#just never felt like oh I wanna be a man man man man eating steak out a models coochie or nun

[elfbarpaws]

Can I just wake up as that rabbit please???? Like this presenting as a 100% dude shit not it (for me)

[ventingfanfics]

OMG I LOVED YOUR PLAYER SHURI X READER FIC THANK YOU FOR WRITING IT!! would you make a part 2 please? maybe some fluff?? maybe the reader is shy cause she has never been in a relationship before ?

Thank you bby, love the request, hope you enjoy!

Tag list: @shinsousliya @tchhairbandhere

First part

Don't Wanna be a Player No More Part 2

Shuri waited until you were out of ear shot and completely out of the cafe. She leaned forward, eyeing Riri who sat across from her. “Aye, whatever you have Y/N doing today, cancel it. I’m taking her somewhere.”

“Well, alright then, boss.” Riri and M’Baku exchanged playful intrigued expressions. 

“Missing work for a date? That’s new,” M’Baku said before dipping his carrot into the container of ranch. Riri gave a long high-pitch hum in agreement. 

Shuri waved a hand dismissively. “It won’t matter. Y/N is always ahead of the game.”

“That she is.” Riri was in the middle of chopping her steak. “Don’t be distracting my girl.”

“Your girl?” 

Riri addressed an amused M’Baku. “You see her? Getting territorial already. I said what I said.”

“Oh, please, Y/N has herself together,” Shuri said, albeit trying not to smile. This was a habit whenever you were mentioned. She wasn’t very good at hiding it. “When others are trying to court someone it’s respected and considered  romantic, but when I do it it’s a distraction. How is that fair?”

M’Baku shook his head, partly amazed. “Wow. When the player gets whipped—hey!” His gaze turned into a glare when Shuri snatched a carrot from his plate. 

As you returned to the cafe, you found Shuri and M’Baku getting into it while Riri was enjoying her lunch unbothered. You noticed she had changed her seat and you couldn’t blame her because you wouldn’t want commotion—whether it was playful or not—to surround you as you were eating.

“Put me down, old man!” Shuri said as M’Baku had her over his shoulder. 

“Why is she acting like she’s not Black Panther?” Riri asked herself. Your laughter pulled her attention and she smiled. “Hey Y/N, you’re back.” 

M’Baku put down Shuri and seated himself again. “Don’t mind us, Y/N.”

Shuri seemed a little embarrassed. She was blushing and barely looking at you, which was new because her eyes normally stayed on you. “How—how did your call with Nakia go?” 

“Good, she just wanted to touch base about the project. Oh, and she’s looking to send over another referral that she wants me to train.”

“Look at you!” Riri called proudly. 

You grinned. “Thanks, love.” 

Suddenly you felt yourself being pulled into Shuri’s arms as she hugged you close. “You’ve been beasting since you’ve been here. We’re lucky to have you.”

You could have melted in her embrace and her words were like a caress. “Awww, Shuri. Well, when you have a supportive team, it helps.”

Shuri laughed some, piquing your curiosity.  She moved some of hair from her eyes, your own gaze tracking the movement. “I just think it’s adorable how you can’t take compliments without giving them back.” 

You giggled lightly, understanding her observation. It was also appealing that she was paying attention to you even when you couldn’t see it. “I mean, if the shoe fits.”

“They’re cute,” Riri glanced at M’Baku with a pout.

“Agreed.”

“We would be cute together. Don’t you agree?” said Shuri, her smile widening as she noticed the warmth show in your features. She glanced at her kimoyo beads, checking them before she lightly touched your arm. “Lunch is technically over, but I want to show you something.” 

It was a no brainer to accept this invitation.

“Does Riri know?” You looked at the genius. 

Shuri chuckled. “Yes, she does. I spoke with her.”

You smiled. “Okay. Lead the way, my queen.”

~

Garden paradise seemed to accurately describe the location you now inhabited. The skies were a beautiful purple mixed with blues and surrounded by ethereal greenery. It looked too good to be real, like these kinds of things only existed in paintings.

“Wow. This is otherworldly….” You spoke your mind. 

Shuri smiled. “Yeah, a part from its beauty, it’s a good place to come and re-ground myself.”

You stared at her, taking in this information. Your thought drifting towards Wakanda’s very own, the late T’Challa. Like many, you had mourned his passing, but you couldn’t begin to imagine how it had impacted—and still impacted his loved ones. And then on top of it, Queen Ramonda had transitioned.

“By the way, I’m so sorry…for your losses…” You said carefully. Until now you hadn’t been able to give your condolences directly. It felt like you’d be remiss to not do so when you had the chance. 

Her smile was small and she inhaled and exhaled. “I appreciate it, Y/N.”

You waited to see if she’d add anything more. Either way, you already planned to tell her your next statement. “If you ever want to talk, vent, or anything, I’m here.” 

She had an unreadable expression on her face now but the warmth in her eyes was unmissable. Truthfully, she sensed this about you. You seemed like the type she could come to about anything. Thinking this made her smile to herself.  “I do want to talk, while you’re here. Tell me about your family.”  She tapped your hip and started walking. 

You spent three hours just talking, further getting to know each other. Shuri even told you about the heart-shaped herb. 

~~

The next morning before you left for work, you received a delivery. Whatever it was must have been clothing because of how it was secured in thick coverage. You attempted to take it but was unprepared for its weight. 

“No worries, miss, we are bringing it in,” The delivery man said with a kind smile. His co-worker brought in the rolling hanger and then the outfit was hung up on it. 

“Who is this from?” You asked.

“The Queen.”

You wished each other a good rest of the day and then you unveiled the unexpected gift. Your lips fell ajar at what was revealed to you. A gorgeous evening gown. There was a note attached. 

Neatly written it read:

Entle Y/N,

I hope you will join me for one of my network’s business launch. 

Yours,

Shuri 

P.S: Use the card.

Card? What card? Upon looking around you noticed it on the bottom of the clothing rack. Your eyes enlarged at the very generous amount (imagine.)

Realizing you were going to be late for work, you hurried out the door, giving Shuri a call.

“Shuri!” You said when she answered.

“Yes, my love!” She matched your tone. 

“You sent me that dress and gift card?”

“I sure did. How’d I do?”

“The dress…Bast, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen! I’ve never owned anything like it before.”

“Well, it is yours to keep. Especially made for you.”

“So you did design this?”

She hummed in the affirmative. “Now, I didn’t know what kind of jewelry you prefer, so I’m leaving that up to you.”

“Shuri, this is so kind. I will be sure to repay—“

“I’m sorry, what? The line’s breaking up…”

“Ha-ha, very funny. Doesn’t matter what you say, I am repaying you.”

“Nonsense. I’ll see you later, okay?”

“But Shuri—“

“But, nothing. Seeing you wear it is payment enough."

~

Your shopping experience was going well what with excellent customer service, but like some things in life, it took a turn. As your time lengthened at the stores, you noticed some females staring at you. Some wore blank or curious expressions while others seemed hostile. You could only guess that it was related to Shuri. 

People were beginning to talk, noticing that the Queen held you in high regard. Naturally, this would come with some tension. You’d seen as much from the times you’d gone to the club with Shuri and how some of the women had reacted to you. 

As long as they didn’t try you, all would be okay. 

You went to another merchant and cleared your head, taking an interest in some of the pieces. They had an even better selection. But this time, you decided to find something for Shuri. You took comfort in that, wanting to do something nice for her. But then you got distracted by a not so-whispered conversation. 

“Is that her?”

“Yeah, that’s her…”

“She’s cute…”

“Yeah, she alright.”

Then there was a male voice, “She’s pretty. Just gives off innocence.”

“That’s what I’m saying! The queen needs someone who can handle her.”

The earrings you’d been looking at fell to the floor. The merchant went to pick it up as you had turned around to look a small group of friends who already had their eyes glue to you.

You raised an eyebrow at the two girls and one guy. “Can I help you?”

One of the girls was visibly amused.  “Are you dating the Queen?”

“Who wants to know?”

“So, that’s a yes.”

“Can you call her?” The guy asked with a dopey smile. 

“Maybe if you show some respect, I will.” You held eye contact just a little longer before facing forward again. 

“Here you go miss, I gave you new pair,” said the merchant. 

~

For the first time, you weren’t jazzed up to see Shuri. Even when you’d been avoiding her those weeks, you’d still liked being able to see and hear her. However, solitude was what you were seeking at this time.

But you wouldn’t turn her away, especially not after the gift she’d given you. 

“My favorite girl.” Her face was brightened when she saw you. You almost felt better from her greeting and hug.

You offered her the dinner you’d made, which she gladly accepted. You smiled softly, watching her eat in your kitchen nook. If she hated your cooking, she was a good actress because she was chowing down merrily.

“Are you just gonna stare at me or talk to me?” She teased. 

Your shoulders shook in humor. “I’m in a staring mood right now.” 

“I see.” She wiped her mouth with the cloth you’d provided her. “Speaking of staring, have you tried on the dress yet?” You could see the excitement in her eyes.

“No, but even if I had, something tells me you would want me to do it again.”

You could tell she was a little taken aback but she chuckled. “That is right.” She licked her lips. “Did you get the jewelry?”

Your smile faded and you quietly nodded. 

She tilted her head a bit, eyeing you curiously. “Okay. How did that go?”

You furrowed your eyebrows wondering if she knew. It wouldn’t surprise you. 

“I did get the jewelry, which, by the way, thank you.”

Now, Shuri definitely knew something was off. It was all in your body language and tone. She caged you in by where you leaned against the counter. You looked into her gentle yet probing eyes. 

“Usana…” She frowned in concern.

You sighed softly and traced her hand tat. “It was good, until some people started noticing me. I guess some people know we’re seeing each other.” You intertwined your hands with hers, hoping to calm her as you felt the stirrings of a storm.

“How foolish of me, I should have protection for you. Don’t worry, next time and every time after that, you will. Did someone bother you?” 

“No,” You shook your head, immediately wanting to dispel such a notion. Shuri’s eyes were becoming wild now. “Nope, nothing of the sort. Just some cattiness.”

“Cattiness?”

You smiled lightly. “Yeah, you know. It’s to be expected.” She waited for you to expound. “Just some immature comments about whether or not I’m cute and me not being able to handle you.” You chewed on your inner cheek, hating that your tone was becoming watery. 

Shuri released your hands, backing up. “What? Where was this?”

“One of the stores—“

“Which store?”

“I don’t even remember, but the store is not the issue, it was the patrons.” You chuckled. “And get this, this is the funny part. One of them had the nerve to ask if I could call you.”

Shuri rolled her eyes. “Believe me, if I spoke to them, I wouldn’t be kind.”

“It’s fine, though. No one tried to hurt me.”

“Doesn’t matter. You did not deserve any of that.” She sighed, pulling at her short curls a little. “I knew something was wrong.”

You looked at her inquisitively. “Hm?” 

“I just felt something wasn’t right, but I dismissed it.” She tensed her jaw, visibly going through a self-loathing. “This will NOT happen again. I can assure you.” 

You wrapped your arms around her waist, swaying her. “Like I said, I know there’s gonna be haters…I just hope you don’t feel the way they do.” You could feel Shuri releasing you again, a frown etched on her features. “Sssh, let me finish. They mentioned that I seem innocent and that you need someone who can handle—“

“That is the dumbest shit I’ve heard.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “But, what if they are right? I don’t have a lot of experience in certain departments…maybe you would rather someone who knows what to do—“

“Y/N!” she interjected firmly. “Stop the madness. I don’t care if you’ve never been kissed, everything we do together is a first for the both of us—it doesn’t matter who or what was before. This is about the memories we create together. Do you hear me?”

Between her words, conviction, passion, and frustration on your behalf, your heart fluttered and so did your sex. “You’re right.”

“People will talk reckless when they are jealous. Fuck them.”

There were a few times you would have liked to have kissed Shuri. Right now, that desire was at an all-time high.

“I’m gonna try on the dress,” You said, tearing your eyes away from her mouth. “And you can help me choose the jewelry. I also got some stuff for you.” 

You turned to leave the kitchen first but were smoothly stopped. Pulling you to her and holding your lower back, Shuri planted a kiss on you that was full of life and love. 

[vesper93]

Bones and All Q's/thoughts/spoilers (literally writing these as I watch for the first time):

1. Was that her dad locking her in her bedroom at the beginning?

2. Random aside- does Taylor Russell have some vitiligo on her face? I never noticed it before.

3. Ooft, that first shot of Sully standing on the street corner. 😬 The sniffing... ew.

4. The sound of him preparing that chicken. Double ew.

5. "We can hurt one another just as bad" - he's warning her.

6. I always wonder if human teeth are actually strong enough to bite through flesh just like *chomp* - I know we do it with steak and whatnot. I just kinda assumed humans would be tougher. Especially without cooking. Idk.

7. Being a cannibal would be a logistical nightmare. Like... a human being is BIG. How much could you actually eat in one go? Like, a thigh? What do you do with the rest?

8. "I profoundly doubt that" - yes Lee, see right through the creepy old man.

9. The Americana guitar throughout is very pretty. This soundtrack is cool.

10. I love how matter-of-fact Lee is. He seems very genuine.

11. The way he takes the shirt off after Kayla calls him a fa**ot hurts. He obvs took it to heart.

12. The first time we see them touch is in the slaughter house barn. Feel like that's significant.

13. Michael Stulbarg is amazing.

14. "There's before Bones and All, and then there's after" - I feel like this is true.

15. The drums of the soundtrack in IA - wow. Love it.

16. The trill of the music as the ferris wheel comes over the top and they're kissing - ❤

17. The look as Lee approaches the milk toss stand - Predator/Prey. Oooft.

18. Lee cruising that carnival worker should not be hot. But it is.

19. The pulling at the skin is a bit ew, but oh well.

20. "In my black cocoon I'm where no one can find me" - whilst Lee sits bathed in blood and moonlight. Double ooooft.

21. It's a good thing DNA matching hadn't been perfected yet.

22. "How dare you make this harder" - true lee. Like what does she want him to say??

23. I keep expecting to see Sully in the back of shots and it's creeping me out.

24. I get Maren's turmoil, but she doesn't need to take it out on Lee, who's also just trying to survive.

25. I have a kink for Timmy's arms, I've decided. I think Dune 2 where he's buffer might kill me.

26. She just fucking leaves him?! What??? He's the best thing thats happened to you!

27. Sully needs to fuck all the way off.

28. The scene where Maren is telling Sully "its gotta go both ways" - I feel her energy there. Its a young girl trying to placate a man who could harm her. That resonates. The stakes are different, but every woman can recognise the moment where they say "it's not you, it's me" to try and prevent harm. Felt that in my blood.

29. A man thinks they're entitled to something because they've misread a situation. Offft, that really hits close to home.

30. The scrape of the guitar as she destroys the tape.

31. I just wanna give Lee a hug.

32. Kayla seems really sweet, and I'm sad that I already know what happens to her.

33. What happens in the months Maren is away from Lee? What's she been doing?

34. The NE sequence is beautiful.

35. Idk how to describe it, but Timothée has a way of being *in* a scene that makes you feel like he's part of the landscape of it. There and natural. There is no acting, because he is in the fabric of the film.

36. I'll say it again but the guitar motif is just so beautiful.

37. The way the guitar just stops in that final scene when she opens the door. Fuck Sully, fuck him forever.

38. Sully is like Gollum. Except fucking weirder and grosser.

39. Okay, the bathtub scene is kinda grim.

40. How can something so grim make me cry?

41. Okay, new canon. Lee survives and the ending was just one of the psycho dreams, brought on by PTSD from Sully's attack.

42. The final shot is them afterwards. Surviving.

[oreomonsterhunter]

“I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight”

Pairing: Johnny x reader (or OC)

Word Count: 3988

Genre: fluff, not smut but they both really wanna toe the line

Warnings: language, some sexy kisses (cover your eyes kids)

Summary: Johnny takes his best friend on their first date

A/N: this has absolutely morphed into a long term couple, because apparently Princess has taken the reins 😂 if you like this, check out the rest of their story so far on my masterlist!

You were nervous.  Friends with Johnny since diapers, and somehow you were nervous to meet him in five minutes.  You glanced at the time—make that four minutes.

Pacing back and forth in front of the door, you smoothed down your dress again.  All Johnny had told you was to dress up.  He might be a fashion king, but he wasn’t exactly the best at sharing details.  You’d teetered between twenty different outfits before finally settling on a happy medium.  Couldn’t show up to a museum in an evening gown.  Well, you supposed you could, if you even owned one.  So the little black dress at the back of your closet was the final choice.  Safe enough for just about every venue, since Johnny hadn’t told you where your date would be.

You sucked in a breath, fighting against the nerves tight in your stomach.  Your first date, oh my gosh.  How were you supposed to date Johnny?  You’d done practically everything together already, what made this different from going to the movies together last week?  Aside from the obvious—last week, you didn’t know what Johnny’s lips felt like on yours.

Then you groaned at your sudden realization.  Jeez, you couldn’t do anything right in this relationship with Johnny.  You were about to have your first date but you’d already had a hot and heavy makeout session at an unmentionable hour of the morning.  So much for “will I kiss him afterwards?”  Dating for five seconds, and everything was already out of order.  You wanted to scream, but before your thoughts could really start spiraling, you heard a knock at the door.

You were sweating, oh gosh.  Did you need to reapply deodorant?  You froze, staring at nothing.  Until another knock sounded, this time accompanied by Johnny’s familiar voice, “Yo, are you ready to go?”

You sagged in relief.  Nothing else would have snapped you out of the nervous cycle better than Johnny being….well, Johnny.  And when you finally convinced yourself to open the door, the sight of his easy smile was enough for yours to appear, too.

“Well, uh, hi,” he stuttered, making you giggle.

You slipped on your shoes, grabbed a small purse, and locked the door behind you.  Then you linked arms with Johnny, “Alright, where to, mystery man?  You haven’t told me anything.”

“That’s mostly because I didn’t figure anything out until today.”

Biting your lip to hold back a giggle, you tugged him down the hallway.  “No wonder you didn’t share much detail.  I should’ve known.”

Johnny tightened his grip on you when you stepped out of the elevator, leading you to the car.  He didn’t say much, which was a bit out of character.  Frowning up at him, you tried to meet his gaze.  He finally looked down at you when he opened the passenger door for you to get in.  “You, uh, you look really nice tonight.”

A small smile bloomed, “Not looking so bad yourself, hot stuff.”

* * * * *

Apparently Johnny had picked out a restaurant for dinner.  A fancy restaurant.  You read through the list of entrees with a barely-concealed grimace.  “Do you know what any of these words mean?” you asked him.

Johnny beamed at you, “Nope, that’s half the fun.”

A waiter walked by with a tray destined for another table, and you both gaped at the miniscule portion sizes.  “Those look like appetizers,” Johnny said, goggling at the tiny salad. “Maybe I can order several steaks. I’d need about five of them.” He started eyeing the menu again.

“As long as you’re picking up the tab,” you joked.

“Oh, I thought you were,” he said, all wide eyed innocence.  You smacked his arm with your menu, fighting a grin at his usual antics.  The couple at the next table shot you a look, and you hunched back in your seat.

“Don’t worry, I’m paying.  Order whatever you’d like,” Johnny said, still puzzling over the ridiculous dinner options.

You frowned, reaching for your water.  But shoot, it probably cost five bucks for tap, you thought with no small amount of horror.  You set it back down before you drained more of Johnny’s wallet.

After a few more minutes of torturous silence, trying not to fidget too much, you leaned forward.  “Do we even have a waiter?”

Johnny jerked upright, looking over his shoulder at the man in question.  “I don’t know?”

“I’ve been trying to make eye contact with the staff for five minutes and they’re all ignoring me.”

Johnny blinked at you.  “Wait, are you ready to order?”

“No, I wanna ask if they charge for water.”

“No one charges for water,” he chortled.

“I bet it’s five bucks a glass,” you said, crossing your arms.

Now Johnny was really laughing, and half the restaurant was staring at your table.  “Only if it’s imported from the crystal springs of Iceland,” he said, grinning.

“Wait, really?”

“Hell if I know,” Johnny said, making you snort some of your water.  You shrunk down in your chair, hiding your red face while he kept laughing.

“I don’t know this man,” you said to the people at the next table. They stared at you, whispering among themselves.  Pouting, you turned back to Johnny.  “I can’t believe you booked a table here,” you cocked an eyebrow at him.  “I thought we were burger joint people, not escargot snobs.”

“Do you really not wanna eat here?” he asked, propping his elbows on the table.

You opened your mouth to respond, but your waiter finally showed up to take your order.  “Good evening, can I interest you in anything else to drink?”

“Any Icelandic sparkling water?”  Now Johnny was the one snorting inelegantly.

The waiter laughed, despite not knowing the joke.  “Can I interest you in a bottle of red?  You seem like a red wine woman.”

You smiled politely, reaching for the wine list when he offered it to you.  “Sure, I’ll take a look.”

The waiter smirked, eyes landing on you.  “I’ll have to card you, miss.”

Your brows raised, but you complied, digging out your wallet.  Across the table, Johnny cleared his throat, “Do I look like a red wine guy?”  But the waiter barely glanced at him before his eyes were back on you.

“Your photo doesn’t do you justice,” the waiter commented, handing your ID back.

“No one looks good in those pictures,” you chuckled.

