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jjungkookislife · 9 months

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Sunday, Monday...

pairing: bartender!jungkook x f. reader

genre: fwb, f2l, coworkers au, smut [18+]

summary: what's that saying? don't fuck your coworker... unless he's Jeon Jungkook.

wc: 3.8k

warnings: alcohol use/mentions, mention of smoking (cigarettes), (exclusive) friends with benefits, sex at their workplace parking lot, reader calls jungkook a brat a few times, pet names (babe, baby, good girl), fingering (f. receiving), hair pulling, marking/biting, car sex, unprotected sex, spanking, a little degradation, creampie, morning sex, implied sex in public

a/n: I have been in a writing funk as of late, so i hope you enjoy this. i adore them both so much <3

date: July 29, 2023

Exhaustion lingered in your body as you pulled into the parking lot of your job, choosing the darkest corner with the burnt-out lightbulb hidden just out of view of the camera. You checked your appearance one last time as headlights nearly blinded you from the entrance of the lot.

You were early; the reason pulling up next to you as they parked next to your car. You shut yours off, taking your phone that no longer buzzed incessantly like it had just an hour before.

“Hey,” you grumbled as you climbed into the passenger seat, shutting the door harder than necessary, ignoring the wince of your coworker and your new alarm clock, apparently. What a bastard! He knew you liked your pre-work nap, and yet he texted you over and over just to make sure you’d be coming tonight. As if you’d miss a night to make slamming tips with him at your side. Besides, your pre-work fuck was becoming a routine, a little energy boost to get you through the night when your Red Bull concoctions didn’t.

“That happy to see me, huh?” Jungkook grins anyway, used to your sour mood when he bombarded your phone with texts. Some border on sexual, some not.

[Kook from work] 6:55 pm

What are you wearing?

[Kook from work] 6:58 pm

So we can match not…well, I wanna know what I’m taking off too 🥴

[Kook from work] 7:08 pm

Do you want to do body shots off each other like last week? 🤤🤤🤤

[Kook from work] 7:10 pm

Replyyyyyyyyyyyyy 🥲

[Kook from work] 7:10 pm

I’m lonely 😞

[Kook from work] 7:12 pm

Are you still sleeping?

[Kook from work] 7:21 pm

Wake upppppp

[Kook from work] 7:21 pm

WAKE UP 😭

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UP

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UPP

[Kook from work] 7:22 pm

WAKE UPPP

[Kook from work] 7:23 pm

WAKE UPPPP

[Kook from work] 7:23 pm

WAKE UPPPPP

[Kook from work] 7:24 pm

WAKE UPPPPPP

[You] 7:25 pm I’m up! I’m up! You annoying little brat

[Kook from work]

Hi 😚

Jungkook doesn’t wait for a response as you set your phone in one of the cup holders, accidentally hitting the button to light up your screen. Jungkook pouts when he sees his name hasn’t changed on your phone.

“Still just ‘Kook from work’?”

“Yup,” you sneer.

“Not even a ‘Jungkook from work who blows my back out’ or anything?” He questions with a smirk when you roll your eyes and playfully shove him.

“You’re so annoying,” you huff, leaning back in the seat to stare upwards. Jungkook's soft laughter fills the tinted SUV for a moment.

When you first started working at the nightclub, you were inexperienced and overeager. The tips were good and the clientele was mostly regulars who enjoyed not having to pay an entrance fee. Your boss, the owner, Min Yoongi, took shit from no one and took your side for every bad customer interaction. He was sweet, friendly, and loved his whiskey neat.

You got along well with the bouncers, Namjoon, Seokjin, and Jimin, who took no shit from anybody and of course one of your closest friends, Hoseok, worked most nights at your side, either behind the bar or training the new barback, Taehyung. Jungkook had joined the team a few months ago, another friend of Hoseok and Yoongi’s. He was outgoing, overeager, and learned his shit pretty quickly. You requested being put on his shifts, his nights drawing large crowds and tips your way. Hoseok drew in huge crowds as well, until the clientele realized flirting with Yoongi’s husband was a bad idea. Yoongi would raise a brow, and the customers would falter, order an extra shot to down to get over the shock of his stare, and go on their way.

Hoseok both loved and hated it. Now, he works whenever he feels like it, along with a few other bartenders that were hired part-time to fill the gaps.

“I think ‘Jungkook with the huge cock’ would also work wonders for my self-esteem,” Jungkook jokes, cackling when you reach out to shove his shoulder. After making contact, he laces his fingers with yours, pulling you closer to him.

Thoughts whirl around in your head, most of them being ‘just friends’, but you both know at this point that’s another bullshit lie. You spent so much time ignoring your feelings for him but for now, hooking up before work seems to work for the two of you. Despite all your coworkers/friends insinuating otherwise. You thought you were being secretive hiding out in the darkest spot on the lot each night before your shift, but Yoongi was well aware of what went on in the shadows.

Unfortunately for him, he’d shown up to work early one day, needing a smoke before Hoseok turned up and scolded him. He’d been trying to quit again but working long nights during Spring Break was getting to him. He’d regretted the moment he spotted Jungkook’s SUV rocking beside your car.

“You’re insufferable,” you groan when you slide closer to him. Jungkook lets his seat slide back, allowing you more room but you know you’ll end up lying on the folded back seats with the array of fluffy, fuzzy blankets and pillows set up for the occasion.

“You adore me,” he whispers in response, his hand gently caressing your cheek. Your eyes meet his, your body thrumming with excitement.

Jungkook doesn’t hesitate in kissing you, his lips soft against yours until you’re resting your hands on his shoulder. Slowly, you climb into his lap, moaning his name in between kisses as his hands grip your hips. His large hands slide under your skirt, feeling the softness of your skin. He squeezes your ass firmly, groaning when you grind down against him. He’s got on a pair of sweatpants and a loose tee, waiting to turn into a demon once he hits the locker room on the upstairs floor, restricted to patrons but available for staff to shower and change after a shift.

Normally, you’d do the same but you needed to give Jungkook easy access, forgoing your undergarments and slipping on a shirt and skirt. You’d probably share a shower, and get ready while the club opened and Jungkook entertained whilst you did your hair and makeup.

“I fucking love your ass, baby,” Jungkook groans as he squeezes once again. You giggle, kissing your way down his jaw to his neck. You're mindful of leaving marks on his beautiful skin, knowing they’d stop the tips, and that’s the last thing you want on a Sunday night. The crowd will be reduced exponentially, but his regulars always like to stop by, anyway

Your hands run over his chest, tugging his shirt from under you and slipping it over his head to discard on the passenger seat.

Jungkook's body always amazes you. You wonder if he’d let you oil him up someday and just feel every little bit of it.

“Baby?” Jungkook whines when you stop kissing him, your fingertips brushing over his pebbled brown nipples.

“Got distracted,” you answer honestly.

Jungkook chuckles, pecking you on the lips.

“Don’t you always when my shirt comes off?” He giggles and you shush him, kissing him again as your hips roll against his. You know you have very little time. The start of your shift lingers over both your heads and your alarm is set for fifteen minutes before the start of your shift to give Jungkook time to get ready before you and have someone behind the bar to keep Yoongi’s wrath at bay.

Besides, you’d been waiting for this all day; already wet and ready whenever he was.

Jungkook must note the change of urgency in your movements because his hands grip you harder, every touch is more intentional and each of your moans shoots straight to his cock. He was already at half-mast when he pulled into the parking lot and now, with your warm body on top of his, he didn’t need much to get him hard.

Your kisses were an aphrodisiac, your touch like fire. Jungkook’s head spins when you tongue the tattoo behind his ear, teeth gently nipping at his earlobe as his fingers tease between your thighs, drawn to the warmth in between.

“Please,” you beg, biting your lip as he teases you with his fingertips, cursing when he slips one finger inside you.

“Jungkook,” you whine, head falling onto his shoulder. His breath flutters your hair as he chuckles, set on teasing you but another whine from you and a reminder of the time gets him going. He hopes tomorrow when you’re both off work, he can take his time with you but for now, he’ll settle for this.

With two fingers inside you and his thumb on your clit, he uses his free hand to tug at your shirt. Your nipples poke against the fabric and his mouth waters at the sight. He aches to wrap his lips around them and make you melt for him before he fucks you silly. Perhaps he should go easy on you, but you’re gripping his hair tightly, nearly riding his fingers and making a mess of his sweatpants.

Jungkook resists the urge to just rip your shirt down the middle. The fabric would tear so easily from a few tugs, but your wrath after would be more than he could handle. Besides, you look really cute in your shirt.

With his inaction, you take charge and remove your shirt, tossing it to join his shirt in the empty seat.

Jungkook lifts your skirt to bunch at your hips as you greedily palm at his hard cock, throbbing in his gray sweatpants.

“Give it to me,” you groan when his lips kiss down your neck, his teeth sinking into the skin to get you to curse and moan his name. You’re lost in your lust, grinding against him and tugging at his pants until his cock slaps against his abs. He smirks at your eagerness, stroking himself as you beg him to fuck you. He listens to your whines and begs, knowing you’ll take action into your own hands and just sink yourself on him.

Just as expected, you take his cock in your hands, wishing you could suck him off, but time is ticking and you’re sure Yoongi had pulled in while you were taking your top off. It was only a matter of time before he came over to interrupt or your alarm went off. Either way, you had to get going.

“I hate rushing,” Jungkook huffs as you line his cock against your entrance, teasing him by rubbing the head against your wet cunt. Jungkook's head falls back into the seat, body nearly arching off completely when you do it again and again until you’re cursing and biting your lip as his dick slides inside you.

“Fuck!” You exclaim, pressing your lips to his to silence yourself as you take all of him. The stretch is delicious but still gives you pause. “So big.”

Jungkook feels pride in his chest, hiding the blush on his cheeks by kissing your neck and shoulder. His hands cup your breasts, fingers rolling your nipples as you set a slow pace. He wishes he had taken your skirt off but it’s cramped enough in the front seat and you feel so fucking good wrapped around him to even think about repositioning you.

With the slow roll of your hips, Jungkook curses. He takes your tit in his mouth to hide his face and how much you're affecting him. He’s gentle when he circles his tongue around your nipple but quickly tugs on it with his teeth just to get your eyes to roll to the back of your head.

“Fuck, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls as you slide easily on his cock, your moans filling the space between you as he touches every bit of you that he can. He curses when you tighten around him, his hand smacking your ass in response. You giggle, repeating your action to get another spank and a fiery kiss that curls your toes.

Soon, Jungkook grows tired of the slow pace. Mindful of your head, he lifts his hips to meet yours. You dig your nails into his skin as you hold on tight, screaming his name as the windows fog. Jungkooks pace rattles your bones, his moans mixed with yours in his eagerness to cum.

“Fuck, Kook. Babe, please,” you feel his thumb rub rigid circles on your clit as he slams into you, rocking the vehicle. He groans, kissing you as your fingers grip his hair as tight as possible. Pleasure courses through you, your orgasm building until you’re finally screaming his name into his sweaty chest, begging for more.

“Nothing but a cock hungry slut, huh? Need my cock so bad you’re willing to get fucked before work just to feel my cum sliding down your thighs all night. Hmm, perhaps you can actually keep it inside tonight like a good girl?” Jungkook spurs on.

You nod, head empty but needing to be filled and orgasm. Your body trembles, lips pressed to his own as his tongue slides past the seam of your lips, his two lip rings cold to the touch.

“Jungkook!”

“That’s it, baby. Take my cock just like that. Fuck!” Jungkook’s head lolls back, stomach clenching and you’re right behind him as your orgasm hits, thighs shaking on either side of his hips as he continues to thrust into you, cursing your name when he finally cums.

Jungkook smiles, his hands stroking your back as you slump against his chest.

“Ugh, my thighs are burning,” You complain on his chest. His chest rumbles as he laughs, his hands adjusting your skirt as he holds you. He kisses the top of your head, his breath ruffling your hair as he continues to laugh.

“I told you to join me at the gym,” he reminds you and you lift your head just enough to stick your tongue out at him.

“Fuck off,” you grumble as you cuddle him for a few more minutes before you’re peeling yourself off his sweaty chest and groaning as you try to climb back into your own seat without getting cum on the fabric.

Jungkook reaches behind him, grabs his duffel bag, and opens the side pocket. He hands you a pair of clean panties and you roll your eyes.

“Just because I left them at your place doesn’t mean you have to bring them with you,” you mutter.

Jungkook’s grin is wide as you put your underwear on and then your shirt.

“But you’re glad you’re not dripping everywhere, huh?”

“Shut up,” you huff as you hand him his shirt and he tugs his sweatpants back into place.

“Come on, we need a shower and there’s a Red Bull calling your name,” Jungkook groans as he pops his neck and grabs his duffel bag. He arranges his seat back into place and climbs out of the SUV.

You wait for him to open your door, your legs are still shaky as you go to your car to grab your belongings.

Jungkook waits for you, taking your small bag over his shoulder to join his own. Normally, he’d wrap his arm around your shoulder, allowing you to lead him to the back door, where your key unlocks the entrance to let you both in.

However, tonight he’s feeling a little bold, and he laces his fingers with yours, ignoring the heat of your stare on the side of his face. His hair is ruffled and falls over his eyes to curtain himself out of your direct sight. He’s grateful when you don’t say anything, just give his hand a squeeze in assurance.

The obnoxious chirping of birds wakes you up the next morning. You groan, covering your head with a pillow and throwing the covers over you for good measure.

However, your eyes pop open when the scent of a familiar cologne hits your nostrils. Flashes of last night slam you in the face and you groan again as you realize you’ll have to pick your car up from work later.

“Good morning,” Jungkook’s sleep-addled voice greets you. You turn to face him and groan, reaching out to cover his mouth before he can speak again. You feel his lips turn upward in a grin and you curse before pulling the pillow and covers off your face.

“What time is it?” You mumble as you palm at the nightstand to find your phone.

“6:34,” he answers you as the light from your phone makes you wince. You’d gotten home and showered a little over three hours ago. You were planning on sleeping in and going grocery shopping and now you were waking up in Jungkook’s bed again.

“Why are you up so damn early?” You huff.

“I needed a snack and heard you tossing and turning. Did you miss me?” He wiggles his eyebrows and makes you laugh.

“Not even a little bit,” you lie, but Jungkook can see the way you’re holding back a smile, so he kisses your cheek instead.

“Always so mean in the mornings,” he whispers as he wraps his arm around your waist.

“And you’re still in my bed, so,” you shrug as best as possible as you turn to press your back to his chest. Jungkook cuddles you, his head resting on your chest.

“Technically, you’re in my bed,” he grins.

“Brat,” you scoff.

