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AGORA HILLS.

SYNOPSIS : as the best detective of your city, you take your job very seriously. but how seriously will you take your job when the man of your dreams' husband dies suddenly?

PAIRING : malewife! psh x detective! male! reader

GENRE : 90s, elle singapore black sequin dress seonghwa, thriller, sexy, angst to fluff, murder mystery, possessive/ obsessive love, wine<3

WARNINGS : seonghwa referred to as 'wife' and 'ms' and 'mrs', a lot of manhandling, ass grabbing, idk, slut, sexy, anal, suggestive, huge dick, tattoos, praising, romantic talk, teeth-rotting smut, you will kill yourself, you will cry, blood n shit n deaths obviously, lmao i hope u die after this

WORD COUNT : 8.6k

INSPO : agora hills & this tweet

LORRY'S NOTE : HAPPY BIRTHDAY @asherthehimbo!!!!! I LOVE U SO MUCH BBG HAVE A GOOD BIRTHDAY ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

you've only met seonghwa twice. once at a party held by your coworker's friend, kim theodore. and the second time when theodore died tragically.

theodore was, a... special man. he had been indebt to you since he had been tangled in some drug allegations. of course, being the best detective in the city, you helped him out.

and now, you were on the way to his mansion on agora hills, which is one of the most expensive places one can afford.

you let out a loud yawn as you rang the doorbell. the door opens after a second and you see theodore.

"oh my friend!" he tries to go in for a hug, but you backed away from him awkwardly. theodore lets out a light-hearted laugh before standing aside so you could walk in.

upon entering the beautiful mansion of a millionaire, you take in the sight in front of you; a large chandelier just above your head, beautiful marble staircase to the second floor,

which you assumed is where the master's bedroom is.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

suddenly the women at the party surrounds you, making you yelp in surprise.

"oh my, detective!"

"you look so handsome today!"

"when will i become your wife?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa watched in the distance as you tried pushing them away, very much annoyed. he chuckles.

"m/n!" one of the ladies called for you, and suddenly you frown, "please ladies, only refer to me as detective. i don't think we're close enough to be on first name basis." you adjusted your collar.

you turn your head when you heard your name being said from across the hall, "m/n, come meet my wife!" you nod before jogging to where he, and another male, dressed in a beautiful black sequin dress was.

the man looked absolutely divine, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

Hold my hand You can hit while they watch, boy

theodore noticed and chuckled, "i see you like my wife, eh?" he nudges you, "have fun chattin'!" he waves goodbye before going back to his large groups of friends.

you stood awkwardly next to the slightly shorter male as you found your arm tattoo of a snake way more interesting than the mansion you were currently in.

the head of the snake starts at the back of your middle finger as the tail runs spirals around it, going upwards and disappearing underneath your dress shirt,

which seonghwa had been staring at the whole time.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

seonghwa swirls the wine in his glass, "kim seonghwa isn't a really catchy name, is it?"

you perked up, "it's not?" he smiles gently,

"my real name is park seonghwa, i think that sounds way better."

you thought about it for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, "yeah, i think so too."

he reaches out his hand out as you shook his, "nice to meet you, detective-"

"m/n." you cut him off.

"huh?"

"call me m/n."

seonghwa smirks, "but i don't think we're close enough for first name basis, isn't that right?" he taunted.

you leaned in, towering over the man as he gulped in anticipation, "oh, i think we're way past that."

seonghwa bit his lip when he felt your hot breath on his face, he doesn't let go of your hand and brushes his thumb against your tattoo, sending shivers down your spine.

"now that i think about it, l/n seonghwa is even better than park seonghwa, don't you think so?"

your breath hitched as you choked on the wine you were currently taking a sip of, you coughed loudly as some wine spilled from the corner of your mouth and onto the floor.

seonghwa covers his mouth with his hand, "oh detective, look at the mess you made! are you a child?" he joked.

you blushed a bit in embarrassment as you place the glass down,

"oh would you look at that," seonghwa's finger brushes at the corner of your lips, wiping off the spilled wine.

"you've made a big mess, detective." you watch as seonghwa stares at you seductively, all while sucking the wine off his finger, licking it clean.

you felt your blood starting to run downwards to your little guy as you looked away and coughed.

you pulled out a handkerchief from your breast pocket and took his hand in yours before wiping his finger, all without a word.

seonghwa bit his lip at the gentle gesture, never had a man made me feel like this before, not even theodore.

not letting go of his hand, you glance backwards to see theodore drowned in the many noblewomen that surrounded him, disgusting pig.

turning back to the male, you smirked and intertwined your fingers with his.

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

suddenly, you pull seonghwa towards you and he yelps quietly before bumping into your chest. you hold his waist as your hot breath fanned against his ear, making his knees buckle.

"mrs. kim, please don't forget you are a married woman." seonghwa hasn't felt like this since he first met theodore, and that was decades ago. you whistled as you looked the male up and down, "that dress looks exquisite on you, by the way."

seonghwa smiled shyly, "ah, thank you detective. i must say you don't look that bad yourself." you smirk, "i would want my future wife to have that pretty dress." seonghwa runs a hand through his slicked-back hair and tutted, "oh that's unfortunate," your eyebrow lifted as he continued, "because this dress is a custom made by a friend." theodore could be heard from the living area announcing for a group picture.

the two stare for a few seconds as you added, "my point still stands." seonghwa bit his lip at your words, god, i might cum right now... you slowly detangled your fingers from his and walked towards the large group, smiling gently at the women that waved to you.

seonghwa naturally went into the middle as theodore stood at his left and you on seonghwa's right. you became increasingly annoyed at the fact theodore made no move to hold his wife, even swatting seonghwa's hand away when he had tried to hold the other's hand.

you sighed before quietly placing your hand on seonghwa's hip, as to comfort him of the lost attention of his husband. however, seonghwa smirks as he moves your hand lower, all the way to his plush ass.

Who that man with the big strong hands On her ass in the club with the paps?" Baby, that's you

you physically stiffen as you didn't know what to do or how to react. seonghwa only leaned closer to your ear, "you can squeeze if you want, detective. i worked hard for this body."

god, it's getting hot- why's it so hot? was it always this hot in here? god, why am i burning up?

suddenly, seonghwa lets out a quiet moan when he felt your large hand mold at his ass, squeezing his thighs together. "oh goodness, detective..." you leaned down to his ear, "didn't i tell you to call me by my name?" seonghwa yelps when you shove him onto the wooden coffee table. the other guests gasp and back away when you pull up the dress, revealing a pretty lacy thong.

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you smirk when you see the tips of seonghwa's ears turn bright red, "look at you, pretty." you pull the thong as it snaps back into seonghwa's ass, making him moan wantonly. soon, you pull out your hard cock from your pants and push it inside him one go.

seonghwa came on the spot, drool spilling from the corner of his mouth when he felt your cock drag against his walls, the feeling of it piercing through his tummy becoming his newest desire. you paused for a few seconds to let the man adjust before you held onto his waist and slammed your hips forward.

seonghwa's legs trembled as he tried to bite back his moans. you lean forward and held onto his jaw before fucking him roughly, "ah! oh my- eugh! detective...!" you groan into seonghwa's ear, "why the fuck are you hiding your moans? isn't this what you wanted? for me to fuck you in this room full of your friends,"

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

you turn seonghwa's head as you two stare directly into theodore's eyes, "and your lovely husband that will never be able to satisfy you after i do." seonghwa grips onto the corners of the table as precum dripped from his hard cock, which had been rubbing uncomfortably against the table. "yes- ah! f-fuck me in front of all my f- fuck... friends- mm!"

"oh- oh yeah..! r-right there, detective!" seonghwa turned his head and held onto your cheek, "w-who knew you were s...so ugh- big!" seonghwa pulls you in for a kiss as your tongues danced and teeth clashed, not a care in the world. seonghwa felt his orgasm coming up when your hands began pinching at his perking nipples over the dress, tears were coming out of seonghwa's eyes as his eyes rolled back.

he had never felt more pleasured and embarrassed...

is exactly what seonghwa wanted to happen.

I love you, I wanna big chill

you awkwardly pulled your hand away from his ass when the photos were done, quickly excusing yourself as you walked towards a very busy theodore with lots of women surrounding him,

"yes, i have to go back to the office pretty soon. i apologise for leaving so early on..." theodore laughs and pats your back, "ahaha! don't you worry about it, m/n! i know a great detective needs to always be on duty!" you nod and was about to leave until theodore speaks again, "seonghwa! please escort m/n out, i'm busy!"

you watched seonghwa jogs towards the door where you were and opened it for you, "thank you for coming, detective- ah no, m/n." you smile and nod your head towards him as you walked down the steps, "ah, right! your handkerchief!" you turn your heel, "you can keep it. i don't think it will mean much to a noblewoman of your class, though."

Take you 'round the world, they don't have to understand

seonghwa holds the handkerchief tightly against his chest, feeling his heart beat against his ribcage and his cheeks heat up. "you have no idea how much it means to me..." you go back up the steps upon hearing his words and take his hand before kissing the back of it, "until next time, mrs. kim, or should i say mrs. l/n..."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

that day you left seonghwa with a raging boner. you had stole his heart and he promised himself he would see you again, he just had to figure out how. you also grew infatuated with him just after this one meeting and you couldn't stop thinking about seonghwa, he was like a virus invading your mind.

Baby, can you call me back?

you thought you had long forgotten about those feelings of infatuation towards the man. but as you stand in front of the mansion just a year after, you're surprised to feel your heartbeat quicken and cheeks heat up a bit.

I miss you

you take a deep breath as you hold your hand against the door, what will i do when i see you again? what do you look like now? do you still like me too? your eyes widen as you slap yourself across the face suddenly. no, you shouldn't be thinking these types of things. his husband just died and you are on duty now.

you bit your lip, but doesn't that mean you had a chance to make him yours?

It's so lonely in my mansion

shaking your head to rid of those thoughts, you finally knocked on the door and in that moment the door opened, you thought you would've collapsed if not for your hand on the side or the doorframe.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

"mrs. kim." seonghwa rubbed his eyes and sniffled softly,

"ah, detective you are right on time." seonghwa walked in as you followed, closing the door behind you.

you took a seat on the dining table as seonghwa poured you a cup of tea, "and also, it's ms. park now, oh theodore..."

Whether they like or not (Not)

you fiddled with the handle of the cup as seonghwa sat opposite of you, "let's begin, shall we?" seonghwa nodded sadly.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"where were you at 3:30pm when theodore was murdered?" seonghwa sniffled, "i was at the market since i left at 3pm."

you bit your lip, "what about the maid and butler?" seonghwa brushed his hair back, and you almost didn't catch what he said next as you watched him, like a hungry predator ready to feast on its prey.

"the butler had a day off yesterday and the maid- um, i don't think i remember..." you nodded and jotted down the things he said,

"i'm sorry detective, i've just been crying the whole night so my memory's a bit foggy..."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you paused your writing on your notepad and glanced at his eyes for a second, "is something on my face, detective?"

you smile gently, "no," yes, lies.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i'm very sorry for your loss." you watch seonghwa frown, "excuse me for a moment." he disappears into the kitchen.

you sat idly as you take out your walkie-talkie, "wooyoung."

you could hear some crackling sounds from the other line before a muffled voice responded, "m/n! yes, i'm here! is there something you need?" you nodded, "i need you to go over the alibis for mrs. kim's maid and butler. i want it done by the end of the week."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you heard wooyoung tut, "yeesh, dude."

"wooyoung." you said in a warning tone.

you heard wooyoung groan before answering, "fine, i'll have it done by then. wooyoung, out!"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you put the walkie-talkie away and jotted a few more things in your notepad, you look up to the clock.

it's been a few minutes now, what's taking him so long?

"mrs- ms. park?" you got up and went into the kitchen where he had disappeared and you were shocked to see him gulping down an entire bottle of wine.

Hold my hand

to say you were shocked was an understatement as walked quickly towards him, seonghwa doesn't notice your presence until you snatch the bottle away from him.

You can hit while they watch, boy

"eugh- give it...!" seonghwa made grabby-hands as you held the bottle above his head,

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

"no." seonghwa didn't know if it was the alcohol or you but he felt his face grow hotter by the second.

'Cause love is pain, but I need this shit (Yeah)

his forehead creases, "why the hell not!?"

you frown and hold onto both of his wrists with one hand and pushed him backwards. seonghwa's back hit the wall as tears started forming in his eyes,

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

"let. go." you pause for a moment, "i won't." you said slowly.

"god, get off me!" is what seonghwa said, but he prayed that you never let him go.

"no, you can't drink your sorrow away, i won't let you."

Boy, you're the one, you're the only man

seonghwa glares, "your job is to find the killer of my dead husband, isn't that right?" you loosened your grip on his wrist for a second,

"stop drinking." he smirks, "make me."

With you, I ain't holding shit back

suddenly, your walkie-talkie beeped, "uh, m/n? we have a problem here..."

you let go of seonghwa's arm, "yes, i'll be there in twenty minutes."

turning back to seonghwa, he gripped onto the sink as his head was dipped downwards so that you couldn't see him face. "i'll be back next week, okay?"

When I need my space, you give that

"okay..." you could hear your heart break with each step you took towards the door. no, go back to him!

but all you did was continue walking.

upon hearing the front door shut, seonghwa swiped the wine bottle away as it hit the ground, smashing into pieces. he watched the red liquid flow out, forming a big puddle. he collapses to the ground and screams out in pain.

They all wanna know how you get to me

how could i let you go again?

why didn't i stop you?

seonghwa smashes his fist against the broken glass shards as tears flowed from his glossy eyes, "why, why, why, why!"

Cause this type of love's the epitome

he watches with blurry eyes as his own blood mixes with the wine, both reds close to each other in colour. "why do you always slip away from my fingers..." he takes out a handkerchief from his pocket, "oh my love, i hope this will all be worth it..."

"it's obviously the maid!"

you wince as your partner, wooyoung, screams into your left ear.

"no it's not!" san, your other partner, screams in your right ear. you only covered your ears as you watched the security footage again.

"you guys need to stop bothering m/n all the time..." yeosang sweatdrops as he watches san and wooyoung fight while you sat between them.

"are you stupid, san?"

san gasped, "what, me?"

"yes, you!"

you rolled your eyes as wooyoung continued, "it's clearly the maid! she said she left at 3pm but never mentioned about coming back to the mansion. like, whatttt?"

that's true, it's kinda suspicious but it can't based off my superstition. witnessing murder can cause changes in memory, behaviour, sleep, and body function, affecting the immune system as well as the heart.

it can also lead to cognitive effects, such as brain fog. so it's no secret that seonghwa and the maid could've forgotten some things as they are the first to find theodore's body.

jongho giggles from the reception, "i still wonder why yunho sandwiched m/n's desk between wooyoung and san."

yeosang nods, "they literally resemble cat and dog."

wooyoung huffs and folds his arms across his chest, "the maid was so damn nervous and she didn't even know what she was telling me when i asked where she was that day. it's as if she's admitting to being the killer!"

san rolls his eyes, "what about the stupid butler? are you gonna believe him about being off-duty just cause he said so?"

wooyoung stomps his feet, "i'm gonna believe him if his alibi is sustainable unlike the maid's!"

san's forehead creases, "why are you so determined to prove that it's the maid?"

wooyoung rolls his eyes, "cause she's acting weird! unless she was like, i don't know, bribed or something i won't believe she's innocent!"

wooyoung continues, "and besides, why would she keep her mouth shut if she was actually being bribed? we can help her and shit, stupid."

san stands up abruptly, "don't call me stupid, stupid!"

"no you're stupid!"

"you look stupid!"

"what did you say!?"

"did you not hear me?"

your brows furrow as you mindlessly replayed the video again, deep in thought.

"why do you keep replaying that part?" mingi, who was walking by, presses his cheek against yours as wooyoung and san immediately shuts up and joins in.

mingi makes an 'o' with his lips, "that's mrs. kim, right?"

san shakes his head, "it's ms. park now apparently."

mingi gasps, "he's the one that died?"

wooyoung hit his head, "it's been circulating all around the precinct, are you dumb?"

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

you roll your eyes and shush the guys as the video played once again. in the video was a person dressed in full black outfit from head to toe, and they had just walked out of the gate. the person clearly resembles seonghwa, but for some reason you got the thought that that wasn't the case.

as if he read your mind, wooyoung spoke, "it's clearly ms. park! why would it be anyone else?"

his brows creased, "literally look at his clothes! do you think the maid or butler could wear expensive shit like that?"

san nods, "even we can't afford those."

you flick his forehead, "it's not about money, jesus you guys..."

you had to pause for a moment to ask yourself; why do i know it isn't seonghwa? he clearly stated that he left the mansion at 3pm.

Like why are you capping me?

your eyes trail to the bottom of the screen where the time of the video is,

see? 3pm exactly.

you skip the video to a part where part of the face is revealed; the nose.

your eyes widen, "that's not seonghwa." you stated simply.

mingi scratched his head, "what... how can you tell?"

wooyoung snorted, "how are you a lieutenant?"

san giggled in agreement, "i think he cheated in the exam..."

"yah!" the two ran away as mingi chased them.

you whisper to yourself as you point at the nose with your pen, "see? seonghwa's nose is long and slender... but this one, it's... how should i put it?"

you bit the pen, "it's just not him."

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

"the ink is gonna spill in your mouth if you bite any harder."

you blink back and look up to yeosang who was filling a small paper cup with coffee, "you want one?"

you sighed and nodded, "yes, thank you yeo."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

he places the cup on your desk and smiles, "anytime."

you sip the hot coffee,

why would seonghwa lie to me? did he...

your eyes widen, "no!" you slam the cup onto the desk, scaring half of the people in the precinct as the hot coffee splashed onto your hand,

Whether they like or not (Not)

"ah!" you yelped in pain as you fell backwards.

jongho jumped out of his seat and rushed to your side, "jesus m/n! what's up with you today?"

you hold your burning hand as you whine in pain, "i also wanna know..."

jongho is clearly confused but he brushes if off and sighs, "don't work too hard. you know what happens when you do like most of the time, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeah, i need to chill out.

as the next day rolled by, you sat idly at your desk the entire time. pen in your mouth as you bit at the rear, forehead creasing as you mentally pieced the evidences and alibis together. you sighed and leaned back into your chair,

god, this is too complicated.

