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Uh.. so, how about a … Sugar Daddy AU…?

I have absolutely no idea how or why this happened. At this point I’m not even trying to find excuses.

It started off with only Kuro in a new outfit… then high heels happened. Guess rereading one of my favorite fanfics (Like Crystal Guts on AO3) didn’t help, either. So, yeah… have this.

Also: how about in this AU Keith and Kuro are best friends and sugar buddys XD Shiro and Lance are partners, leading a large company - since Shiro’s own twin brother, Kuro, refused to take his place besides Shiro in the company.

Despite being quite rich, Lance prefers to stay in a small-sized apartment with a roommate - not because he couldn’t afford anything else, but because he likes to have people around him. He tends to feel lonely quite often. But despite living together for almost 3 years now, Lance never asked Keith what he’s doing for a living. And Keith never told him.

Needless to say, that finding out the truth was quite a shock. Especially since Keith started dating Shiro recently, as his sugar babe… and Shiro’s twin brother Kuro took a liking to Lance.


Holy. Shit.

Why am I doing this…

i wanna talk about that one story from ed where he said that harry got him that giant lego set and they spent all night putting it together like imagining the two of them just sitting around reading the instructions and putting this giant lego together is too adorable my heart can’t take it

No Regrets

An Adrienette one-shot

“Girl, why are you in such a rush?” Alya asked, watching her best friend gather her things in a hurry.

“I forgot about something!” Marinette fretted, dropping her bag in the process. Which caused all the things she’d gathered to spill out.  “Shoot,” she muttered under her breath, “I’m such a klutz!”

“Whoa, girl, relax.  What could you have forgotten about that can cause this much panic?  I haven’t seen you this scatter-brained since high school!” Alya astonished, joining Marinette on the ground to help her clean up.

Marinette sighed, putting the final piece in her bag again and looked at Alya.  They were both knelt down on the floor and Marinette blew a piece of hair from her face.  “I—Well… I’m meeting Adrien.”

Alya gave her a deadpanned look.  “With whom you’re married to… what’s the big deal about meeting with your husband?” she asked.

“It’s not the meeting with him part, it’s just—ya know.  We’re looking for a house… and… I dunno,” Marinette dug through her bag for her keys, mumbling something about needing a brighter keychain.  

Alya looked at the table they had been sitting at to see her friend’s keys lying there.  She picked them up and jingled them in front of Marinette’s distracted face.  “Here,” she said, hearing Marinette utter out a “Thank you.”  Alya crossed her arms and stared curiously at her friend.  “What’s the big deal?  You’re looking for a house.  Something every married couple does… Haven’t you dreamed about this for like, your whole life, or something?” Alya asked.

Marinette shrugged and looked away from her friend, “Well, I mean, yeah.  But, like, it’s still a little soon, isn’t it?”

Alya furrowed her brows, “You’ve been married for 3 months.  So no, it’s not ‘too soon.’  Getting a house is good.  You’ve been crashing in his mouse-sized apartment, which, if I do recall, doesn’t allow for a roommate.”

Marinette bit her fingers, “Yeah, we’ve been ignoring the calls about that…”

“What’s the real issue here?” Alya asked, reaching out for Marinette’s shoulder, “Are you alright?”

Marinette slid from her grasp, looking worriedly at her phone.  “Y-you’re probably right!  I’m just crazy.  This is Adrien,” she said as she lifted her phone, “Gotta take it!”

Alya watched her friend go with a wild expression, “Oh…kay… see ya later, then?”

Marinette pushed the coffee shop door open with her shoulder, holding her phone in one hand and her drink in the other.  “Hey, hon,” she said, “Yeah, I’m on my way.  No, I didn’t forget, I’m just running a bit late.  Yeah, bad traffic.  Uh huh.  Okay.  Yup, see you in a few.  I love you too.  Bye.”  She hung up and stuffed her phone in her purse, grabbing her keys and hopping into her car.  

“Alya’s right,” she told herself, “This is good.”

-o-o-o-o-

“Okay, on to house number three!” Adrien said enthusiastically, buckling up his seat-belt.  “That last one was cool, though, huh?  What did you think, Mari?  You were pretty quiet in there…”  He looked over at his wife to see her staring numbly out the window.  “Marinette?”

She blinked and turned to him, looking dazed, “I’m sorry, I was zoned out.  What?” She asked.

Adrien frowned, “I asked if you were okay,” he said, reaching out to touch her forehead.  “Are you sick?  Do you have a fever?  Maybe we should go home…”

“Oh no, I’m not sick,” Marinette brushed him off.  “Tired is all.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” she smiled at him.

“Alright.  So, what’d you think of the house?” he asked.

“It was okay,” she said.  “It’s expensive, though.”

Adrien shrugged, “Well, money’s not an issue, so don’t pay attention to the price tag, okay?  We’ll get whatever we need and whatever works.”

Marinette looked at her husband with a clumsy smile, “The money you got from your father is suppose to be for retirement, isn’t it?  That was your plan, right?”

Adrien looked at her with a gentle smile before looking back at the road, “Plans can change.”

Anxiety squeezed Marinette’s chest, “You should save it.”

“Mari, don’t worry.  Even if we went all in and bought the whole house now, I’d still have plenty left over.  Besides, I’m gonna put what we don’t spend in a retirement plan.”  He reached out to touch her knee gently, “Your worried, and it isn’t about the money…”

“I’m not worried, it’s just an expensive house—“

“Marinette, what’s wrong?” he came to a stop at a street light.  

“Nothing,” she said, crossing her arms stubbornly.

“Come on, Mari, what’s eating at you?” He pushed.

She nodded towards the windshield of the car, “The light’s green.”

He huffed, “I’m not going until you tell me what’s wrong.”

“Adrien you can’t—there’s people behind us,” she turned around in her seat to see a frustrated wave from the car behind them followed by a honk.  “Adrien, seriously!  Go!”

“Not until you tell me what’s wrong.  Normally I wouldn’t push because I don’t need to know sometimes, but this is clearly about us, and that I should know.  So what’s wrong?” He pushed the car into park to prove his point.

“Adrien, we don’t have time—“

“Are you having regrets?” he blurted out, his voice calm.  Marinette knew this voice, but she’d never personally experienced it.  It was his business voice.  The voice he used at professional parties, or conversations with co-workers.  It was his father’s voice.

“…Regrets?” She repeated numbly, looking him in the eye.  The angry honks and yells began to fade out.

He nodded, “Yeah, regrets.  About us,” his eyes and face stoic; he was like a wall.  But Marinette could see clearly behind it.  He was hurt.

“N-no!  No, of course not!  I could never regret this,” she gestured between them.  “It’s just…”

“What?”

“Will you?” she ask carefully.  Looking away from him.

“Will I what?” He asked, tilting his head.  His once calm voice became lathered in frustrated confusion.  A car swerved around them, giving them a pleasant curse and honk as he passed, followed by more cars.

