#mondays are pretty hectic for me

[rkivepetals]

Napping together

You just have a terrible day I swear.

Pairing: Jungkook! X fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Rating: 12+

Wc: 1.6k

Warnings: nothingggg, oc just have a terribleee head ache, Jungkook is a green flag !

Also; the banner pics are so 🥹🥹🥹

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

You groaned, shoving your phone somewhere to stop the constant beeping alarm. Twice today, “goddamn!” You yelled and got up on the bed, sulking as your eyes forced to stay close. You hurried out of bed, rubbing your eyes together knowing you have a meeting to catch. “Why are Mondays the worst.”

You murmured, flapping your pink socks on the cold floor of your small apartment as you warm some water to drink. As you gulp your morning drink, your phone rings again through a call as you grumble and go in to pick it up. “Hello?!” You say, removing your socks and hoodie. “Good morning, sweetheart.”

You smiled, “Good morning.” You murmured, taking your phone and going inside the bathroom. “Did you sleep well?” Your boyfriend’s voice echoes in the empty bathroom as you turn on the tap and do your routine whilst you talk to him. “Not really. I had such a hard time trying to sleep. I wish you stayed with me.” He Hums in a soft buzz, “I had to leave, Mondays are always hectic.”

You hummed, brushing your teeth aggressively as you sulked. “Breakfast?” He inquired, you clean your mouth before replying. “Eggs. Can’t do much.” As you splash water on your cheeks. “Are you free today?” He asked, some cluttering sounds echoing on the other side. You hummed, “After two, I’m free. I’m just gonna catch up on some meetings.”

“Alright, order your favourite food if you don’t feel like cooking.” You hum, “I’ll see. Right now, I’ll just meditate. Eat and do my work. Text me when you’re free.” You say as you turn on your speakers for some relaxing sounds and lay out your yoga mat. “I will, take care. Love you.” You smile, throwing your workout fit on the bed.

“Love you, too.” As you change.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Your fingers press the back of your neck while you focus on what your head has to say. “Y/n?” You quickly fix your posture, “yeah?” “Do you have your ideas ready yet?” He asked as your fingers typed on your laptop, “Yes. I’m emailing it to you right now.” “Perfect.” And the hectic morning continued.

After you were done, you took your phone and opened chats, seeing if jungkook texted you. He did, asking what are you doing. Suddenly a green screen pops open, and he calls. You happily picked up, resting your head on the chair. “How are you now, hmm?” You pout, “not good. My eyes are stinging and the headache is killing me. I wanna sleep but I can’t even sleep in broad daylight. And I have so much work to do.”

You say, roaming your eyes in the messy kitchen you’ve to clean and the dishes and the food you’ve to make. Ugh. “Why don’t you rest a bit? I’ll try to come over.” You smiled, “really?” He Hums, “can’t confirm now. I’ll have to see, but I’ll try.” Your small smile lingers, “okay. Now I have to go, my colleague is asking for me.”

“Okay. Take a leave if it’s too much, honey.” He advised,

“I can’t. I’m just on the track for promotion.” You bite your lip as your fingers tap a mail quickly.

“Fiiine. I need to go too.”

“Aight, love you.”

“Love you too.”

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

It got worse. The pain, the stress, the feeling of being tired and trapped got worse by three. Your door beeped open as you quickly looked up to see jungkook entering, seeing you slumped over your couch. “Oh, what is my lil’ cutie doing?” He comes to you as you smile and hug him tightly, getting on his lap and snuggling your face in his buttoned shirt. “Today is so worse. I wanna sleep but I can’t sleep!”

You say in his chest as he softly kisses your head and gives soothing caresses on your back. “Is that so? I got you flowers. Did you have lunch?” He asked as you nodded and looked at him with a smile. He took the small bouquet and nuzzled it into your nose making you giggle. “So pretty.”

You say and take the flowers, smiling widely, until your eyes are squished close. “Take a nap, hmm?” He caressed your cheeks, and you nodded, “I tried but..” you groaned. Frustrated remembering the last twenty-five minutes of pure torture of being sleep-deprived. “I can’t sleep!”

“Aww. C’mon, let’s take a nap together.” Your face lits up,

“Really?!”

“Hmm.” He held your thighs and took you to your bedroom.

You kissed his cheek as he gave you a boyish cute smile, you kissed his cheek again but this time on his hollowed dimples.

“I wanna wear my warm night suit and we will cuddle.” You say as he hums to all your demands and puts you on the bed before he takes out your desired clothes from the wardrobe. “But what about your work?” You inquired, “I took a leave, I felt tired too. I thought I’d spend some time with you since you weren’t doing well either. Besides, I missed you.” You sheepishly giggle, “You did?”

“Uh-huh, absolutely. Missed my cute little girl who’s always lighting my days up. Can’t see her all grumpy.” He says as you smile, feeling your cheeks burn as he takes out a pair of comfortable clothes for himself too. “I need to use the washroom.” He says, “Okay.” In the meantime, you change your clothes and wait for him.

Jungkook returns in a hoodie and sweatpants, plopping beside you on the bed as you crawl to him. Screeching in his chest with excitement at how soft and comforting he was. He pulls over the blanket, clutching you tight in his arms as he hums. “I’ll make sure you sleep well today.” He says as you nod, kissing his sweater paws as he giggles.

“You’re such an adorable little bug, sweetheart.”

You snuggle deeper into his chest and twist your legs around him. Feeling at most leave and comfort. His soft breathing pattern and steady fall and rise of the chest, hums and caresses got you to close your eyes again, feeling sleep take over you as you finally, slept. Thanks to jungkook, you didn’t wake up for two hours.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

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[gejo333]

Beach Day

Father Miguel O’Hara x mother reader

Summary: Spending a wonderful day at the beach with your husband Miguel and daughter Gabriella.

It’s been a hectic passed few days for me, which is why I haven’t been updating lately. I promise Chapter two of El Destino will be no later than Monday!

I wrote this cute and fluffy fic that I was inspired by urghoulfriend who drew Miguel and Gabriella going to the beach.

Credit goes to urghoulfriend from TikTok/Instagram. I got permission from the artist to repost! Also, I’m only showing part of the artwork. The beach part. If you want to go see the rest you can find it on TikTok or Instagram.

Also thank you so much for the 50 follows!!! It means the world to me!💕

I apologize for any grammatical mistakes I missed.

Wc: 1.6k

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Morning sunlight seeped through the curtains, the light stirring you from your slumber. You slightly shuffle to face your body toward your sleeping husband. His arm tightens around your waist, bringing you closer to his chest. You lean over his face and leave a small kiss on his cheek, waking him up.

“Good morning Miggy.”

“Morning, cariño. How did you sleep?” His voice is rough from just waking up.

“Pretty good. Gabriella was so excited to go to the beach today that she wouldn’t go to bed for a while. How about you? You came in late. Everything going ok at HQ?” Miguel brought you towards his chest as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he kissed you on the head, still trying to wake up.

“I wanted to get much work done to take today off. But a few anomalies popped up on my radar that I had to help with. But Jess arrived at HQ to watch over everything. When I came back, there was a robbery or two that happened. So I dealt with that before coming back.”

“That sounds like a busy day. But I really appreciate you making time for us.” You caressed his cheek as he leaned down to place a long loving kiss on your lips. Back now against the mattress as Miguel hovers over you. He peppers your neck and chest with kisses, his fangs grazing your skin occasionally.

“Anything for you, mi vida.” He mumbled against your skin. He brought a hand down to separate your thighs, positing himself between your legs. He gently grabbed you by the waist as he brought you closer to himself. A moan escaped your lips as you felt his erection against your thigh.

You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him in closer. As he was about to remove your panties, a heavy sigh escaped his lips, stopping his actions. He kisses you before going back to lying next to you.

Your brows furrowed briefly before hearing small footsteps approaching your bedroom door. You give Miguel a quick kiss on his neck, and he lets out a small grunt.

You both sit up, hearing the door open, walking in your precious five-year-old daughter. She hops onto the bed in your arms as you happily give her a big hug.

“Good Morning, Mama! Good Morning Papa!” She smiles brightly. She was the spitting image of Miguel. However, he always said she had your spirited personality and beautiful smile.

“Are you excited to go to the beach today, princesa?” Asked Miguel.

“Yes!” Gabriella yelled as she jumped up and down on the bed before getting down and running out. “Let’s go!”

…

The three of you arrived at the beach which was packed since it was a hot summer day in Nueva York. Miguel put Gabriella on his shoulders as he carried a bag or two. You carrying the other two bags.

Walking on the sand and around clumps of people, you search for a perfect place. Miguel taps you on the shoulder and points ahead, and you follow his direction, seeing the perfect place. It was very close to the water, so Gabriella could play. But the water wasn’t close enough to get to your things.

As all three of you arrive at the spot, Miguel sets everything up while you help Gabriella collect shells.

“All set.” Miguel finished placing the last towel down.

“It looks perfect. Thank you, Miggy.”

“Thank you, Miggy!” Gabriella giggled.

“That’s Papa to you.” Miguel tickles her slightly as punishment, earning high-pitched laughter from your daughter.

All three of you settle on the towels layering near each other. You finish putting Gabriella’s hair in a braid to move it from her face as you take out the Sun spray and pass it to Miguel for him to use.

“If only you brought the lotion. I would have loved your help putting it on.” Miguel winked at you before spraying himself and then your daughter. His comment made your cheeks redden as he handed you back the spray. You move closer to Miguel and spray his back, kissing him, saying you are done.

“Do you need help with your back?” He smirked.

“I do.” You turn around. Miguel moved your hair to your shoulder as he sprayed your back. Once he was done, you turned around to find him still there.

“Need any more help?” His eyes scanned your body. You purposely worse the red bikini that was his favorite on you.

“I’m good, love.” You place a quick kiss on his lips before sitting down again.

…

The Sun beating down against your skin was relaxing as you listened to waves crashing on the shore. You gaze lovingly at Gabriella building a sand castle.

However, your relaxation was cut short as your ears perked up at the sound of women nearby drooling over your husband. A sigh escaped your lips as you heard them talk about him. You knew Miguel was a very attractive man. Since you both started dating, women have been gawking at him. It never bothered you as you were his wife, but sometimes it still annoyed you that some women said stuff like that out loud when you were clearly with him.

You move to sit in between his legs as you rest your back against his chest.

“Cariño, are you sitting with me because you want to or because of those women?” He whispered in your ear.

“Can it be both?” You turn your head and kiss him, which he gladly reciprocates. After the kiss, you turn towards the women and give them a fake smile, wavy your hand slightly at them as if saying ‘hello, I can hear you so shut the fuck up.’ Now caught, the women stop talking afraid to anger you.

“Mama, can I have water?”

“Of course!” You say, grabbing the bag. You sigh in annoyance as you see there are no more left. Remembering there are more in the car, you decide to get up.

“Where are you going?” Miguel frowned slightly, missing your body against him.

“I’m going to grab the other water bottles from the car.” You said as you grabbed the keys.

“I can go instead.” Miguel offered, but you shook your head and smiled.

“It’s alright. The car is close. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” Miguel gives your hand a loving squeeze saying alright before you walk back towards the car. You needed to cool off not only from the Sun but from those pesky women.

…

“Here’s what we’re going to do. Distract Mama, and I’ll pick her up and get her into the water. Sounds like a plan?” He whispered to his daughter; a large smile appeared on her face.

“Yes!” She whispered back. You came back from grabbing more water bottles from the car. As you set them down, Gabriella grabs your hand.

“Mama! Look, there’s a baby crab!” Gabriella pulls you toward where she found it. When you both stop, your eyebrows furrowed when you see nothing.

“Where did you see-“ You gasped as large arms picked you up bridal style. You hook an arm around his neck for balance and lightly pinch his cheek.

“Miguel, you scared me.” You said, which your husband only chuckled in return. You look at both your daughter and husband. Both had a mischievous look on their faces. Before you asked further, Miguel rushed into the water, followed by your daughter.

Knee-deep in the water, Miguel stopped, a place his daughter could still go.

“You wouldn’t dare.” You try to hide your smile as you look at your husband with a playful glare.

“Gabi and I thought you might want a dip into the water.” He said before dropping you.

You sat there in the water, soaked from head to toe. A laugh escapes your lips as you stand up, wiping some of your hair from your face.

“Watch out for a splash, honey.” You say to your daughter as you jump onto Miguel, catching him off guard and tackling him into the water. You sit on his lap as he emerges his upper half from the water, sending you a playful glare while laughing. Gabriella then comes and tackles her father with a hug, which he easily reciprocates as she sits on your lap.

“Very sneaky, mi amor.” Miguel places a sweet kiss on your lips, which you happily accept.

“Eww.” Said Gabriella as she giggled. You playfully roll your eyes as you hold your daughter. She wraps her arms around your neck and lays her head on your shoulder. You hear her yawn, signaling the three of you to pack up and return home.

Getting out of the water and drying off, Miguel collects everything as you hold your sleeping daughter in your arms, ready to go home.

…

Entering your apartment, you go to Gabriella’s bedroom, remove her bathing suit, and change her into her PJs. She was so tired you didn’t want to wake her to have a bath. You planned on giving her one tomorrow morning.

After tucking her into bed, you return to the living room, where Miguel put everything away.

“Is she in bed?”

“She is. Sound asleep.” You wrap your arms around him and rest your head on his chest. He holds you in his arms as the two of you silently stand there for a minute.

“Would you like to take a shower with me? Maybe continue where we left off this morning?” A grin graced his lips as he pulled you closer. You pull away from him and slowly back away in a playful manner.

“Only if you get there before me.” As you race towards your bedroom shower, laughing, Miguel chases after you.

“You’ll lose mi amor!”

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Hope you enjoyed it🥰

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[ros3ybabe]

Update on...Life?

Hello, my lovelies! I can't believe I haven't posted since...early December 2023? and now it's almost February! The time has flown so fast, kinda crazy. I do apologize for the lengthy absence, but as you'll find out, life has been hectic for me recently.

My boyfriend was in town from Dec 23rd til Han 1st, and then him and his mom left. The 2 weeks after he left were absolutely so difficult for me. As I've been unmedicated since early December due to insurance issues, my depression ramped up as heavily as it could and I pretty much stayed in bed those 2 weeks until my job started having us come back as the semester was going to start soon.

Once I started going back to work, I felt so much better. And now that my classes have resumed, I have more moments where I truly feel like myself despite still being unmedicated. But because my job is still pretty short staffed, I'm working a lot right now to both help out my job and make some extra money. Since my semester has only been started thus last week and a half, I am able to work this much but geez, I am so tired all the time right now.

I did finally get my insurance back! I have to pay over 150$ USD a month to maintain it, but I'm just excited to get back on track with my mental and physical health!

Things are slowly looking up for me at the moment and I'm honestly excited for what 2024 is going to being for me.

That being said, I am fully planning on coming back and posting regularly again! I missed this community more then I realized I would, and since the semester has started and I'm getting back into routines, what better way to keep myself accountable then to utilize my blog!

