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a-wolfs-bad-moon-rising · 1 year

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Modern Buddha x Reader Smut Working Nights

(I’m really on a Buddha phase lately so bare with me ;) )

Great this was just. Great. This shift at work utterly sucked. And what was worse was that I had to worked a double. And the closing shift ends at 2am. So I am exhausted. I have been here all day dealing with people and coworkers. Not to mention on top of it my boss got so frustrated with the shift himself that he called me into his office and chewed me out.

Now I was tired and super heated about all of it. I unfortunately have to work here to pay the bills until I can find a better job. With no luck so far, I am stuck here. Ugh I just wanted to get my mind off of it.

After work I was going to Buddha’s house. I met him at a gym we both frequent and he is super nice.

He very good for support and pushing me to do better.

He is actually the reason I decided to quit my shit job. We got to talking about it the day we met and I was rage working out. And he’s tried to help he as much as he could since then, looking at my resume with me and hyping me up before interviews.

Ugh I cannot wait to be done with this job. Especially with this shift. I just wanted to go over to Buddha’s house, get drunk, and fall asleep to a movie. I was off the next couple of days so I was fine drinking heavily. We were going to have a fun time.

I knew he was up because he was texting with me all night. He was getting just as pissed off as me. Actually he was more pissed off than me. So I intentionally left out the part about my boss chewing me out. I really just wanted a hug from him to make the night better.

The minute I was able to clock out, I was ready. Everyone else waited, not wanting to set me off anymore. I put my punch in and left that horrible place. I went out to my car and sat there for a moment in my seat. I turned my car on and gripped the steering wheel.

And then I cried a little. It was an overwhelming shift, and the yelling, and all the issues were enough to unravel me. I was just tired of it all. I turned on my headlights and drove the familiar route to Buddha’s house. I felt relieved turning into his complex. And again, I knew he was home, but seeing his car in the parking lot made me happy. I pulled into an empty space and stopped. I got out and reached into my backseat for the bag I packed.

I walked towards his building and then up the stairs until I was in front of his door. I knocked carefully and a few seconds later he opened and smiled at me. I made my move. I reached up and wrapped my arms around him and nuzzled into a hug. He held me tightly.

“Awe okay c’mon crazy let’s get inside.” He laughed. He moved and I went inside his apartment. It was warm and welcoming. I set my bag down and turned to face him. His smile dropped and he stepped closer. He hands when under my chin and he looked at my face closely. I don’t know why I felt flustered so suddenly.

“Why were you crying?”

Oh he saw my puffy eyes. I bit my lip.

“Was work really that bad?” He looked concerned.

“It was.” I replied and then I moved my foot around nervously, I knew he knew there was something else. So I looked up at him and told him all that I had left out during the night. He hugged me again and swayed.

“Why didn’t you tell meeeee that.” He said but not in a scolding way.

“I’m sorrryyy.” I told him. He laid his cheek on my head in a cute ‘grumpy’ way.

He pulled me toward the couch and he had set everything up. He had actually complained at me for taking too long at work. I sat down on the couch next to him.

“Let’s watch something to take your mind off of it.”

“Okay.” I felt so much better already. He popped open some alcohol for me and I sat back. Before the movie started I had gotten up and changed out of my work clothes. I got comfortable next to Buddha with my drink in hand.

We stayed up for a while and I have to admit I drank more than I probably should have. Me and Buddha got very close to each other. There was no denying our attraction. I think we were still getting used to one another. Trying to spend a lot of time together before we made any decisions. Of course we have spent the night together a few times, like I am tonight. But never anything other than cuddling or hugging. We never even kissed before.

Tonight I felt a lot of tension. Not uncomfortable. Thinking about it the boldness was probably brought on from the heavy alcohol intake. We both did drink a lot, Buddha could handle his liquor more than me any day.

I don’t remember how, but we ended up cuddling. He spooned me from behind and dragged his fingers up and down my waist. My attention was no longer on the movie. The colors flashed but barely registered. Then I felt him lean in close and smell my hair. And he pulled me closer. I didn’t protest.

“You smell so good nghh.” He said lazily

I smiled and snuggled more against him. He stopped moving his hand down my side for a moment and then started a tickle assault.

I busted out laughing and he sat up tickling me harder. I kicked my legs out and was trying to get away from him but he kept me still.

“S-Stop you ass.” I wheezed. I started crying it was too much and my sides hurt from the laughing. Buddha moved more and ended up on top of me. And then his attack subsided.

We stared at each other for a minute heavy breathing. I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed. I stared back at him feeling my desire increase.

I looked at his lips. They looked so inviting. He lowered down and kissed me. I felt a shock, his lips felt so good. We kept going and he moved his head changing the angle. It felt so good and we were getting more breathless. He moved to my neck and bit down. I jumped at the sudden harsh contact.

He looked into my eyes again. He squeezed my hips. I noticed finally just how hard he was.

“Can I take this off?” He asked hand twisted in my shirt.

