BTS reaction to not understanding Southern customs/phrases
Thank you anon for asking me to do this, as I’ve really wondered this myself! I actually expanded it from just them doing something considered rude, to not understanding things, because I actually thought of some things that could fit into a little scenario with them. In fact, some of these are drawn from actual things that have happened to me before. Hope you enjoy!
Jin would have recently come to visit you during a short break. He would be at dinner with your family, who was just as loud as always. The night was filled with you joking around with your siblings/cousins/whoever, which, of course, included some teasing insults.
“Y/N, stop being ugly!” Your mom would scold you as she stood up from her chair to begin clearing the table.
Jin’s eyes would go wide as he looked at you. He would lean in to whisper, “Did your mom just call you ugly? Why, you’re the most beautiful girl~”
You couldn’t help but laugh at your boyfriend’s confusion. “No, she was referring to me teasing them. We use ugly to refer to personality.” He would furrow his eyebrows, still confused, but drop it, instead opting to continue eating the delicious food.
For your entire relationship, all Yoongi had heard about was your favorite restaurant that was a local delicacy. So, when he went to visit you, he knew he would be visiting this restaurant at one point.
You would have just finished your meal and the waiter brought back Yoongi’s card and the receipt. “Hey, what’s this line for?” You look at the receipt and notice he’s pointing to the tip line.
“That’s where you put the tip?” When you see the confusion on his face, you decide to elaborate more. “Extra money for the waiter.”
“Because waiters here make a lot of their money through tips, and if you don’t leave one, then you’re automatically remembered as an asshole.”
Yoongi nodded then picked up the pen the waiter had left. “How much?”
You and Hoseok would be on your way back to your house/apartment after a shopping trip when you suddenly told him to pull the car over.
“What, why?” He would ask, slowing down because of his confusion, but not fully pulling over.
“Just do it.” He would listen and pull to the side of the road, quickly noticing that other cars were doing the same. He was about to ask again when he saw a police car coming from the opposite direction, followed by a hearse and dozens of cars. “What-”
“It’s a funeral procession.” You explain quickly.
“Yeah, but we’re on the other side of the road, why do we-”
“It’s just to show respect to the family of the deceased.” He would nod, finally understanding as he got comfortable while waiting for the procession to end.
Namjoon: (a/n: just gonna say, I know this isn’t everywhere in the South, it varies based on where you live, but this is how it is here)
You always do your weekly shopping on Sundays. With it being the first day of the week, you couldn’t think of a better day to get it done. Your weekly shopping experience was much more fun this day due to the fact that it’s Valentine’s Day and your boyfriend had flown in to spend the holiday with you.
You were grabbing a few things for your romantic dinner that night, when you realized that he had wondered off. Just as you’d started your search for him, he reappeared in front of you. “I thought this could come in handy tonight.” He would say, showing off the wine he had chosen.
“That’s a very nice choice, but sadly we have to put it back.” You say, removing it from his grasp and walking towards the aisle it belongs in.
“Because it’s Sunday, and you can’t purchase or sell alcohol on Sundays here.”
“That’s so weird.” He would complain under his breath as you returned the beverage to the shelf
Always being a gentleman for you, he would always jump in front of you to open doors. It became a habit and something you always expected. However, he was not prepared when he ran into an alpha male (a/n: this is what my dad calls them).
He opened the door to a restaurant for you just as a family was walking up. He continued to hold the door open, wanting to not be rude and let the door close in their faces. But to his surprise, the father of the family placed his arm behind Jimin, grabbing hold of the door and insisting he go in first.
“No, you go-”
“Jimin, come on.” You grabbed his hand and pulled him along, wanting to avoid the inevitable testosterone battle. “Anytime two males are at a door, it’s like an unwritten rule that they have to battle it out for who gets to hold the door. I’m too hungry to have waited for that to play out.”
Jimin chuckled at your impatience as he wrapped his arm around your waist while you told the hostess that you needed a table for two.
Taehyung: (a/n: if you’ve seen their episode of Star Show 360, then you’ll get this reference, I was so confused by this so I had to include)
It was Taehyung’s first time meeting your parents, and they had invited the two of you over so he could have “true southern cookin’”. As you sat down to eat, he could see the steam coming off all the dishes on the table in front of him, signifying how fresh out the oven they were.
He looked around at everyone digging in, confused as to how your tongue’s weren’t burning. “Honey, why aren’t you eating?”
“Oh, it’s hot, I’m waiting for it to cool down.”
“Well just blow on it.” Your mom told him before taking another bite from her plate.
“Yeah, I have no idea where people got that from.” You would tell him, urging him to go ahead and eat.
(A/N: I honestly don’t know where they got that it’s rude to blow on your food, because I was raised that just sitting there is a sign of disrespect since you’re not eating)
Jungkook happened to fly in for a visit right before you were hit with an ice storm yes ice not snow because god forbid we ever get any actual snow here. Your parents had the heat blasting, the fireplace on, and you had been guzzling hot cocoa all day. Now it was dinner time and you were having classic tomato soup to warm your insides before curling up for a movie night.
Everyone in your family dropped their spoons as a loud slurping sound filled the room. Jungkook felt the eyes on him and stopped eating, looking around.
“Little loud there, don’t you think?” Your dad said, staring him down.
“Oh, sorry.” He said quietly, looking down at his lap.
“He didn’t know dad, it’s different in Korea.” You rubbed Jungkook’s arm as you spoke, trying to reassure him. You then turned to him. “It’s rude to make noises here.”
Jungkook nodded quietly and picked his spoon up again, taking great care to be quiet while eating his soup.
How about "can you help me" with a neighbors AU with ,,, Peggy? Or Herc ( I'm trying not to become predictable here but like I love him) ( but I also love peggy) I'm going to sleep now good night (late afternoon? Evening?)
I decided to go with Peggy because I rarely get a chance to write her
Loud, consistent knocking on your front door wakes you from your sleep.
6:30? Who the hell is waking me up at 6 fucking 30 in the morning?
With bleary eyes, you shove the covers off your body and make your way to the front door, ready to yell at whoever it is bothering you at this time of the morning.
“Are you aware it’s 6:30 in the morning?” you ask, rubbing your eyes as you open the door.
When your vision clears up enough to properly see the person in front of you, your eyes go wide when you realize that it’s your cute neighbor you’ve had a crush on forever.
“I know Y/N, I’m really sorry! It’s just that my car broke down and if I don’t leave in the next five minutes then I’m gonna be late to work and if I’m late I could very well lose my job and I can’t lose this job, I can’t afford to find another job right now. So can you help me?”
In your tired state, you miss half of her speech but you can recognize that she’s in a hurry and needs help getting to work and who are you to deny her request.
