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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 3 years

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Hayloft (p.2)

Pairing: Arvin Russell x F!Reader

Summary: Your dad brings home his new coworker, Arvin Russell, telling you that he’ll be living with the two of you for a while. While attempting to keep Arvin from seeing the disfunction of your relationship with your father, the two of you grow closer than you thought. (Inspired by “Hayloft” by Mother Mother, though that’ll really only be one chapter later on so I don’t know if it really counts…)

Warnings: Abuse, drunkenness, misogyny, reader’s mother is dead, decapitating a chicken, reader is kind of emotional in this chapter

Word Count: 4.2k

A/N: My first slow(er) burn fic! Let me know what you think!

Part 1

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Work had passed fairly quickly as it always did when you had the opening shift. It sure sucked having to arrive at five o’clock in the morning but at least you got off earlier and you knew that that way you could grab groceries before your father got home and could yell at you about an empty kitchen again. By two o’clock in the afternoon, you were home again, hopping out of your truck and grabbing as many bags as you could in one go.

The loud sound of metal slamming against metal shook you and you flinched, looking between your door and the frame to see Arvin walking out towards you. It hadn’t occurred to you that his car was even in your driveway. After so many years of having busted broken down old cars sitting there that your dad had been swearing he’d fix for almost ten years, cars in the driveway seemed normal. “Let me give you a hand,” he offered as he got closer, lifting the canvas bags from your hands before you could object.

“Oh!” You exclaimed as you felt the weight suddenly taken off your own arms, “Thank you.” You dove back into the truck to grab the last two bags before slamming it shut with your hips. The two of you began your stroll towards the front door, the dirt driveway kicking up around your feet. “You’re back early.” You noted, looking over at Arvin.

He shrugged, “Yeah, uh, Wallace had me on the early shift today.”

You fumbled with the bags as you tried to unlock the door, kicking it open with your toes when it finally gave in. You walked into your home and Arvin followed, closing the door behind him. “Been here long? I didn’t see you in the driveway.”

“Not too long. I just didn’t want to let myself into your home without nobody there.” Arvin set the bags on the counter next to where you set yours.

You began to unpack the bags and put the groceries in the respective places. Arvin watched off to the side, unsure of how your kitchen was organized so he was worried he’d do more than good if he stepped in. “My daddy got the late shift?”

Arvin shook his head, noticing that his beat up old hat was still on his head despite being indoors and took it off immediately, his tousled brown curls parting messily down the middle. “No, we went in at the same time. He ‘n some buddies said they was goin’ to some bar in town.”

He watched your shoulders fall a little and you sighed, “Figures…. You didn’t go?”

Again, Arvin shook his head, “No. No offense to your daddy but I don’t like to drink the way I get the feelin’ he does.”

You snorted, turning to him with a knowing chuckle, “Let’s just say that I’m sorry in advance for whatever he says or does when he gets home, if he gets home. Sheriff Pike might end up callin’ in the mornin’ tellin’ us to pick him up.” Though it was stated as a joke, Arvin could hear the tragic reality behind your words.

Arvin then noticed the pack of beer bottles that you were pulling out of the bag. As if you could feel his eyes looking at you with worried curiosity, you glanced over at him, noticing the way his eyes flicked between you and the beer in your hands. You offered a sad shrug, “I know what you’re thinkin’ but trust me. Sometimes it’s better to have him drunk and possibly content than sober and angry there’s nothing to drink. Besides, the beer is better than the hard stuff with ‘im.”

“‘M sorry. I didn’t mean to be makin’ faces. Your business is your business,” Arvin backpedalled, giving you an apologetic nod.

You shook your head, “Don’t worry. I know how it looks. I’m sorry you gotta see all of it. I been tryin’ to keep to keep him calm but if you end up stayin’ a while, I’m sure you’ll get to see him at his worse times.”

Arvin chewed his lip as he contemplated whether or not to bring up what had been going through his mind but he had to make sure you were alright. “I-I heard you ‘n your dad talkin’ last night… right after you left my room.”

Your face fell as you realized what he was talking about, “You weren’t s’posed to hear that. I’m sorry.” Shit, this was what you were hoping to avoid.

“Are you alright?”

Gentle. Caring. His tone was something that had been long lost to you in this house and it took the words out of your mouth for a moment. It was embarrassing, the way your heart welled up with… well love wasn’t quite the right word but the warmth of being cared about. Not since after your mother had passed had you heard somebody actually care about how you felt.

You just nodded and gave a forced smile that you could tell was easy to see through but it was the best you could muster. For someone who was able to take so much shit from their father and was able to look the man who would throw things at you and grab you by the hair dead in the eye with nothing but contempt, it was compassion that made you crumble. It had been so unexpected, especially from Arvin, the stranger living in your house.

“Shit, ‘m sorry! I didn’t mean to - I didn’t mean to overstep. I only…” He stammered over his words and at first you were confused until you felt the single hot tear tracing its way down your cheek.

You were quick to wipe it away, shocked at your own uncharacteristic show of vulnerability. You hadn’t realized until now that you had zoned out on the ground while Arvin’s words repeated in your head but now a flash of embarrassment ran through you. “No, no, no. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” You sniffled once before giving a small laugh of disbelief. “It’s just… It’s been a long time since anybody asked that.”

You straightened up and ran your hands through your hair, eyes closed as you thought of what else you needed to do. Thankfully, if your dad was at the bar, you had at least another four hours to just you and Arvin, all night if you were lucky, though you seldom were. That was when the feeling of dread set in. Your dad had requested chicken roast for dinner tonight and whether he came home early and only a few beers in or you had to drive him home hungover in the morning, the man would be furious if there weren’t at least reheated leftovers for him. You had to kill Patty and prep her for dinner.

“You okay?” Arvin asked again, though this time it was in reference to the way a heavy look fell over your features. It wasn’t a profound deep question like it was earlier.

Your head wavered from side to side and your lips twisted, “My daddy asked for chicken roast tonight. I gotta go out and fix Patty up.” You tried to put it lightly though it felt anything but. “I’ll be out in the coop. You’re more than welcome to clean up in the shower or do whatever you’d like ‘round the house. The radio is in the livin’ room if you wanna tune into somethin’.”

You pushed yourself off the counter and walked to the door in your kitchen that led out to the backyard but Arvin made a few steps to follow, “Is it alright if I keep you company? It don’t feel right bein’ in your house without you or your daddy here.”

You smiled at the thought of him staying with you and you nodded, continuing out the door, “Sure, c’mon.”

The hen house wasn’t very far from the back door. From there, you could see the several acres of land that your father was wasting. Your grandparents had bought this land in the late 1910’s and had started up a little farm of their own to sell locally, though your father had abandoned the farming portion after they died. It was where your daddy had grown up and then where you had as well. God, how you missed your grandparents. Your grandmother’s soft words of love and kindness but sternness and willingness to swat your butt with a wooden spoon if you got an attitude (though she would yell at your father if he ever tried to discipline you - “Now you leave that poor baby alone!”). Your grandfather had looked like a rough and angry old man from years of hard work but he had the softest heart of anyone you’d ever met. How the two of them had raised your father was beyond you.

When you approached the wired fence and jiggled the lock open, the chickens inside stood surprisingly still. They trusted you. You could see it in their little brown eyes. You were safe and warm and didn’t want to harm them. You came in for the unfertilized eggs they laid and left, oftentimes with some seed and a soft pat or two on the head. Patty, a fat white hen with black specks, walked comfortably around your feet, nuzzling her head against your leg. She was the nicest hen you’d ever had. She trusted you.

God, you were about to cry again. You bent down to pick her up and you held her against your chest, trying to look her in the eye, though it was difficult when she kept jerking it in different directions. “I can’t tell you how sorry I am,” you murmured low. Usually it was your father that would slaughter the hens if he really wanted the meat that badly. You had never done it yourself but he’d made you watch every time so that you knew how if the time ever came. Each time it made you sick to your stomach.

Already, you felt green. The unassuming hen that you had been friendly enough to for her not flip out when you held her was none the wiser that her life was about to end by your hand. You glanced over to the large wood round just ahead and the axe that was leaned up against it.

Your face contorted as you realized how much you disliked the placement. The way your father would slaughter chickens right in front of their friends made your heart break. It was barbaric.

You walked over to Arvin and held Patty out towards him, “Would you mind holdin’ onto her for a second?”

Though visibly confused, he took the chicken from your hands, drawing back when her wings fluttered out at the contact with the new strange man. Arvin watched as you walked towards the large round and tried to push it with all your might. “What’re you doin’?”

“I’m-” you grunted, feeling it slide slowly, inch by inch, “trying to move it where the other chickens can’t see.” You took another moment to use all your force against it before standing up straight and breathing heavily, “I know it sounds dumb cause they’re only chickens but it feels cruel to make ‘em watch, y’know?” You went back to pushing the round and Arvin approached behind you.

From here he could see the blood stains in the wood. It looked as if the blood had been washed off but the wood had been stained crimson regardless. There was also a divot where an axe had clearly been driven down many times over the years, chipping away at the wood.

Arvin’s heart actually warmed a little at your attempt to show mercy and your willingness to go out of your way to spare some chickens’ feelings. It wasn’t something he was sure he’d do himself but when he heard you say it, he realized you had a point. It was cruel to imprison a bunch of animals and then lead them out one by one to be slaughtered in front of everyone, each animal waiting their turn. “Here, take ‘er back. Let me.” Arvin stepped in, handing Patty back over to you and bending down to lift the round onto its side with much effort. The wood had to weigh at least a hundred pounds and had long since settled into the ground where it had been placed when you were a child.

Your eyes widened as you watched his biceps bulge, straining the material of his blue t-shirt. You’d never seen a man with muscles like that before and you found your eyes trailing along his arms, following every popping vein from the tops of his hands, up his forearms, and onto his biceps until they disappeared beneath his shirt. It was something you hadn’t expected to see in him. Arvin looked like a quiet, polite, hardworking young man but you never would have imagined the immaculate muscles he possessed. You found your mind wandering to what other surprises laid in store beneath all those layers he wo-

You needed to calm yourself down. If only he could hear your thoughts, he surely would be furious and disgusted with you. You hadn’t had such impure thoughts since that one time you had been messing around with Jimmy Bates in the backseat of his old car back in your senior year of high school. The two of you didn’t even go all the way but you went far enough and the guilt ate you alive since the two of you were never officially together anyways. He was just the cute boy from high school that you had pined over years that had finally given you the chance right before he shipped off to join the war.

“This alright?” Arvin asked, shaking you from your fantasy, and you snapped back into reality to realize he had rolled the wood round around the side of the coop behind the wooden wall, outside of the other chickens’ views.

You nodded and walked over to him, “That’s perfect. Thank you so much for doin’ that. I know it’s sorta stupid.”

Arvin shook his head, putting his hands on his hips, “If it means somethin’ to you, it ain’t stupid at all. Besides, now that you pointed it out, it was a little barbaric.”

You smiled up at him, one which he returned. How was this boy so damn nice? Was this some cosmic way of the universe finally giving you something good in your life? You’d become so calloused to your father’s harsh words and barked commands that you had forgotten how nice it was to feel cared about and validated. And you barely knew him.

“‘M glad you think so.” You looked down at Patty in your arms and any good feelings you’d had melted to sadness and fear. “You been a good girl, Patty. I know you struggled with layin’ eggs for a while but you were always a good girl. Never bit me once unlike some of them other hens.” You weren’t often very soft and vulnerable but you were about to take something’s life for the first time and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of that on your heart. If this were a life or death situation, you would feel better about it, but it wasn’t. The only reason Patty had to die was because your father would throw a fit if she didn’t.

You carried her to the log and gave her a little kiss on the top of the head, “Please don’t hate me but I understand if you do. Say hi to my momma for me, will you? Tell her I love and miss her.” You set her down and got her in the position you always saw your dad put the other chickens in before he chopped their heads off. Arvin handed you the axe with uncertainty but watched on as you struggled to bring yourself to finish the deed.

You held her down and you could tell by the way she was flailing that she was panicking now. Patty was well aware of what was happening. “I’m sorry!” You choked, tears welling up in your eyes as her panic began to turn into your own panic. How did people do this? Why was this so freaking difficult?

Tossing the axe slightly in your hand, you readjusted the handle and just as you went to swing, Arvin piped up, “I can do it.”

You looked over at him, the afternoon sun reflecting the tears in your eyes and making the color of your irises stand out in tragic beauty. “I-I- Would you really not mind?” You breathed out in relief.

Arvin stepped forward and you handed the axe out to him, “I don’t mind.” You held onto Patty until Arvin could position her just right as well. He had no idea what he was doing - he’d never had to slaughter a chicken before. He had heard that all you had to do was cut their head off though and then he’d heard the rumors of them running around like crazy even after their head hit the ground. How hard could it be?

Once he had the hen pinned down where he wanted her, he looked up to see you chewing on your thumb, brows knitted in discomfort. It wasn’t the first chicken you’d watched get slaughtered but it was far from something you enjoyed observing. Arvin signaled to you with a nod before raising the axe above his head and you shut your eyes tight, flinching at the sound of the old metal head thudding into the old wood.

You had the carcass sitting in the sink while you pulled off the blood soaked feathers, depositing them into the trash bin by the handful. This part was easier for you, something you’d done many times in the past. “Thank you for doin’ that. I’m sorry I’m such a baby.”

Arvin sat at the kitchen table behind you, “You ain’t a baby just cause you don’t like to kill things. I’d say it’s probably rather normal.”

The time was inching closer to four o’clock now and the sun was beginning to hang ever so slightly lower in the sky, the precursor to sunset. It was warm outside and a cool spring breeze blew in through the open window above the sink. You snickered as you pulled another handful of feathers out, “Yeah? That mean you ain’t normal?” You looked over at him with a playful glint in your eye but your smile fell when you saw an uncomfortable look cross his face, almost like he’d seen a ghost.

“I ain’t never said I liked killin’ either.” Arvin attempted to match your joking tone but it was pretty evident there was a weight behind his words.

“Hey, I‘m sorry. I was only jokin’.” A pang of guilt washed over you but it was only that. A joke. You hadn’t imagined teasing him over something like killing a chicken would set him off, especially since he volunteered to do it for you, but apparently you were wrong.

Arvin sniffed and scratched his nose, “I know.” After a moment of awkward silence, he stood, “Let me give you a hand. What do you need done?”

You scanned his face once more to make sure he was really okay but you decided to drop it when you saw his insistent look. You shook your head, “I got it. It ain’t much after I get this all gutted and cleaned.” You picked up the mostly featherless carcass by the wings and plopped it back down into the sink.

“Well ‘m sure there’s vegetables or somethin’ else that goes with it, right? Let me start cuttin’ those up.” His persistence was adorable, making your heart flutter in the most wonderful way. The idea of a man actually being helpful was unknown to you before Arvin. Your life had been filled with your dad’s drunken bossings since you were twelve years old. You couldn’t remember the last time a genuinely kind voice offered you anything more than a smile on the street, not that you took that for granted. Arvin was just different though. Noble and helpful and kind.

“You really don’t have to-”

“Yeah, you keep sayin’ that but I really do want to help. So what can I do to make things easier on you?” He took a few steps closer to you until you felt the beginning of what could have been sparks if he stepped any nearer, like when you hold two magnets a few inches apart and you can feel the energy between them, that hint of attraction, but it’s not quite close enough to pull them together.

The blush in your cheeks at his simple gesture made you break the eye contact with a nervous laugh of retreat, “Okay, fine. If you’re gonna be so insistent,” you drew out with a teasing drawl, “you can cut up veggies. There’s potatoes over there and carrots and zucchini in the fridge.”

Arvin’s lips turned up in a small smile when you finally resigned your stubborn ways and he went off to find the vegetables where you had directed him.

Needless to say, when your father came home from the bar to find you and Arvin talking over a song by the Platters playing on the radio with Arvin cleaning up the dishes while you tossed together the vegetables and the seasoning, he was less than pleased.

“What the hell is going on here?” His slurred speech made your eyes widen in fear. He was supposed to get home later like he always did. But then you found yourself chiding your irresponsibility. Why the hell would you take that chance? You knew better than to let Arvin help out and now you were gonna pay.

Arvin sensed the way you tensed up beside him and watched as you spun around to face your father with haste, “Just finishin’ up dinner now. Should be ready by six so you got more than enough time to take a sho-”

“Why the fuck is he doin’ the dishes?” You father was leaning against the wall, clearly relying on the structure for support. This wasn’t the time to test him, not with Arvin here. It was times like this when he’d start throwing stuff at you.

Before you could say anything, Arvin piped up firmly but respectfully, “I offered, sir. It’s no problem at all.”

Your dad pointed at Arvin, “A man ain’t got no place with his hands in a sink of dishes. You leave that shit to her and she’ll just grab you a beer.” He stumbled over his own feet before catching himself ungracefully.

Arvin’s jaw set tightly and you gripped the countertop with white knuckles behind you. Times like this, you weren’t even sure what to say anymore. No amount of standing up for yourself got you anywhere with him. You never made any headway with your dad’s sexist views on gender roles. It was pointless. The only thing to do was try and work your way to supporting yourself so you could get the hell out of dodge and never look back.

Arvin’s voice surprised you, “A man’s place is helpin’ out the women in his life when they need, not leavin’ ‘em to do all the housework themselves.” You nearly choked on your own tongue at his words. It was a bold statement for a man to make, especially to the head of the house that was being so gracious as to host him free of charge, but he didn’t back down. It appeared like the jab was lost on your drunken father but Arvin continued with a slightly less accusatory comment to diffuse the situation regardless, “I grew up helpin’ my grandma with all the house chores so I really don’t mind at all.”

You watched the way your dad eyed Arvin and then you before scoffing and grumbling incoherently as he shuffled his way into the living room. You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “I don’t want you gettin’ kicked out ‘cause of me. You didn’t have to say nothin’.”

Arvin glared at where your father had disappeared and nodded, “Yeah, I did. You don’t deserve all the shit he gives you.”

You suddenly found yourself avoiding his eyes and twisting your lips. He was right and you were well aware of that fact. The abuse your dad put you through was uncalled for at best. The fact that Arvin had actually taken the time to not only notice the same fact but acknowledge it and stand up for you was something you never thought you’d hear someone do. It made you uncomfortable. You’d been fighting this battle by yourself for so long that letting somebody even know it was being waged was enough to make you want to sink away. Even so, a part of you wanted to let Arvin keep standing up for you. It made you feel weak after having to stand up for yourself for so long but also validated.

Your eyes flicked up to meet his for only a moment before turning back towards dinner that sat in a roasting pan on the stove, “Thank you.”

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bodyswapmischief · 4 years

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Jiggalo In Trouble

Well, I don't fucking know what to do. You see ... this isn't my body. This morning I was a hairy, obese, 50 year old man. Not, this muscled, latino, bad boy you see now.

You could say my life was pathetically tragic. I grew up in a time and place where I couldn't be myself. I was gay but, stayed deep in the closet. I even forced myself to marry a woman and have 3 beautiful children. I had a decent life and most days I was happy. But, I always knew I was lying to the ones I love. Yet, I knew the truth could never come out. I had to live the rest of my life playing a straight man.

But, there was always one thing on my bucket list. I wanted to have a sex with a man. Just once, and I could die happy. I tried many times, with gay dating apps, but I always chickened out at the last minute.

But, then the opportunity showed itself. I was selected by my boss to go to Las Vegas, for a work related convention. I would be the repsentive for this branch at some booths, panels, and meetings that were going to happen.

It didn't seem to stressful. Working for the company for so long, I knew I would be able to handle it. But, what I was really excited for was the possibilites. "Whatever happens in Vegas; stays in Vegas."

So, I get there and I work at the convention. It was okay. I met some cool people. I networked. But, the long days always left me tired. I had no time or energy to look for a fast one night stand. Or maybe that was just an excuse for me chickening out again. Outside of the convention, I just spent my time eating at th hotels buffet and watching TV in my hotel room.

As the paid trip was coming to an end, I had a free day all to myself. It started off the same. I went to the buffet and ate till I was full. Then I waddled back to my room. Looking through my suitcase, I saw my special clothes I packed. In case I did manage to get the courage to do a one stand, I pack some leather gear. I sighed disappointed in myself for chickening out.

But, a thought popped in my mind. I might not have the courage to have sex with a stranger. But, I could walk around the casino dressed up as a fat leather daddy. I put on the tight leather pants. I put on a plain white shirt and leather vest. I looked at the mirror and smiled. Finally, I could express myself. I put on the rest of my gear and sighed. My heart was racing. And then I opened my hotel room door.

No one was around so, I walked into the elevator. Through the sound of my heartbeat, I was screaming inside my mind. "What the FUCK am I doing." As the elevator went down people started getting in. I wanted to cry, I was so embarrassed. But, nobody said anything. No one laughed or said something mean. Some people even smiled at me. I began to relax. I began to feel happy and maybe even sexy.

It felt like the stars aligned. And maybe they did. I went to see some shows. I ate at the buffet. I got compliments from guys. I got some numbers and some invites to clubs. I even danced with some guys at a leather bar. But, I knew I wasn't going to take the next step. I was still scared. And, it was getting late. With beer in my stomach and altering my mind. I stopped at the slot machines and put a coin in, before going to my room. And, luck really was on my side. As the machine lit up, it announced I won the 20,000 dollar grand prize. I was still drunk. Staff and other people surrounded me. They were cheering and giving me balloons, a crown, and the check to collect my winnings when I was ready.

