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dcjokerhs · 2 years
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OK, I have officially stayed up too long:
What if Grian was Wilbur's brother, older by three years, taken at 4-6 years old, by Cultists and put in Pearl's family, only to then experience the Hells of Yandere Highschool, fulfil the Cult's wishes via his capture from Evo, then end up being led to Hermitcraft via Mumbo, who then helps him reunite with Pearl?
Big neg for this idea? Designing the Cultists.
Positive for this AU? Kristin literally saw Pearl falling from Evo and went "NEW DAUGHTER!" and, when Pearl got Suspicious about it, gave her the task of Finding and Protecting her brother and helping Kristin find the Watchers, who are Hiding from Kristin because She's Heccin Death, and She Is FURIOUS with them.
Bittersweet Part of This AU? Phil and Techno stay away from Grian during MCC because they Remember, but they see he's Happy, and, like the way they abandoned Tommy and Wilbur after hearing Some Major Enemies were after them, they want him to believe whatever it is he's grown up thinking, because they'd rather that than admit Out Loud that They Failed, despite being Trillions of Years Old, because That Stuff Breaks You...
But, on the other hand, Phil's necklace-thing is a ruby and obsidian locket holding the babyhair of Grian, Wil and Tom, as well as the strand of hair Techno gave Phil as his first big "I Trust You, so I give you part of Me, grown from My Blood and My Soul, for you to Keep Always." It also has baby pictures and the Tommy's first daisy-chain that he'd tried crowning his Papa with.
(Techno may or may not also have four matching strands carefully woven into the underside of his hair, only visible when he's bearing his neck to the world with his hair in a bun.)
Other than that:
Jimmy is Pearl's little bro, he ends up being able to Sense Death (though, unfortunately it makes Canary Brain go "Mama!" and he GOES TOWARDS THE DANGER as Mumza's trying to get her tiniest adopted chick to STAY ALIVE! GDI!!)
Tommy nearly gets Eburean'd, Dream manages to do it in prison, he almost starts doing it once free from prison, but Tommy's still settling into his own abilities as a Phoenix, so Kristin goes "BABY BOY TO ELDEST BOY!" and yeets him to Grian, so Grian and Tommy have a "Who Are You?!" "Grian Minecraft?!" Moment.
(Dadza Be Madza. Dadza Be Sadza. Dream Be DEAD)
Tommy is reunited with the others via MCC, but Dream's there like "Come Home Tommy, you're Breaking Rules, Tommy!" tho Then Grian looms Over Dream as Scar distracts Tubbo and Tommy with Jellie, Grian going all Mr Dreamslayer, like "What Are You Doing Near my Smal Charge?"
Then Wilbur starts bawling over his baby brother and Techno's standing there, looking Mightly Uncomfy because all his weapons got taken from him at the door... And the Voices are screeching at him to "HUG THE CHICK!!" "TOMBIRB! TOMBIRB!" etc.
Things reach a head when either Grian gets Captured via the Rift and Pearl thinks her blood will work for the tracking spell, but No, It's Tommy's that works, or when Phil's locket gets stolen from around his neck, it ends up being opened and shown to Grian, only for Phil to step up behind whichever poor sod is holding it (idky, but I can see it being held by either Martyn or Zedaph) like "I Think You Have Something of Mine." and Confrontation Occurs.
BUT HEALING FLOOF!!!
So much healing floof1
Wilbur "accidentally" pushes Ranboo and Tubbo into Hermitcraft when "bidding Tommy goodbye" just as Xisuma's preparing to close the portal, then Scar sees Tubbo's burns and goes "THIS IS MY SON NOW!" as Ranboo's all stuttery and stumbly and Impulse and Keralis and Doc have to play rock/paper/scissors, though then Doc hears Tubbo Likes Nukes and Knows His Redstone and... oh. Oh dear. Tubbo now has 2 Chaotic Dads. Oh No, What A Tragedy (/s)
Ranboo likes helping Pearl, False and Cleo with their builds, and even follows Pearl when she's going to try selling her Cleaning Services with his notebook and quill, ready to take notes for her and help her calculate costs ahead of time. (He gets All The Mommas and Cub keeps trying to get him to eat more with the food he's stolen from Scar... Not that Ranboo knows about the thievery when Scar Finds Out.... before joining in on feeding Ranboo All The Foods Scar's Gone Dadmode Uh o UH oh....
Not even Mumbo's Return could save them from Grian's Big Bro Mode combo'd with Scar's Dad Mode...
Anyway!! Enjoy!!!
I am Going to SLEEP!! >w<
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bltearoom · 3 years
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med school bun 🎒👓🩺
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tracer85s · 3 years
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yizhan fic rec (2)
part 1
glute bridges by sunstainedsheets
[explicit, 29k, complete]
personal trainer and dancer yibo and graphic designer xiao zhan. GYM AU omg i love this. xiao zhan signs up for a gym membership and personal training sessions where he’s totally not ogling his coach. there’s also a scene with xiao zhan attempting to converse with yibo in korean that got me cackling lmao, our resident koreaboo indeed. it was also great to see mentor yibo here, it reminded me of his prod 101 days when he was so intimidating as a mentor, also... very sexy. anyway i adore this, they’re just thirsting over each other, especially yibo checking out the zhass, it’s okay bobo we’ve all been there
i’d wear gucci for you by Anonymous
[teen and up, 16k, complete]
abo au where alpha yibo and omega xiao zhan are photographed going into xiao zhan’s apartment together so they’re forced to pretend that they’re mated to prevent a scandal. this has become my favourite fics because i’m an absolute sucker for fake/pretend relationships and the way the writer incorporated canon stuff like yibo answering interview questions for xiao zhan ugh guys i love this fic. when yibo was so exasperated near the end and said “i’m wearing gucci for you” & waving his hand i really lost it. JUST READ THIS I PROMISE IT’S A GOOD READ
if you would only let you by gdgdbaby
[explicit, 32k, complete]
ah where do i even start with this one? xiao zhan gets drunk and texts yibo, yibo shows up at his house and whisks him away on a road trip. i felt so much emotions reading this fic, everything was so raw and it really deals with the pressures of being famous and homophobia. this is a super realistic fic and there’s a lot of emotional hurt/comfort, you’ll literally end up wanting to wrap these two in a big blanket and just protect them from the world (lol like we don’t already want to do that). my absolute favourite part was the confession scene, like it was so messy and funny, and it’s just so them, especially the pokemon part lmao. this art is based on that scene and it’s exactly how i imagined it 🥺 this is just so well written and it’s one of my favs!
love in the time of coding by theivoryflute
[explicit, 26k, complete]
hacker yibo and cyber security engineer xiao zhan. yibo cyber flirts with xiao zhan and also flirts with him in real life. *SCREAMS* i never thought we’d have a hacker au in the fandom but i’ve been blessed, this was literally the cutest online romance fic with a bunch of mutual pining. my favourite dialogue is “the whiplash from wanting to ride yibo to wanting to coddle him was severe” i’m literally wheezing, this is a perfect representation of the fandom, also the usernames that yibo picked got me cackling there’s one in particular that made me laugh, you’ll know what it is when you see it so go read this gem!
Peace & Love by ella_minnow
[explicit, 51k, complete]
my favourite writer is back again with this baby! idol dance captain xiao zhan and non-famous dancer yibo!!! ARE WE KIDDING? slow burn sdoc au? I’M SO IN WTF. guys listen to me. yibo has a low ponytail and arm tattoos *goes feral* one of my favourite scenes from this fic is when xiao zhan had to convince yibo to join his team (bro. he didn’t even have to try) because yibo says “no, Xiao-laoshi. I would of course never leave you.” i’m screeching, totally gave me tgcf hua cheng vibes. my absolute favourite scene, however, is when yibo says xiao zhan doesn’t have to worry about sending him home because he’s going to win everything... like... the sheer bde this man exudes in real life and fiction... very sexy of him. i also love how this showcases how well they work together and of course the *whispers* celebratory sex!
Hyacinth by stickyriceu
[explicit, 76k, complete]
racer yibo celebrates after a competition and meets hyacinth’s number one host, zhan-er. slow burn with LOTS of pining and angst. i finished this in one sitting and i’m still screaming over it, it’s so good!!! genuinely felt my soul leave my body reading this because zhan zhan with shoulder length hair? tied up in a messy bun? *SCREECHES* everyone go read and get your angst on, don’t worry, there’s a happy ending ;)
Song of the Sea by LaMachina17
[explicit, 48k, complete]
mermaid xiao zhan and pirate yibo !!! xiao zhan meets yibo and has one very exciting night with him so he ends up following him aboard their pirate ship! i’m literally on my knees praising this fic. i will re-read this until i die, it’s perfect. AND THEY’RE CAT DADS IN THIS FIC TOO. seriously i don’t need to say anything else go read this gem
The Dragons by MadFilaments
[explicit, 31k, complete]
xiao zhan is his village’s marriage offering to dragon lord yibo. are you kidding me? shapeshifter yibo? arranged marriage fic? YES. this is one of my favourites, i always re-read it because the way their relationship just naturally progresses in the story warms my heart 😩 AND they call each other husband and i just *melts* they’re ! so ! domestic ! there’s angst but it’s not too bad and i’m in love with yibo’s speech about how dragons love forever *cries*
golden hour by Deinde
[explicit, 35k, complete]
professional snowboarder yibo teaches actor xiao zhan how to snowboard in a show! OH MY GOD THIS WAS SO GOOD *SCREAMS* it’s literally just them flirting and being absolutely thirsty for each other, especially in the photoshoot scene dear lord. i’m so annoying, this fic tab has been open in my safari for forever and i forgot about it until i watched ddu’s snow sports episode so don’t do the same thing as me and go! read! this! fic! immediately!
Falling In Love by beeswaxing
[mature, 65k, complete]
celebrities yibo and xiao zhan star in a we got married/hello baby inspired reality show! oh my god. the domestic fluff in this i am reeling, THIS IS JUST ADORABLE. this is definitely the domestic kid fic i so desperately needed 😭 and the way the writer added in those canon bjyx details is just perfect, everyone go read this please!!
Legend of the Jade Rabbit: The Musical by emma_screams
[explicit, 12k, complete]
high school au with lion hybrid yibo and bunny hybrid xiao zhan. this fic has musicals! it’s really quite fluffy, yibo literally calls zhan zhan “bunny gege” and i’m just *SCREECHING* also i love protective yibo 😭 i really love this it’s so cute & has a very refreshing plot!
pick me, pick me up by domeeneec
[mature, 10k, complete]
college/uni wrong number au where xiao zhan keeps accidentally calling yibo to bail him out of his bad dates and yibo ends up becoming his “personal dating assistant” this was the FLUFFIEST. although there is some light angst when xiao zhan drunk dials yibo and cries about not being able to find love, but i swear this is super soft and fluffy!!! READ THIS FOR SEROTONIN
Ruby and Gold by aces_low
[explicit, 16k, complete]
mob boss xiao zhan and his trophy husband yibo. HELLO? MURD3R HUSBANDS YIZHAN? this was such a fun read! trigger warnings for blood and violence though so look out for those! yizhan will literally not hesitate to beat you tf up in this fic they’re so badass here but they’re so soft with each other. xiao zhan literally calls yibo gǒu zǎizǎi and tiánxīn i am. Melting. also there’s a proposal. it’s unromantic but still so romantic, i love it. i also saw this art and i think this would be how they look in the fic
To Be Human by purplemonster
[teen and up, 19k, complete]
humanoid yibo and ceo xiao zhan. xiao zhan tests out his company’s newest creation and falls in love along the way. android aus always hurt me so. good. and this one’s not an exception. it’s pretty slow burn and definitely angst-y but it has a happy ending! i love the domesticity, i have no idea why i love grocery scenes so much? but anyway this is perfect for a rainy day and you’ll coo at the ending
Falling by brooklinegirl
[explicit, 42k, complete]
yb and xz behind the scenes while filming. this was such a melancholic read for me (even though there’s so much papapa) because they pine SO HARD at the start, don’t get me wrong though, it’s also cute because there’s so much canon flirting!but my heart really broke when filming was ending and yb’s thoughts were “We could run away together. Miss our flights. Stay here in Hengdian, or fuck it, go somewhere where no one knows us and just...” *sobs* pls go read!!!
What’s Your Emergency? by bluefloral
[general, 2k, complete]
police officer yibo and single father xiao zhan! yuan, xiao zhan’s son calls 911 for help with his math homework and officer yibo helps him 🥺 this was such an adorable short read!
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haikyuuwaifu · 4 years
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Miss Independent
Genre: Crack, Humor, Drama, NSFW Content, Mild Angst
Warning: Mild Angst
Kenma x Osamu x Suna x Reader Poly
Masterlist
Daichi & Y/N| K& S| O & Y| S & Y
‘Great One-Jessie Reyez’
DAICHI & Y/N
“Y/N!” a loud boisterous voiced called out, as she slammed her locker shut. Shaking her head slightly, she smiled softly at the literal ray of sunshine headed her way. “Y/N! How come Dadchi wasn’t at practice this morning?” Shoyo asked his “mom” as they walked towards the first year hall. “He’s out sick today Shoyo, so it’s gonna be up to you guys to be on your best behavior.” the boy scoffed next to her. “I am ALWAYS on my best behavior! It’s Bakageyama and Saltybitchma that are always fighting.” he screeched waving his hands. Rubbing her temples Y/N sighed as she stopped in front of his homeroom door. “Look, if you boys can get through one practice without fighting, I’ll take you out for dinner tonight; that ramen shop you like.” she stated patting his head affectionately. “I’ll see you after school Shoyo!” she murmured waving behind her as she walked on towards the stairs. Maybe after practice she’d take Daichi some broth and cuddle.
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Y/N slid her phone back into her jacket pocket clapping as she watched Tsukki block Hinata’s spike. “Great job Kei-chan!” she yelled cupping her hands over her mouth to make herself louder. Tsukishima turned to scoff softly, “Don’t do that! It’s embarrassing Y/N!” he snarked, cheeks pinking slightly. Behind him Tanaka and Noya snickerd softly. Glaring Y/N spoke, “since you both find it hilarious you’ll be cleaning the gym up with the rest of the second years.” a mix of groans and cheers were heard as coach Ukai blew the whistle signaling the end of practice. “ You brats coming to the shop tonight?” he grunted out, hands on his hips watching the second years tear down the net. Y/N shook her head as she handed him her clipboard. “Nope, the third years and I are treating the first years to Ramen at that new place near Shiratorizawa.” she answered. “Well, be careful brat; and call me if you need anything.” he grumbled. “Thank you gramps!” she cooed giggling at the way his shoulders hunched at the mild insult. “Alright brats, let’s go! I know you have homework tonight and I don’t want to be out too late.” she grumbled herding everyone out of the gym.
