like i’m at a teenage girl’s sleepover in a disney channel show or a katy perry music video

the answer is very simple:

there’s your answer ⇧

- okay so you gotta do this on a good day to pull it off

- and by a good day i mean when he’s calm

- “but when is he ever calm?” i’ve been asking myself the same question since season two, babes. so scratch what i just said

- tie his wrists and ankles tightly to the bed, because you know that mother fucker (literally, but let’s not remind ourselves about karen) will be able to break free in an instant if you don’t

- yes, to actually pull this off you have to wait until he’s in a deep sleep, and by the time he wakes up youll have tied him down but not too tight

- yeah it’ll be tight enough to mark his wrists a little but not to the point of cutting through his skin

- you had a thought of cuffing him down, but you only had two pairs and there was no way in hell you’d let yourself be caught by billy if you decided to ask someone for a lend of theirs (also totes not sneaking into a store and stealing them. totally not)

- once he wakes up he realizes instantly what you’ve done. and one of two things could happen:

- he could start threatening you

- or he could try to break free, which may result in a broken headboard — since you and him started your situationship that would be probably the fourth or fifth time realistically

- there’s no winning here

- his anger, like always, turned you on a LOT

- you crawl from the foot of the bed up to his hips, straddling his thighs as you played with his hair. something he hated you doing as it “destroyed his masculinity” a little

- he does however consent to this. consent is VERY important !!!

- you decide to overstimulate the heck out of him that night, covering his mouth each and every time you made him come, just to piss him off that little bit more

- “we don’t want poor little maxine hearing that her so-called alpha male brother is whimpering like a pathetic little sub right now, do we?” you would tease him, making him even more frustrated

- don’t even dare try to make him call you mommy

- i mean he probably would, but right now definitely not

- still tries to dominate you

- ✨fails✨

- whining mess after a while, but you love it deep down

- “just shut up and take what i’m giving you or so help me i’ll stop right now and just leave you here!” you’d unintentionally scream at him, slapping him hard in the face like he did to you so many times (during sex though, no matter how much of an asshole billy is he wouldn’t be physically abusive, he would never put his hand on his person)(yes he does beat up steve every waking day but he would never touch you like that)

- thrusts up into you, and even though you love it you won’t let it show. you don’t wanna give him that satisfaction

- will still, however, call you his princess (for all genders, or if you’re not comfortable with that then maybe sweets or toots or something ☺️)

- oh babes, that obviously gets you going because how could it not?

- he looks like he’s enjoying it but there’s still that anger in his eyes

- never takes his eyes off you once but that’s kind of canon now thanks to the fandom, i can’t thank you enough 💕 and that’s not me being sarcastic

- on a very good day he might even let you fuck/peg him ;) but that’s only if he’s in a really good mood slash desperate

- babes if you’re giving him head, deepthroat him (or as much as you can), it’ll drive him crazy that he can’t pull your hair and drive you exactly where he wants you

- tease the shit out of him, it’s probably one of the only times you’ll ever get to do this without being punished immediately

- almost whimpers your name as he comes and the satisfaction you feel during that moment is unmatched to anything you’ve ever felt before or will ever feel again

- after you both come down from your high and as soon as you untie him you have to run away like lightning, godspeed, as if you’re quicksilver on steroids, because you know you won’t be able to walk for a week

- you’re running as fast as you can but billy’s already caught you

- good luck trying to walk after that is all i can say

[bucksfucks]

𝙁𝘽𝙍𝙊 ; 𝗯𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆 𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘀 [𝟳/𝟭𝟭]

summary┃bucky’s past comes back with a vengeance and you’re determined to get the answers you’ve been searching for. 

pairing┃roommate!bucky x f!reader

word count┃2,682 words

warnings┃bucky’s past is revealed, character mentions; [sam wilson, natasha romanoff, tony stark], pet name [kid (platonic), sweets & baby], threats made against bucky + reader, trust-issues, mention of hit-men, brief mention of death, phone sex, praise kink, masturbation, mention of toys, slight angst, soft ending — 18+ ONLY • MINORS DNI

notes┃there is A LOT of plot here but also some filthy goodness and a sprinkle of angst <<3

SERIES MASTERLIST

     Ex-wife.

    Bucky’s words echoed in your ears as he didn’t dare to look at you.