I got up, still tipsy, and stumbled a little bit. People laughed and cheered little bit. The staff slide the check into my vest pocket. "Don't worry I got him." A hot young man came to myside. He used his strength to help me stand. He had tattoos on his arms. He was wearing a tight shirt and pants. A gold chain hung from his neck.

Everyone dispersed as this Latin stud led me to the elevator. "Okay, Papi, what room are you in." To drunk I just handed him my key card. He lead me to my room and laid me on the bed. He started taking off my clothes. I don't fight back. In my drunk mind this is the fantasy I always wanted. "Okay big boy, it looks like your going to get luck again tonight."

I can't see over my giant stomach but, I could feel him take off my pants then underwear. Suddenly, I felt him push my fat pad and start sucking my dick. He started off slow and I moaned with pleasure. He kept sucking using his tongue to play with the head of my penis. My breathing became heavier and the pleasure starts to sober me up. I felt my dick about to burst with cum. I tried to warn him but he ignores me. And, I shoot my load into his mouth. I gasped in ecstasy.

Suddenly, I felt a dick in my mouth. My mouth is covered with semen, as the dick keep pulsating with cum. I swallowed what I could and then took it out of my mouth. Right in front of me was a familiar sight. I saw my penis surrounded by my fatty pelvic region. From this outside perspective I could see how fat I really was? I look down and saw that I'm in the young man's body. My dick was rock hard and my body was now lighter and stronger. Adrenalin rushed through my muscles. Tattoos covered the body.

My body finally started talking, "Like what you see?"

"What did you do to me ... to us?"

"You see I'm a juggalo and I saw you ... a man who needed to get lucky, if you know what I mean. And, after tonight's big win down stairs I know you have the money to pay me."

"But... but.... I'm in your body and you ..."

"Oh, I have a fetish. I like giving men the opportunity to be me. I mean look at you now you are stud. You are turned on just by being in that body. Just existing in that body is orgasmic for you. So, that makes sex so much better, at least for me. And, then experiencing new bodies is always fun. I haven't been in a person this fat in awhile. And your breast are so sensitive. Oh, and this tight asshole. What do you say do you want to fuck yourself, with my body."

My old body spreaded its legs, revealing its asshole. My dick was raging hard. I slowly inserted my long dark dick. It felt so good. I started going a little faster. I watch as the muscles in my caramel body flexed and relaxed. The whole experience was hot. I started touching my old body the way I knew I liked to be touched.

"Fuck this is so good. Faster, faster, faster." My old body cried out. Feeling the strength of the muscled body, I go full speed. Both of our bodies were sweating, panting, moaning. Then everything stopped, as we both cummed.

We laid side by side, a big smile on my face. My old fat body started kissing my buff chest and then up my neck. "Let me freshen up, and then it's my turn to fuck you." He whispered sexually.

I watched as he struggled to get to his feet and then as he waddled to the bathroom. I laid there exploring my new body. My dick already getting hard from my excitement.

Then, I heard the front room door open. A man with a gun walked in.

"Fuck Enrique! Cover up or something." My heart racing, I grabbed a blanket and put it over my naked body. "Good, now this is you last fucking chance. The boss wants his money and necklace back"

"You ... you ... I'm... um." I try to talk but I can't think straight. The man walked closer and grabbed me by the neck. He started choking me. I tried to fight back. But, then he grabs me by the balls. He starts squeezing them. The pain is intense, I lay still. "Good now talk or I ripped out your prized possessions." He says as he pulls out a blade.

Then from the corner of my eye, I saw my old body enter the room. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Ryan leave him alone. It's me Enrique. He has nothing to do with this."

The man on top of me looks over his shoulder. "Really!? Your in that fatass. I guess it suits you for being such a pig in the first place." He laughed. "So, where's the boss's money."

"Here, I have part of it here. This guy just won it big downstairs. And, with access to his memories, I have access to his bank accounts." Enrique smiles.

The man begins to aim his gun at Enrique. "What ... what are you doing. I ... I have the money." Enrique starts to panic.

"What is your name," the man motions to me. "Andrew," I nervously replied. The man turns his attention back at Enrique. "No you don't have the money. You have Andrew's money. The boss is fucking tired of your shit. God! I've been waiting to do this for so long," with that last word Enrique, in my body, was shot in the head. Blood splattered on the wall and was quickly pooling on the floor. I saw in shock as my old body laid thier lifeless. What the fuck was going to happen, now.

The man walks to me and I prepare for the worst. Instead, he just ripped the golden chain from my neck. "Well it looks like it your lucky day. You got an upgrade on your body.." He said, as he looked down at me. "Don't worry about your old life. There is no going back now. I'll make sure your wife and kids get what you saved in your bank and I'm pretty sure the boss will throw a little extra."

"S ... so your just going to let me go?," I asked.

"Yeah, why not? You didn't do anything wrong., besides cheating. But, we've all been there. Plus, that body has made a lot of enemies so, you won't exactly have a peaceful life. Don't get me wrong the boss will spread the word of what really happened to Enrique, but some people just really like seeing the actual body dead. So, take your winnings and find some small town to lay low and start a new life."

A new life, one that was in constant danger. This seemed more like a punishment, but in a way I guessed I deserved it. I could never go back to my old life. I knew at this point there was no use in protesting. "What about him I pointed to my dead body."

."Oh, he was a pig in life. Now he's being tortured as a fatass in hell. But, if you are talking about the body; well we have people who will take care of that. So, I recommend leaving as soon as possible."

The man patted me on the back and started to leave. "Good luck with your new life. But, if things get to out of hand for you or you are in desperate need for a job give me a call." He places a business card on the desk, before he leaves.

Now, I'm sitting here. Memories flood my mind. I saw every bad thing this body did. Using that necklace, the man took, to rob people of everything they owned, even killing people in the process. I looked at my hands, then my arms, and then my muscular torso. I had my dream body, but at what cost. I look at this memories with disgust, I knew that I wasn't capable of those acts. But, it didn't matter, the memories felt so real.

I hear a buzzing sound and snap back to reality. I start putting on Enriques clothes and feel a cell phone. It buzzes again. LAST WARNING: Destroy this phone and get out of there now!. I easily snap the phone in half and submerge the broken pieces into a nearby glass with water. I take the the business card and walked out of the room. I didn't know where I was going. I just knew Las Vegas was no longer safe for me. I need to get some where far and collect my thoughts about what the fuck happened.

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Yes, please to Jinkook wolf au!!!!

alright, here u go!!

wolf jinkook x reader (jungkook x reader x seokjin)

5k // sfw // wolf au, mates au, college au // drabble/excerpt

“Are you sure its okay for me to becoming?”

There’s nerves evident in your tone,but even still you can’t help but recognise the contrary ball of excitementbeginning to unravel in your stomach. You know this feeling, these butterfliesare familiar, but you haven’t felt them in a long time—you’re not sure whyyou’re feeling them now, when you’re just going to meet friends of yourfriends.

“Of course it is!” Taehyung skipscloser to you so that he can swing his arm around your shoulders, almostknocking you flat on your face from the force of it if it weren’t for the griphis hand has on your arm. “I know I kind of intimidated you with all that talkof it being a monthly wolf thing, but to be honest a bunch of supernaturalstend to rock up—for the alcohol and the entertainment, presumably.”

“Hell, last time we held it at thebeach there were even some sirens that came out to mingle.” Jimin sidlesup next to you, grinning brightly—something about the incriminating twinkle inhis eyes told you that he was one of the ones being mingled with. “You don’thave to worry.”

“Uh, sirens are a pretty big stepaway from humans so,” you scuff your feet and pretend you don’t nearly tripfrom the action. “I think I do.”

“Nonsense!” Taehyung booms,embarrassingly loud as his voice echoes down the street. You’ve never been morethankful that it was night and people weren’t out and about to stare—thenagain, it’s probably a bit more of a commotion to be occurring at night.“Humans are welcome and come all the time! Well, a few of them. Anyway, wealready told the pack that you’re coming so they’re expecting you and if youchicken out it will be humiliating for all three of us.”

You gasp at him, appalled at how hewas abusing your overactive empathy by saying you’ll embarrass them by being ano-show. You can’t let him know he got you, though. “I’m not chickening out! Inever said I wouldn’t go!”

Taehyung only responds with asnicker, and you resist the urge to yank a lock of his blond hair like a child.The further down the road you get while bickering, the more the bundle ofnerves and anticipation inside you grows; you’re not sure what to do with it,the sensation broaching on unfamiliar. You elect to ignore it and simply hopeit will take the hint and go away.

“Yeah sure, whatever you say…”Jimin’s response grinds your gears further and you can’t help but wonderexactly how you ended up becoming such good friends with these two when they’reboth so annoying. Perhaps it’s because like attracts like, notthat you’re ever going to admit that out loud for them to hear.

You grumble indiscernibly, both maleshearing it easily with their sharper hearing. At once, they protest to thewords that left you, and the three of you are thrown into another of thehallmark arguments that seem to provide the scaffold of your relationship. Youbicker as you walk, the night breeze cool and damp from the shower that haddanced over the city barely an hour ago. As you reach further down the street,the houses becoming more and more sparsely situated, the familiar thrum of bassbegins to shake your chest and your ears begin to pick up on music carried by thebreeze.

You’re only just hearing it now, butyou don’t doubt Taehyung and Jimin heard it much earlier and it is the sourceof the sudden energy renewal that hit them a few minutes ago. With each stepyou take your stomach trembles and tightens, the sensations completely bizarreat this point. You’ve never been this nervous before—are you nervous? Is thatwhat it is? You shouldn’t be, you have no reason to be and you never usuallyare in situations like this. You have no idea what to do with yourself.

It’s as the three of you finallyapproach your destination— a pack dorm styled in a modern townhouse fashion,grey cement outside reflecting the strong, silver glow of the waxing moon,nearly full, so strongly it’s almost like a beacon before your eyes— that yourtwo friends finally stop, just at the gate that marks the beginning of theproperty. The music comes from somewhere within, a heavy trap beat at thecurrent moment. You can see figures in the windows, very suddenly recalling howmany new people are going to be here—new creatures.

“Your heartbeat is a bit uneven,”Taehyung observes, and instantly you flush in embarrassment that they’ve bothnoticed and are acutely aware that you are, in fact, nervous. You can’t evenoffer an explanation or defence because you don’t even know why! “You don’tneed to be nervous, but since you are…”

“Don’t worry!” Jimin chimes, loopingan arm through yours. The button on the sleeve of his blue leather jacketalmost catches on your shirt and he ignores your resulting glare. “We’ll bewith you! You have nothing to worry about, you’ll be safe here, and in the incrediblyunlikely event that something does happen, we’ll protect you, our favouritesquishy human friend.”

He finishes off his heartwarmingsentiment by squishing your cheeks, pulling at the fat there like an auntie.Whining, you immediately smack his hand away and shrug out of Taehyung’s arm.

“I don’t need you!” You declare,already stomping up the path and feeling the way the booming music movesthrough your chest. You know it’s going to be much, much louder on the otherside of the door. “Screw both of you! I’m a strong, independent woman, and I’mgonna go in there and I’m gonna get a strong drink and—and – I won’tneed your help! You’ll see!”

… …. ….. .. …. … .. .. . . . . .

You’d needed their help the secondyou got inside.

You’re in the kitchen now, sipping ona very strongly spiked glass of juice, reflecting on the embarrassment of thepast few minutes.

First of all, there was a group offeline shifters in the foyer that happened to be having a particularly heatedcatfight the second you walked inside. If someone hadn’t drunkenly stumbledinto you and conveniently knocked you out of the path of one of the shifter’sclaws, then it might have been you on the receiving end of a nasty gash on theface instead. You’d felt bad that some drunk stranger had taken the fall foryou for about a split second, before they healed within the next few momentsand let out a growl before unceremoniously throwing themselves in to join thefight. Right, you forgot for a second that you were surrounded bysupernaturals.

Of course, Jimin and Taehyungwitnessed the entire affair and snickered at you from the side. No help hadcome from them, contrary to what they’d announced outside about being yourprotectors for the night, so you’d let out a huff and turned on your heel tocontinue in search of drink. You realised very quickly you’d need it if youwere going to survive this night with minimal trauma.

This is your first time in theirpackhouse, so naturally you have no idea where you are or where you’re going.Like the terrible friends they are, Taehyung and Jimin just let you walk aroundboldly, acting like you know where you’re going. Apparently it was very funny.You’d be inclined to agree with them, if it weren’t for the fact that yourwandering led you to stumbling across not just one, or two, or even threeheated moments, but five in total. This is the opposite of what you hadwanted and you grew so flustered after the fifth time discovering a bunch ofsupernaturals in a borderline orgy (all of them had at least one nymph in them,you noticed wryly) that the two finally took pity on you and dragged you theright way to the kitchen, still laughing all the while. Yes, hilarious. You’regoing to have to work for years to unpack all you’d just seen.

You’d only arrived in the kitchenjust over a minute ago, long enough that you were able to finally get a drink,but even that entrance had been met with embarrassment. You stand inmortification now, taking a large sip of your drink as you continue to feeleyes boring into you from the side.

“This is y/n, Yoongi. She’s the onewe always tell you about! You know, the one who we met because we sat behindher and caught her streaming Ouran Host Club in our Art History lecture.”

At every incriminating word thatleaves Taehyung’s big mouth, you feel humiliation crawling further up yourspine and colouring your face even more. You can’t even bring yourself to lookat Yoongi, the pack member you’d been introduced to quite unceremoniously justa few minutes ago, but you can still— still— feel his eyes boring intoyou. It’s only as he snorts that you manage to risk a glance his way, shoulderstense with discomfort.

The second you lay eyes on him, youvery suddenly recall the very recent humiliating event that just occurred andinstantly wish to die.

(The kitchen, your main destination,is the source of the drinks for tonight, and hence your two friends drag youthere. Taehyung announces he knows just what to get you, and makes a show ofmixing a secret drink. You know exactly what he’s going to give you and yetfind yourself hoping he won’t.

Of course, you have no such luck.

“Taehyung, don’t you give me anythingmalty.” You warn, pointing your finger at him. The smile that touches his lipsis borderline cherubic as he holds out a cup, the smell of that damnalcohol and coke breaching your nostrils.

“Drink it.”

“Taehyung,” you warn again, taking astep back. “Don’t you dare. You know I can’t drink it.”

“How do you even know what it is? Imade it in secret!” He argues, advancing a step and making you retreat one inturn. He might have the face of an angel but you swear there’s horns stickingout from his wavy hair.

“Do you think I’m stupid? Huh?” Youraise your hand, threatening to push the cup away if he brings it any closer.“You always try to give me whisky, or beer—you know ever since that time itmakes me want to vomit—”

Long story short, Taehyung attemptsto feed you the cursed drink, and in your struggle to get away you end upsmacking it out of his hands.

Of course, right in the line of firehappens to be someone approaching the three of you, mouth open to saysomething. The drink ends up all down their shirt and that is the very firsttime you unknowingly receive the infamous Min Yoongi Glare.

Which you realise moments later whenTaehyung laughs and introduces him as one of the members of the pack. Is it toolate to leave?)

You drink might have gone on Yoongi’sshirt and rendered it gross, but without even a blink he’d just taken thet-shirt off and revealed a pristine long-sleeved shirt underneath. You’d havebeen impressed if you weren’t so mortified at the time.

He doesn’t seem to be holding itagainst you, but you can’t really help the way you’re acting. There’s somethingabout him, an air that seems to reach and raise the hairs at the back of yourneck. He’s intimidating, even if he does look like a cat when he smiles atTaehyung being a dumbass. His energy says ‘I could snap you in half over myknee if I so wanted’, but his face says ‘All I want is a cookie and warm milk’.It gives you a bit of whiplash.

“There’s less people here than Ithought there would be,” Jimin comments after Taehyung finishes embarrassingyou. Yoongi hums, downing a generous shot of straight vodka and then smackinghis lips. Maybe you’re right to be scared.

“Nah, it’s the same as usual, it’sjust that they’re all outside.” Yoongi leans against the bench with his hip,scratching behind his ear. You refuse to acknowledge the thought you have thatlikens him to a dog using their back leg to scratch. No, that’s gonna get youbeat up and evicted from the party. Best to ignore that one.

“What are they doing? It’s kind ofcold for the pool.” Taehyung tilts his head.

Yoongi blinks at him, seeming amused.“They’re watching the usual event that goes down at these things. We’ve amassedquite the crowd for it tonight. Must be all the ones that Shownu’s packinvited.”

His words are vague, but both boysbeside you light up, apparently much more clued in than you.

“Oh, yes! I love it when thishappens! Plus, it’s been a while since I last joined in… I might have totonight. You wanna be my partner, Jiminie?”

Jimin snorts, already pushing offfrom the bench and grabbing your arm to begin dragging you. Yoongi watches themfor a moment before growing bored and turning back around, reaching for thebottle of Smirnoff.

“No thanks, I nearly wiped myself outlast time, remember? Just ask Kookie. You know he’ll be up for it the secondyou challenge him.”

Taehyung hums, joining his friend indragging you in the direction of two glass sliding doors. You’re so confused,and kind of scared. They won’t listen to you asking them where the hell you’regoing, though. Head empty, ears turned off.

Before you know it, you’re steppingout of the house and into the ‘yard’, for lack of better word. Your drink isstill in your hand and you’re trying desperately not to spill it as yourfriends grow more careless in their movements. Sometimes, you think they forgetthey’re werewolves with werewolf strength.

Outside is illuminated by stronglights attached to the back of the building, a pool set to the side and avast, clear field directly centre before you. There are a few groups of peoplejust milling about, minding their own business and having their own fun—inmultiple senses of the word, you note as you tear your eyes away from a couplein the corner with flaming cheeks. Will your mind have no choice but to leavethis party tainted? The rest of the people, what you would argue is a largechunk of the attending partygoers, are cheering and hollering towards the edgeof the clearing. Jimin and Taehyung seem unbelievably excited at this fact, andare quick to drag you over.

Very quickly are you enlightened asto what is happening, and you’re equal parts incredulous, impressed, andbaffled.

Put bluntly—they’re having werewolfraces.

Teens and young adults around youholler and cheer, a large portion of the amassed crowd hooting as two wolvestear across the grass, going so fast you almost fall over from the shock of it.You had no idea anything in this world could move that fast! Well, that’s alie, you knew about it. Still, seeing it is different!

Both wolves are massive, one colouredrosy gold and the other dark, speckled grey. They’re about the same size, youmanage to observe despite the blur of their movements, but the grey one is justa bit bigger, and leaner, while its companion is stockier. Oddly, despite thefact you’ve been here all of thirty seconds, you find yourself becomingentranced as you watch with bated breath to see who will be the winner of thisrace. What can you say, you’ve always been a sucker for a competition.

The finish line is marked by two binson the far right side of the clearing, and as the two wolves grow closer thesmaller one seems to gain more ground. The crowd goes off in anticipation. Youreally think that it might be the one to win, until the grey wolf lets out ashort yowl that sounds suspiciously like a laugh, and then proceeds to launchitself forward and to the side, just barely feet from the bins. It goes rightin front of the gold wolf, of course, and with an irate bark and a short growlthe two of them go down in a tangle of limbs, the race devolving into anabridged form of wolf wrestling. When they cross the finish line it’s as oneunit, and you can hear the disappointment in the crowd behind you.

“HAH Yugyeom is always such a dirtycheat, I don’t know why Jackson never remembers and always agrees to race him.”Taehyung is cackling beside you, Jimin joining his amusement, while you watchthe two wolves tumble and roll in a blur until they separate and instead of twohulking wolves, it’s two shirtless males falling back on the damp grass, theirpants looking like they’d seen better days.

“Woah,” you can’t help but remark,eyes wide. You’ve heard a lot about wolf transformations, but you didn’trealise it was so quick.

Almost as though he can read yourmind, Jimin shoots you an amused smile. “The closer it is to a full moon, theeasier it is to transform. It’s a lot harder, longer, sometimes more painfulwhen it’s a new or waning moon.”

You wince, but Taehyung’s optimisticchime clears the expression from your face. “Yeah, we’re so close to the fullmoon right now that we can change in just a few seconds. It’s much smoother,and less stressful on the body. Which is good, since the nearer we are to afull moon the more our wolf itches to get out.”

“A lot of little details go into yourlives huh,” you comment, marvelling at all the things you’re learning even now,almost half a year into knowing them.

“Yup,” Taehyung answers, though he’sremarkably distracted as he does so. He seems to be searching the crowd behindyou for someone, and you find out exactly who in the next moment. “Ah, there heis— Namjoon!”

You turn in the direction Taehyungwaved, catching sight of a tall male with an ashy, silver-hued undercutstanding a good few metres away, pink drink to his mouth. He nearly spills itwhen his name is called, though, and you quickly connect the stories you’veheard of him and his clumsiness with his face. Ah, at last, the man, the myth,the legend himself – the resident Wolf God of Destruction.