The group of students made their way to the train, the first year boys grumbling about upcoming exams and how hungry they were. Yachi hung back, discussing weekend plans with Kiyoko and Y/N. Everything was as it should be. Sitting on the train Y/N pulled out her phone to see a slew of messages from her idiot best friend. As they rode the train, she, Yachi, and Kiyoko cackled at the recollection of Kuroo getting his kneecaps swiped by Yaku yet again. Everything was right with the world. Stepping off the train, the three girls locked arms as they kept an eye on the rowdy boys ahead of them. Suga hooked his arm in Y/N’s free arm as Asahi brought up the rear. “How do you think Daichi is doing?” Suga asked, keeping his eyes on the boys ahead. “I texted him, during practice; he said he was resting; I think I’m going to bring him some broth on my way home.” Y/N murmured looking at the sky ahead. 
Making their way to the Ramen Shop the third years and Yachi enjoyed the silence, as the boys ahead spent most the time quietly discussing their upcoming practice matches. The restaurant was a good ten minute walk from the station. Y/N had pulled her phone out of her pocket, receiving a notification from Kuroo, when she stumbled into a frozen body in front of her. Looking up, she saw that the person she had run into was Tsukishima. “Tsukki why’d you stop in the middle of th-” she started to ask, when she noticed his narrowed into slits. Turning her head, she looked in the direction he was facing only to see her boyfriend of four years Daichi Sawamura lip locked with the volleyball captain of the girls team Yui Michimiya. Before she could stop anyone, Hinata had already clambered inside Kageyama behind him. Tsukki gripped Y/N’s arm tightly, mostly to prevent himself from clocking his captain. Suga, Asahi and Kiyoko followed the two boys inside to see Daichi and Yui eyes wide eyeing the feral boys standing in front of them.
Arms crossed Suga sneered at the couple. “I thought you were sick Daichi? Because this doesn’t look like sick.” “I thought you were going to get meat buns.” he stammered out, scratching the back of his head. He still had no idea Y/N was with them, as she was still outside trying to calm down a raging Tsukishima. “No, we didn’t get meat buns today; because Y/N, you know...your girlfriend, she decided to take the boys out for ramen since they were so cooperative at practice today.” Suga uttered harshly. Next to this train wreck, Kageyama had his phone to his ear; “Oikawa, it’s me...we’re at the ramen place by Shiratorizawa...Sawamura just got caught cheating on Y/N...I doubt he’s goign anywhere anytime soon...got it.” 
Outside, Tsukishima was still shaking with rage, as Y/N tried to calm him down. Yamaguchi stood next to him, trying to assist but nothing was working. “I’m going to go inside, and see what’s going on. Yams you stay here with Tsukki, I’m sure it’s all a big misunderstanding.” Y/N said not even believing the words coming out of her mouth. As she made her way inside, Tsukki pulled his phone out... “Hey shit head its me...Sawamura just got caught cheating on Y/N...I think Kageyama already called Oikawa...he won’t be going anywhere any time soon just get here as soon as you can.” hanging up Tsukki made his way inside the cafe.
Walking towards the crowd, Y/N could hear the barely audible excuses tumbling out of her boyfriends mouth. Stepping through everyone she made her way to the front. Sugawara was shaking, fists clenched to his sides as he listened to all the stupid shit Daichi was spewing. Looking behind him Y/N saw Michimiya visibly shaking in fear. Fear of guilt or fear of retaliation she couldn’t tell you; and right now she didn’t really care. When Daichi saw Y/N approach a part of him sighed in relief, but that relief was soon replaced by guilt and by fear. “sweetie, I-” she held her hand out to halt whatever he was about to say. “I don’t want to hear your excuses Daichi, I want to know why...I want to know why you would throw four years of our lives together away Daichi?” she mumbled, hands folded in front of her. “I didn’t...I don’t really know how it h-” he started, trying to find the words. Behind him Michimiya spoke. “We didn’t mean to fall in love with eac-” before she could finish Yachi had her fist cocked back and launched before anyone could stop her. With a cry Michimiya pressed her hands to her nose, tears streaming as blood gushed out. “No one fucking asked you to speak, this is partially your fucking fault.” Yachi screamed shaking the numbness out of her fingers.
“Y/N I’m so sorry. Honestly, I don’t know how it happened, and I didn’t mean for it to happen. It was a mi-” she shook her head, tears pooling at the ends of her eyelashes. “A mistake is a one time thing Daichi...this wasn’t a one time thing...I hope you’re happy with the choices you made, because I don’t ever want anything to do with you again.” she murmured, turning towards the exit. “I’m goign to head to the station, if you could grab food to go; we can go to my house and eat there.” she murmured making her way outside. As she stepped out of the shop she heard someone yell behind her. Turning towards the sound she saw a familiar head of crazy hair and broke into sobbed as she ran towards him barreling him over; her fast in his chest. “It’s alright Kitten, I’m here now.” Kuroo murmered. Behind him the Seijoh boys came running. Oikawa and Makki pulled Y/N with them, as Issei, Iwa and Kuroo made their way to the ramen shop. The boys had business to take care of.
-Y/N and Kuroo have been best friends for most their lives. When his parents died he had to move to Tokyo to live with is grandparents; but they never lost touch and visit every weekend. (For the sake of the story both places aren’t super far).
-Daichi and Y/N met in middle school and started dating the beginning of their second year. Their third year of high school would have been 5 years together. 
-Y/N has always loved taking photos. She takes photos of the players and at training camps. She’s friendly and outgoing so everyone in the volleyball circles know her. The Seijoh boys look out for Y/N since she sometimes takes photos of their practice and regular matches.
-It is in fact confirmed that Daichi got his ass beat, by Kuroo, Iwa, and Issei. Oikawa, Makki, the rest of the third years and the first year babies took Y/N home and spent the rest of the night trying to cheer her up. Kuroo took Y/N to Tokyo for the weekend to get her away from Daichi.
-That following Monday, when Ukai found out, Daichi was demoted and benched. Y/N was like a daughter to him, and you really shouldn’t underestimate the power she holds over literally anyone who meets her ;)
In conclusion: Daichi is trash LMAO.
@dabilove27​ @amberisnotcrazy​ @elianetsantana​ @cloudyxlay 
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seasonsofeverlark · 3 years
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Pumpkin Pie and Cheese Buns
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Author: @evestedic​
Prompt: Hard working coming home for thanksgiving. Stops at the store on the way to pick up the dessert she didn’t bother to make no one will notice anyway and runs into their ex lover. Tries to leave fast but has to take the walk of shame back to grab the cranberries too. Arrives home not just with the cranberries and pie…  [submitted by anonymous]
Rating: T
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“God damn it!” Katniss was not happy. 
It was Thanksgiving, which meant she was being forced to spend time with people she didn’t even know.
Why?
Because they’re family, Katniss.
She could hear her Aunt Martha’s voice. 
Why should she care that her cousin was getting married?
Or that her nephew had gotten into college? 
Or that her godfather was slipping her a 20 buck bill while winking an eye at her? 
She wasn’t a total bitch, so she bore with it, but this was people she saw one fucking time per year! 
If it wasn’t for Thanksgiving, she was sure she wouldn’t see them again as they never even called. Nor did she.
But, be that as it may, Prim loved big gatherings and the attention; she was, after all, quite cheerful. Her father also bore with it, although better than her. 
However, who knew? This year her mother was coming with her new boyfriend. 
Ugh, puke… 
And that was why she was there, November the 26th, coming back from work and on her way to Aunt’s Martha’s house. 
Katniss was not happy. 
She had already left the store not five minutes ago, but something kept nagging at the back of her head while she accommodated the bags in the back of her car. 
Of course, being who she was, she had forgotten dessert. The pumpkin pie with maple whipped cream. Sighing and fuming, she went back to the absolute chaos of the aisles. If she arrived at her aunt’s without dessert…well, she would rather face a biblical plague. 
After perusing the dessert stand and seeing everything was completely wiped out‒not even crumbs were left‒she gave up and thought about getting some canned peaches and cherries.  That’s when she heard it…   
“Is that you, Katniss?” 
That voice. 
She had loved it at one point. Now, it was just nails on a chalkboard. 
Turning around, she set her eyes on a huge blonde guy; he had a perfect gym advertisement body, a smirk on his face, and his arm around a blonde girl with the same perfect gym advertisement body. 
“Cato.” 
“Buying for Thanksgiving?”
“No, just came because I was craving some peaches.” 
“Oh.”
Seriously? It was the most direct sarcastic answer ever, and he had actually believed her? 
Katniss rolled her eyes and was about to turn around when the Barbie clone spoke. 
“Is this the one, babe?”
“Yes, baby, that’s her.”
“Oh, I thought she’d be…I don’t know, prettier?”
“She never wanted to put in the effort, baby.”
“She is standing right here. And if working out turns you dumb, I’m glad I didn’t do it.” 
Katniss had gone out with Cato for two years when they were nineteen. Back then, he had been a kind guy, funny and perhaps a bit silly, but very nice, normal. He had asked her out after a college party, and she accepted; the rest was history. 
However, after one year of being together, he began frequenting the campus gym and suddenly started to change. All he could talk about were diets, exercise, and protein. Katniss was all in for a healthier life; hell, she knew if she kept on eating Greasy Sae’s food every other night, she was going to clog her arteries by the time she was 35, but Cato was relentless. He got rid of all of her comfort food and she had been forbidden to eat chicken and meat ever again. Only turkey and fish were allowed, vegetables, no dairy or eggs, no sugar! She was going crazy; Katniss had reached the obscene point of hiding in the bathroom to eat a Snickers bar, only to quickly brush her teeth and rinse with Listerine at least thrice so that her boyfriend wouldn’t taste any trace of chocolate when he kissed her. It was that night when she knew she couldn’t do it anymore. She no longer recognized the guy she had agreed to date or herself, for that matter. So, Katniss decided to end it right then and there. She skipped her next class and went to their dorm only to find him banging the very same Barbie girl who was in front of her in the canned aisle right now. 
Quickest breakup ever. 
He had said it was her fault for not ‘putting in the effort,’ and she hated him for it. 
“Jealousy doesn’t fit you, Katniss. Well,” Cato gave her a once-over, “I doubt anything does. Have you gained weight?” 
“If I have, that wouldn’t be any of your fucking business. What are you doing here? Came to buy something for dinner? I think there’s a celery and mineral water pack on sale.” 
“Still salty because I chose someone better?” Cato shamelessly licked the girl’s ear, making her giggle in an obnoxious way that made Katniss want to gag. 
She didn’t have to stand here and watch this; she-
Was that a hand on her waist?
“Hey, sorry I took so long. I literally had to wrestle this from an old lady.” 
That voice. 
Peeta Mellark was holding onto her waist and smiling that charming smile that could probably tame a wild animal, while proudly presenting a ham to her.
“Um…” Eloquent as always. 
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know you were with friends.” 
“Yeah, no…Not my friends.” 
“Aren’t you the baker guy? You’re slumming it with the bakery employee?” Cato laughed while Barbie‒Katniss really couldn’t care less about her actual name‒looked at Peeta appreciatively. 
“I haven’t introduced myself,” Peeta said, extending his right hand but not letting Katniss’ waist go. Cato immediately took it, flexing his bicep as he did so, but his expression faltered when he shook Peeta’s hand. “Peeta Mellark, owner of ‘The Cake Lair’. Have you guys ever been?” 
Katniss was confused. 
It wasn’t as if she and Peeta were actually friends. They had talked, yes. She simply loved the pastries he sold, and because of how she had raved about his cheese buns, well…the double entendre put her in an uncomfortable position, but he had only laughed and thanked her for the compliment, as he had, in fact, baked those himself. 
Peeta always made sure to set aside at least two cheese buns for her prior to the end of the day. 
And okay, yeah, they had exchanged numbers and texted from time to time, but nothing deep. It was always things about the weather, the cheese buns, or how Prim was. Did that qualify as being friends? 
Katniss was awful at being a good friend, hence why she only had two: Gale and Madge. Her sister and father didn’t count; they were family. 
Shaking her head, she returned to the present to find that arm still around her and Cato’s face getting red. 
“Just let go, dude.  You’re about to pop a vein.” Peeta chuckled. 
Katniss directed her gaze at their hands; she could see they were both squeezing the hell out of each other. Cato probably thought he could scare Peeta off with his muscles, but he clearly hadn’t seen Peeta shirtless on a hot day, hauling 100-pound flour sacks onto his back as if they were light cargo. Peeta was strong, like ‘I could iron clothes on your stomach’ fit; he just didn’t flaunt it, and Katniss appreciated that.
Cato huffed and let go, and Peeta smiled once more and winked at Barbie, who was giggling like an idiot. 
“So, we should be going soon if we want to make it, Katniss. You know how Aunt Martha gets if we don’t get the groceries in time for her.” 
So yeah, she had told him about her hellish weekend to come last week, but Katniss didn’t think he would remember. 
With his hand still on her waist and her still not shrugging it off, they made to pass Cato and his doll, but, of course, the bodybuilder felt the need to use the sole neuron in his brain. 
“You know you’re just a replacement, right? I mean, she went and looked for the next guy that kinda looked like me because she clearly can’t forget me.” 
Tuck your thumb over your middle finger to make a proper fist. If you wrap your fingers around your thumb, you’re likely going to break it. 
Her father’s words and the boxing lessons came back in a flash, and before Peeta could hold her back, Katniss pivoted on her left foot, momentum aiding her, and connected her first with Cato’s jaw. She wasn’t an expert boxer or anything of the sort; she just liked the exercise, and she was strong. But Katniss must have been lucky enough to hit the sweet spot because Cato dropped to the aisle floor, unconscious. 
“Babe!” Barbie girl screeched, and suddenly, two more gorilla-looking guys were coming to her aid. 
Friends of his, no doubt. 
“Tell your boy toy, next time he wants to bully me to think twice, lest he finds himself beaten up again by a woman,” Katniss spat at the blonde girl. 
“You did this?” A broad and tall black guy asked. He was actually pretty scary, but Katniss held her ground and managed to nod. To her surprise, he chuckled and sort of bowed to her. “He’s an ass. I bet he had it coming. We’ll take care of him.” 
“Thresh! He’s your friend…” Barbie girl actually had tears in her eyes. 
“He’s not. We’re just in the same weightlifting class. And don’t cry; he’ll come to soon. Finnick, help me bring this idiot back.” 
