#i was debating doing my makeup in the taxi

[kuchipark]

cute boy came up to me, asking for a cigarette, but I look like shit bc I’m not wearing makeup, the wind ruined my hair and I did NOT sleep (once again). feeling: suicidal

#cruel world #worst part is #i was debating doing my makeup in the taxi #but i decided against it bc i was like ehh who’s gonna see me 2day?? #i could’ve been the cute chick that gave him a cig out of the kindness of her heart #instead #i am the abomination of a mess that gave him a cig #still out of the kindness of my heart #i am such a sweet person #yes #i SHALL grant you with the opportunity of increasing your risk at lung cancer #you’re so very welcome

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Randomly thought about how Mean Girls would work in Sweden.

First of all, ”get in loser, we’re going shopping” would not work, because no one under 18 has a driver’s license. Unless Regina drives an epa tractor (which is a car not allowed to go past 50 KMs per hour and that you can drive already at 15 years old). However, epa tractors are kind of more of a thing for the kids living out in the countryside that have a far way to school, and is more dominant in small towns rather than cities. And Regina I don’t know would have one. But maybe.

”Whatever, I’m getting cheese fries” is complicated to pull off. Swedish school food is free, and they serve a different meal every day. Never ever do they serve cheese fries. However, Regina could have 1) Gone to the city during lunch time and bought herself cheese fries at some fast food place or 2) The high school does not have a cafeteria and all students have to fix lunch themselves, so Regina got cheese fries that way

Oh yeah. High Schools in Sweden are different. You see, after ninth grade, everyone picks a program, a certain theme they wanna focus on more in their education. Whether it’s science, languages, social studies… there’s also performing arts, and you can pick more kallar practical programmes like building, handyman and even makeup and animal care. When you have picked a program, you’re assigned to a certain school that provides it. All schools are different, and some do not provide lunch at school so you gotta get it yourself, and others do.

I’m imagining the plastics doing the social studies program. It works really well for them. Cady has the nature program (this is for science and maths). Now, Janis and Damian does seem like the performing arts types, but also, not every theatre/art kid does go performing arts. You can still choose art classes and stuff regardless of your program (my school also put up a musical every year even if we weren’t a performing arts school). I’m gonna be a little biased and I’m gonna put them in the humaniora program (the program I also took hehe). This program focuses more on language, but also on culture, there’s two alignments you can choose between. I think Janis chose culture and Damian chose language. So he’s taking french classes + getting to learn latin and Janis gets to learn about art and culture history. In the last year everyone in the humaniora program also get a mandatory film and tv class.

Besides mandatory classes every program provides, they also have choosable subjects you can pick from (and these classes are often with kids from every program together, so this is ways the characters could interact despite having different programs). You get to pick several, but I’m just gonna go with at least one I know everyone would pick. I know Janis probably picked art. Damian I feel would take russian or japanese or italian (languages you could take at my high school). Cady and Gretchen def would take rhetorics class and learn debate. Cady would also take advanced math ofc. However, Regina and Karen I’m very unsure about.

Cady would be in mathlethes, it could be possible. Many high schools have clubs, and it’s possible a math championship would be arranged.

We don’t have school buses in the same way here, at least not for high school (school buses and school taxis are more a thing if you live out on the countryside and every kid in an area is going to the same school, and is more of a thing in elementary school. Not in high school). This means the buses are often public ones. And, absolutely that Regina could be hit by a bus, although it would be a much bigger deal because it would most likely be a public bus with passengers inside. It would be city news about dangers in the street.

Though, tbh, besides some details with the culture difference and stuff, the plot could have still very much played out the same. Mean girls exist in Sweden too, and there’s def swedish Regina George types. I’ve met some irl (although in middle school, but still).

#mean girls

[333sth]

dove. (frankie morales)

chapter i. previous.

pairing: frankie morales x ofc (’dove’) no use of y/n.

warnings: mention of ptsd/military service, language, violence, brief mention of torture/kidnapping, injury detail, fighting.

summary: frankie was going to propose, until dove found the ring and ghosted. even santi can’t track her down.

rating: mature. wc: 1.6k

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Dove was a nickname coined by an old general during her training. He was a traditional man, though not disrespectful. It was a term of endearment that probably softened the influx of powerful women breaching into the male territory. He’d drawled, ‘I ought to call you Dove – I ain’t never seen a girl so swift, yet so fuckin’ lethal.’ She kept the boys in line too, he’d noted. When Benny got too reckless, or Tom’s temper ran away with him, she was the first to snap them out of it. In environments where peace was a very distant concept, she played the peacekeeper.

One time, during a two-month deployment in Nigeria, the group was shoved in the back of an ancient pick-up truck for six hours. Dove was wedged between Will and Frankie, sweltering in the humid air. The stale smell of sweat mixed with blood and diesel was permeating the air, and they were three hours from the nearest checkpoint. To pass the time, she asked them what they’d do if they weren’t special forces.

That was easy for Will – he’d be a teacher of some kind. Benny waffled about sports, making some brash comment about how he’s got to channel all his aggression somewhere. Tom and Santi couldn’t come up with anything that suited them more than the forces, which was not surprising. Frankie would still be a pilot somehow. Dove had never seen him more comfortable than in the pilot’s chair.

Dove dreamed of owning her own bar or café, somewhere relaxed and laid-back. A beach perhaps, somewhere quaint and peaceful, where the air is warm well into the late evening and the waves are gentle, collapsing onto the sand like white noise. She imagined the hum of conversation meeting tinkling music, beach lanterns dotted around the decking to cast an ambient glow beneath the stars. Maybe a chef on weekends could make bar snacks. Tom had snorted at that, throwing a jab about how she can burn the water they use to make their dried food sachets.

The men had recalled this conversation, desperately trying to fathom where Dove might have taken off to. It was met with an aching nostalgia for the type of teammate she was too. That conversation had been a tactic, a peaceful one, to prevent the terrible concoction of adrenaline, exhaustion and heat forming an argument in that truck. She was a natural tactician as well as a good friend.

Frankie had recounted each country they had been stationed and exactly how Dove had felt about them. She had loved Argentina, even when she got shot and Will spent three hours with his finger crammed in the wound to stop the bleeding. But she also liked Jamaica, Brazil and Hawaii. None of their contacts in the forces had any trace of her, not even Santi’s in South America. Her family were none the wiser – they brushed it off, her dad mumbling something about it sounding like her usual antics. 

All he had was a scribbled note that read, ‘I need space. I’m safe. I love you.’ It was folded neatly in his wallet, like he was carrying the last piece of her that he had. 

*

Mexico. That was where she was. A small town on the West coast that had enough life to keep her occupied, and the guarantee of anonymity.

If people asked, she was a retired nurse, which wasn’t entirely untrue. She told them she spent a lot of her career in humanitarian aid, to explain the occasional jitters on a rowdy Friday night and the nasty scars. There was a particularly gruesome one leading from the base of her throat up to her bottom lip from a knife fight. She told them it was shrapnel, flung from a collapsing building, and she was lucky it didn’t catch her jugular. The locals had gasped in awe at her heroism. She’d flinched against the memory of how her own knife buried into her attacker’s throat instead. 

A few days into her move, Dove had found what could only be considered a derelict shed on the beachfront. It was probably the remains of an old boathouse. With some help from the locals, she had restored the ageing planks of wood. What was spare formed the bar and some rustic furniture. She pieced together a jumble of second-hand bar stools, chairs and lanterns that made for an eclectic combination. It had character and history in its walls, rather than some swanky, expensive build devoid of any personality. It was exactly what she had dreamed of, huddled in hypothermic temperatures or insomniac in her cot at base, sleep beyond her reach.

It didn’t change the fact that every time she entered her bedroom, the old polaroid of Frankie pinned to the wall hits her like a ton of bricks. Frankie knows she took it – it was pinned to the fridge at their home before she left. It’s quintessential Frankie, sat with his arms folded to his chest, biceps straining slightly against an old denim shirt that was getting a little too snug post-retirement. It was at a barbecue, his skin tanned and flushed from a day in the sun drinking, tousled hair peeking out from the sides of a dog-eared cap. Every time Dove glances at it, she wonders if he still has that hat. 

‘Of course he has,’ the voice in her head snaps back. Any piece of clothing she’d suggest replacing would be countered with, ‘over my dead body’. The man was sentimental, a little too attached to his home comforts. She’d also bought it him in a seedy gift shop in the middle of nowhere as a joke. 

“To add some variety,” she’d said. He would never let it go now.

Once, Veronica had eyed the photograph on her mirror and asked, “Who is he then? An ex?”

Veronica, or Roni for short, had lived in the town her whole life until university. When she graduated and moved home to save money, she needed a job. Dove needed a friend, so she took her on as a bartender. She was young and giddy, but harmless. More importantly, she was too self-absorbed to notice or even care that her thirty-something year old boss had bullet holes in her back.

“Something like that.” Dove had replied, rifling through her sorry excuse for a makeup bag. She’d closed the bar early to have a rare night off in the next town over, which had considerably livelier nightlife. 

“You never talk about relationships. Or men.’ Roni observed, peering over Dove’s shoulder to eye another photograph. It was a group picture of the boys, huddled in the same fraying booth in their favourite bar back in Florida. “Looks like you were spoilt for choice.”

Dove scoffed, meeting her friend’s twinkling gaze in the mirror. “Shut your mouth. They were friends from work.”

“Were? Does that mean you can’t set me up now?” 

“They’re almost twice your age. You’d tire ‘em out.” Dove set down the lip-gloss she dragged out for special occasions. “Come on, I’m not getting any younger either. It’s already passed my bedtime.”

Thankfully, that was enough to amuse the younger girl into linking her arm and hauling her out the door to the taxi, no more questions asked.

*

The hollering of spectators and thudding of skin slapping against the mat was reduced to a distant buzzing in Frankie’s ears. It was dimmed by the incessant ramblings of Santiago and Tom, discussing the files Santi had put together on Lorea. He could feel the reawakening of his rusty military senses as he follows the familiar tactics, mentally registering his agreement or noting what he might do differently. He doesn’t vocalise it though, because he hasn’t even agreed yet. Joining the debate would inadvertently signal his agreement. He didn’t want that.

There was a shadow lingering in the space on the bench beside him. It was an empty presence, not Will, who was hooked on the cage of the ring yelling encouragement to his brother. Not Benny, thumping his leather gloves together with his teeth pulled harshly over his mouthguard, judging his competitor with a predatory glint in his eye. 

The opponent was a monster, but he lumbered like his limbs were filled with lead. Frankie notes that Benny, nimble and tall, will have a breeze tiring him out. Dove would have joked that it wasn’t worth coming, that they’ll be sat here until their asses are numb watching Benny play cat and mouse. His chest twinges. Sometimes it’s too easy to remember what she’d do, what she’d say. He wished he knew what she’d make of Santiago’s proposition. She always saw through Pope’s glamourisation and Tom’s greed. 

What Frankie misses while he observes his pitiful surroundings is Tom and Santi descending into a hushed conversation. Tom nudges Santi, “You got anything on Dove?”

Santi sighs, long and solemn, “Maybe.” As Tom’s face quirks in interest, he holds up his finger, “It’s just a hunch.”

“A hunch is better than what we’ve had in the last year.”

Santi takes a sip of his beer, casting a glance at Fish, whose eyes are trained on the floor and the swirling contents of his cup. He knows him well enough to know his thoughts are the only thing that have his attention.

“I worry about him. We all do.” Tom whispers. “Getting busted just made things worse.”

“Don’t get his hopes up, man. It’s nothing solid. It’ll crush him if I’m wrong.” Tom nods solemnly before Santi continues, “A friend of mine saw an ex-Delta in a bar, a woman. He knew ‘cause of a tattoo she had on the nape of her neck.”

Tom’s eyes widen. In front of them, Benny lands a sickening punch on his opponent’s nose, complimented by an audible crack. He’s barely breaking a sweat, dancing around as the guy heaves and stumbles forward. 

Santi’s gaze doesn’t break from the ring. “Mexico. I think she’s in Mexico.”

#Frankie Morales #frankie morales x reader #triple frontier imagine #frankie morales imagine #triple frontier fic #francisco morales #Triple Frontier #frankie catfish morales #Frankie morales fic #Frankie Morales x OFC #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal fic #pedro pascal fanfiction #benny miller #will miller #Santiago Garcia #santiago pope garcia #ben miller #dove fic

[colorfultrashcrusade]

Drunk Meetings

“Come on Mel please we need to go out and drink for once just us we haven’t been out to drink in a long time. I got paid drinks on me”

“Sky I have work to do. We are working on a really important case and I need all my attention on it. I don't have time to go to a club and get drunk” Schuyler looks at Melody pouting giving her the puppy dog eyes

“Don’t give me that look I said no it doesn't work on me anymore”

“Come on we found out Zack is getting married I need to hoe around and forget about my horrible love life please” looking around the living room Melody looks up at Schuyler with puppy dog eyes holding up a short dark blue backless lace dress that was sexy and beautiful Melody couldn't take her eyes off of it.

“Did you get that for me?” shaking her head and dancing around in it Schuyler winks at Melody

“Yes now please come with me. I really need it and so do you. We both even have tomorrow off” looking at the papers on the table back at Schuyler shaking the dress smiling with a big smile on her face nothing wrong with a few drinks

“Ugh fine but only a few drinks”

“Really yay here get dressed we will leave in an hour” forcing Melody to get up Schuyler drags her into the bathroom to take a shower and gives her the dress

“Now hurry like I said an hour” after Melody’s shower she looks at the dress in awe and puts it on it's a little short but perfect for the club and dancing Melody looks at herself in the mirror trying to figure out what to do with her hair she decides to do a basic braid after her hair she starts her makeup going with a simple doing the final touches on her eyeliner Schuyler runs in making Melody mess up her liner

“What the fuck Sky knock I’m almost done” Schulyer just smiles winking at Melody

“Damn Mel you look amazing in that dress fuck I’m amazing” laughing and shaking her head Melody finishes getting ready grabbing her pruse and keys leaving her appartment. Walking out into the New York air Schuyler yells for a taxi the girls jump in and head out to the closet bar.

“Sense I’m paying for the drinks you are paying for the taxi” Melody rolls her eyes but agreeing with a headnod. When they finally made it to the bar the line was really long Melody didn't think they would get in. Skuyler grabs Melody's hand and drags her to the front and shows the bouncer her press pass and they were in like that the loud music enters Melodys ears bodies coming out of nowhere and this sudden heat just rises to her.

“So you get a table while I get some drinks okay” and then schuyler is gone lost in the sea of people Melody looks around for a little booth to sit seeing one she texts Schulyer where it is so she can meet her there. While sitting down her purse and taking off her coat to save their booth Melody looks around the bar looking at all the people dancing and drinking scanning over everyone she sees this group right next to her booth of men a little bit older than her being loud and annoying but really cute she doesn't know why but they look familiar the slamming of shot glasses shake Melody out of her trance.