“You love it,” he hums as he kisses your shoulder. You don’t say anything else as he continues to kiss his way up to your neck, resisting the urge to sink his teeth into you until you’re moaning his name.

The first moan that escapes you, has you spreading your legs.

Jungkook smirks. His fingers dance down the curve of your body. He pauses at your nipples to tease them with his featherlight touch, watching your eyes flutter shut and another moan escape your lips.

When he presses against you, he’s already hard. The only thing separating you is his boxers. You stole one of his shirts to sleep in when you got to his place, too tired to throw anything else on.

The shirt bunches at your ribs before he’s slowly lifting you to help you out of it. He watches as you tease your nipples, his hand going to stroke his cock over the cotton fabric of his boxers, before he’s kicking them off to get lost in the covers.

“Please, Kook. I want to feel you,” you whisper as he presses himself against you. He lifts your leg over his own, lining his cock up at your entrance, unsurprised to find you dripping wet already. He bites back a groan, sinking into you in one thrust. Your eyes shut and you curse, the stretch just as delicious as the night before.

Jungkook’s thrusts are slow, your hips meeting his as he mouths at your skin. Your soft moans are muffled by the pillow under your head when you turn. Jungkook frowns, making you look at him from over your shoulder.

His eyes are dark and filled with lust, the twinkle long gone and you curse when he fucks into you deeper.

“Focus on me, baby,” he demands as he grinds against you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his lips take a nipple into his mouth. You melt beneath him, gasping when he tugs at your nipple with his teeth.

“Fuck, just like that, Kook.”

Jungkook hums happily, grinning as he continues and you turn into a puddle. You ignore the way your heart skips a beat, adoration for him invading your mind.

You know this whole friends-with-benefits would backfire for you. You could never keep it casual and maybe you knew that when you agreed and maybe you were willing to put your heart on the line for him because a part of you hoped he wanted more.

Jungkook kisses you. “Stop thinking so much and take my fat cock, baby.”

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you moan when a sharp thrust makes your tits bounce and your thoughts are forgotten.

Jungkook chuckles, kissing your cheek as he fucks into you nice and slow. He laces your fingers together, moaning softly into your neck, and he can’t help but think how intimate it feels to take you like this. There’s nothing better than having you in his arms, moaning his name as he holds you tight, refusing to let you go for even a second. He knew the moment he met you, that you’d be everything to him, but somehow things got lost in translation. Jungkook doesn’t let his thoughts consume him another second, though, focusing on your pleasure and his instead.

Before long, you’re both spent. Panting, you turn on your back as he sits up to face you. He’s smiling, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he tongues his lip piercings.

“Babe?” He asks with a shy smile.

“What?” You ask as you sit up with the covers over your chest.

“Check your phone,” he says simply, nervously playing with his lip ring.

You groan and reach for your phone, deleting the notifications from the hours you were asleep or otherwise occupied.

Once all your notifications from your social media are gone, you spot Jungkook’s text. Only this time you’ve changed his name and the message has you pausing.

[Kookie 💜] 6:31 am

Will you go on a date with me?

“Jungkook,” you say his name quietly and he ignores the way his heart seems to clench.

“I’d love to!” You throw your phone onto the bed, forgotten until later when you change the sheets and the thump startles you.

Your arms drape wound his bare chest and relief washes over him. He kisses your cheek, then your forehead.

“Come on,” he says, patting the bed. “Let’s get some sleep and then we can go on our date.”

“I have no clothes here,” you remind him and he shakes his head.

“You have that pink sundress and sandals here from that one time you came over and stole my clothes,” he states with a playful roll of his eyes.

“A sundress?” You raise a brow. He nods over eagerly and you can already tell he’s got plans for you. Perhaps he’ll hike the dress over your ass in need of a quickie before your date.

Regardless, you’re very much on board for later, but for now, sleep is calling your name and so is Jungkook as you stare at his broad chest.

“My eyes are up here,” he teases, yelping when you pinch his nipple in retaliation.

“Get some sleep,” you poke his cheek, settling into bed with his arms around you and your head on his chest.

Jungkook can’t help but think, this is the best Monday I’ve ever had.

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just-dino-maggie · 1 year

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Hear me out, Boldy falling for a girl who constantly has her guard up is quiet and reserved. However, he tries and tries to get her to let her guard down which she eventually does and she's able to be herself with him and it's all very sweet

I love this request so much!! Thank you for requesting, I hope I can do it justice!

I’ve kept to myself for most of my life. I’m not shy, in fact I quite enjoy being around people. People watching is one of my favorite activities, I think I got that from my Dad. He always told me that it was better to know more about others then they know about you. Asking other people about themselves is attractive, or so I was told.

It turns out I took the advice all too literally. I have my family and my best friend I’ve known since birth and that’s it. I keep everyone else at an arms length. Even my best friend says that my stoicism would he intimidating if she didn’t know me so well. Luckily she knows me more then anyone else in this world.

My childhood was hard dealing with mental and physical ailments due to abuse. So I decided to understand it better. I went to school starting at 16 and double Majored in Kinesiology and Psychology. I wanted to truly understand the body and mind after what mine had been through.

I became a trainer for my colleges hockey team while I was getting my Master of Science in Kinesiology with a concentration in exercise psychology. After 6 years of working my ass off at the age of 22 I became the youngest ever NHL athletic trainer for the Minnesota Wild. Of course have some connections that helped me get this job but not without being qualified.

Quickly I became acquainted with the team. I listened to them so that I could know their bodies and I got damn good at my job. There was always one guy who wasn’t content with the arms length approach I kept. Matt Boldy. This guy is always asking me questions about myself while I’m trying to help him. Deliberately ignoring my question because he’s trying to get to know me.

I should find it sweet, but it’s beginning to frustrate me. I’m not trying to make friends here I’m trying to do my job. I can’t tell him that. He’s so nice to me and his smile is breathtaking. I couldn’t be the one to take the smile off his face.

Today is like any usual morning. I’m the rookie amongst the trainers so I have to make sure to restock everyday before everyone gets here. “Morning Y/n.” A familiar voice calls out. I recognize it right away to be the blonde boy.

“Good morning Matt.” I say curtly watching as he pulls himself on to my table.

He smiles at me, “You look lovely today.”

I shake the compliment away and furrow my eyebrows. I’m sure a blush is evident on my face but ignoring it seems like the best option.“Your sholder is still bothering you, would you like me to wrap it again?”

He looks taken aback and that makes me smirk. I like that I shocked him. “My shoulder is fine, stop deflecting.” He responds with mock anger.

“It’s not fine, you favored your right arm while jumping up on my table. You never do that.” I know I that I’ve caught him when he smiles widely.

He leans in a little, “I like how much you pay attention to me.”

“It’s my job but I’m glad you get some enjoyment out of it.” I reply easily.

He begins to take of his shirt. I’ve seen plenty of the guys shirtless, including Matt a handful of times but it feels different this time. We’re alone in this room and he’s half clothed. “I’ll let you wrap my shoulder if you stop deflecting when I ask you things.”

My eyebrows raise and I smirk knowingly. I’ve mastered deflecting, but he needs his arm wrapped so I’ll try my best. “Sure.”

“Why did you choose this field of work? You’re crazy smart, you could have done anything.” I smile at the compliment.

Carefully massaging his arm I say, “It made the most sense with my degrees, and I know someone in the organization.” The response is easy and not deflecting.

“What do you have degrees in?” He asks looking genuinely curious. I feel weird with his gaze on me like this.

I sigh, I hate talking about it because people think I’m lacking humility. “I have two Bachelor’s in Kinesiology and Psychology and a Master of Science in Kinesiology.” I’m blunt hoping he won’t dwell on it.

“You’re only 22 right? He asks and I nod, “Good, just double checking.” He smiles and we sit in silence for a moment before he speaks up again. “Why did you choose those degrees.”

I simply respond, “I find them interesting.”

I finish wrapping his sholder but he stays on my table and keeps talking. “Can you elaborate.”

“The body and mind are intricate and intriguing.” I can sense the familiar feeling coming into my chest. The anxiety that prohibits me from being vulnerable.

He nods and says, “Yeah I get that but you could have done anything.” He sighs rubbing his face in frustration but his smile still remains. “What I mean is, what is the personal connection you have with those majors. Why are you passionate about it. I want to understand.”

“This conversation is sneaking it’s way out of the strictly professional territory it’s supposed to stay in.” I try to remind him of our work relationship but he doesn’t seem to care.

He shakes his head at my unwillingness to comply. “I’ve seen most of my co-workers naked, I don’t think this particular question is crossing any lines that shouldn’t be crossed.”

“I - um well I guess I didn’t feel like I had that much control over my mind and body growing up. So I wanted to understand it for myself and help other people use theirs to achieve their goals.” I turn away from him and put my things away slowly and carefully.

I can hear him shift but he stays in the table, “Why didn’t you feel like you had control over your body?”

“Again not a topic I would like to get into at work.” I know I’m deflecting by this point but I’m not sure how he even got this far.

I jumps of the table and I turn to face him. “Let me take you out to dinner then?” It’s a statement but he says it like a request. Like it’s such an easy thing to ask of me.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I mutter quietly.

He runs his hand through his hair, clearly thinking about what he’s going to say. “I think it’s a good idea. I like you a lot but I don’t really know you as well as I want you. Sometimes I get to see you, like when you hide your laughs at Kirills stupid jokes or when you John are talking medicine and you light up. But I want to know more. Is that okay?”

I’m shocked by his sincerity and I’m not sure what to say but the words come out anyway. “No one has really noticed me before.”

He takes a step toward me, looking deep into my eyes. “It’s impossible not to notice you Y/n, everyone else is just too stupid to realize how amazing you are.”

I smile despite myself, “You have my number from the groupchat right?” I ask referring to the big groupchat with the practice schedule in it.

“Yeah of course,” He replies. “I’ll text you.”

I push step away from him, “Okay, now get out of here I have work to do.” He smirks at me and grabs his shirt leaving the room. A few moments later my phone lights up.

I’ll pick you up Friday at 7:00?

I can’t help but smile.

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chrisdrysdale · 1 year

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My only love

18+ only!

40s!bucky x fem!reader

a/n: hi everyone! So this fic is for @traitorjoelite ‘s writing challenge! So I picked a 40s AU, with a established relationship!

Warnings: angst, fluff, mention of death (no one dies), a lot of mention of war, reader and Bucky have a son

You and Bucky both met in school when you were ten, and you’ve been in love with him since. He made the first move, asking you out on a date when you were 15, proposed when you were 19, married you at 22 and had your son at 23. It was perfect, well, home life was perfect, the world not so much. With the second war raging on, you and Bucky both knew it would be anytime before he got his orders.

“Hey bab- oh no”. It all hit you quite quickly when Bucky slowly stepped into the room, head hanging low, and letters in his hand. You teared up instantly and pressed your hand to your heart. Bucky quickly came to your side as you teared up. “I don’t want you to go”. You whimpered in his ear as he stroked your back. “Me either”. He kissed your temple and sobbed softly. He pulled away and wiped his tears, looking at you and then Aruthur. “I'm gonna fight for us doll… it’s gonna be for us”

Arthur began to slowly wake up at your sniffles, rolling over and sitting up. “Mommy? daddy? Why are you crying?”. You quickly wiped your face and brought him onto your lap, stroking his messy hair? “Daddy has to go away for a bit… he’s gotta be a big strong hero, like the ones from your books”. You hoped this worked, you had to soften the blow. Arthur really didn't know what was actually going on, he was too caught up in fairytales and comics to even care about what was actually going on. He gasped and climbed into Bucky’s lap and hugged him. “Daddy! That cool! You're gonna fight all the bad guys!”. Bucky gave a sad chuckle and kissed his head. “Yeah.. I am, buddy”.

You picked up his letter and gave it a read. Shit.. 3 days. You sighed and rubbed your forehead, looking at him sadly. Bucky turned to Arthur and smiled. “Hey buddy? Why don’t we have a big fun day? Maybe go to the cinema?”. Arthur gasped and squealed. “Yes yes please daddy! Please mommy!”. You both nodded and you stroked his back. “Of course we can.”

Both of you tried to ignore the fact that your time was limited. You took Arthurto see two films. Pigs in a Polka and Tim Alley street cats. Arthur has alway wanted to go to the cinema so you stacked him up on candy and treats and made sure he had the time of his life with his dad. The next day, you opted to stay at home, let them have a boys day. You began applying for a lot of jobs, with all the men off at war, governments and companies have begun hiring women to replace them. You applied to some equipment factories, the local hospital and the local fire station. You wanted to help win this fight as best you can.

On the last day, both you and Bucky thought it would be best, to stay home and explain to Arthur that he might not see his dad for a while, but that it has to happen. Arthur began to get a little upset, he loved his dad so much and didn’t want to see him go, but you helped Arthur focus on the fact that he would be back, and that he gets to spend extra time with mommy. You had gotten a job at one of the factories, but you didn’t want to tell Bucky. The factories have been known to not have the best working conditions and pay and you didn’t want Bucky to be worrying about you while he was fighting.

When the day rolled around, you tried your best to hold it together, but you completely lost it when Bucky put his uniform on. You burst out crying and Bucky brought you into his arms, holding you close. “It's gonna be okay, doll. I'm gonna be back”. Arthur tugged on Bucky’s sleeve and he looked down at him. “Can I wear your hat?”. Bucky gave a soft chuckle and plopped his hat down on his head, Arthur giggled loudly and ran off, entering back into his fairytales. Bucky leaned over while hugging you, switching on the record player and swaying you gently. You sobbed into his chest, clinging onto the lapels of his coat. After a little while you pulled away and Arthur ran back in, noticing how hard you were crying. He tugged on Bucky’s sleeve, getting him to hunker down in front of him.

Arthur stood up on his tippy toes and whispered in Bucky’s ear. “Please come back home daddy. Not for me, but for mommy. She really needs you, and wants you back”. Bucky sighed and patted his shoulder. “I’m coming back, Ar. I promise, not just for mommy, for you too.. Can't leave my best boy behind”. Arthur giggled and put the hat back on Bucky’s head before coming over and hugging your leg. Bucky looked at the inside of his wrist, checking the time and sighing softly. You knew he had to go now. He gave you the look and you took his hand, slowly walking him to the door.

Bucky stepped out while you and Arthur stayed in the doorway. He hunkered down in front of him and kissed his forehead. “Be good for your mom okay? And take care of her”. He nodded and saluted before going back and hugging your leg. Bucky stood back up and kissed you softly. You held the forearms of the hands holding your face. As he pulled away he nuzzled his nose with yours. “Be safe”. You whispered out, as Bucky linked your hands together. “I promise I will..”. Bucky pulled away from you and gave you a flat smile. “Bye my loves”. You waved sadly at him and watched as he walked backward till the corner and walked around it, disappearing. You sobbed a little bit more and brought Arthur inside. He might not have known fully what was going on, but he knew his mom shouldn’t be crying like this. He led you to the couch and sat you on it before hugging you hard. “Remember mommy, daddy is super strong, he’s gonna get all the bad guys”. You giggled sadly, and wiped your face. “Yeah he is bubba.. How about we go to that new diner for dinner?”. Arthur smiled and nodded.

