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guywithn0name · 19 days

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-Alphabet headcanons-

;re2r Leon Kennedy

Leon Kennedy x any gender reader

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This is set in a universe where no zombies ever happened and he’s just a silly little happy rookie cop :) I’ve written wayyyyyy too many alphabet heacanons by now, this is my third already (-｡-; I’m also so inactive lately like wtfff (◞д◟)

Warnings: not proofread

-‘A’ is for AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?)

He’s super affectionate. He might be a bit too shy and awkward to show his affection in a physical way at first, but after a while he’ll sometimes hold your hand or give you a simple hug. He likes it when you initiate the hug or hand holding for example, it’ll definitely make him smile. Leon’s love language is words of affirmation and giving acts of service. He loves helping people and especially you in any way he can, he also likes giving and receiving affirming words, like a simple ‘great work’ or ‘you did well’.

-‘B’ is for BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestfriend?)

Leon is the type of guy to send you a meme in the middle of the night when he’s supposed to be sleeping with the caption like ‘USS!!’ or ‘we should do this sometimes(≧∀≦)’. Leon also always knows when you’re sick or something. It’s like his sixth sense. If you ever call him, even for something minor like needing something from the store. He’ll stop what he’s doing if he can just to do what you asked. (he can’t just stop working to help you, even if he wants to)

-‘C’ is for CUDDLES (how and do they like to cuddle?)

He really likes to cuddle with other you, even more after a long day of being a police officer. People always assume he’s the little spoon when you two cuddle, because he acts like a literal golden retriever around you. In reality he’s the big spoon normally, Leon liked the feeling of having his arms around you and holding you close like you’ll never disappear out of his life. He also likes it when you lay on his chest or something like that, he loves feeling your weight on him while you cuddle.

-‘D’ is for DOMESTIC (if they settle down, how will they help?)

He can’t cook, at all. Tho, Leon would be super excited to live with you. He would do all the other chores that he can, like doing the laundry, dishes and other minor housework like that. I also think he literally cannot iron clothes and he’s just too scared of burning himself or something while doing it. (Me too tbh-) He’s also a pretty neat person, but not in a neat freak way. He just can’t stand living in a messy environment.

-‘E’ is for ENDING (how would the break up go?)

Teary. Leon would probably at a 99.999% chance cry if y’all break up. If you cheated and he finds out he’s definitely crying. It doesn’t really matter on why you two broke up, but he’d definitely cry. Leon would probably have like a two or three week long really bad depressive episode.

-‘F’ is for FIANCÉ (how do they feel about marriage)

Leon wants to get married at some point, but he doesn’t want that until you’re both financially stable since he doesn’t want to mess it up. Tho, he’d probably buy a promise ring of types for you two since he also wants you to always remember he’s here and you just have to wait a bit for marriage if you want it.

-‘G’ is for GENTLE (how gentle are they?)

Leon is a pretty gentle guy. He’s an absolute sweetheart just in general, getting you gifts and he does other acts of service to you as a way to show his affection to you.

-‘H’ is for HUGS (do they like hugs?)

Leon loves hugs, no joke. He’d be a little weirded out if like a stranger hugged him, but if someone he knows hugs him. You better believe that he’s gonna be all smiles for a while after it.

-‘I’ is for I LOVE YOU (when do they say I love you for the first time?)

Leon would probably say ‘I love you’ for the first time on your second date. He was admiring you and it just kinda slipped out. Leon definitely was a blushing mess after realising he said ‘I love you’ to you.

-‘J’ is for JEALOUSY (do they get easily jealous? And if they do, what will they do?)

Leon isn’t a jealous person, he trust you and he knows you aren’t gonna cheat on him. But if someone comes up and flirts with you, and he sees you’re uncomfortable with it. Then he’ll try to defuse the situation by telling the person that you two are dating, or just taking you somewhere else if possible. It isn’t out of jealousy, very very rarely is it out of jealousy. Most of the time it’s because another person is flirting with you and you looked uncomfortable with the flirting.

-‘K’ is for KISSES (how often do they like to get or give kisses, and where?)

He likes getting kisses on his forehead or cheek, especially after a long day at the police station. Leon likes that sweet kind of love, so he likes giving you quick pecks on the lips or on your cheek. Leon does give less kisses in public than he does in private. I don’t think Leon is someone who does pda often.

-‘L’ is for LITTLE ONES (how are they with kids?)

He’s good with kids, even tho he might be a little awkward around them. Leon is also super gentle around kids. Picking them up carefully and just generally being a good guy around kids. Leon probably did a job babysitting some kids when he was a teenager, he just gives me that vibe of a past teenage babysitter. It also helps with his patrols sometimes when he has to talk to a child or something like that.

-‘M’ is for MORNINGS (how are mornings with them?

Leon likes to take his damn time in the morning and that’s why he’s always late to things. He’s faster on weekdays, but Leon takes extra long to get ready in the morning on weekends when you two don’t have any plans. He’s also pretty cuddly in the morning while he’s still groggy and half asleep.

-‘N’ is NIGHTS (how are nights with them?)

Leon definitely has a whole skincare routine along with a hair routine he does every night before bed. He also uses those headband things while he does his skincare and then after does his hair routine. Leon also falls asleep super easily, he’d be out like a light in a second.

-‘O’ is for OPEN (how open are they about themselves?)

Leon was pretty awkward at the start like I said earlier. But as time went on he started to open up more about his feelings and for example his parents death. It probably takes about a month or two for him to start to open up to you since he probably has some trauma of someone betraying his trust before so he just wants to be extra careful.

-‘P’ is for PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?)

Leon is one of the most patient people ever. He will wait as long as you need for you to open up to him. You will never meet someone as patient as him.

-‘Q’ is for QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?)

Leon actually has pretty good memory. He’s good with faces but bad with names. He also remembers a good amount of small details you tell him, he’s also super attentive when you talk.

-‘R’ is for REMEMBER (what’s their favourite moment in the relationship?)

One of his favourite memories is when you two had your first kiss. Cheesy, I know. But Leon finds the first kiss such a special thing and you two definitely had your first kiss in a romantic and cute atmosphere. He was such a smily mess after it. Another one of his favourite memories was in the start of your relationship where you two were talking on the phone at like 1am and he was just talking about his interests all excited and you listed and asked questions time to time which made him even happier and talkier.

-‘S’ is for SECURITY (how protective are they?)

Leon isn’t really protective over you in a jealous way, but he will be there to protect you if you ask him to. He knows how to fight since he is a police officer after all.

-‘T’ is for TRY (how much effort are they putting into the relationship, dates and ect?)

Leon definitely has your anniversaries up in his calendar and you two go on a date when you have your anniversary. He also always remembers your birthday and gets you something on Valentine’s Day. He really cares about this relationship and doesn’t wanna mess it up so he always makes sure to put a lot of effort into the relationship.

-‘U’ is for UGLY (what’s a bad habit of theirs?)

Leon has a tendency to forget to take care of himself when he’s busy or just overwhelmed. He forgets to eat and even shower sometimes, and just taking care of himself in general. It would be good if you reminded him every once in a while and make or get him some food to eat, even a tiny snack or a bottle of water would be greatly appreciated.

-‘V’ is for VANITY (how insecure are they?)

Leon isn’t actually really insecure, just awkward really. His favourite part of himself is his eyes, but he doesn’t really have a least favourite part about himself. All in all, he isn’t very insecure.

-‘W’ is for WHOLE (do they feel whole without you?)

No and yes. It depends on how close you to are, and on why you aren’t around at the moment. If he or you are just at work, or don’t live together he’ll miss you but he doesn’t feel incomplete. But if you’re gone for a long time for a trip or something, he’ll start missing you a lot and Leon’s gonna send you a lot of text to check if you’re okay and stuff. But If you leave him for good or he leaves you. It really depends on how close you two were. If you had a close relationship or friendship, he’ll definitely miss you. But if you weren’t that close, he’d still miss you but he’d probably get over it at some point.

-‘X’ is for XTRA (extra headcanons about them)

Leon loves it when you play with his hair, but he doesn’t admit it straight up. He’d just subtly hint at loving it. He 100% uses lip balm, have you seen his lips in the game? It’s just proof he uses it every day. The lip balm is also like a raspberry tasting one. Leon can’t handle spicy food in the slightest. Give him anything relatively spicy and he cannot handle it.

-‘Y’ is for YUCK (what can they not stand?)

A big ick for Leon is bad smells. Sorry not sorry. He doesn’t like them, at all. A big part of this is the fact he had to witnesses his family’s death, but just in general he doesn’t like them. That’s also why he always somehow smells good. (except like after working out bc ppl sweat bro) He uses those good smelling brands too.

-‘Z’ is for ZLEEP (how is to sleep with them?)

Bro is basically a living heater while sleeping. Leon is also the type of guy who just physically cannot sleep without a blanket on, he just can’t. Even if it gets too hot for him he will not and cannot sleep without a blanket on. He’s also a super heavy sleeper. Leon’s the guy in the sleepover who has like ten alarms in for him to wake up and he wakes up to none of them and proceeds to wake up everyone else with me. He wouldn’t even wake up if a while bomb fell down, he just wouldn’t.

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ryokaidesu · 7 months

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★ Василий / 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ★

★ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: https://the-coldest-goodbye.tumblr.com/sfw-template ★

★ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: /// ★

★ Василий = 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐯𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐨 ★

★ 𝐒/𝐎 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. ★

★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏𝟐𝟗𝟐 ★

A = Affection

★ Василий is the one that likes bringing flowers or drawing something for His S/o, but He himself does not like receiving gifts. And despite being somewhat awkward, shy and less affectionate in public, Василий is not scared of holding hands or exchanging a kiss or two. When it comes to making out or other things, He rather leaves it for private settings.

B = Best Friend

★ Василий does not have many friends, but the close bond of friendships keeps His spirit high. Along with His friends, He and His comrades like to drink or enjoy the typical slavic meetings – food, music and great atmosphere. He’s that type of friend that helps in need.

C = Cuddles

★ Василий and the most that could be considered as cuddling is Him laying in His S/o’s lap under a tree, embracing each other in a hug inside own household or His hair being caressed. He also likes that His S/o uses His shoulder as all–possible pillow in need. Maybe during camping or trip.

D = Domestic

★ Василий is a family man, but would never force His S/o to have kids right after marriage or settling down. He’s the one that cooks – mostly recipes from childhood. He either cooks to save money or to show off His skill. He also likes cleaning around His library, dust and kitchen, of course.

E = Ending

★ Василий solves everything face to face, all straightforward. If it was due to cheating, He would still try to be polite. If it was because of the loss of spark from any of the two sides, He would not mind staying in friendship, but He can easily disappear and hold onto the memories, shared moments, photos,...

F = Fiancé(e)

★ Василий is the type that would propose after a year or two of marriage and thinking about family after three to five years of shared living. Trying to support His family whenever during whatever.

G = Gentle

★ Василий, while being the hopeless romantic He is, keeps people dear to Him closely and fondly in a small circle. He can become emotional, but after russo-japanese War, has a hard time settling down and living as an average person, opening up about problems.

H = Hugs

★ Василий gives one big bear hug or trying to – at least. He squeezes His eyes, embracing His S/o or people close to Him, His arms almost shaking, knees slightly bending and lips curving into a smile.

I = I Love You

★ Василий needs a few months of knowing someone, to know if He loves Them. He can finally say it out loud. But He needs to be sure, since He obviously does not want to end up embarrassed.

J = Jealousy

★ Василий might be slightly jealous, but trusts His S/o a lot. He does not feel jealous towards other artists, He admires Them. When it comes to sniping, He felt slightly jealous of some people, but that disappeared. After it almost cost Him His life.

K = Kisses

★ Василий keeps three basic pillars of His kissing. Slow, heartfull and long. Василий gets lost in a moment and closes His eyes. He enjoys when His S/o kisses Him on cheek and even more enjoys if He can do it. During cooking, He loves to watch His S/o amorously, until the water in the pot starts bubbling. Stargazing before making out makes His heart skip a beat and knees tremble.

L = Little Ones

★ Василий is a family man, as we already heard. He might not show that He likes the little ones around Him, but They definitely like Him. He does take care of Them on family reunions when needed, He draws with Them or teaches Them this and that. After sitting down, He can’t hide the tired smile They cast upon Him.

M = Morning

★ Василий wakes up early and starts with some morning sketches while having a cup of cheap coffee and bread with butter, cheese or some tomatoes. If He’s living with His S/o, He makes two portions – the portion for His S/o is bigger and richer than His. He then wakes His S/o and does His hygiene.

N = Night

★ Василий, while His S/o sleeps, cleans around or draws. After war, He teaches Himself the skill of carving wood.

O = Open

★ Василий and trust issues are something untouched. Very much protective of His life, takes months or even years to open up. But after getting comfortable, Василий is one big surprise and talker.

P = Patience

★ Василий has a strong temper, therefore does not lose it so easily.. He can deal with what many people consider ‘idiotic’, but the line can be crossed for example when:

the person starts sabotaging the progress of current situation/thing

Василий starts getting a headache from Them.

Q = Quizzes

★ Василий likes to write down many important details into His personal notes, but most of the things He needs or wants to remember, He does. After all, His skill of a photogenic mind plays a role, but one can always lose against sickness..

R = Remember

★ Василий cherishes every moment as the same valuable merit. He never forgets.

S = Security

★ Василий tends to be protective around everyone. In need? Emotional support? Work or studies? Skills? Sick? He will help. He will show up twice or even thrice to check on the person. When it comes to His mama or S/o, He stays awake even through the night.

T = Try

★ Василий is ‘keeper’ and ‘malewife’ in the new century’s slang. Drawing portraits, surroundings, favorite animal of His S/o is only the beginning of His morning routine. Dates and anniversaries are mostly walking together.

U = Ugly

★ Василий, before the Russo-Japanese war, had the bad habit of eating fast and loud, nowadays it is insomnia and over thrifting over things.

V = Vanity

★ Василий got used to the cold winter and uncertainty of hygiene during war. The russian blood flows within His veins. His body is tough. Cold river is not a big deal – considering having a campfire or spare clothes. He washes His hands, takes care of His neatness and so on. After war, it took Him few months before getting used to the luxury of supplies like soap.

W = Whole

★ Василий can never forget, even after straying away. When it comes to His exes, He respects what happened. When it comes to the last break up (considering He is single for a long time afterwards) or the most influential person He lost, Василий still holds onto old photo, letters, box full of shared things or gifts, etc…

X = Xtra

★ Василий, we all know He is talented in drawing and likes green tea for example, but Василий also loves literature and has His own small library. Of course, He not only praises classical Russian literature, but respects other men of letters. He’s most fond of the works of Tolstoy and Chekhov. Василий is also mama’s boy, He loves His mother, since she raised Him all alone.

Y = Yuck

★ Василий does not like the inability of shared understanding and to make compromises. Annoying sounds, dragging down interests or untidiness – especially kitchen – makes Василий yuck.

Z = Zzz

★ Василий’s pose of sleeping is ‘comme un soldat’, taking the smallest space and sleeping softly. He does not snore nor dream much often. With His S/o, He gets somewhat clingy and falls asleep in a hug or turned on His side, facing His S/o.