    His ex-wife was threatening you.

    And he didn’t think to mention her? Ever?

    “Can I please explain?” Bucky croaked finally, voice sounding broken as you shrugged your shoulders — in a state of shock.

    That was all he needed before he recounted his previous relationship with the woman who was now sending you threatening emails.

    Married young, too young and too fast and it ended up blowing up in their faces.

    Well, clearly she hadn’t gotten over it.

    “I thought I lost her,” he explains. “I thought that moving halfway across the country would be enough.”

    You finally looked up to meet his eyes, glossy, sad and terrified as you sniffled.

    “There’s a reason only Tasha calls me James.”

    It broke your heart hearing that, the way his head hung low and he nearly winced at the sound of his own goddamn name.

    But you didn’t know who to trust anymore.

    Bucky always glossed over how he, Sam, and Nat knew each other — telling you that they were old friends that go back.

    How far back?

    You needed to know, but clearly you weren’t about to get answers from him.

    “Buck,” he stopped you, taking a step closer as his eyes begged and pleaded you not to finish your sentence. 

    “I can’t,” he shook his head, “I need some time.” 

    You couldn’t bring yourself to say those words that would shatter both of your world’s. But you had no idea what the hell you had gotten yourself into and you needed answers. 

    And you knew exactly who to go to for them. 

    “I understand,” Bucky sighed. “I’ll stay at Sam’s for some time, okay?” 

    You could only nod your head, watching him walk past you and into his door. 

    Then he shut it, something he never did because his door was always open for you. No matter what you needed and no matter what time of day it was. 

    It felt...wrong. 

    But you couldn’t dwell on it, grabbing your keys, phone, and whatever other important things you could think of being you nearly bolted out of the front     door. 

    You plugged your headphones into your phone, hitting shuffle and descending down into the subway. 

    The entire ride made you anxious, slowly approaching your stop and you were way out of place in this crowd. 

    People rushed by you in expensive suits and what you could only guess were the infamous red-soled shoes that were worth close to your monthly rent, if not more. 

    You cringed, thinking of the man you were about to see in his stupidly tall office building that you had to crane your neck at an uncomfortable angle just     to get a look at. 

    The elevator could not have taken longer, tapping your foot impatiently as you rode up to what felt like the heavens before the doors opened to revel smooth wooden doors that reach from the ceiling to the floor. 

    You were so close, before you were stopped. 

    “Ma’am, I’m sorry, you can’t be here right now.” A man’s voice stopped you, dressed in a security guard uniform and oh, this was so him. 

    “I know him,” you said, intent on seeing the man probably sitting behind those large doors. 

    “I’m sorry, I can’t let you do th—”

    “It’s okay, Marv. I know her,” his voice came not from behind the doors, but from the long hallway to your left. 

    The security guard, Marv, nodded his head as he looked at you once more before retreating back to where he was leaning against one of the walls. 

    “This is a surprise,” you rolled your eyes, “Tony, please. I don’t wanna hear it.” 

    He walked over to you, embracing you in a hug, “oh c’mon, I’ve missed you, Kid.” 

    You shook your head, “I haven’t been a kid in years,” you tried to remind him, but it was Tony, he wasn’t going to listen as he just laughed it off and welcomed you into his office. 

    It was much different from last time, all new furniture and appliances, but nothing lasted more than a year with Tony. 

    Tony was an old friend, sort of.

    He was an old friend of your father’s, something like an uncle, but also like your older brother. 

    So just one giant pain in your ass.

    “So,” Tony sighed. “What trouble did you get into this time, Kid?”

    You told Tony everything. 

    From being roommates with Bucky to the way he asked you to be his fake girlfriend to Sam’s wedding and all the way to the situation you were in now. Confronted by his ex-wife without any idea of what she was going to do. 

    Tony had that look on his face. The one where he was going to tell you that you were crazy. 

    “I don’t know how you manage to get yourself into these situations,” he chuckled, hand clamping over your shoulder as he walked around his desk and typed something into his computer. 

    “Last name is,” he looked at you. “Barnes.” 

    He nodded his head, typing away at his computer again before he stopped. 

    There was a brief moment of silence, Tony hiding behind the computer screen before he stood up and walked back around the desk, “I’m gonna need some time.”