“Will you regret this?” she asked.  He didn’t respond.  “Maybe not now, and maybe not next year or the year after that, but… maybe in ten years.  When I’m older, and less exciting.  Maybe you’ll look back at it all and realize that it was when you decided to marry me that things started to go wrong.  That, in ten years you’ll regret loving me and how you bought a fancy house and used up your money,” she hadn’t noticed until now, but she was crying.  She could tell because a tear had fallen onto her hand.  “After all, you said it yourself!  Plans change, and I don’t want you to regret this—“

She felt large hands envelop her own small ones.  She didn’t dare look up to see the man who was holding them though.  She couldn’t.  

“Hey,” he said gently, leaning over to kiss her wet cheek.  “I could never regret this,” he said, but she looked unconvinced, offering him a lazy shrug and a mumbled, “Maybe.”

“I love you,” he said, baffled.  She didn’t move.  He huffed, thinking of what to say.  “Now, if I remember correctly,” he began, “I had a crush on you first,” he said.

“You had a crush on Ladybug, not Marinette,” she pointed out.

“And you had a crush on a model, not Chat Noir,” he countered.  “I agree, things can change.  We changed, but it was for the better, right?”  

“But—“

“For better or worse,” he repeated their wedding vows.  “Now, I take that seriously.  Even if there comes a ‘worse,’ I’ll never regret it.  Because I love you.  We chose each other.”  He gently pulled her chin to look her in the eyes.  “The only thing I could ever regret would be not marrying you.  To not share a life with you.  To have kids and grow old with you.”

She blinked and smiled at him, “Kids?” she asked.

“Kids,” he nodded, glad she was smiling.  “I’m serious, Mari.  About you.  About this.”

She leaned in to kiss him.  Soft and sweet, short and simple.  “Thank you,” she mumbled.  

He kissed her nose and leaned back.  “But,” he said, putting their car back in drive and looking to see the light had turned red again.  “If Nino confesses his love to me, I may just run into the sunset with him,” he said, acting serious.

“Oh my gosh,” Marinette shoved him with a laugh, “You’re a dork.”

“But you love me,” he winked at her.

“Maybe…” she rolled her eyes playfully.

“And I love you.”

“Yeah,” she smiled.


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I see an entire future with you.
I see us starting off in an apartment, our queen size bed covered in Star Wars blankets and pillows like we’re kids again, our two cats sound asleep in the sunlight of our porch, our herb garden hanging off the railing, posters of our favorite bands on the walls, and little fairy lights over everything. I get to wake up and fall asleep with you, it doesn’t matter that we both work full schedules because I know that I’ll always get to come home to you.
Then comes our wedding. We can’t afford much, but no one cares because it’s still as beautiful as ever. We’re on the beach, your favorite place, and we’re all dressed as casually as can be. I’m crying because I never thought I would ever end up being this happy and having a chance at a normal life. We dance to Luna by Smashing Pumpkins, our song.
Soon we have a cute little house by the beach. We grow old together, getting high, drinking old beer, and adding tattoos to our collection.
If you go before I do, I’ll follow shortly after. I’ll hold your hand into the next life. And I will whisper the words I’ve been telling you my whole life;

I promise.

Going down on you
  • Little breaths and gasped moans against your clit, his jaw teasing the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh, holding onto your hips when you raise them desperate to get closer to his swollen lips. 
  • His plump swollen lips being almost red from being so focused on mouthing at your clit. Little slurping sounds against your skin, sometimes you feel his teeth grazing your clit, a stark contrast to the soft plush lips laving you with attention.
  • He would be so enthusiastic, he wouldn’t necessarily have a technique yet. But his enthusiasm would more than make up for it. He would bury his face in your pussy and lick you for all he is worth. You would sometimes guide him, pulling on his hair tell him when you liked something or bringing his head to a certain area he had neglected.
  • He would love the effect he has on you, seeing you writhing on top of him, pulling on his hair, arching your back, the breathy moans riling him up. He would be so incredibly hard, grinding into the mattress trying desperately to somehow cope with the aching need. 
  • His hands holding on to your thighs keeping them apart, little finger sized bruises left on your skin. His fingers leaving bruises on your hips from holding onto them so tightly.
  • Looking up at you, his nose resting on your pubic bone, a smirk playing on his lips, his cheeks flushed and his eyes incredibly dark. Humming against your clit, the vibrations travelling up your spine raising goosebumps on your skin.
I’m sorry I don’t know what this is… I just had a conversation with *ahem* someone and I couldn’t get it out of my head… but it’s very short? I’m sorry guys… ALSO KIND OF WANTED TO DO SOMETHING BECAUSE THE STORM WITHIN HIT 500 NOTES THANK YOU MY LOVELIES

anonymous asked:

You should write a little drabble about Isak and even holding hands. That would be adorable.

Prompt: Hiii i have a prompt! Something like Isak really loving Even’s hands. Maybe when they’re around other people he likes to hold them or play with his fingers etc :)

Hi there!! I hope you don’t mid it being a little more than IsakandEven holding hands ;P

——

It’s not that it’s a thing thing.

It’s just- Isak really likes Even’s hands. He likes that they are bigger than his and easy to curl into. He likes how each and every one of Isak’s fingers seem to seamlessly fit into the gaps of Even’s when he holds his hand. Like puzzle pieces or some romantic shit like that. 

He likes that they are soft, save for the callouses on his right middle finger from holding pencils and pens.

He likes that most of the time, they are smudged with charcoal because when he sees it, he knows that Even has been sketching; and if Even has been sketching, he’s happy and alive and brimming with ideas that easily translate into boisterous images which leap off the page and into Isak’s heart.

He fucking likes Even’s hands, alright?

“What are you thinking about?”

Isak looks up, tracing the lines on Even’s face as they walk through town on a mission to bring the Kollektivet back kebab. Even’s hair is nicely styled today and only bits of it seem ruffled by the breeze enough to fall onto his forehead. His eyes are covered by black sunglasses (maybe Isak’s own pair, maybe not- all of their stuff has blended together as time went on).

“You.” Isak says, batting his eyes dramatically.

His boyfriend purses his lips and coos with an exagerated eyebrow waggle, squeezing Isak’s hand as it’s loosely folded into his. Isak brushes his thumb back and forth the top of his hand. 

I’ve come far, Isak thinks.

Only weeks ago, he couldn’t stand the thought of Even kissing him in public; couldn’t stand the idea that someone might look at them and know that they were together.

Now he’s holding Even’s hand and he never wants to let go. Because it feels so right, him and Even, clutching at each other’s hand like they hadn’t care in the world as they strolled down the street. Like their hands were a force that bridged them together for as long as they were entangled, two beings merged into one.

Or whatever.

It was just really nice to hold his hand.

—-

Isak thinks this may have been a bad idea.

It’s Eskild’s birthday and in response, he demanded a largeloudboomingcrowded party to take place on a Friday night and, as he was currently in possession of a decent sized apartment; Isak was forced to endure the thumping and grinding and drinking that went on in his home.

Usually he’d be all for it. He’d be the first to wade into the grinding bodies and guzzle drinks down. He’d cheer and jeer as Eskild noisily got it on with some Spanish boy in the middle of their living room.