“You must have a mean right hook, hon,” the guy with reddish hair and perfect teeth told Katniss. 
“I do.” She jutted out her chin proudly; her dad had taught her well. 
“Nice to know you have it all sorted out. Katniss, should we go?” Peeta was pulling her a bit, and she let him, both soon finding themselves out in the parking lot, having decided to leave behind the cans and the ham. 
Once they were in front of her car, Katniss did something she rarely did. 
“I’m sorry I cost you your ham.” 
Peeta seemed surprised, but he simply smiled. “That’s okay. There are a lot of hams left, actually; I just needed an excuse to walk up to you.” 
“Why did you do that?” 
“That guy was an ass, and I know you could’ve handled it on your own, but…,” he leaned in a bit and whispered, “doesn’t it feel good to let him know you’re with someone much better now?” 
Katniss couldn’t help it, she laughed. “You’re full of yourself, Mellark!” 
“Hey! I’m a catch, I tell you. Owner of his own bakery, hard-working; I know how to cook and bake, and I’m easy on the eyes, too.” 
“Not to mention, tons and tons of humility.” 
“That, too.” He smiled, and Katniss rolled her eyes, but she really didn’t feel angry with him. She hadn’t needed his help, but he had offered it freely without expecting anything in return. “So, I guess this is where we part ways.” 
“What are your plans for tonight, Peeta?” Katniss suddenly asked, and he was surprised as well. 
“Uhhhh, not much. Bake something? Eat it while watching TV, nothing exciting.” 
“You can come to my Aunt Martha’s, if you want. Prim would love to see you, and this way I can repay your ‘act of kindness’.” 
“Really? You sure it wouldn’t bother you?” 
“If it did, I wouldn’t have asked.” 
“Sure, I’d love to.” 
“Okay, but before that, there’s something I need you to do for me.” 
“What is it?” 
“Can you drive? My right hand is killing me.” 
                                                °•. ✿ .•°
“Why couldn’t you just buy it?” Katniss whined.
“Because I actually enjoy baking. You should know this already.” Peeta chuckled as he handled the mixer. After a few more turns, it seemed everything was ready. “I just need to flour the containers now.” Peeta patted his hands on his apron and went back to the pantry. 
Katniss took her chance. 
She slowly inched her hand forward, her eyes not leaving Peeta’s back, just in case. 
Two more inches and-
“I swear, Katniss, if you’re reaching for that dough I won’t make any cheese buns for a week.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” she exclaimed, shocked. That wasn’t fair! Peeta hadn’t even turned around, but he knew what she had been about to do. 
“Try me, love.” He then approached the table again, watching a grumbling Katniss cross her arms. “You know you can’t have raw dough while pregnant.”
“That’s a stupid rule. I bet it’s invented. How did women manage centuries ago, then?” 
“Oh, I don’t know. They sometimes died intoxicated, so no biggie.” Peeta was serious now. 
“I wouldn’t die over a bit of dough…” She said it under her breath, but he heard.
Peeta sighed, and Katniss felt a pang of regret. Damn him. “Katniss, do we really have to discuss this again? It’s Thanksgiving, and I’d bet my bank account Aunt Martha would come down here and force you to go to the party if you weren’t so-” 
“Go on, finish what you were going to say.” Katniss knew she was so big she might be in need of her own postal code. 
“-tired. You’re carrying twins, and that’s not an easy feat. The only thing she asked for was the pumpkin pie with maple whipped cream.”
“Every fucking year.” 
“She indulges during the holiday.”
“Why not just get one from the bakery?”
“She wants it fresh.” 
“Why doesn’t she come down here and get it herself?”
“You really want your Aunt Martha here? Right now? Today?”
“…No.” Why did Peeta have to be so logical? 
“I know you’re crabby and your feet are probably swelling. Let me put this in the oven, and then I’ll massage them with some of that lavender cream your mother gave you.” 
“And a bath.”
“A massage and a bath, you got it.” 
Peeta, of course, fulfilled his promise and left Katniss so relaxed she fell asleep and didn’t even notice her husband had gone and come back from the Everdeen’s annual Thanksgiving gathering. 
By the time she opened her eyes, he was sitting next to her, reading a book. 
“Hey…did you all get a proper rest?” Peeta put a hand on her belly, smiling. 
“I think so, yeah; they just started moving.” 
“I can feel. Here, let me help you up.” Peeta’s strength was no joke. He could single-handedly lift her up, yes, even when she felt like a whale, and prop her on the bed so she could sit comfortably. “That okay?” 
“Yes, perfect.” 
“Happy anniversary, love.” He presented her with a huge cheese bun, making her laugh.
“Peeta, just because we fucked for the first time four years ago today, doesn’t mean it’s an anniversary.”
“For me it is! Come on, I bet you didn’t think we’d end up doing it in the bathroom that night.” 
“I seriously didn’t.”
“But here we are, and that’s all that matters.” 
Her husband really was the cheesiest person alive, but she secretly adored that part of him. 
“Shut up and let me enjoy my cheese bun.”
“Your wish is my command.” 
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Pairing - Neighbor!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader Modern AU Summary - Cleaning your apartment is never fun and you’re almost done when a freak accident brings you face to face with your neighbor and your crush, Bucky Barnes. Will you get a happy ending or will your embarrassment end things before they begin? Warnings - none, just an overabundance of fluff Word Count - 2691 Notes - “Woman” by Kesha is the number one track on my Guilty Pleasures playlist. No matter what mood I’m in or what crap I have waded through during my day this song never fails to give me back some of my spark. This fic was also my submission to @themaskedwriter a few weeks ago in case anyone is wondering why it sounds familiar!
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I buy my own things, I pay my own bills These diamond rings, my automobiles Everything I got, I bought it Boys can't buy my love, buy my love, yeah
Hell yes. Now this is what I’m talking about. You asked Alexa to pump the volume up to eleven and grooved your way across the kitchen floor. Cleaning might be the worst ever but the right playlist can make all the difference. Peeling off the ratty tee you’d been cleaning in all morning you wiped the sweat from your face and chest and tossed it into your laundry basket. This left you in a cute and comfy bralette and your favorite boyshorts, showing way more skin than you’re used to but hey, this is your apartment! Your safe space, and you loved the way you felt in these clothes (even if no one would ever appreciate the view but yourself). 
I do what I want, say what you say I work real hard every day
You attacked the last chore on your to-do list with renewed energy, swishing the mop back and forth to the music. Hips moving to the beat you really let loose, belting out the lyrics with an enthusiasm you’d never dare show in public. 
I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don't need a man to be holding me too tight I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, that's right I'm just having fun with my ladies here tonight I'm a motherf*cker
Little did you know you weren’t as alone as you thought….
Bucky could hear the bass thumping before the elevator door even opened. Ah, must be cleaning day. He smiled to himself as he passed your apartment door, fumbling around his grocery bags for his keys. When he finally got his door open he nearly tripped over a package he hadn’t seen leaning against his door. Setting down his bags he bent to retrieve it, laughing softly at the sight of your name. Looks like Stan the mailman is playing Cupid again. Not that he needed a reason to pop over and see you, but the occasional “misdelivered” mail sure did make it convenient. Once his groceries were put away he changed into something more casual and checked his hair in the mirror before rolling his eyes at himself. Snap out of it Barnes, she doesn’t even see you that way. Still, it didn’t stop him from looking over his appearance one more time before heading out.
Grabbing your package he stepped back down the hall and knocked on your door. No response. The music sounded even louder than before so he knocked again, this time with a bit more force. Still nothing. He fingered the keys in his pocket, hesitating only a moment before deciding to let himself in. Not “technically” an emergency but surely you wouldn’t mind… A wave of sound nearly knocked him over as he opened your door but it was immediately worth it. The sight that greeted his eyes would be one he wouldn’t soon forget. 
The first thing he noticed was your hair, normally down and ramrod straight, now thrown up into a messy bun, flyaways and frizz sticking out every which way and framing your face like a literal halo. Beads of sweat dotted your makeup-free face, your eyes closed as you sang and swayed your way around the mop before swiping it across the floor again. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming, taking in every one of your gorgeous curves from your shoulders to your hips to your ankles and back up again, swallowing thickly as every inch of you moved to the beat with grace and confidence. Gone was the shy, blushing neighbor who was always so covered up that all he had was his imagination to fill in the blanks. This… this was something else. And it was infinitely better than anything his imagination could have come up with. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should feel guilty for seeing you like this, that you’d be absolutely mortified if you knew he was watching, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. This peek into your behind-the-scenes life was an absolute gift. Even if you ended up slapping him sideways and never spoke to him again at least he’d have this moment to haunt him (and taunt him) the rest of his days. God, how he hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
Let's drive around town in my Cadillac Girls in the front, boys in the back Loosey as a goosey and we're looking for some fun I'm a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don't need a man to be holding me too tight I'm a motherf*ck---AAAHHH!
Once second you were in your own blissful world and the next thing you knew you were flat on your back, pain shooting down your arm. Tears sprang to your eyes immediately when you moved to sit up, your left arm screaming in pain at the slightest movement. Cursing through clenched teeth you yelled for Alexa to stop the music that was now doing nothing but adding to your distress. However, silence was not what your ears were met with. Instead you heard the voice of your ridiculously hot neighbor and it was getting closer to where you were lying, partially hidden between the kitchen island and the countertop.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Are you okay?! Are you hur--”
“Bucky, STOP!” you shrieked, attempting to hide yourself even more. He cannot see me like this, he can NOT see me like this… “I-I’m fine, just slipped is all, no worries!” Your nervous laugh was interrupted by a gasp of pain you couldn’t hold back when you moved your arm without thinking. 
“Don’t be ridiculous, you are definitely hurt. Here, let me help you.” His footsteps were getting dangerously close.
“No! Bucky r-really you don’t have to--” But it was too late, you threw your right arm over your face just as you heard him step around the kitchen island. “Please… I-I don’t want you to see me like this..” you pleaded quietly.
The confusion was evident in his voice. “Like what? Hurt? Clumsy? Weak? (Y/N), this could’ve happened to anyone, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, lemme help you sit up. Where does it hurt?”
You sigh in resignation. “It’s my left arm, I-I can’t move it.” You offer him your uninjured arm but keep your eyes tightly shut as if not seeing him would prove this is all some sort of horrible dream and any minute you’d wake up. Bucky eased you into a sitting position and gently maneuvered you so you could lean against the island, your good arm gingerly cradling your injured one.
“(Y/N)...?” Unable to avoid it any longer you opened your eyes, your vision immediately filled with the very concerned and very handsome face of one too-hot-for-his-own-good Bucky Barnes.
Not a dream. Nope, he is very real. And he’s in your apartment. And you’re practically in your underwear looking a hot mess. And not the good kind. That’s when the tears really start to fall. All the pain and embarrassment become too much and you are powerless to stop it.
Bucky’s face falls as he attempts to reassure you, “Hey, hey now.. don’t cry! We’re gonna get you fixed up and you’ll be good as new, I promise. Everything’s gonna be okay...”  
At his kind words you just get more and more upset, your emotions taking over and everything you’re feeling literally exploding out of you.
“NO! No, Bucky it’s not, it is not gonna be okay! My arm hurts like hell and it’s probably broken and I really don’t have time to take off work a-and you’re here-- omg you’re here and you’re just being so perfect and so nice and looking so GOOD and here I am looking like absolute trash-- nononono I-I can’t believe you’re seeing me like this, I just-- I just can’t-- I-I--”
Taking your face in both of his hands, he pressed his forehead to yours. “(Y/N) stop... take a breath okay? Just breathe…”
You open your mouth to protest but he silences you with a gentle finger to your lips. “Ah, ah, ah… five deep breaths. Minimum. With me, now.” 
His deep voice left no room for argument and you shakily did as he said, matching your breathing with his. After a few moments you actually felt better and offered him a small smile. “Th-thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here...”
He shuffled over and sat next to you, his knee nudging yours. “Well I hope you would have called me. I know that’s what I would have done.”
“Yeah,” you laughed nervously before you paused and narrowed your eyes at him. “Wait… you’re here. In my apartment.. Why are you here?” He was strangely silent as you began to put the pieces together, your eyes widening in realization. “Bucky... exactly how long have you been here?”
“Um…” His sheepish look immediately gave him away. “Just from like the second verse…?” 
“BUCKY?!” you screeched as you swatted at him with your good arm. “Are you KIDDING me?”
“What? I’m sorry, okay?” He flinched and ducked to avoid your onslaught. “Stan delivered a package of yours to me by mistake and I was just returning it! You didn’t answer the door when I knocked so… I let myself in..?” 
“Oh my god,” you cover your face with your free hand, “I can’t believe you saw me like that.”
“I don’t know why you’re so upset. I mean, I was really enjoying the sho--OW!” he yelped as you smacked his arm and went back to hiding behind your hand. “Seriously though, you have absolutely nothing to hide.” You peeked at him, looking for signs of insincerity. “I for one really appreciated your… assets,” he teased with a smirk and a wink.
“Stop it,” you mumbled, a blush quickly creeping across your exposed skin.
“Nope. You’re gorgeous.”
“You don’t mean that,” you respond quietly, worrying your bottom lip in the process.
“Course I do, you’re beautiful.” 
“Noooooo…” you insisted, shaking your head in protest.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek and gently turning you to face him. He waits until your gaze flickers up to meet his, those impossibly blue eyes so bright and so kind that you almost forget to breathe. “I want you to listen to me.  And I need you to really, really hear me.” You slowly nod your head, his face so close you can’t miss the slight upturn of his smile when your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “You are undeniably, completely, take-my-breath-away, beautiful.” With every word he moves imperceptibly closer to you, his nose gently nudging yours, pausing just before your lips touch, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Bucky?” you whispered.
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
“What are we doing?”
“Well... I was thinking about kissing you.”
“Y-yeah?” 
“Yeah.”
You’d always thought if this moment ever came you’d be completely freaking out but instead you felt this overwhelming sense of calm, of rightness, of peace. The last bits of your hesitation and panic simply evaporated leaving nothing but you, you and Bucky, and this perfect, perfect moment...
“Okay,” you exhaled with a smile.
“Okay?” The hope in his voice was unmistakable and it absolutely warmed your heart.
“Okay.” You were ready. At least, you thought you were.
The first brush of his lips was so gentle you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it or not. But the next… the next there was no mistaking it. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t dreamed about this moment countless times but this was leaps and bounds beyond anything your fantasies could come up with. Things were quickly becoming more heated as the kiss deepened and Bucky’s hand slipped from your face into your hair and down your neck until---
“Aaah!” You cried out as Bucky quickly moved his hand from your shoulder. Eyes shut tight and jaw clenched you took a deep breath through your nose as you waited for the new wave of throbbing in your arm to pass.