The next few months for you were hard, you moved out of your house and back into your parents house and began working at the factory, it was hard work in awful conditions, but at the end of the day you got to come home to your parents and your boy, and the sweet (and sometimes naughty) letters from Bucky.

6 months later…

Bucky was ecstatic to be heading home, he really couldn't believe it, it was all over. He could go home, to you and his boy. Bucky arrived back at your house and knocked on the and waited, but no answer. He knocked for another 5 minutes before jiggling the lock and pulling it off, shoving the door open, the old letter and bills jamming it. When Bucky walked in, the house was filled with dust and bugs making him cough harshly. You definitely weren't here.

Bucky steadily left the house and headed to your parents and knocked on the door. Your dad opened it and gasped. “Bucky.. Oh my”. Bucky smiled at him and soon heard the quick footsteps running down the stairs. “DADDY!”. Arthur shouted as Bucky hunkered down and opened his arms. Arthur tackled him into a hug, making him fall over and making your dad chuckle. “Hey buddy! My god! You’ve grown so much!!”. They both got up and stood tall and Bucky looked at your dad. “So where is she?”

Your dad’s face ran white and Arthur looked up at him. “Grandpa? Does daddy not know?”. Your mother quickly rushed out and took Arthur by the wrist bringing him inside as your dad stepped outside and closed the door. “Sir? What does he mean? Where’s my wife? Where is she!?”. Bucky began to get annoyed, he just spent the last night months fighting, this was the last thing he needed. Your dad held his shoulder and looked at him. “Bucky… 4 months ago, s-she emm.. She got tuberculosis, the treatment didn’t help.. Ju-just made her worse".

Your dad was properly crying now, so was Bucky. He couldn't believe it, he didn’t even get to say a proper goodbye. Bucky brought his hand to his face and sobbed, dropping to his knees and crying hard, screaming “no”. Your parents couldn't believe it either, they only got a letter from the TB ward, saying you had passed away, but your mom never believed it. Either she had hope, or was just in denial. Bucky was devastated, he fell into a deep state of depression. Luckily your parents let Bucky stay in their house instead of sending him back to the place of most of your memories.

3 months later…

This was it. Bucky thought to himself, placing the final boxes outside your old house. He had finally built up the strength after losing you to move back into the house and take care of Arthur on his own. He had decorated the house just like how it was before you passed and he even set up a little memorial for you, with flowers, candles and a picture of you. This was still your home as well.

Arthur was playing on the floor, while Bucky was reading the newspaper and listening to the current running baseball match while sitting at the kitchen table. Then there was a knock. Bucky looked at Arthur who was looking at Bucky, both of them with a confused look on their face. Bucky stood up and slowly walked to the door, Arthur following. As the door opened, Bucky’s jaw almost dropped to the ground and Arthur shouted. “MOMMY!”. He hugged your legs tightly as Bucky still stood there, shocked. Arthur sobbed softly into your legs. “Thought you were gone forever mommy”. You hunkered down and hugged him tightly. “I'm so sorry, my little monster, but I had to hide to be safe”. You sniffled and wiped your tears. When you stood back up, Bucky was still frozen. “Bucky I'm so so-”. You were quickly cut off by him grabbing the side of your face and kissing you passionately. Arthur quickly separated from your leg. “Ew yuck!”. He mumbled, going back to his toys as Bucky kissed you more. You both sobbed quietly and held each other close. When Bucky pulled away he led you to the couch and sat you down. “W-what happened? Your parents said you got t-”

“TB, yeah. I had to say that”. You took his hand and began explaining. “When you left, I took a job at the local factory. Eventually, me and the other women got sick of the treatment and pay, so we stood up. We went on strike, he came off it soon after but we slowly noticed that the company was killing off their staff so I faked my death”. Bucky sat there in complete shock and rubbed your thigh. “But you’re safe now?”. He asked, and you nodded, explaining that the company had been shut down.

That whole night felt surreal for Bucky. You made dinner and helped Bucky bathe Arthur before bringing him to bed. He was so happy mommy and daddy could read him a bedtime story again. The first time it felt real again for Bucky was when you slipped on your old sleep dress and slipped into bed beside him. He engulfed you into his chest and snuggled you close, kissing your head. “Welcome home”. He whispered into your head, stroking your back softly. You traced out little shapes on his chest as he began to fall asleep. Once you had fallen asleep, Bucky allowed himself to snuggle you close and fall asleep with you.

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biblicallyaccuratebeskar · 1 year

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Metal Home

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Din Djarin was accustomed to being alone. In fact, most of the time he preferred it. But then, like a force nudging him into a different orbit, she was there.

Larkin Vega never expected to be a bounty hunter, but when offered a free view and a bag full of credits, she decides to rough it with the quiet Mandalorian who saved her life.

Sometimes the loneliest people tend to find each other when they need it most.

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Captive

8 ABY

“Play it again!”

“Yeah, play it again!”

“One more time! One more time!”

The pub was electric with chants and drunken chatter. Pattel, the owner, chuckled as he flipped the switch behind the bar. The hologram above everyone flickered as it wound in reverse. I watched the blue image of the second Death Star piece itself back together, the crowd cheering as it exploded once again.

Today marked four years since the fall of the Empire. I was in this pub when the news spread, people flooding into the streets, hugging strangers, tears streaming. At last there was peace in the Galaxy. Well, in theory. Those four years both crept and sped by, and regardless I was still alone.

Alone as much as a bartender could be. Pattel had offered me a job when I was hungry and desperate, and I stayed, like a stray animal given a warm bed. So I had him, and the regulars. Tonight I wasn’t getting paid, but he kept the taps free and flowing and maybe that was enough. He was kind in that way.

A man emerged from the crowd and approached the bar seat I was perched on, away from the chaos. I recognized him. He had been frequenting the pub a lot in the past few weeks. And Maker, did he have an interest in pestering me. I ignored him as much as I could, reminding myself that even the most persistent of creeps paid the bills.

His pointy shoulders were hunched as he approached. He set down two glasses of brown liquid in front of us, scruffy beard twitching. “Ah, diversifying from the usual ale, I see?” I remarked, forcing a smile.

“This here is Elecian whiskey. Very rare. Very expensive.” His eyebrows wiggled. I bit back a grimace.

“I see. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Oh, these are for me, girly. I gotta enjoy the finer things in life, you know? That’s why I’m talking to you.” His yellow teeth bared as I let out a brittle laugh. “Besides, I don’t think you could handle it. It’s very strong.”

“You don’t think I could handle a little shot?” I didn’t like playing into his charade, but I couldn’t resist a challenge. Besides, he wasn’t lying. Elecian whiskey wasn’t cheap, and a free shot might have given me enough agreement to get through the rest of this conversation without banging my head on the bar.

He held his hands up. “Please, by all means then. I insist.”

I grabbed the glass and downed it without a second thought. It burned on the way down and I blinked back tears, but damn did it hurt good. I could already feel the warmth spreading in my chest. His hungry eyes traced over me and I tried to ignore the ecstasy in his expression.

“Good, good,” he muttered. I saw that as my cue to end the conversation.

“Alright, well this has been lovely but I should be...” I swayed, my knees feeling jellylike. Forcefully, I tried to play it off with a laugh, but my head was spinning. The whiskey couldn’t have been that strong, could it?

He looped his arm in mine. “Well it’s a good thing that I’m heading out too. Shall we?”

The room tilted at a dangerous angle. I was out before I could respond.

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It was dark when I awoke. I took in deep, gasping breaths as my eyes adjusted. Where the hell was I? In some sort of closet?

My memories caught up to my consciousness. That motherfucker drugged me. How could I have been so stupid? I played right into his game.

I got up looking around. It wasn’t a closet, but it was the size of one. Completely bare minus me. The door handle was locked upon me trying, naturally. After I tried to pick at the lock, as if on cue, it swung open. A new man stood in front of me.

“Hi, what the fuck is this? You’re going to let me go now,” I said, trying to squeeze past him. He pushed my shoulders back smiling, letting out a low laugh. “Oh no, missy, this isn’t how this is going to work. You’re my cargo now. And you’re going to cooperate.”

He was huge with a gray buzz cut that looked like it was done by someone blind. His breath smelled like rot.

“Yeah, I’m not cargo and I won’t be cooperating. Let. Me. Go.” I shook him off. The man let out a long whistle. “Feisty one, eh? Don’t you worry, I have a market for that. Some of my clients are masochists, swear on the Maker.” He laughed, rasping.

Clients? “What, are you trying to selling me?” I hissed.

“Finally figuring that one out, huh? Gero did a fine job luring you in. Didn’t think he had the charm in him, but miracles happen I suppose. The last time he...”

I took my chance, sending my knee into his groin. He cried out and as he doubled over I pulled him down, sprawling him on the floor. Leaping, I ran out the doorway and into a hallway. I rushed into what looked like a main control room. This wasn’t a ship, but a base. On the small side from what I could gather. Maybe there was a comm link in here I could use to call for help.

“Not so fast.” I slowly spun around. Three men stood there, blasters pointed at me. The one from the pub, Gero, was on the left, eyes lit up like firecrackers.

“Fuck you,” I sneered at him.

He grinned. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.” The other men snickered.

I was outarmed and cornered. A pit rooted itself in my stomach as they roughly dragged me back to the cell. This was actually happening.

They pushed me back into the cramped, dark space. I turned around to see the first man, the captain I assumed, looming in the doorway. Delightfully, his nose was bleeding. His expression, though, was treacherous. He slapped me across the face, hard, and I fell cursing. I crawled away, leaning back as he pulled out a knife from his belt. He turned the blade back and forth, looking at it.

“I got a mighty big payload waiting for you. Good buyers. Wealthy buyers. These types of people don’t like their pretty prizes with scars on them. Don’t treat them well. We don’t want that now, do we?”

I stared at the knife. Everything in me screamed to fight back, but I was pinned. I shook my head no.

“Good girl. You’ll learn in time. For now though, I’m afraid we’re going to have to make some adjustments.”

The other men came into the room. One roughly pulled my hands behind my back and cuffed them. The other tied a cloth around my mouth and neck, forcing it on my tongue. I gagged and he laughed. “They’ll be here in the morning,” he said as they left the cell. “Pull anything before then and I promise you won’t be untouched.”

The door closed with a slam. I shuddered as I backed up against the wall. My eyes grew hot as tears threatened to spill over and I squinted.

What the hell was I going to do? Try to escape again? Get myself killed, or worse, in servitude to some buyer?

I leaned back, closing my eyes, begging for my mind to go blank to offer some clarity, or an idea. Nothing came. My arms were growing too stiff for me to focus. Minutes blended into hours.

Out of the silence, I heard a distant crash. And...blaster fire? What was happening? I sat up, suddenly alert. I heard the men yelling. More fire, then two thuds. Heavy steps. A shadow appeared in the crack of light under the door.

He’s decided to kill me. I swallowed hard and pushed myself as far back as possible against the wall. The door swung open.

It was not the captain.

If you had given me twenty, no fifty guesses as to who, or what, would be standing there I wouldn’t have even been close.

I was looking straight into the visor of a Mandalorian.

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k--havok · 7 months

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@starlit-hopes-and-dreams suggested I share my cat-related horror stories that have scarred me for years to the point that, to this day, I refuse to own a cat.

I have 2 stories, one a little longer than the other.

TW: My stories contain the neglect of cats (and a beta fish), so if you're sensitive to that... I suggest not reading further.

Story 1

As I mentioned before, I am very sensitive to "cat smell" which is what I have dubbed the ammonia-like stench that seems to permeate most houses and people who have cats. I'm so sensitive to it I can smell it whenever one of my local pet stores has a "caturday"

A person who I was friends with at the time dragged me to one of these caturdays one a day we were planning on hanging out due to her dad randomly deciding they could get a cat.

There was no prep for the house to get a cat. They already owned two senior dogs, one of which was blind, who did not grow up with cats and were never really around cats.

I took her to the pet store after she got some cash from her house and helped her buy all the supplies for said cat... and then she had to actually pick out a cat. She eventually picked up a tabby who did not like being put in the cardboard carrier. Driving her and the cat home nearly gave me a heart attack I am pretty sure. Especially sine I am very protective regarding my car and did not want the cat to bust out and possibly hurt itself, us, and my seats. There was also the cat-smell. Which stayed in the car for several days after this trip. Eesh.

Anyways, after that kerfuffle I let her get settled with her new pet... feeling a bit worried for the cat. This girl was well-known to forget to feed her beta fish for weeks on end. Why her parents decided she could get a cat... I do not know.

This cat made multiple escape attempts, which was not hard as they had a doggy door for the two senior dogs.

As bad as the cat escaping was, its litter box conditions were bad. See, she did not clean it all the time (even tho she promised her parents she would) and they made her move it out of the laundry room (which kinda makes sense for a litter box) into her carpeted room. Next to her bed.

I visited her one night and her room stank. I could barely breathe. Not only that but litter was everywhere. In the carpet. On the TV stand. Even in the bed. I decided to go sleep on the couch as I could not stand how nasty everything was. And when I got home I washed my clothes and took the longest shower I could. My clothes were permeated with cat-smell and I had to wash them twice to get it out.

I fell out of friendship with this person due to how... childish she was. When all this was taking place, she was like. 22 years old. Her disposition really affected our friendship and it had to end. I don't know what happened to the cat but I do hope it was ok. Despite the gross litter box, and it escaping twice, it wasn't in any danger. It was chunky, the dogs ignored it, and the parents seemed to be keeping an eye on it.

I will note, before I go to the next story, one other incident. She kept buying like... Iams or purina or whatever. And listen, I don't know much about cat food, but I do know dog food and what shitty dog food looks like. And it was shitty cat food I'm pretty sure. Well the cat kept getting sick so she took it to the vet and long story short she had to change to a different food that actually had nutrients in it. And she bitched about how the new food cost more. She bitched about this constantly.

And she was not destitute! She worked a full-time job and the majority of her budget was spent on fast food daily and clothes. She did buy the new food but boy she would not shut up about how much she did not want to. Like... girl having to pay for a pet is like. Pet Owning 101.

Anyways.

Story 2

This one is a little... sadder. I had a friend who had two cats that he got to help with his depression and to make his apartment feel less lonely when he was kicked out of his parent's house. And in the beginning years the cats were very well taken care of.