Normally, this was his scene and these were his people.

It’s just that Even is coming off of a couple of bad days and Isak is incredibly wary of what tonight’s festivities might do to him. Because despite what he’s insisted to him (i’m fine, it’s Eskild’s birthday, of course I have to be there, i’m fine) Even is not fucking fine. But Isak is working with it.

Which brings them to this point, curled up together at the far corner of the couch, with Jonas and Mahdi on the ground in front of them, laughing and taking shots. Even, who was leaning against Isak with his head on his chest, blinked lethargically.

Isak brushed some hair out of his boyfriend’s face, “Do you want to go to bed?”

Even shook his head, “Just got here.”

“Okay.”

Isak brushed a kiss across Even’s forehead and slipped his fingers down, moving them until they nudge Even’s limp hands as they rest on his stomach. He traces the length of them slowly, finger by finger, until Even twitches.

Isak slides his fingers through them and brings them up higher on Even’s chest. Much more convenient for him to play with them. And he does; absently traces the veins barely visible through Even’s palms. He counts the knuckles on each hand, squeezing them, running his thumb over them, anything to keep Even feeling the warmth of his touch.

Isak smiles slightly at the dark freckle on the inside of Even’s left pointer finger, usually hidden, but today he scrapes his nail lightly over it, smiling as Even glances up in question.

“I love your hands,” Isak whispers, using his thumb to know smooth over the bridges of Even’s short nails.

Even quirks his lips and threads both hands through Isak’s waiting fingers.

—–

Fuck, Even.”

Even laughs, smoothing one palm down Isak’s bare side and another to catch his nails on Isak’s chest. “Something to say?”

“Your fucking hands,” Isak groans, arching up as Even hits just the right spot. “They’re…. God.”

Even quirks a brow, adding just a bit more pressure once he skims his hands back down to Isak’s (delightfully bruised) hips. “Just my hands?”

Isak acknowledges the statement with a muffled gasp. “Everything. Hands, chest, abs- other stuff.”

“Other stuff.” Even repeats with a laugh that trails off into his own moan when Isak clenches and drags his nails down Even’s back.

“But. Hands.”

“What about them?”

Isak laughs, “Oh, fuck you, this is getting you off.”

“Just idle curiosity. Trust me, I’m getting off quite perfectly, baby.”

“Yeah I can feel that.” Even’s hand comes down playfully on Isak’ s hip and the sound more than the feel makes Isak jerk and groan. “Even.”

Even quirks an eyebrow, “Now that is something we are going to be discussing.”

“Shut up. Harder.” Even had never been good at denying Isak, so he did as requested with a grin. “And use your fucking hands!”

Room Mates and Double Dates - chapter 1

I started this (and abandoned it) last autumn. Resurrecting it now in the vain hope I can resolve the plot hole I worked myself into!

For info, May looks like Lupita Nyong’o, because oh god she’s beautiful!

Being roommates with Bucky had its ups and downs. On the upside, he’d been your best friend for ten years now; he made great coffee; he was understanding of hangovers; he was (relatively) house-trained. On the downside, you were in love with him, and it was your job to help him ease his one-night-stands out of the door in the mornings because he never wanted to be the bad guy.

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Little Ham Man (Small!Hamilsquad x Reader) 12

A/N: happy happy happy

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“Just push it, come on!”

“It’s hard, Jefferson is sitting right on top!”

“Stop getting so sweaty, it’s small and easy to get into.”

“How am I going to do that if I’m so big? I could barely fit through doorways.”

“Guys, please, just pick it up and stop complaining. I told you I could do it on my own, but all of you wanted to come and help me. Right now, you’re not helping.” You said, looking at the boys struggling to carry the couch up the steps.

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does anyone else find it strange how rose has a very human (apart from her size) figure/ body shape? i mean, she’s the only gem with defined breasts/ cleavage. 

here’s two different pics of her in different positions and drawn in different art styles. in each one, she has a very clearly drawn cleavage line.

but then compared to jasper, amethyst and some members of the famethyst (all other quartz gems, which are canonically similar to rose), they all have the typical, blocky kinda upper body and no cleaverage lines drawn at all.

although, in amethyst’s case, her gem is in the way. 

but for jasper and the famethyst, however ??? 

look at this picture of jasper here- she’s in almost the exact same position as rose has been in greg the baby sitter episode (as in, she’s lying on the ground with her chest pressed to it)

and yet, her chest remains completely solid??? showing no change in style at all???

unlike rose’s chest, which not only flattens (like human breasts do) but creases  and even poofs out slightly???

i am in no way saying that “oh all gems should be drawn with clear breasts and cleavage !!!!’ in fact, i think the opposite and i find the fact rose has been drawn with breasts extremely odd. 

i feel the writers were trying to make her seem more human and have the more completely feminine human look. it’s like how she has pale/ peachy skin and bright hair whilst all the other quartz have dark/ bright skin and pale hair.

i feel like it was just another attempt/ tatic to make rose appear more human. whether intentional or not ?? idk ??? but it just seems strange to me that rebecca states that the gems have no gender or sex and they’re just alien space rocks but then they draw them with breasts- a feature traditionally assosciated with women. 

@su-nitpicks @critically-amethyst @critical-skinny-jasper @bitter-cosmos @sufferingsapphire @yikes-universe @critical-peri @suwhat  what do y’all think??

motel ‘97 - 02

➵ pairing: jungkook x reader  
➵ genre: mafia au, angst, fluff, smut.
➵ warning: violence, crude language, read at own risk.
➵ word count: 3K+
 

01, 02

       I never imagined in years time I would be in this situation. Being dragged down a dim motel hallway by some man I had met on not very good terms. His grip was sure to leave red marks behind on my skin. An all familiar case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or merely in my case, dicking around at the wrong time.


I had a fairly decent life. Not too hard. Quite fair to me. I had nice friends and a nice family. Growing up in the small area where city met rural was pretty nice. I lived in a decent sized apartment with my childhood friend Minji. She had been with me through thick and thin. Quite literally. Growing up as a child, I was diagnosed with type 1 diabetes, carried with me throughout all these years. I never viewed it as a negative to be completely honest. It was just a burden, something annoying that I had to put up with. That was up until I was about 13. I had a very bad relapse. My weight deteriorated very quickly and I was hospitalized for around 7 months. My body was very fragile and immune system was weak. After that, relapses became more and more frequent. Becoming worse. She would spend nights with me in the hospital, making up for the sleepovers we used to enjoy together. She really meant the world to me. She went through so much just to make me happy during those times.

As we grew older, we never drifted apart surprisingly enough. Minji had many friends in high school while I had few, including her. It never really bothered me though. As we graduated and college became an option, we both decided to stick it out without it for a while. Pursuing our current hobbies. Minji worked to become a tattoo artist and open her own parlor. I worked to become a journalist. Both passionate about our own individual interests. But of course, bills had to be paid, money was needed for necessities, etc. Which is how we wound up in the motel we both worked at. It was about 30 minutes out from our apartment in a pretty rundown area next to vacant highways used for travel of goods. The only cars you would see would be semi-trucks and occasionally city cars. It paid decent and was easy. Although the messes some people would leave behind were definitely not within my paycheck. Disgusting.. But it was worth it in the end. Making enough to live in a nice place with my best friend wasn’t something everyone could afford or have. So I was thankful.