"biting your pen again, i see?" you throw your head backwards to see yeosang carrying a stack of documents.

you whistled, "where you going with all that stuff?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

yeosang sighed, "yunho said he needed me to get these all sent to hq." you hummed as he looked past you to the many pieces of notes and files scattered on your desk, "still working on kim?"

you look back and sighed, "yeah, i don't know why it gets more complicated as i dig further."

"give me a second." yeosang retreats to his own desk and places down the documents before returning and picking up the files of seonghwa and the maid, "i see why it's hard for you m/n."

you perk up, "what, why is that?"

you move to the side as yeosang drags his own chair over and sits down after placing the files down. he points at the pictures,

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

"i mean, look at their faces."

you follow his finger, "they look practically like twins to me. if you looked at them from any other angle than the front, you'll surely never tell them apart." your eyes widen, "wait, that's right!"

you quickly click on the security footage of gates again, "i've only ever been able to tell the two apart is because seonghwa always wears nice and luxurious clothes, whereas the maid is the complete opposite."

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

you turn to see yeosang's smug grin and bounced off your seat, "i have to go." quickly grabbing your coat before jogging to the lift hearing yeosang's diminishing 'you're welcome's. you cursed silently as the lift never came, deciding to run down a few flights of stairs.

of course, why haven't i noticed?

I wanna show you off (Off)

huffing, a few beads of sweat forms at your forehead as you reach the ground floor and quickly run into your car. starting it, you drove off. with one hand, you took out your phone and dialled a number.

seonghwa hummed a soft tune as he was doing some knitting in the living room. suddenly, the phone rang and he placed his tools onto the soft couch and jogged to pick up the phone at the desk,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"this is ms. park seonghwa of-" "seonghwa!"

he felt a blush creep towards his face upon hearing the tired and breathless voice of the detective.

I wanna show you

"ah, detective! is something the matter? why are you calling me at," he glanced at the clock on the wall, "almost seven thirty in the evening?" he leaned onto the desk as he twirled the wire between his finger,

Hold my hand

the all too familiar feeling of butterflies in his stomach upon hearing your soothing voice call his name. "apologies, seonghwa. i'm actually on my way to your residence as of now-"

"what, now!?" seonghwa coughed,

You can hit while they watch, boy

"s-sorry, i was just surprised. may i ask why?"

"i just need to confirm a few things regarding the murder case since i'm near to completing it." seonghwa bit his lip, "how far are you?"

So, 9:30? I'll see you there

"ten minutes away, i'll be there shortly." seonghwa looked down at his current attire,

you couldn't see him like this. no way.

No, you hang up, you hang up

"i see. take your time detective, i'll be waiting..." placing the phone down softly, seonghwa rushed upstairs into his bedroom and almost demolished his closet finding the perfect outfit for the occasion.

"is something the matter, ma'am?" seonghwa popped his head out of the closet to see his maid, standing at the doorway.

Somethin' different about you

"ah! right, i totally forgot." the maid watched in confusion as seonghwa dug through his drawers and pulled out an envelope.

"here, this is for the extra work you did for me. thank you, by the way." the maid smiles and takes the envelope with both hands, bowing slightly. "no, i should thank you for providing me such a nice residence."

seonghwa smiles, "the detective will be here shortly, you should leave before anything happens." the maid nods, "take care of yourself, ma'am." "you know i will."

the maid bows once more before jogging to her room and begins packing her things.

Love it when he hit and smack too

finally, seonghwa picks the perfect dress and smirks at the thought of his own image in the dress, but his confident smile drops upon seeing his figure in the mirror.

seonghwa noticed his tummy poking from the skin-tight dress. he gulped and turned to his side, the lump being fairly noticeable. he swore he could still hear theodore's nagging at the back of his heda.

look at yourself, do you think you look good?

nobody would want to have sex with somebody of your shape.

what happened to you? you used to look good.

i suppose you've gotten too comfortable since i had money, huh?

seonghwa blinked back tears as the doorbell rang through the mansion. he sniffled as he reassured himself,

there's no theodore anymore.

he's not here to belittle you.

it's your world now, whatever you want.

i shouldn't be nervous.

Baby, let me lick on your tattoos

he looked at his reflection in the mirror again, this time his eyes dark and lidded, my dear detective is the one that should be nervous.

upon hearing the bell ring again, he rushed downstairs. waving goodbye to the maid who was leaving through the backdoor, seonghwa brushed his dress and took a deep breath before opening the door. the sight of your crumpled dress shirt and messy hair made his knees weak.

"please, come in detective." you nodded before walking inside. "should we have a drink before we start?"

you perked up, "a drink? is it a special occasion?"

seonghwa giggled, "yes, we are about to crack the case! it most definitely is a special occasion." you smiled gently as you sat at the couch, "how about we go upstairs?"

That's true that I like PDA, take it to a seedy place

you felt your throat go dry as you swallowed, "up...stairs?" seonghwa leaned down as he toyed with the collar of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours.

"yes, it's more comfortable," you shivered upon feeling his cold fingers brush against your neck, "and i can feel all the tiredness emitting from you. i must say you work diligently, detective."

you could feel seonghwa's hot breath fanning your face, "y-yeah, that's why they call me the best." seonghwa smirked as he pulled away and slowly walked towards the stairs with you following.

Suck a little dick in the bathroom

upon reaching the bedroom, you're surprised when you saw a filled wine glass with another empty one at its side. "ah! please don't mind that detective, i've been drinking recently."

you slowly nod, "right." seonghwa sits at the side of his bed before patting the spot next to him, "let's sit here."

Front-seat chillin' with the window down

you were surprised to say the least. you'd always fantasize about this, but now that it were actuall happening to you, you felt yourself almost shy away at the offer.

wait, no. stay focused, m/n. this is not the time for all those dirty thought.

you nodded before taking a seat next to seonghwa, bed dipping at the weight of both of you.

I be ten toеs down on the dash, gettin' fast food

seonghwa turned to the bedside table where a bottle of wine and an empty glass stood, "let me pour you a drink, detective. it's been so lonely in this mansion since the tragic untimely passing of my dear theodore."

Hope you can handlе the heat,

you hummed as you watched the dark red liquid fall into the glass smoothly.

seonghwa passed you the glass as he stood up to get his own, "so, how is the investigation going?" you shrug, "we all think it's the maid."

seonghwa blinks in surprise, "the maid?"

put your name in the streets

"yeah, i mean she's the only one whose alibi is incomplete and she was acting so weird during the interrogation." you take a large gulp as he sighed.

your brows furrowed at the bitter taste on your tongue, isn't sauternes supposed to be sweet?

Get used to my fans lookin' at you

seonghwa smiles apologetically, "oh detective, i thought you were smarter than that."

"wha-" suddenly your head began to spin as your grip on the glass loosened. "detective?" you look over to seonghwa as your vision blurred, "uh-"

Fuck what they heard,

then, you fell backwards onto the mattress, red wine spilling all over your white blouse. "goodness!"

you groan as you tried to move, however proving to be futile as your limbs stayed dead still on the bed.

I don't fuck with them birds

"what's... what's hap-" your eyes widen as you look towards seonghwa, who you could see is smirking slightly.

"the wine,"

you breathed, "you drugged it." he giggled and turned towards you,

I'm a mean kitty,

"i knew you were clever detective." you eyes darted around his face in confusion, "but how? you had wine too-"

seonghwa smiles upon your realisation, "you... had your drink prepared." you groaned and stared up at the ceiling,

don't get stabbed with the rat tooth

"damn it! how did i miss that?" seonghwa stroked your arm as you shivered,

"it's absolutely alright, detective. not everyone can catch every single detail, not even you." you look into his eyes, expression unchanging.

Boys be mad that I don't fuck incels

"you think i don't know it's you, right?"

seonghwa perked up, "you know?"

Girls hate too, gun to their pigtail

you smirked, "of course i know. only the best detective in the city can figure that out." seonghwa bit his lip as he straddles you,

"you got some wine on you detective." ignoring you, he plucks a tissue from the box on the bedside table, "here, let me get it for you..."

I love you, I wanna big chill

you were surprised when he leaned down and licked a swipe from your collar to your jawline, making you groaned suddenly.

"god, you taste divine..." he went down once again and sucked at your adam's apple, licking and sucking as if it were his last meal.

Boy, don't trip, I'll split a big bill

you bit back moans as you gripped the sheets beneath you. he leaned higher into your ear and whispered,

Take you 'round the world,

"so what if i killed him? even for a smart man such as yourself, you won't be able to get physical evidence anyways."

they don't have to understand

pulling away, seonghwa's grin didn't falter even under your lustful gaze. "you knew theodore's lazy and never bothered to fix the old security cameras, that's why it only captures one-fourth of the full picture."

Rub it in their face, put a rock on her hand

seonghwa bit his lip excitedly as your smirk grew, "you used that as an advantage and dressed the maid in your clothes knowing people would mistake her for you as you two are similar in appearances."

seonghwa hummed as he began unbuttoning your blouse slowly, eyes never leaving yours. "you stayed back while she left at 3pm and killed theodore.

Baby, can you call me back?

afterwards, you left through the back and the person that came back at 4pm was indeed you. you purposely left out bits in her alibi so we'd blame her and forget about how you could've been a suspect too."

seonghwa clapped as you finished your speech, "100%, brilliant!" he clasped his hands together as he stares lovingly, "oh detective, do you even know why i killed theodore?"

I miss you

you shrugged, "probably cause he's a bad husband and doesn't give you love?" he hummed, "partly, but not exactly."

as he finishes unbuttoning the last button of your blouse, you shivered at the cold air hitting your chest as he admired your abdomen. it looks exactly like how i had imagined it.

It's so lonely in my mansion

"i did it because of you."

you blinked in surprise, "...me?"

seonghwa brushed a few strands of loose hair back, "yes, you! because i love you. ever since that day we met, i've never been able to stop thinking abut you."

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa smiled apologetically, "i missed you so dearly that i found out it was the only way to see you again. plus i'd have gotten rid of the obstacle that separated us."

you tilt your head slightly, "but how are you sure i feel the same way?"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa chuckled, "i can tell since the drug had worn off a few minutes ago, yet you didn't move." your eyes widen as he teased,

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i wonder why?" you gulp as you feel seonghwa place his hands on top of yours before guiding them to his hips.

seonghwa slowly grinds into you as you let out a shaky breath. "what do you think your doing?" he bites his lip upon feeling your erection pressing against his own.

I wanna show you off (Off)

"i'm doing what we've both wanted for so, so long." he leans down and captures your lips in a heated kiss, one that is slow and sensual; what the both had longed for.

I wanna show you

you prodded yourself up with your elbows as your blouse slid off your shoulders, seonghwa felt heat rise to his cheeks when your grip on his hips tightened possessively. he pulled away breathing heavily,

"oh love, you have no idea how much i needed that."

Hold my hand

you stare into his eyes, taking everything in and not even blinking once. seonghwa squirms in his position on your lap as you let your hands slid up his dress, lifting the fabric higher.

you broke eye contact to look him up and down, breath getting heavier by the second. you saw in the corner of your eyes when seonghwa swallowed dryly.

you cooed and softly rubbed his thighs, "what's wrong, sweets?"

seonghwa avoided your worried gaze as he looks down at his hands, "i know the dress doesn't fit me like it used to..."

he tried sucking his stomach in, but the rolls only became more prominent, seonghwa bit his lip in embarrassment.

You can hit while they watch, boy

seonghwa had forgotten about himself as he was so focused on you, that's one of the reasons he liked you so much. you made him forget all about his flaws and imperfections.

your eyes widen at this newfound behaviour in seonghwa. never in your life had you imagined seonghwa to be so, so... insecure. in your eyes, he was this confident man with a rich husband and everything he ever wanted. however, it made you fall deeper in love with him. you adored that he was willing to show this new side to you.

you cupped his cheeks and tilted his head upwards to look at you, "hey... i think you look absolutely stunning today,"

Ah, sorry, I was takin' a sip of my root beer

you whispered before pressing your foreheads together as you sighed deeply, "you have no idea how badly i wanted to see you in that dress again..."

"really...?" seonghwa said, in uncertainty from his tone.

'Cause love is pain,

you didn't reply, only pulling him impossibly closer to you as you captured his lips again. seonghwa whined in response,

softly yanking at the hairs on your nape as your other hand went higher and higher into his dress.

but I need this shit (Yeah)

you could tell he was getting flustered from how hot his skin was getting. you let your tongues wander and fuse as you felt a string wrap around his hip, you smirked into the kiss and pulled away suddenly, leaving seonghwa panting and wanting for more.

We fuck too good when the bean kicks in

"wearing a thong? gosh, ms. park. and here i thought you were a woman of great dignity." seonghwa moaned quietly as you snapped the string of the thong, hitting against his skin.

Like Fortnite, I'ma need your skin (Yeah)

seonghwa grinds further, "how can i keep my legs closed when the man of my dreams is right here? of course i need to impress."

you felt your breath caught in your throat when seonghwa lifted his dress, revealing the white lacy thong that covered right over the mound of his erection,

Don't give a fuck where the penis been (Uh)

a wet splotch in the middle as his cock twitched. seonghwa watched as your eyes became more lidded, trailing up his body as if he were your feast.

you bit your lip upon seeing the small pudge of fat that spilled over the thong, "wow," you muttered breathlessly.

Boy, you're the one,

your mind went blank as you dipped your head down and nuzzled against the warm fat, squishing the meat at his hips.

seonghwa shrieks in horror as he tangled his fingers in your hair, a futile attempt to pull a man twice his size off of him.

you're the only man

"s-stop! get off me," seonghwa cried as his face flushed red, never had theodore done such things to him. it made butterflies flutter in the pit of his stomach.

Me and you on my OnlyFans

you pressed a few wet kisses against the plush flesh of his belly as seonghwa softly laid onto the bed. you pulled away and grinned at the man below you,

Holy cow,

"so pretty..." you kissed his inner thigh as seonghwa whined.

you're the Holy Trin'

"i want you now... please," seonghwa laid his arms next to his head, silently begging you to take his clothes off.

Hold me down when a hole need dick

you smirked, "yes, your highness."

seonghwa inhaled sharply as your slender fingers softly slid against his skin, moving upwards painfully slow as the fabric followed.

Be my security, it's your therapy

seonghwa whined, "come on, hurry!"

you only halted your movements and cooed at the male, "i don't want this pretty dress to tear, though." you teased. seonghwa thrashed in your hold as tears formed in the corners of his eyes,

With you, I ain't holding shit back

"please! we can get a new one-" you cut him off with a wet kiss as he tangled his hands in your hair once again. you groan into the kiss when his fingers yank at your scalp a little.

When I need my space, you give that

"but you said it's a custom made, remember?" you whispered against his lips. the littlest details you remembered about seonghwa made his stomach churn, unlike that damned theodore.

When he broke my heart, you fixed that

seonghwa stares at the string of saliva connected at yours and his bottom lip before looking back up at you, blushing as he realised you'd been staring at him the entire time.

With a long walk on the beach

"you still remembered?" he whispered softly.

you smirk as you brush his hair back, leaving butterfly kisses on the shell of his earlobes, making him shiver. "of course i remember,"

you gently knead his waist, "how can i forget?"

Love it when they honk-honk on the street (Beep)

you let your lips hover against his, but made no move to connect them together. you could hear seonghwa's uneven breath, making you chuckle softly.

"i remember everything," you kiss up his neck, "and i mean everything, about you."

When they see us zoom by in the Jeep (Yeah)

seonghwa whines before pulling your neck towards him suddenly. he pouts, "if you don't take off this damn dress now, i won't let you fuck me." you smirk and card your fingers through his slick-back hair,

We a whole damn joint, we a energy

"don't be so impatient, princess." seonghwa glares warningly as you chuckle softly, "alright, alright. i hope you're ready for what's next."

seonghwa couldn't even process anything as the dress was slipped off his body in one fast move, he shivered as the cold air hit his body.

Baby, we could just ride on our enemies

pushing him back onto the bed, you let your finger hover over his hole as seonghwa's cock twitched in his thong, calling for you. you leaned into his ear, "are you ready?"

They all wanna know how you get to me

seonghwa whined and pouted, "can't you just put it in now? i can't wait any longer for you, my love..." you couldn't resist his glossy puppy eyes and gave in, sighing.

however, seonghwa regretted his decision immediately upon seeing your huge cock spring out of your pants, hard with precum leaking at the tip. he shivered, "uh- i think i want to prepare first..."

Let 'em feel how they feel and be Philistines

you hold his chin with your thumb and index finger and tilt his head up, "backing down now? hm, i don't think so." letting go of your chin, you lined yourself up before gripping his hips roughly.

"ah- no! it-it'll rip...!" tears formed at the corner of seonghwa's eyes as you pushed in quickly, stretching him out in one go. seonghwa moaned whorishly when your tip hit his prostate with the first thrust, proving how big you really are.

'Cause this type of love's the epitome, said

seonghwa gripped the sheets beneath him as he arched his back, "ah! oh-oh my god... it- nghh- it's too much, m/n..."

Baby, you're literally capping to me right now

there was an animalistic glint in your eyes upon hearing your name roll out of his mouth, "say it again," you said simply.

"h-huh?" it was hard for seonghwa to focus on your words when your huge cock was damn near to poking through his stomach, the full feeling in his stomach made him dizzy.

Like why are you capping me?

"say my name again." you growled into his ear, seonghwa felt himself physically and mentally melt. you groaned lowly upon the warm feeling of seonghwa clenching onto you.

"m-m/n, fuck me!" he cried.

You just cap so hard, it's— I don't know what to do

you moaned when you heard your name again. your grip on his hips was so hard, seonghwa swore it'd bruise. suddenly, you pulled out and thrust back in quickly.

Kissin' and hope they caught us (Ah)

seonghwa screamed as he yanked at your hair, making you groan. his toes curled and thighs trembled, "oh! ngh, yeah- right there!"

Whether they like or not (Not)

seonghwa shivered when you buried your face into his neck, hot breath tickling his neck.

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa loved this. he smirked at the knowledge that none of his friends that fantasised about you would ever have you like he did, they would pay millions and even consider leaving their own husbands to be beneath you.