A curse word or five erupted from Bucky as he scrambled back, hands in the air, “(Y/N) I am so, so sorry… I can’t believe I got so carried away!  Way to ruin the moment Barnes…” he muttered under his breath.
“I’m okay Bucky, really,” he shook his head, guilt threatening to overtake him. “I wasn’t exactly thinking about my arm either, that was some kiss mister.” That got a grin out of him. “I promise, we’ll be more careful from here on out, okay?” You smiled and reached for his hand, hoping you’d done enough to ease his mind. Bucky finally gave in and looked back at you. Seeing the sincerity in your eyes helped him to quickly shake off his guilt. He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders, and went right back to taking charge. 
“Alright, enough incredibly sexy distractions.” You tried not to giggle but you couldn’t help letting it out a little. “C’mon, let’s get you to that hospital,” Bucky picked himself up and turned, reaching down to help you up into a standing position, taking extra care not to aggravate your injury.
Steadying yourself against the counter you look down at what you’re wearing and cringe, blushing again and shrinking into yourself in an effort to hide. “Ughhhh,” you groan, “I can’t go like… like this.”
“May I remind you again, you are a knockout, and no,” he stopped you before you could interrupt him, “you are not allowed to contradict me. Just take the damn compliment (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes, knowing there was no point in arguing with him and the pain in your arm certainly wasn’t getting any better. “Now how about we just work on helping you feel more comfortable so we can get you taken care of.”
You knew there was no point in arguing with him so you led the way to your bedroom hoping this wouldn’t be yet another embarrassing moment in the mountain of embarrassment that was defining your day. “Okay, but don’t judge me, my room is a mess even on cleaning day.” 
You could hear him chuckling behind you. “I’m sure it’s an adorable mess, just like you.” Shaking your head with a smile you opened your door and began to look around for something to wear.
Finding some clean, loose-fitting pajama pants and your flip flops was relatively easy, a shirt that wouldn’t cause you to further injure your arm was another problem altogether. Your frustration was mounting again just as Bucky spoke up, “Here, I have an idea.” You turned to see him slipping off his button up flannel, leaving him in a snug fitting tee. 
Helloooo there… “Oh, um, n-no Bucky I couldn’t...” but your protests were quickly dismissed with a shake of his head.
“Hush, this is the best option. Plus,” he grinned, “I’ve always wondered what my girl would look like in my clothes.” Is this guy even REAL?? Blushing anew you relented and finally fully allowed Bucky to help you out. After a few minutes of fumbling together with your clothes and trying not to jostle your injured arm you look up at him, admiring the adorably handsome concentrated look on his face as he worked on the last few buttons of your/his shirt.
“You’re so sweet to do all this, you know you really don’t have to…”
“Somebody’s gotta take care of you doll, might as well be me,” he says as he fastens the last button.
“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you teased rolling your eyes, that is until you locked gazes with him, stormy blue eyes holding something deep and wonderful within them that you’d definitely never seen before. Something that you suddenly realized you very much wanted to explore further.
“Yeah… I really am,” he murmurs before kissing your forehead sweetly and escorting you out the door.
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I wrote this so long ago it almost feels like someone else did it! I’m working on getting my writing mojo back and realized that I never posted this on my blog so hey I’d love to know your thoughts so leave me a comment and if you liked it please consider reblogging! Thanks! :)
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Clues:
This is not the first time I’ve used a song to inspire a fic, in fact I’ve done it at least three times before.
Bucky Barnes fluff is what I’m best known for as a writer, if you catch a whiff of angst in my writing just know it’ll be fixed before the end, scouts honor.
I’m one of those “old people” on Tumblr, but writing and my fandoms keep me feeling young!
Woman
Pairing - Neighbor!Bucky x PlusSize!Reader Modern AU
Summary - Cleaning your apartment is never fun and you’re almost done when a freak accident brings you face to face with your neighbor and your crush, Bucky Barnes. Will you get a happy ending or will your embarrassment end things before they begin?
Warnings - none, just an overabundance of fluff
Word Count - 2691
Notes - “Woman” by Kesha is the number one track on my Guilty Pleasures playlist. No matter what mood I’m in or what crap I have waded through during my day this song never fails to give me back some of my spark.
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I buy my own things, I pay my own bills These diamond rings, my automobiles Everything I got, I bought it Boys can’t buy my love, buy my love, yeah
Hell yes. Now this is what I’m talking about. You asked Alexa to pump the volume up to eleven and grooved your way across the kitchen floor. Cleaning might be the worst ever but the right playlist can make all the difference. Peeling off the ratty tee you’d been cleaning in all morning you wiped the sweat from your face and chest and tossed it into your laundry basket. This left you in a cute and comfy bralette and your favorite boyshorts, showing way more skin than you’re used to but hey, this is your apartment! Your safe space, and you loved the way you felt in these clothes (even if no one would ever appreciate the view but yourself).
I do what I want, say what you say I work real hard every day
You attacked the last chore on your to-do list with renewed energy, swishing the mop back and forth to the music. Hips moving to the beat you really let loose, belting out the lyrics with an enthusiasm you’d never dare show in public.
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, that’s right I’m just having fun with my ladies here tonight I’m a motherf*cker
Little did you know you weren’t as alone as you thought….
———-
Bucky could hear the bass thumping before the elevator door even opened. Ah, must be cleaning day. He smiled to himself as he passed your apartment door, fumbling around his grocery bags for his keys. When he finally got his door open he nearly tripped over a package he hadn’t seen leaning against his door. Setting down his bags he bent to retrieve it, laughing softly at the sight of your name. Looks like Stan the mailman is playing Cupid again. Not that he needed a reason to pop over and see you, but the occasional “misdelivered” mail sure did make it convenient. Once his groceries were put away he changed into something more casual and checked his hair in the mirror before rolling his eyes at himself. Snap out of it Barnes, she doesn’t even see you that way. Still, it didn’t stop him from looking over his appearance one more time before heading out.
Grabbing your package he stepped back down the hall and knocked on your door. No response. The music sounded even louder than before so he knocked again, this time with a bit more force. Still nothing. He fingered the keys in his pocket, hesitating only a moment before deciding to let himself in. Not “technically” an emergency but surely you wouldn’t mind… A wave of sound nearly knocked him over as he opened your door but it was immediately worth it. The sight that greeted his eyes would be one he wouldn’t soon forget.
The first thing he noticed was your hair, normally down and ramrod straight, now thrown up into a messy bun, flyaways and frizz sticking out every which way and framing your face like a literal halo. Beads of sweat dotted your makeup-free face, your eyes closed as you sang and swayed your way around the mop before swiping it across the floor again. You were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t stop his eyes from roaming, taking in every one of your gorgeous curves from your shoulders to your hips to your ankles and back up again, swallowing thickly as every inch of you moved to the beat with grace and confidence. Gone was the shy, blushing neighbor who was always so covered up that all he had was his imagination to fill in the blanks. This… this was something else. And it was infinitely better than anything his imagination could have come up with. Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he should feel guilty for seeing you like this, that you’d be absolutely mortified if you knew he was watching, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care. This peek into your behind-the-scenes life was an absolute gift. Even if you ended up slapping him sideways and never spoke to him again at least he’d have this moment to haunt him (and taunt him) the rest of his days. God, how he hoped that wouldn’t be the case.
———-
Let’s drive around town in my Cadillac Girls in the front, boys in the back Loosey as a goosey and we’re looking for some fun
I’m a motherf*cking woman, baby, alright I don’t need a man to be holding me too tight I’m a motherf*ck—AAAHHH!
Once second you were in your own blissful world and the next thing you knew you were flat on your back, pain shooting down your arm. Tears sprang to your eyes immediately when you moved to sit up, your left arm screaming in pain at the slightest movement. Cursing through clenched teeth you yelled for Alexa to stop the music that was now doing nothing but adding to your distress. However, silence was not what your ears were met with. Instead you heard the voice of your ridiculously hot neighbor and it was getting closer to where you were lying, partially hidden between the kitchen island and the countertop.
“(Y/N)? (Y/N)! Are you okay?! Are you hur–”
“Bucky, STOP!” you shrieked, attempting to hide yourself even more. He cannot see me like this, he can NOT see me like this… “I-I’m fine, just slipped is all, no worries!” Your nervous laugh was interrupted by a gasp of pain you couldn’t hold back when you moved your arm without thinking.
“Don’t be ridiculous, you are definitely hurt. Here, let me help you.” His footsteps were getting dangerously close.
“No! Bucky r-really you don’t have to–” But it was too late, you threw your right arm over your face just as you heard him step around the kitchen island. “Please… I-I don’t want you to see me like this..” you pleaded quietly.
The confusion was evident in his voice. “Like what? Hurt? Clumsy? Weak? (Y/N), this could’ve happened to anyone, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. Now, lemme help you sit up. Where does it hurt?”
You sigh in resignation. “It’s my left arm, I-I can’t move it.” You offer him your uninjured arm but keep your eyes tightly shut as if not seeing him would prove this is all some sort of horrible dream and any minute you’d wake up. Bucky eased you into a sitting position and gently maneuvered you so you could lean against the island, your good arm gingerly cradling your injured one.
“(Y/N)…?” Unable to avoid it any longer you opened your eyes, your vision immediately filled with the very concerned and very handsome face of one too-hot-for-his-own-good Bucky Barnes.
Not a dream. Nope, he is very real. And he’s in your apartment. And you’re practically in your underwear looking a hot mess. And not the good kind. That’s when the tears really start to fall. All the pain and embarrassment become too much and you are powerless to stop it.
Bucky’s face falls as he attempts to reassure you, “Hey, hey now.. don’t cry! We’re gonna get you fixed up and you’ll be good as new, I promise. Everything’s gonna be okay…”  
At his kind words you just get more and more upset, your emotions taking over and everything you’re feeling literally exploding out of you.
“NO! No, Bucky it’s not, it is not gonna be okay! My arm hurts like hell and it’s probably broken and I really don’t have time to take off work a-and you’re here– omg you’re here and you’re just being so perfect and so nice and looking so GOOD and here I am looking like absolute trash– nononono I-I can’t believe you’re seeing me like this, I just– I just can’t– I-I–”
Taking your face in both of his hands, he pressed his forehead to yours. “(Y/N) stop… take a breath okay? Just breathe…”
You open your mouth to protest but he silences you with a gentle finger to your lips. “Ah, ah, ah… five deep breaths. Minimum. With me, now.”
His deep voice left no room for argument and you shakily did as he said, matching your breathing with his. After a few moments you actually felt better and offered him a small smile. “Th-thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t been here…”
He shuffled over and sat next to you, his knee nudging yours. “Well I hope you would have called me. I know that’s what I would have done.”
“Yeah,” you laughed nervously before you paused and narrowed your eyes at him. “Wait… you’re here. In my apartment.. Why are you here?” He was strangely silent as you began to put the pieces together, your eyes widening in realization. “Bucky… exactly how long have you been here?”
“Um…” His sheepish look immediately gave him away. “Just from like the second verse…?”
“BUCKY?!” you screeched as you swatted at him with your good arm. “Are you KIDDING me?”
“What? I’m sorry, okay?” He flinched and ducked to avoid your onslaught. “Stan delivered a package of yours to me by mistake and I was just returning it! You didn’t answer the door when I knocked so… I let myself in..?”
“Oh my god,” you cover your face with your free hand, “I can’t believe you saw me like that.”
“I don’t know why you’re so upset. I mean, I was really enjoying the sho–OW!” he yelped as you smacked his arm and went back to hiding behind your hand. “Seriously though, you have absolutely nothing to hide.” You peeked at him, looking for signs of insincerity. “I for one really appreciated your… assets,” he teased with a smirk and a wink.
“Stop it,” you mumbled, a blush quickly creeping across your exposed skin.
“Nope. You’re gorgeous.
“You don’t mean that,” you respond quietly, worrying your bottom lip in the process.
“Course I do, you’re beautiful.”
“Noooooo…” you insisted, shaking your head in protest.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, cupping your cheek and gently turning you to face him. He waits until your gaze flickers up to meet his, those impossibly blue eyes so bright and so kind that you almost forget to breathe. “I want you to listen to me.  And I need you to really, really hear me.” You slowly nod your head, his face so close you can’t miss the slight upturn of his smile when your tongue darts out to wet your lips. “You are undeniably, completely, take-my-breath-away, beautiful.” With every word he moves imperceptibly closer to you, his nose gently nudging yours, pausing just before your lips touch, your eyes fluttering shut.
“Bucky?” you whispered.
“Yeah?” he whispered back.
“What are we doing?”
“Well… I was thinking about kissing you.”
“Y-yeah?”
“Yeah.”
You’d always thought if this moment ever came you’d be completely freaking out but instead you felt this overwhelming sense of calm, of rightness, of peace. The last bits of your hesitation and panic simply evaporated leaving nothing but you, you and Bucky, and this perfect, perfect moment…
“Okay,” you exhaled with a smile.
“Okay?” The hope in his voice was unmistakable and it absolutely warmed your heart.
“Okay.” You were ready. At least, you thought you were.
The first brush of his lips was so gentle you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it or not. But the next… the next there was no mistaking it. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t dreamed about this moment countless times but this was leaps and bounds beyond anything your fantasies could come up with. Things were quickly becoming more heated as the kiss deepened and Bucky’s hand slipped from your face into your hair and down your neck until—
“Aaah!” You cried out as Bucky quickly moved his hand from your shoulder. Eyes shut tight and jaw clenched you took a deep breath through your nose as you waited for the new wave of throbbing in your arm to pass.
A curse word or five erupted from Bucky as he scrambled back, hands in the air, “(Y/N) I am so, so sorry… I can’t believe I got so carried away!  Way to ruin the moment Barnes…” he muttered under his breath.
“I’m okay Bucky, really,” he shook his head, guilt threatening to overtake him. “I wasn’t exactly thinking about my arm either, that was some kiss mister.” That got a grin out of him. “I promise, we’ll be more careful from here on out, okay?” You smiled and reached for his hand, hoping you’d done enough to ease his mind. Bucky finally gave in and looked back at you. Seeing the sincerity in your eyes helped him to quickly shake off his guilt. He cleared his throat, straightened his shoulders, and went right back to taking charge.
“Alright, enough incredibly sexy distractions.” You tried not to giggle but you couldn’t help letting it out a little. “C’mon, let’s get you to that hospital,” Bucky picked himself up and turned, reaching down to help you up into a standing position, taking extra care not to aggravate your injury.