“I can give you a lift if you like?” you ask and Peggy’s eyes light up.
“Oh my god thank you so much! You’re the best!” she says, leaning in to kiss your cheek. “You have five minutes to get dressed.”
You grin, mostly at the kiss, before picking a jacket up off a chair near the door, shoving your keys and wallet into your pocket.
Imagine Kara going through Lena’s carefully crafted Instagram after they final become friends. Going all the way back, months maybe a little over a year, way before they knew they would be in each others lives and meant something. Back different hairstyles, back different friends, back happier smiles even… Who knew Kara would en up so smitten by this woman. And then it happens, she accidentally likes a pic of 1 year 3 months ago.
Her eyes bulge and oh no no no omg no! Double tap, dislike! No, Double tap again for another heart to pop up! “No, omg no!”
Maggie looks over, stares at the phone then back at Kara, then her eyes go wide open “Did you just like a picture of Lena from her in a bikini from a year ago?!” And then she laughs, tears are actually rolling down her face.
“Rude Maggie! What, what. Its ok I will just dislike it and nothing will happen.” Her face is red, she is actually sweating, chewing her bottom lip and her eager fingers tap again to dislike and back to like again before she breaks her phone again. Kara is going to cry, Lena will know Kara is a stalker and has a crush on her and was perving out on a picture of her from 1 year 3 months ago!
Maggie on the other hand, is on the floor literally grabbing her stomach and snorting, breathing labored. “Fuck Kara, oh my god, I swear I am going to pee…”
All this going on in a small apartment, meanwhile on the impressive L Corp tower, Lena just stares confused at her phone while Kara likes, dislikes, likes, dislikes a picture of 1 year 3 months ago. Then it stops, yep Kara decided she liked Lena in a bikini. Good to know Lena thinks with a huge smirk on her face.
country singer bitty accidentally writes a hit about nhl player jack
Based on this post about the inspiration for Dolly Parton’s Jolene, which is somehow even gayer than the song itself. Bless you, Dolly.
It had started out so innocently.
Bitty had been tired after hours of this meet n’ greet, and when that tall drink of water walked up to get his autograph, Bitty couldn’t help the words that tumbled out of his mouth.
“Gosh, well aren’t you the most handsome fella I’ve ever seen,” he said, reached for the outstretched CD–CD! Who even bought CDs anymore?–and readied his Sharpie. “What’s your name, hun?”
“Uh, Jack,” the man said, pretty eyes going wide. If he’d been more awake, Bitty might’ve felt bad for making a fan uncomfortable. But if this Jack really were a fan, then he certainly wouldn’t have a problem with another man complimenting him. And besides, he was handsome, with his wide shoulders and high cheekbones and eyes as blue as the summer sky.
His father’s voice sounded strained, almost like a scared whisper. He hesitantly stretched out his arm, his hand balled into a fist. Draco swallowed hard as several heads turned towards him, watched him. He was sure they all expected him to walk across the courtyard without hesitation. It was where he belonged after all.
All these years he had done as his father had said. He hadn’t defied him once. But now, everything in him screamed to stay where he was, not to go to his father. It came too late. What was the point in defying him now?
Harry Potter was dead. There was no hope left.
Draco’s eyes darted to his mother. Her voice rang through him and immediately found its way to his heart, squeezing it violently. She took a step forward, smiling at him almost sadly.
Hesitating only a second longer, Draco started moving, his head bowed. He didn’t dare to look anyone in the eye.
Harry Potter was dead. What was the point in fighting?
Draco’s body went rigid when the Dark Lord enveloped him in his arms.
“Well done, Draco,” he whispered into his ear. Draco thought he was going to be sick. Silently, he made his way to his parents, avoiding his father’s waiting arms and grasping his mother’s hand instead.
He tried to suppress a sob when his eyes fell on Potter’s lifeless body, held tight by the half-giant. It made him want to scream, to sink to his knees and beg the heavens to return him. What were they supposed to do without Potter now? What was Draco supposed to do without him?
For the rest of his life, he would be haunted by the knowledge that the last time he had seen Harry Potter alive, the Gryffindor had saved his life, had saved him from the Fiendfyre. And what had Draco done? He had simply grabbed his wand when it had fallen out of Potter’s hand and had made a run for it.
His hand tightened around the wood, making his knuckles go white. It didn’t even feel like his wand anymore. It only reminded him of what he had done. It disgusted him.
He could barely listen as Longbottom stepped forward and told them it didn’t matter that Potter was dead. His heart gave another violent squeeze. He wished he could go back in time. Draco doubted it was in his power to save Potter, but he should have at least told him that he… that he…
Draco saw something sparkly out of the corner of his eyes when suddenly chaos erupted. Longbottom was holding something; it looked like a sword. Draco looked around, taking in the shocked faces of the Death Eaters. That’s when he finally saw it; Potter, jumping out of the half-giant’s arms. In this mere second, Draco’s whole world shifted. It was as if time was standing still. Potter was crouching on the ground, his face full of determination.
Draco’s mind was completely blank. He didn’t think, he didn’t question it when his feet started moving of their own accord.
“Potter!” His voice was choked, desperate. The feeling only intensified when their eyes met. Draco hadn’t thought he’d ever see those eyes again. It made him shiver. He didn’t think about repercussions, about what his parents would say, what the Dark Lord might do to him. How could he, when Harry Potter was alive?
Without a moment’s hesitation, he lifted his arm above his head and threw his wand with all his might. His heart hammered wildly against his chest as he watched Potter catch it mid-air.
They were saved. He was saved.
Even though relief flooded through him, at this point, Draco really didn’t care what happened to him anymore. He had experienced what it meant to lose
Harry Potter was alive and that was all that mattered.
So, quick intermission because there’s this song you could listen to real quick. Yes, this was indeed inspired by a song originally sung by the Backstreet Boys lol. BUT can you honestly listen to it and tell me this is not one of the most drarry songs you’ve ever heard? I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed before! So, with that in mind, the story continues…
It was quick, fleeting, but it made Harry stop dead, the air completely knocked out of his lungs. Grey eyes, hesitant, sad, locked with his.
Someone bumped into him, breaking the eye contact. Harry whirled around, the shopping bag in his hand hitting the wizard beside him in the back.
“Sorry,” Harry mumbled. He quickly turned his head back down Diagon Alley, searching for grey eyes but there were just too many people.
Can you do a peter x stark!reader where when he first meets her, she’s sleeping on Tony’s couch in a weird way when Tony’s about to introduce peter to her. Peter just finds it absolutely adorable and when she wakes up and sees peter she gets all awkward while getting off the couch and trips a little. Btw love your blog its amazing. Everything on her is absolutely amazing
a/n - thank you so much for 3k!!! all of the love and support i’ve been getting has made me so grateful, thank you for everything :) hopefully this fic isn’t too trashy and a flop like me but don’t forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!