Clearly a little bit drunk, if theway he wobbles as he turns to face you, long limbs like jelly, is anything togo by, Namjoon waves enthusiastically.

“I thought I smelt you,” he says, andit takes a moment for you to remember that’s something normal for them. “Whattook you guysh so long?”

He’s much less intimidating thanYoongi, you observe, but at the same time there’s a different sort ofundercurrent that surrounds him. He’s intimidating in a different way, a waythat you can’t quite name or put your finger on—despite the fact you think youjust saw him spill a bit of his drink on his white t-shirt. Your suspicions areconfirmed when you see a splotch of pink bloom in the fabric moments later.

“We were dragging this one out,”Taehyung happily responds, slapping you on the back. You narrow your eyes athim; oh, you’ll remember his eagerness to humiliate you.

Namjoon, you’re pretty sure, hadn’teven realised you were there until Taehyung just pointed you out. “Oh, hello!”

“Joon, this is y/n, the friend wealways tell you about, the one we said we were bringing tonight,” Jiminintroduces, prompting you to do an awkward little wave. He then gestures to thetall male currently beaming at you with dimples on display. “y/n, this isNamjoon, our leader and one of the alphas of the pack.”

“It’s nice to meet you!” you greet,smiling brightly and allowing yourself to slip comfortably into your moreextroverted persona. “Thank you for letting me come tonight!”

Namjoon seems somewhat flustered atyour words. “Nice to meet you too, and it’s no problem—you’re welcome to come,you know, these things aren’t anything exclusive. Um, it’s kind of justwhoever… yeah.”

Taehyung snorts, apparently findingthe partway inebriation of his leader very funny. “Great, now she’s met almosteverybody. Where’s the rest?”

“Hope’s inside, probably practicingthe karma sutra with some poor soul,” Namjoon answers, swaying as he sculls therest of his drink. It takes all of your willpower not to sputter and guffaw athis words. He then jerks his thumb behind him. “As for dumb and dumber—they’reover there. They’ve been bickering about who’s faster for the past ten minutes,so they’re probably going to race soon.”

“Again?!” Taehyung groans, and you’reonly left wondering why for a moment before he continues and answers the silentquestion in your head. “I have hardly anything left in my wallet from lasttime, why are they going again?”

Jimin snorts. “It’s your own faultfor betting on the wrong party. You know it’s actually kind of impressive howyou manage to choose the one that loses every time. Maybe you’re a bad luckcharm.”

Insulted beyond belief, Taehyunggapes at his friend and packmate, looking to Namjoon every few seconds like achild looking to their parent and waiting for them to step in and scold theirsibling. Namjoon isn’t going to be any help anytime soon, however, as you turnyour gaze and catch him staring with a frown into the bottom of his cup withunwavering focus, like he was trying to figure out where his drink went. Apparently, this wasn’t his first one of the night.

Before Taehyung and Jimin cancontinue bickering any more, there is a commotion behind Namjoon that catchesyour collective attention. There’s movement in the crowd, people shuffling andshouting, some laughing and cheering, before two figures break out. One of themis in a headlock but quickly wriggles his way out, bolting your way—the otheris hot on his heels.

“You’ll never catch me, old man!” Itdoesn’t take you long to figure out that the one in front has no apparent fearof god or man. “You’re as slow as ever! I’m gonna run laps around youagain, just you watch!”

“YAH! If I’m so old then where’s therespect, huh?! I’m five years older than you, that’s five years I’ve spentrunning more—”

You knew they were heading in yourgeneral direction, but you didn’t realise that they were quite literallyheading straight for you, and by no means looking where they’re going. Theymove so fast that not even Taehyung or Jimin, let alone yourself, can warn themor move out of the way. All you know is that one second you’re standing therenursing your drink and preparing to take a sip, and the next you’ve been bowledto the ground, dampness seeping into your back and front.

(Faintly, you realise your drink hasended up all over your front, and you think you can hear Karma laughing in thedistance.)

Blinking, for a moment you worryyou’ve been concussed before your vision clears and you’re made aware of a veryheavy weight atop of you. Somewhat delayed, a small noise of pain escapes youand it seems to be what kicks the person atop of you into gear.

“Oh!” They’re scrambling off of youinstantly, still kneeling on the ground but no longer atop of you as you bringyourself to lean on your elbows with a groan. “Oh, I- I a-am so sorry, I w—”

You expect the apologies to continuewhen they cut off abruptly, and when the silence stretches on another momentyou look up in confusion. You feel your stomach flip at the sight of the boythat had knocked you over, boyish features frozen in a look that you have noidea how to interpret except for complete and utter surprise. He’s cute,you observe with only the slightest amount of shame, even when he looks like adeer caught in headlights. The dark curls atop his head and the dark cocoa ofhis eyes do him justice—wait, you could have sworn they were dark brown, but asyou look at him you swear you see the outside begin to tinge gold.

“Uh, it’s okay—” the words are moreautomatic than anything, and an attempt to fill the space left by the boy whois still sitting frozen and staring at you. You don’t even get to finishthough, cut off by the voice of the person who had been chasing this boy thatknocked you over like a pin in a bowling lane.

“Jungkook, you little brat! Look whatyou did, you went and knocked some poor girl over! You even spilt her drink onher shirt—what are you doing, get off her already you bratty pup—”

Arms slip under the boy and almosthaul him away, but froze in their motions. Your eyes fly to the face of theperson they belong to, and you feel your stomach flip once more, nerves andheartbeat off the charts. He’s older-looking, less boyish in the face than theboy that ran you over, but even so he’s probably one of the most strikinglyattractive people you’ve ever seen; and he’s frozen, staring at you with thatexact same caught-in-headlights look as the boy in his arms. You feel a wash ofheat flow along your back and crawl up your neck at the attention. Suddenly,your insecurities return from earlier. God, you knew it, you shouldn’t havecome—it’s because you’re human, isn’t it? They can clearly tell, and—

“y/n!”

It seems that Taehyung and Jimin’sfriend instincts have finally kicked in after a prolonged amount of timewherein you were left on the ground, and they both grasp an arm to haul you uponto your feet. The change in angle makes you acutely aware of the drinkdrenching your front and sliding down your skin. Oh, god, that’s going to be sosticky later.

“Are you—” Jimin barely gets tofinish asking if you’re okay before a sound you’ve never heard so close beforesplits the air and instantly raises the hair on the back of your neck, yourentire body stiffening.

Growling, low and so strong itresonates through your chest. Your eyes whip to the source, surprise washingover you to see that its those same two boys, eyes no longer dark as you’d justseen but flaring a peculiar gold that whirls like liquid. Instantly, you’reaware of how the air and crowd around you has suddenly stilled, all attentionon your little group. The growls continue until Jimin and Taehyung’s handsleave your arms, and then their attention is on each other.

If you thought the first sounds letout were terrifying, then the snarls that were let loose at each other weredownright bloodcurdling. You have no idea what has caused thesudden animosity between them, since they seem to be packmates, but for amoment you think they might be about to fight for real. The tension in the airmakes it hard to breathe as the sounds grow louder, boys leaning away from eachother and their forms beginning to tremble. Just as you think they’re about toshift, a stern voice cuts through the air.

“Stop.”

Instantly the snarling and growlingceases, the two boys stilling completely. The tension is cut as something elsewashes over the field.

It’s Namjoon who spoke, and thecommand in his tone makes your stomach clench and shoulders pinch in tension.He seems to be momentarily sober enough to reprimand the two, incredulous eyesgoing between each of them.

“Are the two of you seriously growlingand snarling at each other like pups right now? Are you kidding me?” He soundsalmost like an exasperated father as he snaps at the two, gaze whipping toTaehyung and Jimin to deliver a nod over his shoulder, before he continues hisscolding. “Both of you are fast! My gods, do you have to fight about this everytime we have a celebration? Honestly. Both of you go inside and cool downbefore I tell Yoongi and he beats your asses. I’m drunk, I shouldn’t have toeven—”

Regrettably, you don’t get to hear therest of the reprimanding. Taehyung and Jimin step in front of you, nudging andpushing you back before you realise they’re herding you away and you look tothem in confusion.

“Jungkookie and Jinnie are about toget in a lot of trouble, and there probably won’t be much fun and games afterthat, so we may as well go,” Taehyung says with a shrug, nonchalant as ever.There’s something different in his expression though, the barest hint ofconfusion; apparently his two other packmates don’t fight to that extent veryoften.

“But—but I’m not even drunk! I didn’teven get to finish my second drink!” you protest, eyes going to your shirtwhich now displays the fate of your poor, unfortunate drink.

“That’s fine, you have vodka at yourhouse right?” Jimin asks, continuing to urge you. “We’ll just get shitfacedthere. Dibs on the couch for sleeping tonight.”

At the unexpected and cruel twist offate that has left him allocated to sleeping on the floor of your unit,Taehyung lets out a whine. You leave the property at their urging, but can’thelp but feel a certain two pairs of eyes boring into your back the entire wayout.

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tf2-headcanons-and-scenarios · 4 years

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How would the mercs react if their s/o were to faint in front of them (from something relatively non dangerous)? How much would the reaction differ if it was a friend? p.s love your blog, always brightens my day

A/N: I’m glad I can bring a smile around, hope you enjoy these!!

Scout:

- The first time Scout ever saw someone faint was from blood loss on the Battlefield, so whenever someone faints he usually starts acting childish

- Think of his reaction like poking a dead rat with a stick

- The first time he saw YOU faint, however, was from the sight of a big fat Spider during Halloween

- Now because of how he always reacted to fainting spells, everyone kind of assumed to hear him laughing and poking at you

- They were surprised to see Scout freaking out and asking if you were alright

- You bet your arse that he was asking Medic all the dumbest questions, from if you were dead to if you were losing blood somehow etc.

- He feels a bit foolish overreacting when you eventually tell him you had a fear of spiders and seeing that monster of a spider just didn’t sit well for you

- If you guys were friends, however, he would laugh at you and poke at you until you wake up

- Tell him you’re fearful of spiders and he’ll always put spiders in your room or on your gun

- Yeah he’s a massive dickhead about it if you’re just friends

Soldier:

- Fainting was not something that Soldier understood. AT ALL.

- An enemy faints on the battlefield, he just blows them up and moves on

- If someone on his team faints, he scolds them for sleeping on the job or being a big fat coward

- The first time Soldier sees you faint in front of him is when he comes towards you with a smile on his face and shows you his box full of heads

- Now in-battle, you were fine with gore. Outside of conflict? NOPE.

- Soldier was just sitting beside you the entire time, poking your cheek with a finger and asking if you got enough sleep last night etc.

- Medic found himself walking into this sight and Soldier has grown worried after you didn’t wake up for a while

- Medic then talked some reason into Soldier that fainting wasn’t as he originally thought

- Soldier panicked but he calmed down when you woke up. From then on he doesn’t show his his head collection

- If you guys were just friends, he’d lecture you about it once you woke up and he would keep insisting on showing you his head collection

- You avoid that specific interaction like the plague and he calls you a coward. You can live with that so long as it means not seeing the heads again

Pyro:

- You and your team’s Pyro were just hanging around an abandoned building one fateful day

- You were both exploring and playing in the area with them, and you were having the time of your life

- At some point in time, both of you began to mess around with the roofing of the building, occasionally jumping to grab onto the beams above

- Eventually you managed to lose them somewhere in the building, so you went to look for them

- You found them doing something to something else, and you went to have a look

- You immediately regretted it as you saw them butchering an unfortunate enemy Spy who somehow crossed paths with them

- You fainted from seeing what remains of the Spy, and you wake up seeing Pyro PANIC about you and your health

- When you tell them you’re fine, they pick you up and give you a piggyback home, apologising and reassuring you they won’t do something like that again when you’re around

- They do keep to their word, they don’t do it outside of battle but in-battle? Hell has literally been manifested into one creature

- If you both were friends, Pyro would just shrug and continue doing what they were already doing to the poor Spy

Demoman:

- Your team won a round and were going out to celebrate

- Medic, Pyro and Heavy opted to stay at the base, while Spy went to go to a theatre

- Everyone else went out to the local pub to drink their hearts out

- Demo invites you as his romantic plus one, and you both went together to the same pub

- You guys started drinking and having fun, laughing as it was revealed that Scout was a light-weight very quickly

- Your last memory of the evening was feeling tipsy and sitting in Demo’s lap as he was starting to get drunk

- You wake up feeling terrible, your head pounding, your throat dry and feeling sweaty all over

- You eventually realise you were still in your evening attire in another person’s bed, and you were worried until you saw Demoman walking into the room with a tray in his hands

- He was very relieved to see you awake, and explained how you passed out drunk, and how he was worried for you and everything

- You tell him you’ll be fine and thank him for bringing you a glass of water, some painkillers and a hot plate of breakfast for two people

- You spend the morning eating breakfast together with Demoman nursing you better

- If you guys were friends? He’d laugh at how much of a light-weight you are and then wake you up forcefully with a nice bucket of ice-cold water

Heavy:

- It was right about Flu season in the Badlands and you were the unfortunate one who managed to get sick with the Flu

- You were relatively fine dealing with it on your own, but Heavy stepped in wherever he could to help you out

- Eventually you managed to infect Spy and Soldier with the Flu, and Medic has to send you three into isolation to prevent further contamination

- Scout thought it was wise to mess around with Spy’s medication and decided to switch out his medication with sleeping pills

- Unfortunately for Scout, he didn’t put the sleeping pills in the right container. Unfortunately for you, you ended up with the bottle of sleeping pills

- When Heavy went to check up on you, he had the biggest panic attack known to mankind when you were unresponsive

- He begged Medic to save your life, and was immensely relieved when it was discovered that you just took some Sleeping Pills that knocked you out like a light

- When you woke up, Heavy was right there with your proper medication, a bowl of warm Chicken Soup (his mother’s recipe) and a glass of water

- He gave you kisses on your forehead to check your temperature every now and then

- He would not care if he got contaminated, he isn’t letting shit like that happen to you again

- Yes He did discover Scout was responsible for the sleeping pills. Yes Scout’s week was absolutely miserable

- If you and Heavy were just friends, he’d make sure you were alright, but would leave you and the others in isolation until you guys were better

- He would still make Scout pay for such a potentially dangerous prank though

Engineer:

- Engineer has just finished working on a nifty little invention one day and he asked you and a few other mercs to test it out for him

- You were the only one willing to do it, everyone else was promised a full crate of booze to share if they participated

- There was an even number among the group of volunteers, and you were left to test the invention out with Soldier

- It was going well at first until Soldier got the brightest idea to start fiddling around with his end of the machine

- Despite the warnings Engi gave him, Soldier kept on doing his thing until he managed to loosen something up that made the machine malfunction

- Both you and Soldier fell unconscious from the electric shock you both received just as Engineer turned it off

- He was worried sick about you, and gently carried you over to Medic’s lab to get you checked

- He was a lot less scared for you when Medic told him the shock was nothing too serious, and you didn’t have any serious injuries anywhere internally and externally

- When you woke up, you swore you’ve never seen him more relieved in his life, and he apologises immensely to you

- As another way to apologise to you, he took you into town for a quiet evening out, spoiling you with dinner and romantic tunes from his guitar

- If you guys were just friends, he’d make sure you were alright and apologise for the accident with your own crate of booze

- In both scenarios Soldier would not get his share of alcohol and he would be banned from using any of Engi’s buildings on and off the battlefield for at least a week

Medic:

- Medic doesn’t usually invite someone in to help him with medical experiments as an assistant. Usually he invites someone to BE the medical experiment

- However, it was one of those days where Medic wasn’t opening up the torso of a team member, but it was the day he got a new fresh shipment of human transplants

- Said human transplants were harvested, cleaned and revived into working condition from the corpses of respawned mercenaries

- Thanks Saxton Hale

- Medic invites you to help him unload his new medical supplies along with Heavy and Sniper, and you happily agree

- You guys did your thing unloading the crates and putting them into Medic’s lab, but you guys were called to look at something Medic found

- Apparently his request for a large pile of blood bags went through (said blood was hijacked from a blood donation van that had conveniently crashed)

- Catching an eyeful of blood in bags did NOT sit well for you, and you fainted from the sight of it

- You woke up to Medic apologising and Heavy returning with a cold glass of water Medic asked him to fetch for you

- Medic still brings you into the lab to help you out, but he will warn you if there’ll be blood involved in his work

- The blood bags in question are carefully stored in a place where you won’t be able to find them

- If you guys were just friends he’d literally not care and ask Heavy and Sniper to finish unloading the supplies

- He would take advantage of your unconscious state to probably experiment on you though. Hey, saves him the trouble of sedating you!

Sniper:

- You had been visiting Australia with Sniper and the rest of the team for an assignment Miss Pauling sent you on.

- At some point in time you and Sniper were tracking someone down in the Outback and it had been a hot day and you were dying from the heat

- You both wanted to conserve as much water as possible but hot damn you were feeling lathargic

- You both stopped to sit and rest for a moment to have a sip of water, but you fainted at the sight of a very large snake sitting right next to you before you could even open your flask

- You woke up with a cloth over your forehead and Sniper sitting beside you looking relieved

- You began apologising for fainting at the sight of the snake but Sniper cut you off saying that it wasn’t your fault and you shouldn’t apologise for it

- He will give you his flask to drink as much water as you’d like, and he will cuddle you better

- If you guys were just friends he’d set you in the back of the team truck and take the driver’s seat. He knows you’ll be fine

Spy:

- It was a quiet and tense night out, you and Spy had been assigned to assasinate a growing enemy of Mann. Co and so far it wasn’t going well

- One good thing was that you both managed to eliminate the target at a high-class restaurant but now you both are utilising utensils and metallic pans to escape from the security guards and body guards

- You had been doing fine up until you were unsuspectingly caught with a frying pan to the back of your head, rendering you unconscious

- When you woke up, you were in Spy’s arms travelling in the back of the pick-up truck Miss Pauling was driving. You had not seen him this uneasy in a while and you had a feeling as to why

- Pauling caught you up on what happened after you got knocked out. In short, Spy got thrown off his game and almost captured trying to rescue you. Needless to say Miss Pauling got her hands dirty cleaning up Spy’s sloppiness but thankfully promised to keep this between you three

- The rest of the trip has Spy cuddle you in his arms as he carefully nursed your injured head

- One could say he was overreacting over your concussion but you allowed him to fret over you

- If you guys were friends he would have finished the job yourself and scold you for being so careless

- It would also be a very long time before you were even considered to accompany him on another mission

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❝there’s always a first time❞ hjs ― m.

― summary:

your brother seungmin is very protective over you, but one day your best friend gave you a stick and poke tattoo and you get an infection. fortunately seungmin’s friend jisung as a hobby tattoo fanatic helps you take care of it and when seungmin wasn’t there you two decide to run away.

badboy!jisung/goodgirl!reader | fluff, smut | 5.3k ↬ content warnings: swear words, the mention of alcohol and drugs. drunk/high sex, with a little size and corruption kink.

a/n: i had this idea a couple of days ago and i tried my best to get this idea into a fic, i hope you enjoy it !!

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The relationship between me and my cousin Seungmin is better than with anyone else, you could say that we could consider ourselves as siblings and even best friends. We had the same taste in humor and even better lived in the same house after my mother died right after she gave birth to me. My father ended up bringing me to my aunt and uncle at the age of 2.

Seungmin is 1 year older and has ‘BBPI’ as he calls it which means Big Brother Protection Instinct. I know, complete nonsense and as a 16-year old I don’t get why I have to be protected. Well, as Seungmin said I am still ‘his small sister’. Pathetic. As said before Seungmin is 1 year older to be exact 11 months and 28 days and has friends, for whatever reason, he has a whole group. Well, he warned me about one of them, the walking trouble: Han Jisung. He basically is the opposite of me, a 180 if you want to say it.

He stole the car of his stepfather numerous of times and I remember seeing him drunk and completely stoned in school, that I will never forget. Last year he was stumbling through the hallways of our school. His hair messy and his smile never leaving his lips. He had the hardest time trying to keep his eyes open, or even just keeping his legs moving. And the best part, he puked on his teacher's chest. It was the highlight of the whole day, no the whole semester. His stepfather thank god is very wealthy and managed to keep him in school, somehow.

I heard a lot of rumors about this Jisung and I really do not want to believe that he was in the Russian mafia boss nor do I want to believe that he killed his father and is living with his mother who helped him. It was really funny though to hear how unique and ridiculous the fantasies and the gossip was at our school, I mean a Russian mafia boss, seriously?

I hung out with my own friends, but sometimes I would get to talk and just meet my brother’s friends. In conclusion, we even had the same taste in friends. They were really nice. I really have the best friendship with Felix and Changbin. Felix firstly has an excellent taste in music and humor, secondly, he is by far one of the most concentrated gamer I’ve ever met. Changbin is just Changbin. He is kind of annoying and clingy with his friends. Which you would’ve never expected from this buff hulk. And to be completely honest with you, Changbin and Lix...are kind of cute together.

Well, with Seungmin being as protective as he is, he has told me clearly that dating is already a picky topic but dating one of his group members. I think he would be as angry as he was when I asked him what a ‘Day6′ was. He really ignored me for 3 weeks straight, with a text message saying ‘if you know who wonpil is then you are allowed to talk to me’. (stan day6, cowards.)