“Yes.” I said weakly wanting to continue. I sat up and he leaned back and he helped me take it off. He was being careful with me and I appreciated it, but I wanted to feel more. I took my bra off for him. His eyes widened and he moved to kiss and bite my neck again. He sat up again to take his own shirt off and he laid back over me. I kissed at his neck and shoulder and felt his back.

“My bed’s a lot more comfy.” He stated still licking my neck. His voice dropped a lot lower and it was a huge turn on.

“Take me there please.” I told him. He moved to stand and brought me with him. He picked me up and wound my legs around him. He took us to his room and kept the light off. He laid me down in his unmade bed. Slowly we kept kissing and I had slid my underwear and shorts off. He completely stripped as well and laid down on me.

Carefully he ground into me and it felt good. He turned me around to mark and kiss down my back. I arched my back up, his cock slipping and rubbing against my pussy. The slick feeling excited me more because I knew it’d be easy for him to go inside.

“Do you like that baby?” He gruffed. The first time he called me that.

“Yes Buddha, yes” I squirmed. I moved my ass back and forth wanting to feel more of him. He laughed a little and pushed me down forcing my chest into the mattress. He slid his strong bicep under my body and hiked me up so my ass was up and inviting. I mewled into the sheets and gripped them tightly. Clenching and unclenching as my body tensed in excitement. He leaned down over me, his strong chest pushing into my back. “We can’t go back after this.” He started.

“I know, please, please God Buddha, now, Now!” i begged him. I needed him to enter me. I need to feel him pushing inside me and pounding into my pussy until I cum all over him. I needed the relief and to feel owned.

“Yes baby girl. Good girl.” He said kissing my neck. He pushed my ass down a bit spreading my thighs more. And then he dragged his cock up from my clit to the entrance.

“Oh baby I can’t.” He started. I was afraid he’d stop but instead he railed his cock deep into my pussy. The jolt almost caused my legs to give and there was a slight burning sensation. He gripped my hips and forced them to stay in place and not slip anymore. He forced his way completely inside me and I tossed my head and arched my back more. The aggression was intense and a complete difference from the gentle kissing moments before. His hips were rough pounding into me and he brought his hand up and smacked my ass. The loud crack it made echoed and I jerked forward moaning.

“Oh no you don’t.” He said dominately I moaned at the aggression. This is not a side of him I never say but I wasn’t complaining. He yanked my body back and fucked me hard. Going as deep as possible.

“Good you feel so good.” He groaned out

“It feels, oh fuck, it feels so good.” I moaned out to him. He smacked my ass again hard, in the same place. Then he flipped me onto my back and came back down. Forcing my legs open and shoving back inside me again. He gripped my thighs roughly, I could feel his finger nails. I arched up at him and he took the chance to bite my breasts. I squealed at the exciting feeling.

“Yes, yes harder Buddha.” He railed into me and kissed me his tongue brushing against the roof of my mouth. He gave me three hard thrusts and I felt myself about to cum.

“I-I’m coming, I’m gonna cum.” I told him.

“Oh yes come all over my cock good girl.” I felt the feeling get stronger and with each thrust he got me closer.

And finally I came. I squeezed down hard on his thick cock and I screamed.

“Oh. Ohhh yes good girl.” He grunted and kept thrusting to work me through it. He ke became more erratic until he pulled out and finished on my stomach. He groaned and then fell next to me.

I was trying to catch my breath.

“I’m. I’m glad you feel the same way.” I forced out. He picked his head up and looked at me. I could barely see his face from the light coming in from the living room.

“Of course I do. I’ve wanted to ask you out a couple of times.” His breathing was leveling out.

“I uh, guess we’re past that point then?” I laughed.

“Well if this means you’ll go out with me?”

I moved closer to him and kissed him.

“I’d love to.”

He got up to get fresh boxers and threw one of his clean shirts my way. I struggled to put it on, my body feeling to heavy to move. He crawled into his bed with me and intertwined our legs.

“Goodnight baby girl.” He said kissing my head. I leaned up and kissed his neck.

“Goodnight Buddha.” I felt so much love in my chest. I’m glad my shitty night ended in the best way possible.

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hikariix · 4 years

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@ererictober + Wings Day 10 : Cosplay

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givemequeen · 5 years

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she’s leaving home ; paul x reader

request: p1: where the reader is pregnant and can’t go out too much cause she’s having twins and maybe she’s really sensitive so she stays home.Paul starts going out a lot and comes home late and sometimes doesn’t come home at all.Your really sad but brush it off cause he’s stress enough.One day, Paul and the others are having a party and invite you but you can’t come but plan to surprise them and then you see him with a girl on his arm and leave. You start acting distant the way he does and ignoring him. p2: AHHHH I FORGOT TO SAY THAT IT WAS A PAUL X READER! I’m the anon that requested the pregnant with twins angsty story. SORRRYYY AND THANK YOU SO MUCH! I love ur angsty writings UwU a/n: bro :( lmao i forgot the word compartment so i went through my Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone book to find it pairing: paul x reader summary: the request word count: 2,567 (hahaha, didn’t do it on purpose (567))

“3 more months.” you thought. “Just 3 more months.” you looked down at your growing belly. At your last doctor’s appointment, Paul and you had found out you were having twins and you were very ecstatic and happy.