The alarm on my phone rang at an amazingly annoying tone for the third time during a 20 minute period. The sun was just peeking through the windows into the living room, having the awakened chatter of the city commence at this hour. The tower was beginning to wake up as the sun rose higher into the sky, while I was doing the complete opposite.
I groaned, lifting my head and scrambling for my phone that was on the coffee table. It was nearly 10 AM, but I didn’t know, and I also didn’t care. I was up until two o’clock in the morning the night before, studying for a test that I would be having later this evening. I seemed to have become so concentrated that my head was on top of my History textbook, having the page still open to the same one from last night.
“Shut up.” I hissed at my phone, squinting at the screen as I turned the alarm off. I hummed in content as I turned my head back around, grabbing my pencil pouch and cuddling it close to my body as I fell back asleep. Considering my situation, and just how lazy I became, I just really didn’t give it a second thought these days. No one would be up here until noon most days, so I was content with it.
I was already too deep in my slumber to hear the doors slide open, only to have my father and someone else come in.
Since bitty is (I think?) the first openly gay player in the NHL in the fics, what about other players hitting on him when they play the schooners, or even better, during the all star game when jack is right there?
The game so far has been nothing memorable, just another pre-season exhibition against Edmonton that neither team really want to give their all because why risk anything before the season even starts?
“Bittle,” Burig, a second line Oilers winger, flags Eric down at the end of the second period, with a look of grim determination that gives Eric the sense he’s about to be sucker-punched.
“You, uh,” Burig hesitates, gnawing on his mouthguard and twisting his stick in his hands while he comes up with whatever he wants to say. He huffs and looks around for any teammates that might be watching the exchange, finding the rest of his line distracted, he leans in close. “You doing anything after the game?”
Eric blinks. “What?”
“Just,” Burig shrugs, face flushing pink, “wanted to see if you’d like to grab a drink or something.”
“Oh. Oh!” Someone from the bench yells his name and Eric is faced with a dilemma he knows he can’t resolve in the next 15 seconds. “Wait for me after the game, we can talk.”
Burig nods tightly, beet red, and skates back to his own bench.
Just another thing for Eric to think about while coach yells at him for missing an unnecessary pep talk.
Burig is waiting for Eric when he leaves the locker room, hair still damp and his suit slightly rumpled like he’d thrown it on in a rush, which makes Eric feel worse for some reason.
“Hey,” he perks up when he sees Eric, sliding his phone into his gear bag. “You wanted to talk?” He sounds so earnest it hurts and Eric motions to a meeting room just off the hallway.
“It’ll be a bit more private in here.”
Eric doesn’t waste time when the doors close, Burig isn’t the first player to approach him and he certainly won’t be the last.
“You’re very sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”
“Fuckin’ knew it,” Burig curses, shouldering his duffel bag. “No way someone as hot as you is single. Worth a shot, right?”
“Were you looking for a hook-up or?”
“No, not like that, I just kinda,” he hesitates like he’s afraid of saying too much.
“Safe space,” Eric waves his arms to indicate the empty room. “Be honest.”
“I’m tired of Grindr and puckbunnies and bar hookups, you know? I want something real.”
Eric immediately runs through a list in his mind of the few single players he’s met in similarly awkward situations. “You play in Vancouver next week, right?”
Burig’s eyes go wide and Eric holds up a warning finger. “Hold your horses. I may have a friend in a similar situation, but it’ll be on his terms if he wants to reach out. Give me your number, and I’ll pass it along if he wants to meet. Okay? No promises.”
“You want to tell me why we’re watching Vancouver slaughter Edmonton when we could be doing literally anything else?” Jack bemoans from the couch, poking and prodding at Eric to distract him.
“I’m invested, alright? You plant seeds, you watch ‘em grow.”
The clock runs out on the second period and Eric keeps his eyes trained on Vancouver’s goalie, Crivier, who waves Burig over in a moment of calm. The two talk, barely visible over the shoulder of a commentator, but moments later Burig skates away with a very prominent smile on face.
“And boom goes the dynamite,” Eric whispers, grabbing the remote to switch over to the new season of House of Cards.
“You playing matchmaker again, Bits?” Jack laughs, pressing himself against Eric’s side and nuzzling at his neck.
“You know how much competition you’d have if I didn’t set up all the guys that hit on me with each other?” Eric breathes, sliding his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I could have a harem.”
Jack groans and squeezes Eric tightly. “I’ll fight everyone,” he murmurs, “even the guys I like.”
Meanwhile here is a brief teaser of what’s inside!
Plagg was wrong. This was a fantastic idea. Maybe Adrien couldn’t handle some playful flirtation, but Chat Noir was a CATsannova of the first order. Maybe it was true that his friends would never know, but that was ok. He could deal with their teasing and poking, and the large pile of sly comments that seemed to constantly go over his head. He would know better. He would know who the TRUE king of chicken was.
He shifted slightly, checking to make sure he was perfectly situated in the small sliver of light pouring out onto the balcony.
“Well,” he drawled, loud enough that he knew he would be heard through the headphones, “aren’t you just a sight for sore eyes.”
“Oh my god!” Nino cried, jumping up at the sound of someone else on the balcony, and then jumping back another two feet when he realized who was speaking to him. “It’s Chat Noir! Chat Noir is on my balcony! OMG this is the best! I so need to call Alya!”
“Come now,” Chat purred, rolling his shoulders back and lowering his eyes into a predatory smoulder, “we don’t need anyone else interrupting this little tête-à-tête. After all, intimate gatherings are so much more pleasant, don’t you think?”
Chat had to bite back a smile of triumph as he watched Nino’s eyes go wide, his cheeks darkening visibly even in the dim evening light.
“I… uh… yeah I guess,” he stuttered, hastily pulling off his headphones and straightening his glasses. “So, what bring you out this way?”
Chat took a couple of steps forward, his smile widening. “Do I need an excuse to want to see the best looking guy I know?” he asked with a playful eyebrow raise.
He does- Jonas is quick witted and intelligent. He loves films and art and Even has the most interesting conversations with Jonas when they’re both high off their ass. Even more interesting ones when they aren’t.
He means, yeah sure, every now and then they butt heads when it comes to Isak because they both love him dearly in their own ways, but at the end of the day; they are always willing to laugh it off into a can of beer.
So they’re chill. Even likes Jonas.
But at this moment, Even wants to break the curly headed fuck’s neck.