“Stop moving so much, I’ve done it before and you’re overreacting.” She whisper-screamed. She was nearly done with her K on my thigh, It was way bigger than I thought it would be, but it looked good.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just getting poked by a hot needle on my thigh over and over again.” My sarcasm was louder than the thoughts in my head that were shouting lines of ‘you’re so in trouble’ or ‘you will never be able to get this off your skin’.

“So.. Here we go. Done.” She said as she was looking at her masterpiece of a K on my thigh of the size of a thumb. But it looked even and nice. She has done a (The first letter of y/n) on her thigh. I cannot believe how red it was though, and swollen. Extremely swollen

“Kim, when will it be ‘okay’?” I asked her with a slight nervous undertone. I really am the biggest chicken on earth. She opened her bag and got saran wrap. She took some out and wrapped it over her creation with such a soft touch. I still cringed and squinched.

“Maybe a week or two. It doesn’t take too long.” She smiled at our bond. I smiled with her. We ended up in a big hug and stayed like this for some time before she packed her stuff and headed out.

I admired her work on my thigh and stood up, with an overwhelming pain spreading across my thigh. I couldn’t stand up on my own feet, my thigh stung extremely and harshly.

Panic rising through me, what the heck should I do now? Should I call my mom and tell her about it? Should I tell Seungmin and ask him for help? Should I just emigrate to Brazil and start my new life as a Silvia Theresa Rodriguez?

I crawled to my bed and tried my best to let the 2 years drama club pay off. I called my mom and asked for a painkiller. She came up to my room and sat on the edge of my bed.

“Honey, is everything okay?” Her concerned eyes scanned my body and noticed my messy hair and my pale face. I coughed.

“Mom, I-I’m sick.” She sat there and looked at me and gave me the painkiller with a glass of water.

I snatched it out of her hand and gulped the pill down as if it were the only banana in the jungle. Her concern grew faster and she shook her head.

“I’m going to call your teacher. You’re not going to school.” She said as she got off my bed and walked off with her phone in her hand, dialing the number.

After the longest 8 hours, Seungmin came home, and thank god came into my room. With a bag of McDonald's and a big smile, he went to my bed and sat down.

“Why didn’t you come to school?” He gave me the bag and with a breathtaking smell of fat and fast food filling my nose and getting the best of me.

“Oh, I am sick my head hurt a little, and mom overreacted.” I said with a huge load of fries in my mouth.

With a small pat on my thigh, he hit the right spot of the K and a shriek came out, my whole body tensing up and Seungmin looking at my covered thigh. He took the blanket off. My shorts relieving the now swollen and slightly scabbing spot.

A moment of silence filled the room and Seungmins face has gotten from a healthy color to a concerning red and then to a frightening purple.

“Surprise...” I smiled awkwardly.

“Y/N, you got a fucking tattoo...” His voice was a low growl, but still, you could clearly hear the pure panic in his voice.

“Uhm, haha yea. So I made it myself, you like it?” My shaking voice showing the state of mine. My thigh looked pretty bad and as painful as it would’ve been, without the painkillers.

“Did you disinfect it?” My whole head went blank. Of course, it was so swollen and scabbing, Kim didn’t disinfect it. My face went paler than pale and I rethought the consequences of an infection.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a no. Get your shoes and we will get to my friend he will help you.” He really was very serious about the infection so I stood up with a numb pain, but not as overwhelming as it was yesterday. I searched for my shoes and directly followed him.

A quick bus ride and a small foot-march later there was a big but still small and cozy house. Red and white, reminding me of a red velvet cupcake. Looks fancy but is cute at the same time. The grass and the dwarfs decorating the beautiful view. A middle-aged lady working in the garden, planting in seeds and watering the red tulips.

“Hello, Mrs. Han is Jisung home?” He grinned at her.

“Oh hello, Seungmin. Nice to see you again!” She smiled at him with a motherly aura surrounding her. She hugged him and I could see that she liked Seungmin a lot. He didn’t really know what to do awkwardly stood there and let her do. She noticed me standing there and hiding behind Seungmin's tall figure and met with her warm brown eyes.

“Hello, and who are you?” she asked with a bigger smile.

“Uh, I am Seungmins sister.” I immediately trusted her and her warm embrace.

“Ah yes, I can see the model genes going in the family. You seem like you’re in a big rush to see Jisung, he’s in his room.” She told us and saw my embarrassed blush across my face as Seungmin took my hand and yanked me downstairs to where Jisung was.

The basement as a room, interesting. It was colored black and had a lot of posters of some bands that I have never heard of. There he was on his bed smoking a cigarette and admiring his newest addition to his arm, a slightly red and in saran wrapped tattoo. A small skull drinking from a glass bottle, very precise and well made. He sat there and continued to smoke.

“Seungmin, what’s up.” he took a puff. Not giving anyone a single look. His hand tapping over his forearm and keep admiring his skull.

“I need your help. My sister made a tattoo and now it’s infected. Do you know what to do?” Seungmin seemed very concerned and worried. Jisung stood up and chuckled a little.

“The little Y/N, has a tattoo?” He asked me and looked down at me.

His eyes have the same warm brown as his mothers and I weirdly trusted him regardless of his reputation. His hair was dyed a very light blonde and his face was very chubby, unlike his body which was athletic: muscular but slim. He had two tears on his face and my thoughts went crazy. Who in the actual hell did he kill and the rumors of Jisung being a Russian mafia boss came into my mind and I reconsidered if I should be worried to be in a room with him?

“Seungmin, I have some lemonade for you.” Mrs. Han's voice echoed through the basement and he looked at Jisung.

“Go for it, I will take care of her.” He gave him green light and Seungmin looked at him with a look in his eyes. Which could be translated into ‘If you hit on my sister, I will drag your corpse to the nearest forest and let you get eaten by the birds’. Jisung nodded and Seungmin went upstairs.

“So tell me, how did you do that?” He said with a smile as he pointed to my infected K. His hair falling on his face, a little messy but still perfectly proportional.

“Uhm, a long story...” He went to his desk and took out a liquid and a cotton pad. He pushed the chair next to the bed and patted the bed. I quickly sat down. Him in front of me.

“I have time, come on.” He looked up and gave me a simper. I felt a small tickle again and wanted to trust him with it.

“Well uh, my friend Kim wanted to get us bonded. She took a needle and poked my skin for some time until it was done.” He laughed a little, letting me see his whites.

“You stick and poked and didn’t disinfect it?” His eyes still on mine and not leaving the look they had, of the warm and soft chocolate brown.

“No, we didn’t and stop making fun of me- Ah-” His cold hand touching my thigh. My body stiffened and it was hard to relax.

“Calm down, relax. You wanna listen to music? disinfecting this will be a little uncomfortable.” He stood up and walked to his stereo. He took out a cassette and stuck one in. A prehistoric cassette, I haven’t seen this since I listened to Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban one years ago. After some seconds of silence, ‘All The Small Things’ by blink-182 boosted through the speakers.

He turned around and sat down again and wet the pad with this liquid. He took off the wrap and the air hit the wound. It was a stinging soreness, that leads me to look away and bite my lower lip, hard.

He took the wet pad and started to clean up the wound as careful and gentle as possible, the stinging and burning pain was a very harsh rush of pain. I whined and groaned loudly.

“Does it hurt?” He asked as he was still cleaning up.

“Well, yes,” I said with a small whine.

“Good. If I see you with a new tattoo I will get you punished.” his voice getting raspier and raspier. But he still cleaned the wound up and was done with the disinfecting. He stood up again and got some of the saran wraps and pointed his finger, signaling me to stand up.

I stood up from his bed and he kneeled down to wrap it up. His hands still very cold and tickling my thigh.

“So Kim, is your friend?” His voice a little absent.

“Yes, my best.” I had to automatically smile.

“Tell me about her, how is she like?” I was surprised at his interest in my personal life but answered him.

“Oh, um she is reckless and she never thinks about her actions. She makes out stupid things that I have to box her out of. But she also has a nice and gentle side that not many know. I love her a lot.” I smiled at our memories and how easy it was to be myself around her.

As I was in my thoughts, Jisung took out a bottle of Jack Daniels and takes a glass. He gets him a good amount and gets another glass after seeing my big eyes. After a long friendship with Kim who was known for drinking, I have never drunk any alcohol, well until today. He gave me a glass full of brown fluid.

“I- I can’t believe we did that.” I laughed as Jisung was holding my hand walking on an abandoned street in the middle of nowhere. He had given me a big sip of the whiskey, it was a burning sensation of my taste buds being confused and curious for more.

“It’s better, not being sober right?” He asked stumbling into the sunset.The bitter taste of the alcohol and the adrenaline of me running away with a friend of my brother without his permission. I felt every single touch of his hand tightening and holding my hand in his clutches not letting go.

“Come on drink it, Y/N. The painkillers are not going to help you any better than Jackie will.” He smiled and waved the glass in front of my nose. I mean I never was drunk and I want to know what it’s like. My curiosity and stupidity have gotten control of me and I accepted with a shaky hand.

I took a small sip of the whiskey and the bitter and stinging sensation was so disgusting. I couldn’t swallow it and started to look around for somewhere to spit it at. But with Jisung forcing me to look up at him with his fingers, pushing my head upwards.

“Swallow it, now.” his eyes burning holes into mine and letting me breathless with no other choice other than swallow. I gulped the fluid down and the burn in my throat was unbelievably harsh.

“Good girl, now. If Seungmin sees your ass drunk this will be very dangerous for both us. Do you have any other clothes or is this everything you’ve got?” He already searched in his closet and gave me a black hoodie with some jeans.

“Here you go. Hurry up, my mom is not going to keep him for any longer.” He went upstairs and left me with there a little tipsy and with some clothes from this boy that I barely knew.

After getting them on I noticed the size difference, Jisung has it in L. On me it was XXL. The size was really funny and the jeans that should hug his waist like they are on the ones he is wearing, are now hanging from my pelvic bone. I saw my reflection of the mirror and busted out in laughter.

Jisung came down and looked at my new outfit, and laughed as well. He came in front of me and squished my cheeks. He played with them and ruffled my hair into a mess, I officially am looking like I just woke up with my PJ’s.

“You look so cute, this stuff is the tightest clothing that I have and your body is just sliding through.” He smiled and looked into my eyes, his hands still cupping my cheeks. A strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes leaving him, mixing with his cologne.

He stepped back and admired this baggy look. He had a hand on his chin, thinking about what can make it look even better than it already does. With an idea in his mind he sought for.... a belt.

He took the of course black belt and put it over my waist. I almost wanted to remind him that I am not a toddler and can put on a belt myself, but the sudden closeness of him and his firm grip on his jeans on me. My heart did a small tap dance, but he continued to put it on with no sign of hesitation.

“This looks better. Take your shoes and let’s get out of here.” Trouble, that was what I am going to get after this. Am I out of my mind going with Jisung with no other thought? Am I dumb for trusting this dude that threw up on his teacher's chest in the hallway last year?

He packed his bag with a shit ton of bottles and some other stuff that I don’t even want to know what it is, the curiosity of what is in this bag now really bugged me. What did he have in this bag? He started to notice my glare on his black backpack.

“You ever had drugs, little one?” He asked as if it was the most normal thing to ask a 16-year-old. If I ever had drugs, the small sips of this weird and burning stuff and the coffee I had in the morning.

“N-No.” My stutter surprised me and the sudden tension started to get harder and intense. My subconscious shouted in my head to get out and go home with Seungmin, but this Jisung really had something and I wanted to explore that.

“There’s always a first time and I needed to go out anyway. You wanna meet my friends?” His smirk was absolutely precious and there was no way in hell that I could say no to this face. After my agreement, he smiled even brighter than before. He took some of his rings and gave those to me and some chains. I looked so different from what I daily wear and with a hat my appearance was complete.

“I-It’s so much better. Not having this pressure.” After another big gulp of the whiskey, he threw the bottle to the road and opened his bag. A see-through water like a bottle. He gave it to me and I opened it after some seconds of struggle. We stumbled through the sunset of the lonely and empty roads of a beautiful panorama.

“Le-Let’s sit down for a while. I am so ti-tired.” I laughed and sat down on the empty road. He joined me and took the opened vodka bottle from me and took a small sip after gasping dramatically and getting a green bag out of his pocket. It looked like leaves and after a long time of finding out what it was, I knew it when he started to build a joint.

I took the bottle and drank the alcohol. I couldn’t believe this scenario, I am drunk and I am about to get high. I will get so much damage for this one night, but it still felt like it was a Bonnie and Clyde after play. Such a euphoric moment, and a moment I would’ve never have dreamed of.

So deep in my own thoughts and my own actions and with this alcohol in my hands, I didn’t see that Jisung was already done with his work. He saw my lazy eyes and pointed out to his bag.

“Hey, listen to music on my phone the code is 0325.” I crawled over to his bag and searched for the perfect song and here it was. New Flesh by the Current Joys, a carefree and a lighthearted song. The song started playing and Jisung snickered.

“I start to really learn a new si-side of you. Little miss Y/N.” He finished his joint and licked it clean. He grabbed in his bag and pulled out speakers. This bag really is a survival kit. He connected them to his phone and the music blasted out with such an enormous volume.

He took out his lighter and the fire sneaked it’s way through the marijuana and gives out a really unique smell. He seemed relaxed and fell on his back. He now was lying on the hard and cold cement road, his little relaxing tool between his fingers.

“So you never smoked before, like ever?”He has gotten up again and let his arm over my shoulder, giving me a really focused look.

“N-Nah.” I giggled for no reason. My head felt dizzy and my vision getting blurry after breathing in second-hand smoke.

“So I’m gonna show you, ho-how to do it the right way.” He smiled and almost closing his eyes completely.

He took my face into his hand and held the joint on the other hand. He gave it to me and I held it the best way I could, trying to let it fall down. I took a big hit and coughed all of the smoke out in a matter of 3 seconds.

He laughed uncontrollably and as he was laughing my head started to turn, my stomach started to growl and my mouth was getting dry. I honestly did not expect it to work that easily but I felt the difference in my body. I took another puff of it and another.

With a little time it has gotten easier and better to not cough. Jisung after not talking for what seemed like a whole eternity, started to notice that the sky is getting darker. He saw a whole field next to the road and threw his stuff in there and threw himself as well.

“Come here! The field is soft.” He shouted from his new spot and I giggled and jumped on top of him. His laugh resounded through the emptiness surrounding us and my giggle became a little quieter when I felt his hand on my hip. As before, when he put on the belt for me, my face grew hot and my eyes stayed on him and I played with his hair. He stroked my body with his fingertips, it feeling like electric wires rushing through my hot body.

I leaned down and then kissed his soft lips. Right at this moment I didn’t care about anyone. My brother, my parents, my friends not even my own thoughts that screamed in my head to cut it off and go home. I wanted to live and wanted to enjoy, feel this moment. Exactly live in this moment right here and there. In a field in the middle of nowhere with the music still blasting somewhere near us and the taste of alcohol still running through my mouth and most importantly, Jisung being right here and there.

“I d-don’t want to pressure you to anything, Y/N.-” I shushed him up with another kiss and his smile making the butterflies in my tummy explode into a mess. He tucked on his hoodie and leaned into my ear.

“I am sure you look even better without my hoodie on.”

I giggled loudly, his hand getting lost on the inside of my hoodie. Grasping on my bra and massaging it softly. My world turning in circles and the music still playing on the highest volume from the speakers, somewhere in the grass.

“I want you, now.” I said, looking down to him. I took off my hoodie and threw it next to Jisung beneath me. His hands still on me, my hair falling down to the side of his face. I was needy and what could feed this hunger was him.

“If your brother could see his little girl…” he smiled at my face being some small inches in front of his. the taste of the marijuana in my mouth mixed with the strong vodka and whiskey was driving me into the dumbest things.

I kissed his soft lips, touching them a little and his tongue rolling with mine. He tasted like danger and everything forbidden for me, giving me a thrill of my life. I continued to go down his neck, sucking the best I could making it hard due to the lack of energy.

“You’re doing great, little one.” He moaned when I once reached his hard and perky abs, leaving a trail of bruises and hickeys all the way down here. He groaned once I unlocked his belt and pushed his jeans down to his boxers. The outline of his dick was hardly poking out, getting me to an idea of my first blowjob ever.

I pulled the off and there he was, poking at me. The hard and red tip, cum dripping on them slightly. I took him in my hands, carefully pumping him. His eyes following my actions his whines and stares telling me to put him in my mouth, I couldn’t get him all in, him laughing at me trying my hardest to deepthroat.

“Your little mouth is amazing.” He mumbled with his eyes closed tightly, his hands getting lost in my hair. Moans and grunts getting me wetter and wetter. I couldn’t breathe and with my mouth being filled up completely, my eyes turning to the back of my head.

I backed up and took some time to breathe, a string of saliva connecting my lips with his wet and throbbing dick. He pushed his hair back, his hand still on my head, grabbing and pulling at it hardly. I choked lightly on his pressure on my head, pushing me down and forcefully getting me down. After some seconds of complete silence he let go and a broken groan echoed through my dizzy head.

“Uh fuck, how can this small mouth get all that in?” He smiled looking down at me with his lazy eyes on the string of saliva connecting his tip to my lips. I started to laugh out, the feeling of a dick in my mouth reminding me of a Popsicle. He laughed as well, this whole scenario being unbelievable. It was deep dark outside, the only light being the lanterns of the side street and the moon, shining out heavily. The wheat among us, the music that still played beside us.

He suddenly stopped giggling immediately and closed his eyes. His head was thrown to the ground and he held my head in his hands, still thrusting into my mouth hardly.

“Wh-Where can I c-cum?” He stuttered and I just continued to bop my head down his length, feeling every inch in my mouth, I choked a little on the twitch of his cock. “Fuuuck.” He groaned loud through the hard beats of the music. I felt his dick twitch again in my throat and as I moaned the vibrations got him to spill his load into my mouth. The warm liquid running through my throat, I choked once again and the shivers went down my spine mercilessly.

“Ah fuck.” He tried to collect his breath, moaning more curse words. I still sucked at the tip and popped him out of my mouth, his seeds running down my lips. I looked up at his brown eyes, stars above us reflecting in them. He had the warmest and softest expression on his face, starring down at my cum filled mouth, trying my hardest to swallow everything.

“Now it’s your turn, princess.”

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 4 years

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I ain’t afraid of no skeleton

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader

Summary: It’s a Halloween party at the Tower and Steve dresses up as the only one things that doesn’t scare the bejesus out of you.

Warnings: Angts, Fluff, Avengers being sweethearts, a happy ending ( is that a warning?)

A/N: So I wrote this a bit late for The Spooky Writing Challenge of the amazing @barnesrogersvstheworld . I had so much fun writing it especially that I had so much stuff on my head lately and still have so it was an amazing get away for me. I do apologise for any mistakes. English is not my mother tongue, but I am doing my best I promise :) This is also my first challange thing, so please be gentle <3

Words: 3740+

You never liked Halloween. Once because your parents never let you go out with any of your friends, and second you were a proper chicken. It was easy to scare you, and as much as you never believed in ghosts, zombies and other anomalies, you were still terrified.

You chuckled, however, seeing all the skeleton hanging about. As a scientist, skeletons never scared you. Fascinated? Yes. Scared? Never.

It always made you smile whenever you saw the decorations, and being a part of the Avengers tower team, you were mentally prepared for the place to look like a haunted house. After all Tony Stark owned the place. And if someone was about to make it a big wow, then it had to be Tony Stark.

"Spooky", you tensed hearing a chuckle behind you. The one and only Captain America seemed to live to spend his lunch in your lab. You never understood why, but you never minded. He always brought you coffee and something new he tried out cooking or when you made something you thought he would like, you texted him and brought it. It became a routine for both of you. Something you enjoyed. Mostly because you had an enormous crush on the Golden Boy of America. But who were you kidding? You were just one of many people that worked in the tower, and Captain America was just being nice and friendly.

"Yeah, I guess..." you chuckled, thanking him for the cup of coffee he had brought with him. "Am not a fan of Halloween, if I'm honest." He raised his brow and just now realised you only had some skeleton hanging around, nothing more. "I'm a chicken by nature and all those spooky stuff scares me", you pouted hearing him chuckle.

"But no skeletons?" He asked, sitting opposite you at your little table.

"I'm a scientist, Mr Rogers. I ain't afraid of no skeleton" you smiled, hearing his booming smile. You felt proud whenever you were able to make that sound come out. He looked so carefree and beautiful. His mesmerising eyes shined then, making your knot at stomach even tighter. "Ghosts and zombies are a different story though..." you added, making him laugh even more at your adorable face.

"A scientist that believes in ghosts and zombies?"

"From a biological point of view it is possible for zombies to exist... someday," you smirked and bit your lip. "You for example. An amazing example of one. You died and came back to life." He opened his mouth to say something, but only another fit of laughter came out.

"Does that mean you're afraid of me?" He asked in a joking matter, making you chuckle. "I'll dress up as a skeleton for the party. Just to make sure you won't ran away."

You promised Tony to bake some of your popular cookies and muffins for the afterparty. Not being able to say no, you were now solemnly tired but happy to see over 50 muffins and 100 cookies on the counter.

