#it makes me want to drink wine in a diner with someone i love

[bruh-changbin]

sweet tooth

pairing: park jay x waitress!afab reader

genre: smut, minimal fluff (minors dni)

warnings: oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (be safe), public sex, creampie, finger sucking, minimal food play, lots of mentions of food, brief mention of male masturbation, jongseong is kind of a big desperate loser, lmk if i’m missing anything

word count: 6.7k

a/n: writing this killed me idk why it took fucking forever dawg. but hey, i’m finally giving you all an enha fic without a depressing ending!!! here’s a fun drinking game to play while you read this: take a shot every time jay says a variation of ‘uhhh’ (you will die) ALSOOOO this is for my bae’s @k-ingzo @lix-ables thank you guys for hyping me up to write this bc if you didn’t I’m 90% sure I would’ve scrapped it 😻 LOVE YAAAAA

waiting. 

the most painful game one can be subjected to.

seconds stretch into minutes stretch into hours and soon enough the whole concept of time is but a mere social construct that holds no real value. 

surely his coffee’s gone cold by now. 

the view from the window to his right has progressed from one filled with gold, yellow and orange to one filled with blue, black, and indigo. one by one the neon signs of nearby businesses have flickered on to attract the nighttime crowd. 

he tries to ignore the way his heart is sinking in his chest, much like the way he himself is sinking deeper and deeper into the red vinyl cushion of the booth he’s seated in. the overhead speakers have been blaring elvis for the past half hour and he wants to scream and smash a plate on the floor in frustration. if they play hound dog one more time i swear i’m gonna-

jennifer. 20. single. 2.3 km away. her bio read: only swipe right if you like puppies!!!!!

he does like puppies and found her to be quite pretty, so he did as he was instructed. his heart did a small flip in his chest when his phone screen lit up reading ‘it’s a match!’. he got to talking to her and things were going smoothly. well, at least he thought they were. now he’s alone in a booth constantly refreshing their online chat with some sliver of hope that she may still be coming. the same three messages stare back at him:

[5:17 pm] jay : hey! I got here a bit early so i’m just waiting in the car. let me know when you get here and we’ll go in together.

[6:03 pm] jay: it started getting busy so i snagged us a booth, i hope that’s ok… anyways, i’ll see you soon.

[6:49 pm] jay: hello?

whatever, her loss. fuck dating apps.

and fuck jake sim for making him sign up for one.

maybe tinder just isn’t for him. maybe he needs to find love the old fashion way: bumping into someone on the street; locking eyes across a crowded room; both of you reaching for the last bottle of wine at the grocery store and then just insisting that the other takes it. you know, the kind of shit you see in movies.

the only thing is he’s tried the old fashion way for years to no avail, with tinder being his last resort. things like these take time, he tries to remind himself. you can’t rush love, that’s the magic of it!

but now, seated in a booth at an obnoxiously retro themed diner with his head hung low, he has lost all faith in love. he picks up the porcelain mug to his right and downs the dark liquid; cold, just like his heart. 

he should just leave. i mean it’s obvious at this point that he’s been stood up so he should just head home where the teasing and nagging from jake that will bruise his ego even more is iminent. there comes a time in life where one must accept defeat and move on with-

“would you like a top up, sir?”

a sudden interjection from a saccharine voice to his left is what pulls him out of his trance of self pity. woah, hello you. 

it’s been a long time since he’s been rendered speechless, but you do that to him. you, looking like someone who should be on the cover of a magazine as opposed to serving coffee in a diner. a white button down hugs your torso in all the right ways and he’s envious of the red apron that’s tightly wrapped around your waist because that should be him. the blue ballpoint pen tucked behind your ear somehow makes you 10x more attractive and he can feel his throat close up at the sight of you. 

your skin looks smooth and your lips look plump and thank fuck jessica bailed on him because now all he can think about is bending you over this very table and fucking you raw. top up? more like top me, please!

the glint of the gold name tag pinned onto your shirt catches his eye and he reads it: y/n. pretty.

he notices your eyes shifting around anxiously and reality comes crashing down on him. stop drooling over her tits and answer the question you perv. focus!

“i u-uhhh yes, uh yes please that’d be great,” he stutters out embarrassingly, prompting you to bend over and refill his mug with steaming hot coffee from a pot that you hold with a perfectly manicured hand. 

“can i get you anything else while you…” your eyes dart to the empty seat across from where he’s seated, “wait?”

god this is so embarrassing. now the cute waitress thinks he’s a fucking loser who got stood up (that is exactly what happened). could this day get any worse? he was just about to leave, spare himself from more agony when you waltzed into his life and made his brain a complicated, frazzled mess. 

“uhmm no that’s ok,” he’s trying very hard not to trip over the simplest of words, “just the bill would be great.”

you nod, about to turn around and head over to the register when jay speaks up again in an attempt to preserve his image. 

“it was supposed to be a-a work meeting,” he starts while motioning to the still empty spot across from him, “but my uh….. business partner… couldn’t make it, so..”

he’s lying. you know he’s lying. someone waiting for their ‘business partner’ to show up wouldn’t be checking their phone every 1-3 minutes while intermittently wiping their clammy palms on their slacks every time the doorbell jingles and a new customer enters.

but he doesn’t need to know that, so you paint on an understanding smile before heading over to the diner counter, sparing him one final glance over your shoulder.

it’s a sad sight to see; a handsome boy patiently waiting for someone who’s clearly not going to show up. so you bring him a slice of red velvet cake dolled up with cream cheese icing and waive the two cups of coffee that were tacked onto his bill for the evening.

“it’s on the house,” you practically whisper into his ear while placing a comforting hand on his sturdy shoulder.

“oh!” his voice cracks, “t-thank you so much i-” he calls, but you’re already walking away to assist another table.

his hand instinctively reaches to where yours was placed on his shoulder only moments ago. he could sense the warmth radiating from your palm, feel the stray hairs of your bangs tickle his ear, smell the artificial strawberry scent of your lip gloss. 

either someone decided to crank the heat up in the diner or he’s becoming extremely flustered (it’s the second one). he scoffs down the cake you left him with flushed cheeks and tight pants, visions of himself prying your legs open and indulging in something sweeter plaguing his mind. 

with a hefty sigh he throws on his coat before making his way out of the diner and into his car that’s parked right out front. from behind his windshield he watches as you greet a group of other customers before turning his keys in the ignition and peeling out of the parking lot.

he doesn’t even make it home before he’s pulling into an empty parking lot and jerking himself to the thought of you and your work uniform and your glossed lips.

covet. desire. yearn for. crave.

all very real tertiary emotions that park jay would use to describe his current feelings towards you - a server who he spoke to for two minutes max and now can’t seem to move on from.

unsurprisingly, jake teased the fuck out of him for getting stood up in the way that friends do. but he doesn’t know that jay views his failed date as a complete success. 

albeit he is still mildly salty over the fact that he got stood up, all negativity is washed from his brain the moment he pulls into the familiar parking lot in front of the familiar diner and he feels the familiar pitter patter of his heart quickening its pace from behind his ribcage. 

he tried to hold off on returning the literal day after he was just there, he really did, but he simply couldn’t bear it. the urge to see you, to observe you interacting with other patrons to know if you’re nice to everyone or if he got special treatment is too strong to ignore. it’s for science! he assures himself.

the dulcet jingle of the bell as he opens the door to the diner rings in his ears, and he waits to be seated. the hostess that shows him to a booth similar to the one he was in yesterday is pretty, but she’s not you. only then does jay realize that the possibility of you not having been scheduled to work today is very real. this is only worsened by the fact that he decided to come in the late morning today as opposed to the evening like yesterday. stupid, stupid, stupid!!!

while feeling like a complete and utter idiot he decides to get to work, whipping out his journal, writing utensils and laptop for the sake of not looking like a weirdo. what kind of person goes to a diner and just…. sits there. he’s gotta keep up a facade. 

things are starting to look grim for jay as he sits and works and waits for the object of his desire to appear in front of him. while the retro cat clock on the wall continues its relentless ticking he attempts to swallow down his dismay. 

alas, the universe must be on his side after all for soon enough he catches a glimpse of you through his peripherals. yes! you seem to be a little frazzled, gnawing on the inside of your cheek before grabbing a mop to clean up the chocolate milk that a toddler has decided to decorate the floor with; your shift must have just started. 

he keeps his head hung low while intermittently scribbling in his journal or scrolling on his laptop, opting to steal an occasional glance as you assist a plethora of other patrons. the coffee he was served upon his arrival is starting to go tepid, much like yesterday, and he’s practically praying you’ll soon stride over and ask if he needs a top up. 

“more coffee…” you pause briefly, “jay?”

hold up, how’d you learn his name? 

his brow quirks upwards in confusion and with your hand - the one that’s not holding a boiling pot of coffee - you point to his leather bound journal that’s splayed across the table, opened to the first page. property of park jay is scrawled across the top in his sloppy handwriting akin to that of a first graders. he’s surprised you can even distinguish what it says to be completely honest. 

“ahhh,” he remarks in understanding, smiling ever so slightly because hey, now you know each others names. that’s a step in the right direction.

“were you looking to order something? you know, other than black coffee.”

as if on cue his stomach growls (luckily quietly enough for you to not pick up on it) and he fumbles for the plastic covered menu to his right that slips and slides in his sweaty grasp. 

“i would love to but uhh, i’m not sure what i’m in the mood for… what do you recommend?”

you roll his question around in your head for a moment, “were you thinking sweet or savoury? or if you want both, we make a pretty mean monte cristo.”

at this point if you told jay to walk off a cliff he would do it, so he orders your recommendation without hesitation.

“good call,” you purr before waltzing away from his booth and into the kitchen, leaving jay to erupt in a fit of goosebumps on his own. 

while he waits he busies himself with reading an article on his laptop, getting halfway through before realizing he hasn’t actually been taking any information in the entire time. but can you blame him? his brain is… preoccupied with other thoughts. 

soon enough you’re striding back over to where he’s seated, placing a steaming monte cristo with so much confectioner's sugar on top it looks as if there’s been a mini avalanche in front of him. he thanks you and is about to dig in before he realizes you aren’t leaving. 

“is your business partner coming today?”

…what?

“my business partner? i don’t- OH! fuck, uh y-yes my business partner right! uh no, no he’s not coming today. i usually come here to work on my own though.”

for a moment he forgot about the blatant lie he spilled to you the last time he was here to save face, but he thinks he saved himself with that last bit. 

a playful yet triumphant smirk makes its way onto your face, “that’s funny, i’ve never seen you here before yesterday.”

his eyes widen and his palms become impossibly sweaty. caught in a lie, great.

before he can come up with a witty response you just shoot him a knowing look as you walk away from the booth he’s seated in, your strawberry body spray wafting behind you and infiltrating his senses, rendering him immobile. 

ugh how you make his teeth ache! he longs to douse you in syrup and powdered sugar, drag his hot tongue across your skin as you squirm and twist in pleasure underneath him. he’s sure you’d be sweet enough to give him a cavity. he finishes his monte cristo with gusto and attempts to do more work on his laptop but finds his brain to be far too frazzled to do so.

when he decides to call it quits, he leaves you a hefty tip before driving home with the taste of sugar coating his lips and the inside of his mouth.

over the span of a few weeks the two of you become accustomed to a game similar to the likes of cat and mouse.

he shows up to the diner in the late morning/early afternoon and prays that you’re scheduled for a shift; you usually are. through the course of a few hours jay manages to get minimal amounts of work done while you check on him occasionally, offering your opinions on different menu items and then placing a hand on his shoulder with a laugh when he trips over his words. 

he’s sure you can sense the tension as well, but in case you can’t he keeps his thoughts to himself. you could just be doing your job for all he knows. 

nevertheless, it feels as if all aspects of jay’s life now revolve around you. when he falls asleep at night you’re the last thing on his mind and when he wakes up you’re the first. when he gets himself off he has to think of you or else he won’t feel satisfied, and he can only hope and pray that one day he’ll be able to feel your body against his, the warmth radiating from your body making him feel like a cake in an oven. 

sure he’d love to take you out, shower you with gifts and spoil you by taking you to expensive places that would surely break the bank, but he just can’t seem to push away all of the hardly appropriate thoughts and feelings he harbours towards you. it’s becoming quite an issue, honestly.

he thinks of popping the buttons on your blouse open one by one before diving in, scattering bite marks and bruises across your tits and neck and collarbones as you writhe and plead underneath him. i need more jay, please give it to me…

god you would sound so perfect.

his fantasies don’t stop there though; they never do. he can’t help himself from imagining what it'd be like to reach up your skirt and peel your panties down your legs as if they’re strands of red licorice. he’d go so slow, taunting and teasing you before slipping himself inside of you and feeling your cunt suck him in as if you crave him like oxygen. 

you smell of strawberries and he’s sure you taste like them too. the stripper red polish on your nails would pair so well with the scratches he’s sure you’d leave across the expanse of his back and shoulders. he longs to dig his teeth into your plush thighs like they’re mochi, snapping a picture of his bite mark embedded in your perfect skin to save for later use. 

down bad is an understatement when it comes to jay’s desire for you. infatuation is more like it.

today starts off like every other day. the smell of burnt coffee is what pulls him from his slumbers, and the clock on his bedside table tells him he managed to sleep in until one in the afternoon. when he trudges into the kitchen he sees his roommate and friend jake, who likely also just woke up and still doesn’t understand how to properly operate a coffee machine, staring at his phone. 

it’s then that jake reminds him of the plans they made to spend the afternoon at their friends house playing video games before grabbing takeout for dinner. jay curses his past self for agreeing to these dumb plans with his dumb friends since he was planning on heading to the diner today to marvel at his favourite waitress! oh well, he can still head over for an hour and a half at most before he has to return and uphold the prior promise he made. 

he turns down jake’s offer of a cup of coffee and, after a quick shower, he’s flying out the door.

when he finally makes it to the place where he spends most of his days now he doesn’t even wait to be seated, just slips into the same booth as always and waits for you. the little ritual the two of you have fallen into now so ingrained into his brain he can’t imagine straying from it. alas, it’s decently busy today so he busies himself by scrolling through his instagram feed while waiting for you to grace him with your presence.

when you finally appear in front of him you don’t say anything, just shoot him your usual friendly smile while precariously placing a napkin and mug of black coffee in front of him before leaving as quickly as you came. this sends jay into an emotional spiral. oh god, did i do something wrong? he ponders to himself, brows furrowed as he tries to remember everything he said to you during your last interaction that could have potentially been misconstrued.

only then does he notice the blue ink poking out from the napkin tucked underneath his steaming mug of coffee. with shaky hands he pulls it out and reads the short message written in your refined penmanship:

my shift is done at 10:00 pm.

wait for me? :)

y/n

and just below your neat scrawl he can make out a sticky lip gloss print, a faint hint of the fake strawberry scent that plagues his mind day and night still lingering. 

in this moment he should be happy, ecstatic, victorious even! his constant and obsequious devotion to you has not gone unnoticed, and at long last he’ll be alone with you in a place that doesn’t have checkered tile floors and posters of pin ups on every square inch of the teal coloured walls. but no, all he feels is embarrassment.

embarrassment because he was too much of a wiener to actually do something so you felt the need to take matters into your own hands. and embarrassment because your little napkin love letter signed off with your glossy kiss is making him excruciatingly horny. it’s like he’s in highschool all over again - yikes. 

he glances at the face of the silver watch that he scarcely takes off, the leather wrist strap now feeling uncomfortably tight considering his recent spike in blood pressure. with some reluctance he decides to leave early, tucking your napkin note into his pocket before driving home while barely focusing on the road and cars in front of him.

the hangout with jake and the rest of his friends is excruciating as expected. time seems to both fly by and drag on simultaneously, and he watches the hands on his watch tick down the hours, minutes, seconds until he can finally be with you - alone. when jake finally throws the towel in jay all but runs out of the door, speeding down the now far emptier city streets before pulling into the dining parking lot and waiting (he’s 23 minutes early).

with every passing minute his heart rate quickens and, when the time reads 10:06 pm, he thinks he’s going to faint when he sees you exit your place of work and scan the parking lot briefly before making your way over to his car. the sound of his passenger side door opening feels far off as he tries to make sense of the fact that you are about to be in his car, right beside him. what the fuck.

“hi.”

“hi.”

“i like your car.”

“oh, you do?”

“yep. it suits you.”

“really?”

you only nod at this, flashing him a subtle grin before flipping down the sun visor in front of you to tidy up your appearance after a long and tiring shift (he still thinks you look pretty). it feels as if his fingers aren’t his own as he fiddles with the radio while gazing at you through his peripherals, watching as you rub the smudged mascara from underneath your eyes before applying a final coat of the lip gloss that he loves oh so much. how on earth is he going to last longer than 5 minutes without falling at your feet?

“sooo what do you wanna do?” jay questions, unsure if his eagerness to hear your response is because he’s genuinely curious or because he just likes the sound of your voice.

“you choose, take me anywhere,” you offer with a smile, “surprise me!”

“okay!” he responds, narrowly escaping a voice crack as he shifts his car into reverse.. he has just the place in mind. 

the drive is somewhat of a lengthy one, although you don’t seem to mind. it’s warm enough to have the windows down, and jay greedily gulps down deep breaths of the fresh night air. from your spot in the passenger seat you ramble about your day at the diner, complaining about an old man who held the ketchup bottle the wrong way and promptly squirted it all over you when you came to ask how he was doing. despite all, you still manage to have a positive attitude. 

soon enough he’s pulling off of the main road into an opening surrounded by woods, killing the engine and the car lights and opting to bask in the natural glow of the night sky. 

“wow jay, way to be subtle.”

“what!!?”

“what do you mean what? you bring me to the city’s unofficial official makeout spot and expect me to not be skeptical?”

fuck. for the entirety of the drive over he was hoping that you wouldn’t know about the promiscuous reputation this spot has garnered over the years. he can’t give up this quickly though, he must play innocent!

“i- woahh, is that what this place is? i genuinely had no idea i just-”

“shut it jay, the first thing i noticed about you was that you’re a terrible liar.”

you’ve got him there, deception is not his strong suit. he’s about to explain himself when he notices you unbuckling your seatbelt and stepping out of his car, prompting him to do the same.

“i just thought it would be a nice, secluded space where we could talk and hang out… nothing more.”

silence settles over the two of you and, upon noting jay’s queasy expression, you decide to indulge yourself and tease him (just a little bit).

“what are you trying to say?” you bat your eyelashes and fake being in thought, “that you don’t wanna fuck me on the hood of your car?”

he chokes on his saliva. 

“w-what i’m trying to say is that i’m a uhhhh gentleman. i’m a gentleman.”

yeah right, you think to yourself. a gentleman and a major fucking hypocrite. 

“okay jay, if you’re such a gentleman then why do you have a raging hard-on from literally just talking to me?”

in the pale moonlight you see his eyes widen before he scrambles to cover his crotch, not doing much to conceal his erection that’s straining against his slacks. 

“oh god i’m so sorry i can explain uhh-”

“i’m just fucking with you,” you taunt before petting his hair affectionately, attempting to quieten your giggles while jay plasters on a fake smile even though he looks like he’s about to puke. in an attempt to garner the little composure he has left he turns away from you, the cool night air soothing his heated cheeks. 

from where he’s standing he’s granted an overarching view of the city he calls home. against the nighttime sky he can decipher the suburbs, the downtown area, the cafe district. upon each building there’s a small rectangle filled with yellow or white light, windows in which individual people are carrying out their individual lives; it makes everything seem so… miniscule. i mean, aside from you, nobody even knows he’s up here - and he’s still trying to decipher if that’s a good thing or not, seeing as tonight all he’s done is embarrass himself. 

when he looks back you’re leaning against the hood of his car, your arms folded across your chest which sequentially shoves your tits together in a way that makes him wanna plunge his face in between them and give you a good old fashioned motorboat. 

his thoughts are cut off when you speak up.

 “i brought you something,” you announce before turning and opening the passenger side door of jay’s car, trifling around in your before before pulling something out and heading back to where you were standing before, leaning against the hood of his car. in your hands is a toppled over piece of red velvet cake protected by a clear plastic takeout container coupled with two disposable forks. 

“sorry it’s kinda smushed…. i forgot about it.”

“no, that’s ok!” jay thinks you shouldn’t have to apologize for anything ever, “thank you.”

with a crisp pop you open up the container, moving it to sit in between the two of you before passing jay one of the flimsy plastic forks. he lets you take the first bite, stating that after a long shift you need to get your blood sugar back up. you laugh before complying, watching as jay takes a bite right after you do, his eyes rolling back as all of the sweet, rich flavours dance across his taste buds. despite the piece of cake not being in the best condition, it still tastes like heaven.

jay’s caught off guard when your hand suddenly swoops in just as he’s about to spear another piece of cake with his fork, collecting a dollop of icing on one of your nails. he should’ve seen it coming when you reach up and wipe it on the tip of his nose with a playful laugh.