I wanna show you off (Off)

but here seonghwa was, making love to the very same man most of his female friends hoped to have. the thought alone made him feel all giddy, how you chose him over any of those women.

I wanna brag about it (Yeah)

seonghwa was suddenly brought back to reality when you sucked at him neck, making him squirm. "mm,,, n-not there, ah!" seonghwa felt you smirk into his neck as he continued his harsh thrusts.

I wanna tie the knot (Knot)

tears rolled down seonghwa's cheek as he came untouched with you following soon after. you panted heavily as you looked down to admire your artwork, "i wish i could frame this exact moment, love."

seonghwa smirked, "that's not possible, but i hope you engrave this into your mind." you stroke his cheek, "you know i will."

I wanna show you off (Off)

you pulled out and watched your hot cum drip from his hole and onto the sheets, dampening it. you bit your lip as your cock became hard again just at the thought of breeding your beloved.

seonghwa gasped as you rubbed your erection against his entrance again, "w-what! again?" you nodded shamelessly and only nuzzled into his stomach, "but we just did it-"

seonghwa was cut off when you pushed yourself in again. he whimpered, still not getting used to your size. this time, seonghwa clung onto your back as you thrusted upwards. even though your thrusts were slow, each thrust hit against his prostate, making seonghwa's eyes roll back.

I wanna show you off (Off)

he cried as you sucked more hickies on his neck, his nails leaving angry red lines down your back as you only shivered. "ah... i'm gonna fill you up,"

seonghwa's eyes widen as he stares into your lust-filled ones, "i'm gonna make you carry my babies..." seonghwa moaned at the thought, overstimulated cock leaking obscene amounts of precum.

"that way, you'll be mine forever." seonghwa's vision began blurring as he muttered your name over and over, not even comprehending his or your words.

I wanna show you (Off)

"forever, forever, forever..." you mumbled again and again with each harsh thrust you sent. seonghwa whimpered as he closed his eyes, sounds of skin clapping and bed creaking filled the room.

anyone who passed by the room would know what was going on inside instantly, that's how loud and unholy the sounds were. but it turned seonghwa on to no end.

you smirked, "pretty baby..."

Yeah, yeah

leaning down, you suckle on seonghwa's nipple suddenly, making his body jolt. "h-hey! ah- not there, d- ngh! don't..." seonghwa's back arched as you bit down onto his chest, the pleasure of your thrusts and the pain of your teeth clashing together.

I wanna show you off (Off)

pulling away, you smile at your teeth mark you left around his nipple. you tutted, "i can't leave the other one unattended, right?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

seonghwa gulped as you attached yourself to his other nipple, pulling it with your teeth. seonghwa cried and whimpered as he sunk his head back onto the soft pillow below his head, hands gripping your arms as he twitched and trembled.

I wanna show you (Yeah)

seonghwa felt your cock twitch and thrusts grow sloppy as you slowly reached your orgasm, him following.

a few more thrusts was all it took before you released your second load into seonghwa. he responded by moaning and arching his back, mesmerised by the warm feeling invading his stomach as he came in long, white ropes.

Yeah, yeah

you thrust a few more times as you came down from your high before pulling out. seonghwa whimpered at the sudden empty feeling, feeling your cum slowly flow out of his hole.

I wanna show you off (Off)

you collapse next to seonghwa, wrapping him in the thick blanket before spooning the male. "do you wanna clean up?" you ask.

seonghwa shook his head and nuzzled into your neck, "stay for the night, please." you grinned and kissed the top of his head, "what kind of person would i be if i left?"

I wanna show you off (Off)

you two laid in silence for a few minutes before you spoke up, "marry me." seonghwa's eyes widen as he sat up immediately, hair a mess as his cheeks flush red.

"a-are you serious?" you chuckled and cupped his cheeks, "yes, i am." seonghwa bit his lip worriedly, "b-but what about theodore, what do i do? what do you do? what-"

I wanna show you

you cut off his rambling by kissing him lovingly. the kiss filled with nothing but pure love and yearning for the other, "i'll take care of it, so don't worry your pretty little head about it."

you intertwine your hands with seonghwa's when he sniffled, pressing your foreheads together.

Hold my hand

"i love you, park seonghwa." he nodded as his bottom lip trembled,

"or should i say, l/n seonghwa?"

You can hit while they watch, boy

©BRRRKDSLEK 2023

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otakutrashwrites · 3 years

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Trying to get Mammon to Confess

Thank you to @ravenvelith for both beta reading and editing this for me. Best wife ^_^

Mammon sits there, staring at M/C for what feels like the longest time. They still haven’t noticed him, their nose buried in the textbook they are reading, getting ready for the upcoming exam on Devildom history. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold in his feelings, but every time he tried to tell them, it was like he couldn’t speak in coherent sentences.

As he is lost in his thoughts, he doesn’t notice Beel approach M/C, snacks in hand.

“Hey M/C, I know you’ve been studying for a while, so I brought you a snack!”

M/C jumps in surprise and clutches at their chest, not having heard Beel approach. “Beel, I appreciate the thought, but you really need to announce your presence sooner! I almost had a heart attack!”

“Sorry...I just thought you might like something to eat, you’ve been studying for hours. Take a break.”

Why is Beel here? I, THA GREAT MAMMON, should be tha one bringin’ M/C a snack!

Before Mammon can walk over and interrupt, M/C leans up to give Beel a kiss on the cheek.

"I really do appreciate it." Their stomach rumbles, causing them to chuckle. "Apparently, my stomach does, too. Thank you, babe." M/C takes the food from Beel, smiling.

Wha-why would they kiss Beel?! Babe?!

Mammon bursts out of his hiding spot, shouting.

"Whatdya think yer doin'?! Ya should be kissin' tha Great Mammon! I was yer first, so I'm tha one ya should be doin' that with!"

"Mams, what are you talking about? Did you not know Beel and I were together?"

Mammon's face drops. The person he loved, his M/C, was already dating one of his brothers. Would they be with him if he had already confessed?

"No, I, uh, didn't…'m happy for ya. I'll leave ya to it then…" Mammon walks away feeling dejected.

M/C sighs. “Beel, I don’t think that worked. I just want him to admit his feelings, you know? But instead, I think I really hurt him. I’m gonna go talk to him.”

Beel nods. “Maybe we shouldn’t have listened to Levi.” *munch munch munch*

“I guess. I just thought an anime trope might actually help in this situation, not make it worse…”

M/C walks down the hallway to Mammon’s room and reaches up to knock on the door, when they hear muffled sobs. Is...is Mams crying? Fuck, I really messed this up. While trying to figure out whether they should go ahead and knock or just give him some space and come back later, Mammon opens the door, tear streaks evident on his face.

“EEEEHHHHHHH?! M/C, what are ya doin’ here? Why aren’t ya hangin’ in the library with...Beel?”

“Mams, I-fuck, how do I say this? Beel and I aren’t dating?”

“WHAAAAA?!?!?”

“Levi and I thought if I made you think I was dating someone else, it might get you to finally confess how you feel, like in the slice of life and romance animes we watch. I should have realized it would have hurt you, but I was getting desperate.” M/C waves their hands around in exasperation.

“What are ya talking about? I don’t have feelings for ya!” He looks down, trying to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Fuck this, M/C thinks. Since I’ve tried just about everything else at this point, might as well just be direct.

“Look, Mams, it’s not Beel I want to be with, or any of your other brothers. It’s you, always has been.” Mammon opens his mouth to interject. “No, let me finish, please. I’m sorry for trying to make you jealous, it wasn’t fair to you. But dammit, Mammon, it’s like nothing seems to get through to you! I love you, Mammon, as more than a friend, more than my first. Everyone else can clearly see it except for you. I knew you were oblivious, but jeez.” M/C takes Mammon’s hand in theirs. “I’m in love with you, Mams.”

Mammon stares at M/C, eyes wide and mouth open, gulping air like a fish, not knowing what to say, causing M/C to laugh.

“Wha?! What are ya laughin’ at?!”

M/C wipes a tear from their eye, still laughing. “You, ya big dummy. I pour my heart out to you, and you get that look on your face.”

Mammon begins to stammer. “W-w-w-w-well of course ya’d confess to lovin’ the Great Mammon! I was your fir-” M/C cuts Mammon off with a kiss. “Mmmh…”

They pull away from each, both blushing. “I’ve wanted to do that for so long now, and I knew that’d be the only way to shut you up. Now, you’re also my first kiss with a demon.” M/C smirks.

Mammon looks at M/C. “Can...can you do that again?”

“Oh, does the Great Mammon want another kiss? I guess I, the little human, can grant the big, bad demons' wish,” they say with a sly smile.

“Well, yer no longer just any human…” Mammon’s voice lowers as he starts to mumble. “Yer my human…”

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.” They definitely heard, they just want to give him a hard time.

“...I said yer my human.”

“Damn right I am.”

#otakutrashwrites #obey me shall we date #mammon #mammon obey me #beelzebub #beelzebub obey me #mammon x mc #mammon x gn!reader #have some angst with your fluff #i made myself cry #levi is mentioned #beta read because i'm not that much of a heathen

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 3 years

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Mission of Mercy: Twenty- Six

“What the fuck, Bucky?” Nat hissed.

And Bucky cringed, “I know-”

“I just fucking got her to talk to you about it, you dumb fuck,” she said, grabbing him by the back of the neck and dragging him into an empty conference room.

Bucky sighed, “Nat-”

“No,” she hissed, “She had a whole crisis about whether or not to say anything and then you had to go and go behind her back? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

The brunette hung his head and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Have you ever heard her talk about him?”

“Clay?”

“Yeah,” he said looking up slowly.

“Not often,” Nat admitted.

“Me either,” he said, “But you know what? When she does, she talks about him like he’s in the next room. Her whole life is built around making him proud of her… Not her ma. Not her dad. Clay.”

Natasha sighed, “You’re still an idiot.”

“I know,” he said smiling a little. And for a long moment, the silence stretches between them and Bucky watches the spy carefully. “Hey Nat?”

“If you’re about to ask me to talk to her for you-”

“No I-” he stopped and looked around, stepping slightly closer, “Have you ever had her forget to be… cautious when she’s angry?”

Natasha shook her head. “I’ve seen the after math but… Never heard it first hand.”

Bucky nodded. He couldn’t get the feeling out of his chest. It still hurt. Like when you touch a weird texture and feel it on your hand for a while after word. The memory of an unpleasant sensation. Like a cold brand slapped against his ribs. Cold fire closing around his heart and clawing it’s way up his throat. The pain was gone but the sensation lingered. “I kinda understand why that rookie took a shot at her once.”

The spy quirked an eyebrow, “That bad huh?”

He nodded, “My fucking rib cage burnt. My throat is still burning… But it’s cold. So cold.” It reminded him of cryo. Just a little. Sure, he was flash frozen but. He could still feel an instance of cold swirling in his belly and closing up his throat.

Nat shivered reflexively and took a deep breath, “You okay?”

Bucky nodded, “She was so fucking angry I don’t even think she realized what she was doing. Or that she was doing it.”

The spy nodded. She had her own theories about how you controlled your abilities. And what made them so magnified. And privately, she was glad that she’d never been on the receiving end of one of those instances where you’d lost control. She’d wondered if she was just immune. But, she knew what it felt like when you were happy. Really happy. The air sparkled and it felt like diving into warm water. Like the perfect sunny day after a long winter.

“You need to fix this, Bucky,” she said quietly.

And all Bucky could do was sigh. He wished that he knew how.

_________

Joe looked at you over his coffee mug as you pondered the dominos on the table. You were quiet, at least quieter than normal. You hadn’t been properly talkative since before Clay died. You went through the motions a lot. All big smiles and dimples and attitude. But in the quiet moments, that. That was his girl. And today, you looked beat. Like the night before had been a long one. And he sighed.

“Y/N, either put something down or pack it in kid. I ain’t gettin’ any younger.”

You start, snapping back from where you’d meandered off too and bite your lip. “Sorry.” But Joe knows your heart just isn’t in it. Something had you chafed raw on the inside. And being around anyone hurts. There’s no safe port of storm. But you put down a tile, turning your attention for a second to your coffee cup.

He wants to ask where Bucky is. If it’s a mission or- Well he doesn’t want to think that it might be anything else. That you might have called it quits. Or that Bucky did. He’d seen the way the other man looked at you when you weren’t looking. It was like you hung the moon. Like if he looked away too long you might fade away because there was no way a girl that pretty could be real. And Joe didn’t envy him. Nothing burned that hot or that bright but once in a life time. And nothing could scare you like that fear that it could all go away in an instant. Like it had done for him once upon a time. When his wife died and left him rudderless. No children. No plan. Just an ache in his heart nothing could fill. At least until his sister Margerie marched to his door with two kids in tow. One little girl with chocolate smeared on her mouth and a Boy trying desperately to keep her from getting too far away from him. The memory still made him smile. And Joe would give anything for you to be that little again.

“So,” he said, pushing a tile into place and leaning back in his chair, “You gonna tell me what’s wrong or do I gotta waste what little grey matter I got left trying to piece it together?”

“Joe,” you start, trying to smile. Trying to shift his focus

“Don’t you try that shit with me, young lady,” he scolded, shaking a finger at you. “You keep it up and you’re gonna be in a world of trouble.”

You sigh and rub the back of your neck, “I really don’t want to talk about it.”

Joe scowled at you and fixed you with a level stare, “Young lady-”

“I just don’t,” you cut in meekly. “It just- it’s complicated.”

“You think I don’t know complicated? I had to deal with the aftermath of your boyfriend shooting a president.”

You snort bitterly, “Yeah. Well. this is probably almost as ridiculous.”

There’s a feeling in the air. A chill that burns. It feels like the moment before a car crash and the moment after you find your girl kissin’ your best friend. Disappointment. And pain. And irritation.

It’s only just a moment. A suggestion of the weight pressing on you before you pull it all back where it belongs. But it’s enough to make Joe shut his jaw with a soft snap. As much as he might like to know, he can’t press. Because in that moment, he realized, for the first time in his very long life, that knowing things is sometimes harder than not knowing.

And he’s better off in the dark.

#Bucky x reader #Bucky Barnes #Natasha Romanoff #fluff #angst

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murderousginger · 4 years

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Reckless Tongue

Peaky Blinders fic

Cops & Robbers part 6

Warnings: Angst. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Word count: 4,135

"Someone give me their hat and coat," you raised a brow as you extended your hand out for someone to fill, "I'm going to go have a talk with our John boy."

"He's my brother, I'll go," Tommy said as he stood up, still working his jaw in his hand. His hand went directly to the small of your back as he tried to direct you to sit at the table, but you stood like stone.

"You both rile each other up," you said as you shot him a look before shaking your extended hand. "Coat. Hat. Now."

"Finn, give her your things," Arthur said as he looked up at Tommy. "I think we need a family meeting."

Finn begrudgingly handed you his hat and coat. You scooped your hair up and stuffed it into the cap before putting the coat on and buttoning it, letting the extra fabric of Tommy's clothes pad you so you lost your curves. If you walked fast and kept your head down, maybe no one would question the feminine shape of your face.

"I'll send John after our talk," you said sharply, cutting Tommy off from his retort to Arthur. "I'm getting tired of you boys. Work whatever this is out or I'll remove myself from the lot of you. I'm your friend. I'm a Peaky Blinder. Stop thinking with your cocks and let me be."

"Finn," Arthur said, his eyes rounded as he looked from Tommy to you, "go tell the boys to stop looking and return to business as usual."

Finn swayed on his feet as he looked around the room before he finally trudged toward the door. With a quick look over his shoulder, he slowly pulled the door open and slinked through.

"If you want us to stop thinking with our cocks, you've got to stop batting those eyelashes, love," Arthur said, his hand smoothing his mustache down.

"Don't you dare blame me," you seethed. "I've not changed. I used to be able to run with you and taunt without a care. Now I've got to deal with your fragile egos and puffed chests if I say anything a way."

"You aren't a girl anymore," he said as he looked between you and Tommy, "and we're not boys. The game has changed, love."

"Sure act like boys," you shot, crossing your arms.

"You're loyal and you're trusted," Arthur said softly. "We don't get that much."

"Well then think of me as your bloody sister and move on," you said as you threw your hands down to your sides and stomped toward the door.

"(Y/N)," Tommy murmured as he grabbed your wrist and tugged you around to face him. "Keep your head down, yeah?"

He grabbed the collar of the coat and lifted it around your bruised neck. He pushed the cap back as he quickly kissed your forehead and then shoved the cap lower in a fluid motion that almost looked like he was just straightening your cap on. So quick and light that it almost was if it hadn't happened at all.

"Yeah," you said dazed and looked into his eyes but only saw your own confusion reflected back at you in his blank face.

He patted your body, pushing the clothing that padded you to shape your form.

"Are they gone from my flat?" You stepped back and shook him out of your head. Muddled from opium, indeed. He was stronger than any drug.

"They'll be gone but watching," Arthur answered. "They've checked the Garrison last night, too."

"They've got nothing on me, though, right?" You looked over to Arthur and walked toward the table. "Can't I just let them catch me? They'll have to let me go."

"They'll hold you for questioning," Tommy warned.

"That's no problem," you said, looking between the boys. "We don't talk to coppers."

A glint shone, his features awakening for just a moment before the wall came back, hiding any emotion he might have had.

"Maybe you do," he said.

You looked between Tommy's blank stare and Arthur as he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he pursed his lips.

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You walked quickly on the cobblestone, hoping your boots didn't make too much racket and tip anyone off as to who you were. The morning was dull and grey and the sky threatened storms at any moment. You made no pretense of where you were headed and immediately went to The Garrison.

You opened the door and went directly into the private room, closing the door behind you.

"Harry," John said before he took one of the four shots in front of him, "leave the bottle and go. I'm not in the mood to talk."

John took another shot, eyes on the lineup in front of him the entire time.

"I'd rather we talk before you get pissed off your head," you said, arms crossed as you look down at him.

John rolled his eyes and took the last two shots before leaning back and putting his hands behind his head.

"You know," he half-heartedly glared at you, "you nab Arthur and you'd get the whole set. Finn, too, if he's not too young for you."