“Ayyyyyy look what I got SHOTS” Schuyler smiles at Melody making her laugh at how drunk she sounds without even having anything to drink.

“Really we are starting off with shots basic bitch status” Melody jokes looking back at Schuyler then at the shots debating if she really wants to do this maybe she can just keep an eye on Schuyler making sure she doesn't get crazy but she should have fun too she deserves it after all the work she does. Schuyler gives her a shot and a smile

“Well here is too us” Schuyler yells bringing up her shot glass. The girls cheers and take the shot. Melody is not really used to taking shots.

“Woah I’m ready for another one already are you” Schuyler says giving Melody another shot winking at her they take the other shot and then another after the 5th shot they decided to change things up and get a mixed drink and they just sat there and talked about letting the drinks sink in after awhile Schuyler and Melody finish their drinks Schuyler grabs Melody's hand and drags her to the dance floor. While the dancing guy kept trying to dance with the girls but they weren't having it they were enjoying their time together with a girls night they dont need any man.

“Oh my gosh Melody that's Ashton Irwin with Calum Hood Michael Clifford Luke Hemmings. God they are so fucking hot”

“Umm and who is that and why should I know” Schuyler gives Melody a shocked look disappointed she shakes her head.

“You really don't know who they are, do you ever listen to music. Ashton Irwin is the CEO of Irwin records. Calum and Michael are a band and songwriters and Luke Hemmings the beautiful tall blonde with the ocean eyes is number one seller you've probably heard In The Stars yeah that's him. The hottest men you will ever see” Melody looks up laughing but then looks at the boys Schuyler was talking about. They were the same boys that were sitting next to the table the girls sat at.

“Do you want another drink you can go back to the table and I'll bring some more drinks and shots” Schuyler leaves the dance floor to go back to the bar. Melody makes her way back to the table. Coming back to the table Melody and Schuyler start taking more shots and laughing and singing

“Hey hey hey I gotta pee come with me please Schuyler” The girls go to the restroom and on their way Melody bumps into someone making the person spill their drink all over her Schuyler laugh.

“Oh gosh i'm so sorry about my friend she's a little drunk she hasn't drank in a while” Schuyler says looking up at the person Melody ran into almost falling over seeing who it was it was fucking Ashton Irwin and Calum Hood mouth wide open Schuyler cant say anything but was caught off guard hearing Melody start crying.

“I miss my dog I wanna go home I WANT MY DOG Sky TAKE ME TO MY DOG”

“Aww I miss my dog too “ Calum says looking up at Ashton laughing a little.

“Thanks at least my best friend understands,” Melody says, hugging Calum Schuyler notices and freaks out pulling Melody back from Calum.

“I’m sorry about her again she’s not used to being around people other than me while drunk” Schuyler gives a smile. Melody looks up to Ashton and Calum  checking them both out.

“Oh wow you guys are really really hot Schuyler was right” Melody says looking at Ashton with a shy smile making the boys chuckle.

“Thank you. I’m Calum and this scary man is Ashton he’s kinda in a mood at the moment kind of dealing with a breakup”

“I would say sorry about your shirt but it is and I can see through it so I am definitely  not sorry about seeing that” Melody says smiling making Calum and Schuyler laugh. Ashton just looks at Melody unimpressed and bored.

“Well it was nice meeting you guys but I think mr rude over here should have a couple more drinks in his system it was nice meeting you guys maybe we will run into you again when this buzzkill is as drunk as your friend” Calum says winking at Schuyler.

“Oh I hope so” Schuyler says, grabbing Melody's hand and dragging her to the bathroom for her to finally go. After Melody finally went Schuyler walked her back to go get that new drink even though Melody clearly didn't need it.

“Smooth back there i wonder why you are single haha” Schuyler jokes at Melody who is looking at pictures of her dog on her phone crying again.

“Haha that Calum guy keeps looking at you it’s cute I wonder if he just wants to fuck” Melody says giggling looking up seeing Calum still looking at Schuyler at the table Melody sends him a wink. Calum smiles downs the last bit of his drink and grabs Ashton’s hand and heads to the girls table.

“Hey I don’t think we got your names” Calum says gesturing asking if he can sit. Schuyler was still too busy on her phone to notice him.

“WOAH RUDE SKY” Melody yells, making Schuyler jump.

“Sorry my boss saw that Ashton and Calum are here and wants me to set up an interview but I don’t think I can go up there again man Calum is looking way to good over there I might just jump all over him ugh I need another drink” getting up Schuyler notices that Calum and Ashton are right there next to Melody all trying not to laugh.

“Oh fuck me. Did you hear all of that?”

“Yes but don’t worry I wouldn't mind” Calum says winking at Schuyler.

“WOAH HAHA that was dirty” Melody whispers to Ashton, making him giggle.

“Don’t worry I got some drinks in him he won't be so uptight”

“Do you wanna dance?” Melody asks Ashton, giving him a nice smile. Ashton looks at Calum who seems to have disappeared with Schuyler. Not even answering her question he grabs her hand and takes her to the dance floor where they see Schuyler and Calum talking and dancing with each other. After dancing for a little bit Michael comes running over to Ashton and Calum screaming

“LUKE IS GETTING IN A FIGHT WE NEED TO GET HIM AND GO” And just like that a switch in Ashton’s head goes off and gets back to being in a serious mood.

“I’m sorry Melody it was nice meeting you but Cal and I got to go” Ashton goes to Calum who is making out with Schuyler tapping on his shoulder telling Cal what Michael told him. Calum gives Schulyer one last kiss before saying his goodbyes.

“Wait we did get their numbers”.

“Now that he’s gone I can't stop thinking about my dog. I WANT MY DOG CAN WE GO” Schuyler laughs dragging Melody outside calling a cab to get home.

“What the fuck Luke you know Ashton was about to get a lady you know the real reason why we are here” Calum yells in frustrations Luke and Michael look at each other surprised and proud at the same time.

“Wait what Ashton was with a girl” Luke yelled drunkenly slapping Calum’s back

“Shut up, that doesn't matter. What matter is that Luke here was a fucking dumbass and got in a fight I can’t believe you” Ashton gives everyone a stern look and walks into the car on his way home.

“We are finally home” Schuyler yells caring Melody inside their shared house.

“I’m going to throw up” slowly taking Melody to the bathroom Schuyler starts to hold her hair back and pat her back. 

#5sos #5sos fic #calum hood #ashton irwin #calum hood imagines #ashton irwin imagine #ashton irwin fanfic #calum hood fanfic

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Just In Time

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Certain that Bucky doesn't return your feelings, you’re about to take a one way flight to London when you’re stopped by a familiar face. 

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: none I don’t think 

Masterlist

You bit your lip to suppress your glee as you read over the email for the tenth time that minute. You did it. You had been accepted for your dream job as a head journalist for a very important magazine. The only problem was that there was no vacancies in their New York department so you would have to move to London. While you could pretend that your friends and family would be your reason to stay, you knew that the only reason you hadn’t started to pack your bags was because of Bucky. 

Everyone around you knew about your feelings for him, except him it seems. All the little hints here and there prompted nothing out of him and at times, you had been ready to give up on your seemingly hopeless crush but there was just a small feeling that maybe he felt the same way. Nevertheless, you wanted to finally see once and for all if Bucky felt the same way as you and the only way you were going to get through to him was if you asked him straight out and didn’t beat around the bush. 

With that in mind, you got up and got dressed, putting a little more effort into your appearance today than you normally would, you wanted to try to impress him after all. You were a little nervous but on the plus side, if he rejected you, at least you wouldn’t have to deal with the awkwardness of seeing him again, or seeing him with other women after confessing your love to him. The thought of Bucky drooling over another woman made your heart hurt.You tried not to think about it too much but you knew that you didn’t even think that you would have much of a chance with Bucky. You couldn’t compete with the many model-type women he saw on a daily basis. 

Shaking your head, you focused on getting dressed, you weren’t going to defeat yourself before you had even gotten your answer. You decided to keep your outfit simple with a pair of black leggings and a black bandeau top with a white cropped hoodie. You put your hair how you liked it and decided to put some makeup on, going for a sort of natural look. Happy with how you looked, cause girl, you look fine as hell, you headed out of your apartment and headed over to the Avengers tower where you knew you’d find Bucky. 

You used to be Tony’s secretary but you quit a few months ago to try to pursue your journalism career, which Tony surprisingly supported. Because of this, you still had your ID card which let you into the building so you could see all of the gang that you had gotten close to. You had made friends with the Avengers but you had only really spent a lot of time with Bucky and Steve. 

While you were in the elevator up to the communal floor, which was where JARVIS said they were, you took a deep breath to try and calm your nerves. This was either going to be the best day of your life or leave you heartbroken for a good few months. The elevator stopped and the doors pinged open for you to warily step out. Your legs felt like jelly as you walked closer to the living room where you could hear voices. You stopped right outside the door to try to calm down your nerves before you went inside when you heard Bucky talking, “She’s just so different, I never thought I’d meet someone like her, she really makes me feel like a better man when I’m around her.” You froze and everything felt like it was going in slow motion, Bucky liked someone else. 

As quietly as you could, you turned around and walked out of the building, keeping your head held high as you tried your hardest to keep your tears in, you weren’t going to let all these people see you vulnerable. You managed to keep yourself together on the whole ride home but as soon as you closed your apartment door, you fell to the floor and cried. You weren’t sure why it affected you this much, maybe because you had spent the last three years of your life hanging onto every word he said for nothing. 

You had stayed on the floor for a hour before you realised that you were better than that, you had other things to focus on rather than a guy who you knew was never going to like you back. Sighing, you got up from the ground and walked into your bathroom to wash your face to get rid of your smudged makeup. You looked at yourself in the mirror, “You can do this, just keep yourself together. You’re gonna start a new life and be happy.” You rolled your eyes at yourself, why were you talking to yourself? 

You walked into your bedroom and pulled out your suitcases as you packed most of your stuff. All you really needed was your clothes and some keepsakes that you had collected over the years, everything else you could buy again when you were in London. Your recruiters had paid for your flight for you and you were lucky that it was in the morning, you didn’t want to sleep on a plane, it was always so uncomfortable. 

...

The next morning was a perfectly laid out routine, you woke up, showered, got dressed and put your bags in the taxi that you had booked the night before. Everything was fine and going as planned until you got a notification which was a text from Tony, 

Hey kiddo, where were you yesterday? JARVIS said you were here but you never visited me? I miss my favourite coffee maker. 

You scoffed at his message but it made you smile nonetheless. You paused for a moment, figuring out what you were going to say before you started typing to reply to him. 

Hey Tony, yeah I was going to tell you guys that I’m moving to London but I guess my nerves got the best of me. Oh and tell Bucky I’m happy he finally found a girl ;)

You had debated back and forth on sending that last part but thought, fuck it, so you sent it anyway. It wasn’t long before your phone started to blow up with messages from all of the group but you didn’t want to feel guilty about your decision so you decided to turn off your phone. 

Back at the Avengers tower, Steve rubbed his face with his hand, “I can’t believe she’s leaving, without even saying goodbye.” Natasha nodded slightly, “I can, Bucky over here took too long to man up and now she thinks there’s nothing here for her anymore.” Tony looked between Natasha and Bucky, secretly hoping he would get to see a battle of the assassins. Bucky was too busy pacing back and forth in the room to listen to what the others were saying, he was only thinking about you. 

Why were you leaving everything? Leaving him? Bucky admittedly was not the best person for acting on his feelings but in his mind, you were the perfect woman for him. Right now, he was unsure of what to do, what could he do? Run after you and force you to be with him? Yes! No? Could he? “Just go after her already! You need me to come with you?” Natasha and Tony were a little surprised at Steve’s outburst. Steve rolled his eyes at his oldest friend, “Stop pacing and tell her how you feel, I’m not dealing with a moping mess for months because you had your chance and didn’t take it.” 

Tony snickered behind his coffee mug and cleared his throat when Bucky glared at him, “I agree with Captain Spandex, Happy can take you if you want, less publicity that way.” Before Tony could finish his sentence, Bucky was already running out of the room and sprinting down the stairs, the elevator always took too long. Happy had gotten the call from Tony asking him to take Bucky to the airport and while he was wary of having such a deadly man in the car with him, he compiled with Tony’s orders. 

Bucky’s leg bounced with nerves throughout the whole journey, he was reciting what he wanted to say over and over but as soon as he started to form some kind of speech, he started over again, nothing sounded right. Bucky didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before he was opening the door and running into the airport. He was not used to being around so many people in such a busy and crowded area but he was too focused on searching for you to let himself worry about any unwanted attention on himself. 

He cursed under his breath as he stood searching for you but was yet to find you until he saw you walking away from the check in desk, ticket in hand. Bucky pushed through a lot of people to hurry towards you, he at least had to be grateful for long lines. “(Y/N)!” You swore you heard your name and when you lifted your head up to look around the noisy area, you saw a very familiar face heading towards you, awkwardly pushing people out of the way. What was he doing here?

Your mouth opened and closed as you tried to think of something to say but you were just confused as to why he was even here right now. Bucky cleared his throat as he looked at you and for a moment he was lost in your eyes, his mind going completely blank. You glanced at your watch, “Bucky, I have no idea what you’re doing here, but my flight-” “Don’t leave.” “What?” You froze and watched Bucky as he took your hands into his own. “I said, don’t leave. Please.” You stumbled over your words, “B-But why, you, you said you found someone else, you don’t need me anymore.” Bucky shook his head, “No i didn’t, when did I say that?” 

You swallowed and looked down at your joined hands, “Yesterday, I came to the tower and I wanted to tell you how I felt before I deciding on taking this job and I overheard you talking about her, you said that she makes you feel like a better man.” 

Bucky couldn’t help the little smirk forming on his face as he realised what you were talking about. His silence worried you and you saw him grinning at you, “You think that’s funny? Letting me hear you talk about another woman when you know I have feelings for you.” You pulled on your hands to try and take them away from Bucky so you could storm off but his grip tightened enough to make you stay. He smiled, “Yes, I think it’s funny, because there is no other woman.” You frowned, “What do you mean?” “I mean, I was talking about you, doll.” You blushed and looked down at your feet, “Oh.” Bucky lifted your head and pressed his forehead against yours, “So please don’t leave me, I need you more than you know. I love you.” You let out a shaky sigh, “I love you too.” You were content in just standing there for a moment before you realised that you were in the way of a lot of people and so you grabbed your suitcases and headed out of the airport and into Happy’s car. Bucky wrapped his arm around your shoulder on the drive back. He spent the whole time looking at you and wondering what he did to deserve you in his life. 