    You understood, shaking your head. You were asking Tony to hack into any known database and collect as much data on Bucky as you could. It was wrong, but you just needed to know who you were dealing with. 

    “Thank you, Tony. I-I really appreciate it.��� You weren’t good when it came to...well, the heartfelt side of things but luckily neither was Tony. 

    “Don’t get sappy on me now, Kid. You know it makes me sick,” he joked playfully, smile on his lips as you stood up to give him a half hug. 

    “I’ll call you as soon as I know anything.” He promised before you walked out of the too-tall building with far more questions than you came with. 

    It was a waiting game that you didn’t want to play, but you didn’t have a choice. 

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    It seemed like your relationship with Bucky was doomed from the start. 

    Friends to lovers rarely, if ever, works out in anyone’s favour. 

    The fake dating trope you could handle, pushing your feelings aside to help Bucky win a bet didn’t seem like the worst thing in the world. You had a great time, great fucking sex, and a trip out of it. 

    Then Steve wouldn’t leave the picture. Going as far as coming to the wedding as Natasha’s boyfriend to spite you not realizing that you and Bucky had gotten married. 

    Married. 

    You and Bucky were married. Bonded in a whole other way and now, his ex-wife was out for you and him. 

    Maybe this was a sign from the universe, a big red fucking flag telling you that it wasn’t worth it and yet...you couldn’t let go. 

    The apartment felt empty without Bucky, his bedroom left the way it was in the morning with your favourite sweater of his laid out on the covers and a little post-it note on top of it. 

    You never could really decipher Bucky’s handwriting. It was absolute chicken scratch as you picked it up and managed to make out in case you get cold scribbled onto it. 

    It was an easy decision to pull it over your head and drown yourself in the scent of Bucky’s cologne as you fiddled with the small gold band you now wore around your neck as a necklace. 

    You didn’t want anyone other than Bucky. There was no in the world who understood you better. Who knew how to make you laugh when you were having a bad day. 

    Everything led you right back to Bucky. 

    So when your phone rang from the other side of the couch, you were secretly hoping it was Bucky. 

    Instead, Tony’s name flashed and your heart sank into your stomach as you quickly hit answer and held the phone up to your ear. 

    “You’re not gonna like this, Kid.” Tony’s voice flowed through the speakers as you took a shaky breath in and braced yourself for what Tony was about to tell you. 

    “He did a damn good job at erasing his history, but you can’t erase all of it,” Tony chuckled as you rolled your eyes, “quit stalling.”

    He sighed, “the Howling Commandos was an organization tasked with,” he paused, “tasked with collecting intel and making sure that information never got released to the public.” 

    This time, it was your turn to fall silent. 

    “Like, spies?” You asked and Tony hummed, “sort of.” 

    “They had spies, agents, hit-men.” 

    No. You shook your head, no. 

    “James Buchanan Barnes was their highest ranking hit-man. Him, along with Sam Wilson and Natasha Romanova worked as a team. A spy, agent, hit-man trio.” 

    You had to shake yourself out of spiralling, what you needed was everything Tony could possible tell you. 

    “Anything on his ex-wife?” You then asked and heard shuffling on the other line, “not much. Mary Barnes, but I doubt that’s her real name, was part of a training initiative the Howling Commandos were testing.” 

    You bit your lip, at least you had a name, even if it wasn’t her real name. 

    “By that point it looks like James—” 

    “Bucky. His name is Bucky.” 

    Tony cleared his throat after a moment’s silence, “Bucky looks like he had disappeared. Blipped off of the face of the Earth. There’s nothing in his file after 2014.” 

    That makes sense. Bucky was perhaps the most old-fashioned man you knew, only upgrading from his flip-phone just a few years ago. He barely knew how to unlock it, though. 

    “Sam and Natasha went on to live normal lives, Kid. I’m sure that’s all Bucky wants.” Tony tries to assure you and you laugh, “you sound like my dad.” 

    He laughed on the other line, “oh gross.” 

    “Thanks for everything, Tony.” You said, “you know what number to call in case you’re in trouble.” 

    With that, you both hung up, tossing your phone away from you to digest everything you’d just been told. You knew you had to talk to Bucky, but you didn’t know when. 