“wow y/n, so original,” he sneers while wiping the cream cheese icing on his nose onto the back of his hand. 

he attempts to do the same to you, dipping his finger in the thick frosting before moving to wipe it on the tip of your nose, but you suddenly latch onto his wrist. he watches with hungry eyes and an erratic pulse as your tongue comes in contact with his knuckle, licking all the way up to his icing-coated fingertip before taking his digit inside your mouth. the thick muscle of your tongue wraps around his finger, sucking away the sweetness before you pull yourself off of him. a faint pink ring of lip gloss on the base of his knuckle now present. 

fuck me.

not a single word is exchanged before jay pushes himself onto you, prompting you to lean back against the hood of his car that’s still slightly warm. with your body weight resting on your elbows and your legs spreading to accommodate jay’s torso, you finally let him taste you. 

your lips are soft and warm like a pastry fresh out of the oven, and when he pulls away he heaves a heavenly sigh filled with pleasure and contentment and thank fuck this is finally happening. it’s not long before you’re pressing your lips to jay’s again, one of your hands moving up to caress the shell of his ear before resting against his face.

you can feel his jaw move against your palm when he opens his mouth and drags his tongue across your sugar coated lips, inducing you to do the same. when his tongue pushes past your teeth and brushes against yours you groan in pleasure, the fingers previously gracing his face dipping down to undo several buttons of your work shirt. with his lips against yours and his tongue down your throat you can feel him giving into you, as if you’re a delectable piece of his favourite candy and he has a raging sweet tooth. 

when jay pulls himself off of you you think you might just cry. luckily you don’t go without his touch for long, for when you open your eyes you watch him dip two fingers into the frosting on top of the forgotten slice of cake before smearing it across the exposed flesh of your tits and down your sternum. he promptly shoves the two frosting coating fingers into your gaping mouth, gazing at you with heart eyes as you suck them clean. 

only then does he dip his head down, the tip of his tongue teasing the sensitive skin of your right breast before licking the stripe of icing off with one broad swipe of his tongue. he gives your other breast the same treatment before giving it teasing nips and kisses, using his tongue to soothe the pinch of his canines. 

once he licks the rest of the frosting from your sternum he continues his descent, not stopping until the insides of your thighs are brushing against his pierced ears. in one swift movement he flips your skirt upwards, your pretty panties with a subtle wet patch now on display for him and only him.

not being able to resist seeing your bare cunt in all of its glory, jay eagerly digs two fingers into the waistband before dragging the fabric down your legs. your lacy pink thong gets all twisted and tangled around your ankles as jay struggles to pull it off, eventually managing to get it around your sneakers before tucking it into his pocket for safe keeping. 

he feels his pants grow impossibly tights as he stares at you on the hood of your car with your legs spread, quite literally something that could’ve been torn right out of a playboy. without missing a beat jay dives into you, flattening his thick tongue and licking you like he would a dripping ice cream cone. it catches you by surprise and you instinctively tangle your fingers in his ebony tresses, a needy moan making its way past your lips and into the air. jay uses the tip of his tongue to explore your needy pussy, lapping up your juices and revelling in the taste on his tongue. i could die like this he thinks, and he digs his blunt nails into your thighs while shoving his head impossibly deeper. 

it’s somewhat sloppy, but what he lacks in technique he makes up for in enthusiasm. it feels like he’s practically making out with your cunt and you can’t help yourself from tugging on his hair in approval. the groans he emits in response have you shuddering, the vibrations causing your legs to shake and tremble as you struggle to keep them pried open. in your lower abdomen you can feel the pressure of an impending orgasm begin to brew.

this sensation only doubles when jay shifts his focus to your clit, sucking on and toying with it like it’s a sugar-covered gumdrop. his actions have you arching your back off of the hood of his car, eyes squeezing shut as you cry and plead, “p-please don’t stop jay… never stop.”

your pleas boost jay’s ego to the max and he eats you out with unrestrained passion, alternating between sucking your clit and tonguing your hole until you finish all over his mouth with a canorous cry that reverberates between his ears. he hopes to never forget that sound.

with reluctance he pulls himself off of your sweet pussy, having to push your legs apart slightly to free himself from the way they were clenching around his head. he stares at you in awe as you bask in the post-orgasm sensation, mouth agape and chest heaving faintly. your eyes, when you finally pry them open, are slightly glassy and it looks like it takes you a second to come back to earth. 

your grip on jay’s hair loosened but you never fully let go, and soon enough he feels you tugging at his roots in an attempt to get him to hover over you once again. without hesitation you press your lips to his once again, tasting yourself in and on his mouth as you kiss him until you can’t breathe. 

his curious hands never stay resting in one spot on your body for longer than a second before he’s exploring somewhere else, his mouth making a path from your lips down to your jaw and neck. the tips of his fingers finally stop when they reach your hips, gripping onto your and flipping you over so your chest is against jay’s car and your ass is up in the air. 

he can’t help himself from ogling at your perfect form all splayed out for him. the curve of your ass is to die for and jay starts subconsciously unbuckling his belt, easing the strain of his pants against his painfully hard dick. 

from your spot on top of the car you begin to grow impatient. your tits are smushed and your neck is craned and even though you just came you’re already ready for another one if it means you get to feel jay filling you up like a cream puff. luckily, you soon feel the tip of jay’s cock dragging through your folds, your still-sensitive clit throbbing slightly when he bumps into it. the sound of jay spitting into his palm joins that of the crickets and your erratic breathing, soon replaced by his sighs of delight as he strokes his cock with his spit covered hand to help lube it up. 

you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in when you finally feel him prod your entrance with his tip, although you can sense some hesitancy. it’s not surprising when the silence is broken by jay asking: “...are you ready?”

he feels his chest tighten when you make a noise of approval followed by a meek nod, your starry eyes glancing back at him as much as you can in this particular position. with a hefty exhale he nods back before slowly starting to sink into you, a low groan making its way out of his chest as he pushes deeper and deeper until his hips are flush with your ass. 

once fully inside of you he remains stagnant for a moment, needing to adjust to how incredibly warm and tight you feel if he wants to last longer than three seconds. soon enough he feels he’s garnered enough collectedness to start moving, so he does. 

his movements are small, almost timid at first. like he’s testing the waters, garnering enough confidence to go harder, faster. your hushed whimpers of pleasure ring in his ears and he teasingly rolls his hips in an attempt to have you feel him impossibly deeper inside of you. 

“j-jay!” you cry when he seemingly bumps your g-spot with the tip of his cock, the muscles of your waist tensing up when he does. wanting to provide you as much pleasure as possible he continues his ministrations, not altering them in any way out of fear of doing something wrong. 

jay feels his stomach start to seize up as a pleasurable burn takes hold in his lower stomach, his vision blurring slightly at the edges as he shifts between groaning aloud and biting his lip so hard he’s worried he’ll break the skin and draw blood. with exercised caution he picks up the pace, ensuring that in this moment you’re still feeling as good as he is. 

his cock slips in and out of your desperate, dripping hole with ease, your hips banging against the unyielding metal hood of his car with each and every thrust. it’s hardly comfortable, but at this moment in time you think you’d rather die than have jay stop - so you persevere. 

“god you’re so good jay, so fucking big,” you praise as you feel your second orgasm of the night approaching steadily. most of your limbs have started to go numb from the position you’re in yet you can feel each and every nerve end slowly begin to burn up, to bring you closer and closer to release. when jay reaches down to toy with your aching clit, you’re done for. 

the slight ache from the way your cunt is stretched around his cock adds to the jolting sensations that come every time he bumps your clit has you so close, so close you can taste the sweet promise of an orgasm dancing on the tip of your tongue. jay feels it too, for he throws all inhibitions to the wind and fucks you from behind with no restraint. 

he can feel his release creep up his spine and spread through all of his limbs until it’s all he can see, taste, and feel. groans continue to spill past his lips as white hot light floods his senses and a blinding orgasm washes over him, which is only strengthened by the sensation of your pussy clenching around his cock as you finish underneath him. he cums inside of your wanting cunt, filling it up to the brim before collapsing on top of you with a grunt. 

seconds turn into minutes and the two of you remain in place, breaths and pulses struggling to return to normal as you come down from an intense high. jay can feel his shirt clinging to his sweaty back, and he scrambles off of you when he realizes he was quite literally resting all of his weight on you.

with a helping hand he helps you sit up, chuckling slightly when your knees turn to jello when you try to stand up. so, you opt to stay seated on the hood of jay’s car for just a few more moments, patting the spot beside you to get him to sit down. you’re sure you look like a mess, but jay gazes at you with something that can only be described as awe.

smitten. captivated. enraptured. allured. 

the pale light of the moon casts a heavenly glow across your face, and he kisses your lips like they’re covered in strawberry syrup. 

a/n: tumblr’s editing system is the biggest piece of garbage i am so sorry if there are any weird glitches or anything but i am literally seconds away from whipping my laptop at the wall out of frustration as i edit this so pls lmk if anything looks weird when this posts lawl thank you

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Bang Chan x Thick Reader

Word count: 5.7k

Synopsis: A sequel to Blind Date. It's the one year anniversary of you and Chan's first date. You celebrate by going to the same restaurant but something is off. Will your first anniversary go smoothly or is it destined to go as badly as your first date?

A/N: 18+ only! Well back by popular demand! This is the first sequel in the SKZ x Thick Reader Series! I'm so excited to take you all on this journey to get a glimpse of what happened with our protagonists after, how they've grown, and where they've ended up. I hope you enjoy and if you do please like, reblog, send an ask and let me know! Feedback is always appreciated and you guys always have the best things to say about these! As always warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: MDNI 18+ONLY! Strong language/cussing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), fingering, there's a shower head involved at one point (if you catch my drift), spanking, rough sex (kinda), Chan dom/MC sub dynamic (if you squint real hard) unprotected piv sex (please use your head and a condom), praise/pet names, Chan calls mc a whore (one time, during sex), cream pie, cum shot, multiple orgasms, overstimulation (a little), mentions of pregnancy and labor. I THINK that's everything but if I missed something please let me know and I'll add it immediately!

It was your first time back in that restaurant since you and Chan’s first date. You were sitting in the same fancy Italian restaurant, at the same table, a year later waiting for your boyfriend who was, you looked at the clock by the bar, thirty minutes late. Deja vu. You had learned quickly, anywhere Chan was supposed to be, he was going to be at least fifteen minutes late. When you really needed him somewhere on time you would tell him thirty minutes earlier than the actual time and maybe he would show up on time. Unfortunately, Chan had made tonight's reservations, so you were waiting. It was fine. If your boyfriend’s biggest flaw was time management and his utter lack of being able to take a break without the threat of bodily harm, then you weren’t going to complain.  

The last year with Chan had been amazing, you had never been happier in your life. After your first date had gone so horribly you and Chan planned your second one and it went much smoother. Turns out the fancy restaurant Sarah chose was a little out of both of your element and maybe not the best choice for a first date. New person plus strange environment equals awkward, and awkward it was. You remembered absolutely hating sitting at that table a year ago, sitting across from Chan who was practically brain dead, he was so shy. Now looking back, you didn’t know how you didn’t realize it was his nerves, the quick glances between you and the menu, chugging his first drink. At the moment you were too close to the picture to see what was really going on. Hindsight is twenty twenty was a saying for a reason, you thought as you sipped the glass of red wine you had ordered while you waited. 

The second date you went on was exponentially better. You went walking around a record shop and then an old bookstore. You found this little dive of a diner and ordered burgers, fries and milkshakes. You talked about the albums and books you had both just purchased. You had never seen someone smile so brightly, his dimples, the way his eyes scrunched up. You thought you could listen to him talk about his favorite things forever. You loved the way he got so animated, moving his hands, making faces, and he was funny. You didn’t think you had ever laughed so much, you laughed so hard you ran out of breath and got a cramp in your side at one point.  

When Chan took you home that night, he walked you up to your condo. He leaned in and kissed you goodnight and went to pull away, but you weren’t done yet. His lips were so warm and pillowy, you wanted to be buried in them for as long as possible. You grabbed his jacket and kept him pulled close. He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you in, squeezing your soft body and you put your arms around his shoulders, playing with the curls at his nape while his tongue explored your mouth. After you made out in front of your door for a little while. You and Chan finally went to part ways, both of you flushed and grinning like crazy. Chan bit his lip and smiled as he waved and walked backwards away. 

“Goodnight y/n.” You played with the keys in your hand and took a deep breath, smiling at Chan. 

“Goodnight Chan.” After a couple more dates that went particularly well, that was all she wrote. You were inseparable. If you weren’t at work or some other pressing engagement, you would be hanging out with your friends and Chan. Most of your friends were mutual but the few of his that weren’t took you in almost immediately.  

The first time you met them you were nervous. How would Chan act around them, would he be less affectionate with you, would he be embarrassed? He was taller than you by a couple inches, but you were definitely bigger than him. What if one of his friends thought you weren’t good enough for him, what if one of them said it? 

Chan could tell you were nervous; he held your hand as you walked into the party you were meeting his friends at. As soon as you were introduced to them all of your fears of their scrutiny and disapproval disappeared. They were so welcoming and funny, especially when they would gang up on Chan and tell you embarrassing stories from college and high school. He would groan and blush and hide his face. You were going to get another drink and Chan’s friend Felix jumped up offering to come, saying he needed a refill too. Chan narrowed his eyes at him and mimed zipping his lip. Felix just rolled his eyes shaking his head and followed you to find the kitchen. You did in fact find the kitchen and you were pouring drinks for you and Felix when he leaned a little closer so he was sure you could hear him over the music. 

“Ya know, I’ve never seen him so happy?” You bit your lip and quickly turned to look Felix in his eyes, to see if he was just trying to be nice or if he really meant what he said. 

“Really?” Felix nodded and leaned in again. 

“Yea definitely, he hasn’t been able to stop grinning like an idiot. I mean he’s always been an idiot but the grinning like one part, that’s pretty new.” You laughed and slapped Felix lightly. His huge smile appeared as he laughed, scrunching up his freckled nose. 

“No, but really y/n. I have never seen him so...” You held your breath. So what? 

“Whole. You seem to make him whole y/n, you give him purpose.” Your heart swelled and you thought you might cry. You hugged Felix and he squeezed you back tightly. 

“Don’t cry because if you do, I am for sure.” He whispered in your ear, and you laughed. Chan walked into the kitchen and saw you and Felix hugging. He shook his head walking over to the two of you. He playfully smacked Felix on the shoulder. 

“Jeeze I let you two walk away for one second and you’re trying to steal my girl.” Felix turned and cocked his eyebrow at Chan. 

“What do you mean trying? You see me hugging her.” Felix winked at you and gave Chan that megawatt sunshine smile then they both busted out laughing. Felix took his drink and went to get back to the rest of their friends leaving you and Chan in the kitchen. Once it was just the two of you, you quickly put down your cup, wrapped your arms around Chan’s broad shoulders and kissed him passionately. He braced himself against you and pulled you close, squeezing your full hips. When you pulled away Chan had a silly smile on his face and his ears were red. 

“What was that for?” You shrugged a little. 

“For making me happy.” Chan closed his eyes, cupped your face, and rubbed his nose against yours before pressing his full lips against yours again. 

“You make me happy too y/n. So happy.” That night was the first night you and Chan made love. Oh you had fucked before that, you had fucked Chan on your very first date, on a swing no less, but this was the first time you made love. Bodies pressed together tightly, slow and deep, soft kisses and sweet praise, breathing each other in. When you came that night it was like your whole body buzzed, you felt it everywhere, all over, your body practically vibrated with Chan’s on top of you, pressed into you, kissing you over and over, telling you he loves you, would do anything for you. You thought your heart couldn’t be fuller than it was in that moment.

Everything with Chan was just so easy. Even the hardest days were bearable. Chan had this thing he liked to tell you when you were overwhelmed or upset. He would say that ‘a life full of ups would never be fulfilling because you would never know how great the good parts are if you didn’t know how hard it could be too’. It always seemed to help put things into perspective for you. If you seemed down he would tell you every chance he had how beautiful you were. You were. He thought you had the most beautiful eyes and every time he looked at your lips, he wanted to kiss them. He loved your soft body too, your curves, his hands were always on you, touch clearly being one of Chan’s love languages. Whether it was twirling a piece of your hair while you both laid together on the couch reading, or a hand at the small of your back while you waited in queue at the movie theater, Chan’s hands were gentle.

Then there were times his touch would be scorching. Like when he ran his hands up and down your plush body after going down on you, making you cum multiple times on his tongue or when he gripped your hips as he thrusted into you from behind, slapping your full ass before fucking you harder. Your sex life was white hot. You would think after a little while you both would calm down a little but no. You were insatiable for each other. Just thinking about his firm torso and gripping his nice ass as he slammed into you had you squeezing your legs together under the table. You spent most nights together alternating between your place and Chan’s, but you hadn’t taken that last step of moving in together yet. Neither of you were in a hurry, you saw each other all the time anyway so it wasn’t imperative for it to happen. You’d move in together when you moved in, there was no right or wrong time as long as you both were happy. 

You were pulled from your reverie when you saw Chan rushing into the restaurant, it was like a replay of the first night you’d met all over again. Him in another black suit, hurrying to the hostess station before walking to your table with an apologetic and nervous smile on his face.  

“Well, some things never change. I was beginning to wonder if you were really standing me up this time.” You poked fun at Chan as he leaned over and kissed you, he seemed tense. 

“I’m so sorry baby girl I...” You put your hand up, shaking your head. You didn’t want him upset thinking you were mad. You knew why he was late; he didn’t need to make excuses with you. He was always late for the same reason. He had a habit of getting wrapped up in his work and completely losing track of time or anything that was outside of the task he was zeroed in on. You had never let it upset you, he was passionate about his job. Not everyone gets to have a job they love as much as he does. 

“It’s fine Channie, really. It hasn’t been too long.” He gave you a face that screamed ‘yeah right’ but nodded giving you a half smile, relieved that at least you weren’t upset with him. When the waiter came over Chan ordered a drink, and you got another glass of wine while you started talking about your day. Well, you were talking about yours, Chan seemed a bit quiet, a little distracted. You both ordered dinner and you ordered more than a salad this time. You could see why Chan had eaten his dish like he had on your first date. It was delicious! When the meal was done the waiter walked over with probably the most decadent looking piece of chocolate cake you had ever seen. It had two little sparklers lit on the top and written in chocolate syrup on the plate said Happy Anniversary Chan & y/n. 

“Channie, you didn’t... you’re so sweet.” The sparklers burnt out and you leaned over to give him a kiss. You pressed your lips against his softly and you could tell something was actually wrong with him. That little spark that was usually in him seemed to have burned out like the ones in the dessert on your table. He was upset about something, but you didn’t want to be pushy if he wasn’t ready to talk. He would come to you about it when he was ready.  

Chan had really hoped you didn’t notice how upset he was. He was trying to put on a happy face, but it was hard. He just wanted to get through dinner, get through the night. It was your first anniversary for fucks sake, he couldn’t tell you tonight. You both ate the rich chocolate dessert and drank the complimentary champagne. At one point, when you were talking about some silly video you had seen, Chan looked like he was a million miles away. 

“Chan? Did you hear me?” He blinked quickly and nodded. 

“Yea baby girl, I’m listening, sorry continue.” You shook your head. 

“Why don’t we get out of here baby? Do you want to go to yours or mine tonight?” Chan suddenly remembered the rest of his plans for the evening. 

“Oh uh, neither I got us a hotel room for the night.” Your smile grew and it made Chan feel warm inside. 

“Really?!” Channie, you’re such a hopeless romantic. I could just kiss your face off right now!” He let out a little laugh. He wanted nothing more than for you to be happy tonight. Tomorrow... tomorrow, Chan thought wearily. Chan paid for dinner, and you left for the hotel. When you got there and checked in Chan led you up to the room he had reserved over a month ago when he had been so excited for this night. When you walked in it was gorgeous. Very modern, sleek and simple, varying shades of white, black, and grey with chrome accents. 

“Oh my god! Chan! Look at this place! What the hell man?!” You ran over, jumped and fell back on the big fluffy bed laughing. Chan wanted to laugh with you, he wanted to be able to enjoy this like you did. Oblivious to what was coming. The choices that had to be made. The choice he wanted to make. When you sat up giggling you saw Chan standing there stoically. You weren’t used to seeing him like that, so serious. He was usually a fairly goofy, happy go lucky guy. He had seemed upset all night and you were trying to be patient and let him come to you about it, but he wasn’t saying anything, and you wanted him to enjoy this night as much as you did. Maybe if he just talked about it, he’d be able to. You walked over and grabbed Chan’s big hands and pulled him over to sit next to you on the bed. He followed with heavy steps. 

“What’s wrong Chan?” You asked as you both sat down. He shook his head. Not tonight. He wasn’t doing this tonight. 