#vasily pavlichenko #sfw #sfw alphabet #golden kamuy #gk #gk sfw

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jwittekchatter · 6 months

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Welcome to my TED Talk…Just my opinion & piecing together info on Jeff & his cheating:

Jeff was entertaining another woman from Staten Island (the barbershop receptionist? that he offered to fly out) whilst he was with his Miami girlfriend. He was already cheating back then. It makes sense that when he said he got out of jail and was told his Miami girlfriend cheated on him he wasn't bothered as he was already cheating before she did.

In a Dobrik video, David asked him "have you/ would you cheat?" Jeff said "Yeah" with such a straight face.. Could of been a bit though?

In another Dobrik video, they were teasing him about Cierras billboard after they broke up. David asked him "what would your ex say to you?" Jeff said she would call him a "motherfucker!!". If the breakup was a mutual decision like Jeff says it was, it would not make sense for Jeff to say C would say that. It would make sense for C to say that if Jeff cheated and hated him.

It's shitty of Jeff to put out the narrative that him and C broke up because of social media and it was mutual. Jeff just put out his narrative first to save his reputation as in reality HE cheated, he probably thought he wouldn't look as bad. Also he probably knew C wouldn't say anything publicly because as an actress her brand needs to be 'clean'. Let's be real C has had no scandals, apology videos, dirt being pulled up on her. For LA/Hollywood/Influencer standards shes kept her reputation relatively clean. If there was drama from her past it's probably light stuff unlike Tana who is in drama every month!

It's also very telling that C has never publicly said anything about Jeff since the breakup - clearly she wants zero association with a cheater, naturally you would want to completley dis-associate and forget him which she has done. Where as Jeff has spoken on their relationship since 2018 on his own and other peoples vlogs, podcasts & patreon lives numerous times, theres no clarification of the truth from C's perspective which allows Jeffs narrative to be seen as truth.

I feel like C found out about the cheating and that's the reason they broke up, it was HER decision, NOT Jeffs to end the relationship. That's why Jeffs is so bitter about it and sly comments on C's fiancé, he thinks that should be him. C was 100% single in May/June of 2018 as that's when The Fosters re-branded to Good Trouble, it gave enough time for her to find out since the cheating happened in Oct of 2017. March, April or May 2018 is when they broke up. Funny as June 2018 the first barbershop episode was released.

What really annoys me also is that Jeff made it seem C was the love of his life but he cheats on her 2 years into their relationship?? When C was living the single life after the breakup and moved on, Jeff got jealous? Hypocritical much?! make it make sense lol! It's no wonder C's fiancé hates Jeff!

Men will cheat on vacation away from their girlfriends as the cheating stays away from home and it can be left there. Just like in Mykonos, Jeff doesn't have to see the girl again or deal with any potential drama. Anyway Colombia is well known to have ALOT and i mean ALOT of prostitutes, it's a popular place for guy vacations/ bachelor parties because of this. I'm not saying this Penelope Cruz look-a-like was one, but Mike's first thought was to ask ' was she paid?'. Make of that what you will.

You might be onto something 🤔

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wrienne · 1 year

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My Cheating, Amnesic Fiancé

Chapter 34: Final Nail

By the time you returned home with two bags of some late-night takeout from a well-known fast food chain, it was close eleven o’clock. You were exhausted, even with what little respite your body might have enjoyed while you were dead asleep in the car during the journey back from Incheon. A hot shower and a bed had never been as enticing as it was to you that evening, even with the smell of fried food that drifted up to your nose and teased your growling stomach. After all, sleep was the only bodily state where you could forget all your real life problems.

Jung-Hyun's entrance into your worldview notwithstanding, your father had suffered a heart attack. Despite your mother’s reprimands, you couldn’t stop thinking - and thus worrying - about him. He could have died that very day. A chill ran down your spine at the very thought of it.

“Jungkook?” you called as you lifted the bags onto the kitchen counter island, a little surprised that he hadn’t come to meet you. “I brought dinner!”

You perked your ears and heard that the late night news was on. The reporters were discussing something about a nationwide rise of deaths involving heart diseases, and though it wouldn’t have particularly bothered you any ordinary day, it only lended insult to injury now. You pursed your lips and tried to ignore the voices, but you could feel a cold sweat creeping onto you.

Just in time for when you heard footsteps near you from behind.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear you come in. Wait, is that food?”

Jungkook’s pleasantly soft voice, in combination with the brightness in his tone, warmed your chest in a way you knew wasn’t appropriate, seeing as he technically was your brother-in-law. Yet that warmth wasn’t enough to thaw the ice in your spine. It wasn’t enough to smoothen the edges of glass stuck inside your throat.

“Take whatever you’d like,” you said as you gestured toward the bags, still with your back toward him. “I bought too much, probably.”

“Leave it to me. I’m starving.”

You sensed his presence draw closer, and darted off to the sink before he could spot your face. The rustling of the plastic bags reassured you of his disinterest in you, and you allowed yourself the luxury of peering over your shoulder at him.

Jeon Jungkook was wearing one of his usual, plainly white, oversized tees, and a pair of dark sweatpants that were a little more structured than the other ones he had shown of thus far. His hair was still a bit damp from having showered after practice, and had grown long enough for the fringe to cling annoyingly to his eyelashes. The splint on his right arm was getting a bit of a raggedy look, and you made a mental note to call the hospital for further advice concerning that. Jungkook had functioned so well with merely his left arm, you hadn’t had much opportunities to worry about the fractured bone in his right.

Jungkook flicked his head reflexively to the side, causing his fringe to glide out of his field of vision for only a second before it fell down into his eyes again. He peered inside one of the two bags and procured some french fries. “You really did buy a lot, though,” he murmured through a few fries. “Leftovers, I guess. By the way, how did it go with…”

His voice trailed away as he glanced up at you. It wasn’t until his familiar brown eyes widened that you realized your mistake. You had stared too long, and you hadn’t even tried to get your fear and jumbled up thoughts together. He started toward you.

“Don’t come any closer,” you blurted, almost aggressively.

Jungkook looked down at his feet, as if he hadn’t even realized he had moved. Then, his eyes found yours again. “(Y/N),” he tried, a painful furrow to his brows.

You turned back around. “It’s dad,” you said stiffly, your hands balling into fists. “He’s… he had to go to the hospital this evening. Due to a heart attack.”

“Shit.” You heard him exhale out loud. “I don’t… I’m not even sure what to think. (Y/N), I’m so sorry. Fuck, I can’t even imagine how shitty you’re feeling.”

You didn’t reply. The passing of one of your parents during a work trips was among your worst fears, if not the worst. It had been pounded into your head ever since you were a child - the notion of permanently losing your mother or father when they already barely had enough time to see you. And in a foreign country, no less, where you couldn’t see them immediately, or even at all.

Something greasy you weren’t sure of what it was covered your fingers, most likely coming from the fast food bags. You began washing your hands, but even though the water and dish detergent eventually carried away whatever the foreign fluid was and you felt that your fingers were clean, you didn’t stop. You couldn’t.

“(Y/N).”

It was a delicate plea, a gentle reminder for you to stop acting what must appear insane. You shifted your focus away from your hands to the direction of Jungkook’s voice, and was suddenly staring up at his ever so handsome face.

Jungkook wore a concerned expression where he stood next to you by the sink, and didn’t break away from your gaze while he turned the water shut. He then leaned over toward the nearest island counter and grabbed a kitchen towel draped over its topmost handle. His eyes were filled with sympathy for none other than you as he patted your hands dry over the sink with his healthy hand, using the towel.

“Deep breaths,” he told you “Your hands are freezing,” he added quietly, as if it were an afterthought.

“I’m fine,” you protested weakly. You didn’t withdraw from his warm, resolute hand, however.

Jungkook raised a brow at you. “You don’t need to act so strong all the time, you know.”

“I’m not pretending,” you retorted. “I’m just… me.”

“I didn’t mean it like that.” Jungkook released your hands, and you let them fall to your sides. “And believe me when I say that I have a pretty good idea of what kind of person you are.”

He was right. Close to twenty years together, he had every right in the world to say that he absolutely knew you. If you tried to deny that, you would be the idiot, not him.

“What I meant was that you can rely on me,” he went on, quietly. “If there’s something you need, or you just want someone to talk to about anything, I’m here. Let me help you, like you’ve helped me.”

Perhaps it was his eyes. Perhaps it was his voice. Perhaps it was merely his presence, just him. Because no matter how hard you tried to push it away, the chock and gravity of your father’s incident was undoubtedly settling in on you. It cracked your will, your determination, and all your self-imposed boundaries.

Standing there, in the kitchen - always the kitchen, it seemed - you were ready to stop resisting Jeon Jungkook. You were ready to give up all the promises you had made to yourself, cast aside any forethought, and simply be with him.

Shoot.

Though desire wanted nothing but, you somehow managed to tear your eyes away from Jungkook. You needed a space of clarity, a spark of brilliance, free from the influence of his heavy gaze or the evident pain in his features at seeing you struggle. Because there was a decision to be made.

But then, how much more difficult could things between you two really get?

“I don’t really like hugs,” you grunted finally as you failed to fight back the gradual reddening of your cheeks.

You didn’t look at him, but you felt how Jungkook paused, a bit confused. Then, he chuckled before carefully pulling you closer to him. Your heart skipped a beat as the wiry muscles of his arms flexed around you, embracing your torso. He pressed you closer to him than you had expected, and held you there, firmly.

“Neither do I,” murmured Jungkook into your hair, clearly amused.

The faint smell of soap, warmth and a fresh T-shirt filled you with a overwhelming sense of comfort. Together with the heat that he radiated, they started enveloping you, like an invisible robe of peace and safety. It fended off almost all of your anxiety and dread, and you inhaled deeply, greedily drinking in both his warmth and his scent.

It was almost as if he was your sanctuary, a safe haven in the storm that was your life at the moment.

“We’re friends,” you said in defense of your indirect invitation, while you mentally punched away the thought you had just had. “Friends can hug even though they hate it.”

“Why won’t you hug me back then?”

You bit your bottom lip, staying your tongue at his surely to be crooked smile. Instead, you tried not to overthink where you hesitantly placed your hands on Jungkook’s broad back, putting your arms simply where they seemed to want to be.

“Satisfied?” you asked him nonchalantly.

Jungkook snorted. He hadn’t even twitched at the touch of your cold fingers, which admittedly was a bit to your dismay.

But he wasn’t completely unmoved either.

Jungkook held you tightly enough for you to hear his heart rate accelerate, and the steady thudding suddenly appeared much louder, and harder, against your ear than when merely he had embraced you. It made your face even hotter, yet you couldn’t deny the satisfaction blossoming inside your chest.

But that meant Jungkook, too, had a traitorous heart. And while he wasn’t as horrible as you, who had a fiancé that also was his brother, he had a girlfriend to return to and he knew it. A girlfriend he had cheated on you with.

You were both tempted to squeeze him harder, as well as push him away. You were both hopelessly desperate not to lose him, as well as outraged over his infidelity. You were both glad he was getting closer to his childhood dream and back to his stardom, as well as sad over the fact that you weren’t going to be that important of a part of his life soon.

When had things turned out this way? Why?

“Have we ever hugged before?”

You shook your head as well as one could with one’s head pressed against another person’s chest. “Doubt it,” you replied curtly. And even though you were embarrassed, you found yourself reluctant to let go. Ever.

“Thought so,” he said in light mockery. “I think I know why.”

You rolled your eyes. “Really now?”

“Yeah. You stink.”

You blinked, unsure of what you had just heard. “What?”

Jungkook chuckled, and the reverberations coursed through his solid chest, a delightful hum against the side of your face. “Did you walk past eight clubs on your way home? Or are you practicing in secret, away from your parents and Jong-Yeol’s watchful eyes?”

“Oh,” you said as understanding kicked in. “No, I don’t smoke, I never have. It was Jung-Hyun-oppa.”

Jungkook stiffened instantly. Before you could add anything, he released you and went back toward the fast food bags. There was an unusual amount of ice in his smile as he beamed back at you, french fries back in hand. “I thought he stopped years ago. Even I remember that.”

“Apparently not,” you said a tad sharper than you had intended to. Frankly, you had hoped to hug Jungkook a little longer.

Because you had an eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach that you wouldn’t ever get to embrace him again after that night.

“Did you also smoke?”

“Of course not.” You frowned at him. “Why would you even ask that?”

Jungkook wrinkled his nose. “Because you smell horrible,” he said bluntly.

“Thank you,” you replied sarcastically. Anger was bubbling up inside your chest, a devastating amount of it. It took hold of you, fueled by your distress and the fact that it was a much easier state of mind. “I’ll be sure to stay a hundred meters away from him in the future.”

Jungkook sank down on one of the bar stools and brandished his phone. “Good luck with that,” he said just as sarcastically while he glanced at the screen. “I mean, it’ll be difficult as hell, considering you guys are getting married and all.”

You crossed your arms over your chest. “Speaking of which, what about you and Park Yi-Jae? Don’t you think it’s time for you to meet your girlfriend again? After all, you were practically on the verge of becoming husband and wife yourselves.”

You couldn’t bite back the poison in your voice. It was a mixture of bitterness, jealousy and just pure fury. But honestly, it felt good to let out a little of your frustration, and it had been a far too long and eventful day for you to muster enough strength to apologize.

“Actually,” began Jungkook to your surprise, the wariness in his tone making you regret your harsh words in the blink of an eye. “Namjoon-hyung told me yesterday that she’s been calling him on the regular ever since the accident to ask how I am doing. She’s sent stuff to their apartment as well, snacks and presents and what-have-you. All while she’s being doing that…” His gaze flickered to yours. You couldn’t have interpreted his expression even if you would have been granted a year to study it. “...I’ve been here, without even a single thought of her.”

With a heavy sigh, Jungkook closed his eyes. You didn’t know what to say, or if there even was something you could say, so you kept quiet. When he seemed to have gathered his thoughts, he looked back at you, and his familiar, brown eyes had soften significantly.

“I’m not being a very good friend, am I? Don’t answer that,” added Jungkook hastily with a lackluster chuckle. He lowered his head in obvious defeat and snorted. “I’m neither a good friend, nor a boyfriend, if at all.”

It hurt your heart, seeing him doubt himself like that. Though he hadn’t displayed any of his earlier, amnesic fear and hollowness in quite a while, you noticed a shadow of it in his voice. At the same time, Jungkook’s words extinguished the irritation and anger that had flared up within you.

Jeon Jungkook wasn’t fully healed, yet. He still needed you.

You began approaching him, ready to reassure him in any - or well, almost any - way, but stopped when he shook his head, his eyes still downcast. You felt your back pocket vibrating, signifying a late-night message, but you chose to ignore it.

“I’m too scared to see her.” Jungkook’s voice was the breath of a whisper, a mere candle in a city of lights. His fingers tightened around the edges of his phone. “I just… I just don’t want to lose whatever it is that we have.”

“Jungkook,” you started, feeling a slow, burning tearing in your heart. You were well aware of the reason. Yet despite knowing, and having known for so very long now, you still didn’t want to say it out loud.

Because that would mean admitting it. That would mean it wasn’t just a thought.

That would mean it could have been, but it simply wasn't.

“Things won’t change between us,” you went on, your voice trembling with strain and emotion. “I swear it. I’ll always stay as your friend, no matter what trouble you get your stupid self into. And as your friend, I’m begging you - please, meet her.”