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"Maybe if I punish you then it'll help you to remember who you belong to next time"

Fandom: Ikémen Sengoku Suitor: Masamune Date Author: @otome-smut-queen Tags: Smut, NSFW, Modern AU, fingering, unwanted male advances

Mai was busy checking her appearance over in the mirror, her bright eyes shining at the prospect of a girls’ night out for the first time in months. Life had caught them all unaware, and it had just gotten away from the small group with ease. The Friday night had been a few weeks in the planning since it was the first date that all of them could make, and all their partners had been told that it wasn’t up for debate after confirmation. She played with her curls, adding a touch more hairspray and then a quick coat of bold, red lipstick before she caught sight of her boyfriend in the mirror. Masamune had caught her attention a few years previously on a night out, especially since he had the distinctive eye patch. She smiled warmly at him in her reflection, before busying herself with finding the right handbag to keep her phone, keys and purse in.

What she missed was the way that his eye followed her bare legs, glaring at the length of her dress, though he was loathed to admit that she looked delectable in her choice of clothes. While normally Masamune was content to let Mai do her thing, it reminded him of the circumstances in which they met. It wasn’t often that he was filled with jealousy, but at that moment, he wanted to peel off every piece of clothing Mai was wearing, and subject her to a display of dominance that would have her forgetting the rest of the world around them.

He was already texting his friends, making a plan to go out himself as he forced himself to not stare a hole into the back of her dress. The group of girls were easy to predict, they liked certain wine bars and nightclubs which were slightly exclusive to stop it from getting too crowded as he proposed to follow the girls around the later clubs. Nobunaga was intrigued by his friend’s motive, as Hideyoshi was already lecturing them about giving Mai her space until someone made a mention of his girlfriend being in the group that Mai was going out with, and then Hideyoshi already had the plan of bars and rough time estimates. It was much easier with the investigative powers of his friends to push his jealousy down, sharing a kiss with his girlfriend before he watched her leave, knowing that he’d surprise her in the Azuchi club later.

It was getting hotter in the club as the girls were bouncing and dancing along with the tunes. Unknown to Mai, Masamune was watching her from near the DJ’s booth, and the man wasn’t watching his drink as closely as he would be usually with Mitsuhide around. What she also wasn’t aware of, was that it wasn’t just Masamune’s eye on her dancing figure. The way she swayed her hips and circled her body in time to the beat was one of the sexiest things about her, as Masamune pulled at his jeans in the crotch area, trying to ignore the hard-on that was starting to form from watching her so closely. The girls were attractive, which was evident to anyone just looking at them as a few men decided to make their approach before Hideyoshi could stop Masamune from standing up.

Mai’s eyes were wide, her body was turned around 180 degrees and found herself smiling down at someone who obviously considered themselves God’s gift to women. His hands were grabbing at hers before she could duck out of the way, and she was trying to subtly get the man to let go as she chuckled nervously.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing out without a ring on?” He crooned, swinging her away from her friends to corner her in the crowd.

“Enjoying myself with my friends, I’d like to get back to them,” she firmly replied, managing to get a hand free and pushing against his chest to get some space from the stranger. Which he then used to spin her instead, and straight into the chest of Masamune.

Normally, her temper would have flared at her boyfriend interfering, but instead, she felt relief blooming in her chest as the stranger tried to yank Mai back out of his grasp. He narrowed his eye, forcefully removing the stranger’s hand from her arm as Mai clung to his shirt.

“Your girlfriend’s a whore,” the stranger snarled, recoiling as though he had been burned.

Mai wasn’t expecting Masamune to punch the guy, sending him sprawling through the crowd and the whole room was watching them. It was probably going to be another bar they weren’t going to be allowed in as she wrapped her arms around Masamune’s neck. “Let’s go home, yeah?” She smiled up at him, trying to reassure him before he picked her up with ease, chuntering under his breath as the bouncers carefully escorted the couple out. Mai was already texting her girlfriends as they hailed a taxi, the inner warlord in Masamune already looking for a fight as he growled at the driver to keep his eyes on the road instead of on the length of Mai’s dress and her amazing dress.

He was grateful that she didn’t seem to have noticed, instead focused on reassuring her friends that she was fine as they arrived home. It didn’t take much for him to hitch Mai over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, grinning wildly at his girlfriend in the mirror of the elevator as he chuckled at her cute attempt of a glare. He had an arm covering the end of her dress, making sure that no one could get a look up it as the elevator headed up the building. The other residents of the block were in their own spaces since it was a rare uninterrupted visit as Masamune was replying to a text from Hideyoshi about where he had gone to. It was effortless to carry his girlfriend in such a manner and cute that she allowed him to do such things with her. Mostly after learning in the early days of their dating that Masamune was a one-speed kind of guy. Once he had an idea in his head, then he was set on that path and nothing, but a force of nature could stop him.

Masamune hummed an upbeat tune as he unlocked the door and let them both into the flat. He locked the door and dropped the keys in the bowl before letting Mai down and chuckled as she hit him on the arm to voice her complaints about his macho display of dominance. He found it adorable that she took it all in her stride as she sat in front of her dressing table and began to take off her makeup.

He growled and covered the ground quickly before burying his head into her neck, and biting forcefully at her skin. Her moans were like breathing to him, he needed them to live as he lifted his head to stare her down in the mirror. “Maybe if I punish you, it’ll help you to remember who you belong to next time,” he grunted, his fingers tugging her dress up over her delectable thighs as he considered tearing it into multiple pieces.

“Please, Masamune,” she gasped, already beginning to help him by shimmying out of the dress. The way her lacy bra clung to her breasts, he was transfixed in the mirror, his hands automatically plucking and playing with her nipples through the material as he watched her face in the mirror. “Please, I need you. Ruin me,” she begged as one of his hands slid down her stomach, to the matching panties. He traced a finger over her damp slit, groaning to find out how wet she was through the fabric before slipping under it and plunging a finger into her. She was hot and tight around his digit, and he groaned thinking of how she would feel around his cock momentarily. A second finger was added without any resistance, curling inside of her as his thumb ground down on her clit. His blue eye trained on watching her in the mirror as she began to bounce and buck her hips against his hand. His cock was throbbing under his jeans, desperate for a taste of her delectable pussy as Mai’s voice grew higher in crescendo and louder in tone. The neighbours often grumbled about their vicious and rambunctious lovemaking at all hours of the day, but Masamune could never resist her as her first climax washed over her, and she soaked his fingers with her cum.

The colour dusting her cheeks was cute, while Masamune sucked his fingers clean before standing up. She knew that this was only the start as Mai rose unsteadily onto her feet. He watched as she pulled her soaked panties to the floor, and unclipped the hooks of her bra to let it join them on the carpet next to the bed.

“Please, come and ruin me,” she cooed, opening her arms to him while standing with her back to the bed.

“Kitten, don’t tell me twice,” he grunted, before steamrolling into her. Her body bounced against the bedding, as he struggled out of his clothes, his kisses demanding and domineering as the sounds of items hitting the floor bounced around the room. Everything lost to Masamune’s whirlwind speed as her knee was held towards her chest, and his whole length thrust deep into her core.

“I’ll remind you exactly who you belong to, Kitten,” he promised, his voice raspy against her ear as he entered her relentlessly, pounding his hips into hers. A pace that was kept up until the early colours of dawn were shining in the morning haze.

#ikesen masamune #lasteaparty #last tea party #ikemen #ikesen #masamune date #ikémen sengoku

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Soulmate AU part 6!

First • Previous • Here • Next

Marinette woke up to the shrill ringing of her hotel room phone. She picked it up and accepted the polite wake up call, then struggled blearily out of bed.

Today was their trip to the botanical gardens, and a free afternoon at one of the larger malls. She’d already had plans to go eat with Chloé and Adrien, but something in her stomach told her it wasn’t going to happen.

Her akuma alarm had gone off as they talked last night, and they’d had to sit and watch on the app as Sabine fought off her first akuma as Ladybug. Marinette had not slept well afterwards, the lingering fear overwhelming.

She did not like feeling as though she were sitting on the sidelines in her own battle.

She’d called her mother a few minutes after the Ladybug tracker had gone dormant, going over the fight with her, and let her know she’d be back that evening to retrieve Tikki.

And now she had to get dressed.

Chloé had set out something she’d directed her to wear, but Marinette disregarded it. Too flashy, more her friend’s style than hers. Instead she picked up one of her dresses, a simple white dress with loose sheer short sleeves, a bateau neckline, a slim but stark black belt around the waist, and a circle skirt that fell just past her knees, the bottom third entirely covered by swirling floral embroidery.

Paired with plain black flats for comfortable walking and shorts underneath for any possible fighting, it was a perfectly simple but classy look for touring gardens and shopping.

Chloé pounded around the door. “We have to go or they’ll leave you again!”

Marinette yelped and grabbed her purse, extra snacks for the kwamis, and ran to the door. She yanked it open. “I thought we leave at nine!”

“We do,” Chloé said, examining her nails. “But this is the fastest way to ensure you’re actually ready on time. Grab your sketchbook, let’s go get breakfast.”

Marinette rolled her eyes and slipped back into the bathroom. “Let me put on my makeup first, as you ordered yesterday, your majesty.”

“Fine,” Chloé drawled. “Nice dress by the way.”

“You put it at the top of my suitcase so I’d find it immediately after refusing to wear that top, don’t lie.”

Marinette carefully applied mascara and lip gloss, but nothing else. Chloé would have to fight her if she wanted anything else extra, possible soulmate meeting or not.

“I know you, Dupain-Cheng,” Chloé sneered from where she settled on the bed. She was soundly ignored in favor of Marinette actually gathering up her sketchbook and pencils.

“Alright, breakfast?”

Chloé stood back up with a huff. “Took you long enough.”

“It’s barely been two minutes,” Marinette slipped her key card into her purse and closed the door. “Do you think they’ll have those sad croissants again? I might have to step back into their kitchen myself.”

They did in fact have the sad croissants, which barely deserved the name of Marinette was being honest. But they ate and made it onto the bus before anyone else, and as everyone trickled on, Marinette kept a good headcount.

“Where’s Lila?” She realized when Alya stepped on last, her new best friend nowhere to be seen.

Alya threw her a heavy glare. “Like you need to ask.”

Ah. Marinette drooped a bit. “I’ll go check her room, make sure she knows we’re leaving.”

Mme. Bustier nodded absentmindedly, looking at her clipboard. Alya and a good portion of the class kept up their angry glances at her. Chloé gave her a look.

“This is another ploy and you know it.”

“It’s my responsibility,” Marinette sighed under her breath. And then she got off the bus, checked the dining room and the lobby restrooms, before heading up the stairs to where they were staying on the eighth floor.

Predictably, Lila was not in her room. And equally predictably, the bus was not waiting for her when she returned. She sighed and brought out her phone for directions to the gardens. A text from Chloé confirmed exactly what had happened.

Eight blocks wasn’t bad.

She started out, memorizing the route and the street names so she wouldn’t have her head in her phone while walking through the most crime-ridden city in America.

Gotham wasn’t as beautiful as Paris, she thought, with its airy light and open airspace. But it had its own dark sort of charm, with the way the buildings seemed to swallow the sky and cocoon you. Even in daytime, the darker colors made every spot a shadow, and the gothic architecture didn’t do anything to dissuade you. The whole city was a warning sign to the dangers it held. But Marinette could also see the way people gathered in shop windows, walked holding tightly to each other. Like the akumas in Paris, the climate bred its own sort of solidarity in the people who lived here.

She made a right, and then a left, and kept walking, eyes on every alley despite being in the nicer part of town.

When she finally made it to the gardens, the bus wasn’t there. Checking her phone again revealed that Lila, not done being a bitch for the day, had convinced Mme. Bustier to switch their time slots for the garden and shopping. And the shopping center was in the other direction from the hotel.

Almost twenty blocks away.

She sat down on a bench outside, debating with herself. Try to walk there? Get a taxi? Wait?

“You look a bit lost.”

She raised her head and pulled in a shocked breath.

He was right in front of her.

“Actually,” Marinette said calmly while the inside of her brain set fire to itself, “I don’t think I’m lost at all. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

She held out a challenging hand.

Between the vivid but short memory of running past him and the bad photos online, she’d not quite remembered what he looked like. The dark hair, tanned skin, green eyes- but now she could stare, could take in the angled brows, the slope of his nose, the way his lips were pressed tightly together.

“Damian Wayne,” he said finally, reaching out and taking her hand. The electric current burst to life under his fingers, as instead of a handshake he bent and kissed her hand, like how Adrian used to flirt with her as Chat Noir.

The back of her knuckles where his lips brushed buzzed.

Ah. So it was to be an actual challenge, then.

She stood up as he released her hand, smoothing out the dress before very delicately taking his arm, and she couldn’t help but be pleased at the way his lips twitched against his blank expression. He automatically compensated, extending his arm appropriately for her to take a position at his side. “I don’t want to assume, but I had intended to tour the gardens. Would you join me?”

He secured her hand firmly within the crook of his arm, gentleman-like, and started leading her in. “It would be my pleasure, Miss Dupain-Cheng.”

The point of connection was electric, but it slowly died to a low, warm hum between them, bursting momentarily whenever their shoulders brushed or she rearranged her grip as they started to walk.

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Jungkook X Reader ~ As Cold As Ice [Request]

➳➳A/N: To start this off I do not condone cheating at all, as I know how much that hurts (Hurts like a buttcheek on a stick) but I really did love the idea of this being a fic and so here it is. Hope this okay to the lovely anon that requested it

➳➳Word Count: 4,925

➳➳Warnings: This all angst, mentions cheating on a relationship and name calling

 ➳➳Genre: ANGST. It’s literally all angst…and maybe like a tiny little bit of fluff

➳➳Pairing: Yoongi X Reader X Jungkook

You were clutching on the envelope with your results inside, you'd been waiting for them for ages and you were too nervous to open them on your own, you thought about who you could call to ask to be there with you while you checked, there was your boyfriend of a year Yoongi but he'd been acting odd with you for the last three weeks so you stopped yourself from ringing him, when people questioned you on why you were together with Yoongi when he was so cold you told them it was because you loved each other which was true...or at least you thought it was. Back when you first started dating Yoongi he was different, he was this sweet and kind guy who was nervous around you but lately he was different, he started being cold towards you, giving you the cold shoulder, ignoring you for long periods of time, being rude to you and you figured it was just because of the comeback that was stressing him out but as more time passed and the comeback came and went you realised it just wasn't true, the comeback had come on the second week of him acting off with you and he was still being cold towards you so you tried your best to change it, you were going to do anything to bring back the Yoongi you knew well and loved so much but it was as if he was gone and replaced by someone that walked and talked like Yoongi but was a robot, didn't care about anything. You glanced at the phone again and debated calling his band member Jungkook, you were both the same age and had a lot in common and since Yoongi had been getting distant you found yourself closer to the youngest member but you knew he would be gaming at the dorms and wouldn't hear his phone if it rang, you groaned to yourself deciding you would meet Jungkook at the dorms to open the results with him.