I am keeping the same theme, I love the pink feminine aesthetic still, but sometimes I may switch up the color theme, I'm not sure yet! And I will be resuming my challenge! I believe I got to about 30 days before I stopped, but due to the long hiatus, I will be basically starting back from day 1! I think I will resume the challenege either on Monday, January 29th OR Thursday, February 1st. I am not too sure yet.

also, please feel free to send me any questions you have about... anything, honestly! I will, alongside my challenge posts, be posting my goals for this semester, my study routines, stuff revolving around any hobbies I pick up, or my new *improved* routines.

til next time lovelies 🩷

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[supernovafics]

series masterlist | last part — next part

pairing: modern!actor!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 2.7k words

warnings: asshole!steve, explicit language, mentions of alcohol

summary: somehow your life becomes equivalent to a friday the 13th type of horror movie. there's no serial killer or any murders happening, but the day is full of so many problems that it feels like you'll never get out of this shitstorm

CHAPTER TWO | ❝𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒔𝒆❞

It had to have been because of something you’d done in a past life. Perhaps you were a murderer or committed other horrific crimes. 

In your head, that was the only thing that could explain why today had been the shittiest and most hectic day you’d probably ever had. And even though you were only halfway through this godforsaken Friday, you knew that nothing would ever be able to top it. 

You were hit with issue after issue, and when you solved one thing it seemed as if three more popped up. It felt like a fucked up game of whack-a-mole. 

And just when you thought you could finally have somewhat of a breather, you were bombarded by a production intern bawling her eyes out. She had made a mistake earlier that day that she was still feeling pretty emotional about; she put the wrong time on the call sheet for Monday and printed and handed out copies with the typo. It wasn’t that big of a deal or the most detrimental mistake that could’ve been made— in fact, with one quick announcement and some reprints the problem had been fixed— but you could understand why she was upset about it. 

“It’s okay, alright? Please stop crying, Hannah.”

“I’m sorry,” She said with a sniffle. “I just really wanna do a good job and I know I haven't been, and I really don’t wanna get fired.”

You were about to reassure her once again but you were interrupted by a PA tapping your shoulder to grab your attention. 

“Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I have Steve’s lunch order that you asked me to pick up,” He said. 

“No, no, you’re fine. Thank you so much,” You said, actually completely thankful for the interruption. You grabbed the outstretched bag from him and then looked at Hannah again. “You only made one mistake. I promise it’s okay, and you’re not getting fired.” 

She nodded and you gave her one more reassuring smile before you rushed off in the direction of Steve’s trailer, quickly glancing through the bag to make sure that the order was right as you sped walked to the completely other side of the set. 

“You’re late,” Was the first thing he said to you when he opened the door. 

You briefly glanced down at your watch; 12:05pm. You were only five stupid minutes late, but of course he was annoyed at you. “The day has been really hectic and–”

He shook his head at you before you could finish. “I don’t really care.”

There was a lot you wanted to respond back with, but you held it back.

“Got it,” You said instead as you handed him his food and started walking away before he could close the door in your face. 

It had only been two weeks since filming started and it was pretty clear that neither of you liked each other. He definitely didn’t like you, for reasons that you assumed were because he didn’t like anyone and he was somehow physically incapable of being nice. And in return, you decided to just not like him back because you couldn’t care enough to do anything to try and make him like you. Mainly because trying to do so felt like an impossible feat in itself, and also because you quickly came to the decision that he didn’t deserve your genuine niceness. 

Barely a minute after you’d walked away from Steve’s trailer, you were summoned by the lighting department to help handle an issue they were having. It truly seemed as if you would never get a break. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Way too many hours, and a shit ton of more problems to fix later, you were finally home. And after the longest shower ever, you were sitting on the couch in your living room, a bowl of freshly popped popcorn on your coffee table in front of you next to a bottle of wine that was moments away from being opened. 

Your plan was to watch the worst reality TV show you could find and laugh at it until you fell asleep, and you knew that because of how exhausted you were from the day it would probably happen within the hour. And you didn’t even feel the tiniest bit embarrassed that you’d be going to bed before ten o’clock on a Friday night. 

You were only a few minutes into a show called Love on the Mountain and hadn’t even poured your first glass of wine before your phone started ringing. 

A part of you truly wanted to ignore the call because you could only assume that it was work related, and you wanted to hope that whatever it was about could wait until tomorrow, or hopefully even Monday. But, of course, the part of you that could almost never turn your work brain off needed to look at who was calling. 

You regretted it almost immediately when you saw Steve’s name lighting up your screen.  

You wondered why he could possibly be calling you right then, and then as if the universe was simultaneously screaming and laughing at you, you looked around and your eyes immediately landed on the big yellow envelope that contained the script rewrites Steve needed to have sticking out of your tote bag that was sitting on your small dining room table that at most times doubled as a work desk. 

Fuck.

You were supposed to give the script rewrites to him, or at least put them in his trailer before you left for the day, because they were for all of the scenes that were filming on Monday, but it had completely slipped your mind. 

You answered the phone and then shut your eyes. “Sorry, I already know you’re calling about the script rewrites. It completely slipped my mind. When do you want me to give them to you?”

“I would’ve really liked them hours ago,” He said, the annoyance unsurprisingly very clear in his tone.

This was the only time you could actually understand him being annoyed at you, but hearing how pissed he sounded still managed to piss you off just the same. 

You inwardly let out a long breath. “I can bring them now.” 

He didn’t say anything in response to that, and instead hung up. Barely a minute later, your phone pinged with a text from him that was simply his address. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

When you walked into Steve’s apartment building, you were met with the sight of a man standing behind a front desk. It was always easy to tell that you were at an expensive apartment building in LA when the lobby felt eerily similar to a hotel. Your building didn’t even have a lobby; there was just a hallway that led to some insanely small elevators. 

You gave a small wave to the man and then showed the yellow envelope. “Hi, I have this for Steve Harrington.”

The front desk man, whose name tag read James, nodded at you. “Yes, he told me to expect someone coming to bring something for him. You can go right up.”

“Can I just leave this here with you?” You asked because you did not want to have any sort of an interaction with Steve right then; what you really wanted was to get back home. 

“Usually with most packages, yes. But for this, Mr. Harrington told me that he wanted you to bring it up.”

Of course, he did. And you knew the exact reason why he was doing this was so that he could say some sort of shitty comment to you about this mistake you made since he apparently hadn’t done enough of that on the phone before he hung up on you.

“Is there a bathroom I can use first before I head up?”

James gave you an apologetic look. “Sorry, the bathroom in the lobby is for residents only, and management is really strict about that rule.”

“Okay,” You responded with a small sigh. “What floor is Steve on and what’s his apartment number?” 

“He’s at the Penthouse, so you’ll just press PH and his place is the only one up there.”

You nodded at that before heading to the elevators. On the entirety of the ride up to the top floor, you mentally prepared yourself for whatever Steve would say to you, and you also pushed your need to pee far away. 

Your knuckles rapped against his door in three quick knocks and after making you wait for an unbearably long minute— which felt so much longer than just a minute and almost made you think that you’d somehow ended up at the wrong apartment— Steve opened it.

“Here are the script rewrites,” You said and you held out the envelope for him to take. 

“Thank you,” Steve said, his voice unmistakingly condescending, as he grabbed the envelope from you. It was actually kind of fitting that the first time he ever said a “thank you” to you was in a sarcastic way. “Sorry for making you do your job.” 

Apparently, the mental preparation you’d done on the elevator had been no help at all because his words in that moment irritated you more than anything else he had ever said to you. 

You were at your breaking point for dealing with all of his shitty remarks pretty much every day for the past two weeks and giving him nothing back in response. You’d continuously swallowed down everything you had wanted to respond to his comments with, but right then, it was as if every other annoying thing you’d dealt with from the day was bubbling over, and for once you actually couldn’t hold back. 

“Oh yeah, no problem,” You said, easily matching his sarcasm. “I actually did this all on purpose because today has been the absolute worst day ever and I wanted to make it even worse by talking to you right now. Honestly, the perfect way to end this shitty Friday.” 

You almost felt bad for everything you’d said, maybe that outburst was a bit much, but then for the briefest of moments you could’ve sworn that one side of his mouth quirked upward in something that resembled the tiniest of smiles before he simply looked at you with the straightest face you’d ever seen. It was hard to feel bad for what you said when, at least for a millisecond, he seemed somewhat amused by it. 

The two of you stared at each other for a few moments. You expected him to say something in response to your comeback, but he began closing the door instead. Of course, right then was when your need to pee decided to come back. 

“Wait.” You said, placing a hand on the door before he fully closed it. “Can I use your bathroom?”

“No,” He said and then finished shutting the door. 

“Okay, I’m sorry for what I just said,” You said, making your voice loud enough so he could hear you through the door. It was actually a bit easier to apologize without having to look at him. “I shouldn’t have said it.”

His response came barely a second later. “Still no.”

You were so close to letting go, but you knew that you wouldn’t be able to last on the twenty minute drive back to your place, which could potentially be pushed to thirty minutes depending on how terrible LA traffic decided to be right then. Therefore, you knew you had to keep trying. But you also knew that you’d rather pee your pants than beg Steve Harrington for anything, so you weren’t going to say one “please” to him. 

“Come on. The guy in the lobby said that I can’t use the one down there because of some management rule.”

Steve didn’t say anything to that so you decided to continue. 

“If I die of a bladder infection, you’ll get stuck with a random PA as an assistant for the rest of filming, and you’ll probably hate them more than you hate me. Also, if I die I promise I will haunt you so much.” 

It would’ve made sense to assume that he walked away from the door by then, probably to his bedroom or somewhere else far away from where he could potentially hear anything you were saying. But, something told you he was at least still lingering by it. 

“Steve?”

Finally, he decided to say something. “You’re not gonna leave, are you?”

You almost laughed at how annoyed he sounded. “No, so unless you wanna get blamed for me dying outside of your door, you should just let me use your bathroom.”

You heard something that sounded like a cross between a scoff and an actual laugh, and then moments later, the door opened and he let you inside. 

You refused to admire anything about his apartment as you walked in. Not the phenomenal looking kitchen that had a huge white marble island in the center of it. Not the living room area that had a huge television hanging on the wall and an even bigger white couch that looked way too soft and inviting. And definitely not the floor-to-ceiling windows that provided a beautiful view of the city; you could even see the fucking Hollywood sign lit up in the distance.

There was nothing you admired about his apartment. In fact, you kind of hated the place. 

And you were also a huge liar. 

“The guest bathroom is down the hall,” Steve told you. “The door on the left.”

You nodded at that, avoiding eye contact with him because you didn’t want him to see how enamored you were with his apartment; you were sure that it was written all over your face. 

You headed to the bathroom, which for just a guest bathroom seemed way too big, and it simply became another thing that you upsettingly liked about the place. 

After using the bathroom, you looked in the mirror and were quickly reminded that you hadn’t cared to change out of your pajamas before leaving your apartment, so you still had on a pair of black sweatpants and a gray t-shirt from high school that had faded letters and random bleach spots. The only thing you added to your outfit was a zip up hoodie because it was actually a little chilly outside, and you now zipped it up because you felt embarrassed about your shirt, even though Steve had definitely already seen it. 

You finished washing your hands and then left the bathroom. You saw Steve leaning against the kitchen island, already looking at the script you’d given him. 

“Thank you for letting me use your bathroom,” You said as you started heading toward the door. “See you Monday.” 

He only nodded at you and didn’t say anything else before you opened the door and left. 

When you were in your car, your phone pinged with a text from him. 

Steve: Let’s try not to have anymore fuck ups next week, okay?  

You rolled your eyes at his message. 

You: Sorry but I’m already planning to fuck up your coffee order on Monday so yeah…

Steve: Really great joke.  

It was almost too easy to read the text in his usual sarcastic tone. 

You: Not a joke. 

You were close to leaving the conversation there; putting your phone down and ignoring whatever else he’d say to you as you drove home to finally have the night that you wanted to have. However, there was something about him now seeing you as bad at your job because of this one mistake you made that didn’t sit well with you. 

You pressed the call button on his contact name before you could think better of it. 

He answered on the third ring. “What?”

“I always do my job well, by the way,” You told him. “Today was a shitty day and it was actually a bit hard to juggle your shit with the other shit being thrown at me, so the script rewrites completely slipped my mind, and I’m sorry about that. But, it won’t happen again.” 

You expected him to immediately hang up on you like he did with all of your other calls because none of them ever had an actual ending, but he didn’t hang up. Instead, he simply said, “Okay,” and then ended the call. You had a feeling that that was probably the closest you’d ever get to getting any sort of a “goodbye” while on the phone with him.

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Safest with You - Ch. 5 (The Courtship)

2.7K / Modern AU Retired Mob Enforcer!Din Djarin x fem!reader

Summary: A week's time passes before your next date with Din and you can hardly wait.

Warnings: 18+ Content (MDNI please), Just more fluff (but horny fluff?), lots of making out again, reader is horny as heck, mention of alcohol consumption (reader gets a little tipsy), usual pet names (pretty bird, sweetheart, pretty girl, etc.), ONE "good girl", ONE dick joke.

A/N: Can you tell my love language is acts of service? 🥰 As this takes place over the course of a week, I'm using a brand new divider by the wonderful @saradika-graphics to help denote the passage of time. Thank you for all the support! Sorry for the slow burn!

Optional musical soundtrack: Seven by Jung Kook & Latto (Clean version)

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“He wants to court you?!”

Hands covering your blushing face, you peek through your fingers, “That’s the exact word he used.”

“I thought you said he was in his 40s, not from the 1840s,” jokes Bea.

The usual brunch group dissolves into fits of laughter. “I felt like a silent movie villain twirling my mustache, trying to steal his virtue,” you giggle, “He was so sweet about it though, I think it might be kind of nice… to not… get railed.” The table roars.

Rory looks serious, “Honestly, babe.  Any way he makes you happy, as long as you’re happy…”

“I’m happy”, you smile dreamily.

“…but next week you better come to brunch with a sex limp.”

Your mortified waiter chooses this moment to set down the mimosas and you cry actual tears from laughing so hard.

The next week turns out to be crazy busy for you at work; a project deadline gets pushed up to the Friday and you know all your week nights are spoken for.  You share with Din your disappointment that you won’t be free for a second date until the work week is over. 

“I’m sad too, pretty bird.  How about I plan a nice relaxing date for Saturday, help you decompress after your hard week?”

You almost say that you can think of something specific he could do to help you decompress, but you think Monday morning might be too early for you to be so horny.  Instead, you thank him for his thoughtfulness and tell him you can’t wait, “It’s a date.”

Your day is so full of meetings and review that you barely leave you desk; the periodic messages in the GC or from Din checking in on you are some of your only moments of reprieve during your hectic day.

At 6:30 pm your stomach rumbles, and you realize you haven’t eaten all day; groaning, you realize you’re looking at at least 3 more hours of work before you can go home and heat something up.  You hear your name and you look up to see one of your team members escorting Din off the elevator and pointing towards your office.