“But I don’t know how or even what I feel towards her,” he replied, frustration making his tone harden. “And this is coming from a guy who apparently wanted to marry her!”

“It doesn’t matter.” You gulped, and though the tearing sensation in your heart increased a thousandfold, you knew you needed to say it. “Yi-Jae loves you, and it wasn’t her fault that you forgot your love for her.”

Jungkook looked up, finally, and there was a naked terror in his brown eyes, of the likes you had never seen before.

“But how can I look her in the eyes knowing what I know - feeling what I feel?”

You didn’t have to ask him what he meant by that. It was evident in the expression he wore, the desperation colouring his body language, and the way your own heart ached in resonance. And even though every fiber of your being yearned to just cast aside sense, you just couldn’t.

Because not only was Jung-Hyun already deeply involved into the whole ordeal, but you hadn’t spent the last few weeks constantly convincing your parents, Jungkook parents, the members of BTS and yourself just for nothing. And despite what Yoongi had highlighted during the group’s reunion at your parents’ place last week, despite the fact that you and Jungkook had once been at the point of being engaged, nothing changed the course of actions that had lead up to the whole amnesia-situation in the first place. What had caused everything up until that point.

The first domino brick to fall was Jungkook’s decision to be with Park Yi-Jae.

It didn’t take many braincells to figure out that Jungkook had loved Yi-Jae enough to cheat on someone he had been engaged with and known ever since he had been a child. He had loved her enough to cause friction, at least for a while, in his hugely successful group, which could have possibly been incredibly detrimental to their whole career.

It wasn’t difficult to thereby understand the amount he had sacrificed for her. Jungkook had chosen Yi-Jae over both family obligations, a future that pretty much guaranteed a life without any kind of financial decrepitude but rather the absolute opposite, and his childhood dream of becoming an artist and singer.

She had simply been that important to him.

And no matter what you said or did, no matter what he said or did, nothing would change the fact that Jungkook would have remained as that person if not for the accident.

As all of these thoughts solidified in your mind, you had an almost overpowering urge to tell him everything. Yet you were well aware that you couldn’t let him know the two of you had been engaged once, and that the reason you broke the union was because he had cheated on you with Yi-Jae. It would destroy everything.

Mainly because you were at a point where you had absolutely no idea what you would do if Jungkook found out the whole truth. You weren’t going to be someone who allowed her partner to do whatever he or she wanted, but you didn’t trust yourself not to. Not with him. Which meant, that embracing your responsibilities as heiress of Phoenix Inc. and moving on from all the drama and stress were the right things to do.

Besides, the two of you could barely go a minute without taunting and provoking the other. Who knew what a year - or worse, a lifetime - could do to your sanity?

Right? Right.

“Look,” you began, and went to sit on the bar stool next to Jungkook, who had been silent, waiting, during your musing. “I’m not going to force you to be with her if you feel that you truly cannot. I’m not insane.”

You sank down on the stool. Before you could hesitate, you then placed your left hand over Jungkook’s, which was still clutching his phone. Your fingers were cold, much more so compared to his, yet it was he who seemed to relax underneath your touch.

“But Jungkook…”

You couldn’t look at him. You were afraid you would shatter if you did, and just cry instead of doing what you needed to do.

You had to let Jeon Jungkook go.

“It’s never going to be what you might want it to be,” you said softly. “I have my obligations and duties as heiress of Phoenix Inc., as you have yours as, you know, Jeon Jungkook - the golden maknae.”

You glanced at him, having tried to provoke a smile out of him, but Jungkook’s face remained stony. His eyes were void of emotions. You had to look away again. “I need to put my parents and the company first,” you went on, “while you need to put your group members and your image first. There’s nothing more important than that for you and me, respectively.

“Being forced to marry is nothing,” you told him truthfully. “It’s a drop in the ocean compared to what my parents have had to sacrifice and do and are still doing. It’s a star in the whole galaxy compared to how hard my grandpa struggled and fought during his lifetime to establish the company whatsoever. And though it is mostly a marriage of convenience at the moment, it’s not a bad deal, really. At least I kind of know Jung-Hyun-oppa - I could have been forced to marry someone whose face I saw first at the altar.”

You had to clear your throat, and there was an immense pressure building behind your eyes. When you opened your mouth to continue, however, you couldn’t find your voice.

It was obvious inside your head, in the whirling machinery that was your brain, that this was the best possible measure. And you knew you were getting repetitive even to yourself - you had told yourself countless of times that you could not give in to emotion and temptation and recklessness. No good would come out of it, neither for you nor Jungkook nor anyone else around.

Yet why, why did you always have to go through the whole process of reasoning and persuading yourself whenever the situation arose? Why couldn’t you be firmer in your belief of yourself?

Why was your heart so weak against Jungkook?

“I’ll be your friend, Jungkook,” you concluded, and hurriedly released his hand. “That, but only that, I can do. Please don’t demand more, or I… I won’t even be able to do that.”

It was quiet for a long while. When you mustered enough courage to look at Jungkook again, you caught his brown, familiar eyes for only a few seconds longer before he averted his gaze.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he said gently as he stared down at his broken arm, his expression still dull. “I promised you weeks ago I wouldn’t bother you with… it again, yet here I am.”

“You’re an idiot,” you couldn’t help but say, desperate for the atmosphere to lift.

Jungkook chuckled lifelessly, and pressed his healthy hand to his forehead. “Seems you proved me right on that.” His eyes flitted over to meet yours only briefly before he looked away again, and you caught a hint of nervousness in his voice as he spoke. “Can an idiot like me have another chance? I won’t ruin things again, I swear.”

You smiled, and pushed back the tears that threatened to pour out again. “Of course, friend.”

“Scratch what I just said.” Jungkook grimaced. “I just cringed as well as had goosebumps. Do you have to torment me so?”

“At least I didn’t hit you.”

A genuine smile crested his lips for the first time that evening. “At least you didn’t hit me.”

Relieved that your attempt to lighten the situation had succeeded, you let out a small breath. As both you and Jungkook’s stomachs growled, your eyes wandered to the digital clock on the microwave - and widened.

“Shoot,” you said, rising from the bar stool. “It’s almost twelve.”

Jungkook quirked a brow. “Won’t you eat?” he wondered dubiously.

“I was practically dying to sleep on my way here,” you answered as you ambled out of the kitchen, toward the nearest bathroom. “Be sure to wake me if I fall asleep in the shower.”

"I thought you were afraid of nudity. Or are you yourself the only exception?"

"Pervert, no. Pound the door or blast some obnoxious music. Also, an alarm clock has never failed to annoy me even through sleep."

He snorted. “Fine. Before you leave though, (Y/N)…”

You halted and peeked over your shoulder. “Yes?”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck gingerly, evidently nervous. You were just about to tease him for his behavior when he spoke.

“We really are friends again, right?”

“No, we’re not friends 'again'.” You grinned at his stunned expression before you continued. “We simply are and so, remain.”

Jungkook��s features relaxed. “Good one,” he chuckled, though he still appeared a little pale. “I’m glad nothing’s changed, then.”

You sent him another smile and nodded in return. It was a smile that disintegrated as soon as you stepped out of his field of vision, locked inside the safe solitude of the bathroom.

Jungkook's final words couldn’t have been further from the truth. Because you had put the final nail in the coffin, as dark as that expression was considering the situation.

You had finally managed to convince Jungkook what you had tried convincing yourself for so long.

It would be a total lie if you said you wouldn’t be hurt for some time. Actually, no, who the heck were you kidding - merely “hurt” would be the gravest of understatements. Your heart and soul would bleed for who knows how long, and you would undoubtedly regret your decision for five, ten or even fifteen years. Longer, still, perhaps.

But there would come a day when you would be completely fine, with no heartache or desperation in sight. You were sure of that, because there simply had to be a time limit on how long a human heart could bleed. Before even destiny would have to take pity on you and your misery. All you would have to do was to endure until then.

Oh, how you would pray that such a time may arrive. Until a day came, when you could look at or think about or talk to or be with a person named Jeon Jungkook without a blissful hell of joy and agony.

Until a day came, when you could embrace him tightly again without feeling like you were the most selfish, immoral person that has ever set foot on this world - as well as the happiest woman in the entire universe.

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O N E S H O T S

You’ve been in love with your best friend Jin for as long as you can remember. You know everything about him – except that he is also entirely in love with you.

Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

Seokjin has been at your side for the last few years. He’s your closest friend, and the one person you don’t think you can live without. But what happens when you discover that he might be the source of the curse he’s been trying to help you escape from?

D R A B B L E S

For as long as you’ve worked at the upscale grocery store in the northern part of the city, you’ve hated Seokjin. He’s charming and smooth and you’re always fighting for employee of the month. It isn’t until you both show up at a house in the middle of the night that you realize how much you have in common.

O N E S H O T S

Angel | S, A, F | mafia | Mafia!Yoongi x sex worker!f. reader | Complete

Yoongi never meant to keep coming back. You never meant to become Yoongi’s favorite. Being Min Yoongi’s favorite has dire consequences.

Yoongi lives a quiet life. His days are organized neatly, and every week he can expect the same results. Then he meets you. Hypnotizing. Otherworldly. Strange. And his life never goes back to the way it was before.

F*ck Christmas | S, A, H/C | holiday collab | Yoongi x f. reader | Complete

Making hating Christmas your entire personality was never the plan. Then again, it seems bad things only ever happen around Christmas - like discovering your fiancé cheating on you, forcing you to move back to your sleepy hometown. But Min Yoongi happens to love Christmas, and if there is one thing your very stubborn childhood crush is going to do, it’s try to reignite your Christmas spirit. Even if he has to force-feed it to you with gingerbread cookies and too-sweet eggnog.

Yoongi doesn’t ask for much. He never has to, with you. And yet when he comes home from a late night at the studio, particularly tired and a little cranky, there is a single thing on his mind. Except you want to hear him ask, this time.

Shadow | S, DD | Dark Fantasy | Faerie!Guard Yoongi x Faerie!Prince x Jimin | Complete

Yoongi’s life has been sworn to Jimin’s since the moment he was born. He was bred, crafted and trained to be Jimin’s shadow, his greatest protector. Jimin loves just how much Yoongi can never refuse him.

S E R I E S

You remember everything. The first time you radiated at garnet, feeling the power of the jewel rushing through you. Remember the energy pulsing at your command. And you certainly remember the face of the man who ruined your life. Then there’s Min Yoongi, the Chaotic who is the key to your revenge. → Series Masterlist

You’ve had a crush on Yoongi for most of your life. On a holiday trip to the cabin, you’re reunited with Yoongi after not seeing him from two years and things go less than according to plan. → Series Masterlist

Min Yoongi has been a cam boy for a few years now. The work is easy, the money is good, and he has loyal viewers. When he approaches you and asks if you want to be his muse for a ‘how-to’ series, your view on the infamous Yoongi changes. → Series Masterlist

Don’t ask for help in the dark. It’s an old tale you always heard whispered among the people of your village. But when you find yourself dragged kicking by the man you’re to marry, you have little choice but to beg for help long after the sun has set. The god who answers your pleas promises to save you, but every deal comes with a price. → Series Masterlist

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You haven't seen Hobi in a few weeks. Now that you're joining him at an award show, your boyfriend wants to play.

From the moment you step foot in Kill Devil, you know something about the town is off. Determined to find out exactly how your sister went missing in such a small town, you receive unlikely help from the man staying in the motel room next to yours. But there is so much more than what meets the eye with Hoseok and the citizens of Kill Devil.

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Namjoon is determined to visit the City of the Dead. Amtenemhat is the Egyptian ruins that the locals fear. Archaeologists have gone missing and strange things lurk in the night. But Namjoon's work as a historian isn't perfect if he doesn't go to the source of the legend, and hiring a weaponized tomb raider seems his best bet at surviving.

Ever since Namjoon turned you into a vampire, there is only one thing that you crave more than blood. Good thing your sire is more than happy to indulge in his sweet little vampire fledgling.

For as long as you can remember, your village has been relatively normal. But when people begin to turn up dead right after a group of newcomers arrive, pieces of your past start to fall into place, and something feels familiar - particularly the quiet man who can’t take his eyes off of you.

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You’ve never had a one-night stand. Jimin has had countless. You’re trying to experience new things. Jimin loves doing the same old shit. So when you meet the man going around the club inviting people to touch his ripped abs, you think perhaps this is the perfect opportunity to try new things. It’s Labor Day weekend at the shore - what can go wrong?

Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous.

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After finding a mysterious ring while cleaning out your late grandmother's attic, you receive the unlikeliest of visitors: a fae prince who claims you have something that belongs to him. Discovering the fairytales your grandmother told you are true is the least of your problems when you're taken to a world dangerous and unfamiliar. → Series Masterlist

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Taehyung is a demon that has needs. Some of those needs include feeding off of fear and fucking until he's numb. Thankfully, he knows how to do those things at the same time.

Taehyung gets lured to an exclusive club by a strange, enchanting woman. What finds him there is much more intoxicating and dangerous.

O N E S H O T S

Somehow you convince Jeon Jungkook to look into theories of vampirism for a research paper. What Jungkook doesn't expect, is for vampirism to become a very real and very personal problem for him.

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I LOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR NEW BTS HEADCANONS

They’re literally so good I can’t get over them!

I’d like to request stepbrother tae with younger reader, where the reader is inexperienced and tae teaches her everything. With some yandere themes, age gap, virginity loss, praising, master/angel calling.

Thanks very much :)

-> thank you, bb😙

-> sorry for any mistakes

⚠️: Yandere!Taehyung, virgin!reader, stepbrother!Taehyung, age gap (reader is 18 and Taehyung is 28)

Your dad proposed to his two year long girlfriend

Your mom passed away when you were 6 and your dad has been raising you as a single father until he met his now fiancé when you were 16

You accepted the relationship because your father meant the world to you

After your mom’s death, he fell into a deep depression but kept going for you

He loved, protected and cared about you greatly

Your dad waited for you to turn 18 before proposing to his girlfriend

The reason why is because, he didn’t want you to feel left out or forgotten

He wanted you to enjoy the last 2 years of your childhood before you join the harsh, adult world

Your dad was the best dad you could ask for and all you wanted was to see him happy again

And you knew this marriage was the answer

You helped your future step mom with everything

From picking little decor for the tables, to the bridesmaids dresses, to the theme of the wedding — your step mother wanted your opinion on everything

You both finally got the chance to bond without your dad third wheeling

While you guys were out, doing some last minute shopping, your step mother confessed something

“Sweetheart, I’m so excited to marry your father but something in my heart feels incomplete.”

You scrunch your face and immediately ask her “what’s wrong?”

“My son…” she hesitated but continued, “… I want to invite him to our wedding but I’m not sure how he’d react to me re-marrying. After all, he’s daddy’s boy.”

“You have a son? How come dad’s never told me?” You said and frowned

“Well, I don’t like talking about it very much. My son is not the biggest fan of me, but in the end, he is still my child.”

“I don’t understand… why doesn’t he like you?”

“His dad made him believe that I cheated on him, even though it was the other way around. Taehyung left me behind without letting me explain what actually happened.”

“I’m so sorry about that. Maybe you can send him an invitation. If he comes, he comes, if he doesn’t then he’s missing out.”

She chuckled and started walking again

“I guess you’re right. Thank you for the reassurance.”