“Let’s take marriage for instance,” Jonas says, sipping a can of beer and gesturing wildly to both the other boys in their squad and the girls, “It’s nothing but a capitalistic invention. People throw these huge ceremonies and spend millions of dollars on bullshit like valentine’s day cards and wedding receptions. I mean really– marriage is obsolete in this day and age. What the fuck is a piece of paper going to tell you? Completely unnecessary.”
Even clenches his jaw, because Isak is nodding in his hesitant way, looking interested in the topic. Slowly being convinced maybe.
That just won’t do. Because Even has a ring in his pocket that he’s been carrying around for ages and tonight was supposed to be the night that he was going to drop down on his legs and ask the fucking question.
But fucking Jonas is messing shit up.
“I don’t think it’s obsolete,” Even says through gritted teeth, “Standing up in front of you family and friends and promising yourself to the one person in the world you can’t live without.”
Jonas snorts, “One person you can’t live without? Should we talk about divorce rates?”
Sana, bless her, must notice that Even is about to blow a gasket and maybe jump Jonas in the not at all fun way. She clears he throat and changes the subject easily enough.
But Even glares at him steadily. Clearly boldly enough that Isak gives him a bizarre look and a nudge
Sorry baby, Even thinks, I know he’s your best friend, but I’ll kill him if he affects how you see us.
Jonas stands up and stretches after a minute, pecking Eva’s head in the process. “I’m going to grab some chips.”
His chance. Even stands up, “I’ll help you.”
“Oh no, it’s alright I’m just-”
Even narrows his eyes, “I’ll help you.”
So the kitchen is awkward because Jonas can’t figure out why Even is laser beam staring and him and Even is just crossing his arms and glaring.
“Did I… do something?”
“You’ve gotta stop with this no marriage shit,” Even whispers, moving closer and giving the entrance to the kitchen a surreptitious glance, “You’re killing me, Jonas. Like actually killing me.”
Jonas raises his eyebrows, “What the fuck? Why?”
Even sighs through his nose, “Because I have a fucking ring in my pocket that I’m planning on proposing with in approximately 45 minutes, you shit.”
Jonas’s eyes go wide, “No way! You and Isak are getting married? That’s fucking awesome!”
Even throws his arms up and hisses, “Yeah, it’s awesome. But it’s going to be less awesome when Isak decides suddenly that marriage is a capitalistic trap!”
Jonas winces, “Okay I see your point. Sorry man, I didn’t know.”
Even lets out a breath. At least he was being reasonable. “It’s chill… just cool it a bit until after.”
Noora’s high pitched voice, “Everything okay in there? Where are the chips?”
Jonas pats Even on the back and grins, “This is fucking awesome. Married. Isak is so gonna ask me to be his best man.” And then louder, “We’re coming out now. Couldn’t find them!”
Jonas and Even settle back into the respective seats. There was a brief lull of silence before Jonas cleared his throat, “Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had a change of heart. Everyone should get married. Marriage is the fucking best.”
Warnings: SEX BABYYYYYYYYYYYY, aKA SMUT SO IF U HAVE A PROBLEM DNT READ
Word Count: 3,500
A/N: BROUGHT TO YOU BY RUM AND MANGO JUICE
Request from @thomas-stanleyholland : Tom and the Reader are Best friends. They have a sleepover and have an intense makeup session in his bed, maybe some smut and fluff?
HECK YES TO SMUT AND FLUFF :,)
I’ll revise for any mistakes in the morning, I’m exhausted xx
Your flight just landed at the London City Airport. The captain explaining that we’re pulling up to the gate. People around you were getting restless to get off. You of course were still waking up from the nap you took.
Pulling out your phone you open the camera. Flipping the screen you see your reflection. Sighing in relief that nothing was out of place. Turning your head to the side you check you winged eyeliner. Thanking the makeup gods the liner or your fake lashes you have on didn’t get fucked up.
Feeling your phone vibrate you exit the camera app. A message from your best friend pops up. A smile on your face when you read it. Standing up once you see people emptying the seats in front of you. Reaching above you grab your suitcase with your backpack slung over your shoulder. Carrying the suitcase you lift it sideways to head down the narrow aisle.
Someone pushes past you making you stumble a bit. You huff out in frustration glaring at the back of the person. Readjusting your purse you make your way down the hall of the gate. Your suitcase making sounds as it rolled and bumped over the bumps in the gate flooring.
Walking over towards the bathroom you walk in and head towards a bigger mirror. Fixing your beanie that was on your head. It was your best friend’s beanie he gave you before he had to fly to the states for work. Reapplying a coat of maroon lipstick to your faded lips you leave feeling a little better.
Looking at the signs you see which way to turn for the baggage claim. The escalator taking you down to the lower level. Stepping forward when you reach the end, you head towards a hooded figure. The sign said your name and beside the figure was your bag. He looks up from his phone, glasses shielding his eyes. A smile giving him way completely.
let’s all imagine harry looking like this because he looked fine af in this suit.
rated ma (mostly smut)
Being the girlfriend of a CEO can be vexatious. It requires you putting up with your boyfriend’s moody attitude and traveling. He can be pretty oblivious at times due to the amount of work that consumes him. You’ve been dating for about a two years now and you practically live with him in his luxurious penthouse.
There are days where you’d feel off and he wouldn’t notice because of how tired he is and there are definitely days where his mood would be off but you’d notice because he makes it pretty obvious. Some days he’d have to cancel dinner or lunch dates because of a meeting or staying in the office too late which would make a hefty sigh blow past your lips. Other days, he might have to travel out of the state or country since his company is international and there’d be problems only he could fix by going there.
One of the most aggravating things would be when your boyfriend is stressed. His patience would be very thin and one would talk to him like they’re walking on thin ice that could break easily. He would shut people out and make them leave him alone due to frustration. Sometimes he would yell without noticing, his vein in his jaw protruding, his eyes blazing with anger as they would become a shade darker. His jaw would clench tightly, making the bone more prominent and sharp.
However, there are some people that Harry can be around when he is angry or stressed. Like you. You’d talk to Harry like he’s fragile china and he’d snap at you but calm down, apologizing for using such a rude tone because you would give him a stern glare. Other than his mother or sister, you don’t put up with Harry’s rude and annoyed demeanor either.
When he’s home, you’d see him screaming through the phone at one of his employees, his face red in anger, chest heaving slightly but as soon as he hangs up and looks at your face, it all disappears and he’d give you one of his warm smiles as if he wasn’t just screaming on through the phone. You’d actually found it quite comical if you’re honest. It’s like seeing Harry go from an angry lion to a cute little bunny within seconds.
Currently, you were in the elevator of his building, going up to his office to visit him. You had received a call from his assistant about how stressed he was and how he didn’t eat lunch yet which made you grunt because how many times have you told Harry to eat lunch on time? You knew that his assistant wouldn’t dare to ask him since he might just scream at her considering stressed he was, therefore, she called you because she knew you can get him to calm down and eat.