But then the pandemic hit. Personal life and mental illness hit him. And his life was not the same.

His now-wife's grandfather passed away suddenly and he had to help her and her family drive across the country to attend the funeral. Her parents are very cheap and did not want to get plane tickets, even tho the drive would be over 20 hours. On top of that, his wife cannot drive, so he also went to make sure they got up there safe and could switch around drivers since they were going to drive straight up there with no overnight stops.

They would be gone for at least a week, maybe more, so he asked me and my partner to watch the cats for him. I went in the evenings and my partner went in the mornings.

Now the last I saw this apartment it was a little messy but nothing worse for wear. When I entered after years of not visiting due to the pandemic... holy hell. The cat-smell hit me before I even opened the door. I could smell it standing on the other side.

And... god. It was a hoard home. That could not be denied. Things were everywhere. Rotting food in the kitchen. Clothes and trash piled up in corners and all over the floor. And worse, the floor was carpet.

He, like my friend in story 1, kept the litter box on carpet. Except this litter box was an open one with no cover. And the cats were not the most well behaved and liked to kick the litter out. Litter was all over the floor. And so was poop. Cat turds were everywhere, some just sitting there, some smushed into the carpet. And speaking of the carpet... he fed the cats both wet and dry food. The wet food he did not put in a bowl. He just peeled back the little containers and set them on the carpet. And the cats would knock over the containers, the wet food spilling out, and would smush it into the carpet as well as they ate it. The entire carpet was brown rather than beige and crusty as well.

The dry food went into a flat, oval-shaped dish. When I first went to feed them, I picked up the dish and looked for a trashcan to dump out the old food. Well my friend left his trash can full. And he had no trash bags. So I had to go get trashbags. And when I did go to dump out the old food... only part of it came out. Half of the food was completely crusted to the bottom. I went to find a papertowel to scoop it out. No paper towels. So another trip to the store.

I could not get the food out. It was crusted so badly that it would need to be deep cleaned. But... I think ya'll get the picture. No dish soap.

Now, another part of this story is how skittish these cats were. They would flee like cockroaches as soon as I entered the apartment. So I decided to Pavlov' them. They came whenever I shook their treat can, so I made an effort to give them treats whenever I first entered the apartment, whenever they came up to me willingly, and whenever I left. The first cat only took 2 days to catch on. She'd be meowing at the door for treats as soon as she heard me unlocking the door. The second took almost all week, but by the end of it, I could pet both of them and have them come up to me sans-treats.

Now the second cat, when he finally came up to me, I realized he had some matted fur. Both these cats were long-haired. And his matted fur was around the neck area. I looked for a brush and... okay, yeah ya'll know what is coming next.

Well, I fed him treats, and using my fingers, I did my best to gently brush out his fur. I couldn't get the entire knot out, but I did manage to smooth his fur out somewhat.

When my friend got back, I gave him an earful about brushing the cats fur. He said the male cat did not like his fur being brushed. I told him to buckle up butter cup cause it still needs to be done even if the cat did not like it. He had no answer regarding the full litter box he left me and my partner nor the food crust or anything else. His now-wife agreed with me on the state of the apartment and said she'd been bugging him about everything but... yeesh.

Well, he moved from there and I briefly visited his new place. In the new place, the cats are only allowed in one of the bedrooms. Altho he had only lived there for a month, the cat-smell punched me yet again.

There was no poop in the carpet, but there was litter and wet cat food already starting to crust.

Besides the fur and gross living conditions, the cats seemed fine. Claws weren't overgrown, healthy weight, normal behavior (even tho they were skittish).

I did not really know what to do in such a situation. I just let him know how I felt and chewed him out. He said he would start cleaning out their bowls better, claimed he cleaned the litter box every other day (lies but I don't own cats... and maybe his do poop that much....), and promised to start brushing out their fur. He really does love his cats, but I also know he is not taking care of them, or himself, as well as he should. As gross as the living situation was, he was also living in that mess too. But its still incredibly sad. I thought about calling animal control or some society to take a look at the situation, but sadly, there are already too many animals out there in foster homes. And besides the living conditions, the cats were fine. Up to date on all shots and everything. Unless they were physically being harmed or had signs of neglect minus some knotted fur (like being underweight or had wounds), I figured not much would be done.

Either way, I did what I could. I avoid this friend a lot now. And furthermore, the second situation is what scarred me. I cannot overstate how disgusted I was. To this day, I do not own a cat. And I cannot see myself owning one anytime in the near future either.

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djonrecovery · 7 months

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Yo my name is David but i go by DJ. I’m 25 years old from Florida and im here to put my story out there ion know why but I know my girl does social media but ion want her to know im on the social media trend yet now lol. I haven’t had a lot of family in my life that ever wanted me around ya know? I was kicked out and thrown to the streets when I was young and i started picking up drugs forreal and doing every drug I could to mend my pain and to not be angry in life. I kept fuckin up and dropped outta school and started hangin at trap houses with my former friends who are nothing to me now forreal. When I was 21 I went to county jail and fought charges till I was 22. I then got sentenced to Florida state prison for 3 years. I am not proud of it at all man im not. I just turned 25 on the 3rd. I have been out since January 26th. My dad passed away randomly December 19th 2022 in a house fire. Im doin aight I was still locked up so my fam took care of it while I was down still. I came home to nothing and nobody to welcome me home. Shit was hard on me and I hated life and I was down on my luck and had nothing going for me yet. The state of Florida gave me a life insurance check and I was able to get a place of my own now so im trying to work my way back up forreal. I have been clean off of narcotics for a long time now and I do not want to go back to that lifestyle. That lifestyle is for the birds and it aint cool forreal. Im not proud to say that I went to prison at 22 and it aint nothing to brag on forreal I aint trying to do that at all but I wanted to write this and let people know that lifestyle is for the birds and anyone who thinks slangin drugs and thinkin you a gangster like i used to think about myself.. man that shit aint cool and I lost my dad while I was gone bro. I have lost so many friends to drug overdoses while I was gone and I came home to nothing but im building my life back up and I am building my reputation back up to a positive note and changing myself for those that love and to make my dad proud of me. I also have a beautiful girlfriend who I want to make proud of me and I hate that I have made her cry before because she missed me overtime and wanted me to come home. She the strongest woman I know and I am proud of her forreal she is a soldier and I love her to death bruh. I want to use this time to say that narcotics aint cool. Breaking the law aint cool bruh. I thought I was a gangster.. I thought I was cool as hell. I was robbing my friends for drugs so I could get high and ignore my problems and not do shit for myself. Im doing better now and I am sober to this day since I got out of prison January 26th 2023. I have goals I want to accomplish and set and strive for. I want to marry my girlfriend and buy her a ring and make sure she has a dress and that I can make her happy and make my dad proud of me and my family proud of me. I am working right now doing landscaping and construction jobs with 2 of my buddies and striving for me and my girl and making my dad proud of me today. If you think the drug life is cool.. man you aint cool. Losing friends to overdosing aint cool. We in 2023 now.. I have lost 4 years of my life to the drug life, trying to be a gangster, being cold, not caring, all that shit. For what? I don’t even know anymore. But that shit is behind me now and im grown and trying to be someone now and motivate others and finally come on social media with my story. I didn’t want people thinking I was bragging on going to prison or my past at all forreal. Not the point of this but to be able to share my story and my recovery with random strangers lol but to show people man you can beat the odds like I am. I want to be able to share my story with others and show them that bro- there is more to life than that and there’s more on the other side of life now. I want to help others now and show them I changed and inspire others. Not all of us who have to been to jail or prison are bad people. Some of us do change and come back to society as good people.

If anyone out there in the world wants to help donate anything to me for my journey and my goals and things I want to strive for.. bruh let me know. With my dad being gone im on my own and I ain’t got nobody else to help me out so I sit at my house with my babygirl and it’s just us ya know? I miss my pops a lot forreal so if you wanna help me out to surprise my girlfriend and to help me to become a more changed person to society for the better..

Cashapp

* I want to spoil my girlfriend and marry her eventually. I need to get her her ring soon

* bills

* More food in the house

* Electricity bills

* Being able to support myself and my girlfriend

* I want to spoil my girl and make up for lost time that I feel like I owe her

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kwyerim · 2 years

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hey hey friendos! i’m here with my first muse, ahn yerim. she’s a 21 (almost 22!) year old veterinary technology student, who also is a student council representative, resident assistant and a cashier at the campus store! she’s a new muse and everything is still a wip, but i’ll leave some links as well as a tldr with some plot ideas under the cut. i haven’t roleplayed in years so i’m excited to be here and get back into it!! ♡ leave a like if you’d like me to hop into your ims for some plotting ~

profile. acceptance post.

tldr background

born in namwon, south korea and grew up in the countryside there. she lived with both her parents (though her father was often away on business), as well as her 2 years younger brother.

while her family never actually owned any animals themselves, as her mother is allergic, plenty of their neighbors in the village owned cats, dogs, even horses and some sheep and cows, and yerim was always happy to help out, even taking on small, paid errands for some neighbors once she got older. she’s been used to being around animals her entire life, and sometimes thinks she gets along better with them than with humans.

despite not having any major complaints about her life on the countryside, yerim always felt like she was destined for something bigger. ever since she was a little girl, she was dreaming of going to seoul, imagining the different things that could happen to her there. her dream became an obsession, something she felt was her destiny, and she started saving up money as soon as she had some of her own.

when she was almost 16, she left home, thinking she had surely saved up enough money to go live in seoul on her own by now. her mother disapproved, but yerim stood by her decision and left anyway, thinking she would sever all ties with her family if she had to — she’d do everything to live out her dream.

turns out, her mother had been right and she had absolutely not saved up enough money to live there on her own. while she did find a cheap enough place to live, and sorted out a high school to attend, it only took two months before she realized she was almost completely out of money already. too stubborn to go back home to her parents and admit that her mother had been right all along, she instead decided that she would get through this, whatever it took.

she took up multiple jobs, let a roommate come live with her to help with rent, and even postponed her education by a bit just to make things go around. it was tough, and she was exhausted from being constantly busy, but things worked out, somehow.

while her high school graduation was a bit delayed, she did eventually graduate, and got accepted to kyungwon university, thankfully with a scholarship.

her years so far at kyungwon have been far from easy, though. she keeps busy, as always, and refuses to let go of extracurriculars or extra responsibilities she’s taken on just so she has more time to study without being so stressed all the time. she doesn’t know who she’s trying to prove that she can do it to — maybe just herself — but she knows she’s able to get through it. at least that’s what she thinks but she may or may not be close to severely burning out

plot ideas

yerim comes off as someone who’s very responsible, committed, and sort of cold to people she doesn’t know well. usually, her cold exterior scares people off easily enough, but this particular person has just decided to not give up on her. they could be constantly hanging around her at work, in the library, around the dorms — anywhere really, and she feels like they’ve made it their life’s mission to get her to genuinely smile at least once. but so far, most of what they’ve gotten out of her are sighs and eye-rolls.

casual acquaintances such as co-workers, study pals, student government ppl, roommates/dorm neighbors etc.

being the big fan of animals that she is, and having some experience with sick animals from her life back in namwon, yerim just can’t ignore it when she sees an injured animal, even if it’s just a random bird. could be several plots related to this, i.e. someone catches her keep some animal in the dorms as she’s nursing it back to health, someone finds an injured bird with her and they nurse it back to health together etc.

any genuine friends!! she can be kinda tough to get to know and doesn’t open up easily but once she has opened up to someone, she’s a very loyal and caring friend. gives very good advice but never follows her own advice

there’s bound to be some people who don’t get along with her so any frenemies, enemies, rivals whatever i’m down for it all

people she met before enrolling at kyungwon. could be roommates she lived with in seoul, past high school classmates, old co-workers. could even be people she knows from namwon if any other muses just happen to have any connections there lol

idk i’m down for most things this is just what i can think of rn so if none of these fit i’m always down for some good ol’ brainstorming ♡

#kw: intro #i hope that's the right tag #anyway i'm like not prepared at all i jsut sent in my app 2 seconds before acceptance then took the fattest nap

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thinkoutsidethefox · 8 months

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Navigating My Mother's Unspoken Financial Expectations

All my life my parent has had high expectations for us kids (I am 1 of 4) Growing up the expectation of good grades and using your manners, right? That is normal. What I don't understand is the 'financial debt' that is there. Let me explain: I moved out of my parents house later in life than I probably should have but stuck around because they have a large property and needed help maintaining it. That being said I knew that at some point I needed to leave the nest. So around 22-23 I knew that I should be working. I had jobs before caring for the property but I left them due to the property being a lot of work and it seemed I took care of it solo most days. Also, it was very heavily expected for me to do all this maintaining. So I got a new job. Great money, and hours. I could still take care of the property while being able to make money and save up as well. Or so I would think.. Right? Well my parent then started asking for money because if I wasn't at the property 24/7, I wasn't useful to them and they wanted me to start paying rent and utilities. To which my other parent said 'no, that was wrong to do.' So instead it was made very hard to like living there. Basically it pushed me to leave. (Oh and it almost cost me my job at the time. Like my parent almost got me FIRED!) But then when I left, I WAS STILL THE BAD GUY! That was in 2018. Now let's flash forward to last year. When they sent out a big group message to my siblings, their spouses, and I asking us all to help with this grand present idea for my other parent. We were all supposed to pitch in. Everyone pretty much gave the bare minimum or didn't participate (which is fine don't get me wrong. Don't stretch yourself beyond your means..) However, I went above and beyond to help. I was not thanked or even mentioned for my help. Though they did COMPLAIN I didn't do more to help. Like ??????? And then there was today---September 4th 2023. They did it again. Asked for money for this big grand gift. And after last year, I don't want to help nor do I even want to answer this. Also, keep in mind-- I ONLY get contacted when they want something from me or my husband. When I try and chat with them (Like not needing anything. Just normal chatting), I hardly get a reply longer than a few words or emojis or most times I just get ignored. Do other people have this issue with their parent(s)? Or is this a random event that happened to me? Can I maybe trade-in for a parent who likes me and doesn't want my money?

#parents are weird #parent troubles #why #like what #why my parent trying to take my money #needy parent

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conspiracyofcartographers · 1 year

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Little rant, please ignore, don’t reblog.

So, I have been diligently applying for jobs for, not an exaggeration, two and a half years. I spent five years working on a PhD because I thought that might help me with achieving my career goals. I poured my heart and soul into it, I wrote good papers, I published one of them, I took advantage of all the teaching opportunities available to me. I did the work, is what I'm saying. It has been very frustrating and humiliating to find that after all of that work, not only can I not get hired in my chosen field, it seems I can’t get hired AT ALL.