“I beg to differ,” he said, then nodded at the wine list.  “What can I get you?”

You glanced over at Johnny, who was fidgeting enough to shake the table.  Curious.  “What do you recommend?” you asked, twirling a strand of hair around one finger.

“You might be interested in one of our finer vintages,” he began, leaning over your shoulder to point out a few wines on the list.  You heard a subtle sound, and out of the corner of your eye, saw Johnny’s fingers rapping the table at a rapidly increasing pace.  You bit your lip, focusing on the wines again, but not before adding a little more fuel to the fire.  Time to test your theory.  You crossed your legs, brushing one foot up Johnny’s calf in the process.  The man jumped as if electrocuted, his knees banging into the underside of the table.

“How about this one?” you asked innocently, looking up at the waiter again.

“A lovely choice, though it is on the higher range, so I’m not sure—”

“We’ll take it,” Johnny announced, plucking the wine list from your fingers and shoving it at the waiter.

You raised an eyebrow, but the waiter simply smiled at you, apparently unbothered by growly Johnny.  “I’ll bring that right out for you,” he said, taking the wine menu and leaving you to suffer over dinner options.

Johnny cleared his throat, leaning towards you again.  “That waiter’s a bit weird, huh?” he asked, watching the man walk away.  “He didn’t even ask what I wanted.”

You donned your best sparkly-eyed expression, “But he’s being so friendly!  He really deserves a nice tip, he had some helpful suggestions.”

Johnny frowned, “He’s obviously flirting with you.”

“No way,” you laughed, waving him off.

Johnny rolled his eyes, “Trust me.  He’s flirting with you more than I am, and I’m the one taking you on a date.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table.  “Maybe you should start flirting with me some more, then.”

Johnny sent you an indecipherable look.  You wondered if your teasing had worked.  But Johnny seemed to have calmed down some, now that the helpful waiter was out of sight.  

You shrugged, sitting back in your chair.  You changed the subject, giving the man a break.  “Seriously, we don’t need to spend this much on dinner.  I feel bad.”

“I thought you’d like this place,” Johnny said, brows furrowing.

“I will literally go anywhere with you, it doesn’t matter, I just….I dunno, I feel like I don’t fit in here.”  You weren’t quite sure how to express your fear that people would call you a gold-digger or something, only dating Johnny now that he’d achieved success.  Even if the two of you knew better, it still made your stomach twist.  And not in the nice way it did while watching Johnny’s hands playing with his water glass.  Shoot, shoot, shoot, now his fingers were wet from the condensation.  You really didn’t need to know what that looked like.  Had his hands always been that large?  You shifted in your seat.

Johnny’s mouth twisted in a wry smile, “I don’t know if either of us really fit in with the rich old person vibe, but I heard the food is good.”

I’d rather have a bite of you, you thought to yourself, twisting the napkin in your lap.  You’d never seen him in a suit before.  Or at least, not in person.

Johnny coughed suddenly, staring at you with wide eyes.  “What?”

Oh shit, did you say that out loud?  Your cheeks burned.  “Um, I’d be, uh,” you stuttered, trying to cover your mistake, all confidence extinguished.  “We could get burgers, or something.”

Johnny sat back in his chair, eyes on yours.  He smirked, and you wanted to disappear into a hole in the ground.  Oh no, he definitely heard you.

“As long as I get to keep watching you,” Johnny said, voice low.  “You really are beautiful, not just tonight.  Every night.”

You opened your mouth, not sure what to say, but knowing that you wanted Johnny to keep looking at you like that.  Like you were the main course.  “Johnny, I—”

“Your wine, miss,” the waiter had returned.  You bit back a frown, knowing he was just doing his job.  But he seriously couldn’t have waited another minute?

“Thank you,” you murmured, sampling the first sip before allowing the waiter to pour both glasses.

“Can I interest you in any appetizers?” he asked, pouring Johnny’s wine.

You blinked, having forgotten the menu entirely.  Across the table, Johnny pulled out the menu, but before he could point anything out, the waiter was hovering over your shoulder.  “Might I recommend the cheese board?  It will pair beautifully with this bottle.”

“Might I tell you my order?” Johnny said.  His smile was sharper than before.  You might have teased him some more, but you got a bit distracted by Johnny’s jawline as he turned to speak to the waiter.  Honestly, you were having trouble tearing your eyes away from him all night.  It felt like seeing him for the first time, and in a way, you supposed you were.  You’d always known Johnny was attractive, since the time all boys started to look cute.  You’d just never let yourself think about it too much.  Best friend mental boundaries and all that.

Maybe if Johnny hadn’t said anything on that night, you wouldn’t have ever seen him like this.  You wouldn’t have allowed yourself to admire the column of his neck, or his long fingers as they unbuttoned the top of his shirt.  It would’ve been you and your stupid butterflies trapped in the friend zone forever.

Thoroughly distracted now, you bit your lip as you wondered what Johnny’s neck would look like with some new decorations.

“You realize they sell food here, right?  You don’t have to look at me like I’m an appetizer,” Johnny whispered across the table dramatically.  You startled, looking around, but the waiter had left at some point during your daydream.  Oh gosh, did you drool?  You pressed the back of your hand to your face discreetly, relieved to find nothing of the sort.

Then your brain caught up to Johnny, and you looked up at him with a smirk, “You’re too big to be an appetizer.”

Johnny choked on a laugh, covering his mouth to hide his smile when the other diners looked your way.  When he appeared to have himself under control again, he eyed you from head to toe—or at least what he could see from across the table.  He shot you a grin, “You’ll find out soon enough, won’t you?”

You watched him through your lashes, not quite sure what to make of him anymore.  You’d had your fair share of fun with other guys, but never in a million years had you imagined flirting with Johnny so blatantly.  Let alone in a fancy five star restaurant like this.

A sudden presence at your side startled you, and you jumped a little when the waiter reached over your shoulder to set a dish down.  “Sorry for startling you,” he murmured, moving away slightly, but not before brushing your shoulder in apology.  “Should I leave you with this for now, or are you ready to order?”

Johnny’s eyes flashed, and you bit back a curse at the waiter’s truly stellar ability to interrupt.  “We’re fine, thank you,” you said, unable to stop watching Johnny.  Or his hand, slowly tightening into a fist on top of the table.

“Would you like to hear the specials tonight?”

You donned a polite smile, nodding at the waiter to continue.  While he read down the list of fancy-sounding entrées, you turned your smile on Johnny, who was vibrating in his seat again.  You could’ve sworn your water glasses were shaking, and you held back a giggle.  You uncrossed and recrossed your legs, extra slowly to make sure he got the message when you “accidentally” brushed his knee this time.  The vibrations stopped, and his eyes burned into you.

“Thank you, we’ll keep looking over the menu,” Johnny interrupted the waiter, his voice deeper than before.  Your smile only grew.

Once the waiter was out of earshot, you leaned in.  “Can we leave?  I can’t even kiss you here.”

“Yep, yes, absolutely,” Johnny said, standing up the second the words were out of your mouth.  He nearly upended the table, making you snort.  “Right now,” he nodded, striding for the exit.

You scrambled out of your chair, rushing after him.  “Johnny,” you hissed, grabbing his sleeve.  “We didn’t pay yet.”

He came to a halt in the hallway, and you nearly ran into his back.  Then Johnny turned around, and you became very aware of the semi-secluded location as he moved closer.  You squeaked out a panicked, “Not here!”  You backed away until he finally reached out, one hand circling your waist to reel you in.

Johnny’s eyes moved over your shoulder, then back to yours.  He smirked, leaning in close enough for you to feel his lips brushing your cheek as he murmured, “Tell the valet to get the car.  I’ll grab the wine.”

You could’ve sworn you felt his hand brush down your back, lower.  Your cheeks burned hotter.  But when you turned, Johnny’s broad shoulders were disappearing around the corner, and the waiter was hurrying in the opposite direction.

* * * * *

You ended up ditching the car and walking around the neighborhood.  You only looked slightly out of place with your high heels and makeup when you ended up at a tteokbokki joint.  You’d played rock paper scissors between that and burgers, and Johnny won, as usual.

After dinner, you were reasonably close to your apartment, so Johnny offered to walk you home. It felt like another one of your late-night adventures, except you were usually in sneakers. When your feet got tired, you stopped in the middle of the block to take off the killer heels, sighing in relief.  You slung the straps over your wrist, prepared to keep trudging along, when Johnny swooped in.  One second, you were on the ground, the next, you were admiring the top view of Johnny’s ass from where you were dangling over his shoulder.

“Johnny, what the fuck,” you asked breathlessly, dying of laughter.  And from his shoulder digging into your diaphragm.

“Are you crazy?  You could cut your feet open,” he scolded you.

“At least there’s a nice view,” you sighed, reaching down to pat his butt.

Johnny put a little bounce in his next step, and you grunted at the impact.  You could practically feel his smug little grin.  “Hands off the merchandise.”

“How is that fair?  You totally copped a feel back at the restaurant.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Bull,” you said.  “You went all ‘alpha male’ with that nice waiter.”

Johnny huffed, “I wasn’t jealous.”

You grinned in victory.  “I never said you were, mister offering-up-information.  Now put me down, you caveman.”

Johnny’s grip on your thighs loosened, and his hands slid up to your waist, holding you tightly as he helped you back down.  You froze for a second when your feet hit the ground, not expecting to be face-to-face with him so suddenly.  “Wait right there,” Johnny said firmly, finally releasing your waist.

You blinked at him in confusion, watching as he slid his suit jacket off.  Your eyes widened when he reached for you, but it was only to wrap the jacket around your waist, tying the sleeves into a knot to hold it in place.

“There,” Johnny said, nodding at his handiwork.  Then he turned, crouching down slightly.  “Alright, princess, hop on.”

You beamed at him, not that he could see it.  It wouldn’t be a walk with Johnny if he didn’t end up carrying you at the end of the night, you chuckled to yourself.  You were fiercely grateful to Johnny for thinking of his jacket—you weren’t quite sure how long your skirt was, now that you were wrapped around him like a koala.

“Thanks, Johnny,” you mumbled, burying your face in his neck.  “You’re the bestest.”  You left a smacking kiss on his cheek, and he laughed, tightening his hold on your legs.

Finally, you arrived at your apartment building.  You slid your heels back on, balancing with one hand on Johnny’s arm.  “I’ll walk you up,” he said once you straightened.

But when you got to your door, you hesitated, unsure what to say.  Was this the part where you kissed him goodnight?  You were torn, so at odds with the way the night resembled your old friend dates, only now things were different.  What were you supposed to do?

“So,” Johnny drawled, leaning against the wall.  “Where’s my tip?”

You stared at him, incredulous.  “Your tip?” you repeated.

“Johnny’s chauffeur service isn’t free,” he said.  “And if I remember correctly, you still owe me for last time.”

You cocked a hip, smirking slightly.  “Any preferred payment methods?”

Johnny blew you an air kiss, and you made a show of catching it.  “I take cash or card,” he informed you.

“What a shame,” you murmured, dropping your purse in front of the door.  “I seem to have lost my wallet.”

He watched you carefully, barely blinking as you approached him, one slow step at a time.  “Apps?”

You stopped mere inches away, “Not a single one.”

He swallowed, and your eyes tracked the movement.  Your daydream from before came back with a vengeance—you bit your lip at the thought of marking him up.  Then you leaned in, resting one hand on his chest.  His heart pounded through the thin dress shirt.

“Will this do?” you asked, lips just barely brushing his.  Nothing else touched, aside from your fingertips on his sternum, but you could’ve sworn you felt him shiver.

Oh so slowly, Johnny reached out, hands ghosting over your hips.  You smiled against him, then melded your lips to his, bypassing whatever hesitations were holding you back.  What was the worst that could happen?

You felt Johnny teasing at the seam of your lips and gratefully opened for him.  He inhaled sharply when you inched forward, your chest brushing his.  You couldn’t hear anything but your heart racing.  And when his fingers dug into your hips, you fell into the kiss.  He pulled you in like a magnet until every part of you aligned with him.  Your limbs felt molten, burning at the contact.

Johnny pulled away, but not for long.  You gasped for air as his lips traced over your jawline, making their way to the delicate skin beneath your ear.  He pressed hot kisses there until your neck arched back obediently.  And when he nipped at your throat, you whimpered.  Thoughtlessly, your hips rocked forward.  Johnny gave voice to a deep groan, so you did it again.

Growling lightly, Johnny curled an arm around your waist to pull you harder against him.  All of the breath left your body at the feel of his growing hardness against your belly.  You fisted your hands in his collar, tugging him away from your neck.  You caught a glimpse of his kiss-swollen lips and blown out pupils, then dove back in for more.

While your mouth danced with his, your hands dragged southward.  Your fingernails caught on a button or two as you traced the muscle beneath.  Now Johnny’s hips were bucking into yours.  You grinned savagely into the kiss.  You’d just reached his belt when Johnny ripped his mouth away from yours.  “Woah, woah,” he gasped.  “Slow down, there.”

You panted for air, “What’s wrong?”

Both of you were breathing hard, and you were having a hard time ignoring the elephant in the room.  Er, hallway.  “You’re not trying to take advantage of me on the first date, are you?” Johnny asked with a breathy chuckle.

You laughed softly, tilting your chin back to get a good look at him.  “Is it really taking advantage if you want it, too?”  You smirked at him, rolling your hips forward to emphasize your point.

He watched you through half-lidded eyes, and you could’ve sworn you felt him throb.  But Johnny, ever the gentleman, smoothed his hand down your back, resting his head back against the wall rather than picking up where you left off.  “Cut me some slack, I’m not wearing my sexy underwear tonight,” he said with a crooked smile.

Oh no, now you had heart eyes for the man.  You pecked his chin to hide your cheesy grin.  “You let me know when you are, hmm?” you hummed, placing another kiss to the base of his throat.

“Princess, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready for you.”

You giggled, leaning back in his arms.  “Am I so scary?”

Johnny sobered, meeting your gaze.  “I just don’t want to mess anything up.  Not with you.”

“I don’t think that’s possible,” you smiled at him.  “I trust you too much.”

“Oh yeah?  You still haven’t told me what you wished for on your fourteenth birthday,” Johnny taunted.

You tilted your head, thinking back.  “I didn’t tell you because I was hopelessly in love with you at the time,” you confessed.  “Now that’s out in the open, I guess you can know.”

Johnny blinked, taken aback.  “Even then?”

“Johnny, I think I’ve loved you forever,” you said, staring up at him.  “So of course I wished for the same thing every year.”

“What was it?”

Your smile widened, “Well, it already came true.  You said it, too.”

* * * * *

Masterlist

[be-gay-do-heists]

hardison/parker || masc day for parker, potentially while on date with hardison

i think it ended up a little more the dysphoria route with this one but i hope this at least touches on what u were looking for!! had a spark of an idea and had to write it :V

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If it was just the dress, maybe Parker could stand it.

Hardison had won choosing date night this time around, and he had suggested a new restaurant that recently opened up on the other side of town. A nicer restaurant. Which meant fancier clothes and Hardison had said the dress code recommended dresses so. The dress. It had been fine, leaving the brewpub in it to go meet Hardison at the restaurant. It was comfy enough, the fabric had a nice texture, and it was the same kind of green that you could see if you looked sideways at a professionally cut emerald, which was one of their favorite colors.

It was only upon arriving at the restaurant that they realized they really, really, really did not want to be wearing it.

And if it was just the dress, maybe it would be fine. But they were out in public, and Parker had come to understand over the years that if people in public thought they had your gender clocked, you had to act, walk, and talk a certain way if you didn’t want weird stares, unwelcome attention. A performance that they didn’t particularly have the energy for if there wasn’t a con and the promise of a payout at the end of it. The first “miss” they got from the hostess made them twitch, but they made sure to keep their mask up as they saw Hardison, already at the table, who smiled sunnily as they approached and stood to help with their chair. He was wearing his purple suit, the deep plum colored one that reminded them of a bottle full of red wine.

“Wow. You look amazing, I can’t believe you’ve been hiding that dress for so long,” he said as they both sat down. “It’s not one of Sophie’s?” There was a trace of playfulness in his voice.

“No, it’s mine, I didn’t steal it,” Parker replied, latching onto his good mood for stability. They fidgeted, hyperaware of their bare shoulders and the cut of the dress around their torso. “Well, not from her anyways.”

Hardison snorted in that fond way of his. “Hey, it’s not stealing if it looks that good on you. That’s just proper re-appropriation. Anyways, you’re gonna love this place, the whole idea is normal fancy food, boring boring et cetera, but! They change the colors around so it messes with your senses and makes you experience it differently, you get me? I’m talking like green steaks, purple mashed potatoes. Cool, right?”

“Yeah, sounds great,” Parker agreed absently, discreetly hunching a little and hoping Hardison wouldn’t notice. They fiddled with the utensils on the table, which had little chameleons etched on them. That was fun. This was supposed to be fun, they reminded themselves.

“Hey, you ok?” Hardison asked, brows furrowed.

A waiter came up before he could say more. “Welcome, folks, pleasure to have you with us this evening. Can I start you with drinks?” After Hardison, concern still showing in his face ordered a fruity-sounding cocktail, the waiter turned to Parker. “And for the lady?”

They couldn’t help their flinch, knowing that Hardison saw it, and pulled out their most flawless grifting voice to respond. They deflated a little again once the waiter left.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have said dress. I should have specified that you could have worn anything you wanted, who even cares about restaurant dress codes,” the hacker said, rubbing his hands over his face. Parker had to give it to him, sometimes his brain worked faster than his computers, and he was always twice as perceptive. “Is it a they night? A he night?”

Parker shrugged a little apologetically. “I’m not sure. It’s just really, really not a she night.”

“I’m really sorry Parker, I should have checked in before we came,” Hardison sighed, and having him in the loop did actually make Parker feel a little better. “Do you wanna get out of here? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable for any longer than you have to.”

Parker immediately felt bad again. “No, you won date night, you were so excited about this place.”

“Man, don’t even sweat it,” Hardison reassured them, waving a hand. “We can come back some other time when we’re actually feeling it. Or if it’s never the date vibes, I can ask Sophie if she wants to try it sometime. You know she gets a kick out of dressing up and I’m sure she would call this place ‘an exercise in creative expression and reaction’ or something.” He smiled at Parker’s bark of laughter following his terrible impression of Sophie, which made a couple other patrons startle in their seats.

“I don’t really want to be in this dress anymore,” Parker admitted. “Maybe we could go back to the brewpub and do something there?”

“Hey, if I ever refuse a quiet night in, know that I’ve been replaced with a clone or maybe a mind-eating fungus,” Hardison beamed at them, and flagged down the waiter to pay for their drinks with a tip that made the man’s jaw drop, letting Parker lead the way out.

On the ride home, Hardison gave Parker his suit jacket, pretending he was too hot even though it was damp and cold out. It was far too big for the thief and they thought it was kind of ridiculous how it came down to almost their knees, but the broad shoulders on it made them feel good. And the wine color purple was fantastic, even though they thought it looked far better on Hardison. They said as much, and took a silent satisfaction in the way Hardison ducked his chin to hide his face.

Entering back into the safety of the brewpub and the upstairs apartment took a weight off Parker, and they sighed, kicking off their shoes and slipping off Hardison’s jacket to cast onto the back of the couch. Hardison picked up to carefully keep it from creasing with a “heaven help me” kind of look. “You got everything you wanna wear here? Need anything of mine?”

“Mostly, but…” Parker thought aloud. “Could I borrow one of your shirts? The soft ones?”

Hardison nodded fondly. “Sure thing, lemme grab one.” While he was in the bedroom, Parker stripped off their dress like it was burning them, shaking the feeling of it away once it was off. They spotted their good jeans on the chair by the hallway that Hardison liked to call “Parker’s wardrobe,” where all the clothes they had left while over lived, and rushed to put them on. They were comfy and boxy and had a button-up fly. More buttons felt good.

“Incoming,” Hardison’s voice called, and he entered with his eyes covered, tossing a shirt in their direction. Parker jumped to catch it, and quietly approved of his selection, a wooly flannel type. They wiggled it on, tucking it in slightly, and exhaled in relief on how delightfully big it was, draping off the prominent muscles in their shoulders, leaving enough room on their torso so that the fabric wouldn’t cling to them. They rolled up the sleeves to expose their strong forearms, looked down at their broad hands. Yeah, this was much better, they thought, tying up their hair high.

“I’ve still got those canvases from last time, and the same paints, if you wanna do that. Ooh, I just got some good charcoal too if you’d rather sketch,” Hardison was saying, sifting through his art supplies. Parker bounded over and pressed up against his side. He jumped slightly but turned to look at them. “Feeling better?”

“Lots,” Parker hummed.

The hacker took in their outfit change. “And looking damn handsome too. Real suave, James Dean kinda look.” When Parker wryly grinned and crossed their arms, squaring their shoulders and standing tall, he mimed a swoon (Parker could see the slight, genuine flush that rose to his face). “So what do you wanna do tonight?”

“Dunno, it’s still your date night,” Parker replied, putting a little more husk in their voice and enjoying the way they could see Hardison’s thoughts stutter slightly.

He recovered quickly. “Well, all I want is a nice night in with my fella, whatever we do is gonna be more than alright with me.”

Parker felt another glow of joy at the endearment, and moved to wrap their arms tightly around him, one hand coming up to grip the back of the hacker’s neck. “Thanks Hardison. I really mean it.”