I continued to walk down the hallway with this unknown person, close to absolutely shitting myself. I could make out the outline of a gun tucked into his waistband and I wasn’t in position to take his threats lightly anyways. We reached the elevator and he reached his hand out, lightly pressing the button down and a short ‘beep’ emitted. The doors slid open and we walked in. Met with the same black tile floor and burgundy walls. The ride down was silent until I dared to speak as we neared the 1st floor.

“Can I ask where you’re taking me?” You questioned, feeling small and overpowered among him. Silence. He wouldn’t answer. Continuing to tap his foot against the floor, waiting for the doors to part. He was just as clueless as you were in a way. He had no idea you were just some innocent person. He assumed from the position you were in, you had to be working with someone in an opposing gang. A cheap sellout. Someone to throw under the bus. And boy oh boy was he wrong.

As they opened, you noticed the lobby was empty. “Fuck..” You thought. There goes any chance of help and/or escape. You continued to walk and walk until you were stopped in front of a sleek black car parked at the back of the motel. “Get in.” He ushered as he opened the door and pushed you towards the seat. “Wow what a gentleman you are.” You spat, sarcasm laced in your voice. He walked around the car, yanked open the driver’s door and sat. You sat, staring straight ahead, fingers fumbling with the end of your skirt. “Can’t believe your group would just throw you to the dirt like that Y/N ah..” He pulled the gun from his waistband and began to wipe it off with a white cloth he pulled from his ashtray. “Quite sad isn’t it. Just thrown under the bus like that.” You stilled, adrenaline kicking in, screaming, telling you to flee. “I’m a very bad man Y/N. You should know that better than anyone.” He smirked, placing the barrel of the gun against your inner thigh. You began to shake, grip tightening on the fabric of your skirt. “Please..” You pathetically whimpered. “Please what Y/N? You’re a big girl. Use your words.” He smiled, leaning in dangerously close to your face. “Please don’t kill me.” You whispered, closing your eyes. A small tear rolling down your cheek. Was this really how I’m gonna go out?  At the hands of some psychopath? You thought. You always imagined it would be some health issue from all the relapses you had in the past.

He cocked his head to the side, surprised by your choice of words. “Don’t worry beauty, I won’t unless you give me a reason. You could be of some use to us. This, this right here-” He waved the gun around, frightening you even more. “This is all for show. Unless of course you give me a reason to make it worth its capabilities.” He yanked the keys out of his pocket and started up the car. “I can promise that I won’t kill you for now, maybe hurt you a bit, but the others?” He paused. “I can’t promise they won’t hurt or kill you.” He said seriously. He sure knows how to comfort someone… Fuck. What do I do now.


You had been driving in silence for awhile, the only source of sound being the radio. The volume was low but you could still make out the songs being played. You kept your eyes on the horizon, the orange lights overhead distracting you every now and then. You snapped out of your train of thought when he pulled into a small gas station. There were only 2 other cars in the parking lot. The lights overhead, flickering and dim. “Stay here. I’m serious. Remember.” He patted the gun in his waistband. You simply nodded and watched as he strutted into the small market. Once the door swung shut, you frantically looked around for anyone or anything you could use to your advantage. Glaring at the other cars, trying to see if anyone occupied them. Just to your luck, two men, around the same age as your captor you assumed, stepped out of the car opposite the parking lot. They eyed the car suspiciously. One of them leaned over and spoke to the other. He then nodded and moved closer for further inspection. You viewed this as an opportunity for help and took it.


Unknown POV

“You sure that’s one of those brat’s cars?” He spoke, dragging the cigarette from his lips. “Yeah. Look at the license plate.” The other nodded his head in the direction. “It’s one of Cypher’s.” He moved closer for inspection and noticed a figure in the passenger seat. “Someone’s in the car. It looks like a girl. Do they have any girls working under their name?” He asked. “Nah, probably just one of their whores.” The other spoke, startled at the sound of the car door being opened.

You stepped out, tightly clutching your bag, looking between the men and the door. One of them had blonde hair, was fairly short, but still taller than you. The other had black hair and a sharp nose. “I need your help please. I’ve been taken by someone and I don’t know them or what they want from me.” You rambled on, panicking that he would emerge from the doors any second now. “Don’t ya have a phone on you, kid?” The blonde one snickered, throwing their cigarette on the ground, stomping it out. “N-no. He took it. Please just help me! I don’t know-” “Y/N.” A voice spoke from behind you. Shit. “What did I tell you?” He snarled, advancing towards me. The black haired one stepped forward. “No way! Look who it is!” He slapped the arm of his friend. “Jungkook Ah! It’s been such a long time wouldn’t you say?” The one with blonde hair spoke. So that’s his name. “Fuck off Yoongi. Y/N get in the goddamn car now.” Jungkook violently cursed. You looked between the two and stood still. I mean what the hell was I supposed to do in this situation?? “I don’t think she wants to Jungkook… Ah.. Poor thing was just telling us how you kidnapped her..?” He licked his lower lip, smiling tauntingly. Jungkook hissed and grabbed my hand, yanking me towards him. Yoongi also reaching for me and grabbing my bag. With ease, it fell off my shoulder and landed at his feet as Jungkook continued to shove me in the car. “Wait! I need my bag! It has my-” I was abruptly cut off by the door slamming in my face. I need my insulin. My blood sugar levels are way below than what they should be. I could hear the 3 bickering outside the door when a loud bang made me jump and a small scream escaped my throat. I looked out the window to see the blonde one clutching his shoulder, red liquid oozing through his shirt and onto his hand. My eyes widened and Jungkook was quick to walk back around to the driver side of the car. “Still trigger happy after all these years Jeon?” The blonde one yelled furiously as he got back into his car, rolling the window down.. He quickly pulled out a gun and began firing at the car. I screamed and threw my head down beneath my legs. Jungkook quickly shoved the keys in and reversed the car, taking off out of the vacant parking lot, with them following close on our tail.  I was crying hysterically at this point.


 Jungkook recklessly drove and took a series of turns to get us out of the area. “J-Jungkook we have to g-go back. I need my bag!” You panicked. He slammed on the brakes and you jerked forward. “Are you fucking crazy? For a bag? They could be anywhere right around any of these goddamn corners!” He slammed his hands on the wheel. “Girls and their fucking possessions man..” He shook his head. “No.. Jungkook you don’t get it.” You slowly lifted the edge of your shirt to reveal the pump that was attached to the waistband of your skirt. “I need my insulin. I can’t have another relapse. I need it..” You slowly breathed out. He eyed over your distressed frame. Tears covering your cheeks, irritated eyes, messy hair. His mouth went slightly agape. “We can’t go back. When we get back to the warehouse, I’ll have the guys work something out.. Just um..” He was at a loss for words. “I’ll hurry.” He said pulling his phone out, scrolling down a bit and pressing call on one of the contacts. “Just get Jin and tell him to hurry.” He ended the call. He didn’t know how the hell to react to this situation. Usually if it was just another bitch he wouldn’t care. But something was just off about you being in this position.