After multiple times of having to stop yourself from opening the results on the journey to the dorms, you finally arrived and knocked on the door Jin greeting you with a hug as he spotted you.

"What are you doing here?" He questioned with a smile, happy to see you around for once. You'd stopped going around to the dorms since Yoongi was being distant but you wanted to share this moment with him, he knew how important your college work was to you and you thought if he saw how well you were doing he would be happy for you.

"I came to see Yoongi, I have my results." One of the bedroom doors opened and you looked up to see Tae and Jungkook coming out, pushing each other playfully, you assumed they'd just finished some sort of game in their room and Jungkook spotted you and then the envelope in your hand.

"You got them?!" He yelled moving away from Tae and coming to your side, he seemed more excited about the results than you did but you nodded trying to match the excitement he was radiating but it was hard to keep up with him, especially when Yoongi came out of his room to see what all of the noise was about.

"Hi baby," You greeted but he just sent you a small smile and leant against the wall watching you and Jungkook interacting, rolling his eyes as this took longer than he wanted.

"Open them!" Jin yelled joining in on the excitement you giggled opening the brown envelope and reading through the first couple of lines,

"Oh no, that's not a happy look...It's okay you'll get it next time." Jungkook said as you faked being sad about the result.

"I got an A!" You yelled showing him the paper and giggling as Jin picked you up spinning you around as if you were a toddler who'd come home from her first day at school.

"An A! That's fantastic!" Jungkook yelled hugging you, you smiled brightly at all of the boys who came over to congratulate you and then sent Yoongi a small smile you knew he wasn't one for massive amounts of affection in front of people and he'd been odd so you didn't know if he was going to hug you but his eyes met yours and he came over to you, you stood still not knowing what to expect and he took the paper from your hands, reading through it and handing it back to Jungkook.

"So what? It's just a piece of paper, it means nothing." You felt your heart crack a little at how cold he was with you and he walked out of the living room going back to his bedroom,

"I'm going to cook a celebratory dinner," Jin said looking at Namjoon who was nodding in agreement both of them going into the kitchen you sent Jimin, Jungkook and Tae a fake smile you didn't know if you were supposed to go and see Yoongi so you walked over to the door, knocking softly,

"Go away." You lowered your head and walked away from the door, going to find Jungkook and give him some excuse as to why you were going home.

"Tell Jin I said thanks but I'm going home, extra studying for another test." You lied looking at the floor as you spoke, you could never lie to Jungkook he'd known you too long but he nodded.

"I'll walk you out." You nodded and walked with him out of the dorms and onto the street, you kept your head down as you walked in silence, you were at the end of the garden when he said something to you,

"How do you do it?" You frowned turning to look up at him, one eyebrow raised as he looked down at you with a sad look,

"How do I do what?" You questioned,

"Pretend you're okay." You laughed softly at him, you were fine what was he talking about?

"I'm not pretending..."

"Yes you are, every single day and it breaks my heart." You looked at him and then over to the front door of the dorms, you knew he was talking about Yoongi. Jungkook had noticed how he was being with you as well, they all had but none of them said anything because they didn't want to involve themselves in your love life but it started to bother the youngest when he noticed that whenever Yoongi said something cold to you he could see your heartbreak, could see your world shatter around you little by little and he wanted to comfort you.

"I know he's my friend and we're in a band together but it isn't right that he treats you like that, you need to be treated like royalty," Jungkook whispered running his hand over your cheek, you stared up at him getting lost in his eyes as you did so.

"He loved me once..." You whispered looking at the floor again, not daring to look up at Jungkook anymore, you'd never noticed how pretty his eyes were before.

"It's just stress, he'll be back to normal in no time." You whispered trying to convince Jungkook but Jungkook saw straight through that,

"Are you trying to convince me or you with that lie." You scoffed and kicking a stone on the floor,

"I have to go, tell the boys I said bye." You whispered leaving the gates and going to grab a taxi home.

A month had passed since that night and for a while, things seemed to be getting Yoongi started to talk to you again and you were going out together, spending time in the studio and tonight you'd been out on a date together, you'd gotten dressed up in his favourite coloured dress, done your makeup and hair how he used to like it when you first started dating and you thought he would like it but you could tell something was bothering him, he was being distant again as you sat together at the table, you tried to question him on it but he told you it was nothing he was just tired from work and you left it at that but the drive back to your apartment was filled with tension, it was so thick you could cut it with a knife so you tried to lighten the mood by asking him about work but that only seemed to make it worse.

"I don't want to talk about it." He grumbled as you entered your apartment, you kicked off your shoes going to make a drink for you both when his hands snaked around your waist, pulling you into his arms he started kissing your neck, it felt good to have him back to normal and you giggled softly as he sucked along the base of your neck.

"Yoongi," You moaned as he pushed you against the wall, you hadn't been together like this in months, you pulled him closer to you again and kissed him smirking against his lips as he ground his hips against you,

"Fuck," He groaned as you dropped to your knees in front of him, you started to undo his jeans but he pulled you back up rubbing himself through his jeans and pushing you up the stairs towards your bedroom,

"Yoongi you never turn down a-" He cut you off by kissing you as he pushed you through the bedroom door, kicking it shut and laying you down on the bed, he pulled away from you and kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of hickeys on his way.

"Wait, Yoongi what about-" He pulled away and sighed,

"For the love of God, shut up." You bit down on your lip to hold back the tears that you were starting to well up and watched as Yoongi did his jeans back up and huffed at you getting ready to leave the apartment but you wanted answers.

"What did I do to you to make you hate me so much?" You questioned as you standing on the landing of your apartment, he stared at you and shook his head.

"Do you really think I'm happy with you?!" He yelled causing you to flinch but you weren't going to back down from this argument, you wanted answers.

"We've been together for a while so I assumed you were..." You said slowly not knowing what he was about to do but he looked pissed off,

"I'm not! I haven't been for a while, you're so fucking clueless!" He grunted going down the stairs but you followed him, no matter how much this was hurting you, you wanted to know what he was doing and where he was planning on going.

"We have to talk about this Yoongi, please." You pleaded taking his hand in yours but he stared at you interlocked fingers.

"What is this? What are we really? You can't tell me you're happy, I'm always yelling at you...Calling you names and you stay with me? Why?" Your heart, felt like it was shattering into tiny pieces right in front of you and Yoongi seemed unphased by the words he was saying.

"This isn't you Yoongi, don't do this." You whimpered as the tears started to flow but he snatched his hand from your grasp and you watched as he walked towards the front door,

"Don't you dare walk out of that door!" You yelled but he shook his head at you and pulled it open, slamming it behind him as he walked out to find his car you watched from the doorstep as he drove off without a second glance, you felt your knees starting to shake and you walked back into the house slamming the door so hard you were sure the glass inside was going to break but you were safe, it didn't.

"Fuck him!" You screamed going into the kitchen to look for a drink for yourself.

"What gives him the fucking right?!" You yelled down the phone causing Jungkook to frown, pulling the phone away from his ear and checking the caller ID and time.

"Y/n?" You hummed to him and slurred on your words,

"What gives him the right Kookie!" You screamed throwing the empty bottle of Soju onto the floor and laying your head back against the kitchen cupboard, Jungkook sat up in his bed and looked around his room for some pants to get changed into. He hadn't heard from you since that morning, you were telling him about how happy you were that you and Yoongi were going on a date and now this.

"Where are you?" He questioned coming out of his dorm room and into the halls, looking around and noticing Yoongi was home because his shoes were by the door so he knew something must have happened,

"Home." You grumbled with a pout, starting to giggle at yourself on the floor,

"I'll be right there, get some water." You hummed playfully and Jungkook hung up the phone, taking Jin's car keys and going out of the front door, locking it behind him and going towards the garage.

Jungkook walked through your apartment and found you on the kitchen floor, you were still dressed in the white floral mini dress, and he sighed taking note of the empty bottles around you and that's when you noticed him, you threw your phone away and giggle.

"Kookie!" You yelled holding out your arms for a hug but he didn't hug you, he started cleaning up the bottles so you wouldn't fall on them and hurt yourself.

"How much did you have to drink?" He groaned as you got up to hug him, jumping on his back and laying your head in his neck, he stood up straight and made sure to hold you properly so you wouldn't slide off his back.

"Not much." You lied looking around the floor and then closing your eyes,

"What happened with Yoongi?" Just hearing his name caused your heart to shatter and you sobbed into Jungkook's shoulder.

"Shh. Don't cry, it's okay." He whispered carrying you through the kitchen and towards your staircase, he was going to put you to bed and then go and clean up the kitchen. Yoongi and you would fight all the time and he knew you'd make up sooner or later, but he'd never seen you get like this afterwards, he laid you down on the bed and pulled the covers over your body.

"He said he's not happy being with me." You whispered to Jungkook looking up at him and giggling as you saw two of him instead of one.

"Both of you are adorable," You giggled holding out your hands to where the second Jungkook was hovering above you and he shook his head at you.

"Go to sleep." You nodded, your eyelids starting to feel heavier with every passing second.

"Goodnight Kookie." You whispered closing your eyes and rolling over in the bed, Jungkook sighed at the state of you and decided he was going to go and clean the kitchen and then get you some water and painkillers for the morning, you were going to have one hell of a hangover.

You groaned sitting up in the bed and heading down to the kitchen to see Jungkook standing there on his phone,

"Kook?" You whispered looking at him, he looked up and smiled at you.

"You've only been asleep for two hours, go back up to bed." You shook your head and looked around the kitchen, there were bottles of Soju sitting on the table and Jungkook looked like he'd been with you all night.

"When did you get here?" You grumbled going over to the sink and running the tap before making yourself a glass of water, Jungkook chuckled at you.

"You called me and I came over to check on you," Memories of earlier that night came flooding back and you remembered everything Yoongi had said to you,

"You'll make up sooner or later," Jungkook promised as if he could read your mind and what you were thinking, you swallowed the water in your mouth and shook your head.

"I don't think so Kook, you didn't see the way he- The way he looked at me and the words he said." You whimpered sitting in the chair at the table, Jungkook sat down in the one next to you and took your hand in his trying to comfort you, he'd seen you and Yoongi get through worse than this and he knew Yoongi wasn't going to just let you go like that. He would fight for you, wouldn't he?

"You should get some sleep." He whispered but you shook your head at him, you didn't think you could sleep now.

"I can't." He groaned at you and stood you up from the chair but you just flopped back down in the chair,

"I will carry your ass back up those stairs." You groaned knowing he would so you walked with him towards the staircase, he walked up with you making sure you were going to bed and not going to wait until he was gone and would just get back out.

"Sleep." He urged tucking you in and looking at you but you grabbed his hand,

"Could you stay a little bit longer with me?" He nodded and sat down next to you on the bed as you stared out of the window next to your bed,

"Am I really no good enough for him?" You whispered out of the blue, Jungkook's eyes travelled to your face and he noticed you were crying in silence, he shook his head.

"You're absolutely amazing for him, in fact, you're too good to him." He grumbled finally having enough of the pity party you were throwing for yourself, you sat up in the bed and faced Jungkook, both of you inches away from one another.

"You really think so?" He nodded at you and reached his hand out to tuck your hair behind your ear, rubbing his thumb along your cheek and letting his hand stay there for longer than he probably should have done, you stared into his eyes. You hadn't looked at him like this since that first night when he asked if you were okay with pretending to be okay and you noticed his eyes were just as pretty, if not more than they were that night. He stared back at you and his eyes flicked to your lips biting on his own as he thought about nothing but kissing you, then it happened. It came out of nowhere, he was kissing you his hand clasped gently on the back of your head, pressing softly and your hands were in his hair as you pulled him closer to you.

"S-Sorry." You whispered as you pulled away from him both of you instantly feeling guilty about it but wanting more at the same time, he stared at you his hand still resting against the back of your head.

"Is it bad that I want to do it again?" He questioned moving his hand to his lap and staring at you as you stared back at him.

You and Jungkook continued meeting in secret every night that week, you felt guilty about it of course because you loved Yoongi with everything in your body and Jungkook felt guilty about going behind his friends back to see you but was it cheating? Yoongi had practically ended the relationship when he told you he wasn't happy with your relationship anymore, and how you didn't make him happy before he left...He hadn't called or text you to apologise so did you have anything to feel guilty for? Were you even still together after the fight you had? You and Jungkook hadn't really done anything except the occasional kiss and cuddle on the sofa, both of you feeling too guilty to take it any further than that, Jungkook liked the idea of being able to look after someone and you liked the fact that someone was finally paying attention to you, you both knew what it was and that it meant nothing but at the same time, it meant everything because you should have been doing this with Yoongi and not one of his best friends.

"We have to tell him." You whispered to Jungkook as you stood in the dorms, the boys were throwing a party to celebrate hitting number one in over 50 countries and they'd invited you along and you didn't think it would be a good idea to go but Jungkook was insisting it would be a good idea, convincing you to get dressed up and meet him at the dorms but now you were standing there as loud music played and Yoongi stood across the room talking to Namjoon and Jimin about something, the guilty feeling was back and it was crushing you.

"We can't tell him now," Jungkook whispered to you looking as you stared over at Yoongi, there was no lying about who you loved in the room and you and Jungkook both knew you were still head over heels in love with Yoongi but you knew once he knew about what happened with Jungkook he would never be the same, your mind was dashing between everything,

"We can't tell him ever." You told yourself and Jungkook less than five seconds later, you didn't want to risk them falling out over you because you weren't worth the band falling apart.

"Y/n." You shook your head at him and turned to look up at Jungkook,

"We have to stop. We stop, I stop seeing you both and that's it. I'm out of your lives for good." You whispered putting down the glass you were holding and walking towards the bathroom going to wash up before you left the party, it was almost over anyway and the place was emptying, the only people left were you and the rest of the boys who were starting to clean up.

 You came out from the bathroom to see Jungkook waiting for you with sad eyes,

"What are you doing here?" Yoongi questioned spotting you as you came down the hallway to meet Jungkook, Yoongi had seen you all night but he ignored you wanting to see if you would go to him he watched as Jungkook's arm slipped protectively around your waist and how your body relaxed against his touch instead of tensing up and he stared at your faces,

"You're cheating on me?!" He yelled, the music in the house stopping and everyone fading out of the hallway, piling into the kitchen and letting whatever was about to unfold, unfold.

"No Yoongi, I'm not cheating. To cheat you have to be in a relationship together and you made it clear the other night we weren't together." You spat at him, all of your feelings rushing to the surface as you saw him, he laughed at you cockily and you shook your head.

"I never made you happy remember." You grumbled at him looking around the dorms for your jacket but you couldn't see it anywhere.