“Nothing baby girl everything is fine.” The look on his face told you that everything was not fine. He was a terrible liar at the best of times but tonight there was no way to mask how upset he really was. 

“Christopher Bang do not lie to me. I can tell something is bothering you. I’ve waited for you to let out all evening, so just tell me what’s going on. I’m sure you’ll feel better.” He shook his head again. 

“No, I won’t, and you won’t either and I’m not ruining this night. Not on our anniversary.” Chan was getting more upset. You tilted your head confused. 

“You could never ruin tonight Chan. Tell me what’s wrong, it’s okay baby.” You ran your hand down his cheek. He sighed heavily and took your hand in his. He turned it over and looked down at your palm as if he were memorizing it, or perhaps looking into your future. He gently ran his thumb over the pulse point on your wrist, unable to look you in the eye knowing what he had to tell you. 

“I got a promotion at work today. It’s actually the position I dreamed of getting when I started at the company,” Your eyes went wide and you smiled brightly, squeezing his hand and pulling it towards your heart. 

“Chan that’s great news! Why on earth are you upset?” He chewed at his lips as he pulled your hand back down into his lap and played with your fingers, an absent-minded habit he had developed. 

“If I accept the position the first project I’d be in charge of would be opening and organizing the new Sydney office for our company. I would have to move to Australia for two years, once everything is running smoothly, I would be able to move back home.” Tears were welling up in Chan’s eyes at the idea of being away from you for any amount of time. You were in shock; you were not expecting that. 

“Oh.” Your bottom lip started to quiver, and Chan’s hand quickly came up to rub your cheek, comforting you. 

“I’m not accepting the position baby girl. I... I can’t be away from you for two years, I...” His tears started spilling over. You sat up straight and cut him off. 

“There’s no way I’m letting you turn down your dream job because of me!” Chan’s brows furrowed and he shook his head, refusing what you were saying. 

“It’s not because of you it’s because of relocating!” You scoffed and rolled your eyes.  

“If we weren’t together and you were offered this position, relocation and all, would you take it?” Chan’s head continued shaking, he closed his eyes. 

“No no no, that’s not fair because we are together, so what does it matter what I would do if we weren’t?” You stood up and started pacing as you ran your fingers through your hair frustrated. 

“You’ve been with me a year Chan and it has been the best of my life but this is a dream you’ve had for what; at least four or five years? I know how dedicated to your job you are Chan. I’ve apologized to countless people about your tardiness due to that dedication and I’m not letting you give up all that hard work for me!” Your own eyes were filled with tears now. 

“So what I’m just supposed to give up on us instead!? You just want to let us go?! Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for us?!! To find this!!” Chan motioned between the two of you. His voice got louder the more upset he got. You sat on the bed next to him again, tears started to trail down your face. 

“We’ll... We’ll make it work. We can do video calls and I can come vis-” Chan shook his head. 

“I can’t ask you to wait two years for me back here y/n. That’s not fair to y-” You cut him off this time. 

“No! Losing you completely when we are so happy is what is not fair Chan.” You laid down burying your face in your arms and you started crying, sobbing. Chan’s mind was racing a mile a minute. He wanted to comfort you, he wanted to ease your mind about all of this, his mind and he wanted a choice that kept the two of you together more than anything. Then it hit him. When the idea came into his mind, he thought he was an idiot for not thinking of it sooner. As soon as it popped into his head, he said it out loud. 

“Go with me.” You lifted your head and sat up sniffling, tears still streaking down your cheeks. You weren’t sure he was really asking what you thought he was asking. 

“What?” Chan scooted closer to you on the bed, the most determined look on his face you had ever seen. 

“Go with me. I’ll say yes to the promotion, and you come with me to Sydney. We’ll move in together. We practically live together already anyway. You can meet my family and see where I grew up.” You looked shell shocked. You blinked and gathered your thoughts back up. 

“You’re serious?” Chan shook his head. 

“As a fucking heart attack baby girl. When I planned this whole night out, I was going to ask you to move in with me anyway. Now it would be hundreds of miles away instead of my shitty apartment but...” You laughed. 

“I like your place.” He laughed too and shook his head. 

“What about my work? Our friends?” Chan rubbed circles on your back reassuringly. 

“Well, if you want to stay with your company, we could look into you transferring or you could always look for a new position in Sydney if you want a change. Our friends will love and support us, they’ll always be our friends whether we’re five miles or five thousand miles away.” You smiled ear to ear, the tears in your eyes now the sparkly, happy kind. 

“Sydney... together.” You said and Chan nodded, his smile was so big both his dimples appeared prominently. 

“Together baby girl. I love you so much.” You wrapped your arms around Chan’s shoulders and kissed him. 

“I love you too Chan.” He held your face in both hands as he kissed you over and over, each becoming more heated until teeth, lips, and tongues were all fighting for dominance. You crawled onto Chan’s lap, a thick thigh on each side of his legs. You sat down and started rolling your hips against his crotch. Chan lifted the skirt of your dress, and his hands gripped your full ass. Pushing you down to grind on him harder. 

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You pressed against the erection straining his pants, your breaths coming out faster as you worked yourself over him. 

“Chan... I... fuck... I love you.” You were both kissing, pawing, grinding against each other. It was messy, almost frantic, as if the other may evaporate if your touches and kisses ceased. You pulled at each other's clothes clumsily until you got frustrated and sat back on Chan’s legs, gripped the collar of his shirt and ripped the buttons open exposing his firm chest and torso. He never failed to make your mouth water. 

“God damn baby girl!” You pushed Chan’s shirt off and started kissing his neck and shoulder, grazing your teeth across as you continued to ride him. Suddenly Chan rolled and you were pinned underneath him laughing. 

“You’re feisty tonight baby girl but don’t forget who’s in charge here.” You could feel how wet your panties were getting. You loved it when Chan man handled you in bed, he wasn’t scared to get a little rough, throw you around a bit. He was certainly strong enough to and you knew how to get him going. You wrestled against him but it was no use, he was far stronger. He had your arms pinned and you were trapped under him. You gave him those sweet doe eyes of yours and smiled.  

“Channie, baby...” You cooed and leaned in like you were going to start kissing down his neck again. Instead, you bit and then sucked a mark onto Chan’s neck, low enough that a collared shirt would still easily cover it but dark enough he’d have to wear one for a couple days. 

“Fuck, mmmm, I’ll get you for that one when you least suspect it!” Chan laughed aquiesing, sliding the straps of your dress down and pulling it off you. When he had the garment discarded it revealed the black lace lingerie you had worn especially for the occasion. He sat back on his knees, his legs now straddling you. Chan bit his fist and closed his eyes trying to get a hold of himself. His dick had never been so hard in his life, he was certain of it. There you laid underneath him in a matching black lace bra, garter belt and panties. Stockings that stopped just before covering the tops of your thick thighs. Chan lost it. 

“Oh my god, you are fucking incredible!” his lips attacked your neck and chest, licking, kissing, biting, marking you. Groping you over the sheer lace that did nothing to actually cover you but was effective in its intended purpose, which was driving Chan wild. He pulled down the cups of the lacy bra and started to squeeze and then suck on your breasts, gliding his tongue over one nipple before giving the other a similar treatment. You threaded your fingers through Chan's curls as he migrated further down your body, kissing and licking a fiery trail in the process. He bit at your garter belt and pulled at it with his teeth before continuing his way down your body. When his mouth stopped just over your lace covered mount you started to squirm. You could feel his warm breath as he hovered over your cunt. You started to whine. 

“Channie please...” He smirked up at you. 

“Please what baby girl?” You blushed because you knew what he wanted to hear, you propped yourself up on your elbows. 

“Please baby, lick me, here.” You ran one hand down your body, slid your fingers into your cunt and Chan’s eyes darkened. He grabbed your hand pulling it out of your lacy panties and stuck your fingers in his mouth, sucking your juices off, humming contently. 

“Mmmm you taste so good...” Chan wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer, burying his face in your clothed pussy. 

“You smell good too beautiful and you asked so nicely. How could I possibly say no.” Chan pushed your panties to the side and drug his tongue through your folds.  

“Oh, oh, fuck!” He lifted his head for a second and grinned at you before spreading your labia, pressing his soft lips against your cunt, and sucking your clit. The moan that came out of you went straight to Chan’s dick. He focused, gently licking and then sucking on your clit and then added two fingers, pushing them inside you. 

“Fuck baby girl you’re always so tight, gonna feel so good wrapped around my cock.” You moaned when Chan went back to slowly devouring you, pumping his fingers inside you. He started humming and groaning against your pussy as he pumped his fingers into you harder hitting the spot that made your body buzz. You gripped his hair tightly and pushed his face into your cunt more. 

“FUCKFuckfuck RRRIGHT THERE rrright there! Yes, Chan fucking lick me baby...FUCK... eat me good Channie! You’re gonna make me cum, fingers feel so fucking good inside me!” Chan doubled his efforts and soon had you sailing into the abyss. You came on his tongue as you rubbed yourself against his face. 

“I’m coming, oh... OH! Oh my god Chan, fuck, I-I'm coming!” Chan was practically a maniac, licking, sucking, drinking in every bit of you that he could as he finger fucked you hard through your orgasm. When Chan removed his mouth from your sex he sat back on his knees between your legs, grabbed your panties and ripped them exposing your cunt to him unobstructed. You gasped out surprised. 

“CHAN!” He smirked at you and then gripped your bra partially tearing it making sure your breasts were free and easily accessible to him.  

“I told you baby girl... when you least expected it.” You laughed; Chan loved making you laugh even when you were fucking. Right now, his cock twitched seeing you laying there giggling in that torn up lace. Chan wasted no more time. He grabbed your soft hips and pulled you close, lined up his cock, coated it in your cum and pushed inside you fully. He buried his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder immediately. 

“FUCK! God damn so tight beautiful.” Chan grabbed a hold of your garter belt and pumped into you harder and faster. 

“So big Channie, you fill me up so good baby, harder, fuck me harder!” Chan gave you a sly smile. 

“Say please?” You narrowed your eyes at him and smiled back, two could play this game. You gave Chan your biggest, sweetest fuck me eyes and whined. 

“Please, harder daddy!” Chan involuntarily moaned when you said that unable to hide how much he loved it when you called him that. He dug his fingers into your squishy hips tight and started fucking you hard just like you asked. 

“Does daddy’s good girl wanna get fucked hard? Treat you like a queen but fuck you like a whore? MY whore? Is that how you like it baby girl? Are you gonna cum for daddy?” He kept up his punishing pace and it was your turn to moan out uncontrollably. 

“Fuck yes yes yes! I’m gonna cum daddy please please make me cum!” Chan started rubbing your clit with his thumb as he continued to fuck your hard and deep. He leaned down to whisper in your ear. 

“Let go baby girl, cum for me, cum for daddy.” You saw stars, the whole galaxy behind your eyes as you came on Chan’s cock, coating him in your juices as you screamed his name. 

“CHAN! FUCK!” You laid there somewhere between limp and stiff as Chan fucked you, prolonging your orgasm, letting you ride the wave of ecstasy you were feeling for as long as possible. When you started panting trying to catch your breath Chan slowed down a bit, grabbing both your breasts and squeezing as he slowly slid his cock in and out of your creamy pussy. 

“You gonna let me cum all over this pretty lace baby girl? Fuck! Wanna paint that sexy body.” You nodded and when your head was on straight again, you started begging Chan to cum for you. 

“Please baby cum for me, cover me baby, cum all over my pussy, wanna feel it, so warm, Channie please cum for me!” Chan gripped your garter belt again, fucked you harder and you started to cum again.  

“Fuck fuck fuck Channie baby FUUUUUCK!” Your walls squeezed and fluttered around Chan’s cock. Your sudden orgasm pushed him over the edge, and he started to cum inside you.  

“I’m coming baby girl oh fuck yes, fuck!” He pulled out and stroked himself over you letting the rest of his load coat your belly and garter belt, your torn panties and your mound, as a little started to drip out of your hole.  

“That’s my beautiful girl, fuck you look so good covered in my cum.” Chan rubbed the head of his cock up and down your slit making both of you shudder and twitch from the overstimulation. Chan started getting hard again just looking at you laid out like that. Your plush body flushed, breathless, your big breasts rising and falling quickly. Fucked out in torn up lingerie, running your fingers through Chan’s cum on your soft belly and licking it off.  

“Let’s go clean up baby. I wanna rip the rest of this off you. Then maybe I can wash you up real good with that massaging shower head they have.” He pressed a soft kiss to your neck and then his lips were against the shell of your ear. 

“Maybe bend you over that marble bench in the shower and give you my cock again, unload all over that thick ass this time.” Your pussy clenched and more of Chan’s cum came dripping out. Chan stood up and started walking backwards towards the bathroom, his firm body and his hard cock both proudly on display for you as he beckoned you to follow.  

Chan made you cum twice on the shower head and two more times on his cock before he was satisfied. He came all over your backside and rubbed it all over your ass as he rutted against you. After, you both quickly washed up to get to bed. You were absolutely exhausted by the marathon of fucking you had just had. You curled up under the big soft duvet resting your head in the crook of Chan’s arm that was wrapped around you. He kissed the top of your head then you both settled in and melted together as you fell asleep. 

You were leaning over a very round belly planting your new flowers in the little garden in front of your house while Chan and your son were kicking a soccer ball around the yard together. It was the perfect day to be outside as a family and even though you were due any day and you were supposed to be taking it easy, you had to get these flowers done before this little girl made her entrance into the world. You weren’t doing anything too crazy just sitting and digging in the dirt a little you should be fi- you felt a contraction which wasn’t surprising necessarily, but it was a strong one and then suddenly your sun dress was wet. 

“Uhhh... Chan?” Him and your son turned towards your voice and when Chan saw the look on your face and the wet dress, he knew. 

“CJ it’s baby time little guy. Go grab mommy’s bag and put it in the car while I help her up, okay?” The little boy who had just turned six that year nodded and ran into the house. Chan hurried over to you and you felt another contraction, this one hurt. 

“FFfffuck.” You gritted quietly through your teeth squeezing Chan’s hand. You didn’t want to alarm your son and you tried to not swear like that in front of him if you could help it. Chan held your hand and rubbed your lower back as you did your breathing through the contraction. When it ended you looked up at Chan with tears in your eyes. 

“I know we’ve done this before, but it seems like it was so long ago now. I’m scared Chan.” He smoothed your hair back away from your face and softly kissed your lips. 

“Look at me, okay? CJ is getting your bag, we’re gonna get you to the hospital and everything is going to be fine, okay? How do we get through things? Hmm? Like CJ’s birth, the cancer scare with your mom, like Australia?” You sniffled and wiped your tears as you calmed down. 

“Together.” Chan nodded and smiled, kissing your lips softly again. 

 @caroline-ds-world @jquellen27 @chansynie @ughbehavior @fixation-dump @lachinitaaaaa @rinrinndou @bangchans-angel @laylasbunbunny @owo-manii-uwu

“Together.” 

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#stray kids smut #skz smut #bang chan smut #chris bang smut #chan smut #skz317cb97 thick reader series pt 2 #skz317cb97 thick reader series #skz317cb97 #cal 🖤

[shipperqueen93]

Twice Upon a Dream Pt 1

I told you it wouldn’t take 6 years for the next part to be posted. A bit of a change from the previous fics but this is just a lead up for the main event. I promise that the next chapter will have what you are looking for. In the mean time enjoy this 

Once again I have to thank @ishtarelisheba for beta’ing this for me and helping me with my comma allergy.

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Ruby Lucas was tired. All she wanted to do was go home, take a long, hot bath, drink a very large glass of wine, and watch some sappy Hallmark movie. She had spent all day either in the library studying or in class. She had to deal with Dr Hyde’s nonsense first thing in the morning. The man’s whims could change on a dime. One minute he would be lecturing and next he would go off on some tangent and rave about nonsense, and he’d assign ridiculous work to anyone who tried to get him back on topic. 

Today she had been the idiot who pointed out he was off topic and he assigned her some stupid paper in response. Nine times out of ten, when he gave these assignments, he’d blow them off in the next class. With her luck, though, if she didn’t turn in the paper, it’d be the one time he’d actually expect it. So she had spent the afternoon in the library working on the stupid paper, kicking herself for being such an idiot. By the time she had finished it, she had to sprint to make it to her calculus II class, barely getting inside before Professor Bleu shut the door. 

Professor Faye Bleu was another level of annoying. She had a holier than thou attitude and a stick so far up her ass Ruby was surprised she wasn’t coughing up toothpicks. She was very much  “my way is the only right way” and was known to dock points if you got the answer in a way that was different from her preferred method. She seemed to love the sound of her own voice and would drone on and on, somehow managing to sound sanctimonious even when lecturing about derivatives. 

If it hadn’t been for Emma jabbing her in the side every so often, she would have been on the receiving end of a Faye Bleu rant for sleeping in class. She was going to have to borrow Emma’s notes, because she barely tracked anything that was said during class. She was exhausted not only from her research, but from working a double shift the night before at the diner. Ashley had called out due to her daughter being sick, so Ruby had picked up the extra hours. She had to call off on a date with Billy so she could take the shift, but she needed the money. 

When Professor Bleu finally ended class - a good twenty minutes late - Ruby all but ran from the class. Her mind was so focused on getting home, she didn’t notice Mulan until she ran into her. Thankfully, Mulan’s reflexes were better than her own, and her friend managed to keep them both from falling over. 

“You okay, Rubes?” Mulan asked as she pulled Ruby out of the way of the rest of class. 

Ruby leant against the wall, letting her head fall back. “Yeah, I’m fine, just tired. What’s up? What are you doing in the math hellzone?” 

Mulan was an archeology major. The major didn’t require many math credits and Mulan had already taken hers. She spent most of her time in the different history or science courses. 

Mulan waved at someone behind Ruby, and a moment later, Aurora was by her side. “Professor Drago needs to see you. Since I was swinging by to pick up Aurora, I said I’d send you her way.” 

Ruby frowned. “What does Dragon Lady want with me?” 

Ruby hadn’t taken a class taught by Professor Drago since her freshman year. She had played the intermediary between Belle and Drago a few times when Belle had been sick, but even then, it was just picking up books or some other source material. Belle had been back now for a month, so Ruby had no idea what Drago would want with her.

Mulan shrugged and wrapped her arm around Aurora’s shoulders. “No idea. She just asked me to tell you to stop by.”

Ruby groaned. Drago’s office was on the other side of campus and in the opposite direction of her and Belle’s apartment. “Ugh, kill me.” 

“Nah. Where's the fun in that?” Mulan smirked and gave her a little wave. “Good luck with Dragon Lady.” 

“Maybe don’t call her that when you see her,” Aurora added.

Glaring at the two of them, Ruby considered the consequences of just going straight home and enacting her plans of wine and vegging out. Professor Drago, however, wasn’t known to take kindly to being blown off. 

“You guys suck,” Ruby grumbled. Pushing off the wall, she left the couple behind and began her trek across campus. 

It took her twenty minutes to get to Drago’s office. She had to detour to avoid Greg Aston. Last thing she wanted was to have to fend off his creep advances. She passed Gold’s office on the way and wasn’t surprised to find it closed, though she could hear him rustling around. She supposed if she had to be here she was glad she was meeting with Drago instead of Gold. Belle was the only one who could deal with him. The few times she had to interface with him when Belle was sick were more than enough. He was an ass. A well dressed ass, but an ass, nonetheless. She didn’t know how Belle managed to fall for him, but then again, love couldn’t be rationalized. 

Getting closer, Ruby saw that Drago’s office door was shut and the lights were off. Ruby swore if this was Mulan’s idea of a joke, she was going to steal her Wushu uniform and dye it pink. She knocked on the door, half hoping for an answer, half hoping for there not to be. 

“Come in!” Drago’s voice called out. 

Cursing her luck, Ruby pushed open the door, blinking until her eyes adjusted to the dark. 

Drago was sitting at her desk, her feet kicked up on top of it, resting on paperwork. She looked up when Ruby came in and waved her over. “Ah, yes, Miss Lucas. Miss Wen must have sent you over. Please come in, go ahead and turn on the light.”

Ruby turned on the light and took in the office, now that she could see it better. The office was decorated tastefully in tones of black with the occasional pop of purple. There were a few crystal knick-knacks that, when the light caught them, sent rainbows across the space. The desk was relatively organized with papers in neat piles and books stacked in the corner. There was a comfortable looking purple chair in front of the desk that Ruby chose to utilize. A small crystal unicorn sat on the desk next to the blotter, surprising Ruby. She hadn’t pictured Drago as the unicorn type. 

Mal tracked Ruby’s gaze and must have recognized the confusion. She swung her feet off the desk and nodded to the figurine, “It was a gift from my wife, Ingrid. Not my shot of whiskey, but it’s cute.” 