He’s a sight for your tired eyes and you melt into his open arms, ““Hi! This is a nice surprise.  What are you doing here?”  Din’s arm wraps around you, then reaches up to give your tired shoulders a brief but deep massage before he pulls back to show you the brown bag he has in his other hand.

“Know you didn’t eat lunch today, pretty girl. Thought you might be in danger of forgetting dinner, too.”

You could cry from the gesture.  Pulling him into your office and closing the door, you kiss him quickly but tenderly, “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“My pleasure. Now eat.”

Din sits and waits for you to start digging in before getting up to go.  You ask about his dinner, and if he wants to share yours – but he lets you know he understands you have a lot work and he doesn’t want to distract you; he had been worried he was overstepping by showing up unannounced at your place of work, but seeing how ravenous you are for the food he brought, he’s glad he came.  You wave off his concerns, and give him your approval of his takeout choice in between big bites.  When he hears that you think you might not be able to get away until close to 10 pm, he frowns, “Text me when you’re 5 minutes away from leaving, I’ll come pick you up.”

“It’s oka—”

He stops you with a kiss on your forehead, “I’ll feel better if I can see you safely home at that hour.  Can you do that for me, pretty bird?”

You nod, touched.

At 10:10 pm, Din is waiting outside your office, leaning against his truck and watching you wave goodbye to your co-workers, joke crying that you’ll see each other again in less than 10 hours.  You’re so tired you close your eyes and lean your head against Din’s shoulder as he drives; he holds your hand the entire way home.

Din waits downstairs while you go in and get Al, walking him with you the same way he did the other night. Before sending you upstairs afterwards, he wraps you up in his arms, once again running his hands firmly over the stiffness in your back from sitting at your desk all day, kissing you long and hard.  Barely keeping his breathing under control, Din whispers, “Missed you today, baby.” You pull yourself closer to Din, tilting your head back far enough to rest your chin on his chest and look deep in his eyes; playing with the curls at the base of his neck, you mouth, “Me too,” before opening up your mouth to his one last time before going in.

The next day, Tuesday, Din brings you lunch (“Can’t have you missing your lunch again, sweetheart”) and sits with you while you eat at your desk, watching you answer emails and the occasional question from a colleague who pops into your office.  You don’t have to work quite so late today, and are able get home at a reasonable hour (8 pm?) to have dinner.  Din still comes by later that night after closing up the gym to walk the dog, and also to bring you another surprise: your dry-cleaning from Peli’s.  So glad to be spared the errand, you thank Din with a grateful kiss before asking him how much you owe him.  Din gives you a look, to which you respond with a look of your own before sighing, “I’m too tired to do this right now, but this isn’t over, Djarin.”  Din puts his hands up in mock surrender and grins, “Anything you say, pretty bird.”

Before parting for the evening, the two of you make out like teenagers: hurried and excited, sometimes clashing teeth and bumping noses from impatience, then giggling before crashing your mouths together again. 

On Wednesday, Din brings you dinner again and this time, brings enough for your whole team.  After accepting their copious thanks, at your insistence that he isn’t a distraction, he stays and eats with you this time.  You happily let yourself escape a little from work through easy conversation with Din; he’s also easy on the eyes tonight in casual sweats, and you try to maintain a modicum of professionalism at work by not letting your eyes and thoughts drift down past the waistband of his sweatpants.  For being semi-successful, you allow yourself a few less than professional kisses after dinner.  His visit leaves you rejuvenated, and you power through the remainder of your work, missing Din already and eager to see him again for your nightly dog walk.  Al has adapted quickly to the new routine, and after the walk, lays down on the sidewalk, seemingly waiting for you and Din to have your nightly make out session.  Tonight, Din has you cradled against his shoulder, hands running over your body and face in long gentle strokes.  He knows you’re exhausted from work, and wants more than anything to relax you so he can send you upstairs pliant and languid, in hopes you’ll fall into bed right away and get the rest you need.  Your kisses tonight are unhurried, long and sweet.  You’re already half asleep when Din finally releases you and sends you in with a gentle pat on your rear.

Thursday turns out to be you and your team’s longest, hardest day, the last full work day before the Friday deadline.  Din picks you up very late from the office, and you take up your usual position, resting your head on his shoulders while he drives.  This time though, you’re wide awake, jazzed up from your team’s progress and how close you all are to pulling everything off.  Din holds your hand just like the drive on Monday, but periodically brings it to his lips to pepper your knuckles with light kisses.  As he drives, you can’t help but stare at the hand that rests on the wheel, and how it flexes as he steers one-handedly.  You can barely conceal how much you want this man to touch you; you steal glances at Din’s handsome profile as he concentrates on the road, squirming in your seat the entire drive.  Heat and desire bubble below your stomach as you hope that same hand grips your body hard tonight when his mouth ravages yours.

As if you were clairvoyant, tonight’s post-dog walk make-out session is hungry and intense.  At one point, Din has you pressed up against your building, heavy breathing while his hands roam up and down your sides, close to but never groping your breasts.  You’re worked up and needy and you let Din know by moaning into his mouth as he kisses you.  Din looks sternly at you, panting, “You can’t be making those pretty noises, baby.  You’ll drive me crazy.”

Giving him a little smirk, you push up on your tip toes and kiss him open mouthed, this time making sure to press your core against his thigh and give him a drawn out, throaty groan.

Din breaks this kiss by gripping the hands on your waist tighter, and placing you firmly back on your feet, “Now, I thought you were going to be my good girl.”

Your eyes widen, his words shooting straight to the throbbing spot between your legs; “Fuck,” you breathe.

Din hadn’t expected this reaction, but he quickly catches on, “Oh you like that, do you?”

“Mmmhmmm,” you whimper, as you close your eyes and Din slots his mouth over yours again; neither of you even trying to stop your moans this time as the kisses get deeper and harder.

“Fuck,” whispers Din when he finally comes up for air, “I’m in so much trouble.”

You look up at him, slightly stunned and unfocused, “Me too.”

Din gently cups your face and looks at you with seriousness, “Pretty bird, I hope you know just how much I want you.  You feel so good. And sound so good, too.  You’re also… precious to me; I want to take my time with you, okay?”

“Okay,” you murmur as you pull him back in for a series of soft kisses, “Al says you can take your time.”

Friday passes in a frenzy with last minute prep for the deadline presentation.  Everything goes off without a hitch, and the whole team ends the day early, opting to go out for afternoon drinks and then dinner to celebrate hard work and a job well done.  When you talk to Din before heading out, he gives you a hearty congratulations and tells you to have a great time, offering to give you a ride home after (extending the kind offer to your co-workers as well),  “Have a good time, pretty bird.  You deserve it.”

Afternoon drinks plus dinner wine, plus post dinner celebratory champagne have you feeling giddy and buzzed by the time you ask Din to pick you up.  You’re not drunk, but you’re carefree, happy and your inhibitions are definitely down.  And all you want is Din.  You want to see his lazy grin.  You want to run your hands over his broad back as he hugs you.  You want his hands and mouth on you.  You want him.  You practically climb into his arms when you see him waiting for you outside the bar.

Din laughs warmly, “Had a good time, sweet girl?”

“Mmmmmhmmmm,” you hum, face buried in his neck. Fuck, he smells good. 

Brushing the hair away from your face, he takes in your goofy grin and bright eyes, trying to assess if you’re drunk, but is cut short when you pounce and kiss him with hurried eagerness.  He grins against your mouth; yep, you’re tipsy.  And it’s making you even more incorrigible and adorable than usual; Din isn’t sure he can resist you like this, but he’s going to try, “Okay, let’s get you home, sweetheart.”

Din helps you into the car, and after you buckle yourself in, he gives you a chaste kiss on your head before closing the door.  While he is rounding the car, you can’t help but pout a little.  Din said he wants you, but you feel like you definitely want him more – you can barely keep from jumping him at every opportunity, and he seems to remain ever calm and sometimes unreadable, resisting your (albeit mild) advances with little to no effort.

Holding your hand again as he drives, Din notices you don’t rest your head against his shoulder like usual; he looks over and observes a somewhat melancholy look on your face as you look out the window.  He gives your hand a little squeeze, “Everything okay, pretty bird? Why do you look kind of sad?”

Even under normal circumstances you consider yourself a fairly direct person, preferring to address things rather than let them simmer, but the alcohol tonight is making you downright brave, and you let your feelings pour out ineloquently, “Don’t get me wrong, Din - I don’t mind waiting and taking things slow. And I think it’s really sweet you want to, so I’m not trying to put any pressure on.  But…I guess I’m just feeling kind of sad that I’m the only one who finds waiting hard."

Maybe you are drunk; your words sound a little bratty even to your ears, but you don’t know how else to express your likely unwarranted feelings of rejection.  Feeling a little embarrassed for being so needy, you look down at your lap.

If you didn’t have such a sad expression on your face, Din might have laughed at the idea that it’s been easy for him to keep his hands off of you.  At every turn, your charm and pretty face threaten to make him snap, and it consistently takes every ounce of his discipline and self control to not break his resolve and take you hard on the closest available surface.  All he wants to do, all he thinks about is making you feel good; not a night goes by where he doesn’t imagine what you might look like underneath him, crying out his name while he gives you every ounce of pleasure that he can.  The car idles at a stoplight and Din reaches over to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and then trails his fingers down you jaw, gently pinching your chin and turning your face up to look at his.  “Sweet girl, please don’t feel that way.  It’s not true,” he grins bashfully.

“It isn’t?”

“Not at all. You’re not the only one; it’s hard for me too.” He tilts his head down, nodding slightly at his lap and you follow his gaze to the crotch of his pants.  Your eyes widen at what you see.  It’s a monster.  You clasp your hand over your mouth to stifle a nervous laugh; how is that suppose to fit??

Din starts moving the car again and, in a way that’s clearly tongue in cheek, teases, “Excuse me, missy.  Are you laughing at my erection?”

You giggle and can’t pass up the opportunity, “You said ‘it’s hard for me too’,” and laugh so hard, you snort.

Din’s laugh booms throughout the car.  And just like that, your little crisis of self doubt is averted, and the two of you are laughing uncontrollably, grinning like idiots.  It’s not lost on Din how amazing this feels: even with dumb dick jokes and the promise of no sex, he is completely enamoured with you.

Tonight, the kisses are positively sinful.  Deep and passionate; you’re pressed up against the wall again, but this time Din has you caged in with his forearm braced above your head, possessive of your body.  His other hand cupping the back of your head, pulling you in for kiss after kiss: hungry kisses on your lips, hurried kisses down your neck, breathy kisses behind your ears.  Your hands are fisted into his shirt, both of you pulling each other in for more, more. More.

You’re the one to pull away first, needing to catch your breath; Din touches his forehead to yours, “See you tomorrow for our second date, pretty bird.”

Dazed, you remember it’s only been a week and one date with Din.  How are you ever going to survive this man?

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[billyhargrove-s]

Just To Ourselves |B.H.|

pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

a/n: I hope you all enjoy, Billy's a little OOC in some moments but makes up for that in others.

Warnings: mentions of shitty parents, alcoholism, domestic violence (reader and Billy's home life's are pretty similar), school fights, minor angst? fluffy ending (please lmk if I missed anything!)

summary: you and Billy have been dating for 6 months, only your classmates think you hate each other.

word count: 4.26k

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To the general public of Hawkins High, you were cold, heartless, a bitch. All of those had been used as words to describe you. All of them were probably true, as much as it hurt you to admit. These things became especially true when Billy Hargrove moved into town, walking around like he was a god amongst men. Truly it pissed you off, you were the one who ruled the school before him, and to have him just waltz in like some pretty boy from California and act like he owned the place? It irked you like no other. The entire school knew it too, you hated him, and he hated you. 

That was the natural order of things. Everybody needs some sort of “friendly” rivalry in their lives. Even if that friendly rivalry was petty insults and lashing out at one another. Your morning had already been a hectic one, with your mother yelling obscenities at you for going to bed late and then waking up 15 minutes before you had to leave. Even if she was the one that kept you up late with her drunken rampage. Can’t forget about her yelling about clogging up the phone line for 30 minutes. Needless to say, you weren’t in the mood for anyone's shit. A typical Monday morning if you were being honest.

You opened your locker, preparing to grab the text book you’d need for biology when it slammed shut once more. The smell of expensive cologne and cigarettes invaded your senses as you turned around to look at the culprit. Even though you knew who it was before you even turned around. 

“Hargrove.” You muttered, staring into blue eyes that were blatantly taunting you. There he stood, in a denim jacket and half-buttoned shirt with Tommy H. and some other dimwit behind him like some sort of posse. 

“Y/L/N” Billy replied, hand still above you, keeping your locker shut. He was looking down at you, like you were some sort of frightened animal caught for his entertainment. “Surprised you came to school today.” 

“And here I thought I had walked into a Sally’s Beauty Supply with the amount of hair product I can smell in your bird's nest.” You said, your lips curling upwards in a smirk. The guys standing next to you laughed at your comment before Billy glared at them causing them to rush down the hallway to whatever class they had first. “Ouch Y/n” He said, clutching his heart in fake injury. “That one hurt, at least I don’t look like I just rolled out of bed.”

“Are you sure about that?” You asked, pointing at his chest where skin was showing through his shirt. He shuddered at the contact, and while his friends didn’t notice it, you did. The girls to your left were fawning over that golden skin peaking through his chest and your anger only seemed to grow more.  “I think you missed a couple buttons there Hargrove.”

“So you’re checking me out? I always knew you had the hots for me.” He said and you rolled your eyes. His friends laughed at his joke, patting him on the back and hyping the blond boy up. “One day you’ll wake up and realize you want me.” 

“In your dreams.” You told him, pushing him out of your way and opening your locker back up. “Can you piss off now? The amount of hairspray you have right now is making me lose brain cells.” 

“Didn’t know you had any to begin with.” He mumbled, finally walking away you scoffed, grabbing the textbooks you needed and slamming your locker shut before hurriedly walking in the opposite direction to your biology class.

Mrs. Norris, was in her 60’s and a stickler for students being on time to her class. If they weren’t, they were likely to be given a pop quiz and if they failed that pop quiz they were given detention. So, when you hadn’t crossed the threshold of her classroom before the bell rang, she gave you a look and pointed at the desk near hers. 

As other students began to work on their bell work, you got the pleasure of taking the ten question pop quiz. The worst part about it was that it didn’t even boost your grade if you did well, it was just a tactic used by her to humiliate her students for being tardy. As if there weren’t worst things in the world. 

You handed her back the quiz, completely guessing on most of the questions. Biology was never your best subject and you realized that you might as well just take the detention rather than waste time trying to figure out the correct answers. You handed her the quiz and made your way back to your seat next to Tina who gave you a look of pity before sliding her notes over to you to copy what you missed. 

“Thanks.” You sighed defeatedly, beginning to quickly write down your notes. 