"I know that smell!" You turned and smiled at Sam and Bucky who walked into the kitchen.

"Holy cow, doll, you have outdone yourself!" Barnes whistled under his nose seeing all the different Halloween sweets sitting around the kitchen. "Stark should pay you for that", he joked giving you a friendly peck on the cheek, followed by Wilson.

"Please tell me you made some extra for us to try...?" The Falcon asked, smirking at you. Raising your brow you chuckled, unable to fight his puppy eyes. Who would have thought the ex-soldier would have such a sweet tooth. You handed him the cupcakes from the plate away from the others and blushed to hear his happy groans.

"Here." You turned to Barnes giving him a different looking cupcake. "I know you're not a fan of sweets, but a little bird told me once you used to love cheesecake. They probably are not as good as you ate back in those days. But maybe you'll enjoy it", you noticed a little blush on his cheeks and he thanked you with a small smile.

"You are an angel, I hope you know that" he murmured between the bites. You were proud of yourself noticing his smile and the speed he devoured his sweet. "Whoever will be lucky enough to court you, I'm already jealous." You laughed at him, slowly putting all the cupcakes away, leaving the plate for the avengers to eat before the party. "Strawberry cupcakes? I wonder who are they for", you tenses hearing a cheeky tone of the ex Winter Soldier.

"I... I heard he used to be allergic to those. Plus they were quite expensive in the 30s... and I noticed him snacking on them now so..." you are probably more red than tomato, hating the fact that the boys in front of her knew about her stupid crush on the Captain.

"That's adorable", Sam smiled at you in a weirdly encouraging way. "So is this the way you will use to tell him about your feelings?"

"No!" You squealed, making them chuckle at your reaction. "I... I couldn't... look at him and then me. I am not worthy to even think that someone as amazing as him would even consider me... you know..." Just as Wilson was about to say something, the doors to the kitchen opened and the source of the topic walked in.

"Oh!! I know that smell!!" You chucked at his huge grim and shining eyes. "You will make us fat, Y/N!" He joked walking towards the three of you.

"Here", you pushed the special cupcake to him, smiling sweetly. "I gotta go, got some paperwork to do. I will see you guys at the party." You waved at them and left the room.

"She's adorable", Rogers looked at Wilson, who was still gazing at the doors that you just used to leave. His brow furrowed. A weird, uneasy feeling appeared in his stomach, with his friends complement. "I think I'm gonna ask her out", Cap's eyes widened, and Bucky could not help but smirk. Their friend was the best guy there is, but he was tense and awful with women. He was almost sure that the big guy was worse than the skinny one in the 30s. "What do you think, Cap?"

"If... if you like her...", he answered, but his voice low and husky. If Sam did not know better, he'd think his friend would kill him now, from the way he looked at him. "I mean. She is a great dame... I mean girl. A woman. She's a great woman."

"So why the hell have you no asked her out yet?" Bucky finally asked, feeling sorry for his life long friend. Barnes was happy to see Steve smile whenever he was with you. You little lunch dates that none of you actually called dates, were adorable. Even Natasha found it cute, whenever Steve walked into the building with extra coffee and a muffin, two or seven. He liked you and it was not a secret that you liked him. But of course, none of you would say anything. You were both too stubborn to even realise how good you were for each other.

"She's a friend. That's all she sees in me..." the blonde answered ashamed to even talk about it.

"Oh Steve, you're an idiot!" Sam laughed out loud. "You have dates practically every damn lunch. You spend more time with her than with anyone of us. And she doesn't seem to mind that. Come on, man. She made you special strawberry cupcakes. Did you know she hates them? Even the smell makes her sick and yet she made them just for you."

Rogers was looking at Wilson with shock. Of course, he knew all that, but hearing it from his friends' lips had a different impact.

He smiled saying goodbye to his friends. After all, there was a party tonight and he needed to get ready and get into the ridiculous costume he bought especially for you.

You were never a party person. You much more preferred to stay in the corner with your drink and watch people.

But this night was different. You did not enjoy looking at that one person. He looked really great in his Jack Skellington costume. You felt your heartache for him for dressing as a skeleton. Some part of you thought he did it for you. But seeing all the women surrounding him, you were sure anymore. All of them were beautiful, skinny and willing to give themselves to him. Who were you to even think that he dress up like that for you?

"You seem miserable, my dear bakery queen", you rolled your eyes hearing Stark's voice.

"Are you drunk already, Tony?" You joked, smiling at him when he landed on the couch next to you.

"No. I'm leaving this for the after-party. Plus pepper would kill me." You couldn't help but chuckle at his fear of his wife. "You know... from what I gathered he is not enjoying any of that women's company." You looked at him and smiled sadly. Apparently everyone knew about the crush you had. How sad.

"Well, he does from here." You answered and got up slowly trying to keep your eyes away from the Captain. "Another whisky, Tony?" He shook his head. His smirked disappeared seeing your sadness. You gave him one of your most beautiful fake smiles and went to the pub. One more drink won't ruin you. But it may be easier to look at the hordes of women lining up to 'talk' to Captain America.

"I have never seen you drink more than one drink before, Sally." You raised humour brow looking at your witch costume. "If his Jack than you're Sally right?" Natasha smirked at you, putting a drink in front of you.

"Quite ironic, heh?" You chuckled, sitting on one of the stools. "Poor Sally wasn't able to show her affection either." You took a deep breath and a sip of the drink. "But we're not the same. In the end, she managed to do it, and Jack returned the love."

"And what makes you think Steve isn't your Jack?" You blew a raspberry at her question.

"Look at all those women there. They are all beautiful and probably better than me in every aspect. Steve would be an idiot to chose me." You laughed trying to hide the pain behind those words. You shook your head to silently tell Romanoff to leave the subject. "I'm gonna go rest a bit before the after-party..." you finished the drink in one gulp and went to your room. It's not that you even planned on coming later but this was a good excuse. At least that's what you hoped.

You exhaled deeply happy to be away from the room. There were too many people, too many questions you didn't know the answers to.

"Hey, where are you going?" You froze hearing the voice you didn't really want to hear right now. Yo stopped and put a fake smile on, before turning around. There he was. Looking so good and adorable in his Jack costume. "Did all the zombies scared you off?" He joked, walking closer to you.

"You never know which one of them are real", you answered in the same manner, making him chuckle.

"Don't worry!" He beamed straightening a bit more with a huge grin on his face. "Your skeleton is here to protect you." Your breath hitched and eyes widen. Your. You bit your lip and looked away feeling pain in your chest. When you realised that he will never be yours, and you will never be his. "Unless this scares you as well?" You looked up at him and smiled at him back seeing his soft one.

"I told you, I ain't afraid of no skeleton!" You answered making his smile grow.

"Are you ok, though? You left the party pretty early." You swallowed hard not knowing what to answer. "Nat said you went for a rest. You feeling alright, doll?" Your heart skipped a bit at the pet name. You noticed he wasn't talking like that to any of the other girls, but you still just assumed he was just comfortable with you.

"I'm not good with crowds." You answered softly, calling for the elevator. "I just wanted to rest before the after-party."

"Y/N" you turned around when you heard his serious tone. "You know you can talk to me if something bothers you, right?" You smiled at him with a sad look on your face. How you wish you could tell him about all that you want. But you just shook your head and smiled

"I'm ok, Steve. Go back to the party. Go find yourself your own Sally." And before he was able to respond you walked to the elevator and watched the doors closing.

"What If I already found one?" Rogers whispered when you were gone.

You hated and loved Natasha at same time. But her little sneaky idea was so stupid. You could not really rest. The moment you stepped into your room she followed you like a lost puppy.

"This is ridiculous", you murmured looking at your make up and the weird dress that Nat brought with you. "He is going to freak out! Nat... he doesn't feel the same way! He is just a good friend..."

"Well, every Jack needs his Sally," she said, ignoring everything that you just said. You exhaled loudly, tired to fight with her. "He's gonna love it! And seriously, have some more faith in yourself. You are a beautiful, smart, kind woman, he would be an idiot if he didn't want you." You blushed, internally thankful for a friend like Nat. "Ok, done! Looking amazing!" She cheered and you smiled. You had to admit, she made an amazing job.

"Ok, let's get that over with", you sighed letting her drag you to the whole other level of the building where the party was holding.

You weren't sure what you were thinking, but right now you just wanted to disappear. You sank into the couch and wondered why you even came here.

The party was on for more than an hour now. When you walked in looking like Sally, Steve looked positively surprised. He laughed a bit and you talked for a while. It was nice. Comfortable and made you think that maybe he does feel something to you.

But then he went to get you both a drink and never came back. He was sitting there with a beer in his hand talking and laughing with Sharon. You knew there was something between the two of them, but you hoped it was over. However, looking at the two of them, you realised that they looked really good together.

Your gaze landed on him. He looked more relaxed with her. His laugh reached his beautiful eyes and he looked like there was nothing on his shoulders. You wondered what she was telling him, that made him look so adorable and carefree.

You just now realised that it wasn't just a stupid crush anymore. You loved him and he didn't feel the same way.

"You'll burn a hole in his head if you keep on gazing at him like that", you looked to the right to see Sam sitting next to you. "What is it? Where is that beautiful smile that was there just minutes ago?" You bit your lip and took a deep sip of your drink.

"It's with him", you answered sadly. "He looks really happy, right?" He frowned and looked at his friend. There was an ache in his heart seeing you so sad.

"Come on", he stood up and took your hand pulling you towards the dance floor. It wasn't big and you felt all the eyes on you.

"I can't dance" you whispered, making him chuckle. One of his hand was on the back of your waist and the other tangled in your hand.

"Close your eyes and trust me. Just relax." So you did. You closed your eyes, leaned your head on his chest and smiled a little, actually enjoying the slow song. You felt so calm now. You didn't care about the Avengers looking at the two of you. You didn't care about Sharon and Steve flirting. There you were. Sally dancing with Dracula and you really enjoyed it. "Don't ever let a man dictate how you feel, no matter who that man is, you hear me baby girl?" You sniffed and nodded, your cheeks still pressed to his chest. "You are worth so much if you only believe in yourself."

You actually had fun throughout the party. After Sam thanked you for the dance, Tony took you for a next one, making you laugh with his inappropriate jokes and pick up lines, that made you wonder how he was able to catch someone like Pepper with that.

After some drinks Bucky took you for something which he described as 30s dance. You felt like burning all the calories you had today, but you laughed so much that your jaw hurt. Clint and Nat took you for a stupid a la 90s dance which was joined by Thor who than danced with you to slower dance, showing you some Asgsrdian moves. Before you knew you danced with everyone. You were even able to have a drink with Loki who seemt to be more and more open to the people of Earth.

You were so occupied with everyone that you forgot about Steve. You havent looked his way the entire time. Haven't noticed how he said goodbye to Sharon who walked away with a guy named Bill that was just late for a party and was ready to take his girl back home now that he was free. You haven't noticed the look on his face whenever there was a slower dance and you were pressed close to the other man. A man that wasn't him. You didn't notice the sad smile on his lips whenever you laughed. He found you so beautiful, but was sad at the same time that he wasnt the one to bring that mesmerising sound out of you. And you haven't immediately noticed how he left the party to go to the balcony to get some air.

You only noticed the last thing when you yourself needed some fresh air. All the dancing, laughing, talking and incredible amount of alcohol made you a bit more tipsy than you planned on becoming tonight.

"Jacky?" He turned around a small smirk appeared on his lips seeing you closing the balcony doors behind you. You walked closer, leaning forward you stopped next to him. "What's wrong, Jacky?"

"Does that make you Sally?" He asked playfully turning towards you. You chuckled and turned around to show your dress.

"Indeed I am. Nat thought it would be funny. I feel stupid though", he frowned not understanding. Feeling a bit braver thanks to the alcohol you turned to look st the city and smiled sadly. "Sharon would fit better as your Sally."

"My Sally?" He asked not taking his eyes off of you. Despite looking like a dead doll you still looked beautiful in his eyes. The way you had fun today pained him a bit. It meant you were able to enjoy yourself so much without him there.

"Well Nat has this absurd idea that you may feel something towards me..." he tensed a bit, but you never stopped. "I really don't know how someone like you would like me back, but well Natasha was always a bit weird... but yeah. So I saw you with Sharon. You really do look good together and..."

"Like you back?" He interjected making you widened your eyes and swallow hard. You were talking faster than thinking and now you were regretting the words that left your lips.

"I... I mean..." you widened your eyes seeing his smirk. "I should go." You were about to turn and leave the balcony, when he stopped you, holding you by the wrist.

"I don't dress up", he started. The smile present on his lips and eyes shining. You braved enough to look up and took a deep breath seeing the way he was looking at you. "Sharon and I have history. We understand each other, we're friends and this is it." He pulled you closer to him, but gently enough not to halt you. "I dressed up in this absurd costume because you told me skeletons are the only things you're not afraid of." There was a blush on his cheeks when he continued. "When I saw you changed to Sally my heart skipped a beat. I thought it was my chance, but... but you were ignoring me the whole night... I was so happy to see you relax and have fun but... I wanted to be the reason to see that smile on your lips."

"I thought you were back with Sharon and it broke my heart to see you both together..." you started, looking down at your shoes. "I always thought I was not good enough for you, so today when I saw you talk with her I decided to give up on my feelings..."

"Not good enough for me?" He chuckled shaking his head in disbelief. "You are the most amazing woman I know. Sweet, smart, kind hearted, and not to mention beautiful." He bit his lip and put two of his fingers under your jaw lifting it up. "God. I can't believe even for a second you thought were not good enough..." he shook his head and leaned down putting his forehead to yours.

You closed your eyes and smiled happily. The heat radiating from him killed whatever chill you felt from the cold temperature. His hands moved from your shoulders down to your waist, pulling you closer.

"Your heart is beating really fast, doll", you couldn't help but chuckle at his super hearing. "Are you afraid?" He asked only half-jokingly. His eyes were moving from your eyes to your lip. It melted your heart. This amazing man was waiting for your permission. You bit your lip and rounded your arm on his neck, getting him closer to you. And before you closed the distance between the two of you, you whispered cheekily.

"I already told you. I ain't afraid of no skeleton!"

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sunnysidekookie · 5 years

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you give my heart a boner

pairing: bff!jk x reader

genre: fluff?

word count: 1.4k

warnings: some foul language, mentions of sexual situations

Okay so to set the scenario you and jk were previously platonic best friends but then somewhere in the middle of it all y'all developed feelings for one another

You both are painfully aware of how the other feels but you guys are chicken shit

So now you guys are stuck in that phase where there is heavy flirting every time you see each other but no one wants to be an adult and make the big move first

So your whole friend group consisting of 7 extremely annoying boys were at this New Years Eve party

And y'all were having fun, ya know drinking, dancing and all that good stuff

For the past hour however Seokjin has been trying to convince you to make a move on jk but ya know

NO BALLS

“____, we are all tired of watching you guys make googly eyes at each other.”

At the other side of the house Jimin was trying to convince guk to kiss you when the clock strikes midnight

One time you and Jimin were having a movie night and naturally a scene came up where the main guy swooped in and planted a fat kiss on the leading lady

And with a mouth full of popcorn you were like

“If someone ever did that to me i would literally melt into a gigantic puddle”

And Jimin was like ‘interesting :]’

Obviously that someone is Jungkook but that is your little secret

Not really cause literally everyone knows about your crush on each other

Anyways

So Jimin made that suggestion to Jk but ya know

NO BALLS

So Jk got really sad when the new year came and you were so close (yet so far away) looking so pretty with your pretty hair and your pretty eyes and your pretty-

This boy could go on and on about how pretty you are honestly

Basically he was disappointed in himself that he started the new year without you as his girlfriend :((

So he decided to fuxk it and drink his sorrows away like any normal person of course :~)

And by the time it hit 2am jk was absolutely wasted having taken too many shots and too much tequila

Oblivious to his emo hours, you as his kind best friend decided it was time to go home

You tried to tell the other guys about your departure but you couldn't find them anywhere

(They were trying to hide from you so you guys could go home alone and finally get some if you know what I mean *nudge nudge *wink wink)

You swear you saw yoongi make eye contact with you and then proceed to hide behind a house plant but you blamed it on the alcohol

With Jungkook hanging on your shoulders you managed to get yourselves out the door and into the cold ass night

Jk was mumbling while you were a jumbled mess as well

Basically if anyone looked from the outside they would see two people who seemed to have learned how to walk 2 hours ago

On the inside tho y'all were going crazy

Jk's heart was beating so fast he thought he might puke

You feel so warm against him and you smell so good

He thinks he might be able to stay this close to you forever

Is that a marriage proposal?

Mayhaps.

You on the other hand were sweating so much you would think you were beside a heater

But no it was just jk and his insane amount of body heat

And also you might be kind of nervous cause jk keeps looking down at you with this dreamy/longing look on his face and being this close to him makes you all blushy and red a.k.a. a soft girl

A couple of minutes later you made it to your home as it was the closest and as soon as you opened the door jk headed straight to the couch landing head first and face down

You grimaced at the sound your weak couch made

C’mon you were still in college and broke as hell, you appreciated all types of furniture even if it was falling apart

You kind of just stood at your doorway and watched him for like 1 minute cause he was making all these incoherent noises and flipping around trying to find a comfortable position and not gonna lie it was pretty funny

After almost busting a lung- everything is extra funny to you when you are drunk

You walk to the kitchen and grab a water for you and jk to try and sober up

“Here jungkook drink this”

You hand the water to him but then he kind of looks at it like 'wtf is this??”

And you're like “bitch drink the water before I force you to”

Drunk you is also very aggressive

And then he sits up, looks you straight in the eyes and says “I am a grown man I don't drink water”

…

Sometimes you honestly wonder why of all people you had to fall for this man right here

Seeing as he had no intentions on drinking what you have in hand you tried another tactic

“Okay fine no water” and walked back into the kitchen to devise a master plan

Basically just putting the water into a solo cup and disguising it as a drink

Pure genius?

Absolutely

“Here I made you a drink”

And with a suspicious eyebrow jk says “a drinky drink?”

You sigh “yes kook a drinky drink”

So he takes the drink (water), sips it

, and immediately spits it out.

You will never be able to get the image of jungkook’s betrayed and disappointed face out of your mind

Truly an image that will stick with you forever, even in your slightly drunken state.

“hOW COULD YOU??”

“JUNGKOOK IT'S TIME TO GET SOBER BITCH”

So you storm towards him, ready to hold him down and force feed him

But of course, you always seem to forget that your best friend is capable of practically bending a stainless steel bar and has the reflexes of a cat so he sees you coming

And right as you are within reach he grabs your arm, pulls you to his chest -you fall unceremoniously on top of him- and then flips you over so now he was hovering over you

A bitch was shook tbh

Honestly someone might as well start writing your tombstone cause you are g o n e

Jk was looking directly into your soul and it felt like he could read your mind

Not surprised if he was actually trying to though

His heart was beating a million miles a minute and his face probably resembled a tomato but he decided that he was not going to be a little bitch and be bold

Which most likely prompted him to say

“Your pretty... like really pretty”

Not that bold but okay

And not to sound cocky, you know that you're not the ugliest person to ever exist but hearing jk say it made you feel warm all over

He had this small smile start to show on his lips and drunk him might be a little more obvious than sober him likes to admit

But it makes you go !!!

So jungkook continues with his affectionate words as best as he can

“You're so pretty that honestly it makes it hard to concentrate on other things that aren't you”

He realizes that he probably shouldn't have said that one out loud but he couldn't stop and he is so unbearably enamoured with you he cAN'T HELP IT

by now you were wondering how the heck this boy is so soft for you and it makes you wanna go uwu big time

With a pleased smile you go “I make your life hard for you?”

And jungkook just rolls his eyes and replies with

“ that's not the only thing you make hard”

And he's so casual about admitting that he basically gets hard to the thought of you when usually this boy gets so red whenever anyone mentions anything sexual so at first your mind goes

?!?!

And then it processes and you kind of let out a little

“Oh?”

Cause you have no idea how to respond to tHAT

You felt yourself get visibly flustered and this cocky bitch had the auDACITY to smirk at you?

Like he was fully aware of how affected his comment made you and he was enjoying your reaction

Drunk jk is a bold jk

Oh my god

OH my god

You almost explode when jk starts to lean in and his eyes start to close and you are freaking out!!

Okay

Calm down

It's just a kiss

You can do this

So you close your eyes and prepare

…

Instead of a kiss that you're sure would change the course of your friendship

finally!!

Jk's head is in your neck dead asleep

Soft snores coming out of him

“Of course”

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hereticpriest · 5 years

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Suit and Tie Chapter 1

Warnings: Knifeplay, NSFW

John sighed as his phone vibrated in his pocket, morse code of ‘I L Y’. He smiled faintly, amused and exasperated by his girlfriend’s fucking with his phone. She had changed his ringtone about four times in the past two weeks, and his background was changed pretty much every time he saw her. He liked that about Natalia, though. She was always leaving him reminders of her love, even if she didn’t say it. Post-it notes with reminders to take care of himself, food prepared for him left in his fridge so he wouldn’t forget to eat, books left in his office that he might be able to restore and sell for a good amount of money. Like him, Natalia was very good at showing her love in non-verbal ways.