What you weren’t happy about was Paul’s recent behaviour. He had been going out an awful lot, you didn’t blame him. He was young, famous and rich. If he wanted to have fun with his friends you couldn’t stop him. But it was every night and, for God's sake, you were pregnant!

Sometimes he wouldn’t even come home and you would wake up in your cold and empty bed. He would come back during lunch time, still drunk and with a messy look. Paul would say he had stayed at John’s, Ringo’s or George’s and you were scared of asking them if he had stayed at theirs.

What if he was lying? Did you want to know the truth? What if he wasn’t lying? You didn’t want him to think you didn’t trust him. Would they even tell you the truth or would they protect their best friend?

A million questions would run through your mind as you stared at your cereal bowl. You hadn't seen Paul since yesterday morning when he left to go to the studio. The door opening starled you but you quickly calmed down when you saw Paul come inside, or more like fall inside.

“Paul...” you sighed as he threw his coat onto the coat hanger.

“I’m sorry yn... I should have called... I stayed with John.” he quickly said but did you believe him? You nodded and helped him go to your shared bedroom. He fell onto it and quickly fell asleep. You sighed once more, when was he going to learn?

***

For dinner, the guys all came over to your’s and Paul’s place. You cooked something nice for everyone and got ready. Ringo, George and John came together so you only had to open the door once.

“There’s a party tomorrow night, want to come yn?” asked John once you had all sat down.

“Oh I don’t know, I’m really tired recently,” you said as you served the food.

“Come on, please?” insisted John.

“Sorry John but being pregnant with twins does that to you.” you sat back down and John dropped the subject and moved on to another one. “Should I surprise them all and go to the party?” you thought as the conversation evolved.

***

Paul had left a couple hours ago and as soon as he left you had begun getting ready. You only had one dress that fit you at this point of the pregnancy so you slipped that on. You didn’t dare to wear heels and luckily you had a nice pair of comfortable sandals.

You put a little bit of makeup before going downstairs and getting a taxi that would drive you to the party. After paying the driver you got off and went up to the busy house. Even from outside, you could hear the thumping music.

The street was filled with cars and there were people around the house drinking. You walked up to the house and opened the door, the music nearly leaving you deaf. You looked around the house trying to find people you knew.

You went through the sea of people and into the living room. And that’s when all your deepest fears came true. Everything you had suspected was true, everything you feared was true.

Paul was sat on a couch surrounded by woman, he even had one of them sat on his lap. Your smile fell and so did your heart. How could he do this to you? You were so disgusted, had he slept with any? He was looking away but you could tell it was him, who else could it be?

You didn’t think twice before running back out of the house and getting another taxi to take you home. You tried not crying in the taxi as to not cause a scene. Once the taxi reached your home you rushed inside and threw your shoes off. In a blur, you changed into your pyjamas and jumped onto the bed.

Your world became blurry as the tears started to spill. You rubbed your pump and cried even more. How could he do this to you when you were pregnant? Was he not thinking about his children? Was he that selfish that we would let them grow up with divorced parents or in a broken family?

***

The next morning you woke up with Paul by your side. He had his arm over you and you were disgusted. You pushed it away and luckily for you he didn’t wake up. You rushed to the bathroom when a sick feeling washed over. After cleaning yourself up and you went to the kitchen to eat what the babies were craving.

“Morning,” said Paul from behind you making you scoff, how could he just talk to you? “Everything okay?”

“Yes.” you snapped. Paul shrugged it off, probably the pregnancy. Little did he know you knew his secret. You watched as he made his coffee, as he lived his life as though nothing had happened. As though he hadn’t destroyed your family by sleeping around.

For the next couple of weeks, you avoided him at all costs. Whenever he made plans you claimed you were sick or not up for him. He started getting worried when you began ignoring him. Paul would call out your name from the living room and you wouldn’t answer leaving him with no other option but to go all the way to your room.

“yn!” he said from the doorway.

“What?!” you snapped, that’s how it had been recently. You had been snapping at him all the time.

“What’s wrong?” Paul asked, sitting down next to you on the bed. You scoffed and returned to your book as you rolled your eyes. “yn...”

“Fuck off cunt,” you said leaving him a little taken back.

“What did I do?”

“What did you do?” you asked in disbelief. “I don’t know... Let me think...” you sarcastically said. “Cheat on me maybe?” once the words left your mouth there was no going back.

“Cheat- Cheat on you?” Paul asked, his voice absolutely broken. “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know Paul. Maybe it was you going out every night? Not coming home? Staying at your “friend’s house”? Or maybe it was when I saw you with a girl sitting on your lap!” you said with disgust.

“What girl?” he asked making you scoff again.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to deny it? At least own up to it!”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

“Really? The party John invited me to?” you asked trying to refresh his memory.

“yn...” Paul looked down and shook his head. “That wasn’t me, you have to believe me.”