Hardison softened a little against their firm embrace. “Of course, I never want you to be uncomfortable. I love you.”

“I know,” Parker responded, and smiled mischievously into Hardison’s shoulder as he sputtered.

“Oh no you did not—“

[conniespringerblkwife]

Drummer Boy

(Connie Springer x Female Reader | NSFW)

A/N: So i was using the bathroom and then BOOM Connie fic idea. In conclusion, using the bathroom=best ideas.

Also I wrote this awhile back and since it’s Connie’s bday today, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to post it.

Warnings: Connie with eyeliner, Smut: Fingering, rough sex, and Connie grabbing the headboard

Summary: Y/N and her childhood best friend, Connie grew apart when once they began college. Three years later, Connie sees Y/N practicing and his feelings return for her.

*2,785 words*

Songs I listened to while writing:

Bubblegum Bitch by Marina and the Diamonds

Bad Romance (Lady Gaga) by Halestorm [Cover]

You and Connie used to be close friends since you were three all the way up to college.

Even though you two were best friends, you were polar opposites. He was an extrovert and you enjoyed quiet time by yourself. You had straight As, and Connie on the other hand, struggled in school. A D was an A to him. And although Connie was more popular than you, there was always one thing that brought you two together. Music.

Music has always been something you two can bond over. You played the violin and he played the drums. Even though you two enjoyed different genres of music, you understood each other's passion. Connie always wanted to play in a band and you always wanted to travel with a big orchestra and be first chair. You two understood each other's motives and worked hard everyday.

When you two started to grow up, you guys made a promise to never forget about each other when you two become famous. But that promise was broken, when you went to college. You and Connie both attended the same university, but became distant as you two joined different groups. You guys didn't realize the relationship died, it just gradually happened.

You both were caught up in different careers and lost time for each other.

You two met again, while you were practicing your solo, for an upcoming concert. You didn't realize anyone walked in until you heard the sound of clapping and a voice. "Wow!"

Your eyes adjusted to the figure below and you realized it was Connie. "That was amazing Y/n, you really have grown." He flashed a smile and you gave him a small one in return.

"Thanks Connie." You started to place your instrument in the case.

"How you've been?" He asked softly.

"Fine. And you?" You turned around to make eye contact with him.

"Good." You two stood in awkward silence. It's been so long since you two interacted with each other. You didn't know what to say. You guys haven't talked since freshman year of college, you're a senior now.

"Well, I'll go now." You gave him another small smile and proceeded. As you were heading out, you heard him call out your name.

"Wait Y/N!" You turned around and saw him jogging towards you. "Come to my gig tomorrow night."

"I don't know, I think I have practice tomorrow."

"Well if you don't." He pulled out a folded piece of paper out his pocket and handed it to you. "You're always welcomed." You studied the flyer and saw at the top, "10 pm: Riot of the Red Heart will be performing, 'There's a Hole in My Stomach.'"

"I'll see." You smiled and left the building.

*

You plopped on the bed and studied the flyer. "Riot of the Red Heart," you said to yourself. You decided to look them up and was amazed how popular they were on campus. You noticed they had an Instagram and clicked on their page. There were three members: Connie, a girl and a guy. The guy hair was pretty long and he had a beard, and also played guitar. The girl, you assumed was the main singer, had light brown hair and in her right hand was a potato.

As you continued to scroll through their page, you took note how happy Connie looked. Something in your heart twisted as memories came back, but you suppressed them and told yourself that you were happy that he was happy.

Unlike Connie, you didn't make any close friends during your four years of college. You had one friend named Mikasa and that was because she was your stand partner in orchestra, but outside of practice, you two never talked and if you did, it was only about what time practice was.

You put your phone on the charger and placed the flyer on the nightstand next to you, heading off to bed.

*

The next day you found out you didn't have practice and a part of you was happy that you could have a break. You decided to head back to your dorm and take a nap. It was rare for you to go a day without practicing, but you deserved it. You've practiced so much that your shoulders hurt more than usual. You would always forget to do stretches before and after practicing and would have to suffer the consequences because of that. As you drifted off to sleep you thought about Connie and wondered what he was doing right now.

*

"You guys excited for the night?!" Connie said wrapping his arms around Jean and Sasha's shoulders.

"Yep!" Sasha exclaimed, "Also after our performance can we go out to eat? I was thinking about that steak house down the street."

"Do you wanna go there because you've been crushing on that waiter?" Jean teased.

"What's his name?" Connie scratched his head and then smirked, "Niccolo?"

Sasha elbowed Connie in the side and walked off, " That's not true, I just liked the food there." Sasha crossed her arms while staring at the pavement trying to hide her embarrassment. "

"Mhmm, whatever you say." Jean remarked.

"Oh guys I invited someone." Connie spoke up.

"OOO who??" Sasha said.

"Her name's Y/n, she's a childhood friend." Connie rubbed the top of his head. "I want you guys to meet her."

"Oh she must be really special," Jean teased Connie.

"Yeah she is actually."

"Well I cant wait to meet her." Sasha said while throwing her arm around Connie's shoulders. Ever since Connie saw you yesterday, he couldn't get you out of his head. Connie used to have crush on you from middle school all the way to high school, but it left as you two grew apart. But those feeling returned when he saw you playing.

He didn't say anything that day when he entered the building and saw you practicing. He just stared in awe as you engrossed yourself in the music. Although you music was placed in front of you, your eyes were closed. It made him think how hard you have been working that you didn't even need to look at the music. He hoped you come tonight because he really missed you, and wanted to start over with you and possible relationship.

*

When you woke up , you saw that it was 9:00 pm. Your eyes then traveled to the flyer next to your clock. Connie's performance started in an hour. "I guess I could go." You said to yourself as you got ready.

You threw on a sweatshirt and jeans and fixed your hair before grabbing your purse.

Connie's band was performing at a small place called, The Corps Club.

When you entered the club, there were a lot of people, but it was pretty calm. Everyone was genuinely having a good time and you cursed yourself for not bringing Mikasa with you. You felt awkward as you sat at the bar fiddling with your purse, hoping to see Connie.

"Can I get you something?" A bartender said while cleaning a cup.

"Just a lemonade please, thank you." You were so focused on watching the bartender pour your drink you didn't even notice the presence beside you.

"Y/N Hey!" It was Connie. You took in his appearance and noticed he had on black eyeliner and wore a gray shirt that no sleeves along, a sliver necklace around his neck, and a chain that hooked to his pants. "I wasn't expecting you to come." He leaned on the table, "Hey Levi I'll pay for it."

"Oh no Connie that's okay." You protested but the man already took the money. "Thank you." You said softly while taking a sip of your drink.

"Thanks for coming y/n, I really appreciate it."

"Of course."

Connie then grabbed your arm and pulled you through the crowds of people. "I want you to meet my friends." He shouted and lead you through a door. "Guys I want you to meet y/n."

You seen them before, but it was different seeing them in person. "Y/N this is Sasha and Jean."

"It's so nice to meet you!" Sasha said and then pulled you into a hug. "Any special friend of Connie's is ours too. You want some chips?"

"No thanks," You said, your face heating up slightly at the thought of Connie talking about you to his friends.

"I'm Jean." He said as he held out his hand. You didn't imagine him to be so tall you thought as you shook his hand. "Connie you didn't tell us your friend was hot." Your eyes widened at his words.

"Jean please shut up you're making her uncomfortable." Connie said while hitting the back of his head.

"Anyways y/n, we're performing a song called There's a Hole in My Stomach. It's about a guy and girl who are twin flames, but the girl gets shot in her stomach and the boy basically loses another piece of himself." Your mouth opens slightly at the sad, but oddly specific, story behind the song. "I know right depressing, but it was Connie's idea." Sasha continued.

"We have five minutes 'till we perform...Y/N I'll show you a good spot to watch us." Connie said while grabbing your arm. He led you to the front row, "This seems like a good spot." He then pulled you into a hug and you felt your heart beat quicken. "Thank you y/n," he whispered into your ear. He pulled away and ran off, leaving you stunned.

You were blown away how good Connie's band was. Although the topic of their song was depressing, they played as if it wasn't. The three complemented each other so well. Sasha's voice was also beautiful and powerful. Jean played the guitar with a smirk plastered on his face as he rocked his head back and forth (let me stop before i turn this into a jean fic).

You then looked over to Connie and saw how intense he was as he hit the drums. It was like he was different person. You seen him play the drums before in high school, but that was nothing compared to now. His muscles flexed as he drummed. You thought he looked sexy, especially with the sweat gliding down his face and his eye liner starting to smudge. As if he heard your thoughts, Connie made eye contact with you and winked and quickly looked away.

After the performance you met up with the three and congratulated them. "You guys did amazing and Sasha your voice is so beautiful."

"Thank you." She said while wiping the sweat off her forehead. They all were sweating and you saw how Connie's eyeliner was now smeared across his eyes. "Are you coming with us to eat?"

"Oh no, it's late, I need to get back to my dorm."

'Are you sure Y/N?" Connie said while patting his neck with a towel.

"Yeah..Thank you."

"Well let me walk you back since it's late." He said while throwing his towel on the couch.

"Bye y/n!" Jean and Sasha said as you and Connie headed out.

The walk back to your dorm was silent until Connie said, "Thank you for coming. I'm so happy to see you again."

You smiled, "Of course Connie."

"It's been a long time since we seen each other." You hummed in agreement. "I missed you so much y/n" Connie stopped walking and stared into your eyes.

"I missed you too." There was tension between you two and you didn't know why, but you continued walking anyway.

You two were now in front of your dorm's door. "Thank you for inviting me Connie. Good night." As you were going to open your door Connie then said, "Y/n wait." You turned around in confusion.

"I want to start over."

"What?"

"I really missed you. Like a lot." You nodded your head, confused to where he was going with this. "Fuck it." He then pulled you by your waist and pressed his lips against yours. Your eyes widened at his sudden actions. You knew you should've pulled away but you couldn't.

You two were now in your dorm and you made out with each other as you straddled his waist at the edge of your bed. His tongue explored your mouth as he rubbed and squeezed your thighs.

Wanting more friction, you decided to rock against him and he groaned in your mouth. "Keep doing that." He said against your lips as he slid his hands under your sweatshirt to unstrap your bra. You were still in shock that you were making out with your old best friend, but that thought left when you felt his big hands cup your breasts and his thumbs circle your nipples.

He pinched and twisted your nipples as his mouth traveled from your cheek to your neck to suck on the skin.

You ran your hands through his hair and noticed that it was longer than last time you remembered. You giggled as a memory of you calling Connie a bald penguin popped up in your mind.

He then took your sweatshirt off and stared at your breast and then he squeezed your hips, urging you to keep grinding on him. "Stop staring."You whispered in embarrassment. He then attached his mouth to your nipple and you gasped at the wet feeling. His hands traveled your body up and down, his hands rubbing your curves and then cupping your ass as you continued rocking against him.

Your panties were wet and you wanted nothing more than for him to touch you where you most needed it. He didn't notice you unbuttoned your pants until you grabbed his hand and slid it down to cupped you down there. He felt how warm and wet you were and began caressing you gently through your underwear.

He then pulled your panties to the side and rubbed a finger up and down your folds before placing his middle finger inside of you. You hid your face in his neck as you rocked against him while he placed another finger inside of you. He rubbed his other hand up and down your back to ease you. "You're so beautiful," he said softly before placing a third finger inside of you.

"Connie" You moaned his name and that's when he lost it. He pulled his fingers out of you and laid you on your back. He shoved your pants and underwear down while he peppered kisses on your neck. You kicked the remaining clothing off your legs and pulled his shirt off while you wrapped your legs around his waist.

You two were now fully naked as Connie teased your folds with his penis. You bit your lip in anticipation. "Connie pl-" before you could finish he pushed himself inside of you and you clawed at his back as he stretched you out. He moved slowly first and you watched as his chain dangled in front of your face. You took that opportunity to grabbed him by his chain and pull him into a kiss.

He started to pick up his pace and you had to hold onto his shoulders for support. "So fucking tight." He said as he watched how you took him so well. When he felt you loosen up, he took the opportunity to lift your legs over his shoulder and pound into you. This new angle had you gasping for air as his hips snap against the back of your thighs.

His hand was gripping the headboard to go faster and his other hand also had a death hold grip on your waist, you knew there will be a bruise there tomorrow but you didn't mind. The more you said his name, the faster he would go.

He slowed down a bit when he felt your walls clench around him. You were close and he had to control himself because he wanted to make you cum first before him.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came intensely and then a few moments later, Connie also came.

Connie then pulled out and collapsed on top of your body, then proceeded to give you small kisses between your breast. You both were breathing hard and you felt a small smile slowly form on your face. "I know this wasn't the proper way to build our relationship back up." He said against your skin. "Let me make it up to you and take you out tomorrow." He looked up at you through his long eyelashes.

You smiled and brought his head up to kiss him again, "I would love that."

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How Will I Know? -part two

Pairing: Jethro Gibbs/reader

Summary: In which the reader finds out that Gibbs is in fact, in love with her too

Warnings: smut, NSFW 18+, oral receiving(female)

It’s been three weeks since your discussion with Gibbs, and he’s been giving you the silent treatment all those 21 days. It was agony, and you felt so small whenever you were near him. His hard gaze towards you made you overthink and regret ever opening up to him like that, and it made it even harder to do your job with Abby. Forensics was hard enough, Gibbs made it even harder when he kept entering the office every hour. 

“Abs! What do ya got?” He says, entering your shared office in a swift motion. You watch the two as they interact, Abby sharing the details of the prints you two had found on the Vic’s jacket. 

“Great job, Abs. Y/n, I expect you to do the same.” Your blood boils at Gibbs’ remark, but you swallow your pride and continue to work on finding DNA matches. Abby looks over to you and grimaces. “He didn’t take it well, did he?” He didn’t at all, you think, acted like a big baby about it. 

You sigh, looking down at your sample and face her. “No he didn’t. He’s been giving me harder tasks and giving me the silent treatment for almost a month.” You swivel in your chair before getting up to continue your rant. “Abby, I thought  Gibbs and I were close. He opened up to me about more than he’s ever opened up to any of you guys, no offense.” 

“None taken!” She responds. “Maybe he’s processing it, giving it some time to swish around in his little noggin. If it gets to a point where you can’t take it anymore, talk to him, y/n. You deserve closure, at the least.” She hugs you, patting you on the crown of your head before getting back to work. The work day proceeds the same, catching the suspect before the two day period runs out. 

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It was midnight when you guys had finished, and you and Gibbs were the only ones left at your desks. It’s been hell working in silence; usually you two would find something to talk about, maybe you would ask him about his boat or he would ask you about your latest puzzle. Either way, it was awkward and uncomfortable. 

“Gibbs?” You ask, the waver in your voice instantly detectable. 

He doesn’t look up from his paperwork. “Yes, y/L/n?” He hasn’t said called you by your last name since you were a probie, and that was the last straw.

You shift in your seat, “I think it’s about high time you give me an explanation!” His head snaps up, a glare already storming in his steely blue eyes. “I’ve been honest with you on how I felt about you. Was it the perfect time and place? No. But I don’t regret it. The only thing that I regret about this is letting you leave without telling me the truth.” He’s silent for a moment, trying to call your bluff; only to be found with tears in your eyes and the devastation wreaking havoc on the color of them.

It’s not long until he gets up, reaching to your desk in a few long strides. You can feel your heart hammering in you chest, and the nervousness ate at the pit of your stomach.

“Jethro, are you-?” He yanks you up with one hand, not too rough, but enough to pull you flat to his chest , the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. You smell him; sawdust and bourbon. Smoky with just a hint of manliness.

“I have tried incredibly hard to keep my distance from you because all I want to do is kiss you.” You knew Gibbs wasn’t one for words but even the simplest of sentences behold the deepest meanings. You looked into his eyes, memorizing the image of yourself reflecting back at you, hoping that you will be for his eyes only now on.

“Then kiss me,” you say, craning your neck for him as he dips into your mouth, growling at the taste of your lips against his. His hands travel further, cupping both of your ass cheeks and pressing you into him. You gasp into his mouth, scratching at the base of Jethro’s neck.

“Jethro, please I-“ You whine, backing up into your computer desk, careful of knocking down the computer. “What do you need, babygirl?” You could feel the corner of something digging into your back but you didn’t care. 

“I want you. All of you.” You say, against his lips that were still currently attacking yours.Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the warmth and rigidness of his muscled back. His lips leaves yours, dragging a whine out of you from the loss of contact. 

“Meet me at my place, tomorrow evening. Dinner’s on me, you bring the bourbon.” He leaves you a sweet kiss, another following on the corner of your mouth. You pack up and are about to leave when he stops you. “By the way, you were never just a friend to me.”

You sigh, grinning up at him. “You sure you don’t want to come to my place? I can think of a few ways to prove myself to you. Well, more or less, show you.” He smirks, chuckling before playing with the strap of your bra, peeking out from underneath your short sleeve top. 

“Well, as much as I believe you can show me, I also believe in the art of suspense and surprise. So, tomorrow at eight.” 

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The time to go over Gibbs’ place tonight was almost upon you, the hour hand reaching 6:30. You were in the shower, currently listening to every power-up song there was, and scrubbing your skin until it was red. Once you knew that you’ve been in the shower for way too long, you stepped out, wrapping a fluffy towel around you and hurried to your bedroom to pick out your outfit. You didn’t want to dress up to much, knowing that Jethro would most likely be wearing a button up t-shirt and jeans. You settled on a tight black shirt, paired with simple blue jeans. You had opted to curl your hair, letting it fall into loose waves and for your makeup, simple but with a bold red lip. It was 7:30 by the time you were done getting ready, so you packed up the bottle of wine and headed to his his house.

The phone rang a few times before he picked up. “Yeah, Gibbs.” 

“You still answer your phone like that with your significant others?” You say, smiling as you turn down his street. 

“Who said you were my girlfriend?” He asks, the joking evident in the way he chuckles at the end. 

“Well, what I’m wearing under my clothes and the way you kissed me last night said otherwise.” You park your car in his driveway. “Now open up Marine or I’m leavin’.” The phone call ends and the door opens, revealing Jethro, who actually looked like sex on legs. He donned a jean button up, and cargo pants. 

“Wow.” Is all he says, watching as your chest gleamed under the light of his kitchen. “Wow, yourself.” You respond, leaning in to kiss his jaw. “You looking like that makes me wanna skip dinner and get to the fun stuff.” He smiles, looking down at your smirking face. “Well, if you keep talkin’ like that, I might end up being hungry for somethin’ else.” He leads you to the kitchen were he made an excellent dinner of steak, potatoes, and some veggies. 

“Why did I known you were a meat and potatoes kind of guy?” You quip, watching as he smirks at you before cutting into his steak. 

“I’m a simple man, y/n. I know what I like.” You knew that his last sentence has a double entendres, and it makes the corners of your mouth quirk up a bit. 

“I don’t doubt that you do.” You say, and the two of you eat your dinner in a comfortable manner, it felt natural, like you knew that fate had brought you together, but you wouldn’t tell him that, not yet. You still had the fear of losing him, of him pushing you away like he did with his ex-wives, and you didn’t want to ever be referred to as Jethro’s ex-wife. 

“Something on your mind?” He asks, cutting through the silence and shaking you out of your head. 

“Oh, it’s nothing. Just thinking.” You shrug, forking more veggies into your mouth. 

“Nothing is always something. What are you thinking about?” he puts his fork down and rest his elbows on the table, folding his hands. You sigh, putting your fork down.

“It’s gonna sound embarrassing if I tell you.” 

“No, it won’t.”

“Well,” you begin, the fear in your throat rising. “You know how I feel about you, and I’m just thinking about why I took this job in the first place. I love forensics and working with Abs is just one of the many perks of the job.”

He laughs, “ She is a character.” 

“But, I think the biggest perk there was, is you.” You look up at him, and find him walking up to your chair, and lifting you up from it. “Yeah, I think I’d agree too.” His hands ghost up your arms, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His lips find your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses causing you to moan softly and grab his biceps in an attempt to stable yourself. 

“Jethro...” you mumble, watching as he stares down at you with his steely blue eyes, looking at how the icy blue ring deepens with lust. His lips are on yours in a flash, and something tells you he couldn’t handle not kissing you for long. You match his pace, a kiss full of gnashing teeth and hot breath. Your hands reach up to wrap around his neck. “God, you taste so good, J.” You feel his shit-eating grin on your lips before you pull away.

You grab the bottle of wine and two glasses. “Meet me upstairs in ten minutes.” You wink at him before walking off upstairs, not without adding an extra sway to your hips. 

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The Marine had finished cleaning up dinner in record time, and you had finished putting lotion all over your body, brushing your teeth, and positioned yourself in just your panties on his bed; they were lace, of course. It was when you heard Jethro coming up the stairs that the excitement starts eating at the pit of your stomach. You’re sipping on your third glass of wine when he opens the door and stops in his tracks when he sees you.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He states, his eyebrows raised with a smirk. “you’re looking real pretty right about now.” He can tell your nipples are perked, and are in desperate need of attention. “Well, don’t just stand there with your mouth open, come put it to good use, mister.” He smirks, his hands in his pockets as the tightness in his pants grew, he felt it as he was walking towards you. Shoving his socks and shoes off, he climbs on the bed, taking your wine glass and sipping it with once again, a smirk. Setting your wine glass on the bedside table, he envelops your lips in a fiery kiss, licking into your mouth and tasting the Cabernet on your tongue. His hands find your hips, squeezing as he breaks contact with your lips. He sits up as you climb into his lap, your arms ghosting over his broad shoulders meanwhile grinding into his bulge. 