Everything is terrible and the world is ending. And by that, I mean my brother is getting married and instead of being a normal person and having a wedding months from now spending tens of thousands of dollars, he’s having a family & friends week long vacation at my parent’s cottage. Wedding is the last day, just a ceremony. The rest of the week is ‘bonding’ so I will apologize in advance. I’ll email you the invitation. He has demanded I bring you along, and I hope you’ll agree to come. If you come with me, I promise to blow you every night we’re stuck there as a thank you for not ditching me.

John snorted when he finished reading Natalia’s text, sending her a quick ‘Of course I will come’ text with a heart. He read the invitation that that she had sent, marking the dates off in his calendar and putting down his phone so that he could finish working on the book he was currently trying to fix. Natalia was coming over that night after she closed the bookstore, so he wanted to be done this project by then.

Four hours later, just after six pm, there was a firm knock on the door before it opened tentatively.

“John, sweetheart?” Natalia called, toeing off her shoes and padding into the kitchen.

“In the office, kitten. I’m packaging up a book for a client.” John replied.

“I brought dinner and a present for you.” Natalia placed the tray she was carrying on the kitchen counter, then got a couple of plates and cutlery out.

“I’ll be out in just a second. Can you let Dog in? He’s in the backyard laying in the sun.”

Natalia laughed, opening the back door and running over to bounce around with the blue pittie that stole her heart. They had a little dance party on the lawn together, though the dog soon knocked Natalia on her ass so that he could lick her face. John came out of his office to see his girlfriend squirming beneath his dog, laughing so loudly that she had to be going hoarse. He laughed, strolling over and grabbing the pitbull around the chest, pulling him into his lap for cuddles.

“Hey boy, are you making out with my girlfriend?” John asked, pressing a kiss to Dog’s muzzle.

“Hey, dog thief.” Natalia crawled over, petting the dog while leaning in to steal a hungry kiss from her boyfriend. He returned it just as eagerly, moaning softly into it when Nat slid her hands up under his Henley to rake her nails over his chest.

“I made fried chicken, homemade fries, salad, and mac and cheese. I made extra so you could have leftovers tomorrow if you want.” Natalia hummed, “It is definitely not healthy, and the salad is not going to help with the huge amount of fat in the rest of the food, but it is going to taste amazing.”

John groaned audibly, leaning in to steal another firm kiss.

“You are the best.” John hummed, pulling her into his lap when the dog got out of his lap to have some zoomies. Natalia giggled, tugging the neck of her sweater down to show off the strappy black ‘bra’ she was wearing. John groaned, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her into the house.

She was able to force John to eat dinner before any extracurricular activities, but only because she threatened to give her food to someone else if he wanted sex more than her cooking. Once their dinner was done, John carried her up to his office, dropping her on his desk.

“You know what we talked about? Trying new things?” he murmured, nibbling her ear and trailing bites down her neck.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s why I’m wearing this. I figured you might wanna try.” Natalia arched against him, digging her nails into his back.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course.”

“You like it when I hurt you, right? You want more of that?” John asked, tentative and very unlike him. Natalia smiled, pressing kisses to his jaw and pulling him closer to her.

“Yes, John. I want you to hurt me. If you ever did anything I didn’t want you to do, I would tell you.” Nat promised, moving to unbutton his shirt and gasping when he grasped her hair and yanked her head back.

“Let me finish, kitten. I want to take a knife to your pretty skin, show who you belong to. Other girls get a ring, but you get something more permanent.” John hissed in her ear, holding her hair so tightly that she couldn’t move her head at all. The blissed-out look in her eyes said it all.

“Yes, sir.” Natalia replied, body going loose, all of the tension melting out of her like it always did when he took control. The chair at his desk is discarded quickly, giving him room to spread her out on his workspace like another book to restore. Nat’s eyes follow his movements, heavy-lidded and love-drunk. John chooses a more intricate blade from the locked safe in his office closet, one that is sharp enough to make the kind of cuts he wants while inflicting only the amount of pain he was looking to inflict. No more, no less.

The buttons on Natalia’s shirt don’t put up a fight, popping with only the slightest bit of pressure of the blade. Normally she would complain when he ripped her clothes off, but the idea of being marked up by him had clearly thrown her for a loop. She was already edging into subspace and he hadn’t hurt her beyond pulling her hair.

“You’re perfect.” John praised her, slicing her skirt from the bottom up, dragging the tip of the blade from the waistband of her skirt up to the strappy lingerie she wore. A thin red line followed his trail, and Nat’s eyelashes fluttered, a low moan escaping her kiss-swollen lips. He flicked his tongue over the tip of the blade carefully, then tapped her chin.

“Open your pretty mouth, kitten.” John commanded, sliding the blade flat side down between her lips when she did. Ever obedient, she stuck her tongue out a little bit, like she knew what he wanted, and she lapped at the blade like it was his cock. John watched, transfixed, as his girlfriend gave the blade little kitten licks, then moved forwards to slide it deeper into her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes so blue they looked unnatural, as she moved until the tip of the blade was a hair away from touching skin, holding there for him.

John sighed, pulling the blade from her mouth and replacing it with his fingers, pressing past her limits just to hear her gag and to watch the tears form in her eyes. He dragged the blade down, slicing open the clasp of her bra, moving it aside to hang off her arms, then circling her nipple with the blade. She gagged again, and her chest moved, causing the blade to nearly slice her skin. He growled a warning, moving the edge of the blade below her pebbled nipple.

“If you move again, you’re going to cut yourself.” He murmured, so low she could barely hear it, and she let out a quiet, apologetic whine. He waited patiently, fucking her mouth with his fingers until he was sure she had total control and wasn’t going to move again, before finally pulling free. The blade slid down her skin, slicing open one strap of her panties, and then the other. The blade slipped between her legs, flat side down between her cunt and her panties, slicing them open. He smirked, showing her the blade, covered in drops of her wetness.

“You’re being very good for me, kitten. You always are, aren’t you? Look at you. Your eyes are so blue when you’re like this.” John praised, gently rubbing the hilt of the blade against her cunt, making firmer circles around her clit. Nat moaned in response, lashes fluttering again, mouth dropping open.

“Yes, sir. Always good for you.” She panted, letting out a shaky whine when he slid two fingers into her slick wetness. John flipped the blade in his hand, not even looking, and Nat moaned again at the sight. This is why she trusted him. She knew he knew that blade like the back of his hand, and that he would never hurt her beyond what she could handle. John licked her wetness from the handle, then made a small cut along her hip.

“Baby, time for a second, okay?”

“Mmm, kay, wassit?” Natalia asked, blinking to clear her mind.

“I want to do something, but I need consent first. I want to carve my initials into you. Will you let me do that? You can say no, and I won’t be hurt or offended.” John promised, holding her gaze and making sure she was fully present and paying attention.

“Fuck, I love that you want things like that. I love that you ask like that.” Natalia groaned softly, stealing a kiss in this brief moment, “Yes, I want you to do it. Please.”

John nodded, kissing her back slowly, lulling her back into things with a forceful hand and the bite of the blade on her throat while he fucked his fingers into her. He had her whining in minutes, trying as best as she could to stay still to avoid cutting her neck.

“Are you close, kitten? You’re doing so good for me.” John purred, watching Nat shiver, smiling when she squeaked ‘Please let me cum’. She was perfect. How did he get lucky enough to find her?

“You can cum, princess. You’re so pretty when you beg.”

Natalia shattered around his fingers after a precise press of his thumb to her clit while making a ‘come here’ motion with his fingers. While she was still riding high on that bliss, he delicately ran the blade over her skin, carving JW into her mons pubis. She was crying by the time he finished, but she said green every time he checked in, so he finished them off. He was quick to put the blade aside, gathering her into his arms and pressing kisses to her face and hair.

“You did so well, kitten. You were so good. I’m so proud of you.” John murmured, making sure she was stable before examining the cuts. They were deep enough to scar, but shallow enough not to need stitches. They were really only bleeding so much because all of the blood in her body had rushed to her cunt with her arousal, so he was able to take his time in tending to them. He was able to enjoy the bright red against her white skin, the way it ran in thin rivulets.

“John…” Natalia looked up at him with wet eyes so blue he wanted to drown in them.

“Yes?”

“Can you use the fancy skin glue stuff so it’ll heal faster? And can we go to bed for a bit?”

“That’s the plan, princess.” John hummed, cleaning the cuts while kissing away the tear tracks on her cheeks. He sealed her cuts, put her in his shirt, and then bundled her up in his arms so that he could carry her to his room. Once inside, he used a wet washcloth to wipe away the sweat on her body and the wetness between her thighs, then pulled her onto his chest. If he was being honest, the wedding invitation had gotten to his head a little, and he was happy he had been able to work through it with her. Perhaps not the healthiest coping mechanism, but it worked for them.

“Love you, John.” Natalia whispered against his neck, curling up half atop him.

Maybe it was okay that they didn’t have the healthiest coping mechanisms. At least they had eachother.

“I love you too, Natalia.”

#john wick #john wick/oc #john wick/original character

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chubbyheroesworthyheroes · 5 years

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Same Kaden anon, 5 9, 14 and 19

5) stuffing/feeding/etc.9) button popping/seam ripping/etc14) weighing and/or measuring and/or numbers kink19) fat camp AU setting

It didn’t seem to matter how light-hearted he was, or how beautifully maintained his fur was, Kaden’s father didn’t see him as fit to take over as chief yet. Everyone loved him, and despite his sometimes air-headed tendencies, he was exceptionally good at speaking with others and handling the duties of chief – which, honestly, was such an outdated title nowadays. The Kitsune had integrated rather well with humans, time marching on and on, and it was almost like they’d never been a hidden people at all! They lived and worked just like everybody else, though they still maintained close ties as a race.

And, apparently, being the next in line as chief of their people, Kaden was expected to look and act like the quintessential Kitsune. He had the acting part down pat, but the looking…? Well, his father seemed to think he didn’t fit the bill.

Most people thought Kitsune were all svelte and lithe. They had to look look like models. They had to be pale as moonlight or sun-kissed and glowing. Bushy tails and perfectly pointed ears. Fur with a softness that simply couldn’t be matched or compared to anything else. Kaden certainly had the most luxurious fur around, and he had a pleasant enough tan from his time lounging or playing around outside. But…thin, he was definitely not; not by any definition of the word. Kaden enjoyed life, and most of the time, that meant spoiling himself! He slept in when he could, bought little trinkets that caught his eye, and ate whatever he had a craving for – usually something sweet, like fruity flavored candies.

This carefree style of living, of course, ended up leaving Kaden with a bit more…fluff than the average Kitsune. He was delightfully pear-shaped, wide hips and a round ass drawing even more attention to his gorgeous tail and vice versa. Chunky thighs that rubbed together whenever he walked, and meaty calves that were soft to the touch. His belly was soft and malleable and his chest was puffy with starter moobs, but neither were as big a star as his rear end – which suited him just fine. There was nothing better than sashaying around his favorite haunts, feeling eyes immediately go to his ass.

He had it, so why not flaunt it?

But, there was still the problem of being chief.

Kaden had agreed to go to a weight loss and diet correction center. At least, that’s what his father called it, but Kaden knew it was just fat camp for adults. He was humoring the old fox, but he’d only agreed to go on the condition of, if he didn’t end up losing any weight during his time here, his father would give him the chance to prove himself as a good chief.

Tit for tat, as it were. Kitsune were good at that sort of thing.

The place wasn’t really all that bad. It was out in the mountains; a shining lake, tons of trails to walk. It was all very scenic! Kaden was actually happy to get out of Hoshido’s busiest, modern city. The food didn’t even taste bad, like he was initially thinking; it was mostly just portion control and hardly any junk food. That’s not to say that there wasn’t any. If they met their personal workout and meal goals for the month, they were allowed to request one food item that wasn’t part of their regular diet at the center.

Kaden had stuck to his program – the trainers were all very nice, and he’d caught more than a few lingering touches or looks when working with him. He was actually banking on those little moments tonight…

See, he’d purposefully not requested anything for his cheat treat. Ditzy as he could be, Kaden was still a fox, and he could be clever. It was easy enough to tell one of his trainers that he’d forgotten to let the staff know what he wanted, and with a little schmoozing, he’d talked his way into getting the codes to the kitchen and food storage. At first, he simply snuck a few things here and there; an apple, a chocolate bar, some cookies or jerky. But, getting a taste of the good stuff – food he’d been craving ever since the day he got there – he slowly started to up the ante.

One night, he snuck an entire pie back to his room. It was a delicious, juicy blueberry one; at best, he would have only been able to request a small slice of it, but he had the whole thing to himself now. After a good while of eating smaller portions, an entire pie was actually a challenge to get through. After one or two thick slices, Kaden was moaning and groaning at the fullness, berry stained hands rubbing futilely at his stomach as he continued to eat. After all, he’d smuggled it from the kitchens, he had to get rid of all the evidence!

Every…last…crumb.

He’d felt sick all through the morning, but that taste and wonderful, warm full feeling was absolutely worth it! So, he kept on sneaking things, going bigger and bolder with his takes as the weeks turned into months. Most of the trainers were baffled at how he was putting on weight, not losing it, and the kitchen staff was starting to get suspicious at all the food going missing. It became a bit of a game to the Kitsune: just how much could he get away with? And just how much weight could he gain while he was supposed to be losing it all? The numbers on the scale at weigh-ins kept going up, and something about seeing a new result was just fun to him.

That’s when Kaden got it into his head to simply eat as much as he possibly could in one night.

Ears on a swivel, he crept through the halls of the stone and wood building. He knew all the noisy floorboards, where there were cameras, and what time staff stopped patrolling around the grounds. He was an easy going guy, but when Kaden wanted something, he knew exactly how to go about getting it.

Entering in the four digit code for the kitchens, Kaden slipped through the door on silent feet, hips brushing the door and doorframe as he did so. Rubbing his hands together, Kaden did a little dance as he surveyed everything the cache of food had to offer him, his belly and thighs jiggling with his erratic movements.

There was just so much to choose from!

He started in on the breakfast things: fruits of all kinds, easy to munch on and light on his stomach. Cereals, and toaster waffles – washed down with plenty of milk and even a swig or two of maple syrup; his mouth left sticky with the sweetness of it. He didn’t feel hungry at this point, but after all the food he’d been nicking, just this was hardly going to fill him up. Next came the premade lunches: salads that he could drown in dressings, sandwiches built with whatever he wanted to stuff between two pieces of bread. All the bread soaked up a good deal of room in his gut, and left him feeling rather bloated, but he wasn’t going to stop now! He hadn’t even made it to his favorite part yet!

Dinner items next, though Kaden did take a little break to munch on a few of the supposedly better for you kettle chips. The salty seasoning and crunch of them were addicting, and they helped to fill in some of the little gaps. This was where he got into the meats and easy to make, instant packaged things. Microwavable rice and orange chicken, fluffy mashed potatoes and all kinds of portioned out meals that he downed in record time.

At this point, Kaden was panting on the cool floor of the kitchen, legs splayed out in front of him and tail curled about his side. This was more than he’d ever eaten in his entire life, and it was definitely showing how much he’d shoved down his throat so far. His stomach was so tightly packed with food, it had rounded out in a hard dome. Rubbing it did little to actually ease the overburdened ache there – besides, it always felt better when someone else did it, but he was all on his lonesome here.

But, he’d made it, he’d reached the point where he could finish this whole night off with his favorite thing: ice cream.

Too full already to bother with eating it properly, Kaden simply nuked it in the microwave until it was melted enough that he could just drink it down like a milkshake. He mixed chocolate and vanilla together, creating a slurry of classic ice cream swirl goodness. Tipping the container back as he stood at the counter, Kaden chugged it. Some spilled past the corners of his mouth, dribbling down to his double chin, but the majority hit its mark in his stomach. It wasn’t entirely a pleasant feeling, being so thoroughly stuffed to the brim, but the taste of it all on his tongue was what kept him going.

Squeezing his eyes shut as he continued to gulp down the semi-cold slush, a series of high pitched tings caught his attention, quickly followed by the feel of the cold counter surface suddenly touching the underside of his gut.

He’d just popped the buttons right off his pajama shirt, his overstuffed belly rushing forward to rest in the open space.

Kaden shivered at the clinical chill seeping into his skin, setting the now empty container of ice cream off to the side as he groped around his belly in a food-drunk sort of manner. He felt absolutely enormous, and his gut was squealing at him to stop eating. He almost wanted to ignore it, but the Kitsune was fairly certain that if he ate anything else, he’d make himself well and truly sick.

No, it was best to just leave the mess, and waddle on back to his bed for the remainder of the night. He’d repay them in the morning!

#Anonymous #male weight gain #male wg #chubby!kaden #this is...some sort of modern au i suppose #thank you so much for your patience & for resending your request #hopefully this is to your tastes!#it's been a good bit since I wrote kaden

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dcbbw · 5 years

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Timing--Part 4 (Round Table Discussion)

This is Part 4 of my second fanfic and it’s my version of events once the gang travels to LA to find Tariq. In my version, he refuses to come forward and Riley makes a painful decision. It was supposed to be a one-off, but the story keeps growing, especially this chapter. I hope I didn’t overthink too much and it makes sense! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please excuse any typos and/or grammatical errors. PS—my Liam is Asian Liam, and my Riley is tall, like me.

All characters belong to Pixelberry.

Song Inspiration: Fascinated, Ivy: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImKY6TZEyrI

Tags: @gennesaret @carabeth @hopefulmoonobject @katedrakeohd @aworldoffandoms @sirbeepsalot @speedyoperarascalparty @lauradowning29 @liamxs-world

Word Count: 3609

Liam X MC, Liam X Riley

Riley took a long hot shower using her favorite strawberries & cream bodywash because Liam loved the smell of it. After she dried off, she then sprayed the jasmine perfume which Liam declared his favorite of all her scents on her Statue of Liberty oversized tee shirt and on her body. She stood in front of the mirror, fluffing her curls. She wore no makeup save eyeliner and lip gloss.

The shower had helped wash some of the tiredness of the day away. She was trying to calm her excitement at seeing Liam. She has left him less than three hours ago, but it felt like 3 weeks. How the hell was she supposed to return to America for good when she could not last three hours without him? That was a thought for another time. For now, she focused on three things: He was coming to Ramsford. He was spending the night. And they would spend her last day in Cordonia together. They at least had these last moments. But what if he did not want to see her? Maybe he was coming to see his friends, not her. After all, she just dumped him. Shaking the doubts away, Riley slipped on her gray sweatpants and tennis shoes, then headed downstairs.

The gang was hanging in the foyer making small talk. Olivia saw her first, and offered her a smile. Whoever would have thought the Scarlet Duchess and The American would have forged a friendship? But here they were…allies of convenience turned allies turned friends. Olivia stepped forward to give Riley a hug. “How are you holding up? How’s Liam? Drake just told me what happened earlier.”

“Liam was pulling it together when I left him. He has put a couple of options on the table that merit consideration. Me…I have a thought tumbling in my head, but want to get it together before I present it to anyone. And by anyone, I mean all of you”. Riley smiled as she delivered her last sentence.

“Good! Never go down without a fight. Let me know how I can help.”

Drake walked over and put his hand gently on Riley’s shoulder. “How are you holding up, Brooks?”

“You saw it, Drake. I’m still a little spent, but determined to enjoy tonight. Pizza, beer, dancing….how did you know what was needed?” Riley’s voice turned teasing. “Does being a Marshmallow come with secret powers or something?”

“And now this conversation is over.” Drake shook his head.

The doorbell chimed and Riley went to answer the door. She took a deep breath before opening the door. Please don’t hate, please don’t hate me, please don’t hate me.

On the other side of the door, Liam’s inside were a squirrel in traffic as he waited for someone to answer the door. What if she doesn’t want to see me? What if I scared her off and she’s already left?

Riley opened the door. Liam stood there in a plain white tee shirt and jeans, Bastien behind him. Even though she was expecting him, surprise still crossed her face. He looked as calm and put together as ever. Not angry. That’s a good sign.

She searched his eyes. “Sweetheart, are you okay? How are you feeling?” Riley laid her hand on his upper arm in concern. Her eyes were full of love and questions.

Liam was a bit dumbstruck as he looked at Riley. She was impossibly beautiful to him at that moment. She’s here! And….was that a look of surprise? Did they not tell her I was coming?

“Better, now that I am here with you.” He smiled as he stepped inside. He put his bag down, grabbed Riley, and gave her a deep hungry kiss, which she eagerly returned. “My love”, he breathed as he released her.

She grinned at him. “You’re looking pretty casual, Your Majesty.”

“Yeah, well impromptu or not, it’s still a House Beaumont party. Never know when the horses will come in or the weaponry will come out.” They both laughed genuinely at his joke.

“And you, Lady Riley….you look quite comfortable.”

Riley looked down at her sweats. “Fat pants. It’s carb city in the dining hall! You’re spending the night?”

Liam nodded. “I am”.

Riley grinned again. “I hope our rooms are close together.”

He winked. “They are”

As Liam made his way further into the foyer, Hana spotted him. “Liam!!” she squealed as she barreled into him, wrapping him a surprisingly tight hug. Liam retuned the hug. “Lady Hana” he said affectionately.