Ruby hadn’t realized Drago was married, but now that she thought about it, she did see her at the Any Given Sundae quite often. Regardless, she still didn’t understand what she was doing here. 

“Professor Drago, Mulan said you needed…” Ruby was interrupted as the door burst open and Professor Gold came in. 

“Mallory, you need to do the damned safety training. Regina is breathing down my neck and I don’t have time to deal with her bullsh-” Gold cut himself off suddenly, seemingly when he realized Ruby was there. 

“Cameron, dear, I’m a bit busy at the moment. Can you come back later?” Drago barely paid him a glance. 

Gold looked between Ruby and Drago, and he frowned. “Miss Lucas, considering a change in majors?”

Ruby glanced over at Drago, who just looked bored, before answering. “No?”

Gold raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you auditing a class?”

Ruby looked over at Drago -who was examining her nails- again, then back to Gold. “No. No, I’m not.”

“Ah. Well, in that case, as Professor Drago’s office hours ended an hour ago and she has other business to attend, I suggest you run along and gossip with someone else.” He stepped aside and held the door open for her, completely dismissing her. 

It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him he could run along and shove that cane where the sun didn’t shine. 

Thankfully, Drago spoke up before Ruby could get herself into trouble. “Miss Lucas is here waiting for Miss French, who is running late due to a meeting with Kathryn. After I’m done with Miss French, I’ll go do the bloody training. So unless you need to speak with Miss French, too, please run along”

Ruby was working to get a degree in forensic science, so she was pretty good at spotting small details, and working at the diner, she had learnt to read people. So when she saw the way Gold’s features tightened at the mention of Belle’s name, she took note. She wasn’t sure what had gone down between Belle and Gold, but it was obvious things were not business as usual. Before Belle’s case of mono, she and Gold had basically been joined at the hip, but now they seemed to be avoiding each other. Belle had refused to say what happened, claiming that they were both busy and she had to focus on her studies, but Ruby didn’t believe it for a second. 

Gold must have felt her scrutinizing him, because he glanced over to her, and in that moment, anything she had previously seen from him disappeared back under the mask of Professor Gold. “Very well. But if Regina comes banging on my door again? I’m telling Jones where your ice cream stash is.” 

Ruby didn’t think it was that big of a threat, but by the way Mal glared at Gold, apparently it had the effect he intended. 

“Go to hell, Gold,” Drago said, throwing a pencil his way. 

Gold simply stepped out of the way as he made his way back out of the office, his reply said over his shoulder. “I’ll save you a seat on the ride down.”

Drago cursed at Gold’s back, using a few choice phrases that Ruby made note of for future reference, but when she seemingly got that out of her system, she just went back to examining her nails. Ruby tried to remember if Belle mentioned meeting up after class, but she couldn’t recall anything. 

Finally, after several minutes of awkward silence, she spoke up. “Professor Drago, is there a reason you asked me to come by?”

Drago at last looked up from her manicure and examined Ruby for a moment before speaking. “Cameron Gold is an asshole.”

There was a moment where Ruby just stared at Drago, processing what she had said, before a laugh burst out. “Yeah, and water is wet. That’s not exactly news, or reason for why you called me here.” 

Drago rolled her eyes, but finally sat up at the desk and looked at Ruby, all traces of previous humor gone. “Miss Lucas, you took Western Civilization with Gold as part of your essential studies and, given your proximity with Miss French, I think you know that there is a scale of assholishiness when it comes to Gold. There is your normal, regular day-to-day asshole, which I can admire and respect. And then there is how he has been lately…” 

She trailed off and looked at Ruby expectantly, but Ruby was still wondering what this had to do with her. 

“Professor Drago, I’m not su-” Ruby started but was quickly cut off again.

“You’re roommates with Miss French, are you not?” Drago asked, steamrolling over what Ruby had been saying. Before Ruby could even respond, Drago was already moving on. “I haven’t seen Miss French around much lately. It used to be that she was always around. She and Gold used to be peas in a pod. I couldn’t tell you how many times I walked into Gold’s office and found Miss French reading in the corner or working at his desk.” 

Ruby didn’t doubt Drago’s claim. Belle had spent more time with Gold than she had at home. Ruby knew part of that had to do with the fact that Belle had developed feelings for Gold, but she also spent time there studying and working on her thesis. But like Drago stated, ever since Belle had come back from her stint with mono, the two had been avoiding each other. When she had asked Belle what had happened, her friend had turned red and claimed that they were just busy. 

Drago observed her over her steepled fingers. “Surely you’ve noticed a difference in Miss French, as well? Strange that such a change would occur at the same time as Gold’s own personality change…”

Ruby couldn’t help the quirk of her lips and inclined her head in recognition of Drago’s point. “It is quite a coincidence.” 

Drago settled back into her seat, and when she spoke, it was with a hint of nostalgia.  “Let me tell you a story, Miss Lucas. Back when I was in school, there were these two other students who just hated each other. I’m talking they were constantly at each other’s throats and they made life miserable for each other, and for everyone around them, too. But despite that, everyone could feel the chemistry between them. Everyone but themselves. They were absolutely blind to the tension that sparked every time they were in the room. After a year of dealing with this, one of the other students got fed up with their snarking and locked the two of them in a closet. When they were let out a few hours later, the dynamic had…shifted.” 

Even though Ruby knew the answer, she couldn’t resist asking. “They talked it out?” The look Drago shot her cleared any lingering doubt. She was starting to see why Drago had called her here. “So let me make sure I understand this right. You are suggesting I should lock Belle and Gold in a closet and hope they kiss and make up?”

Drago gave a gasp of faux shock. “I would never suggest you lock an esteemed professor and his student in a closet, especially for such crude reasons.” Drago paused just long enough for Ruby to think maybe she misunderstood before continuing. “I simply wished to share a story with you, Miss Lucas. What you decided to do with that information? That is completely up to you. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some safety trainings to review.” 

The dismissal was clear, and despite her protest, Ruby understood what Drago was doing. It was one thing for Drago to tell a story and let Ruby interpret it how she wanted. It was another to endorse and support a plan to essentially hook up a professor and student. Still, it was clear what Drago’s long term goal was here, and Ruby was willing to put herself on the line for it. There was a lot to plan out, but suddenly, Ruby was no longer tired, her earlier exhaustion bleeding away. It seemed a trip to visit Emma was in order. Iif anyone knew anything about secret forbidden relationships, it was her. 

Ruby was halfway out the door when she paused and looked back at Drago. “Professor?” she spoke up. 

Drago glanced up from her laptop and raised an eyebrow. “Yes, Miss Lucas?”

“The couple in your story. What happened with them in the end?”

Drago smiled and fingered the crystal unicorn on her desk. “My wife and I have been married going on ten years now. Have a good night, Miss Lucas.”

#rumbelle fic #rumbelle #ouat #ruby lucas

[wolfgang-king]

Episode 4 of Under The Banner Of Heaven:

Emma Smith

I always thought it was weird that they talked about Emma a lot when discussing the earliest days of the church, but you hear less and less about her as they move west, and her story kind of stops after her great grand story about her complaining about having to clean up from the men after they’d been smoking and chewing tobacco and drinking which lead to the great Word Of Wisdom “revelation” (and man did I see straight through that as soon as I heard that story), and then that’s it. I always wondered why we didn’t hear about what Emma had to say when the men were debating about who should lead, which of course gave us the great myth of Brigham turning into Joseph. As I got older and started to see the sexism in the church I figured it was just because she was a woman, and Joseph had died and so she wasn’t relevant to the story anymore, but it still bothered me. It wasn’t until I actually left the church completely that I learned that she had denounced Brigham and her and the rest of the Smith’s left and formed their own Mormon sect (which is still around as the Reorganized Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter-Day Saints, or RLDS). I think that’s very telling as to what actually happened and the pieces missing from the official story become a little clearer. If I had been taught this as a child in Sunday school it would have been a giant weight on my young shelf.

Personal note: I want to say as a child I never really questioned the story of the restoration because even though it was fantastical I was raised in a world that told me Santa and the Easter bunny were real, and that Jesus turned water into wine and raised the dead and Noah lived to be 600 years old and built an ark and Moses turned the rivers of Egypt into blood and Lot’s wife was turned into salt, and Jews traveled from the holy land to the americas, and that the dark wicked men could be made clean and white and holy through repentance (it was like a slap in the face hearing that ranger call the detective Lamanite, it’s so fucking racist and it’s been so long since I’ve heard it used against someone), and millions of people died in a great battle in ancient upper-state New York. Joseph Smith talking to god and angels and translating these ancient texts was not that much of a stretch. My questioning was always scriptural, how did Noah get all the animals?; how did the brother of Jared survive that crossing it doesn’t make sense; how could eve have known it was wrong to eat from the tree of knowledge when she didn’t understand the difference between right and wrong until she ate of the fruit?; why was Lucifer’s plan the bad one, wouldn’t it be better if every got to go to heaven? Isn’t that the point? We wouldn’t know the difference?; or it was doctrinal, why is the word of wisdom so important? Does it really matter if someone drinks a cup of coffee every morning? (side note, as a kid I loved coffee and loved it when my paternal grandma stayed with us cause I always got at least one small cup during her stay, and I sometimes got one when we went to the diner, but only if I had other wise been good); what is the purpose of doing baptisms for the dead? How do the dead people know it’s been done? Are there missionaries in heaven with a list? Do they just magically know? is there a time frame for them to decide? Can they change their minds? How are people who are cremated restored at the resurrection if we need our bodies preserved for the resurrection? Why do I have to wear dresses to church but not church activities?

#under the banner of heaven #utboh #personal #this is seriously giving me lots to think about

[jennasnerd]

7:47

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: Murder, little bit of cussing, mentions of depression, potentially errors in this story lol Summary: A couple goes into a diner and enjoy their time together, eating and talking! The boyfriend had to go use the restroom. When he went into the bathroom, he finds an unusual fellow! But things took a dark turn sooner or later.. 7:00pm It was a quiet night in the city of London. The wind was blowing very slow, but strong. A waiter was sitting on a bench outside, taking a tiny nap. He appeared to be very exhausted due to the work he has been doing all day. The waiter appeared to wear a suit with the tie being messy. Along wearing a soda jerker hat, that's almost falling off the man's head. He was in deep sleep, not even hearing the foot steps that are getting very louder. It sounded as if someone was approaching him, which there was. A tall man with a suit and a soda can in his hand, stares at the tired waiter. "Dave. DAVE," The Man yelled! Dave opened his eyes. with terror in his eyes. He sits up and only to see the tall man standing in front of him. "I'm surprised you remembered my name. Some of the fuckers here don't even remember my name," Dave exclaimed, looking grumpy. The tall man revealed to be Dave's friend, Larry Banter. Larry let's out a chuckle. "Well silly, of course I still know your name! We spend a lot of time together, if you ask me! But come on! We have to get to work. We don't want the boss getting mad at us," Larry said with a smile on his face, dragging Dave's arm to the diner. Dave let out a big sign and then got up. He slapped and rubbed his face to wake himself up even more. With a grumpy face, he approaches the table and sat down, turning the TV on to keep him entertained. Larry glares at Dave while cleaning a glass. "Dave, ya know. Maybe you should do something helpful! Like organizing the chairs," Larry said with a deep tone. Dave faked a smile and then let out a groan. He slowly walked to the unorganized chairs, then put them away. Suddenly, a bell rings. Dave got alarmed, then slowly turned only to see a man with a long black coat and a hat with his girlfriend with a pink dress. Larry's eyes widen as the two approached to them. "Table for 2 please," the man said with the deepest tone you could ever imagine. Larry gulped then glared at Dave, giving him a signal to get them a table. Dave slowly nodded then led the couple to their table! Dave was right beside the man, scanning him. Only to find out that the man had a revolver and cigars in his pockets. Dave got very anxious when he was near the man. Once they were at the table, the handsome man and beautiful woman sat down. The man put his hat down on the table and looked at Dave with a deadly stare. "I would like to have a lemon shot tea please. Make sure you go easy on the lemon too," The man said, cracking his knuckles. "Sure sir, and you ma'am?" Dave questioned. The woman looked up and smiled. "I would like to have red wine please." Dave wrote everything down and then put the small notebook to his chest and put on a smile. "Alright! I'll be back with your beverages," Dave stuttered while walking away slowly. Larry wanted to know about the two, so he decided to approach them with a smile on his face. "Hey you two! Are y'all doing okay?" Larry questioned. "I'm doing okay! Thank you for asking sir," the man replied. "Hey! What's your name hm?" Larry asked, sitting with the couple. "The name's Mike," Mike answered with a smile on his face. "And this pretty thing right here, this my girlfriend. Melissa." Melissa waves at Larry, with a slight smile. As the two talked, Dave realized what time it is. It was closing time. Dave relieved and went to Larry and told him it was closing time. "Welp, it's closing time y'all. But here's y'alls drinks! Take it on the go," Larry said, giving the two lovely people their drinks. "Alright, I need to use the bathroom right quick. Gimme a minute," Mike said while putting his drink down to go use to bathroom.

7:47pm Mike then went to the bathroom to use the bathroom. But he saw someone... very unusual. "Hey sir, you good?" Mike questioned before he put his hand on the man's shoulder. Mike couldn't believe what he saw.. "HAHAHA, YOU MUST BE MIKE HMM. THE LEGEND WHO THOUGHT HE WAS THE HERO OF THE TOWN," the unknown man said. "Blackness. Of course you would be here," Mike glared. "Well Mikey, I never die. you wanna know why? because I'm the one who controls the blackness. I'm the one who controls the ghosts. I am BLACKNESS. straight up. You can't do nothing to stop the shit I'm doing, you fuckin no life bitch. You will pay for everything you've done. You taken everything from me. So I'm here. to get my revenge," Blackness yells, while poofing to a different room. "shit... SHIT," Mike panics. Mike, somehow lost his gun and tries to find it. But then suddenly, Mike heard a gunshot. A very loud gunshot. Mike then gets up and rushes to the table, only to find out his girlfriend is head shot. on the table. Mike stared at the body with terror, anger, and sadness in his eyes. The depression started to kick into him. Mike laid on the floor, crying his whole heart out. "You did this to yourself Mike. This is what I had to go through thanks to you. I had to go through deep depression because of you. I WAS SLITTING MY OWN GOD DAMN WRISTS BECAUSE OF YOU. Now that I'm unstoppable, I can finally fucking get my good revenge," Blackness yelled, poofing away. Mike curled into a ball, still crying. "Actions have consequences" - Morton Blackwell NOTE: I am probably gonna make a backstory for this. also sorry if this was a lazy typing lol. I was very very lazy :( but If I do end up making the backstory, I'll make it more scary.

#short story #read this

[crazybigredlove]

11th November 2013 

Dear Pete, 

Finished work and went home to wallow in my damaged state. Dylan and his girlfriend are killing training for me so I was avoiding that. The joy of gaining weight is that it doesn't motivate you to do anything except eat more, so when The Czech rang stating that he was craving steak and it would be his treat, all I could think about from the cozy nest of blankets on the couch was how much I could no longer exist without potatoes in my stomach and how this was my potato-fuelled chance to finally come clean with him. If I had ever needed a sign from the universe, this was it. 

Potatoes. Potatoes in all their deep-fried glory. 

An hour later I'm sitting across from him, so happy to see him that I'd temporarily forgotten about potatoes, and otherwise occupied with staring into the deep blue of his eyes. 

I love blue eyes. So much. 

"It feels like forever since I've seen you. My fault. How's things? Tell me your latest story." There's that grin and as seems to be my habit, I see it and grin twice as wide. "Welllll..." Realising that other than getting screwed over by Big Red and his chicken cooking ruse, oh and of course having sex with my housemate, there is nothing happening in my world worthy of filling time. It seems silly to dwell on me. "Why don't you go first?" 

There's a shift in the mood as I lean across the table with an expectant smile. His face is suddenly deadpan. "There's a reason I wanted to have dinner tonight." 

My heart stops and my mind races; whirring dangerously close to hoping that he is about to tell me the very thing I had been hoping to talk to him about, I'm paused in time. Breath is no longer moving into and out of my lungs because there actually might be a chance. All those nights of tolerating his crap may be about to deliver the motherload of plot twists. "Oh," I say nonchalantly, determined not to let him know that this moment has been two years in the making for me. 

"Yeah, something, something is happening and I wanted you to find out from me. Rather than anyone else." There's a kick in my chest as my heart reboots, but the bottom dropped out of my stomach. I hear myself laughing nervously knowing this isn't about to be a declaration of undying love. "Well, don't leave a girl in suspense." 

"I'm pregnant." As the air began to move freely again I couldn't help but chuckle in relief. "I thought you'd put on a little weight but I assumed it was too many late nights drinking." The waiter appears and places our drinks down. I have red wine; he has beer. I reach out and take a sip immediately. "Lisa is pregnant. It's mine." The red liquid is flying across the room before I can stop it. Three drops splash against his cheek while the rest seeps into his shirt and leaves a blood red mark that will likely stain. My jaw is left dropped in horror, there's a sharp bolt in my chest, and the six seconds it took for all of that to happen starts replaying on a loop in my head so that I can be embarrassed by my clichéd response forever and simultaneously devastated to find that this man is more of a lothario than even I imagined. "Oh. Planned?" I squeak the words out once the power to speak has been reclaimed, but my mind is in a dangerous spin and unable to focus. The scowl on his face answers my question and I'm reminded of the importance of birth control and how pregnancy will never be my go-to method in terms of tricking a man into commitment. "Well at least it's with someone you like. I mean, you guys dated on and off for a while, sometimes even while you were dating me, so I'm guessing you must really like her...?" His face doesn't change. "Maybe on like a level you're not consciously aware of?" Awkward pause. "Really, really deep down?" Longer pause. "Well hopefully the sex was good!" 

Some nearby diners glance over in curiosity and The Czech begins to laugh but in a crazed way that makes me want to shift my chair slightly further away from his. "Can it ever be eighteen years worth of child support good?" "No, but it can be seventeen dollars good," I offer. "You think I'm only seventeen dollars good in bed?" He appears wounded. "What? No! That's not what I-" "Ouch." It's hard not to laugh at the dejected expression on his face. "No, I mean that sex without a condom is seventeen dollars good. That's how much the morning after pill costs. Some girls think it's worth the risk for only seventeen dollars the next day. In the heat of the moment I don't think there's that many people weighing up using a condom against a lifetime of child support. But then most people have multiple cases for their iPhone yet they are okay with unprotected sex. Protect your phone at all costs, but your body you'll expose to HPV and herpes without a second thought. And don't even get me started on that venereal disease they call 'blue waffle'..." "Seventeen dollars? Is that all it costs?" Yep, people nearby are definitely interested now. "Yeah." Then I blush remembering that one and only awkward (and risky) night I ignored all those lectures in my physical education class and lost my virginity. "For seventeen dollars I wouldn't be in this mess?" "Well, to be fair, condoms cost even less... So really, if you'd wanted to you probably could've avoided this mess for about six dollars. Actually, for six dollars you could've avoided this mess twelve times because it's six dollars for a twelve pack." His face begins to contort in pain and I start to feel that familiar discomfort in my stomach that only seems to strike when I've overstepped the mark. "But that is not helping and is not important right now. Sorry. What's important is that you're fulfilling your basic purpose for existence, furthering the species. Go you! That actually makes you, scientifically speaking, the most successful person at the table. Yay!" Waving my hands in the air a little isn't encouraging him at all, so I switch to fidgeting nervously as his head bangs against the table, and blocking the spot the waitress was intending to place his dinner. Standing beside him, she clears her throat. His head lifts just far enough for her to complete her task before she scoots away with a distressed, backwards glance. "Is that why you insist on using them? Because they're cheaper." I laugh. "No, I insist on it because I would like to avoid having to ring someone and awkwardly say that I don't know who gave it to who - maybe it was you or maybe it was me - but everyone needs to go to the doctor and get a shot. And maybe everyone before that, and definitely the people after that, but hey, we're all in this together now. Antibiotics all round! That is not my idea of a good time. Nor is having to explain who you are to a baby daddy who doesn't remember you. Or explaining to my parents that I don't know who the baby daddy is." I shudder at the thought. 

He starts laughing again. "On behalf of men everywhere, thank you for always ruining the moment with a condom." "Oh no, it is always my pleasure to not catch chlamydia." 

Both laughing, our eyes meet in that way they do and I suddenly wonder if it could be different between us; if he'd ever thought there was a chance... 

Dismissing the thought as quickly as it appeared we dug into our meals and kept the conversation light until several hours later when they kicked us out. Time to say goodbye we stood outside, our homes in opposite directions, and I waited expectantly for what he always said. I was prepared; I'd rehearsed my response before I even left the house. 

"Thanks for dinner," I said, feeling my heart thumping faster in my chest, prepared for the speech I was about to recite for him. "All good. Your friendship is worth a meal every now and again." The words cut as sharply as any knife ever could and I floundered. The words so carefully practiced vanished from my brain, leaving me standing there, jaw frozen, mind blank. 

