#we dont waste in this house if we can help it so i hate throwing away stickers that have like a minor detail wrong with it | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

angrilymanaging · 1 year

Text

I’m so fucking pissed right now I CAN’T FUCKING EVEN!!!

So last night nobody wanted to do grocery shopping, I literally hate it You gotta go in a store, walk around, pick out the shit, stand in line and pay for the shit, and then, you gotta lug the shit to your car, put it in then get it back out bring it in the house, and put it away. Who the fuck is bout to do it, so, I was like ok, I will order and pay for the groceries, and we can pick them up tomorrow. So I woke up with no service on my phone, I thought I would just be able to switch my devices, put the new SIM card in, and boom, service, so None of that worked out. I call the company turns out the SIM card is activated to the particular device, and I can’t I have to wait for a sim, which isn’t getting here until Tuesday. Obviously this is a gross change of plan because I can use the house WIFI but as soon as I leave, I DON’T HAVE SERVICE ON MY PHONE!!. I look at this nigga and I say, you have to go pick up the groceries, They are ready, at this point it is 1030, he starts getting up out the bed, goes and grabs his medicine so he can fill his stupid Mediset, and I’m like here we fucking go, this bitch is bout to waste a bunch of time, taking his time, groceries have to be picked up at 11 and he has to be at work at 12.

I can feel the frustration brewing in me. I hate passive aggression, and you’re procrastinating right now, because you don’t want to do the task assigned to you, and I hate that shit. I would have more respect for you if you just said no. Not to mention, With all the shit the muthafucka keep in his cars, there is no room for us to really take Naissir, there are 14 bags that have to be picked up, 2 cases of water, and that doesn’t include the shit that wont fit in bags, so at this point, the happy mistake that is my phone not working, kinda works out. There’s no room for Naissir to fit, I don’t really care for leaving him in other peoples care, so I can sit with him, all you have to do is pick up groceries. Like you dont have to do anything accept wait for them to bring them out!! They bring them out, and put them in the car for you, and you don’t even have to do anything except drive off, and bring them home, and obviously, because you have to go to work I could bring them or help you, bring them in, and I will put them away since I need some of them for dinner anyway, win win!!!

At this point it is now 1050 and I am still waiting, the bitch still didn’t get in the shower, and I’m fuming, anyone who has ever ordered for pick up knows that, if you don’t pick up your groceries on time you will get bumped up, which I can’t afford because I have no service, and because I need to start dinner!!! So I’m just like well the store has WiFi, I could just run and connect to their WiFi and come back no big deal, plus it is pissing me off that this bitch wants to take his sweet time, doing absolutely nothing when literally you can throw something on and be out the door, its not hard, plus the store is literally 5 mins from here.

As a matter of fact right, I went to the store, it took 5 minutes, and my phone was unable to connect to the WiFi, it said it was connected, but it wouldn’t give service, so I’m trying, and it won’t I ended up coming back home. Can I please add, that when I made it back here, it was fucking 1109. Now I’m even more agitated, because I made it there and made it home, AGAIN, and it was 1109. ON TOP of that, soon as I pull up, his phone connects to the truck, and whoever the bitch was trying to call had sent him to voicemail. My blood is boiling over by this point, and now I’m just like, I’m already late picking up the groceries, and this bitch on the phone. I get in the house, and make it up the stairs, DO YOU KNOW THIS MUTHAFUCKA STILL AINT TAKE A SHOWER, THE BITCH STILL AINT MADE NO MOVE. Made the bed and was lighting a f’cking in scent, like he had all fuckin day!! SO I see this already I’m angry, and I lost it. So I’m like “who are you trying to call, you still didn’t shower)(at least he could’ve been ready then I would’ve never had to take his phone, you could call whoever now you’re out the house) he says, “nobody” Now he’s cussin and hollerin “ain’t nobody on the fuckin phone” “blah blah” and hypin up (one thing I know about the bitch, is he gets all defensive and bold when he’s guilty) remember my last post when I was talkin about, how a muthafucka lie, and cheat but don’t wanna get out ya house. And I lost it again, first of all you’re lying… the phone quite literally, just hooked up to the truck. Second, if it is nothing, why are you yelling and lying all at the same time. I smacked fire out this nigga I am not lying FAAAAAAH!!!! If it was birds somewhere that would have heard that shit they would have takin formation and flew off cause I’m sure it was that loud. I dont’ care how abusive a bitch think I am. When you first encounter me, I let you know up front, that I hit, and if you play wit me I will punch you in your fucking face. You don’t have time, to find out about my true colors, I let you know what they are right away!! Soon as you get me fucked up I’m fucking you up that’s how that works. It’s people that enjoy fuckin around and findin out, that’s a them problem not a me problem cause bitch I will kill you in here, playin with my feelings and intelligence, I let you know that up front!!

So I take the phone, and demand the fuckin pass code, I don’t give a fuck about who ya lyin ass was tryin to call, plus I know soon as I pulled up, and the phone hooked up to the truck ya bitch ass erased whatever evidence was in there, that would prove me right, that’s why your stupid ass didn’t have time, to think of a fucking lie about who you was callin. WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYIN WITH, YOU ARE NOT SMARTER THAN ME. Stop!!!! I just need the phone so I can connect to it’s hot spot, and PICK UP MY FUCKING GROCERIES!!!!! I go back, and once there the shit is taking for ever to connect and I’m trying not to cry, because this didn’t have to go this far, and the app is telling me that my time has been bumped to between 3-4… I bet its not, the people come out, knocking on the window, with a manager, probably wanting to tell me to move because I’m parked there, but, she has the groceries, and asks if I’m here to pick them up, and I’m like yes, I give her my name, the manager goes back in. What the fuck were you going to do, anyway? Get the top of your head climed up one side and down the other? Now is not the time boy, I am beyond managing right now, give me my shit. They load the groceries, and because my disposition is in a worst state than it is at base line I’m trying not to say anything, the guy helping her, has this small bag, and trying to bring it to the other side of the truck, and it takes all the energy I have in me, not to fucking yell “just put the shit in the truck so I can go!” I say “just pile it in where you can fit it please” So I know they have to be polite, right, this is their job, and they didn’t’t do anything to me. She first says have a good day, and I didn’t respond, then he says have a good day, and I’m thinking “close my fucking door” Not to mention “have a good day” is something people say to me to be passive aggressive in this town so I been stopped responding to that, but I’m not rude so, I don’t have to say anything.

I get the groceries home, and I bring them in now at this point it is probably close to 12, but when I came home, the first time, I noticed a bunch of garbage on my grandsons floor. I was to busy smackin this nigga around, to address it, and I’m talking to my grandson, and I ask him, like, where did all the garbage come from that was on your floor, and he’s quiet, like trying to think of a lie, and I didn’t have the patience, so I barked. He told me, it came from under his bed, and I was like how? And he said this nigga, so I, already in crisis mode by this point my top is blowing off. Here’s a break down of why, I didn’t want to leave Naissir with the bitch in the first place. A while back, When Naissir was small, he had told me one time that he had pushed him, and I didn’t have no reason to not believe him, and the other one said that he hadn’t. I began watching their interactions, and just being mindful. So when I say I don’t leave him with anyone, I mean this POS I live with either. I din’t know what had happened right, because I wasn’t here. I know what it looked like though, when I was little, Naissir’s age, probably smaller, my mom used to come into my room, and demand I clean it, and then she would look every place for garbage. And draw it out, usually with a broom, to the middle of the floor, so if I wasn’t triggered before, I definitely am now. So I asked the bitch, I’m like, what led up to this, and he told me that Naissir had been running around with the dogs. Playing probably downstairs, and that is normal for him, to do. I’m often home with him, and I don’t care because I don’t know, I’m a mom. But when I came home, before to get the data for my phone, The door to this bitches room was closed, and I don’t like that either because he’s a kid, I don’t close him off because right as an adult in the house, you are supposed to be keeping an eye, and ear out, if something happens, while your watching someone’s kid, and you say you don’t know, well that doesn’t go well. I’m not saying that he didn’t need to clean his room, I’m just saying that usually when he does, I or his mother mostly, his mom, will go along with him for it to be done, so that it is done properly, and so that he is helping. You did this shit under GOD knows what circumstances, and the door is closed. This bitch on a regular day, even when his mother and I are around, doesn’t go into his room,doesn’t say anything to him about his room, none of that. He says he needed to find something to do, told him to look at his room, and he needs to clean it up. So I asked him, would he have done that if his mom or I were home and he’s like yes, another lie, why were you bothered while, neither of us was home?

At the end of the day I told him, I don’t really have a lot of respect for him, and really he needed to get out. I don’t and I can’t hide that I don’t especially in those moments of passion where, you are being a bitch and I’m not in the mood. Not to mention I don’t want to be arguing with you, fighting over what does and doesn’t make sense because I don’t know if he is actually slow or just acts like that, but this ain’t no fuckin group home. We use common sense around here, and you mostly behave like you lack that. I am always like I don’t want to be bothered anymore, but at this point the stress and aggravation, just isn’t worth it. I am really trying to get my life on track, I don’t really have time for dumb shit and I don’t like jail. You wanna lie, cheat, and not get your ass beat, I’m telling you I’m on my way. Not to mention, I don’t know who you were calling, I don’t care anymore. I am tired of having to suffer through this relationship, cause you can’t afford to live on your own, I WILL MAKE A WAY ALWAYS FOR ME AND MY LITTLE FAMILY!!! But you, no you are like everyone else who wants to do the bare minimum and leave ALL of the hard work to me, and I’m not here for it. YOU NEED TO GET THE FUCK OUT. Go to whatever bitch house you was tryin to call, go to your moms, but I’m not going to continue to suffer through this relationship on your terms that shit is miserable as fuck. You didn’t want to go get the groceries, my daughter already paid for them, I placed the order, go pick them shits up, everybody has a part to play, you mean to tell me you don’t wanna go get them, but, you wanna eat don’t you? I wish the bitch would come in here, and try to touch or eat anything bitch starve!! Period!!!

0 notes

patchworkghost · 2 years

Text

its 5 am I dont have work today but im awake because my dog decided not only to wake me up but throw up in my bed right next to my head so now im laying here with no sheets cause theres a wet spot where I lysoled the bed but also im laying here cause i still have back pain cause its taking forever to heal & Ive just been like low key crying at work every day because I cant stand going because I either fear hurting myself AGAIN AGAIN or having to tell people no constantly cause no I cant do that sucks you are backed up but im not injuring myself permanently to get a crappy pay check & no health insurance Im job hunting but LITERALLY everything is part time cause no place thats decent wants to hire and everything wants part time so they dont have to give beneifits also being at work again I come home and im honestly to tired to focus on filling out more applications for shit jobs i dont want and again dont want to give me anything or only part time so why bother and finally after crying again today at work I realized being injured fucked up my schedule so hard ive been forgetting to take my meds which isnt helping since im already unstable given ive been injured & either doing nothing or going to work where I got injured I CANT EVEN HEL P my mom out around the house much which makes me insane and heck even myself my sink is messed up but i havent fixed it cause of injury so even washing my hands has been a hassle my rooms a mess & I want to cry every time i drop stuff on the floor cause it means i have to bend again

Ive been keeping away from my hobbies for the most part too cause this job gave me carple tunnel as well as back pain so ive been MEGA depressed from that on top of everything

I just want to leave but that would basically fuck over everyone at my job and make everyone else look at me like omg what a piece of shit typical mental ill bitch isnt working again even though ive been steadily working since recovering years ago it makes me low key wish id get injured a bit again so I can just say well damn not for me I must leave right tf now sajghdakjhgjasdhg people like oh no if you dont work you will be at home depwessed like NO OPPOSITE IF IM HOME ILL HAVE TIME TO HEAL & JOB HUNT & NOT FEEL LIKE KMS everyday

I literally even job searching is just reminding me how whats THE FUCKING POINT all im gonna do is waste most of my life working my bones to the dust and wasting my mental energy & even when im off I havent been doing hobbies due to pain FROM WORKING & even if i was healthy my friends are busy at work like I get to see my BF a whopping maybe 4 hours maybe 6 if we push staying up late a week cause he has work all the time and gets off late evening and its like yay were together till we just fall asleep cause he has work in the morning

fuc k dude I hate everything Need a job that pays minimum $40 an hour for me to not kill myself

#long as ramble rant because ive been depwessed lately and i woke up cause my dog threw up right tf in my bed #& im sick of being injure Im sick of my job IM sick of job hunting im sick of capitalism !

0 notes

brainriotdump · 2 years

Text

Well it's been a min but I can't sleep again. Way too many bubblrs lol

My therapist sorta slipped in I was bipolar with the depression stuff and I still can't really see that. I think I'm more in line with untreated ADHD and having like a hormonal onset depression if that makes sense. Like a pmdd type. Idk things can just feel so overwhelming it's near paralyzing. So I'm thinking it maybe was a mistake she left it in there because she never discussed that with me which feels sorta unprofessional?

Life's just been a lot. I have so many things going on yet nothing much? My daughter's birthday is a huge deal to me lately so I've been sweating over a lot of details for it. I'm throwing a party because I'm proud of myself and my fiance for managing to make it this far and successfully. I know she won't remember it but photos can last a lifetime and I want her to know just how much she's truly loved. Plus it's definitely a reason worth celebrating. After that it's back to wedding planning though.. blaarghhh. Not a vibe. Still wishing we did an elopement. I hate that so much money is going to be spent on this shit when we could've used it for a house or travel. I've been hoarding my tax return just to pay for everything when the time comes and man oh man the amount of great food in far away places we could've tried instead. I know money comes and goes but I just don't think this stress of pleasing others is worth it. I just want a chill day but I already feel like a chicken running around with my head cut off. People wanting +1s but people not RSVPing fast enough, praying people aren't fucking stupid and actually read the email with the website. I'm not paying the caterer for all these people that RSVPd only for like no one to show up. It's not that I care if people dont come, it's just the amount of money being spent because they said they will be there ahead of time..

Hell if only 6 1/2 people showed I wouldn't be too sad about the beverage prices 🥴🤣 but yeah if famous Dave's brings food for 50 people worth, I have to pay for 50 people worth of food. And that's a lot of food wasted if no one shows!

It'll be fine the day of "It GoEs By So FaSt" anyways. Me and my love are celebrating our love and that's all that truly matters that day tbh.

I just can't help but feel financially stressed over it. Even though we're doing it as cheaply as possible.

0 notes

moonxbabe · 3 years

Text

vinnie hacker smut - take it out on me -

hi readers - this was another request I had, not my best work and also pretty short so I apologize but hope you like it - also - this story has a bit of that cigarette incident with Vinnie, but I do NOT care that he smokes, sadly I find it attractive (I know, I'm the worst) but anyway Its just a story.

warning: smut 18+

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Vinnie groans exiting his now stalled car on the side of the road. He slams the door closed causing Jett to jump as he gets out as well.

“Let me make some calls so someone can come out here and get us, dont stress,” Jett assures him as best as he can but he already knows Vinnies had a rough day and there's only so much he can say to make it better.

Vinnie moves both his hands to the back of his neck holding it tightly pacing by the front of the car ignoring Jetts attempt at comfort. He pulls out his phone and opens your text thread typing.

Vinnie: I'm having the worst day.

You read his text and sigh knowing it was coming. A few hours ago Tik Tok room also blew up a post at their weekly attempt to “Cancel Vinnie Hacker” along with his meeting regarding the boxing match that he never got paid for. Things just weren't going his way today and when that happens he falls deep into the dark.