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    “So you’re tellin’ me,” Sam was confused. “That this is the same Mary that tried to get you killed?” 

    Bucky rolled his eyes, taking another swing of his beer as he rounded Sam’s kitchen island. 

    “That’s the one, you know, the undercover agent working for Strucker.” Bucky scowled at the name. 

    He was angry, beyond angry at the fact that his past was creeping up on him despite how far he had gone to erase it. 

    “But why now? Why come after you now?” Sam poses the question that even Bucky doesn’t have an answer to. So he just shrugs his shoulders and finishes off his beer. 

    “Unfinished business.” 

    They stand in silence for a little while longer, listening to the old ticking clock hanging on the wall before Sam takes a step towards Bucky. 

    “Whatever you need, you know that Tasha and I are here for you, right?” He whispers and Bucky feels the warmth blooming in his chest as he gives him a half-smile. 

    “Yeah,” he nods his head, “thanks, man.” 

    Sam knows that Bucky was never really good at the sappy shit, so he doesn’t force it. Instead, he offers him another beer, bottle necks clinking as Bucky’s thoughts race. 

    He was worried. 

    Not about himself, but about you. 

    And you were worried about Bucky, curling up in his bed as you sighed and tossed and turned. There was no way you’d be able to fall asleep alone tonight. And hugging his pillow just wasn’t enough. 

    So you grabbed your phone, hitting his name and waiting for the ringing to sound before he picked up — tired and groggy.

    “We need to talk.” You didn’t give him a chance to greet you. He sighed on the other line, but hummed in agreement, “tomorrow?”

    You hummed in response to his question, the sound of his voice soothing as you played with the sheets of his bed.

    “I miss you, Sweets.” Bucky whispered, your breathing hitching at how low and raspy his voice really was.

    “I miss you too, Bucky.” You admitted, shifting as you got comfortable on the pile of pillows against your head.

    There was a moment of silence before Bucky spoke again.

    “You know what ‘m really missin’ right now?” His words sent a shiver down your spine as you shakily inhaled, “what?”

    Bucky sighed, reminiscent of how he sighs when he runs his hands all over your body. 

    “I miss that sweet cunt of yours.” Bucky purrs, you know he’s smirking, possibly even dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he closes his eyes to imagine you under him. 

    You’re at a loss for words, feeling your panties grow damp, core aching and you’re going to have to touch yourself soon. But that’s all part of Bucky’s plan, you think. 

    “Here I am, all alone, with my hand wrapped ‘round my cock,” he whispers, but you can hear him stroking himself. 

    “And all I can think ‘bout is that way your tight little pussy grips me and milks my fuckin’ dick, baby.” Bucky was always so good with his words, knowing exactly what to say to make you melt. 

    And it was working, because you were a squirming mess in his bed. 

    “Well,” you could tell he was smirking by his tone, “what’re ya waitin’ for, Sweets. Go on, touch yourself. I wanna hear you work your clit.” 

    Your hand flew under your panties, being given the permission only made it sweeter as your fingers came in contact with your soaking folds. The sensitive bundle of nerves needed desperate attention as you slowly circled it. 

    “Good girl, that’s my girl.” Bucky praised, continuing to work himself. 

    “God,” he hissed, “can’t wait to have you all to myself again. Bury myself deep, maybe even have you sit on my cock as you beg me to do somethin’.” 

    You worked yourself a little faster, applying some more pressure as you let out a whine at his words. 

    “Add two fingers, Sweets. I know how much you love bein’ stretched,” Bucky chuckled deeply, “been thinkin’ of gettin’ you a mould of my fuckin’ dick for when ‘m not home.” 

    Oh my God. Oh my God that shouldn’t be so fucking hot so why does it make your walls flutter and breathing uneven as you have to stop yourself from actually fucking cumming. 

    He chuckles again, “yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” 

    You can’t verbally respond, too focused on the tight coil in your abdomen that’s ready to snap. 

    “I know you’re close, can hear it in how fuckin’ desperate you sound,” he pants, “so why don’t you make a mess all over my clean sheets.” 

    You gasp, how did he know, but you don’t get to dwell on it for much longer than a moment because your orgasm rips through you and leaves you panting Bucky’s name. 

    Both of your breaths are uneven and ragged through the phone’s speakers, bed springs creaking on Bucky’s side as he hums. 