“You-You're joking, right?” you stood up and ran your hands through your hair. Paul stood up as well, standing on the other side of the bed.

“I’m not!”

“I saw you!”

“You saw someone else! I would never do that to you! I’ll admit it, I’ve been partying too hard, way too much and I should have been home with you. Helping you and being there for you.” Paul said moving a bit closer to you but stopping when you backed away.

“I can’t fucking believe you... Just admit it.” you said as tears began streaming down your cheeks.

“I won’t admit something I haven’t done love.”

Love

“Don’t you trust me?” he asked making you shiver. Just what you feared.

“I want to be alone... Just go.” you turned and looked out the window. Paul hesitated, all he wanted to do was hug you and say everything was going to be alright, that he was sorry for not being home but he had to respect your wishes so he left you alone. You had your hand over your mouth and you were questioning your memory. Who had you seen?

That night Paul slept outside on the couch while you laid awake staring at the roof. Occasionally you would glance next to you wishing Paul was there and that nothing had gone wrong but you couldn’t change the past, you couldn’t change what you had done.

You had to leave, you had to get out. Go home, visit your mum, your dad, your siblings. At 3 am you gave up on sleeping and began packing your suitcase. You did surprisingly quickly, all you had to do is leave. You went down the corridor and stopped when you passed the living room.

His soft snores filled the quiet room and you felt bad. You couldn’t just leave when things got hard. But you had to you, it was what was best for both of you. Get some space and time to think. But you couldn’t run away, you wrote a little note.

I need space and time to think, yn

You frowned at it and set it down on the coffee table before getting your suitcase and hopping onto a taxi that took you to the train station. The station was quiet and empty considering it was nearly 5 am. You booked a ticket to the town your parents lived in, you were surprised they even had trains that went there.

Once you found your assigned compartment and smiled when you realised it was empty. You somehow managed to put the suitcase in the overhead compartment and finally fell asleep on the seat. Unfortunately, the ride wasn’t too long so you didn’t have much time to sleep.

When the train harshly stopped you jumped up. It took you some time to get adjusted to the light but once the corridor began filling up you got your luggage and left the train. You flagged down a taxi and gave your parent’s address. It was 7am according to your watch.

Considering it was Saturday a normal family would be asleep, but not yours. You remember your childhood days when you had to wake up at 7:30 am even on weekends as to ‘not waste time’. You hated it but once you left your house you still woke up early.

Your parents weren’t too strict. In fact, that was one of the only rules they had. Of course, you had a time you had to be home by and you couldn’t drink if you were under the legal age. Surprisingly they let you have guys over as long the door was a little bit open.

The taxi stopped pulling you out of your trip down memory lane. You paid the driver and smiled as you got out. They helped you with your luggage and sped away once you were by the door. You knocked and waited for someone to open the door.

Another smile was plastered on your face when your mum opened the door. She smiled just as big. “YN! What are you doing here?” she asked as she hugged you tightly. “You’ve gotten big- DARLING, YN’S HERE!” you mum yelled. You heard shuffling from the kitchen and two pairs of feet rushing out the kitchen.

Your dad and younger sister rushed towards you with big smiles just like your mum. They hugged you, carefully not to hurt you. “Where’s Paul?” asked your dad as he brought your luggage in and closed the door. You frowned at the name and wiped a tear away.

“Oh, honey, what’s wrong?” asked your mum as she guided you into the living room. You sat down on the couch and hugged your mum as you broke down into tears.

“I thought he was cheating on me! Staying out late every night, sometimes not even coming home. And the last straw was when I saw another woman sat on his lap at a party.” you explained once you calmed down. Your dad and sister had left the two of you.

“What did he say?” your mum asked, knowing you would have said something to him by now if not you wouldn’t be here.

“He said it wasn’t him...”

“You believe him?” she asked with no judgement, her arms still wrapped around you.

“I- I don’t know... Why would he lie? Not like him to lie... Or cheat...” you said questioning your judgement.

“You shouldn’t have left...”

“I know mum!” you snapped instantly regretting it. “Sorry...” you mumbled. “I just need space, time to think, y’know?” you added.

“Yeah, I’ll go make your room. You can stay here as long as you want, okay?” you nodded and went to the bathroom to freshen up. Once your mum was done she called you and your sister helped you up with your luggage. It saddened everyone seeing you like this so (your sister’s name) sat you down on your bed and began telling you everything going on with her life.

She reminded you of you and Paul when you were younger. She talked about boys in her high school and her school and social life. She told you about what she wanted to do after high school, what she wanted to do in university. Soon enough your mind was cleared and before dinner (your sister’s name) went downstairs to help your dad cook.

You were looking around your old room when your mum called you to go downstairs, you thought it was for dinner but you were wrong. She had a worried look on her face and on her left hand was the house’s phone. You frowned knowing what was going to happen.

“We’ll leave you alone.” your mum said before disappearing into the closed kitchen.

“Hello?” you asked even though you knew who it was.

“yn...” Paul said finally relieved. “You scared me, I’ve been calling everyone. You weren’t with John, Ringo, George or with any of your friends. What were you thinking?” you scoffed at his question.