Maxwell appeared at his side with a cold beer, already opened. His eyes were sympathetic. “I have no words. Only beer and friendship.” Liam gave a hearty laugh. “Lucky for me, I am accepting both at the moment.” He took the beer from Maxwell and clapped his friend on the shoulder.

Liam made his way over to Drake and Olivia who were near the staircase, talking amongst themselves. Drake saw Liam, and hugged his best friend close.

“You okay, Li? I ….I was there earlier…” Drake trailed off, unsure of what to say next, or if he had said too much.

“And you ran back here thinking getting me and Riley fat and drunk was the solution?” Liam teased his friend.

“Well, that along with whiskey and cigars later if you’re up for it.” Drake grinned. Liam nodded in agreement. “Always up for a good cigar and a smooth drink. “

Liam looked at Drake carefully, then asked, “Drake, how long has everyone known the news?” Liam took a long pull from the beer bottle.

Drake looked at the floor, running a hand through his hair “A couple of days after we returned from Los Angeles. She did not make the decision immediately. Brooks thought through every possible scenario, but nothing got us closer to clearing her name. And she doesn’t want to undermine your authority as King. We told her to tell you ASAP, but she insisted she would when the time was right.”

“Two days before was the right time?” Liam’s voice had a slight edge to it.

Olivia inserted herself into the conversation. “Liam, don’t get angry at Riley. She put it off for two reasons. First, she did not want to hurt you but knew you deserved the truth versus her slinking out of town. Second, she doesn’t want to leave, you idiot! Even now, she is tumbling around ideas and considering one of yours. Now get over there to her, and be happy!”

Liam looked at Olivia, feeling the irritation leave him as suddenly as it had come upon him. She doesn’t want to leave. She is still thinking of a way to stay. She is considering one of my ideas. They were both still fighting for each other. His eyes fell on Riley as she stood in the entryway to the dining hall, laughing with Savannah. I love you, Riley Brooks. As if she could read his mind, she looked over, caught his eye, and winked at him.

Bertrand announced it was time to eat, and the group filed into the dining hall, Maxwell leading the way. Liam lagged behind to pull two bottles of Macallan whiskey from his bag. “I have brought a contribution to the party”, he said as he held the bottles aloft.

Drake’s eyes lit up with appreciation. “The best friend a guy could have!” The group laughed as they took their places in line around the buffet. Maxwell began piling his plate with one slice each of every pizza on the table. “Oh my God, you guys got wings! I am the happiest man in Cordonia right now!” Maxwell greedily piled his plate even further with chicken.

Once everyone was seated at the table, Liam and Riley sitting next to each other holding hands under the table, Bertrand cleared his throat. “Welcome everyone, and thank you for joining House Beaumont tonight. There won’t be any toasts at this meal…we will save them for tomorrow night. But I wanted to say that tonight is a celebration of good friendship and true love. Eat, drink, and don’t make too big of a mess.” Riley giggled. Olivia rolled her eyes. Hana grabbed extra napkins.

Maxwell sighed. How are we even related? “What my brother means to say is, we’re glad to be able to share these next two days with all of you. Now, let’s eat!”

“Hear hear!” Drake began digging into his food with gusto.

Liam spoke between bites of pizza. “So I understand tomorrow’s dinner is potluck. What is everyone bringing?”

Hana looked up from her plate, where she was trying to eat chicken wings with a knife and fork. “Curry shrimp and pork dumplings.”

Lifting a slice of pizza to his mouth, Drake spoke next. “Ribs and chili.”

Riley looked directly at Liam. “Chicken tangine and tomato pasta.” Liam’s eyes went soft at her mentioning his two favorite dishes. Even now, she wants to make me happy. To leave me with as many happy memories as possible. He squeezed her hand tightly under the table. Riley leaned in to kiss Liam’s cheek.

“Music.” Maxwell spoke around a mouthful of chicken and pizza.

Savannah spoke as she wiped her hands on a napkin. “Chicken cordon bleu and rice pilaf.”

Everyone’s eyes went to Olivia. She surveyed the table coolly. “I am not trying to bring anything because I am hopeful there won’t be a potluck tomorrow night. At least not one to say goodbye to anyone at this table. While we are all stuffing our faces, we need to be thinking of a way to help Riley stay. Anyone want to throw any ideas on the table?”

Bertrand looked thoughtfully at Olivia. “Duchess Olivia makes a very valid point. It would not hurt to run through options and get constructive feedback. At least we will know we did what we could.”

Hana rose from the table, headed to the table that held the two bottles of whiskey. “I think this discussion calls for drinks.”

“I agree”, said Liam as he rose from the table to grab glasses from the ornate hutch.

Once glasses, bottles, and an ice bucket was placed on the table, Drake begin filling the glasses. “So wants to start?”

“I will. I presented Lady Riley with two options this afternoon. The first was abdication.” Liam took a long swallow of the whiskey as he gauged the others’ reactions. He was met with stunned silence, which Bertrand broke. “Have you lost your mind, Liam?” Bertrand’s tone was an octave higher than normal and filled with anger and disbelief.

“Not at all. I cannot go through with a marriage to Madeleine, and I will not. If Riley can give up her life for me, I can certainly do the same for her.” Liam’s voice was calm.

“You can’t leave Cordonia without a ruler! Surely you can postpone the wedding until everything gets sorted out.” Maxwell said from the buffet where he was piling his plate with more chicken.

Bertrand spoke up. “Cordonia would not be without leadership. Should King Liam leave Cordonia with no heir, or for some reason be unable to carry out his duties, Duchess Olivia would succeed to the throne. As for his wedding, he must be married no later than 90 days following his betrothal. We are now at the 50 day mark.”

Olivia set her drink down. “What if I don’t want it?” Liam’s eyes snapped to Olivia. Well, this is surprising. “Then it goes to your next of kin. Seeing as you have no heirs, the Crown would pass to your Aunt Lucretia.” Olivia took a deep swallow of whiskey. “Well, that can’t happen.”

Savannah looked across the table, a curious expression on her face. “Olivia, you don’t want to be Queen? “

Olivia stared into her glass for a long moment before answering the question. She still found it hard to open up to the gang, even though they had all accepted and befriended her, and she them. “I thought I did. Who wouldn’t want to be Queen? But I am learning it is more than a title. Among other things, it means having a good grasp of fair governance, seeing the big picture, and long term effects of…..everything. She shrugged her shoulders. I am just now unlearning all the dictatorship practices the Nervakis family is known for. Just now learning how to win through honest negotiation versus intimidation and war. It’s not that I don’t want it….I am not ready for it.”

Bertrand looked at Olivia, with a rare smile on his face. “I am so proud of you, Duchess Olivia. You’re already on the right track. A good leader can admit their faults, and puts in the work to correct them. You are a fine Duchess, and shall lead your people on the right path.” Olivia took another drink of the whiskey. “This is why I don’t share with people.” But she smiled in gratitude at Bertrand as she spoke.

“Liam, what was your second option?” Savanah asked.

“To make Lady Riley the Duchess of Valtoria. She becomes nobility and is permanently tied to Cordonia. It is selfish of me perhaps, and not the most ideal solution, but it buys us time.”

“It makes me your mistress, Riley said flatly. She took a sip of her drink and faced Liam. “I will not watch you marry her. I will not stand by and watch her be your wife.”

Bertrand interjected. “It wouldn’t be for long. Liam would need only remain married to Countess Madeleine for a year before seeking divorce proceedings. The press would not view your relationship with the King in an unfavorable way. These types of arrangements are commonplace in Cordonia. And you are still quite popular with the public, and have maintained excellent relations with both CBC and Trend.”

Riely’s head whipped in Betrand’s direction. “Bertrand, I have been sharing Liam since the day I stepped foot in Cordonia. I refuse to do so any longer. I want to be with the man I love as his fiancée, and then as his wife. Not his mistress! None of you understand! Her voice was getting shrilly. “It’s not about staying together as secret lovers, it’s about being together as a true couple.”

Liam put his arm around Riley to draw her closer in to him. She resisted at first, but his strong arms held her firm. She finally acquiesced and leaned into him, eyes burning with unshed tears. He planted a kiss on the top of head. “I understand, Riley. You know I want the same. But can you blame me for wanting to keep you here with me? I love you and need you with me, even if it has to be in pieces for now.”

Hana looked over at Bertrand. “You said Liam had to be married 90 days after the betrothal announcement. So why are we even trying to find ways to keep Riley here? No matter what happens, Liam still marries Madeleine. I thought the goal was to clear her name to stop the wedding? Hana turned to look at Liam. “No offense, Liam, but it doesn’t sound as if Riley’s happiness is your priority here. “

Liam’s face went stoic at Hana’s statement. He did not answer right away. He poured himself another glass of scotch, and downed half of it in one gulp. “Lady Riley’s happiness is always my first priority, Lady Hana.” Liam’s voice was tight. “You are correct, this is a two-fold mission: clear her name, and prevent my marriage from happening. Perhaps Duke Ramsford can elaborate more on the wedding prevention portion.”

Bertrand was reading something on his phone. Once he finished, he spoke. “It’s true, Liam has to wed within 90 days after the Coronation ceremony, barring illness, imprisonment, or death. However, my research has just uncovered a long forgotten clause, which I just received confirmation of. The wedding may be called off by either party no more than 30 days before the ceremony, for whatever reason. As we are currently at Day 50, that leaves us 10 days to nullify the engagement. “

“So why doesn’t Liam just break off the engagement? Hana’s tone was almost defiant, and she looked over at Liam angrily. Was he just stringing Riley along? “Why do we need Tariq to come forward?”

Riley was tense, looking between her best friend and her lover. She felt as if she should say something, she wanted to say something but decided against it. This was between Liam and Hana. Liam closed his eyes as he willed his jaw to unclench. He could feel Hana’s gaze on him, and it angered him. How dare she question his love for Riley? His intentions for her? But he couldn’t stay angry at Hana. She was only looking out for her best friend, and a part of him was pleased to see Lady Hana finally stand up for herself.

Maxwell answered the question. “Hana, it’s a two-fold operation. We still need to clear Riley’s name, so yeah, Tariq is a major piece of the puzzle. Bertrand just found out about being able to break off the engagement. This is the first any of us have heard about it.”

Drake was looking pensive as he shredded a napkin. “Hana I know you are protecting Brooks, but Liam…Liam isn’t that guy. Had he known, he would have broken it off with Maddy as soon as he knew who was behind the photos. Instead of pointing fingers, let’s go forward with what we now know. But how about we all take five first?”

There was an awkward silence as the group refreshed their drinks and got more food. They ate and drank in silence for what seemed an eternity. Savannah looked sympathetically at Riley as she broke the silence. “Riley, do you have any ideas on how to clear your name, or somehow make this work until you do? No one wants you to leave, but no one wants you to stay if you aren’t happy.”

Riley looked around at her friends, and laid her hands flat on the table as if to steady herself. “I want to reach out to Tariq again. Now that Constantine is no longer King, and no one has tracked Tariq down since our visit, he would see that we were telling the truth! He could come forward. We can work on that, while Liam breaks it off with Madeleine.”

Liam spoke up as he laid his hand on top of hers. “I have asked Duke Ramsford to reach out to Tariq as well on my behalf. As you all know, legislation has recently been passed to protect the victims of crimes, most notably sexual assault. If my understanding of the situation is correct, Lord Tariq was manipulated into a situation in which he could be accused of committing such a crime. That makes him as much a victim as Lady Riley.”

Olivia nodded. “Tariq is a spineless coward, but definitely no harm in trying, especially if he gets to clear his name as well.”

“I could definitely call him, chat him up.” Maxwell offered. Everyone looked at Maxwell in surprise. Hana asked, “You have Tariq’s number?” Maxwell nodded. “When we were in Los Angeles, while Tariq was busy looking out windows and not listening, I picked up his phone and dialed myself. I never told because Riley was insistent we leave the situation alone.”

Riley looked at Maxwell wanting to smack him and hug him at the same time. “Well, I want to poke the bear one last time. If he is open to discussion, I am open to staying until he either agrees, or talks fall off.”

Bertrand and Liam looked at each other across the table, sharing a look of relief sparked with hope.

“So, we have come to a satisfactory conclusion then? Bastien, Maxwell, and I will call Lord Tariq later tonight to begin negotiations. Your Majesty”, Bertrand nodded to Liam, “we will bring you into the negotiations if we reach an impasse. In the meantime, you will break off your present engagement to Countess Madeleine.” Liam nodded eagerly in agreement.

Hana asked why couldn’t they call Tariq now, and Maxwell explained the time zone difference. Hana then looked over at Liam with an apologetic expression on her face. “Your Majesty, I deeply apologize for doubting you. High emotions and alcohol are not a good combination for me.”

Liam gave Hana a small smile.” No apologies necessary, Lady Hana. I find it admirable that you are willing to defy the highest law in the land to protect and defend your friend”. Hana smiled in relief. “Fair warning, I am going to hug you when I stand up again.”

Bertrand nodded to the table. “So, we have a plan, and Lady Riley is not leaving just yet. Not to be premature, but I think this calls for a celebratory drink.”

“What it calls for is dancing!” Maxwell exclaimed. “Let’s paaarrrtty before Operation Tariq commences!”

#trr fanfic #choices trr #choices the royal romance #liam x riley #liam x mc #king liam #king liam fanfic

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weareasong · 5 years

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Look, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings

But I'm only going to get this one chance (Six minutes, six minutes)

Something's wrong, I can feel it (Six minutes)

Just a feeling I've got (Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)

Like something's about to happen, but I don't know what

If that means what I think it means, we're in trouble, big trouble

And if he is as bananas as you say, I'm not taking any chances

You are just what the doc ordered

I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

They said I rap like a robot, so call me rap-bot

But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

I got a laptop in my back pocket

My pen'll go off when I half-cock it

Got a fat knot from that rap profit

Made a livin' and a killin' off it

Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office

With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his, nutsack

I'm an MC still as honest

But as rude and as indecent as all hell

Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)

This flippity dippity-hippity hip-hop

You don't really wanna get into a pissin' match

With this rappity brat, packin' a MAC in the back of the Ac'

Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack

And at the exact same time

I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that

I'll still be able to break a motha-fuckin' table

Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half

Only realized it was ironic

I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

How could I not blow?

All I do is drop F-bombs

Feel my wrath of attack

Rappers are having a rough time period, here's a maxi pad

It's actually disastrously bad for the wack

While I'm masterfully constructing this master piece as

Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

Now, who thinks their arms are long enough to slap box, slap box?

Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to rap immortality like I have got

Well, to be truthful the blueprint's

Simply rage and youthful exuberance

Everybody loves to root for a nuisance

Hit the Earth like an asteroid

Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (Pew)

MC's get taken to school with this music

Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme"

Now I lead a new school full of students

Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac

N.W.A, Cube, hey, Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you, they got Slim

Inspired enough to one day grow up

Blow up and be in a position

To meet Run-D.M.C

Induct them into the mothafuckin' Rock 'n

Roll Hall of Fame

Even though I'll walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames

Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame

On the wall of (Shame)

You fags think it's all a game, 'til I walk a flock of flames

Off a plank and tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?

Little gay-lookin boy

So gay I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, lookin' boy

You're witnessing a mass-occur

Like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy

Oy vey, that boy's gay, that's all they say, looking boy

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

And a "way to go" from your label every day, looking boy

Hey, looking boy, what you say, looking boy

I get a "hell yeah" from Dre, looking boy

I'ma work for everything I have, never ask nobody for shit

Get outta my face, looking boy

Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable of keeping up

With the same pace, looking boy

Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The way I'm racing around the track, call me NASCAR, NASCAR

Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God

Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton-no Asgard, Asgard

So you be Thor and I'll be Odin, you rodent, I'm omnipotent

Let off then I'm reloading immediately with these bombs I'm toting

And I should not be woken

I'm the walking dead

But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating

But I got your mom deep throating

I'm out my Ramen Noodle

We have nothing in common, poodle

I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil

It's me my honesty's brutal

But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize what I do though

For good at least once in a while

So I wanna make sure somewhere

In this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle

Enough rhymes to

Maybe try to help get some people through tough times

But I gotta keep a few punchlines

Just in case cause even you unsigned

Rappers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime

I know there was a time where once I, was king of the underground

But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Appeal with the skin color of mine

You get too big and here they come trying to censor you like that one line

I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP 1

When I tried to say: "I'll take seven kids from Columbine

Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a nine"

See if I get away with it now that I ain't as big as I was but I'm

Morphin' into an immortal

Coming through the portal

You're stuck in a time warp from 2004, though

And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for

You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows

You write normal? Fuck being normal

And I just bought a new raygun from the future

Just to come and shoot ya, like when Fabolous made Ray J mad

'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad

Singing to a man while they played piano

So Ray J went straight to the radio station

The very next day, "Hey Fab, I'ma kill you!"

Lyrics coming at you at supersonic speed (J.J. Fad)

Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assuming I'm a human

What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman

Innovative and I'm made of rubber

So that anything you say is ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you and

I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating

How to give a mothafuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating

Never fading, and I know the haters are forever waiting

For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating

'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated

I make elevating music, you make elevator music

"Oh, he's too mainstream"

Well, that's what they do when they get jealous, they confuse it

"It's not hip-hop, it's pop"

'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it

With rock, shock rap with Doc

Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it

"I don't know how to make songs like that

I don't know what words to use"

Let me know when it occurs to you

While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you

It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurting you

How many verses I gotta murder to

Prove that if you were half as nice

Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?

Ugh, school flunky, pill junkie

But look at the accolades, these skills brung me

Full of myself, but still hungry

I bully myself cause I make me do what I put my mind to

When I'm a million leagues above you

Ill when I speak in tongues

But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you

I'm drunk so Satan take the fucking wheel

I'm asleep in the front seat

Bumping Heavy D and the Boyz

Still "Chunky but Funky"

But in my head there's something I can feel tugging and struggling

Angels fight with devils and here's what they want from me

They're asking me to eliminate some of the women hate

But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have

Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic

To the situation and understand the discrimination

But fuck it

Life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

But if I can't batter the women

How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?

Don't mistake him for Satan

It's a fatal mistake

If you think I need to be overseas and take a vacation

To trip abroad

And make her fall on her face and don't be a retard

Be a king? Think not

Why be a king when you can be a God?

(end)

#music #soundcloud #lyrics #eminem #rap god

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our-jensen-ackles-love · 6 years

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Flashes; Chapter Eleven

Summary: Playboy Jensen Ackles is hurting his television show’s image. Every time he promised to get his act together, it’d last for about a week before pictures emerge of him half-drunk with some broad on his arm. Fed up and desperate, his agent decides their only hope to save some face is to write up a contract with a nobody girl who could use the money while getting to play the role of Jensen’s girlfriend.

It was only for a year and it was only for the photos. But feelings don’t always follow the rules, do they?

Word Count: 1945

Warnings: Angst, lots of it.

CATCH UP HERE FEEDBACK MAKES ME WRITE.

Chapter Eleven

“Oh, good,” Momma poked her head in from around the corner. If you had to take a wild guess, you figured that would be where the dining room was located. “I was starting to think we would have to send someone else up there to get the two of ya.”

You couldn’t help, but blush at her words.

Jensen tore his harsh gaze away from Danneel, giving your hand a small squeeze before letting go and heading over in his mother’s direction. “Ma, no amount of lovin’ could keep me away from your fried chicken.”

Now you knew your cheeks were flaming.

You didn’t have to look to know that Danneel had her sights on you, probably tearing you apart to pieces in her mind, just like you were sure every girl did when another picture was posted of you and Jensen together. Instead of pretending like she didn’t exist, you turned towards her and offered up the biggest smile you could manage.

“Oh, Danneel, right?” You asked, taking a step closer while extending your hand in her direction. “I’m Y/N.”

She eyeballed your hand like the simple gesture would transform into a rabid dog that was out to bite her. Cautiously, you noticed her dark burgundy eyes wander to where Jensen was standing with his mother in quiet conversation.

“Yeah,” was all she said before flipping his hair behind her shoulder. If you didn’t know any better, you could guess that this night was going to go something like a scene from a popular teen girl rom com. “I know who you are.”

“Then you know that I’m Jensen’s girlfriend.”

Her thin lips formed into a sly looking smirk. She stole another glance at Jensen’s direction while Mackenzie walked into the dining room with what looked like several dark pieces of cloth. “Only for now.”

Something bubbled in your chest at her words. “Excuse me?”

That little smile didn’t leave her face, “You’re just going to be like the rest of them. Jay will only keep you around until you bore him.”

In that moment, Jensen was at your side. “Y/N,” he said breathlessly like he had rushed to get to you. You saw him from your peripherals, looking from you to Danneel then back – it was like he was trying to read what had already been said in the quiet between us. “Table’s all set.”

Danneel stood up so slow that even you got a good shot of her cleavage before she went sashaying her hips into the other room. Not the kind of person to resort to violence, you were getting really close to launching yourself at her and pulling a scene out of Mean Girls where you just went all animal kingdom on her smug, irrelevant face.

“Hey,” Jensen’s voice came through the storm cloud of fury that was raging in your head. “Remember to keep that war face strong.”