I applied to well over 200 jobs, a few every week for, as I said, two and a half years. I wasn’t super picky, just tried to find things that I was interested in and were within my, not inconsiderable, skillset. Academic jobs, museum jobs (I did museum work before starting my PhD, so I actually have experience, I’m not just showing up with the “I have a PhD, I can do any job” attitude that people applying for alt-ac type jobs often get accused of having), clerical jobs, academic support jobs, policy and research jobs, part time, entry level. Whatever I could find that I thought I had about 80 percent of the asked for experience. I had a few things that I didn’t want: 1. I didn’t want to take a job that involved my husband and I keeping separate residences for a prolonged period (what is the point of getting married if I can’t live with my partner, what is the point of a job if I have to spend an excessive amount of my salary paying rent twice.) 2. No war crimes (I’m a military historian, I’m not going to go apply for a company supplying weapons to warlords in Africa). 3. Not the police (See number 2, war crimes abroad or war crimes at home, you use pepper spray on protesters and it’s a no from me, dog.) 4. No call centres (I have anxiety, and telephones are a major trigger, aside from these being terrible jobs generally, I'd have had a panic attack the first day). 5. I didn’t want the same job I had before I went and did my degree, I have more experience, so I want career progression. I think these are fairly reasonable asks.

Over the course of the past 30 months I have had a grand total of 3 interviews. A resounding indictment of the state of the job market and the lie of ‘transferrable skills’ put forward by academia, in my humble opinion.I asked the university for job support and followed their application advice. I have rewritten my CV 14 times, and tailored every single cover letter to the jobs I applied for, no boilerplate stuff, because obviously, if I wasn’t getting hired, it was my fault for just not saying the right magic words. The job incantation.

Friday of last week, I applied for a policy advisor job that was posted on LinkedIn, it involved posting my CV on a searchable interface. In the days since, I have been contacted by no less than 6 agencies begging me to work as a substitute secondary school teacher, no word from the policy position I ACTUALLY applied for. This is so fucking frustrating, because part-time teacher is the job I held immediately after graduating with my BA. I was an after-school art teacher/lunch lady, got paid shit, got treated like worse, and I fucking hated it. It’s been a decade and I have significantly more subject knowledge and experience now, and I DO NOT WANT TO WORK WITH CHILDREN. Or, more accurately, I don’t want to work with unhinged parents.

I‘m tired y’all. I’m taking the job.

After all, it’s the only one I’ve been offered in over two years. But I am so fucking frustrated. I put in so much effort to try to develop a career and I am back at the same place I was ten years ago. Actually worse, because the pay isn’t even as good as what I got at 22. And more than that, this is a job that they’ll literally hire anyone with a pulse and no history of pedophilia. The industry is desperate after people left the profession over pressures from the pandemic. There are scheduled teacher strikes in the upcoming months (am I going to be used as a strike breaker? Because fuck that.).

Anyway, I know that I can put this on my CV and take the pay check and fuck off when I find something better. But I am just so tired and frustrated and humiliated and disillusioned. Like, I know the world doesn't actually operate as a true meritocracy, but I did kind of believe that hard work and intelligence would result in *something*, slightly better pay than I earned with just a BA, at the very least.

And the agencies keep calling me, and sending me texts, and emails. I’ve taken my CV down already because like I said, I’m taking the job. But it feels at this point like I’m being hounded and bullied. “No one will hire you to do anything else!” “This is your only choice.” “We’ll keep calling until you give in.”

I know all of this makes me sound like an entitled bitch. But again, I also feel like I put in so. much. work. and I wanted it to be worth *something*.

Side dish of extra humiliation. My husband, who is also a PhD, applied for one (1) academic teaching position. He was rejected, but the job search committee sent him emails and called him to beg him to apply for another position they had just posted and which they thought he would be a better fit for. He got hired as a full time university lecturer TWO YEARS ago. He hasn’t even finished his PhD. Extra cherry on top, he hates his job and wants out. I would give my left arm to have the job he has.

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rurousha · 1 year

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From Fox River to Central City, Ch 11/14

Chapter 11 - Biding Time

1 – Team Flash & Legends, Mick-1 & Palmer 2 – Mayor Snart, clearly the most crooked here 4 – Cold-4, retired 11 – Killer Cold & Heatwave, bad guys 16 – Cold-16 & Sara-16, thieves 19 – Leonard-19 & Mick-19, smugglers 22 – Snart-22 & Rory-22, cyborg survivors 27 – Len-27 & Mickey-27, freedom fighters 29 – Michael-29, Lincoln, Veronica, & LJ, criminals but the good guys? 30 – Scofield-30, structural engineer 53 – Leo & Ray, 4-ever

The next day (actually, much later in the same day), it was Cold-4 that stood at the board in the cafeteria. Everyone was still eating breakfast (lunch), though they were much more subdued than earlier that morning. Many of their group had scattered to other parts of the labs, but no one had left the compound this time.

“I had a thought last night,” Cold-4 said. “The first time Mick and I broke out of maximum security, there was a big country-wide manhunt for us. It was headed up by this fed named Mahone. Now Mahone was smart. Really smart. And dogged. It took everything I had to stay half a step ahead of him. I was pretty used to being on alert by then, looking for cops and snitches. But I have never had to run like that before or since. And I never made any progress against him until I turned around and stopped running. I went on the offensive, and suddenly the chase went very differently.”

“You’re saying we need to start hunting Killer Cold instead of waiting for him to hunt us,” Len-27 said.

“Exactly.”

“But how?” Mickey-27 asked. “We still don’t know how to find him. We don’t even know how he’s been finding us.”

“Actually, I figured that out last night too,” Cisco joined the conversation. He looked tired, and Michael didn’t think he had slept at all since his interaction with Scofield earlier. “He’s got me with him. Vibe-11.”

Cisco was in the cortex, avoiding all the Snarts and Rorys and difficult thoughts, when his cell phone rang. It was Joe, of all people.

“Hey Joe.”

“Hi Cisco. Look, the department just got a 911 call about some Cold and Heatwave cosplayers shoving someone tied up into the back of an SUV. Said the guy looked Hispanic and had long dark hair.”

Cisco sat up straighter in the his seat. “That might be the real Killer Cold with 11-me!”

“Which is why I offered to go check it out. But I’d rather have back up just in case. Can you send Leo and Ray to meet me?”

“Where’s Barry?”

“Doing his actual job, Cisco.”

“Right, right. Yeah. Send me the address.”

Just a few minutes later, Ray landed quietly at the address Joe gave them. Leo had his arms wrapped around his husband’s shoulders and was standing on his foot. Joe tried not to laugh as Leo dismounted with as much dignity as possible.

“Graceful,” Joe chuckled.

Ever the professional, Leo ignored him and asked, “Where’s the vehicle in question?”

Unperturbed, Joe nodded behind him. “Half a block that way.”

Ray tried to not laugh at Joe’s amusement at Leo’s expense, so he just calmly followed the two. Joe led them to a carpark behind a few businesses. They stopped at the entrance to look around. The SUV in question was the only one there.

“Plate matches what the caller gave us,” Joe whispered.

“I don’t see any movement inside,” Ray offered.

“Hm,” Leo contributed.

None of the three men moved to approach the vehicle.

“So, this feels like a trap,” Joe said.

“It does seem pretty trap-like,” Ray agreed. “I see three points they could attack from once we move toward the car.”

“Hm,” Leo said again. Then he moved towards the car anyway.

“Leo!” Ray hissed.

But nothing happened. Leo threw open the driver’s door, which wasn’t even locked. No one shot at him. The car didn’t explode. He wasn’t enveloped in some elaborate ice trap. The only things inside were a bunch of take-out wrappers.

Joe shrugged at Ray, and the two followed suit. They examined the outside of the SUV, but it wasn’t until Joe opened the rear door that they found anything.

There was a worn mattress laid out in the back along with a few blankets, a bunch of papers, and a single tablet. Joe immediately recognized it as one of the STAR Labs tablets.

Leo had to crouch down in order to crawl into the back of the SUV. He poked around and handed Joe a few sheets of paper he found.

Joe looked them over. Several were detailed maps of STAR Labs, hand-drawn. Another was a compound that Joe didn’t recognize.

“That’s the meeting hall where Killer Cold attacked us on Earth-X,” Ray said. He pointed out the room where it had happened.

They found another that was a quick sketch of the street where Killer Cold and Heatwave attacked Michael and Lincoln in Washington DC on Earth-29. There were many others that weren’t so easily recognizable.

“They found everyone the same way we did,” Joe said. He shuffled some of the papers around until a photo slipped out. It was Barry, Caitlin, and Cisco standing around Dr. Wells – Eobard Thawne – in his wheelchair. Everyone was smiling. Joe didn’t recognize the exact photo, but they had plenty of similar ones at home. “They used Cisco to track the doppelgangers and vibe where they would be. But Cisco can breach anywhere. How could Killer Cold and Heatwave contain him and make him work for them?”

“I don’t think they did,” Leo said from inside. He pulled a fold of red fabric out from under the mattress and held it up. It was the upper half of the original Flash suit. It had two long, dark tears burned across the front. “I think he’s trying to save Barry.”

Leo hopped out of the car. “This isn’t a trap for us,” he said. “This is to pull resources away from the Labs. Ray. Get to STAR Labs. We’ll catch up.”

Ray nodded and shot into the sky, glowing and leaving a golden trail.

Joe quickly pulled out his cell phone and called Cisco. “Cisco. Call Barry and get him to STAR. You’re about to be attacked.”

“Joe, Barry left three minutes ago. There’s a huge fire at the docks.”

From his vantage point in the sky, Ray saw the smoke and the sirens headed for the river. “Oh no.” He bolted for STAR Labs.

#from fox river to central city #cw's the flash #the flash #dc #prison break #crossover #fanfiction

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craftyemma · 2 years

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it’s nice to have a friend | emma and ryan

Who: Ryan & Emma ( @suitandgosling ) Where: Emmas apartment When: 4/24/22. Plot: Emma and Ryan hang out, have dinner and almost have their own moment. Tags: n/a

Emma

Emma had one of those days at work where the days dragged in. She loved her job, she did but some days when it was slow or she had to send it catching up with paper work it just got too much. She knew she probably should be making something at home but by the time she had locked up the shop the only thing that sounded appealing was take out. Emma knew she could get Ryan on board with it so sent him a text asking if he wanted to join her and was happy when he accepted. She got home and put in their usual pizza order and pour two glasses of wine, waiting for Ryan to arrive.

Ryan

Ryan was surprised to get the sudden text from Emma inviting him over for pizza. She sounded like she had a rough exhausting day, him being able to feel it just through the words on the phone. Ryan had already been ready, a plain crisp white t-shirt that hugged his form well layered on top of a pair of crisp dark jeans. His hair was already styled and a handsome musk of cologne had already settled on him. Leaning up against the bathroom counter, he looked at his phone and opened a message. "Are you still coming? 😘" read the message. His fingers hovered momentarily over the keys before he typed out an apology that he could no longer make it. Grabbing his coat and keys, he made his way out to the car and ignored the following series of message notifications on his phone. Driving to Emma's, he parked, walking up to her door and knocking.

Emma

As soon as she got home Emma changed into a pair of lounge pants and a tank top. It felt nice to just be home and be relaxed. It wasn't that the day was hard, just long and boring. She preferred being at the shop front and getting to speak to customers, rather than on the phone with suppliers and dealing with the actual business side of things. Emma opened the door and smiled at the sight of her best friend. "Hey!" She greeted, going in to hug him. "Oh, you smell good." She commented as she walked him through her apartment. "I didn't take you away from anything, did I?" She asked, raising and eyebrow and handing him a glass of wine as she sat on the soft, tucking her legs under her. Ryan

"Hey," Ryan greeted in return, going to hug her back. "Thank you," he chuckled, pulling back to follow her into the apartment. Ally's car wasn't in the driveway, so he figured she must not be there. "Me? What would I possibly be doing?" he said with a playful scoff, ignoring the continual vibration of his phone in his back pocket. Yeah, she did seem a little crazy. "I just always naturally look and smell this good. You should know that by now," he chuckled, taking the glass of wine and brining it to his lips. Ryan took the seat beside her on the couch. "Anything new going on?" Emma

Emma knew Aly was going to be out tonight, which was another reason she had invited Ryan over. Eating pizza and drinking wine was a lot less sad when you had someone with you and she knew that she could be herself around Ryan and that was what she needed. "I never said anything about you looking good." Emma teased. Although she was very aware of how attractive Ryan was, anyone would be a fool not to see it. But Emma also knew she couldn't let herself get too caught up in those thoughts - otherwise she would be led down a path she had been before with him and it wasn't fair on any of them. "Nope." Emma said, popping her p. "Boring as ever." She laughed, taking a drink from the wine. "Please tell me all the exciting things in your life." Ryan

"You didnt? Hmm, I could have sworn you said something about it," Ryan teased with a chuckle, grinning at her. The man brought his glass of wine to his lips again, sipping it as he listened to her answer. "We need to get some excitement in your life. Get out there. Have fun," he commented. Thankfully, after Emma's engagement ended, the two of them could hang out closely again. Perhaps Ryan was selfish to be glad for the break up since it hurt Emma so much, but he never liked the guy. "My life? Hmm. Going out here and there, but everything is pretty much the same. It's prom and graduation season, so the shop orders have been picking up a bit." Emma

"You wish I did." She teased, it was always so easy with Ryan. Emma knew that no matter what was going on in her life she would have him there. If it weren't for him, she probably would have spiralled after her engagement ended. "Pfft, you mean eating pizza and watching America Say isn't fun?" She teased. Ever since everything happened, she was scared to put herself out there. "Besides, it is much more fun to comment on your life. Is there anyone there I need to give a grilling too?" She teased, taking another drink. "Well, that is fun!" Emma grinned, loving the idea of Ryan helping all the high school boys pick out their prom suits. Just then the door went, she grabbed money for a tip and went to answer the door. "It is here." She grinned, putting it on her table and bring through some plates for them. "Dig in!" kerosenedaze — 24/04/2022 "You're right, maybe I do," Ryan responded with a laugh. At her 'fun' activities, he rose an eyebrow with a small chuckle. "You know, sometimes I think you might actually be like 60 years old trapped in that body," the man joked. "Grilling? I don't know about that. Nothing sticks long enough, really. Maybe my standards are too high," he casually shrugged a shoulder. Ryan shifted a bit as she went to get the pizza, putting the wine glass on the table and looking up as she came back in. "That smells amazing," he took a slice, putting it on the plate. Emma

Emma laughed at her friends words, already things were feeling better and it was like all her stress of work was just gone. They had been best friends since they were teens and Emma was so grateful they still had this banter. "A 60 year couldn't deal with my diet." She laughed, taking a bit from the pizza and putting it on her plate. "Ah yes, no one is good enough for you. Which, I get. I mean, you deserve the best but also you need to know that you deserve to be with someone. You are amazing." Emma said, taking another sip. "I know. The thought of this got me through the day." Ryan