“I asked for time and space and the first thing you do it look for me? Paul do you not know what space means?” you snapped at him.

“Yes yn, sorry but I was worried.”

“Okay, sorry for running off but I needed to think.” you fell into an awkward silence.

“I didn’t cheat, I swear it,” Paul said breaking the silence. “Why would I lie?”

“Why does anyone lie?” you knew you were wrong but there was a slight chance he could be lying. If he wasn’t, then who did he see? “Paul, who did I see then?” you asked as you leaned agaisnt the wall.

“I- I don’t know but it wasn’t me. The guys and I were... getting stoned upstairs with a couple of other guys who can vouch for me,” Paul said with shame, he knew you didn’t like it when he took drugs especially with two kids on the way.

“Stoned guys who can vouch for you?” you joked. Paul relaxed when he heard you laugh on the side of the phone. “Okay Paul, I believe you. I’m sorry,” you added quietly.

“No, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t go out so much, I should be with you more.”

“Paul I don’t want you to stop having fun because of me.” you said.

“I know, I know. But I want to be with you more often, I promise.”

“Okay Paulie.” he smiled at the pet name.

“Come home?”

“I’ll be there tomorrow.”

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crazy-half-horse · 2 years

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hi, i am sorry everyone for not having posted in a while.

life wasn't too kind to me lately.

the more i am home, the less it feels like it and the more i remember why i moved away in the first place.

as a joke i have been casually telling people that's all my fault (like everything, bad grades? on me! brexit? yep, me. your diarrehea? sorrryyy.) because that's something my parents joked about.

the more i live with them, the more i understand that... at this point it isn't a joke for them anymore. they really do blame me for everything.

my sister continues to be an overachiever, in every aspect possible, and she really, really, REALLY likes to remind me just how well she does. about which i am really happy for her, but there is no need to tell me, every day, how much she makes, and how much more she makes now than i'll ever make. like, good job, now stop talking, thanks.

my dad blames my mom for me not talking to him for a decade. i won't talk to him not because of my mom, but because he said that no one will ever love me if i won't change every single thing about my personality, he never apologized, and even forgot that he told me that.

my mom didn't interrupt him. they honestly blame me for their marriage problems. i was a 15 year old kid, with parents blaming them for everything, a big sister being a goody 2 shoe, a little sister being the main attraction, me. having gender, and sexual identity issues, and a couple of suicidal friends. Of course was i a dickhead. who wouldn't be? but goddamn, i tried my fucking best.

sorry, i have been rambling about the past...

well, i am unemployed, single, a recovering alcoholic, lonely (all my friends are abroad), and honestly... just fucking... idk... empty

i hate everything about living back at home unnecessary traumatic and wish i could live on my own again...

#sorry #ugh #it's all been a lot lately #i'd rather not be right fucking now #and it's so damn fucking hard to stay sober #like SO HARD

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you-andthebottlemen · 7 years

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Hi Evangeline! I am so glad I found your blog, it always makes me so happy, you make me happy 💕 I hope things are working out for you and that you have a source of happiness because you definitely deserve it and that's what you are to so many people 💛 i love you too! (5,16,22,24,41,55,104,196) xxx Stella

Hi Stella!!! How are you??Thank you again for your kind words! You're actually so lovely I can't. And yeah things are going okay - pretty crazy. Today is moving day. Hence the lack of stories ugh :( sorrryyy I feel terrible. I won't disappear forever though I promise. Just for a little bit since I won't have a computer for a month. And thank you for asking these!!5: favourite colour Green ever since I was a kid (when I was little I said green was my favourite because it's "the colour of nature") but lately I'm obsessed with red.16: favourite bookOmg that's a tough one. Im gonna say Paper Towns by John Green. It's not necessarily my favourite but it's the first one that comes to mind because after reading it I really reexamined how I viewed people and ideas and my perception of the things around me.22: favourite animal Dogs!!!!!24: favourite movie Again, such a tough one! I'll give you a few....Palo AltoKill Your DarlingsAsthmaVirgin Suicides Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind 41: have you pre named your children?No I haven't because I don't want kids. Yet for some reason I think about potential baby names quite a lot?? It's weird. So maybe kind of yes and kind of no???? 55: your dream vacation Ummmmm. Preferably a European country. A small but sweet apartment surrounded by the essentials such as a station/bus stop, bakery, deli etc. and being able to go out and explore or sit in cafes and visit quirky shops or spend the day wandering streets and taking photos and just taking in local life or stay inside and curl up in bed or on a couch or take a bath and read a book while music is playing or cook lazy meals and chill out. Either alone or with someone I love / a best friend. I'm not into big touristy things or site seeing, I prefer meeting people, relaxing, exploring, local life etc. so a very chilled out vacation where I can just do what I want and not be rushed to see and do things. 104: (here's what I think about) the futureI think I may have already done this one. Anyway, the future scares me and excites me depending on how far ahead we are talking. I'm excited for the next few months and can't wait to see what it brings. But being middle aged terrifies me.196: my eye colour isBlue/grey with tiny bits of green and hazel. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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iraacundus · 7 years

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Blind Dates - Taeyong

Sorry, this took me so long to post and that I have been gone for the last three days. My german teacher has been at me about the exchange I’m going on so I had to do extra work so I’m very sorrryyy. Pray for me I have to make a new friend in german so this will be harddd. Hope you enjoy this have a good day - Em x

Request: Can you do a scenario your friends set up a blind date for you and it turns out your brother's best friend Taeyong? Thank you

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1562

“Yeah, but y/n,” your friend said to you practically pleading you at this point. “You haven’t been on a date in months and months,”. You still shook your head.