During independent work time, Mrs. Norris slapped your pop quiz down on the desk where a neatly written D- sat clearly at the top of your paper. 

“Detention Ms. Y/L/N.” She said, looking down at you from your nose and you bit your lip. You looked down at your thumbs and took in a deep breath. “Saturday Morning.” 

“Okay.” You said and she walked away satisfied with sending yet another student to detention.  As the bell rang you made your way to your locker once more, shoving your biology notebook and textbook inside before grabbing your gym clothes and making your way to the locker room. As you began to change into your gym shorts you heard girls talking about Coach Parker saying something about the mile. You groaned mentally, while you usually didn’t mind running the mile, you usually had a bit more sleep and a bit more pep in your step, compared to today where the world felt like it was crashing down on you.

Still, you wound up lining up on the track next to Billy and his friends. This was one of two classes you had with the King of Hawkins and he eyed you from his spot next to Tommy. When Coach Parker blew his whistle, you began to run, only the effort wasn’t worth it seeing as Tommy kicked out his leg, causing you to trip. 

“Jesus Hagan!” Coach Parker yelled as everyone around you ran further onto the track, leaving you in the dust. Lifting yourself up, you rolled to sit, bringing a bloody knee to your chest. As you examined your knee you noticed Tommy trip and fall himself and a head of blond hair running away from him was the cause. “Alright Y/L/N, why don’t we get you to the nurse and get that cleaned up.”

You sighed and limped your way to the nurses office.

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Finally, the bell for lunch rang and you could finally take your break. For you, lunch meant sneaking out to your car where you’d smoke a cigarette and relax a bit until it was time to go back inside. That was your daily ritual and nobody seemed to stop you, so day after day you’d find yourself sitting in the driver's seat of your car, and a cigarette in between your lips. After today, that break was desperately needed and you felt yourself walking the thin line between everything is fine, to complete and utter breakdown.

“Got room for one more?” A familiar voice said, knocking on the side of the passenger window, letting himself into your car. You fumbled with your lighter, throwing it on the floorboards when it didn’t ignite. 

“Piece of shit.” You muttered around your cigarette, looking up at the blue eyed beauty in your passenger seat who was staring at you with a small smile.

“Allow me.” Billy spoke, he cupped your cigarette with one hand and lit it with the other, beforing doing the same to his own. He leaned back in his seat, exhaling smoke. You don’t even remember when he became a part of your daily ritual. He just did, and despite the rocky start the two of you had the day he moved to Hawkins, when he stole your parking spot and made it his goal to drive you absolutely batshit insane for the rest of the year. The both of you quickly realized that the other’s company wasn’t too bad, and that the two of you had more in common than you thought. “Are you doing okay?” 

“Never better.” You replied, sarcasm dripping from your voice. Throwing your head against the back of your seat you sighed loudly. “God, today’s just been-”

“Shit?” He asked, taking a drag of his cigarette and turning his head to face yours. 

“Yeah, shit.” You said with a pitiful laugh before listing all the reasons your day was shit. “My mom’s mad that I woke up late, even though she was drunk and kept me up last night, and she’s mad I clogged up the phone line, then I got to Mrs. Norris’ class after the bell and failed the pop quiz resulting in a detention, and of course Tommy just had to trip me because why wouldn’t he.”

“I told him it wasn’t cool, is your knee okay?” He asked. 

“Bloody and bruised, but I’ll live. Thanks for getting him back for me.” You laughed softly, remembering how Tommy had fallen and Billy’s glare the minute he tripped you. 

“Least I could do, especially after holding you up on the phone last night.” Billy gave you a wink and you rolled your eyes taking a final drag from your cigarette before putting it out in the ashtray you kept in your car. “Have I told you that you look beautiful this morning?”

“I believe your exact words were ‘at least I don’t look like I just rolled out of bed’” You teased him by getting close to his face and sticking your tongue out.

“Well, you said I smelled like a Sally Beauty Supply store,” He teased back. “Might’ve hurt my ego abit, besides I thought you liked my hair all done up, I did it for you ya know. That’s why I came to pester you this morning, I just couldn’t get you out of my mind all night.” 

“It looks great dear.” You told him, reaching over and taking a curl in between your fingers. 

“What day do you have detention with Mrs. Norris?” He asked, blowing smoke out of his lips and snuffing out his own cigarette. 

“Saturday morning.” You said with a frown. “I can try to hang out after, but my mom isn’t going to be happy about my detention in the first place. Maybe she’ll be in a good mood, or passed out drunk somewhere, or just gone.”

Billy said nothing about your mom. He didn’t need to, his own father was the same way. Harsh and abusive words constantly thrown at him and many nights between the two of you resulted in broken promises against your will. That’s why the two of you worked. You both knew you’d never willingly cancel on each other unless it was the fault of your mom or his dad. It was nice to have someone who understood, compared to your past partners who deemed it as your fault. 

“We’ll figure it out, we always do. But for now, it’s time to go inside.” He said looking at his watch at the time. As it always did, your daily ritual came to an end. He placed a soft, slow kiss on your lips before brushing a strand of hair from your face and kissing your temple. “I’ll see you later baby, I love you.” 

“I love you too.” He said back. The L word took time for both of you to admit to the other. You didn’t come from healthy happy families who tossed it around with their please and thank you’s. You came from families that sometimes felt like they didn’t even know what love was. With Billy though, you felt like you finally knew.

He opened your car door, stepping out into the parking lot examining the cars around him. Making sure no one had seen the two of you. As pathetic as it was, you both had appearances to uphold, as two coldhearted people in a rivalry with each other. God, if only the rest of Hawkins knew. You waited for Billy to get inside the double doors before following suit, grabbing your backpack from the back seat and making your way back inside. 

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“Did you hear?” Tina asked Friday morning, appearing at your locker out of nowhere. Black hair halfway pulled up to showcase her bright pink hoop earrings. 

“Hear what?” You asked, obviously you hadn’t heard anything because you had just pulled into the parking lot approximately 30 seconds ago before rushing into the building to grab your books for your biology. It was storming outside, and you were drenched and shivering as you cursed yourself for not bringing a jacket with you.“I just showed up.” 

“Billy Hargrove absolutely pummeled Tommy Hagan this morning. They had to be dragged off of each other. Tommy got a couple licks in but nothing compared to Billy.” She said and you did your best to hide your worry for Billy. 

“Aren’t they like, best friends?” You asked, even though you knew they were anything but. While at first, Billy was using Tommy as a way to climb the social status of Hawkins High, he quickly realized that he didn’t even need Tommy. To the school he was a shiny new toy, and his attractive and charming nature practically handed him the throne. Now, Tommy was more of a lost puppy he couldn’t get rid of. 

“That’s what I thought, but apparently Billy told Tommy he was dead to him and the next time he spoke to him would be the last.” Tina said, gossiping was in her nature. Admittedly, you usually loved the drama and gossip that went around the school. That's why you were best friends with her. Today though was completely different, and you only wanted to find Billy and ask him what the hell had happened. Unfortunately, you wouldn’t be able to until gym, because the 5 minute bell just rang and you had to get to class early unless you wanted to face the wrath of another pop quiz from Mrs. Norris. 

The entirety of biology, you felt extremely antsy, ready to get up and leave at any given moment. Tina noticed, but didn’t say anything. She knew you hated biology and just decided that was the reason you were antsy. 

After a long discussion about the human heart, the bell rang and you rushed out of Mrs. Norris room, stopping by your locker to stuff your gym clothes into your backpack and hoping to meet Billy before he changed into his gym shorts. You finally saw him making his way towards you, shorts slung over his shoulder and a scowl on his face. His cheekbone had a small cut on it and you looked at him with concern evident in your eyes.

“What the hell happened to your face Hargrove?” You asked as he walked by you. He stopped briefly to look at you, and then looked at the people surrounding you. 

“Not here.” He spoke before quickly gesturing for you to follow him into the hallway that led to both the boys and girls locker room. He pushed you into the girls bathroom, looking down the hallway to make sure nobody saw when he followed you in as well, locking the door behind him. 

“Billy, what happened baby? Tina told me you got into a fight with Tommy?”  You asked, grabbing his hand. His knuckles were already red and bruising, and you gently ran your thumb over them. 

“Yeah, he, uh, he said some things.” Billy said, his voice cracking. 

“He’s always saying things Billy, the kid never shuts up.” You pushed, still wondering why Billy had reason to fight Tommy. 

“No, he was saying things about you Y/n.” He said, looking you dead in the eye as he grabbed your hand in his. 

“Like what?” You asked cautiously. Quite honestly you didn’t know where this could be going. 

“He told me that he learned about your mom being drunk, and how he saw her hitting you one night while he was heading to Carol’s. And apparently, he saw ‘some guy’ sneaking into your window the same night. He wanted to tell the entire school that you were whoring yourself out because mommy doesn’t love you.” Billy told you, letting out a shaky breath after he was done speaking. “So I punched him, and well things just kind of went from there.” 

“Billy, you know you don’t need to fight my battles for me.” You said in disbelief. While the school didn’t really know about your home life, you knew they’d find out eventually. Same thing with you and Billy’s relationship. The school didn’t know, but they would. Some things could only be hidden for so long.

“He was laughing the entire time he told me y/n.” Billy snapped, his short temper making an appearance. His fists were clenched and he took a deep breath, closing his eyes before exhaling. “Like it was just some sick joke. He doesn’t get it, half of the people in this shitty town never will.”  

That’s when it clicked for you. Tommy’s comments felt personal to him. While your home life wasn’t the best, neither was Billy’s. You both came from similar backgrounds that somehow drew you towards the other. You only stepped forward, grabbing his face in your hands and kissing him harshly. 

“I’m tired of hiding you.” Billy whispered when you pulled away. He grabbed your sides in his large hands and pulled you as close as he could, pressing another kiss to your lips. “I want everyone to know that you’re mine.” 

“Then why don’t they?” You asked, kissing his jawline softly. He only laughed and squeezed your hips. 

“Trust me, they will.” He said kissing your temple and wrapping his arms around you. “They’ll know that they can’t say shit about my girl without some sort of consequences. Tommy was just an example.” 

“Well, we’ll certainly turn heads.” You told him. “But for now, we have gym class. And just remember, once people know we can’t go back from that, public spotlight and all that.” 

Billy groaned and nodded, agreeing. He was already in a shit load of trouble from pummeling Tommy earlier, meaning his weekends were looking to be bleak for the foreseeable future. If he got into any more trouble today his father would probably have an aneurysm. Meaning, he couldn’t take you far away from here and skip the rest of your classes. 

You walked out of the bathroom first, making your way down to the locker room to quickly change into your gym clothes before making your way into the gym where most of your class already was. It was still raining, meaning you’d be inside. The guys were probably playing basketball and working on techniques while Coach Parker let the girls do whatever, even if it meant sitting on the bleachers and ogling the guys. You wouldn’t complain though, as long as you got to watch Billy play. 

You found a spot next to Tina, who was filing her nails on the bleachers. The two of you were on the third bleacher, where you’d be away from any stray basketball that made its way towards you. 

“Took you long enough.” She said, rolling her eyes. 

“Couldn’t find my gym clothes,” you said, blatantly shrugging her comment off. The boys began to play their game, skins vs shirts, and you held back a scowl when Billy was chosen as skin. All eyes were on him now, and most of the girls had stopped what they were doing to watch. 

“Look at that shiner on Billy’s face,” Tina said. “Can only imagine what Tommy’s looks like. I heard that they’re separating them so they don’t have classes together.”

“How did you hear that already? I left you for like 5 minutes.” You asked her bewildered. One thing that you could never figure out in your many years of friendship with the girl was how she always knew everything about everyone. 

“Trust me babe, I have my ways.” She told you, before leading into another tangent. “Plus! I also heard that Hargrove was just spotted going into the girls bathroom with someone!” 

Your eyes grew wide. Nobody could have seen the two of you in there, could they? You seriously doubted that they had, Tina would’ve known who it was with him in the bathroom. Your eyes drifted towards Billy who was taunting some sophomore with the ball. Making it seem like the kid could get it before dribbling around him and dunking it. 

“Woo!” He yelled with a laugh that made your heart skip a beat. Watching Billy on the court never seemed to get old with you, it was one of your favorite things. Maybe because you didn’t get to witness it often. He caught your eye, sending a wink your way and Tina gasped. 

“Oh my god-” She whispered loudly, drawing the attention of the girls in front of you. Panicking, you put your hands over her mouth. The two girls turned back around as cheers erupted from the court once more. 

“Quiet!” You whispered back. 

“You and?” She squeaked, and you only nodded. Knowing you wouldn’t be able to convince her otherwise. “But you hate each other!”

“As it turns out, we don’t!” You told her. “We’ve been keeping it quiet, so as hard as it is, as my best friend I need you to keep it quiet as well, at least until we’re ready.”

“Scouts honor.” She said, and you let out a breath, the tension in your shoulders disappearing  at once.  “How long?”

“How long what?” You mumbled, knowing that this was only the beginning of many questions. 

“How long have you been together stupid!” She asked. 

“A couple weeks after he got here.” You said sheepishly. While you knew you shouldn’t have kept your relationship with Billy a secret from your best friend, you knew she’d let it slip out by accident. Gossiping was in her nature. Frankly, you were surprised it took her this long to figure it out. 

“That’s like 6 months Y/n!” 

“Yeah I know, I just-,” You stopped yourself, trying to figure out the words you were trying to say. “We just wanted to have something to ourselves for a bit. I know that seems selfish, but nobody knowing was honestly really nice. We’re already talked about enough as it is, throw a relationship into the mix and it’s just people causing problems to cause problems.”

“I get it, but you should’ve told me.” She said, grabbing your hand and giving you a reassuring squeeze. “We’ve been best friends since kindergarten, you know you’re the only person whose secrets I keep.” You laughed at that and so did she. Billy smirked at you from the court and you felt your cheeks grow hot. “God, how did I not notice sooner! So all of those times I told you about him with some girl?”

“It was always me.” You laughed. 

“Damn, you’re good.” She said and Coach Parker finally blew his whistle, ending the basketball and telling everyone to go change back into their regular clothes. You changed your clothes, and grabbed your backpack, walking back to your locker to grab your textbooks for your class after lunch. Typically, you always came back with barely any time to stop by, and it was just easier to grab it now rather than later. 

Shutting your locker, you jumped when you noticed Billy leaning against the one parallel to yours. He was grinning at you and you raised an eyebrow. 

“What are you doing here Hargrove?” You asked and he only looked around at all of the eyes staring at the two of you. 

“This.” Billy said before placing one hand on your cheek and the other at the small of your back and kissing you, square on the lips. Right in front of what felt like the entire school. He pulled away and you let out a heavy breath.

“Why’d you do that?”

 “I told you, I’m tired of pretending you’re not mine.” He spoke gruffly. “And Jake Miller was talking big game about asking you out on a date in the locker room, and I don’t want his slimy hands anywhere near you.” 