"So you hopped into the bed of the nearest rich person you see?" You ignored his comment, he did that a lot when you used to fight, he would call you a gold digger, claiming you were only with him for his money when you weren't,

"Leave it, man, she's just leaving," Jungkook said trying to calm Yoongi down but it wasn't going to work, nothing calmed him down when he was mad and you thought Jungkook would have known better since he'd lived with him for so long, but Yoongi shook his head at you both laughing to himself. He grabbed the drink closest to him and threw it against the apartment wall, you screamed dashing over to the front door to move away from him, he continued smashing up bottles on the countertops in the living room, Jin came into the living room to see you on the floor and rushed to your side as he saw you crying out for them to stop. Jungkook saw how much it was hurting you to see Yoongi like this and he felt his blood boil, knowing how much you still cared for someone who so clearly didn't care about you, he tried to stop Yoongi pulling on his shoulder to move him away from the bottles on the drawers in the living room but Yoongi shoved him away yelling at him to leave him alone, turning his attention to you and shaking his head as he looked you up and down, Jin tried to get you to stand up but you were too scared to move from your place on the floor.

Jungkook grabbed Yoongi in a bear hug from behind in an attempt to stop him from doing anything he would regret later as he picked up another empty bottle of soju. Yoongi started laughing at his weak attempt to stop him, you stared at Jungkook looking at the upset look on his face, he looked as though he was in pain despite nothing hitting him, Yoongi shouldered him against the wall next to the kitchen door stumbled backwards and cocking his lip at him, as if to say

''Try that shit again,'' Jungkook groaned out as he hit his side on the wall, but he wasn't going to stop defending you, Yoongi turned to look at you and shook his head as he looked you up and down, you knew a comment was coming so you braced yourself for it,

"It's whatever Jungkook, you keep her, she's useless anyway. She's nothing but a slut," He spat at you shaking his head as you cried silently, Jin tried to stop Jungkook but it was too late, Jungkook forced himself away from the wall and punched Yoongi in the mouth making him stumble backwards against the floor, looking up at the youngest boy he spat blood out of his mouth onto the floor.

"You're defending the slag?!" Yoongi yelled only making Jungkook angrier as he spat out insults in your direction, Jungkook had enough and grabbed Yoongi around the waist to try and push him down onto the floor again but Yoongi threw Jungkook onto the ground next to the sofa making him bang his side against the wooden panel, Jungkook grunted as he tried to stand back up, he glanced over at you as you stared up at Yoongi who was staring down at you he grabbed a wooden dining chair and picked it up and Jungkook in too much pain to move and he felt his heart crush at the thought of Yoongi going to hit you, Jin tried to stop Yoongi but all Yoongi did was throw the chair against the mirror above you, and it was as if everything was moving in slow motion as you stared at the broken glass showering down around you, as time caught back up to you Jin took Yoongi by the arm and pulled him towards the bedrooms, locking him one of the rooms and Namjoon came out of the kitchen and looked at you and Jungkook.

"Get them to a hospital, I think Jungkook might have broken a rib," Jin grunted as he heard Yoongi smashing up the bedroom, you looked at Jungkook sadly and then over at Namjoon who was staring between you both, you knew what he was thinking, you knew what they were all thinking because you were thinking the same thing. How could you do that to Yoongi? But you hadn't done anything, you weren't together anymore.

"He still loves you," Namjoon mumbled as you walked out of the house, both of you helping Jungkook into the car.

"He's got a fucking funny way of showing it." You grumbled putting the seatbelt on Jungkook and looking over at the house, Yoongi was standing in his bedroom window looking down at you with sad eyes, but as soon as he saw you looking he walked away shaking his head.

"He was going to come and see you after tonight, say sorry for everything. He's just been stressed out." You shook your head, you knew the whole journey was going to be Namjoon coming up with excuses for Yoongi had done and all of the things that would have been if he'd come to see you and you didn't want that.

"I feel fine. Jungkook I'll see you around." You whispered shutting the door on him, you didn't want to hear protests from either of them and Namjoon wasn't going to bother giving you any protests anyway.

"If you leave, don't bother coming back." You stopped at the gate and turned around to look at Namjoon,

"I won't." You promised, starting your walk home in the middle of the night but you didn't care, it would give you time to think about everything you'd done. You knew Jungkook and Yoongi would make up once Yoongi was sober and Jungkook was over his bruised ego but there was no going back for you and you knew it was for the best, you couldn't be in a relationship with Yoongi the way he treated you and you couldn't be with Jungkook because of how much shit he would go through. His life with the boys was more important than your love life and you weren't going to let him throw everything away for you.

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[mistymazzello]

Illicit Affairs | part two

Joe Mazzello x Reader

summary-Y/N, a failing actress in New York City, is offered an internship as Joe Mazzello’s assistant on the set of a movie. Her seemingly small crush on her boss could get her into trouble, but what does she have to lose?

word count- 2.3k

warnings- cussing

part one

based on illicit affairs by taylor swift

There was still one week left until shooting started, and you spent everyday at the office preparing. Filing papers, making phone calls, running around so that Joe could stay sane. On a particularly windy morning, the August heat still relentless, you jogged into the office building, three coffees in hand. 

You smiled a good morning at one of the writers as you passed, stepping out of the elevator. Hair covered half of your face from the harsh wind as you walked towards Joe’s office. You pushed it out of your face with your free hand as your heels lightly clicked against the tile floor. 

You gave one of the coffee’s to Julia, the producer who you had met on your first day. “Thank you, my love.” She blew you a kiss. You had recently learned she was 63, and had been producing movies since the 70s. She’s also one of the coolest people you’ve ever met.

The second coffee went to the head writer, who looked as if he’d been there all night. He seemed especially thankful for it.

“You’re late.” Beck said, catching up to walk beside you.

With furrowed eyebrows, you checked your watch. “I’m 3 minutes early?”

“Okay well, I’ve been here for 15 minutes. If you’re not 5 minutes early, you’re late.” He huffed. 

Doing nothing but shaking your head to avoid from telling Beck to fuck off, you arrived at Joe’s door.

“Who’s that coffee for?” Beck questioned sternly.

You finally stood still, turning towards Beck. “Joe.”

He looked mad. “How’d you know his coffee order?”

You raised your eyebrows. “I asked him.” 

He scoffed. Opening the door, you stepped inside, once again adjusting your hair that had been tangled by the wind.

“Mornin’ boss.” You said, walking over to Joe’s desk to set the coffee down.

“Hey kid.” He smiled. “Morning Mr. Beck.”

“Good morning Mr. Mazzello.” Beck straightened his posture. 

After some friendly conversation, Joe explained that he had a meeting with all of the costume and makeup people for the movie. “I need one of you to come with me to hand stuff out and keep track of things for me.”

“”I will.” Beck volunteered before you could even think to say anything.

“Ah Beck, ever eager.” Joe sighed.

He turned to you. “Then you, I’ll just need you to answer some emails for me. Just get to whatever ones you can get to.” He said.

“Okay.” You smiled as he and Beck headed towards the door.

“You’re a peach.” He winked before leaving.

You couldn’t help but smile smally, your cheeks pink as you crossed to the other side of the desk to sit at his desk where his laptop was. You read and responded to emails for a while, your chin set in your hand. 

Something you loved about this job was that no matter how boring or mundane a task was, you always found it enthralling. You got to answer the emails of a Hollywood director, who everyone seemed to be trying to get in contact with. When you print off papers for 20 minutes, it’s exciting because you’re printing off new pages of a script that hardly anyone has read yet. Being an intern was fun, but being Joe’s intern was incredible.

You didn’t think there was a single person in this office who didn’t find Joe handsome and charming and funny, so you tried not to fret when you had these feelings all of the time. 

Joe thought you were adorable. Amazingly pretty, sweet, sarcastic. He assumed the same that you assumed about him, that he shouldn’t worry that he thinks this because he was sure that everyone else did too.

Joe and Beck came back into the office, chatting about something that had to do with the casting director. You finished up the email you’d been writing and stood up from Joe’s seat.

“I hope you didn’t go snooping around in my computer.” He joked.

“Nope, just read all of your personal emails from your family and dug through your photos. You now, normal intern stuff.” You smiled.

Joe cackled. “Nothing I wouldn’t expect from you.”

The rest of the day was similar to that morning, the whole day packed with meetings. Beck had to leave to deliver some papers (you thought it was the refined script) to someone across town, because apparently they were too top secret to be sent by email.

As you were typing out a schedule for hair and makeup, Joe poked his head in the office. 

“Hey, kid?” He asked softly.

“Hm?” You looked up.

“Would you mind coming to this meeting with me? You won’t have to do much, I just want someone to go with me.” He said.

“Oh, yeah sure.” You shut your laptop and stood up to follow him. 

“Why do you want someone to come with you?” You asked quietly as the two of you walked down the hallway. 

Joe stopped outside of the conference room. “Because I fucking hate this guy.”

You laughed lightly.

“Pretend I never said that.” He followed up.

You pretended to zip and lock your lips. He laughed, shaking his head.

The meeting was rather boring, but you understood why Joe hated this guy. He was loud and rude and screamed snobby rich dude. Joe gave you a couple of “I’m so sorry.” glances throughout, but you just gave him some sympathetic smiles back, because you weren’t the one who had to talk to him.

Still, Joe hadn’t mentioned anything about the subway. You were relieved to say the least, hoping that he had forgotten about it. You assumed that if he knew it was you, he would’ve said something over the last 3 weeks.

It was getting dark out by the time Joe said that you and Beck could leave. As you began to step out of his office, offering him a “Bye, Joe.”, he stopped you. Beck had already walked out, and you tilted your head as you stepped back into his office.

“God, I feel like such an old person asking this, but can you help me with something on my computer? I can’t figure out how to download this video that marketing wants me to watch.” He sighed.

“Oh, yeah, of course.” You smiled.

“You're a lifesaver.” He said, rolling his chair back so you could lean over his computer.

It took a matter of seconds for you to figure it out, explaining it to him as you went. 

“Oh, well now I just feel stupid.” He sulked.

You giggled. “It’s okay. Do you know how many times a day I feel stupid around you? I had no idea what you guys were talking about in that meeting today.” You turned around to lean your thighs against his desk and face him. 

He leaned back in his chair. “I never know what that fucking guy is talking about.” He sighed. It was quiet for a moment. “I’m sorry if he made you uncomfortable. He’s just a dick, and I have to listen to him.”

You nodded. “It’s okay. I have a feeling I’m going to have to deal with a lot more guys like him if I’m going to be a part of this industry. It’s best if I practice not telling him to go fuck himself now.”

Joe tipped his head back and laughed. “God, you have the best attitude.” He smiled.

It was quiet again as the two of you smiled, looking at the ground. The room that was usually lit up by the sun outside was now lit up by a single lamp on the desk, along with the city lights through the floor to ceiling windows on the far wall.

Joe looked up at you, the orange glow from the lamp casting a light over your face as you looked at the ground. 

He sighed, then sat up straight in his chair. “Okay, well, I’ll let you go home now. I have a ton of shit to do and you’re probably dead tired.”

“Well do you need help with anything?” You asked immediately.

“No, no. It’s nothing really business related and again, you’re probably dead tired.” He shook his head.

“Are you sure? I really don’t mind. My whole job is to make sure you’re not overwhelmed.” you said.

He breathed out and bit his inner cheek. “Well, if you really want to, I have a few errands I have to run, so if you wanted to pick up my dry cleaning and bring it to my apartment, it would save me like an hour.”

“Yeah, I could totally do that.” You shrugged.

“You’re literally an angel, Y/N.” He eulogized. He dug into his bag and pulled out a key. “This is my spare. When you drop off the clothes, just set it on the table. And don’t rob my house.”

“Aw, I can’t even look for a safe?” 

Within 15 minutes, you were picking up Joe’s dry cleaning. The city was in full swing as you took a taxi across town, the lights outshining the moon by a mile. You unlocked Joe’s door and stepped inside, the apartment pitch black as you searched for a light switch, overwhelmed by the scent Joe carried with him at all times. Musky and expensive, but at the same time incredibly comforting. The exact scent of the jacket he had given you. You turned the lights on and walked further into the apartment, looking around. There were papers scattered across the coffee table in the living room, and tons of pictures hanging on the wall. You didn’t want to snoop-no, you weren’t going to snoop. You walked swiftly past the photos on the wall, only catching a slight glimpse of a picture of him and an older woman, presumably his mom.

Debating where to put the clothes, you figured it made sense to hang them in his closet. The scent got stronger as you stepped down a hallway, peeking your head into each of the rooms, trying to find his bedroom. It was at the end of the hallway, and you tried your hardest not to look around while you were walking across the room to his closet, but some things were inevitable to see. The room was clean, unorganized, but still clean. The bed was unmade. More pictures covered the wall, and this time, you let yourself take a glance. Most of them were him and his family. It made you crack a smile, the thought of Joe being a family man.

You hung the clothes in the closet quickly and turned back around, ready to leave, when an orange and white cat ran past your feet and jumped onto his bed. You flinched and then laughed. “Kitty, you scared me.” You said softly, walking over to the bed and reaching out your hand.

The cat nuzzled its face against your knuckles and you giggled lightly. 

“She’s not like that with most people.” A voice said from behind you. 

“Jesus!” You jumped, turning around to see Joe in the doorway. “You scared the shit out of me!”

“You’re in my house!” He laughed.

“Sorry, I just… Sorry. I promise I wasn’t snooping around or anything I was just, I’m so sorry.” You rambled, suddenly flustered by the fact that you were in your boss’ bedroom. You sighed. “I was hanging up your clothes and-”

“Y/N, kid, I don’t care.” He laughed.

You took a deep breath and put your face in your hands. “I’m sorry.” You chuckled.

He came over and sat at the end of the bed by you, his cat immediately crawling into his lap. “I meant what I said though, she’s usually mean to new people.” He said, petting his cat softly.

You sat down next to him, reaching your hand over to pet her as well. “What’s her name?”

“Ronnie. I originally thought I was getting a boy cat so I picked out that name, I got it from the movie ‘Can’t Buy Me Love’, but then they told me last minute I was getting a girl. So I guess she’s just a girl named after a boy.”

“Mm.” You hummed “Never seen it.”

His hands froze. “You’re kidding.”

“No, I’ve never seen it.” You giggled.

He gasped. “Y/N, are you fucking serious? You’ve never seen Can’t Buy Me Love? That’s like, a staple movie of American Cinema!”

You laughed a little harder. “I’ve just never really got around to it, I guess?”

He scoffed and began laughing too. “That’s ridiculous. I’m forcing you to watch it sometime. Sometime before shooting ends, that’s my goal. We have to culture you.”

“You’re my boss, I guess I have to agree.” You said.

“Mhm. Exactly.” He said, his eyes twinkling.

Ronnie crossed over to your lap and laid down. Joe scooted closer to you to continue scratching her head, unintentionally pressing his thigh against yours.

You tried to keep your breathing steady as you stared down at the cat, doing everything you could to distract yourself from Joe, who seemingly paid no mind to your closeness.

A quiet fell over the room as you both silently pet his cat. It was a comforting scene.