“I love you,” you remind him, watching as his lips turn into this wide smile, as if the heavens opened up to him, and that would be alright because he could die a happy man right about now. 

“I love you, too.” He kisses you, and maybe you were just in a daze but you felt every emotion in his kiss. As if he was telling you something without actually telling you. His lips trail further down your collarbone, sending chills through your spine and when he reaches your taut nipples, it causes you to let out a high-pitched gasp. His tongue swirls around your teased bud, nipping it a little.

“For years, I’ve dreamt of knowing what was under these clothes of yours, and you know what? My imagination is nowhere close to the real thing.” He lays you down, watching as your hair cascades against his pillow. “I’m gonna show you what it’s like to be with a man, sweetheart.” You giggle at him, but it’s suppressed once he dives into your pussy. Licking and sucking at the small bundle of nerves you know most men can’t find. 

“Oh, Jethro!” You gasp, hands tangling themselves into his short silver locks. “Just like that... just like that” you mumble, his fingers working your tight hole, hot, wet, and tight. You were nearing your release when he releases his fingers and mouth, coming back up to kiss you before shedding off the rest of his clothes. “Wha-” he smirks down at you, before tugging at his cock, entering you  in a swift motion. Your gasp was swallowed by another kiss, but he didn’t move, allowing you to adjust to his larger size. Once you tap his shoulder, he moves, slowly but gradually picking up pace once he hears your tiny whimpers and mewls.

“So fucking tight,” he adds, his sharp and heavy thrusts causing your breasts to bounce, and his large hand moved from the pillow by your head to capture your breast. You left out a high-pitched moan as his thrust sends you into overdrive, nails scraping at his shoulders while you moan out his name like a mantra.

“Good girl,” he moans, getting close to his end as well. His thrusts start to sloppy and with a guttural groan, he comes, spilling his hot seed inside you.

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Your fingers were trailing his face, committing his looks to memory, as if one day you’d wake up and he wouldn’t be there. You’re figuring he’s doing the same since he’s looking at you like you’re the only one in the world who’s made him feel so strongly about someone. There were no need for words, because everything has already been said.

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[mysticgoblinwriter]

Driving In A Cold Sweat; There Is No One On This Highway

Warnings- Murder, infidelity, swearing, food imagery, shitty parents, i made Steve the villain who’s in the HOA and a politician, adult content, dark!reader, cheating, a bit of flirting, mental health joke (mental health is NOT a joke, y’all), religion symbolism, dark!steve, peggy x bucky,

Word Count- 1.9k

kudos to @blackberrybucky for being my soundboard, and @fandomsandxfiles for being my beta reader. Love y'all

a/n- This is inspired by Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas.  Its really dark, and I surprised myself writing this but I like it. I also changed the landscape to desert. Leave comments if you want! As many as you like, I fangirl over my work too. All writers should, its selfcare.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND SOFT TURN AWAY NOW; MINORS DNI

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE. A REBLOG IS APPRECIATED. A REPOST IS NOT.

Bucky looks you up and down, taking you in like you are the gods own ambrosia.  “So, doll.  What brings you to this shit hole?”

You laugh to yourself.  “I murdered somebody.”- was the sentence that also inspired this but its not in the actual story.

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The radio gave out miles ago.  It was emitting nothing except for crackling and static.  Every now and then it would cut back to a sermon, funnily enough it’d been the same one that was on when you started your trip.  Sunset was a little ways off.  If you looked hard enough you could see coyotes just off the asphalt.  Alive, yes.  But just how long had their souls been gone?  Someone was screaming.

A man.  You’d heard that scream before.  Seared into you memory like that steak you had for your 15th birthday. It was right next to you.  Oozing blood and raw-red.  You could hear the clink of the knife as it scraped against the plate.  Shaking your head to clear it, you notice an exit with a gas station.  “Now’s a time as good as any to stop.”  Gravel crunches as you slide up next to the pump. The neon beer lights from the bar across the road are calling.  But you can’t answer. The gas handle is slick and grimy, you’ve felt something like that before, but you can’t remember what.  A fuzzy noise in the back of your ears gets your attention.  Another truck has pulled in.  Right in the spot next to yours, never mind the dozen others that are free.  A bulky man steps down, his face hidden by a rangers hat.

You could tell he worked out though.  And had hair in need of a washing.  Clunk.  The tank was full.  You thought it best to leave before anyone could place you, but your stomach needed something other than greasy two-bit fast food.  You glance around, looking for any sign that promised a hot meal.

“Looking for something, doll?” You let out a small gasp.  He was staring straight at you now.

“Does this shithole have a place to eat?  I might have to start eating the cactus.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, there’s a diner about half mile down the road.”

His face brightens like he just thought of something.  “You wanna meet me there?  I’ll buy dinner?”  You weigh the options.  You can’t have anybody recognize you; but your cash is getting low and however you can stretch it, you must.  You nod once.  “Sure.”

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The diner is every trope you’d seen in the movies your pops watched when he got off work.  Flies buzzing, neon sign flickering, checkered tile.  It even had the shiny red leather booths.  What a dream.  “Getcha a seat anywhere, honey.  I’ll be right over,” came a perky voice from the back.  Presumably a waitress. You choose the booth near the back exit.  Its always good to have a backup plan.

The man said he needed to get something at the mini-mart, that you could go ahead and he’d catch up.  Somebody screamed right next to you, causing you to jump out of your seat.  You whip your head around.  No one was even in the dining area.  It sounded so real.  Like you could reach out and grasp the shattering inky blackness.  You take a couple of deep breaths.  Try to remember your happy place.  Tahiti, its a magical place.  Or so you’ve been told  You just picked it from a magazine that was open on the coffee table the night your mother set fire to the curtains in the living room.  The flames had licked up the page, burning the island resort into ash.  Boots thudded as they made way to where you were.  He slides in across from you.

“Um, the waitress’ll be right out,” you said softly.  He barely heard it over the rickety air conditioning.  He nods to show he heard.  He’s sitting close.  Closer than you’d thought another human would ever sit next to you again.  His hands are rough and calloused.  The sleeve cuffs of his hoodie are frayed; as if someone clawed at them.  Eyes traveling up his body, you take in more details.  The hoodie isn’t faded, its brand new.  He wears a bracelet of leather on his right hand, with a charm you can’t quite see.  His necklace is corded hemp, plain and understated.

A light stubble that’s maybe three days old covers his jaw.  His eyes... are piercing right through you. You take in a quick breath, not being able to look away.  You’d never seen that shade of blue before.   He’d been watching you watching him.  Quirking an eyebrow, ”See anything ya like, doll?” You start to sputter an answer but the waitress comes over.  “Sorry about the wait.  Here’s your-”  Blue eyes interrupts her, “We don’t need those.  I’ll have the special and she’ll have the ‘Its Impossible To Go Away Hungry’ plate”  “Okay, then.  I’ll get that right out to ya folks.”

You glare at him, he mirrors it with dicky nonchalance. “Why did you order for me?”  He leans forward, tilts his head the right the tiniest fraction.  “You’re starved.  I really don’t give a damn what kept you from eating but I ain’t gonna let you go without giving you a meal.  The steak plate is the biggest meal they have.  You can take a to go box, that is if you don’t eat the whole thing.”

“Oh.”  You cast out a huff, “Well, thank you.”  He flashes a killer smile. Pearly white teeth in a straight line.  Not an imperfection to be found anywhere.  A silence falls between the two of you.  You can’t decide whether its comfortable of not.

“My name is Bucky.  I thought you wouldn’t like eating with a stranger.  I like to doodle in the margins of my books sometimes.”  “Please tell me not library books.”  He scoffs as if you suggested the impossible, “Never.  Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Jury’s out on that, Bucky.”  He looks at you more intently now.  “Really?  Same could be said about you.  When I first spoke to you it was like a deer in headlights.  Ya running from something, sugar?”  He’d said it jokingly but you didn’t laugh.

“No.  Nothing like that.”

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Shirley came back with your plates, and two root beers.  She left the check at the end of the table and Bucky swooped it up.  The meal passed by in the comfortable sounds of silverware clinking and ice clacking in the cups.  You both ate in record time.

You were careful to save enough for a second meal. That went into the to go container.  Now both cups were drained and plates scraped clean.  You start to slide out of your seat, mumbling a thanks but Bucky stops you.  “Wait, won’t you sit here a while longer?  I’d be kinda sad sitting here alone.”  After a moments hesitation, you resume your position.  “What do you wanna talk about?  It can’t be the weather.  Its been dry as bones for weeks.”   He ponders for a moment, “You.”  He shifts a little, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“I want to know what you’re running from, and see if I can offer...a distraction.”  That shocks you.  “Life?  Aren’t we all running away in some form or another?  I just happened to take the mobile route.”  You shrug, “What do you want me to say?  It was all shitty so I left it behind.  And as for the distraction part, I got a whore last night, so don’t bother.”  He is silent.  Just sits there and gazes at you.  You cock your head, getting impatient.  “Am I allowed to leave now?  Or do you want to talk about our feelings?”

“I slept with my best friends wife.”

“I-I’m sorry you what??”

“I slept with my best friends wife.  He owns half the town, what with him being mayor and all.  I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s always been the golden boy.  Always been the beacon of light.  I just wanted a slice of what he had.”  He looks up, his eyes are dead.  “She was willing, and I just... took her.  There on his desk.  He’d been out for lunch with some bigwig, and I made her cum twice on my cock.”  He chuckles darkly.  “That’d been the first time.  All the other times don’t matter, he doesn’t know about those.  But he does know about the time in the craft shed.  Peggy did pottery.

Had a nice little workshop, it was connected to the mansion they had.  I wanted to bring her pleasure in the place where she gets frustrated often, so she’d have something else to think about.  Steve caught us on the floor.  A big bunch of daffodils in hand.  Stupid, those weren’t even her favorites.”  He was gone now, lost in memories, not even knowing he was talking.  “Said he had come by to take her to lunch.  That was always like Steve.  Expected her to clear her schedule at the drop of a hat but never doing the same for anybody. He didn’t even get mad.  He just walked away, muttering something about his office.

Peggy said she could talk some sense into him.  The next day I found her in the garbage when I took out my trash.”  Your sharp inhale and big eyes do nothing to catch his attention.  “Steve comes strolling out of nowhere, said that she was a threat to his image.  Said that I need to leave or face the same.  I asked why he left me alive and he said ‘So you can remember the pain until you lay down in the ground and the mice and carrion drag your body up from its silk cocoon to feast.”

But that’s not all.”  He said the last bit so quietly, it was as if he said nothing.

“What?”  He’s crying now, tears are forming rivers in his eyes.  “She knew.  She knew  he was going to be there and that’s how she wanted to go out.”  Your puzzled expression makes him laugh.  “Don’t know many politicians, do you?  Good.  Keep it that way.  That day when the mail came I got a letter.  From her.  It said how she wanted to divorce Steve ever since he became the HOA president.  But she couldn’t.  He had threatened her once, just once and what he said was so blisteringly awful.  And he did it.  He is a man of his word, after all.  He kept his damn word.”

“So...she used you as an out?”  He winces.  You hadn’t meant to sound like that.

“Yes.”

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Out in the diners parking lot you say goodbye to James.  Wait.  No, no.  His name is Bucky.  He’s got a green  Chevy and blue eyes.  Or was it red?  It doesn’t matter anyway.  You back out and head for the next state, ignoring the blood leaking from the tarp in your trunk.  The screams have stopped.  And the moon is bright.

[fific7]

Dangerous and Divine - Part 20

Billy Russo x Reader

Summary: Billy Russo is an itch you don’t want to scratch. But he’s all over you like a rash.

A/N: This does not follow canon, it’s mainly fluff & lemon zest 🍋 Hopefully you’ve guessed by now that is my “Billy Russo Deserves Real Love AU” as I totally refuse to accept what happened in S2! The GIF is from Exposed, unreleased pilot show in case you’re wondering 😌... Billy vibes.

Warnings: 18+ NSFW due to sexual content including unprotected* sex between consenting adults. Some drinking & swearing.

*Irl, please don’t go wild in the country without protection.

(My GIF)

You’d just realised that - despite his little caveman episode earlier on - you didn’t ever want any man except Billy in your life.

Still gazing into his dark chocolate eyes, you heard yourself saying, “I think I’ll have that ring, please.”

You really wished you’d had your phone in your hand to take a photo of Billy’s face, because it was what they call ‘a picture’.

Never had you seen his mouth drop open so wide. He gaped at you for what felt like minutes, until he stuttered, “Th... the ring???” You nodded, “Yeah.”

He grabbed your hand and stood up, moving quickly out of the booth and dragging you along with him. Glancing at the waitress, who was looking very surprised, he said happily, “Sorry, miss. We’re gonna have to leave. Sorry ‘bout that.” She shrugged and turned away as Billy rushed to the door, you in tow.

Once outside you huffed, “Billy! Slow down! And what about lunch?!” “Nah, nah, nah. Lunch’s gonna have to wait!” “But I’m starving!” “Angel, I’ll get you lunch soon, I promise ya. Right now? I need to get you back to the apartment. Get that ring on your finger ‘fore you change your mind!”

He continued moving along the sidewalk at speed, gripping your hand tightly almost like he thought you’d try to get away. You were beginning to pant slightly as he was going at such a rate, his long legs eating up the sidewalk, and you laughed breathlessly, “Seriously, Billy, slow down!” He dropped back ever so slightly, “Nearly there, angel,” he grinned at you.

Eventually you arrived back at his apartment, Billy throwing open the door and then slamming it behind the two of you. Just as well he doesn’t have neighbours up here, you thought, otherwise they wouldn’t be very happy.

The next second, Billy’s mouth was on yours in a fiery kiss. He broke away, “Wait there, wait there!” He almost bounced over to the kitchen table and grabbed the ring box. Meanwhile, you were smiling at his goofy schoolboyish enthusiasm. Then he was back in front of you and dropping to one knee again, but this time looking happy as a clam. The ring box was held up towards you, open on this occasion, and its occupant sparkled at you as it caught the light.

A bit out of breath, he said your name in a serious tone before continuing, “....I’ve said all this to you before, but I’ll say it over and over again. As many times as you need me to say it. I want you in my life.... I’ll always want you in my life, angel. I love you so much it hurts, and I can’t be without you.” The dark eyes stared intently into yours, “Will you marry me? Please?”

This time you reached out and stroked the hand which was holding the ring box, “Yes, Billy.... I will.”

The smile which appeared on his face would’ve put the sun to shame. He leapt up, fumbling a bit as he took the ring out of the box, taking hold of your hand and sliding it onto your waiting finger. It fitted perfectly. How’d he manage that? you thought.

But when you met Billy’s eyes they were full of tears. You immediately reached up and stroked his face, “Billy.... you’re crying.” He sucked in a big breath and wiped a hand across his eyes, pulling you into his arms and just holding you close.

“Thank you,” he whispered next to your ear. “I really hope you don’t feel like I pressurised you into this, angel. It means so much to me that you said yes. But just ‘cause I wanted it so bad doesn’t mean I ignored what you said before. Hey, we can still get to know each other while you’re wearin’ that ring on your finger. I just wanted something that said to the world you’re mine.”

“Big sap,” you smiled against his chest. He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve already admitted I am,” before tipping your chin up with one long finger. His lips hovered over yours, “You’re my fiancée now.” You nodded, “Yes I am.” His mouth gently met yours and he kissed you... softly, slowly, with love.

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After a prolonged and passionate kissing session on Billy’s sofa, you two finally made it back out for lunch. Which mightily pleased you, as you were absolutely starving by now. Billy had your hand in his and he was happily swinging both your arm and his backwards and forwards as you two walked back to the same diner you’d been in earlier.

He’d asked if you wanted to go elsewhere, but you just couldn’t face going even a little bit further away - you were sure you’d faint from hunger if you did.

The same waitress looked round from where she was leaning on the counter as you and Billy went back in, and tracked you over to the same booth you’d occupied before. Whipping out her notepad and pen, she was once again drinking in Billy with her eyes and ignoring you so a bit pettily, you picked up the menu with a flourish so that the diamonds in your ring flashed as they caught the light.

Her eyes were drawn to it - as you’d expected them to be - and widened quite noticeably. Billy was smirking at you, as he knew exactly what you were doing. He repeated almost the same thing he’d said earlier, “And my fiancée will have.....”

You hid a grin and ordered steak and chips, and Billy smiled “I’ll have the same,” at the waitress, before switching his gaze back to you a millisecond later. She looked at you, her mouth set in an irritated line and turned on her heel without another word. “And two beers, please,” you called after her. “Okay,” she said over her shoulder. You grinned over at your fiancé - your stomach leapt as you thought of him as that for the first time - “Y’know, if she worked for me, I’d fire her.” Billy nodded, smirking, “I know you would, angel. And not just ‘cause she’s got the hots for your fiancé.”

You swiped the menu at his his head, and he ducked out of the way with a joyous chuckle. You could tell that Billy was almost incandescent with happiness, and you felt glad that you’d made him really smile again.

While waiting on your food, you had a ‘brilliant’ idea. With Billy watching on with an amused smirk on his face, you took a photo of your ring and sent it to Karen.

About 10 seconds later, your phone rang and you answered it to a long loud shriek of “Ohmygod-Ohmygod-Ohmygod!” “Hi Karen,” you replied, holding the phone away from your ear and smiling at Billy.

She took a breath before saying, “So you did it! What happened to slowing down and waiting a little bit, then?!” You laughed, putting the phone on speaker, “I came round to Billy’s way of thinking.” You heard a chuckle from her, then Frank’s voice in the background, “Whass goin’ on?” Karen filled him in on the new development, he yelled something unintelligible and then suggested you all meet up for a celebratory drink. “Did you hear that?” asked Karen, “Wanna meet up for a drink?”

You looked over at Billy with a raised eyebrow, he nodded, so you said to Karen you’d meet the two of them at a bar halfway between the two neighbourhoods.

After consuming your late lunch faster than the speed of light, you and Billy headed out from the diner (you couldn’t resist giving the waitress the brightest smile as she frowned over at you while Billy paid) and walked to the bar to meet your two friends. Just as you approached it, a body slammed into you and two arms got you in a bear hug. Initially freezing in shock, you relaxed as you heard Karen squealing into your ear.

You managed to extricate yourself and as you did so, she grabbed your left hand, pulling it up to her face and squealing again, “Oh...! oh my god, it looks so good on you!” Grinning, you replied, “Why thank you,” as you made your way into the bar. Heading to an empty table, Frank went to the bar and ordered a bottle of champagne, returning to the table with it in an ice bucket. “Didn’t really see Frank as a champagne kinda guy,” you whispered to Karen. She and Billy grinned as Frank said. “I heard that!” and you looked at him apologetically, “C’mon, Frank, when was the last time you drank champagne?” He smiled, but a bit sadly, “At my wedding.”

Oh no, you thought, feeling instantly guilty. However Frank laughed now, “But if this isn’t a good time to take my second hit of champagne, I don’t know what is!” He glanced fondly over at Billy, who seemed to have a permanent smile on his face, then back at you, shaking his head and smiling, “You two.... I can’t keep up with you!”

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After several pleasant hours of drinking, chatting and laughing, you’d all eventually left the bar and gone your separate ways. Billy was now mildly tipsy, and insisted on walking down the street with both arms wrapped right around you. Which was fine until you met people coming in the other direction, meaning you had to dodge round them in an awkward dance, pulling Billy this way and that while he just clung onto you like an extra-large koala bear.

Back at his place, you were amused to see Billy’s eyes beginning to close drowsily, so despite all the filthy promises he’d been whispering into your ear the entire walk back, you two ended up just falling into bed and going to sleep.

You weren’t sure how many hours later, but you started to surface from your deep sleep as you suddenly became aware of hands on your breasts and something hard between your legs. Your eyes slowly opened to see Billy’s big dark eyes looking down into yours and then his hand found its way to your ring finger, bringing it to his lips and kissing it. Billy had somehow managed to part your legs and manoeuvre himself between them while you were sleeping on your side. Realising that Billy was already inside you and beginning to thrust, you whispered, “Billy, you cheeky big devil!!! I’m not awake yet,” but you only heard a low laugh from him as he carried on making love to you.

He was nuzzling into your neck, kissing and licking so you decided to take what was yours and grabbed two handfuls of his hair, pulling on it. He laughed out loud, “I guess you get to do that whenever you like now,” and thrust extra deep, making you gasp. “Definitely,” you managed to say as he rolled you over onto your back and pulled your knees up. His lips moved to your breasts, and your head went back onto the pillows as his tongue did its best work.

Suddenly he hit your sweet spot, and you hauled on his hair like you were trying to rein in a runaway horse, hearing an answering “Ow!” from him. You were just smirking to yourself when your climax hit you, and your mind went blank as you became completely immersed in it. Billy kept up his fast pace until you felt him shudder and release into you, his mouth biting down on your shoulder.