"That's not fair and you know it," you said between your teeth as you slid into the booth next to him. "It's rich coming from the Shelby that kept kissing me even though he had a wife."

"You didn't seem to mind the kissin'."

"You didn't mention the wife," you spat, "or the baby."

John rubbed his face before smacking his hands into the table.

"Yeah, well," he said in a huff. "You didn't ask."

"John," you warned. "I know you think you know what's happened--"

"So Finn's a git and didn't walk in on you naked with Tommy, then?"

John batted the empty shot glass between his two hands on the table and scowled down at it.

"Where's my fuckin' whiskey?" He muttered.

"Oh for fucks sake," you slammed your hands on the table and stormed out of the room, stomping your way round the bar and grabbed a fifth of whiskey from the shelf. You swirled and stomped your way back, the handful of regulars and Harry watched in silence as you slammed the door to the private room behind you.

"Here," you slammed the bottle onto the table and slid it to him before sitting back down. "Now why should I not have someone, eh?" You seethed. "Why should I be on the sidelines waiting for a married man, eh? A happily married man with a baby. Are only Shelby's allowed to do what they fucking please?"

John spun the lid off the bottle and chucked it at the door. The lid pinged around the room as he leaned back and took a long drink from the bottle before his face scrunched up as he swallowed.

"Piss off, John," you said as you crossed your arms. "You wanted fucking whiskey I wasn't going for your brand. Now tell me why it's fair."

"I fuckin' know it's not fair," he grumbled. "But it's Tommy. You couldn't have jumped in bed with Isaiah or one of the younger boys?"

"And what would you have done then, John?" You shot back. "I don't think you would have been okay then, either. I thought we was friends. I thought we agreed to get past it and we were finding ways to stay friends. We've known each other too long to have a couple kisses ruin it."

"I thought I'd be fine," John sighed. "When you found someone. I love Esme. I'm happy," he paused for a beat before he shot you a look of warning, "Tommy's not known for making anyone but himself happy. And I guess… I guess I just liked the thought of you waiting. If Tommy is Tommy, you'll be gone. I like having you around palling like we was kids."

You grabbed the bottle from him with an exasperated hiss and took a swig of it. You let the alcohol burn your mouth as you held it there, eyes closed. You swallowed it slowly, feeling the burn travel down your throat and heat your stomach.

"You have to let me go, John," you said quietly, eyes still closed. "I let you go that night. I've been trying to find the new line between us. You've got to do the same. I miss my friend."

You opened your eyes and looked at John. His chin was tucked to his chest and his jaw flexed. He met your eyes and nodded shortly before grabbing the bottle and pressing it to his lips.

"Just don't leave," he said quietly before taking a swig. "If Tommy… just don't leave."

You nudged him and quirked an eyebrow as you smiled softly.

"I've known you boys for most of my life," you said. "I'm the only girl to best Tommy Shelby yet."

The corner of his mouth curved as you nudged him again. He rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around you. You easily leaned into him, wrapped your hand around his side and squeezed.

"Yeah, fine," he said begrudgingly. "But next time don't keep us out all night worrying, yeah? Esme's gonna take me head off when I get back and say I've been out all night because Tommy wanted you to hisself."

"You ever just want to be away, John? Just to hide from the world for a bit? I needed some time after yesterday."

"Yeah," John said sourly as he squeezed you, "and Tommy was all too happy to have it."

"Arthur wants you back at the house," you said, choosing to ignore him. "Shelby meeting."

"Are you going, what with wearing Finn's coat and Tommy's clothes?" John joked as he let you out of his grasp to get out of the booth. "Take Arthur's belt and my shoes and you'll be more Shelby than all of us."

"I've got to get my own clothes and get ready for work," you said as you rolled your eyes. "Life goes on and I can't be wearing this for my shift."

"It's a right warning to any wandering eye, innit?" He joked and stood up behind you.

"There's enough warnings out there to keep me to you lot," you breathed as you opened the door. "Rumors and fear bound me long ago."

"Oh now," John laughed as you both walked into the general bar area. "We can't help if a proper man hasn't had the balls to scoop you up and take you away from us."

"Wouldn't want a proper man if he did," you laughed. "What am I to do with a proper man? Raise chickens?"

You both laughed and walked out of The Garrison and split paths to go on your ways, him back to Tommy's with the bottle in his hand and you to your flat. You crossed the street and immediately ran into a group of officers. You ducked your head down with your cap.

"Uh, sorry sirs," you said, dropping your voice as low as you could and clearing your throat.

The closest officer squinted at you as the others grabbed you to push you off of him.

"Watch it!" One yelled as they pushed you out of their group.

One hit your cap and knocked it off of your head. Your hair splayed out down your shoulders and you picked up the cap and ran as they all shouted behind you. You darted in between people and ran as quickly as you could, finding alleyways and side streets to veer off into as you tried your best to lose them. A couple of them slowed down but others kept up with you through the streets and back alleys, you heard their feet beating the ground and their huffs as they ran. You turned a final corner, dipping into someone's yard and closing their garden gate behind you. You leaned against the tall gate, frozen as you heard footsteps stop for a moment and then a shuffling noise as more gathered on the other side of the gate. They squabbled among themselves before you heard footsteps run off. You waited a few moments, evening your breathing before you gathered your hair and put it back under the cap, straightened yourself and walked out of the gate.

Two officers grabbed you by your arms and you yelled. A forceful blow hit the back of your head and you blacked out.

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You came back slowly, drifting back from the receding shores of unconsciousness. You tried to open your eyes but only saw black. You flexed your hands and realized they had been tied behind you. The world bumped and moved beneath you and a distant hum of an engine. You lulled your head with the steady movements and finally felt the bag they must have placed over your head scratch the back of your neck. You leaned and felt shoulders on either side of you that pushed you back when you touched them. They were moving you somewhere.

You had no idea how long you were out or where you were, so you stayed still, hoping they thought you were still unconscious. If they didn't know you were awake, maybe you could learn something.

You were dragged out of the vehicle roughly. You did your best to be dead weight and not make a sound as they manhandled you, dragging your legs across a rough terrain. You were plopped into a chair and your arms were cranked behind you and tied together. You dropped your head forward and listened to the men shuffle around you.

"She used to work for me, apparently," a voice murmured in front of you. "Jack said she was a barmaid that quit the same night the Shelby's tore up my club. Said she left with one before the mayhem started."

From the few times you had heard it, it sounded like Sabini.

"Odd timing," a gruff voice agreed. "Why don't you leave her with me and I'll get to the bottom of it, yeah? As a kind gesture among allies?"

"I'm quite capable of torturing a girl," Sabini sniffed.

"Right, but, the thing is," the voice said. "Shelby thinks we're friends, right? So if I talk to this girl, this woman, I might get more information from her and him, right, if I play nice and give him his little toy back. Women are weak things. You torture them too much and they up and die and no one learns nothin'. But if you play nice, the weak things sing like little birds, don't they?"

Silence thickened the air around you. You forgot to breathe for a moment as you waited for the answer.

"FUCKIN' LISTEN TO ME," the man bellowed. "Listen to me, mate. If you give me the girl, I'll get more information than you've dreamed. You'll have Tommy squirming in his seat like a little boy needing the loo. And then you can break him."

You had jumped at the rise in his voice, and then lulled your head slowly, pretending to wake up. You moved your shoulders and arms, testing the bonds that held you to the wooden chair, pretending to be in a daze as your mind raced.

Someone yanked the bag off your head, blinding you with light. You focused your eyes in and out, trying to make sense of the room while you held your mouth slack and breathed through it as you lazily looked around.

"See what you did there?" A man said, squinting at you. "You had me wake her up, right? That's not very kind of you."

The man had a beard mixed with red and brown and dark hair peeking beneath his black hat. His eyes were dark but just as piercing as Tommy's, like he was evaluating every piece of you. His long black coat hung on his sides, open enough to see his white button up shirt and a hint of a vest. He walked away from Sabini, who scowled at you from his place near a stack of crates in the giant warehouse that surrounded you. Your eyes flickered from Sabini to the man who stood in front of you, who now leaned down to meet you at eye level.

"What's a woman doing with the likes of the Peaky Blinders, yeah?" He asked as he steadied himself with his hands on his knees. "And what with bruises on your neck, too?"

"With who?" You said innocently, batting your eyelashes at the man.

"Don't play coy with me, pet," the man said, looking between you and Sabini behind him. "My good friend Tommy Shelby doesn't keep women. He keeps whores and family."

He turned his eyes back on you.

"Which are you, eh? You don't look like a Shelby."

You jutted your chin out and looked down at the man in front of you.

"If you know Thomas Shelby so well, shouldn't you already know?" You asked as you saw Sabini stamp his foot and turn away from you with a scoff.

"The problem, sweetheart," the man said, running his hand through his beard as he looked you over, "is that you're awake a little too early, yeah? Maybe you should ponder upon yourself what to say to me when you wake up."

The man stood up and turned his back to you and walked toward Sabini.

"Be gentle, yeah?" He called over his shoulder. "We don't hurt women unless it is justified. Shame she woke up."

A man's arm wrapped around your throat and squeezed off your airway. You kicked your feet out, scrambling to put your legs under you and move the man behind you from his hold. He squeezed tighter as you thrashed and black spots started to cloud your vision.

"Right so, as I was saying," the man said, voice slowly getting farther away, "hand her to me and I'll take care of it, yeah."

Black took over your vision and your mind went blank.

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You slowly came back, as if you floated right back into your body. The black dots that peppered your vision retreated as you sucked air in your mouth and back out, labored as it was. A hand patted your shoulder as the bearded man from before rounded you and sat in a wooden chair in front of you.

"Right, well," he said, leaning back and rubbing his hands together, "with the Italian bastard gone, I'd like to ask a few questions, yeah? Like what's a girl," he waved at your outfit, "hiding herself in all this for? Who are you to our Tommy Shelby?"

He leaned forward and rested his elbow on his knee and smoothed his beard with his hand. You raised an eyebrow as you assessed the man who sat in front of you while his eyes dug into every piece of your skin.

He wasn't Irish. Wasn't Italian. His fingers danced around as he talked, shining his numerous rings in your eyes so you could never exactly focus on any one thing. The man was smoke and mirrors that directed your vision elsewhere when he noticed you looked too long at one place.

"I wasn't raised to explain myself to strangers," you said evenly. "Who am I speaking with?"

He scoffed and leaned back as he licked his lips before he leaned forward, closer than before.

"I," he said as he shook his hands between the both of you, "I am the bloody reason Sabini didn't gut you for being insolent, girl. I am your salvation."

"Never much believed in God," you said lightly, like you were commenting on the weather. "My name is (Y/N), not girl."

The man squinted at you, nodding as his jaw locked. His hands pulsed open and closed in rhythm of the thoughts flashing across his face.

Finally, he leaned back and crossed his legs, his hands lacing together to rest upon his knee.

"Right then, (Y/N)," he said, anger radiating off of him like sweat rolling off a cold glass, "You can call me Alfie. Right, now that we aren't strangers, what's a woman doing running 'round Birmingham dressed in men's clothes?"

"Just thought a walk suited me," you said with a smile.

You cheek stung as a loud crack echoed the warehouse and your head whirled to the side. Your ears rang as your head slumped to your chest and you felt Alfie's hands grip your shirt as he steadied you and pulled you forward until his lips were close to your ear. It wasn't until that moment you realized your hat and coat were gone.

"Right, sorry pet," he murmured, "I forgot I was talking to a lady for a moment. The clothes confused me, set me off a bit, yeah? Because I'd never hit a woman, those sweet, beautiful gifts from god, right, but I'd never allow a man to fucking lie so blatantly to me. So I ask again, man to man, right, since that's how you're dressed, who are you to Tommy Shelby?"

You gaped, sucking in air as the pain radiated through you. Alfie's fingers curled into your shirt, popping buttons as you pushed yourself to speak.

"I'm just a Blinder," you gasped. "I just go where he needs. Women can more easily slip into places."

Alfie hummed and propped you back up to sit straight as he looked into your face with a squint. He let go and snapped at the men around you.

"Nothing 'just' about it," he drawled before changing tones faster than a song on a record. "Let's get the lady a tea as we call our dear friend Tommy to pick up his Blinder girl, yeah? Ollie, go on and give Mr. Shelby a ring, right? Tell him I procured his pet from the Italians."

Alfie stood up, pulled one of your knives out of his pocket and danced it in his hands before he stepped behind you. You felt the binds loosen and you pulled your wrists away, inspecting them as Alfie rounded you to sit back down. You touched your aching cheek and winced.

"Found these on you, we did," he said as he leaned back and ran his fingers along the blade before he put it back in his pocket. "You understand why they won't be returned to you until a later time."

"Shouldn't you drop me off somewhere?" You asked, watching Alfie closely. "Sabini won't like you handing me over. You drop me off and I'll wander back on my own. Say I got loose. Better answer than helping Tommy if you want to keep playing that you're helping him."

"Women in business are like a woman aboard a ship," Alfie muttered, eyeing you. "Bad luck."

You looked down at your shirt, which had the top three buttons popped off and hung loosely around you.

"Good thing it's just us men here then," you retorted as you cocked your head at him. "So are you playing Tommy or are you playing Sabini?"

"I'm going to need you to stop that little brain of yours from thinking about my business, right?" Alfie stood up, pointing his finger at you. "Or else I'll have to treat you like a man and not a pawn, yeah? And that won't be good. You look bruised enough to have seen enough bad men."

Alfie paced, watching you closely.

"You look at me like a snake, innit? A big bad. What do you think your boss is?" He let out a throaty chuckle, "Using women as soldiers, it's fucking disgraceful, pet. No honor in sending women with knives in their petticoats. No honor t'all."

"I know why Thomas does what he does," you said calmly, looking up at Alfie pacing in front of you. "Why do you do it, the business, the killing?"

He stopped and scowled down at you.

"No, pet," he laughed. "I'm not the one answering fucking questions here, yeah. You'll not get answers from me. You," he pointed at you again, "will answer my questions and give me no lip, yeah? You're fucking witchcraft won't work here."

A boy tumbled in with a cup of tea on a saucer and handed it to you with a tense nod before he turned to Alfie.

"What should I tell Shelby, exactly, sir?" The boy fumbled, jittering in place.

Alfie looked you dead in the eye.

"Tell 'im his girl's being dropped off to wander her way back to the flock," he said, keeping eye contact. "And if he's not careful, a brain like hers is likely to get cut or stolen for good."

"Yessir," the boy nodded and disappeared.

You sipped the tea slowly, not breaking the eye contact Alfie started.

"What are your questions?"

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #storytime with murderousginger #tommy shelby #John Shelby #arthur shelby #alfie solomons

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loversarcanas · 2 years

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DND characters you say?? I must know more I loove hearing about how other people go about playing my favorite hobby.

For Aphrodite, 2 (lol), 4, and 21! And 16 if you're feeling it ~

oh HELL YEAH, thank you friend!!!! SUPER excited to see another dnd enthusiast here :)

2. how did you come up with your oc's name?

ok SO i really love the greek goddess aphrodite, she's probably my first or second fave mythological deity, and i really liked the idea of having a character wit h that name - then as i started to form her in my mind more, i REALLY loved the idea of an assassin who names herself that, and calling her final blow "aphrodite's kiss". it feels similar to "kissin kate barlow" from the holes movie - very femme fatale.

4. what inspired your oc's appearance?

honestly i don't really remember! all i remember is looking up blonde models on google images, finding one i liked and being like 'THAT'S THE BITCH" vkxbjnknkfknd

16. make up a headcanon about your character as if you were not the creator. do it i dare you

JKSDFKDSHFGK LOVE THIS ok ok ok uhhh.. i headcanon that when she's not off being a cold-blooded killer, that she wears cozy lil autumn sweaters and drinks EXTRA SWEET hot cocoa and sleeps with like 5 stuffed animals and has names for each one

21. free space!

im LOVING the free space questions ksjhkdd OK

so she's a lesbian, she's struggled with coming to terms with it bc in the situation she came from she was around a lot of other girls and ended up binding with a few of them - one of them being her closest friend kiara. she ended up REALLY falling in love with kiara but besides having to push down those feelings to escape her situation, she was afraid of telling kiara her feelings because she didnt want to lose her best friend :(

bright side of this though!! is after escaping and joining out dnd crew, she became good friends with my wife's character petra who fully accepted her and supported her <3

#allegory-of-the-rave #replies

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saecookie · 2 years

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WAIT I DID NOT REGISTER THAT HE WAS KISSIN WILLEM DAFOE IN THE FANART?? ok tell me ab ur blorbos in John Wick. The only thing I know is that Keanu Reeves gets mad and kills people over killing his dog or something but I have no idea how they made multiple movies ab that. Hit me

Oh Sunni darling Sunni how i love you. First off, note that when I went on my rb spree after watching the last movie, i looked for Dafoe gifset especially, because I adore his character but also as a nudge nudge will Sunni? Imma rb them again once I've posted this.

Vague spoilers ahead for the basics of each movie.

So basically, John = was the very best of them all assassins, like, bedtime story for baby assassins who've been naughty. retired bc he became a tadam husband to his wife he loves dearly. life is a bitch, wifey dies of illness. john broken. A LITTLE PUPPY DETS DELIVERED TO HIS DOOR! turns out wifey arranged for it knowing he'd need something to keep going on.

As you know, dog gets killed. bad things* ensues. (*bad things = vengeance. but no! i'm not getting out of retirement, just, vengeance.) The movies are hysterically funny to me because they are GOLD at stating that John Wick truly is fucking feared among his peers, everyone is scared shitless when they hear "X killed John's dog, we're fucked" "But we're 56 and he's 1!" "nah we're fucked"

Second film is "oh I heard you're out of retirement turns out you owe me the big one assassin favour the moral code forces you to return" "but i don't want to i was just avenging MY PUPPY" "yes but you have to" it's peak "don't make me do this you're gonna regret it" Also featuring characters I adore, in Gianna d'Antonio and her friend/bodyguard Cassian, that i hc as John "assassin childhood/school friends" because I can.

Third movie is "the one climax from the 2nd movie is the capital assassin offence, no everyone is after you, try to get out of this one" and he does try. it's one big chase featuring yet again people fanboying over John Wick.