Ronnie, who had seemed to start more than one problem tonight, decided to stand up, stretch, then jump off your lap, trotting out of the room. Now, there you sat, right next to Joe.

He looked up at you, like he had just now realized how close he was to you.

“I should… probably go.” You said quietly. He nodded and you stood up, making a beeline for the door. 

“Bye, Y/N, thanks for picking up my dry cleaning.” He spoke dryly.

You turned and rested your hand against the doorway to his room. “Goodnight Joe.”

You could’ve thrown up as you took the elevator down to the first floor. Here you are, just about 3 weeks into your first job, and you almost truly, royally fucked things up. 

Maybe, you thought, you were thinking too far into things. That things hadn’t crossed over a professional line, that all you really ever did was pet his cat and talk about a stupid movie. 

As Joe heard you walk out his front door, he flopped back onto his bed, covering his face with his hands, the same thought process as you going through his mind.

“Fuck.” He groaned. 

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[bangchanshehe]

Play With Me pt. 5

Summary:You had a one sided love with your best friend Taehyung, but Jungkook was pursuing his one sided love for you. One night of sexual frustration causes for your relationships with one another turn upside down.

Jungkook X Taehyung X OC

All of the members and staff immediately got back to work, taking shot after shot of Taehyung and checking the images on the display LED to make sure that they captured the perfect image before moving on. As you walked closer to the set you noticed the image board, and editors going through each member’s images to find the perfect one. The board was dark, but bright at the same time and the boy’s each brought their own flare and mood to the set.

For instance, Yoongi was already pretty dark and serious so his images came out extra well since that was already the mood of the set. Namjoon seemed handsome and noble standing and sitting in straight and upright poses. Hoseok seemed sad almost, as if he was tired and exhausted. Jin seemed mysterious and strong as he posed in more dark and abandoned places. Jimin seemed lustful as he posed in different poses that elongated his body and glared at the camera as if it were his prey. Jungkook seemed like the bad boy next door who hung out in dangerous places for fun. And as you looked at Tae’s incoming images you took a deep breath.

Tae had a bored look on his face, but with his dark hair and the dark backgrounds he looked like he belonged there. The other members somehow took the mood of the set and made it into something of their own, but Tae seemed to really cling onto and own the darkness theme of the shoot.

You looked up at him and gave him a small reassuring smile but being the professional that he was he gave you a glance and continued his photoshoot flawlessly. You crossed your arms over your chest and watched but were shortly interrupted by Jungkook who stood next to you anxiously.

“everything okay?” he asked about tae

You turned to him and gave him a small smile and then glanced away, feeling shy about the debauchery that just occurred in the van. “everything is great. We talked things through and he’s hanging on” you answered

Kook nodded his head and eyed Tae up and down before he turned to do the same to you. You met his gaze as his eyes swept up your body and you gave him an awkward smile, trying to avoid suspicion.  But instead of saying anything kook just smiled at you before turning back towards tae.

You let out a quiet breath, happy that you did not have to make up a lie or try to hide what had happened. And hopefully you never would have to, if the two of you were careful enough.

“so how was work?” Kook asked you without turning to look at you

“it was good, we were pretty busy which made the day go by pretty fast.” You answered “how were your schedules? Are you tired yet?” you asked him with a smile and he finally turned to look at you

“they were fine…. Just the same old thing.” He said with a smile that almost looked sad

“are you starting to get burnt out on things?” you asked him quiet enough that only he would be able to really hear the two of you speaking

He let out a deep breath and shook his head “not necessarily burnt out per-say” he started “I guess I’m just ready for the next chapter to start.”

“the next chapter?” you asked him confused on what he meant.

He looked at you with slightly panicked eyes for a moment but then hid it well with a small smile. You couldn’t tell if he was in some sort of trouble or if he was having issues with dealing with everything, but the way that his smile never reached his eyes bothered you.  You looked his face over for a moment, hoping to find some sort of sign but his makeup and hair, hid all of his pores and wrinkles let alone any signs of stress.

You looked down at the ground for a moment debating if you should ask him any more questions. Sure…things between you were starting to take a turn, but at the end of the day you were still a friend to Jungkook and whatever was bothering him made you concerned. However, you still understood that whatever was going on with him might not be something that he wanted to share with you right now. So in an effort to respect that you dropped the topic.

“so what are we going to do tonight?” you asked him with an amused smile

He finally gave you what looked like an honest smile and shrugged “I don’t know we can do whatever we want. After this is done I’m completely free” he answered

You looked around, but not staring at anything in particular as you considered what you wanted to do. “are you hungry?” you asked him

He nodded “should we go eat some bbq?” he asked “or maybe sushi?”

You were about to speak up when he continued listing off more food, not even giving you the chance to speak for yourself. You gave him a look of shock and amusement as he continued, and you were almost sure that by now he was just listing different types of food.

“or Chinese, or Thai food sounds good. Or we could even just have dessert for dinner if you wanted.” He said finally bringing his long list to a close.

“I’m pretty much okay with anything. We can go eat whatever sounds good to you.”

He was about to answer you when a hair and makeup coordinator came over to Jungkook and asked him to follow her to her workstation. He turned to give you a small apologetic look and then immediately went back into good idol mode.

You watched as she signaled something to him as they were walking and when they reached the station he easily picked up the makeup chair and hauled it over to a van where they were packing up things and preparing to leave. You smiled at the sight of him helping and some of the other members selflessly joining in to help with the cleanup. It was something that you even admired about the boys. They didn’t act like they were the celebrities that they were. They never behaved like they were better than any one person or deserved more.

After a few more shots of Tae the photographer stopped to look at his images and discussed with tae about a few of the images, pointing up and down and sometimes at another members’ images. They nodded and headed back to the set and tae immediately got into each pose and moved from stance to stance at lightning speed, trying their hardest to finish a little bit faster.

A few more flashes from the camera, and you could see the tense muscles in tae’s face and body completely relax as if he had been holding in a deep breath. The photographer checked his LED and then let out a loud comment “set’s a wrap” signaling to everyone that they were done.

Tae immediately bowed to the cameraman and the rest of the crew and apologized and thanked them for their hard work. Shortly after the other members had said their thank you’s and the entire crew was packed up and ready to go home after a long day’s worth of work.

The boys were walking towards you to get to their team van and all of them stopped around you.

“thanks for helping tae today!” jin said with a  small, appreciative smile.

“its no problem, I’m happy I could help” you replied hoping that your cheeks weren’t turning bright red.

“what are your plans for the rest of the night?” Jimin asked you and you smiled and looked over to Jungkook

“We’re going to dinner” Jungkook said only loud enough for the group to hear, so that the managers wouldn’t try to stop you two from going out.

The boy’s ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ and you nodded your head in confirmation, but hearing silence from tae you glanced at him to be met with a cold and empty glare.

“oh, are you coming back with us then?” jimin asked

“yeah, I had to use all my money on a taxi to get here” you admitted with a sad face

The boys continued on with the conversation as they waited for their managers to finish up their final conversations, but their voices were drowned out by the feeling of the boys looking at you and each other.

“ready?” one of the managers said

“READY!” the rest of the boys replied in unison

They each turned to their vans and piled in leaving you tae and kook standing outside of the two vans. The boys looked at you eagerly waiting for you to choose who you would leave with. You eyed the both of them and then turned to Tae.

“Since kook and I have plans I’ll go with him tonight” you explained

Tae politely gave you a smile and nodded his head, but for a split second you saw the pain in his eyes when you rejected him. And although it was over something as stupid as a seat, you knew that it hurt his feelings deep down. Especially after the two of you had finally expressed your feelings for one another earlier in the van.

Kook took your hand and pulled it slightly trying his best to politely pull you away from the conversation.

“c’mon, we still need to decide where we want to go” he said excitedly

You gave him a small smile but when you turned back around to tell tae goodnight he had already left the two of you behind to get on the bus.

  After the two of you had arrived at the dorms kook grabbed his car keys and the two of you were off to roam the streets and decide where you wanted to eat along the way.

“tell me when you see something that looks good” kook said as he carefully tried to drive and eye the business across the street

“oh! Oh! Kook just down the road there a ramen bar that I’ve been interested in going to!” you practically yelled making Jungkook laugh

“alright, we’ll go there then.” He said under his breath as if he didn’t have a care in the world where you were as long as you were happy.

He looked up and down the street for a place to park, and found a space just two blocks away from the restaurant. When he finally parked the two of you hopped out and took a deep breath of the slightly chilly night air. You could smell kimchi, liquor, grilling beef and vegetables, even the fish cakes and dishes from street vendors.

You silently started walking towards the restaurant and just appreciated the view and environment silently as you made it to your destination. But just as soon as you felt that you finally had some sort of plan, you came face to face with a ‘closed’ sign on the front door of the ramen bar.

You sighed and put your hands on your hips, silently cursing the store.

“well… what should we do?” kook asked

You turned to look up and down the street and see what your options are, but the choices were tight. Sure, there were lots of options, but it was hard to eat out when you had a superstar for a friend and could easily be exposed. Especially since you were of the opposite sex and rumors could be spread like wildfire and potentially damage his reputation and career.

“our choices look a little slim kook” you confessed to him

He looked around with you and assessed each place as if he was determining the risk that might come with each place. You could see that he was desperately trying to make things work out but he just couldn’t bring himself to risk anything.

“we can always just roam around for now and decide a little later” you offered “it’s only 7 so things are still going to be open for a while”

He nodded his head as he thought about what you said and then gestured with his head to the side telling you to walk with him on the street. You gave him a smile and followed him down the sidewalk, eyeing businesses as you passed them and cheering on buskers and talent who were playing in the roads.

You stopped by one particular group who was dancing to a BTS song and Jungkook couldn’t help but smile the entire time with genuine happiness and pride in his eyes. You had to admit that the group was doing very well but you couldn’t help but watch kook’s expression as he watched the group.

However, one group of teens had turned around and gave kook a series of glances and were whispering to each other in a way that made your heart drop down to the floor.

There was no way in hell that the two of you were going to be busted if you could help it.

#kpop #kpop series #kpop fan fic #kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #bts #bts series #bts smut #bts scenario #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts friends to lover #friendsto lovers #taehyung #taehyung series #taehyung smut #taehyung fanfictio #jungkook #jungkook series #jungkook smut #friends to lovers au #bts poly

[rwriting]

sleepover // celesgiri + naegami (dr1)

description: i was talking to a friend (the wonderful and ever talented mantis, @ohkorekiyo) about byakuya and celestia’s friendship, and this idea came to fruition! it’s a soft and light hearted pre despair high school story. this is my first time writing in a while...i hope you enjoy it! 

word count: 2k

content warnings: hmm not much? there’s fluff (in the form of both the story and a pillow fight), spoilers for kyoko (talent and gloves), and a potentially paranoia inducing ending? (being watched). it is obvious how much the writer longs for meaningful connection....

The ending bell rings, true and bright on Friday afternoon. An ending bell is often welcome, because it signals just that: an ending. But today, for four particular students at the prestigious Hope’s Peak Academy, it was not an ending but a precursor – a precursor to something wondrous and joyful and-

‘Kyoko~!’ The words came with a throwing of arms around shoulder and a nuzzle into a neck. ‘Are you writing again?’

The speaker was, naturally, Celestia Ludenberg – a girl who cut an intimidating figure unless, of course, you were her girlfriend, Kyoko Kirigiri. Two seemingly impassive, cold and emotionless figures reduced to admittedly adorable messes when in each other’s company – and they were not the only ones.

Outside of this classroom, outside of this floor, outside of this school, walking side by side – and by extension hand in hand, two figures. One of whom you’d expect this level of affection from, the other… not so much. Byakuya Togami, head usually held proud and tall was looking down, with a blushing face, at a much shorter figure. The figure, the shorter person, the boy, Makoto Naegi, looked up to see the blushing face of his beloved, only to see him turn away at the last second. A small pout on his lips, and then words.

‘You look cuter when you’re smiling at me.’ innocently and offhandedly said, but with quite a flustering effect on his partner.

‘I do not!’

‘Yeah, you do….’ and suddenly arms wrapped around the taller boy’s neck, the shorter boy on tip toes, a small kiss planted on the nose of Byakuya Togami, whose face was starting to resemble more and more the rose garden they were walking through.

How the moment would have progressed uninterrupted is but a mystery, because at that very moment the sound of a phone rang through the air, separating the two and sending hands off waists and back to pockets, where they had both received a message from one Celestia Ludenberg which read simply: ‘Be seeing you at five!’ and then the details of Kyoko’s address.

‘Come on,’ Byakuya spoke, injecting some authority into his voice, ‘we can stay at my house for a short while. And then be dropped off at Kyoko’s by car. Naught to worry about.’

‘Um, Byakuya? I don’t think I have money for a taxi…’ Makoto muttered, trying to hide his embarrassment by tilting his face to the side.

‘Don’t be foolish, Makoto. Not a taxi. A chauffeur. My chauffeur.’

‘Oh, right. Haha…’

‘Honestly!’ An exasperated sigh, a roll of dark green eyes and a small smile, hidden and kept for two.

//

‘Let me paint your nails.’

‘No.’

‘But I want to! And you’ll look even more beautiful!’

‘Flattery doesn’t work, Celeste’

‘Pity! If it were the other way round…..’

This back and forth, between these two girls, could have gone on for an infinite amount of time. But it was brought to what would either be a swift close or a pending climax by the next words said by the lavender haired detective.

‘Okay. But only if you say please.’

In that moment, so many expressions crossed Celeste’s face, that anyone who wasn’t a detective, nay, anyone who wasn’t the ultimate detective would have been bewildered. But Kyoko’s practised eyes could pick out, in order, surprise, shock, amusement, realisation and then a sort of mild annoyance that comes when the thing one desires is within reach only if one is willing to lower themselves a little further – Most people would have had no problem saying please – and Celeste usually wouldn’t – but well, being asked to say it was an entirely different matter indeed.

It was, arguably, in Celeste’s nature as the ultimate gambler to bluff and negotiate her way into preferred positions – and relationships were, by their very nature too, a compromise. But there was something about the girl you love most in the world asking you for something that changed you a little.

‘Alright then, you devious kitten.’ Celeste lowered herself into a curtsy and looked up at Kyoko with gentle eyes.  ‘Lady Kyoko of Kirigiri House – may I please paint the nails of your hands using nail polish that I’m sure is located somewhere in your room?’

‘It’s not.’ Kyoko said, unable to suppress a grin.

‘Well! No issue at all. I have 4 vials in my handbag for situations like these alone.’ And, true to her word, Celeste pulled 4 vials of nail polish from an immaculately organised handbag and placed them on Kyoko’s writing desk come dressing table – a commodity Celeste was sure she’d rectify, a mental note made to attempt to persuade Kyoko into purchasing something much more stylish.