You: Come over?

Vinnie: I'm stuck on the side of the road. I don't even want to talk about it. I'm turning my phone off.

You read his text and slightly frowned. You knew he was in a bad mood but you hated when he pushed you away and wouldn't even let you help. You decided to grab your things and go to the Hype House to wait for him to get back.

---------

Vinnie storms into his bedroom slamming the room shut startling you as you sit on his bed slowly closing your laptop. He turns around and slams his first against the back of the door leaning his head against it for a moment before turning around to press his back to it and slides down taking his head in his hands.

“Hey hey, let's breathe for a second?” You say softly approaching him, getting down to sit in front of him. You touch his arms gently stroking them softly with your thumbs.

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you,” He finally responds after a few moments and sighs, leaning his head back against the door. He takes one of your hands and squeezes it softly, intertwining your fingers.

“You didn't, I'm just worried about you,” You brought his hand up to kiss it softly. He closes his eyes for a minute before opening them.

“I'm just tired, tired of everything,” He lets go of your hand and slowly gets up “I need a cigarette” He walks over to his dresser pulling out the box.

“Vinnie,” you say with a warning as he pulls one out of the box and attempts to find a lighter.

“Don't start with me, y/n. I'm not in the mood,” He doesn't bother to look at you as he continues to search for the lighter.

“I promised your mom that I’d make sure you didn't smoke anymore,” you walked over to him annoyed and attempted to take the cigarette out of his mouth.

“You really think I care about the promise you made to my mom right now, y/n? I don't give a fuck,” He grabs your arms, slightly pushing them away. You frown at his reaction.

“Okay but I don't want you to do it,” you hold back tears as he tries to walk past you but you hold him. He doesn't say anything but attempts his best to avoid eye contact. He knew he was hurting you but he was hurting himself and the battle within him was strong.

“Stop,” you grab his face with both your hands using your thumbs to stroke his cheeks softly before using one hand to tuck some of his curls away “I know you're hurting right now, but-- but-- this isn't going to help,” you search his face for a moment as he still doesn't look at you, you take a moment before saying anything else “Take it out on me, let me make you feel good,” you say quietly waiting for him to say something, anything. His eyes linger for a moment before finally looking into yours causing your body to somewhat relax.

He still doesn't say a word, but moves his hand up to grab your neck slightly pulling you closer, his lips crashing onto your kissing you hungerly not wasting a second. He groans softly as you suck at his bottom lip sliding your tongue into his mouth. He moves his other hand deep into your hair, gripping it pulling you even closer to him, you can almost taste his pain. He bites at your bottom lip tugging at it before pulling away to take your hand leading you to the bed.

“Knees, now.” He says sternly as you nod and get down onto your knees looking up at him. He started to undo his jeans, pushing them down along with his tight boxers freeing his hardness. You bite the inside of your cheek in anticipation as he nods looking down at you giving you permission. He sits at the edge of the bed as you get closer in between his legs.

You take his dick in your hands stroking it, causing him to let out a soft groan before leaning in closer and slowly taking it into your mouth. His hand quickly finds its way deep into your hair once more grabbing it as he lets out another groan at the feeling. You begin to bob your head up and down his length, allowing your tongue to roam all over before pulling up and using it to gently lick his tip a few times.

“Fuck baby, so good” He moans gripping your hair tighter as he watches you work. Your mouth slides over his dick again, taking in as much as you can using your hands to stroke the rest.

“Be a good girl and take it all,” He groans and pushes your head further down on his cock causing you to slightly gag but you continue as tears form in your eyes. Your hand strokes his balls as your tongue proceeds to lick all over. You begin to feel his dick twitch in your mouth as you slightly hum sending vibrations along it.

“I'm so close baby, don't stop,” He moans softly, stroking your hair as you keep bobbing your head faster taking him all in as his tip hits the back of your throat. His hips buckle up as he grips your hair once more pulling your head back, you continue to stroke him as your mouth remains open, sticking your tongue out ready for his load. He shuts his eyes and lets out a loud grunt cumming into your mouth as you lick your lips and swallow.

“My good fucking girl,” He says in a husky tone and wipes off remaining cum from your lips with his thumb shoving it into your mouth, his eyes locked on yours as you suck it clean. His hand slides down to grab your neck again pulling you close.

“Open,” He says and without hesitation you open your mouth as he leans in to spit in it. You swallow as a slight grin appears on his face, he pulls you in kissing you hard.

“Such a good little slut for daddy huh?” You slightly bit your lower lip and nod.

“Do we think she deserves a reward?” His hand slides up to grab your jaw as you both don't break eye contact.

“Yes daddy,” you almost whine and nod once more. He studies you for a moment before nodding.

“Get up, lay down,” He pats at the edge of the bed, you do as he says and wait for him as he pulls off his tshirt leaving himself completely naked aside from his silver chains around his neck. You bit your lip at the view of him wanting him deep inside you. You press your thighs together but he's quick to push them apart, grabbing the edge of your shorts, pulling them down and throwing them off to the side.

“Those look so good on you,” He licks his lips at your black lace thong “But sadly they have to come off,” He rips them off tossing them as well.

“Vinnie I just b--!” you attempt to say but get cut off by his warning look shutting you up. He leans over moving his hand to your neck once more pulling you in to kiss you deeply as his other hand cups your pussy causing you to slightly moan into the kiss.

He slides two fingers in between your folds feeling your wetness and pulls away to groan softly against your lips.

“Look at you, so wet for me and I’ve barely touched you,” He rubs your clit causing you to moan once more as your back slightly arches off the bed. He slowly enters two fingers into you pumping them in and out at a steady pace.

“Vinnie,” you bit your lower lip moving your hand down to grip his.

“I want to taste you,” He said in a husky tone, getting down pushing your legs even more apart and replacing his thumb on your clit with his tongue sucking at it.

“Oh my-- don't stop” your hand moved to grip his hair pushing him further in, your eyes rolled back at the pleasure as his fingers continued to work in and out of you at a fast pace.

“Cum for daddy,” He whispered against your heat before letting his tongue trailed up and down causing your legs to shake. You felt your walls begin to clench around his fingers as he suddenly curled them hitting your g-spot, you tried to push his head away from the overwhelming pleasure but he didn't budge.

“V-Vin, I'm about to cum” you moaned loudly gripping his curls harder as your climax took over. He slowly pulled his fingers out, licking them all over as he leaned back down to lick you clean. You groaned softly, closing your legs still sensitive from your over stimulation.

“Delicious,” He said quietly before leaning over kissing your lips softly. Your eyes fluttered tired from your high. Before you knew it you were flipped over on your stomach and he was behind you.

“Ass up baby,” He growled, giving your behind a hard slap, causing you to wince but you followed his orders quickly. You got on all four as he positioned himself behind you. One hand gripped your hip as the other slid up your back to the back of your neck pushing it down into the bed.

“I said ass,” He ordered once more as you nodded. Your cheek pressed to the bed sheets as you bit your lower lip nervous but also excited. You liked it when he played rough, but he was also in a bad mood today so you didn't know what to expect. Before you could even have another thought he slammed into you hard causing you to scream gripping the sheets next to you.

“Fuck, you’re so tight” He groaned at the feeling as he thrusted in and out of you at a fast and hard pace as his anger got the best out of him. It hurt but you tried your best to keep it together in hopes it would get better. Your teeth sunk harder into your bottom lip as your eyes shut feeling him deep inside you as he kept going with no remorse.

“Vin, slow down” You mumbled moving your hand behind you pushing him back a bit. He grabbed your hand and moved it down to press it above your head into the bed.

“Take it like the good little slut you are,” His voice husky as he leaned in to growl in your ear, holding your hand in place for a few moments before moving it in between the both of you to slowly rub your clit. His thrusts slowed down a bit but remained just as hard causing you to moan. He rubbed your clit harder as his other hand gripped tightly at your hip keeping a good rhythm going.

“Yes, yes right there,” you moaned loudly at the feeling as your eyes rolled back, your hips meeting his with every thrust. You could feel his dick in your stomach from how deep he was.

“There she is,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he picked up his pace again. The room filled with skin slapping skin noises as he watched himself slide in and out of you. His hand on your hip slid up your back once more reaching your hair and grabbing it all together tugging at it. It hurt but in the best way. You could feel your climax coming as you turned into a moaning mess.

“You feel so good baby, I love the way your pussy feels around my dick,” He groaned as his words sent chills down your spine causing your legs to shake. He leaned his head back before lifting his leg up fucking into you hard from a different angle finding your g-spot once again.

“Holy shit, Vin,” you cried in pleasure as you felt your walls begin to clench around his dick. “I'm about to cum,”

“Hold it,” He demanded and kept going, wanting to climax at the same time. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as you gripped the sheets tighter. His hand on your clit not moving driving you insane.

“I'm close, don't you dare cum” He groaned as you felt his dick twitch inside of you, feeling like you were ready to explode.

“Vinnie,” you moaned loudly as he moved his hand shoving you into the bed getting in a few more thrusts.

“Cum baby,” He moaned, stiffening inside you as you immediately came all over his dick. You both rode out your highs as he slowly pulled out of you grabbing a towel to clean you up as you laid there tired and breathless.

After throwing the towel in his basket he walked back over to the bed as you turned over on your back grabbing a blanket to cover yourself. He laid next to you putting his arm around you pulling you to him as you both stayed silent for a few minutes.

“Was it too much for you?” He said quietly looking down at you as you hugged into his chest. He felt guilty for taking it out on you.

“No, im fine Vin” you nodded and looked up reassuring him. He gave you a slight smile kissing your forehead.

“I'm sorry about earlier,” He sighed, “I shouldn't have shoved you like that or said what I said,” He leaned his head back against the headboard.

“It's okay, I know you're having a rough time right now, I just wish you’d talk to me instead of shut me out,” you looked up at him and placed a hand on his cheek stroking it softly with your thumb, he leaned into it closing his eyes for a moment before nodding.

“I know, its stupid of me, I just get too deep into myself sometimes,” His eyes fluttered open as he reached for your hand placing his over it before taking it and kissing the inside of your palm.

“I love you, thank you for caring for me and still sticking around even though I can be a shit boyfriend,” He held your hand tightly.

“You don't need to say that and you are not a shit boyfriend Vin, I care because I love you and want you to be happy” you kissed his bare chest as he held onto you tightly.

“You make me happy, only you” He leans in to kiss you softly as you kiss him back smiling.

-------------

feedback is always appreciated <3

#vinniehacker #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker smut #vinnie hacker smuts #smut #fanfiction #love #romance #vinnie x reader #mature #vinnie #hacker

706 notes · View notes

markberries · 4 years

Text

a l o n e t i m e┊draco malfoy

ALONE TIME — DRACO MALFOY

info: you and the infamous draco malfoy were always at each other’s throats, so when you’re by yourself planning to prank the irritating slytherin, you take this as an opportunity to finally relieve yourself. but of course, things go a little unexpectedly.

warnings: absolute filth, smut smut smUT !! cursing

genre: SMUT, fluff at the end, enemies to lovers, gryffindor!reader word count: 2400+

a/n: ok so like... i got onto dracotok, and decided to write this. it's been awhile so i hope u enjoy!! btw this isnt edited at all (n if u know me irl, no u dont)

god — you absolutely despised draco malfoy.

he reminded you of why you asked the sorting house to not place you into slytherin; he was rude, a smartass, and an asshole.

everyone knew how much you and draco liked to bicker with each other. it's almost as if he knew what got under your skin, or maybe it was because everything he said gave you the urge to tell him to shut up. he would never stop talking about how you would ruin the school's reputation, being an international student from north america.

honestly, arguing with draco had been a regular thing. maybe a few small pranks here and there, but that was only when he had royally pissed you off (it happens quite often). although you did find draco quite attractive, it was completely overlooked by how much of an arse he was.

you sat in the dining hall with your fellow gryffindor students, harry, hermione, and ron. they were the only ones you really talked to, well in your year at least.

from across the room, you locked eyes with draco. you glared at him, then rolled your eyes, focusing your attention back to your three friends.

"seriously y/n, if you want to ace herbology, you're going to need to listen to me," hermione mutters, continuing to go over notes with you.

"sorry, it's just malfoy has been giving me dirty looks, kind of in the mood to punch him right now," you snort, then feeling hermione flick your forehead shortly after. "come on y/n, you can deal with malfoy later."

"how long have you and malfoy been going at each other?" ron asks, "it feels like it's been decades."

you laugh, "it's only been a year, alright? and it's only because he's such an ass."

"me? an ass?" you hear malfoy emitting from behind you, you could practically hear the arrogance dripping from his voice. you roll your eyes, then turn to look at him.

"listen here malfoy," you hiss, "i swear to god, if you don't fuck off, i will personally, beat the shit out of you."

malfoy laughs, looking back at his friends, than back at you. "looks like the pretty girl has a potty mouth," he says through his laughter.

"get out of here malfoy," harry told draco, and draco only replied with the roll of his eyes.

"whatever, potter. see you guys around, and watch yourself, y/n. you never know what's coming."

malfoy leaves after that, and you groan in annoyance. hermione breathes deeply, feeling the same amount of irritation as you.

"how do you put up with his shenanigans? i cannot stand malfoy," ron states, venom lacing his voice when he says malfoy's name.

"well you know," you sigh, "it just never ends. i get him back for doing something to me, and then he does something even worse after, but i don't mind."

harry looks at you with confusion in his eyes, "what do you mean you don't mind? i would definitely mind."

"well," you pause, glancing at draco who is already glaring at you, "i've been thinking. ever wanted to see draco with red hair?"

"oh my god, y/n no! we'll lose a terrible amount of points!" hermione gasps, closing her notebook to convince you that this would be a big mistake.

"it would be worth it," harry chuckles, imagining how draco would react to having gryffindor's colours among his head.

"harry!" hermione snaps.

"by the way y/n, are you coming to the common room party tonight?" ron asks, but you shake your head. "no, i don't think so. i want to prepare for malfoy's new hair do, but i'm sure you will have fun."

"but y/n! i need you there to survive," hermione begs, she's told you before that she was so excited to have another girl in her friend group, if that's what you can call it. she didn't mind being the only girl with ron and harry, but it was a nice change to have you there.

"i'm sorry hermione, next time, i promise!" you smile, winking at her and tilting your head.

"okay.. just be careful with malfoy, alright?"

—

you sat in bed, reading spells that you could do to make draco's hair red. even if there wasn't a spell, you had red hair dye ready to go.

while you were sitting there by yourself, you couldn't help but realize it had been ages since you were left alone, you were almost always surrounded by people, and that means it's been awhile since you had "relieved" yourself.

i shouldn't let an opportunity go to waste, right? you thought to yourself, fuck it.

you placed the book onto your bedside table and removed your cute little pyjama pants that had penguins on them, discarding them onto the floor and sticking a hand down your black lace underwear.

you brought your fingers to your clit, letting out a mewl. it truly felt so nice to finally be able to touch yourself again, after months of not doing anything.

you slowly trailed your fingers to your folds, collecting the building up wetness. you slid your fingers up and down, rubbing on your clit a little more as well. you slapped your free hand onto your mouth to cover up any loud noises.

you moaned to yourself, shutting your eyes as you played with your little bundle of nerves, before sliding a finger into your pussy swiftly, moaning quietly. lost in the moment, you began thinking of draco, sure he was a douche, but he had a pretty face, and that was good enough for you at the moment.

you imagined what it would feel like for his finger to pump into you like this, how it would feel like for him to call you pet names as you moaned.

you slid another finger in, whimpering even louder as you felt the unforgotten feeling of the knot being formed in your stomach. you imagined how it would feel like for draco to kiss you as he finger fucked you, how it would feel like if he curled his fingers in your pussy as you moaned his name.