With a flash of a dimple and a swagger he walked away. There was nothing to say because there was no one left to say it to. 

It was a long walk home in the dark on my own. Everything I had ever hoped for with Will had come crashing down in two simple words. "I'm pregnant." There was no point hoping anymore. It was done. Lisa could have him. 

Liv x 

[rorygilmre]

your corner in my mind is well established;

Teach me how. Teach me how to love and how to lose, how to whisper goodbyes as softly as we whispered confessions. Teach me how to separate the man from the disappointment, how to forgive the aching wounds you gave. Teach me how not to hate you, how to realize we didn’t falter and this was just timing. Teach me how to move on, how to not see you in every face or every moving vehicle. Teach me how to give up, how to walk away like you did so effortlessly.

Leave my daydreams. Leave my head, leave me alone. Leave my bed, leave me alone. Leave my phone, leave me alone. Leave my life as simply as you entered. Leave, leave, leave. Leaving is the new artform we must learn from the masters, though I think you’ve been seeing a tutor on the side before I even got the chance to begin.

I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for girlish giggles at your name on my phone. I didn’t ask to have someone I could excitedly tell my friends about. I didn’t ask you to tell me your secrets or look at me in that way that made all of my walls fall. I didn’t ask you to teach me your past, to teach me your mistakes, or to become one of those anecdotes. I didn’t ask for someone to slow dance with or gaze at tenderly. I didn’t ask for soft rain on the roof or the sparkle in your eye or to smile when you made your way back to me in a crowd.

You can have it back. You can have your promises back. You can have your gentle touches back. You can have your easy smiles back. You can have that dive bar back, the one where you moved closer and closer to me. You can have your drink of choice back, the one I can’t even look at in the grocery store. You can have all these memories because I don’t need them. What I can’t say, what I avoid saying… is that you could have me back if you wanted to. You could have my hand in yours, my taste on your tongue, my head on your shoulder. You can have me; you just need to say you want me. You used to be so good with words, but now I can’t hear a single one.

I try to continue with my life. I try to not hear you in every song, I try to not see your name on my phone, I try to not miss your calls. I try to not see your face in the raindrops. I try, I try, I fail. I fail because it’s impossible to act as if you didn’t happen. It’s impossible to not want you still. It’s impossible to not think of you each minute and it’s impossible to not wonder if you think of me too. I’m the fool who falls too fast, forms connections others never reciprocate… I’m the fool in this story. It’s a role I know well.

I fall asleep with your memory, with our moments. Our picturesque home movies flashing like a film reel that has taken up all space in my mind. We’re impossible to escape and it makes me sick to watch the story play out over and over again each night. I see us at red lights, I see us in that diner, at the concert, at the wine tasting, walking across the street, outside at that café, at the beach, at the bar. I feel your body weight against mine, your hands in my hair, on my thighs, on my knee. I feel you, I see you, I miss you. You’ve ruined so many places for me. We found hidden treasures together… or were we the hidden treasures that made every place we went feel magical? Did we leave a little fairy dust everywhere we went? What is it worth now that the magic is gone? Have the lights dimmed downtown, have the beach bums stopped getting drunk? Does everyone else feel this, the way my universe shifted when you said goodbye?

Teach me how to walk away. Teach me how to say goodbye. Teach me how to live and not drown in these feelings.

#tr #do not reblog #my writing

[spidernerdsblog]

Dude I have a VERY strong feeling that Nailah is just as bossy as y/n and have the boys, I mean ALL of them, wrapped around their fingers so can u plz write a blurb on this❤️ love ur work soo much!!

I'm taking a dive into their teenage years the twins are 17 here. This blurb is mostly about them. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Youngblood

Match made in hell (series)

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings : violence, blood

The men from the London tramps mc would be here in a minute for the deal as Harrison and Harry waited at speakeasy. Harrison’s eyes glanced at the crowd when he spotted someone. It’s none other than his god daughter Nailah. She was standing near the bar sipping on some expensive wine dressed in a leather jacket over a white top and dark jeans paired with ankle boots. The young bartender at the counter was blatanly flirting with her as she giggled at his words—only if he knew she’s just toying with him for her own amusement. She was way too smart for her own good.

Harrison pushed through the crowd and grabbed her by the arm, giving a warning glare to the bartender who went back to his work. “What are you doing down here?”

“Drinking.” Nailah lifted her glass coolly.

“Well I can see that but it’s not a good time for you to be here.” he said warily.

“This is my mum’s place. I can be here anytime I want.” she said haughtily.

“Ok but you will stay here, understand? We are meeting some people tonight. It's not safe outside.” he said.

“Ok.” she drawled. Harrison felt a buzz in his pocket and he took out his phone to see a text from the dealers. He looked at Harry silently telling him to follow him out of the diner.

Nailah quietly observed her uncles sneak out of the bar but her curiosity always made her do things which she was specifically told not to do. Maintaining a distance she followed them to the alley behind the diner where two trucks were parked. She stood behind one of them and watched the whole deal happen. After a few minutes two men walked up to the other truck when she heard them laughing among themselves about how the guns are fake and they’re gonna make a lot of money. This made her blood boil and she was about to step out to confront them.

“Where the hell are you doing here?” Nathan’s low and deep voice made her jump.

“God! You scared me!” Nailah pressed a hand to her chest gasping.

“Leah, it's the biker gang, they're dangerous. Go back inside the diner” he whispers.

“Those fucking wankers are selling us fake guns I heard one of them talking about it. We should go tell uncle Haz.”

“No we’re not. You go inside or else I’m calling mum.” he warned.

“Oh c’mon don’t be a sod.” she grumbled.

“You do know right, I'm five minutes older than you? So listen to your big brother.”

“I think mum will be equally thrilled to know about you sneaking into the woods during our summer camp.” her lips pull up to a smirk.

“What?” Nathan frowned in confusion.

“Don’t act surprised I saw you with that Petrova girl.”

Nathan’s eyes widened. “Leah, we're just friends!”

“You’re being a very bad influence on your baby sister.” she pouted, batting her eyes innocently.

“Nothing happened between us I swear!” he hissed when two large hands grabbed them by their necks. They struggled in their grasp and found two burly men one with a scar on his face another with heavily tattooed arms looking at them angrily.

They dragged them out from behind the truck leading them to their boss. “Boss, we found these two hiding behind the truck.” Harrison and Harry turn around to find Nathan and Nailah. None of them looked scared, instead they were both raging with anger.

“They are my nephew and niece, let them go.” Harry said quickly.

“So why were they hiding? Did you have other plans, Holland?” Vincent said crookedly.

“Uncle Haz, I heard them talking about all the guns being fake!” Nailah interrupted and Vincent’s jaws twitched as his body tensed up.

“Leah shut up for god’s sake!” Nathan barked.

“What?!” Harrison and Harry strided to the boxes to check the shipments and it turned out they were all fake.

“You really thought you could fool us so easily.” Harrison growled, pulling out his glock from inside of his jacket.

Vincent shot a blank in the air and everything went berserk after that as Harrison lunged towards him and Harry went to take down the fat guy standing beside him. Nathan gave a back kick straight to the kneecap of the scar faced guy he crouches down and then he brought down his elbow hard on his neck.

Meanwhile the tattooed guy who was holding Nailah lets go of her to jump into the fight assuming she’s just a helpless girl which was a big mistake for him. Nailah quickly bent down to pull out the knife from her boot and slashed him across his face from ear to jaw. He howled, pressing his hand to the cut as blood flowed through his fingers and she took the chance to stab him under the ribs. He dropped down writhing in pain.

“Fuck! Tom is going to kill us.” Harrison shook his head, looking around the whole mess.

****

You were sitting on the couch anxious as Tom paced in front of you seething in rage.

“Calm down will you?” you said.

“Calm down? Seriously?” He looked at you incredulously. “You know how dangerous it was?”

“You think I don’t know that? I’m their mother Tom! I’ve been worried sick since Harry called.” you snapped. His expression softened as he placed a hand on your shoulder gently.

“I understand, love.” he said with a soothing voice.

Just then the door opened as Harrison and Harry walked inside with Nailah and Nathan behind them. You jumped to your feet and rushed towards them.

“Are you two okay?” you cupped their faces with concern looking up and down their bodies. “Are you hurt?”

“We are absolutely fine mum. Don’t worry.” Nathan held your hand and smiled reassuringly.

“Nate how many times did I tell you not to get yourselves into trouble? And you took your sister too!” Tom’s voice was sharp and authoritative.

“Daddy it wasn’t Nate’s fault. I was the one who followed uncle Haz.” Nailah stepped forward defending her brother.

“That’s not an excuse, what if they had hurt you huh? Do you have any idea how worried your mother was this whole time?” Nathan and Nailah glanced down to their feet with guilt. “I know you both are young and feel this is all fun. But trust me it isn’t. There’s a reason why I and your mother want to keep you both away from all of this. We have a lot of enemies who are just looking for an opportunity to get back at us.” You went and laced your hand to Tom’s comfortingly as his tone softened. “And you two are all we have and if anything happens to you we won’t be able to survive.”

“We’re sorry dad. This won’t happen again.” They mumbled an apology.

“Tom cut them some slack.” Harrison said. “I know it was dangerous but if it wasn’t for Leah those bloody bikers would have sold us those fake guns.”

“Yeah I’m aware and I’m pleased about that.” Tom looked at Nailah smiling proudly. “But this will be the last time for both of you. No more messing around with the mafia or the MCs, that's our problem to deal with.” They nod in understanding.

“C’mon you guys go to your rooms and clean up. You both are dirty as hell.” You said scrunching your nose as they slowly made their way up the stairs. “And don’t think that you both are forgiven because I’m still mad at you and for that you’re not allowed at the diner.”

“Muuumm” They whined giving you their best puppy dog eyes.

“You heard me.” you said sternly. “You’re not going anywhere near that place until I make sure it’s safe.”

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#tom holland #mob! tom #mob! tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland blurb #tom holland smut #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland fluff #dad!tom

[amive2567]

Characters: Ochako Uraraka x Reader, Tsuyu Asui x Reader, Momo Yaoyorozu x reader, Mina Ashido x Reader, Kyoka Jirou x reader.

Reader info: no pronouns used

Warnings: fluff, mention of food and eating,

Summary: Just some scenes of what the girls would do with you if you date.

Here is some music for each character:

Ochako, Tsuyu, Momo, Mina, Jirou

Masterlist

~ will work on the weekend so she can take you out to a nice, cute cafe

~ You have the urge to repay her, but she waves it away

~ She orders a simple cappuccino, and you a latte macchiato

~ After you finished your hot drinks you walked through the park near the cafe

~ Holding hands and talking about everything that comes to your minds

~ After some time you sit down and watch the clouds passing by

~ You take turns pointing to certain clouds and explaining what they remind you of

~ "They look like your wrist on your costume." the two-round clouds moved away and deformed.

~ "You're right. I never thought that you would notice it."

~ You smiled at her and tapped her nose.

~"I am full of surprises." you whisper in her ear.

~ her cheeks turn beet red, and she tries to hide it with her hands.

~ You giggle and kiss her on the cheeks

~ Uraraka.exe has stopped working now

~ She just loves you so much

~ more than just to the moon and back

~ Will take you on active dates

~ like hiking or swimming

~ but if you are a lazy bug (like me ;) she will find a way to get you out of the house

~ this girl wants only the best for you

~ she will do everything in her power to see you smile

~ on rainy days she will cuddle up with you in a huge blanked fort you build

~ a hot chocolate with marshmallows and wiped creme is a must for those days

~ sometimes you even try to bake a small cake for the both of you. Unfortunately, the oven was quite weird to handle so you burned the cake.

~ After that event you agreed on leaving the baking only to Sato

~ In summer you both spend your time at the swimming pool in the school.

~ Of course to train for hero school and not to splash each other with water and play water polo ;)

~ you two laugh so much together

~ Every date you have is just so fun that you couldn't wait for the next one

~ spends a lot of money on you

~ the one she loves deserves everything she could think of

~ picnic dates are her forte

~ eating cake in a wine glass and feeding each other with strawberries

~ also making each other flower crowns

~ when it's hot enough you both go to the lake and swim

~ floating next to each other while holding hands to not drift apart. (like cute otters)

~ She thought of everything, so she prepared the softest towels for the both of you

~ after that, you both lay on the picnic blanket and read a book

~ you just enjoy being together on a sunny day

~ on rainy days you may go to some fancy restaurants or discover some new variations of street food

~ connecting your pinkies while walking through the streets is just the most adorable thing the two of you could do

~ dances with you through your home or the streets

~ sometimes she has crazy ideas

~ you stole a caddy and drove down a hill

~ it was so much fun, driving in this small caddy into the sunset

~ it wasn't funny anymore when the police caught you

~ as fast as you could the both of you ran away, laughing

~ on other days, she took you to the skating park

~ at first, you only watched her doing cool trinks

~ but then she offered to train you

~ so you learned how to do cool stunts on the board

~ after some time, you got confident enough that you could drive along the beach.

~ holding hands and trying to avoid the big rocks on the sideway

~ in the winter times you just cuddle up on the couch and watch movies

~ from action to cheesy romance, you watch everything together

~ to get a bit more confidence she takes you to sing karaoke

~ the both of you rock the mic, and everyone is impressed

~ on some days she teaches you an instrument when you want to

~ or you go outside at night and watch the stars

~ talking about the different constellations you could find

~ when you are up for it, she will take you to a diner, and you eat a great burger together

~ It's so funny because everything fell out and you had to collect it from your plate

~ she needed to laugh so hard that she spit out her coke again

~ the both of you had to laugh so hard that someone called you out

~ You didn't care and just laughed more

~ On the way back, you put up the music in the car

~ The both of you sang loudly to the songs that played on the radio

~ You felt like you were at a concert

~ In the middle of a sappy romance song, you stopped her singing with a small kiss on the lips (pls don't kiss while driving. Stay safe!)

#Ami writes 🖋 #mha #bnha #mha girls #bnha girls #dates #hcs #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #mina ashido x reader #momo yaoyozoru #mina ashido #kyoka jiro #tsuyu asui #ochako urakara #momo x reader #kyoka jiro x reader #tsuyu x reader #ochako x reader #maybe a bit self inserted #late night writing #just bnha girls brainrot #thats my third writing in three days #i am on a writing spree #wohooo #🎉🎉🎉 #swiming #dancing #singing #mha fluff

[jovnie]

The king's arrogance | Namjoon

Summary

The King had knowledge on everything and one in his castle, however he knew nothing of the kingdom he ruled before him. That was till one day he left and found you a street merchant.

Words 5k

Namjoon king au! Reader civilian!

Warnings: fluff, cocky joon, medium amount of smut, mentions of parent death, creampie, oral ( female ), big-dick Joon, nonconsensual touches, creampie, rough sex, lot of plot. Very quick relationship.

I beg that you listen to The mary go round from the moving castle [ slowed ] when reading. I think you'll enjoy it even more with it in the background.

Namjoon sat on the throne, laid back and legs spread apart as a servant read him his to-do list for today.

"Well sir, today starts the month planning of the ball. We have a few colors I'm sure you'll enjoy, however, I'm sorry to inform you that the family members that shouldn't be named threatened third way onto the guest list" the man spoke in fear, nodding and sighing namjoon dismissed the servant with talks of the guest later.

"Mrs. Pot is the tea almost ready?" He asked kindly as the elder Korean lady nodded with a bright smile. Smiling softly, the older lady pinched his cheeks softly.

"I still remember when you were a baby and your late parents running you from tea session to tea session. Oh, how I'm sure you miss them as much as I " her smile faded, as she poured the tea on the table in front of him.

"I do, it's been 18 years now. Since I was 10 I believe, so right 18 years. I'm sure they would've loved to taste this freshly poured tea once again" he reassured, rubbing her back and once done taking a sip with her.

"I'll make sure to clean the alter table later and pour some tea with them" she smiled delicately, as took a drink of her tea.

That was right this year would make it the 18th anniversary of his parent's passing ever since the flood. It was heartbreaking, as his eyes dimmed in sadness the older lady pinched his cheek as he smiled with a tear down his cheek.

"Now don't go soft on me Namjoon, you have to stay strong for those who can't and I know it all hurts. But they'll be watching you like garden spirits. I know your mother is very proud and your father knowing how much a man and a king you have become. Now I have to go, it's time for me to go tend the gardens. Goodbye joonie" she waved, after collecting the empty teacups snd pots. Watching her wheel everything away, namjoon felt comforted by her words and took a deep breath before getting up and moving on with his day.

He spent the day testing and looking at fabrics, color swatches, and paper samples. The ball, gala, or celebration was very important for the kingdom. They only three one when it was important and this time it was a celebration of life once lived aka his parent's death date. September 4th. This day celebrated life and death, just like fall. He loved the metaphor behind it and hated how true love ended so quickly in his eyes. However he too wishes to be able to die with the one he loved dearly by his side, he hated how romantic it sounded and how bad he wanted it. Love wasn't an easy game and not once could he find someone who commented with him in a deep, if not spiritual way.

Itching the back of his head, he walked on and into his room. He had another busy schedule ahead of him. Sometimes he just wished he could live amongst the people for a day. That's what he'll do. Looking around for his leather satchel, he put together what he called a commoners bag. A bag that contained money, an id, and a diary. Looking around for clothes that seemed passable for a commoner and changed into them. From there he grabbed his stuff and snuck his way out of the Castle through the bag. He made sure Mrs. Pot knew where he was just in case this would get him in trouble. After all, the family would show up unexpectedly most of the time and he had people watch his every move as well.

Making sure his hat covered all of his hair, he walked into the street lights and found a carriage ride who was going home or into the city. He paid the guy and let him into the buggy and the city.

Namjoon did this for a weak till he knew the ropes of running out of the kingdom St night, he tried his best to avoid getting caught with the knight guards and the pesticide workers who showed nd yelled deals in his face. He also learned patience along with that, another valuable lesson needed as a king or so he was taught.

One night he went into a low-lit bar with entertainers. Majory we're female and drove the men in the room wild. He's had his fee share of women, but not when it came to this level. He found it charming and often sent gifts to them for their hard work. From the kingdom's guards and not him personally. Still, he ordered rice wine snd some jerky, before leaving. leaving a lady much shorter than him, bumped into his shoulder.

"Guards there's the thrift!" A younger woman pointed, as the men ran after her. Wanting to know what was up, he walked up to the merchant and simply asked. You explained that the woman was a theft, they would steal all her family food at night to make their profit.

"I'm sure you can be more um what are these?" He asked, picking up the food he's never seen before.

"Fruit?" You questioned grabbing the lemon out of his hand. "Well shops closed sir, come back tomorrow and you can buy our lovely fruit," you said kindly, walking up the stairs in this wooden place. Following you, namjoon closed the door behind and also walked up. Namjoon didn't know much manners, but he had the basics for a king. However, to a common person like you, he was a pest, rude, etc.

"Um, what are you doing?" you asked folding sheets for your bed up.

"It's nighttime aren't you gonna ask me to stay and wait till morning?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well, I supposed. By the way, there's a futon bed over there. I'll make dinner soon then!" you welcomed, as namjoon looked ok confusion at what the blanket on the floor was trying to imitate. Taking off his shoes, he placed his bag on the 'futon' and hung his jacket and hat on the hanger by the door.

Arriving back you blushed hard, as a beautiful looking man was now clear in your view. Luckily for namjoon, you had no money to spend on papers like everyone else or let alone money to go to the balls either. Therefore you had no clue that this man was a noble, let alone the king. If you did you would've just died at how you just treated him.

"It's beef and seaweed soup, with carrots and onions" you listed off as you placed the bowl on the floor diner table. Placing a spoon and a napkin on the side, you forgot the drink. Walking away you grabbed him a cup and poured lemonade in, before walking back. On your arrival, you saw him going to town on the meal. He slurped and moaned as he complimented your cooking. Chuckling, you sat the glass of lemonade down and took the napkin to wipe his chin and cheek. Placing it down, you watched him continue and enjoy it. Although there was only enough for his, you still had something to eat. You simply had bread and butter with some lemonade as well.

It took him a bit to notice you didn't have a bowl which made him feel a bit guilty but instead handed her 30 ₩ which was a lot during that time. Not wanting to take it, he "accidentally " dropped it down your bra and smiled.

"Well it's late, we should sleep and then go out to shop for food and new clothes" the man spoke.

"I'm sorry but I don't know you, how do I not know you're not trying to kidnap me or steal or worse kill me!" You mentioned as the older man stripped off his shirt.

"You don't have to, just know ill help you and accept the gift" he spoke, pitting his clothes beside him.

"Excuse you, you don't come in someone's house and act like this. Do you even have manners?" You added in frustration.

"I paid you, it wasn't a gift. It was a payment and I can tell you've never gotten one" he snickered, laying on the futon snd taking your cover. Annoyed at the man, you crossed your arm as he mouth "you have a problem?"