When you got up to his floor, a bag of lunch in hand, you walk out of the elevator and to his assistant’s desk. You greet her with a polite smile and receive a grateful one in return.
“Thank god you’re here!” His assistant sighs in relief, causing you to chuckle.
“How bad is it today?” You ask her even though you already know, considering he didn’t answer any of your calls or texts.
A bleak facial expression is etched on the assistant’s face, her tongue clicking against her teeth to make a hissing sound. “He yelled at four employees today and broke the small vase in his office.”
You purse your lips in wonder, looking towards his office door and you could hear him screaming through the phone. Your eyes go wide when you hear him say do you want me to fucking fire you? really loud and you look back at his assistant who ushers you towards the door with a knowing and hopeless look.
“Good luck,” you hear his assistant whisper, causing you to snort.
You open the door slowly, sticking your head in first to see what he was doing. You could see him facing away from you, sitting on his chair behind his desk as he holds a phone in his hand, staring out at the view of the city through the large window. He doesn’t hear you when you shut the door, his voice far too loud and angry, speaking through the phone.
You set the bag of food down on the coffee table where there is also a sofa set up and you cautiously walk towards him.
“No, dammit! S’not what I wanted! I told yeh that ‘ve been wanting t’ sign a contract with tha’ company fo’ a while now!” He seethes, gripping the phone in his large veiny hands tightly.
You stand behind him, your hands coming down to rest on both of his shoulders making him stiffen even more but quickly relax when he notices the promise ring he gave you, sitting on your finger and he turns his head to confirm it is you before looking back out at the view. You slightly massage his tense shoulders to calm him down as he talks on the phone, his voice not as angry as it was before but it was still angry.
You feel one of his hands come up to rest on yours to acknowledge you and you smile at the gesture, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. He runs his thumb across your knuckles as you dig your thumb into the back of his neck with your other hand.
“Look,” he miffed, his tone condescending, “I don’ wanna have t’ come over there just ‘cos one o’ my employees screwed up and couldn’t do their job like they were told to. I cannot lose this contract and ‘f I do, I promise you, you won’t have a job startin’ tomorrow if yeh don’t fix this.” And without letting the person on the other end speak, he hangs up the phone, chucking it onto the floor and you click your tongue together at his anger. He doesn’t greet you, pinching his forehead together with his hand as he shuts his eyes, lips set into a firm line.
You roll your eyes but keep quiet, knowing that he’s irritated and needs to relax so you lean down to wrap your arms around his neck from behind, crossing over his chest. You feel him let out a sigh, intertwining his ring clad fingers with yours, silently.
You bring your lips to his neck, pressing soft kisses against it to unwind him from his angry state. You feel the skin move beneath your lips as he swallows thickly and you love how you still have this affect on him even while he was angry. You bring your lips below his ear, puckering it against the soft skin and you know how much it affects him considering that’s where he loves to be kissed.
“You okay, baby?” You whisper in his ear, scratching a hand across his chest of the area where his shirt is unbuttoned.
“‘m fine,” he mutters.
You purse your lips, narrowing your eyes at him, “Didn’t sound fine. I heard you broke a vase again.”
An annoyed sigh emits from Harry’s lips, “Who told yeh tha’? Told them not t’ tell yeh but they still do. Stupid fucking employees never listen to me an’ now ‘m gonna ‘ave to–” You don’t let him finish, interrupting his angry rant.
“Doesn’t matter who told me. You need to relax, sweetheart. This is like the fifth vase you broke. And you skipped eating again when I told you not to!” You move back from the chair when you feel him let go of your hand and spin his chair to face you properly.
His eyes scan your body, enjoying the view of you wearing a white sundress that reaches mid thigh. His green orbs linger on your cleavage that is visible from the criss cross at the chest. Your lips curve at the corner, knowing you’re already going to be a distraction from his anger.
“Was gonna eat once I finished yellin’ at this employee ‘f mine who can never do his fucking job right,” His voice goes from calm to bitter again, his eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. “Gave him a chance t’ prove himself an’ he screws up a deal with one o’ my most important clients an’ now ‘m gonna fucking fire him ‘f he doesn’t–” You interrupt his angry rant by moving forward to straddle either side of his waist on the chair, sitting on top of his lean thighs, your hands grabbing each side of his face while his hands grip your hips.
“Shh…” You stroke his hair, causing him to involuntarily close his eyes at the feeling, throwing his head back against the chair. “You’re not going to fire anyone. You’re just stressed yeah?” You cup his face again, leaning forward to kiss his slightly parted pink lips.
Harry hums, opening his eyes to gaze at you. His right hand moves down your hip slowly until he feels the smooth skin of your thigh. You feel him push the fabric of the dress up to slip his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, letting his fingers drag against the side teasingly.
You try not think too much about it, swallowing the small lump in your throat. You could feel your body become warmer, the area between your legs tingling with sensation. “Harry,” You clear your throat.
“Hm?” He responds, pulling you closer to him so he can kiss the exposed area of your skin through the criss cross ties at the top of your dress.
“You didn’t answer my calls,” You point out, your eyes shutting when you feel his tongue drag against the side of your neck.
“Told yeh I was angry,” He grunts, “Yellin’ at m’dumb employee.”
You sigh, tilting your head to the side as he kisses your neck, “I brought you food.” You say lamely even though that’s not what you want to think about right now. You notice how easily his mood has changed from angry to horny within seconds. If this was going to be a way for him to calm down, then you might as well get something out of it too.
“Mhm,” He hums in appreciation, “Thanks, love, but ‘ve got a taste fo’ something else right now.” He whispers, sending chills down your body and between your legs and you can feel the area dampen at his words and touch.
He drags his hand to the front of your panties, rubbing your clit over your panties and you instantly moan at the action, throwing your head back while gripping his shoulders so you don’t fall. You feel his nose drag up your neck, his mouth pressing hard kisses against the skin.
“Already so wet fo’ me hm? You’re soaking, princess,” He baits, sliding his fingers to feel the wetness. His fingers slide your panties aside, making you moan out loud when you feel his ring clad fingers drag up your dripping cunt. The tip of his fingers drag up your folds and you gasp, gripping his neck tightly when you feel yourself become unsteady. He teases his forefinger into your entrance, sliding only a little bit of out before sliding back out making you whine.
He chuckles hotly, bringing his other hand up to grip the back of your head and push you forward to press your lips against his in hunger. You feel your lips move in sync with his as you make out. He parts his lips to bring out his tongue and tease it against your lower lip and you open your mouth to grant access. He immediately shoves his tongue into your mouth, playing with your tongue as he fucks you with both of his ring clad fingers. You moan in his mouth when you feel his fingers go in deep, feeling his knuckles against your spongy walls.