“And I don’t want to go on a date especially when I don’t know who it is and you won’t even show me a picture. What if he murders me?!” You pointed out picking up your bag and standing up from the bench you had been sitting on.

“I promise he is not a murderer,” Your friend replied. She had the cheekiest grin on her face. “I also promise he is super nice and most of all super-hot. You will love him y/n,” She insisted.

Her phone rang and she picked it up. You used this small time to edge further away from your friend so you could avoid this situation.

She noticed you backing off and rolled her eyes moving the phone away from her face for a second.

“I already told him you would meet him today!” She shouted to you. Damn, you sighed. She knew this meant you would show up. You weren’t mean enough to stand someone up. You were sure they were probably very nice; your best friend wouldn’t set you up with a psycho.

Well at least you hoped she wouldn’t.

The only real reason you were opposed to going on a date was because of this guy you had had a crush on for as long as you could remember. He was only a few years older than you but he was your brother's best friend so he probably only sees you as a little sister.

There was no way you and Taeyong would ever happen. You decided to put your feelings aside and meet this new person.

You quickly went home to change and do your hair a bit better. Usually, your brother and Taeyong hung out on Tuesdays so you were surprised to see your brother eating Tuesday pizza by himself.

“Hey Doyoung,” You said to him brightly placing your keys down on the windowsill by your door. “No Taeyong today?” You asked him, leaning through the kitchen door before you went upstairs.

“Nah, he stood me up for some date he is going on. I’m not sure what happened to bros coming first.” Doyoung said.

“Don’t be mad because Taeyong has a date and you don’t Doyoung.” You teased him.

“I do have dates!” He protested, “Just not on Tuesday. That’s our day. He said he really liked this girl and had waited for ages to get a date with her so I will let it slide.”

You knew you had decided to let Taeyong go but your heart still sunk just a bit when you heard how much Taeyong really liked this other girl. But you kept the smile on your face.

“Well I would love to stay and chat but I have a date of my own in half an hour so I gotta go change real quick.” You laughed running up the stairs.

“You're both traitors!” Doyoung wailed. His antics almost made you forget about Taeyong.

You brushed your hair out and put on your favourite top and jeans before grabbing your phone and sprinting back down the stairs.

“Bye lonely brother!” You called to Doyoung before running out of the door grabbing your keys from the windowsill.

The address of the café your best friend had texted you was only a minute walk from your house which was lucky. Any further and you would have been late. You walked into the familiar café and the little bell tingled.

You, Doyoung and Taeyong would come here together as kids and the lady who owned it was practically family.

She smiled as you walked in. There were only a few school kids and an old couple. You couldn’t see anyone your age anywhere. You made your way to the counter to speak to the lady who owned the shop.

“Ah, I could have known you were the girl he was having the date with.” She said smiling. You were confused.

“He just left something in his car and he will be back in one minute.” She said. “But he already got this for you,” It was your favourite smoothies from the café. Your friend must have told him it was your favourite.

You thanked the little old lady and sat down at the only table with a coat left at it and no person. The coat looked familiar but then you thought lots of guys must have coats like that.

You waited to minutes before pulling your phone out and checking your texts. You didn’t even notice the guy come back and sit down in front of you until he cleared his throat.

“Um hey y/n,” He said. You looked up and almost choked on your drink.

“Your Taeyong.” You said to him with disbelief.

“Last time I checked yes,” he chuckled slightly.

“What are you doing here?” You asked incredulously. “Doyoung said you were on some special date you had been waiting for ages for.”

Taeyong’s cheeks were tinged slightly with red as he looked at you and smiled.

“Well um… this is that date. I would have asked you myself but I was scared you would think of me like a brother and umm…” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing.

“What,” is all you managed to say.

Taeyong looked down at the table and then back up at you again, swallowing before he spoke.

“You see y/n, we have known each other for a really long time yeah, but every time I see you it’s like the first time. I always liked you even when we were little kids and we pretended to get married in the playhouse in your back garden and Doyoung got really mad and I said he wasn’t allowed to shout at my wife,”

You smiled thinking back, that was a great day.

“We were only six but you said that when we were older we should be together for real. I know it faded away because when we were twelve Doyoung and I, were mean to you but I was just trying to get your attention. I have always liked you but I could never say it. We always say I love you to each other but I feel like it’s the same way you love Doyoung. But I love you in a different kind of way y/n. A way that makes me feel like I’m flying whenever you laugh or you smile. If you don’t like me back I understand and I hope we can still be good friends in time. I have been asking y/b/f/ for ages to set up this date because I had to say it. I love you.”