"draco.." you whimpered quietly.

"oh love," someone said from the shadows.

you immediately froze, retracting your hand from your panties as you scrambled to cover yourself with your blanket. you heard footsteps, and then saw a familiar figure emerge from the darkness.

"what do we have here?" the platinum blonde boy smirked, staring at your embarrassed form on your bed. "never thought someone like you would be wanting me this badly."

"what the fuck, draco?" you whisper-shouted, holding the blanket to your chest and staring at him with furrowed brows, "you better get out of here before you regret being here in the first place."

"ah yes," draco chuckled, walking closer to you, "i would love to leave and tell everyone about how you were moaning my name as you touched yourself." you wanted nothing more than to smack that stupid, hot smirk off of draco's face.

"what the hell do you want?" you asked, quickly looking at what he was wearing. a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of black dress pants.

"i was actually here to dye your hair green, you see, i saw you weren't at the party, and thought you were sleeping, but i can see it's obvious that you weren't. but now," draco explained, "y/n, the question is," he took a seat on your bed, lifting your chin to look into your eyes, "what do you want, hmm?"

his eyes trailed to your exposed neck and shoulders, "do you want me to bend you over like the bad girl you are? or do you want me to fuck you with my fingers, is that it?"

you stayed silent.

you hated the fact that you could feel yourself getting wetter as he spoke, and you hated how much you wanted him. you wanted him to do all those things, and more. you wanted him to make you say his name, you wanted to tangle your fingers in his hair as he fucked you.

"perhaps i misread the situation," draco said, rising from his position and dusting off his pants. "i better be going, crabbe and goyle may be looking for me already."

you grabbed his arm, "draco malfoy, i swear to god that if you don't fuck me, i will kill you." draco smirks at you once again, "now that's something i'd like to hear."

draco gets into your bed as you lower the blanket, exposing your top half, only being covered by your bra. he gets on top of you, kissing you with desire and hunger. you moan into his mouth as you feel him unhook your bra and grab your breast. he takes this as the perfect chance to slip his tongue into your mouth, asserting dominance with your own.

he breaks the kiss, panting to take off his own clothes and throw them onto the ground.

"you know, i always thought you were hot," malfoy says, and you scoff. he throws your bra onto the floor as well, before getting on top of you again and kissing your neck.

"i never thought that i'd get to fuck you, though."

you palm him through his boxers, and he groans, hardening quicker by the minute. he bites down softly on your neck, making you gasp. he drags his hand down to your clothed heat, rubbing you through the thin fabric.

you bite down on your lip, wrapping your arms around draco's neck. he kisses your collarbone, before tucking his hand in your panties, playing with your clit between his two fingers.

"love, i think these drenched undies of yours are gonna have to go," he says, grabbing the elastic part, pulling it back and then letting it go, slapping your skin lightly. "mind if i take them off?"

you quickly shake your head no, and he puts on that smug smile of his, before going down to crotch level, and sliding your panties down in a one, quick movement.

"god, i bet you imagined this," draco muttered, sliding a finger into your already soaking core. "all prettied up for me, saying my name.."

he slowly inserts a finger into you, pumping in and out slowly. "fuck, draco!" you moan, grabbing onto the bed sheets. it feels so much better to have him with his finger inside you, pressing light kisses to your stomach.

he inserts another finger, pumping faster this time. "how do i make you feel, hmm? how much did you want this? did you want to come with my fingers inside you?"

draco keeps his fingers inside you, thrusting them at a steady pace, but he comes up to look at your face. you screw your eyes shut, enveloping yourself in the pleasure.

"look at me, love," draco says sternly, making you lock eyes with him. he puts another finger inside you. "do you want to come like this?"

you nod furiously, intertwining your fingers in his hair. "oh god draco.. i'm gonna come.. fuck.."

suddenly, draco removes his fingers from your insides, chuckling to himself as he sees your face form into a vicious glare, almost as if you were ready to slap him. you clenched around nothing, irritated with draco for retracting his fingers as you were just about to reach your high.

"what the fuck, draco?" you yelled, he just laughed and sat up from his position.

"we're just getting to the good part, love, and you're lucky i brought condoms just in case. now be a good girl and turn around for me, yeah?"

you quickly obliged, scrambling to get on your hands and knees as draco rolls on the condom.

"tell me how much you want this," draco whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. he lines up with your entrance, only waiting for your word.

"i want this so much," you say, panting.

draco squeezes your ass, "not good enough."

"for fuck sakes draco, i want you to fuck me. i want you to mess up my insides and make me moan your name. that's what i want, malfoy."

draco doesn't help himself after that, he thrusts into you, making you yelp and grab a fistful of the bed sheets. you clench around him, making him groan out in pleasure. "do that again, fuck. it feels so good to be inside you like this."

malfoy grabs the headboard, slamming into you at a moderate speed, and you could feel your high approaching.

"you take my dick so well, y/n, i've wanted nothing more than to take you into my room and fuck you just like this," he admits. the sound of your skin slapping is the only thing that could be heard in the room, other than the party going on in the common room.

you feel a knot forming as draco hits a spot in you, making you whimper. "right.. there.. fuck!" you yell, as draco continues to hit the same spot.

"i'm gonna come," draco grunts, picking up the pace and biting his lip. "are you gonna come with me, love?"

"yes! yes! i'm gonna... fucking come!" you moan, your arms almost giving out as draco's thrusts become deeper and faster.

"come then, i wanna hear you scream my name," draco groans, slapping your ass lightly. "f-fuck! i'm-"

"draco!" you cry out in pleasure, as the knot in your stomach untangles in the most euphoric way. draco pulls out, taking off the condom and throwing it in the trash. you collapse on the bed, breathing heavily with sweat glistening on every inch of your body. you feel a dip in the bed beside you, and you hear draco panting.

"well," draco says, facing you. you turn your head to see him with a confident grin on his face. "unexpected, huh?"

"yeah whatever, shut up malfoy," you reply, now turning to lay on your back, but still looking at draco. "still don't like you."

"i think different," he teased, playing with strands of your hair. "i think you like me."

you scoff, "as if! i just needed some dick."

"okay y/n, whatever you say," he grinned, "but how about i take you out to hogsmeade, and lets see if you have a change in heart."

#draco malfoy #harry potter #draco smut #draco fluff #draco imagine #draco scenario #ron weasley #hermione granger #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy imagine

4K notes · View notes

teddy06writes · 3 years

Note

sum angst for sapnap x quackity x karl x reader if requests are open, i dont remember if they are, and if u feel up to it

sapnap x karl x quackity x reader + sleepy bois x sibling!reader

trigger warnings: yelling, swearing, character death

this is an in game au so be aware of that

premise: you’ve been on the inside, spying on Shlatt for pogtopia, you thought you had had him convinced that the spy was Tubbo (Who knew just about nothing about pogtopia) but during the festival Shlatt asks you to make a speech... after the festival, things begin to fall apart

(y/n/n)- your nickname

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“And you’re sure about this? You’re positive that it’s him and not Quackity?” Shlatt asked.

The festival was in two days, Wilbur’s plan to blow Manburg was in place, and suddenly huge evidence of things you had berried was piling up. Your entire position as Pogopia’s spy was at risk.

“I’m positive Mr. President. I caught Tuboo poking around in some tunnels, trying to talk to TommyInnt just yesterday,” You lied straight through your teeth, “The log I found behind the files proves it.”

You held up the book, truly a work of your own notes, signed in you co workers hand.

Shlatt took it, quickly skimming through the pages, “Hmmm, this is significant evidence to condemn the kid. We’ll have to do something about.”

“Maybe we should exile him, like Wilbur and Tommy.” You suggested carefully.

He considered it for a moment, a wide jagged grin spreading across his face, “Or... we could execute him,” He seemed to take pleasure in your shock, “Publicly. We have been needing a slam finish for that festival.”

“Shlatt Tubbo is just a child!”

Shlatt glared down at you, “Sorry, what was that? It almost sounded like you were trying to go against the word of the president.”

The threat chilled you to the core, and you strained to stay calm, “With all due respect Mr. President, Tubbo is only 16, and there are other ways to deal with insurgents.”

“Insurgents? As in there's multiple now?” Alex strode into the room, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you breathed a slight sigh of relief.

“Yes, your partner here has just informed me that our dear Tubbo is a traitor,” Shlatt slammed the journal onto the desk, ignoring the glare Alex gave him when you jumped, “He’s been spying on Manburg for Pogtopia.”

Alex reached for the book, flipping to the last page and reading allowed, “If there is ever a time to strike, it would be during the Manburg festival, though it is worth noting Wilbur’s plan of destroying L’Manburg should be put off as long as possible.”

“When I caught them in the tunnels under the city, they were talking about tnt,” You said, the shake in your voice all too real, as forced tears began to prick in your eyes, “Wilbur’s going to blow it up.”

Shlatt looked at you clearly searching for something, but giving up once you fully began to cry, turning to burry your face in your boyfriends shoulder.

The president sighed, annoyed, “Get them outta here Quackity, I can’t work when there's fucking crying in my office.”

“It’s probably just the stress, sir. I’ll get them home.” Alex carefully led you out of the white house, and you were grateful, unknowing how much of the emotion was real or not.

“Oh god! Is (y/n) okay?” Karl asked as soon as Alex had gotten you to where he was decorating party island.

“Yeah, they’ll uh- they’ll be alright. Shlatt, Manburg, stress, you know?” He eased you down to sit on one of the benches, and quickly Karl moved to sit and wrap his arms around you.

“Hey, I’ve gotta get back to work. I’ll see you guys tonight.” Alex quickly pecked at your cheek, and then Karl’s lips before heading back in the direction of the white house.

“What happened?” Karl asked softly once he had gone.

You sniffled, leaning into his embrace, “Work’s stuff. The festival’s getting stressful.”

“Yeah, well I’m helping Tubbo with the last of the decorating tomorrow,” He paused, “You’re missing Wilbur and Tommy aren’t you?”

You nodded, “I miss them and Techno and Phil. I miss home.”

Your duties as a spy didn’t entail much seeing your brothers, just taking down notes of what was going on in Manburg and leaving them in a remote chest for Wilbur to collect later.

“We all miss home. But think about it this way, if you hadn’t come here, you wouldn’t’ve found me, or Alex, or Nick,” Karl said, looking out at the rest of Manburg, “We wouldn’t have this place without you or your brothers, and even Shlatt can’t change that.”

You smiled a bit at that, “Thanks Karl.”

“And! You don’t have to worry about decorations for the festival cause I’m helping Tubbo with it tomorrow!”

Though it was meant to cheer you up you felt your heart sink lower, he and Nick still didn’t know, and wouldn’t about what would be planned for the festival, but hopefully Alex would understand the burden.

“So why is there a festival?”

Nick had just arrived back in Manburg from a while’s stay in the SMP, and was very confused by the posters lining the streets.

“Shlatt wants to celebrate democracy, so he’s had Tubbo and I organize a festival.” You explained.

He cocked an eyebrow, “And what does Wilbur think of this?”

Nick was still the only one who’d found out about your allegiances to Pogtopia, only by mistake, when he’d caught you making the journey back from the cavern.

“Wilbur thinks it’s an opportunity,” You sighed, quickly scribbling down a new messege to the boys, “Techno think’s it’s a waste of time and energy, the anarchist energy’s been shining through more and more lately.”

“So who do you agree with?” He asked carefully.

“Neither, Wilbur’s gone manic, Techno is- well he’s Technoblade, and Tommy just goes along with what Wil says.” You tucked each note into an envelope, folding them between the pages of the newest set of notes.

You looked up to meet Nick’s eyes, “I’m worried about what Friday will bring. I’ve tried to throw Shlatt off my trail and it seems like it’s working I just-”

You broke off as Nick wrapped his arms around you, “Hey, it’ll be okay. And if he tries anything, I’ll be there to protect you,” He chuckled, “Hell, maybe it’ll be the only time your brothers and I agree.”

“Maybe.” You mumbled.

“Woah! Are you guys cuddling without us?” Karl feigned shock as he came into the living room with Alex.

“I would never!” You forced a laugh.

“(y/n), come on, we’ve gotta go get ready to meet Shlatt.” Alex nudged you.

You sighed, starting to snuggle back into Nick’s grip, wishing the small amount of morning calm would last, “Do we have too?”

“Yeah, you know he won’t be happy if we’re late.”

You looked at Karl and Nick, still mostly asleep, and then back at him, quietly admitting, “I’m scared today could change everything.”

He sighed, immediately shifting back down into be, “I suppose we could stay a bit longer.”

Slowly, the other boys woke up, but the room remained in silence, as if everyone could feel the coming tension, as if even moving would shatter the peace of the day.

Carefully, Karl broke the silence, “We’re gonna be okay guys. The festival is gonna be awesome. Wilbur wouldn’t do anything to ruin it for (y/n).”

“If what they found out is true, you guys could all be at risk.” Alex murmured.

Nick sighed, “I don’t care who’s bad side I get on, it’s gonna be anything to keep you all safe.”

Each of you heard a different meaning behind his words, but still none of you spoke.

“Whatever happens today, we’ll make it through, the country, may not.” You said, voice wavering, but still with a note of finality.

By midday the festival was in full swing, and surprising your older brother had actually shown up for the festivities.

“Strange seeing you here,” You laughed, nudging him, “A celebration of a government.”

“It’d be rude to turn down an invitation ta one a these,” He sighed, glancing around, “Where’s your boyfriends hanging around at, I haven’t threatened them yet today.”

You chuckled, “Q’s helping Shlatt with the last of the prep for the speeches. Sapnap’s supposedly trying to figure a way to cheat Fundy’s dunk tank and Karl’s over there.” You gestured to where he, Tubbo, Sam and Bad were running around at Party Island.

“mmm, hey, uh, your note the other day, you weren’t serious about framing the kid right?”

You sucked in a breath, tightening the grip on the sword at your side, “It was him or Al- Quackity, I couldn’t do that to him. Whatever they’re planning I’m going to stop them.”

Techno look back at the stage warily, “I’ll back you up if I can.”

Soon everyone was being called to take there seats in the audience as you, Tubbo, Alex, and Shlatt took to the stage.

“Well everyone!” Shlatt addressed the crowd, “Thank you for coming to this wonderful celebration of democracy! Things sure have gotten bet around here, I’m gonna give the mic to Tubbo, the main organizer of this event, for his speech.”

Tubbo grinned, shuffling his notecards as he took Shlatt’s spot in front of the microphone, “Hello everyone! I’m honestly so excited to be here right now!”

As Tubbo rambled on about Wilbur and Tommy’s banishment, you stood back, wishing you could’ve stood on the same side of the stage as Alex.

Looking out over the crowd gathered you tried not to let your gaze wander to Tommy and Wilbur, who you knew were perched on the top of a near by building.

“And uh yeah! To democracy!” Tubbo concluded.

You could almost here Alex chuckle as he started to turn to the chest on the side of the stage, ready to grab the materials to box the boy in.