The wedding arrived faster than you imagined

Since the morning, you’ve been running back and forth, making sure everything’s perfect because you don’t want your dad nor your step mom to be stressed

The ceremony itself took place during the day time and in the evening, there was going to be a reception party

The ceremony went well, but your step mom seemed to be a little upset

You assumed it was because her son, “Taehyung” didn’t show up

You felt bad for her, but there was nothing you could do

The reception party was amazing

Your dad and step mom were enjoying every bit of it

The food was amazing, everyone was cheering & bringing up past memories

All was going well till someone walked in that caught your step moms attention and wiped the smile off her face

You followed her stare and saw a handsome man wearing a black suit standing in the door way

“Taehyung?”

Your step mom said, before getting up and running to him

She was about to pull him in for a hug but he rejected

“I see you got married again, mother. Does this guy know he’s wasting his time on a cheater?”

That was when you butted in and stepped in front of your step mom

“If you have nothing good to say, then leave. Your mother is trying to make amends with you and if you can’t cooperate, you might as well go home.”

“And who are you?”

“I’m her daughter.” You said, proudly

“Step daughter, Taehyung.” Your step mom chimed in, not wanting her son to get the wrong idea

Taehyung rolled his eyes and went towards the bar

“Please don’t let him spoil your night, ma. I’ll keep him out of trouble.”

You thought Taehyung was going to do something obnoxious but, no

He sat down at a table all the way in the corner and started talking to you

You were a charming girl and he absolutely loved it

Your eyes full of love and innocence

He asked you about your dating life and you replied that you weren’t interested

That’s when Taehyung knew, he had to stick around

6 months had gone by and Taehyung finally apologized to his mother

Your step mom was over joyed that her son was back

She felt like her life was getting back together

You still lived with your parents, but they didn’t mind since you were in university

Taehyung on the other hand lived in his own apartment near your university

He was actually a professor at your university

One day, your dad asked you if you could sleep over at Taehyung’s place for one night

You asked why and your dad said that this was the day he asked out your step mom so he wanted to do something special

You agreed and packed your bags

Taehyung picked you up and took you back to his place

He kept the conversation going by asking you about school, hobbies, ect

He even offered to give you a private tutoring session for free

The evening with him was going very well

He ordered pizza and there was a movie starting on the T.V

Halfway in the movie, there was a sex scene that made both of you a little needy

You started to move around more and Taehyung was quick to notice

He also had a solution to make you stop

He put his arm around your waist and pulled in closer to him

You were about to ask him what he was doing until you felt his thumb rub your clit in a circular motion

You accidentally let out a loud moan in satisfaction

Taehyung didn’t waste this opportunity and kissed you hard

He turned the T.V off and got on top of you, rubbing his raging bugle against your clit

You started rubbing against him too, wanting him to fill you up

He removed your shorts and started rubbing your clit faster

“Have you ever played with yourself like this before?”

“N- No.”

“Let master show you how to pleasure yourself, okay.”

He pulled you into his lap and made you spread your legs wide

He guided your hands on your clit

“Rub it, angel.. It whatever way it feels good.”

You started off slow but it wasn’t satisfying you so you increased your speed

You were about to cum but Taehyung slapped your hand away from your clit

“Rule number one, angel. You will not cum without master’s permission.”

“Okay.”

He slapped your clit, making you flinch in his lap

“Rule number two, you call me master. Understood?”

“Understood, master.”

“Good, angel. Master likes fast learners.”

Taehyung’s hand made it’s way back to your private area

He pushed in the tip of his pointer finger and you let out a squeal

“M-master! It hurts.”

“I know, angel. You’re so tight, that’s why…” he removed his finger from you and brought it up to your mouth, “angel, suck my finger.”

You happily opened your mouth and sucked on his pointer finger till it was wet with your saliva

“Perfect, angel.”

He slipped it back in, but this time it went in easier

“Master, don’t take it out. It feels good.” You whisper as you rocked your hips for some friction

He immediately removed it causing you to whine and squirm a little

“Rule number three. You don’t tell master what to do. Understood?”

“Yes, master. I’m sorry.” You said, softly

“Rule number four, you don’t whine. I don’t want any whining, angel. Or else, I won’t give you what you want.”

“I understand, master. It won’t happen again.”

You were so obedient, it was driving Taehyung crazy

You were so desperate for his touch and love

“Okay angel, lay down on your back and put your legs in the air.”

You did exactly what he said and spread your legs wide

He slid his fingers along your slit only to find out how wet you’d gotten just from all the teasing

He spread your wetness all over your hole for some lube then pushed in the tip

You were a little scared so you touched around for something to grab onto and Taehyung noticed

He intertwined both of his hands with yours before pushing deep inside you

You screamed a little because it was your first time

“M- Master. Slow.”

“It’s okay, angel. It’ll only hurt for a little bit.”

He pushed his whole length in you and kept his pace slow

“Master, it hurts!” You yelled, throwing your head back and releasing your tears

Taehyung quickened his pace so you could adjust to him faster

After a couple of fast thrust, you started moaning and rolling your eyes back in pleasure

You let go of his hands and held onto his back

“Master-mmmh!”

Taehyung placed his thumb on your clit and started rubbing it while fucking you faster

“M- Master! It feels so good.”

“I know. You’re taking me so well, angel.” He whispered into your ears, sending chills down your spine

Taehyung has been dreaming of this moment ever since he met you

All he wanted was to fuck you rough and raw

The idea of claiming you become more and more intense as time went by

You made him crazy

All the love and innocence in your eyes turned into lust for him

“Master, a- a little fa- faster, please. I’m close.”

Taehyung grabbed onto your hips and started fucking you as hard as he could

You were moaning so loudly, he knew you were close

“Tell me angel, what was rule number one again?”

“Don’t c- cum without master’s permission.”

Right after you finished your sentence, you hit your high and wanted to release

“Master! Please let me cum!” You yelled, clenching around him as hard as you could in order to stop yourself from coming

Taehyung groaned when you clenched around him

It was like paradise

“Master, please! I beg you! I can’t hold it!”

He pushed his whole length in one more time before saying, “release, angel.”

You covered his cock in a coat of cum while he filled you up

Both of you were panting heavily until Taehyung pulled out and carried you to his room

“You did such a good job, angel. Now let master take care of you.”

Just like that, you fell into his trap

#taehyung smut #bts smut #bts yandere #yandere bts

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kunoichihatake · 3 years

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Busy Chapter 2 (Tobirama x reader, Madara x reader)

Prompt: “Can you write for tobirama? He is losing his s/o to another man, bc he puts his work before her, and well she understands bc she loves him but this other guy is doing his best and she is conflicted... i need some jealously and angst in my life 😅😭 THANK YOU! If u dont want to write it its ok ! 😄"

A/n: this might end up being more than two parts hehe...drop me a reply if you want to see more b/c I have some ideas 😛

Pairing: Tobirama Senju x female reader, Madara Uchiha x female reader

Words: 1.5k+

Warnings: slight cheating, a lot of self-loathing by the reader

Masterlist / part 1 / buy me a coffee?

“I always have time for you, Y/n. Why not be mine instead?”

I can’t, you thought, but your tongue felt frozen, the words unable to escape your throat. You watched, partially terrified and partially elated, as Madara leaned his face towards yours and caught your lips in a deep kiss. Immediately, fireworks exploded in your stomach, but underlying them was a sick feeling, making your insides churn. You pulled away after a moment, staring at the dark-haired man with wide eyes. He stared back at you, his gaze a mix of confusion and concern.

“What’s the matter?” Madara said, his eyes staring into yours, studying them. You could feel his warm breath, see the flutter of his long eyelashes when he blinked. He’s too close. He shouldn’t be this close. “Your fiancé doesn’t pay you any attention. You deserve better, you know that.”

You stood up from the couch, your legs trembling, your head feeling as if it were too heavy to keep upright. You felt sick suddenly, like you were going to lose your lunch all over his tidy floor. “I’m sorry, Madara,” you said, your voice shaking, unsure. “I can’t do this. I’m promised to Tobirama.”

“Y/n,” he started, standing up, but you rushed to the door as fast as your shaking legs would take you, slipping your shoes on without bothering to adjust them to be comfortable.

“I have to leave now. I’m sorry.” Without another word, you gripped the door handle and walked out into the afternoon sun, praying no one saw you leave Madara Uchiha’s house, especially not looking so flustered.

You immediately went home and plopped down on your own couch, the afternoon’s events replaying over and over in your mind. I’m despicable, you thought, tears streaming down your face. When Tobirama finds out, he’s going to want to kill me. And Madara, for that matter. Despite his advances, you still couldn’t convince yourself that Madara had done anything wrong. It was my fault. I tempted him. I should have never gone into his home.

Around 7 pm, you heard a rap on your door, and looked up in shock. Is it Madara? Has he found my address? Or is it Mito? She always seems to know when I’m feeling down. Wiping your eyes and calming your sniffles, you walked over to the door and turned the handle.

“Hello, Y/n.” To your shock, your fiancé was standing over you, his tired eyes full of concern. Fuck, it’s Tobirama. What am I supposed to tell him? Crickets chirped in the background as he studied your tousled form, the uncomfortable silence feeling suffocating. “Are you alright?”

“I’m sorry, Tobirama,” you said, the words falling out of your mouth before you could even formulate a thought. “I went to Madara’s house and he kissed me. I didn’t mean to. I’m so, so sorry.” You couldn’t finish the last sentence before bursting into tears again, trying to calm your hysterical sobs. Your fiancé stood in front of you for what felt like the longest moment of your life, staring at you, not moving a single muscle. His jaw was set, and you could feel disappointment and pain rolling off of him in waves.

“I see,” was all he said to you, before turning around and walking away.

“Tobirama,” you sobbed, grasping for his retreating form but only feeling cold air between your fingers. He paused for a moment, turning to look at you over his shoulder.

“You have broken my trust. I hardly think that seems fit for someone who wants to become my wife.” You felt your heart shatter in your chest, the shards lodging like daggers into your lungs and halting your breath. “As for Madara, he and his clan will answer for their transgressions as soon as I am Hokage.” With that, he walked off into the night, and you collapsed on the floor, your whole world clouding with tears.

The next morning, there was another knock on your door, more gentle sounding than the last. You dragged your body off of the couch, feeling as if it weighed a million pounds. You hadn’t gotten up from the couch since Tobirama had visited last night, except for the occasional bathroom trip. You couldn’t bring yourself to eat, or to sleep more than a couple of fitful hours. I can’t believe I did this to him. I’m disgusting.

“Y/n?” A soft voice called through the door. You unlocked the door and opened it to see Mito on your doorstep, trying to hide a look of pity behind a forced smile. You were all too aware of just how disheveled you looked, but you could care less. I broke his heart. It’s all my fault. I deserve this pain.

“Tobirama told Hashirama and I what happened,” she started, treading lightly. You nodded, your gaze dropping to your feet.

“I didn’t mean to,” you said, choking back a sob. “It just...happened.”

Mito nodded. “I know,” she said, and you looked at her in shock. “You’re not the type to cheat. Both Hashirama and I know that.” You blinked, looking at her with wide eyes that burned from a sleepless night of crying.

“Thank you,” you said, your gaze falling once more. “But Tobirama was very upset. I doubt he’ll want to be with me anymore.” The tears crept back into your voice, making your words wobble pitifully. Mito reached out her arms and embraced you, placing your head onto her chest and stroking your hair gently.

“Hashirama and I are going to talk to him,” she said, almost whispering. You gasped gently, taken aback. You hadn’t interacted much with Hashirama, and here he was, going to advocate for you in regards to a situation he didn’t even know the details of. Your heart swelled with the warmth of their kindness, and you gripped Mito’s back tightly, trying not to cry again. “We both know that you’re a good person, and that you would never willingly try to harm or embarrass Tobirama. He’s angry right now, but he’ll cool off.”

“What about Madara?” The words rushed out of your mouth before you could stop them, your heart pounding. Mito continued to hold you, continuing to stroke your hair as if you were a small child, a few seconds passing before she spoke.

“Hashirama will be taking some time to think about the situation,” she said, sounding uneasy. “It’s certainly a difficult position for him, as you can imagine.” You nodded, an even deeper feeling of guilt settling in. Great, now I’m pitting Hashirama against his best friend. All because I was stupid.

“Hey,” Mito said, taking your face in her hands and looking into your eyes. “It’s not your fault. What happened is in the past, and all you can do now is try to make amends.” You nodded. “Give Tobirama some time, and I’m sure you will be able to talk to him again soon. As for Madara, I think it would be best if you stayed away from him.”

Your heart fell, but you nodded anyway. You knew she was right. The fireworks that Madara made you feel weren’t right, and came with too many consequences. Mito smiled at you, bringing you close for a hug once more.

“It’ll be alright, dear sister,” she said, squeezing you gently. “Tobirama may be strict, but he’s not incapable of forgiveness. Once you’re married, this will be just a small bump in the road.” You nodded, and Mito hugged you tightly once more before saying her goodbyes, lamenting that she had important work to carry out that day or she’d certainly stay and care for you. You waved her away, saying you could take care of things, and telling her to thank Hashirama for his help.

As soon as Mito was gone, you took a shower, scrubbing your skin so coarsely you nearly bled, trying to get the feeling of Madara’s presence off. You put on your best clothes and walked to the bakery where you worked, greeting the owner with a smile and ordering your favorite scone. You made small talk for a few moments, and then came the hard part.

“I need to quit. I’m sorry, something came up.”

Your boss nodded, his smile fading. “Fiancé?” he asked.

“Something like that,” you replied, swallowing the bitter truth.

He nodded, clasping your hands across the counter. “I understand. It was a joy having you as an employee, Y/n. Do take care.” You nodded, thanking him for his graciousness.

Before you left, your (now former) boss offered you a box of freshly baked danishes, but you refused; so he sent you home with a basket of scones instead. You munched on them as you walked, your stomach grumbling from the lack of food you’d had in the past 24 hours.

Once you got home, you removed your shoes and flopped on the couch once more, staring straight up at the ceiling. The basket of scones sat on the coffee table, warm and fresh and inviting. You grabbed one more and turned it over in your hands, feeling its softness in your palms.

Everything is going to be alright, a voice echoed in your head, despite the fact that you didn’t quite believe that yet. With a sudden sense of calm rushing over you, you fell fast asleep.

if you enjoyed this fic, consider buying me a coffee? ✨

#naruto x reader #tobirama x reader #tobirama senju x reader #madara x reader #madara uchiha x reader

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margoshansons · 2 years

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Omg. You’re right. Edwina should have lost it on Anthony for putting her in this situation and she or Kate should have been angry with him for putting Kate in the situation too. Of the three of them, Anthony had the most power and options. Women had to marry or work, and as much as they acted like Kate had the option to be free, her independent life wasn’t going to be easy. Edwina needed to marry to be provided for, so there were realities the Sharmas had to deal with that weren’t concerns for a wealthy, titled, man.

I’ll always be angry that Kate suffered throughout her season and then got yelled at because she (in a misguided way) tried to put Edwina first.

I forgive Anthony because he was so deeply traumatized and his decisions were a direct result of that, but acting like Kate was the bad guy and ignoring Anthony’s culpability upsets me. CVD didn’t treat the Sharmas well and I’ll always be angry.