"Yes, I do! What's your name to begin with?" You asked, laughing it off he closed his eyes.

"Surprised you don't know and it'll stay like that for a bit darling" he whispered, moving over he patted next to him. "Sleep with me"

"No! I don't sleep with strangers like that, unlike you I have honor " you mentioned, getting up to go change into something appropriate for bed. Once done, you came back and he was still in the same position as before.

"I think I demanded that. besides I can ruin this little shop of yours if you don't. " he threatened, looking at his nails snd then at her. Well dressed and groomed man, you could visibly see the power he likely had. This was your mother's business and you promised her you would take care of it. Saddened you laid down next to him and whispered "please don't, this is all I have left."

"So we're on the same page I believe, no?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yes," he replied. She felt uncomfortable and annoyed at the fact she had to do this for a business. Let alone a man, then again the men weren't always so kind to the women here, most always. She sighed and just accepted it, as he covered the two up.

"Call me Joon, " be whispered in your ear. Nodding, his hands traveled up and down your wist. Coughing, he halted then stopped after finding a comfy place to lay his hand.

"Do you do this with every woman?" You asked, curious.

"Well the last time I had a woman in my arms, she tried to advance me in marriage" he mentioned, putting his neck in-between your shoulder and neck.

"I do however have experience If that's what your aim is?" He said softly.

"Not really, I mean if a stranger just threatened your job and made you do this. Along with inappropriate touching for people who just met, I'd believe you'd be the class below poverty. Not a king not noble" you told, unexpectedly holding his arm between your breast.

Noticing, namjoon's cheeks flushed red. Luckily the lantern. Was behind him and not in front, so she couldn't see. "Toché" he replied.

"However I can see you've had a bad experience with men hmm?" He asked, softly brushing his nose on her neck.

"So you're not around here I see, well yes every guy here is just shit. Rude snd ignorant as you" you huffed, as raised an eyebrow.

"I'll give you that, feminist huh. Cute, haven't met one till you" he smiled, intrigued. "It seems like I've violated it huh, touching you snd acting sloppy" he added, moving your hair out your face.

"Glad you noticed, now turn the candle out!" you demanded, closing your eyes. Doing just that, he then wrapped his leg around you snd kissed your cheek.

"Good night"

Morning came, as the two of you laid there comfortable in each other's embrace. With him being the first to wake up, he tapped your shoulder and you woke up soonly after him. Yawing and stretching, you made sure your hand hit him on purpose.

"Sorry," you said coy, as he rolled his eyes up and shrugged it off.

"So when's breakfast?" He asked, getting up as you realized he had just worn cotton briefs. One's that we're expensive and that added more mystery to him. Why was someone who could've been from a noble family be here and threatened for his stay? Then the thought of maybe it's all stolen.

"The time?" He asked waving his hands over your face as you realized you had zoned out.

"Sorry, we have to go get food and we can buy food at the square." You mentioned.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked, you pointed to the medium-sized room across from him. The place was small and combined, so you could see the kitchen from the bed area and a mini living room. Nodding off he grabbed his clothes snd began using the pump to pump water into the bath.

"Don't use all the water!" You yelled.

"I can and make you join me" he yelled back, smirking.

"No ill make you get more water from the lake behind here" you replied, itching your hair.

"Don't you have to get more water anyways, less work" he mentioned, leaving the door open and sitting in the tub? This man was quite weird when it came to flirting, it somewhat seemed motherly and innocent. However on the other hand, overly sexual and mysterious.

"Fine" you huffed, striping and walking towards the tub. That's when that harsh look he had softened and turned into a stare. There you were in front of him, naked snd he took every moment to vies your body. He saw how thick your hair was and how curvy your body was. He liked that, he paid attention to how big your breast was and the fact it looked like you haven't trimmed in a week. Which meant you looked old enough for him to do special things with.

"How old are you?" he questioned.

"I love how you did all of this without asking' she rolled her eyes, trying to muster a pony 0tail with the length and thickness of her hair.

"Turning 20 next month!" she replied excitedly.

"28 next month as well" he replied, breathing out the air he had subconsciously kept in. Getting in, she sat in front of him, covering her chest with her knees.

"I can still see you!" he laughed, grabbing the soap from the tray. Washing his body first, he took his hands and spread her legs open and washed below and around her arms and chest.

"Open," he said, waiting. Opening your arms you rolled your eyes and he splashed you with water. "Manners young lady " he mentioned. Knowing he's right, you sighed. Your father once told you the same when he was alive and because of that "Joon" reminded you of your father a bit. He acted mature and young simultaneously.

Washing your arms and your thighs, you washed off the soap on his neck and took the plug out to drain the dirty water. Placing the soap down, he spread his legs open and you accidentally saw something you shouldn't have. Frightened and embraced, you blushed. Taking his hand and pushing your gaze to meet his. He smiled softly.

"It's fine, just don't get too threatened by it. I'm aware of the size," he mentioned, looking you in your eyes. Nodding, you this time pumped the water until it was all out. Cleaning the both of you, you couldn't help but feel shy snd flustered. He felt the same, only he knew how to hide it. But not everything he knew or wanted to hide.

He looked in your eyes, noticing a soft dismal look on you to which he replied with "tell me are you okay?" Thankful for the concern, you told him about your parents passing and the shop's importance to you was. He understood automatically and exchanged his parent's passing in less detail. He didn't think he'd meet with someone with such a familiar background as his, even if they were below Noble.

He took her hand and placed it on her chest. "They're here, I'm sure your mother would be proud of how you came out to be. So leave it at that" he smiles wildly, with his eyes closing shut a bit as he did. You were glad to hear that and he never thought that Mrs.pot's comfort would come in handy, but he's glad to say and share a similar message.

"Speaking of do you have an altar?" He asked gently, unplugging the water and helping you stand up. Nodding you pointed out the door to a small corner. He thanked you and grabbed both of you a towel. Getting dried and dressed you did your hair as he went over to pay the slightest respects. Smiling at how kind the gesture was, you walked over to the rack and tripped over your foot trying to hand him his stuff. You saw a journal fall out and your eyes met his.

"You're a journalist?" You questioned, fixing your dress and hair before getting up and handing his stuff.

"Yeah, not from here tho," he lied, dusting dirt from your shoulder. Nodding you both made your way down the stairs, as he took your hand. Noticing it, you smiled. You wondered why he was being nice to you all of the sudden, however, that all changed when a guard walked past by and he brought you to a kiss. Confused and his eyes waiting for them to go, you kissed back hesitantly. Letting go, you looked at him worried he shrugged it off and you walked him to the square.

Hand in Hand, you brought namjoon to the bakery. Looking around, he pointed out the most expensive bread on hand and paid. Thanking him, he leads your hand to the vendors outside. Lucky for you, he knew about gardening and what was good. He helped and taught you the basics snd you learned you've been scammed for years. Thanking him, you took him to a cart of flowers and smelled the fresh roses, looking up at him. He paid for the golden yellow rose bouquet. Now it was for his favorite part of the day, clothes shopping. But beforehand, he pulled you into a cafe.

"Two bags of your finest coffee," namjoon ordered, by now you shouldn't have been shocked at how much he could spend. But seeing him use more money than you've sent your entire life was a sight to see snd each time you were thankful. You had enough food and supplies to last week if not a month. Holding you close by him, you realized you warmed up to him and small gestures like that felt comforting to you. He noticed and did it more often.

Soon it was night and there was only, one dress store open. In there was a beige dress that sparkled in the shop's lights. Running to the window to look, you smiled. Feeling a hand on your back, he took a step in and pulled your hand in with him.

"Welcome to Gezels tailor and shop" the owner greeted. He was an older man with gray hair a fragile smile.

"Well take that dress in the window snd tailor it to her size. His much is it?" Namjoon asked, pulling his wallet for the last time today.

"₩ 10,000" the man spoke, paying upfront the older man invited you to the back room and told namjoon to stay upfront. Nodding, you walked ahead and namjoon sat in the chair. He had a diary to write about today's and yesterday's adventures. He started up about the bathtub time you shared snd imagined your body once again. If only he knew his to draw, he'd paint a pretty picture in the book. Soon after finishing his entry, you walked out with a note.

Note: the dress will be ready for you miss before dusk, come back tomorrow with your lover -Gezel tailor and shop

You handed it to namjoon and he read it, as the two walked out. Suddenly loud commotions of horses snd guards ran through the city with lights.

"The king's missing!" The horseman yelled into the square. Namjoon in a panic rushed you two into the forest nearby. Confused, but following him. You wondered if he had something to do with it, besides this wasn't the first time he ran away from the guards today.

"They can't find me or ill be in trouble, act like a lover, please. I'll pay you in gold when I can" he begged on his knees with his hat on his chest.

"Don't pay me, think of it as a token of my gratitude. I'll help, but you have to explain everything when we get back," you murmured, taking his hands and helping him out the dirt. Making you drop the food and his bag.

Suddenly, he gripped your body and jumped both of you in a lake as he heard the sounds of horses clamping. A sound you didn't even hear. Holding your head under the water, he waited for the light of the torch to leave the lake area before swimming the two of you up.

Taking deep breaths of air, the two of you swam to the doc snd he helped you up first before himself. Luckily, the food wasn't damaged. Frustrated, you grabbed the food and his bag as you walked home. Walking in, you kept the lights off snd went to the second floor.

Stripping you of your clothes snd placing the bags down, you watched him do the same. Forgetting you had to pump the water, he suggested he'd go do it and you nodded giving him directions snd within 30minutes he was done. Striping once again, he hugged your body to his chest. You soon felt tears on your neck and small crys, you rubbed his back snd just stood there till he let go.

"What's wrong?'" You asked concerned.

"I could've killed you!" he cried, remembering the look his mother gave him before dying in his arm. His father did the same thing to his mother, only on a ship in the middle of the sea. Hugging him, you rubbed his back and placed a kiss on his lips. Holding you to his chest, kissed you back, and laid back so your bare body laid on his.

"Let's wait to shower" he suggested, kissing your neck. Nodding your head no, he flipped you over on your stomach softly and trapped your legs with his. "Please?' He asked, leaning down on your level on the floor snd holding your chest in his hand. Agreeing, knowing what's about to happen you loosened up snd he turned you on your back.

His hands ran around your chest and thighs, leaning down to kiss your naked body as a slight moan came out. From there, he moved his lips to your mouth and softly moved yours to his hair. Taking note, you ran his fingers through his dark brown ones as the two of you danced with each other's tongue. Namjoon removed his lips snd traveled down south, gripping his hair in pleasure you moaned grinding your hips. Meanwhile, he took in a natural aroma, one he found arousing. Moving his tongue around the bud, he softly kissed your thighs leaving bruises.

Looking at your head tilting back snd eyes closed with heavy to light breathing. He took his pointer finger snd rubed softly in circles, moving his body to tower you with one arm. Noticing the shift of best around your neck, you felt his warm breath move down your neck and by your ear.

"Let me tell you something darling, I'm not who I say I am" he kissed around your neck, papering it in kisses. Hearing you moan, made him aroused by the minute. However he knew it was time to go back to the castle, only he wasn't going empty-handed. As your hands rubbed his back, he whispered "I'm Namjoon, they're looking for me, darling. Tonight the last night I can spend here so let's make it count" in a raspy tone.

In shock, he gave you a minute to calm down as he could hear your heart. "I'm sorry" he apologized.

"No need, but for whatever this may be for you. Just know I haven't done anything like this with anyone," you admitted. Humming he moved to the other ear and whispered "I like that, just know it will hurt after a few minutes snd then feel better or the pain could feel good!" he warned. Taking his warning, he gently rubed you as got on his knees and opened your legs wide. Watching as he did, you noticed he was fully erected at this point and ready. You closed your eyes snd tensed your muscles as he began to simply grind his tip into you.

He was right there was pain, which caused you to bleed a bit. However, it was enjoyable without a doubt. Soon he was able to put 6/9 inches in as he trusted slowly. Moaning under him, he moved his in circles biting his lower lip as looked at your fuller lips and leaned over and wrapped your legs around his waist. After a few moments of waiting for you to adjust, you thought about today snd how it was so obvious he was the king snd yet it flee by.

As you moaned loud, his thrusts began to speed up snd the two of you could hear the sounds of his hips banging into yours snd your ass as he went faster.

"Ah, baby!" He grunted, grinding into you deeply as your hands rubed into his hair. Morning louder, his lips conceded back to yours as you held on snd then to your neck where you heard his heavy breathing. Your body was tightening around him, as he went in deeper now putting himself in. Not to mention you began to pool around him which gave him more speed in the end.

"Namjoon!" You moaned in his ear, holding his back tightly as your legs unwrapped snd opened wider for him. Cursing under his breath, he went harder as you began to arch your bag in pleasure. He held onto your back as your head went backs and the build of pleasure built up quickly.

you held onto his muscular shoulders while he moved you closer to him to go deeper. With that sending you over the edge, you screamed his name in pleasure as yours and his breathing began to match in heaviness. Shopping for a second, namjoon looked you in your eyes and thrust slowly as he was too close and it felt too good.

"In close, but I don't wanna cum yet" he grunted, thrusting deeply in and out.

"Then cum when you can't hold it!" You urged, outta breathe enjoying the depends. "I'm fine with children" you explained. Nodding, he continued and went harder this time.

His mouth roamed your chest, sucking and pulling on the bud as your back arched and mouth open in response. You this time, grinded back cgroundhim to jolt forward and start panting.

"Fuck don't do that unless you-" you interrupted doing it again. Pushing your legs back and open wide he started hammering into you as you began screaming in both pleasure and slight pain. You scratched his back and he immediately let go of your thighs snd pushed your hands back. As your body began to shake under him, he went faster as his chest heaved in breathing and yours became flushed with red. He started to let his enjoyment show more and tilted his head back with his eyes close as he went faster. He allowed the sounds of your whimpering snd moans to fulfill his urge as his balls smack your body hard causing a loud moan to come out from him.

Moving his hips to go at a slightly different angle than before, he noticed you started dripping more and more causing your heat to became more and more pleasurable on his end. He leaned down to your chest and held you as he began moaning in ecstasy as a thick load covered your walls in white.

Stoping and catching his breath, he mouthed something so simple but daring and that was simple.

"Don't leave me"

To which you replied softly. "I won't"

Soon the both of you gained the energy to get in the tub. There you two conversate on what it was like for him to be the king and all, what he planned on doing, and where he wanted to do next.

"Please come back to the castle with me tonight?" He begged, holding his hands with yours.

" I don't wanna be a drag" you looked down.

"You won't, I promise you'll enjoy your new life" he stated happily as ever.

"Namjoon don't you think it's too fast, we just met and all." You mentioned.

"Right, that is an undeniable truth. However, I know you felt the same way I did snd I know this isn't a fairy tale. But I truly feel like we could have a life" he spoke, holding your hands to his chest. Yes, that was true, you did believe in fate snd everything. But this was soon and so much.

"I'll go, but you have to let me have the ability to leave, " you said sadly, bring you to his chest he nodded and turned your body around in the tub.

From there you two did what was needed and packed a small bag of hygiene snd the coffee from earlier to go. You two had to walk back to the castle without being seen or heard at all. Which called for a few close times of being caught, from there he showed you a secrete gate entrance that led straight towards his room. From there, he tried his best to pick you up and take you to his room. there which Mrs. Pot sat praying

"I'm home and I brought a guest" he mentioned putting you down. As she recognized Mrs. Pot, she immediately went to hug her.

"It's been a while, my dear, I remember when you were both sized. I see you ran into the king, ah I knew he would've found you. I mean he's always had an eye on elegance and beauty" she mentioned embracing you tightly and pinching her cheek the same way she did with namjoon.

"I'll tell the guards your home" she looked at namjoon winking. Itching his head as he smiled, he turned to you and stripped naked again.

This time he leaned on the top of you again and you immediately kissed back. "It's a yes" you knew immediately as he took off your clothes once again that same night. Only this time, he focused on filling you up till he couldn't anymore.

"Fuck, this is amazing" he cursed, moving his hips harder as you who was behind sensitive began moaning his name louder and louder. Your legs opened wider and pools of arousal soaked the bed, making him lose control once more in you before pulling you close and moaning in your neck. Spilling once more, he simply uttered

"I love you"

"I love you too"

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[after-witch]

Yandere Ransom Imagine

“That's some heavy-duty conjecture.”

Word Count: 2700ish

notes: unhealthy relationships, emotional and physical abuse, financial abuse, yandere

Imagine being a struggling adult working a full time job plus freelancing gigs just to get by in your one-bedroom apartment where the ceiling always leaks when it rains and you have to perform a complicated maneuver to make sure the door doesn’t jam up on you and you’re constantly worried about your landlord raising the rent.

Maybe a well-meaning friend gets you a gift card to an upscale bookstore because they know you haven’t had a new book on your shelves in years, or maybe you find $20 on the street like a veritable Charlie Bucket but instead of buying a Wonka Bar you head into a this fantastic artisan coffee shop on the rich side of town, a place that everyone always raves about on Instagram, just so you can try an expensive latte with hand-ground beans and flavors you’ve never heard of before--because don’t you deserve a treat, for once?

Whatever it is, wherever it is, Hugh Ransom Drysdale is waiting inside and sees you there.

And oh my God is it obvious that you’re out of place right off the bat. I mean, what the hell is someone like you doing in this part of town?

With your worn out clothes that are worn from necessity and not from being fashionably thrifted and your ratty purse stuffed with papers and candy wrappers that spill out when you dig in for your card or cash and your winter boots that you’ve probably worn 5 years in a row, ripped in the hell and patched with black tape that you hope people don’t notice.

It becomes even more obvious that you’re out of your element when something goes wrong. The gift card isn’t activated. The $20? A fake, probably a movie prop that blew in the wind. Whatever goes wrong, it means that you’re suddenly at the register, impatient people with real money tapping their expensive shoes behind you, unable to pay. You’re left standing there like a deer in headlights, unsure of what to do or say.

Normally he might just roll his eyes and remind himself that people like you ought to stick to your own shops, your own place. But something about the way your eyes go all downcast and you seem to shrink down in embarrassment makes him take pity on you. Like a stray cat in the alley hoping someone will toss it some scraps.

So he strides up and flicks out a card and hands it to the cashier, dropping a friendly greeting to them because he spends like crazy and they probably know him by name at this place, and he’s the one who hands you your coffee or your bag and your hands touch ever so briefly during the exchange.

He leads you away from the register--don’t want to piss off the spoiled debutantes and assistants on lunchtime coffee runs--and you stammer out a thank-you-thank-you and you promise you’ll pay him back as soon as you can and Jesus Christ, isn’t that just adorable? Someone like you, some lost kicked puppy who can’t even afford new boots, promising to pay him back?

He doesn’t care if you pay him back, but he finds that he would like something out of this exchange, so he says that instead of paying him back you can do him the honor of going to lunch with him. His treat. 

He insists. And you can’t really say no, can you? You are hungry and he did just pay for your things and it’s the least you can do to oblige his request.

He’s not stupid. He doesn’t take you to some razzle dazzle fancy restaurant where you’ll feel embarrassed and out of place. Instead he takes you to a quiet diner, classy not greasy, where you can have an easy conversation and tell him all about yourself.

It’s funny. Normally he brings up his family name, his grandfather’s books, to women he picks up, to get them impressed and hooked and pliable. Something about you, though. Something about you is making him want to turn this into more than a lunch date and pressure for a quickie in the car to repay him. 

So he holds back to see what he can do with you on his own. No quickie in the car, but instead before he drops you off--at a bus station, you insisted--he brushes his hand over yours. Can he get your number? He swears he can feel the heat coming off your cheeks as you fumble for your phone and let him put his number in your contacts.

He waits a day, then asks you out again. Dinner, this time. He asks you if you know any good places and you recommend a dive bar that you can go to after work (because 1) schedule and 2) cheap) and shit, he’s all for it. There will be time in the future to impress you with restaurants that have dress codes instead of sticky floors. You sit close on the stools and you buy him a drink (real cute, real real cute) and just for you he keeps the baggie in his pocket there all night instead of heading to the bathroom to liven things up.

Your relationship develops with an almost shocking speed. He knows just how to reel you in. I mean--look at you. Working your ass off at some dead end job, living in an apartment so shitty it takes you almost a month before you reluctantly agree to let him see it.

He can understand, though. Because you’re not that stupid and you know he’s wealthy, even before he casually brings up his family in a “it’s no big deal but I don’t want to keep things from you because we’re getting serious” sort of way. 

You pretend to be casual about it all, but he can tell you’re suddenly wondering: why the hell would someone from this wealthy family want anything to do with me?

It’s a question Ransom asks himself a lot. He asks himself this when he’s snorting coke off another woman’s stomach (hey, you’re dating, but he’s got needs and they aren’t met with hand-holding) or when he’s eating another greasy burger at a shitty bar because you refuse to let him buy you a nice dress to wear so he can take you out somewhere fancy.

