Steve and Bucky seeing what people call gangsters today and talk about the Irish and Italian mafia when they were growing up and how they got some money during hard times for doing some runs for the mafia
“Huh.” Steve looks over to Bucky where he sits
curled up in a deep, cozy papasan chair.
“I don’t think we qualify anymore, Buck.”
Bucky hummed, cheeks
stuffed full of popcorn.
“I’m sorry, what?”
Sam leaned forward in his seat.
“You don’t qualify as what
anymore?” The anticipation on his face
Bucky shrugged. “’Snothin’.
Steve n’I just did odd jobs back in the day. Had to make ends meet, you know how it is.”
Clint narrowed his
eyes. “Wait. Waitwaitwait.
Odd jobs.” He looked at the
screen to the rolling credits of the movie they’d just watched and back to
Steve and Bucky. “Oh my God. Is that your way of saying you were Old-Timey
It was Steve’s turn to
shrug. “Not really. Sort of.
–I mean. Officially,
legally. Illegally. Yeah.”
“Oh my God.” Steve was pretty
sure Sam was going to have a heart attack.
“Why did I not know this?!”
Bucky wriggled around so
he could face Sam better. “It was
prohibition for us. People were still
drinkin’. Steve needed medicine and an
honest job didn’t pay as much as we needed.
So.” He shrugged.
“So I managed logistics
and Bucky did the literal heavy lifting.
Not really that big a deal.”
Clint was grinning a mile
wide. “This is so much better than I
could imagine. Steve, you had mob connections.”
“What?!” Sam squeaked.
Steve made a defenseless
gesture. “Families like that have long
memories. They know I’m alive.” He nodded towards the bar. “You think I buy my liquor?”
Bucky grinned. “You always did ingratiate yourself.” He
looked at Sam. “He was their best-selling supplier Brooklyn had. They owe him; he helped keep them in business long enough for for prohibition to end and for them to make real money.” Bucky held up his glass and let Dum-E cart it
over to the bar, smiling wickedly. “Another whiskey.”
summary: you’re a world-famous pop star which everyone learned to either love or hate. when a video of you making out with 5 seconds of summer’s bassist leaks, your management decides to make it seem like you’re dating calum.
word count: 3,594
warnings: none that i know of
author’s note: i like this series so far!!! but tbh this part felt so rushed im creasing at my badd grammar but anyways i feel like i made y/n into an asshole lol uhhhhh enjoy??!!?? (i still dont know how to end these things)
A good night’s sleep is what usually prevented you from short temper. When your management told you that you could have a five-month break from touring to write your songs for the next album, you were ecstatic. Especially since this meant you could sleep as long as you want on most days of the week.
Genre: filth, apparently I have a thing for shameless office sex ;)
I tried a different style of writing for this one… anyway, enjoy.
I was doing some faxing for Mr. Park, my boss. He was making me work late, yet again. He had made me work late a lot these past few weeks. Sometimes a couple of other people were with me but tonight I was the only one left.
He had gotten on to me because one of my reports was messed up. It wasn’t a surprise to me that one out of the twenty I was given, at the same time, was not perfect. Mr. Park always got pretty mad with me for unknown reasons. Or I just was around when he’d need to take his pent up anger out on someone. It was sad that the only reason I put up with him was because I needed this job… and that I was insanely attracted to him. Although, I felt especially attracted to him when he got on to me. There was something about his aggressive, hard voice that made my knees weak and my panties wet. He’d sometimes slam his fist on his desk and i’d have to bit my lip to keep from moaning.
i mean it’s not changkyun’s fault, but you see the thing is
it had started out as a joke.
it had been teasing at first, really
you and changkyun had been at the dorm with the boys and you’d just been hanging out, both lying on the floor in the living room on your phones, showing each other memes and laughing and talking about stupid things
and whatever it had been you two had been about, you don’t know, but you’d both been giggling happily
and when wonho had come into the room, fake gagged and told you
“just get married already”
you both had exchanged a look, and,
“okay. let’s get married”
wonho had groaned as you’d broken out in laughter once again and actually. started talking about it??
“we should get married at the beach or something”, changkyun had started
“ohhh, definitely. like one of those super fancy beach weddings. we could go to busan or”
“or europe? spain would be amazing”
“oh my god. let’s go”
you’d laughed so much talking about your imaginary wedding and somehow
the joke just. stuck, and it became more or less of a running gag between you two
in the most random situations, one of you would just go
“let’s get married”
and you’d start talking again, planning weddings you’d never have
spontaneous weddings in the weirdest places, big weddings in fancy castles, beautiful weddings in countries you’d never been
talking about it, about your wedding and getting married and all, became a thing for you two, when you were bored or when you didn’t wanna think about reality for a moment; it became normal
….turned into the problem.
he’s eating together with the members and he’s talking about you, something about a story you told him, when he gets interrupted by kihyun mid-sentence
“you two should really get married”, he says offhandedly, slurping down more noodles
changkyun only laughs.