“You’re ridiculous.” You mumbled, placing another quick kiss on his lips. Grabbing his hand, you began to drag him outside to your car. “Come on, it’s time for lunch.”

“Want to skip?” Billy asked as he situated himself in the passenger seat. “We both already have detention tomorrow anyways.” 

“Why am I beginning to think that you fought Tommy because you wanted detention with me?” You teased him and his cheeks grew red. 

“I plead the 5th.” He mumbled and you laughed, throwing your head back as the sound escaped your lips. You turned your key in the ignition. 

“You totally did.” You said calming down from your laughing fit. “Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere, as long as I’m with you.” He said cheesily and you rolled your eyes. 

“Lover’s lake it is.”

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#billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove x reader #stranger things #billy hargrove imagines #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #x reader #billy hargrove fic #billy x reader insert

[kitasgloves]

You've been working at a large corporation for two years. Although, the work gets really hectic at least it paid well and it was enough to refrain you from resigning. The CEO was a man in his sixties and a well-known millionaire. It was all thanks to the company being passed down to generation to generation, always granted to the eldest child of the family.

Today was a Friday, after finishing all the gruelling work. Naturally, your friends all decided to go out and get some drinks. To you, an evening of partying and alcohol with your friends sounded ideal, and you needed to shake the stress away.

You and your friends arrived at the club all dolled up and prepared to either get wasted or have a one night stand with a stranger. You're not sure which one you're going to be tonight. But after consuming a plenty amount of alcohol and partying on the dance floor, you believed you're the former. Until a man slips beside your seat when you're finishing your drink.

"Hey"

The man goes. You gulped down you drink and looked beside you, nothing could've prepared you for what the man looked like. He was absolutely hot, narrowed-eyed with the most gorgeous eyes. His lips were curled into a tiny smirk. He was dressed expensive and all black. And his perfume engulfed your senses.

"Uh, hi"

Suddenly, you felt shy. You also felt conscious of your appearance after all you spent an hour dancing, getting all sweaty and disheveled. When the man sees you fixing yourself, he quietly chuckles.

"Saw you dancing, you look pretty hot"

He says, your eyes meet and you feel an electric shock traveling down your spine. He buys you drink as you two spend talking while the music blasted. You have no idea where your friends were at this point but you're absolutely distracted by this hot stranger. Eventually, his hand starts to travel up your skirt and he's beginning to kiss your neck.

"Let's get out of here"

He tugs you by the arm out of the club. Once outside, he pins you against the wall by the entrance of the club and smashes his lips against yours. It was immediately a heated make-out session. You two kissed until you get to his car which everything escalated at his place.

Morning arrives and you were greeted with a hungover, luckily it was bearable. The hot stranger was still sound asleep and naked beside you. As you picked up your clothes on the floor and hastily got dressed, you left his place and called for an uber.

It never occurred for you to ask for the guy's name. From what you picked up, he was incredibly rich and a beast on the bed. Alas, you were too drunk to even get his name. Monday rolled by and you're back to being stressed and busy.

"Did you know the boss is going to retire soon and let his son take over?"

"I heard that his son is visiting today"

"We must be on our best behavior then"

You hear your co-workers gossiping. It was interesting to say the least. When your boss calls everyone for a brief meeting, it was confirmed that he will be retiring and letting his eldest son take over. Like the rest of your peers, you were curious who his son was.

As soon as the CEO's son made his appearance, your blood went cold. It was the guy you met at the club! You gulped as you feel your face heat up when he meets your eyes first out of all people.

He was surprised but he hides it with an impassive expression. Shit, he looks so fucking good wearing that suit and tie. Everything that occured that night between you and him flooded your mind as you sat biting your lip and crossing your legs.

After the introduction and brief meeting, everyone was dismissed until the CEO's son calls for your name. Fuck, you turned around with a raised brow. You swallowed nervously when he motions for you to come closer. His father has left the room and he's free to drop his deadpan expression and smile at you.

"I've been wondering why you left me that morning"

"...So-sorry"

"I'm looking forward to working with you once my dad retires"

"I look forward to it too, sir"

"You're cute, you can call me Rintaro"

"Uh, okay...Rintaro"

RINTARO's smile widens as he leans over to press his lips against your ear.

"Can't wait to fuck you in my office soon"

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu drabbles #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #suna rintaro x y/n #suna rintaro x reader #suna x you

[clove-pinks]

So, I've been meaning to post an update about the Big Job Situation Thing from the beginning of September, if any of you remember that—it took nearly a month to get the equivocal news that this promotion/relocation within my company was now subject to a hiring freeze.

But the winds can change fast on Lake Erie, as Commodore Perry learned!!! This morning I took a Zoom call from the hiring manager and verbally accepted the offer after she informed me that the position was open again!! So yes I am moving!!! I'm pretty much vibrating with excitement on this Miwackulous Monday.

I'm staring down a very stressful and hectic next month, but this is the good news I was hoping to hear!!!!!!!

#shaun talks #exclamation points!!!! #by coincidence i am going to visit some historical attractions in the area in a few weeks #i may as well stop by my new job omg?!

[jamiedryssnail]

𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

*𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐮*

Leo Carlsson x Oc

Maliah had come down to anahiem for the weekend getting away from her hectic college for a few days.

Trevor decided it was the perfect time as she could meet Trevor’s new teammate Leo. Maliah was friends with half of the ducks so she jumped at the opportunity, hoping to make a new friend in California.

She was sitting on the couch eating an early dinner as she had to head back tonight to college for early Monday morning classes.

As she watched her favourite show ( gossip girl ofc ) she heard scuffing of feat outside Trevor’s apartment.

She Assumed it was just Trevor and Jamie back from training. As the door opened she met eyes with a young tall figure. She recognised him from the draft Leo Carlsson.

She got up from her place on the couch to greet him. As she is walking towards him she watched his foot hit the slight bump at the entrance of the unit. Before she knew it Leo was on the floor.

“Oh my goodness are you ok” she scurried towards him as Trevor helped him up.

“Yep just tripped” he said scratching the back of his neck. He could not believe what had just happened. “Yeah i saw” she giggled. “Anyway I’m Maliah, Trevor’s sister” she exclaimed with a grin upon her face.

“Oh I know” he almost whispered “Excuse me” Maliah said still smiling.

“Nono I mean I ahve heard all about you I mean you sound amazing, or from what I heard and you are also beautiful which makes you the complete package and well-“

“Ok ok I get it your not to bad your self pretty boy”.

“Eh um” Trevor lets out “Alright parties over get going Lia, classes in the morning remember”

As Maliah is walking out of the apartment she hears the Swedish boy yell out “Hey do you think I could get your number you know maybe you could show me around LA”.

“Yes of course” As she pushes her number into his phone he can’t help but have his eyes glued to her. He is mesmerised by her long brunette waves and gorgeous brown eyes. She truly was the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.

“Ok see you around pretty boy” Maliah says making direct eye contact with the boy and smiling. Then with a gentle wave she was off.

Oh shit he was down bad and for his teammates sister.

#*𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐮* #*𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐮* ୨୧ #leo carlsson au #leo carlsson x reader #leo carlsson #trevor zegras

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 15: You Don't Want Me?

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11 p.m. 

“OH MY GOD, how I missed the feeling of fresh air,” Tae whines, virtually sprinting out of the hospital. It has been a month since we were placed in the labour and delivery unit, but, the adjustments to the hectic workload have yet to be made. All I can say is that nursing is not for the weak. We have weekly clinicals on Mondays and Fridays, each lasting eight hours. Because Tae and I are both night owls, we picked the night shifts. I would rather be dead on a stick than wake up at 5 am to work for free. 

“Tae, be careful it's dark out there,” I yell out from the entrance, shivering in my scrubs. He looks like a child, skipping side to side, waving his hands at the passing airplane in the sky. 

“Miraya, hurry up, the train is gonna leave soon,” Tae says, before pulling my backpack over his shoulder. He doesn’t have a car and I don’t have my licence so in terms of transportation, we rely on the late-night transit system. All is good until we stumble upon people who have consumed too much alcohol or indulged in some illegal substances at our station.  

“Stay close to me, ok?” Tae whispers as the train doors lock. Putting on my earphones, I lower my head, eyes focused on the Pepsi can rolling down the aisle. Succumbing to the fatigue I can feel my eyelids getting heavy, before dozing off on Tae’s shoulder. 

--

Knock Knock Knock 

Shifting in my bed I let out a deep sigh as my body trembles from the long stretch. The sun is barely out as the clock strikes 6 a.m. Making my way towards the door, hair in a messy bun and body covered in a Hello Kitty robe I look at the peak hole. 

“Jungkook, what on God’s green earth are you doing here?” I whisper, pulling him inside. 

“Get ready Peaches, we’re going to the gym,” he exclaims, placing his bag on the table. Left dumbfounded, I try to analyze his face, searching for any hints of this being a joke. Unfortunately, he looked pretty serious as he filled up my water bottle and packed some snacks to go. 

“Pardon?” I scoff, hands now folded over my chest. 

“Your clinicals finish too late, it’s a dangerous world out there,” he grins, pulling me closer by the robe string. Cupping my face he places a soft kiss on my forehead, before looking back at my face, which was still vividly confused. 

“I have Tae,” I reply softly, eyes focused on him. 

“Thank God for that, but you still need to learn some self-defence. Pretty girls know how to fight,” Jungkook chuckles, caressing my cheek with his thumb. 

“I’m too tired Jungkook, please can we just sleep?” I whine into his embrace, arms tightening around his torso. With a soft smile, he leans his head back as I sneak in a few minutes of rest before being awakened once again. 

Entering the gym we bow to the receptionist before Jungkook leads the way toward the boxing room which surprisingly, we were not the only ones occupying. Giving a quick smile to the girls stretching at the back, I begin unpacking my stuff. I am not dressed in proper gym attire because I simply don't own one, so a white crop top and black sweatpants had to do. Jungkook, on the other hand, blended right in with his black muscle tee and red boxer shorts. Making sure the gloves were not too tight on my hand, he clasps the velcro in place before going through some preliminary stretches. 

“Okay Peaches, if someone comes up behind you and grabs you by the shoulders, what will you do?” Jungkook asks, proceeding to stand in the hypothetical position. 

“Curse them out? I don't know,” I sigh, shaking my head, body still tired from the night before. 

“Miraya, you have to focus please,” he whispers into my ear, hands gliding down to my waist as I flinch at his bare touch. Grabbing my hand he attaches it to his, signalling the twisting motion of his arm. 

“Twisting their hand will buy you some time to run,” he explains, gaze focused on my concentrated expression. 

“If you want, you can also kick them in the balls, that'll definitely get them,” Jungkook chuckles as I sigh at his energetic state. 

“Why can't you just be with me at all times?” I whine, leaning into his chest and placing my arms around his neck. 

“You have those dreams too?” he grins, tightening the grip on my waist as I can't help but roll my eyes at his teasing. 

--

“Mira, do you want anything from the cafeteria?” Tae asks as we make our way toward the lunchroom. Today has been extremely difficult, both emotionally and physically. An older “gentleman” spit right at me, insisting to see a real doctor. While another one made me chase him around the room before I could get his vitals. 

“Just some coffee please,” I reply with a soft smile. Unpacking my meal prep, I offer Hanbin a seat at our table since he was the only other group member from our cohort. With the hectic workload, we barely get time to actually get to know our coworkers, so small chit-chats over lunch will have to suffice. 

“So, are you enjoying nursing so far?” I break the awkward silence, as Hanbin heats his food. 

“If you consider mental breakdowns enjoyable then yeah, sure” he chuckles, leaning back on the cupboard. 

“So real, I don’t remember the last time I smiled, to be honest,” I giggle, taking a bite of my salmon. 

“But, hey, at least we have the Winter Formal,” he replies with a grin. 

“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot,” 

Remembering how excited Tae was about this dance, I realized that I was not prepared for it at all. I guess I got so caught up in all the schoolwork that it completely slipped my mind. Plus, I’m not much of a party animal unless a drop of alcohol enters my system, then, there’s just no going back for me. 

“No worries, have you thought about your plus one?” Hanbin chuckles, bringing his chair closer to mine, gaze focused on my lips. Technically, nothing happened but suddenly the ambience of the room felt different. Moving my stuff closer, I reply with a soft smile before Tae barges in with coffee in one hand and a sticky note in another. 

“What took you so long?” I let out a relieved sigh, eyes locked on Tae’s, hoping he could also sense the tension in the room. 

“I just got myself a date for the Formal,” he grins, parading the yellow piece of paper. Taking a seat between Hanbin and I, he takes a bite of my salmon with no questions asked. Before I can slap his forearm, he calls a truce with the hot coffee in front of me. 

“This whole time you were flirting with some stranger?” I sigh, rolling my eyes at his teasing smile. 

“A sexy, tall, blonde stranger,” he adds, poking my nose as I huff at his childishness. “Anyways, what were you guys talking about?” 

“Oh, I was just asking Mira about her plus one for the Formal,” Hanbin says, both of their eyes now focused on my blank face. Obviously, my mind went straight to Jungkook, but I doubt he would be interested, especially since he wouldn’t know anyone there aside from Tae and I. 

“Surely, it will be Jungkook,” Tae’s voice interrupts my thoughts as Hanbin lets out a soft gasp. Trying to avoid eye contact with either of them, I busy myself with the rest of my lunch. 

“Jungkook? Is that your boyfriend?” he asks softly, leaning back on his chair as Tae proceeds to nod his head. 

“Yeah, they’re basically dating,” Tae exclaims, looking back at my dumbfounded expression with a teasing grin. It seems like I have no say in the conversation about my life, as my attempt at clearing things up is interrupted by the sound of a pager. 

“That’s a wrap everyone,” Tae chuckles as we rush back to our unit base. 

--

Mira: Hey, are you busy?

Jungkook: Just finishing up at the gym, what’s up? 

Mira: You don’t have to but, if you are free on Friday, do you want to go to the Winter Formal? 

Jungkook: With you? 

Mira: … well don’t sound so excited -_-

Jungkook: No, I mean as your date? 

Mira: I guess? We don’t have to put any labels though. 

Jungkook: I would love to ;) 

--

Touching up my makeup, I scramble through the mess on the bathroom counter hoping to find the last Q-tip. I’ve never been good at makeup but thankfully, it seems that the beauty gurus have possessed my body today because smokey eyes have never been my forte. Taking the last set of curlers out of my hair, I’m interrupted by the knocks on the front door.

“Hi Peaches,” Jungkook grins, gaze focused on my Hello Kitty robe. That's the thing, I have yet to pick an outfit, I mean I have options but none of them left me in awe. He on the other hand looked really good. A tux does that to a guy, I guess. Waving him inside I hurry to my room, praying that a perfect outfit would just summon itself before I get there. 

“Ok, what do you think, is this too much?” I say out of breath from all the adrenaline. Walking out in a black silk dress with a slit at the front, I nervously pat the sides of the waistline as a grin forms on Jungkook’s face. Nibbling on his rip rings, he can’t help but let out a small chuckle shaking his head. 