You’re not the type of person he normally goes for, not at all. He has strings of girlfriends and flings, but they all tend to fit that same cookie cutter mold: wealthy do-nothings with their parent’s credit card who want someone else to spoil them for a while, without caring who it is or what they’re like. They’re easy pickings that Ransom can burn through and then toss aside when he’s bored of them. Some of them cry but a few days later he’ll see them on someone else’s arm, it’s the circle of life.

With you, though, there’s more. You don’t expect him to pay for dates or anything at all (even when he wants to spoil you a bit) and you have actual conversations and you seem to actually give a shit about what he says and does. You argue with him, too, when he wants you to do something (just let him take you shopping, for Christ’s sake!) or he asks you to move in (again) and you say no (again). I mean, you really fight with him, spitting words and all.

And unlike his previous girlfriends, you don’t come crawling back a few hours later because you want to buy a new purse with his shiny credit card. Instead, you make him apologize first. Fuck, that’s hot. It’s also something he tucks away in the back of his mind to work on later--but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t admit that he sometimes has the overwhelming urge to push you against the wall and fuck you for the first time right after a good argument. 

But he knows that would destroy your image of him entirely, so he holds back. He’s good at crafting a version of himself that appeals to others when he has to, and you’re maybe the first person that’s been worth all the effort he’s put into you so far.

But you need a push, a push that makes it so you can’t go running back to your shithole apartment when you fight or when you question whether or no you two have a future. You do, you’re just too naive--too inexperienced with money, to say it charitably--to realize it.

So he tips off the fire marshal about your apartment building’s shoddy fire escapes and well, damn, in the process of the investigation all the little corners that your landlord has cut come crashing down. At least they were discovered before it was the building that came crashing down.

But the evacuation of the building leaves you--and countless others--high and dry. You don’t have any family in the area, and your only half ass-decent friend in the city lives in the same building but her parent’s aren’t going to let a stranger move in.

When you finally realize you have no options and call him, voice tentative and embarrassed, he knows just what to say to get you to pack your meager belongings and wait for him to pick you up. He’s no-nonsense about it. 

He knows how to avoid deflating your pride, how to keep you from deciding you’d rather stay in a shelter than take his charity. You’ll pay him back, he says, you’ll figure out a rental plan or whatever. He even teases--he’s not the best landlord, but he won’t take 2 weeks to change the toilet if you submit a maintenance request. It makes you crack a smile and bam, just like that, he knows he’s gotten in.

That night, after takeout and wine and a Netflix movie neither of you paid attention to, you fuck for the first time on his expensive sheets on his expensive bed and afterwards, when you’re both sweating and cuddling and reveling in the afterglow, he makes a note to buy you some new lingerie. 

It’s all very homey, for a while. He could do without you leaving for work and working your ass off, with your freelance shit, sometimes staying on the computer until two, three in the morning. But it’s nice to have you close all the time, available to him whenever (almost whenever) he wants. He brings home takeout and you snuggle on the couch and he finally even convinces you to go out with him to a nice restaurant wearing something he’s bought and hot damn, do you look good, head-to-toe in the clothing he’s chosen for you. Especially, later that night, in private, in the lingerie. 

Does he love you? The word hasn’t left his lips yet, hasn’t crossed yours either, but he can feel it underneath the surface. No. It’s more than love. He wants you. He wants to have you. And not just for the afternoon or the summer, but forever. 

He spins daydreams about how he’ll clean you up nice and introduce you to the family. Probably to Harlan, first, because everyone knows that’s whose opinion really matters. Harlan will like you--he would probably like you without any primping or fixing, actually, which is more than he could say for his parents or anyone else in the family. Then once you’re in, you’re in--you’ll come to family dinners and vacation retreats where people always end up in ridiculous arguments, and you two can exchange snarky comments about the family on the ride home.

And yeah, sure. You fight sometimes.

He throws out your old clothes and buys you a wardrobe befitting someone he wants to integrate into his family. You fight about that.

He makes comments about you how you should quit your job or at least try to get a degree--he’ll pay, as long as you agree to go to a university within driving distance--to work somewhere more respectable than a chain restaurant. You fight about that.

He gets pissed when you want to meet some “friends” at a bar without him, because why would you need to go anywhere without your loving boyfriend in tow, unless you were trying to flirt with someone else? You definitely fight about that.

And, okay. Maybe he’s hypocritical.

Maybe he goes out late at night when you’re stuck doing your “freelancing work” and he’s in a rotten mood about it, and he ends up on the floor of a swanky club with drugs in his system and lipstick on his neck. He doesn’t come home until the next morning and you’re pissed and red-eyed and arguing with him, accusing him even, but you have no shitty apartment to stomp back to anymore so you’re stuck. 

Until you’re not stuck. Until he casually snoops through your phone and sees that you’re looking up cheap-ass apartments and hey, you’ve already booked a few interviews already. The thought of you slipping through his fingers makes him more sober than he’s been in a while. He’s got to do something. Not to himself, of course. But to you. To keep you with him.

It’s easy enough to get you fired. He’s a ‘Thrombey’ after all, and some nice crisp bills anonymously sent to the right hands is all it takes for you to come home one night, cheap mascara (he notes: buy you some better quality makeup soon) running down your cheeks. Your freelancing isn’t nearly enough to get you into an apartment.

He assumes that you’ll give up on the idea after losing your job, but you’re nothing if not stubborn (one of the reasons why he likes you) so you start the job hunt the next morning, fresh mascara in place. 

Damn, do you keep him busy. Anonymous calls. Cash in nice white envelopes. Rejection after rejection. You get so sad, so depressed. You don’t even want to go out to restaurants, so he orders in and you snuggle in his lap while he feeds you bites of orange chicken and rubs your back. It almost brings you two closer again, starts to mend the rifts that began when you refused to get over his occasional late night out.

But then you break the uneasy mending by snooping and woah, you don’t like what you find on his phone. 

You fight. 

Damn, do you fight. This time there’s no pretense of potential forgiveness as you begin wildly throwing your clothes into your ratty duffel bag from the back of the closet, telling him to fuck off fuck off fuck off, telling him he’s crazy, telling him that what he’s doing is fucking illegal and--

It’s the shock that hurts you the most.

The shock you feel when he grips your wrist hard and pushes back on your shoulder when you try to yank away, pushing you against the wall with a hard thud. It’s like having a rug pulled out from underneath your feet when you feel a slight ache in your back, on your shoulders, when you tell him to Let go, goddamn it and he only pushes back harder to keep you in place. It’s Ransom. It’s Ransom who’s doing this.

His voice feels unrecognizably cold when he leans in and hisses in your ear.

“You think you can just leave me? After all I’ve done for you? Let me tell you something--you won’t get another job within one hundred miles of here, within one thousand miles of here, unless I say you can. So just put your clothes back in the closet, chill the fuck out, and stop being such an ungrateful bitch.”

It’s the shock that makes you numbly hang your clothes back up in the closet, fold them again with shaking hands, and sit on the bed until the dam breaks and you cry.

And oh fuck, he’s sorry. Really. He wraps his arm around your shoulders and then he’s the one who’s crying and confessing that he didn’t want you leave him because yeah, he knows he’s a fuck up, he knows he’s got a drug problem, but he loves you. 

It’s the first time he’s ever said it out loud. He loves you. “I love you,” he says, again and again, half-laughing.  And he tells you you’re the only person he’s ever dated that made him want to be a better person but he doesn’t know how.

You don’t know what to say because maybe you do love him--but he hurt you and got you fired, but the tears on his face seem so genuine and he tells you he’ll never, ever hurt you like that again and fuck, he says, if you want to go get a job he’ll drive you to the interview right now just-let-him-blow-his-nose-first-please.

You make him sit down and then you’re the one apologizing and the rest of the afternoon is a shaky truce between you two as you drink hot chocolate and order in takeout and watch a movie together.

It’s not until you’re both under the sheets, satisfied and then showered, that you think about what he did to you in a clearer light. The thoughts weigh heavy on your mind, pulling and tugging. You think you might love him. He hurt you. He took care of you when no one else would. He cheated on you. 

I love you, he tells you, when your mind is starting to tug itself into sleep.

He hit you. He said he was sorry.

He hit you.

#ransom drysdale #ransom x reader #yandere x reader #afterwitch headcanons #afterwitch writes #I'm not sure what to callt this because it's not a normal fic but it's not headcanons either #just #word vomit about ransom after i watched this movie every day for a week straight

[javierpinme]

Part One: New Beginnings

Pairing: Frankie Morales x f!reader

Word count: 3.4k

Warnings: Infidelity, angst, friends to lovers, mentions of alcohol

Rating: M (might change)

Summary:  You’ve lived in a small town for half of your life and nothings really changed until it did. Moving halfway across the country you find lasting friendships and a love you needed at the exactly the right time.

A/N: There is not a ton of Frankie in this one since I wanted to set the tone for the reader before they meet! They don’t see/meet each other until near the end (or do they?) I wanted to build the reader’s relationships with the people in her life as there will more parts.

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It’s hard to build friendships as an adult without being under the pretense of school or college. It’s especially difficult when you decide to move across the country. Away from your family and friends, but it’s what you needed. Seeing the same four walls you lived in, that same greasy diner that was always your go-to after one too many tequila shots the night before, and that one ex from high school that you’d really rather forget while running errands were making you feel complacent. Wake up. Drink. Eat. Work. Sleep. Repeat. You’ve spent most of your life here. You weren’t about to spend the rest of it here. So, you did something completely unlike you. You packed up your life and moved. The house was beautiful. You’d never owned anything in your life; just rented so this is a major upgrade for you. The first sight that greets you is the stairs after living in a first floor unit for most of your life. The house isn’t in perfect shape, but it’s yours which is all that matters.

The movers have left so you finally had the place to yourself. You couldn’t help the defeated sigh that fell from your mouth at the sight of all the boxes. If your sister and friends were here you’d probably be knee deep in pizza and wine while attempting to build furniture. You gave your brain the space to let that thought sink in, but you craved the freedom so you didn’t let that sit too long. You came here to build your own memories; no room for regrets now. So, the first thing you decide to acclimate yourself with is the closest liquor store and that is how you met Hannah.

The first thing you hear after getting lost reading a wine label is a loud oof before slamming into somebody. You only barely managed to catch the bottle before it became one with the outdated tile.

“I am SO sorry! I’m not even going to lie to you I was not watching where I was going. Are you okay? You didn’t drop anything did you?”

You manage to form a sentence between your scrambled apologies in between. The first thing you notice when you look at the face standing in front of you is how pretty she is. That typical blonde hair and blue eyes type that reminds you of the girls you went to high school with. You wince. Stop it.

“Oh, I’m okay! It was more the residual shock of it really. You must really need that bottle because you were just about ready to run me over in your pursuit to the cash register. Cheating ex or bad date?”

She says with a laugh while pointing at the wine still in your hand. Oh, she’s nice. You immediately feel guilty for that initial judgment when first looking at her.

“Oh, neither. I just moved here and need sustenance to unpack. Who knew you could fit your entire life into boxes?” You mirror her laugh.

“I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone. Walk around the neighborhood and find the necessities which is how I ended up here.” You say with a twirl in your finger.

"Ah, the one down the street that's just begging to be demolished?" She says while snapping her fingers with a mischievous smile.

"Hey, don't talk about her like that. She's old, but she's got character." You can't help the lopsided grin you give her. She hasn't even seen the dream kitchen with those beautiful green cabinets.

“Hey, well if you need help with that-“ her eyes shifting to the bottle, “I live right down the street so I can come over. I know moving somewhere unfamiliar can be a little daunting especially if you’re alone.” You can’t help the wide smile forming at her sweet gesture.

“And to help me unpack right?” You raise an eyebrow.

“I mean I’m better at draining a bottle, but if it’s necessary I will work for food and drinks. But, if I’m going to help you we are going to need way more than that.”

She finishes her sentence grabbing more bottles while traveling through the aisles. The sound of you’ve got to try this one and this one’s local in between aisle changes filling the store. You assure her that she is not off the hook with helping even with the promise of the “best merlot you’ve ever had in your life.”

Bags filling both of your hands and way too much alcohol for just two people to consume you make your way up the steps. Hannah pauses and looks up at the house.

“I was right. It should have been demolished. Will the porch cave in before I make it inside?” She says with skepticism at the foundation of your new home.

“Probably eventually but-“ you turn around to face her, “she’ll last for now. Come on, I haven’t even showed you the best part!”

You open your door and make your way inside leaving the door open for her to follow. You faintly hear from the kitchen “I seriously doubt that”, and you can’t help your chuckle at the remark.

You’ve always wanted a fixer upper; probably from all the HGTV shows you immersed yourself in as a child and the fact you’ve only ever lived in apartments. The first and only thing you managed to unpack first was your wine glasses. You definitely made a point to label them in big writing while packing up back home. A decision you are patting yourself on the back for now.

“So, do you like pizza? I know a good place. Pizza and wine should always be paired with move-in days. Oh, you’re right. This is probably the only good part of your house.”

Hannah leaned on the counter next you before shifting to test the weight taking in the scene of your kitchen.

“Love pizza. It’s not there yet, but I definitely have some plans with it; starting with keeping the color of those cabinets.”

In between sips of your glasses of wine you start to collaborate over your ideas of making it functional and aesthetically pleasing.

It didn’t take very long to start building friendships with the people in your area. You even started joining Sunday brunches and you were overly ecstatic finding out that bottomless mimosas existed. They didn’t have these at the diners back home. They even started assisting you with choosing paint swatches and going to Home Depot because you just had try that DIY project of making your own lounge chair that you found scrolling on Youtube.

“I think your measurements are a little off.”

Alex, probably one of your favorites of the group, mirrors the tilt of your head with his arms crossed. He co-owns a woodworking business with his husband so you wanted him there for any adjustments and moral support. Unfortunately for you, he wanted you to learn first which really meant fail.

You grimace at your handiwork and say, “yeah, I think maybe I should stick with what I’m good at.”

With a breathy laugh he adds, “give yourself some credit. You managed to tear up the carpet in the living room AND still able to keep the original hardwood. That’s no easy feat.”

You’ve somehow managed to create a whole support system in the little time that you’ve spent here. You’ve finally had the time and resources to create your own little touches that make your house now a home.

“Hannah, can’t we just stay in tonight? I’ve already been defeated twice by the light fixture in the living and my fingers are still tingling from the faulty power box. I’m really not in the mood.”

You give her the biggest puppy eyes you can manage while exaggeratingly lifting you fingers.

“Oh no, you’re going out to the bar tonight. You’ve been here for months and you really need to get yourself out there. You’re hot. Own it. Besides, it’s just you and me so there’s no pressure.”

She says with a swat to your ass and a push towards your closet. The only response you can add to that is Hmph.

The bar is nice enough with the dim lighting and it’s not so loud that you can’t hear yourself talk. Hannah insisted you wear one of your nicer dresses, but you wanted to feel like yourself so you opted for a t-shirt tucked into light wash jeans. If you were going to meet anyone tonight you wanted to set the standard for anything that could happen at the start. You’re still nursing your second beer while Hannah is on her third shot of the night. You feel a presence to your right and a sharp pinch to your thigh on your left. Hannah is of course attempting to alert you to the attractive man on the other side of you as if you didn’t notice. You turn around with a pained look on your face to her which she just shrugs off before making herself scarce.

“Can I buy you a drink?”

Your attention is brought back to the man to your right. He is very cute in a boyish kind of way and you briefly wonder if he’s talking to someone else. He’s dressed like he just got out of a business meeting, but his rolled sleeves are definitely doing something for you.

“Sure. What’s your name?” You say with the flirtiest smile you can muster.

“Joey. Nice to meet you.”

God, his smile must do wonders for his conquests. It’s working for you quite honestly. You completely lose track of time talking to him and see out of the corner of your eye Hannah leaving the bar holding onto a man with salt and pepper hair and scruff. Looks like she got lucky too. She gives you a wink as she walks out the door and you look to see where he was sitting in case you need to remember faces. Seems like he was out with some of his friends, but you didn’t get a thorough look because your attention is immediately brought back to Joey. You set a reminder for yourself to check in with her before you go to bed tonight.

It’s been a constant date after date and you were really beginning to develop feelings for him. Sure, you always tried to convince him you didn’t need to be wooed with all these extravagant dates. You were just happy to spend time with him. You didn’t need to go to a fancy restaurant to tell you that. It just wasn’t your style, but it made him happy so you went along with it. You had initially assumed him to be a one night stand, but you were pleasantly surprised to hear from him the next day asking to take you out dinner.

Your muscles in your stomach are straining from how hard you’re laughing at America’s Funniest Home Videos on the TV. Joey is sitting next to you on the couch with takeout cartons loitered all over your coffee table. The living room is starting to lose its natural lighting due to the day coming to a close; the only light source in the room being the lamp sitting on the end table next to the couch and the glow from the TV. You notice Joey looking at you with a far off look.

“What’s wrong?” You ask with a furrow in your brow. “Nothing.” His face shifting to a more pleasant tone once he turns back to the TV. The two of you had settled into a routine at your house. You had even introduced him to your friends and they really seemed to enjoy spending time with him. It was easy for them to fall for his charms as you did.

“Come on, hurry up. You’re supposed to be helping me pick out an outfit for tonight!”

Hannah still continued to see the man from the bar, Santi, his friends called him.

“If I’m supposed to be helping you pick an outfit then why are we in the lingerie section?” You ask with a sly grin on your face.

“That’s for after, of course. Gotta keep it interesting.”

Her laugh followed by her adding some bras and panties to her hands. You agreed to come with her tonight to officially meet him and his friends. You’ve heard enough about him from her. Some very intimate details as well. They weren’t exactly exclusive to each other and as far as you knew they were dating other people which you respected. You were nervous about meeting them, but you knew it was only a matter of time until Hannah would want to do this. You trusted her judgment and you were already comfortable that it was going to be in the bar you usually ventured out to.

In her words, “your only forms of entertainment can’t just be your home projects, Joey and me, you know? You deserve to have fun too and these guys will show you a good time I promise” while ringing up her purchases.

You barely manage to make it through the door of the bar before you feel a breeze next to you from her speeding to Santi with a kiss. You lovingly shake your head at her dramatic antics and make your way over to the table. It’s a little awkward at first since Hannah still had yet to let go of the man sitting next to her and you didn’t know how to start a conversation with these men with what was going on next to you.

“Sorry. I’m Santi, but everyone calls me Pope.”

He reaches over to shake your hand with a tone that is definitely not apologetic at all, but you find it amusing. You like him already. You can definitely see why Hannah was interested, but not your type.

He starts introducing his friends off to you. Will. He seems like the more mellow type of the group and his call sign is Ironhead. Benny is just Benny since he’s the baby of the group.

“He’s the menace of all of us so watch out for this one.” Will ruffles his brother’s hair for added measure which Benny recoils from.

Then, Frankie, they call him Catfish. Oh he’s handsome, but not in the boyish way that Joey is. He’s handsome in a more ruggish kind of way and you can’t seem to break eye contact from him. Your eyes don’t know where to go first so they travel from his deep brown eyes, to the bare patches on the beard he can’t seem to grow that you find yourself wanting to kiss, and to the curls peeking out of his standard heating oil hat. You find yourself itching to take that hat off and run your fingers through the nape of his hair.  Stop. He’s the more reserved one in the group which makes sense since he really hasn’t fully spoken more than a few words at a time to you. You can’t control the side glances you keep shooting at him throughout the night. You’re just appreciating the view and maybe conjuring up a few very much domestic fantasies in your head. Liar.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom to get a grip on your emotions. Tilting your head at your reflection you point an accusing finger “get yourself together. You ca—.“  You jump at the intrusion of an elderly woman walking into the otherwise empty bathroom; a quizzical look forming on her face from your actions. Your nervous laugh gets the best of you. “It isn’t what it- I don’t always do this.” You’re not sure why you feel the need to explain yourself since she’s already closed the stall before you even got the chance to finish your sentence. You find yourself even more flustered leaving the bathroom than before going into it. This is going to be a long night.

***

Frankie was nervous when Santi first told him that Hannah would be bringing a friend. He remembers you from the night Santi first left with her. How could he forget? You had his attention the moment you stepped into the bar, but by the time he finally worked up the nerve to talk to you another guy had already swooped in. It wasn’t that surprising considering and it was probably for the best. He really wasn’t in any headspace to be in a relationship. His eyes followed you when you left to go to the bathroom in a hurry and he could just feel Santi’s eyes burning into him. He knew. You were exactly his type and he hoped to whoever was up above that he would just leave him to his hopeless crush without interfering.

***

You sit down at the table preparing to come up with some segway into the conversation between everyone when Santi breaks it with a loud clap calling your name out. “So, are you seeing anyone?”