“That was nice, hey, uh, (y/n), dear (y/n), my secretary of state, I uh, I hate to put you on the spot here, but uh, why don’t you come up and make a speech?” You blood ran cold at Shlatts words.

On the other side of the stage Alex froze as well, out in the crowd no one suspect anything, so you clasped your hands behind your back to hide the tremors and moved in front of the microphone.

“Well, uh hi guys! I honestly didn’t except to be up here making a speech today, so I’m not quite sure if this will even turn out coherent,” You laughed, out of the corner of your eye you noticed Tommy tensing, “I remember, soon after I followed my brothers to this land, we fought in a war. L’manburg’s war for independence was long and hard, and I often thought we would never see a better time, but standing here, it is very clear to me that this country has changed since the election.

“This country, since gaining it’s independence has changed my life, and it weighs on my heart that My L’manburg has a ruler such as Mr. JShlatt. We fought for this land, my brothers and I, and here we are today, with so much progress made! So, my friends, my colleges, here's to Our L’manburg!”

Everyone began to cheer, only to be cut off my Shlatt’s harsh laugh, “Oh, (y/n), it’s Manburg now remember? or did you forget while you were off conspiring with your brothers in Pogtopia?”

Tubbo pushed a still frozen Alex out of the way to grab the materials, beginning to box you in.

“S- shlatt?” You quickly turned on the emotion, turning frantically as they caged you in, “Shlatt what are you talking about?”

“Shlatt what the hell are you doing?” Alex asked.

“Oh, you didn't know? Your partners a traitor!” Shlatt laughed again.

Alex turned to you, now trapped between the throne and the mic stand, looking betrayed.

“I didn’t do anything! Shlatt! Please!” Though a few days before most of the emotion had been real, but now you were thankful for your acting skills, blubbering, “Alex! Alex look at me it wasn’t me! I didn’t do anything!”

Down in the stands Nick was halfway to standing, pushing Karl back down into his own seat.

“Or really? So that book wasn’t forged? That chest you used to pass messages? You tried to turn them against me!” Tubbo exclaimed.

“I didn’t- I- I would never betray my country!” You sobbed, forcing tears to leak from your eyes.

“Oh shut up,” Shlatt turned to the crowd, “Technoblade, front and center, get up here.”

Shakily Techno stood, quietly moving up to stand on the stage as Alex backed off the stage, looking between you and Shlatt with mixes of betrayal and shock.

“What uh, what you need me up here for Shlatt?”

“I want you to take care of them, make a public example.”

Techno coughed awkwardly, “You- you want me ta kill m’ sibling?”

“No!” You exclaimed, “Techno please...”

Shlatt glared at you, “Cut the crap (y/n)! We all know you aren’t actually this god damn emotional!”

Sapnap was fully in the isle now, sword drawn, and up on the roof You saw Wilbur clamping a hand over Tommy’s mouth to keep him to keep him from giving them away.

Sighing you wiped away the fake tears, “You have to admit, Shlatt, you believed me, you trusted me!”

Shlatt just rolled his eyes, “Techno get on it, snap too! I’ve got places to be.”

Techno slung his crossbow off his shoulder uncertainly, “(y/n)?”

All the fear from the morning came flooding back, but you shoved it down, leaning forward, to make eye contact with Shlatt, “You kill me now and nothing will change! This place will still go down hill and my brothers will still plot against you! All my secrets go down with me!”

“Shut your mouth and die already!”

Your nails dug into your palms, “Don’t make them watch Shlatt, have some mercy, if you want to kill me kill me, but don’t make my boys watch, don’t make Techno do it.”

“Get it over with!”

You leaned forward, gritting your teeth, “You heard the man, kill me.”

“(y/n), I can’t- you- yo- I-”

“Do it.” You hissed.

Time slowed, and Techno slowly raised the crossbow.

You looked out, past him, over the rolling fields of L’manburg, your home.

Niki out in the crowd wore a look of horror, hiding her face in Eret’s shoulder, who wore a simillar look for fear. Fundy wore a steely expression clearly close to breaking, Sam looked down right terrified, as Bad hid his eyes in his hands.

To your left Tubbo looked scared even though he’d put you in the cage, you were glad it was you and not him.

Shlatt wore his usual evil grin, pupil’s dilated.

Up on the roof, Tommy, your little brother looked horrified, Wilbur still holding him back with a neutral expression, Techno, now directly in front of you, was nearly in tears, your big brother, who swore to protect you, now being your end, it seemed almost poetic.

Behind him Nick was running up the isle, sword drawn, though you knew he’d be to late, Karl, lip quivering sat frozen, and Alex, his face still was filled with betrayal.

You looked up, took a deep breath and then time resumed, Techno pulled the trigger and everything went black.

{(y/n) went off with a bang}

It was cold.

Dark.

You didn’t now where you were as you drifted through a world you barley recognized.

Where was this?

How did you get there?

Vaguely you remembered a festival, your brothers, plus your boyfriends, oh how you loved them.

Your friends had been there too.

You looked back down to see L’manburg, ‘home!’ you thought happily.

You drifted towards your house, a voice in the back of your brain wondering, ‘why am I not walking?’

“What the fuck was that?” A loud voice cut through the air.

‘Nicky!’ you thought happily, following the sound.

“What the hell do you mean?”

‘Alex!’

You entered the room, finding them standing on opposite side, Karl, huddled in the corner.

“You are so fucking stupid! You know that? You let them die! They’re fucking dead because of you!”

“They were a fucking traitor! They got what was coming to them!”

“They loved you!” Nick screamed back, “They loved you and me and Karl, and their brothers! And now there gone! Because of You and Fucking Shlatt!”

What were they talking about?

“They fucking betrayed us! They betrayed Manburg! You saw the fucking acting they did! How do you know they ever loved us!”

From the corner Karl sobbed, and instinctively you moved to comfort him, but instead you passed right through.

‘what the hell?’

You had no time to dwell however because Nick shouted, “Etheir way you let them die! They’d be here if you’d interfered!”

“But I didn’t wooupdy do! They were a traitor!”

“They were trying to save their home!”

“WELL MAYBE THEY SHOULD’VE CONSIDERED THAT I WAS TRYING TO BUILD IT UP!”

“You and Shlatt never did anything but tare this place to the ground.” It was only a whisper, but Nick’s words sent Alex spinning on his heel and heading out the door.

“Fuck you! Fuck you! I am aware that my best isn’t good enough! So fuck you!”

The door slammed, and Nick only blinked a moment before Karl quietly asked, “Why did you do that?”

“What?”

“Now he’s gone too!”

Karl’s voice made your heart shatter.

“You think that’s my fault?! Clearly he didn’t give a shit about us, or them, other wise he would’ve stopped Shlatt.”

“They said we’d be okay! But we’re not!” Karl sobbed.

“I can fucking see that! God damn Karl! What did you except?”

“I-”

Before he could finish the door was slamming again.

Karl leaned back against the wall, staring straight through you whispering, “Why did you have to go (y/n/n)? You only just brought us together! We only just figured it out.”

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagines #sapnap x reader #karl jacobs x reader #quackity x reader #sapnap x karl x quackity x reader #teddy06 writes

532 notes · View notes

milkacchan · 4 years

Text

Request for anon: Can I have Present mic, Aizawa, and all might where they learn their young student is fatherless? Like... their father walked out/went to prison when they were young. I'm sorry if this is time consuming, but I can't stop sobbing over my father.

I'm the situation baby but remember it wasn't your fault

I changed it up a little bit with Mics- I hope you don't mind

Present Mic:

• from the getgo something was wrong

• The moment you walked into class he could tell

• You looked like shit

• Dark bags under your eyes, hair messily brushed, just to get it out if your face, and your eyes were a light red.

• You didn't look particularly happy to be there either

• something turns in his stomach, a gut feeling that something really had went down

• And he hated seeing his students upset

• but he was relatively close to you to begin with, his felt different

• He felt like he had to do something

• Everyone settled into their seats as the bull rung but his eyes remained on you

• You honestly didn't pay attention during the lesson

• He could tell as much

• class finishes and the bell rings but you sit still, and it's not until most of the students have trickled out of the room do you start packing up

• He walks over and kneels in front of the desk "You okay there? You don't look so good," he looks concerned and his heart drops when he sees your lip start to quiver

• It takes you 0.27 seconds to break and you're frantically wiping your eyes as sobs wrack your body

• He's got his arms wrapped around you in seconds and you're leaning into his shoulder.

• He isn't sure exactly how long you're crying for but eventually you calm down enough to get out a coherent sentence

• "My-My dad was arrested Friday night. He won't tell me why- he won't let anyone else tell me why and I don't know what else to do," you cry, "I miss him so much and its only been a few days- I don't- I don't have anyone else, Mr. Hazashi,"

• And you're crying again.

• He has you take the rest of the day off, in fact he takes the day with you

• He calls in a sub (you don't know what strings he had to pull for that but you don't ask, at this point you don't care) and you two dip

• He takes you to get food, real food, that'll make you feel better

• He knows that'll help a little

• and after that he takes you to get something sweet- that tends to help mood and blood pressure and anxiety

• So he does his best with you

• He nutures you the best way he knows how

• if you need anything and I mean ANYTHING this man has you covered

• He does his best to step up in any way he can

• first off he extends his assignment deadlines and cancels two tests. Who needs them anyway.

• And you eat lunch in his classroom because he can well tell you don't want to talk to anyone else right now

• He closes it off (seemingly) so in reality its just you and him

• He'll probably tell Aizawa too but on the downlow (just so he knows)

• When holidays roll around, the dorms close.

• In this case- he let's you stay with him. He has an extra bedroom. He doesn't want you to stay in an empty house.

• You also get his phone number (which you gladly use) for anything really

• Bored? He'll deliver some shitty puns.

• Confused about homework? Text him.

• having a mental breakdown? He's got you covered.

• You got memes? Please for the love of God send them to him.

• The dynamic eventually shifts to a VERY father daughter relationship.

• He knows he'll never replace your dad. He understands that wholeheartedly, but he wants you to have someone

• He actually gets a letter from your dad, thanking him for taking care of you

• but he really doesn't mind

Aizawa:

• He had a feeling that there was something going on at home. Or rather, a lack of something.

• He's dealt with it in the oast- with himself and with past students and current ones

• Shinsou

• I mean, aside from that fact whenever parents were mentioned, you'd either stiffen up or wrinkle your nose

• You didn't really like the subject of parents

• There was an essay prompt about parents (nothing too personal) nd you ended up writing it on the extinction of dinosaurs and why God fucked up instead

"It'd be absolutely stellar to see huge lizards roaming the earth and occasionally stepping on people, you know? Jurassic park was onto something."

• Man's couldn't even fail you on it because it was written v well

• Anyway, he doesn't pry too much. He just silently figures it out by process if elimination and pattern.

• He doesn't really care too much

• In the sense if it doesn't define you and he doesn't help you because he pities you

• he helps you because he seems potential

• He takes you under his wing with shinsou

• Yall spend a whole summer training

• And that's when it all came out

• It was an accident really.

• Shinsou was tired, exhausted really

• and when people get tired- that tired- sometimes they spout random shot they wouldn't usually say

• and thats what he did

• he went on about his home life

• and if he could, you could too right?? You could trust them.

• "My dad walked out when I was a kid. Little, like 3. I have a few pictures of him holding me, but I guess it wasn't enough. I don't have any desire to meet him. Not anymore. But it left me feeling like I did something wrong? I guess? Which I suppose is why I train. Because then I feel strong. Which is a good difference from how it usually feels."

• He knew it.

• He called it.

• He was right again.

• He reassures you that you are good enough, strong enough, and his decision to leave had nothing to do with you

• and when he saw you give him a soft smile, he warmed.

• I mean really, it only goes up from there

• he'll deny it, or grumble under his breath, but he seems you two as his own

• Like these aren't my kids but they are my kids

• When dorms close on holiday yall get to stay because that's where he lives too

• Like if you chose too

• he's not gonna force you to stay but if you don't want to go home, you don't have too

• He has that power

• He will buy you food

• all you gotta do is ask

• and he'll roll his eyes and grumble something he doesn't really mean, just secretly happy that you feel comfortable enough around him to ask for something

• lmao family group chat

S: 'Hey Mr. Aizawa I found this cat. Hold on lemme send a pic'

A: 'Dont need a pic. Bring him home'

Y: 'What if he's ugly??'

A: 'gremlin. Bring him home.'

Y: 'Hey I saw this tweet that said 'kids be like watch this and do a half roundhouse spin kick clap and waste my fucking time' and it make me think of you.'

S: @ mr. Aizawa when he has to watch deku do sumn

Y: Lmaoooo like when he threw the baseball

S: LMAOO

A: Me watching you too try to figure out how to beat me in training

Y: Yikes bro

S: That was a rough one

• Does he regret giving you and shinsou his number??

• Maybe

• Not really

• Lmao super secret lunch movie days

• Every week on wendesday yall watch a movie. Usually it takes 2 or 3 days to watch the movie since lunch is only 70 minutes

• @ you accidently calling him dad one day and shinsou snickering but it stuck

• dadzawa lmaoo

Allmight:

• Man's has 2 underlings.

• You and Deku.

• Picked you up when he started teaching at UA

• Ion know let's say one day you popped off bc he said some dumb shit and you were like no sir that's clearly wrong

• schooled him in his own damn subject

• the other kids were like 😳

• what the fuck

• Anyway

• He see's you have potential

• And though he's not the best teacher, you seem to respond better to the way HE was taught

• So tbh its easier to teach you

• 'okay, now I want you to beat the shot out if that wall,'

'Okay lmao bet'

• Midoriya is like, hey mayhaps we should analyze the situation

• N ur like noe

• You just don't give a fuck

• about anything really

• other than moving up the ranks

• But even then- its not a super super big deal, you're just gonna do your best but you aren't gonna stress

• However he noticed a pattern w you (even before Midoryia brought it up to him)

• You don't let anyone in

• Midoryia knows a bit more than the other students but that's really only because he's always with you

• a good majority of the week he's w you

• but its not really a deep connection

• you don't rely on either of them

• You do your best to do things on your own.

• He knows midoryias life story

• he knows why he acts the way he does

• but he doesn't know why you do

• he has a gut feeling it could be the same as midoryia

• I mean he already had one kid who's dad dipped

• he'll surely be able to figure out you too??

• So he makes himself a promise that he'll figure it out and he'll become someone you trust

• And he does just that

• When you tell him about your nightmare of a family history he's like mm, makes sense

• but he's happy that you trust him!!!

• He's a BIG suckered for movie nights

• he's got popcorn, snacks, candy, chocolate, soda- he's prepared

• list of movies lined out all ready

• I lowkey feel like he'd be into lord of the rings or fast n furious

• fast n furious at LEAST

• He's really into American action movies

• and he has no problem sharing those movies with you

• he doesn't have a whole ton of money, like he's not rich, but if you or midoryia need something he's definitely there to get it for you

• even if ur like fam no you don't need too

• he'll buy yell food a lot

• a l o t

• and cards

• when you and midoryia get him a father's day card he thinks he's gonna cry

• You guys also have a group chat

• 'da faemilee'

• Y: "Hey dad do you have milk?"

A: "???? Do I have milk????"

Y: "ya I'm looking in your fridge n ion see any???"

A: "How'd you even get in????"

Y: "Izuku."