Steadying yourself against the counter you look down at what you’re wearing and cringe, blushing again and shrinking into yourself in an effort to hide. “Ughhhh,” you groan, “I can’t go like… like this.”
“May I remind you again, you are a knockout, and no,” he stopped you before you could interrupt him, “you are not allowed to contradict me. Just take the damn compliment (Y/N).” You rolled your eyes, knowing there was no point in arguing with him and the pain in your arm certainly wasn’t getting any better. “Now how about we just work on helping you feel more comfortable so we can get you taken care of.”
You knew there was no point in arguing with him so you led the way to your bedroom hoping this wouldn’t be yet another embarrassing moment in the mountain of embarrassment that was defining your day. “Okay, but don’t judge me, my room is a mess even on cleaning day.”
You could hear him chuckling behind you. “I’m sure it’s an adorable mess, just like you.” Shaking your head with a smile you opened your door and began to look around for something to wear.
Finding some clean, loose-fitting pajama pants and your flip flops was relatively easy, a shirt that wouldn’t cause you to further injure your arm was another problem altogether. Your frustration was mounting again just as Bucky spoke up, “Here, I have an idea.” You turned to see him slipping off his button up flannel, leaving him in a snug fitting tee.
Helloooo there… “Oh, um, n-no Bucky I couldn’t…” but your protests were quickly dismissed with a shake of his head.
“Hush, this is the best option. Plus,” he grinned, “I’ve always wondered what my girl would look like in my clothes.” Is this guy even REAL?? Blushing anew you relented and finally fully allowed Bucky to help you out. After a few minutes of fumbling together with your clothes and trying not to jostle your injured arm you look up at him, admiring the adorably handsome concentrated look on his face as he worked on the last few buttons of your/his shirt.
“You’re so sweet to do all this, you know you really don’t have to…”
“Somebody’s gotta take care of you doll, might as well be me,” he says as he fastens the last button.
“You’re lucky I like you so much,” you teased rolling your eyes, that is until you locked gazes with him, stormy blue eyes holding something deep and wonderful within them that you’d definitely never seen before. Something that you suddenly realized you very much wanted to explore further.
“Yeah… I really am,” he murmurs before kissing your forehead sweetly and escorting you out the door.
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peniabeset · 6 years
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Still your baby boy
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Bucky Barnes x trans reader.
(Warnings- mild gender dysphoria, fear of rejection and implied sex.)
You and Bucky have been in a relationship for a little over six months and he still doesn't know that you're transgender. He respects you when you say you're not ready to have sex with him, he's fine with that, not even questioning it. 
That is until Natasha slips up and almost outs you.
The bed frame creaks as the weight of a body shifts behind you. Arms wrap around your middle, one is warm flesh, the other lukewarm metal that hums softly against your ribs. 
There's soft light filtering through the tinted windows of the Avengers tower, giving the room an almost glowing feeling. Your chest swells with warmth when he pulls you closer to his chest, skin and more metal pressing into your back.
You role over to look at the person who's arms they belonged to, metal plates shifted against your skin- leaving goosebumps in its wake as they lifted their arm up so you could shift easier to face them. His eyes are closed, his breathing coming slow and steady. His shoulder length brown hair is fanned across half of your pillow that his head is buried in. 
If there was anyone else that saw him like this they would think that he was fast asleep. You knew better though as you reached a hand up to rest against his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his stubble. His lip twitched upwards, pulling you closer into him. "'Morning, sunshine," He mumbles. His voice was always gravelly in the morning. 
It was 7:30. You knew because the windows were on a timer so that they would no longer be tinted. The new light that was slowly being let in lit up his face, letting you admire all of the little flaws in his face. You could see every little scar, freckle- today there were two small pimples on the left side of his face. He opened his eyes to look at you, blinking a few times to adjust to the light.
"You're so pretty," You say to him, making him roll his eyes. He leans forward to kiss you on your nose.
"And so are you, baby boy," He replies when he pulls away, plopping his head back down on the pillow, mused hair fanning out, some of the strands falling onto his face. You moved the strands out of his eyes, tucking them behind his ear. "I need a haircut," He huffed when the strands fell back into his face. 
You shake your head, biting your lip, trying not to smile. "I like it like this though," You state while running your fingers through his bed head.
"You just want to be able to braid my hair and put it up into," He removes his metal hand from under the blanket to make quotation marks, ""Man buns.""
"Not true." A smile creeps onto his face as he sits up, blanket slipping off and pooling on you and his lap. He's wearing boxer shorts, same as you. His are light blue and yours are grey. 
Bucky stretches his arms over his head, you can hear the gears and plates shifting over his yawn. When he looks back down at you he notices that your nose is crinkled. "What?" 
"I can smell your breath all the way down here." You didn't actually smell anything, but you still pretended to gag as he swooped down to catch your lips with his- effectively shutting you up. It was nothing more than lingering peck on the lips. His hand had slips back under the blanket to rest on your lower stomach, sending chills up your back. "Alright, go make yourself some coffee or something," Say as you role back over and stealing the rest of the blanket. You close your eyes just as you feel the bed shift and he's nuzzling his nose against your neck.
"Aren't you coming down with me?" There was something more in what he was asking. It didn't sound like he was upset and he definitely didn't wake up from any sort of nightmare or episode. You shake your head no and he hums in response.
He's okay. He's good for right now.
"Someone's in the kitchen already," He lets you know as he stands to get clothes on. Other people made him nervous most of the time.
You crack an eye open to watch his backside as he leaves. He's wearing baggy sweats and a white tank top. He grabs one of the key cards that are on a hardwood desk that's by the front door before opening it, he pauses, "Stop ogling my ass." You can't help the smirk that spreads across your face, snuggling back into the bed as the door shuts.
Bucky made his way down the hall, sure steps carrying him to the kitchen where Natasha sat perched on one of the bar stools at the island counter. She was tapping away at her phone while sipping something steaming in a white mug that said 'Yeet' in cursive on the side; most likely one of Parker's mugs that had sayings on them that made little to no sense.
"Morning," She said when she finished swallowing her mouth full of liquid. He can smell that it's coffee- it has a slight milky sweetness to it. French vanilla maybe?
"Morning," He replies as he moves around her to grab a cup of his own from the cupboard. He grabs the first mug that his hand makes contact with and takes it out. It's pink and white with a hello kitty face on the side; Bucky doesn't care. He's been here long enough to accept the constant nonsense that happens here. 
Bucky pours the black steaming liquid into the cup, only putting a spoonful of sugar in and nothing else before he's leaning his back against the sink. He looks up from his cup just as he's about to take a sip, only to make direct eye contact with Natasha.
"That's Wade's cup," She states. Bucky shrugs, taking a gulp anyway, not even wincing when it burns his mouth and the back of his throat. 
"He hasn't been here in two weeks. He's too busy bothering Peter on his patrols. I doubt he's going to notice." Natasha tilts her mug back so she can get the last of her coffee, almost like she's doing a shot, Bucky notes. She sets it down on the marble countertop with a soft clink.
"See," She starts, "That's what Tony said that one time a few months back. Somehow Wilson had found out and showed up while he was sleeping and woke him up saying, 'You drank out of my mug which has had my mouth on it. So technically that means we've kissed'." 
"I remember that," Bucky replied. "Tony barely slept for almost three weeks," He chuckles, looking down at the mug, swirling the contents briefly and then taking another drink. 
"By Wade's standards, now you and Tony have kissed him," She laughs. Bucky just rolls his eyes, finishing off his coffee, taking her cup away from her and setting both glasses in the sink to be washed later.
"I've literally shared my cup with ten different guys when I was in the military without washing it for days," He replies, snorting when Natasha makes a disgusted face. Her face shifts then, putting her phone down on the counter.
"Speaking of kissing people. How are you and (y/n) doing?" She gestures to his hair, "I noticed you've got quite the bed head," She states. Bucky pulls up a stool so he could sit across from her.
"Everything's really good," He leans forward so he can rest his elbows on the table, intertwining his fingers. "Why?" She shrugs, copying his movements.
"I don't know. No offense, but you've always seemed like a ladies man." Bucky's eyebrow twitched up in annoyance at her comment. "Oh come on, Bucky you know what I mean. Steve told me that he's never once seen you go after a guy." Bucky let out a lighthearted laugh before responding.
"Yeah, well things were a lot different in my day. Someone catches you with a guy you're royally fucked."
"Have you ever been with one? Like physically?"
"I honestly don't remember," He shrugs. Natasha looks at him confused.
"Not even with (y/n)..?" Bucky furrows his brows and shakes his head hesitantly. "Seriously? Bucky Barnes, the guy who got tail almost every night back in the day hasn't banged his boyfriend yet?" Bucky frowns at her response.
"No? Last time I checked there wasn't a specific timeframe that you're supposed fuck your significant other," He snaps defensively. He could feel his fight or slight response kicking in, and it was screaming at him to do the former.
Natasha brought her hand up, "Bucky I didn't mean it that way. You need to calm down. It was just a joke," She said in a soothing voice. "But seriously. I've seen the way you look at each other. He's clearly head over heels for you and half the time you look like you're about to pounce on the guy."
Bucky didn't think it was that obvious. At least he tried for it not to be. 
"He doesn't want to," Bucky admits quietly after a moment, shifting his gaze down to his hands. Something shifts in her face, almost like she's taking pity on him.
"Do you want to?" She asks after a moment. Bucky shrugs, shrinking into himself more. "Have you talked to him about it?" 
"Briefly. He said he's okay and that I don't need to give him anything in return and I’m okay with that-”
"So he's done stuff to you," She interjects. Bucky's nose twitches with annoyance from her cutting him off. "But doesn't let you do stuff to him-" She does that thing with her face again when she realizes what's going on. "Oh. Oh. You don't know, do you?" 
"I don't know what?" He asks her, completely and utterly confused. She's getting up now from the counter simultaneously grabbing her phone and stuffing it into the pocket of her sweats.
"This something you should be discussing with him." Bucky gets up from his seat, stool screeching against the floor, making Natasha cringe.
"You didn't seem to have a problem talking about my sex life thirty seconds ago, why does it matter now? What don't I-" Bucky could sense two figures approaching them coming from the south hall. His automatic response being to shut his mouth with enough force for it to make an audible noise just as Sam and Clint walked into the room.
"What's all the noise this early in the damn mornin'?" Clint asks looking accusingly at them. "I'm deaf and I can still hear you two bastards squawking."
"Heard something about Bucky's sex life," Sam whispered into Clint's ear. Clint tapped to his ear as Sam pulls away.
"Too early for hearing aids, my dude," Clint laughs. 
"Shit, sorry, I'll tell you later," Sam replies.
Bucky takes that as his cue to go back to your room. He slips away almost unnoticed by the others, Nat only sending him a quick glance.
You're fully awake when Bucky finally comes back. He slides the keycard into the lock, light turning green and slips in. You look up from your phone as he's closing the door behind himself.
"'Morning, Sergeant. Barnes," You salute. He smiles at what you'd said, setting the card back where you two kept them on the table. He's walking towards the bed- something is wrong. You can tell by the way he's walking. He's always carried himself differently when he was upset. "What's wrong?" You ask, sitting up straighter and putting your phone down on the bed.
He doesn't respond at first, just climbing into bed and smashing his face into the pillow on his side of the bed. When he finally does respond it's muffled by the stuffing. 
"Bucky I can't understand you with your face smashed in that pillow." You move over so you're closer to him and set your hand on his bare shoulder. "You can talk to me, baby." 
He rolls over onto his side so he can look at you. He takes in your appearance- how your hair is sticking up in all sorts of directions, lightly tanned skin that has freckles here and there. "Natasha and I were talking in the kitchen."
"Okay. What were you two talking about?" You grow even more concerned when he swallows thickly before he responds.
"You- well, actually us." He sits up fully as soon as he hears your breath hitch. "It wasn't anything bad- at least I don't think so," He blurts out. "I went into the kitchen and she was drinking coffee, and then I got coffee, and then she made a comment about I had bad bed head, and then started asking about why we haven't had sex yet? Then she didn't realize that I didn't know something and told me to talk to you about it-" You cut him off by slapping your hand over his mouth.
"You're mouth vomiting again, dear," You smile, soothing your hand through his hair. Bucky mumbles out an apology, leaning into your hand.
You knew this conversation would have come up at some point. You didn't even know how to approach the subject, so maybe Natasha being nosy was a blessing? Maybe. You inhaled deeply, taking Bucky's hand into your own. "I'm not really sure how to explain this," You admit nervously. He just smiles at you and kisses the palm of your hand.
"Just do your best. I may be old, but I catch on quick." That earned a laugh from you, helping ease your current anxiety. 
"I'm... Trans," You say slowly. The words sounded strange, almost wrong coming out of your mouth. You didn't like thinking about it, let alone saying it. His face went completely blank for a split second, and then you swear you saw a dozen different emotions cross his face, the last being confusion. 
"Oh." Your heart sank at his response. "Oh,"  He repeats, sitting up all the way, your hand falling to rest on his thigh. Bucky grabs your face with both of his hands and smashes his mouth against yours, speaking in between kisses. "I- love- you-" He pulls you onto his lap, making you yelp, "So fucking much," He finishes. "(y/n), why didn't you tell me?" 
"I didn't want you to think differently off me," You say as you bring your hands up to rest on the nape of his neck as his hands fall to your hips. He leans into get another kiss, smiling when he pulls away.
"I could never," He starts. "This is why you never let me touch you," He realizes. You laugh, rubbing your thumbs against his jawline. 
"Yes, Bucky." He looks down you chest then, you can tell that he wants to ask questions. He'd never asked about the thin light scars on your chest that were only really visible in certain light or cooler temperatures that made them turn a light purple. Probably due to the fact that he didn't like talking about his own scars that were on his chest where metal met skin. "You can ask. It's okay." He swallows, nodding. 
You reach down to take his metal hand into your own and placing it against your chest the tips of his pointer and middle finger resting directly over one of the scars, the cool humming from his arm giving you goosebumps. "Double mastectomy?" He asks as he bring his other arm up to run over the other white line. 
"Mhm." He runs his hands up and down your sides a few times before bring them up to feel your neck and face, turning your head slightly this way and that. "What are you doing," You giggle when he scratches behind your left ear.
"I'm just amazed on how far we've come from how it used to be. Here I am sitting in bed with the most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on in my lap. If this was seventy years ago-"
"It's not like that anymore. We're safe," You remind him. He's always so concerned, always asking to make sure you're okay. God, as if you didn't love him enough already. 
"I know- I know. I just- holy shit I love you." You kiss him deeply, threading your fingers into his hair.