“Hello? How do I look?” I scoff at his teasing. 

“Hot, but you look better under me,” he finally says, before pulling my form on his lap. 

“Ok, that’s enough. Do you think it’s too much though?” I say softly, trying to ignore the tension building between our close proximity. 

“I can fight, Peaches. Wear whatever you want,” he whispers into my ear before placing a small kiss on the soft skin, tightening his grip on my waist. 

--

Entering the hall decorated in a beautiful white and blue palette, Jungkook and I wave to Tae who was accompanied by a mysterious blondie. It’s obvious that the student council did not hold back on the budget, I mean there was live music, an array of various cuisines and a whole ice sculpture just plopped at the entrance. I guess our tuition is being used for a good cause. 

“Sheesh, you guys do look like a couple, is there something you aren’t telling me?” Tae exclaims, looking us up and down before placing his hand around the girl next to him. 

“This is Minji, she is also a student nurse but her placement is in the ICU,” he says excitedly, boxy smile on full display. 

“Pleasure to meet you Minji, I’m Mira and this is Jungkook,” I say, reaching out for a handshake, as Jungkook gives her a small smile. She was wearing a lacey, mini-pink dress with a sweetheart neckline. Side by side we would look like an epitome of yin-yang, just light and darkness. 

“Pleasure is all mine, Tae has told me all about you,” she replies, leaning into his chest as he welcomes her into a soft embrace. Letting out an awkward chuckle, I can’t help but think about the tea he must have spilled with his blabbermouth. My thoughts, however, are interrupted by the sudden feeling of a hand on my back. Flinching at the sensation, I naturally turn to Jungkook, gaze focused on his confused face as he lets out a soft hum. 

“Hi guys,” Hanbin says, wrapping his hands around Tae and I’s shoulders, before focusing his gaze on Jungkook who was already looking directly at him. Moving my body closer to his, Junkook rests his hands on my waist, tracing little circles on the fabric. 

“You must be the Jungkook,” Hanbin exclaims with a grin, before reaching in for a handshake which Jungkook quickly declines with a slight nod. 

“And you would be?” 

“Oh, I’m Hanbin, has Mira never mentioned me?” Hanbin asks, letting out a small chuckle before meeting my eyes. 

“Never,” Jungkook scoffs, leaning his head on mine. 

“Well, I would kill for a drink right now,” I say promptly, feeling the tension rise between the two men. Meeting Tae’s eyes, I plead for assistance as he quickly ushers Hanbin and Minji inside. Following them I pull Jungkook’s arm, trying to avoid his eyes which are now filled with questions. 

--

“Oh shoot,” I softly yelp, tripping over my slippers as Jungkook leads my tipsy self to the bedroom. The party was a blast, we danced, ate, talked, and most importantly drank. Well, Tae and I did. Jungkook settled for a can of Coke as our responsible designated driver. 

“Miraya, where is your towel?” he asks, rummaging through the aftermath of my outfit selection fiasco. Handing me a pink towel, we walk towards the bathroom as he stops at the door.

“Jungkook, I need help,” I whine, eyes irritated by the bright light. 

“Peaches, you can do it yourself,” he exclaims, resting his head on the doorframe before succumbing to my cries. Moving my hair out of the way his hands find the dress zipper before slowly pulling it down. I flinch at the feeling of his soft breath on my exposed back, turning my gaze towards his dark orbs.  

“Thank you,” I whisper, letting out a small smile, before pushing him out of the bathroom. 

Unable to respond as the door slams shut, Jungkook plops his fatigued body onto the bed, careful not to get it dirty. Scanning the room, he grins at the plethora of baby photos hanging on the wall before coming in for a closer look. 

“So, you’ve always been cute,” he chuckles, looking back at my freshly bathed self. Hair wrapped in a towel, I was repping my iconic Barbie pyjamas before virtually melting into the soft duvet. Still tipsy, I pull him over, leaving no space between us as a soft frown forms on his face. 

“Hanbin … does he bother you?” Jungkook says, eyes lowered on my hands. 

“No, we just work in the same unit,” I mumble, letting out a small yawn. 

“So, he has never made a move on you?” he says, eyes now focused on mine. 

“God no, Jungkook, what are you on?” I scoff, falling back on the soft pillows, as my eyes finally rest. 

“Well I don’t know, he seemed very comfortable tonight,” he explains, as I reach for his hand. 

“Jungkook, I want you,” I whine softly, eyes barely staying open as my fingers intertwine with his. Surprised by the sudden flashlight, I look up at the phone camera in front of me. 

“What are you doing?” I yelp, pulling the duvet over my face. 

“Recording this for evidence or else you won’t believe me tomorrow,” he grins, placing the phone back on the night table. 

“What? You don’t want me?” I say, eyes peeking through the covers. Scoffing at the remark, he can’t help but shake his head with a grin, before moving in closer. 

“That’s not fair, you know exactly what I want and what I need, Peaches”

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[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

To keep things inclusive, I'm running the Best Winter Outfit in the Dungeon Tournament this December. This is the bracket I have so far. It consists of winter or cold weather outfits Kui drew for the characters in various Daydream Hours, plus the outfits characters wore on the 6th floor of the dungeon and in Izutsumi's winter flashback.

If you think I missed any outfits, let me know and I'll add them to the bracket as well.

And since things will be pretty hectic on my end for the next few days, I'll probably upload the polls for part 1 of round 1 either on Sunday or on Monday.

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[mrs-johansson]

Chapter 5: Avengers: Age of Ultron - Two Ghosts

Part 1:

“When can I meet her?” Dad asked as he came down to have lunch in my lab. “Soon. I want her to settle in, and I want her to have the hearing aid.” “And how’s that going?” He stood up and walked up to the table. “I’m just gonna run some more tests and we’ll see, maybe next week you two could meet,” I looked up at him.

“How is it that your friends have seen Katarina sooner than I would?” Dad had been trying to meet Katarina for months, but with James at the house and the setting time, I thought she could have a little more time. “Because they are not her relatives biologically. Clint helps me with babysitting and Natasha is… Natasha. Believe me, she’s worth the wait. I swear she has your attitude sometimes even though you two haven’t even met yet.” The proud and surprised look on his face was funny but also such a great feeling to see. “Okay show me some pictures then.”

***

The last couple of months have been hectic. Hiding James has been really difficult, but mostly for him. He couldn’t really leave the house without assistance and he was bothered by that obviously. Even though he’s very introverted and a house buddy, he wanted to get out there and explore the world on his own, which was not possible at these times.

So he stayed at home most days, spending time with Katarina and learning from within the four walls. He watched the news every morning and evening, surfed the internet for information, and read about the time he had missed.

We once visited the Smithsonian National Air and Space Museum, where he learned about himself and the war, but mostly about the Captain America we know now. James was so eager to know everything and be present that sometimes he got lost in what he actually wanted. He still didn't have a plan for what would come next. I tried everything to make him look further but he got stuck.

Meanwhile, Katarina was growing fast. She’s not even one and she has the abilities and looks of a 3 year old. She knows sign language to a full extent, which she learned in just a couple of weeks.

It is incredible to see how she’s developing day to day, but not gonna lie I miss the previous steps. I wanted to see her open her eyes for the first time, roll over for the first time and I’m not even gonna mention the first steps. I know I complain about great things but these are also great things to miss out on.

When I work, she’s in kindergarten from Monday to Thursday and on Fridays, she stays at Barton's. She already sees Clint and Laura as her uncle and aunt, and the kids as her cousins. They treat her like family, which I appreciate out of this world.

And Natasha, she’s here on most Saturdays, when Katarina is just full of joy. Nat is definitely her favorite, apart from me of course. They bonded on a deep level and it brings me happiness but also so much pain to know that we couldn’t work out.

Maybe if it wasn’t for the break-up, we would raise Katarina together. But it’s never perfect, is it?

On Fridays, which is today, I usually bring dinner to Clint’s house and we have dinner together.

Pulling up to the farm, I could see the kids and Clint playing outside, kicking a ball around. Katarina’s dark brown hair was gently braided into two little braids, and the pants she had on were basically dirty as the ground. She enjoys being outside since at home we only have a flat still.

The Bartons looked up to the sound of the car and Clint alerted Rina that I’d arrived, and she looked my way too. Her attention left the ball imminently and with those little feet, she started running towards me.

Seeing this was something that made me appreciate every little thing. She was getting older by the second and I wasn’t gonna miss one more minute with her.

I got out of the car and quickly rounded it before picking her up.

“Hi baby,” I gave a kiss to the side of her head, then put her back on the ground and kneeled in front of her. “Your hair is so pretty! Did Laura make it?” I asked. “No, Natasha.” Nat’s here? “Wow, she’s so cool, right?” She nodded. “How was today? Did you have fun?” “Yes, we painted. I made you something,” she took my hand and insisted on getting inside.

Getting the take-out dinner I picked up Katarina and made our way towards Clint and the kids. “Hey guys, I got us Chinese today,” I greeted the three of them. “Copper, why don’t you guys take the food inside? We’ll be there in a minute,” I gave him the bags of food and the three of them walked in, Katarina grabbing a hold of Lila’s hand.

“What is she doing here? She hasn't been returning my calls for over a week. And I know she wasn’t on a mission,” I turned to Clint. He looked inside then at me with a sigh. “I don’t know why she didn’t talk to you then, but now she’s here to talk. It seemed pretty serious,” he said. “Great, just perfect.”

Walking inside, the kids already settled around the table, Laura and Natasha unpacking the boxes. “Hi,” I said. Nat picked up her head and I couldn’t describe the look she gave me. “I was just saying the other to Clint, how much I craved Chinese but he didn’t get me any,” Laura’s voice made me look away. “Because it was in the middle of the night and we live on a farm,” Clint stepped in. “I’m glad your craving will be fulfilled,” I said.

Grabbing the plates, I had to step next to Natasha. “Nat,” I nodded her way. “Y/n.” The urge to read her mind was so tempting but I promised everyone that I won’t use it on them. “You haven’t been returning my calls,” I said as I reached the shelf.

“It wasn’t a phone conversation that I wanted to talk about,” she said. Voice tense, body language just strict. “We can talk after I put Katarina to sleep.”

***

Katarina insisted that Natasha would be the one who stays with her until she falls asleep, so I did the dishes so that Laura could relax a little, but she kept my company throughout.

“Dinner was weird,” she said. “What do you mean?” “You and Nat. What’s going on?” I stared at the water as it flowed through the sink. “It’s been strange for a while. She’s dictating herself from me, from us really. She canceled last week’s Saturday and hasn't answered my calls since. Of course, Rina asked for her, because she’s obsessed with her. But nothing. And last week too, like she was distracted at all times. And if it was work she would definitely tell me.” “Maybe she’s seeing someone,” she casually threw it out there. “You think?” I stopped the tap and dried my hands. “What else could it be? It’s Natasha, you and work were the only option she could be occupied with, but there’s no you anymore, and if it’s not work… Maybe she found someone,” the sad smile on Laura’s face was something strange. I know she loved us together but I didn’t think she would actually prefer us over other relationships. But she also probably knew something.

“So, can we talk?” Natasha walked down the stairs, and both of us looked her way. “Yeah, let’s go outside. Good night, Laura,” I said to the woman. “You too guys.”

As we made our way outside I played all the scenarios in my mind about what could happen. Maybe she did find someone and wants to disappear from my life, or maybe it is a work thing.

We were a great distance from the house and we didn't talk a word on the walk. Then she stopped at almost the end of the lot. “I know about Barnes,” her voice was filled with anger. “And?” I shrugged it off, trying to act cool.

“Y/n, are you insane?” She stepped closer, veins popping out on her neck. “He is dangerous! And you let your daughter around him? There’s a chance that he’s gonna be that killing machine again, and what are you gonna do then, huh? Or what if HYDRA finds him? That’s why you won’t let anyone over to your place! And what about Steve? You’re just gonna let him suffer and look for him when you know damn well that he sleeps in your bed, eats your food, and plays with your daughter every day.” “You have no idea Natalia how fucking hard it is for me! If it wasn’t for him I wouldn’t have found Katarina. I wouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for him!” By now we were yelling at each other and I was glad the house was far away.

“I’ve been trying to help him settle in, to come up with a plan. But nothing. He doesn’t even want a glance at the future. For the past several decades he wasn’t Barnes, he wasn’t the Bucky Steve knows… But he’s trying to be the old him. He wants to learn and be human,” I explained but as I spoke she only got angrier. “How are you falling so easily into this? Y/n how can you be so naive after everything that happened?” Her hands spread to her sides, confusion hitting her face. “Naive?” I scoffed. “Every single day when I go home, I think he’s not gonna be there anymore. That he left, that they took him. For months I’ve been living on the fucking edge, scared to leave my daughter alone with him, scared to fall asleep next to him. I’m not naive, I just don’t want to make him feel even worse,” I said and turned around to walk back.

“No.” She simply said and I looked back at her. “No, you are just scared to be alone. You can’t be alone and you just won’t admit that,” she caught up to me and stood right in front of me. “Don’t ever talk to me about hating to be alone. I became a mother overnight, and I wasn’t gonna do this alone.” “But you are not alone,” Natasha took hold of my hand. But I took it away and shook my head. “I am.” “Y/n don’t shut me out now,” the want in her eyes was something I missed every day but I couldn’t let this happen. “I’m not shutting you out, but we talked about this. I can’t do this, not now… James is there and Rina, I-“ I stumbled over my words, didn’t even know what I wanted to say. “James…” She said quietly like she knew immediately. With the look she gave me, she definitely knew.

“You guys are a thing, aren’t you?” Her shoulders dropped. “We’re not a thing,” I looked away, shaking my head. “Oh don’t fucking lie to me. I know you, Y/n. You two are fucking for sure,” she got mad again, but mostly she looked disappointed. “What if we do? You have absolutely no right to question who I sleep or don’t sleep with. We broke up, Natasha. We ended things because it didn’t work. I’m sorry that I’m trying to move on. It hurts me like shit, that he’s not you, that it’s not us! I wanted you, Nat!” I yelled at her. She has no right to speak to me like that. “I wanted all of you. We had each other and now we don’t. So you don’t get to decide what I do with my life.”

***

“Good morning everyone,” Steve walked into the meeting room with Maria following him. Files in her hands she handed one to everyone. The team gathered around the table, while Steve presented our next mission.

“As you all know, we found another HYDRA Research Base. It’s in Sokovia, Europe. It is the base where we tracked Loki’s scepter and the plan is to retrieve it. The files have everything you need to know before we take off. Tomorrow morning we leave at 5. Any questions?” He looked around and everyone was silent. “Alright, see you tomorrow.”

***

Taking Katarina out of her seat, we made our way upstairs right away. It’s how the days go, in the mornings I drop her off at kindergarten and after work I get her and we go home to James.

After the meeting, I went to Stark Industries and we worked on some new projects and I finally finished Rina's hearing aid so I’m very excited to try it with her.