You miss the glare that Frankie shoots him and the embarrassed groan he makes. You don’t miss the warning tone Will gives when calling Santi’s name out, but you get the feeling you’re not entitled to know what that’s about.

“Yes, I am.” Why does it feel so wrong to say that? “His name is Joey.” Hannah chimes in while rubbing Santi’s shoulders.

You also miss the sight of Frankie’s shoulders deflating at that piece of information. Your answer seems to satisfy Santi since he drops it after that and moves on to a different topic. “Benny, when’s your next fight?” It’s Friday apparently and all the guys along with Hannah are going to support him.

Will shifts towards you and says, “you can come if you want.” You cringe on the inside; your insecurities getting the best of you. If you want. They’re only inviting you because you’re there at the moment. “Maybe.” You won’t.

Somehow, Hannah has convinced you to go out with them a second time. “Come on, you can bring Joey since you’re so nervous! Please bring him,” she says with pleading eyes.

“I’m not nervous!” Liar. There is a sliver of truth to her statement, but you don’t want to tell her the reason for your nerves is seeing Frankie again. Yet here you were sitting in a booth with Joey across from Hannah and the rest of the guys.

“Jesus Hannah, he’s not going anywhere.”

You say with a loud laugh at her not so subtle PDA with Santi. “Sorry.” She said with a swipe of trying to remove her lipstick from Santi’s face; her smile never leaving her face. Frankie hasn’t looked at you at all tonight and you can’t help but wonder what you did wrong. You see those eyes crinkle and that cute dimple when he’s dedicating his attention to everyone else at the table, but disappears when his eyes go in your general direction.

At some point the guys and Hannah walk off to buy more drinks leaving you with Joey. He’s hasn’t hid his disinterest of the night at all even when the guys were trying to include him.

“Why are you so grumpy?” “I’m not.” His deep sigh a dead giveaway to his sour mood. “I’m just not vibing with them that’s all.” His eyes following the guys by single file line as he said it. You assure him that you can leave soon which after an hour or so you do.

Tonight’s events must have tired you out more than you thought because you’re fighting yawns the entire ride to Joey’s apartment. You don’t usually spend time here since he prefers staying at your place, but his place was a lot closer to the bar. The minute you walk inside you walk straight to his bedroom so you can promptly pass out as Joey showers. As you start to pull back the blankets something catches your eye. That’s not mine. Your heart rate is starting to speed up at the thought that’s forming in your mind. You reach down and grab a bra that was haphazardly thrown on the floor. The thing is you’d recognize that bra anywhere because you were there when she bought it; the day you were meeting Santi for the first time. You almost didn’t hear the water being shut off in the bathroom and the footsteps coming into the bedroom.

“Hey, what’s goin o—“

His eyes follow where you’re looking and then back up to your face. He’s not even trying to defend himself or come up with some shitty excuse that wouldn’t work anyway.

“How long?” Your voice is barely managing to stay steady while still staring at the incriminating evidence of your betrayal.

“How long, Joey?” His hesitation gives you your answer. It’s been a while.

#frankie morales #frankie morales x reader #frankie morales x you #triple frontier #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfic #francisco catfish morales #triple frontier fanfiction #triple frontier fanfic #francisco morales x reader #francisco morales x you #francisco morales #javierpinme fanfic #javierpinme fanfiction #frankie morales x f!reader #francisco morales x f!reader #new beginnings #new beginnings fanfic

[mytwilightimagines13]

Memories from the past (Caius Volturi)

Word count: Trigger warning: mention of depression

Okaay, so I have decided to try and make one poly story. It seems they are quite popular and since my bisexual ass loves blondes, I figured I will ship our main character with Caius and Athenodora. Also I haven’t seen this ship just yet and I want to explore it hehe. Also, I got the idea from the facebook post below, so thanks for that person for giving me an idea! Hope you guys enjoy it!

Word count: 1083 Trigger warning: mention of depression, suicide

Here lies Isabella Marie Swan September 13th 1987 – September 16th 2027 "Death lies on her like an untimely frost Upon the sweetest flower of all the field." (Romeo and Juliet, Act IV, Scene V, Line 33)

I stood as I looked at the gravestone. My mother’s gravestone. I knew what I was supposed to feel. I had to feel grief, I had to mourn. Yet I didn’t. I was relieved, happy. She was finally free, she could finally rest. “Are you ready to go, kiddo?” my grandfather asked, his voice still shaking with pain. I nodded my head, finally removing my stare from the gravestone and towards the brown orbs that belonged to my grandfather. The brown was surrounded by red as his eyes were puffy from crying. “Yes, let’s go. Shall we go to the diner?” I asked, hoping some food would lift our spirits. Grandpa simply nodded his head as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close to his side. His hand was wrinkled yet laid firmly on them, almost afraid I would vanish as well.

“You know you aren’t allowed to drink, Xandria.” Grandpa said as I took a sip of my white wine. I chuckled. “I turn 21 next month gramps. Besides, I am allowed to drink in Scotland” I said as I took another sip. Grandpa rolled his eyes. “Yet you are in the United states right now. But I guess I can let this one drink slide for today.” He said as he took a sip of his beer. His hair was almost completely white, with some gray streaks woven through it. His face had been wrinkled and a kind yet stern look resided on it. And finally, a moustache in the same colour as his hair accompanied his features. I chuckled sadly at his remark. “Thank you, grandpa. And thank you for letting me stay here.” I said as I played around with my glass. “Anytime panda.” He said, using the nickname he gave me when I was a little chub. Grandma had once dressed me up in a complete panda jumpsuit as a toddler (yes, including with a hat that had little ears on it) and since then the nickname had stuck. The memory of it made me smile as I still had the little jumpsuit back at home.

Grandpa drove us back to his house, the ride back to it was quiet, as had our time at the diner has been. Neither of us felt like talking, not knowing what to discuss without returning to the topic that was my mother. My now dead mother. Once inside I helped grandpa get comfortable on the couch with another beer in his hand watching the football match that evening, yet his eyes where hallow. He merely stared at the screen. I kissed his cheek and made my way upstairs, towards mum’s old room. I jumped on the bed, plunging my face in the pillow as the tears finally came. Truth be told, she never really was much of a mother to me, sure she tried to be there for me but she had a crippling depression that she never could break out from. I had never seen her smile, well truly smile for that. There were only ghosts of what might once had been a genuine smile around her lips, but it never reached her eyes. I sad up and sniffed as I wiped my eyes. I had to remember that she was in a beter place now, and that she was happy. I sighed as I got up to make my way towards the bathroom, only to trip over a loose floor board. I yelped softly as I caught myself on the door handle, my other hand smacking against the wall beside it hard. “Everything okay up there, Panda bear?” Grandpa yelled from downstairs. “Yeah I am fine gramps, just lost my balance. No worries!” I yelled back as I turned around and examined the loose floorboard, only to discover it had a hidden compartment underneath. I knelt down to examine the compartment closer and found a small box hidden in it. I gently grabbed it and sat down on the bed. The box itself was a velvet blue with a simple clasp to keep the lit closed. I flicked the claps and carefully raised the lit, only to find multiple photographs of my mother and a necklace with some sort of crest on it. The crest was made of a lion, with a hand above it and three clovers in a banner underneath the lion. It was beautiful. I felt the tears burning yet again as I grabbed the pictures and started to look through them. It was my mother in her senior year of High School. She had pictures with all of her friends, they were in the parking lot, in classes or they were hanging out. But the last picture intrigued me the most. It was my mother on her 18th birthday, and she was standing next to a boy who seemed to be her age, only there was something odd about him. My eyes traced over his pale white features: the hard square of his jaw, the softer curve of his full lips—twisted in a smile, the straight line of his nose, the top of his forehead—partially obscured by the tangle of rain-darkened bronze hair. He seemed almost unnatural. But the thing that shocked me the most was my mother’s smile. It was genuine. Real. It even reached her eyes. I close my eyes and try to control the tears that are threatening to fall once again. I imagined she might have smiled this way the moment before she jumped off that cliff. I imagine she might have thought about this man. Maybe he was once her true love, before she met my father. Maybe he passed away, and is that the reason why no longer could smile after both he and my father passed away. I could not imagine what it would be like to lose someone you love twice. Even if it might have been years apart. I finally opened my eyes and allowed for one last tear to slip away. I had to believe she was happy now. That she was with my father and her first love again. That she is smiling now like she did in the picture I was holding close to my chest. I just had to believe that.

#twilight #volturi #caius volturi #athenodora volturi #twilight imagine #volturi imagine #vampire

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Pawn: Eight

Bucky swallowed hard when you appeared in the doorway. You looked good. The LBD you were wearing clung to your frame in all the right ways. It emphasized a body you typically tried to hide. And it emphasized your youth. Your curves. Your money.

Things that you knew Winnifred was going to envy. Things you knew were going to get under her skin. And he could appreciate that. And the curves. He was a red blooded male and he’d be lying in that dress didn’t do something for him. Though he doubted that had been your intention. You didn’t seem that… interested in catching his eye.

And one look at his mother told him she was furious. That was also satisfying.

“I’m so pleased to officially meet everyone,” you say, after the introductions have gone round. And when Winnifred sniffs disapprovingly, you turn and smile. It’s a dazzling smile. It’s poised. Practiced. Polished. The kind of smile Bucky figured that came from a posh boarding school. If he had been younger it would have terrified him. But now it thrilled him. Just a little. He’d love to see you smile like that baring down on someone that was sitting in his office.

“It must be so hard for you, finding a mother of the groom dress that’ll be comfortable on such short notice,” you tell Winnifred. Ignoring that Steve inhaled his drink and started coughing.

“I was thinking something in white,” Winnifred said, sipping her wine.

Bucky opened his mouth to say something again but shut it with a snap when you turned to smile at her. That same intimidating smile.

“Well, if you’re going to wear white, I suppose I could change the color of my dress,” you muse.

And Winnifred’s mouth dropped open. “You wouldn’t wear white?”

“Well. I’m not a virgin so it doesn’t really matter, now does it?”

_______________

You lounge on your sofa and reach over Morgan’s shoulder to grab a handful of popcorn, munching happily.

“Sissy?” she asks, turning to look up at you, “Is this our last move night?”

“Why would it be, booger?” you ask, smiling a little and throwing a single piece of popcorn at her forehead affectionately.

“Bucky-”

“Bucky ain’t gonna tell me what to do, boo,” you tell her, throwing another piece of popcorn at her to make her giggle. “If we wanna have a sleep over, we’re gonna have sleep overs… until you get to old to want to hang out with me.”

And when she jumped on you and threw her arms around you, “I’m never gonna be too old for you,” she promised. But. You don’t say anything, you just hug her close and kiss her chubby cheeks. You don’t want her to keep growing up. You’d love to keep her this age forever. All colt legs and chubby cheeks. Your booger. But that’s not how the world works. Some day, before any of you are ready, she’ll be too old to watch Shrek 2 and sing along with the Fairy Godmother.

But for now, you’re going to enjoy it. Because all too soon, things are going to change in ways you know she isn’t ready for. And when your phone rings on the kitchen counter, it sounds almost like a death knell for life as you knew it.

Morgan scampered into the kitchen and plucked your phone off the counter, “Hello-”

She pauses for a moment and you hear, “No I’m Morgan. Y/N is laying in the living room.”

You strain your ears, trying to listen. But all you can make out is a deeper rumble. Tony? Maybe Bucky or Happy? You want to know so when Morgan hands you the phone, you put it to your ear. “Hello?”

“Hey, Doll,” Bucky said, “Baby sitting?”

“Movie night,” you answer, not really feeling like explaining.

“Sounds exciting,” he said, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his cigar. “No bachelorette party?”

“As much as my mom loves drag shows, Morgan is still a little too little for that,” you snort.

Bucky chuckles, “You girls feel up to coming out with me tomorrow?” He had a sense that Morgan might be the key to your good graces. And he couldn’t, at night when he laid in the bed, staring at the ceiling, he couldn’t see himself with a wife that didn’t like him. Sure. It was true. You might not love him. But. He needed to at least be your friend.

He wanted better than what his dad had had with his mom. If he learned nothing else at dinner, he learned that. Watching his mom look down her nose at you and try, time and time again to penetrate your walls and rattle you. But she didn’t. You maintained your smiling, calm composure. And it was… satisfying. He was suddenly… grateful to your mother and to Tony for doing whatever it was they had done that gave you the confidence to stand up in the face of his Mother’s acid tongue.

“What do you think, Boog, you want to get Breakfast tomorrow?” you ask.

“Pancakes?” she asked.

“Well, duh,” you tease, tickling the back of her neck. “We’ll meet you at the diner around the corner from my flat before I take Morgan home in the morning,” you tell Bucky.

“Perfect,” he said, smiling a little. “Say 9?”

“Eh, we better make it 10. We still have some movies to watch.”

“10, then,” he said, “Good night, Doll.”

And when the line goes dead before you have time to say anything you toss your phone carelessly onto the coffee table.

“Ugh, Morgan. Boys are dumb.” you sigh.

“All boys?” she asked.

“Not all boys. Papa is pretty smart. And Rhodey and Happy.”

She grinned, “So mostly just Bucky?”

“Yeah,” you snort.

She got quiet. Thinking and you let her have the quiet moment while she tried to work up the never to ask you something.

“Sissy?” she asked.

“What’s up, Boog?” you hum, turning to lay on your side and be face to face with her.

“Why do you have to marry Bucky?”

You consider your words carefully. Morgan was 8. There was only so much she knew about what Papa did for a living. All she knew was that he made a lot of money. And that Happy drove her to school and picked her up to keep herself safe.

“Papa asked me to,” you say, “As part of a business deal.”

She looked at you, scowling. “Sissy-”

“Huh?”

“You don’t love him?”

“Love- Baby that’s,” you stop and take a deep breath. “You don’t always have to love someone to marry them.”

“But daddy-”

“He knows what he’s doing,” you soothe. “I promise. Someday when you’re older you’ll understand.” But you can tell from the pout that papa is going to be in for an earful.

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Valentine’s Day with Ateez

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Hongjoong:

“Don’t look, don’t look!” You said, shielding your jacket from his eyes. “How am I supposed to not look when you’re sitting directly across from me? Besides you keep peeking over here too!” Hongjoong laughed, gesturing to how you were sat. Maybe this was a better idea in theory, but it didn’t matter you were having fun. 

Valentine’s day had come and you and Hongjoong didn’t really feel like doing anything extravagent. But you still wanted to do something and well, this was just perfect. Painting jackets for eachother, it was something Hongjoong had been wanting to do for you anyways and it was just really fun. 

“Oh -Joong I can’t give this to you. it looks horrible.” You laughed at your crooked lines over the denim. “I’ll love anything you make me.” Hongjoong said, total concentration as he traced over his lines with pink paint. He looked up with a smile at you once he finished.

“Because I love you.” 

Seonghwa:

It was Valentine’s day and you and Seonghwa hadn’t left the bed... but not because of what you might think. This was exactly what you both wanted, to just hang out, relax and catch up with eachother. It was nice to be lazy every once in a while and what better day than Valentine’s day. 

“We can still go out if you want?” Seonghwa said, looking at the clock. However he knew it would be impossible to get a table at a restaraunt this late on Valentine’s day. “No, no. I’m perfectly fine like this.” You said, placing your drink back on your nightstand to rest your head on his chest. His hands instinctively found your hair to play with it as you lazily watched tv. You meant it, this was nice alone time with him. 

He kissed your forehead, a few times in a row before pulling you even closer. Seonghwa couldn’t help himself, he was just incredibly happy to be able to have someone to do this with. Just be lazy. 

“Happy lazy little Valentine’s day. NExt year let’s get all dressed up and go somewhere really fancy.” 

Yunho: 

Your dates with Yunho had always been majorly laid back, always. For that very reason, Yunho wanted to do something completely different, he had borrowed a suit from the stylists and had told you to dress up. He wanted to do something special. 

So when he picked you up, in a suit with his hair slicked back slightly and a peek of forehead showing you were very surprised. “Now, I know our dates are always quite laid back and i don’t want that to change. But you were saying that you wanted to dress up again. I thought, we could go to an arcade completely dressed up after a nice dinner.” He proposed, cocking his eyebrow in your direction. 

It was an amazing idea, going to a fancy dinner to act like adult for a few hours and then be total kids while being all dressed up. It was the perfect date and the thought put into it was even better. You grabbed Yunho’s hand, “We should go get ice cream afterwards too.” You said and he smiled even wider. 

“This is why I love you.” 

Yeosang: 

“Is this what normal couples do on Valentine’s day?” You asked, enjoying the feeling of Yeosang’s fingers placing the mask on your face. He was always the best at applying sheet masks. “I’m not sure. But I’m having a good time.” Yeosang said and smoothed out the mask before sitting back down on the ground. “So am I.” You said and looked at him, laughing because of the panda design on his sheet mask. 

“Can you hand me a chocolate?” You asked, gesturing to the heart shaped box of chocolates. He grabbed one from the box and handed it to you before hitting play again on your movie. It was a relaxed day, having bought some Valentine’s chocolates to share and sheet masks for a little spa day.

“I feel like we should’ve gone out or something.” He said pausing the movie and looked at you. “Would you have liked to go out?” You asked and he furrowed his brows, mask wrinkling while he did so. “No, not really. I really like this.” Yeosang said and you smiled. Leaning forward you kissed his lips quickly through the masks. “Then this is perfect. I love this.” You agreed and he nodded, pressing play on your movie again. 

“I love you.” 

San: 

Rain or shine, holiday or not, if it was comeback season, there was practice. Which you understood and San had apologized multiple times for not being able to take the day off to be with you.  So you decided to do something for him instead. 

With a bouquet of roses, a small cat plush and a box of chocolate, you set off to the practice room. Peeking in, San caught glimpse of your head and smiled. “What are you doing here!” He asked happily and you revealed yourself fully. Your gifts for him in now fully visible to him and the other’s. “Surprise.” You smiled and watched San’s face light up. You could hear some of the other member’s awe but that wasn’t important. 

“You couldn’t spend Valentine’s with me so I thought I’d bring it to you.” You explained, handing him your small gifts. San nearly dropped them all to hug you and kiss you softly. 

“I wasn’t expecting anything today and was really bummed that I couldn’t do anything with you today. This is so sweet.” 

Mingi: 

There was just something about completely dressing up for a night on the town. Maybe it was cliché to go out for dinner and drinks on Valentine’s day but sometimes cliché was good. He had picked you up with your favorite flower’s in his arms and a huge smile on his face. Mingi was ready for a good night. 

“This was really nice and this dessert menu is huge.” You said, looking through the menu at the hefty list of desserts to choose from. Mingi reached across the table, grabbing your hand. “Your mom’s restaraunt is still open right?” You asked and he nodded with a confused expression. “We should bring her a nice dessert too.”

Mingi smiled at your words, loving your kind heart even when the date was for you two. “She’d love that.” He said and placed his menu down. Mingi leaned over the table for a moment and smiled at you. 

“Can I have a kiss from my beautiful Valentine?”

Wooyoung: 

When Wooyoung was reminded that Valentine’s day was around the corner, he knew exactly what he wanted to do for you. He wanted to cook a romantic dinner for you both and have a good night drinking wine and spending time together. 

He couldn’t help but find it cute as you stood next to him, helping him chop veggies in your pink apron covered in hearts that he had gotten you as a gag gift. “I can’t believe you convinced me to wear this thing.” You sighed, putting the knife down and looking at him. “I dressed up for this evening.” Wooyoung turned to look at you with a laugh. “I know and I’m trying to protect your outfit.” He pressed a quick kiss to your lips and returned back to his pot in front of him. 

You wrapped your arms around his waist and he wrapped an arm around you. “What’s up?” He asked, tilting your chin up slightly. “Nothing, I just love you... Happy Valentine’s Day.” Wooyoung smiled and turned his attention back to his meal. 

“I love you too, Happy Valentine’s Day.”

Jongho: 

You just wanted to something cute for Valentine’s Day. You didn’t want to any gifts or anything like that but you did want to go out and have a fun time. So when you found out that there was an old school styled diner that had made cute milkshakes, you had been wanting to go. 

“This is so cute.” Jongho smiled as you tugged him further into the diner. “Right? I thought it was perfect for Valentine’s day. Not too fancy, but also not sitting at home. I thought it was just right.” You said and sat down in a booth with him. “It is just right. Thank you for bringing me here.” Jongho smiled, grabbing your hand as you waited for a waiter. 

His thumb stroked over hand gently, giving you undivided attention as you talked about which flavor milkshake to get. Maybe strawberry, or chocolate, maybe even oreo but he was just entirely focussed on how happy you were, making this his favorite Valentine’s day ever. 

“Thank you for making this a really fun day. Happy Valentine’s day.”

A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to everyone! I hope everyone has a good day filled with love in all sorts, not just romantic. ♥♥

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