"I love you too."
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cheollies · 7 years
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Prince!Seungcheol
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requested by anons: combined two because they were similar: prince/royalty au + falling for another royalty s/o
im just going to say it again
Those diamond edge photos where everyone just looks princely and it’s all heaven and some ouran host club type looking outfits
basically every girl in the entire city is saving themselves to be with him
he doesn’t wear the full out prince suit with tons of bedazzles on it all the time, instead he saves it for special occasions like formal meetings
but he also doesn’t go out dressed in sweatpants and jeans, oh no, he’s a prince, he prides himself on looking nice for his citizens
so he’s usually in a really nice suit, it’s made of the finest material and cost more than five businesses combined
is the oldest prince of all the thirteen neighboring kingdoms
so he’s most likely going to snag the crown before everyone else and everyone is just groaning because Seungcheol keeps saying that they’re all going to have to call him ‘King Seungcheol’ soon
his kingdom sits on the edge of the map but it borders three kingdoms: Jihoon’s, Joshua’s, and Jeonghan’s
therefore it’s not uncommon for him to randomly appear in Jihoon’s room at midnight reading a comic he picked up on the way by going through Joshua’s kingdom
Whenever he’s out and about, he walks confidently with the widest grin on his face as all the girls swoon over his handsome looks, and he does that thing where he winks at the women who then screech while covering their faces and his knights are literally rolling their eyes like ‘what a cocky prince’
Works very dutifully, does everything his father says and listens carefully, he doesn’t want to ruin his father’s reputation and damage the family name
but since his father is still king, Seungcheol’s left to study the map and all the economics and well he usually ends up dozing in class since he basically knows everything about the kingdom inside and out
gets bored, so he visits the other princes
and all the other kings and queen dote on him so much because he’s the oldest and they’re all pinching his cheeks like ‘oh i remember when you were just a baby, you went around getting everyone to call you king seungcheol’
because he’s the oldest, he gets a lot of pressure about being a ‘good and fair king’
is one of the princes that is most often in the group chat
Seungcheol: i’m bored
Jihoon: aren’t you supposed to be working
Seungcheol: my dad says i can’t touch anything
Jihoon: what a wonderful king you are
Sends snaps of himself awake at one in the morning eating at a fast food restaurant that’s only in Wonwoo’s kingdom whose kingdom is literally on the opposite side of the map
Doesn’t even visit Wonwoo, like he just went for the food
Sends a snap to Jihoon
‘SEUNGCHEOL ARE YOU STANDING OUTSIDE MY WINDOW! WTF’
Honestly has too much free time for a prince
met you when he was four years old, he met you with his big brown eyes looking over the crib, on his tippy toes to peek his head in because of curiosity
his eyes stare in amazement as you, a baby, wiggles around in the crib, obviously uncomfortable and your face crinkles into a frown, a cry almost slipping from your mouth when the most curious tiny finger sticks his hand into the crib
seungcheol pokes the softness of your cheek and your eyes open wide, tilting your head at the new face above you, a smile breaks out as you giggle, grasping his finger and letting out a wonderful chuckle
and Seungcheol looks at his mother who bend to the boy, whispering the words he’d keep in his heart for years
‘this is y/n, you’re going to marry her and she’s going to be your wife. Just like how your dad and I are.’
yes, he was arranged to marry you, the daughter of a tiny neighboring country next to Seungcheol’s
it was something that happened to cover disputes, your country was very small, a country that could have been easily taken over by seungcheol’s but instead, his parents used it as an opportunity for an arranged marriage
you stayed a lot at his castle, your whole life was practically spent inside the walls of the place
Ever since he met you, Seungcheol was smitten by the cuteness of your pretty braided hair, flower hair pins bouncing on your head as you jumped, a pretty dress dangling on your shoulders as you struggled to pick apples from the tree
he was the most protective over you, practically attached to your hip when you two were younger
always helping you with anything, climbing trees to reach the deliciously red apple you wanted and not even crying when he tumbled to the ground after grabbing it, he carried you over mud piles with a confident face even though you were heavy for his strength
and you, you loved the boy with dirt on his face after so stressfully trying to catch the rabbit you saw, he was your safe haven when the other princes crowded around, often clinging to the back of his shirt, when nightmares clouded your dreams you opened the door to his bed, wobbling as you used all your strength to climb into his bed where he continued to be sound asleep
and for years, you two stayed together in the castle, from childhood to awkard pre-teen phases, to adulthood
and honestly, with all the beautiful girls in the city practically falling at his feet, he still remains swooned at the way you throw your pizza at his face when he makes a wildly inappropriate remark
and honestly, as much as you hate the way he cockily knows he’s the most handsome person in the entire world, you can’t help your feelings that sway wildly when he’s pouting and asking you to help with the tie around his neck because a grown man who’s spent most of his adult life wearing suits, doesn’t know how to tie a necktie
he doesn’t do grand gestures, it’s a lot of work for him and he’s already tired from messing with the other princes and besides, Seungcheol always accidentally lets it out which ruins the surprise
so his grand gestures, the gestures that makes your heart go wild and a smile spread across his face, is when he buys pizza from Chan’s kingdom, whose kingdom borders Wonwoo so remember, it’s legit the opposite side of the map
and you know how he gets it so fast, he forces Chan over text and calls and reaching out to his parents, to go and order a pizza, bring it to his castle, and wait as Seungcheol takes a helicopter and climbs down to get the pizza and just goes home without anything else
That’s how Seungcheol gets pizza
and this isn’t just any pizza okay, it’s the best pizza you and cheol ever had, you two had this pizza when you guys were children and now it’s just become this couple food that you two have
by the time you were twenty, your room across from seungcheol’s had suddenly disappeared, all of your stuff was left lying around Seungcheol’s room, your clothes were suddenly smooshed in with Seungcheol’s and your toothbrush in his private bathroom
he teases you a lot
‘Remember when we were kids and you crawled into my bed because you dreamed Chan’s pizza place closed down’
‘s t o p’
‘you used to kiss me so much when we were kids, what happened?’
‘I will break off this marriage’
‘you were so cute back then when you would hide behind me because Jeonghan was here’
it didn’t occur to seungcheol that he’s never officially proposed to you until one night, you’re scrolling through your phone and he’s looking at you, your hair in a wild bun, a big t-shirt that almost dangles from off your shoulder, and all seungcheol says is
‘I can’t believe i’m marrying you’
and you turn because while seungcheol meant it lovingly, you took as he was teasing your appearance, so you stick out your tongue at him ‘who say’s i’m marrying you, i don’t have a ring on this finger’
‘Marry me then’ you look at him unamused but he steals your phone, gaining your attention, ‘marry me’
‘we’re already going to so give me my phone back’
Seungcheol tosses your phone aside, grabbing your hips and locking you down on the bed, ‘marry me, next week at this time.’
You’re looking at him in disbelief, ‘are you serious’
‘Let’s get married’
and it happens, one week later, with every detail of the wedding pulled out of everyone’s arse in one week to create the beautiful setting
and on that same day, the entire city joins the newlyweds as they are crowned king and queen
not two years later is it that you’re pushing and shoving the snoring Seungcheol next to you, a big kick jolts him up and he’s able to hear it
the shrill cry of the child and seungcheol sighs ‘this isn’t fair I had him last night’
‘you helped make him so you help clean him’
‘rock paper scissors?’
‘Seungcheol’
‘I’ll buy you all the pizza in Chan’s kingdom’
‘Seungcheol!’
‘fiiiine’
and so, with tired eyes of a king that worked hard during the day, he holds his son in his arms, lulling him back to sleep, and instead of setting the boy back in his crib, Seungcheol lays him next to you, sliding in the bed as the small child creates a barrier between the couple
seungcheol catches the tired smile upon your face as your hand reaches the stomach of your baby boy and he can’t help but still be swooned, because the smile may be from the lips of a grown woman, he still pictures the toothy grin of a little girl with beautiful braided hair and pretty flower pins
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boomboomboomwayhoo · 7 years
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game night ~ jonah marais
just as i finished throwing my hair up into a messy bun, my phone dinged for the second time in five minutes. i walked over to my bed and picked it up, seeing that it was jonah who had been texting me. 
jonah: baby, are you sure i should come tonight? 
jonah: i feel like i’m getting all up in your family’s business by coming and that’s the last thing i want to do :(
i rolled my eyes at how clueless jonah is to how much my family loves him. my parents love him because he makes me happy. my two little sisters love him because he plays with them all the time. and my little brother loves him because he looks up to him as a literal god. 
me: please come? it will make me so happy! pleeeeaaaseeee? 
jonah: if it’ll make you happy i’ll be there
jonah: see you in fifteen minutes, baby cakes
me: alright <3
i smiled and threw my phone back onto my bed before walking over to my closet to find an outfit to wear. i’m not trying to impress my family, nor jonahso i decided on a pair of black leggings and a black rolling stones crop top. i threw this on before walking to my dresser and shuffling through my sock drawer so my feet didn’t freeze. my feet are always cold and i have no idea why. i pulled out a set of mismatch socks because they were the first ones i saw. one had donuts and the other had cats farting rainbows. 
by this time jonah should be here any minute so i decided to head downstairs. i adjusted by messy bun before grabbing my phone off of the bed and heading downstairs. just as anticipated, the doorbell rang as soon as my foot hit the bottom of the staircase. all three siblings knew he was coming but elsie and jenny were the only ones who sprinted to the door. charlie stayed invested in his call of duty game.
backstory on my family... i have two little sisters who are five and seven. jenny is five and elsie is seven. i then have a fourteen year old brother named charlie. my mom’s name is allison and my dad’s name is david. jonah is real close to my family so he has no problem with being completely open with them.
“jonah!” jenny and elise screeched when they saw him in the doorway with two bouquets of flowers. 
“hey, baby,” he smiled, reaching over my siblings to give me one of the bouquets of flowers and to plant a kiss on my forehead, causing me to blush immensely. 
“eww!” elsie and jenny shouted, causing jonah and i to both start cracking up. jonah squatted down and picked up jenny, placing her on his hip. he winked at me as he walked past me and towards the kitchen to where my parents are.
“hey,” charlie mumbled when jonah walked past him, earning a smile from jonah in response. charlie tried to act cool but i could tell he was excited that jonah was here. they get along super well. 
 i watched him walk and smiled ear to ear. the fact that him and my family get along so well makes me fall more and more in love with him with each passing day. i followed him into the kitchen and rested my chin on his shoulder as he was talking with my mom. 
“these are for you, allison,” jonah smiled, holding out the flowers to my mom. once she took them, he swung his arm behind his back and spread his fingers, indicating me wanted me to intertwine our fingers, which i did. 
“aw, sweetie,” she awed. “they’re beautiful!” she turned to put them in a vase of water. 
“oh! could you put mine in a vase too?” i asked once i realized what she was doing. she took them from me and jonah put jenny down and she ran over to the couch along with elise to sit with charlie. 
“i missed you,” he whispered once they had all run off and nobody was paying attention to us anymore. 
“i missed you too,” i replied, leaning in and connecting our lips. i know that i saw jonah yesterday but i already missed his lips. the softness, the warmth, everything. i could kiss him forever. 
“yo, jonah!” we heard charlie call out, causing us to pull away from each other reluctantly. jonah kept his eyes on my lips for a moment before whipping his head around. 
“yeah, bud?” he asked, walking towards the couch and leading me by his hand. 
“wanna play call of duty with me?” charlie asked. 
“heck yes!” jonah exclaimed, kissing your hand then dropping it before sliding onto the couch next to your brother. you were just watching them as they got more and more into the game, completely blocking out their surroundings. 
“y/n!” elise whisper yelled. i raised my eyebrow at her as i was of asking what she wanted. “come here!” she whispered again. jenny had lost herself in her stuffed animals so i left her side, shooting one more loving glance at jonah before walking in the direction that elise did. 
“what’s up?” i asked, crossing my arms and putting all my weight onto one leg. 
“do you love jonah?” she asked suddenly. i was taken aback. jonah and i had never said those words to each other. however, we have been dating for quite a while and i have been wanting to tell him that i do love him for a few weeks. 
“i do,” i nodded. elise gasped and made a run for the living room. i tried to stop her but i couldn’t. once i got there she was already leaned over the back of the couch and whispering into jonah’s ear. when she pulled away, giggling, he looked up at me and smiled. he stood up and walked over to me and pulled me into a huge hug. 
“i love you too,” he whispered into my ear, sending chills down my spine. he kissed below my ear before pulling away. 
“monopoly or life?” my mom asked, walking into the room, holding both games in her hands. 
“monopoly,” we all mumbled before bursting into a fit of laughter. 
i want to spend the rest if my life with this boy.
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weareinterwet-blog · 7 years
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Nick Crompton x Hot Dog Man smut
⚠️THIS STORY IS 100% A JOKE⚠️
TRIGGER WARNING: If you are retarded enough to find Jake Paul or any member of Team 10 entertaining and you ACTUALLY enjoy their content, I suggest you click off right the fuck now, we don't need any triggered 12 year olds, we are triggered enough ourselves.
This story contains mature content, and mentions of rape (for like one sentence). Please do not read this if you are under the age of 11 or have not yet learned about The Birds & The Bees. We also make numerous jokes about Nick Crompton's weight.
Now with that out of the way,
Let's get on with this shit show.
HDM= Hot Dog Man
Omniscient POV
    The Team 10™ house was bustling with all the members vlogging and such. Nick Crompton sat in the office, reading an e-mail from a friend who wanted to visit. After he finished reading it, Nick got off his fat ass and waddled into the living room. There he found Jake Paul spread eagle on the couch, taking a break from his latest prank video (taxing work, honestly). Nick knew he had to ask him if the Snapchat king himself, the Hot Dog Man, could come visit. It was the Team 10™ house rules and if he broke any of them Jake would kick his fat ass out.
    "He-Hey lad. Can I invite over, um, a-a friend?" Nick asked in his thicc British accent.
"What kind of 'friend', fat King George?" Jake chuckled.
Oh how Nick hated when Jake's greasy Ohio ass called him that. Fucking cunt.
"Well mate, he's a sensation on Snapchat. We could get a lot of views and advertisements if we collab with him while he visits."
Jake thought about it for a moment. "Well fine Britty Titty. He must collab with us or else you will be kicked out of Team 10™". God he's a fucking dickhead
Nick still put on a fake ass smile. "Thank you chap! This collab will be litty, trust me!".