Opening the front door, I noticed the flat was awfully quiet. James usually is always on the couch when we get home, watching the news but now he isn't. The tv was turned off, no sign of James in the living room.

I shut the door behind me and put Katarina down, who took off to her room immediately. “James?” I called out once. Maybe he’s sleeping. I checked the kitchen and the balcony, but nothing. Bathroom empty. Then I made my way to the bedroom to see it was also without him in it.

And then I noticed an envelope. Lying on his pillow. My heart dropped and I couldn’t think of anything else other than he had left.

With shaky hands, I took hold of the envelope and saw my name written on it. Opened it and saw the handwritten letter. I sat down on the edge of the bed and read it.

Hey Doll,

We both knew this was coming for a long time now, but I think neither of us thought that it woulduld actually happen. I had to leave. For your and Katarina’s safety. I am a liability and it wouldn’t be safe for you two if I had stayed. I also didn’t want Steve to find me, he had enough trouble with me the last time we saw each other.

I won’t contact you and I don’t want you to contact me. The only communication I want is Katarina. I’d like you to send pictures to the address at the bottom every month. Just one picture of Katarina.

I am truly sorry and I promised I won’t leave you again, I am sorry that I broke this. But please forgive me, Doll.

Your James.

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[rvp32]

Arranged Marriage- Minayeon (Part 1)

Thank you so much Phrygian for proofreading this!

Nayeon’s POV

I woke up to my alarm ringing, it was 7 on a Monday morning. I hated everything about Mondays, it is the day that I am forced to go back to work, make decisions, and be the boss for everyone.

 I am Im Nayeon, the current CEO of a Multinational business called SRP industries which is headquartered in Seoul, South Korea. 

Only a few years after I became the CEO I finally had the courage to come out to my parents and tell them that I am a lesbian, they took the news pretty well. They did not force me to do anything but I always did everything that they asked for because I could never refuse my parents. 

I got up to put my shoes on and went to the gym for my daily workout, the only part of the day that I enjoyed. I could let go of all responsibilities, stress, and burdens and just focus on lifting weights. I finished working out and went back to my room to take a nice hot shower. I got out and got dressed for work. 

As a person who is around so many different people on a daily basis, I lived alone in a penthouse. I hated having anyone around in my apartment so I didn't even allow myself to have maids, it was my only sacred personal place and I wanted it to be exclusive to me. It has its downsides,  not having maids means that I have to cook for myself all the time. I liked cooking but some days I just get very lazy. But the pros outweigh the cons and I liked my independence.

I drove to work listening to some classical music. It helped me calm my nerves and get ready for the very hectic day that I was going to have. 

Working as a CEO was very difficult for me.  I did not like to play the boss with the personnel as I didn’t feel as smart or competent as the people around me. The only reason I had the role is that my father retired and chose me as his successor. I have to work extra hard just to make sure I do not destroy what my dad had built. 

Once I entered the building, I put my boss's mask on. To my employees, I was a cold, demanding and calculative person, but only a few people knew my true personality and I wanted to keep it that way. I walked through the department with a confident stride while the employees greeted me, and I responded with a simple head nod. After I reached my office, my secretary walked in to inform me about my schedule. I listened to her and took note of what I needed to finish before having to head out for a meeting. I was getting ready for the first meeting of the day when I got a call from my father, he does not call very often so it must have been something very important. I picked up the phone.

“Good morning dad, How are you?”

“I'm good. I am calling because I have something important that I need to talk about with you. There’s a woman we want you to know. She’s the daughter of a well-established company in Japan and I think she’ll be the perfect match for you. I’m talking about marriage, Nayeon. You will be meeting her today at 6:00 PM at the Starfire restaurant. Don't be late, and don’t harm the reputation of our family.”

“What?! Why was I not told that you were trying to get me married and I am not free today, can you please reschedule it for another day dad, I have a packed schedule today. I don't think I have the time for a date”. I didn’t want to get married and especially not to someone that I don’t know. My father scared me so much that I didn’t even try to oppose him.

“You don’t have to worry about that, I will have someone take care of your schedule. This is a very important date so you better not mess up”. 

“Okay dad, I will meet her. Send her details and her picture to my secretary so I at least know what I’m in for”. My only excuse failed and I don’t want to argue with him because it is pointless.

“Good, I will have my secretary forward those details. This date is not only about getting you a partner. It would be an important union that can seriously benefit SRP industries”

Before I could say anything or ask him what he was talking about he hung up. I hated it, I did not want to get married, and I did not want to go on this date but I had no choice. If my dad had decided something, there was nothing I could do to change his mind. 

I went back home to get dressed appropriately for the dinner. For some reason, I felt very nervous and didn’t know what I should wear for a date, so I picked up the phone and called my best friend, Momo. She answered relatively fast considering she usually just ignores my calls. 

“Wow! That is a first, I cannot believe you answered my call”

“Keep talking like that and I am going to hang up just as fast as I answered!”

“Sorry, please don’t hang up. I am in desperate need of your help. I need to pick a dress. I am going to meet someone important for dinner tonight and I cannot decide what I should wear.”

“Did you finally get yourself a girlfriend? I can help with that, don’t worry. I don’t want you to wear something ugly for the first date with your girlfriend”

“She is not my girlfriend! She is supposed to be the girl I will marry.”

“What?!” she screamed. 

“Yah! do not scream in my ears!”

“How are you so nonchalant about this entire situation? Your tone doesn’t show any irritation. Shouldn’t you be angry or even rant about how you didn’t want to get married? You always said that you would never get married, why the sudden change?”

“My parents set it up and I couldn’t say ‘no’ so now I have to meet her. Time is running out so are you going to be helpful or not?”

“Okay, okay. I will help you, but we are going to talk about this later.”

I tried on some dresses that I thought made me look pretty. She shot down all the proposals, they were all ‘boring’ and ‘unfashionable’ so she made me show her all the dresses in my closet. After what felt like an hour she finally found the only dress she liked. It was a floral patterned off-the-shoulder dress that ended a little above my knees. The dress was a little too short for my standards but it looked very pretty so I was happy with her choice.

She also assisted me with the makeup. With her help, I was finally ready. I looked at the clock and it was still 5:00 PM, I still had 30 minutes left, because the restaurant was 30 minutes away. I was nervous to meet this woman, though I asked my father to send me the details and her picture, his secretary only sent her details. Her name was Myoui Mina, it sounded very elegant and nice. I was both excited and nervous to meet her. I just hoped she was a nice person as I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life with someone rude and cold-hearted. 

I left for the hotel, hoping for the best. I just wanted to be my true self in front of her and see how she would react. 

Mina’s POV

My sleep got disturbed because of the sunlight, I turned around and found the girl I picked up and fucked last night. It was a boring experience, the girl couldn’t keep up with my rhythm, and it almost seemed like she was trying to achieve something more than just a one-night stand.

I am the daughter of Myuoi Isamu, the owner of Akira Motors, a well-established company in Japan. I left Japan at the alone age of 16 for South Korea. Staying away from my parents allowed me the freedom to do whatever I wanted. I am a fashion designer, so I meet a lot of people on a daily basis, most of them single women looking for stylish dresses. I end up sleeping with most of them. I owe a lot to my parents because they have always been there for me, they have been supportive no matter what I wanted to do, they never forced me to do anything nor did they ever ask anything of me. 

I still felt the hangover from last night, perhaps I exaggerated with drinks. Trying to get over it I went to a nearby restaurant to grab some spicy Kimchi stew. While I was eating I received a call from my father, we talked pretty often so it was not out of the ordinary for him to call me.

“Hi dad, how are you?”

“Hi Mina, I am good, how are you, my daughter? ”

“I am doing fine, what is with that tone? it feels like you are going to ask me to do something I don’t like. What are you planning?”

“That’s very rude of you to assume. I just wanted to talk to my daughter.”

“Oh, really?”

“I am calling you for a reason. We found a woman, I think you’ll like her. She is the current CEO of SRP industries. I arranged a date tonight between you two. It would be nice if you… consider her for marriage.”

“What?! Dad, I told you a million times I don’t want to get married. I hate the concept of marriage, I don’t need you to find me a woman.”

“Please Mina, listen. Go meet her once and try to get to know her. She is a very nice person. I won’t force you to marry her if you don’t like her, but please go on this date.. If you do like her and choose to marry her then it would be a great help to our company as well.”

“Fine, I will meet her just because you are asking me to but if I do not like her you will drop this topic immediately.”

“Of course. Thank you so much for understanding Mina, I will text you the hotel address, and be there at 6:00 PM.”

“Okay, I will let you know how it goes. Bye, take care dad!”

After I finished eating, I went to my office to figure out some designs and take care of some papers. I got ready and headed to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Im Nayeon. I was not very interested in this date as I was already planning on rejecting this arrangement any way. I reached the restaurant ten minutes early so I went to the table reserved under my name. I ordered a glass of wine as I waited for her to arrive. As I sipped blithely on my drink I heard someone address me quietly  “Are you, Myoui Mina?”

Nayeon’s POV

I entered the restaurant and asked for the table reserved under the name of Myoui Mina, the waiter led me to the table where a blonde woman with a beautiful figure was sitting. I gently asked, “Are you, Myoui Mina?”

She turned around and, God was she pretty, she was so pretty I could stare at her for an entire day and not get bored. I noticed that I was staring at her for way too long when I didn’t catch what she answered to me. I was so embarrassed but I asked her to repeat what she said. 

“Yes, I am Myoui Mina. I assume that you are Im Nayeon,” Mina said as she reached out her hand.

I shook her hand, her skin felt so smooth and warm. I wanted to hold it for longer but I had to let go. She stood up and pulled out the chair across from her, it made my heart flutter again. It felt nice being taken care of for once. 

I was nervous and did not know how what to say. But luckily for me, she spoke first “I assume you did not have much choice in deciding whether to meet me or not.” 

I was honestly shocked by her statement but I chose to answer it honestly “No, I did not. I received a call from my father and was told to meet you here.”

She smiled at me and said “Okay. I understand that both of us do not want to be here but let’s enjoy the food and maybe try to get to know each other.”

Nayeon “Yes, I would love that. If you do not mind me asking what do you do for a living?”

Mina: “I am a fashion designer. I heard about you from my father, you are the CEO of SRP industries, right?”

Nayeon: “Yes, I am. But I rather not be”

Mina: “That’s interesting. Why is that? If you don’t mind me asking,” 

Nayeon: “I hate the responsibility, I hate having people under me. I just want to spend my time working quietly without having so much responsibility.”

Mina: “That sounds nice. a nice quiet life without having to deal with all the problems and people.” 

We spoke about many different things throughout the night, she even asked me for my phone number. I liked her, she was kind and seemed like a very caring person. Throughout the dinner she would always throw in snarky comments or flirt with me, it made me flustered but I really enjoyed it. After we finished our dinner we called for a chauffeur service because both of us had a little too much alcohol to drive. 

After I got back home, I changed to bed because I still had to go to work the day after which I was not looking forward to at all. I got on my bed and began using my phone to check if I missed something important at the company while I was out. I received a new message from an unknown number, I opened it and found out that it was Mina. The message said “It was nice meeting you, good night Nayeon. I know you might already be asleep so answer me back whenever you see this.” 

I immediately replied to her ”It was a pleasure meeting you as well. I will message you in the morning. Good Night Mina!“

I put down my phone and my thoughts drifted to my time with Mina, the date had gone excellently, and I think that I might have fallen for her. I love the way that she took care of me and I love the way her eyes sparkled when she was talking about something that she enjoys. I continued to think about Mina until I eventually fell asleep. 

Mina’s POV

The date went well. I liked her. First of all, she was so fucking pretty, and her bunny teeth made her look even more adorable. I loved the way she always made eye contact and listened intently to everything I was talking about. I never believed in love but she is an amazing person. I would not mind getting to know her. One of my biggest concerns about marrying her is that I do not know if she will be able to handle me in the bedroom. My tastes aren’t common and a lot of women are not into the things I like.

I messaged my father to tell him that the date went well and that I wanted to get to know her more before I decide whether I will be okay marrying her. I changed into my pajamas and I went to sleep happy and excited because I could not wait to talk to Nayeon again the next morning. 

I woke up the next morning and the first thing I did when I woke up checked my phone to see if Nayeon had messaged me. There was a message from her “Good Morning Minari.”

I blushed at the nickname that she had come up with for me. I replied saying good morning as well and I also asked her if she had her breakfast yet.  We continued to text each other throughout the whole day. When I got back home from work I decided to just order food and play some video games. 

We tried to find a time when both of us would be free so that we could meet up again but due to our extremely busy schedules, we could not be able to meet anytime during the weekdays. We finally decided to meet on Saturday evening at my place to play some games and watch some movies. I was so excited to meet her again and this time have some fun because I could teach her how to play video games- I looked around and noticed that my apartment was a huge mess and I needed to clean up before Saturday because I did not want Nayeon to see this and run away. 

It was Saturday morning, I decided to cook some bulgogi, shrimp fried rice, and some soybean stew. I was a pretty good cook so I decided to make some food for Nayeon to eat if she got hungry. I was listening to music and danced while I was cooking. I was so excited to meet Nayeon. I could not wait to show her my video game collections and also my book collection which I am sure she would enjoy. During the week, while we were speaking, she spoke a lot about reading books and wanting to read more. While we were chatting, I found out that Nayeon liked books, I was given a lot of first-edition books. So I did have a large collection of books in my house. 

I heard a door bell so I ran in excitement toward the door. 

Nayeon’s POV

I arrived at the address that Mina sent to me. I was excited to finally see her after an entire week. Mina lived in a cozy house that was far from the city. It looked amazing. I rang the doorbell waiting for an answer, and I could hear my heart pounding. I did not know why I was so nervous because I was just meeting Mina to watch a movie and learn how to play video games.

Mina opened the door, she looked so freaking gorgeous and she was not even wearing a dress nor was she wearing a lot of makeup. I blushed so hard when I made eye contact with her. She invited me into her house, we walked to the kitchen because she said that she had to finish cooking and after that, she would show me around the house. When we arrived in the kitchen, I sat down at the dining table that was across the kitchen and watched as she cooked. “Thank you for having me over, you have a really beautiful house,” I said timidly.

I also noticed that while I was busy staring at her I forgot to give her the gift I had bought for her. I called Mina and told her to come near me and I handed her the gift. I was scared she would not like it because I had no idea what type of games she liked. I had got her a game that was not yet available to the market but I had a copy of it because it was produced by one of our subsidiaries. I was staring at her waiting for her reaction. Suddenly I heard a scream and saw her jump in joy, she put her arms around me and hugged me. My heart stopped. I did not expect her to hug me, but God, I loved every single second of the hug. 

“How did you get this Nayeonnie? It's not even out in the market yet and I am holding a copy of it” Mina said in an excited tone. 