You're 100% correct anon and I wish more people had this take because a lot of the fandom seems to be firmly on either Edwina's side or Kate's side when really we should all be joining together to fight against the real issue here: Violent Misogyny (and Anthony Bridgerton's shitty shitty shitty behavior)

I understand how trauma can affect someone, believe me, I know all too well what Anthony AND Kate are both feeling, but Anthony's trauma shouldn't excuse his shitty behavior and I don't even think we see him apologize? To Edwina or Kate (although the latter might not be true I need to rewatch). Instead, the narrative simply pushes the idea that Anthony was so tortured with Edwina he's finally happy to be rid of her (which is...not the move CVD).

He should've been GROVELING to the Sharma girls after the failed wedding and instead the narrative forgives him along with Kate AND Edwina which...makes no goddamn sense seeing as he a) openly admitted to not wanting to find love when Edwina did, b) played with Kate's feelings and then GASLIT her about them, c) proposed to the woman he loved's sister because Daphne simply mentioned that he MIGHT be in love with Kate, d) TOLD HIS FIANCE'S SISTER THAT HE WOULD THINK ABOUT CHEATING ON EDWINA WITH HER UNTIL HE FINALLY SNAPPED AND DID IT, e) Proceeded to call Kate, Edwina's closest and only family outside of Mary, "a thorn in the blossoming flower of their lives" and then immediately ran to go eyefuck her in the closet, f) Kissed his fiancé's sister IN THEIR WEDDING CHAPEL, g) later tried to backtrack on his gaslighting and got upset with Kate called him out on it, h) never fucking apologized.

I've seen people compare Anthony to Mr. Darcy (which is a personal affront to me) but while Darcy actually reflects on the hurt he caused Lizzie AND her sister, Anthony never does, and instead the narrative rewards him for his bad behavior while pitting two women of color, two sisters, against each other. Anthony goes back and forth between Kate and Edwina so much during this season, it's no wonder Kate thought they could simply get rid of these feelings.

People liken this season to Pride and Prejudice because of the enemies to lovers vibe, but to me Anthony's story has always felt like Sense and Sensibility. Two souls sisters, both who wish to find love, one who is used to shoving her more romantic notions under the table to support her family and one who embraces the idea of love as grand gestures and poetry, who disagree with each other as those ideas come into conflict but never truly abandon or get angry with one another.

But because they never touched on Kate's trauma or the hefty expectations placed upon Edwina, both Edwina's breakdown and Kate's actions felt not only hollow, but contrived. It wasn't earned in any capacity and only served to turn people against each sister instead of realizing that this is a story about sisters who will stick by each other through anything. (And I will never forgive CVD for that half-sister line. Even if you're that angry with your sibling, once you see how that hurts them, you retract that shit immediately and apologize.)

CVD fucked over the Sharmas the minute he made Kate hide the Sheffield fortune deal from Mary and Edwina, because we had the chance to see them be a real family, a healthy family (which is quite frankly rare in the Bridgerton series) and he took it all away in favor of cheap drama and a love triangle.

And god, I would love to talk about the different ways women were forced to make their own living and how futile everything outside of marriage was for a lady but I'll just point you to Amy March's speech from Greta Gerwig's Little Women instead cause this is already quite long haha!

(also if you wanna read a fic about Edwina tearing into Anthony after the wedding, check out my fic give me love!)

#bridgerton #Anthony bridgerton #Kate sharma #edwina sharma #Please don't take this as me disliking Anthony he's one of my favorite romantic heroes #but he's such a dick in both TVWLM and The tv show #and people need to recognize that and stop making either Kate or Edwina the right one in this situation #there is no right one #there's only Anthony and how wrong he was for treating both sharma girls like shit

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itsallyscorner · 4 years

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positions with chris evans (smut implicit if you feel comfortable) he is her new bf and her ex was a horrible guy. Now she is happy with Chris and is all, fluff

I haven’t written for Chris in a while now and I miss my bubba🥺 Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!

💌.

positions

a/n: (f/n) ~ friend’s name

warnings: I’m a bitch for back stories so the beginning is like long....enjoy:) also smut**

Heaven sent you to me

I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history

You were never good at relationships. You weren’t a horrible person to date; relationships just never worked for you. One ex cheated, another drifted apart, and the last one canceled your engagement. You’ve had it rough. Though, you were confident in yourself and believed that you were an independent woman; you ARE an independent but you just needed some love. You could manage to be on your own. However, you didn’t know how long you’d last until the loneliness got to you.

You were spiraling down a hole of self pity and insecurity after your ex-fiancé called off your engagement. You’ve isolated yourself from your friends and spent more time at the bar. Not to look for some rebound but to wallow in your self pity even more. As if the world knew you needed a pick me up, you bumped into Chris.

You were in one of those lowkey bars in LA drinking a Seagrams. Why a Seagrams? You came alone to the bar which meant you had to drive yourself home. So no getting shitfaced drunk for you.

You were sitting at the bar sipping on your drink as you ate some fries. There was some random football game on the tv but you didn’t pay any mind to it. You were scrolling through your phone when a tall man sat into the seat next to you. You glanced at him, meeting his blue eyes for a second, before you looked back to your phone. Chase, the bartender, asked the stranger with the blue eyes what he wanted.

“Just a beer.” His voice was thick with hints of a Boston accent in it. His large frame settled into a small dainty chair that looked as if it were going to collapse underneath him.

“It’s pretty quiet here for a Friday night.” The man said from beside you. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. You shut your phone off and turned your attention to him.

“Um yeah, it’s always like that around here.” You answer with a tight smile. His face makes an “oh” kind of expression.

“Ah, it’s my first time around here.” He nods to Chase as he finally gets his beer. You nod at his answer and go back to your phone.

“So do you come here often?” You hear him ask. You sigh as you turn to face him again.

“Yeah, I’ve been going here for a few months now.”

“Alone?” He questioned you as his took a swig of his beer. You didn’t know what his deal was but you just weren’t in the mood for it.

“Yeah, alone.” You stifle a fake laugh as you turn back to your phone. He goes silent for a few minutes, making you think he was done. Until he asked you another question then another. This continued for half an hour. He asked you some random question and you replied with a short half assed answer. He just couldn’t catch a hint.

“Look, if you’re trying to get into my pants, I’m not interested.” You interrupt him as he was asking another question. A smug look made its way onto his face as he held his hands up in surrender.

“Well I wasn’t trying to get into your pants.” He started, “Something seemed to be bothering you so I thought I’d start a conversation with you and you could vent to me.” He defended himself as he shrugged his shoulders. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as guilt took over your body. You cringed at yourself and groaned into your hands.

“Gosh, I’m so sorry. You were just being nice and I had to let my ego get in the way.” You apologized as you took your head out your hands. The man chuckled as he waved off your apology.

“Nah, you’re all good. I should’ve been straight to the point.” He rolled his eyes at himself as he leaned forward.

“So, is there anything bothering you? You were literally spaced out while you went though your phone.” He crossed his arms together as he rested his head on his bicep.

“Stalker much?”

“Nah, just observant.”

“I don’t wanna waste your time.” You tell him. He shrugs once again as he leans closer to you.

“I’ve got all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”

Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday

Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)

Never need no (No), no one else, babe

The bar became a frequent meet up place for you and Chris. The first night you told him about your troubles and he listened without any interruptions, only asking a few questions here and there. The second night you learned about him and his job. Turns out he was Captain America, you still don’t know how you didn’t recognize him. Third night you guys shared an order of fries as he tried to explain a football game to you. The fourth night you listened to him talk about his anxiety and how much he missed his family. The fifth night you two finally took it to his place and spent the early hours of the morning between his sheets.

Now six months later you were still spending the mornings in his sheets but now you were his girlfriend.

The sun was warm against your back as you woke up. You could feel Chris run circles soothingly onto your back making you sigh in content. You felt him press a kiss onto your temple as he pulled you closer to him.

“Mornin’ sweetheart.” His voice was gravelly still laced with sleep. You finally open your eyes and see his bright blue eyes staring down at your (e/c) eyes.

“Hey bubs.” You sleepily smile at him as you rub the sleep out your eyes and stretch. Dodger was resting at the foot of the bed, his nose bumping into your or Chris’ foot occasionally.

“You got any plans today?” He asked as he laid on his back taking you with him. You traced the Dodger tattoo on his chest as you thought for a second.

“Mmmm, not much. It’s a lazy Sunday for me.” You shrugged as you glanced up at him, “What are your plans for today?”

“Well my family’s coming over, so we might head to some restaurant and hang there.” He mentioned as he carded his fingers through your hair.

Suddenly an idea popped into your head, “Why don’t they just come over for dinner?” Chris’ head snaps down at you.

“What do you mean?”

“I’ll cook and they could come over for dinner. Plus aren’t they just coming from the airport? I’m sure they’d want to be comfortable instead of going to a restaurant.” You explained as you flipped over to rest on your elbows. Chris looked at you adoringly as you waited for him to reply.

“You’d do that for me?” He asked sounding a bit shocked.

“Yeah, of course I would, Chris. They’re you’re family and you’ve mentioned that you’ve been missing them for a while. So whatever makes you happy.”

Chris says nothing before he leans forward to catch your lips into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him as he turns you over so you’re resting on your back.

’Cause I'll be

Switchin' them positions for you

Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom

I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops

Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do

That I won't do, switchin’ for you

“Chris. If— If I’m going to be cooking—“ you begin to say but Chris just keeps interrupting you with his lips. You laugh as you push his face away from yours. He opens his eyes and looks down at you upset.

“Baby, if I’m going to cook for your family, I need to start now. I don’t even know what I’m gonna make yet.” Chris hangs his head down as he huffs.

“We can figure that out later, right now I just wanna show you how much I love you right now.” He moved your hands off his shoulders and used one of his hands to hold both your wrists above you.

His pupils were dilated as he gazed lovingly at you. He turns away for a second to tell Dodger to leave the room. When you hear the pitter patters of Dodger’s nails down the hall, Chris slots himself in between your legs. He presses his hard on against your clothed mound making your breath hitch. His lips meet yours again, but this time they moved slower as if they were savoring the feeling of you against them.

You wrap your legs around his torso and push his hips down to meet yours as you grind against him. The feeling makes you moan as his bulge rubs against you. You could feel yourself starting to get wetter and wetter as Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth.

You whine as you try to get your wrists out of his grip. You bite down on his lip as you pull away to stare up at him with your hazy eyes. The action causes Chris to groan and rut his hips against you even more. You let go of his lip and kiss down his jaw to his neck.

“Take those off.” You whine as your feet kick at his boxers.

“Impatient, huh?” Chris chuckles before he listens to you. You feel his length brush up against your thigh making you want him even more.

“I want you in me, Chris.” You moan against his ear. Chris uses his free hand to remove your panties and toss them to the side. His cold fingers run past your folds as he spreads your wetness. The coldness compared to your warmth made you flinch.

“Look at that, baby. Got you all wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He tsked huskily as he brings his fingers with your juices to rest on your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers and swirl your tongue around them as you taste yourself on him.

“I love you so much. Do you know that?” He asks you through gritted teeth. He takes his length and starts to stroke it. You bite your lip as you see his red tip glaring up at you. You could see the pre cum drip from his slit and onto your stomach. You take some of his pre cum and bring it down to your pussy to mix with your arousal.

“Fuck.” Chris groans as he sees your fingers scissor your folds making you writhe underneath him. Your head felt like it was in a haze as you stroked yourself while Chris sucked and toyed with you nipples. Chris began to move south but you stop him.

“Baby, as much as I would like to have you eat me out, I really need to get a head start on cooking.” You painfully tell him. You really wanted him down there but it was nearing the afternoon and you wanted to make sure the food was perfect for his family. Chris sighs knowing you’re right.

“Alright, alright. But my head’s going to be down there all day tomorrow. Wanna see you cum all over my face and drip down the sheets. You’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks.” He declares before lining himself up with your entrance. You lazily smile at him as you peck his lips.

Perfect, perfect

You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)

But I get tired of runnin', fuck it

Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)

“I love you, Chris.”

“I love you too, (y/n).” He says before plunging himself into you. His length stretches you out, the burn of pain and pleasure made your back arch.

You’ve had sex with Chris many times, but the feeling of him entering you and stretching you out would never get old. You loved how your walls just molded around him and how he perfectly filled you up to the brim.

He begins to move out before plunging back into you. When Chris noticed that you’ve gotten comfortable with his length his thrusts began to speed up. You moved your knees to rest against your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. His rough thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned Chris’ name out loud.

“Hey, hey, no. Look at me.” He tilts your face at him so your eyes are connected. He rests his forehead against yours as his hands rest on your legs for leverage.

When he feels your walls tighten around him he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs tight circles and figure eights on it. You let out a high pitch moan as the tightness in your belly gets tighter.

“C—Chris I’m gonna cum.” You say through labored breathing.

“Yeah, I know. Come on, cum, I’m right behind you.” He tells you as he thrusts into you a few more times. Your orgasm takes over your body as you arch against Chris. He emptied himself into you, riding out his high.

The two of you laid beside each other on the bed as you caught your breath. You turned your head to look at Chris, to find him already looking at you.

“So, uh steak sounds really good for tonight.” He says making the two of you burst out in laughter.

This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)

But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)

'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too (And I'm down too)

Yeah, I'm down too

The dinner went by like a breeze. You took Chris’ advice and cooked some steak and pasta. You made sure to throw in some fries and chicken nuggets for the kids.

You were now in the living room, sitting with his mom and sisters as they told you old stories about Chris’ childhood.

“I swear that boy kept me on my toes. He was a good kid but always up to something. Poor Scott had to always cover for him.” Lisa mused as she shook her head.

“Yeah poor Scott!” You all heard Scott yell from the kitchen. You all laughed as the two brothers entered the room, a bottle of wine in Chris’ hand as Scott held multiple glasses.

“They haven’t been embarrassing me too much, right?” Chris asked you as he helped you off the couch to sit in your spot. He guided you to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arm around your torso.

“No, besides the fact that you’re a troublemaker and slept with diapers till you were like five.” You teased him.

“Oh come ‘ahn, ma!” He groaned throwing his head back. Lisa put her hands up as she pointed at his sister, “It was Carly!”

They began to talk about how the kids were growing up and caught up with each other’s daily lives. You sat against Chris’ chest as you listened to them.

“You alright?” Chris whispered into your ear as he noticed you get quiet.

“Yeah, are you alright?” You asked turning to face him.

“I’m perfect. Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.” He tells you quietly so only you can hear. A small smile is on his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

“Anytime, hun.” You kiss his forehead and tune back into Carly talking about one of her student interactions at work. You felt Chris relax against you as he leaned back onto the couch.

This was why you did the things you did for him. To see him visibly relax around his family and let him feel like he was home. You loved the way his eyes lit up when his niece or nephews would tell him about something new they learned. Or how happy he gets when Scott tells him about some new adventure he and his boyfriend went on. You adored his happiness and you’d do anything in the world to see him like this everyday.

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Alpha Beta Charlie- A Frankie Morales Story

Summary: Frankie is a lonely man with a big heart. His life changes when a new girl comes into his life.

W/C: 4.1k

Warnings: This one is a little heavy. Lots of language, talk of poor mental health (Frankie has depression and anxiety), Frankie’s recovering from a coke addiction, alcohol is prevalent here, harm to animals, lots of talk of blood and injuries.