You stared at him not really processing his words. Taeyong blushed even harder.

“Um…can you say something? Or make even a sound to show me you’re not dying or something?” Taeyong asked looking slightly worried. You blinked a few times before realising reality. Pull yourself together y/n.

“I’m sorry, I just wasn’t expecting to meet you today,” His face fell. “Nonono! Not in a bad way. In fact, the only reason I was putting off meeting the person today was because I liked you. When Doyoung said, you were going out on a date with some girl you really liked I felt like someone stabbed me in the heart.”

“You so dramatic,” Taeyong joked smiling now.

“I’m trying to make this cute.” You said glaring at him.

“Everything you say is cute,” Taeyong winked.

“Just because you are better at romantic confessions than me doesn’t mean you need to show off.”

“I don’t need a romantic confession I just need to hear you say three words y/n. That will make my day far more than anything else you could ever say.” He replied.

“Fine,” you grinned. “I love… this smoothie. Its great you should try it Tae.” He frowned and crossed his arms, pouting.

He looked too cute for you to mess with him anymore.

“Ahh don’t be like that. I love you Taeyong.”

Taeyong stood up and walked around to kneel next to you. He pulled out a bracelet made of beads. It was the one you had made together when you were six. It said T ♡ /_/.

“You kept that for so many years,” You asked happily tears almost appearing in your eyes.

“Of course. It was a token of affection made by me and my love. So I kept it to give to my love when I asked her this.”

“y/n will you be my girlfriend?” He asked.

You nodded as he stood up and wrapped his arms around you tightly, hugging you.

He pulled back and slipped the bracelet onto your arm.

“You don’t know how long twelve-year-old me waited for this moment.” HE said to you, eyes shining brightly.

“I could say the same thing,” You said reaching up to brush a strand of his hair that had fallen in front of his eyes back. He leant in closer to you and pressed his lips to yours softly.

“And fifteen-year-old me definitely dreamed of this moment many a time,” he joked. You lightly pushed his arm.

“Well, fifteen-year-old Taeyong better be glad he waited until now. Otherwise, fifteen-year-old Doyoung would have had something to say.”

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We’re Not Friends

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Reader, members of The Avengers (mentioned)

Warnings: Smut, angst, swearing, character death, SMUT STARS UNDER THE CUT, reader beware lmao Summary: You and Bucky aren’t friends because friends don’t do the things you both do.

Word Count: 1393

A/N: Hope you enjoy this and feedback/requests are welcome in my ask box and my direct messages! This was also kinda inspired by Ed Sheeran’s song ‘Friends’.

TRANSLATIONS (I used google, sorrryyy!): Soldat, comand să te oprești! - Soldier, I order you to stop! Cine ești? - Who are you? Un prieten. - A friend Sunt aici, iubire. - I’m here, baby.

We’re not, no we’re not friends, nor have we ever been. We just try to keep those secrets in a lie.

Bucky gripped your hips tightly as he kissed you fiercely, both of you moaning as the kiss deepens. Your hands make their way up to his hair, grabbing, pulling, roughly. He groans and bites your lip gently. His lips then drag along your jaw and down your neck. He nips and licks the dip between your neck and shoulder, his hands now lifting up your sweater. You didn’t really know how it got like this. You both didn’t. Hiding from your friends, hooking up in a dark cleaning room. You also didn’t know how you felt about Bucky. Sure, he was a great lover, he took care of you but you felt like you didn’t want his love. Just him. But you weren’t entirely sure.

“Bucky…” you panted in between the kiss, “we.. we pr-promised!”

“I don’t care what I said, doll, just let me feel this, let me feel something.” You nodded and he then proceeded to slip off your black sweater, throwing it on the ground. Bucky’s story was different, he loved you. He didn’t like to admit it but his heart broke every time you weren’t around. He wanted you, only you. His cold metal hand grabs your bra-covered boob, massaging it as you moan loudly, your legs now wrapped around his waist. He quickly let the straps of your bra slip down before unclasping the clip. His lips begin to leave trailing kisses to the valley of your breasts, he looks up at you, mouth lightly parted. His long lashes and deep blue eyes staring into your seemingly boring ones. He wraps his wet, hot mouth around the bud of your hardened nipple. Your hands encouraging him, pulling on his hair. He lifts you up by your thighs and brings you to the misplaced table in the room. He gently lays you down on the wooden table, your arch arches at the crisp feeling of the table, “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“That you love me.”

“I- Bucky-” You did the only thing you could do, you pulled him down for a kiss, shutting him up and shutting out what he wanted to hear. He fumbled with his belt and pushed his pants down, along with his underwear. He gives himself a quick tug before pulling away from you, resting his forehead against yours and sliding his thick cock into your wet pussy, “Fuck!”