Taking Kyoko’s hand gently in her own, her own pale complexion looking almost alien next to the dark and honeyed glow of Kyoko’s unfortunately scarred skin, Celeste began wondering how a detective – a person of a profession so usually associated with a lack of physical labour had ended up with such an unsightly injury. Not unsightly, Celeste thought to herself. the beauty of Kyoko’s hands matches that of her face, her arms, her shoulders….. Little thoughts, but thoughts that truly were the indicator of purest love.

Just as Celeste placed her brush to begin painting the Kyoko’s last finger, the door bell sounded – an annoying trill that would have distracted and startled the hand of any other than Celeste, who – to her everlasting credit – remaining entirely calm, precisely proceeding to finish the last finger, before staying her hand to seal the bottle. ‘I’ll go get the door! Can’t having you smudging your nails, especially after I’ve spent all that wondrous effort on them.’

‘You made the painting look quite easy!’

‘I meant saying please.’

‘Ah.’

‘Ah indeed. Do not move.’ The sound of gently stockinged feet pacing the landing before proceeding downstairs was found oddly soothing by Kyoko, who was examining the sparkled and glossy dark purple coat of her nails. Maybe it’s not the sound of the footsteps, but instead the knowledge of the one who is making them…..

 ‘Kyoko!’ The excited voice cutting through the serene atmosphere of Kyoko’s room, was – even without looking – easily recognisable as the voice of Makoto Naegi. He rushed forward and sat down on her bed in front of her. ‘Hi!’ His eyes scanned her room, absorbing every detail and filing them away to memory – as air headed as Makoto Naegi may have seemed, he had and observant eye and excellent instincts. ‘Your nails look so pretty! The colour suits you so much.’

Kyoko smiled – a genuine smile, once a rarity in her life but now something she was growing ever used to, and expressed her thanks. One could always be assured that when Makoto Naegi was speaking, the words were genuine. The figure in the doorway however…

‘Don’t listen to him. You look quite awful.’ The tall figure of Byakuya Togami leaned in her door frame, bearing a smile that once seemed demeaning but now - with just a little effort on Kyoko’s part – could be appreciated as… some form of endearing. The smile disappeared however, as a pair of pale hands clasped him from behind. He struggled for a brief moment before relenting, ‘Alright, alright! She looks lovely – There, I said it! Let me go this instant!’ The frantic requests were obliged and his words met from behind with a gently muffled murmur.

‘So!’ Celeste remarked, sitting on Kyoko’s bed also, and affectionately ruffling Makoto’s hair. ‘What are we to be doing on this fine eve, gorgeous hostess?’ A goofy smile from Makoto and a roll of eyes from Byakuya.

‘Isn’t obvious?’ He said, punctuating the sentence with a gently exasperated sigh. ‘I’m going to beat you at monopoly.’ The otherwise calm atmosphere shifts, with his words, almost imperceptibly to one filled with startled concern and laced with a competitive edge.

‘Well! You know… when both of you play monopoly together things can get a bit... which is to say, you’re both so good, and I don’t think it’s necessary to-’ Makoto was abruptly cut off with an owl like swivel of both of the heads of the people in question. They, together spoke in a dull, monotone unison.

‘Board. Now’

‘Well, my hands are all sticky. But hey, Makoto – I think the board is on the leftmost shelf in the spare room.’ Kyoko said, a tense and small smile overtaking her features.  

‘Top shelf or bottom shelf? Because if it’s the top one he’s going to need help reaching it.’ said Byakuya, his face describing what could only be described as cruel amusement.

‘Hey!’

‘It’s the bottom shelf.’

‘You guys….’

A scarce five minutes later, the board had been retrieved and laid neatly down. But no game had been started, as these two competitors could argue about seemingly anything.

‘Well, I want to play as the cat.’ Byakuya said, unaware of the escalation this supposedly innocuous statement would lead to.

‘You can’t play as the cat! I’m going to be the cat. I have a cat.’ Celestia responded idly, voice reaching a small height towards her last sentence.

‘Exactly!’ Byakuya pounced.  ‘How many cats do you know that own other cats?’

‘Plenty! That’s how mother cats work.’

‘Well, that’s not owning. And even then it’s debatable considering the fluid dynamics of familial structure in feline families.’

‘You’re talking to me about feline families?’ Celeste interjected, a look of mock outrage on her face, wide eyes accentuated by her precise makeup. She was about to go onto would be a spiel, predictable only in the sense that it would involve as many personal blows to Byakuya’s ego as was possible, and a myriad of cat related metaphors. Kyoko, sensing this, and desperate to prevent her sleepover from turning into a competition of who could deal the most insults, decided that now was the time to interfere.

‘Why is anyone talking about feline families, to be honest?’ Makoto shot her a thankful look. ‘Forget this – you guys are playing scrabble and whoever wins the game has won the argument. End of case’

‘Not really the civil solution I was looking for, but it’ll do....’ said Makoto, sending her a gentle smile.

‘With these two, there was never going to be a civil solution.’ The words were muttered by Kyoko, and naturally, entirely true.  

Byakuya and Celeste had locked glaring eyes on each other, before agreeing in unison that yes, scrabble would be most palatable.

Scrabble was, of course, a precursor to more of the same.

‘No. That’s not a word. Don’t think you could best me.’

‘I have no intention of besting you, Byakuya. Only beating you. And I ensure that this is, indeed, a word.’

‘See! You’re bluffing. It’s in your nature. Someone get the dictionary.’

A groan from, well, everyone, filled the room. Makoto looked at Kyoko pleadingly.

‘Please – this time, can you do it?’

‘I’m sorry Makoto,’ came the calm response, voice tinged with sadness. ‘My nails haven’t dried yet – and I don’t want to ruin my books.’

‘….Okay….’ Makoto answered softly, with seemingly no fight. As he left the room, Byakuya turned to Kyoko with a curious expression on his face.

‘Are your nails really not dry yet?’ Byakuya questioned. ‘Whenever I get my own done, it takes scarcely fourteen minutes at the absolute most.’ He paused. ‘Then again, maybe my polish is simply better than yours.’

‘Are you trying to give me even more reason to beat you at scrabble! It’s my polish and it is custom made. I won’t tolerate any of your baseless slander!’

‘I lied.’ Kyoko said, face gently blushed. ‘I just really didn’t want to have to carry the dictionary.’

As raucous laughter ensued, gently flitting out of the confines of Kyoko’s room and out of her open window, the hearts of the joyous high school students swelled with happiness and understanding. If you were standing there, you would have seen the pillow fight that came to pass, and the happiness that emanated from the whole scene. You would have heard not only the exuberant voices of the friends, but something else, like a distillation of happiness and a boisterous sort of tranquillity. And if you were the Ultimate Despair, watching eagle-eyed from a nearby apartment building, you would have heard something different entirely: potential.

#my writing #danganronpa: trigger happy havoc #danganronpa #celestia ludenberg #kyoko kirigiri #byakuya togami #makoto naegi #celesgiri #naegami #fluff #pre despair high school #pre killing game #sleepover

[smooshjames]

forget you not (v)

how come they don’t make ‘em like you, babe? (or: a night to hold on to)

word count: 3.6k

a/n: ok this is technically the final part of forget you not as it’s currently written, but i may write an epilogue if i’m feeling up to it. but either way, thank you for reading and i hope you’ve enjoyed!! as always, all songs that have been mentioned or will be mentioned are not mine; they belong to little mix. this chapter only has one, which you can listen to here. also, i have a ko-fi, so if you want / are able to buy me a coffee, i would sincerely appreciate it! alright, i believe that’s everything i need so say, so without further ado, here’s part five of forget you not. thank you againn for reading, i hope you enjoy!

warnings: more angst, Implied Sexual Content(tm)

previous parts: one, two, three, four

No one pressed you for details on your conversation with Shayne, which you were glad for. You didn’t even know what to think about it yourself, much less how to explain it to other people, even to your best friends. You went through the last event of the day in a sort of trance, barely speaking throughout the whole interview. If anyone asked you about it, you figured you could just blame it on being exhausted after a long day.

As soon as you were free, you went straight back to your hotel room and locked yourself in the bathroom for an hour so that you could shower and decompress. Once you had scrubbed all your makeup off and changed into more comfortable clothes, you came out of the bathroom and found your hotel room empty. There was a note from Carly that read the following:

Hey Buttercup,

I figured you’d want some time and space so I went over to Alexis and Piper’s room. If you want to talk, or just to have some company, feel free to come join us. We were thinking about going out for dinner so text me if you want something.

I love you. You’re the baddest bitch I ever met.

-- C

You smiled at her thoughtfulness and went to crawl into bed. You scrolled through Twitter for a while but found your eyelids growing heavier as the sun began to disappear behind the horizon. It wasn’t that late, only about eight o’clock, but between getting up early and having such an exhausting day, you soon found yourself dragged off into sleep.

You woke up around eleven, groggy and disoriented. When you sat up, you saw Carly entering your darkened room. “Hey,” you said, voice rough with sleep and disuse. “How was dinner?”

“It was good,” she said. “You feeling okay?”

You sighed. “I don’t know,” you said. You dug around in the sheets for your phone and eventually found it. It was almost dead so you went to plug it in. There were no pressing notifications; the only things of note were a text from one of your friends back home and a text from Carly, sent shortly after you’d fallen asleep, which was just her double-checking that you didn’t want anything for dinner. “I kind of feel like somebody punched through my ribcage and started squeezing my heart.”

“I think that’s called a heart attack,” Carly said, smiling. You laughed despite yourself. “In all seriousness, I don’t blame you. This weekend has been utterly insane. I’m gonna shower and get some sleep, though, okay? We need to be up early tomorrow so we can pack before we fly home.”

You nodded. She rooted around in her suitcase for a change of clothes and then disappeared into the bathroom. You considered her words. You weren’t sure if you wanted to go home the next day. You knew that if you left without seeing Shayne, your choice would be made; if you didn’t go see him tonight, you’d probably never see him again.

You made a frustrated sound in the back of your throat. You reached for your phone, found the text from him, and put the address into your GPS. It was only twenty minutes from your hotel.

After thirty or so minutes, the water in the bathroom shut off. You laid on your back and stared up at the ceiling, debating.

The lovesick teenager in you really wanted to go to him, at least so you could see him one last time before you really said goodbye. Maybe if you gave him another chance…

No. That was stupid. You had to remind yourself what happened last time; all the tears, the heartache, the pain. The only reason you got through it was Carly, and then eventually the band.

You wrote music to help yourself cope, and then you met Alexis and Piper, and everything took off from there. If you let yourself give in to the insane idea that he could magically be better this time, you were signing your own death warrant. You knew how things ended with Shayne.

You rolled onto your side so that you were facing away from Carly’s bed and looking at the window. You closed your eyes and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t. Distantly, you could hear Carly moving around the room behind you as she got ready to go to bed. You heard her covers rustling as she laid down.

You couldn’t force your brain to be quiet, and after a while, you ended up just staring straight at the radiator on the far wall of the room. Slivers of moonlight were shining through the cracks in the blinds.

Something thumped against the back of your head. You let out a yelp, surprised, and bolted upright. When you turned around, Carly was still laying down and facing away from you, but one of her pillows was on the ground between the two beds. You figured she had thrown it at you. “What was that for?” you demanded.

“You’re being too loud,” she replied. “I can’t sleep.”

“I’m not saying anything!”

She rolled over and looked at you, accusatory. “I can hear you thinking.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’ll try to quiet my thoughts down,” you said, sarcastic. You scrubbed your hands over your face, frustration causing your shoulders to draw tight and tense.

“Please do,” she replied, fake-annoyed. Her voice softened, though, as she continued: “what happened today, buttercup?”

“What do you mean?” you asked. You knew what she was talking about, but you didn’t want to face it.

She rolled her eyes. “I mean you and Shayne disappeared after the Smosh video, and you said all of about three words to anybody for the rest of the day. The girls and I were all talking about it over dinner. If he did something, we can and will make his death look like an accident.”

Again, a laugh bubbled out of you despite yourself. Carly always knew how to cheer you up. But the laugh faded quickly, and the smile not long after it. You sighed. “He didn’t do anything,” you said. “I mean, he just… he said that him and Courtney aren’t dating, and then he said that a part of him is still in love with me, and he said he doesn’t want to ‘leave things like this,’ whatever that means, so he texted me his new address and said I could come over if I wanted to. He said that he wants to talk more, but that if I don’t show up tonight then he’ll never bother me again. The most batshit crazy thing he said was that he thought I was over him. And it’s just stupid because he says he doesn’t want to leave things like this but he’s the one who ended it in the first place!”

By the end of your rant, your voice had raised in pitch and volume. You ran a hand through your hair, distressed. A tear dripped down the bridge of your nose and you wiped at it frustratedly, but with that tear, the floodgates opened. Your throat tightened and you couldn’t hold back a sob. You felt your heart, which had been so precariously stitched back together, shattering all over again.

“Oh, honey,” Carly murmured. She slid out of her bed and moved over to yours so that she could wrap you in a hug. You clutched at her shirt and let yourself be babied for a few minutes, crying weakly against her.

A part of you was disgusted with yourself. You had worked so hard to get over him, and now here you were, broken again after just one weekend. You thought that you’d given all the tears you had to give for him.

Once you had managed to calm down, Carly moved so that she was sitting next to you rather than on her knees in front of you. She kept one arm wrapped around your shoulders. “So now you don’t know if you should go or not?”

You nodded. “I know that if I don’t, if I go to the airport tomorrow and fly home… he’ll keep his promise. That was the one thing he was always good at. And I know that it’s for the best if I just let it die, but something in me doesn’t want this to be the last time we ever talk to each other. Seeing him again, I… I was so sure that I was over him. But there’s a reason I haven’t found anybody else, and the reason is that every date I go on, every guy I’m with… I compare them to him. And no one ever seems quite as good. And now he’s twenty minutes away and I can’t sleep because I just know I need to --”

You stopped short. You had finally found your answer.

“Go, Y/N,” Carly whispered.

It didn’t take more than that. You threw off your covers, grabbed your phone and wallet, pulled on the first pair of shoes you saw, and rushed down to the lobby to catch the first taxi you could find.

***

Shayne was beginning to give up hope, which was a statement, considering he hadn’t had much of that to begin with.

He ordered takeout from your favorite Chinese place. At least it had been your favorite before everything fell apart. He hoped your order was still the same. Once he had the food, he put it in the oven to keep it warm and began straightening up his apartment. He took out the trash, washed the dishes, folded and refolded the throw blanket on the couch, and halfheartedly played Animal Crossing in an effort to take his mind off of the passing minutes.

Eight o’clock came and went, and nine o’clock not long after it.

At 9:30, Shayne went to move the food from the oven to the fridge. He considered eating his but decided against it. If you showed up, he didn’t want you to have to eat alone. Besides, his nerves had completely sapped him of any appetite.