He moved onto his back, but somehow managing to stay inside you for the moment even as he softened. “Sweetheart.... you know I’m happy that you like my hair, but I truly don’t wanna be bald!” he laughed as he tried to get his breath back.

“I’ll buy you a wig!” you replied, “...sorry, Billy... not gonna stop pulling your hair, you know I’m not.”

Billy smiled lazily over at you, eyes staring into yours as he pulled slowly out of you, saying happily, “Yeah, angel, don’t worry... I know you’re not!”

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After breakfast, which involved a certain amount of kissing as well as the food items, you said to Billy that you needed to go shopping. You were just finishing a catch-up text with Jake, and noticed Billy reaching for his jacket. “No!” you blurted out, and he looked over at you in confusion and with a slightly hurt look on his face.

Billy seemed to need to be physically attached to you right now; he couldn’t stop stroking, touching, hugging, kissing you (with some licking thrown in there for good measure), so he looked really disappointed that you were insisting on going on your own. “I’ve just got a couple of extremely boring things to pick up, poppet and I don’t want to inflict that on you,” you soothed, going over to him for yet another long kiss.

“Okay, sweetheart,” he grumbled, “...how long you gonna be?” You stroked his face, “Not long, I promise.” A slightly happier look on his face, he sprawled out on the sofa and switched on the TV, so you sang out, “Bye!” and made your escape, a satisfied little smirk on your face.

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Twenty minutes later, you were in Harry Winston’s Fifth Avenue store. The sales assistant was looking at you as if you’d been let out of a psychiatric unit for the day. You’d just handed her a ring made of out of a sliver of Post-It note, rolled up and sellotaped together. She took it from you, holding it between two fingers as if it might bite her.

You sighed, and decided to explain the situation to her as otherwise you didn’t think she’d take you seriously. “Look, my fiancé got me this ring....” extending your rock-laden finger towards her, “... but it was a complete surprise.” She now gave you a warm smile, recognising one of their very expensive engagement rings.

“And I want to get him a ring,” you carried on, “...and I want it to be a surprise for him too. Had to pretend I was just idly wrapping scrap paper round his fingers while I was watching something on Netflix.” It did look like something a kindergarten kid might’ve made, but you were quite proud of your improvised way of finding out Billy’s ring size.

Now she was really getting into it, leading you to a display case of big chunky men’s rings. “I’ve got something in mind, but I’m not sure you’ll have it in stock yet.” She gave you a quizzical look, and you described a ring you’d noticed recently in a fashion magazine; a fairly thin matt black titanium band, with two ultra-thin strips of platinum running round each edge. You knew that one of those chunky ones just wouldn’t look right at all on Billy’s long, slim finger.

She gave you a huge smile, “We’ve just launched some new collections, and that’s one of them! - our Midnight range. Please wait here, madam, and I’ll be right back.”

Soon you were on your way back uptown to Lenox Hill, and this time you were the one with a ring box hidden away out of sight.

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As you let yourself into the apartment and hung up your jacket by the door, you noticed that Billy had dozed off on the sofa. You loved watching Billy sleep, so perched on the edge next to him and stroked back a couple of strands of hair which had strayed onto his forehead.

He awoke at your touch, smiling sleepily up at you, “Angel, you’re back...”

You took hold of his left hand, and scrabbled around in your bag for the ring box. “Billy.... you remember you said you wanted something to show the world I belonged to you?” He gazed back at you warily, as if he thought you might’ve changed your mind while you were out. “Uh... yeah?”

“Well, snap!” you said, finally finding the box, opening it and then sliding the black band onto his ring finger.

Billy’s eyes widened, and mouth opened in surprise. “Wow!” he said, sitting up and looking at it closely, “I love it!” You breathed a sigh of relief: some guys didn’t even like wearing their wedding bands, never mind an engagement ring. “So you’ll wear it?” you asked. He nodded, “Uhuh, course I will, angel!”

He turned his hand this way and that, and you admired how good the slim band looked on his finger.

His dark eyes met yours, and he gave a low chuckle, “Ha, see...? Now you’ve got me on that leash, sweetheart!”

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[sajdd]

When Logstedshire was destroyed Tommy felt something break inside of him, something change.

Something…

He didnt understand but he didnt feel right.

The pressing problem now though, was the snow.

He’d just run into the snow at fucking sunset when it was fucking cold like a dumbass.

Why the hell had he thought that was a good idea. IN WHAT WORLD WAS THAT A GOOD IDEA.

His head hurt like hell as he stumbled in the snow, then fell.