"I don't know. I've seen some 60 year olds who can get down on some pizza and wine," he mused, taking a bite of the slice in front of him and turning to look at the red head. "That's not what I meant," he responded to no one being good enough for him. "It's just... I don't know. Attract the wrong people I guess," he responded, pursing his lips together. "You are too, ya know? Amazing. You should... get back out there and find someone who realizes that," he said, though as he said it, he didn't like the feeling that sat with him. Emma

"Good because if I get to 60 and can't have pizza and wine? I'll cry. Real tears." She said, trying to be serious but not being able to help the laughter. "I know it's not but probably no one you bring home to me will be good enough anyway." She laughed. Suddenly the thought of him with someone else did not sit okay with her. "Oh god. That is not something that I think we need to worry about." Emma said, the thought of rejection being too much after Chris broke off their engagement. Ryan

"Real tears? Not fake tears? Oh, no, we can't have that," Ryan teased with a soft chuckle, moving his body to push it playfully against hers. Taking another bite of the pizza, he thought about what she said. "You know, it's the same for me. No one will be good enough for you and I'll secretly hate and distrust all of them," he assured, a slightly laugh to follow, but he wasn't joking as much he he let on. Emma

"Not fake, real!" Emma said pointing to the corner of her eye. "We don't. Mainly because you are the one who will have to deal with it." Emma laughed when he pushed his body against hers. Emma let out another laugh at his words. While she knew it was the same for her, no one could be good enough for Ryan, he only deserved the very best, she thought it odd he would think the same in return. "We might need to look into that whole getting married to each other if we are both single at 50 thing." Emma laughed. Ryan

"Oh no! Real tears? Are they there??" Ryan chuckled as she pointed to the side of her eye. He grabbed her face in his hands and pulled it close. "Hmm, I don't see anything. I think you may be yanking my leg," he grinned. When Emma mentioned the getting married when they hit 50 thing, he let out a soft breath of air chuckle. You only have to wait 9 years for me to turn 50. I have to wait 17 years for you. How is that fair? I'll be 58 then. God, that's gross," he teased. Emma

"There are there!" Emma said, when he held her face in his hands, she looked him in the eye. It wasn't lost on her how close they were in this moment. Emma wasn't sure but something about this felt different. She snapped out of it when he spoke again. "You just aren't looking close enough." She teased. Emma couldn't help but laugh at his words. "Oh man, I never thought about it like that. It might be time for me to trade you in for someone younger." She teased. Ryan

"Mmm, I don't know. I don't think so," he chuckled, but let it trail off quietly when the tone in the room switched as their eyes locked together. His face inched slightly closer to hers, before he realized what he was doing. Surely, she wouldn't want that. Perhaps he could do it and if she didn't like it, he could blame it on being in the wrong mindset from expecting to go on a date. No. This was too important a friendship to even risk messing up over something like that. Ryan's mind raced, but the moment passed as Emma continued to speak. He barely registered what she said, mind focusing back on the present. He let out a small chuckle like he was paying attention. "Damn, that hurts," he teased Emma

“You aren’t looking hard enough.” Emma said with a smirk. She caught his eye and swore that he was leaning in closer. Wasn’t he? Was she just making this up. Emma felt herself move closer to him as well. Was this happening? Part of her wanted to believe it was true but then he seemed to snap back so maybe she was just making it up. Maybe she had been single too long. There was no way someone like Ryan would want someone like her. She had seen the people that he had gone out with and she wasn’t like that. “It’s what keeps you on your toes.” She winked.

#para #para: ryan

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rielfyre · 2 years

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On Monday night one of my ex's texted me out of the blue asking me to dinner. I said yes, because why not. Our relationship wasn't bad he was just inatentive and checked out for most of it. In deep depression and being to inexperienced to deal with it in a healthy way. So he ran away from his problems, and isolated himself from me. We broke up because he started caring and actually showing he loved me too little too late. He's not empathetic at all, but back then he chose to ignore that.

He grew up. It's been 4 years since then. He's 26 instead of 22. All throughout dinner he apologized for his behavior back then. "I was a really bad bf to you" He told me everytime he thought about me he would always regret the way he treated me. He took blame for everything. I mean everything. Going from blaming others or ignoring problems or bad behavior to owning up to your mistakes, that's BIG .

He told me I had been running through his mind lately. I asked him how long and he said 18 months jokingly, but 3 months was the real marker for him getting the courage up to message me. He didn't type a long apology not because he wanted to do it in person. Do you know how hard it is to own up to your mistakes and behavior IN PERSON rather than over a computer screen? It's fucking hard.

Of course throughout the evening we joked about sex, because we're both dirty minded people and our sex life was never a problem. I told him sex was off the table for now because I didn't want it to be the reason we connected again. He agreed. He respected my boundaries, even asked if he could kiss me or lay his head on my lap.

Sex used to be so important to us because that was really the only time I spent time with him emotionally connected, having him all to myself. This time around he made it clear he wanted to see where things go. He wanted to emotionally invest in me. As we talked I came to realize that he really did love me. He was shitty at showing it, but from the way he talked you could see it. He told me he missed me at least 5 times in the 2.5 hours we spent together. Quality time. Just talking no distractions.

I got over him. It took a year but I did it. It scares me a bit that him coming back into my life. It felt so natural for my feelings to blossom as they did before. Don't get me wrong, it will take some time, probably a long time for me to love him like I did. Today we are both very different people. I was so sure he was going to cancel on me for dinner, but he didn't. He paid. Something he never did before except on our first date way back when. I know that seems like a miniscule detail, but when it comes to him it's huge.

It's still hard to believe and welcomed that he's changed so much. That he's grown up. He has a car and a job now. He does other things with his life other than constant video games. My cat likes him too. Very important.

I don't know where this will go or if it will even work out. I want to try, and he wants to try. It seems stupid to not try. He is as attractive as ever. Hasn't aged a day. Still 6'3 the tallest person I've ever dated. The top of my head fits right under his chin. I'm 5'8" for reference.

It's a risky move on my part because he destroyed me mentally. I loved him almost as much as my first love.

I'm going to try anyways. It's a risk I'm willing to take. I'm more secure with myself. I love myself and I'm happy with/by myself. I don't need constant attention I like my space and can balance things out now.

Past memories are there still, but I don't hold grudges unless you cross lines. Like my recent ex who did his very best to use me as a punching bag on his way out.

Wiping the slate clean and starting over, but still keeping those old memories with ourselves. Mostly good for me, I tend to forget the bad things and remember the good in someone. I'm excited and anxious all at the same time, but I know that I can recover if we don't work out.

I'm happy I got this chance, and I'm happier still that Jae isn't in my life. He would be so against this decision. I would feel so pressured to please that I probably wouldn't have even gone out with him to begin with. Without that gaslighting and control I made my own decision. One that I am happy with. Doing what I thinks is right for me, not what he thinks is right for me. It's liberating.

SO I will try again with him, the person my heart settles back so easily with, and we'll see how and where it goes. I'll keep you updated ~Mariel

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1-800-supersad · 2 years

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jeez haven’t done this in a while 💀💀

Weekly/Monthly check in time :)

Q: what time did you wake up this morning?

A: 5:03 am

Q: how's your day going so far?

A: not too bad, it’s really fucking hot tho

Q: Any new life updates?

A: yes, quite a few. i have an iphone now, me and jaykob have been dating for almost half a year, i got a fucking job and start working on june 13th, and i have depression medication that ive been taking for almost two months now :)

Q: are you currently in a relationship? if so, tell me how you guys are going. if not, what's it like being single?

A: yes i am :) jaykob and me had our 3rd date last thursday on his birthday, we had a picnic date in my living room :))

Q: how old are you?

A: 16

Q: what color is your hair?

A: skunk hair, all black with on little streak of white in the front

Q: What's your sexuality and gender identity?

A: im pansexual and gender fluid

Q: whens the last time you bathed in any way?

A: i took a shower last night

Q: what's an obsession of yours at the moment?

A: myself kinda, not in a narcissistic way but more like in a working on myself more way which can always be good in most ways :)

Q: whens the last time you did anything sexually?

A: yesterday, me and jaykob fucked in the kitchen 😳

Q: How much money do you have?

A: i had $5.55 earlier but then i bought some nails of shein 💀

Q: how’s school going?

A: pretty good actually, ive been making sure to do all my work in my classes and keep my grades from become F’s so im proud

Q: what's your highest grade in school?

A: an A, and surprisingly it’s in math 😀

Q: have you eaten anything today? if so, what?

A: i ate breakfast and a chicken sandwich at lunch

Q: have you gotten therapy yet?

A: hey guess what? you know that doctor i went to go see back in february that was gonna prescribed me pills? well turns out it was actually a therapist and now i talk to her every three weeks about how the medicines making me feel :))

Q: when was the last time you felt loved?

A: earlier

Q: how's your relationship with ang?

A: we’re on like a friendship break rn. she’s friends with this girl named dakota and that’s fine and all but it seems like she’s been hanging out with dakota more than me and i started to realize the same thing that happened with kaitlyn is happening again. i wasn’t talking to her yesterday at lunch and she literally fucking came to my 7th hour searching for me so that she could fucking talk to me when she knew i didn’t wanna then she fucking kept asking me in front of two of my other friends with we could go talk and i just ignored her until she left, that shit was embarrassing. after that i texted her a lil about why i wasn’t talking to her and we talked a bit and came to the conclusion that we should just be on a friendship break for as long as i need but she’s hoping it’s before her birthday (july 1st). i also bought her a monster this morning cuz while we were talking yesterday she told me how she had a panic attack before and after she came and left the gym and all i said was “cool” and i immediately felt bad after so it was kinda like an apology and i told her that and she told me that neither one of those panic attacks were my fault but i still felt bad

Q: what’s your dream job?

A: medical scientist

Q: are you going to be able to get your dream job?

A: maybe

Wednesday, 5/11/22, 3:09 pm

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danihow · 2 years

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Stupid presentation

Non Idol!Yang Jeongin (I.N) x Fem!Reader Stray Kids

Word Count: 4.96k

Summary: You did a great job ignoring those who disliked you, you thought you were great at it, specially woth Jeongin, that until college work forces you to work together.

Warnings: College AU, fluff, non idol AU, a bit of crack, big ass misundesrtanding, language, mentions of being wasted at a party, mentions of alcohol, kinda enemies to friends.

A/N: This actually took me way too much more than I expected it to take and I kinda want to write more of it.

Tuesday, 1:34 p.m.

You couldn't fucking believe it.

Of all the fucking people in the goddamn classroom you had to pull out the name of the only one who didn't stand you.

Yang Fucking Jeongin.

At the beginning of the semester you had chosen this class as the obligatory extra class you were supposed to take this year, having postponed it last semester for the will of your mental health after how challenging it all had been in your life.

Still, you never thought to meet in this particular class, which was named officially Humanism in War, your last semester's classmate from your career-related subject who you could swear to any power above couldn't stand you after being paired up for a project not only once but TWICE and he, both times, asked the teacher to switch the two of you.

You never understood what you had done to him to apparently abhor you like that, but it wasn't like you were in the need to ask him when he held that intimidating aura every time he was around you, knowing for sure your question wasn't going to be answered, at least not in a friendly way.

Now, until this specific moment in the timeline you both habited, you thought, no, you knew you had done a great job avoiding any interaction between the both of you, not daring to look at him, picking literally anyone else when you had to choose work partners (even if at the end you ended up doing all of it alone), waiting until he went out of the classroom just not to bump into him, basically all you could do to not bother him, you did.

At least before now, right when your professor told all of you the partners for the last presentation were going to be picked randomly by the left side of the classroom via papers, to what he grabbed a bowl full of the names of those sat at the other side of the class room, the man trying his best to make his students interact more than they have been and, much to your dismay, you and Jeongin were sat on total opposites of the class, you on the left and him on the right, meaning there was a 1/22 chance to pick him, it was less than 5% of probability but to you it was still 5 too many.

When the professor stood at your side, leaning the bowl to you still with a bunch of papers in it you felt your stomach twirl nervously and kind of scared, no one had gotten Jeongin yet and you honestly didn't want to spend your time with someone with such an attitude toward your mere existence, so, after a flash prayer to anyone that could hear you from above your hand got in the bowl, picking one of the neatly folded papers and taking it out.

"Don't open it yet." Your professor said, moving on to the student who sat behind you.

A couple of minutes after you were all signaled to open up the papers and look at the name written on them. Your fingers slowly taking the corners of the red piece and unfolding it, your eyebrows furrowing when your eyes read "Yang Jeongin" written in cursive.

"And remember, I don't do changes." Professor Changmin said, placing the bowl in his desk and looking at the rest of the class, his free hand on his hip.

Fuck.

There it went all your effort to avoid the guy, who looked around in search of someone making eye contact with him, confused to find no one. Just before turning his attention back to the board, where the teacher had started scribbling the basic rules and point to follow for the work.

Tuesday, 1:53 p.m.

"Now you can pack up, see you on Thursday." The deep voice of the professor echoed through the silent classroom, that quickly filled with the sound of quiet chattering and the ruffling of papers and backpacks.

"Who did you get?" Heeseung asked, his eyes looking over your shoulder at your paper with curiosity, a snort almost leaving him at the name he read. "Dude, I'm so sorry for you, but at least you know he will do his part of the job, unlike all your other partners."

Heeseung was a tall guy you befriended on your calculus class last semester and who decided to get in this class with you because it was the last one you could share before your careers tore your paths apart, him swearing to not let that tear the friendship the two of you built apart. He knew about this weird thing Jeongin had going on with you ever since he saw it blossom every time he picked you up your classes six months prior.

"Shut up Hee." You said, playfully hitting him in the arm as you put your tablet away in your bag.

"Rude~" He sing-songed, putting his computer away.

"Who do you got?" You asked back, putting all your pens back in the pencil case.

"Ryujin." He said, his head moving a bit to were the girl sat, talking to her friend, who you recalled to be called Yuna.

"She's nice, she was in my art class too." You said, remembering a couple of time you two crossed words.

"We'll see how she's in partner works." He said, standing up once the Professor dismissed all of you. "See you around Y/N."

"Where are you heading to?"

"I told a friend of mine I'd help him with his graduation essay." He smiled, shrugging his shoulders.

"A'right, see you around Hee."

Standing up you noticed Jeongin standing awkwardly in his desk, still confused, sighing you realized this was probably the moment you had to speak up, swallowing you nerves and giving slow dreadful steps towards him. "Hi..." You muttered, trying your best trying to sound confident, his piercing gaze falling on you, an eyebrow raised. "I guess we are going to be working together." You said, showing him the paper with his name cautiously, he himself taking it to check if it is his name, and it was.