Jungkook sped down the empty streets, not giving a shit about speed limits at this point. He occasionally looked over at your figure, the irregular pattern of rise and fall your chest followed. Your hands fidgeting and twitching as stress increased. The car suddenly took a turn and followed a isolate road covered by trees. The car pulled up to a large warehouse that looked pretty worn down. The car came to a sudden stop and Jungkook got out and opened your door. Your vision became distorted and eyelids began to twitch shut. “Y/N?” Jungkook asked, waiting for a response. Your eyes fell shut and you fell forward, Jungkook reacting fast enough to catch you in his arms. “Oh shit..” He said trying to get a better grip on your body. “Jin!” He yelled in the direction of the warehouse. He tried to pull you up, but failed. “JIN!” He yelled louder, a few other members stepping outside, concerned. Just then, he parted from everyone and glared over at Jungkook and the girl. “Was she shot?!” He called out, approaching the two. “Uh, no, I just need help! Help me get her to the infirmary hall.” He breathed out, running a hand through his disheveled hair. Jin helped Jungkook lift your body and carry you to the infirmary. “Who is she?” Jin asked as he quickly shoved the door open and prepared a bed. “I’ll explain later, just hurry.” He snapped, impatient. “She has diabetes. I’m not sure what type but she needs insulin.” Jungkook said placing your unconscious body on the bed. “Just.. Just help her.” He said leaving the room.

 Jungkook walked back out to his car and sat in the driver’s seat in silence. He sighed, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, Tossing the lighter down to wherever. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. Surely you had to be working under someone else to be in that predicament. A vibrating sensation in his pocket startled him as it dawned on him that he still had your phone. He removed the cigarette from his lips and tossed it out the window onto the concrete. He pulled the phone out, the bright light causing him to squint his eyes. He looked at your lockscreen. It wasn’t anything out of the familiar. It was just a picture of you and Minji swinging at a park. He ran his thumb over the screen and stared intently at the picture. He bypassed your password and went for your texts. Surely enough, it wasn’t what he expected. No mission dates, no dirty work, no meetings, just texts between you and friends & relatives. He exited out of your messages and went for your pictures. Same result. No proof pictures, no evidence, just random pictures. He tapped on a picture of you and Minji on her 21st birthday. Minji had on a sleek black dress and you had on a similar dress in dark red. His eyes traveled over the picture, before swiping through more of the pictures taken that night. He came across a picture of you and Minji completely wasted afterwards taken by her friend. He let a small smile slip as he looked at you completely sprawled out on the floor over Minji in your apartment. Both out like a light. He sighed and stuffed your phone back into his pocket. Surely you had to be working with someone. He couldn’t be wrong on this, could he?



Your eyes slowly drifted open, many bright lights hitting you all at once. Where am I? I don’t remember. Was that all a dream? You thought to yourself as your senses slowly came back. And surely, it was not a dream. You were in a room with all concrete walls and a small window at the top near the ceiling. In the room with you was another bed, a sink and drawers. You looked around and adjusted to your settings. You were laying in a white hospital like bed with an IV traced in your arm. You looked down to see your clothes were changed. Who the hell changed my clothes? You were sick at the thought. You were in a large white T-shirt and simple black running shorts. You carefully moved your hand over to check your insulin pump and it was back to normal and regulated. Then it dawned on you, the memories of the last 24 hours flooding into your mind. Your breathing hitched and you became very uneasy. You pulled the IV out of your arm and immediately stumbled out of the bed to try and find any weapon possible. You hit the floor with a thud and a cry escaped your lips as a loud crash was certainly heard to anyone nearby. You crawled over to a nearby counter and found a needle gauge and grabbed it.

Just then, the door swung open and in walked an unknown man. “Hey Jungkook, princess is awake!” He spoke. He had bright red hair and a playful smile. You tighten your grip on the small weapon and backed in the opposite direction from him until your back hit the wall. “Get the fuck away from me.” You warned. He raised his hands and began nearing you like some sort of trapped animal. “I SAID GET AWAY!” You roared, just then another tall man walked in with a shocked Jungkook behind him. You placed your hand on the wall behind you, slowly easing yourself up. “Hey, hey, you’re okay. My name is Jin. Please put the needle down Y/N.” He had a white lab coat on and black attire underneath. “No one is going to hurt you, okay?” Jin pushed the man behind him and approached you slowly. Your hand began to shake and turn white from gripping so tightly. Jin placed his hand on top of yours and slowly removed the needle. “Good..” He spoke softly. “Please take a seat Y/N. I know you’re scared right now. But I promise, no one is going to hurt you. I won’t let them.” He sincerely smiled as he guided you back towards the bed. Your eyes met Jungkook’s as you carefully sat down again. “Jungkook told me that you had passed out due to lack of proper blood sugar and you have diabetes type 1, correct?” Jin asked as he picked up the items you recklessly knocked down. You nodded. Jungkook walked beneath the bed. “Y/N, take this, It has everything you should need for a proper recovery.” Jin said, handing you a small bag. “I need to go help Sungjae’s team. Jungkook take her to the spare room please.” Jin said rushing out the door and down the hallway. “Um. Follow me.” Jungkook awkwardly said.

You walked out of the small room with him and out into the bigger hallways. This place was huge. You noticed a bunch of other men walking up and down the hallways, weapons in tow. White concrete walls, large windows, countless rooms. This place did not match it’s outside at all. “I see she’s awake now. That’s good.” Someone smiled, patting Jungkook’s shoulder as he walked past. Jungkook just nodded and continued walking. You reached the end of the hallway and Jungkook took out a key and unlocked the door. He carefully pushed it open and placed his hand on the low of your back as he let you walk in. You slightly flinched at his touch but ignored it and walked into the small room. A decent sized bed, nightstand and a bookshelf with a few books on it. A bathroom was connected as well. Jungkook followed you in and shut the door behind him. You whipped your head around. Why is he still here?

              “Y/N, please sit. We need to talk.” 

Overtime at the Office (Democratic Republicans x Reader)

A/N: Congratulations to @ziggyd94-blog-blog for being my 500th follower! 😁
To celebrate reaching 500 followers I’m starting my new NSFW Democratic Republicans x Reader series! This is my first fic about the Democratic Republicans so I hope I got them right. Please enjoy~
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You sat at your desk in Jefferson & Associates, Lawyers, and Solicitors, waiting for your work day to end so you can go home a finish the assignment that laid on your kitchen table.

It was hard to juggle a legal secretary job and studying to become a full-blown lawyer but you had somehow managed to do it. Mostly by spending your nights studying to get your degree and to pass the Bar Exam.