Nick was filled with excitement. He couldn't wait for his first Grindr hookup, but he couldn't let Jake know. He already had a threesome with the Martinez Twins, and oh boy those pollas de españa were as thicc as Cristiano Ronaldo's thighs, and if Jake wasn't fucking yet another bitch in the other room at the time, all three of them would have been deported.
    Nick had spent the last hour preparing his room for HDM's visit. He made sure to have xxx(tentacion)L condoms and mustard flavored lube in his drawer next to his bed. He already prepped his richard. The juicy Snapchat king would be arriving at 8 pm and him and Team 10™ would be collabing the next day; if Nick's ass could withstand it, that is.
    Nick hoped the neighbors wouldn't call the cops on them during this collab, he wanted to make a good impression on HDM.
~~
(Time skip brought to you by the Martinez Twins thicc pollas.)
~~
    Jake called Nick from the kitchen, saying that the door rung and it was for him. Oh god save me Queen Elizabeth. Nick eagerly jumped out of bed (after many attempts), quickly wiping the jizz on his hands against Jake's door handle when he walked by his room. Take that you Ohio. Fucking. CUNT.
    Nick stomped down the stairs and made his way to the front door, and saw a young girl who was around 15 and probably didn't consent to what Jake Paul was going to do to her probably tight yet virgin pussy.
Probably.
But then he saw him.
He saw that thicc juicy meat encased in that tight ass bun.
The Hot Dog Man.
This part includes mature content. Proceed with caution
HDM calmly strode into the Team 10™ house and greeted the overweight Brit, casually brushing his hand against Nick's outer thigh when he walked by. He then walked over to Jake, who was already getting up on his new bitch.
"FUCKK OH BABY YOURE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ALISSA. GIVE ME HEAD NOW UNDERAGE OHIO SEX SLAVE! THAT PUSSY SOOOOO TIGHT!"
Nick was embarrassed by Jake's extreme act of PDA (Me at school everyday tbh.) and turned over to HDM. "Don't worry, he always does this. His dick is really small (like the authors of this shit's will to live), and he cums in like 6 seconds."
HDM chuckled, "Just like his vines."
After the two settled down from their fit of laughter, HDM started to become curious and asked, "Wait a minute, how do you know that? How do you know his dick is small and he cums in 6 seconds?" he paused, grasping Nick's greasy and supersized fish n chips. Nick was sHooK, and his fish went flying. Holy Cow! The Queen is raising my mEmBEr.
Nick gave HDM a Team 10™ house tour, and even showed him (yO iT'S) Tessa Brooks hardcore masturbating to RiceGum and Alissa Violet's "It's Every Night, Sis" (Let's be real, that was a bop). Ah, how he loved his second yet nightmare of a home.
~~
('Notha time skip brought to you by those crispy fish 'n' chips that Nick shoves down his gullet, and occasionally asshole)
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Nick could notice HDM getting impatient. His relish flaps were so dry and crispy. Oh no I have to get them moist and wet.
"I have the 'equipment' set for our 'collab'." Nick casually told him. HDM gave him a smirk that made Nick's piener-wiener even more hard than it already was. With this, Nick dragged HDM to his room.
"Don't worry Niqqi, i brought some extra equipment" HDM said, WHIPping out several ropes, multiple types of gags and WHIPs, and bondage harnesses.
"These may be a bit small for you big boy". He said, taking out the harness.
HDM then reached over to Nick's bedside drawer to look for some lube. He didn't want to hurt him because his ass was probably really tight with all that fat surrounding it.
But once HDM opened the drawer, he was met with a distasteful surprise.
HDM had gone from 💯 to OVER NEIN THOUSAAAAND
(I'm so sorry.)
"FUCKING MUSTARD? DADDY IS GOING TO FUCK YOU WITHOUT LUBE YOU FAT BRITISH FUCK!"
HDM didn't even care about the other Team 10™ members hearing him. He was fucking pissed at Nick.
Nick's face filled with dread. I don't want my pooper to die! But it was far too late.
"Get on that pool table you fucking Wale" HDM said, getting out a ball gag and a bondage harness.
Nick obeyed his new master. I must please his mEmBEr
"Now there Niqqi, daddy will only shove his Ball Park™ mEmBEr into your filthy crumpet asshole if you do as I say and don't cum too early."
Nick obeyed, stripping all his clothes, letting his fat greasy rolls free. He climbed up on the pool table, stomach and dick down, and made a slight crack on the side of the table.
"Now there Niqqi boy, do you have a cock ring lying around?"
Nick shOOk his head. "Ple-please don't WHIP me daddy. Th-there is a-a stale o-o-onion ring (OGRES ARE LIKE ONIONS, THEY HAVE LAYERS) that's t-triple fried i-in fish 'n' chip batter. It will keep that hard mEmBEr of yours nice and erect."
"Now you fat fuck, you aren't getting my mEmBEr this easy. One WHIP for you for being a naughty boy."
Nick tried to scream for his life, but HDM was one step ahead of him. He had already secured the ball gag in his big gullet. HDM also secured the bondage harness across the brits flaps and tied a thicc piece of rope that attached the harness to the pool table.
"Resist you fat fucking whore" HDM firmly said, getting his finest leather whip and whipping the brit's asscheeks. They jiggled. Nick's screech was muted by the gag.
~
Nick's screams were slowly becoming moans, and Nick awaited every single WHIPcrack against his bum. Obviously HDM could see him enjoying this, but it is all about his own pleasure first. After another ten minutes, HDM removed the gag from Nick's mouth and untied the rope.
"Flip on your greasy back you fucking teabag. It's daddy's turn to feel the pleasure."
Nick did as told, and allowed his fat flaps to bounce back on the table. HDM tied the rope back on , exposing Nick's hard mEmBEr. HDM climbed on top of Nick's literal pile of fat , almost like an animal. He turned around in an almost 69 position and had his own beefy and ketchupy cock dangling in front of Nick's literal black hole of a mouth.
"You succ it until I tell you to not. If you make daddy cum too early, daddy won't fuck you. If you reject daddy's mEmBEr, daddy won't fuck you. If you gag in response to daddy's mEmBEr, daddy won't fuck you."
Nick understood, and HDM slowly lowered his mEmBEr into his mouth, almost like a fisherman lowering his fishing pole into a murky ass lake full of fish with mercury poisoning. Nick savored HDM's mEmBEr, licking all around and taking more into his gullet. He even succed so far down, he could taste the stale onion ring at the base mixed with the salty pre-cum and loose pubic hair. Oh I LOVE onion rings.
But HDM wasn't satisfied. Yes, his member was being served to Nick like a bucket of Ohio Fried Chicken™, but he felt Nick wasn't trying hard enough for him. HDM slowly reached his hand to Nick's own stiff mEmBEr, and gave them a few violent and robust tugs. Nick gave a soft moan, and started to lick and succ faster and faster. He pulled his head up to get more and more of HDM's juicy as fuck mEmBEr, which was glazed like an artery-clogging doughnut in pre-cum, and HDM let go of his. He pushed more and more of his meat into Nick's fat fucking gullet, which Nick gladly sluurped up. I love pre-cum and onion rings.
HDM reached over to his bag, which was hung up against the side of the pool table, and grabbed a spiked collar and a huge penis gag, tying the mEmBEr gag to the spiked collar.
"If you resist, you will choke little Niqqi. Now before you take this mEmBEr in, what do you say little fat as fuck bitch?"
Nick hesitated.
"Mah-My coc-collar is po-poppin".
HDM violently strapped the Cock gag into Nick's mouth, and grabbed the mustard lube. He threw it on the floor in disgust. He then reached his hand up to stimulate his little meatball nipples until a stream of fresh ketchup flowed down his hard meaty body. He collected a glop onto his hand and rubbed his cartoon fingers, making them gooey and moist. He shoved his fingers, one by one, into Nick's tight asshole. Nick's flaps, yet strapped down to the table, gave a violent bounce after every thrust. Just like playtime at home.
Nick was very shocked about how long HDM could last. He had been savoring his mEmBEr like a lollipop for over 10 minutes, and HDM only heavily moaned a few times.
"Alright Niqqi, succ me until I almost cum. If daddy cums, daddy won't fuck you, remember? If Niqqi does a good job, daddy may fuck you."
Nick wanted that fucc. He began to consume the mEmBEr as if it were an extra large slurpee from that American fat convenience store 7-11. HDM started to moaaaan.
"SUCC ME HARDER YOU FAT MOTHERFUCKING FUCK."
The obese Brit followed HDM's command and swallowed more of his foot-long™ of a mEmBEr down his gullet. Once HDM's hit the back of Nick's throat, he gagged. This made HDM more angry than he already was at the fact that Nick's fat ass only had mustard lube.
"DID I TELL YOU TO FUCKING GAG, YOU WHORE?"
HDM started to vigorously thrust into Nick's mouth, and every time Nick screamed in protest, HDM only went harder
I'm not going to be able to fucking speak tomorrow. Nick thought. This was all too much for him and he was having trouble breathing. Just as he let out another scream that was muffled by HDM's juicy mEmBEr, HDM shoved his mEmBEr all the way into Nick's mouth. He let out an extremely loud moan and busted a fat nUT into the back of Nick's throat. "Swallow all of it." HDM ordered. "Shouldn't be too hard; all you do is eat". Nick followed his command and swallowed all of HDM's thicc and creamy load, and loved the salty yet sweet taste it brought.
"mMM. Tastes so good, Daddy."
As Nick thought the two of them were done and tried to get up, he was met with a forceful push that sent him right back on his greasy back. "Oh we ain't fucking done yet. I still have to fuck your ass; I didn't prepare you for nothing." HDM said with a slight smirk on his face.
Nick gulped. "Y-yes daddy. Of c-c-course."
The sight alone of Nick Crompton's round face red and covered in his own spit made HDM become hard yet again. He even saw a bit of his fresh jizz along Nick's fat fucking lips. HDM got his hands which were pink from the cum and ketchup mixture, and flipped Nick's fat body over, and analyzed his asshole. He adjusted the onion ring on his hard and bulbous mEmBEr to make it even harder.
(Oh boy here it comes.)
Without hesitation, HDM violently thrusted his mEmBEr into Nick's entrance with a profusely loud moan. This caused the Brit to let out a cry of pain and pleasure. "Ooh you're so fucking tight, it almost didn't fit". Nick moaned in response as HDM kept viciously thrusting in and out of Nick's black hole.
~
For five minutes, Nick's ass had been on fire. He thought it would've been nice if HDM could've at least given him a warning before he went full throttle on him. But after those five minutes, oh boy was Nick having the time of his life. Every single move HDM made inside him made Nick scream in pleasure; which he could now do freely without the gag in his mouth.
After another five minutes, Nick felt this shock go through him that he had never felt before. This caused him to let out probably the loudest sound he had ever made in his life. "OOOOOH FUCK DADDY KEEP FUCKING ME LIKE THAT!!".
HDM then angrily slapped Nick's fat ass and shouted "DID I TELL YOU TO FUCKING SPEAK?"
HDM then abruptly pulled out of Nick, which caused him to whine in protest. "I'm sorry daddy, it just felt so good". HDM sighed "Alright, but if you pull that shit I'm leaving this fucking place".
He then continued what he had started, and Nick could feel the wrinkles of HDM's mEmBEr brushing up against his anal walls. It took a few minutes for HDM to reach that special spot again. Once he did, Nick started screaming again. He had never felt this kind of pleasure before, not even when he had the threesome with the Martinez Twins.
~~
(Time skip brought to you by HDM's fat nUT)
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After around another 10 minutes of HDM pleasuring Nick Crompton with his juicy foot-long™ mEmBEr, HDM was getting close to expiring, and Nick could sense it.
"The Big thicc daddy is getting close to releasing the 2nd cum, isn't he."
HDM didn't have the energy to yell at Nick again, instead he was overcome by a wave of ecstasy.
"SAY MY NAME, NICK. SAY MY BLOODY FUCKING NAME"
"DA-DADDY, DADDDY DA-DADDY". With one final thrust, HDM exploded deep inside of Nick's asshole, Nick cumming all over his stomach and the floor. Oops, I'll have to clean that up later. He pulled out and they both expired.
"Oh you are such a nasty fucking fat ass bitch"
"I know daddy"
The two lovers were fast asleep on each other, HDM's ketchup mixing with Nick's stomach grease. All of the sudden, Jake Paul and his bitch burst in, followed by all the members of Team 10™
"I FUCKING KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW YOU WEREN'T INTO PEOPLE. YOU ONLY LOVE FOOD YOU FUCKING FAT ASS LITTLE BRITISH CRUMPET CUNT", Jake screamed.
"¿Qué pasa con nuestras pollas españolas?" Emilio asked.
"¿No fuimos suficientes para ti, gordo culo?" Ivan sneered
"WHY DIDN'T YOU RECORD IT FOR ME TO MASTURBATE TO?", Tessa, who was the angriest of all, exclaimed.
"I SWEAR TO GOD WHY DID I MARRY YOU, YOU CRAZY BITCH!" Chance shouted.
~
All of the sudden, Nick wOkE up sporadically and sat up, waking HDM in the process. "What the actual fuck are you doing?" HDM asked, quite annoyed that he was woken up from his deep sleep. "Oh sorry, chap. I had a really bad dream that all the Team 10™ memebers walked in on us". "Oh well, we might as get up, it's almost 9:00am".
Nick reached over to his bedside table and looked at his phone. Oh shit he's right. We have to be down by 10 or I'll be kicked out of Team 10™.
Nick took a breath before he would start his long journey of getting out of bed. Once he tried to get up, he felt the most excruciating pain he had ever felt before in his nether regions. HDM saw his grimace and chortled. "Did daddy do you too hard last night?". "YEA-oWw!" Nick abruptly stopped himself from what he was about to say. "Oww, my fucking throat hurts Jesus Christ". "Don't speak then." HDM said. Nick nodded in agreement.
After twice as many attempts it takes to get out of bed on a normal day, Nick waddled over to get some fresh clothes from his wardrobe. Once he got his way-too-tight clothing on, Nick stomped his way down the stairs to the living room yet again; not even worrying about what HDM was doing.
~
"YoOOOO Nick, I got a surprise for you!" Chance shouted at Nick with a eager smile on his face. Oh for fucks sake.
"Wöt is it mate? A bitch that's more tolerable than Tessa?" He banted back.
"hAha, no. It's much better than that."
"Then wöt is it mate, I have to go see the Ohio cu- I mean Jake so we can start our collab with Hot Dog Man." "Okay, I know it's not food, but it's-!"
All of the sudden Chance pulled out a taser and put it right near Nick Crompton's face and turned it on. Nick shouted with utmost fear. "AH WHAT THE FUCK YOU OHIO CRACKER?!!"