    “If only you could see the miss I made for you, Sweets,” you shuddered at his words, closing your eyes to relish in the moment. 

    “Now get some sleep, okay? I’ll see you tomorrow.” His tone has changed, entirely sweet and caring as you grab the phone to bring him closer to you. 

    “Okay,” you reply, another lick of silence before you hear Bucky going to end the call but you stop him. 

    “I love you, Bucky.” You quickly blubber out and it feels good to finally say those words because there’s no more denying how you really feel about him. 

    “I love you too, Sweets.” 

    It’s a bittersweet ending to the phone call, thoughts and emotions running wild as you’re forced to remind yourself that Bucky has a lot of explaining to do. 

[rocorambles]

Jealousy

Pairing: Atsumu x Reader (Main), Osamu x Reader (Side)

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Rape/Non-Con, Misuse of Duct Tape, Non-Con Bondage, Forced Breeding, Forced Impregnation, Delusional Mindset

Summary: Atsumu is determined to prove that he’s the better twin for you.    

The first time Atsumu meets you he doesn’t remember you so much as he gets stuck on the fact that Osamu is dating someone. Osamu is fucking dating someone and Atsumu is still here single and alone in his late twenties, not a girl anywhere even in sight. It makes him livid as he stares at the identical face gently smiling at you, affectionately holding your hand, looking so damn happy and content. 

What does he have that Atsumu doesn’t? A successful food chain? Cool. But is he a pro-athlete? A medal winning Olympic athlete? One of the best setters in the country? In the world? It’s infuriating to think about and as much as Atsumu loves volleyball, even he dreams of love, marriage, a family of his own late at night when he’s alone on a hotel bed, only Sakusa’s breathing from the other bed in the room keeping him company. 

And those thoughts consume him long after he bids farewell to Osamu and you and suddenly the MSBY Jackals are in an uproar as every team member takes turns being sexiled by their blond setter when they’re off at their away games, as Atsumu nonchalantly strolls into the locker rooms to prep for practice, back littered with scratch marks that Bokuto tries to shield from Hinata’s eyes when the orange haired athlete curiously asks when Atsumu got a cat. 

Girl after girl walks in and out of his bed, his life. Most never lasting more than a night, a few returning for a couple more rounds in the bedsheets, one even manages to interest him enough to grab a cup of coffee with. But it’s the same verdict every time. He’s good enough to fool around with and he’s great in bed, but Miya Atsumu is not husband material, not when he’s already married to volleyball. 

The rejection only fuels his inner turmoil and the green eyed monster inside of him grows and grows, festering and spreading throughout him the more he stops attempting his futile attempts and instead turns his energy to loitering around Osamu and you, inviting himself over for dinners after practice, trying his hand at helping you in the kitchen for brunch on the weekends, crashing in your guest bedroom to the point that Osamu and you gift him a spare key to your shared home. 

Neither of you think much of it, Osamu joking to you privately that this is just Atsumu being the needy emotional brother he really is while you’re just glad to be able to get to know Osamu’s family better. So none of you notice how brown eyes inquisitively trail after the both of you, watching how the two of you seamlessly work out both your hectic lives, never letting the long hours at your job or Osamu’s restaurant get in the way of your relationship, always directing a warm smile or gaze at the other despite how obviously exhausted or far away from a good mood you’re in. 

And Atsumu lets himself believe that this could be his as he hungrily stares at the way you gently caress his brother’s hand, the affection in your gaze as you tenderly kiss him on the lips, the playful wink you give his twin when you tell him you’re getting ready for bed. He lets himself dream that it’s him who you direct those loving gazes to as you cheerfully greet him in the morning, handing him a coffee made just the way he likes it, placing a plate full of delicious piping hot food in front of him. He lets his hand wander down his shorts at night, straining to hear every detail, every decibel of your moans as Osamu and you make love at night, closing his eyes and stroking his cock as he imagines it’s him who’s forcing those beautiful cries from your mouth. 

But it’s not all a picture perfect paradise and Atsumu carefully listens in, alerted by the raising voices he hears through the walls as more and more time passes by. He’d noticed the growing tension in the house, noticed how the two of you were less affectionate, almost awkwardly shuffling around each other when both of you were home from work these past few months. But he couldn’t think of what could have caused both of you to act so strangely, so suddenly, when everything had seemed so swell. 