This one assignment was giving you a particularly hard time. Then again so was your huge crush on the two guys you worked for. The ‘Associates’ in ‘Jefferson & Associates’: James Madison & Aaron Burr.

They were both incredibly attractive males wrapped in Armani suits that drove expensive cars and lived in luxury apartments.

While you lived in small matchbox sized studio apartment with paper thin walls. That was one of the reasons you needed to get your degree and become a lawyer. (Also to help people with their legal issues.)

You heard the deep voices of Aaron and James coming down the hall to your tiny cubicle that every legal secretary was given when hired. The most of the other secretaries were also attracted to the two men, but for some reason they always seemed to focus in on you.

“Coming to lunch, (Y/N)?” Aaron asked, a twinkle in his eyes.

You looked up at him with a smile. “I’ll be right there, just gotta send this email.”

You quickly clicked send and gathered up your things, walking with Aaron to the elevators.

It was just the two of you alone in the enclosed space, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you felt his fingers on your butt. You brushed it off as an accident but the dirty part of your mind hoped that it was intentional. You distracted yourself with small talk. To your surprise, James was waiting for you.

“Hello (Y/N), looking very nice as always.” James politely said to you as he escorted you to his BMW. You felt your face heat up as beside you, his large hand on the small of your back. You slipped into the backseat, while Aaron took the front with James.

James drove to a ritzy cafe, that you could never hope to afford to go to on a regular basis with your current secretary salary.

You ended up ordering the cheapest thing on the menu, a grilled ham and swiss sandwich. James laughed and told you to order anything you wanted, it was on him. You furrowed your brows at him.

“What’s the catch?”

“You’ll owe me one.” He said with a small smile and a caress across the back of your hand that you couldn’t dismiss easily. You blushed.

“Will you accept sexual favours as payment?” You joked.

“I have no problem with that.” James stated.

“No problem with what?” Aaron said, sitting down at the table with a cup of coffee.

“Sexual favours.” James repeated with a calm smile.

“Oh really~” Aaron gave you a grin.

“Hey I’m not just giving them away…” You said in mock resentment. “It’s an exchange…James was sweet enough to buy me lunch.”

“And I’m paying for your drink.” Aaron commented as he waved the waiter down for another cup of coffee for me. “Do I get repaid in sexual favors as well?” he smirked at you and then James.

“So… What exactly are the terms of these favours in repayment for our kindness?” Aaron asked, leaning back against the back of his chair while James leaned over the table, both seemed in loom over you.

‘Holy…WTF?!’ You thought. There’s no way that they were seriously considering it…could they? With you? How should you respond? Take it seriously or brush it off like a joke?

Aaron smiled, and James raised his eyebrows. “I think a threesome would suffice, what do you say James?”

James nodded, taking a sip of his tea. “Definitely a sufficient choice. I’ve had a few experiences before and I could deal with you, Aaron, as long as (Y/N) is there as well.”

You stared at them both, mentally picturing the three of you together. Your naked bodies squirming, tangled in sheets, arms, and legs, heavy moans and hot carnal whispering ran through your mind, making your panties damp. You crossed your legs feeling a bit awkward having their hot stares on you.

“Uhm…” You spoke, not able to come up with anything else.

“I think we broke her…” Aaron said.

“Not yet, we haven’t.” James said with a smirk.

Thankfully the food finally came and you were able to busy yourself from the debauched thoughts of a threesome that Aaron Burr and James Madison had put in your head. You cheeks flushed, keeping your gaze on the sandwich in your hands as you three talked business, occasionally getting a glance your way or a mention about the threesome.

After you finished your lunches and James and Aaron paid for the meal, you rode back to work in a sexually charged silence. You got into the elevator with them, the two of them next to you, James on one side, Aaron on the other. They got closer as more people from different departments got on the elevator.

Two hands reached and cupped themselves over your ass. Your cheeks went red and your body tingled, nipples hardening inside your thinly padded bra. Apparently too thin, because you could feel the little display you were giving them.

As the elevator emptied and left the three of you alone, the doors closed on the seventh floor, you yelped as James’ hand gripped your left cheek in a strong grip. You felt his hot breath against your ear, making your heart to flutter and your pussy to cry out in need as it begged between your legs.

“So, how about it? We could go back to my place after work, I have a super-king sized bed that can easily fit all of us…” he smiled.

Aaron wasn’t letting up either, feeling his hand caress and rub the cheek he had grabbed, moving down and under the swell of your posterior, getting dangerously closer to the more needy part of your anatomy. You shivered, desperately trying to hold yourself together.

“It is a tempting–VERY tempting-offer, but I have to decline, guys.” You said, trying hard to mask your disappointment. “I’m just too busy, with my classes, and assignments for my course and my work here, I just don’t have the time.”

The elevator doors opened on your floor and you quickly made your escape, turning back just in time to see the sad puppy dog eyes that they were making, you could swear that James even whimpered as the doors closed.

You shook your head, clearing away the desires, and straightened your clothes out before heading back to your cubicle.
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Watching the tick-tock of a clock had never been a favorite hobby of yours, but when you had all your work done and was ready to hurry home to work on that stupid assignment there was no helping it.

You were jolted from your thoughts about the assignment you had barely worked on that was due in two days and the naughtier imaginings that took root from the seeds that the two associates had planted in your mind over lunch by the distinctive ring of your desk phone.

Your body was still wound up tighter than a spring toy with the desire for sexual release because of those two. Looks like your trusty vibrator will be getting quite the workout when you got home.

You answered the phone, it was Mr Jefferson.

“Good day, Mr Jefferson.”

“Good day, (Y/N), I was hoping you could do some overtime today, we have a very important client coming in for a meeting after work and I need you to take the minutes of that meeting.” His deep voice made me shiver, it was bad enough working with James and Aaron, two of the hottest men you’d ever come across, but when you put Mr Jefferson into the picture, it was three levels of sexiness that no man or woman would be able to resist.

“Of course, Mr Jefferson.” You answered, “Which conference room will we be using?“

You would have to set up the room, lay out a pitcher of water and some glasses and get everyone coffee before the meeting started, the usual secretary stuff. It might not seem like a big deal, but it was very important in the world of business.

“Fantastic, it’ll be in conference room 2A and thanks for staying late.” Mr Jefferson said, before hanging up.

You looked at the clock, it was close to six, the rest of your co-workers around you were already getting ready the end of the day, finishing their filing and saving documents. You stood up and put the files away, shut down your computer and headed to the office kitchen.

You filled the pitcher with water from the cooler. A pat on your bum made you jump, making the water spill over the floor as I jumped in fright. You looked to see James behind you.

“Crap.” I muttered, turning around to confront James. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry, but I couldn’t help myself, you just have the most tantalizing rear.” He said smiling, leaning in against you, his breath radiating against your skin. “And hopefully one day, I’m going to have the pleasure of eating it.” His voice was thick with lust. You turned away, harshly biting your bottom lip as your overexcited mind sent jolts to your pussy.