He heard footsteps from behind as he passed out. Familiar ones, it was- it-

~~~~

Tommy woke up and shot to his feet in a heartbeat. He was disoriented, last he- where?

He was in a nice, comfortable looking room. His clothes ever different, why were his clothes changed- what the fuck-

Last he remembered he was running though the snow, away from Exile.

He hadn’t made it to Techno’s, Tommy could tell this room wasn’t in Techno’s house.

So what had happened? Only one thing could have.

The door opened, Dream stood in the doorway.

“Tommy, you’re awake, I was starting to worry I didn’t give you enough potions,” Dream said. Tommy froze at the sight of the man, he’d known it had to have been him, but seeing him was something else entirely.

“You- found-“ Tommy stuttered out, keeping as far away from Dream as the room allowed.

“Don’t worry Tommy, I’m not going to punish you for this, it’s okay, I’m proud of you even, you activated your Hybrid Traits, just promise you won’t ever run from me again and I’ll forget you ever ran,” Dream said, his voice would have sounded toxicly sweet to anyone else but all he tone did was calm Tommy down. Dream wasn’t mad he-

“I- I promise, I won’t- I won’t run, I’m so so so sorry,” Tommy said quickly.

“Good,” Dream said as he walked up to Tommy. He jerked back a bit as he placed a hand on Tommy’s head. “Now, come with me.”

Tommy nodded as Dream lead the way out of the room and followed him. His head still hurt, specifically in two spots on the front of the top

“Am I uh- I’m going to ask a question now,” Tommy said nervously. He was less panicked now as Dream seemed- well Dream wasn't mad. Tommy still had to be careful but if he was super shaky and whiny it would just be obnoxious.

“Sure, ask,” Dream said.

“What were you saying- fucking- saying about hybrid traits?” Tommy asked.

“You’re a very very special hybrid Tommy, a Moobloom. It takes a lot of… stress, for you to come into your traits,” Dream explained, “Remember how Tubbo’s horns came in while he was under Schlatt? It was because of the stress he was under, Mooblooms are the same but more.”

“Oh.” Tommy said. He considered that, he… wasn’t human? He always thought he was human- Wilbur said he was human! Did Wilbur lie? Maybe Wilbur just wanted him to be more like him. Tommy should have known better than to just trust him…

“Did you know? That I wasn't human?” Tommy asked.

“No. How would I?”

Something about Dream’s response felt off to Tommy.

They arrived in a dining room, having been walking though some stone brick halls.

Dream sat down and waved for Tommy to do the same. Tommy did so cautiously.

There was food on the table, carrots and bread on Tommy’s plate, Steak on Dream’s.

“Tubbo was very mad about you running away, if it was up to him you would be in a prison,” Dream said. “Of course I could never let him do that to you, I told him I’d move you to my base so you wouldn’t run off again, better than a prison right?”

“Yeah. Thanks…” Tommy said quietly. He could hardly believe Tubbo had said that but what else was he to think. Dream wouldn’t lie would he? Tubbo had exiled him, had never visited him.

“You’re welcome Tommy, you’ll have to earn your keep of course, but we’ll get into that after dinner. And if you cause more trouble I wont have any choice but to let Tubbo lock you up.”

Tommy nodded and continued eating.

His head still hurt. He wondered what his horns would look like, he hoped they wouldn’t be too big of a hassle. On the other hand having horns out be badass as hell. He could headbut Tubbo right back! If Tubbo ever wanted to fucking see him again at least. He was starting to think Tubbo actually hated him forever or something.

"youve activated your hybrid traits" sounds a bit goofy ngl ahhshvhbjfg might wanna reword that part

ok but tommy trying to escape and not getting to... UEUEUE PAIN

NOT HIM SAYING TUBBO WOUDL PUT HIM ITN EHPRISON DREAM YOU BITCHHH

clingy duo :(((

anyway, interesting concept, idk where ur gonna take it after this but im interested in why a moobloom hybrid is considered special

altho i also reccommend maybe re-wording bc some parts do feel a little bit janky

[imaginesbymk]

“Find Me Under The Giant Rabbit.”

Reservoir Dogs/Pulp Fiction One Shot

SUMMARY: I read a Reddit fan theory that Mr. Pink survived, escaped the cops, got arrested and was then put on parole - leaving behind his old life and lying low as a waiter at Jack Rabbit Slims. What happens when you show up to the restaurant one night?

PAIRING: Mr. Pink/Buddy Holly waiter x Reader

TAGS: swearing, smoking + mentions of basically everything that happened in reservoir dogs which is the heist, violence, etc

NON REQUESTED

WORD COUNT: 2,870 (it’s long i’m sorry)

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is probably the cheesiest thing i’ve ever written, and it’s nothing tarantino would ever put in his films, also there’s no way PF and RS can legitimately tie in together 100% even though there are some factors to support otherwise, but i wanted to write this and see something lol :( leave a like/reblog + feedback!!!

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YOU put your car in park, shutting off the engine, and observed it from afar. It was one hell of a big restaurant, almost a bit too cartoon-like. There was a giant anthropomorphic rabbit on top, and the lights claiming the name were glowing a bright red and yellow. Mind you, this was in Los Angeles, so who wouldn’t blame you if you took one look at Jack Rabbit Slim’s, and mistake it for a restaurant at Six Flags? 

Dozens of bikers came in with their motorcycles, yet their engines couldn’t even overpower the chatter coming from newcomers left and right. You ignored a heavy tattooed biker dressed in all leather and denim catcalling you from afar, and you reached the front desk. 

A man dressed in uniform, most definitely in character, tipped his hat at you and led you to a table with only two chairs. You weren’t expecting anyone to join you in the other seat across. So what if you went for dinner by yourself? You didn’t bother asking anyone to join you for that matter. Not anyone you could think of at the top of your head would be any less boring.

You began tracing your fingers around the rim of the ketchup bottle when not even five seconds after sitting down, a lady approached your table with ruby red lips. 

Of course, you thought. Servers were dressed up as icons from the 50s era.

“Marilyn,” you say in awe.

“Close enough,” Instead of being seated in the Marilyn Monroe section being served by a Marilyn Monroe-looking Marilyn Monroe, you were greeted with a tall Mamie Van Doren, who is just as breathtaking as Marilyn refilling everyone’s coffee mugs from the other side of the restaurant. “How about I get you started with drinks?”

Ricky Nelson’s performance on stage came to an end when Mamie arrived with your food. You looked around the place while eating. People weren’t eating by themselves. Families, friends, dates, all of them occupied their seats. Now that you’ve noticed, you sort of wished you brought someone with you, otherwise the seat across from you is used as a footrest. 

So there, you propped your feet on top, and relaxed… then you sat upright. Your eyes fixated on the waiter in his section, which were the cars back in the 50s used as booths. You watch him walk towards one of them. The couple was a young woman in a blunt bob cut with bangs, and a man wearing a black suit with long black hair tied back.

You squint your eyes. It couldn’t be...

“Hi, I’m Buddy. What can I get ya?”

You blinked, dropping the half bitten French fry from your mouth. Holy fucking shit.

It was all coming back to you. The news broke out about the heist going wrong at the wholesale, all dead except for one, a cop who laid dead on the ramp inside the rendezvous was identified as Mr. Orange. Since he wasn’t supposed to know where you were from, Mr. Pink never turned up to your door as an emergency hideout, or to drag you with him on his getaway because he never had one. You never heard of him ever since. 

Here he was, Mr. Pink, alive and well, wearing glasses. What the hell happened? How long has he been working here? Is he supposed to be Buddy Holly?

“How do you want that cooked? Burnt to a crisp or bloody as hell?” you hear him ask the man in the suit who ordered a steak.

“Bloody as hell, and oh, yeah, look at this- vanilla coke.”

You noticed the irony. He left you in a black suit - and he comes back in white. Like he’d ever want to be caught dead in white, or pink.

“What about you, Peggy Sue?” he asks the woman, jotting in his notepad. You recognized the pun.

“I’ll have the Durwood Kirby burger, bloody. And… the five dollar shake.”

Were you about to laugh? Call out his name? That was enough for you to get antsy in your seat, but you didn’t want to draw attention. You saw him again while finishing up half of your meal, giving the couple their drinks and disappearing back into the kitchen. He was doing his job, but it wasn’t like he was giving his one hundred percent. For someone who preached to the Gods about professionalism, Mr. Pink sure lacked work ethic. Every employee was on point with their character impersonations as if you had travelled back in time. Meanwhile, he acted like himself and seemed bored while wearing an emotionless face, as if he hated his job and epitome of his existence. It was never a dull moment for him whenever he was with you, though.

You got up to use the restroom.

“We’re lucky we got anything at all. I don’t think Buddy Holly’s much of a waiter,” you heard the man at the booth tell the woman as you walk past them, spotting their food from the corner of your eye. It’s no surprise hearing that. Mr. Pink never looked like the type to work at a job like this.

You sat back down and soon, Mr. Pink reappeared, standing over to the side and watched the announcement of the twisting contest, smoking a cigarette. You see him eyeing two pretty blonde women walking past him, and he looked back his way, now in your direction.

He finally did what you wanted him to do, and he stares at you for nearly a solid minute.

You waved awkwardly. 

Mr. Pink tosses the cigarette in a random person’s ashtray and disappears behind the door once again. You darted out of your chair, and marched your way to where he headed, just as the couple he served got up on stage to participate in the twisting contest.

A Zorro waiter jumps in front of you. “Stop right there, mi amor!” his eyes darted at you through the cheap black mask he was wearing. “I believe the bathroom’s on the other side of the bar.”

“Where’s Buddy?” you ask Zorro.

“I’m afraid Mr. Holly is taking a quick break from unenthusiastically serving love birds in their cars.”

“Can you tell him I’m looking for him?”

“Once I see him.” Zorro then took out his sword and pointed it at you, a grin plastered on his face. “Now, shall I escort you back to your dining spot?”

Although you were aware this guy was only in character, you didn’t wanna risk getting kicked out, or having a realistic looking sword ripped through your body. You sighed and turned around, heading back. You noticed at your table a folded napkin beside your empty plate. Mamie Van Doren was last seen there, her back facing you with her heels clicking away on the tiles.

“Excuse me!” you called after the waitress. She ignores you, smiling down at new customers at an umbrella table.

Cocking an eyebrow, you used your finger to flatten the crease and read the note in bold handwriting.

FIND ME UNDER THE GIANT RABBIT. - BUDDY 

You threw the door open and ran outside, precisely under the giant rabbit of the Jack Rabbit Slim’s sign, just like he said on the napkin. You felt like an idiot checking every direction to find no one. Not a lot of the bikers were seen riding or hanging out around the parking lot, some people were coming and going, but you couldn’t find Buddy Holly.

Defeated, you turn to walk back inside. 

Mr. Pink rushed out the door and caught his breath. It looked like he was chasing you down before you could take off. A song used for the twisting contest kept playing from inside.

You didn’t run up to him and jumped in his arms or anything dramatic in that matter. You both stared at each other.

A few days before the heist you two stood across each other waiting for Mr. Brown and Mr. White inside the hideout. It was a quiet moment, not an awkward one. He just took that opportunity to study you, as you did him. It took him that moment to realize he was warming up to you. 

“Well hello there, Buddy,” you smile smugly.

YOU and Pink loitered at the side of the eatery, where the back door to the kitchen was located. He had taken off his fake glasses, showing his full frame.

“Okay,” you watch him lean against the wall, lighting his cigarette. “Talk to me. What happened to you?”

“What the hell do you think? Cops tagged me when I tried driving away. I was put behind bars, and by some fucking miracle this place took me in when I needed money.”

“You didn’t know any other crime bosses looking for a lanky dude?” Pink rolls his eyes at your joke. “I know the heist went terribly wrong, I saw the news. Everyone’s dead as Dillinger.”

“That briefcase had a shit load of two million dollars worth of stones,” Pink blew smoke out. “I swear, if that asshole undercover cop was never sent to set us up, I could have been enjoying a cocktail in Santorini. You’re lucky you called in sick that day.”

You shuddered, remembering how god-awful the illness was. “Never again. I felt like I was being hot glued to a sauna.”

You remembered the day of the heist. In fact, you mentally prepared yourself for something that you’ve never done before. You braced for what was supposed to go smoothly as Joe promised. Instead, you were woken up by the worst case scenario above 38 degrees. You were thankful Joe took it easy on you and promised another job next time. 

“All right, your turn. What did you do after that shit show went down?” Pink asks you.

“Just did my own thing. I wasn’t there so the cops never searched for me.” Pink took a slow drag, staring at nothing. He didn’t really look the same as before. Still lanky, except his hair was a bit more darkened and styled in curls, possibly because Buddy Holly had it permed that way. But his face read that he had been through a lot. Normally you felt zero pity for assholes like him, but you managed to blurt out, “I missed you.”

Pink, blowing out smoke in the air, eyed you up and down and furrowed his brows. “Likewise.”

Not only did it suck not being able to make money, you also couldn’t do it with Mr. Pink. As much as he kept his professionalism to a T, he squeezed in time to get along with you. It was no wonder Joe hired you - you were different than the guys, you moved differently and never felt small. Mr. Pink was drawn to that. 

Maybe that was just an understatement. He grew intimidated by something he expected to experience the least from in the job, and of course, straight out of a fairytale, you had to stop and ask yourself if you felt the same way, and if what you felt was right. Neither of you had any idea. It was against the rules to give out personal information to each other, and Mr. Pink took those rules very seriously, even if it was just one job that he most likely wouldn’t come back to unless a higher pay was involved and Joe Cabot liked him enough to recruit him again. 

If Mr. Pink grew too attached, if he let his guard down for one second, God forbid something would have happened to you. Without a doubt, he would have heavily blamed himself and walked away from the job without saying another word. 

His options were to wait until after the robbery to make a move, or do his job, get paid and leave. Whether or not it was out of selfishness was out of the question. Mr. Pink is already selfish in an intuitive kind of way, he’d rather avoid spiraling into a wave of emotions for one person - so he chose the latter.

“What?” Pink looked at you, feeling a bit tense. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Huh? No. It’s nothing,” you blinked, realizing you were staring at him longer than you should have. You shook your head, most likely shaking off the intrusive thoughts. Maybe this wasn’t a good time to tell him what’s on your mind. 

If anything, he’s most likely sleeping with the Marilyn Monroe waitress. “It’s just… you shaved the goatee.”

Pink nodded, looking a bit annoyed that there was no facial hair left on his chin to rub. “Buddy Holly had a clean face. For the record, the only advantage of this job is that I’m under disguise. Other than that, this place is a circus. I’m zooming back in time whenever I clock in.”

“It’s a 50s themed restaurant,” you state. “Working here sounds like fun. At least you get to dress up and experience pop culture.”

He scoffs. “No, fuck the 50s. Shit was all I Love Lucy and those puffy ass dresses.”

“They’re called poodle skirts, Pink.”

“Like I give a fuck what they’re called.”

“You know Buddy Holly smiled. He was a singer and a guitarist. If you keep up the attitude, no one’s gonna tip you. Nice Guy Eddie told me about your rant on tipping.”

“Ha! And? You will never find me up on that stage performing That’ll Be The Day, moving like a fucking animatronic.” Halfway finished, Pink tossed his cigarette aside and looked at you. “You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

You felt your cheeks flushing. Fuck. “I am?”

He nodded, putting his Buddy Holly glasses back on his face. “Yeah. It’s a breath of fresh air seeing you here.” He stares down at his wristwatch for a moment.

“Your break’s done?”

“It’s been done,” he says. “Fifteen minutes ago.”

You shook your head, chuckling. “You’re so fired.”

“This isn’t the first time I stopped caring, so my boss isn’t gonna bat an eye.” He had his hand wrapped around the back door which was supported by a wooden block to keep it open. “Look, I’ll see ya arou-”

“Pink?” Your heart rose up to your throat.

He turned back to you. “Hm?” 

You just had to do it. You reached up and kissed him softly. Pink didn’t shove or curse at you. His features softened, pulling you close to him and kissed you deeply. Even when you two pulled away, his arms didn’t unwrap from your waist. His forehead was pressed against yours now.

“My name’s Y/N,” you tell him.

He stares at you, no snarky, sarcastic comment left for him to give.

“I know you’re not willing to give your name up just yet, you can’t fully trust me, and I get that, but I won’t tell anyone what happened. You got lucky, I think… but I’m really glad you’re okay.”

“You don’t have to-”

“I’m serious.”

“Y/N,” he says your name for the first time. “You don’t have to go all sappy for me. Karma came in hot. Jesus Christ, I mean, I left you.”

“Not really. You didn’t know me. The cops had the place staked out the entire day, there was nothing you could do.”

He looked down at his shoes. “All right. But still, I feel shitty. Can I at least make it up to you?”

“How?”

Pink shrugs. “I get paid tomorrow.”

“Good for you,” you reply. “Save it like you’re gonna lose it.”

“I’ve had this job for a while now, I got enough to last. But once I win the lottery, I’m gone.”

“To Santorini?”

“With a cocktail in my hand. But that’s besides the point, right now I got enough to take you out on a date… if you’re down.”

“Where would you plan on taking me? Here?” you laugh.

“You’re funny. How about the movies? Overruled, I’m taking you to see a movie. I gotta know where you live first. It’s okay to know now.”

You nodded, you couldn't argue with that. Besides, you two would just be making out in the dark the entire time.

His hand was back on the handle of the back door. Pink pulled it open, looked back at you and smiled for the first time tonight. That warmed your heart, and you were certain it warmed his. He watched you stuff something inside his pocket square as you told him your address. He went back inside, shutting the door on you. You walked back to the front of the restaurant to pay for the bill, and went straight home. 

Mr. Pink shuffles past the chefs in the kitchen, feeling through his suit pocket to pull out his notepad and whatever you stuffed inside just moments ago.

I didn’t even serve them. Is this supposed to be for Mamie Van Doren? He stares down at the dollar bill crumpled in his hand. His frown suddenly transitions to a small but genuine smile. 

Fuck it. Nothing could stop him now. He definitely owes you a date night. He quickly stuffs the tip back in his pocket square, and comes out the sliding door. 

THE END

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TAGLIST: @locke-writes​ @aryn-the-bearheart​

[coconutdays]

Puppy Love (Part 1)

Bakugou x fem!reader

The very long first part on my headcanon on the story of Bakugou’s crush on you and your crush on him

If you wanna be tagged in part 2, just send an ask!

Class 1A went out to go eat soba and your ass got slapped by some pervert

And before anyone could process what had happened, you punched the dude and handed his ass to him

Also went off with a bunch of profanities while you did it

“You greasy motherfucker, you think it’s fine to just do that! You want me to make you a human knot?! Shove your head so far up your ass that it tries to come out through your throat!”

Iida and Deku went to go pry you off the sleazebag as soon as they realized what was happening

Momo was the only smart one cause she called the cops 

Mineta got creepily horny, but it can’t be helped cause Bakugo kinda did too

He thought you were some soft weirdo that occasionally scarfed down dozens of Takoyaki balls

Why was he now noticing that you really liked takoyaki?

Anyway, he felt weird and couldn’t do anything

He was looking at you like when everyone was planning how to protect him during the training camp arc

He hadn’t known anyone else in the class to get that angry

Everyonce except him, Kaminari, Kiri, and Todoroki knew you could get that fired up, because they saw how you got when everyone went after UA at the hero licensing exam

Once the cops got there, they believed you guys as the good young pro-heroes in training you are and took everyone’s statements

It was all pretty fast and you guys were headed back to U.A in no time. 

Kiri as the gentleman he is, was the first to ask you if you were fine seeing as you still looked very angry

Deadass went (๑･`▱´･๑) “Yes!” and started crying

You’re an angry crier

Everyone was very concerned, especially when you raised your fists to dry your eyes and the sleeves to your pink hoodie fell back

Your knuckles were bleeding lmao

Bakugo found it oddly cute and he hated it

He shoved past you

“Tch. If you’re going to hand someone’s ass over to them, don’t cry like a pussy after!”

“Thing is, I am a pussy!” You sobbed

“Fuck that guy! I wanted to get coconut ice cream after the soba and he ruined my mood!”

He turned around just a bit and saw your angry pout. Mans said the first thing that popped into his head.

“Then we’ll go get you your damn coconut ice cream! Stop crying dumbass!

“Shut up! It’s coming out of annoyance from you! I only like my food coming out of love!”

〴⋋_⋌〵

I love these emojis too much

Meanwhile Momo made you some bandages and wrapped it on your fists as y’all walked back

When you guys got back. You didn’t feel like going to Recovery Girl and instead insisted on watching a movie

You felt better now and even flaunted the bandages on your knuckles for a bit

Bakugo ofc seeing as it was past eight, didn’t join you guys and thought about how annoying you were

Always making so much fucking noise with shitty hair and dunce face

The next day he found you studying by yourself at one of the dining tables

You were just minding your own business, listening to some cute ass beats

And the moment you felt someone there and saw him, you smiled softly

“Hey, Bakugo.”

And went back to studying

His heart went :D

What the hell

You know what

He’s mad now. He’s not going to ask about your fists no matter how much he wants to

He went to serve himself some water and heard you cough once while he filled his glass

Next thing you know, he slams a glass of water in front of you before walking back to the elevator as he mutters to himself like the angry lunatic he is

“Thanks?”

Now let me be frank

You never had a full blown crush on Bakugou

But you did acknowledge he wouldn’t be bad to go out with

This was how you thought of Iida, Midoriya, Todoroki, Kiri, you know

You found it funny when he got mad most of the time

Let me explain

Everyone was eating dinner and the topic of your perv ass whopping was mentioned

“Y/N gets angry like Bakugou.” Todoroki slurped more soba

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT HALF ‘N HALF BASTARD!”

This type of interaction was common and it was always harmless seeing as you always got a kick out of it

“LMAO I LOVE BAKUGOU.” You laughed

“WHAT?!” He was looking at you like you were crazy

You were mid bite through some of your steak with wide eyes

“Um Bakubro? Y/n always says that every time you get mad.” Kirishima broke to him

“I love my friends?” You raised your shoulders up in defense 

“Tch.”

Then the next week Kirishima dragged out Bakugo to the store to buy some weights

While they were out, you were chilling on the couch watching a hero movie

Close to the end, they came back

“Hey guys.”

BAM 

A hugeass box was dropped on your lap

You whipped your head between Bakubabe and the box profusely

“We already ate takoyaki and you’d fucking cry if you knew we went without you.”

Just as fast as he said it, he left to go with Kiri and left you contemplating whether to be offended or happy you got takoyaki

And your heart did a tiny little flutter

Meanwhile

“Bakugou, is that why you forced us to eat takoyaki?”

“Tch. What are you talking about? I was hungry.”

It wasn’t until a couple of days later that you developed a crush on him. 

This time, it was when you were too lazy to slice through your stuffed chicken breast during lunch and just stuck your fork through it. 

I myself see this as a genius move

But when you set down the chicken to take a sip of water, Bakugo stole away your plate and began slicing it into pieces.

“HEY!”

“YOU LOOK STUPID EATING YOUR FOOD LIKE THAT!”

He slid it back to you, perfectly cut slices on it, and you looked like this 

And from then on you’ve had a crush on Bakugou Katsuki

You hadn’t crushed on anyone for a long time

By crush, this wasn’t some kind of see them once and fall in love cause they’re cute

This was a, ‘Woah this is one of my classmates and friends’ crush and as scary as it was, it also felt nice

I kid you not, that day when class ended, you ran off to your dorm room and blasted the speakers in your room

Que you playing some cute crap like Feel Special by Twice or something with that vibe 

You jumped around your room with those incessant butterflies in your stomach going that couldn’t stop beaming, “Bakugou, Bakugou! ♡＾▽＾♡”

Okay this is adorable and all, but your personality will not solely become ‘I LIKE BAKUGOU’

You’re a wholeass person who angry cries

You think Shindo Yo from Ketsubutsu is hot, just saying. 

You look at other guys because you need to appreciate the view, you do this respectfully may I add

You’re smart

You’re stupid

So stupid

Headass thinks blatantly flirting with Bakugou sometimes is the way to make it seem like you DON’T LIKE HIM

Exhibit A:

The following day, you made sure you looked extra pretty, deciding to whip out your favorite lip product and did a nice hairstyle. 

Headass no.2 was more rude than usual that day to you.

You saw him walking to class and you walked next to him

“You look handsome today Bakugou.”

He turned to look at you and immediately faced the other direction

“GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!”

;)

You genuinely asked him a question later about his AP shot during class freetime because you wanted some help with your quirk and well...

“I DON’T KNOW YOUR QUIRK! GO ASK AIZAWA!” He’s been obsessive over your quirk for the past few weeks

“BUT YOU’RE THE ONE WHO DOES THE AP SHOT!”

“AND!?”

“YOU’RE ONE OF THE BEST IN OUR CLASS! I THOUGHT YOU COULD HELP ME SINCE YOU’VE GIVEN ME GOOD ADVICE BEFORE, LOSER!”

He shut up, his forehead vein twitched, and his entire face got red before noticing a cute twinkle in your eyes

“Stop looking at me like that and I’ll help you!”

“:D Really?”

“AHH GET OUT OF MY FACE!”

Then during lunch you had your hands smushed on your cheeks listening to Kaminari tell some aloof story about how he dreamed he could wield his electricity with a sword

One look at you and Bakugou hated the way you were paying attention to dunce face

“STOP STARING AT DUNCE FACE LIKE YOU LIKE HIM!”

You were very confused and tensed up

“Ansisnnsnsnsnsnsnsnnsnsn WHAT?!?”

“YOU HEARD ME!”

“I DONT LIKE KAMINARI! BESIDES WHAT’S IT TO YOU BLASTY!?!”

“BLASTY?!?! YOU REALLY WANNA...“

oh god he was beginning to rant

you had to use the sacred move to shut him up

you had to

“SHUT UP OR ILL KISS YOU!”

Oh boy this was going to be a ride

[johannstutt413]

(requested by coldgoldlazarus)

“Hey, Rope, question.” Vanilla approached the Cautus while they were both working the northern trading post. “Did you grab a bottle of pills from my pocket earlier?”

“Maybe? Hang on...No, I’ve just got mine in my pocket.” She gave the Vouivre a thumbs-up after patting herself down.

The Vanguard reached into her bag and pulled out a prescription bottle. “You might want to check the label, because these aren’t Biggie’s stomach meds.”

“They aren’t?” She read the label on her bottle. “Oh, okay, so those are my- Oh! Oh, no...”

“It’s fine - I’m just glad we checked before you had to get your stomach pumped, and Biggie melted through his home again. Honestly, it’s really impressive you took them in the first place and remembered to give them back. I remember the last time you accidentally took my wallet and I had to ask Liz to cover lunch for me.”

Rope sighed. “Yeah, that’s good, it’s just...I didn’t want anyone to know, you know? Being infected is one thing, but if people knew, they might look at me differently.”

“...If they knew what?” The Vouivre cocked her head. “I think I’m missing something.”

“Wait, so you didn’t read the bottle?”

Vanilla was steadily getting more confused. “No, I read it, but I don’t know what it is. What do you take Aldactone for? It’s not a migraine medication, is it?”

“No, it definitely isn’t that.” She couldn’t help but chuckle a little at that; she’d forgotten who she was talking to. Telling her couldn’t hurt at this point. “It’s part of my hormone therapy so I can, uh...be the me on the outside I am on the inside, if that makes sense?”

“Not really?” The Vouivre was quick to admit.

To be fair, the Cautus never knew how to answer questions like this. “I’m a woman, but my body doesn’t match - or at least, it didn’t until I met Aak.”

“Oh!” A few puzzle pieces clicked together in her mind. “Now I get it.”

“Good, cuz I don’t know if I could find another way to explain it,” she sighed, relieved.

That didn’t mean that was her last question, though. “Do you not like talking about it?”

“No, I don’t.” For exactly this reason, honestly. “People start asking me all kinds of questions about it, and I just wanna be me, you know? That’s the whole reason I have to worry about the pills and stuff.”

“Right, sorry. I, uh, won’t ask anything else.”

Rope looked at her for a moment before sighing again. “You have a lot of questions, don’t you?”