A/N: This story is different than I normally write. There’s no reader in the story, this is just a story about Frankie Morales and a moment in his life. Please note that this is darker as it centers around an injured animal. Be warned of that. P.S. some of my friends might see ur names in here :) thank u to all of my friends who helped me pick Charlie’s name, and to @ilikechocolatemilkh who helped me create this whole story!

Frankie Morales is a kindhearted man. Anyone who meets him knows it instantly. He’s got a wonderful laugh that’s warm and inviting, and it’s often on display to anyone who chats with him for more than a few seconds. He’s caring, it’s clear, with big brown eyes that radiate compassion.

His friends would describe him more as an idiot. Frankie, who they call Catfish from their days in the military, insists that they’re the idiots. He’s the voice of reason in their group, making the rational decisions and de-escalating fights within their group.

That’s not to say Frankie is entirely sunshine and rainbows. He’s now several months sober from a long and grueling addiction to cocaine. It ruined him: it took away his pilot’s license, his everything in life. Flying helicopters was Frankie’s passion, but he’s recovering. He’s on the right track.

He had a girlfriend, who became his fiancée, and left him not long after he returned home from a dangerous mission in South America. It didn’t matter anyway; her child, who Frankie had dedicated all of his heart to before the birth, was revealed to be another man’s. As much as she resented him for taking the mission, he resented her for cheating and lying and holding the information back.

So now Frankie lives on his own. He resides out in a more rural town, not far from where Benny has his weekly fights and Will (also known as Ironhead) works with young military recruits. It’s been a couple of months, and it’s hard to be alone. Santiago pops into town once or twice a month, and it’s always the highlight of Frankie’s very being. His best friend brings light and laughter into his life. When he leaves again, Frankie’s small home feels massive and quiet.

He plays lots of CDs. He has bluetooth speakers all around the home and blasts his favorite songs. He’s learned how to cook and clean and has even learned how to bake a decent, basic version of a nice loaf of bread. He works as a mechanic at a shop in his small town’s center, working the odd hours that no one else wants, the hours where others want to be home with their families.

He’d considered different options to make the house more home-like, more welcoming. He tried his hand at gardening, only to find that he had the opposite of a green thumb. He painted the walls a warmer color, then painted them again. He was currently considering changing the colors for the third time. He’d burn candles that he thought smelled nice. He’d hung up a few photos of him and his friends, or his family. Nothing really worked.

A typical night for Frankie held one of two patterns:

-Night A: Frankie gets home from the shop at about 7:30, hands covered in grease and smelling of burnt motor oil. He gets in the shower and cleans up, then either ends up at Benny’s arena to cheer him on, or at the bar with both Miller brothers.

-Night B: Frankie gets home at the same time. He showers to clean himself, simply because he hates leaving smudges over his home. He cooks a nice dinner or orders takeout. He eats it on the couch and watches a new Netflix series. He gets sad and feels alone and drinks a beer, then a few more, to drown the sensation. He goes to bed early and calls into the shop to see if any of the morning shift workers want to go home early, because he can come in an hour or two before his shift. He claims it’s for the overtime pay. It’s really to avoid the loneliness.

Frankie likes patterns. He likes routine. It’s soothing. Maybe it’s a remnant of his military days, where not a second would pass without having a title affixed to the very second he was living in. Predictability made the hurt easier.

Tonight was an A Night. Frankie and the Miller brothers sat at the bar of McCreary’s and talked about everything and nothing at once. Will talked about the new girl he was seeing. Benny made lewd comments. Frankie smacked his arm and ordered another round for the other two, then nursed one beer for the entire night.

Winters were the worst for Catfish. He lived in the South, where snow was uncommon, but the dreary February weather stole whatever energy he could muster up and sent it up to join the gray masses that hung in the sky, yet never shed their raindrops. It gets dark early, another thing Frankie hates. It reminds him of the look on Tom’s face when he died. Of the way his bachelor home never made sounds unless he created them. Of the way the craving for one more hit of that devious white powder felt, the way it scrambled his brain until he thought it was the only thing that could take it away.

This A Night, which also happened to be an especially chilly Tuesday, Frankie drove home from the bar at 12:21. The backroads that lead from the suburbs out to the rolling hills are dark, with a rare streetlight or two illuminating a fork in the road that led to a house. The radio droned on, some old Waylon Jennings song that was threatening to send Frankie into a fit of rage and smash a fist into his dashboard. He turned off the radio instead.

Another car drove the opposite way, far in the distance. He could see the lights approaching, then dim slightly. Frankie turned off his brights, instead allowing the road to be illuminated just by his front headlights. He turns up the heat in his truck as a shiver runs down his spine.

Something is running across the road. Frankie can see it now. It’s far from him, but visible in the other car’s light. He slams on his brakes, his body jerking forward.

The other car doesn’t slow.

He slams his horn several times, for whatever is in the road and the other driver.

The thing doesn’t move.

The car doesn’t slow.

The car and the creature- oh fuck, it’s an animal- collide.

Everything that happens next is too quick. The car stops for a moment. Frankie whips the truck into park and turns on his hazards.

The other car stops for a moment. Frankie can just make out a silhouette inside. He gets out of his truck, eyes wide and frantic. He runs to the animal’s side.

The car drives off.

Dust swirls across the road as the car’s tail lights fade into the distance. Leaving just Frankie and his truck and the mangled mess of fur and blood.

“Fucker!” Frankie screams after the car. “You fuckin’ bastard! You didn’t even check, you motherfucker!”

He gets closer and realizes it’s a dog. Its fur is white and brown and so painstakingly red with its own blood, and it whimpers and cries and Frankie realizes the poor fucking thing is still alive. Whether it’s his caretaking or his military instincts that kick in, Frankie isn’t sure, but before he knows it he’s ripping off his jacket and picking up the poor poor baby, oh you little angel, he coos to it, wrapping it in the denim and setting it in his passenger seat.

It’s still whimpering and crying, and Frankie gets in the driver’s seat and grabs his phone. “Nearest 24-hour pet hospital,” he shouts into it, hands shaking. He doesn’t realize either reaction is happening. It gets the words wrong. “No, fuck,” he groans, shifting the truck into drive and whipping a U-turn. He types in the words as he starts to speed back in the direction of the town. He knows he shouldn’t text and drive and normally he doesn’t, but he’s a fucking former military helicopter pilot, he rationalizes with himself, he can handle this. He finds the directions and types them in and tears start dripping from his eyes.

“Hang in there, buddy, hey,” he says and rubs the poor dog’s big ears as they drive. “It’s gonna be 30 minutes. Think you can hang on for me?” he asks it, not expecting a response. He wants to check the dog’s sex but now is certainly not the time, not while he’s doing 85 in a 60 zone and the dog’s blood is seeping into his denim jacket and his passenger seat.

The tears are flowing freely from his eyes now, his heart breaking. He can feel the animal’s shallow breaths as he drives, and he sobs to himself. “Hang on, buddy. It’s gonna be okay, I gotcha. I’m Frankie,” he introduces himself to the dog, “and I’m gonna take real good care of you. You’re gonna be alright and we’re gonna get you fixed up and back to your owners.”

The drive takes 24 minutes when Frankie is flying down the backroads. Fuck if a cop sees him. Fuck blowing a tire. That can be cared for later, when there’s not a dying creature next to him. A steady murmur of ‘it’s okay’ spills from Frankie’s lips. He’s not sure if he’s saying it to the dog or himself. One hand firmly grips the steering wheel and the other never leaves the animal’s body. He comforts the poor creature, murmuring more reassurances the closer they get.

“Please hang in there for me, cariño,” Frankie whimpers, chewing his bleeding lip. “I gotcha. It’s all gonna be alright, bud.”

When he sees the hospital, he drives a little faster. He pulls into the emergency room area and parks in front of the door, turning on his hazards and running inside. There are a few veterinary nurses inside and they greet him, but their looks turn to fear when they see the denim-wrapped animal. “Please, please, Idon’tknowthisisn’tmydogitwasahitandrunandIpickeditup-”

“It’s alright, sir, come with us. Please breathe and tell us again,” a kind woman tells him with a hand on his arm, rushing him and the dog back. Frankie calms down after a moment and explains what happened. “It’s not my dog, I don’t know whose dog this is, you gotta check it for a chip-” he rambles.

“It’s alright, sir,” the nurse tells him kindly and takes the dog from his arms. Frankie clutches after it and a new woman pushes his arms down. “We’re going to take it back and operate on it. Would you please wait here for us? We’ll come give you updates as we get them,” she tells him, gesturing to the waiting room. He nods. “And is this your dog’s first time here?” She asks.

The tears come back, choking his throat as water falls steadily from his eyes. “It’s not even my fuckin’ dog, man,” he whimpers, worrying his lip between his teeth again.

The woman is still kind. “I see. Please, sit, Mr….”

“Morales,” he manages out.

She nods. “Mr. Morales. I understand you’re worried. Please just wait in here for us and we’ll bring you information when we have it.” He nods softly, grabbing a tissue from the front desk. He wipes his eyes and nose. “My truck is parked right outside, it’s in the way, I’ll go park it somewhere else,” he tells her.

“That’s perfectly fine, sir. You can even leave and come back if you’d like.” He shakes his head. “I’ll be right back,” he tells her and walk-jogs outside, getting in his car and bringing it around to park.

Frankie enters the emergency room again and sits in a chair. He worries and worries for hours, texting his group chat with the Millers and Santiago. He gives them a play-by-play, but only Santiago responds. He sits awake for another hour, nervously wringing his ball cap.

The dog must be alive, or at least be able to save, he rationalizes with himself. After a while, the worry fades and he falls asleep. Two hours later, no other patients around to disrupt him, he’s woken by the nurse who took the dog back. “Mr. Morales?” She calls out gently.

He jumps awake. “Yeah, yeah, that’s me.” He sits up from his slumped state, readjusting the cap from where it had been resting over his eyes.

The nurse smiles softly at him and sits in a chair across the waiting room from him. “The dog is safe now. We had to amputate her front left leg, and she had a lot of stitches, but she’s stable and looks like she’ll do well.” He lets out a sigh and her smile becomes more genuine. “You told us she isn’t yours?”

She. The dog is a girl. Of course she is, Frankie smiles a little. The smile falls as he remembers the fact again. “No, no. It was a hit and run. I saw it happen, the other guy took off, it wasn’t me who hit her, I’m-”

“Mr. Morales.”

“Right. No, she’s not mine.”

The nurse nods and writes that down. “Well, we scanned her several times. She has no chip, no identifiers at all. Our options now are to send her to some rescue or kennel of some sort, or you can take her home with you.”

His heart breaks at the image of the sweet dog in the front seat of his car going somewhere without daily love and affection. “She’ll come with me,” he answers before he can rationally think about it.

“Wonderful,” she nods, marking that down as well. “She’s looped up now on some drugs. We’ll let her sleep them off for a bit and then she’s all yours. We do have some procedures we’ll need you to follow, for caring for the wound and such. But after that, it should be all good. You’re free to head out now. We can call you when she wakes up.”

Frankie nods. “Yeah. Yeah, that would be great.” He looks down at his watch and notices how early in the morning it is. “Thanks,” he tells her with a genuine smile, taking off his cap and running his hands through his hair before replacing it.

- From that moment on, Frankie was enamored with the dog. He called in from work when the shop opened bright and early at 6:00 A.M.

“Hey Carol. It’s Morales.”

“You can stop asking if you can come in early, Frank. Just do it,” the woman chuckles on the other line. A loud slurp is audible- it’s the coffee she’s always drinking, the dark sludgy shit that she brews in the break room that Frankie can’t stand but she absolutely adores.

“No, uh. Actually, I was calling in to see if someone else could cover for me today.” He explains the whole story to her, wringing his cap between his hands. “So. I was kind of hoping I could take the day to look for the dog’s owners and care for her.”

There’s a beat of silence over the phone. “Of course, Frankie,” the older woman says kindly. “You got a real big heart, kid. Real big. That’s awful kind.”

He smiles a little. “Just doing what I can. Thanks, Carol.”

“Keep me posted, Catfish.” The woman hangs up.

Frankie’s in more comfortable clothes now. He didn’t sleep at all once he got home, waiting for the hospital’s call. He distracts himself, cooking a breakfast he only picks at, watching his new series halfheartedly on the couch.

The animal hospital calls him again at 7:30. He gets off the couch immediately and into the truck. There’s a bit of blood on the passenger seat, from where the dog wasn’t immediately covered by his jacket. It’s not a worry, though, he thinks to himself. He’ll get some stain remover and maybe a new and nicer jacket.

When he arrives, they usher him back to a check-up room. The dog is lying down but she wags her tail at Frankie, looking up at him with big brown eyes that could rival his own. “Hey, sweet thing,” he calls softly, and the dog stands and walks over to him. It’s pained, that much is clear, but she’s already adjusting to walking with one less limb. She rests her head on Frankie’s lap and he scratches her ears gently.

Some paperwork is filled out and Frankie leads the dog out to his truck with the leash and collar the hospital provided. He lifts her into the passenger seat and she snuggles in. The scent is familiar to her.

Frankie drives her to a pet store nearby, smiling over at her. She looks at ease with him, relaxed and trusting. Of course she is. This is the man who saved her.

He helps her down once they arrive and leads her inside. Her walking is pained, he can tell. “Aw, honey,” he frowns. There are carts right inside; Frankie sees the immediate solution. He scoops her up and sets her in a cart. Her tongue hangs out happily as they go through the store. “We’re gonna get you all kinds of fun stuff, huh?” He asks, scratching her head.

Frankie spares no expense for the dog. As they cross through the store, the cart fills: bags of food and treats, a new leash, and a pink collar decorated with donuts “because you’re such a sweetie, right cutie?”, doggie bags, and food and water dishes. Finally they reach the toy aisle. “Do you wanna pick your own toy?”

He picks her up and sets her down on the ground, unclipping her leash to allow her to explore the toy aisle. She meanders, sniffing toys here and there, even considering one big bone. A few moments later, she comes tottering back to the cart with a toy in her mouth. It’s a big plush hedgehog. Frankie grins. “Aw, that’s a good one! Good choice, cutie.” He kisses her head as he puts her back in the cart.

They check out and drive home, and Frankie allows her to wander inside. “Welcome home. At least for now. I suppose I should put an ad out for you online.”

The dog doesn’t respond, just wanders around the house, sniffing the furniture warily and looking back at Frankie. Asking if he’s coming. He smiles and leads her to the couch, sitting down on it. “I know they say you shouldn’t let dogs on the furniture, but I think you and I can share.” She jumps up and Frankie praises her, giving her a smooch and earning a big lick in return. “Oh, pretty girl, I think you’ll like it here,” he coos to her. She snuggles into his side with a sigh and Frankie sighs too.

Over the next few days, he posts ads for her, but no one responds. He reaches out to people from the area he was driving in, but no one responds. After Day 4 of searching, there’s no response and he allows himself to sigh in relief. “You’re mine now, baby girl,” he coos to the dog, who’s happily panting and grinning.

During the first week, Frankie tries out different names for her. None of them seem to stick. He wonders if she ever even had a name before. Ada, Lucille, Thea, Sunny, Miki, Zulu, Fox, Pancake. None of them work right for her personality.

It’s not until late one night when Frankie’s coke cravings decide upon a name for her.