A small frown on his lips he nodded. "Okay." He said, giving you the paper back. "Message me to decide on our parts." And with that, he just walked out.

How in hell would you message him? You didn't have his number.

Wednesday, 11:14 a.m.

What kind of person expects you to message them without a number?

You had asked now around 10 different people from you career for Jenin’s number, some of them who you'd seen talking to him a couple of times.

It wasn't until after walking around almost all of campus trying to spot more of the guys you've seen Jeongin walk around with, which, was a tiring and time wasting task, you finally got a number form this guy named Hyunjin, who you've seen too around Heeseung a couple of times.

"What kind of jackass kid am I raising?" He asks in a whisper to himself with a frown on his face as he wrote your number down on his phone to send you his contact and to send Jeongin yours. "I'm sorry about him, he's just dumb most of the time." He said, a ding on your phone as his message got in with a contact named 'dumb kid'. "Ignore the name, it just proves my point further on, now I have to head to class, tho it was nice meeting you Y/N."

And just like that he left, not without giving you a small wave accompanied by a friendly smile, quickly getting in the art faculty building.

Maybe you should message Jeongin first, the faster you got into working the faster you'd get out of it.

Next Thursday, 1:04 p.m.

After a long walk, getting a couple of turns wrong and getting lost in this part of the city you finally reach your destiny.

Currently standing in front of Jeongin's apparent apartment door, swaying back and forth over your heels and the ball of your feet, doubting if you should knock on the door or run away and disconnect from life, but the stupid presentation was due on Monday and the both of you were still missing a bunch of details, that being the reason why he called you to meet up in his apartment.

Why actually to his apartment? You didn't know, you were both managing quite well to do it separately without any issue and with no need to stablish an actual conversation, yeah, it was challenging but nothing impossible.

Finally, gathering up all the courage you knocked the door with your knuckles, regret immediately washing over you as you rather quickly heard footsteps on the other side of the door, right before being greeted by Jeongin himself, his hair a bit messy and curlier, unstyled, falling right above his glasses as he looked at you, face blank.

"Hi, come in." He said with no emotion in his voice, stepping aside and letting you pass, feeling now a bit overdressed with your nice shirt, done hair, jeans and clean shoes while he stood there, a pair of slippers for you on his hand while wearing a white shirt over some joggers and in his plain blue slippers. "Here, you can leave your shoes right there." He pointed to the space besides his shoes, that were neatly placed aside against the wall.

"Thank you." Was all you could say before sitting on the little stool he had, taking your shoes off and putting the pair of slippers he leaned you on.

"Now..." He started, slowly walking over to the living room, where you saw his computer set up on the table along with some papers, sticky notes and highlighters. " ...uh, I guess we should start." He said coldly, his gaze still holding that cold and sharp edge every time he spared a glance at you, who slowly became smaller and smaller over his presence. But still, it seemed that you didn't took notice of the way his edges softened a bit and his presence doubted, his facade stumbling for a few seconds.

"Mhm, let's start with whatever you want." You said, Jeongin noticing immediately how you looked everywhere but him, how you fidgeted with your rings and the way you ever so slightly moved your right foot to its side, you weren't nervous, he has seen you nervous before and this wasn't it, but he couldn't either pinpoint what the hell it could be so he just let it pass, it wasn't like you cared enough about him for it to be a topic.

Thursday, 1:33 p.m.

The first while was spent mostly by him talking about the presentation and how it should go, you just nodding along, mostly zoned out in your own thoughts than paying actual attention.

You were sat across Yang Jeongin in his living room, and somehow the room hadn't imploded the way Heeseung had teased you it would.

"Y/N!" Jeongin said rather loudly, his hand reaching out to shake your shoulder in an attempt to bring you back to reality. "Can you stop just nodding to everything I say and actually give me your opinion? This is not only my work; you know?" He said a bit harshly, kind of tired of the way you just agreed with him, he could tell you that the sky was fucking orange and you'd agree. "Why are you acting like this anyway? I thought you had a bit more of personality in you."

"Sorry." You answered rather quickly, averting his gaze, earning a sigh from him.

"Don't be sorry just- give me your opinion and stop thinking other stuff, that way we'll get done with all of this faster." He said, his voice lowering back to its normal volume, and slowly getting his body back in its place in the floor. "You need a break? I think I still have some snacks on the kitchen..." He suggested, his eyes unsure about whether he should.

Was he being nice? Like actually nice? To you?

"Uh- yeah sure, if it’s not a bother I wouldn't mind a break."

"It isn’t; you rather want something salty or something sweet?" He asked, getting up from his place, his back cracking a bit as he did so.

"I'd prefer something salty, thanks." You said, a small smile painted across your face as your eyes followed how he walked away, giving you a second to breathe and recompose yourself.

What the fuck dude? You though, your mind scolding you for how were acting so unsure, just giving him more reasons to not like you, but it wasn't like you cared, right?

Right?

Trying to calm your nerves your let your eyes dance around the boy's apartment, actually neater than you initially thought it would be, probably comparing it to your other male friends' houses.

The way he had it all organized and clean made you feel at ease, the decoration being actually really nice to look at with the colorful accents between all the white, plants here and there and a bunch of peculiar items in random furniture, as the red cassette player on a shelf, or the bunch of mini instruments all aligned on top of the sofa's back rest.

Just like that, scanning the room your eyes landed on the window, noting the way his apartment had a really nice view of the main street in front of it, not tall enough to see all the rooftops but tall enough to appreciate the architecture of the buildings nearby without disrupting the view of the sky, which right now was tinted in different tones of gray, covered in a blanket of heavy dark clouds that brought a menace of a storm, your mind remembering how your umbrella was left back at your place, resting on your room's doorknob.

"It turned really dark really quickly huh." A voice muttered from behind you, Jeongin coming back with a bowl of snacks on his hand and two bottles of some drink on the other, lending one to you as he placed the bowl in between you two. All the calmness you had collected escaping through the crack between your fingers unexpectedly, your muscles stiffing a bit as you took the bottle from his grasp and putting it aside, his eyes following your movements carefully. It was like you felt scared by him, almost as if he was dangerous, and he didn't like that.

"Yes." You nodded, eyes glued to the papers in front of you.

"So... you prefer taking on the first half or the second?" He asked rather awkwardly again, his gaze dancing through the mess of papers before finally settling on you, searching for your own eyes. "Y/N?"

"Oh, oh right, um... I don't know actually, you choose."

"I've already chosen half of all the work, you choose something too." He muttered, his attention focused on the way your eyes looked at all the highlighted papers, mind wondering why were you so weird towards him now. "Hey, I know you don't like me but I think we should make it work at least until we present, Y/N. I actively don't think it is that hard to answer such a simple question."

A donkey talking about ears. You thought before actually processing his words. "I'm the one who doesn’t like you?" You couldn't help but ask, how dare he say such a thing if he is the one that caused all of this I-avoid-you-and-you-avoid-me relationship between you.

"What do you mean?" His eyebrows furrowed, concerned eyes falling on yours that finally looked up to him. "I think it’s rather obvious."

"If one of us were to hate the other let me tell you it is definitely you."

"What? I don't hate you Y/N." He spoke, his voice genuinely concerned about where you got that information, false information, by the way.

"Oh you don't? Then why the heck was you so rude to me last semester and act so intimidating around me all the goddamn time? Huh? And not to mention all the avoiding." You said back, your eyes now unable to leave his, reading through his emotions just as he did with yours, finding a new found confidence in you, a confidence that suited you.

"I- You thought I disliked you because I acted intimidating?" His voice made a really intended emphasis on the last word.

"Well yes, what else would you expect me to think from that? And those two times you switched partners."

"I... you are right but, I don’t hate you Y/N, I thought you did."

The confusion each of you felt was beyond words, he was now trying to explain his behavior and all you were trying to do was to comprehend what the hell he was referring to, neither of you liking were the other was going.

"I did?"

"Yeah, you acted so vain and condescending around me on our first semester of the career I thought you hated me so I just acted the same way with you."

"Our first sem- When did we even talked during then?"

"Your friend was dating mine, remember? We met on that party your friend group invited mine." He said, explaining it all as if it was obvious. Silent settling between you two as the gears on your mind worked, unable to find his face in your memories, but it wasn't like you had a lot of memories from that night either.

"You were there?" Was all you could ask, pointing at him with the highlighter in your hand.

"Well duh, of course I was, I was Changbin's roommate during that time and all. I was dragged there." He said, his body leaning back to rest against the sofa behind him, an arm draped over it as you two talked, what an interesting turn of events.

"We met?" "You ask once again, apparently all you could do since all he was saying was not in your mind, at all.

"You don't remember?" Every question you asked, the more he thought you joked, but your face told the total opposite.

"No I- I don't remember seeing you there., along with a bunch of other things."

"I was the one that... you know what? It doesn't matter. Let's-"

"No, no, you cannot leave the topic now Yang Jeongin, what did I did that I was condescend and vain about?"

"You truly don't remember," He deadpanned, his brows almost becoming one in the middle of his forehead, his eyes wide upon you as he scanned your face for any gesture that meant it all as a joke.

"I ended that party kinda badly, in case you apparently didn’t noticed."

"No, I noticed. believe me, I took you home, Y/N."

"You- what?"

"You were so wasted after a couple of drinks your friends asked me to take you home." He started explaining. "You weren't able to even walk in a straight line and it didn't felt right to leave you on an uber alone so I went with you."

"You talked a lot that night, about a lot of things, we actually had fun, I think." He kept on talking, watching as your face morphed into an even more confused expression. "I left you in your apartment, you threw up on the bathroom a bit and then you flopped in your bed, after that I just left."

"I... I have no memory of that, I remember the hang over but not much of the party, I just assumed my friend and Changbin had dropped me at home, no one told me it was you."

"Well that explains why you ignored me after that." He mutters, your voice held so much doubt and at the same time so much sincerity he couldn't help but believe you. "I went to say hi to you the next day and you just flew by me, I believed you didn't like me after your drunk episode, I guess I did get kinda resented by that so I acted cold but I blamed you."

"No I swear I, I had no idea, if I had remembered I wouldn't have ignored you, it actually did throw me off the way you suddenly started acting colder when I thought we were strangers."

Now you felt bad, both of you felt bad, giving each other the cold shoulder for now almost a year because of nothing.

"Well, we weren't, at least in my head." He said, hand flying back to rub his neck, his gaze looking at a side, yours becoming too much for a moment.

"I now get that." You answered, nodding as silence settled in, again. "I guess now you switched partners because you thought I didn0t liked you."

"Yeah, and I guess you felt bad..."

"Yeah..." Suddenly, in the silence between your talking, droplets of water started falling against the window. "Sorry I didn't remembered you."

"Is not on you, I'm sorry I never talked it out with you."

"No one told me, don't worry about it now." And once again, both of your heads nodding to each other, slowly meeting each other gazes again, but now each holding a less hostile aura, trying to amend things. "So... it was just a big misunderstanding?" You asked, your voice tinier.

"Yeah... yeah I guess so."

"And, we're good now?"

"If you say we're good then we're good." He said, his facial expression genuine as he shrugged at your words.

"Alright."

"Okay."

"Okay..." Slowly, your eyes fell to the bottle in your hands, completely forgetting you had it until it started wetting your clothing. "Tea?" You asked, a little bit smilier as you stared at the label in the bottle, having spot this brand in the supermarket halls couple of times.

"Yeah I- uh, didn't knew if you wanted anything to drink so I brought one in case you liked it, if not I can go for a bottle of water or just leave it there." He rapidly sad, his mouth pressed on a resigned line as he regretted not going to buy more stuff in the morning, the thought of you not liking tea completely slipping his mind.

"Don't worry, I'll try it." You reassured, opening the bottle up and taking a small sip.

To Jeongin it was amusing the way your eyes spoke when you weren't avoiding his own, immediately lighting up after tasting the beverage, a glint of happiness behind them, telling him more than any other part of your face, making him smile a little bit, his mind recalling how they did the same that night a bunch of months ago. "You like it?"

"I love it, it's really good." You replied, taking another little sip, before realizing how far you two were from the work now but also not daring the break the cozy air surrounding your now cleared up minds. "We should keep on working."

"Yeah, yeah sure." He said, remembering all the mess on the coffee table, taking the bunch of papers in his hands and highlighting the most important parts for you to say as you got back to highlighting his before getting into actually finishing the PowerPoint. "Do you mind if I put on some music?" He asked, looking at you through his glasses, an index finger coming up to relocate them on the bridge of his nose.

"I don't, go ahead." You nodded, also don't minding the now comfortable silence between you, apparently talking things out really made a difference in people.

Around an hour later and a half, a bowl of chips and one third into a Spotify playlist you two are just giving the finishing touches to all of it just as you put the pen aside, your eyes scanning through the last bit of the information on the paper as Jeongin compared all you had done to the specified points your professor said to be evaluating.

"I think we are done." You whispered, putting the piece of scribbled paper at the end of the pile, glancing around to the mess you two had slowly created around the greenish carpet, rain falling heavily against the window of the apartment and a lighting illuminating the room just as the following thunder startled the two of you.

"Yeah, yeah I think we are." He said, rechecking that all of it was done and saved. "So..."

"I should probably get going back to my place." Your voice raised a bit, trying to talk over the increasing rain against the glass of the window, your hand picking up all the stuff spread on the floor.

"You got a car now?" He asked, doing the same as you.

"No, no, I... I was planning to walk over to my building."

"It’s in moments like this I question if you are talking seriously to me, Y/N." He said, taking his glasses off to clean them with his shirt while trying to look at you directly in your eyes, your confused face urging him to elaborate. "You planned on walking back with all that rain? Do you want to get hit by a lighting or something?"

"I just-"

"Stay a bit until it turns it down a bit, at least until there is no more lightings." He offered, putting the book over the pile of paper on his coffee table before standing up to put all of it on the kitchen isle, away from the living room. "Unless you have somewhere else to be." He says, looking over his shoulder back at you.

"I don't." You finally say, thinking how staying couldn’t mean any harm now that you two were good.

"What do you want to do meanwhile? Watch a movie or something?"

"Whatever you want, I don't care." You shrug, getting up after being sat on the carpet for way too long now, whining a bit while stretching up, your muscles sore and your legs a bit numb, the clock on the wall ticking a bit over 3 p.m. "You got any movies?"

"Uh. we can just zap a bit and see if we find anything on the TV." He says, coming back with a refilled bowl of chips.

"Sounds good enough to me." You say, stretching your arms over your head to get the soreness away. "Where is the bathroom?"

Wednesday, 3:54 p.m.