You shivered when he left, the cold air of the air-conditioning leaving you cool and desiring for the warmth of a man pressed against you. You quickly went about setting up the small conference room for the meeting with the client.

Just as you were wiping down the table you could feel someone’s eyes on your form that was bent over the flat wooden surface, reaching out to the other side of the table with the cloth. You straightened up and looked over your shoulder.

Aaron was there, ogling at your ass. He smiled and left the doorway, leaving you with a bow and a lick of his lips that had you wondering when you’d ever have enough free time to take them up on their offer.

As the last of the staff left for the day, you finished preparing the room and brought your laptop in, setting it up and placing a couple of extra notepads and pens with ‘Jefferson & Associates’ on the pads, ready for use.

You heard the elevator door open and the voices of Mr Jefferson and another man echoed down the now quiet halls. Then you heard the unmistakable voices of two other men, Aaron and James. This had to be a really case case for all three of the top people in the firm to be involved.

Waiting patiently, and straightening up when the men entered, shaking hands with Senator Franklin, then taking your seat behind your laptop, typing up the minutes of the meeting, setting in the opening time and who was in attendance. All the legal stuff that protects ones ass in a sensitive cases like this one.

Mr Jefferson motioned for everyone to take their seats, then handed everyone some coffee. James and Aaron took the seats right beside you. They were so close you could feel their body heat against yours, even being able to feel the rising and falling of their chests with each breath.

And you definitely felt their hands, on your thighs.

The meeting began with the Senator thanking us for making the time to see him, knowing fully well that this issue could destroy his political career.

Mr Jefferson nodded knowingly and affirmed Senator Franklin that they would do everything that they could to help him, then he nodded to you to begin documenting the conversation.

You began to type and record the Senator’s story, James and Aaron still beside you, Aaron’s fingers gently caressing your thigh through your nylon thigh-highs. Your skirt thought it was a good idea to rise up to mid-thigh when you sat down as if it was in league with James and Aaron .

James’s fingers slipped under the hem of your skirt and bit by bit started to pull it up towards your hips. You did your best to ignore the two men aiming to get into your panties and be the professional you want to be.

You could feel your face begin to burn as their hands inched up higher on your thighs as Senator Franklin recounted the filthy details of how he had a crazy night with five college girls, and how one of them turned out to be a seventeen year old french exchange student that he had gotten pregnant even though she told him she was on birth control.

As the Senator went on, James and Aaron moved their hands higher and higher, fingers brushing, nails running along your skin. Arousing you, you kept yourself straight, your legs caged within the tight bounds of your skirt, James pulled it up a bit more, exposing your lace panties.

You could have sworn you had heard James give a sigh of happiness as his fingers drew around the edge of my panties. Aaron, not one to be left behind, slid his fingers under the edge of your panties, his exploring digits finding the mound of your pussy.

Your breath hitched and you started to cough as the spit you swallowed went down the wrong hole. Luckily your coughing fit was covered the extreme redness of your cheeks.

You reached for the glass of water that Mr Jefferson offered you, his index finger stroked your own. You thought you saw his eyes glimmer with something that made him look like a predator eying his prey.

You quickly downed your drink and then went back to taking the minutes. James and Aaron going back to their exploration of your pussy, being bolder with their moves as they slipped their fingers along your folds.

You lost track of how many spelling errors you made, to distracted with James and Aaron’s teasing of your lower lips. You even had to retype an entire passage after accidentally hitting the delete key. You forced yourself to focus but with two hot guys working your fold made it nearly impossible. You was so horny and wet that you were sure Mr. Jefferson could smell the scent of your heat mixing with the coffee aroma in the room.

All you actually wanted to do was push the laptop off the table, bend your horny self over that table, pull up your skirt, and order them to finish you off with their cocks.

But no… the two bastards had to slip their fingers right into your wet pussy. Just as the Senator was finishing up his story and leaving. You couldn’t hold it anymore, letting out a tiny moan as Aaron’s (or was it James’s?) finger tapped against g-spot.

Thankfully Mr Jefferson had led the Senator out of the room, but he came back into the room and looked at the three of us.

“I want to see you all in my office, we need to have a talk about teamwork.” He said, his voice low and meaningful. His eyes focused on you a little longer than on the two boys.

When he left, Aaron and James slipped their fingers out of your wet heat, getting you to mew softly at the loss of their gifted fingers. They slid their fingers, still glistening with your juices into their mouths and sucked them clean.

You hastily saved the file on the laptop before shutting it down, James and Aaron and their cocks had gotten up and were waiting for you beside the door to the hall. You put your laptop in your bag and followed them out, their hands on the small of your back, their hard and stiff cocks looking so huge in their Armani pants as they escorted you up to the top floor where Mr Jefferson’s office was.

The Afternoon After

The Morning After (Part II): The Afternoon After

Pairings: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex

A/N: After much consideration, and request, I’ve decided to do a part two for “The Morning After”! The prompt for @thing-you-do-with-that-thing‘s SPN Hiatus Challenge fit pretty well with it and I liked it, so I went with it. The gif I was given is right below, and the dialogue prompt is in bold in the fic so it is relatively easy to find. Enjoy! This is also completely unedited. I’m sorry.

Prompt: The gif below and the line “Are we completely sure that’s how it’s supposed to look?”

Read Part I Here!


When you woke up from your nap in Jensen’s arms, you very much did kick his ass.

“Jensen Ross Ackles!” You yelled, throwing your shirt at him.

Jensen flinched, “My head still hurts, Y/N, quiet down,” he hissed, grasping his head in his hands.

“I don’t give a fuck if your head hurts, sweetheart,” you spat. “There is a fucking ring on my hand and I know it’s your fault!”

Jensen turned around to face you, “What do you mean a-”

You cut Jensen off, flinging your left hand in his face, “Well fuck,” he said softly, his eyes locked on the gold band.

“‘Well fuck,’ is right Jensen,” you said in a mocking tone. “I’m going to go take a shower, then you will because we both smell like cheap booze and sex, and then you will be cleaning my room up,” you shoved your finger into his chest roughly, giving him a pointed glare before walking off towards the bathroom, leaving a shell shocked Jensen in your wake.

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the-princess-and-the-king  asked:

You're my neighbor and you're really cute but you almost burnt our apartment building down with your failed attempts at cooking, please don't do that again + Bellarke :)

“Shit, shit, shit!”

Bellamy chuckles even though the high pitched sound of his neighbor’s smoke alarm is screaming through their shared kitchen wall.

Somehow he’s still able to hear her voice over the continuous beeping.

“Fuck! Shit! Son of a bitch!”

He laughs when he hears the stove open and slam shut again followed by a clanging sound, like a pan hitting countertop. A few more curse words (although there is something strangely sexy about a woman with that kind of lexicon) and then the distinct smell of smoke.

“Damn these thin walls,” he mumbles to himself as he opens a window to air out his apartment.

***

It happens again three days later.

A slew of swear words and the smoke alarm beeping followed by clanging noises and then smoke.