Your head whipped over to look him, his eyes searching you carefully while his fingers gripped your chin lightly, making sure that you couldn’t look anywhere but at him. Despite the way your insides were twisting at having to break bread with that woman, you cracked a small grin. “Are you using my words against me?”

He shrugged, releasing you from his grasp, but keeping his eyes on you cautiously. “Am I really using it against you if it’s sound advice to begin with?”

“Wow, Ackles.”

After another careful smile was shared between the two of you, he reached down and grabbed your hand before playfully dragging you along to the dining room. The long, rectangular table had been set with something similar to wedding china; the kind that was white with specs of dark blue and gold, tall glasses filled to the brim with what looked like iced tea and the food was plated throughout the middle.

The big plate of fried chicken was calling your name front and center.

Like the southern gentleman you were getting to know, Jensen led you to your chair, pulling it out for you to sit before scooting you closer to the table. “Now ya’ll don’t be shy,” Momma said from the top of the table. “I made enough food to feed a whole fleet.”

Once Jensen was sitting and Danneel was adjusted directly across from you where she was basically eye fucking the man next to you, did the proper introductions start. At one end of the table sat Jensen’s father who insisted that you call him Alan - no matter what, then Joshua sat caddy corner to his father with his best friend Barrett who sat opposite of him. Mackenzie was sitting next to Danneel, passing the spinach salad towards you while Jensen said something that made his mother whack his arm playfully. Cliff was apparently still sleeping and Momma didn’t want to wake him, but she made sure to mention that Josh would have to bring him a plate of food when he did make his way upstairs.

Despite Jensen’s ex-girlfriend being there, the whole environment made you feel like you were home. There was a lot going on a once, from Alan asking for more fried chicken to Jensen focusing all of his attention on making sure that your plate was full at all times, to the small chatter than Kenzie was trying to make with their guest.

“So remember when I said that I hoped you got fat on this trip?” You asked before Jensen gave you a chuckle and a slight nod while shoveling more mashed potatoes onto his own plate. “I didn’t mean that you could take me down with you.”

The tip of his thumb was in his mouth as he was licking up a bit of the leftover mash that had escaped the bowl, but that wink that he gave you made you want to melt into your chair.

“So I saw the interview Jay,” Danneel spoke for the first time since dinner had started. Her voice was even, like she had been preparing this speech for quite some time, but her focus was on strategically stabbing the pieces of spinach salad before her. “There seemed to be a lot of questions about us.”

A silence fell over the whole table.

In the quiet, your mind wandered back to that night that he came stumbling home drunk making your heart hurt for the man next to you. Instantly, your hand reached between the chairs and grabbed his, which had been tightly clamped into a fist in his lap.

“Dee,” Kenzie hissed at the woman next to her, stealing a sorrowful glance at her brother. “You promised you wouldn’t bring that up.”

Her shoulder rose and fell with a half assed shrug, never taking her eyes off of Jensen. You weren’t even sure if she had blinked since stating her piece. “Maybe I have my own questions.”

Jensen, who had finally released some of the tension in his hand enough that he grabbed your own and gave it an aggressive squeeze before he stood up from the table, his knees bumping the edge in the process. You half-drunk glass of iced tea almost toppled over, but you managed to catch it just before the worst could happen – making an even bigger mess of this night.

He towered over where you were sitting, breaking eye contact with the bitch who sat across from you. “Ma, I think it’s time I excuse myself.”

It was evident that everyone around the table was a little put out by these proceedings. Momma cleared her throat before offering her son a forced smile. “Are you sure darlin’? I made some pie for dessert.”

Jay veered over his mother’s chair and kissed her forehead. The action itself was a polar opposite of what was probably gnawing away on his insides. “Save me a slice.”

You had barely been able to get out a thank you before Jensen almost tore your arm off when he made contact with your body again. The rest of the house, that you had yet to see, blurred by quickly as you were hurried up the stairs. In record time, you found yourself back in Jensen’s room with him standing before you with an hazy look overshadowing his forest green eyes.

No words were spoken prior to his lips finding yours for the second time that night.

Jensen’s body pushed into yours, like he was trying to mold himself into you. His body caged you in between the wooden door and his hard chest - his kisses came urgent, devouring your mouth like you were the only slice of heaven he needed right now.

Those same lips were starting to cloud your judgment about what was happening. His mouth was making it’s slow descend down towards your collarbone and you couldn’t help, but close your eyes as he continued on his way. Your hands made their way into his hair, tugging gently enough that you could bring his focus back to your face.

He broke contact with you, breathing heavily while his eyes searched yours for permission to continue. Damn, did you really want to continue. “Jensen?”

“Yeah?” He asked leaning down to nip at the corner of your mouth causing your to groan internally; the man was doing things to you.

“Is this really a good idea?”

As he continued to lean over, your bodies still pressed together and your labored breath filling the momentary silence, you watched him continue to look over your face like he was searching for the answer. “Probably not,” he mumbled, releasing you.

With an slow step backwards, you had a little more breathing room to get your head on straight. “Don’t get me wrong,” you started seeing the look of rejection flicker across Jensen’s face. “I want this.”

His eyes lit up. “But?”

You chewed your bottom lip while choosing your words carefully. “But, don’t you think you are just acting on impulse right now? Out of anger at Danneel?”

Jensen looked at you, his eyes roaming from the top of your head all the way down to your toes. You would have sold your soul to the devil right then and there to get a piece of what was running through his head.

When his eyes found yours again, he spoke with intention in his words. “Only a little.”

Your insides squeezed at his answer, but you still didn’t trust that he actually wanted you right now. Like that he honestly to god wanted you. There was no way that his sudden actions weren’t being influenced by the fact that his ex-girlfriend was sitting downstairs at the family table right that very minute.

Jensen stepped closer to you, closing in on your personal space. With the same gesture from earlier, he grabbed your chin gently. “But, I think we probably should just get some sleep and see what tomorrow holds for us, okay?”

You managed a slow nod. “Okay.”

After all was said and done, you found yourself in the darkness of the bedroom, wearing a pair of sweatpants and a tank top while a shirtless Jensen was laying awfully still next to you. Your mind started to wander, focusing mainly on the fact that the man next to you said that he wanted you, but you had been wondering if that was genuine or not.

As that thought kept circling over and over, Jensen rolled over and threw an arm over your waist. You felt him snuggle up close to your warm body which in turned caused you to relax before reminding yourself that this was all fake.

Who was to say that these feelings weren’t fake too?

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tessxomarie · 5 years

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Saving You - Part III

*Hello loves! This is Part III, we get to meet Kendra and read a little bit into more of Leah’s backstory. Bear with me here, I promise all of the details mentioned have meaning in future parts! For now, enjoy!*

A few hours pass by since I left the clubhouse. As soon as I got home, I showered and changed into a pair of old raggedy pajama shorts and an old Chicago Cubs t-shirt. Chicago is where I’m originally from, at least that’s where I was born and raised until I was 5.

I hear a knock at my door, and sure enough it’s my girl Kenz.

I open the door and let her in and give her a weird look as she has a key to my place.

“My hands are full, I couldn’t reach for my key.” She says laughing, and then I look down and see she has a million bags.

“What the hell did you bring?” I ask eagerly as she passes by me and into my home.

She plops one bag on the couch and takes everything else into the kitchen. “Well, my overnight bag for one because I plan on getting wine drunk and I ain’t going anywhere. Secondly, I had to stop and get our favorite men – Ben & Jerry, and I also picked up some stuff to make tacos, because you know I’m Mexican and I can make tacos in my sleep.” She explains as she places all of the items on my kitchen table.

I cannot stop laughing because Kendra always makes me laugh. It’s just her personality, she rarely takes anything seriously. She is the literal definition of zero fucks given, but the girl demands respect. She was one of my first friends I made in nursing school. Actually, she was my only friend I had made at that point, and by the grace of God we were able to come up through the ranks together. Kendra has been my side through a lot of shit. She’s had her fair share of family shit and guy drama, but she’s always been there for me – no questions asked.

“I was just going to order us a pizza.” I say, staring in awe at the groceries she has brought over.

“Well, think of it this way – you save some money on food tonight and you can repay me by holding my hair back when I hug the toilet later.”

“That’s fair.” I reply, and we shake on it.

Kendra takes over my kitchen as she preps the tacos, and I assist. We have our usual girl talk banter, because even at 26, we still act like teenagers.

“So, did you go to the club today?” She asks.

“Yup. They called before I was even walking out of the clinic.” I say as I dice up some onions.

“EZ and Angel?” She asks without missing a beat.

“EZ and Angel.” I repeat and nod.

Kendra, although she has no direct blood ties to the club, she is still clued in on myconnections – she knows everything, it was part of the deal Marcus and I worked out.

“Who started it this time?” She asks as she seasons the meat in the pan.

“I honestly don’t even know, EZ had a nasty cut on his face but Angel took a nasty beating as well.”

Kendra just rolls her eyes as she knows how immature this whole ordeal is.

“Did Angel thank you this time?” She asks even though she already knows the answer to that. I stop dicing the onions and stare at her with my “really?” face.

She puts her hands up and says “You know, I was kinda hoping for a miracle. You’d think after cleaning up his messes for the fourth time in a month, a ‘thank you’ would accidentally escape his lips as if he truly is thankful for someone who gives a damn.”

I let out a sarcastic laugh, “I’m just doing my job because it’s what I do for the club. They save my ass when I need them too, and I save theirs.” I say pouring all the veggies together in one big mixing bowl.

“When have they had to save your ass, Lee?” Kendra asks with a quirked brow.

Before I can even respond, she answers for me “exactly, they haven’t. You’ve held up your end of the deal, the least Angel can do is fucking say thank you – he’s such an asshole.”

One would think that after all of the disrespect Angel has thrown my way these last eight months, I wouldn’t give him a thought after I fix him up. It’s hard to explain, but he’s like a puzzle to me and I highly dislike how I cannot figure it out. He doesn’t go out of his way to bully me or anything, it’s nothing like that. It’s just, he doesn’t really care to acknowledge my existence whenever I’m around, and he’s the only member to do so.

Kendra lets out a chuckle, “Okay enough MC talk, let’s eat like the hangry fat girls we are.”

We end up laughing most of the night, stuffing our faces with tacos and wine, oh and catching up on some trash tv.

“How does someone let a so-called doctor inject cement into their face?!” I exclaim and look at Kendra with a major what the royal fuck face as we watch an episode of Botched on E!

“It’s like a nasty car wreck out on the 405, I don’t want to look but I can’t stop staring. Look at their cheeks, like legit cement is in there. How? Why? But like seriously why are we watching this? Isn’t there some cheesy romcom we can watch?” Kendra suggests as she snatches the remote from my hand.

“Bad Moms, perfect.” She says as she tosses the remote on the other side of my sectional.

I take another sip of my wine and tilt my head back, simply enjoying this moment – a quiet night in with my best friend.

“We’re going to be cool moms like these bitches. Right?” Kendra asks as she takes a bite out of a cookie that came out of nowhere.

“Cool moms are the only options, babe.” I answer, and we clink our glasses.

“I know you and I both got shit on in the mom department, but I really don’t want that to hang over our heads when we have kids. Like, if I see you slipping up, I will go full hoodrat Kendra on you.” She announces, and let me just say, hoodrat Kendra is a real thing.

“I promise, I’m not going to be like Briana. I can’t be. Also, if I see you being a shit mom, I’ll first smack you into next week, and if you don’t respond to that, I’ll just use my 1-800-MC card.” I say with a big smirk.

“You chicken shit, you rather call Marcus or Samcro than kick my ass?”

“Kenz, we all know you could kick my ass twice and your own ass at the same time.” I admit, and that’s the full on truth. I’ve seen Kendra scrap before, and I think everyone around Kenz should want her to be on their team.

“I’m so glad you know the true me, it will only continue to benefit you my young one.” Kendra tells me as she reaches out and touches my shoulder in a gentle way but it’s with full sarcasm.

“Okay real talk, what is the weekend plan Aleeah Starr?” Kendra asks while opening up her calendar app on her phone.

“Middle name? Really?” I say with a look, my look of ‘was that necessary?’

“Hoodrat Kenz can come out to play if you’d like.” She replies with a smile.

I laugh and eye roll, “Okay then, Kendra Sofia…” I say to her with an evil eye as I open up my calendar.

“Hmm, I’m off this weekend, all I have going on is Tessa’s birthday party on Sunday. Would you like to come?” I ask.

“Eva already called me and said she’ll see me Sunday.” Kendra says with a nervous expression on her face.

I give her a funny look, questioning why she looks like that.

“Aside from my Abuela Natalia, Eva fucking terrifies me – you just don’t say no to her.” She says deadpan.

I laugh, “A-freaking-men”.

Eva, she’s a true bad-ass. She and Marcus, I think they’re still married? They’ve spent more time apart than together in recent years, but they both love each other tremendously.

“Okay, so Sunday we can drive up together. Do you want to drive together tomorrow and go visit your dad?” Kendra asks.

I let out a big sigh, and I give her another look as Kendra knows my feelings about this subject.

“Why do you ask me this every weekend?” I plead.

“Lee, he’s still your dad. Prison jumpsuit and all, he’s still your dad and he still loves you.”

“I haven’t seen him in a while.” I confess.

Kendra nods, “I know, that’s why I asked if you want to go.”

“I don’t know Kenz, I just feel the older I get and the longer he’s in there, that Father/Daughter connection dies each day. He doesn’t even want to see me half the time.”

“He just hates the situation he’s in, babes. He got a shit deal, but we both know you’re still the light of his life.”

I rub my eyes, trying to keep it together yet again.

“I just don’t know how I would feel going up there now, especially when I’ve dealt with so much shit from the club. I don’t need anyone on the inside seeing me talk to my cop father turned inmate. That’s just asking for me to get someone killed or get myself killed.”

“Aleeah Starr Parker.” Kendra says with her eyes rolling, and I am deeply confused.

“What?”

“Are you so exhausted that you forgot who is even protecting your dad?” Kendra asks, and I palm my face.

“No, I didn’t forget…well maybe for a second.” I admit.

“Lorenzo has Jesse’s back, okay? Our dads are prison buds! How poetic is that?” She says as she pulls me in for a cheesy hug.

I give off a look of disgust, because Kendra is never this touchy feely. But my facial expression does not stop Kenz from continuing on.

“Oh, stop that, give your best friend a hug and smile. Hell, could you even bother to laugh? Come on, if we can’t laugh that our fathers are both in prison, our moms are both dead due to their stupid choices, we would be miserable unsuccessful sluts working on a pole for a living.”

Kendra has a big grin on her face, and she keeps giving me the famous Kendra look – the one where it always makes me smile because she knows how to make me smile; that’s what a best friend is for.

I do end up laughing, quite a bit.

“Thanks for making me laugh, I needed it.” I say looking at Kendra with a puppy dog face, because I am on the verge of tears – it’s been a chaotic week, ending it with the cherry on top that is the Mayans MC. And wine always has me feeling some type of way.

“My little Lee-Lee, come here, give me another hug.” Kendra says as she pulls me in for a hug.

“Okay, time to refill. We are finishing this second bottle and then we are going to sleep like precious babies.” She says as she stands up from the couch and heads to my kitchen.

As Kendra heads to the kitchen, I look down at my wrist and I start snapping my pony-tail holder. It takes me a moment to realize what I’ve even doing or why I’m doing it.

“Breathe, Leah. Just breathe.” I whisper to myself.

“I’ll be okay, just breathe.”

#Saving You #Leah Parker #Mayans MC #Angel Reyes #My Writing

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Getting Your Drunk Tubby Hubby to Bed

Okay... so I don’t know if anyone other than me is going to actually like this... I drew this as a follow up to this and I wrote a little story to go along with it (below). Basic synopsis is Shane got a little too drunk and Sebastian got annoyed and took off on his motorcycle for a while. Story takes place when he gets back home. I feel like I should preface by saying that the story contains very little belly stuff, so if you’re looking for kink material you should probably skip this (seriously, no one has to read it, haha). It’s so sugary sweet and full of sentimental drivel that it’ll probably just give you a toothache anyway. BUT! If you do end up reading it and enjoy it, let me know. I may try writing some more stories, some that will actually contain belly kink if that’s something y’all might be interested in.

Sebastian & Shane are from the game Stardew Valley.

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**The farmer makes a brief appearance in this story. I purposefully left them ambiguous in case you might want to imagine your own SV farmer in it. Or you could just imagine there is no farmer and it’s just about Shane & Sebby**

Sebastian walked his motorcycle to the side yard, parking it in the usual spot beside Charlie's little coop. He could hear the birds inside making low sleepy clucks. He'd taken the liberty of turning off the cycle's motor before getting anywhere close to the farmhouse so he wouldn't wake up the chickens. Their farmer wasn't home yet, evidenced by the horse not being it it's stable. 'I hope they didn't go to Skull Cavern...' Sebby thought, that always worried him.

He made his way around to the front of the house and stood in front of the door. He'd gotten irrationally angry at Shane earlier in the evening... he knew that he was going to have to suck it up and apologize. Reluctantly he turned the knob and stepped inside. Despite it being late, the lights in the house were still on. He walked into the kitchen and threw his keys in the bowl on the counter and slipped off his shoes. Turning to the living room, he noticed a mass of clothes and cans strewn about the floor.

As he got closer to the mess, he came to the realization that the clothes were still occupied. The side of Shane's face was pressed into the floor, his arms spread out beside him. Seb let out a sad sigh. He hadn't seen Shane this drunk in a long while and couldn't help but feel responsible. “I'm sorry... I just... get so angry sometimes...” he said almost in a whisper. He gathered up the spent cans and placed them in the recycling machines outside. At least there would be some fresh quartz and coal in the morning.

Back inside Sebastian grabbed the back of Shane's old worn Joja hoodie and peeled it off his back and over his head and arms. Once it was removed he gave it a quick shake and slipped his own arms into it. He had no idea why... in that moment it just comforted him to wear the boy's jacket. Sebby crouched down by Shane's side and grabbed one of his hefty arms. He was able to lift Shane's side up enough to get his other hand under his chest to roll him over.

“Buhhh...” Shane managed to croak out once he was on his back, but he didn't wake up.

Sebby ran a hand through Shane's mussed up hair in an effort to smooth it out again. “Hey...” he said, using his hand now to gently pat Shane's cheek. “Big guy...” Shane returned nothing but a groan.

Sebastian stood up and walked around to Shane's head. Standing above him he grabbed hold of both wrists and began the slow process of dragging his passed out husband toward the bedroom. “Gah... you're so heavy!” Sebby groaned. Once he'd finally gotten Shane to the side of the bed he dropped the weighty arms back to the floor. With another heave and a grunt Sebastian was able to get Shane into a seated position with his back against the bed, his head hanging limply. “Hon...” Sebastian said shaking his shoulder, but the drunken lummox still didn't wake. Sebby proceeded to pull off Shane's sneakers and tossed them over in front the night table “C'mon, Tubbs...” he said, using a hand to pat Shane's bloated jelly belly, “you gotta use your legs, there's no way I can lift you into the bed... you're just too big...” then much to Sebby's amazement, Shane groggily grabbed hold of their mattress and wobbily stood up and stumbled into the bed. Falling onto his back with a loud “FWHUMP!” into the blankets and pillows. “Thank God...” Sebastian said as he crawled into bed beside him.

“Buhh...” Shane groaned again and laid his forearm across his eyes. “How much did I have to drink tonight?”

Sebastian didn't answer, he just slid into his husband's side as Shane instinctively wrapped his other arm around his back pulling him closer. Sebby laid his head on Shane's soft chest and ran his hand down over his hubbie's mountain of a belly, the size of which was barely contained in Shane's borderline too small shirt.

“What did I say to you? Ugh... I'm sorry... I'm always messing everything up...”

“It's okay... I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. We were both being stupid.” Sebby said, nuzzling his face deeper into Shane's soft pecs. Shane let his arm slide down off his face and rested it on his chest near Sebastian who took the fat fingers into his hand, rubbing them gently with his thumb. “Never forget that I love you, Shane. You're everything to me.”

“Ugh... kid, why? I'm so fat and dumb...” Shane scoffed.

“You're not dumb...” Sebby said then let out a little laugh and grinned “You are pretty fat though...”

“Pff... yeah,” Shane glanced down at his midsection “I've really let myself go. Maybe it's time to seriously consider a diet.”

Sebastian rolled on top of Shane as if to block the view of his portly body. “I like you just the way you are.” He said grabbing hold of Shane's face and squeezing his chubby cheeks together. The stubble scratched at his palms but he didn't care. Sebastian leaned in close and rubbed Shane's nose with his own.

“I don't get it, but thanks.” Shane managed to eek out of his squashed face. He wrapped his arms around the emo boy smushing Sebastian into his chubby body. Both of them just began to drift off when the front door slowly opened.

The farmer stepped into the bedroom “Hey, what happened? Everything alright?” They asked.

Shane was already snoring lightly beneath Sebastian “Yeah, long story... Everything's okay, c'mon..” Sebby waved his hand “It's almost 2 AM, come to bed before you pass out.”

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Well, that’s it. Hope you enjoyed(?) it... And aren’t just wondering what on earth is wrong with me...

#cute #chubby #pot belly #drunk #shane #sebastian #stardew valley #fan art #fan fiction #polyamory

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