Chance just screeched in response while the other Team 10™ members jumped into the living room; some with cameras, some with more tasers which frightened Nick even more.
"LMAO YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FAT FUCKING FACE!!" Anthony yelled putting the camera in Nick's face.
"Good job, Hubby. You got him real good." Tessa said to Chance with her annoying southern accent.
"Alright, Alright. Let's settle down now, we have to start filming our collab with Hot Dog Man." Jake addressed to the rambunctious 20-year-olds. For once he's actually said something I agree with.
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(Time skip brought to you by Jake Paul's quality content)
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After Chance and Emilio set up the equipment for the video, the rest of the Team 10™ members and HDM sat down outside to start filming the video. They would be filming a "Truth or Dare" and it would be going on Jake's channel, of course. Nick hoped the Team 10™ wouldn't get too rowdy, as the neighbors would call the cops on them again.
"This should be fun, shouldn't it?" HDM asked Nick, slapping a hand on his lower back; knowing it would cause Nick a great pain. He winced. "Y-yeah."
~
When Tessa was about to pull out her second dare, all the Team 10™ members all turned their heads to the loud knock that could be heard from the fence followed by a loud voice bellowing,
"HEY, YOU FUCKERS. DO YOU MIND SHUTTING THE FUCK UP FOR ONE GODDAMN DAY. SOME OF US HAVE NORMAL LIVES AND YOU GUYS ARE PISSING US THE FUCK OFF WITH YOUR CHILDISH SCREECHES!"
"Oh fuck off!" Nick replied back, and they all laughed and continued on with the video. HDM smiled at him.
The fucking end
I am sincerely sorry if you read this thing all the way through. Welp, that's all folks.
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wastedwishesandhope · 7 years
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Abscond
She stepped into a noisy room of pantry full with random noises of students who are currently sitting with their colleagues & classmates. Laughter filled in the four-sided walls and everybody seems so busy with their own businesses— doesn't matter if it's sensical or not. Anna scanned her eyes all throughout the area trying to find at least a single empty table where she can eat her packed- lunch. She heaved a deep breath when her eyes landed on the corner of a long table where nobody's sitting. The rest side of the table is occupied by students who're creating the loudest noise inside the cafeteria.
She walked closer to them & stood at the back of the girl sitting next to the empty chair & space.
"Excuse me? Can I sit here?" she asked.
But it seems like they didn't even notice her presence at all, they continued laughing and talking about a certain topic. Anna cleared her throat but still, they didn’t budge her a look. She finally pokes the girl and it cocked her head and throw her a weird look.
“Can I sit here?” she asked again pointing out at the empty chair. The girl didn’t answer and just looked away to focus her attention back on her friends.
Guess, it’s a yes? she thought.
She placed her bag on top of the table and sat next to the girl. Anna opened her bag and fished out the packed- lunch she prepared this morning before going to university. She started digging in and ignored the noise around her.
Silently swallowing her meal and enjoying every ounce of seconds she got the liberty to breath, sit & stares at the empty space. She had been so busy for weeks now, she spends all her day in school & work. She needs to catch up with all the deadlines if she wants to finish her studies on time. 
That thought made her feel exhausted again and she felt helpless that the only thing she can do is to let out a thick- narrow breath through her nose.
It’s been also weeks since she talked to Jimin. She fished out her phone out of her pockets and open to check if she got any updates about him. He’s her boyfriend but she got no direct contact with him. They’ve been in a relationship for more than half of the year but till now Jimin never let her to get his phone number. She insisted but he kept saying that its for her own safety and he’s just making sure that their relationship will stay in private. 
She’s dumb, 
so she believe. 
And now she don’t know how to reach him. He tried asking for Kim Taehyung’s phone number as well, but Jimin forbid him to do that. He’s pretty much bossing them around. 
But she’s dumb,
 so she never objects.
The last time they talked is when Jimin sends her home after their vacation in Kim’s Residence in Daegu. After that, she got no news about him. He never even checked her out or asked how she doing or if she’s still breathing. She knows that he’s no normal and can check her out behind her back but not even once Anna felt his presence around the corner.
Anna scrolls her twitter feed and also check their twitter account. He’s posting videos & selfies. 
Thought it's enough. 
But no. Really no.
Bangtan was already on their way to Chile to start the whole leg tour when she found that they’ll be on the opposite side of the world for almost one whole month. He never said goodbye or informed her that he’ll be away for a few weeks. Literally none. No message at all. He didn’t even say something about it, purely nothing. He never open that they’ll be out of South Korea for one whole fckin month. Especially with their situation that they got no contacts with each other.
It’s insane, she thought again. 
But I love him so I had to understand and adjust.
She thought that she needs to be satisfied with pictures & previews of him. Lucky enough if there’s a video. She misses him but she can’t do anything but to fill-in this longing feelings through his pictures in different concert & different countries.
I got a label of a girlfriend but I’m no different with other fans. Jimin must be really fair & square, she convince herself.
She’s scrolling through his preview updates when the girl sitting at the end of the long table suddenly screamed whilst looking at her phone. All those occupying the long table snapped their heads at her. Anna was quietly waiting for what could be her reason for reacting like that. She doesn’t want to be nosy but there’s nothing wrong especially that even the students from the other table are looking at her.
“Why?” her friend asked curiously.
The girl cover her mouth due to embarrassment and said, “Am I too loud?” she cackled.
“Loud enough to make the whole pantry turn their heads on you,” answered the other one with a blonde hair.
“Sorry, it just that Jimin posted again in fancafe!” she screech and the girls face turned red.
“OMG! Really? Wait lemme check that out!” the other girl's shriek and altogether opened their phones.
When his name slipped from that girls mouth, she felt like a ringing was growing in her ears. Anna swallowed down the last bite of her meal and check her fancafe app. There she sees his picture smiling widely and he seems so happy. Anna loves the thought of seeing him so happy & healthy after the tiring concerts in different places, but something inside her feeling the pain, after all those smiles, she can't deny the thought that it seems like she’s the only one missing him. Park Jimin seems too preoccupied to even think about her.
Did he not miss me too?
She shook her head with the negativity and turned off her phone.  
A few weeks left, they’ll be back here, and he’ll look for me, she stupidly convinces herself again.
After finishing her lunch, Anna cleans her table and put back in her pack- lunch inside her bag. She checked the clock and she got more 20 minutes before her next class will start. She rests her chin in her palms and stares at the empty wall again. The noisy students sharing the table with her left a few minutes ago. She overheard that their classes started already so they all stormed out of the cafeteria.
Clocks ticking, minutes passing, every second counting, she can't think about anything, other than missing him.
She remembers the last time they talked. It was already in the middle of the night. Inside her room.
— — —
   Anna opened the light to her apartment as soon as they arrived back in Seoul. Park Jimin told Taehyung to just straight back to their dorms so he can take full rest now. Jimin drive Anna back in her apartment to make sure she’ll make home safely. She put her bags down at the table and grabbed a bottled water in her refrigerator. She handed it to Jimin who’s currently standing in the middle of her living room.
   “You can stay here so that you can take rest and just go back in your dorm tomorrow morning. How’s that?” she asked,
   “As much as I love to stay but I cant. Early tomorrow, we’ll start our rehearsals. I heard from hoseok that they made few changes for our choreography so we need to catch up.”
   “You’re a good dancer, though, you’ll get it in one glance.” She said,
   “Stop complimenting me, you can’t make me sleep here. I do really need to go back, princess.”
Anna just pouts her lips together with forced nod just to end this argument.
   “You know it's my weakness if you pouts like that,” he said chuckling. Anna just puckers her lips and turned around to go inside her bedroom. 
   “Just close the door if you’re leaving. Good night!” she said without looking back at him. She heard him laugh because of her attitude and she won't deny that something churns inside her tummy.
   Jimin caught Anna currently opening her closet to get pajamas and preparing to sleep now.
   “You won’t take shower before you sleep?” he asked, 
   “I thought you left already. Why are you still here? You know you need rest, you got an early schedule for tomorrow.” she asked.
   He walked closely to her bed and sat on it. 
   “I’ll tuck you in bed before I leave.”
   “I’m not a baby, Jimin!”
   “Really? Then why do I have to remind you that you haven’t taken shower and yet you’re going to bed already.” He scolds like a grandfather.
   “I’m too tired, I’ll just do shower tomorrow and it's not healthy to take a shower when you’re whole body is worn- out. I hope you know that because you are a dancer, angel.”
   Jimin made a face that he’s thinking and a few seconds he shows that he’s convinced, “Reasoning accepted. Okay change to your pajamas now and I’ll tuck you into bed,” he said.
   “Do you want me to change in front of you?” she flushed,
   “You’re open to doing that.” He teased.
   “Sly,” she whispered and went into the bathroom to change her pyjamas.
Anna just washed her face and brush her teeth then bun her hair to make her self feel comfortable and clean. After making sure she’s completely clean, she went back to her bedroom and found her angel staring at the ring her dad gave to her through her step- mom. Jimin looks so serious while checking out the diamond- blue ring sat inside the egg- shaped ring holder.
   “That’s my Dad’s gift. Though he didn’t give that directly at me but my step mom said that’s my Dad’s last wish,” she said while watching him.
   He turned his head to look at her and he got this weird expression like he has seen something that’s no right.
   “Who gave this to you again?” he asked. Anna felt weird with the tone of his voice.
   “My Dad, why?”
   She saw how his Adam's apple bobbed up and down on his throat. The color on his face turned white, though he has a white skin already.
   “Why? Is there something wrong with it?” she asked worriedly.
Jimin just shook his head and placed the egg- shaped ring holder on top of her side- desk.
   “I need to go now,” he said without looking at her then walked passed her. Anna was so confused with the sudden changes on his mood so she catches up him in the living room and grabbed his arms.
   “You are at it again! Tell me what’s going on?! You can't lie to me that there’s nothing wrong here. You’re making me worried again, Park Jimin!” she almost yelled. He stared at her hand clutching on his arms and looked at her eyes with his softened face.
   “You are always making me go crazy with just simple actions, Angel.” She said again- calmer.
   Park Jimin took her hands off from his arms and holds it tightly with his right hand.
   “I’m okay, don’t stress yourself over with me. I just need to go back to the dorm. There’s nothing wrong, Anna. I’m sorry, because of me you’re starting to look paranoid. It’s my fault.”
   She didn’t speak or utter any words.
   “Go to sleep now, Anna. You’re tired.” He said.
   “I love you, Angel,” she suddenly confessed with her voice tone sounds like so terrified.
He just smiles.
   “I love you, too.”
   “Call me princess.” She demands. 
Jimin just run his fingers through her head first before speaking.
   “I love you too, Anna,” then he placed his soft lips on her forehead.
— — —
Up till now she wonders if what really happened after he saw that ring. She don’t buy what he said that there’s nothing wrong. She’s so certain that there is something going on and she can’t figure out what is it. She also remember about the sudden thought that struck inside her mind. While he’s kissing her forehead, a weird thought crossed her mind again. And it seems like it wasn’t the usual random thought, its like a message he passed through mental- telepathy, just like what he usually do even before.
   “I love you regardless what’s the meaning of it”
“Anna?”
   She jolted on her seat when someone called out her name. She looked from where the voice came from and her eyes widened to see who it was.
   “Gikwang?!”
   He smiled at her and walk closely to her.
   “Hey, how are you?” he asked and sat across from the table.
   “I’m good, and you? I thought you transfer to Law School?” she asked smiling.
Gikwang is one of the closest classmates she ever had when she started her studies here in Seoul. She’s so glad to see him again after learning that he’ll transfer to a Law School when his parents decided that they want him to be a successful lawyer. He was born with silver spoon and they can do whatever they want for their children.
   “Just visited to meet my friend Doojoon, you know him, right?” he asked, Anna just nods her head after remembering who’s this Doojoon guy was. That’s her classmate who helped her when she passed out inside their class, and also he’s the guy who made stripped half- naked by Park Jimin under the cold weather of winter. Doojoon is the guy who was being accused of being interested in her. Just like what Jimin also condemned.
   “Oh, so you’re waiting for Doojoon?” she asked pretending to be happy about hearing the news.
   “Yep, glad that you still know him. Well, I bet ya never forget him after what your boyfriend did.”
   Anna’s heart thumped so fast. She felt all the blood rushed into her veins. She literally can feel her palms grow cold sweats and her skin bristles. She gulped an ounce of pretentious she still has.
   “What boyfriend?” pretending she’s dazed & confused,
   Gikwang snorts to laugh then look directly in her eyes.
“Stop pretending you’re single.” He said chuckling.
“What are you saying?” she still pretends she doesn't get him.
Gikwang leaned in closer to her and said, “I bet it's your boyfriend who made him half- naked in just a matter of milliseconds. I’ve watched the video circulating online Anna, and it's not manipulated either. I believe what Doojoon told me. A normal person would take one to two minutes before he can successfully take off the three layers of clothes he has.”
She felt sweats pricking in her hairline.
“But that’s bullshit, right? Who would believe with that kind of story? My boyfriend doesn’t have something to do with that weird shits you are saying.”
“You slipped! Then you really got a boyfriend? Why are you denying it?”
Fck.
She just secretly bit the inside of her cheeks. Repeatedly cursing herself.
“Why are you denying your boyfriend? That’s not good. He was caught on camera also, he was standing behind you before Doojoon weirdly turned half- naked. He’s covering his face so much, isn’t that suspicious?” 
“Its winter and it's normal if a person would want to wear a cap & face mask, right? It's none of your business either way!”
“Okay, then just tell me why’d you concealed that you’re in a relationship?”
“I am not hiding it nor denying it! How would everybody know if no one’s asking, though? Its none of their business and stop being nosy about my personal life too, Gikwang.”
“No one’s asking even Deby?”
She rolled her eyes.
“What are you up to?” she asked frustrated.
“Nothing. Just curious what kind of human being your boyfriend is. Just kinda curious. And I’ve been wondering why you’re hiding your relationship as if he has a famous personality. Hmm.. just like being an actor or.. idol?”
From there, Anna stood up from her seat and grabbed her bag.
“I still have class. Seriously Gikwang, you’re weird. My boyfriend is a normal person and it' s my decision if I would want to broadcast our relationship or not. It’s none of your business to when or how  I’ll gonna tell my best friend about my private life. Get it?”
“I know you got something under your sleeves.” He said still.
Anna just ignores it and continued walking to leave the cafeteria. When she’s about to walk through the door, he heard the last words he shouted.
“I got something under my sleeves too, Princess Anna!”
This very secret that you're trying to conceal,
 is the very same one that you're dying to reveal.
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