Out of the three movies, the first is the most balanced out one, like there is nothing bad to say about this movie it's a fucking banger. The second one's flaw is that it wants to make a second movie so one plot point seems a bit blind to me, but other than that, very funny and OH so pleasing, like there is a not to Enter the Dragon's mirror scene, like a whole fighting scene is in a museum and it's incredible, featuring a deaf character speaking ASL. The third one's flaw is that it's a chase; if you don't mind that it's ok, but it never stops so it's sometimes a bit tiring bc boom boom noises and lights.

The movies are GOLDEN, for who likes me loves action and figth scenes, those are incredibly choregraphed (not surprising from Chad Stahelski aka stuntman, stunt coordinator on Matrix, stunt for Reeves in Matrix, double for Brandon Lee in The Crow 😉).

There are some great characters (i'm getting there), with notably the Receptionist of the Hotel (hotel = big assassin lore point, it's a hotel franchise for assassins, where you pay with assassincoins, and it's "sacred ground" ie = when you're there, no business. everyone is your colleague, it's basically saying PAUSE from the assassin game), but also the barwoman that i adore, the director of the Hotel, Winston, Aurelio the mecanic who's my baby, AND

Marcus (Dafoe). Marcus is a character in the first movie. We don't know much about him (as for basically every character in the franchise : the show don't tell is excellent), beside the fact that he's an old friend/colleague of John. What i'm gonna say next is spoilery for the first movie but I guess you're here for that. We first see him attending from afar John's wifey funeral, and at the end coming to greet warmly John. Then in the first movie, someone puts a contract on John's head, an open one, but the sponsor also asks Marcus personnally bc he's one of the "old" generation, one who survived because he's one of the best. There's an exchange around "no problem killing your old buddy" "for 3M nah" and then he chases John all through the movie. And every time he points his sniper at him, someone is already there to try and kill him, so Marcus either kills the first killer or disturb the scene so that nobody else kills him. Throughout the movie we gather that he's not having an ego trip of "i want it to be ME who kills him" but rather that he accepted because he's a sniper and he just... towers bloody guardian angel John. We don't know why except for the fact that they were old friends, but what transpires is really some warm empathy/compassion/feeling sorry for him and wanting the best for him.

So i guess i just wanted some more content for their friendship but shipping them a way or another in their youth, i'm here for it. comet partners as for my own hc, but to each their own you know. They are so well paired and the movies are just so well directed, i swear, all the characters you can feel that they're not thinly written. THAT'S IT FOR THE BLORBOS and other SCRUNGLOS feel free to ask it's my current brain goes brrrrrrrrrrrrr.

#john wick #sunnibits #♥

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thelastspeecher · 3 years

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Best Revenge AU - Masks

I think like a week ago, I mentioned I was working on a write that featured Angie getting a bit more agency in the Best Revenge AU. Here’s that write, finally finished. Enjoy some of Angie’s backstory in this AU and her being more than just someone that things happen to.

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Angie and Max sat high up in one of the tallest trees in the apple orchard. It was the only place on the McGucket farm with some semblance of privacy.

“So…” Angie started hesitantly. Max looked at her. His straw-blond hair had gotten shaggy recently, to the extent that Angie didn’t know how he could see through his bangs. “I, uh, I heard back from West Coast Tech.”

“And?”

“I got in.”

“You-” Max’s jaw dropped. “Angie, that’s amazin’!” Angie smiled. “I actually just heard back from my first choice school, too. University of Southern California.”

“Where is that?”

“Los Angeles.” Max beamed. “Which ain’t that far from San Diego. We won’t be livin’ in the same city, but we won’t be that far apart.” He suddenly looked down at the branch they were sitting on nervously. “That- that is- if ya want to stay together.”

“Of course! I want to keep datin’ you!” Angie said. She scooted closer to him. Her fingers intertwined with his. “Why wouldn’t I? I’m in this fer the long haul, Sprout.” Max grinned at his pet name, derived from how his abrupt growth spurt last summer had catapulted him from Angie’s height to almost a full foot taller than her.

“Good. ‘Cause I’m in it fer the long haul, too.” He took a breath. “And, actually, since the both of us don’t have plans on breakin’ up anytime soon, I wanted to share a secret with ya.”

“Oh?” Angie said curiously. “What would that be?” Max pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to Angie. Angie looked down at the object. It was a small rock. Before she could ask why he’d given her a rock, it flew out of her hand and back into Max’s. She stared at him in shock.

“I’m a super,” Max whispered. He held out an open palm. The rock hovered above it. “Specifically, I got geokinesis.”

“…Wow,” Angie breathed.

“And…” Max swallowed. “I want to use my abilities to help people.” Angie’s excitement plummeted. “I want to be a hero.” The last bit of hope Angie had held onto, that she had somehow misunderstood what Max meant, crashed.

Oh, no! Angie’s breath caught in her throat. A hero? But... She thought back to the plans she and Lute had come up with to enter the villainy scene out west. They were both eager to follow in their parents’ criminal footsteps. I can’t be a villain if my boyfriend is a hero.

“Angie?” Max asked hesitantly. “Is somethin’ wrong?”

“No, I just- this is a lot to take in,” Angie said quietly. She looked down at the ground far below them, her mind still racing. “Bein’ a hero is, it’s-”

“Yeah, it’s dangerous. But I feel like I was given my power fer a reason,” Max said. Exuberance colored his voice. “I don’t want to waste it. Y’know?”

“Yeah…”

Can I really give up on bein’ a villain fer Max? Before Angie could think on it more, there was a loud crack. The branch they were sitting on split in two. Max let out a shout. Angie quickly wrapped her arms around him, summoning winds to keep them aloft. They hovered a few inches above the ground for a moment before she carefully lowered them.

“Yer a super, too,” Max whispered. Angie broke off the embrace.

“Yeah.”

“That’s incredible!” Max put his hands on the sides of Angie’s face. “May- may I kiss ya?” he asked. Angie nodded. Max leaned in, planting a sweet kiss on her lips. “I knew you were somethin’ special,” he said once he had pulled away. He stroked her cheek. Angie leaned into the gesture, warmth spreading through her chest. “We could be heroes together!”

“No,” Angie said sharply. Max seemed taken aback, but recovered quickly.

“I understand. It ain’t fer everyone.” He smiled at her. “I love ya somethin’ fierce.”

“I love you, too,” Angie said.

But do I love him enough to give up on bein’ a villain?

“Now that I think about it, maybe it’s fer the best if yer not a hero,” Max said. “I couldn’t bear to see ya get hurt.” Angie stood on her tiptoes to kiss him.

Yes. I do.

-----

Angie landed in the backyard of the house she and her husband had bought back when they first got engaged. She watched her flower garden mournfully for a few moments.

I poured so much love into this place, this relationship. And I’m ‘bout to leave it all behind. The back door opened.

“Angie, is that you?” Max called.

“Yes.” Angie walked over to her husband. Max smiled at her.

“I’m glad yer home. I was startin’ to get worried ‘bout ya,” he said softly. He kissed her cheek.

“I can take care of myself.”

“Angel, I know yer very capable. But even the most prepared person can get hurt,” Max said. The familiar words sparked Angie’s simmering anger. She brushed past him roughly. “Angel?”

“Don’t call me yer angel,” Angie spat. Max followed her inside.

“What’s wrong?” Max asked, closing the door behind them. “I thought yer walk or flight or whatever would’ve cooled ya off.”

“It did.” Angie turned to face him.

“Good.” Max sighed. “I hate when ya storm off all angry fer some reason. And it’s been happenin’ so frequently lately-”

“‘Fer some reason’?” Angie demanded. “Max, I have told ya each and every time I’ve left why I’m doin’ so. So, either ya aren’t listenin’, or ya don’t think my reasons ‘re valid. And quite frankly, I ain’t sure which one’s worse!” Max walked up to her. He stroked Angie’s cheek.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, okay?” Max said soothingly. “Angel, I don’t want to fight.”

“I don’t want to fight either,” Angie said. She took a shaky breath. “Which is why I can’t do this no more.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m leaving.”

“Wh- but you just got here.”

“Not-” Angie met Max’s gaze directly. “Not like that. Max, I want a divorce.” Max’s amber eyes widened. One of Angie’s favorite ways to get Max to blush was to say she wanted to drink him in, just like the cream soda his eyes reminded her of. Her heart broke at the memory of all the times she’d turned him red and stuttering.

“What?! Angie, no! No, we can- we can work through this!” Max desperately reached for Angie’s hands. “You don’t- we-”

“We can’t work through this,” Angie said softly. “It’s clear to me now that what you want and what I want contradict each other.”

“That ain’t true!”

“It is!” Angie insisted. “You want a baby right away and a wife who’ll stay home to take care of him or her. I don’t want to leave my job, I don’t want a baby right now. If we stick together, only one of us will wind up happy, and the other one ‘ll be bitter.”

“That’s not- Angie, please!” Max begged. He squeezed her hands. “Remember the first time we danced!”

Freshman year of high school. Yer friends dared you to dance with me, mine dared me to dance with you.

“Our first kiss!”

Under the mistletoe during Christmas break, when ya came over to play games with Lute, but wound up helpin’ me bake treats in the kitchen. You tasted like the sugar cookies we made together.

“When we went to college!”

We spent every weekend together, stayin’ up late and wakin’ up early just so’s we wouldn’t waste a single minute with each other.

“Our wedding!”

When you lifted my veil, ya looked at me like I was the sunrise. A single tear traced its way down Angie’s cheek. Like I was the most beautiful woman in the world, and the only thing in yours.

“Don’t you remember?” Max asked. Angie choked back a sob.

“I do remember. That’s the problem.”

“What- what do you mean?”

“You aren’t the person you were when we made those memories together.”

“What?” Max whispered. Angie pulled her hands away.

“You’ve changed, Max. The memories I hold most dear are all from when ya encouraged me to be adventurous, when ya followed me into trouble without a thought, when ya asked ‘fore kissin’ me.”

“Do you want me to ask before I kiss you? I can do that.”

“It’s just an example.” Angie looked away. “An example of how ya used to care about my opinion. Ya don’t anymore.”

“That’s not-”

“Don’t lie,” Angie snapped, suddenly driven to her breaking point. “If ya cared ‘bout my feelin’s or thoughts, we wouldn’t be havin’ this conversation!” She turned away. “I’m grabbin’ a bag to stay at Lute’s fer the night.”

“No!” Max grabbed Angie’s wrist. “Don’t leave!” Angie let out a soft gasp of pain at the strength of his grip.

That’s goin’ to leave a mark, ain’t it?

“Let me go,” she whispered.

“No.”

“Let me go,” Angie repeated firmly. “Or I’ll make you.”

“How?” Max asked. Angie ground her teeth. She stomped on Max’s foot, making him yelp in pain. Using the moment of surprise to her advantage, she ripped her hand free of Max’s grip and grabbed his arms, twisting them behind his back. She shoved him to the ground.

“That’s how,” she spat. “All those times ya told me I was too fragile to walk down the street at night, I was actually capable of takin’ down a trained superhero.”

“Where did you-”

“It ain’t yer business where I learned how to fight. If I planned on stayin’ with ya, maybe I’d tell ya. But since I’m leavin’, I won’t say a word.” Angie let Max go. He stayed on the floor, still in shock. “And since ya can’t behave yourself, I’m goin’ to Lute’s now. He’ll drop by later to pick up some things fer me.” Max slowly sat up. He looked up at Angie with plaintive eyes.

“Angel…”

“Eat shit,” Angie snarled. She stormed out through the door she had entered not even ten minutes ago. Before she took flight, she looked down at her wrist. Like she’d feared, the skin was already turning purple. Bile rose in her throat.

“Angie!” Max shouted. A gust of wind blew the back door shut, then lifted Angie into the air. Tears streaming down her face, she looked back at the house one last time.

“Goodbye, Sprout.”

-----

Angie and Stan sat on the roof of Stan’s apartment complex. From their spot on the ledge, they could see the city bustling far below. Angie idly kicked her legs, which, like Stan’s, dangled over the edge, high above the streets.

These shoes better not fall off ‘n hit some poor pedestrian.

“I like the view,” Angie said idly.

“Yeah. It’s kinda weird, actually,” Stan said.

“That ya like the view?” Angie asked. Stan nodded. “Why?”

“When I was a kid, I was afraid of heights.”

“Really?” Angie stared at her boyfriend. “Ya don’t seem the type to be easily spooked.”

“Flattery, huh?”

“No, truth.” Angie tilted her head, smiling. “Yer a rather brave feller.” The compliment got her intended reaction. Stan immediately blushed. “So, what made ya stop bein’ afraid of heights?”

“Well…” Stan rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “I stopped being afraid of heights when I realized I could use my powers to fly. No point in being scared of falling if you won’t ever hit the ground.” Angie opened her mouth. “Yeah, I’m, uh, I’m a super.” Stan held out his hand. Fire crackled into life above his open palm.

“Oh, I knew that,” Angie said. The fire disappeared. Stan stared at her. “I was just goin’ to say that now I know yer at least a level two, if not level three pyro.”

“How- you- what-” Stan stammered. Angie smiled.

“Not to insult you or anything, but pyros ain’t exactly rare. I know how to spot one.”

“Oh.” Stan grinned. “Makes sense you’d be able to spot a super, since you’re one, too.” Angie’s jaw dropped. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re pretty good at hiding it. But there’ve been a few times where you get worked up, and suddenly it’s really windy, even though we’re inside and all the doors and windows are closed. You’re an aerokinetic, right?”

“Yer more clever than ya claim to be,” Angie commented, still reeling from Stan’s revelation. “Especially since aerokinesis is a pretty rare power. Most folks don’t even realize it exists.”

“My mom knew an aero,” Stan said with a shrug. He took a deep breath. “But me being a super isn’t the only thing I need to tell you.”

“Oh?”

“I’m also a mask.”

Shit. Angie’s blood ran cold. It would be just my luck if I’ve only ever dated two people and they were both heroes.

“If ya don’t mind me askin’, which, ah, side do ya fight on?” Angie asked carefully. Stan winced.

“The illegal side.” He held up his hands. “I know you’re probably the kinda person who doesn’t like the…law-avoidant community. But-”

“I don’t mind none.”

“Wait, really?”

“Ya don’t do any of the really bad stuff, right?” Angie asked. “Just things like theft?”

“Mostly, yeah.”

“Then my statement stands. I don’t mind,” Angie said, struggling to keep her response mild. Stan gaped at her. “Yer a good man, whether ya steal or not.”

He’s a villain! He’s a pyro villain. Angie searched Stan’s face. Oh, he’s prob’ly that coworker Lute likes. What’s his name? Flamethrower.

“You really don’t care I’m a villain?” Stan pried.

I prefer it.

“Nope.” Angie smiled sweetly. “I care ‘bout who ya are as a person.” Stan smiled back. “But I do have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“Why are ya tellin’ me this? We’ve only been datin’ fer a month.”

“My gut said I could trust you,” Stan said with a shrug. “My gut’s never been wrong.”

“That’s why ya felt comfortable tellin’ me,” Angie said. “Not why ya told me.” Stan eyed her. “If ya don’t want to share, ya don’t have to. But don’t dress up an answer I didn’t ask fer as the one I did.” Stan managed a crooked grin.

“Damn. There’s no fooling you.”

“My folks raised me right.”

Any villain worth their salt has to be good at controllin’ a conversation.

“Well, you figured out I was trying to get out of telling you, so I guess you’ve earned the answer,” Stan said, rubbing the back of his neck. He sighed. “My mom was a hero. But she didn’t tell my Pops until she already had three kids with him. She didn’t even tell him she was a super.”

“Really? That seems…” Angie paused to search for the right word. “Ill-advised.” Stan snorted.

“No shit. Pops woulda liked some warning before I burst into flames while he was holding me. That’s how my powers manifested. Pops was drying me off after a bath. I caught on fire.” Stan snickered. “Luckily, he hadn’t drained the tub yet, so he chucked me back in and shouted for my mom. Mom had to come clean after that.”

“Does pyrokinesis run in yer fam’ly?”

“Nope. Not even close. My mom’s got your basic ESP package. Shermie’s a normie. And Ford’s got some weird teleportation thing.”

“Who are Shermie and Ford?”

“Shermie’s my older brother. Ford’s not important.” Stan looked away. His voice suddenly became mournful. “Not right now, anyways.” Angie put her hand on his shoulder. He looked at her with a weak smile. “But, um, back to the stuff with my parents. Shermie says that their marriage wasn’t exactly ideal before, but after Pops found out she was a superhero and kept it from him, it got worse. I like how things are going, Ang. I don’t wanna keep a big thing from you and risk you leaving me.” Angie reached for Stan’s hand and intertwined her fingers with his. “This is the best relationship I’ve ever been in.”

“I’d say the same, but it ain’t as great a compliment, since I only ever dated one person ‘fore ya,” Angie said. Stan chuckled. Angie squeezed Stan’s hand. “Thank you fer tellin’ me.”

“Like I said, my gut says I can trust you.”

“Yer gut is right.” Angie grinned deviously. “I ain’t no snitch.” Stan laughed again. Angie leaned against him, her head on his shoulder. “I love you,” she whispered, for the first time since she’d left Max. Stan rested his head on top of hers.

“I love you, too.”

#mmm yes there are some good Feels in this here write #v proud of it. it was fun to write some Angie/Max stuff #god I love this AU (and I love getting asks about it.......)#Best Revenge AU #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Stangie #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks #Junior Pines

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If I Didn't Care

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky finally catches a break.

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Like, a handful of swear words, SO MUCH FLUFF AND SO MANY FEELINGS

A/N: I’ve been on quarantine for the last week and I was in a 1940s Bucky mood 🤷‍♀️ This and this inspired me.

As always, feedback is a very much appreciated and welcomed!!! 💘💘💘

Tick… Tock… Tick… Tok…

The wooden clock, the last thing you had of your granddad’s, sat nestled atop the pink crocheted doily Becca made for you four years ago. She claimed crocheting took her mind off of “it”.

You wrote to him when Becca gave it to you, telling him all about how talented his sister was and how he needed to hurry home so he could boast her up, too.

That’s how you were in the early letters; lighthearted. Blithe. Unfettered that Bucky was thousands of miles away, acting as though he was still at camp in Indiana. Steadfast on the notion that he would be home soon, and you could have your fella back.