Curiosity has him placing his ear on the wall and he winces when he hears you shout, anger and hurt in your voice that makes his heart clench painfully, asking when Osamu was going to propose, telling his brother how you’re sick of waiting, how you want to get married and have kids soon. Something shattering inside of him when your voice becomes small and hesitant. 

“I thought that’s what you wanted too, Osamu. Isn’t that why we decided to start living together?”

He expects his brother to leap at the opportunity, to reassure you, yes, absolutely yes, we can get married right away. He knows that if their positions were switched, that’s what he would be doing. But his jaw drops in disbelief, morphing into a scowl when Osamu pleads for you to calm down, to be patient. 

“I do want that. But just not right now.”

“If not now, when? We’re not getting any younger, Osamu.” 

“But my chain is in talks of expanding and there’s so much going on. I just don’t have time-”

There’s a heavy silence as Osamu is quick to snap his mouth shut and Atsumu knows he’s cursing himself for the slip of his tongue, already knows the next words that are going to come out of your mouth, words he himself is all too familiar with from his own past failed relationships. 

“You just don’t have time for us? Me?” 

“That’s not what I meant…”

But it’s too late and Atsumu flinches when he hears loud angry movement, Osamu’s voice imploring you to calm down and stop what you’re doing to no avail as you stomp out of the house, slamming the front door behind you as you make your way to a friend’s house to spend the night apart. 

No one speaks of that night after you return to the house the next day and the three of you continue as normal. Or at least as normal as you can be after an unresolved disagreement that your relationship ultimately hinges around continues ticking like a time bomb in everyone’s minds. And it finally counts down to zero when Osamu packs his bags and plants a cold chaste kiss on your lips before heading to the airport and making his way to seal the deal on the restaurant expansion that’s taken over his entire life. 

Maybe it’s Atsumu’s fault that the two of you are drunk out of your minds, sprawled out on the living room floor. Scratch that. It’s definitely Atsumu’s fault and he drunkenly smiles at how out of it you are, heart warming at the giddy genuine smile spread across your face, happiness in your eyes that he hasn’t seen ever since that argument Osamu and you had. And oh, he didn’t mean to say that out loud and he panics, quickly sobering up when your smile falls at his words, eyes glazed in reminiscence as you think of that night. 

Atsumu isn’t known for his patience, but he waits, not uttering a single word, not moving an inch as you open yourself up to him, telling him your hopes and dreams that so closely match his own of a loving relationship, marriage, family, sharing about the argument Osamu and you had (unknowing of the fact that Atsumu already knows far more than he should). But when you frustratedly laugh at yourself, asking him rhetorically if you’re just being silly and naive, if you’re just a grown woman trying to fulfill a little girl’s childish dream, you’re stunned by the fierce denial from the blonde athlete determinedly staring at you.

“No. You’re not being silly or naive. ‘Samu’s being the idiot. Any man would be lucky and proud to have you as his wife and to create a family with you.”

Those words resonate with you, linger in your mind, further branded into your memory by the sheer sincerity Atsumu drowned them in. And maybe that’s why you find it impossible to play house anymore, find it impossible to live a forced and fake lie when you’re not truly happy anymore. It’s hard, heartbreakingly so, to part ways with the silver haired man when he still holds a part of your heart, but it’s for the best. Why continue when neither of you are on the same page in the long run? Why waste more precious years when you can actively work towards your desired future with someone else who wants the same things as you? 

It’s logical. It makes sense. And yet when you meet up with Atsumu at his apartment for dinner one night to catch up a few months or so after the break up you’re still doubting your decision. 

You had been surprised the blond setter had been so adamant about keeping in touch even after his brother and you separated, but if you’re honest, he’s surprisingly sweet and caring, someone you consider a true friend. So as awkward as it might seem to outsiders, the two of you remain in close contact and you happily agree to his invite when both your busy schedules finally match up. 

But as much as you like Atsumu, the two of you really need to stop drinking so much when you see each other and you let out a cry of frustration when your eyes immediately tear up when Atsumu casually asks how you’re doing as both of you sprawl out on his couch, trying to wave away his worried face as he hovers far too close to you, telling him it’s just the alcohol making you more emotional than usual. 