I: "lmaoo"

Y: Izuku you dumb bitch I left for ONE day

Y: And you got into a fight with Bakugou

I: He wanted to throw hands. I just did what you would do.

A: He's got you there

A: What do you guys want for dinner

I: Sushi

Y: Chicfila

Y: Izu square up

I: K

Y: Izu is fighting kacchow again

A: Beat his ass young midoriya

Y: Lmaoooooo

#hizashi x daughter reader #hizashi x reader #aizawa x hizashi #hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #present mic #present mic x reader #aizawa x child reader #aizawa x daughter reader #aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta #shouta aizawa #eraserhead #all might #all might x reader #mha toshinori

2K notes · View notes

xpeachesncream · 3 years

Text

acquainted | six

> series masterlist | series playlist <

summary: the biggest goal of a grad student is to get through school in one piece - no petty drama involved, no sweating over the little things. however, that plan almost always never follows through. sometimes, you can’t help but fall into the most unthinkable, unexpected traps and learn the hard way. like, exhibit a: being unable to resist your engaged, substitute teacher, kim seokjin.

pairing: jungkook x reader x engaged!teacher!seokjin

genre: grad school au, student life au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 4.7k

warnings: unprotected sex, begging, rough sex, doggy style, hair pulling, very slight dirty talk, slight hints of jealousy, very brief moment of spit play, oral (f. receiving), breast play, cum eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, marking/hickeys, cussing/mature language, angst, cuddling/after care, mentions of car accident/death, insecurities, unanswered questions, dont really know wtf this is or where it’s going, love triangle mess

tags: @laurynne5 @yiyi4657 @miinoongi @teamtardis-notdead @bluesharksandfish @photographic-girl @yonkoghan @moonchild1 (pls msg me if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

The Uber ride is silent, and part of you started to question whether or not you should continue. But, before you could really talk some sense into yourself, you had arrived at Jin's house.

You remember him dropping his address into your text thread after Chance's death anniversary, in case you ever needed anything. For which specific reasons, you had no idea what. Maybe for times like these? You were beginning to think this is what he planned all along.

As you slowly walked up to the front of his perfect family sized home up in Orinda, you felt a little weird seeing his car and what you assume is Grace's car. You also remember him briefly saying Grace would be in New York, but you double check your receipts just to make sure [on some serious hoe shit]. If anything, you could just make up some weird, bullshit excuse and run away, right? Pull the drunk student card. Hopefully, you wouldn't have to.

You ring the doorbell once and stand there awkwardly. You didn't hear any movement in the house, although the lights were on, so you hit the doorbell once more, the cold settling into your skin as the minutes go by. This was the moment you started to really question your decision. Like what the fuck, Y/N? What are we—

Lo and behold, Jin answers the door. He looks like he had just hopped out the shower since he showed up in sweats, a white longsleeve and damp hair.

"Sorry, I just hopped out the shower." He steps aside to let you in, almost like he already expected you to show up.

"It's alright." You fiddle with your fingers.

"It's freezing, are you cold? Do you want a sweater?" You look down at your leggings and the thin sweater you grabbed.

"I'm good, thanks." You say softly as you follow him deeper into the house. It's quiet for the most part, and you feel incredibly awkward walking behind him like a lost child. He stops in his kitchen, pouring himself a glass of water.

"Water? Or anything to drink? Eat, even? I might have something I could whip up for you really quickly." You chuckle.

"No, don't worry."

"Soooo, wanna tell me what you're doing here Y/N?" He chuckles at you.

"Don't flatter yourself, Jin."

"Can't help it since Jungkook doesn't seem to live here." He smirks, his hands now dug deep into the pockets of his sweats. You can't help but marvel at the sight of his long, veiny arms and the way his collarbone is poking out from his longsleeve. Oh, the thought of his hands wrapping around your neck.

"Ha-ha, very funny." You say sarcastically, crossing your arms.

"Just going along with your game." He's now closer and towering over you, subtly biting his bottom lip as he looks down at you. "You have fun with my stepbrother tonight?"

"And if I did?" At this point, your knees are buckling and you're about ready to pounce on this man with the way he's been acting.

"So then let me ask again - what are you doing here, Y/N?" His voice slightly deepened as his finger rose your chin for you to look him in the eye.

"Why ask when you know?"

"Cause I wanna hear it."

"You really wanna hear why?" You say, almost at a whisper.

"Yeah, I do." He edges his face closer to yours, the lust very apparent and strong as hell between the both of you. "Or you can show me." You suddenly can no longer hold yourself off, forgetting the events that played out until this moment. You instantly throw your bag aside and jump onto him, kissing him as he wraps his arms tightly around you to hold you up. He doesn't break the kiss as he's making his way up to the bedroom.

He gently lays you on the bed, taking off his shirt before aiding you with yours. You bite your bottom lip as you gush at the sight of his upper body, your panties feeling more soaked by the minute. You wanted every bit of him, and you were ready to get filthy, fulfilling every need Grace couldn't. He snatches your leggings off, tossing them across the room. His large hands are feeling down your entire body as he deeply kisses you. His lips move down to your jaw, then down to your neck, his tongue swiping across your skin before nipping and sucking on the surface to leave his mark. You let out a moan while your hands are in his hair.

"Fuck me, Jin. Pleeeease." You mewl as he's sucking on each breast, his tongue toying with your nipples before gently sucking and nibbling on them. He makes his way down your stomach and to your inner thighs, his long fingers hooking onto your panties and shoving them aside.

"God, Y/N. You have no idea how bad I've been wanting to fuck you." He says lowly before he lowers his mouth onto your wet pussy. He instantly swipes his tongue down your folds, sucking all the wetness that leaks out. You let out a breathy moan when the sensation hits you, sending chills and goosebumps down your body. He inserts two digits, biting his lip at the sound your pussy makes every time he curves upwards and picks up the pace.

"Ohhhhh my god." You moan as you slightly arch your back and palm your breasts, toying with your own nipples as he continues to finger you and suck on your clit like no tomorrow. "Mmmmmm, fuck!" You almost yell as one hand is gripping the sheets, trying your hardest to hold on for as long as you could, but this man was really about to make you cum right at this moment.

And so he does. He makes you cum so fucking hard your body needs to be held down from how bad you're trembling. All you want is more, and he knows you want more. He pulls you to the edge of the bed, ready to line himself up with your entrance but you take his cock in your hand and jerk him off for a bit. His cock is long, and the perfect thickness. His tip red and angry, pooling with pre-cum that your thumb is swirling around and playing with. Your free hand is grabbing his other hand and inserting the two digits he used to finger you into your mouth, sucking each digit slowly. He can't even fucking bear this sight right now, or else he'll probably blow his load right onto you. His eyes are rolling to the back of the head and all he can think about is fucking you so hard that the headboard almost breaks the wall.

He wanted you so fucking badly, and you were being the biggest, dirtiest tease.

You finally insert the tip into your entrance, gasping and smirking at how good it'll feel when he completely fills you up. He wastes no time pushing himself into you, completely bottoming out until he's thrusting into you harder than you imagined. Your body is moving upwards, titties shaking and bouncing from how hard he's going. One hand is gripping your thigh tightly as you wrap your legs around his torso, the other is around your neck.

"Jin! Fuck, you're gonna make me cum again." He groans, closing his eyes as he continues to thrust hard, going deep every time he pulls back, hitting your core with the sudden movement.

"You think my brother can make you feel this way?" He lets out breathily.

"N-no." You whine, tears streaming down your face at the overwhelming sensation.

"Seemed like you thought so earlier." He has this look in his eyes, the same look he had when he was hungry for you at the club. Except this time, it was ten fold more being he was in between your thighs, fucking you until he couldn't anymore. And honestly, this shit was boosting his ego because Jungkook had you wrapped around his finger all night and he hated it. Jungkook was a really good looking dude, who was good at a lot of things, and Jin couldn't help but feel a little competitive against his own sibling.

But here he was, getting you all to himself.

"N-no!" You beg. "Only you. Only you can make me feel this way. Please make me cum." He groans, his thumb now working circular motions onto your clit until you're letting your climax take over your entire body once again. You're so out of breath at this point, but Jin doesn't stop and instantly gets you on your fours. He swipes his hand down your pussy, making you suddenly jolt at the sensitivity. You feel his spit dribble down your folds, causing your breathing to hitch. It was obvious Jin was letting out this pent up sexual tension or whatever the hell it was, but you honestly couldn't care less. He could use you all he wanted, especially if he made you cum the way you did just these past two times.

At first, he was gripping your hips, holding onto you as he hammered into your pussy from the back. You started following his movements with his, making him pause just to feel you move along his cock. He gives your ass cheek a good smack, causing you to yelp at the heat pooling at the spot. He grips your ass, spreading it just enough to continue burying himself deeper into your core.

"Just like that." You moan. "Hohhhhhgod, just like that!" You're almost crying. He grabs a hold of your hair, tugging it back so that he can see your face.

"Let me see you play with yourself." He spits out. You reach down for your clit, your hands rubbing in circles as he continues to fuck you and tug on your hair. You let out a loud moan, the headboard really damn near about to create a dent into the wall. "Yeah, that's it. You're fucking naughty." He says in your ear. You feel yourself spiraling for the third time tonight, and this third time has you weak, causing you to collapse down onto the bed as he continues to thrust into you and fill you up with his seed, his hand pressing your face down against the bed ever so slightly.

"Ohhhhggfuck!" You groan, twitching at the last minute aftershocks running through your body. The only sounds filling the room are you and Jin catching your breaths. He slowly slips out of you, grabbing a tissue on the nightstand to clean you up before cleaning himself up and throwing on his sweats and shirt.

"You okay?" He slightly chuckles, handing you one of his shirts to slip into. You weakly get into it, running your hands through your hair and fixing yourself up. Your panties and bra are still off to the side, along with the clothes you came in.

"You wanted to know why I was here, right?" He smiles, his cheeks tinted a rosy color.

"I'll get you some water, but is there anything else I can get you?" He asks, holding onto the door frame, fine as fuck doing the bare minimum. You shake your head and he disappears out of the room.

You can't believe this happened. So much for keeping distance. But did you regret it? Honestly -absolutely not.

Jin comes back with two glasses of water and sets yours on the nightstand next to you, which also has a picture of him and Grace. Ironic. He sits right next to you on the edge of the bed, watching as you yawn before sipping some water.

"Tired?"

"Yeah, it's been a really long night."

"Tell me about it, Miss 'I'm trying to keep my distance from you.'" You shake your head.

"Yeah yeah, keep it up. It's exactly what I want." You sarcastically joked.

"I'm kidding." He places a hand on your covered leg and gently gives it a squeeze. "For the record, I'm happy you swung by."

"I am too, but I should probably make my way home soon."

"What? No, stay. It's late. Plus, you're tired."

"A-are you sure? I-I mean, I don't wanna--" He shakes his head to cut you off.

"I honestly would really like you to. Besides, I don't know why you expected me to let you go back home this late." It was weird. You honestly thought he'd fuck you then send your ass home, but here you were, cuddling into his sheets and getting warm. But this was Jin - the same guy who didn't go home until you had a chance to spill out your feelings and made sure you were okay. The exhaustion hits you, being that it's 3-4am or something like that, you don't even care to know.

"Okay." Is all you say, sinking deeper into the sheets that smelled like lavender Downy detergent.

"I just need to clean up a few things, alright? Go to sleep. I'll be back in a minute." You quietly nod as you lie on your side, examining the photo on the nightstand. Fantastic job keeping up with your end of the deal, Y/N. Although your friends would probably make jokes about it at first, they'd be so disappointed beneath the surface.

You shake your head and turn the other way to erase your thoughts. You start to feel comfortable, enough to the point where you find yourself falling asleep pretty quickly.

Meanwhile, Jin is cleaning up his kitchen and living room before shutting off the lights and heading back upstairs. By the time he's back in the room and shutting off the bedroom lights, he sees you fully asleep. He smiles to himself and slips into the bed, careful to not wake you, but he's unsuccessful as he feels you stirring and getting closer to his body. Jin welcomes it, throwing his arm around you and allowing you to snuggle up onto his chest, gently running his fingers down your sides. Your skin felt like butter.

"Are you not sleeping yet?" You mumble into his chest.

"I'll sleep soon." He says softly, flipping through the channels on the TV in front of him.

"It's late, though."

"It's a Sunday morning. I'll be okay." He smiles at how cute you were being. "Go back to sleep, cutie."

"Hmph, suit yourself." You say, making him silently laugh to himself. Attitude still on na-na even half asleep. He places a gentle kiss on the top of your head and brings the covers up to make sure your entire body is covered completely.

This.

This felt right for him, no matter how fucking bad or wrong this all went down. No matter how he tried to look at it, or anybody else. He felt deeply for you after tonight and there was really no way of hiding it. Why shit came about this way, he won't ever truly understand, but he always looked at you as some sort of sign. Some kind of blessing in disguise. He knew what he wanted for himself. He had to do what was right for him, whatever that meant. He was the only one who could truly understand.

You shot up from the bed, grabbing your chest as you tried to regulate your breathing. You had just experienced the worst nightmare you had ever experienced, the only part of it you remembered was seeing Chance behind the wheel as soon as the truck came head on first.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" Jin asks in a deep, sleepy voice, slightly raising his head and eyes barely open. You feel his hand against your back, gently caressing it.

"Yeah, sorry."

"Bad dream?" He's now yawning and sitting up against the headboard, his fingers still lightly caressing your hips.

"Yeah."

"Wanna talk about it?" You shook your head.

"I just saw Chance behind the wheel before the oncoming car came on head first."

"I'm sorry." He says softly as he pulls you in.

"It's no big deal."

"Wanna make sure you're okay, though." Is all he says. He doesn't press you for details, or anything along the matter and simply sits there in silence, caressing you and holding you close. He knew you and Chance had a strong relationship, just based off of the way you talked highly about him, and that it was taken away from you unexpectedly. He wouldn't expect you to be completely over it. He would never understand the pain or how it feels, but he could do his best to be here for you. "You know I'm here if you need me."

"I know. Thank you." He smiles.

"Would you like some breakfast?"

"Sure."

"I'll cook something." He places a small kiss on your temple before getting up to get this Sunday started. You took a couple of deep breaths, still a little shaken up from the dream you had. But, you brush it off and get up to meet Jin downstairs. You slip on your panties, still walking around in Jin's shirt, and pass by his walk-in closet only to see Grace's clothes against one wall. You suddenly start to feel weird, so you hurry on by and get downstairs before you could start falling into a rabbit hole about your feelings. Jin was already at the stove, whipping up some eggs and getting some waffles into the toaster. He looked good doing so, his shirt doing a damn good job of outlining his back muscles and broad shoulders. You honestly wouldn't mind another round of last night.

You sit on the stool in front of the kitchen island and fiddle with your bag to grab your phone. It was still pretty early, so it wasn't surprising to see no texts from either of the three. You were sure you were going to hear from Ryujin soon, and you were going to make sure you would be home by the time she called. Hopefully, at least. However, there was a text from an unknown number, and your heart slightly sank when you realized who it was.

[unknown number] 3:02am: had a lot of fun tonight. probably the best birthday yet. thanks cutie :) hope you got home safely.

Jungkook.

"Friends blowing up your phone?" He raises his eyebrow as he watches you stare at your phone. You slightly chuckle and tuck it aside, making a mental note to respond when you got home. Yup. This shit is messy already.