Bucky read that particular letter for a few weeks while he was stuck in a trench. Some soldiers ribbed him about the “lovesick look” he gave the pieces of paper. Others shared an understanding pat on his back, as they themselves had memorized every word their sweethearts back home had wrote for them.

He tried writing back to you a few times, tried coming up with something smart to say that he knew would make you laugh… but he couldn’t. He was tired. And scared. And wanted to be home more than he could truthfully tell you.

I’m sorry it’s takin’ me so long, honey. I keep tryin’ to tell ya about what’s going on here, but I can only tell you so much… and none of it is anything you’d want to hear, anyways.

I just miss you, sweetheart. More than you know.

All my love,

Bucky

Sgt. James Buchanan Barnes, 107th

Two weeks later he was captured.

You stirred beside him, pulling Bucky from long ago memories and into the present. He rolled to his side, gazing at you, memorizing the curve of your exposed back in the early morning light. You clutched the pillow under your arms, a soft hum coming from you.

You took a deep breath, stretching toes as you turned your head away from the window, not ready for the day to begin. Your face scrunched as you dared to open one eye, only to be met with a steely gaze and deep circles, and a warm smile that tried convincing you everything was perfect. You slid your hand across the bed until you met the warmth of his calloused hand and squeezed halfheartedly.

“Why’re you awake?” His smile deepened as he rubbed his thumb over your smooth skin.

“How can I sleep when there’s an angel next to me? If I sleep, I’ll miss it.” A sleepy grin spread on your face, and you huffed a laugh through your nose.

“You’re a real charmer, Barnes.”

“Only for you, sugar.” Bucky felt your hand tighten in his, and he moved your hands towards his mouth, placing a gentle kiss on the curve of your finger. You sighed contently and closed your eyes, sleep still fresh in your mind.

“What time is it?” You asked, your face half smushed against the pale blue linen. His other hand brushed the loose curls from your face, the tips of his fingers following the smoothness of your skin down your back.

“Almost six.” You hummed, in acknowledgement or pleasure, he wasn’t sure.

“Can we stay in bed forever?” He grinned and leaned over to kiss your shoulder.

“As long as you don’t hog the covers.” He laid on his back as he watched another lazy grin spread on your face.

“No promises.” Down below, the city was starting to stir, meaning the illusion of peace would be coming to an end for the time being. You groaned and pulled yourself closer to Bucky, seeking his warmth. “We hafta get up soon, don’t we?” Bucky chortled as you squinted up at him.

“’Fraid so, sweetheart.” You groaned softly and dropped your head onto the plains of his chest. He chuckled and rubbed his palm down the back of your head, smoothing your hair. You tilted your head and looked up at him, a tired pout on your face.

“Can you promise me now that we won’t make any plans for the weekend? I need 48 continuous hours with my husband.” An effortless chuckle vibrated in his chest and he stared at you with hearts in his eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.” Happy with his answer, you pushed yourself up, your lips landing on his, quieting the storm that lingered in Bucky’s thoughts. You started to pull away, but Bucky pulled you back in, cupping your face and kissing you like it was the first time. One hand stayed on the bed to keep your balance and the other laid on top of his hand, your fingers going over the metal band on his finger. You pulled back with a gasp, air filling your lungs.

You gazed at each other as you both worked to control your breathing, both forgetting that you needed to start getting ready for the day.

“If you keep kissin’ me like that, we’ll be late and—” Bucky pulled you back, swallowing your words before they had a chance to pass your lips. You moved so he could hover over you and he settled between your legs, rolling his hips.

The day could wait a little while longer.

“Buck?” Bucky blinked, subconsciously shaking his head as he turned to look at Steve.

“Yeah?” Steve studied the man beside him, fear visibly seeping through Bucky’s pores.

Silent fear.

Fear that would never be spoken about to anyone, not even Steve.

Bucky adjusted the hat on his lap and cleared his throat, hoping that distracting himself would make the situation easier.

Steve let out a tired sigh and settled in the spot beside his friend.

“Think your mom made her apple pie for us?” Bucky huffed a laugh, an easy grin spreading across his face.

“Hell… I don’t even remember what it tastes like anymore. Hope she made two, ‘cause I’m not sharing any with you.” They both laughed, loud and freely.

Steve continued before he could stop himself. “Do you think Y/N’s gonna be able to leave the hospital?” Bucky’s laughter quieted, his grin fading away into the frown he’d had the entirety of the boat ride home.

“Yeah. Her last letter said she would.” Bucky had written a letter to his mom, telling her to let you know you didn’t have to be there when they docked, that he’d understand if you were too busy. He shouldn’t have been surprised when just two and a half weeks later, he found a letter from you sitting on his bed.

Foolish.

Utterly stupid.

Completely moronic.

Those were just some of the things you called him in your seven page letter. And Bucky knew it. A part of him knew you’d show, and you had probably talked with the other nurses as soon as you heard his return date so that they’d help cover for you so that you’d be able to be there.

He knew that.

But the other, louder part of him feared that you wouldn’t be there. That, at some point in the years since you had last seen each other, you fell in love with someone new and just couldn’t tell him over writing.

You can’t break up with someone in writing, Bucky, you had told him his last night home, so if you wanna break up, you have to do it now. But save your breath because I won’t accept it anyways.

Or, maybe what he feared most would be how you looked at him. Would you still see him as the same kid he was when he left, or would you only see the shell of who was left?

Someone shouted about seeing the Statue of Liberty and the ship broke out in cheers.

They were home.

Cloudy, warm water sat in the basin as Bucky took long, steady strokes down his face. He hadn’t shaved in almost a week, much to his mother’s dismay. When she dropped off a casserole earlier in the week, she, in that way that mothers do, stared in quiet disappointment at his jaw, never saying a word, but getting her point across perfectly.

Bucky finished shaving and wiped his face with a fresh towel and stared at himself in the mirror, resting his hands on the cool porcelain, his fingers curling over the edge. The circles under his eyes seemed darker and more noticeable with no beard to take all the attention.

“Honey?” You knocked on the door twice as a courtesy, and pushed the bathroom door open, “I finished ironing your shirt.” You smiled and brought in a cup of coffee just how he liked it. “It’s hanging up on the door.” You hummed in subdued surprise and stepped into the small yellow bathroom and smiled at Bucky in the mirror, your free hand running across his lower back as you stood beside him. “You look nice.”

Bucky grinned as he took the mug from your hand and took a drink, the hot beverage instantly soothing his mind.

“Thanks, baby.” He set the coffee down on the shelf under the mirror and took the drain out of the sink, setting the stopper up to dry. Your fingers ghosted over his left shoulder and he tensed, inhaling sharply. His head turned quickly and he stared at you, an apologetic grimace on your face.

“Sorry… Are they botherin’ you?” You stared closely at the angry scars that littered his arm, looking for any sign of irritation that might be causing his discomfort.

He knew what you meant. Wanted to know if they were hurting him in any way, not just tangibly. After Switzerland, doctor’s had been able to save his arm, but the scars and pain that it left him made him wonder if it was worth it. They told him he suffered damage to his nerves, so he’d never be able to use his left arm the same way.

But when his arm started to heal a few weeks after his surgery, the doctors were bewildered.

Amazing, they’d told him.

It wasn’t. Not really. It was just another reminder of what he went through when he was captured.

“No… they’re fine.” Your eyes flashed to his, giving him chance to change his answer. “I’m just anxious about my interview.”

“Oh, Buck, you’re gonna knock it outta the park! I guarantee they don’t let you leave without hiring you on the spot!” You turned to face each, taking his hands in yours. He squeezed your hands and watched his thumb rub over your knuckles.

“What do I tell ‘em? ‘My wife thinks I’m great, so you hafta hire me?’” You chuckled and shook your head.

“No, just tell ‘em I make the best chocolate cake, so they be glad they hired you come the holidays.” Bucky chortled, skimming his thumb over the gold band on your finger. “Tell them you’re the best mechanic they’re ever going to find, and not hiring you would be the dumbest thing they could do,” you pulsed your hands, “I can go to lunch early if you want me to walk with you to the interview?” Bucky let out a long sigh and finally met your gaze.

“That’s okay, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want you to be late gettin’ back to the hospital.”

“’S not that big o’ deal. I’ll have one of the girls cover for me if I’m not back.” He gave you that soft smile, that smile that told you he wanted to tell you no, but didn’t want to hurt your feelings. You took a deep breath and studied him, reaching up to wipe the small bit of shaving cream that lingered by his ear. “Fine… I’ll stop, I’ll stop.”

“Thanks, Y/N,” a gentle kiss to your forehead and you separated, Bucky taking his coffee and going to the bedroom to get dressed. You stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were simply making up the annoyance Bucky held for you, or if it was factual, and now he was stuck with someone who pestered him.

He’ll talk to you if he wants to, Y/N, your friends affirmed, don’t take it personally. My Johnny does the same thing. They all do it.

Not Bucky.

Your Bucky shared his soul with you years ago, and now he was hiding it from you, and nothing hurt you more.

Bucky left the apartment at the same time as you, not needing to, but not knowing what else to do with his time if he stayed at the apartment.

He showed up at the auto repair shop two hours early and settled on the bench just outside the front door, attempting to read the newspaper he bought on the way there.

It was going terribly.

He wasn’t able to get past the first paragraph without getting caught up in his thoughts and losing focus. He tried reading about the new player the Dodgers just bought thirty times before he gave up and watched the birds up in the trees.

The bell chimed above the door and an older man in grease covered denim coveralls, wiping his hands with a rag, stood in the doorway looking Bucky up and down.

“You here for the interview?” Bucky stood up quickly, smoothing out his brown suit and taking off his hat, holding it to his stomach.

“Yes, sir.” He raised a brow.

“You’ve been sittin’ out here for nearly an hour. Don’t have anything better to do?”

“My wife told me if I break her radio again, she’ll put me out on the street.” The man chuckled, still wiping grease and grime from his hands. He stuffed the rag into his back pocket and extended his right hand to Bucky.

“I’m Walter, but everyone calls me Walt.”

“James, but friends call me Bucky.”

“Ya got a strong grip. Well, Bucky, come with me, we’ll go to my office.” Bucky grabbed the newspaper and folded it quickly, following Walt through the front door. They took a short walk through the garage and went into Walt’s office that sat in the back corner of the shop, giving him the best view of everything in the garage. Walt motioned for Bucky to sit in one of the worn wooden chairs in his office and shut the door behind them.

“I didn’t mean to make ya change your schedule for me. I woulda waited until it was time.” Walt chuckled gruffly, waving Bucky off as he sat in his swivel chair, the wood creaking as he settled.

“I felt sorry for ya. Guys were makin’ bets on how long it’d take ya to come inside.” Bucky chuckled, shrugging off his embarrassment.

“Who won?”

“Me. They’re out gettin’ me a Coke as we speak!” Bucky laughed and relaxed in his chair, his nerves not consuming him for the moment. “So, tell me about yourself, Bucky.” Bucky rattled off facts about himself: where he served, what he did overseas, how long he was overseas, and where he got his training when he got back home. Walt raised his hand, cutting Bucky off. Bucky stopped talking and Walt lowered his hand, resting it on the arm of his chair. “You said you had a wife?”

“Yeah. Her name’s Y/N.”

“How long you been married?”

“Got married last May when I got back from vocational school.”

“Any kids?” Bucky shook his head.

“Not yet.”

“Did you meet her when you got home?” An easy grin made its way to Bucky’s face and shook his head.

“No, I’ve known her since we were kids.” Walt’s eyebrows raised in surprise.

“She must really like you if she let you make her wait that long.” Bucky chuckled.

“I’ll tell ya Walt, I’ve had pretty stubborn women around me all my life, but she takes the cake.” Walt laughed, the deep sound echoing in the small office. “I lost count how many times I asked her to marry me, and I almost had her convinced, but then the war happened,” he shrugged his hands, “and then there were other things to do. She told me we could get married when I got home. Said it’d give me somethin’ to look forward to.” Bucky huffed, “She still made me wait until after I was done with training.”

“She work?”

“She’s a nurse at Kings County up on Clarkson.” Walt hummed. “You married?”

Walt took a deep breath, holding the edge of his desk as though he was steadying himself. “Lucy and I have been married for about twenty five years. We have ten kids, six sons, four girls.” Bucky couldn’t stop his eyes from going wide.

“Doesn’t sound very quiet at your house.” Walt chuckled and leaned back in his chair, resting his ankle on his knee.

“Some days are better than others… I still wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world, though.” Bucky grinned, heartened by the sentiment. Walt let out a sigh, “Well, Bucky… you’ve got the training I’m lookin’ for, so, tell me, why should I hire you?” Bucky took a deep breath.

Tell them you’re the best mechanic they’re ever going to find, and not hiring you would be the dumbest thing they could do.

“Truthfully, you’re not gonna find a better mechanic.” Walt raised his brows. “I’m hardworking and someone you can count on to show up and get the job done. I’m the best there is.” Walt blinked.

“So…” Walt started, “let me get this right…. You’re tellin’ me, that you’re a better mechanic than myself, someone who’s been a mechanic for over twenty years?” White, hot fear started coursing through Bucky’s body.

He swallowed thickly, his stomach dropping, “Uh… yes, sir?”

The men continued to stare at one another, Bucky preparing himself to be thrown out on his face, if he wasn’t pummeled first.

Could Walt see the sweat on his lip?

What were you going to say when he came home with a broken nose and no job?

Would you finally regret marrying him?

You were nervous.

You had expected that Bucky would call the hospital after his interview and tell you how it went, good or bad. You knew what time his interview was, and the more and more time that passed without hearing anything from him was starting to worry you. You finished up your charts for the night nurse and as soon as the last ‘i’ was dotted and ‘t’ crossed, you grabbed your bag and said your goodbyes for the weekend.

You walked down the stairwell and out of the staff exit, coming to a halt as soon as you stepped onto the sidewalk, the door shutting behind you. There was Bucky, still in his brown suit, leaning against the wall with that boyish smile you’d fallen in love with.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He stepped closer, pulling a bouquet of red roses from behind his back. You gasped softly and took the flowers as he handed them to you. “How are you?” He kissed your cheek and you stared at him, trying to decipher his mood.

“Hi, honey,” he held his arm out for you and your suspicions quieted, a bashful grin forming on your face. You took his arm and you both fell into a leisurely pace as you walked home. “This is a nice surprise.” You smiled at him, adjusting the grip on the bouquet. Bucky, without being asked, reached for the flowers and held them in his left hand, freeing your hand.

“I just missed you,” he turned his head and grinned, “and I realized it’s been a while since I walked you home from work.” Your hold tightened around his arm and you could feel the hearts grow in your eyes.

“It’s not my birthday, is it? Our anniversary maybe?” Bucky smirked at you out of the corner of his eye, knowing what you were hinting at.

“No, ma’am. It’s just an ordinary Friday.” You hummed, forcing your eyes ahead.

“Strange.” He hummed in agreement and you shook your head good naturedly and walked in silence with all of the city noise. You came to a stop after a few minutes, waiting for traffic to pass. You looked at him, “I’m gonna hafta ask, aren’t I?” Bucky looked at you nonchalantly.

“Ask about what?” You gave him an exacerbated look, a laugh escaping his mouth.

You laughed with him, “Tell me! The suspense has been getting’ to me all day!” Bucky laughed more, the creases by his eyes deepening.

“We’ll hafta stop at the grocery store before we go home.” He led you across the street, ignoring your expectant glances.

“James Buchanan Barnes, if you don’t tell me—”

“Ask me what we needta get at the store.” He raised his brows at you keenly. You stared back at him, blinking a few times before you sighed and gave in.

“What do we need to buy at the store, honey?”

“Flour. We’re almost out.” Your face twisted, visibly confused by what Bucky was talking about.

“We don’t needta get flour? I’m not makin’ anything.”

“Well, I kinda already told the guys at the shop you make the best chocolate cake, so I really don’t wanna show up empty handed on Monday morning.” You came to a standstill just in front of the grocery store, pulling Bucky to a stop as well. You stared at him with big eyes.

“You got the job?” Your voice was soft, barely audible over the commotion of rush hour. Bucky simply smiled, and you knew. You squealed and threw your arms around his neck, the shock of which made Bucky drop the flowers on the ground so he could catch you. His arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tight, unaffected by the stares of everyone around them.

How could he be bothered with you in his arms?

As soon as you were home from the store, and everything had been put away and the roses put into a vase, you and Bucky sat at the kitchen table and he recounted his day. You listened attentively, a permanent grin fixed on your face. When he was done, you stood leaning over to kiss his lips.

“I’m so happy for you, baby.” Bucky smiled and gingerly pulled your hand until you settled on his lap. You sat contently with your legs crossed, and combed back his hair with your nails adoringly.

“Thanks, sweetheart.” You continued to scratch his scalp tenderly as he rubbed his hand over your lower back. He chuckled to himself, “Ya know, I was half worried you’d leave if I didn’t get the job.” Bucky watched the smile on your face slowly fall, his own grin disappearing at the loss of yours. You stopped pushing your fingers through his hair and sat back so as to see him clearer.

“What?” Bucky started to stammer.

“Well, I-I just mean that, ya know… I’m your husband. I’m supposed to take care of you, a-and I can’t treat ya how I’m supposed to when the jobs I find barely pay enough to put food on the table or a roof over your head.” When Bucky got home from overseas, he was less than willing to take any stipends the government was giving to veterans. Every dime Bucky received went directly into savings, even when everyone tried convincing him he should use it. He wasn’t going to use that money unless he absolutely had to.

I’m not gonna need it, he’d told everyone, I’ll just go back to the factory and pick up my old job.

When he’d gone to the factory, he realized that wasn’t the only guy in Brooklyn looking for work. Steve and the other Commandoes tried helping him, telling Bucky to stay with the S.S.R like them, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t when he finally had you back. He couldn’t risk it, even if the pay would have been able to give you the life you deserved.

After he finished training, he started calling every auto repair shop in the phone book, asking if they needed a new mechanic. After eleven phone calls that ended in rejection, Bucky was defeated. Slowly, when the small jobs he found on construction yards weren’t enough, the savings started to go, and you subtly started working a few more hours every week.