He briefly considers buying his neighbor a cookbook, actually starts to search for one online that he could just anonymously send to her, before thinking better of it. Instead he just grumbles as he’s shutting down his laptop and opening up the sliding glass door that leads to his balcony for some fresh air.

***
The third time it happens he knocks on her door.

An entire monologue is written in his mind.

Do you know what you’re doing every time you start a mini fire in your kitchen? Do you know how dangerous it is? Are you okay with putting the entire building at risk every time you try to make ramen?!

But then she opens the door and every word he was going to say is gone from the tip of his tongue.

His neighbor is a tiny blonde, whose hair is currently up in the messiest bun he’s ever seen. Golden tendrils are falling out over a gorgeous face covered in exasperation and flour. Lots and lots of flour.

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fantastic-fantasy-fanfics  asked:

Steve with 9 and 22?

9. “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”22. “Did you just hiss at me?”


You walked into your medium sized Brooklyn apartment behind your super soldier boyfriend, Steve, and slammed the door. You had gotten into a fight with him because you risked your life to save his on a mission, and almost died because of it.

“How could you be so goddamn reckless, (Y/N)?” He asked angrily.

“You would have died if I didn’t jump in front of that bullet! I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died and I could’ve saved you!” You said.

“But what if you had died? It would have been my fault!” He was full on yelling now.

“Don’t fucking yell at me, Rogers.” You said in a firm tone. You looked at the clock. 11:37 pm. “It’s late. I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll come to bed too.” He said, taking off his shoes and jacket, and joining you in your shared bedroom. He put on sweatpants and took off his shirt. He sat down on the bed and looked up at you as you were changing. “I’m sorry for yelling, (Y/N), I just get really worried about you.”

You didn’t answer him. You were too mad. You made your way over to your side of the bed and laid down, turning your back to him as he laid down next to you. He very slowly put his hand on your waist and you let out a hissing noise. He pulled his hand off your waist, taking the hint that you weren’t in the mood to cuddle with him.

“Did you just hiss at me?” He asked, taken aback by the noise that had just emitted from your mouth. You nodded softly. “Listen, I’m sorry, okay? I’ve already said it. I don’t know what else to do.”

“Well, you could go sleep on the couch.” You suggested bitterly.

“What?” He asked, shocked at your behavior.

“Go. Sleep on the couch. I don’t want to sleep next to you right now. I just need to calm down.” You told him.

“You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!” He defended. You turned around and glared into his soft eyes. He quickly got out of bed, grabbed his pillow, and took an extra blanket from the closet.

“(Y/N)?” He was almost whispering. “I love you.” And went onto the couch.

You laid there. Alone and in the dark. And you whispered, “I love you too.”


A/N: So that was pretty bad but whatever
Enouement- 3

Summary: Told in reverse-chronological order, Enouement is the story of love and loss, telling the journey that led you to your ultimate destination: a life full of happiness and regret, mistakes and laughter- and the man who gave you it all. Bucky x Reader

Words: 720

Warnings: None yet, maybe some bad language words?

Master   Part 2

Originally posted by marvelheroes

The phone rang three times before it went to voicemail. You stared at the screen, the selfie of yourself and Bucky on your first date looking back at you before the screen went black. You swallow, tucking it back into your pocket before you throw open the car door and clamor out, zipping up your jacket and fighting the harsh wind. You think about calling him again, about leaving a voicemail to let him know you’re staying with Natasha tonight.

The past few weeks have taken their toll on you. The second Natasha answers her door, you know she sees it. There’s bags under your eyes and you’re wearing a sweater from college, and she pushes a cup of coffee into your hands before you can even sit down. You curl into the chair opposite her at her kitchen counter, neither of you speaking for a long moment.

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Ghost!Calum

Words: 6K

Warning: smut

Summary: Y/N and her mum move into a new home, which Y/N is dreading. Whilst painting her room she meet’s Calum who died a year ago and is obviously a ghost. You help him reconnect with his old best friends in which he thanks you in the best way a ghost could.

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Your mum drove up the long stony pathway, hearing the rocks crackle beneath the tyres. I let out another exaggerated sigh, looking dramatically out the window as a sad song played through my headphones. Me and my mum were once again moving away from our problems. In the past five year’s we’ve moved at least 12 times, from small flats to large houses. It all started when my dad cheated on my mum, I was only 10 and didn’t understand why we were moving from our happy family home to a cramped apartment that was the size of a shoe box. Now at the age of 19 I had gotten used to moving around and not unpacking my things. I had never had a stable job or education either, I tried but it was so hard moving around the place. 

“Cheer up Y/N” Mum said in her silky voice. I rolled my eye’s and focused on the tree leaves, the different colours of orange. I loved autumn it’s always been my favourite as it’s not to hot but it’s not to cold. It’s just right. We had been travelling through this forest for a couple of minutes. Up the long drive, it had gotten a lot darker and the colours of the leaves were a dark brown. I looked in front and there stood a large black castle/house. I furrowed my eye brows as my mum got out the car with her clanging key’s. There was a large gate with a chain holding it together, my mum placed the key in the lock and the chains fell from the gate. She pushed them back and placed a stop underneath them. The house itself was massive, probably bigger then anything we’ve ever had. It was dark and gloomy and could do with a paint job, or some colour. My mum came back into the car and put the key’s down into the cup holder. 

“So what do you think?” she said excitedly. 

“I like it, how long this time? A week? A month? or will we be moving tomorrow?” I mumbled sarcastically. 

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leaving is not enough; you must
stay gone. train your heart
like a dog. change the locks
even on the house he’s never
visited. you lucky, lucky girl.
you have an apartment
just your size. a bathtub
full of tea. a heart the size
of Arizona, but not nearly
so arid. don’t wish away
your cracked past, your
crooked toes, your problems
are papier mache puppets
you made or bought because the vendor
at the market was so compelling you just
had to have them. you had to have him.
and you did. and now you pull down
the bridge between your houses.
you make him call before
he visits. you take a lover
for granted, you take
a lover who looks at you
like maybe you are magic. make
the first bottle you consume
in this place a relic. place it
on whatever altar you fashion
with a knife and five cranberries.
don’t lose too much weight.
stupid girls are always trying
to disappear as revenge. and you
are not stupid. you loved a man
with more hands than a parade
of beggars, and here you stand. heart
like a four-poster bed. heart like a canvas.
heart leaking something so strong
they can smell it in the street.
—  Frida Kahlo 🌺

Moving is so unbelievably stressful. Like you think you’ve got everything ready, and you’ve started packing way ahead of time, and you’ve already mapped out the floor plan for all your furniture.

But then you finally get to see the actual apartment you’ll be living in and not the one next door to it. And you realize after doing lots of measuring and math that the apartment you’re supposed to get is 10% smaller than it’s supposed to be. So now you’re waiting to hear back on whether or not the management company will knock 10% off your rent to cover the lack of space. ALL THE WHILE your meticulous floor plan is now entirely useless, and you might not be able to actually fit all your stuff in the apartment, and if you can, it’ll be tight and uncomfortable. And everything is a mess, and I want to cry.