You bite down on his bottom lip, emitting a low groan from him and you grip his hand from your head to bring it to one of your breasts. He runs his thumb of your nipple back and forth before going in circular motions, making you grip the hair at the back of his head tightly in your fists.
You feel some of your juices slip down your inner thighs while he thrusts his fingers into you at quick pace, the both of you breathing heavily. He rubs his thumb against your clit, emitting another moan from you which he quiets with a kiss.
You feel him pull his fingers out of you slowly, your wetness covering his fingers and sliding down his hand. He brings them out from underneath and your skirt and you watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth, liking his fingers to taste your sweetness. You watch him with a clenched jaw, your chest heaving at the sight. You press your lips against his roughly, wanting to taste yourself on his lips as you slide your tongue out of your to lick at his lips. He grips your ass in his hands, picking you up from his thighs and causing you to wrap your legs around his waist while you still kiss his lips.
You move your lips down from his mouth to the neck, sucking and biting at the skin on his neck. He locks his forearm around your hip, clearing every thing from his desk without a care before placing you down on it. You pull back to look at him with wide eyes but he only gives you a hot smirk before kissing your lips. His hands skim the bottom of your sundress, pulling it upwards to remove it from your body and you put your arms up, allowing him to drag it up your body. He carelessly throws it somewhere in the room.
His eyes darken when he notices you only wearing a pair of white lace panties which he also removes from you by having you lift your hips so he can slide them down your legs. You push his blazer off of him, your hands going for the buttons on his shirt. You press kisses down his chest with each removal of his button and he groans when you lick up his stomach. He fists your hair in his hand, pulling you back up to look at him.
He gazes you with lust filled eyes, the shade two times darker. “’m gonna fuck you.” He growls deeply.
You gulp at his tone, feeling your skin sweat at the rising temperature in the room.
“Someone might come,” You whisper against his lips, dragging your hands down his chest, to the waistband of his pants.
“Tha’ just makes it more exhilarating dunnit?” He responds back, kissing down your neck, sucking marks into your skin. You undo his belt slowly, pulling his slacks down while he drags his tongue up between your breastbone. He helps you pull his pants along with his boxers down his legs until it reaches his ankles.
You see his erection slap against his abdomen, the pink tip leaking with its pre cum. You drag your tongue across your lower lip at the sight of his cock. Harry’s hands push you back slightly to kiss at your breasts. You feel his tongue swirl on your peaked nipple, biting and sucking before giving it a kiss. You feel him do the same with the other breast and you throw head back, eyes shutting in pleasure at the feeling of his lips on your chest.
“Baby…” You moan, your mind and vision becoming blurry.
After giving attention to your breasts, he pulls back with blood red lips, his chest red and heaving for breathe. He looks at your pleased face, smiling cheekily when he notices your eyes on his cock.
“C’mon, I need to fuck yeh,” He breathes out, setting his hand on your lower back before shoving you against his chest.
You nod, kissing his lips again. Both of his hands grabbing to feel your thighs as he massages them in his hands. His eyes drag over your naked, sweat covered body that he couldn’t resits or go without touching.
“So perfect, love,” He coos. His caresses the soft skin of your thighs, his fingers dancing on them and towards your dripping pink core. You moan softly when you feel his two fingers part your folds again, pushing his fingers in afterwards. He parts his lips at the feeling of your wetness. He slowly pulls them out and brings them up to your lips. You stick out your tongue to suck on them, swirling your fingers around the digits and Harry’s Adam’s apple bobs up and down at the sight.
“Gonna take my cock like a good girl hm?” He asks, situating himself in front of you, pushing you flat on the desk while you whimper desperately at his words. “Are you baby? ‘m askin’ yeh a question.” He growls.
“Yes–fuck, yes please,” As soon as he got your reassurance, he spreads your thighs apart, making you sit up on his desk before moving forward. He grips his cock in his hand, teasing you with the head. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock and slides it down your slit, causing you to mewl out loud. You finally feel him at your entrance, his shaft finally deep inside of you. Your eyes immediately roll to the back of your head in reaction when he wastes no time picking up his pace and pounding into you mercilessly. You moan breathlessly as your skins made a connection together, his pubes tickling and brushing against your clit with each stroke, the sensation causing you to whine.
Harry groans, gripping the skin of your thighs and helping himself into you, hitting you with tight and long strokes. You weren’t able to comprehend a thing as your eyes flutter, blinking up at the ceiling. Harry was so stressed and horny that he immediately pulls you up, asking you to stand on your feet. He swiftly turns you around and bends you over his large desk, your chest skimming across the cold surface of his desk.
You giggle softly when he starts kissing at your neck, placings his hands on your back as he slips back inside of you.
“Doing so well, pet,” He breathes out.
You hear Harry hiss as he smacks your ass, holding onto your soft hips before thrusting hard and fast. You turn your cheek and place it flat against his desk, Harry taking your arms and pinning them behind you, his left hand holding the side of your waist, your back arching as he slows down, fucking you slow and deep so you can feel every inch of him within your body. You were able to feel every ridge of his cock and you must’ve moaned his name many times, seeming like that’s the only thing you could say at the moment.
He leans against your back, his teeth grazing your earlobe with heavy breaths, whispering dirty things in your ear.
“C’mon baby, push back on m’cock,” He mumbles, feeling you slam back instantly on his bottom half as he thrust forwards.
“Feels good huh?” He manages to ask.
You nod vigorously, gasping when he pulls out, feeling empty without him. He runs his hand through the waves of your hair, caressing your head softly. His forearm wraps around your waist as he pulls your body up from the desk to press against his chest. He sits down on the sofa which he carried you to before he sat you on him, pushing his length back into you, his body shuddering as he gave you open mouthed kisses on your arching back.
“Ride m’cock, princess, tha’s it,” He whimpers in your ear and you moan softly, moving your hips in figures of eights. His chest heaves against your back as he thrusts into you.
He turns your head to the side, grinning and biting your lip as he runs his hand through his hair, licking his lips as he watches you ride his cock. He watches you like a prey when he sees you pull your body up a little, slowing your pace teasingly. He becomes aggravated, picking up his pace again.
“Stop playing,” Harry grunts, pulling your head back so you could look at each other. His eyes are dark and he was out of breath and panting for her movement in desperation.
“Fuck me then,” You tease, leaning closer into his face. “Know you can.” And you kiss him roughly, gazing into his eyes and he looked like he wanted to wreck you and you wouldn’t mind at all. His hands hold your waist, almost clawing on it, holding you down further until he was balls deep in you. Your chest was burning at this point, him panting hard and you almost forgot your name for a second.