Bucky was beginning to wonder if the crease between your eyes was going to be permanent.

“Honey?” You blinked and took a long, steadying breath.

“Have I ever told you that I don’t feel like you treat me right, or that you don’t take care of me?”

“Well, I—” You gave him a firm look and he stopped himself.

“Yes or no.” Bucky let out a deep sigh.

“No, ma’am.”

You nodded your head. “No, I haven’t, you’re right. Because I have never once thought that about you, Bucky. Not once. And I think you know full well that I would have told if I had.” Bucky stared glumly at the ground, taking the reprimand in silence.

“I just wanna be able to buy you new dresses if you want them, or finally get you a real ring. I’m gonna be able to do that now with what they’ll pay me at the shop.”

“Bucky, I know you think I’m embarrassed to ask my friends for hand-me-downs, or that I’m upset that I never got a flashy engagement ring like my friends or the other nurses… but I’m not. I’ve been wearing hand-me-downs since I was ten years old, Buck. Why on earth would I start getting embarrassed now? And, as far as I’m concerned, the ring on my hand is just right, because you gave it to me, and that’s all I wanted.” You cupped his jaw tenderly, lifting it until he was looking at you. “You will always be what I want, James.”

You felt Bucky melt in your hand, and he sighed, resting his head on your chest. He breathed you in, and you continued to sit in each other’s quiet embrace, the sounds of your heart beat steady and strong in his ear.

#Bucky Barnes x Reader #Bucky Barnes x You #Bucky Barnes x Y/N #Bucky x Reader #Bucky x Y/N #Bucky x You #1940s Bucky #Bucky Barnes

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babbushka · 4 years

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My dear friend, hello and happy Sinday to you and your flip. Im really excited about this one. Holiday season is my favorite time of year. Can I please get my fave country boy, cheering up his girl who’s being a complete Ebenezer Scrooge about christmas? Just pure tooth rotting fluff. But only if the muse takes you there. I’ll be happy to ready anything you write. Love you boo!

You ain’t usually one to sulk. Usually you’re the one pullin’ everybody out of their shit moods, the one with smiles and good cheer. Usually you’re the one pushin’ everybody out of their beds, bright eyed to go face the holiday season with some tradition or other. So to see you curled up on the couch scrollin’ through your phone in the middle of the night, sighin’ next to a cracklin’ fire, is a strange image for Clyde to try and process.

But you’re his wife, and he’ll be damned if he’s gonna let his woman feel alone and upset on Christmas Eve. He makes his way over to where you are, your mis-matched socks peekin’ out from the quilt Clyde’s Mama had made him a lifetime ago, and he settles next to ya on the couch, pulls ya close.

“Alright, what’s goin’ on in your head darlin’?” He asks, kissin’ the side of your face, makin’ you chew at your cheek.

“I don’t know what you mean.” You mumble, already turnin’ towards him, moving into his embrace with happy sighs now that he’s back from an early shift at Duck Tape.

Clyde does his best to gather you up in his arms, holds ya real tight, hums out low in his chest the way that you like, the way you always call purrin’, like he’s some great big cat content to be near you. And he is, but he’s worried too, he ain’t used to seein’ you like this, all scowly.

“C’mon, we both know I got all the poutin’ and glarin’ covered for the both of us. And we both know you don’t like to go keepin’ your feelin’s all to yourself so why don’t ya just tell me all about it like I know ya want to.” Clyde tugs on the hem of your sleep-shirt, and you smile a little at how much you love him, before that smile falls and you shrug.

“I’m just…I don’t know Clyde, I’m not feeling very festive this time around. With everything going on in the world, all the pain and suffering and mind-numbing stupidity, it’s hard to care about something so commercial like Christmas.” You look down at your hands, fingers pickin’ at nonexistent dirt under your nails, and Clyde gets it.

He looks deep into the fireplace for a moment or two, the flickerin’ glowin’ embers no doubt havin’ brought you some peace while he was out pourin’ drinks for the folks that don’t got nowhere else to go for the holidays.

“You know, the true meanin’ of Christmas ain’t about parties or presents or nativity scenes or carolin’ or decoratin’ a damn good tree.” Clyde prompts. It ain’t quite a question, but his voice tips up like it is one. You give in to his game, raisin’ and eyebrow at him and fighting a small smile at his tactics.

“What is it then?” You ask, because you know he wants you to.

“It’s here.” Clyde replies softly, covering your heart with his hand. He can feel the steady beat of it underneath his flesh and blood palm, and he can feel the warmth of your own as you cover his hand with yours. “It’s love. Love for your friends and family and folks you don’t even know. Sure shit’s rough right now, but hell, when ain’t it? Year after year the world feels like it’s endin’, I used to get that way. But it ain’t over yet, and if nothin’ else, we’ve got these next few nights filled with light, ‘n love. And as long as we’ve got that, well then we’re winnin’ the fight against pain and sufferin’ and mind-numbin’ stupidity, wouldn’t ya say?”

You’re quiet for a few seconds, trying not to blink too much on account’a if you do you’re gonna get tears all over your face. You lean your head back on his shoulder and look up at the ceiling, willin’ the little droplets to absorb back into your eyes.

“That’s quite the speech Clyde Logan.” You say, your throat tight as some of the tears spill over anyway.

“Someone real smart told me all that once, good couple years ago. I never forgot it, not even through rough times of my own when I was overseas.” He wipes the away with his thumb, brushes them off your cheeks and tilts your head to face him.

“Oh yeah? Who’s that?” You whisper, lookin’ right at his lips in just about as obvious a way as he was being with you.

“I’m lookin’ at her.” He quirks up a smile, and leans in to press the most gentle of kisses to your lips, a kiss which you happily sigh into, already feelin’ better, better now that he’s home with you. “Now c’mon, whaddaya say the two of us get on goin’ up to bed? I hear Santy Claus don’t visit houses when folks are awake.”

“You expecting a big gift this year?” You tease, and Clyde pretends to not know about the new lawn mower he’d been hintin’ at for damn near six months that’s waitin’ out in the shed.

“I hope so, I’ve been good.” Clyde nods, and you huff out a little laugh then, smiling for him.

“Yeah, you have.” Your eyes are real soft when you say it, giving his hand a squeeze. “Thanks Clyde, I love you.”

“I love you too darlin’.” He stands up, takin’ you with him and leadin’ you through the trailer, where he stops suddenly to point at the doorway with a little, “Oh shit, would ya look at that? Mistletoe.”

And as the two of you lean in to smile and chuckle against each other’s lips, Clyde can feel the tension slippin’ and slidin’ away from your shoulders, and he feels like your words an age ago have never felt more real and present than right now.

#clyde logan #clyde logan x reader #clyde logan/reader #clyde logan x you #clyde logan/you #clyde logan imagine #clyde logan fluff #logan lucky #danceyreagan #cowboy answers

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billhaderlovebot · 5 years

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ben hanscom hcs

@gazebros and i were very deep in Loving Ben Hours tonight so we put our heads together and wrote these hcs for our boy.

soft ben hcs.

you were like the absolute best of friends for so long.

like, the stereotypical best friends to lovers trope.

you and ben leave derry together. you go to the same college and do the same architecture courses.

the decision to leave derry behind was an easy one.

you get a small, cheap apartment in a dodgy building because it's all you can afford

and ben absolutely Hates how small it is, because he HATES feeling trapped.

he keeps it clean and free of useless clutter so it feels bigger.

cuddling because its definitely platonic and we don't have buried feelings for each other or anything and it's not like we've never shared a bed before yknow like it's totally Normal and also we can't afford central heating and it's COLD.

listening to new kids on the block very loudly and very often to piss off your asshole neighbours.

true crime documentaries!!!! trying to solve the cold cases!!!!

neither of you have the stomach for the supernatural ones, though, but you can't figure out why.

supporting ben's decision to lose weight.

reassuring him that he doesn't have to do this, that maybe it isn't worth the struggle.

you see how hard it is on him sometimes

but he works hard and it's something he really wants so you support him wholeheartedly.

working out with him and tryna do his diets with him even though you HATE IT and give up after a week.

doing that thing where you sit on his back and he does press-ups.

he's not-so-subtley hostile to anyone you bring home, as hard as he tries to be welcoming, and you behave in a similar way to his many girlfriends.

there were a Few.

because ben is fucking hot.

unbearable sexual tension

unbearable

and one drunk kiss

maybe two

(ft. inappropriate touching.)

but when you Finally get together,,,,,,,

unsurprisingly due to a drunk hookup, the sexual tension reaching boiling point.

oh my god.

ben is the Absolute Softest Boyfriend Ever.

hand kisses

cheek kisses

PALM KISSES. ugh.

lookin up at you with those big ass heart eyes and kissin your palm and you're just... 😔💕💕

not to mention, a Sex God.

he's all about body worship and praise because he knows what its like being insecure and unhappy in your skin.

telling you how perfect you are

and he really believes it.

he is such a good listener too, and toxic masculinity is NOT his thing.

HE WRITES SO MANY POEMS FOR YOU.

LIKE ALL THE TIME.

YOU KEEP TRYING TO GET HIM TO PUBLISH THEM.

HE'S SO TALENTED.

"ben hanscom, poet, architect, sex god."

"shut up, nerd."

he's so Disgustingly In Love with you.

"hey, babe?"

"mhm?"

"have you always been so beautiful?"

"BEN!"

and since you'd been best friends for years before, there's a deeper level to your relationship that not many people can understand.

the inside jokes and knowing looks and deep understanding of each other that could only come from being best friends first.

anyway

ben is quite insecure.

which means he knows not to brush off your insecurities as if they're silly.

because he knows how it feels.

you pretend not to notice how he spends a little longer than probably necessary looking in the mirror, eyeing his stretch marks and poking at his stomach

even after the weight loss

because the marks are still there

and the faded H on his stomach that he can't remember how he got.

"are you sure you don't love me just because i got in shape?"

"no, baby. of course not. i've been in love with you for as long as i can remember."

kissing his stretch marks and assuring him that you'll love him no matter what he looks like.

and he cries.

you've been dating for a Long Ass time when ben finally popped the question.

now, ben isn't a violent person by nature, but something about shouting "that's my wife!" and knocking a guy out with one swift punch really appeals to him.

his architecture business really took off, so you have more money than you'd ever had as college students.

more money than you knew what to do with, really.

seriously, for christmas, the first christmas after buying your first house together, ben buys you a real tree.

and you're lowkey pissed bc of the whole cutting down trees business, and he apologises.

the next day, he shows you files for his plans to plant like 2000 new trees.

this man is so extra.

you're both lowkey environmental activists and have criminal records bc you've been arrested at like 12 separate climate change protests.

he donates SO MUCH to charity.

anyway

though you had the money, ben knows you won't want a grand gesture.

he does it at home.

after dinner and a movie. (cliché)

he took you back home, and a̶f̶t̶e̶r̶ ̶r̶e̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶g̶r̶e̶a̶t̶ ̶s̶e̶x̶

s̶e̶r̶i̶o̶u̶s̶l̶y̶,̶ ̶b̶e̶n̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶s̶c̶o̶m̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶a̶ ̶G̶i̶v̶e̶r̶

holding you in your shared bed, all soft touches and heart eyes, as usual.

you had no idea what was coming.

and then he just

slipped a ring onto your finger.

and

then you cried.

and he cried, because yknow, baby.

"can we kiss and watch true crime shows for the rest of our lives?"

"i would love nothing more, benny."

you want so badly to tell people that you were engaged, but there's nobody to tell.

the only people you have, really, are each other.

of course, there were work friends and such, but there's... something else.

you keep wanting to call people, to tell them that you and ben had finally gotten engaged.

but you can't remember who.

you can't remember much of your life before college, actually.

sometimes you'd go to the phone, start dialling some number, and realise you didn't know who you were dialling.

you thought you were losing your mind.

until you caught ben doing the exact same thing.

the next day, you get The Call.

"it's mike. mike hanlon. from derry."

"uh... ben? can you, um, come down here, please? now?!"

he was on a conference call, arguing about some open plan on a new building, but he came running as soon as you asked.

"babe, what is it? what's wrong?"

"just... here."

"...holy shit."

and then you remembered.

"i've really been in love with you my whole damn life, huh? even since you were all heart eyes for beverly."

he felt guilty at that

but it wasn't his fault.

"right, well, we'll have to postpone the wedding, huh?"

"yeah, and add six new people to the guest list."

#ben hanscom #jay ryan #ben hanscom x reader #it 2019 #it #it chapter 2 #it chapter two #follow my baby @gazebros #loving ben hours #i would die for him #Ben hanscom headcanons #soft headcanons

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gemsofthegalaxy · 3 years

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Second Citadel for the fandom ask, if you havent already done it!

Ooooh thank you!!

Favorite character: Damien, hands down!! Least Favorite character: Ooh.. aside from the obvious jerkass knights that I can’t remember the names of, uhhh.. I’m not the hugest fan of Queen Mira. Like she’s fine but I don’t vibe with her. 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): are there even 5 ships for this fandom??? jk but fgsh.

Rilla/Arum/Damien like, obviously. (I could cheat and put every variation of this ship for to make 4 whole ships and it would still be truthful, but I’ll put others)

Quanyii/Caroline

Quanyii/Rilla

Angleo/Damien (it’s is very intriguing to me!! i enjoy best friends to lovers a lot, okay?)

Annnnd obligatory Ale/Angelo. (they’re cute! I’d like to see more of them eventually)

Character I find most attractive: this is a podcast. But. Probably the Rilla that exists in my head, followed shortly by the Rilla on the artwork fgjdshkf Character I would marry: I was going to say Damien and I DO adore him but his overt religiosity might actually grate on me ngl... so imma say ANGLEO. he’s the definition of male wife. Character I would be best friends with: Ooh... Interesting.... maybe Rilla? I have a degree in science and I think we could vibe. But also maybe Damien because I feel like we would vibe really well. (i love Arum but I feel like he’d annoy me irl sfgjdshkj) a random thought: Lizard Kissin Tuesday is the best fandom meme possibly ever. An unpopular opinion: I can never tell which opinions are actually popular or not but I think Caroline was far too harsh on Rilla in the second season. I love Caroline but she also pisses me off especially when she interacts with Rilla. my canon OTP: RAD Bouquet Non-canon OTP: Hmmmmmmmmm. Prob Quanyii/Rilla most badass character: I mean, objectively, Caroline. Hands down, by far. pairing I am not a fan of: (i forgot to fill this in initially OOPS) tbh, I guesss Mira/Caroline is also very “meh” for me. Like i can see why people like it but it’s eh. character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): HAHA I don’t really know? Like, on one hand, Literally every/any of the rad bouquet in their recent appearances- I mean I know miscommunication/lack of communication as a plotline or plot device is like, The Thing when it comes to Romance and Relationships.... but does it have to be so trite and contrived sfghsk? favourite friendship: HHH......... yeah Damien and Angelo followed very closely by Caroline and Angelo. Angelo is just shaped like a fucking friend and he’s the best. I love his relationships because he’s so genuine and wholesome and he truly cares. Honestly, writing this, I feel even more secure in my decision that he’s the one I’d marry. character I want to adopt or be adopted by: Oh boy I don’t want to be a parent nor do I want to be adopted seeing as i’m a whole adult sdfgjsdhfj but hey- I’ll be adopted by the Queen so i can be Princess of the (HIGHLY PROBLEMATIC) Citadel and hopefully get fancy clothes uwu~

Thank yooouu!! this was very fun~

Ask Me About Fandom Shit

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drustvar-dragonfly · 4 years

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Guilty or Innocent?~

asked someone to marry you? “Innocent."

kissed one of your friends? “Was just a friend at the time, so guilty."

ever told a lie? “It's not somethin' I make a habit of doin', but guilty."

had feelings for someone you can’t have? “Guilty, in a way, though likely not for the reasons you're thinkin'."

ever kissed someone of the same sex? “Guilty."

kissed a picture? “Innocent of kissin' a picture, but I have carried on a conversation with one here and there."

slept until 5pm? “Guilty. Mostly when I first started learnin' the craft, as certain things can be quite drainin'. Otherwise, I'm fairly keen about bein' up at a more decent hour."

stolen something? “I prefer the term 'selectively borrowed' or 'finders keepers'."

been fired from a job? “I've been self-employed since I was old enough to carry the family practice on my shoulders, so innocent.”

done something you regret? “Of course. Guilty.”

laughed until something you were drinking came out of your nose? “Guilty, unfortunately. My first time drinkin' honey wine over at The Swine's Larder, and old Mister Wellard is bein' chased down the stairs by his very angry wife. This would be funny on any normal day, but the fact that he was stark naked certainly added to that fact - and he is not a small man, by any means." She chuckled softly, shaking her head.

"Anyway, she chases him right out the front door, manhood tucked between his legs while she's screamin' about some floozy he's been shackin' up with, and the poor bastard falls face-first into the biggest pile of horse shit I've ever seen... Honey wine out the nose isn't somethin' I recommend."

caught a snowflake on your tongue? “Guilty. Somethin' my mother showed me the first time I was old enough to make the trip up to Arom's Stand with her. Sometimes I'll find myself doin' it every now and again, just to keep that memory alive."

sat on a roof top? “Guilty. It's one of the best places to read the stars."

kissed someone you shouldn’t have? “That depends on who you ask. Freddy's mother never has thought very highly of me, so I'd be guilty accordin' to her, I suppose.”

sang in the shower? “Fairly regularly. Guilty.”

been pushed into a body of water with all your clothes on? “Guilty. Not since I was a child, however.”

shaved your head? “Innocent. And I don't see that changin' anytime soon."

still loved someone you shouldn’t? “Innocent. I don't believe love falls into categories of 'should' or .shouldn't'."

have/had a tattoo? “I've got a couple. Guilty."

liked someone, but will never tell who? “Innocent."

been too honest? “Mmn, guilty - when I was younger, before I learned that some things are best kept close to the chest."

ruined a surprise? “Does it count if it was my own? I found a lost relic my Grams had long been searchin' for, and intended to gift it to her during Yule. Impatience and excitement got the better of me, I'm afraid, and I revealed the surprise quite preemptively. So, guilty, I suppose."

been told that you’re beautiful by someone who totally meant what they said? “Guilty, I think?"

stalked someone? “Some troublesome members of the Coven, yes. Perhaps one or two of the men who dragged my mother away... Guilty."

thought about murder? “Guilty."

how about mass murder? “Innocent."

cheated on someone? “Innocent."

gotten so angry that you cried? “Many times over. My anger is... well, not always in check. Guilty."

tried to stay away from someone for their own good? “Guilty..."

thought about suicide? “Guilty. Not somethin' I could ever follow through on, however."

had a lover? “Guilty.”

gotten totally drunk during a holiday? "Not often, really. But I suppose even once is enough to forego innocence. Guilty."