My face turned red because of the nickname she gave me, it made me feel something that I did not know I could. “It was developed by one of my subsidiaries, and since I know that you like games I asked them to send me a copy of it”

“Thank you so much Nayeonnie,” Mina said and hugged me again tightly. 

I love that Mina is hugging me but if she keeps this up I might end up in the hospital. My body cannot handle being this close to her. “Y-your welcome Minari!” I managed to say. 

She went back to setting the table because she was nearly done with cooking, I offered to help her but she said “you don’t have to do anything, just sit there and watch me work. When I am done we can both enjoy the food.” Mina said as she continued to place things on the table. 

She looked hot while working, I could not help but stare at her as she continued to move. She noticed I was staring at her and said “Am I so pretty that you cannot take your eyes off me Nayeonnie?” 

I blushed at her question. I could not answer her, all I could do was nod my head. She brought the last bowl to the table, and she walked around me, and reached for the plate, she was so close that I could smell her citrus perfume, she smelled so nice and calming. She took my plate and filled it with the dishes she made and also used a bowl to give me some of the stew. I smiled at her and thanked her“Thank you so much Minari.”

“Your smile is so fucking cute, I just want to pull your cheeks,” Mina said. 

Her compliment flustered me and I did not know how to reply. It took me a second before my brain began to function again, and I just replied “T-thank you”. 

As we finished eating dinner, I got up and took my plate and bowl to the sink to wash it, but Mina stood up and took it from my hands. I tried to protest but she looked me in the eye and said “Don’t worry about it, just sit down Nayeon.”

For some reason, what Mina said to me sounded more like a command than a request. The look in her eyes made me want to obey anything that she asked me to do. I sat down just as she said and waited patiently. She soon finished cleaning up and came to me with a glass of water, she placed it in front of me and hinted me to drink it. I listened diligently to her and drank the glass of water in one gulp. 

We walked around the house, and she showed me all the different rooms. there was just one room that we had not gone to yet and that was the one near the kitchen. I was curious as to what was in it. We walked into the room and it turned out to be her personal library. I got excited looking at all the books so I walked around checking out all the volumes she had. My eyes landed on the first edition books of the Harry Potter series. I loved Harry Potter, and I could not believe that I was looking at the first edition books. I screamed in excitement, and Mina worriedly came running, thinking that something had happened. She came close to me and began examining me to see if I injured myself somewhere. 

“I am fine, Mina. I screamed because I couldn’t believe my eyes.”

As I said that I noticed Mina was close to me. I looked into her eyes, then at her lips. They looked so sexy I wondered what they would taste like. Unconsciously I moved closer to her, but once I realized I stopped and apologized to Mina for being so close. She smiled at my naivety, held my chin with her long fingers, and pulled me in for a kiss. Her lips felt amazing, they tasted like strawberries and I could not get enough of them. My heart was beating so hard I thought Mina would be able to hear it. We continued kissing until I needed to pull away for air.

I looked right into Mina’s eyes. They were not honey brown anymore, they were darker as if she wanted something from me. After a second she began kissing me again and I responded. This time the kiss was not filled with passion but something more. I followed her lead, she bit my lip causing me to moan a little, and she used that opportunity to push her tongue in and explore my mouth. It felt so amazing. As we kissed she pushed me against the bookshelf and held my hands above my head. What made this situation worse was the fact that I was getting very wet and I needed to feel some friction so I began to push myself against Mina’s thighs which were in between my legs.

Once I began moving my hips, Mina pulled “Are you sure about this? Once we cross this line I cannot promise that I will hold back, Nayeon.” she said. 

I nodded, and this time I took the initiative with the kiss. We kissed for a few seconds but then she pulled away and picked me up in bridal style and walked out of the library. I started kissing her neck causing her to whimper as she walked through the house carrying me over. As soon as we got into the bedroom, she laid me down on the bed. Immediately she was over me, she started kissing me while her hands slid the dress right off my body. Suddenly I found myself only in my underwear, while Mina was still wearing all of her clothes. I felt embarrassed and tried to cover myself. 

“Why are you covering yourself? Please, don’t feel insecure, you are beautiful just the way you are.” Mina said.

“It’s just.. you are still wearing all of your clothes and here I am standing in my underwear”. I replied 

Mina began to strip, first, she removed her pants, I could see her ass and it was big and her thighs looked amazing. She then followed with her top and her bra, revealing her perky boobs and her toned abs. I felt the need to touch her, I wanted to graze her perfect abs, so I reached my hand towards her stomach, but as soon as I was close to crowning my desire she used my hand to pull me towards her and our bodies clashed together. . 

“You can touch me all you want later baby, but right now I just wanna taste you so bad. I want to hear you moan my name,” she said. 

She immediately pushed me onto the bed and started to kiss my nape, I felt the warmth between my legs increasing, and I craved her touch. Mina was taking her own time exploring my body, she had gotten rid of my bra and was now pinching my boobs. I moaned and moved my hips hoping to feel her creamy thigh but as she detected my movement she moved away making me whine at the denied pleasure.

“You have to ask for it baby. Tell me, what do you want?” Mina asked softly with a smirk on her face. 

I avoided her gaze, I was flustered and could not say it, she took my chin and looked me in the eyes, and whispered again. “You have to tell me your desires baby, otherwise we are going to be here for a long time” 

The heat in my body was now uncontrollable, I had no shame anymore, just unresolved wanton desire. “Please fuck me, Mina. I need you, I need you to touch my pussy, please” 

“Good girl, see how easy that was,” Mina said with a smile on her face as she got what she wanted. When she called me a good girl I felt myself getting even wetter than I already was. Mina didn’t have any more time to waste, she pushed my panties aside and began eating me out. She was so good at it, she knew exactly what spots to hit and how to get a reaction out of me. As she continued to pleasure me she started playing with my nipples. I could feel myself already getting closer to my orgasm, 

“I am so close to cumming, Mina. Please don’t stop” I managed to say in between my moans. 

She increased her speed, removed her hand from my nipple, and began playing with my clit. She flicked it hard once and that caused me to go beyond the edge. I came so hard, I could not think straight for a few seconds. She helped me ride my orgasm out and laid down next to me. I looked at her and I knew that I had to return the favor so I tried to get up but Mina pushed me back onto the bed. “I know you are tired. Get some rest. You don’t have to worry about anything else.” her tone was commanding so I did not protest. I laid down and stared at the ceiling fan spinning. Slowly I started to feel tired and began to drift asleep but, as soon as I closed my eyes I heard Mina murmur “Baby you look so fragile right now, you have no idea about the thoughts that are going through my head. I want to ruin you, I want to see you cry and beg me to stop. But I know you don’t want that.  I do not want you to run away from me so I am trying my best to hold back.”

I was shocked. I turned to her and asked “What are you talking about? You do not want to kill me or get revenge or something right? Please tell me if it is something like that because Myoui Mina I have fallen for you and I do not think I can leave you”

Mina laughed, she replied “No Nayeon, I don’t seek revenge, it's just that I have peculiar tastes when it comes to having sex. Don’t worry, I think I’m in love with you as well.”

I let out a breath she did not know I was holding. “Whatever your tastes are I will do my best to satisfy them, so please marry me and stay with me, Minari,” I said while looking into her eyes

“I’m not sure about it, but I would love to marry you Im Nayeon”. Mina said and hugged me. 

“I just realized, are you not supposed to be calling me unnie? I’m pretty sure I’m older than you” I said. 

“If that’s what you want I will call you unnie, but I am sure that there will be times when that will change,” she winked at me. 

I did not understand what she meant but I just let it slide as I was tired and my eyes were getting heavy. “Good night Minari, I love you,” I said before I fell asleep. 

To be continued.

#twice smut #minayeon #mina smut #nayeon smut #minayeon smut

[mmelionsblog]

Stereo Heart || Bradley Bradshaw

It was a lazy Monday morning, you and Bradley were in bed snuggling closely together. He had woken up about twenty minutes ago, playing with your hair. He couldn’t help but think about how lucky he was to have you by his side. “You’re so good to me,” he slurred out.

You had woken up about ten minutes ago, circling some shapes on Bradley’s chest. “Yeah?” You question, he nodded. “Yeah. And- and to be honest, I don’t think I’d know where I’d be without you right now.” You two were met with comfortable silence once again.

“You’re good to me too, Bradley.” You look up to his eyes, and his eyes met with yours. “I’d hope so,” he chuckled out. You smile and kiss his chin, then you got up slightly to be on top of him. “You’re the best boyfriend I’ve ever had in life.” You admitted.

He hummed, tilting his head. “Surely your exes weren’t that bad.” You shook your head. “They were pretty bad, I mean one of them were alright but she’s nothing compared to you.” You caressed his cheek, kissing his nose.

“What were you like in high school?” He asked, as you kiss his left cheek slowly. “I was a bit weird,” you laughed. “Weird? A bit? You are.” He attacked you and moved positions, where he was the one on top of you. “Ouch Lieutenant,” you wheeze.

“Okay. So I was a band geek- more less, I was a colorguard member. Nobody knows what the hell we were, so I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t know.” His eyebrows squinted. “I’m intrigued! Tell me.” You look at your boyfriend, and then sigh. “Alright.”

You decide to first explain what colorguard was- and still is. “We were teams of performers for band, and we danced, threw poles around, and threw other stuff around like rifles and swords.” He nodded, looking you in the eye.

“Even though it was fun, I wanted to quit so Badly my last few years in high school.” “Why didn’t you?” You shrugged. “They needed people on the team, we were small. And plus even if I did, I wouldn’t know what other class I’d have to pick.” Your hand found it’s way towards his cheek again, leaving it there.

He kissed the palm of your cheek, and then kissed your wrist and then went up your arm; to kiss your lips last. “Your high school experience seems hectic.” He said. “It was. There was so much drama I had back then, and I wasn’t even the cause of it!” You laughed out, resembling half of the bullshit you went through.

“Can you tell me the biggest one that you went through?” You remember the biggest drama you went through like it was yesterday. And you nodded, “sure.” You explain it to him, and he would gasp and say ‘no they didn’t…’ and stuff like that. “That’s tuff, I’m sorry you had to go through that baby.”

He kissed your nose, and you smiled. “It’s alright. At least I have stories to tell our little ones in the future.” He nodded. “For sure, my high school experience was a bit boring, but it was something.” Bradley hummed. The two of you talked and talked, for what seemed like hours.

You two had gotten into a deep conversation, and the both of you had your backs planted on the grey sheets on your bed. “I don’t deserve you,” he blurted out. “What?” You prop your elbows on the bed. “I don’t deserve you. You’re too good for me,” he rubbed your arm, “it feels like- you’re my guardian Angel whenever you’re around.”

Your heart clenched. “Does it really feel like that? You asked, “it really does. I just get so.. so drunk over love whenever you’re nearby. Like now- just when looking at you, I can’t help but think how much I got lucky.” He rambled. You sighed lovingly, before kissing his lips.

“That’s how I feel with you too.” He smiled as you rest your head back onto his chest, before you heard his stomach growl signaling it was probably time to get up and go get something to eat. You giggle a bit, looking at him. “You hungry, big guy?”

He nodded. “Let’s go,” and the two of you were up.

You loved days like these, were the lazy mornings just made you talk for hours of hours not realizing what time it was before your stomachs interrupts you.

These days were also rare, considering Bradley’s job. Always out before 5 am, getting ready for work. And you always out before 7 am, getting ready to go teach students at a high school.

You couldn’t wait for more days like these.

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It’s been a few weeks since I’ve last posted on here or wrote, so sorry this wasn’t that good 😵‍💫. I don’t really like it my self but I got unshadowbanned so I decided to post something for the night! I hope you all enjoy this while I was gone :))))

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[starot]

hello lovely people! i wish i had a happier update. but the past few days have been so hectic.

details below. tread carefully, trigger warning: family, physical, emotional abuse

tldr; send good vibes! i need it T-T

i've always had a strained relationship with my parents. but things really came to a head when i came out earlier in the year, and their reaction was less than stellar.

for context my family is in a cult. and you'd think that that would be enough to bar me from coming out, but i've always been delusional about my family, and i wanted to hope that they'd be better than that. but clearly not!

last monday shit really went down because i haven't been as participatory in the cult shit since i started college, and my father had had enough. he took all my shit, and wouldn't let me go back to college. and even THAT wasn't enough to make me leave, until he finally attempted to grab me and it brought me back to every time he'd get physically violent in the past.

i told myself i wasn't going through that again. so even without any of my shit, i left the house, got the help of a friend and made it back to my dorm. bottomline is i got away from my family. unfortunately all i have is my laptop! (i also got violently sick as a result of the fear i think)

later today i'm going to try to get my shit back. i tried to get them with the help of my little sibling but unfortunately my parents hid them pretty well. WHICH IS SO FUCKED UP. that's my phone, cards, and personal belongings!!!! why withhold that shit...

i am once more hoping for the best. ik my parents aren't great, but i'm hoping they're not downright fucking cruel!

anyway! that's all for now. i am doing okay all things considered. if you've read this far, thank you! stay safe! and i hope to bring a happier update soon!

#starot

[myf00djournal]

December

🎄

Gym challenge done ✅ - now what?

2024 is looking different for me. I have decided not to play representative netball and stick to club which means my commitments have dwindled. I am excited because this means more time for gym, running, maintaining a swim every now and then, time at home oh and time for my masters degree (of course). And working full time 😛

For now, let’s focus on Dec/Jan.

*I am back to training Monday and Tuesday this week.

*Tomorrow is my last day of work!

*I have surgery for my endo on Wednesday

*I will be completing resting the rest of that week

*Still on leave the week of the 11th but may be able to do a light walk and get out and about

*Gym Christmas party on the 15th

*Possibly attending work functions on 18-19 including our Christmas lunch

*Follow up with my specialist on the 20th to hopefully get good news and be cleared for some light training across Christmas/New Year

*Maybe parkrun on the 23rd???

*Christmas at ours on 24th

*Special Christmas parkrun!

*Christmas brunch at my sisters 25th, Joshs dad in the afternoon

*Parkrun on the 30th and special NYD run (god I hope I’m cleared)

*Off on our beautiful cruise (Celebrity Edge 🤩 with a beautiful balcony room and suite) 3-13 Jan 🚢 to celebrate EIGHT years of marriage 🥰🥰🥰

I tried to write this chronologically and I feel like the first few points could have been in a better order but you get the idea.

I think it’ll be nice to have forced rest and look after myself (and have Josh look after me ☺️) after such a hectic few months. I would love to maintain my physique and current fitness baselines and I am glad I chose methods and strategies that are sustainable. I mean, losing 10kg in three months on an average of around 1900cals is pretty cool right? However after discussions with @taoistimmortal and after I vent to my IRL coach at my gym tomorrow, it is clear I perhaps underate as I lost lean tissue which is SAD but somewhat inevitable. Maybe I’ll make a separate post about my thoughts on this again???? This was meant to be about the future 😅

#gymlife #training #strength and conditioning #nutrition #food #food log #mfp #wieiad #personal #health & fitness