At ten o’clock, he gave up on Animal Crossing and just put on an old comedy special instead. He scrolled through Twitter but found that he wasn’t absorbing any of the words on the screen, so he put his phone down and just stared at his television without really hearing any of the jokes.

A couple of times, a car door closed outside of his apartment and he perked up, hoping against hope. But the knock on his door never came, so he sank back down into the couch and turned back to the TV, kicking himself for being so stupid. Of course you weren’t going to come.

Finally, at 11:30, he sighed and went to get ready for bed. He was halfway to the bathroom when there was a knock on the door. He froze.

“Hey, Shayne, um…” he felt like he could cry tears of joy at the sound of the voice from outside, slightly distorted through the wood of the door but definitely yours. Shayne felt like his bones were melting. “It’s Y/N, I, uh… could you let me in, please?”

He nearly broke his leg running over to the door. He cleared his throat, straightened his shirt, and opened the door. You were standing there in sweatpants and a ratty old t-shirt, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy. “Hey,” you said.

“Hi,” he said. “Um, come in, please.”

He stepped back to let you in, which you did. There was a moment of agonizing silence where you stood on his welcome mat, looking around.

“It’s nice,” you said.

“Thanks,” he said, closing the door behind you. “Um, sit down, please. Make yourself comfortable. I ordered Chinese for you if -- if you’re hungry. Or if you want water or something, I can get you some of that, too.”

“Actually, I am really hungry. I didn’t eat dinner,” you said. He felt his chest twist with worry, but he didn’t comment on it. He didn’t have the right to be worried about you. You were an adult, and you could take care of yourself.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll go heat it up.”

You mumbled an “okay” and sat down on the couch while he went into the kitchen to heat up your food. He moved through his apartment in sort of a daze, only half-aware of what he was doing.

You looked like an angel sitting on the couch when he got home. Your nose was buried in the book you’d started last week, and it must’ve been good because you seemed to be well over halfway through it. You looked up when you heard the door close and flashed him that smile that made him feel like he was going to implode with the force of his love for you. Suddenly, his palms were sweating and his heart was thundering and he couldn’t breathe.

He felt like he was in a coal mine and the canary had just dropped dead.

“Hey, babe,” you said. “How was your day?”

He barely heard the question. He walked over to the counter and braced himself against it, took a deep, shuddering breath. The ring in his back pocket suddenly weighed a metric ton. Too much; too much feeling, too much pressure. He was pretty sure this was what dying felt like.

Jesus, what was wrong with him? He had a woman behind him that was perfect in every aspect, and that fact was suddenly cloying, overwhelming. It was cold in the apartment but he shrugged his jacket off anyway. He felt shaky, unsteady.

He couldn’t do it anymore. He didn’t know why, but he felt panic welling up inside him and he knew he needed out. And then, before he could think it through, he dumped kerosene over his own life and set it ablaze with just four, stupid words.

“We need to talk.”

The microwave beeped. Shayne startled back into the present. He blinked a few times, trying to clear his head of thoughts of that night. That didn’t matter right now. What mattered was that you were sitting in the living room waiting for him, and if you were waiting for him that meant you were willing to talk. That meant he had a chance.

He returned to the living room with the food and held yours out to you, and he couldn’t help but notice the way your eyes lit up when you saw where it was from.

“No way! I haven’t had this in so long!” you said, looking between Shayne and the takeout container like he’d performed some kind of miracle.

For a split second, it was as if the last few years hadn’t happened. You tucked into your food and he did the same with his, and there were a couple of minutes where neither of you said anything. Every so often he’d sneak a glance at you, trying to commit to memory exactly what you looked like at that moment. It was edging ever-closer to midnight, and the moonlight filtering in through his blinds had haloed you in silver light. You looked ethereal and lovely and he could feel himself falling back in love with you with each passing second.

Finally, when you were done eating, you set the takeout container down on the coffee table and turned to him. He did the same. “That was really good,” you said. “Thank you.”

“No problem,” he said. “I, um… I thought you wouldn’t come.”

“In all honesty, neither did I.”

He wanted so desperately to reach for you. His fingers twitched as he fought the instinct to take your hand. He picked at a stray thread on his sweatpants in an effort to occupy his hands. “What made you change your mind?” he asked.

You sighed. “I knew that if I didn’t come tonight I would never see you again, and that was… I don’t want that.”

He hummed low in his throat, desperately trying to quell the hope welling up within him. “I don’t want that either,” he said. He couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eye. He just kept staring at the stray thread on his pants, feeling a little bit like his fingers weren’t his own. “I, um… I said this to Damien earlier, but I guess it’s probably more important that I say it to you. Letting you go was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, Y/N, and if I could go back and change that night I would in an instant.”

There was a long, agonizing moment where you didn’t say anything. He risked a glance up at your face; the silence was unbearable and he needed to get an idea of what you were thinking. Your expression was stony and unreadable. “Please say something,” he whispered. His voice was strained around the tears he was holding back.

“I loved you,” you said. Your face was still utterly unreadable. “I loved you harder and more honestly than I’ve ever loved anybody. And you… you decided that you didn’t want that. That you didn't want me. And Shayne, I wish we lived in a fairytale where everything could just be okay again, where I could just love you again without the past getting in the way, because if we did --” you stopped and took a deep breath. “After you, music became my everything. I worked myself to the fucking bone to get myself where I am, to get myself back to good. And now… now it doesn’t even matter because what the hell is the point of being good if I’m not good with you?”

“I’m sorry,” he said, because he didn’t know what else to say. “I was so utterly idiotic. I was scared and in too deep and I didn’t know what I wanted. I sure as hell didn’t know what I had. But then you were gone and for a while, it was like what the fuck is the point? What am I doing if I don’t get to come home every night and see you? And I thought about calling so many times but I just… I just couldn’t. I was always too fucking scared, and by the time I worked up the courage, I thought it was too late. I thought you would’ve found somebody else.”

At that, you laughed. “I tried,” you said. “I went on so many dates, my friends set me up with so many guys. But none of them were you, and all I’ve ever wanted is you, so how the hell were they supposed to compare? So finally I just stopped going on dates. I told Carly… I told myself, really, that it was because I was so busy with work. That I’d find someone new eventually. And before I knew it, it had been years and I was still alone because there’s nobody like you.”

Now, Shayne did reach for you. He held his hand out, palm up, a clear invitation. You took it without hesitation, and that simple touch was enough to send him spiraling out of his body. “I still love you,” he said. You squeezed his hand.

“I know,” you replied. “I… I don’t think I can say that right now. I think I feel the same way, but the word, saying it out loud… it’s too much. But I have to leave tomorrow and I’d really like to have tonight to hold on to.”

He knew it was a terrible idea. He knew he shouldn’t do it. He’d already let his hopes spiral entirely out of control. He felt like he had finally reached the light at the end of a five-year-long tunnel, and he’d spent so long in the dark that he wasn’t entirely sure what to do with the light. You were still nervous, flighty, like a stray animal; one wrong move and you’d be running for the hills.

But there you were, silhouetted by moonlight and looking at him like you needed him to breathe and Jesus, he was only a man. He wasn’t equipped to deal with the fire spreading slowly from his fingertips to his heart and out into his bloodstream.

“Okay,” he said, and for a moment, nothing happened. The room was still, frozen in time.

And then you both surged forward, desperate, like you needed each other to survive. He maneuvered you up and toward the bedroom, and the door shutting behind you sounded a little like the last nail in the most beautiful coffin ever built.

***

The sound of Shayne’s alarm had never been so wonderful.

He sighed as he rolled over, reaching blindly for you. But where you should’ve been he found only sheets, and they had long gone cold in your absence. Shayne sat bolt upright and looked around the room. Your clothes were gone. You were gone.

He almost crashed onto the floor trying to get himself untangled from his sheets. He pulled on the nearest article of clothing he could find and burst from his bedroom into the living room, heart pounding. You were nowhere to be seen. “No,” he mumbled, over and over until the word lost meaning, eyes scanning his apartment desperately for some sign of you. For a few terrifying seconds, he wondered if the night before had been some kind of vivid fever dream. But that wasn’t possible; the feeling of your skin under his fingertips was far too real, far too tangible. It had to be real.

And yet, the only proof that you’d been there at all was an empty takeout container and a note saying that you would call soon.

#shayne topp x reader #shayne topp #smosh #eliza.txt #forget you not

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Carol Danvers Masterlist

A/N: I’m really trying to keep track of all my series. I'm really sorry if I abandon one for some time before coming back to it. 

“I think we should go back, the meeting is in a few hours.” Carol commented, exhausted after seeing almost all of the touristy attractions in London with you, even taking a few selfies with you on your phone for the fun of it. 

“You’re right.” You answered, shrugging and leading Carol back to the hotel. 

After a 15 minute walk in comfortable silence, you reached back to the hotel, you scoured for more chips ahoy, which they had thankfully refilled. 

“You know Fury is gonna notice that on the room service bill.” Carol commented, struggling a bit with picking out an outfit for the dealing. 

“He had to pay for like 10 chocolate bars last time.” You answered, a cookie in your mouth as you easily picked out a dress and matching jewelry and shoes. “I’m sure he won’t mind keeping one of his favorite agents happy.” “You take advantage of his goodwill?” Carol asked, half jokingly half seriously, watching you shrug as you put another cookie into your mouth. 

“Through chocolate, yes,” You considered, tossing the packet into the trash. “Otherwise I wouldn’t even think of it.” 

Carol shrugged, satisfied with your response and tried to pair a dress with jewelry and shoes, but failing miserably and made some country’s flag instead, on accident. 

“Need help?” You asked, a smirk on your face as you watched Carol make the italian flag with her clothes. 

“Probably.” Carol muttered, stepping aside as you walked over, frowning at the mess she had made on the bed. 

“Well, I’m wearing a blue dress so you have to compliment that.” You thought aloud, picking out the first red dress you saw. 

You took control of the situation instantly, muttering to yourself from time to time as you picked out an outfit for her. Carol looked at the outfits you were picking with confusion before her gaze slipped to you, watching you bite your lip as you selected jewelry and makeup for her to wear. 

“Done.” You declared, stepping away from a perfectly paired outfit with satisfaction. 

“Impressive.” Carol commented, staring at the blue and gold outfit you’d picked out for her, matched with Black patent louboutins she’d bought a while back. 

“I’m gonna change.” You said, going into the bathroom to change quickly, this night was going to be ‘fun’.

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After about an hour, both of you had your dresses and the jewelry on correctly and you were doing your makeup easily, laughing a little at Carol struggling to get the eyeliner, it seemed like she was going to use all of it. 

“Let me.” You groaned, stopping your own makeup halfway to help her. 

Carol blinked but nodded, leaning her head forward slightly and closing her eyes, a bit wary still but she trusted you not to poke her eyes out. You got the perfect winged eyeliner in one try, hours of practice from before finally paid off. 

“There, now don’t waste any of my makeup.” You joked, your breath on her face before you pulled away, putting the eyeliner away and continuing to get your eye makeup done. 

“How did you do it perfectly?” Carol asked, admiring it in the mirror. 

“I’ve had to do a lot of makeup.” You answered, finally finishing your eye makeup and debating between two shades of red before deciding on the Carmine red, you put it on easily, then lined it on the outside with the same shade so it complimented your dress perfectly. 

“Thoughts?” You asked, turning to face Carol with the lipstick in your hand, a small smudge on the corner of your lips where your hand had trembled slightly after noticing Carol staring at you. 

“I thought you were experienced.” Carol quipped, lifting one hand to wipe the remaining lipstick away from the corner of your lip, you flinched back slightly but let her wipe it away, trying not to be hyper aware of her finger grazing over your lip. 

“I meant the shade.” You explained, starting to put your makeup away before noticing Carol wasn’t using any. 

“The shade looks good.” Carol muttered,  trying to look away from your lips but finding it harder to do so. 

“You’re not using any?” You asked, gesturing to the makeup, Carol blinked and nodded no. 

“Well too bad, you are now.” You said, smirking and pulling Carol back down when she tried to get up, Carol groaned but let you do it anyway. 

You gave her a simple look with blue eyeshadow to compliment the dress and her skin tone, with a heavy blush and a baby pink lipstick to compliment that, internally panicking the entire time when you could practically feel her breathing when you put on makeup. 

“I’m done.” You stated, putting everything away into a makeup bag and putting that bag into your suitcase quickly and taking out a small red purse with a gold chain to hang over your shoulder. 

“Then let’s go.” Carol said after admiring the makeup in the mirror, taking a small navy blue clutch even though she didn’t need it, you needed it to store certain weapons that could pass through metal detectors, courtesy of T’challa. 

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“You know we need to act like a couple right?” You said, getting out of the black car you’d called as a taxi, it had taken about a half an hour drive just to get here, it was about 20 minutes drive away from anything, it looked like a beat up factory on the outskirts of the city. 

“I know, you sure this is the place?” Carol asked, paying the driver and walking to your side, offering you her arm which you hesitantly took, putting your free hand on her forearm, remarking silently on how warm she was. 

“That’s the address Fury gave me.” You answered, walking forward and Carol followed you, trying to pretend she was the one leading you even though she had little to no idea where she was heading. 

Inside it seemed abandoned, there was no equipment, no new paint, it seemed like an abandoned room, the only light coming from the old tube lights on the roof of the building and through the door Carol had just opened, the only sign of human activity was a steel table in the middle of the room with black leather chairs on both sides, 2 on one side and 1 on the other side. 

You looked up at Carol who looked back at you in confusion before nodding slightly, leading you over to the table, perching at the top of the chairs nervously, arms still linked together. 

“Come, sit.” A soothing voice said, walking out of the shadows and sitting in the chair in front of you. 

He was a man of average build, a bit taller than most actually with slicked back dark brown hair, whitening from the roots. He had a steel colored 3 piece suit on, it looked like Tom Ford to you but you couldn’t be too sure. 

You sat down hesitantly, not taking your gaze off of the man as did Carol. 

“Why here?” Carol asked, visibly uncomfortable with the factory. 

“Safer than the city,” The man answered leaning forward on the desk with his hands clasped together. “You want the arms I assume?”

“You want the money I assume?” You asked in return, the man leaned back and laughed, amused by your response. 

“I like you,” He said, smirking as his gaze shifted between you and Carol. “Tell you what, both of you seem serious, meet me at this address tomorrow and we’ll talk business.”

“Why call us here then?” Carol demanded, in a scarily serious tone. 

“You’re full of questions.” He remarked, then shrugged before answering the question. 

“To filter out who is serious and who’s not, you’ll meet a man outside who will give you an envelope with an address, take it and meet me tomorrow.” He stated, getting up and walking somewhere where neither you or Carol could see. 

“This was pointless.” Carol muttered, following you out the door, there was a man outside waiting with an envelope and a gun, which you noted instantly. 

You took the envelope and walked to where the car was waiting, knowing the meeting tomorrow would be different, and more dangerous to say the least. 

A/N: The next part will be interesting ;)

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