And you still blame all the drinks he had generously kept refilling for you for the way you sob and cling onto him as he wraps you in a tight hug, telling him how you worry all the time about whether or not you made the right decision to break up with Osamu, whether or not you’re ever going to find someone else, ever going to get married, ever going to have that dream romance you’ve always wanted, ever going to have the happy full family you’ve always yearned for. 

It all comes out of you so easily. But everything with Atsumu has always come easy and you don’t think much of it, finding comfort in his solid presence as he continues to hold you, letting him readjust and find a comfortable position-

You scramble to separate from him when lips tenderly meet yours, limbs flailing as you shove the man away from you, eyes comically wide open as you stare agape at Atsumu. 

“What are you- We can’t- No no no. All of this is wrong. This would KILL Osamu-”

Something inside of Atsumu snaps when he hears his brother’s name from your lips. Even after all this time, you’re still thinking of him? You still care about him? When the better twin is right in front of your fucking face? 

He doesn’t even register he’s shouting those questions in your face, barely registering your terrified eyes as you try to shrink away from him. But your movement of pulling away from him snaps him back to reality and reflexes has his hand twisting in your hair, grabbing you by your roots, fury making him numb to the way you desperately claw at his grip as he drags you to his bedroom. 

You’re too focused on soothing your aching skull when he finally releases you by throwing you onto his bed and pitiful tears stream down your face as you gingerly hold your head, ignorant of how the athlete is rummaging through his closet. In hindsight you’ll wonder why you didn’t try to run while his back was turned, although you already know the answer. This is just Atsumu in one of his moods. He didn’t mean to hurt you. He’ll apologize in just a second. Those are the thoughts fleeting through your mind amidst the sore ache Atsumu has left behind. 

But a warning bell rings relentlessly inside of you as you finally look up when you sense him approaching you, a thick roll of silver duct tape in his hands. 

Had Atsumu always looked so...intimidating?

You try to fight back as you’re suddenly pinned to the bed by a muscular body, flailing and thrashing as calloused hands hold your arms above your hand, tightly wrapping your wrists together, looping extra lengths of the tape around the headboard, securely fastening your arms up and out of the way. But it’s useless, pathetic really, although Atsumu thinks there’s something adorable about how hard you’re trying, only to be easily batted away by his much stronger body as he tears off your clothes and bends your knees, taping your calves to your thighs, one side at a time until both your legs are bound. 

And then there’s silence and stillness other than your wriggling tied form as Atsumu sits back and admires the view of your naked body, reality so much more lucious and gorgeous than he had ever imagined. You struggle against your tight restraints, recoiling as brown eyes leer at you, ravenously devouring the sight of your heaving breasts, raking down your figure before finally landing on your bare pussy on full display as his hands spread your bound legs on either side of you, palms searing your inner thighs with their unwanted warmth as he holds you open. 

One day he won’t need the resilient tape to hold you down and keep you still. One day you’ll let him have you of your own free will. One day you’ll see that he was always the one for you. But he can’t help but feel that there’s something breathtaking about how vulnerable and pretty you are, laid out for him like a wrapped present, something filthily attractive about how striking the silver stripes are against your skin. 

One day he won’t need the resilient tape...but that doesn’t mean he'll stop using it. 

You shudder as he trails his fingers over the duct tape, grinning at you all the while. 

“Can’t have you moving too much if I’m going to breed you. You’ll make all my cum spill out of you.”

He tsks when you frantically struggle at his words, pathetic begs and pleads spilling from your lips as dread fills you from learning exactly what Atsumu has planned for you and suddenly you’re all too aware of just how exposed you are, how tight the front of his pants look as his erection presses against the fabric, how far too close he is to your most intimate part. And you sob as he leans on top of you, pressing his toned body against yours, something hard pressing against your bare pussy as he captures your lips in a kiss to silence you. 

“I thought you would be more thankful considering how you were practically in my arms begging me for kids not even a hour ago. And now I’m here ready to give you what you want and you’re making such a fuss.” 

He rolls his eyes, scoffing as you only sob even harder, body shaking and trembling, sniveling as you stare up at him with teary eyes, begging him to stop. 