"Not exactly, thank God." You rest your chin on the palm of your hand. "Sorry about earlier, by the way."

"Sorry about having a bad dream? Y/N, don't worry about it."

"And thank you for letting me borrow your shirt and for cooking breakfast." Jin smiled as he began to plate your food. It was the little things that he appreciated, the little things like the way you said thank you for everything.

"Of course." He walks over to your side and puts the plate down in front of you. You raise yourself up a bit in order to kiss him on the lips, knowing you weren't gonna stop that kiss right away. "Your. food." He spits out in between kisses, making you laugh.

"Okay, okay." He chuckles as he sits next to you, digging into his own plate. The both of you start talking about plans for the day and week, with no mention of Grace even though you knew your alone time with Jin would come to an end. No discussion about what this was, or what you both intended for this to be, especially in the long run.

"Why don't you come and stay the night again?"

"I got some work to do." You pouted.

"Then bring it over."

"Bring it over and then what, get distracted by you all night?"

"Maybe." He smirked.

"Mmmm, we'll see." He pouts.

"Fine, I'll let you do your own thing." You chuckle.

"You're a baby."

"I just got you to myself." You shake your head and quietly poke at your food. Suddenly, you felt the need to ask the question. You were just dying to. Like.. what now? What happens when Grace comes back? Nothing? You didn't know what to expect, you should've known this couldn't be much with Grace being back soon.

"So." You poked at your eggs.

"Hm?" He continued to eat, his cute, bug eyes occasionally glancing at you.

"God, I really don't know how to ask this."

"Just ask, Y/N. It won't hurt." He gave you a small, reassuring toothless smile.

"So, what happens when Grace gets back?" He shrugged. Really? Just a shrug?

"Honestly, I don't know."

"Look, I know I can't ask for much right now but are we just going to continue living our own lives after all this? Are you just going to keep me here with Grace around too?"

"I know I can't promise anything but it's not my plan to keep both of you around like that. I'm going to talk to Grace because I just don't think this is working between us anymore."

"How are you so sure? What if Grace comes back and you realize how much you truly do love her?" You felt stupid for asking but you were also dying to know. Your thoughts were everywhere and right now, it felt like your mind was your biggest enemy. You really didn't know what to do, and part of you [majority of you, really] felt like this was completely and painfully temporary and that he was never going to leave her. He had no plans to. You were just filling this void.

You couldn't be mad at it though.

"Y/N, please don't worry about this, okay? I'll take care of it." You simply nodded, knowing you couldn't settle on this too quickly because you didn't even know what that meant. Maybe, this is what it was. Just this. You couldn't expect more. Besides, you still had Jungkook around. You didn't even know what you were trying to do with that either, cause he was fine as hell. A sweet soul too, with the way he handled you at the club, careful to not overstep boundaries and disrespect you in anyway.

Too bad you were too wrapped up in his stepbrother.

Obviously, these things were never easy.

"Okay." is all you say before you continue to finish up your food. Once finished, you do what you can to help clean up the dishes and the kitchen before changing back into your clothes so Jin can drop you at home.

On the way home, Jin has his hand on your thigh while you looked out the passenger's window. Last night replayed over and over in your head and you had to bite you bottom lip to prevent yourself from smiling too big.

"Oop." You say as you jump from the vibration of your phone. "Oh shoot."

"Everything okay?"

"It's just Ryujin, hang on." He nods silently. "Hello?"

"Girl, I'm hungover as fuck. Let's get coffee or walk around somewhere. I need fresh air."

"Sure, I'll be home in a minute, I can meet you up in the next hour or so."

"Where the hell did you go this early?"

"Run errands, workout." You lied. But did you really? You kind of did get a workout in early this morning.

"Run errands and workout after a late night at the club?" She snorted. "Okay. I guess we clearly handle the morning after way differently."

"Yeah, just wanted to avoid the crowd." You glance over at Jin, who's smiling and silently chuckling go himself.

"Mmmkay." She yawns. "Hey, did you ever get that guy's number? I forgot his name." You subtly roll your eyes because you know damn well she wasn't gonna try and make you say Jungkook's name right now. She was drunk as fuck and flirting with Jin's friends when you had given him your number. Of course she couldn't remember for the life of her.

"Yeah, he asked."

"What's his name though? It's bothering me, cause I feel like I knew it all night but now it's not coming to me."

"Does it matter?"

"Of course it does, especially if you're planning to continue seeing him and throwing your pussy at him." You deeply sigh.

"Jungkook." You take another glance at Jin, but this time his smile had slightly faded. "Look, I'm about to get home, okay? Just text me where to meet you."

"Alrighty, we're continuing this conversation though. See you soon." And with that, the call ended. It was silent for a minute and you were unsure if you should apologize, or bring up the whole thing about Jungkook.

"Ryujin doing okay?" He asks, giving you a small smile. You simply nod and look back out the window without saying anything else. Maybe you both just didn't know how to approach the Jungkook thing. You sure as hell didn't, not around Jin.

You finally get to your apartment building, with Jin sending you off with a quick peck on the lips. You take a long, hot shower before hopping into some warmer and more decent clothes for your walk with Ryujin. You also had just remembered to text Jungkook back now that you were alone.

[y/n] 9:47am: sorry, had such a long night and knocked out. but yes, got home safely. i'm glad you had a great birthday. :)

[jungkook] 9:53am: she's up! goodmorning beautiful. hope you're still down for our date.

[jungkook] 9:54am: (sends picture of him laying down in a hoodie and glasses which makes you smile to yourself cause he's cute as fuck)

[y/n] 9:56am: of course i am. just let me know time and place.

[jungkook] 9:58am: time? yes. place? no. i'll keep it a surprise. :-) is it okay if i call you later?

[y/n] 10:02am: sure!

[jungkook] 10:03am: k, i'll talk to you later then. gotta run errands and stop by my brother's spot really quickly. have a good day today!

Whew, just imagine if you had run into him at Jin's house. What would you do then? Lie and tell him you came over for some homework help? Bitch, please.

The heavenly being above was on your team right now, but you knew that wouldn't last long with all this sinning.

After getting a good, quick shower in, you hurriedly got into your car and drove off to your destination, making it just on time to catch Ryujin stepping out of her car. She already has coffee for you, so you both start walking around Lake Merritt, revisiting last night's festivities and the fun you both had. The cold air was still nipping at your skin, cause you to rub your hand on your neck to try and provide some warmth. Suddenly, Ryujin grips your wrist and furrows her eyebrows at your neck.

"Y/N, what is that?" She points. Then it suddenly hits you - the hickeys Seokjin left on your neck. "Are those hickeys?!" She gasped.

Well, fuck.

"Keep your voice down." You say as you zip your jacket all the way up.

"Did you and Jungkook fuck last night? Is that where you actually were? You didn't run errands or go to the gym early this morning, did you? You actually just ended up going back home from his spot early this morning?" She threw questions left and right, her eyes wide and very suggestive.

"No, no! I didn't go home with Jungkook."

"So, did you guys do shit in the club or something? I'm confused, but also impressed if that's the case cause it's bold. I didn't know you got down like that, but I kind of like it." She pinched your side.

"No." She raises an eyebrow.

"Then why the fuck do you have hickeys on your neck? Who else could you have—" She stops in her tracks, hand over her mouth as she slowly approaches you again. "Y/N, who gave you those hickeys?" You simply look at her, your eyes already giving off the answer. "D-did you hook up with Seokjin?" She pulls out his first name, knowing 'Mr.Kim' was not appropriate for this matter.

"Yes."

203 notes · View notes

tears-of-boredom · 1 year

Text

My room door has its hinges on my side so youd have to break the door to get in. I think i can hold my side if im awake. Im kinda paranoid. But i guess i have basis in that. I have a reason why i feel so stressed in this house. Even though i shouldnt. I should have no reason to have to keep a knife in my room to feel safe. And i think she doesnt see that i have reasons. I think that she thinks im just angry at her. I think she thinks i dont answer her because im mad at her. She thinks that i would want to keep my door closed when she comes in to talk because then the cats can get in. She thinks i care.

My sister sent me a text earlier. It was actually yesterday. We dont really talk to each other, just relay information when needed. She said that she wants for me to leave as well for the weekend so she and her friends can be totally alone. It wasnt in a rude way or anything. She said that she had noticed how closed off ive been for a while, and that shes pretty worried about me. That if there's anything she could help me with, she would. She said that she cant help if she doesnt know how to, and asked if i could respond. Then a hug sticker....

..........

......

Last year, I would've been so happy to get that message. I knew then that my sister cared about me, and that she would listen if I opened up to her...but it never felt right, it was always like i would be needlessly ruining her mood. That text read to me like a direct invation to share things. It read like I would make her day better by telling her how I've felt all this time.

........but...

I dont know, somewhere there was a tipping point...past that point, i dont feel redeemable, or frankly, like a person. Her words also mirrored mother's words pretty closely, so it makes me afraid that her other words would do that as well.

I feel like any help people will try to throw on me, will just go to waste. Not even the jokey "im employing people" excuse does anything for me anymore.

I needed saving when i was in fucking 2nd grade.

.....what if i got the wrong diagnosis....what if thats why none of the therapy or other aids work....i know that its impossible to fake an autism diagnosis, i know......i also remember how i still thought i was fine, how i was actively playing down every problem i had....whenever i stepped into the doctors room, i took on this persona....the good patient.......

........i just remember the red couches in every room.....in my head, i was just entertaining the adults.. they wanted to do all this to me, and me telling them i dont feel like it helps me, or that i dont see the point in it,, it didnt convince them. So i played along, while convinced i was alright, convinced from the start that none of it was going to help.....

...i was still bottling up all my frustrations, because if you ignore it, it goes away. Talking back will only lead to more conflict. I let the adults mispresent me, not like i cared, it wasnt going to work either way. Since the adults are better at knowing whats good for me, maybe theyre better at knowing me as well huh.

......i remember feeling really guilty, sitting in the waiting room and looking around. Seeing these other kids who had real problems. I felt like a faker. I wasnt supposed to be there.....

.....thats kind of how i feel about life..like im a faker, and that im not supposed to be here....

Last sunday, i was just asking the whole time in my head "why?", "was this your plan?", "did i do something wrong?", "is this what you had always planned, or did i make a choice that altered it?"......

..........

.......i wrote the tags before all the shit from my sister's text onwards..this wasnt supposed to be another one of these posts, just a quick "lol i hate it here"..... i hate it everytime i insinuate that i have trauma. I mean every. single. time. Its the same with any problem that i see as "real". I'll say i have something a couple times, but then the guilt catches up and i feel like ive been lying....its catching up from my "aspergers" diagnosis.....the fact that the diagnosis is called that makes me feel even faker.....i asked about it one time, about why they used the "outdated" term, and the reasoning was that "its just an older term for autism dont worry, it means the same thing"......

...........

......my fuel has kinda run out by now.....my tears have dried completely.....i dont know how else to end this....sorry for posting this. I know its shitty of me to say that and post it anyways, i dont know why i do this........

#my mom always uses this ''i have to see your face by the end of this evening'' reasoning to get me out..#i do usually give away on that. but i dont understand why she needs to see me. or what the consequence of not showing myself is..#like the only reason i can think of for her to need to see me is SH reasons...but ive never struggled with it...and also she would not know #if i did. because i would simply hide it.. obviously i wont show and tell all the ''reasons'' she has to not allow me privacy..#but yeah like she couldnt even tell if i was struggling to eat well or not. when i went to school..#so it cant be that either.. and she could confirm im alive by just asking through the door. or the evidence of me taking stuff from #my shelf in the fridge when nobodys around..#i hate her voice.. you can never predict what volume level it will be.. it sounds so angry and annoyed constantly..#venting

0 notes

sherrybaby14 · 4 years

Text

Brick House

Request: Reader is a new Shield agent and has a huge crush on Steve. Bucky is resentful of all the attention Steve gets and decides to take his pent up jealousy out on you.

Warnings: Smut, slight breeding, Dub-con please do not read if this offends you.

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Words: 2k Just a drabble

A/N: This is for my Darling @opheliadawnwalker3. Sorry it took me so long! Also you’re a shield agent in this so there are mentions of working-out/being in good shape (which I am not).

“You have such amazing definition.” She grabbed Steve’s bicep. “You really have to share your routine.”

“Well I do…”. Steve trailed off as he went into his workout.

Bucky shook his head in disbelief. Not at the fact that his best friend was so oblivious that the new agent was into him, Bucky knew Steve was dense in that department. No, what shocked him was that Steve was the one to grab her attention.

“Maybe you could walk me through it?” She was practically twirling her hair as she tilted her head. “It sounds complicated.”

Bucky scoffed. Playing dumb? No way she couldn’t follow that step-by-step from the simple explanation. Hell, she probably had better work out tips than Steve did.

“How about in an hour?” Steve looked at his watch. “I’ll meet you at the gym?”

“Great.” She clapped her hands. “I’ll see you there. Better come ready to push me to my limit.”

“It’s not about pushing limits.” Steve scratched his head. “You need to start small and build mass.”

“Right.” She nodded and Bucky chuckled. “I’ve got a lot to learn and who better to teach me?”

“How much do you weigh?” Steve looked her up and down. “It’ll help me come up with a plan best suited for you.”

“Come on man,” Bucky muttered under his breath. “She’s a freaking Shield agent. She knows how to lift.”

Besides, agent or not you dont ask someone their weight.

“Guess?” She turned to the side. “You can pick me up and find out strong man?”

Her confidence was hot, Bucky’s cock twitched at the thought of throwing her over his shoulder and slapping that ass.

“I’d never be able to tell.” Steve shrugged. “I can literally lift a car. You’d feel like a feather to me.”

“Yep.” She was trying not to roll her eyes. “Well, see you at the gym.”

She turned on her heel and started to walk away. Bucky let his eyes go to her butt, loving the way it almost bounced with each step. He wanted to sink his teeth into it.

“How much do you think she weighs?” Steve interrupted his thoughts as he pointed to the girl.

“The new agent?” Bucky straightened up. “She’s a brick house.”

“Huh?” Steve furrowed his brow. “She wants me to help her with a workout plan.”

Steve had that part right, but the girl obviously was more interested in the kind that took place in the bedroom than a gym. A woman like that would grow bored with a man like Steve. Bucky had a better idea of what she needed, so he didn’t bother tipping his dense friend off as he slapped him on the back.

“She’s mighty mighty, letting it all hang out.” Bucky didn’t need to look at Steve to know the reference was lost on him.

“You know,” you paused to take a gulp of air. “All this training. I think I need to stretch.”

You were panting on the treadmill as the gorgeous blonde looked up at you.

“We stretched at the beginning, we will again at the cool down.” He looked at the timer on the treadmill. “Two more minutes.”

Was he that oblivious or just an idiot? You went back to panting as you ran down the clock. You were already a freaking agent! Did he not think that you had to pass some physical tests to get that title?

At this point you’d settle for him shutting you down. Maybe it was you? Were you not being obvious enough? It was time for a Hail Mary. You grabbed the bottom of your shirt and tugged it over your head, tossing it to the front.

Your breasts bounced in your sports bra and you tried your best to show them off as you ran. Steve still was more interested in the clock. Was he gay? You’d been flirting with him for weeks now.

If he wasn’t the least bit interested in you then why did he keep dropping little hints? Were they hints at all? All the water in your body had either sweated out or gathered in your pussy thinking about Captain America fucking you against the mats.