It’s 2:24 in the morning and Frankie is quaking like a leaf. The dog is cuddled up into his side on the bed. Wherever he goes around the house, she follows. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s drawing blood. Normally when he’s this anxious, when he yearns to call his dealer, he rides it out by balling his fists so tight his knuckles turn white. But his dog seems to notice.

She rests her chin on his hip, wagging her tail against the mattress with a steady thump. She whines quietly. She knows.

Frankie’s at least momentarily distracted. “Hey, beautiful, what’s wrong?” He asks her, scratching his head and rolling over to pet her. He’s still desperate but the focus shifts from the sensation of one last hit to the feeling of her soft fur beneath his fingers. She sighs happily and snuggles into Frankie’s side, and he starts to cry.

No one has ever needed him. Not his plants: they’re succulents. He deals with them once every other week. Not his former fiancée. She didn’t need him, just liked him for his money and his dick late at night. Not his friends. They had other friends to go to. No, this dog needs him, and it makes his heart feel like it’s going to burst.

Sitting up, Frankie turns on the television. He hits a random button to choose a channel, and Princess and the Frog comes on. He chuckles a little. “How about Tiana?” He asks his dog and scratches her ears. She doesn’t react.

It’s near the beginning of the movie. The relaxing music soothes him as the movie starts. The dog lies with her head on his thigh, happily receiving scratchies from her new father. Her head perks up when she hears a shrill noise from the television: Tiana’s best friend in her puffy pink dress.

“It’s okay, it’s okay baby. It’s just Charlotte.”

Charlotte. Her ears perk up and she looks at him. “Charlotte?” He asks again, and she looks at him in confusion. “Do you like that one? How about Lottie?” No response. “Or Charlie?”

The dog pounces on him with her one front paw and licks his face. Frankie laughs happily scratching her sides. “Is that your name, pretty girl? Is your name Charlie?”

The answer, it seems, is yes.

It’s funny, Frankie thinks. Charlie is the third letter of the military alphabet, after Alpha and Beta.

Before Delta.

She would be, he realizes. She’s more important to him than his Delta Squadron guys. More important to him than the terrible things he did in the military. She comes before Delta.

And that’s how Charlie got her name.

The guys finally came over to Frankie’s house on Night 9 of owning Charlie.

All of the men are dog lovers, and Charlie takes to Benny quickly. He gives her her favorite kind of scratches: one hand behind the ear, one hand on the tummy. “Yeah, that’s a good tripod,” he teases her as he snuggles her.

“Hey man, cut it out,” Frankie frowns and smacks his arm. “She’s insecure about it! Be nice.”

Santiago laughs. “Hey, you know what, Fish? This isn’t what I meant when I said that you should get a girl, but I’ll take it. Especially when she’s such a sweetie- oh hi, beautiful,” he coos as Charlie hops his way and licks his face.

Frankie shakes his head. “Isn’t she a cutie?” He laughs happily as he watches his dog. “I tried posting ads for her, but no one answered. She’s such a sweetheart, potty trained and everything. I can’t believe I got so lucky.”

Benny grins. “And all because we asked you to get a beer and you caved and said yes.”

“What the hell do you mean caved, Ben? I get beers with you two fuckers three times a week,” he laughs and shakes his head.

He’s been home alone with her all week, but he hasn’t felt as anxious as he normally does. Her companionship is all he needs, the way she snuggles up tight against him, the way her meal schedule motivates him to eat more. He has a purpose now.

After the initial excitement, Charlie finds her place sitting at her dad’s feet, panting happily and looking around the room. “She fits in well,” Will nods and leans over as he scratches her head. “She’s the newest member of our group, I suppose.”

“She’s much less work than Fish. Maybe we replace him with her,” Santiago teases and Frankie flips him off, chuckling softly.

This was a pattern that came to be known as the newly named C Night in Frankie’s head. These are the nights where they order a pizza or takeout and hang out in Frankie’s living room with Charlie. She’s the entertainer of the group, giving the men each some individual snuggles and wandering around the room. She’s funny, flopping onto her back at a human’s feet so that she can get tummy rubs, spending an absurd amount of time sniffing one specific spot on one man’s jeans. They all adore her.

Life improves for Frankie when he has Charlie. He works shorter hours, spends time brushing her fur. He sleeps at better hours and cares for himself better as a result of caring for her.

He takes her on a jog every morning. At first, he was nervous to do it. It’s been a long time since he’s been able to pass those Special Ops fitness tests. The thing that encourages him most is that Charlie is just the same speed as him. She runs along happily on three legs at the perfect pace for Frankie to match.

Frankie lovingly refers to her as his copilot. She loves riding in the passenger seat of his truck, letting the wind from the open windows run through her fur. She gets excited when she hears the word truck and demands that Frankie snuggle her when they’re on a long drive. She even fell asleep on his lap once, with her face resting in the curve of the steering wheel.

Charlie is Frankie’s baby, and Frankie is her favorite human. The two of them are each other’s soulmates, Frankie thinks. His baby girl, his fluffy baby, his cuddlebug. His girl. His one true love is his dog, his Charlie.

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adezahnae · 3 years

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While Mommy’s on a Little Trip (Part 2.5)

A/N: Someone requested for when they first messed around so I’ll just tie this in with series☺️✨

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 2.5 | Part 3 | Part 4

Warnings: Smut, cheating, secrets, masturbation, spanking, nsfw, creampie, stepdaughter!reader, dilf!stepdad!mathteacher!jaehyun

Tagged ppl: @softieekayy @seungmoomin @keeach @seoyutayong @whoreforshuaaa @mrg-jjh

“Are you ready yet, Y/n?” My mom called. “Just a second!” I yelled back. I finished putting on my lipstick and grabbed my bag. I walked down the hall and met my mom. “There you go. We can’t keep him waiting!” She said grabbing my hand and walking out the door. My mom met my math teacher from a school conference they hit it off, got engaged and now here we are, getting ready to go to his house for a night. I already thought he was attractive. He’s so smart and kind..and sexy...but I never knew such a man I fantasize over would become my Stepdad.

Once we reached the car, we got in and drove to his house. After 30 minutes, we finally reached it. This house was huge...and I mean HUGE! We made our way out of the car and walked to the door. “Mom what’s this man like? Like outside of school?” I asked. “You’re gonna find out yourself!” She smiled. I giggled at her and waited for the door to open.

Once it did, there he was..Mr. Jung. “Hi sweetie!” My mom smiled. He smiled back. “Hey, darling.” He replied. They kissed and he turns to me. “Y/n, my A+ student!” He said. He gave me a hug. His hands traveled to my lower back slightly. I gulped a little and pulled away. “You both come in. I just ordered pizza for all of us.” He said. We walked inside the house. I was in more awe than I was when I was outside of the house. For a teacher, he makes a lot for money. Well our school pays well, I heard.

“Mom, Mr. Jung, I’m gonna to go and freshen up a little! I’ll be back.” They nodded and continued the conversation they were having. I went upstairs and I sat my things in the guest room. I went into the bathroom and started a shower. The warm water made my body relax. I mean, who wouldn’t be so tense when you’re in your teacher/crush’s house? He’s just...different.

From all the guys my mom has been with, he’s the best. I feel bad for liking him, this is my mom’s fiancé! Her sexy, smart, beautiful, attractive fiancé. My hand made its way to my leaking heat. I gasped, giving my bud slow and soft rubs. I picked up my pace while slipping in my finger. “Mr.Jung...” I whisper moaned. I added another finger and threw my head back.

I heard footsteps of the hallway, making me stop my actions. I gathered my thoughts and finished washing my body. After I finished, I got dressed and left my guest room. I walked downstairs, looking for my mom. I walked into the living room, seeing Mr. Jung sitting on the couch, on his phone.

“Where did my mom go?” I asked. “She went to go to the store and get some things. She’ll be back soon.” He smiled. “Oh okay..” I said about to walk off. “Hey Y/n.” He called. “Yes?” I replied. “Come here, I want to talk to you about something.” He said putting his phone down. I made my way back to the couch and sat down. “I want you to be so honest when I ask this.” He said. I nod. “Do you think of me?” He asked.

My brain stopped working. “W-What?” I laughed. “N-No sir, why would you-“ “Don’t lie to me. I heard you.” He said. Heard me? Heard me doing what?! “Doing what, sir?” I asked. “In the shower just now. You said my name.” He said. I officially broken down on the inside. How did he hear me?! I was in the room, in the shower! “I...I-I....I’m sorry...” I mumbled putting my head down. “I feel really bad now and I think that...I’ll keep my distance away from you.” I said.

I was about to leave until he took me by the hand. “What if I told you..I liked it?” He said. I looked at him with disbelief. “N-No..that has to put you in an uncomfortable position, I-“ “Y/n I want you.” He admits. “What?” I asked. He leaned in closer to me. “I said, I want you..” He repeated. He was so close that I thought he could hear my heart beating. My breathing quickened. “Do you want me?” He asked. I looked in his eyes and hesitatingly nodded.

He planted kisses on my neck. “Tell me you want me..” He whispered in my ear. “I-I want you..” I whispered back. “Louder.” He ordered. “I want you.” I said louder. He smirked and continued to kiss my neck. He spread apart my legs and moved my shorts and panties out the way. He rubbed his fingers over me. I gasped. He touching me..he’s really touching me...

He slid in his fingers, starting a steady pace. “How old are you?” He asked me. “1-18...” I answered. He lightly laughed. “Perfect...” He whispered. He picked me up and sat me on his lap. I kissed him on the lips, making him kiss me back. I slid off my shorts, revealing my white-laced thong. He ran his fingers over it and snapped it against my skin, making me moan. “You like that?” He asked. I nodded my head. His hand smacked me on my butt. I gasped and moan some more.

“I can’t hear that.” He said in low voice. “Yes..I love it.” I replied. “Yes what?” He asked with another smack to my butt. “Yes Daddy..” I whispered. He smirked some more. “Such a quick learner...” He said. “Take these off.” He ordered. “Yes Daddy..”

“Yesss Daddy!! I feel so good!!” I moan. “Good. Daddy’s gonna make you feel good all the time..” He said in my ear, kissing my neck. I scratched my fingers down his back, making red lines. He took my hands and pushed them above my head. I threw my head back, feeling the rush of my high approaching. “You’re close aren’t you, Princess?” He asked. I nodded my head. He pulled out and turned me over to my hands and knees. He re-entered himself in with more force. I grip the arm of the chair.

I felt his member twitch inside of me. He was getting close as well. He growled and smacked my butt. “Are you gonna cum?” He asked. “Uh-huh!” I replied. “You wanna cum with Daddy? Are you on birth control? ” He whispered in my ear. “Yeah!” I moaned. “Good. Now cum.” He ordered. I screamed out and came all over him, making him release after me. He moaned and growled.

After we came down from our highs, he pulled me up and carried me back to my guest room. He cleaned our essence from my legs and kissed my forehead. “Are you okay?” He asked me, going back to that soft and sweet man before-hand. I smiled and nodded. “I-I wasn’t too rough was I?” He asked me. I shook my head sat to give him a loving kiss. He returned it back.

He pulled me closer, deepening the kiss. He then pulls alway. “I really like you, Y/n. More than just a little fuck on the side. I have feelings, feelings for you..” He said. “Then..why are you marrying my mother? Oh my god..My mom! She might-“ He cut me off by putting a finger to my lips. “Shhh...I know your mom. And trust me when I say, she will be fine..” He said. I cocked my head to the side. “What?” I asked. He chuckled. “You’ll understand soon...now can I finish cleaning you up?” He asked me.

I nodded and let him fix me up. He gave me his hoodie and some sweatpants for me to wear. I returned back downstairs to the couch and it looked as if we didn’t just have a fuck-fest on it. And his clothes looked like they weren’t even touched. He would be one good criminal..I sat beside him and he pulled me closer to him.

“How do you feel?” He asked me. I smiled. “Great...” I said. He hummed and cut on a movie for us to watch. “Daddy?” I asked. “Hm?” He replied. “C-Could we...continue this?” I asked him, afraid of his answer. “Of course. I wanted to anyways..” He admitted. I breathed out. “This only between you and me. No one else must know. Promise me that Princess..” He said sternly. I nod and smiled. “I promise..” He smiled and kissed me. I kissed back then paid attention to the movie...

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 2 years

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Always feels like Summer

AN. - I really want to take this slow. When / If giving feedback please note that i wrote this to deal with my problems in my life. This writing doesn't made with the purpose of entertaining, i just simply post it on here. However i welcome any HUMANLY told feedback. If you do not like it, or you couldn't say what you want to say without being hurtful, then please just scroll past this. Nor me, nor you would benefit from attacking anyone. I do not consider myself as a snowflake, but words have weight, and i will not tolerate attacking my integrity or anything just for the sake of it. Just so you can hurt somebody.

Thank you for coming to my ted talk.

Pairing: none yet but we'll see

Warnings: cheating, family issues, drinking, language

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Summary: You are starting it over, from zero. New city, new apartment, new neighbours. You moved across the ocean just to get away, to be able to get a real clean start. Will your past let you leave though?

If someone would've said to me 3 months ago that i will move to America all alone, just leave everything behind and rent a small apartment all to my own, i would've died from laughing. I had the (for the outside looker) picture perfect life. Big villa, handsome fiancé, financially all sorted since i had my own business, while he was a hotel mogul. Perfect life, perfectly planted all over social media, until that one night. That one faithful night when i decided to surprise him on our 3rd anniversary. With a bottle of champagne i opened the door to his office, thinking his secretary is already on her way home, all finished for the day.. Well turns out she really likes to put in "the extra mile" when it comes to her work. The bottle fell from my hand, alerting them of my presence. I should've been screaming, tearing her and him apart, but somehow i didn't want to do any of that. I took off the massive diamond ring with a straight, emotionless face, walked to his desk where i placed it, turning our engagement photo face down, then left. I have memories of him talking to me, begging, then shouting, but it is all just white noise. I dodged a bullet there.

Truth be told i don't think anything ever hurt like that night before or did it actually hurt at all?.. I couldn't cry. After all i know that i will never be enough, i knew that i'll never be pretty or smart or succesful enough. I am not someone that is loveable. No matter the little acts of love, no matter the sacrifices, I will never be enough. Not just for him, i know my family would still take his side as well. Telling me things like let the man have his fun... he might not be faithful in bed, but you're the one he'll marry. Yeah right, i scoffed while driving to the airport.

I am a well-known webdesigner, i even published books on the subject, held classes in colleges, gave interviews encouraging women to build their own career.. I am sure i'll manage elsewhere. I bought a one way ticket to the first plane to Boston. I had 2 hours until my flight, so i spent that with getting a small apartment in a seemingly quiet area... I honestly never thought i'll ever move out of Sweden. I left everything behind, literally only having my purse and my laptop, and the neccessities.

Finally it was time to board the plane.. Great i will now be smashed to the window the whole flight since i happened to get the only ticket left...next to this huge hunk of a man. I have to admit at any other time i would've been glad to sit next to a handsome, bulky stranger but right now it was the least of what i wanted. I excused myself and put on the eyemask they provided.

The next thing i remember is a smooth but strong hand gently shaking me, a sweet voice telling me to wake up.

-C-Curt? - i mutter, still half asleep.

-I'll have to disappoint you ma'am but it's just me. - he said with a kind smile. - We have arrived in Boston.

I sat up straight looking out the window.