“Oh shut up. What? Are you worried about the order of things? Worried I’ll just knock you up and leave you alone? Don’t be stupid. I’ll make sure to put a ring on your finger and marry you after this. Who cares about the order of things when the end result is the same.” 

Your mouth opens and shuts a few times, unsure where to even begin telling him just how wrong his reasoning is, unsure how to even process his words. Ring? Marry? What-

But thoughts fly out of your head when a hungry mouth suddenly descends on your breasts, harshly sucking a nipple between wet lips, fingers roughly twisting and pulling at your other nipple and you wail at the jolt of sudden stimulation, too focused on the tongue lapping at your nipples and lances of arousal swirling inside of you to notice how his free hand is shoving his pants and boxers down and off. 

You hate how quick you are to melt into the delirious pleasure, body craving for the touch of another, to be brought to new heights by another after being left to your own devices for the past few months and you can feel your pussy clench and throb, feeling so exposed and empty, practically begging to be stuffed full as slick begins to form between your legs. And as if Atsumu can hear your body’s silent cry for more, he begins to push the tip of his cock inside of you and your back arches, mouth instinctively opening as he takes his time, pressing past your tight opening, slipping further and further inside of you until he’s finally fully sheathed inside of you, letting your body adjust to him as he continues licking and sucking on your breasts, groaning as he feels your tight walls clamp around him with every move of his mouth. 

Atsumu is not known for his patience, but he tries his damn best to take it as slow as he bearably can for you, dragging his cock back and forth against your gummy walls, constantly adjusting the angle of his hips with every stroke until you’re crying out, and he smirks triumphantly, memorizing the exact position and angle that has you seeing stars as he continuously hits that spongy spot inside of you. And all it takes is for his hand to slide between the two of you and gently circle your clit as he continues his steady assault to have you breaking to pieces underneath him, garbled versions of his name escaping your mouth as your orgasm washes over you in heavy tall waves, his own release joining with yours as your pussy convulses and milks him of his sticky white liquid. 

As post-coital bliss disintegrates, shame and relief flood through you, shame for enjoying it, relief that this ordeal is finally over and you wait. Wait for him to remove the tape. Wait for him to pull out of you. Grimacing as he affectionately nuzzles you and litters your face with kisses. But you panic, pure fear flooding through you when you feel his cock twitching inside of you once more, growing inside of you again. 

“You didn’t think we were done, did you? Need to make sure I fill you with so much cum that your body has no choice but to get pregnant.”

And he stays true to his words, fucking you over and over again, sometimes hard and rough, sometimes passionate and sensual, sometimes soft and gentle, but always finishing inside of you, adding to the splattered pooling mess inside of you. You feel disgusting, the increasingly wet noises as he thrusts in and out of the sticky wet mess inside of you permeating throughout the room, stomach feeling so bloated with cum that you swear you must be pregnant already. 

Quiet, relieved sobs wrack your body when the weight on top of you finally lifts, when he finally pulls out of you and your body slumps down, all the tension leaving it, discomfort taking its place as you feel a torrent of liquid move to rush out of your overfilled cunt, the beginnings of it already starting to trickle out. But despite your aching dry throat, you manage to let out a strangled cry of disbelief when your hips are uncomfortably raised up, upper body almost folded in half as Atsumu keeps your glistening pussy upright, not allowing even a single drop more to escape. 

And in this new position you have no choice but to watch, anxiety coursing through you when he tears off another piece of duct tape, chest hyperventilating as he places it over your gaping hole, effectively sealing you shut and despite the fact that you thought you had no more tears left to shed, new salty teardrops slide down your cheeks at the debauched site of your own pussy being treated as nothing more than an object, a receptacle for his seed, his beaming smug face between your legs only adding to your humiliation as he smiles down at his handiwork. 

All you can do is mindlessly stare when he directs his smile at you, verbally praising himself for how smart he is for finding a way to keep his cum inside of you and making sure all his hard work doesn’t go to waste, mind and body feeling numb and broken as he finally lets your body lay fully back on the bed, slumping down next to you in exhaustion and cuddling your listless and still bound figure. 

“We can go pick out rings together tomorrow, okay? Maybe try a few more times for some runts after. You think the more I cum in you, the better the chance that you’ll have twins?”

You don’t know, but you have a sinking feeling that you’ll soon be finding out.