“‘m gonna fuck yeh so good,” He promises, bringing his around to palm your breast, fondling with it as his mouth latches onto your neck. “Gonna take it all?” He growls.
“Mhm, all,” You manage to breathe out. “Please,” You whine.
He complies with your wish by brutally thrusting up into you hard and fast which made you feel an unexplained amount of pleasure. His whole office was being echoed by the sound of your skins slapping and the wetness of your arousal dripping down both of your thighs. You arch your back, him still holding your hair as he pants against your back, moaning with his rough, raspy voice that you loved so much. You lean your head back to rest again his shoulder as he fucks you into oblivion.
You felt your body go weak as you were on the verge of your orgasm. Harry grunts behind you, the sounds that you were making setting him off as he repeatedly hits a certain spot into you. Your body was shaking at this point and you could’ve fallen off but but he pulled you close and slowed his pace, rolling his hips up, going deeper. You manage to bring your breathing down and you close your eyes, trying to focus but you felt so dizzy from his hard movements.
The sound of his phone starts ringing and you open your eyes to see another phone on the coffee table. Harry groans and you widen your eyes when you see him move his arm around you to grab the phone and answer it.
He continues to thrust up into you, placing his hands back on your hips while he holds the phone between his ear and shoulder, speaking through the phone, “Wha’ is it now?”
You wanted to protest because it didn’t seem right to fuck while he was speaking through the phone. You were already pissed with the fact that he had the nerve to even answer when you were fucking. But at the same time, he didn’t seem to care, multitasking between fucking his girlfriend and speaking to an employee on the phone.
“Keep going baby,” He grunts, biting his lip as he watches you. His lips lift up into a smirk when he goes a little faster, the sound of your skin clapping was getting louder. He hisses, leaning forward as he runs his hand down your chest, metal rings touching your clit and making you shudder. He rubs his fingers in circular motions, picking up his pace again as he rams up into you again.You accidentally let out a loud moan but he quickly slams his hand across your mouth, making you laugh a little while he narrows his eyes at you. I mean it was his fault for answering the phone in the first place.
“No, this isn’t a bad time,” He grunts and you rolls your eyes, “I want to know wha’ you’ve done to fix the problem. Have they agreed to signing the contract?” He manages to ask. You cry out into his hand when he taps your sensitive bud with is full hand, rubbing it as he continues his rhythmic thrusts. “Well ‘f yeh didn’t fix it then why the fuck did you call?” You slow him down, pulling yourself up until the tip of his cock was only inside and then you slam down onto him again, making him groan in surprise.
He didn’t even care as held you down on him, letting you whine and cry out, muffled by his hand as he snaps his hips up, grunting in your ear.
“I can’t come there right now ‘cos ‘ve got more things to worry about already an’ yeh couldn’t do one thing fo’ me,” He yells through the phone before asking you, “You gonna come baby?” Seriously, Harry, What the fuck.
You felt your heart thumping against your chest, legs quivering, feeling the pulse of his cock inside of you, notifying you that he was close to the edge too. You just wanted him to hang up the phone because this wasn’t the right time when you were about to reach orgasm.
You had enough of his talking, not in the mood for games as you reach behind you to grab the phone from between his ear. “He’ll call back later,” Is the only thing you say before hanging up.
Harry stares at you with disbelief because of what you just did. You pull yourself off of him, immediately feeling empty when you stand up and then sit down on your knees in front of him.“What the fuck, love? Tha’ was an important call.”
“Oh shut up,” You roll your eyes, staring at his glorious skin that was inked with art. Your hand cups his chin, making him look at you, his jaw slacking when your free hand grips his shaft and stroked your hand up and down, having a firm grip on it as you stare into his eyes. His raspberry pink lips part when your thumb runs over the tip, eliciting a moan. His green eyes look at you as if he’s helpless and at your mercy, pleading you to go faster. You grin at him, knowing that he just wants to wreck you.
His hand suddenly reaches to grab your throat, your other hand holding his wrist. Harry grins back before smacking your hand away and lifting you on top of him again, wanting to fuck you. His hand grabs the flesh of your ass, spanking it, sending a wave a pleasure up your spine.
“Wanna be bad huh?” He chuckles, your jaw clenching in annoyance.
He pulls your face closer to his, lips touching but not moving, just gliding across each other. He makes sure to hold you down on him, gliding his forearm around you hip to keep you still, gripping his cock and lifting you a bit until his cock is back inside of you, fucking into you at a fast and hard pace. You get choked up as you moan into each other’s mouths. You close your eyes, moving your hips back to go with his rhythm.
You rock back more, his hand still on your throat, gripping it firmly. You cry out and lean your head down into the crook his neck, feeling overwhelmed with everything. You felt your orgasm approach as your body starts to shake when he took a last, deep thrust into you, you clenching around him as you reach your climax.
“Fuck, baby,” He drags out breathlessly, pulling out of you and coming hard on your stomach. You ride out your orgasm on his thigh, Harry doing the same, thrusting hips slowly as his cum paints your stomach and core. You see him rest back against his sofa again, head leaning back as his chest heaves, breathing heavily.
“Tha’ was so good,” He moans, making you giggle against his neck which he laughs at. You kiss his neck slowly and sensually, your hands going to his hair to intertwine in his messy curls.
“Feel better?” You grin as you stare at each other for a second, you pecking him on the lips.
“Mhm,” He hums, kissing you back. “But don’t hang up the call next time.”
Your jaw is agape as you pull back, looking at him in disbelief, “You shouldn’t have answered the call in the first place!”
Harry shrugs, eyes lingering over your body. He brings his hand to your stomach, dragging his hand down your core that was covered with his cum. He lifts it up to your mouth and you part your lips to suck on his fingers. He parts his lips at the sight of you with his fingers in your mouth.
You swirl your tongue around the tips of his fingers, licking the cum clean of his fingers and swallowing the sweet and slightly bitter taste of him.
“’m glad you came,” He chuckles, pulling you towards him again to kiss your lips.
“Glad I came too,” You emphasize, literally and figuratively speaking.
He chuckles against your lips, wrapping his arms your body tightly while you straddle his waist, arms latched around his neck.
“Now eat!” You command with a stern look.
“Think ‘m full,” He teases and you smack his arm, blushing red.
“Love you, angel,” He mutters against your lips, gazing into your eyes with his that were filled with love and honesty.
“I love you too, bastard,” You both chuckle, kissing each other one last time before you lift yourself from his body to grab him the food from the table.
At least he’s not stressed anymore. Well, for now.
Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au
Pairing: Reader x Hoseok
Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.
"I sustained massive emotional and physical trauma at an extremely young age due to events related to the Omnic Crisis."