-Well i guess i was really tired. Thank you for waking me up. - I tried my best to offer him a smile, but of course i couldn't not fake it. He scratched the back of his head then got up, letting me out.

-Ma'am! Do you not have luggage? - he asked not understanding why did i start to leave the plane without any kind of suitcase.

-No, i don't - I say, then leave.

I was one of the few people who couldn't get a taxi, or at least for the next hour, so i got a coffee and sat down at a bench just outside the airport. It was rather windy, but sunny day regardless. The rays of the morning sun caressed my face in the light wind. This was the first when i really believed i could do it. I could start it all over. On my own.

Just moments later a car stopped right before me. That man again, from the plane. I looked at him questioningly and tilted my head to the side. He rolled down his window and smiled at me.

-There's a storm coming, there won't be any more taxis here for the next few hours. Where are you headed ma'am? I'm sure i'm able to take you some of the way, if not all.

I stood up, walked over to his car, bending down to the window to be able to talk to him.

-Let's just quit the ma'am thing, i'm not anywhere near that old, and i don't think a day this sunny will end in a storm, but i'll take you up on the offer.

He gave me that damn 2000 watt smile, while opening the door for me to get in.

I fasten my seatbelt, then nod at him.

-So where are you headed? - he asks.

-Hmm, let me look it up. - you said as you opened the email to search for your new address. You put it in the gps and show him. -There.. I'm heading there. It is okay if you cannot take me all the way, i don't wanna mess up your schedule. I'm sure you have places to be.- i said with a small and somehow sad smile.

He nods then gives me my phone back.

-Do you not need the navigation? - i giggle.

-No, i know the area pretty well.

-Oh, i see, is it... like... safe?

-Yes it's a nice neighbourhood. More like a little town of it's own, except it's kind of in the middle of Boston. Everybody knows everybody there. Are you visiting?

-No.. i.. i'm moving there actually.

-Oh so you're the one Sarah talked about.

-I'm guessing you live there too?! - i asked while looking out the window, taking in my new surroundings.

-Yes, i do, matter of fact that - he says as he points at my phone - that makes you my brand new neighbour.

-Such a small world... - i mutter under my nose, hope he doesn't hear it.

He somehow knows he shouldn't pry into the why's of the lack of luggage, and the reason of my move. He let's me adjust to the car, to his presence, and to the new surroundings. An hour later he stops before a nice looking apartment complex.

-This is our stop. - He says with a smile.

With a sigh i get out of the car, and look back at him, before shutting the car door.

-Thank you for taking me home, and sorry for the inconvenience. Have a nice day. - I didn't wait for his response, just shut the door, and headed for the main etrance.

It was a nice apartment. It had a little balcony and big windows. Perfect for sunny, warmer mornings, to work, or just to have coffee. It barely had furniture, i'll have to fix that rather sooner than later. But for now I'll settle for a long bath and some take away.

One hour in, and i hear the doorbell ring. Did the press already find me? Is it Sarah? I wonder while quickly putting my robe on, and twist my hair with a towel. As i open the door, i see a suddenly flustered man. The very same one who brought me here from the airport, and i realize i still don't know his name. He coughs, then hands out a bag to me, and he's holding a box of pizza in his other hand.

He has this boyish smile while trying hard to look me just in the eye.

-I...i - he stammers - I brought a few beers and a pizza over. You didn't have luggage, and this flat was empty for 4 years since Buck moved to NYC so i thought you'll need some food maybe some company...

-That is so kind of you! Please come in.. i'll be back in a second.. i'll just.. put on some... clothes first.

He sets the food on the coffeetable while looking at my hurriedly retreating back.

-Please make yourself at ho... yea no problem with that. - I tease him as he's currently getting all comfortable on the couch.

-Oh i'm.. um sorry. I used to spend an awful lot of time in this apartment, i guess it is kind of a second home at this point.

-Well, you're welcome anytime.

-Thank you... um.. Why do i not know your name yet? - He smiles at me confusedly, and i feel a giggle emerge from my throat.

-Because you never asked.. I'm (Y/n). - i say as i held out my hand.

-Steve.. - he says, and his hands linger just a second more than a simple handshake should last.

-So what brings you to this side of the city? I never heard an accent like yours before.

-Um.. i'm from Sweden. I'm kind of.. um.. starting over i guess.

-SHit.. sorry, i didn't want to make you uncomfortable.

-No it's okay.. I guess i'm just not really ready to face the reality of the past few days.

He doesn't ask about it any further. If i'm ready, i'll probably tell him about it all, but for now i'm just happy i'm not spending my first night here alone.

-So tell me about this apartment.. what should i know?

-Well it's in great condition, if you ever see flooding then thats probably the Barton kids upstairs. They like to fill not just the tub, but the whole bathroom as well.. Next to them is Sarah and Sam, siblings. Your neighbours are Nat and Wanda, then on the other side it is me. The wall are rather thin so.. um.. yea there's that... and what else... - he starts to think - oh yea, the door to he balcony is stuck, but i'll come and fix that one for ya.

I look at him with a smile, while open another beer. We spend the next few hours talking, but mainly it's him doing the talking, telling everything i need to know about my neighbours, and the community here. Soon enough it is time for him to leave cause he has work tomorrow.

The next day, i feel rather depressed, so i decide i'll go on a walk. Kind of like a tour of the surrounding area. I found a small coffee around the corner, which i really appreciate right now, since i still don't have a coffee maker at my new home.

When i open the door the scent of freshly brewed coffee hits my nostrils, and i honestly feel a bit happier from it. The chiming of the door alerts the barista who is a red haired girl with a kind face.

-Hi, how can i help you?

-Hello, i would like a cappuchino please.

-Coming right up! Please take a seat, and i'll bring it over right away.

I couldn't help but smile at how kind she is to me. Feel like starting over in a place with kind people like this barista and Steve will be easier than i thought.

-Thank you very much. -I say as she put the coffee down before me.

-You're new here. - She says with a smile, sitting down at the table.

-Is it that obvious?

She giggles - Well i know a swedish accent when i hear one..

-I should practice my english, shouldn't i? - i say laughing.

-No, i really like it. If my old neighbour would still live here he'd be head over heels for you just cause of that accent..

-Thats exactly what my new neighbour said about his friend.. Are you like... a cult?

-That depends on who is your new neighbour really.. -she says smiling at me playfully.-Are you by any chance the new tenant 2 streets down from here?

My eyes are open wide, i don't even need to answer that question, her smile grows 10 times bigger.

-I'm Wanda! Glad to meet you sweet sweet neighbour!

-(Y/n), guess it is a cult then huh? - I ask as we burst out laughing.

She has this aura around her. I know from the start that she's kind, but over my cappuchino we became somehow friends even, and she made me promise that i'll go to the bar with them on Friday. As it is their weekly "cult-meeting".

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Between getting furniture, trying to get clothes and stuff i need, and managing work alone, i find myself being kind of late from the friday cult meeting with my neighbours. Don't get me wrong, i really appreciate that they invited me out, and that they want me to be a part of the gang, but i am just so swamped. I honestly havent left the apartment in 4 days, and i only opened the door to get food, or packages and furniture delivered. Then around 8 a knock on my door startles me.

Greasy, messy bun, and sweatpants, all my glory, i open the door, only to find Wanda and another red-head on the other side.

-Why are you not ready yet? - asks Wanda cheerfully.

-Oh yea, i guess time flies, i'm rather swamped with work and stuff. Still need to get my visa sorted out too.

-I can help with that - said the red-head.

-Shit, sorry, i'm Y/N. - i said as i shook her hand

-Nat. Nice to meet you.

-So you said you can help with the visa thing? I have a fcking degree in design and i can't seem to get a simple working visa right...

Nat and Wanda looks at eachother before laughing.

-What? - I look at them confused.

-Go and take a shower, i'll rummage through your closet and we'll be good to go in no time.

-Yea, that's the other thing i forgot to mention... My closet is pretty much empty still. I moved here with just that. - I said, pointing at my laptop and handbag. I'm telling you... the pure horror on their face was the best thing i've seen all week.

-This is an emergency.

-No it's not.. i can always wear what i came in.

-No you cannot! Jesus, we're going to a bar, and we're gonna dance. - said Wanda.

-I also heard that the boys will be late cause they need to collect mister NYC from the airport.

-Wait.. Mister NYC? Do i already need to look for a new apartment?

-No, (Y/n).. He'll be living with Steve just as before...

-Before what?

-Before Dot?

-Before Who?

-Dot.. his um.. well i honestly don't know what they are at this point, but seeing as he moves back here, and with Steve i guess i'd call them exes.

-Oh nice. We'll have two sulking singles, two bisexuals, and me. - said Nat with a hint of sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes as i headed for the bathroom. I heard the door click shut, assuming they have left to find me some probably too revealing dress or something.

When i came back out i found Nat looking around the flat.

-So why on earth did you leave Sweden? That country is awesome.

-Oh yea well.. It is awesome, i just needed a change of scenery.

-Man problems?

-Bingo. - You said with a sad smile. She walked up to you to hug you.

-Men huh?! - was all she said. Just then Wanda marched trough the apartment with a pair of burgundy heels, and a little black dress. Not too revealing, except for the legs part, but it will be okay, with my leather jacket of course.

Soon enough i was entering the bar behind the girls. I felt great. The dress fit perfectly, and somehow Wanda even got my shoe size right, hair over my shoulders, in nice, loose curls. I felt like when i was in college, when I met that asshole for the first time. Confident, pretty, dressed to kill. Although I felt none of that right now, I still felt better than in the last few days.

Nat put a hand on my waist ushering me further to a box, that had 4 men in it already, one being Steve. All 4 of them were looking at me like they either saw a ghost, or the prettiest woman alive, and i honestly doubted it was the latter.

-And that's your Visa sorted honey. - Nat winked at me, earning a giggle.

Everybody introduced himself, and i decided to sit between Steve and Wanda. I felt most comfortable with them anyways. The conversations we had, all the laughs, teases, drinks felt good. I felt free, and for once in my life i felt i belong. If this is a cult, i'm sure as hell would like to be a part of it.

The girls wanted to dance, but i was just ready to go home and sleep, tomorrow i have a big day, meaning i will be building my bed, and then work all day again. Wanda pouted at me, but no can do. I am drunk enough to know i need to go home before they bring me another shot, cause then i'll lose it and either bring some random guy home, or cry all night in the toilets. And i didn't really wanted either of those.

Steve and as i know now Bucky were heading home as well, so it was convenient we walked there together, and honestly i was thankful for that, cause three shots two beer Y/N was not known for her good navigating skills.

By the time we reached my front door, i got to the state of the - i am horny - but i will cry shamelessly over my ex - stage. And i know i need to get inside the apartment fast, or this would be a short friendship with them.

We said our goodnights, and i tried to open my door. They were nearly inside their apartment when they heard me curse while sobbing a bit.

-Shit... FUCK THIS.. - i cried as i threw the keys on the floor, and sank down the door.

Bucky turned around, leaving Steve at their door.

-Hey... shh doll. Whats wrong?

-I can't get this stupid door open..

-Yea, sometimes it's stuck a bit, here let me help you.

-WHY ARE YOU ALL SO DAMN KIND TO ME?... - i cried even harder.

He bent down to gather little old drunk me in his arms when his scent hit me, and somehow calmed me instantly. I mean i am drunk, i am in this small black dress... Maybe i'll just... yea, i'll just cuddle him a little now that he decided to take me into my apartment. i thought as i laid my head on his chest, with a hand in his neck as he carried me in princess style, and i kind of pretended to be asleep. Getting the cuddles without the cringy talking. BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE.

When he notices that i am "asleep" he smiles, and goes for the bedroom, only to realize i have nothing but boxes, and a matress on the floor. He puts me on it carefully, pulling my blanket on me, then he caresses my face as he says - i know you are not sleeping doll, and I don't know who or why hurt you, but i can promise you you are safe with us.

-Please stay, - i murmured, reaching out a hand to him... gosh i am drunk.. - only until i fall asleep.

He looked to be hesitating.

-I don't ask you to fuck me Bucky, i just don't want to be alone.

That makes him chuckle. I feel i can be truly myself with them, and that means running my mouth as well.

-Yea sure doll. - he gets on the mattress nex to me, but far enough for us not to touch.

-So why did you leave this awesome apartment? - Look i was drunk okay? And i ran my mouth.. he didn't seem offended though.

-Well i.. I thought i found somebody that's worth leaving everything behind. Do you know what is the most absurd about it? I only realized i wasn't in love to begin with, when finding her with her boss in our bed ...didn't even really hurt me that much.

I shot up from the bed, looking at him laying one hand behind his head on the other side of the matress.

-Jesus i am so so sorry. I shouldn't have asked. Jesus, and i'm a fucking stranger.

-Chill Y/N it's all good, as i said it didn't hurt, i wasn't in love anymore. I guess never being enough just ruined it all huh. - he reminisinced.

-That i can agree with. - i said and now he was the one looking at me with wide eyes.

-You?

-Me.. - i showed him the subtle tan line where my ring supposed to be. - In the office.. with his secretary.

-Was he stupid or just retarded or some shit?

-No why ? - i asked him giggling.

-What the fuck is more attractive than someone with humor, someone who's intelligent and has her own fcking business that she built out of nowhere without the help of daddy or her boyfriend and has awesome personality and is even so fucking beautiful i thought i'd cry????

-Highheels, skimpy lingerie, and red lips i guess..

-Or the fact that you were just too good for him?

I shoved his shoulder lightly before laying down again.

-Dont put me on a pedestal Bucky. - was the last thing i said before falling asleep on his shoulder, holding his arm as if it was a plushie or something.

The next morning I wake up with a headache, and noise and giggles coming from the kitchen. There is something heavy on me that is surely not my blanket. I turn to look slowly as i see a sleeping man. It takes me a moment to realize that it's Bucky, whom i asked to stay. I quickly take a glance under the blanket, only to see all my clothing still on me. Good. Horny- drunk me didn't get the best of me.

I snuck out to find where the noise is coming from. Only to hear whistles and the giggles of the girls.

-Can you keep it down? My head is gonna explode.

-Suuuure, so i assume you have your visa sorted out?

-What are you even talking about Nat? - asked Wanda

- Well my dear.. Buck sure as hell didn't sleep at Steve's last night.

I mentally curse her for suggesting something that did not happen, while Wanda is looking at all of us wide eyed.

-Chill, nothing happened. Drunk old me just needed a good vent session and he happened to be at the wrong place and time.

-Good i still got a chance then. - said Sam with a toothy grin.

-Hey, i brought her home from the airport, i had dibs first. - pouted Steve

-Jesus, no dibs guys. - You laughed as Bucky emerged from your room, then it was his turn to get the whistles.

-So when will you tell us how you got in this town? - Wanda looked at me with big doe eyes.

-I'm not gonna get away with just sulking i gather.. Okay okay... fuck.. i need coffee first.

Then i proceeded to tell them how we got together, and how it ended, about how my family reacted. All of it.

-How are you not crying now? This broke my heart and i known you for a week. - Asked Wanda whispering to me next to the coffeemachine Steve lent me, while looking over the rest of the team on the couch.

-Yea, well.. Someone told me their own story, and i realized it didn't hurt nearly as much as it should cause i was never happy there to begin with. And how could i cry when i suddenly have a cult of friends that break into my apartment while i'm in my room sleeping with a stranger..

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