“Yeah.” Vanilla visibly relaxed. “I don’t want to bother you, though.”

“...Tell you what: buy me dinner, and I’ll answer a couple questions, whatever you’ve got. Sound good?”

That did perk the Vouivre’s interest, and, somewhat unexpectedly, a bit of a blush, too. “I’d like that, yeah. Tonight or...”

“Sure, if you don’t have plans.” That was a very enthusiastic no, apparently. “Cool. Well, I’m gonna take a break, so talk to you later!”

“Uh-huh!” Once she’d left, Vanilla let herself start breathing rapidly before pulling out her phone to text Franka. She had a favor she needed to ask.

--------------------

About an hour after dinner service opened in the cafeteria, Rope got a message from Vanilla saying she was on her way; that’d given the Cautus enough time to pick out something to wear - something without pockets, to keep herself from stealing as much stuff as she might with places to put it - and psyche herself up for a kind of awkward conversation with someone she worked with and hung out with at a couple of parties but didn’t talk to all that much otherwise. Still, that put her in the Top Ten on her “friends and associates” list, since Rope didn’t really talk a lot, period, and she was so innocent and soft...Would’ve been a good mark back in the day, honestly. Course, if she tried anything serious these days, Dobermann would chew her head off, and who knows what Blacksteel would do to her…

Ding-dong! That was her cue. The Cautus gave herself one last once-over and opened the door. “Evening, Va...Vanilla.” Holy shit, she cleaned up well.

“Good evening.” The Vouivre looked more than a little out of her element, admittedly, but that just added to the charm. “I, uh, already got us a table at a place, if that’s alright?”

“Hey, I came in from off the streets; anything’s good enough for me.” True, she did have a couple preferences, but since her...since Vanilla was paying, it wasn’t going to be an issue. What was this, exactly? And wait, didn’t this imply she’d make reservations somewhere? Like people did on dates in movies or whatever?

Doing her best not to jump to conclusions, Rope walked with Vanilla to a nice-looking Siracusan place not too far from her apartment. “This place looks nice, but you didn’t have to spoil me.”

“I know, but uh...I wanted to.” Since there was no way in hell she could be nonchalant about this, she was just going to be as genuine as possible. “We’re at a corner booth, and they aren’t too busy tonight, so we won’t have people listening in on us.”

“Well, well, I didn’t expect you to think of that. Sorry, that sounded meaner than I meant it to be.”

The Vouivre shrugged. “It’s fine - I know people don’t expect it from me. Um, are we drinking tonight, do you think?”

“It’s your money, not mine,” the Cautus replied, “but it’ll probably help if I have a lil’ wine.”

“That works. Excuse me, reservation for 2 for Vanilla?” And with that, their dinner date began.

Once they’d been seated, given a bottle of wine to start with, and ordered their meals, Rope took the lead. “So, you’ve got at least a couple questions for me, right? Wanna make this worth the cash you’re spending on me, after all.”

“How did you know?” That was the most interesting question to her. “Your body says one thing, your heart says another, how do you know which one’s right?”

“I mean, you don’t eat the wrapper, you eat the candy, right? Took some time to figure out why I felt so uncomfortable just, well, being, but as soon as I did, I knew what I wanted to do. Problem is, it’s kinda expensive to get the medications and the surgery and stuff, so for someone stealing just to eat every day, there wasn’t a lot I could do. Then I met Aak, and he helped me out a lot before I got locked up - he’s actually the one who gets me my prescriptions here, too - but I lost some progress since they wouldn’t let me take my meds in prison. The Doctor got me out of there, though, and now I have all the support I need. Sorry, that was more than you asked for.”

Vanilla smiled. “That’s alright; I wanted to ask about all of it. You know, I really had no idea. I mean, even up close, you’re so pretty, I’d never have guessed...”

“Thanks, I think.” Something about that smile raised a question in the Cautus’ mind, so she decided to try and confirm her suspicions. “Where’d you buy that dress, by the way? It looks really good on you.”

“Oh, thank you! Croissant’s resale shop, they might not have another one, but she sells a lot of good stuff for reasonable prices.” It helped that she had a concrete answer, but there was no hiding how happy the Vouivre was to receive that compliment.

Which gave Rope the confidence she needed to say, “It looks like it’s pretty easy to take off, too.”

“Yeah, it’s only got the one strap that...” Vanilla realized what’d happened when the Cautus started giggling. “I was going to ask for help with that later, but I guess you beat me to the punch.”

“If I ever had doubts I was a woman, I definitely don’t right now.”

Now the Vouivre was bright red. “Am I really that obvious?”

“You don’t wear a sign or anything,” Rope replied, still smiling genuinely, “but the way you’ve been looking at me tonight was enough.”

“Yeah, I guess I, um, have been staring...Does this count as a date?”

Rope nodded, having thought she’d regained her composure but finding more giggles to release. “It does now. Oh, man. This was the idea from the beginning, right?”

“I was going to ask you out when I went to give you your meds back,” Vanilla admitted, “so when you asked me to take you out, it was kind of perfect.”

“Wow. I played right into your hands, huh?” The Cautus hadn’t done something like that since she’d tried to pick Miss Swire’s pocket all those months ago - the thing that’d gotten her locked up, actually.

She shrugged. “You kind of did, yeah. We should probably eat our food before it gets too much colder.”

“Shit, how long have we been talking? I lost track.” The ex-thief cut into her steak, watching it bleed with a satisfied smile. “Nice and rare. Oh, sorry, you’re an animal-person, right?”

“W-well, as long as they’re raised humanely, being used for protein isn’t the worst thing that could happen to them. I mean, slugs eat meat, too, although Biggie’s actually doing really well on the low-meat high-protein diet I have him on.” At the mention of her beloved pet, her eyes lit up.

Rope leaned forward. “I’ve seen you driving him around base in a stroller before. You really love him, don’t you?”

“He’s so precious, how could you not!” And as planned, she was off. “Oh, you should have seen him the other day...”

What’d started off with an awkward moment in the trading post was quickly shaping up to be the best night either of them had had in awhile; as the Vouivre began regaling her with stories of her precious pet slugs, the Cautus ate her meal, paying close attention. Vanilla would’ve made an easy mark, it was true, but looking at her now, that was the last thing on Rope’s mind, even though she had plenty of thoughts on what she could do with her...

[cosmicbash]

no but like oh my god, imagine if kells only has sex with em bc that’s the only way he can think of repaying the rapper??? christ, like, he only thinks of em’s own pleasure instead of his own, using his body as an apology, bc that’s the only way he knows how (i mean there’s his music too, but he thinks em fucking hates his music) ((idk might write abt this, but i kinda want u to kickstart it uknow?))

Yess yess yess I love this.

It starts out as a misunderstanding, of course, because how else would their relationship begin?

A series of short tentative chats that somehow blossom into a full on dinner together, Colson sweating and more anxious than he's ever been in his life. It just doesn't seem real, that not only could he be mending this feud with his idol but also sitting across from him at some fancy restaurant table learning Eminem eats his steaks well done like some child. And laughing about it. 

He's actually laughing. With his idol, his rival, his highschool crush. Long legs kicking out under the table at his own bad jokes, Em half smirking back at him. Their feet brushing one too many times for the color to leave his cheeks even after he's done giggling.

By the time Colson is talking Em into splitting some crazy good looking chocolate cake he actually feels better than he has in years. Since before the beef. So of course something has to go wrong. It really would have to be a dream for things not to sour.

He wants to pretend the first few flirty comments are in his head. That Em reaching across the table to roughly rub some chocolate off his cheek is a Detroit thing. But by the time they're finished eating and waiting for the check Colson's creeping suspicion has turned into full on alarm bells blaring. There's just no way to excuse the nervous looks or Em's almost hesitant invitation up to his hotel room. 

It feels like a slap to the face. Everything suddenly makes sense. Why they're eating in the other rapper's hotel, why Em is even speaking to him. None of this is to repair their relationship or end the beef. It's all just some poorly hidden buttering up before Em asks him to get down on his knees. 

Colson should blow up. He should just lash out and throw his fist into Em's face. Storm out and flag down the valet. He's not some escort that the rapper can rent for the night and feed a fancy dinner to.

But there's that guilty feeling that has settled into the pit of his stomach. The one that's been there since he first lashed out and ruined everything with his diss track, the comments about Hailey, his childish bitching in interviews. It's only doubled since they first sat down to eat. Every muffled chuckle and weakly hidden smile from the older man digging that pit deeper and deeper. Showing him what he carelessly threw away in some desperate grab for attention.

It's got a small voice in the back of Colson's head warning him how if he says no and storms out he's just doing the same thing all over again, cutting Em out of his life. This time possibly forever.

So Colson bites his tongue and nods. His fingers anxiously climbing up into his hair to help hide the guilty look he knows must be on his face when he stutters out a "y-yeah, yeah, sure."

The genuine smile Em flashes back at him at his agreement just feels like a knife being jammed next to the shovel.

How can the man look so fucking blissful about something that feels like borderline blackmail?

But Em does. He looks stunned, downright flustered even at first at his response. Then happy. A happy that isn't hidden by some fake cough or behind a delicate yet strong looking hand for once. It gives Colson something precious to hold onto in the sea of uncomfortable and nasty emotions twisting up his stomach while the older rapper pays. 

The knot just twists itself up tighter once they're in the elevator, his silence thankfully brushed off as nervousness by Em. The almost shy glance of steely blue eyes his way making him feel so small while buttons are pressed. Usually Colson would blame this kind of nausea on the ride itself, but for once his phobia of the small metal deathtraps is actually being overpowered. A new fear worming its way through his guts as each floor number blinks to life.

He doesn't want to freak out. To run away, but hes too goddamn sober for this. Avoiding smoking and turning down the offer of wine at dinner just to try and impress his idol was threatening to be his downfall. If he'd known Em was going to show such little respect and consideration to his being like this he would have lit a fat one up right there at the table. Hell, maybe that would have changed the older man's mind about propositioning him in the first place. Surely a druggie asshole was less appealing to make drop to their knees instead of his current carefully put together primped and meek self.

"Only a few more floors. Don't go green on me just yet Kelly." 

Colson didn't know whether to take the playful nudge as comforting or creepy. Maybe, a little flattering? If Em had actually looked into him enough to learn about his problem with elevators and the man just wasn't guessing off the apparent discolor of his face that is.

"Y-yeah."

Imagining Eminem of all people actually following his interviews or caring about his personal life that much felt like a pipe dream though. 

Outside of the next 20 minutes or however long it took for the bastard to get his rocks off he highly doubted Em would put much thought into his existence at all. Which would be fair. After all the shit he's said and done he really doesn't deserve the time of day from his idol. 

A ding and the elevator doors were opening. Colson's legs feeling numb beneath him when he finally lets go of the railing in the elevator to stumble forward. Thankful that Em's focus was on digging his room's keycard out of his wallet and not his clumsy steps. Each one bringing them closer and closer to their destination, making the whole situation so vividly real he couldn't help but panic again. The other man's forced small talk about how he "Doesn't usually book the penthouse suite-" falling on deaf ears.

It’s ironic, how often he had dreamed for this exact scenario. For Eminem to be leading him up to some fancy high end hotel room, promising to shower him fully in his attention and gaze. Only now, with his dream coming true right before his eyes he can’t help but feel bittersweet about the heated gaze holding him frozen just outside the door. Em’s final offer for him to back down before they both step through the threshold clear as day in the look.

The twist in his gut tells Colson to take it, to just spin around on his heel and run away with his tail tucked between his legs. Accept he’s too much of a coward and too full of himself to actually mend their beef.

But the desperate need he feels for forgiveness and absolvement pushes Colson forward instead. Sheer will alone giving him the confidence to twirl his idols hoodie strings around his fingers to drag Em inside with him. The loud beat of his heart completely smothering the other man’s flustered outburst. 

Just like in church the blonde finds himself on his knees not too long after entering. Mouth open and hands clasped together, ready to ask for forgiveness. Except this god he’s praying to is running it’s fingers through his hair, and there’s a stiff cock separating his palms. A chorus of curses and “Holy fuck, K-Kelly just wait a second, shit, your tongue is-“ tickling his ears instead of hymns.

He’s never sucked a cock before, and it’s embarrassing how quickly he finds himself choking. But Colson doesn’t give up, even when his jaw starts to ache and the grip on his hair grows a bit too tight. His discomfort doesn’t matter here. He just needs to make Em happy, earn the forgiveness he doesn’t deserve.

“Can I- fuck, can I fuck your face?” Both of the older rapper’s palms are holding his bangs away from his face, tilting his head back just enough to force their eyes to meet. The shame in his chest doubles but so does the surprising tightness in his jeans when he sees the uncharacteristic flush to Em’s cheeks.

He isn’t experienced, the smart thing to do would be pull off and admit that. He’s seen first hand how disastrous things can go but his head bobs in a yes anyway. Eyes already starting to water from how the action jabs the other rappers cock right against his gag reflex.

A low groan is all the warning he gets before Em’s fingers are knotting in his hair, forcing his head down to meet the thrust of strong hips. Stuffing that hard dick down his throat so fast it burns and his hands can’t help but flail, helplessly grabbing onto the meat of the older rapper’s thighs through his sweats. Unable to even steal another gasp of air before it happens again. Em’s hips pistoning forward to fuck his mouth like some cheap replaceable toy. 

Even after he gags and gurgles spit the rapper doesn’t stop. 

The harsh pants of praise and encouragement burning his ears just as hotly as the tears in his eyes. “Ah, so good. So fucking good baby, the best, ah-“

Colson doesn’t know what’s worse, how quickly his heart skips at the surprise tern of endearment or how pathetically his cock jerks in his underwear. Not that he has much time to think on it with how Em abruptly forces his face right down to the bone, soft and scratchy pubes tickling his nose. Startling him before the other man’s blowing his load, Colson’s eyes widening and nails cutting deeply into Em’s legs while he chokes. There’s too much, even with his throat reflexively swallowing it still fills up his mouth and bursts out the sides. Dripping down his chin and out onto his shirt when Em finally pulls him off.

It’s salty, and thick. Nothing like the eggnog Rook’s joked to him it tastes like. There’s nothing sweet about this thick cream, even if the lightheaded feeling he’s got from milking it out still makes him feel drunk. 

“Shit. I wanna take a picture.“ Em’s palm is tilting his head back again, dragging his glassy eyes up away from the twitching spit slick cock in front of him. Thumb forcing his tongue down flat to flash what he can only imagine has to be a white mess before the hand in his hair is fumbling out a phone. “Can I?”

He almost wants to laugh at how the brunette doesn’t even wait for his answer before there is the unmistakable flash of a phone light temporarily blinding him. A curse and then another two, these ones at least allowing him the chance to shut his eyes tightly.

The shame within him is boiling, burning through his veins like lava and making his heart drop down into his stomach.

“So pretty-“ Em’s fingers are releasing his tongue and jaw to rake through his bangs yet again. Exposing his face even though Colson wants nothing more than to hide. A stifled sob tearing at his aching throat while he swallows what he can inside his mouth without completely gagging.

He can’t cry. That would ruin the mood wouldn't it? And if it doesn't, Colson doesn't know how he would handle having Em laugh at his tears. The almost soft demeanor and shy quality to his tone is all thats keeping the blonde from running away as it is. 

The shuffle of shoes and curl of strong fingers pulling him up startles Colson's eyes back open. Lashes fluttering to blink away the brief flash of wetness that's blurred his vision before he realizes he's being kissed. That Em's palms are cupping his jaw yet again, helping him to his feet. 

It's scratchy, and softer than he expects. Not that he was expecting Eminem to be kissing him in the first place, but the man doesn't relent. Just keeps kissing him, even after he's grown to his full height and the angle of their heads has switched. Em's tongue snaking its way inside his mouth while they stumble back further into the room. Until Colson's head is feeling fuzzy and his knees weak, the cushioned crash of his body hitting a mattress barely felt.

It feels wrong when Em's hands smooth up over his chest and down inside his jeans. The uncontrollable kick of his hips up into a tight hand around his cock almost blasphemous. There's no reason for Em to even be bothering with touching him there, he doesn't deserve it. But the rapper is sucking and nibbling along his neck, up into his ear to whisper a dozen filthy praises and compliments. None of them possibly true.

"So pretty-" "Perfect-" "Wanted to touch you for so long-" 

"Stop-" Colson's hands feel shaky as they drag his idols face back up to meet his in a messy kiss. Breath tight while he tries to speak between pecks. "Just- fuck, just hurry-"

When he winds up on his stomach some point into the night, Em's too big cock pressing hard against his entrance he can't help but cry out. The pitiful fist he shoves between his own teeth doing nothing to stifle the sound.

It hurts, more than the thin fingers he'd taken only moments prior. But not as much as the soothing shushes and affectionate run of hands through his hair. 

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(Okay so this has set in my docs wayyyy too long now and you said you just wanted it maybe even as a kickstart so 🤲🤲 here is my humble offering)

[hitozy]

suga mama ≪ masterlist ≫  wherever, whenever

Hinata Shoyo has done multiple stupid things in his life, which is why he is amazed on how much he is hating himself right now. 

He still can’t believe what he has done. 

After Kenma unnecessary telling him that YN’s dad was NOT coming to her graduation and that was why he should come instead; he actually got dressed up, bought her a present, got on a train and bought flowers on the way to their school only to find out, that it was a LIE. 

And now here he is, absurdly unprepared thanks to Kenma, sitting beside her very tall, very handsome and very rich father, waiting for the ceremony to start and for YN to walk up that stadium and take her diploma.  

Did he mention he’s sweating bullets?

“You said your name is Hinata Shoyo, correct?” Hinata grips his thighs to stop himself from yelping,“Y-YES SIR!” 

Mr. LN looks at him with amusement. “There is no need for you to be nervous around me, Shoyo. Unless you are thinking of or already courting my daughter,” he turns towards Hinata, leaning against the back of the chair while propping his head on his hand, sharing an intense gaze. 

A few minutes pass and Hinata can’t utter a word. He wants to deny it but the unsaid words feel heavy and wrong on his tongue.

“Ah, I see.” Is all Mr. LN says, before turning back to his previous position and looking up front, “My bunny, Hinata Shoyo, is not a toy or a plaything. So I want you to know that I do not condone nor support any kind of baboonery, but-” he arranges his cuffs, “ I know she is her own person and responsible enough to make her own decisions, no matter how difficult it may be.”

Hinata has seen and spoken to YN multiple times to know this already, but he finds it very touching to know just how close they are. She really does have a good relationship with him, even though he must be so busy...

“Still, if you toy with her, her emotions or take her for less than what she is, I have enough money and connections to make you go away. Do I make myself clear?” 

Hinata is a bit impressed by this man, but mostly terrified. “Y-yes sir.”

Mr. LN smiles at Hinata, “Bunny told me that you have been thinking about doing beach volleyball… do you have a plan formed yet?”

He shakes his head, “No, we’re still looking into it ah- coach and I!”

Mr. LN observes him for a while and finally says, “If you need money to travel or a place to stay abroad, or even a letter to get a visa”, he hands Hinata his business card with his personal cellphone on the back, “let me know. You have a lot of potential from what my daughter has said, I would hate for it to get wasted because of finances. Or you could also tell YN, she will be working with me part time while studying at university. Either way,” he chuckles, “we would help. We have a knack for giving and never receiving.”

… Hinata should have gotten YN a better present.

After the ceremony, Mr. LN called the driver to take the graduates and Hinata to a high-end restaurant. They had a private room and everything just for them. 

Once again, Hinata was not prepared for this.

Across from him, he sees a very drunk Fukunaga eating dumplings with chocolate syrup and a drunk Yamamoto crying about girls, eating some kind of steak… with chocolate syrup and wasabi. Kenma is kind of drunk, streaming the whole ordeal. And YN?

YN is pressed against his side, giggling at her friend's antics. He can feel her warmth through his sleeve and thanks every godly entity out there of this opportunity.

Then he curses them all when she shifts, sandwiching his arm between her breasts while throwing her legs on top of his.

His thoughts divide into: ‘she's so soft’ to ‘i am such a pervert, oh god’ but he can’t bring himself to separate from her, this is the closest they have sat together, ever and he wants to enjoy it while it lasts. So he buries all the sinful thoughts and just memorizes her on him… for future reference… for when he is alone. And she doesn't have to know about it.

When Yamamoto stands up to take off his pants is when Hinata calls their leave. He picks up YN’s phone and dials the driver to pick them up. He kind of has to carry-drag them all out.

As soon as they get out, it's like a domino effect, Yamamoto falls and so does the rest. He quickly moves and manages to get YN just before falling down.

She giggles in his arms and wraps her arms around his neck looking at him with hazy eyes.

“Oh my, a knight in shining armour has arrived just in time,” she trails a finger from his forehead toward the tip of his nose, bopping it, “what would my knight like as a reward?”

Hinata feels his face heat up, a telltale sign of his blush, “No-nothing, Miss.Princess, now come on, the driver is almost here…”

Giggling she holds his face between her hands, “Oh but I must pumpkin~ and I know what it should be”, and with that she leans forward.

Her lips are a lot more softer and plush than he had imagined. He could feel the slight coat of shimmery gloss that she still had on her lips, when she separated a bit he took up the chance of licking his lips. Strawberry.

She leaned again, applying more pressure this time but still keeping it soft, not for very long though. The way she tugged him towards her and her teeth nipped his lip caused him to gasp, letting her slip her tongue inside his mouth.

This is my first kiss, was all Hinata could think as he let his hand slide slowly up her spine to grip the back of her head and deepen the kiss.  I like this a lot. He smashes his chest against hers and tugged her bottom lip, dominating the kiss. He didn’t have any experience beforehand, so he hoped he was doing it right. When Hinata wrapped his arms around her tightly, he accidentally grinded against her, causing YN to moan. 

Her moan snapped him out of his trance. 

Panting, he started to back away from her, "Princess, the driver is almost here, come on, let's pick up the guys." Instead of letting him go though, YN buried her face in his neck, “Don’t wanna.” Hinata couldn’t help the giggle that came out, he wasn’t sure if it was because of the kiss or how cute she was acting but he had never felt this warm in his life.

As he helped the driver load up everyone and settle down, he thought about what just happened and their relationship. 

Yachi was right, I do like YN a lot more than everyone else, he blushes realizing that he grinded up against her. He was so close to taking it a step too far, and he hasn’t even told her about his feelings! 

But she’s so much better than me, and could go for someone better as well. So talented and beautiful and strong.

And he can’t even receive all of the balls properly.

He wondered if the kiss was a way of YN expressing her feelings… or just a drunk meaningless moment. He then felt something fall on his shoulder. YN dropped her head there and proceeded to intertwined their fingers before falling asleep.

You’re so beautiful, like a princess. But soon the princess would become a Queen, and she would need a King by her side... not a pumpkin knight.

“Pumpkin?” YN softly says, curling up against him. 

“I’m here, Miss. Princess,” for as long as you let me, kissing the top of your head.

He decided it was better not to question it and just live it day by day.

suga mama ≪ masterlist ≫  whenever, wherever

no facts on this one... I’m gonna let it all sink in...

You’ll be seeing the first chapter of part ii sometime this week :) (once i finish the draft lol)

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[aureumjeon]

gone cold (m) ksj

pairing; seokjin x reader ft. jungkook

genre; exes au, college au basically angst, smut, inspired by the 1975 - somebody else.

warnings; mentions of alcohol, y/n falling out of love and seokjin's heart getting broken, hints of infidelity, daddy kink, oral (female receiving), pussy/panty sniffing, rimming, squirting, fingering, boring missionary, yn being an asshole.

word count; 6100

summary;

➜ at this point, seokjin was the only one carrying this weight with his own two hands. it took everything he had and then some to salvage your slowly deteriorating relationship. he hoped that you'd find yourself in his arms again but the truth was inevitable. Your love had gone cold and you're intertwining your soul with somebody else.

a/n; i absolutely DO NOT condone any from of cheating 🤢 stay loyal friends. yn is the one in the wrong (don't wanna say cheater oof) here since jin could never 🤧

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"Are you sure you'll tag along?" Taehyung asked cautiously, placing the last bottle of vodka he was assigned to bring to the party in a brown disposable bag.

"Yeah," Jin replied calmly, "It's been so long since I last went. Namjoon's probably worried. I should at least show up to let them know I'm okay."

Taehyung gave the elder a sympathetic smile. He took the bag in his right arm and placed the other on Jin's shoulder. "Let's go, yeah?"

Six months ago

It was your second year anniversary and Jin was busying himself in the kitchen preparing your dinner like the culinary student he was. "How do you want your steak?" he called, passively watching you on the couch being a little too preoccupied with your mobile phone to be honest. "Yn." He demanded your attention again. 

You looked up in surprise, a cheeky smile in tow. "Yes, baby?"

God, you really weren't paying attention. He's starting to wonder what, or who, was making you put all your focus on your phone.

He'll let it slide since it's your anniversary. "Medium or medium rare?" He questioned, holding the slab of marbled meat next to his face.

"Hmmm," you hummed playfully, lips forming into a pout while thinking of an answer. "Medium rare, please!" You grinned, toothy smile and chubby cheeks. Gosh, you were too cute and it made his heart hurt that he almost doubted you for a second. 

You stood up from your seat and waddled your way next to your boyfriend. "That looks super yummy!" You pointed eagerly to the pot of buttery mashed potato he had prepared beforehand. 

"Wait till you taste the gravy, you're going to beg me for more." Jin smirked, fingers reaching to poke at your side. "Jin!" You yelped suddenly, binding your arms around your torso by instinct and shielding it from what's about to come. 

He stepped towards you and was now using his figure that was twice the size of yours, to restrict you from escaping any route possible. Eventually trapping you between the counter and his firm chest. 

His fingers carefully traced the hem of your — his — shirt that falls just above your flawless thighs, playing with the loose threads hanging. "Hmmm?" His eyebrow quirked, finding out that you weren't wearing any shorts under the oversized shirt.

"You're such a tease, princess."

As if on cue, his little pet name for you flipped a switch and you felt the heat growing bigger between your nimble legs. "D-daddy…" You groaned bashfully, burying your face in his chest while wrapping your arms around his slim waist.

"Yes, princess?" His slender hand carefully moved from the hem of your shirt to your ass. Kneading at the supple flesh exposed by your skimpy thong.

"Did this for you," you mumbled into him, hands crawling upwards to clutch onto his broad and firm shoulders. You sighed wistfully.