Roadhog & Junkrat:
*ears perk up*
"So I then engaged in some not so savory activities because all my hopes and dreams and possibilities for a good life were wrenched from me without my consent"
Roadhog & Junkrat:
*eyes go wide*
"Therefore my moral character is rather hard to decipher because such massive trauma causes rather extreme Ego Death and it's impossible to say what I would have been like had I not undergone such horrors."
Roadhog & Junkrat:
*clinging to Doomfist's legs, nodding rapidly, trying not to cry*
“Thanks, Maggie. Love you,” Dex says, and Nursey’s heart stops beating for a moment. His lungs refuse to inhale or exhale. The muscles in his legs forget that they are holding up an actual person.
Then Dex’s eyes catch his, going wide at the interruption, and Nursey somehow finds it in himself to pretend that everything is exactly the same now as it was thirty seconds ago.
He looks away and heads for the fridge, his limbs remembering themselves once more.
“Hey, uh, sorry, I gotta go. Can I call you back?” Dex says into his cell phone on the other side of the Haus kitchen.
Nursey rummages through several pounds of butter in search of something edible. He silently repeats to himself his old mantra from Andover, from when he could barely see straight for the tears welling up in his eyes at every backhanded remark or micro-aggression. The mantra he used to train his emotions not to show themselves at every turn, the way they had done with abandon throughout his childhood.
“Write it down instead,” his sister suggested, when he confided to her his inability to keep things bottled up. And, after a time, that strategy seemed to work.
Write it down instead, he still tells himself now, at the end of his Sophomore year at Samwell, whenever the world becomes too much, whenever he feels suddenly as though his façade of always okay always fine always chill isn’t strong enough to handle the current situation.
Nursey begins to silently run through the words again in his head now, trying very hard not to analyze why he needs to.
“Um, so. How much of that did you hear?” Dex asks him, and luckily Nursey’s got his head buried so far into the freezer that he doesn’t have to cover his pained grimace.
“Not much, man, don’t worry about it. Hey, you think Bitty would murder us if we used his new oven for store-brand taquitos?”
He barely hears Dex’s reply, though, too busy faking normalcy. Too busy wondering who it was on the other end of Dex’s phone call that got to hear the words “I love you” from the guy, and so casually offered up that Dex must say it to her daily.
Notes: fluff, tattooing, some angst, smut (m/m and m/m/f)
Summary: Living their dream, Bucky and Steve run their tattoo shop ‘American Ink’ together, happily married for several years and business is going well. When a girl walks into their shop and inevitably into their lives right after they’ve received some exciting news, they have no idea how their lives are about to change with some harmless but straight-forward flirting.
A/N: This is the introduction to the tattoo-shop AU, a Stucky x reader story that could be compared to my earlier series: Savages. I have no idea where this is going or how long it’s gonna be. I’m just gonna see where it takes me.
“Buck-.. you think we’re gettin’ boring?” Steve muses, his arms behind his head, relaxing against his pillow as he stares up at the ceiling.
“Jesus fuckin’ Christ, Steve” Bucky groans, popping up somewhere below Steve’s belt, pushing his hair away from his eyes. “m’Tryin’ to suck your dick here, you mind?”
“I don’t, actually” Steve grins. “I was just thinkin’”
“Yeah. I know” Bucky shuts him up, pinching his husband’s side, earning a yelp in turn. “Stop it and let me suck your pretty cock”
“Baby, c’mon, hold on a minute, okay?” Steve pleads, putting on his best pouting face and big blue eyes.
Bucky groans, rolls off his husband, “Okay, okay. Stop with the eyes already. What’s on your mind?”
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The bass of the speakers boomed around the house as I poured some soda for Michelle and I. The continuous chatter of teenagers was the only sound I could hear from the music, almost running around the kitchen to collect snacks. I gathered a plate and was ready to share with Michelle, but she seemed to have a piece of toast in her hand, spreading butter on it.
“Where’d you find that?” I asked, eating a pretzel.
“Second cabinet from the left.” She answered, turning to me. “Want a bite?”
“No thanks.” I took a step back, chuckling. She shrugged and continued to eat the bread, taking a sip of her soda. We both continued to talk with one another until we heard Flash’s voice echo off the walls.
“When I say Penis, you say Parker!” He yelled into the microphone, attempting to start the mediocre chant that got really old after five minutes. But, in an unfortunate way, it let me know that Peter arrived. I headed to the door to look for him, catching him in a heartbeat.
Imagine one day Ernest and Lucien are playing video games. And it’s a Friday night, so they don’t have school the next day.
Damien and MC are upstairs in Damien’s library doing something or other.
When suddenly, they hear MC’s voice from the entrance to the living room.
Lucien and Ernest are in the middle of a match.
Lucien doesn’t even look away from the screen.
MC doesn’t answer for a moment. Ernest’s character falters on the screen, and Lucien immediately takes the chance to attack him.
Finally, after a few moments of silence MC says that, “Damien and I are heading out to the movies. You guys wanna come with us?”
“Nah, Ernest and I will just hang out here,” Lucien replies, still focused on his game.
“Alright. I’ll leave some money on the counter, so you guys can order yourself some pizza okay?”
“Thanks, love you!”
There’s another moment of silence.
And then a suspiciously squeaky, “Love you too!”
MC and Damien leave for their date.
There’s a few minutes of relative quiet, the only noises coming from the fighting characters in the tv.
“So…” ventures Ernest eventually. “How long’s that been going on?”
“What?” asks Lucien, completely confused.
“You know, the thing with MC,” Ernest replies. Then, when Lucien still doesn’t say anything for a few minutes, “Not that there’s anything wrong with it. I mean, I know more than anyone what an ass your other biological father was to you and Damien, so I guess I’m happy for you that you seem to get along with him so well, but-”
Finally, Lucien pauses the game and turns to look at his friend in utter confusion.
“Ernest. What the ever-loving fuck are you on about???”
“You know,” Ernest says, waving his hand towards the doorway where MC had been just a moment ago. “How you just called MC dad?”
“I did WHAT!?” demands Lucien, eyes going wide as he replays the conversation in his mind, before his cheeks flush a bright red as he realizes that, yeah, he did just do that.
“You also told him you loved him,” Ernest supplies helpfully. “Before he said it to you.”
Lucien sinks to hide his face in the sofa cushions, and lets out a mortified scream.
“It was an accident!” he grinds out, voice muffled.
Ernest snorts in amusement.
“Well, yeah, kinda figured, after all the screaming and shit,” Ernest snorts. “Well either way, it’s not like you can back out now.”
“Why not?” asks Lucien sullenly.
“Dude. Did you not hear how happy he was? I think if you went back to calling him by name now, he might actually cry.”