“Y/N…” He sighs, “Fuck, baby girl.” He starts to thrust slowly but deeply causing you to moan loudly. Bucky’s warm hand covers you already agape mouth as his thrusts gets faster. His metal hand resting behind your neck pushing you look at him. Your eye brows were furrowed from pleasure as he fucked you roughly, he tried everything in his power to keep quiet but his grunts were just releasing themselves uncontrollably which were heaven to your ears, making you bite his palm. “You’re clenching, baby-doll, are you gonna cum?” Your nod was frantic and desperate, “Let go.” Your thighs began to shake as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your pussy milking his cock for his release. He came after you, forehead resting just below your collarbone, your hand letting go of the tight grasp you had on it. He quietly pulled away from your sticky and sweat covered body,

“Pass me my shorts please?” He did just that, he’d give you the moon if he could, but little gestures like that were enough. He quickly figured out that getting your feelings out wasn’t exactly your thing. But he’d rather have you like this than not at all.

“Y/N?”

“Hmm?”

“Why- why don’t we tell everyone?”

“That we’re having sex?” You laugh but Bucky’s face falls, turning away from you, “You know we can’t, you know I just- it’s just better this way.”

“Who is it better for?” You sensed a bit of annoyance in his voice,

“Bucky…”

“I’d love to show you off, Y/N! Make them see you’re mine.”

“I’m not yours, Bucky, I’m not anyone’s.” You explain sternly, quickly putting on your sweater. He walks out behind you, both making your way to the lounge room,

“Ah! Y/N and Frosty!” Tony calls, “Where have you both been?” Before Bucky could speak, you cut him off,

“I was just helping Bucky find his memory journal.” Tony nods and smiles sheepishly at both of you, obviously not believing a word that came out of your mouth,

“By the way, Bucky, you’re late for suit-up.” Bucky pulls out his phone to find 23 voice mails and 42 text messages from Steve. His eyes widen and out of consciousness he leans in to kiss you, you cough and take one step to the side,

“I’ll see you guys in a couple of days.” He says bluntly. You playfully punch his chest and smile.

“Bye.”

You woke up to the ringtone of your phone. Your blurred eyes cleared quickly and you see Steve’s name pop up. It’d had been 10 days since you last saw them. Your heart quickened. Something has happened.

“Is everything okay?” You say as soon as you pick up the call,

“We need your help. Now!” And with that order, you suited up and hopped on a jet on your way to Romania.

You were dropped off in front of a dark, musky building. The air smelling like gun powder and rubble. There was a static in your earpiece and you pulled out your gun, readying yourself for any type of danger.

“Y/N?” You hear Steve wonder through your earpiece,

“Right here, Cap.” He proceeded to instruct you with where to go and asked you to be as careful as possible. Your legs dragged you into the building, quietly making your way up the stairs. You thanked god for gun silencers as you shot the brainless agents who threatened you. You continued your way up until you reached the rooftop, opening a door to the sight of Bucky about to assassinate an agent of your own, “Soldat, comand să te oprești!” He turned to you, his eyes full of rage,

“Cine ești?”

“Un prieten.” You moved closer to him, close enough to touch. Your finger traced his face, “Sunt aici, iubire.” The Winter Soldier flinched at your words, his eyes were closed, those words always set him back to who he was, who he really was. His eyes opened, his blue eyes shinging with love towards you, he kissed you, grabbing your face, you smiled into the kiss, “The jet’s gonna be here any minute, okay?” He nods. Suddenly, the door to the roof top was blasted open and the HYDRA agents began to open fire, Bucky shields you with his arm and just în time the jet arrived. You, your agent, and Bucky run quickly into the jet, landing safely.

“Thank you, Y/N.” He says aș you sit down. Bucky feels something unusually warm on his metal arm. Red.

“Bucky…” You whispered, falling weakly into his arms, your life flashing before your eyes,

“Y/N!” You hear Natasha yell, panic begins to fill the jet aș your eyes begin to see white,

“No! Don’t you dare, Y/N! Don’t you fucking leave me!” Your hair was sprawled on his arm aș he held you, you smiled at him softly,

“I- I have to tell you something,” you whispers, his eyes were now welled up with tears and confusion, how could he let this happen to you, he was supposed to protect you, “we’re not friends,” you begin, he starts to protest, “no, listen, ple-please, we never were because- because we love each other and we always have, I was just too stubborn and I am so so sorry.” You cough, your hand caressing his stubbly jaw,

“Y/N! We’re gonna make it, just- just please hold on for me, doll, wait for me!” He sobbed hysterically,

“Promise me that you’ll fight those men who did you wrong. I love you so much, Buc-Bucky…” He nods and grabs your small hand and pressing it upon his lips, you begin to close your eyes,

“Y/N!” He tries to shake you awake, „Y/N, Y/N I love you, please, no!” He kisses your lips aș if it were a fairytale, aș if he could awaken you with just one kiss. But this was it. That was the first and last time you’d ever let him hear those heavenly words.

There’d be nothing I could do, and that’s why Friends should sleep in other beds. And friends shouldn’t kiss me like you do. And I know that there’s a limit to everything. But my friends won’t love me like you.

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