If a week prior to today someone had told you you would be sat peacefully on a rainy afternoon with Jeongin's arm draped over the back of the sofa you are both are comfortably seating on and not in the middle of world war iii, you would have ushered them away with a smack in the back of their head.

But now, in this very moment it was a reality. You and Jeongin seating besides each other half way into Mission Impossible after finding it just starting on a random TV channel. "Jeongin?" You asked, head turning slightly towards him to look him in the face.

"Hm?" He hummed back, glancing at you through the corner of his eye.

"By any chance do you have a spare blanket or hoodie?" I'm kinda freezing right now."

"Sure, I think I have a blanket somewhere in my room, give me a sec." He said, the sofa shifting as his weight was being lifted off of it, his figure disappearing down the hall.

During the last hour you had figured Jeongin to be a really nice guy, even funny to be around, you now guessing you were just damned to see the worst of it by the dumb misunderstanding you two had around. His eyes were now quite cute to stare at, especially the way the crinkled into crescent moons when smiling or laughing, his bubbly laugh a lot better than the silence you use to hear from him, and his figure not intimidating at all.

"Here you go." He said, his hand lending you both a hoodie and a blanket, choosing both against the cold air that the rain brought into the apartment, the heaters not doing much in the middle of what was supposed to be spring. "Are you really that cold?"

"Well, yeah, I don't know how you stand there just like that." You say, scanning his bare feet and his short sleeved shirt, that didn’t seem to be thick. "You are not cold at all?" You now asked, passing your head through the oversized light blue hoodie and placing the blanket over the both of your legs.

"No, I guess I'm kinda used to it." He answers, taking the blanket off his legs, uncovering your own a bit.

"Kinda, meaning that you still feel cold." You state, teasing him as you put the fluffy blanket over him again, making him look at you with a fake face of being done.

"Whatever floats your boat." He surrenders putting both hands up in the air, just as he makes himself comfy besides you.

"You never told me what I did on the party tho..." You said after a while.

"Huh?"

"You know, acting both vain and condescending..."

"Its on the past now Y/N, you were drunk." He answer, disregarding your question. "Either way, how even you got that drunk? You didn't drank that much."

"I guess we'll never know." You shrug, grabbing some chips from the bowl on your lap. "Thank you for taking care of me." You mutter, his ears still picking up on it and smiling.

"Any time."

Well, maybe, the stupid presentation wasn't so bad after all, both of you now thankful you picked the paper with Yang Jeongin scribbled on it.

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problems in the middle of the night | lhs, s

pairing. dom!bf!heeseung x fem!reader

warning/includes. GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT, daddy kink, (slight) bulge kink, (slight) corruption kink, oral fixation, penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), nasty piece of work. but there's a little bit of fluff in it if you squint lol. DO NOT engage in any way if you're a minor.

disclaimer. THIS IS ONLY A WORK OF FICTION.

heeseung wakes up with a breathy moan. his heart raced as did the tent in his pants. great, he's fucking hard.

he glanced over the nightstand beside his bed, clock showing it's 01:51 a.m, and if that isn't the worst thing, it's the fact that he had you in his erotic dreams and now he's hard. you, on the other hand, appeared to be sleeping peacefully beside him, blissfully ignorant to the problem he's currently having.

now what the fuck is he supposed to do? he couldn't go back to sleep nor abandon his hard on even if his life depended on it. he needs to do something about it and he'd admit, he was growing needy. a little help would suffice.

so he started out with his asking for help by kissing your shoulder blades. feeling up your sides, his lips moved to the length of your neck, leaving wet kisses all over his trace. the action made you stir in your sleep. you were a light sleeper, any small disruption is enough to wake you up.

heeseung's lips ghosted on the shell of your ears, pressing a gentle kiss before he called out to you ever so lovingly, "baby. baby," his voice was as gentle as his touch, coaxing you from your deep slumber. "baby, we've got a problem." he cooes, hands now reaching the valley of your breasts, giving one of them a light squeeze.

now you're awake. "heeseung, what is it?" drowsiness was laced in your tone. you fought hard to crack your eyes open. instead of giving you a verbal answer, he opted to pressing his dick onto your hips instead, guiding one of your hands to craddle the tent.

"i'm sorry, baby. i didn't want to wake you." the tip of his pointy nose was tickling your neck now, as he moved down from your ear back to your neck, pressing down light kisses on the expanse.

"but it couldn't be helped." though sleepiness was very much still clouding over you, you knew what he was asking you to tend to.

the amount of love you have for this man is insane.

if being needy wasn't enough, now impatience creeps up on him too. he couldn't wait to get his hands all over you. inside you. but he needed you to give him consent. "can i, baby?" heeseung asked, a little breathy.

a small smile made its way to your face. the limb that sat on his dick reached around until it transitioned to his hair instead. fluffy, fluffy hair, resembling a cloud. you gave it a light ruffle. heeseung naturally leaned more into your touch, loving the way your fingers feel on him. on normal days he's an absolute sucker for your pretty little fingers. he still do, even now, but there's a more preferred place he'd rather have your fingers on. so he asked again, "hm, baby? give me an answer, sweetheart. i need to have you. i want to fuck you nice and slow. right now, baby. i need you right now."

fuck. he was basically pleading. but he couldn't fucking careless. it's weird, you thought. even in this mood, heeseung was able to set butterflies in your stomach. you gave him a small nod, before you decided. "go ahead, daddy."

go ahead, daddy.

daddy.

he's fucked.

heeseung wasted no more second after you gave him an okay. you were already lying halfway on your stomach since before he woke you up, so he climbed over you, nudging your legs apart. your nightgown was riding on your ass now that he's had you spread out prettily for him. he pushed up a leg, and your heart started to drum.

lee heeseung will never not get your heart skipping a beat. even now, even when he's about to prep you, even when he's casting your nightgown to god knows somewhere in the bedroom. you never once uttered a complaint through it all. you let him get his way with you. not because he owns you. but because all the trust and devotion accumulated over the years you spent with him had proven its worthwhile.

so when heeseung spread your dry folds with his fingers, you whimpered. you have just woken up, after all. heeseung played with the nub, fingers never really entering inside you. "daddy.." you moaned out. the waves of pleasure is starting to arrive on the scene. heeseung had his face close to your cunt now, giving the plump lips a light peck, while a finger slowly eased in.

he intended to make you wet first, before anything. and his method so far is successful. a wet muscle licked stripes on your folds, it had you moaning a little louder this time. simultaneously, his one finger pumped in and out of you, while he's licking and sucking your bud.

and now, you're fucked.

your arousal started pooling around your pussy, due to his diligent fixation. heeseung eased a second finger, smearing the wetness around the lips of your cunt. "fuck, daddy. f-feels so good." fuck, fuck, fuck. it felt so, so, soo fucking good. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his crazy oral fixation.

heeseung hummed a response. he sucked on your folds, with some of your juice sucked in too. his cock is even harder now. lord, you are the death of him.

then something pooled in your stomach. cum, you were going to cum. solely because of his fingers and tongue alone.

heeseung must've sensed this, the way your walls tightened around his three fingers now, as he had added another one just a little while ago. he raised his head, your juice daubed on his chin. "cum, sweetheart. cum on my fingers. then after this cum on my cock. over and over and over again." his words only heightened the feeling inside of you. your face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows knitted together as you bite down your pillow. your legs moved around hastily, you were unable to hold your cum no longer.

heeseung brought his face onto your pussy again. all it took was a lick over your folds, along with the nonstop draws of his thick, long fingers, and then you cummed. heeseung didn't stop his administration. instead, he slowed it down, helping you ride your orgasm. he smiled as he felt your walls are now much softer, more relaxed, ready to take him in.

heeseung withdrew his fingers out of you only to suck on them himself. tasting your cum, which he claimed as the sweetest ever. aside from your lips, that is. "good job, baby." he complimented you, and even with your face flushed out, he managed to get you blushing.

he rose up from his stance, blanket pooling on his legs, and he discarded his boxer, pulling out his god damn well endowed of a cock to give it a few slow stroke. you watched over your shoulder, pussy still spasming from the head he'd just given you. "gonna fuck you now, baby."

he didn't have to say that. if possible, your heart thrummed even harder than before.

with that, heeseung guided his hands onto your hips, pulling your ass back by a bit and raising them in the position he'd dreamt to take you tonight.

the clock is now 02:22 a.m.

he was showing no sign of stopping soon. in fact, lee heeseung had just gotten started.

your cheeks were smushed in the pillow now, given the position. "remember your safe words, baby?"

you gave him a confirming nod.

from there, heeseung pushed his fat cock into your hot, velvety walls. the two of you moaned in unison. the stretch was bearable, remember how he had prepped you with his three equally thick fingers. but it still stings. he was bigger than average, and longer too. god, you fucking love your boyfriend.

"look at it, baby. look how your pretty little hole is accomodating my cock. holy fuck. you're so hot." at this point, heeseung was a goner. "too big, yeah, baby?" though you couldn't see clearly, you could picture his stupid grin.

"too- too big.. but so good.." heeseung loved compliments. especially if it comes from you. especially if it's about him. especially if it's about how he's fucking you so damn sweet. honestly, fuck lee heeseung and his big, fat dick.

heeseung hasn't even entered himself all in. yet you feel so incredibly full already. you swear, you could feel him in your stomach.

he gave you few experimental thrusts at first, to make it easier for him to slide the remaining of his girth home. your moans took a higher pitch. "ah, ah, ah!" and lee heeseung fucking had the nerve to laugh.

your ass is hanging midair, and his dick is moving in and out of you. could this night get even better?

"breathe in and out, sugar. i'm going to bottoms up." you loved the way he's always, always giving you a heads up in whatever he's about to pull next. so you did as you were told, breathing in and out.

your toes curl when you feel heeseung pushing his hips tantalizingly slow into you, feeling every delicious stretch of his length, the veins protuding your walls. you couldn't close your mouth. you're all too fucked out now, and he hasn't even began fucking you properly.

"there we go. that wasn't so hard, was it? that's my girl."

that's my girl.

you're absolutely wrecked.

you were drooling. lee heeseung's dick had you drooling. whimpers were let out from you. you could feel every inch of him and he's filling you up so well.

then he rocked his hips. "daddy!" you yelped, out of both surprise and pleasure. "fuck, fuck! daddy!" the pool of blanket around his legs and yours began to follow his movement. he angled his hips a little higher as his arm rests on your the small back of your waist, pushing your ass down by a bit, and then he pistons inside you. you fucking screamed. "ahhh, daddy!"

"sweetheart. baby. sugar." heeseung groaned out. "your pussy. mine. mine." he punctuated his words with a set of hard thrusts. "only mine." he had you crying for real now. from the position the two of you took, the tip of his dick was abusing your sweet spot continuously. have you ever been fucked so good that you cried from pleasure?

"you. all of you. the whole of you." he declared. his dick is in your stomach now. you're sure of it. when he pulled out his cock, leaving the tip kissing your folds, he muttered, "you're only mine. all mine." and then he dived right back into you.

"yes! yes—ah! ah! y-yours!" you had to drag out the "o" and your hands are balling the sheets. "daddy!" he loved it. he loved hearing you scream. he loved fucking you good. he loved loving you. "and i'm only yours, sweetheart." he whispered, though midway through his sentence, he choked and grunted in pleasure. "until the end of time."

you couldn't contain your moans. not when your boyfriend's thick cock has made a home for itself in your pussy.

"so—good!" look at you. you failed to find it in you to form coherent sentence.

his pace had gotten quicker. he had picked them up, and your folds made a squelching sound from the collective arousal of you and your boyfriend. "uh, uh!" you attempted to wipe the tears from your face, but heeseung had interlocked his fingers with yours before you could even reach your eyes. his other hand was hoisting your hips up in an angle that presses down that exact bundle of nerves in you. your thighs began to shake.

"a mess. you're a me—ss." he stuttered in between his words. it only go so far to prove that this rutting is affecting him too. very intensely.

you let go of his fingers to reach around your back, placing your hand on his pelvis. "y—yellow.." you muttered out.

yellow. a change of position. he smiled and slowed his tempo down.

heeseung had set your bums down, with his dick very much still in you. then, he turned you around so carefully, until your eyes are meeting his. your hair has gotten all over your face, but he didn't mind. he took one leg over his shoulder, and bent down to press a quick kiss on your lips, your inner thighs burning at the action.

now, you're all in his view. your face. your perky, round mounds. chest rising up and down. the curve of your sides. your slick, wet core. still attached to his dick. if you glance down, you could see the wide stretch. luckily for heeseung, he didn't need to glance down, for it's all before him already.

heeseung left a peck on your leg, dangling over his shoulder. he took one of your arms, giving your knuckles a peck, too. and then his hips stirred. "..!" you weren't alarmed. "oh!"

your eyes almost screwed shut due to how deep he's hitting inside of you. the expression you had on was dumb, and there's only one person to blame: fucking lee heeseung. he abandoned his hold on your legs and fingers, his hands now clamming your sides, pressing you down on him.

"fuck, baby. look." following his order, your eyes trailed to where he's looking. your stomach. you could feel his dick moving. no, you could see his dick moving. that seem to drove him even further south. "fucking hell, sweetheart. your cunt is too tiny, the way it stretched at my width. and now i'm reaching your stomach. you're driving me crazy."

as if he wasn't driving you crazy too. you arched your back at his comments and his thrusts, chants of his name falling out of your lips. "da—ddy! ah, ah!" you dragged out the "a", your eyes rolling back. "slow—down!" heeseung's forehead creased, pounding into you like a mad man quelching his thirst, he was unavailable to comply to your request. your commands only made him set his pace quicker.

you're going to cum. heeseung is moving way too rapid, every drag of his cock are designated into assaulting your sweet spot. if you were drooling on your pillow before, now you're drooling in your face.

"eugh! da—ddy," your throat was hoarse from screaming. he could feel the way your walls closed on him. it made him choke, struggling to keep up with his own pace.

"yes, baby? what is it that you need?" the leg on his shoulder is shaking, and you're bucking your hips wildly.

"c—cum.. i need to cum.."

"then cum, baby. all over my cock." was all it took for you to spasm all around his length, coating them with your fluids. heeseung leaned down to leave kisses on your neck while you were chasing your high, muttering praises that were lost in the hazy feeling you were having from pleasure. "that's my girl. good job, baby."

heeseung's hips faltered into a series of slow thrusts. he lied about fucking you nice and slow. none of this was nice nor slow. it was intoxacting, all consuming.

you were in and out of consciousness when heeseung tapped your waist. "stay with me, sweetheart. we're not done yet."

the clock is now 03:49 a.m. on most days, heeseung is a man of words. he keeps his promises and says things from the bottom of his heart. but once in awhile, in cases like tonight, he felt like having a cheat day.

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