“yeah, we should. i’ll have to ask her though”, he grins
kihyun hums. “please do”
the other member mumble their agreements as well, leaving him dumbfounded because…….they’re not just joking are they
kihyun puts his chopsticks down and looks at him with a serious expression. suddenly, he feels kinda small
“look. changkyun”, kihyun begins, “you love her. for reasons i cannot figure out, she loves you, too. you’ve been together for so long now but you’re still so happy. just”, he picks up his chopsticks again, picking at his food, “buy her a ring. get married.”
and with that, the conversation is done. everyone resumes eating and changkyun is left with those two sentences echoing through his head
buy her a ring. get married.
he thinks about it.
thinks a lot, even though there isn’t really anything to think about
kihyun’s right. the others are right
you make him happy. he’s never been so happy and honestly he can’t even remember what it was like without you
i should buy her a ring. we should get married.
….so a week later
he just goes and. buys a ring
and another day later and he’s at your apartment and has ordered your favourite take out
he wanted to cook but after last week’s incident….,,
he even lights a candle, making you snort and wiggle your eyebrows at him when you come home
“trying to get laid?”, you joke
“……why do i even bother”, he rolls his eyes, suppressing his smile
(you were a pest. but you were his pest)
…you eat. you’re almost finished and eating in comfortable silence when changkyun pauses and looks at you
his palms are sweating and to be honest, he didn’t think it would be so nerve wrecking???
god he’s so nervous
….you don’t notice, happily eating your food
“y/n”, he says and you pause mid-bite
he takes a deep breath.
“….let’s get married.”
you look at him for a moment longer, changkyun basically dying from anticipation
“sure”, you say, continuing to eat, “let’s wait until next week though, i’ve got a test on friday and it’s like, half my grade, so”
changkyun just stares in disbelief
did you just…you just……..
“do you know if it’s possible to get married on a boat?”, you ask in between bites
oh my god.
“no, i mean”, he starts rummaging through the pocket of his jacket, he needs the ring, the ring, the ring, where is that goddamn ring??
seriously changkyun of course you’d need the ring what else did you buy it for, you dumbass
you’re so focused on your food you don’t even notice his frantic searching
“ohhhh right. sea sickness is a thing. damn, you’re right”
the ring, the ring, where is that ring oh my god, the-
“…are you looking for something?”
…the ring. fina l l y
“what i meant, is”, he exhales
he opens the box and turns it so you can see the ring inside, “marry me. please?”
you’re staring. you know you are but holy shit
changkyun’s waiting and sweating and can you-
“a ring.”, he confirms.
(still waiting for you to say yes)
“proposing”, he nods.
you’re so in shock, you just keep staring at the ring in front of you
“i thought”, changkyun begins again with a shaky voice, “we had so many imaginary weddings…”
he takes the ring out of the box with shaky fingers and takes your hand in his and slowly slides the ring on, “maybe…”
and he looks up at you and you finally take your eyes off the ring and stare wide eyed at your boyfriend instead
“maybe we could have a real wedding this time.”
you keep staring for another moment
is this real? is this happening?
you look at the ring one more time, your hand in changkyun’s, and then at changkyun, who’s biting his lip and looking at you expectantly, seeming more nervous than he’s ever been
you feel a warmth blooming in your chest, a smile creeping up your face
“…okay”, you say, “let’s get married.”
changkyun starts breathing again and his expression shifts into a smile so wide you’re sure it must hurt
you take his other hand in yours, too, and scoot closer
A/N: This is my fic. I am re-posting onto my sideblog.
Growing up as a werewolf was hard. Growing up as a female werewolf without a pack was impossible. You had a pack that you were good friends with and asked for help and advice from, but that’s as far as it went, for now. You have yet to find a mate and enter a pack, and were currently going through heat so you had to stay indoors to avoid any…unwanted situations a.k.a. to avoid fucking random humans and/or wolves in broad daylight. You were holed up in your apartment, skin burning and your third pair of panties for the day, ruined. Walking into the kitchen and opening the fridge, you groaned, realizing that you were officially out of food and had no choice but to go to the store down the street.
You picked up your phone and dialed the Alpha of the pack you knew. Namjoon had always been willing to help you, even though you weren’t technically part of his pack. He had still always called you family.
“Y/n! Hey, how are you? I haven’t heard from you in days!” He cheerily answered, and you smiled to yourself, he always had a way of cheering you up.
“Hey Namjoon, uhm.. Well I kind of have a problem.”
Ok but I really want Neopolitian to come back in Volume Four.
I could imagine Ruby just kind of walking around in the woods by herself, just lost in thought, and then the camera looks over her shoulder and we just see Neo just standing behind her, their face just completely deadpan. Ruby does that anime thing where she knows someone is behind her and heel turns to face them.
And Neo is just. Standing there. Her parasol isn’t even on her shoulder, it’s just kind of dangling from her hand, the spike digging a little into the dirt. Ruby, not trusting this at all, draws her weapon, but Neo still doesn’t move.
And then, Neo reaches into her pocket and takes out her Scroll before extending it forward for Ruby to take. Ruby, after a moment hesitation, carefully takes it and looks at the screen.
It’s open on a messenger app, and in the typing field is this message:
“He’s dead because of her. I want in.”
And when Ruby looks back up at her, Neo is clearly holding back tears. “You mean Cinder?”