"Did you now?" His tone was quite questionable. He thought about interrogating you with what's got you so invested and giggling at the screen of your phone and straight up disregarding him, but he'd rather not ruin the mood already set up for the two of you.

Jin secured his arms where your butt meets your thighs and elevated you to sit on the edge of the counter where your sex was perfectly aligned with his crotch. The coldness from the glass counter top causes goose bumps to creep up your skin and you feel all your senses heighten. Especially your sense of touch.

His hands slowly pried your legs open, exposing your pretty lace panties glistening with your wetness. The heat from his palms were burning invisible marks on your skin, further igniting the flame in your stomach. "So lovely." He cooed, rubbing his clothed dick against your aching core. "Tell daddy what princess wants." He maintained his actions, grinding his hips against you. The friction caused all your blood to rush to your head, face now red as a tomato.

"Tongue," you squirmed in place, biting your lips to suppress the moans eagerly wanting to tumble out. "I want your tongue, please?"

"Since my princess asked so nicely," He knelt down so that he's face to face with your core. He leaned forward, nose gently brushing against your covered slit. You shivered at the minimal contact, leaning back and resting your head on the cabinet behind you while exhaling a blissful sigh.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, soaking up the intoxicating scent of your arousal. His fingers sank into the rosy flesh of your thighs, nails engraving crescent moon shaped indents as he fights the urge to devour you right then and there.

"My princess smells so sweet." He purred contentedly, following the line of your underwear.

After what felt like an eternity, you finally felt his hands climb to the curve of your hips. Gripping at the waist band, he pulled your underwear all the way down your legs. He held onto the piece of cloth for a while, crumpling it into his hand and shoving it up his nostrils. He looked so fucking erotic while sniffing up your delicious aroma. "Daddy…" You whined impatiently, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You looked desperate, hands coming to rest on your boyfriend's shapely shoulder. "Need you, please? "Don't worry, princess. Daddy will take care of you." Jin strictly believed in the saying "The slower the pace, the stronger the orgasm." That's why he consistently took his time with you whether eating you out or fucking you senseless.

He licked his plump lips like this was his last meal on earth, admiring how pink and glossy your sex was, and all for him. Jin's forefinger reached for your sensitive nub, carefully drawing out small circles while keenly watching it grow erect. 

You sighed in relief, like a massive weight has been lifted in your chest. Such small ministrations from his end yet it caused such an immense effect on you. You watched him pucker his lips, collecting saliva in his mouth then erotically letting it drip down from his lips to your cunt aching cunt.

"O-oh," you gasped, relishing in the wetness and warmth of his spit that dribbled down your slit. 

"You like that, huh?" He hummed sweetly, taking in with pride the reactions he's eliciting from you. One massaging finger became two. He began tweaking and pinching and rolling your soaked clit between his two digits, sending tiny shocks of electricity throughout your entire body. 

By the way your heart was erratically beating in your chest and the way your eyes uncontrollably fluttered shut, you could sense your release reaching its peak. Yet your body has still been craving for more.

At this point, you were drenched with the blend of your juices and his saliva obscenely dripping down to the floor. "My princess is so fucking wet," He lowered himself, face now lined-up with your asshole. "D-daddy!" You mewled out loudly, entangling your hand in his raven locks when you felt his wet tongue rimming your puckered hole. Lewd sucking and slurping sound coming from him as his viciously lapped and sucked and nipped at the open flesh like a man starved. 

"F-fuck, Jin…" As if your brain malfunctioned, you accidentally called him by his name. He stopped in his track just as he was about to prod your entrance with his tongue. "Did I hear that right? Jin?" He scoffed, jerking his head slightly. Suddenly, Jin licked a big-fat stripe from your ass up to your clit making you jolt in surprise "I'm gonna pretend that didn't happen," he stated, practised fingers going over the shape of your lower lips. Without a warning or giving you a second to think, he plunged his entire middle finger in you. 

"D-d-daddy!" You wailed as your legs began shaking, head lolling back in delight. He began ramming his digit inside you at a ruthless pace, the sound of his palm meeting your pelvic echoed in the otherwise silent kitchen. The sting, it was definitely there. You can tell by the friction from his calloused finger scraping against your cavity. It stung, but you'd accept this generous punishment over not having an orgasm at all.

"Here?" He smirked, pupils blown out in unbridled lust. Tickling the rough spot deep with your sex. "Does my princess want to be touched here?"

Jin watched your face contorted in pleasure. Breathing ragged, brows furrowed and lips red and swollen from you biting into it too much before adding another finger into the mix. 

You shrieked at the stretch, wallowing in the burning sensation all happening between your legs. And when he commenced the attack on your almost forgotten clit with his tongue, the small flame in the pit of your stomach began spreading like wildfire. You felt your temperature rising. Your entire body was stricken with sweat.

"Is my princess close?" Jin teased through his teeth, mouth still attached to your sensitive nub. The only reply you could come up with was a small nod, trembling hands clenched into a fist.

"Then come for your Daddy, princess." He coaxed. "Let me see that pussy cry." His voice and command were enough for your velvet walls to start convulsing around his long fingers.

Jin began scissoring his fingers inside you while simultaneously thrusting deeper. With your mouth partly open, you began choking out a breathless cry.

You were so fucking close and just as his torturous fingers brushed against your cervix, you instantly feel the fierce wave of your much awaited climax wash over you. Your toes curled inwards as your heels began digging into his back, urging him and signalling that you were coming. A rip-roaring moan came from your mouth in sheer unadulterated bliss. Now. Swiftly, he covered your entire sex with his mouth, seizing every last bit of your squirting orgasm.

He stared at your fucked out image through hooded lids, gulping down all your juices. He detached himself from your pussy and wiped the excess liquid at the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

"We should have dessert first more often." He smiled triumphantly.

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"Jin!" Namjoon bellowed over the thumping bass when he caught sight of Jin's figure entering through the front door.

"Joonie!" He answered back, teasing his junior with the nickname he gave him years ago. He waved his hands in the air so that Namjoon wouldn't lose sight of him in the sea of sweaty and drunken people occupying the living room area.

When they finally crossed paths, Namjoon enveloped Jin in a big bear hug. "Ugh! When was the last time I saw you, man?" He smacked Jin by the shoulder, "I missed you, Hyung." Although soft, Namjoon's voice was heard by Jin.

"Yea, missed you too." "Hi Hyung!" Taehyung beamed, peeking from Jin's back. "I've got the goods!" He shakes the bag of alcohol in their faces.

"Good!" Namjoon high-fives his Junior. Ushering them both to what they dubbed his special room. "We ain't sharing that with anyone besides ourselves." He smirked.

He was the host, technically he could do whatever the frick he wanted. Even if it was to set aside the cheap booze for the entire party to share and save the finer haul for him and his boys. "C'mon, man. We've got some catching up to do." Namjoon leads both of the boys to his study. The sooner they leave this crowded area, the sooner his anxiety will fade. When Jin entered the said room, he was hit in the face with a sense of nostalgia. The room was completely the same as the last time he was here. The furniture was the same, interior decoration the same, even the automated air-freshener spray was the same damn artificial lemon scent that made his head hurt. The only thing different from before was you weren't by his side. "Jin Hyung!" Hobi cheered, eagerly standing up from his seat on the couch to meet his hyung. "So good to see you!" Knuckles and fingers smacking against each other as they did their famous handshake that honestly had too many steps to remember. After everyone was settled in, they all gathered on Namjoon's leather couch at the far-right corner of the room next to the mini bar. "I'm so glad you came, hyung. I kinda thought you were dead." Namjoon joked, gathering ice and glasses and an assortment of chips and dips for everyone. "Hmmm, I've seen better days but I'm fine." Jin replied with a shrug of his shoulders. A deep forced chuckle escaped his lips followed by a sigh. Everyone was silent. "Ahhhh!" Hoseok tried to ease the tensioned atmosphere in the room, "By the way hyung, I have a friend," he effectively emphasized with a wiggle of his sharp brows "that has been dying to meet you!" "Who?" Taehyung inquired casually, popping a chip in his mouth. "You know Irene?" The corner of Hoseok's lip quirked, eyes hit with a glint of boastfulness. Anyone who was anyone knew who Irene was. Only a hermit living under a rock wouldn't. "The new transfer student and President of the Drama club 'Irene'?!" Namjoon’s eyes grew wide like saucers. "Yeah, that Irene." Hoseok proudly announced as if he was the one the girl was interested in. "We're in the same major and She's been asking," he paused, thinking of a more efficient way to put it into words, "more like pestering me, to introduce you to her." "Well since it's Jin-hyung we're talking about," Namjoon cuts, "it's only fair that one of the hottest girls on campus would be interested in our dear friend, also considered one of the best-looking guys on campus." "What do you say, Jin-hyung?" Hoseok asked. Namjoon and Taehyung were now anticipating an answer from their elder. Only a big moron would refuse an invitation from Irene. Jin took a few moments to think about his answer, brows furrowing into several positions before ultimately agreeing to his junior's offer. It's been 2 months and there's nothing wrong with putting himself out there. He was single anyways. "Yeah!" Hoseok exclaimed, fist pumping into the air. The thoughts of a week's worth of supply of those overpriced dumplings Irene promised him if he was able to get her and Jin to go on a date swims in his head. "I'll text her right now! And ask her if she can come," Hoseok lined his vision with Namjoon, eyes round and begging "if it's alright with Namjoon." "Yeah, tell her to bring friends." He winked, with dimples to match. "Ahhhh," Taehyung sighed, cracking his shoulders before leaning back in his seat, "That's great, since y/n's moved on and started dating that jung--" before he could even finish that sentence, both his hyungs were staring daggers at him. "S-sorry, Jin-hyung… I didn't…" Jin waved him off, "It's fine. I already know."

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Three months ago. "Hey, I saw yn at x station yesterday." Baekhyun suddenly opened up. He and Jin were on shopping duty for next week's final practical exam. "Really? You must have been mistaken. She's with her sister in Busan," he reasonably argued while choosing which bundle of iceberg cabbage was the freshest. "She is? I could have sworn it was her!" Baekhyun was sure that his 20-20 vision wouldn't betray him at a time like that. But since Jin confirmed that you were at your sister's house for the weekend, maybe he was wrong and the person he saw was some kind of doppelganger look-alike. "Ahhhhh, Maybe you're right. The girl I saw was with a dude from the university’s football club anyways, couldn't have been y/n." He concludes, sniffing a knob of garlic. You? The y/n l/n that he knew would never lie to him about anything, let alone cheat on him with another guy, he thinks. In the two years of you being together, lying and cheating on your boyfriend would be the last on your mind. You weren't that type of person, right? The sweet, caring, thoughtful, and undeniably soft y/n he knew would never do such a thing, especially to someone she loved. Before he started losing interest in grocery shopping for forty percent of his final grade. Which was also a key factor of him graduating, he shook all the unnecessary thoughts plaguing his mind and focused all his attention at the task at hand. "Which is better, Jin?" Baekhyun somehow helped him escape the trance he was in, distracting him with two red plump tomatoes in each hand. "That one." Jin pointed to the one in the boy's left hand. Baekhyun examined the two tomatoes, taking a sniff of each. Jin was right, the fruit on the left did in fact smell sweeter than one on the right. Its crimson color was far more vibrant, too. "How do you know by just looking?" Again, Baekhyun was amazed at Jin's instinct when it came to food and cooking. "I just do." Jin smiled. He just does, like he always has. -- Monday arrived and there was still no sign of you. Jin called and texted you several times today to ensure that you were alright but you hadn't replied since Sunday morning. That was enough to make him worry about your well being. But Jin knew you well enough to know that if there was something wrong, anything wrong, you'd let him know right away. You trusted him and he trusted you. That's just how you two were. At around 4 in the afternoon, he contemplated contacting your sister to ask if you were en route back to university. As he hovered his thumb over the call button next to 'Sulli Noona��", the front door opened and you came in with an exhausted look on your face. "Y/n!" He jogged over to your direction and aided you with your bag, placing it on the empty chair in the foyer. "How was Busan?" He asked, walking to the kitchen to fetch you a glass of water. "Same same. Sis made me do lots of work around the house, though." You complained, untying your shoelaces before kicking off your shoes. "Here's some wa--" "Later," you interrupted, not giving him the chance to hand you the cold beverage. "Wanna take a shower first. I'm all sweaty and dirty." Without barely turning to look back, you hopped into the shower. As he stared at the cold drink dripping condensation in his hand, he heard the shower turn on. Oh, you must be terribly tired, he thought. He shrugged his shoulders and decided not to be on your ass too much. He figured you'd want to take a rest first, that he'll bug you later instead. Later that evening, Jin couldn't hold himself any longer. Two days of you gone felt like two months to him. He needed to kiss you, touch you, feel you. "Princess…" Jin whispered softly over the night time silence, massaging your waist. "Please, Jin. I'm too tired and really want to sleep." You groaned hoarsely, removing his hand from your body. "Please, y/n." He peppered the curve of your shoulder with light airy kisses. "I really missed you." He whined like child as he wrapped his arms around your torso to pull you flush against him "Can't it wait?" You drowsily murmured, pulling the blanket over your exposed shoulder, not wanting to be any part of it. "Please…" he mused, carefully slipping his hand into your underwear. "Being at your sister's house must have drained all your energy. Let me help you relax." He hummed playfully, circling your flit with the pad of his middle finger. "Uh, fine." You grunted in annoyance. "Just get it over with." You rolled flat on your back, eyes still closed. That's odd, Jin speculated. This was the first time you had acted this hostile whenever he initiated sex. Be it after finals or rehearsal at drama club, you never refused his advances. Maybe it was the fatigue talking, maybe your sister did tire you out too much. Well, he just needed to double the effort of making you feel good. "Want to eat you out so bad, miss how you taste." He confessed openly, his body ghosting over your resting figure while hands tugging on your panty. "No." You abruptly declared, "I don't want you to eat me out. Just want your dick." Your words caught him off guard. You were a pillow princess, and that's an absolute fact. Usually, you'd enjoyed the feeling of being eaten and spoiled rotten until you came. He never thought you'd want to go straight to penetration without proper foreplay. "Are you sure, princess?" Jin was reluctant, of course. "You're not wet enough, and I haven't stretched you out properly." The thought of you being in pain rather than feeling bliss bothered him to an extent. "It's fine." Your hands flew to your mouth, scooping up the saliva you accumulated between your lips and rubbed it on your raw pussy. "See? It's fine." "O-okay…" If you say so. Jin lowered the band of his boxers, making his hard cock spring free. Bulbous tip already leaking pre-cum. Just to be sure, he let his spit dribble from his mouth to his dick, coating his entire length with more lubrication. He lined himself up, rubbing against your tight slit. "Are you ready, princess?" "Y-yeah." Gradually, Jin pushed the tip of his cock into you. You were so tight and still not wet enough. He heard you hiss in pain when half of his length was buried in you. He brushed the strands of hair out of your face and asked, "Are you okay, princess?" You nodded, "Keep going." Half heartedly, he sinks his entire length into your sex. You suddenly moaned as he bottomed out, but he couldn't distinguish if it was out of pleasure or out of pain. Your walls clenched around him uncomfortably, and he wonders if he should continue or not. He stilled his movements for quite a while, gauging your reactions. "Why'd you stop?" You inquired, face grimacing. "Keep going." He silently nodded and started moving his hips. Once he's set a comfortable rhythm for the both of you, he watched your face illuminated by the moonlight carefully. Your expression changed from the initial scowl you were wearing to a less tense frown. Of course you weren't aware that Jin was observing you. You had your eyes closed the whole time, looking less amused as the seconds went by. He's having second thoughts now; he shouldn't have forced you to do something you didn't want to. Instead of thinking about you and how you felt, he put his own horniness first. He cursed himself and his damn selfishness as he was halfway through his orgasm and you haven't borne any sign of climax yet. He clenched his teeth and shut his eyes. He was gonna make you come whatever it took, even if it meant him coming first. Jin hooked the back of your knees at the bend of his arms, and he was now pounding you harshly into the mattress. His strokes were sharp and forceful, making you whimper. A few pumps later, he found himself spilling his warm fluid into your cavern, coating your walls with his seed. He took a minute to steady his breathing before he was crawling down to your dripping pussy. Right before Jin's fingers came in contact with your cunt, you slapped his hand away. "What are you doing?" You scolded. "I was about to-- you hadn't come yet so--" He explained nervously, like he was caught doing something he shouldn't have. "I thought I should--" "Stop." You cut him off again, harshly this time. Propping yourself up to go to the bathroom. "You don't need to." "But yn--" "I told you, you don't have to!" you spat venomously at him before slamming the door behind you. He heard the shower turn on again. The sound of the water droplet hitting the tiles turning into white noise in his head. You're tired and angry because of the fatigue. That must be it, he thought. Surely it was, he hoped. -- After that incident, things never went back to normal. Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into a month. That's how long you've been acting so cold and indifferent towards him. This wasn't like you; it wasn't like you at all. You never learned to harbour grudges or act so cruel. Every day he wondered what he did or said wrong which caused you to suddenly behave this way. If he could turn back time and erase everything he did that night, he'd do in a heartbeat. He bought you your favourite flowers and sweets, he took you out on spontaneous dates even if you were the least bit interested and cooked you your favourite foods for dinner four times a week that took a sizable chunk out of his bank account. He did everything he could, and thought was right to make you forgive him. He wanted you back. The one who loved being cuddled and tickled, the one who whined like a big baby whenever he didn't give you the attention that you wanted, the one who gave a thousand kisses a day and still wouldn't stop at that. He wanted you; he wanted you back so much that it was starting to hurt him physically. He missed you so much. He wanted you, the old you. He never lost hope, though. Even if it meant him failing a hundred times only to get it right once, he still wouldn't give up. Until one day he caught you stuffing your suitcase to the brim with all of your belongings. "Y/n?" Jin couldn't believe what his eyes were showing him. "What are you doing?" You sighed, zipping up your suitcase. "I don't think it's working, Jin." "What's not working, y/n? I don't un--" "Us." You cut him off. "Huh? What do you mean, y/n?" Now he couldn't believe what he was hearing, especially coming from you. "I'm breaking up with you." He suddenly felt his heart drop to his stomach. "Y/n, I don't know what you're thinking but we can talk this one out. Like we always do." You sighed a more audible sigh. "No, Jin. This…" You hesitated for a second before continuing what needs to be said. "This really isn't working out." A wave of cold panic washed over Jin's entire body, soaking him with sweat from head to toe making him feel like a defenseless wet chick about to be eaten by a fox. "Is it because I'm graduating?" Jin thought of the best reason he could conjure up on the spot. "Are you afraid that we'll grow apart after I graduate and get a job? Is that why you're being so distant?" You shook your head. "No. It's not that…" Hurriedly, he sprinted towards you and craddled you in his arms. "You don't have to worry about anything, baby." Jin assured, "After I graduate, I'll work my socks off and save enough money while waiting for you to graduate. I can wait for you, y/n. You know that, even if you stay in school for another four years, I'll wait for you. You know you're the only one for me" The sobs forcing their way were harder to contain now. "I know, Jin. I know. But it really isn't that..." You pushed him away. There was no easy way to put it. "Then what is it?" He helplessly croaked, staring at your blank eyes, searching for something he couldn't find. "Please y/n…" "I don't feel the way I used to feel… towards you." You bluntly stated, no need to beat around the bush at this point. You were in the endgame now. "Huh? Why? How--" The ground beneath his feet began shaking, preparing to crack open and swallow him whole any moment now. "It's not you, it has nothing to do with you." You explained. "Then what is it that made you feel this way?" His hands began trembling, his throat tight and dry. He wanted, no, he needed a reason, any reason. His stomach started churning and he felt bile rising up his esophagus, he wanted to throw up. "It's too complicated." That's all you say. "Then let's uncomplicate it, y/n!" He ran his fingers through his raven hair, tugging at the strands too hard. "Fuck…" he hissed before releasing his grip. The burn and sting from his scalp caused his face go numb. "Y/n please, please, please…" He dropped to his knees in front of you. He was practically pleading for you to stay. Tears kept falling from his eyes as his nails clawed into the carpet. "W-we we can work this out." He looked up, eyes red and cheeks wet. He held onto your hand tightly with no intention of letting you walk out on him. "I-I'm sorry, Jin. I just really can't…" You snatched your hand from his grip and left him there. Alone. Something he never expected he'd feel since being with you.

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After 20 minutes of casual conversation, playfully banter and catching up between best friends who missed each other, a soft knock on the door threw everything into a halt. "That must be Irene and her friends!" Hoseok chimed. He stood up immediately and headed his way to the door. "Hobi!" Irene squealed at the sight of her friend. "Girls, come here!" She gestures outside to where her friends were huddled together. She led her little groupie of pretty girls into the room. "Hi I'm Irene," She bowed and introduced herself to the group of boys before her. Once she made eye contact with Seokjin, she blushed. "T-this is Wendy, Joy, and--" when she discovered that her last friend was nowhere to be seen, she excused herself and exited the room. "H-hold on." "Hey y/n! Come in here!" Irene's voice can be overheard from across the hall. A switch in Jin's head flipped. He froze in his seat when he heard that name as if a bucket of ice water was dumped over him. "Irene, I told you I can't!" A familiar voice hushed from outside of the room. It was you. It seemed like our dear friend hoseok overlooked a critically important detail. Irene was the new President of the Drama Club; you have been a member of the drama club since freshman year. In fact, it was Jin that urged you to join. The chances of you being friends with her were a solid home run. Irene came back with a distraught you in tow. "And this is y/n." Namjoon, Taehyung and Hoseok were completely and utterly flabbergasted. Irene and her friends were confused as to why the boys suddenly became silent and the cheerful ambiance of the room disappeared. "H-hi… I know I'm not supposed to be here. I tried to talk to Irene but she insisted but I really didn't mean intruding and…" You were a stuttering mess while everyone watched. "I'm sorry, I'll just go…" You pointed towards the door, loosening the small hand bound around your wrist. "It's fine." Jin announced, "You're welcome to stay, y/n." Taehyung and Namjoon eyed one another credulously. What in the world was happening?! Irene leaned over to Hoseok to inquire exactly that. When Hoseok was done filling in the clueless girl, she gasped in surprise. Feeling embarrassed and ashamed of herself. "Please excuse us for a while." She hauled you out of the room into the hallway and exclaimed "Y/n! Why didn't you tell me?! If I had know I wouldn't have---" "That's why. If I told you that Jin was my ex then you wouldn't shoot your shot." You reasoned. "But we're friends, y/n. I won't disrespect you like that..." "Nobody's disrespecting anybody, Irene. Jin and I, we're a thing of the past. I won't despise you for dating my ex. Hell, I'd be elated if you'd be his new girlfriend! You're one of the nicest people I know, and I'm rooting for you." "I freaking love you, y/n." Irene beamed, slightly teary eyed. - You both returned to the room hand in hand. "I'll stay for a while if you'll have me." You shyly announced, giving them all a ninety degree bow. "Great! Have a seat! You know you're still our friend, y/n." Namjoon offers you the seat next to his, and you gladly accept. You felt guilty hearing Namjoon's words. After breaking their best friend's heart, they still consider you a friend. Wait, that made it sound much worse. You didn't deserve the hospitality they're providing you. You tried settling down in your seat, ignoring the thick veil of awkwardness cloaking the entire room. You couldn't look Jin in the eye even though he was right across your seat, sitting comfortably next to Irene. Just when the tension and nerves were beginning to get to you, and you were contemplating about leaving, Jin comes to the rescue like he always does. "How have you been, yn?" He smiled sincerely, no hint of malice or resentment. "I-Im good." You scratched the back of your neck. A mannerism that comes out whenever you're nervous, Jin knows all too well. "Heard you aced your practical and you'll be graduating this year. Congrats." You concealed your anxiety with a chuckle. "Yeah, I did. Thanks." The small talk about school and such events between Namjoon and Jin went pretty smoothly for about ten minutes. When Namjoon's attention was directed towards Wendy and Jin was busy answering Irene's twenty questions, that's when you totally felt out of place. "I'll just head to the bathroom." Irene announced as she left the room. You finally had the chance to say what you have meant to say for the past 10 minutes. Even if the last thing he wanted was a lame apology from the likes of you, he still deserved it. The little voice in your head won't allow you sleep if you don't do it now. "Jin, I--" Before you could properly apologize for everything you did, someone knocked on the door while no one was expecting anyone anymore. Hoseok totally embodied the role of the bell boy today, as he was the one who kept answering the door for everyone. "Ah, Hey." A tall man stood before him, sporting an all black attire. Black shirt, black sweatpants, black boots, and the black jersey jacket ensemble of the University's football club. "Name's Jungkook, I'm here for yn." Hoseok surveyed the lad from head to toe before calling for you, "Y/nie! A boy named Jungkook is looking for you!" "Y-yeah! Coming." You looked at Jin apologetically, "Sorry. Talk to you next time." You bowed to everyone and said your regards before vacating the room with Jungkook. The sting, he felt it. It wasn't the same as the first time he heard you found somebody new, but it was still there. Jin found out that just after a week of breaking it off with him, you were already dating this Jungkook guy. At first he didn't believe it. He knew you were just as hurt as him for making such a monumental decision. He thought he knew you didn't have it in you to do such a thing. But he's been proven wrong before, why question everything now? He didn't have anyone to blame but himself. So for days and months, he'd been moping around his apartment. Not leaving his room unless he needed to eat or take a piss. His new roommate at that time, Taehyung, was heaven sent. Slowly but surely, he helped Jin recover and come back to his senses. He'd repeat, "It's not the end of the world." And "You'll find other girls." Like it was a mantra. At first he thought the boy was annoying 'cause he didn't want anyone but you. But later on he understood that Taehyung was only looking after him and wanted nothing but the best. As the days went by, he learned to live his life without you in the picture. Somewhere in his heart, he accepted that things were clearly not meant to be; that you weren't the same person you were when you first met; that you didn't love him anymore and maybe you breaking up with him was for the best. He's moved on, he can attest to that. And he doesn't want you anymore. But… Why was there a sudden ache in his heart the moment he saw Jungkook take you by the hand and lead you out of the room with a big smile on your face? That, even himself, can't answer.

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