It was tempting to just come out and ask him ‘hey, you wanna bone?’. That wouldn’t leave room for these mixed messages.

“Finished.” Steve hit the slow down on the machine. “Now walk it out.”

This was a dumb idea. You put your hands on your hips as you slowed your strut, breathing and pushing down on the cramps in your side. Then a hand touched the small of your back, fingers spreading wide.

“You did great.” Steve’s sparkling blues looked into your eyes. “I am really impressed.”

That was all it took and you were smitten again. Your knees went weak and your pussy tingled thinking about the way he could flip you around. Drive between your thighs. Whatever game he was playing, the outcome would be worth it.

“How about that stretch now?” He guided you off the treadmill.

Your legs would’ve been like jello from the workout, but having Steve guide your sweaty body down on the mat was making you quake. No way were you reading into this wrong. He was just a giant tease after all.

“This should feel good.” He grabbed your leg and bent your knee, pushing it to your chest. “I’m going to put some weight on it. Tell me if you can’t handle it?”

Your mind was racing with the fantasy. Steve would lean over your body, his face over yours, your lips inches away. Then the kiss.

“Hate to interrupt.” Bucky’s face appeared behind Steve. “But Tony need you right away.”

“Alright.” Steve dropped your leg and popped up. “Don’t let your muscles stiffen up. Use the wall to do some of the stretches we started off with.”

“WHAT?” You popped up on your elbows, ready to lose any sense of cool you’d been carrying.

“Don’t worry.” Bucky dropped to his knees and grabbed yours, his metal hand pushing you back into the mat with a thud. “I’ve got you Doll.”

“Doll?” You didn’t get the word out before Bucky was pushing your knee into your chest, his body on top of yours, his face hovering above.

“Thanks Buck.” With that Steve left the gym.

You let out a frustrated sigh and dropped your head against the mat.

“Don’t get mad at him.” Bucky brought your attention back. “He doesn’t know any better, but I do.”

“Huh?” Were you being that obvious.

“Don’t play coy.” Bucky put more weight on your leg. “I see you, the way you touch him every chance you get, make up excuses for his help, you shouldn’t play dumb like that Doll. It’s beneath you.”

Embarrassment started to set in. Did everyone notice your crush? You had been finding excuses to get his help, and Bucky was right, it was beneath you. But Steve’s constant teasing and mixed signals had messed with your head.

“No need to worry that pretty little head.” Bucky’s hand slid down so they were on either side of you. “You’re just cock drunk. I can take care of that.”

Before you could think about what he was saying his hips pressed down. The position had left you so exposed his hard dick pressed right against your pussy.

“FUCK!” You reached up and grabbed his shoulders as a shiver of need went through you.

“All that time you thought Steve was teasing you?” Bucky brought his hips back and pressed himself against you, sliding up again. “It was you teasing me.”

You’d never said a word to the man. You tried to think about how to respond, but then he repeated the motion and you let out a moan. The workout and the fantasies had you soaked and needy.

“Cock drunk?” You dug your fingers into his arms, the cool metal contrasting the warm flesh.

“You’re so horny you can’t think straight baby.” Bucky started moving faster, humping you into the mat. “I’ll take care of that. You’ll go right back to rising shield star.”

“I don’t know you.” You started to push against him, your arms shoving him away, while your hips lifted to meet his thrust.

“You will know every part of me soon.” His head dipped, lips crashing into yours.

A muffled protest came out against his kiss, but your body lit up. He was a stranger, your were in a public place anyone could walk in on at any second, but fuck you did not care.

Any sense of defense melted away as you returned the kiss, rocking your body against his, rubbing your aching clit against his cock as he pounded you through your shorts.

He worked against you, sensing your agreement. Your hands slid to his shoulders around his neck. This was a real man, no games, no questions. He was going to give you what you wanted.

Bucky pressed his forehead to yours and put more weight on you, his metal hand pushed your knee to the side and you put both feet on the mat, your legs spread around him as he humped you. Both bodies working together.

“I’m gonna cum.” Your chest tightened.

“I know.” Bucky licked his lip.

That was it. All it took. The tension in your body overloaded and you exploded. The ecstasy took over. You weren’t sure if you were screaming, quiet, or mumbling.

Bucky was off of you before you could recover. Hands were on your hips and you were flipped around like a rag doll. You put your palms on the mat as he tore your shorts and bottoms away.

“That head is still spinning isn’t it?” Bucky’s member ran up and down your slit as you nodded. “Don’t worry. Daddy’s going to fuck some sense back into you little girl.”

Why did that sound so hot? You had no clue, but let out a purr in response. He filled you with one hard stroke. You knew you should be embarrassed by how wet you were, but your pussy clung to him, happy to have the fullfilment it had been lacking.

“This is what you need, to be fucked raw.” Bucky wasted no time railing into you, making you bounce against the mat. “Next time, take what you need. Don’t waste your time.”

You were drooling as you tried to keep up with his brutal pace. Another orgasm already forming. He slowed down and you whined.

“Do you understand Doll?” Bucky pushed hard and stilled inside of you, his cock against your cervix.

“Yes!” You lifted your head. “Yes I understand!”

You tried to move against his length, but he put his hand on your back, keeping you in place.

“Yes I understand?”

“Daddy! Yes I understand Daddy!” You didn’t know why he wanted to hear that, but you were beyond caring.

SMACK! His metal hand hit your ass and your cried out.

“That’s a good girl.” He began plowing into you again. “I’ll have you taken care of in no time.”

“Yes...yes...please.” You were a mess underneath him, with no care in the world but the finish that was bubbling over. “You’re good girl. I’m your good girl.”

“That’s right.” Bucky’s hand snaked down between your legs. “And my good girl, takes. What. She. Needs.”

His finger pressed your bundle of nerves and you began to spasm. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded your veins. You struggled to breath as you collapsed on the mat, your vision going black while your toes curled.

“FUCK!” Bucky grunted and fell on top of you, his cock convulsing inside, coating you with his seed.

Your eyes started to open as you thought clearly for what felt like the first time in weeks.

“I’m not on the pill.” You started to shimmy away.

“Shhhh.” Bucky pulled you back and rested on top of you. “You let Daddy worry about that.”

A/N: My first attempt at adding a Daddy!kink. Hope it landed OK, thank you for reading!!

#Bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction

1K notes · View notes

alice-dont-break · 3 years

Text

based on an anon request from the angst prompt list: “any other lies left to tell me?”

let me in | janthony one shot

cw: alcoholism

When Anthony was coming home later at night, Jasmine nearly always ignored his pleas to not wait up for him. He didn’t want her to lose sleep because of him, but she knew that her sleep would be more restful if she just waited. She’s gotten used to falling asleep in an empty bed because she’s been forced to, but nothing could compare to sleeping next to her love. The way he holds her tightly in his arms, enveloping her in his warmth and sweet but musky scent, lulls her into the most peaceful trance that allows her to drift so effortlessly into a deep sleep. It’s simply always worth waiting.

Anyway, by the time she’s finished putting their nine year old daughter to sleep and getting herself ready for bed, it’s usually almost 11 o’clock. Anthony rarely stays out much later than that, so it’s easy for Jasmine to relax in bed with her scented candles and a book until she hears him tiptoeing up the stairs.

His caution to avoid waking their sleeping daughter always made her smile, but even more so when she watched him slowly and carefully open their own bedroom door. It was endearing how after all these nights, he actually thought she might be asleep.

Tonight was one of those classic nights, until Jasmine realized that chapters and chapters had gone by without any sign of her husband. She reached to her bedside table for her phone, hoping to see a text, but was met with a blank lock screen.

She hated being that clingy, needy wife, but at this point she was nervous. It was nearly 1 o’clock in the morning and he was never out this late. She needed to text him, if only for her peace of mind.

Hey babe, you okay?

When minutes passed with no response, Jasmine felt her mild concern sink into complete nerves. This was about more than a late night. More than the loneliness of falling asleep next to an empty pillow. This was about a promise.

Years ago, Anthony made her a promise that held together the fraying seams of their relationship. After hours of spewing whiskey-scented lies, Anthony faced an ultimatum from his wife: vow to stay sober and call her when he needed help, or leave.

Since then, he’s been steady. He hasn’t faltered in his commitment, though he’s absolutely struggled. Jasmine felt no animosity when he called her at a late hour, having gone out with friends and found hard to fight against the pressures to drink. She’d simply roll out of bed, throw on some shoes, drive to him and bring him back home with his hand held tightly in her lap. When they would get inside, she’d look him in the eyes and ask the simple question. “Did you drink tonight?”

The answer was always no, and she would know if he’d been lying. Though truthfully, she wouldn’t have been terribly upset if he’d told her he’d messed up and had a drink. What mattered to her was the call; that indication that he was still in this fight to get better, and that their lines of communication were open.

Over the years, he’s built back up Jasmine’s trust. She was always willing to give him the benefit of the doubt now, knowing how hard he’s been fighting for so long. But tonight, she was rocked by the lack of communication. This was as unusual as a slip up would be.

She tried earnestly to hold it together, to keep her hope alive, but hot tears were burning in her eyes. She slunk down the stairs to wait on the couch. There was no way she’d sleep until he was home, and this way she could see his face sooner.

When she heard the click of the lock and creak of the front door swinging open, she was flooded with equal parts relief and fear. He was safe, but was he really?

“Baby, whatchu still doing up?” He said softly, kicking off his shoes and coming up behind the couch to kiss the top of her head.

She took a breath, reveling in the warmth of a simple but loving moment, before turning around to face her fear. “Where were you, babe?” Her voice wavered; she was afraid of her own words.

“Hey,” he cooed, noticing her bubbling over emotions and rushing over to sit beside her. “What’s going on, Jas? I was just out with the guys, I’m okay.”

“You said you’d be back... and you didn’t text...” she whimpered. “If you did something, just tell me... please.”

“Jasmine, you can trust me,” he breathed out in exasperation, “you know I don’t do that shit anymore.”

His breathy words and slight slur betrayed him, as the scent of that all-too-familiar dark liquor wafted over to Jasmine. His eyes were downcast, too captivated by the fidgeting of his fingers to be innocent. She scanned him up and down as fire burned through the last ounce of hope she’d carried with her.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t drink tonight,” she said, clawing for every bit of stability her lungs would allow.

“I.. I didn’t, Jas. Or I didn’t... I didn’t mean to,” he said softly, tears starting to well in his eyes. “I just ... I don’t know how -“

“Stop,” she said plainly, “any other lies left to tell me?”

Anthony sucked his lip between his teeth and looked up at his wife for the first time, revealing his heavy-lidded, bloodshot eyes. “Jasmine, please. I tried not to, but you know how anxious I’ve been lately - “

“You fucking promised me, Anthony,” she spat. “You promised to call if you needed help, you promised.”

“I know Jas, I know I fucked up, but I’m not wasted... I’m really not. I had two drinks, that’s it.”

“It’s not just two drinks when you’re stressed and so out of control that you lie to your wife!” She whispered harshly, jumping up to her feet. Anthony rose to meet her, standing just inches apart. He murmured ragged apologies trying to hold her by the waist, but she thrashed in his grip. She pounded her fists against his chest, hushedly crying out “why would you do this to us?”

He held her wrists, but didn’t really try to hold her back. Now that she stood before him openly bawling, he realized he deserved it. After just a few seconds, she was worn out and let her head fall forward so her forehead rested his chest. He nodded down too, to hold his lips against her curls. Anthony knew now that apologies were just words, so he focused on feeling her breath.

Finally, Jasmine looked up at him with lifeless eyes staring right through him. “Leave,” she whispered.

Anthony felt his ribcage contracting and squeezing his heart. His lungs were empty and a weight sunk down his entire body. “Jasmine, please, I’ll do anything-“

“Shut up,” she rasped, “I’m telling you to leave because we have a beautiful, beautiful little girl upstairs and I will not let her hear her parents fighting like this.” Jasmine clumsily rubbed away her tears and bit down hard on her lip. She felt his eyes searching her for answers, but she didn’t have them. “I’ll tell her you got home late and had to leave early. Just get a cab to your brother’s, or your mom’s, and when you come back, be sober and ready to talk.”

Anthony squeezed his eyes shut and nodded slowly. When he opened them, all he could do was whisper “I love you.” In those three words, he was begging her to let him stay.

“Dont you see that I’m doing this because I love you? Because I don’t want your daughter to lose the perfect relationship she has with her father? If we go upstairs now, I don’t trust myself or you. I don’t want her to hear us fighting, or smell it on you, or sense anything is off so I want you to get out and understand that you cannot be drunk in this house with our daughter. You cannot lie to me in this house with our daughter. Do you understand that Anthony? Do you understand that I’m doing this for you and for us, because I love you?”

Anthony clenched and unclenched his fists, shaking his head and pulling himself back into the moment. “Yes, Jas. Thank you. I know I fucked up, but you two are everything to me. You’re just my whole world, and I won’t... I won’t risk losing it... I’m gonna figure this out somehow and I won’t come back until I do,” he gulped.

“No, don’t be ridiculous,” she mumbled, stepping forward to cup his cheeks. “You’ll come back tomorrow after I’ve taken her to school and we’ll figure this out together. Just because you fucked up on your own, doesn’t mean you have to fix it on your own. That’s what this means.” She pulled back her hand and pointed at the wedding ring.

“So you’re not... we’re not...” he whimpered, voice cracking with every word.

“Of course not, Ant,” she whispered, leaning in to press their foreheads together. Her hands roamed up his back, kneading his shoulders before letting them twist through his curls. “I know you’re hurting,” she said even quieter, right against his lips, “and I’m still here for you. I’m just telling you to leave because I know you and I know how much worse you’ll feel if you hurt me more tonight or god forbid hurt our baby. So please go now, okay?”

He nodded, keeping their foreheads together until her lips met his own. He felt a surge of life at her tenderness. The salty melange of their tears could have broken him if he weren’t so focused on her soft caresses. Once they parted, he gazed deep into her eyes for just one fleeting breath, before turning to put on his shoes. He left wordlessly, opting to call the cab from the front steps. He couldn’t handle the shame for one more second.

When Jasmine had nightmares about Anthony drinking again, they always ended with her crying inconsolably. But now that she was left alone, hunched over with her hands bracing her weak body on the back of the couch, she simply didn’t have the energy. She felt so drained that all she could do was guzzle some water, pop a tylenol for her impending headache, and traipse up the stairs. She opened her bedroom door, but before she could even cross the threshold she was overwhelmed. He was embedded in every inch of space, in every breath of air, and it simply hurt too much; not because he hurt her, but because he was hurting and she couldn’t be there.

Jasmine knew there was only one place right now she could approach any semblance of the love and comfort she was craving. Silently, she crept down the hallway and into her daughter’s room. Their little girl slept like a rock, so she knew she could slip under the covers and Cassidy would be none the wiser. Jasmine snuggled up tightly to her daughter’s back, securing her close with an arm around her waist. She buried her face in the younger girl’s curls, inhaling the familiar scent that opened her chest for the first time all night. As soon as she felt Cassidy sink deeper into her arms, darkness danced at the corners of her eyes and she let go.

When she woke up to the sound of her daughter’s alarm clock, she felt a pit quickly sinking back into her stomach. That was overshadowed quickly though, as Cassidy groaned and rolled over into her mother’s warmth.

“Hi baby,” she cooed, wrapping her arms tighter and letting her nails scratch at the head resting on her chest.

“G’morning,” Cassidy grumbled, “what are you doing here?”

“Dad came home late and had to leave early for work and I didn’t want him to wake me up. Plus I just wanted some cuddles,” she smiled softly.

“S’nice, you’re warm and cozy,” she replied. Jasmine had to hide her little sigh of relief when Cassidy had easily believed the lie.

After a few more minutes of head scratches and temple kisses, both girls went about their normal mornings. Cassidy was chatty as usual in the car, and though Jasmine had perhaps held on for a second too long in their goodbye hug, she was confident that Cassidy couldn’t sense anything was off.

However, once she got home, she was back in the panicked mindset of the night before. For the past few years, she’d meticulously planned these speeches in case she would ever need them, but now that she was here, waiting for Anthony to come back, nothing felt right. All she could do was curl up on the couch, stare at the door, and hope the right words appeared when she opened her mouth.

When Anthony finally trudged through the front door an hour later, he looked dreadful. His eyes were bloodshot, his cheeks blotchy, and his shoulders hunched forward. His hands were fidgeting in his pockets and his eyes were downcast. He could hardly bare to look at her with his tail between his legs.

“You need coffee,” Jasmine said with the faintest little smile. Anthony just nodded as she walked off, before taking a seat on the couch. When Jasmine reemerged a few moments later, she passed him a piping hot mug and sat down next to him. She let out a small sigh, as she was all too familiar with the signs that he hadn’t slept even a wink.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, nodding at the cup of coffee before letting the scalding liquid sear his lips.

“Of course. Cassidy doesn’t know a thing, by the way. Didn’t ask any questions or anything,” she replied, still avoiding his eyes.

“That’s good, thank you Jas.��

She tried to give him another tiny smile, but he couldn’t even react. He was drowning in something awful, and she just wanted to be let in. They sat together in the discomfort for a moment, before Anthony piped up.

“Can I go first?”

“Y-yeah, okay,” Jasmine nodded.

“Jasmine, I am so so sorry,” he said as firmly as his weakened heart would allow. “I’m obviously sorry for drinking, but I’m sorry for lying to you, and for not calling you most of all. I know how hard it’s been for you to trust me again, and I just betrayed all of that. Thinking about how I hurt you, and risked hurting Cass makes me sick and now all I want to do is find a way to make this better. I know the drinking causes this, and I know I need to stop, and I wish I could promise you right here, right now that I’ll never have another drink, but I’m just not that strong, Jas.”

His voice started to waver, and Jasmine tentatively reached forward for his hand. “I’m weak, and because of that the only promise I can make to you is to be honest. And right now I’m being honest and telling you that the anxiety I’ve felt and the craving I’ve felt over the past couple weeks isn’t something I can deal with alone. So there’s an AA meeting in a couple hours... at 1 o’clock. Ten minute drive from here. I’m gonna go, and I’m gonna go to a lot of these. And I have an intake meeting with a therapist on Friday at 8 o’clock. I tried to get it sooner, but that was the earliest appointment. Jasmine, I feel like such an asshole for asking you for anything more, because you’ve done so much, but if I could ask you for one more thing. C-could you come with me to the meeting today?”

When Anthony took a breath after his speech, he looked up through damp eyelashes and found Jasmine with tear tracks all the way down her cheeks. She was holding his hand with both of hers, drawing little circles on the back of his hand despite the trembling of the rest of her body. He opened his mouth to apologize for making her upset yet again, wishing he could punch himself in the throat for causing even more pain, but all that came out was a strangled sob.

“Stop,” she interrupted, “my turn. C’mere.”

Anthony looked her up and down before feeling weakness seep through his every fiber. He collapsed forward with his head in her chest as loud cries shook his frame. She wrapped both arms around him awkwardly, gently petting his hair while trying to soothe him with hushed coos. She pressed kiss after kiss to his forehead, letting him expel all the guilt she knew was eating him alive from the inside.

When his shoulders relaxed and he started to sniffle, she pulled him upright, and pressed her fingers under his chin so she could connect with his tired eyes. She carefully thumbed away his tears before pressing her lips to soothe the red blotches left in their wake.

“Baby, I’m so proud of you,” she murmured. His brow furrowed and his lips prepared to protest, but she pressed a finger against his chin to stop him. “What hurts me is the fear. It’s knowing that you could be out somewhere in so much pain, drinking yourself to death, and I’d be left in the dark, unable to help you,” she said, tears starting to spill down her cheeks even faster. “All I’ve ever wanted is to be let in and to know that if you need me, you’ll let me help you. I want to help you, baby.”

“You deserve someone easier, someone stronger,” he whispered.

“I never want to hear you say you’re weak again,” she insisted. “Baby, at your lowest, you just found a meeting, found a therapist, and asked me for help, all in one morning. Yes, you slipped up last night, but what you’ve just done matters so much more. You’ve been so, fucking, strong and I could not be more proud of you. And yes, I will go to a meeting with you today. I’ll go to meetings with you every day, if thats what it takes.”

“What if I fuck up again, Jas? I can’t risk hurting you like that...”

“Ant, the last time you were in this place you clawed yourself out with some crazy mix of adrenaline and force. Of course that wasn’t sustainable, and honestly I blame myself for not realizing that it was finally catching up with you. Now you’re getting real, professional help, and that’s going to be different.”

“Jasmine, I can’t promise you that I’ll never slip up and drink again,” he said softly, cheeks flushing red and words dripping with shame.

“I know,” she said even softer. “I know this is an illness babe, and I can’t pretend that I know how your mind is fighting against your better judgment when you’re craving it. I’m not asking you to promise me you’ll be perfect because I know how hard this is going to be. I’m asking you to promise me that you’ll be honest with me, failures and successes. That you’ll call me when you feel yourself slipping. Whether you hold out or fall before I get there, I’m going to pick you up and put the pieces back together. Okay? That’s my promise to you. No judgment, just unconditional love.”

Anthony gulped back the last of his tears, and took both of Jasmine’s hands. He looked her in the eyes and nodded firmly. “I promise, Jasmine. I love you and our girl more than anything, and I promise you honesty and communication.”

Jasmine let her lips curl up into an easy smile, and squeezed his hands tight. She leaned forward to kiss the corner of his mouth, before resting her forehead on his temple.

“I love you so much, Anthony. Always. And right now I love you enough to tell you that you look horrible.”

He looked at her dumbfounded for a moment, before somehow finding it in him to laugh. “Seriously Jas? Gonna tell me I look horrible when I’m already a mess?”

“Mhmm,” she sneered, “otherwise you won’t listen when I tell you to get some rest.” Jasmine stretched out her legs to rest her feet on the ottoman in front of the couch, and patted her lap. Anthony laid back with his head on her thighs and looked up at her with a wistful smile.

“I love you,” he whispered again.

“I know. And I love you too. Now close your eyes,” she quipped back. Her smile softened as she brushed his curls off his forehead, and let her fingers rest against his scalp. She scratched just softly, while setting her other hand under his jaw so she could brush her thumb over his cheek. She could tell he was fighting his exhaustion, so she started to hum sweet, soft, lullaby tones until his eyes fluttered shut. For now, she was content to lay back and let her mind be filled with hope.

#angst #janthony #janthony fics #my fics

28 notes · View notes

anotherhamiltonblog · 4 years

Text

Foreign Touch ch 3

Chapter Summary: Y/N has a special name for our Thomas on Facebook! Will these two finally talk?

Warnings: Once again, I didn’t proofread. Sorry <3 minor cursing?(Is cursing a warning? like wtf.)

Word Count: 1,450 (Give or take)

Previously

Enjoy!

After the dream with Jefferson, Y/N found herself always watching him when they were in the same class. Even at the game Friday night, as the cheerleaders were cheering for the team, Y/N’s eyes watched Number 17 with the name “Jefferson” on the back. The dream made it so she would look at the bushy, curly haired jock and blush. Y/N hated herself for blushing.

Surprisingly he never did try to talk with Y/N after the text messaging he had sent her. Y/N actually had her eyes peeled for him just in case he tried to talk with her.

Yet when the game was finally over, their team winning. Everyone was celebrating. Y/N was being invited to the after parties, yet Y/N couldn’t. She had a early morning and a busy weekend ahead of her. With tutoring and helping Alex with his campaign. She waved to the other cheerleaders before gathering her things.

“Y/N! Thought I missed you!” A familiar voice said from beside her and Y/N froze, wide eyed.

Thomas.

The very same man she wanted to avoid. How could she stand in front of him after that dream?

“Jefferson! Get away from my sister!” A voice called from far away. It was enough to distract the football player and allow Y/N to slip away quickly.

Rushing to her car, face red as a tomato. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t realize she was even holding in before getting into her car.

»»-————　♡　————-««

Laying around the living room floor, Y/N was eating some popcorn as Alex, John, Herc and Laf were all on the couch watching Brooklyn Nine-Nine.

“I think… my soulmate is a bag of sour gummy worms…” Y/N said randomly with a sigh and rubbed at her eyes. Visibly tired, hair still damp from her shower. Wearing a pair of black slim sweatpants and a black tee-shirt with the cookie monster on the front of it. Y/N looked over at her friends.

“I just ate a whole bag of the gummy worms, Y/N” Lafayette said, holding up the empty bag to prove it.

Gasping, sitting up. Y/N placed a hand on her chest. “You ATE my soulmate? You asshole.” She tossed a throw pillow that was on the floor at the boy and they laughed.

Yawning, Y/N stood up and rubbed her eyes. “I’m off to sleep. Night guys.” She waved and moved to the stairs and quickly made way to her bedroom.

Once the door was closed, Y/N crawled in bed and grabbed her phone. Only to sigh and seeing that Thomas had sent her various messes on Facebook messenger. Why did he have to come to her for help? Y/N had enough on her plate to add one more person to help. Honestly.

With a sigh, she sent a message, hoping it would get him to back off. Honestly, why did everyone want Y/N to help them? Surely there were other smart people at the school.

When he called her, Y/N frowned and moved so she was sitting on her desk chair and accepted the call. Putting on her earphones so no one would hear Thomas Jefferson of all people talking to her.

“Ok. What the hell do you want?” Y/N asked, getting right to the point.

Only to narrow her eyes at Thomas’ smiling face.

‘at least his smile is nice…. and a cute dog’

Shaking her head from that thought. Y/N sighed. “Come on, I want to sleep.”

“RIGHT! First, are you ok?“ Thomas asked, catching Y/N by surprise that he seemed to actually be worried about her. After Y/N nodded, assuring him was was fine. Thomas went back to why he was bothering her in the first place.

“SO, my parents, they are going to be celebrating Twenty-Five years of marriage… the silver anniversary.” Thomas sighed. “A few birdies in school said you usually plan the Hamilton’s parties… and I’ve been to some of those with my parents. You’re good. I was hoping to… hire you to help me plan a party for my parents.” He raised an eyebrow and Y/N frowned.

That was the last thing she expected him to say. Sitting there on her chair, Y/N was thinking about it. Maybe doing some planning could be a good thing?

With a sigh, she eyed Thomas on her phone screen. “Fine, I’ll help you.” She agreed and couldn’t help but smile when he did. The man had an incredible smile.

“Thank you so much for this. I’ll pay you for your service. No need to worry about it. OK?”

“Jefferson, chill out. We’ll talk about money another time…” Y/N rolled her eyes smiling. “Aren’t you supposed to be partying?” she changed the subject and glanced at the time. Usually at midnight everyone at the game who was at the party were wasted by this time.

“Nah, my parents took me out for a big celebration dinner.” He shrugged. “Why didn’t you go?”

Y/N shrugged and looked around her room. “Have too much to do tomorrow. Didn’t want to be hungover for it.” She simply stated before tilting her head. “Hey, do you think I should put fairy lights around my room?” Y/N randomly asked Thomas.

That’s how the two spent the next hour and a half. Talking while her phone was resting up against her desk pointing at her bed and she was stringing lights up around her room.

“Yo... your room is so much cooler than mine.” Thomas snorted once Y/N had finished and was laying on her bed holding her phone.

“I don’t doubt it. I do have better taste.” She smirked and winked at the male before laughing. “OK, I am going to get off now and actually sleep. I’ll… unblock your number tomorrow and we’ll talk about the party. Deal?” she raised an eyebrow.

Once they both agreed to that, said their goodnights with little smiles. Y/N rolled her eyes when Thomas ruined it.

“Dream of me, I know I’ll be dreaming of you.”

Of course, that just got Y/N to hang up on him instead of actually replying.

“Cocky asshole… ugh.” Y/N muttered as she turned off the lights and closed her eyes. After minutes of rolling around to find a comfortable position. Y/N finally fell asleep.

“Oooh, Thomas!” Y/N yelled out as she walked around a house with a huge smile on her face.

“COME FIND ME!” a voice called back and Y/N just laughed before going on a search throughout the home.

It wasn’t until ten minutes of looking for the tall doofus she felt hands on her waist and her sides were being tickled.

“NOO!” she squealed and quickly got away, giggling. Turning and glaring at the man, she crossed her arms over her chest. “You asshole!”

“Aww, I’m sorry sweetheart.” Thomas pouted and stepped forward. His hands returning to her waist, their foreheads touching and small smiles on both of their lips. “But hey, you found me!” he wiggled his eyebrows and Y/N just laughed.

“Yeah, whatever. Lunch is ready.” She tried to get out of his grasp. Yet, Y/N found herself pressed up against the wall.

Thomas softly kissing her cheek. “Fine… we’ll pick up after we regain our energy.”

As the two walked towards the kitchen, Y/N glanced up at Thomas. “Hey, can I have a kiss?”

Thomas, with a smirk on his face shrugged. “I dunno, Y/N… CAN you?” he asked, and Y/N’s mouth fell.

After about a minute of silence, Thomas sensing he fucked up, gulped.

“Guess I can’t.” she shrugged and walked to the kitchen, leaving Thomas standing in the doorway.

“Y/N… babe, I was just kidding.” He laughed and followed after her.

“Yeah? Pity, I don’t want your kisses anymore.” She simply said as she sat to have to tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwich, she made for them.

Not having it, Thomas turned her chair around and lifted Y/N head with his finger under her chin. “Come on, baby girl… gimme a kiss?” he smiled and the two met in the middle. Lips softly brushing against one another.

Once again Y/N woke up gasping and her hand flew to her lips. “What the heck…” she mumbled and rubbed her tired eyes. Checking the time and seeing it was a little past Four am. Y/N fell back against her pillows and sighed. Wondering what the hell was up with her dreams. She could NOT have a crush on Thomas Jefferson.

Streets away, Thomas was laying in his own bed. Thinking about both the dream and the girl in his dream. Surely it meant something… they talked, and he dreamt of her. Of course, he woke up as soon as they kissed. But it HAD to mean…. Something!

Next Chapter

Don’t forget to Like, Reblog and send Feedback! My asks are also opened and so is my IM!

Much love from me to you!! ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

Taglist: @exquisite-dreamers @ballerinafairyprincess @thefandomgirl03 @criminallyhamilton @1elysium @slytherinssssnake @youtxbemusic @i-honestly-dont-know-anymore @sabbrriiinnaa @yes-i-know-im-weird-blog @they-write-once-in-a-blue-moon @wtfevenismypage @namethatthasnotbeentaken @cubedtriangle @a-hopeless-fan @namelesslosers

175 notes · View notes