Tagged by: @kat-hawke <3

Tagging: @freddy-hughes @arrows-and-cigars @dardillien-ward @k-sunrael@sanasunbringer @waroftwowolves @murkeyglglgl @wildname & anyone else who would like to!

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mercysingstheblues · 4 years

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This Christmas || Samcedes

Who: Sam & Mercedes Evans, family and friends. When: 3 Years Later Where: Samcedes’ Household What: A look into the future as Samcedes host a Christmas gathering for their friends and family.

Mercedes: “Red or green?” Mercedes asked her daughter as she held up two different bows from her dresser. The preteen studied carefully as she pretended to be in deep thought. “Green,” she answered with a doubtful smile. “Red,” she came again looking more satisfied with her answer. “How about we do both?” Mercedes settled as she made her way to the bed where both her children sat. “She likes when o do pigtails anyway so might as well stick to what works.” She handed the red bow to Sammie who went to work helping her perfect her little sister’s hair. “Are you excited to see everyone?” She asked making small talk. “Yes! Grandpa said he something really special for me. I think it’s a car.” Mercedes side eyed her daughter with a shake of her head. “You are 12, I can guarantee you it isn’t a car.” She smiled at the pout of her child’s lips as she continued to twist Grace’s hair. “Fine, then I’ll settle for nothing less than Beyonce tickets. Floor seats.” “Negotiate a ticket for your mom and I’ll throw in dinner at your favorite restaurant.” Mercedes added. She was definitely her child. They made quick work and Mercedes asked Sammie if she would take her sister downstairs and she would join shortly. She did her makeup not really caring to look extra spiffy. She was tired and her feet were too swollen for her to worry about looking cute. After being satisfied with her attire she finally made her way down the stairs spotting Sam laughing it up with Quinn. She smiled at the sight in front her knowing Sam had to be doing one of his many impressions by the look on Quinn’s face. “Any chance he’s coming tonight?” A voice met her as she made it to the bottom. “God I hope so. I’m so ready for him to be out. Grace came early three weeks at that. Sammie was five days early but this one doesn’t want to seem to leave.” She hugged Finn who helped her down the last two steps. “Well I’ll be 50 dollars richer if he does. So maybe put in a good word for me?” She laughed at his reply. “I make no promises but I’ll see what I can do.”

Sam: He teased Quinn mercilessly, making her blush as he imitated Mike being caught in the act by the practice nurses just the previous week. “I swear Quinn, I’ve never seen him so embarrassed! You’re gonna be giving me and Cedes some serious competition..” Quinn giggled in spite of herself and shook her head. “ I don’t think so- you’re still the King and Queen of Freak! I can’t believe you guys are on your third kid!” A tiny mew, came from the tiny bundle she held carefully in her arms. “Seems like he’s waking up..Better go feed him..” she chuckled a little self consciously and he grinned, peering down at the newest addition to his best friend’s family. “Jeez he looks so much like Mike...Lizzie looks a little more like you, but Oliver has Mike all over him..” Fixing her with a serious look as his smile faded he asked her softly, “You happy?” Quinn nodded, smiling widely. “I’m so happy Sam...Thank you..” she reached out, laying her hand on his, “ You didn’t take advantage when I threw myself at you that time and I remember what you told me then- that Mike would find a way..and he did..” Sam shook his head slowly, “ No need to thank me, Quinn. Just glad to see you guys happy and finally free of Kitty. Even Missy seems a lot happier and Sammie said she’s one of her best friends now.” Leaning forward, he kissed her on the cheek, saying “You guys deserve this..” Looking up, he bit his lip, hiding a grin as he spied his wife aiming down the stairs. He knew she was feeling pretty uncomfortable- she kept saying she felt like a stuffed butterball, but to him she was breathtakingly gorgeous as ever. He smiled as Finn, helped her down the last few steps, no trace of the former jealousy he’d once felt. She was his, had always been, even when he’d been too dumb to see it, and boy did it feel good. “I’ll leave you to your feeding..if you want some privacy you can use one of the guest rooms upstairs..” he told the blonde before making his way over to his wife and catching her around the waist. “Hey Hudson,” he greeted Finn jovially, before kissing his wife lingeringly on the lips. “Hmmm...I’ve gone too long without a kiss from you, gorgeous..” He bent down and gave her belly a gentle kiss. “How’s my little grinch doing?” he teased her as he straightened, his hand stroking the tight mound of her stomach over the soft material of her dress. “Oh God..think I’m gonna be sick,” Finn complained, grinning at his friend’s antics. “Whatever bro, I saw the tears you were crying on your wedding day..Rachel has you so damned whipped, “ Sam bantered back good naturedly, bursting into laughter as Rachel herself came up, threading her hand through Finn’s arm, and watching how the big guy softened to a big pile of jello as he gazed at his tiny wife.

Mercedes: softened in her husband’s arms. This was one of the big changes they had made in strengthening their marriage and she loved the fact that them touching without any awkwardness was so simple and easy now. So much they had missed out on being shy and far from transparent with one another. Now was like a 180. They communicated more, always talked things through and never left anything off the table. Long gone was any need for jealousy when it came to him and Quinn and seeing them converse and laugh just now only warmed heart cause she herself got to know Quinn on a personal level and they had now become the best of friends. These past three years not only did she rejuvenate her marriage but her friendship with Sam as well. He was her ride or die and she couldn’t have been happier. “Baby, don’t tease him. I think it’s cute. Two of my favorite people found love with one another and I got a Goddaughter out of it. They’re perfect.” She smiled at the couple in front of them. She then turned her attention to her husband fixing her mouth with slight grimace. “He’s still chillaxing like my womb is a utopian wonderland.” She looked down at her extended belly as if she could will her labor through penetrating glares. “Plus, I’m wearing slippers cause none of my fancy shoes fit. Also this baby and I voted and we refuse to be in any Christmas photos.” She folder her arms as of her word was final knowing she would never get away with that one.

Sam: He laughed at the disgruntled expression on her face, sliding a hand into her hair and kissing the pout away from her lips. "You so are going to be in every Christmas photo..you're sexy and gorgeous and you know it.." It was amazing how much he loved her, he'd thought he'd known how much back when they were first married, but he'd soon learned how fathomless everything he felt for her was. He felt the clap on his shoulder that indicated his father was standing behind them and wrapping his arms around his wife he turned to see his parents and in-laws standing in front of them. "Don't you ever get tired of kissin’ up on your wife?" his dad asked, shaking his head. "Nope," he retorted, pressing another kiss to her soft lips. "Not at all..And before you say it," he fixed his mother and his mother-in-law with a look, "we are not doomed..In fact I think you can safely say, we're exactly where we want to be.." Mr Jones threw back his head and laughed. "That told you, sweetheart," he said to his wife, grinning. "I always knew, though, you two were meant for each other. I'd never have let you marry her if I hadn't have known that." Mrs Jones smiled nodding "I think we can say that three children in, you are definitely sticking together. One might have been an accident..but three? That has to have been on purpose.”

Mercedes: “Three kids and 13 years,” Mercedes added. Despite them not being all glorious years of marriage she was still for the time she had with Sam. They stuck together through thick and thin and what probably would be the toughest test to their marriage and they survived. “I’m still questioning how you gave away my hand in marriage to a seven year old dad.” “It was easy, watching the two of you interact when y’all were younger. It was obvious he was hooked. He had that same look in his eyes I had when I met your mother. The look that he had just found his match.” Mr. Jones admitted. “What a lovely match y’all are.” Mr. Evans chimed in. “Yes, thank you for making our son so happy. Thanks for the beautiful grandkids.” His wife added. “I’m just glad we are finally getting a boy. For a moment I thought I chose wrong when we got two girls back to back,” Mr. Jones joked receiving a nudge from his wife. “Dad!” Mercedes fussed. “Oh stop you know I love my baby girls from the moon and back. I only kid.” Mercedes shook her head with a warm smile as she rested her head on Sam’s shoulder surveying the scene in front of her. She was surrounded by family and friends that she loved and adored and felt like at that moment she couldn’t be any happier.

Sam: He gently pulled her away from their parents, his arms around her guiding her to stand by the huge Christmas tree the dominated their entrance hall at the foot of the stairs, festively decorated in gold and red. “It’s great to see everyone happy and whole..I thought for a time Mike and Quinn would never get their shit straight..Kitty certainly made it difficult for them..but now that she’s marrying that Ben Israel geek, she could wait to give them full custody of Missy and go after his millions. Always said she was deadlier than a rattlesnake that one. I’m stoked to finally see that back of her.” He turned her slightly towards him, eyes twinkling devilishly, a smirk twisting his lips. “You wanna know how to induce labour?” He whispered conspiratorially, lips brushing her ear as he leaned in towards her, then dropping his head down to nuzzle her collarbone. “Wild, rampant, hot sex..so what do you say? Everyone’s busy eating..talking..whatever..they’ll never miss us...Just you, me, upstairs in that big old bed..” he grinned enticingly, tugging her towards the stairs, threading his fingers through hers. “If it works, then amazeballs..but if not...try, try and try again..not to mention, it’s good practice for the next one..” Clearly, he reflected, much later on, in the early hours of Christmas Day, watching his wife hold their newborn baby boy, that old wives tale had worked a trick very nicely...He picked up her hand as she held the baby in the crook of her arms and kissed it gently, with all the love that he felt for her now and always. “Thank you, Cedes...not just for this...but for all of the Christmases that have gone before..”

#sam evans #samcedes 1x1 #samcedes rp #mercedes jones #samcedes

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isobel-thorm · 5 years

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John/Nic/Sharky - Kisses because I missed you and you really shouldn’t stay away so long

Nicolette sighed and dropped into the bed she and John had just finished putting against the window. Rebuilding most of Sharky’s trailer and building up a floor on top of it all had been harrowing work, but basking in the sunlight streaming through the window, even for seconds, was certainly worth it. “Where’s Sharky, I want him back.”

John stretched out next to her. “Considering he’s with that neanderthal cousin of his, he’ll probably still be a while.”

“Be nice to Hurk.”

“I’m nice to you, Sharky, Earl, Nick and Kim. That’s quite enough for me.”

Nicolette swatted him in the chest, then looked out the window. “I’m just worried about him with all this, we still don’t know entirely what’s out there.”

“If it’s one person who’s safe out there, it’s Charlemagne. And if it’s one person he’s safe with, it’s the neanderthal.”

“Yeah, yeah, it’s just been weeks.”

“Darling, Hercules might as well be that man’s soulmate. He went without him for seven years. You can manage a short time away from him to see them reunited, can’t you?”

She pretended to think about it. “No, not really, no.”

“Greed,” John admonished.

“Babe, I’ve had both of you wrapped around my little finger for years, the ‘Greed’ ship sailed a while ago.” When she went to go poke him in the forehead, he nipped at her finger in response.

He followed it up with a wicked smile, climbed on top of her and leaned down-

“Hey! The hell’d y’all do to my place? That better not be you two fuckin’ up there either. I passed like five fires on m’way back and I can only get so hard, y’know!”

Nicolette shot up so quickly that she nearly headbutted John in the chin. She scooted under his arm and bolted for the stairs.

The second she got downstairs and around the corner of the house, she grinned ear to ear and launched herself at Sharky when he came into view. She tossed her arms around his neck and kissed him as hard as she could. She pulled away and grinned when he groaned into it, but it faltered a bit when she finally got a better look at him- and namely the beard that was covering half his face. “What on Earth is this?” she gave it a playful tug.

Sharky beamed. “Like it? Hurkie and I decided to grow ours out, go full Mad Max. Figured you like John’s so much you’d like this one!”

Nicolette laughed. “I liked when I could see your face.”

“Yeah, well, now you’ve got a better saddle for next time I-”

“Oh my God.” She clapped a hand over his mouth, then to ensure he didn’t continue with whatever metaphor he was building up, she leaned up, let her hand drop and she kissed him again. Sharky hummed in approval and she figured she had won, so she pulled away. “I missed you. That was way too long without my best friend,” she pointed out.

“Missed you too, Chica,” Sharky agreed, then looked over her shoulder.

John had come to investigate, and had hung back in order to let them have their reunion. “Yo, Baby Blue, we gotta talk about your whole creepy ‘hang back when my wife is kissing the breath out of our boytoy’ thing, I-”

John slipped his way between them, took Sharky by the back of the neck and kissed him to silence him.

Nicolette couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up in her throat when Sharky went absolutely slack in John’s arms when it happened. For someone who used to push her towards John so much back in the day, the man had always had it bad for John- whether he was aware of it or not, so seeing his reaction any time they kissed just solidified that idea.

“Holy shit,” Sharky croaked, completely breathless once John had pulled away. “You two keep fuckin’ kissing me like that and I’m dragging Hurk and all the people in his gate to Prosperity so I won’t leave you again.”

“That’s the idea,” Nic pointed out.

“I wouldn’t... entirely hate it, I suppose. More people around means more protection...” John mused on Sharky’s other point.

“For serious?” Sharky perked up.

Nicolette nodded. “We’ll consider your terms. Right now, I just wanna yet you properly settled back home.”

“Right, so kissin’ and X-rated shit first, then y’all are gonna explain to me why the fuck you built gardens out here without any fuckin weed in them.”

“Deal.”

“Hell yeah. Lead the way.”

#Johnnicky #they're all ho*ny on main messes who love each other #chyrstis

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hungergames-fanfic · 5 years

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Sleep My Little Dora

To make sure no one steals our horses or carriage daddy pays a local man to keep watch. Cause the stew pot is hot and momma Bilmin carries the basket of bread up the flights of stairs, it's my job to run up before them to open the exit door. Down the hallway, sounds of children crying and faint yelling can be heard through the walls. When we get to the Oxoro's door, I can hear the sounds of gunshots. They're watching television, most likely an illegal film. Movies of any kind aren't allowed unless they’re filmed from home or shown on one of the government approved channels.

Eddy opens the door by just a crack. He peeks out and I'm the first he focuses his eyes on. My cheeks feel warm. Spotting daddy he opens the door wide and steps aside. In here, normally empty, it's full of people who turn away from the television to see who it is. On the sofa sit Mr Oxoro, a woman and another man. On the floor is Vano, outside the window is Omarion talking to someone out of view, i assume it’s Felix. Next to him, with her foot inside is a girl that catches my eye.

At first she looks like a boy. Fluffy short hair sticks out the front of her backwards hat, she wears a big green shirt and black shorts. Her socks too big for her skinny ankles, they fall loosely off her foot.

Mr Oxoro stands up once he sees daddy and helps momma Bilmin with the basket. He welcomes us in the house and introduces us to everyone. When he says my name everyone turns to look at my arm. Including Felix who peeks in. I'm guessing they know about what happened.

"That's my sister Jenae, her husband Otto", Mr Oxoro points, "eldest you've met Vano, that at the window is Jocabeth and", he chuckles, "the little one is Abie". From the small hallway a girl sticks her head out the Oxoro sons room. "You go on Isadora", Mr Oxoro says to me, "boy been excited to see you". This brings out a big smile on my face.

In the room, across from the door, Efrain lays in his bed. He smiles wide and calls me to go closer. "It's okay, Eddy made sure to clean everythin' up and i got my shots", regardless of what he says, I still run and give him the biggest hug. "Oof", he goes and chuckles.

"Efrain!" I yelp, "so much has happened, so much i wanna tell you", I chant happily. He chuckles and looks at my cast. "I bet", he says.

I spill the second I sit on the middle bed, Felix's. I tell Efrain about being so alone during lunch and after school. How I tried to be better friends with Wendy and the other kids we play with when I come over, but none were as fun to be around. I tell him how one day I had an extra piece of bread and spotted Ari sitting all alone. "Ari?", he asks. "Yeah, Arielle", "Arielle!?", Efrain exclaims with his eyes wide. Excitedly I tell him about all the fun that I've had with her. How every day in lunch and after school we spend time together. How at home we always play games or play outside with the animals. I don’t admit we play dolls the most. I laugh when I tell him about getting lost in the shopping center in Littleburg, taking a bath with her and then working in the farm as punishment. I tell him about being in trouble for lying, having to work in the farm as punishment and getting injured riding Milk. I also mention taking Ari home before coming here but I never tell him about the kisses.The one she gave me the other night and the one I gave her this afternoon. Secrets I plan to keep forever.

With a big smile on his face Efrain talks about how glad he is that Ari and me are friends, how excited he is to talk with her when he goes back to school and playing around in my house. I've also decided not to mention how much she doesn't like him.

"Ya'll sound like Vano and Bethy. Girls, girls, girls, i'm tired of it, so can we please finish watchin’ Lizard Sphere A", Abie snaps and rolls her eyes at us. Efrain and I laugh but neither pays attention to the animated show, instead he shows me all the drawings he's drawn while in bed rest.

While he shows me some really cool ones of me and him being space men and Abie choking in the background, I can't help but to stare at him the same way I did to Ari earlier. Last I saw him, Efrain's wasn’t this skinny. He practically resembles Ari, whom he used to be a little bigger-than. He's also a lot more pale and sickly like his momma. His eyes are sunken and his cheekbones stick out. He looks like he's at the verge of death with only a smile keeping him alive.

"Y'all come eat", Jocabeth says at the door. She leans in with a bored look on her face, like nothing is cool enough for her. For a split second, I wish I was her. I stare at my light orange dress, my frilly, itchy socks and white, shiny belted shoes. I pull on a curl that already rests on my hand, how I wish I were as comfortable as her. In the living room, I stare at her nonstop taking in her personality. Everyone laughs at everything she says, eating a piece of cooked lettuce from her soup with her hands, burping as loud as she wants, joking and laughing so care free. If I ever ate with my hands and burped that loud i'd be in trouble. I wish I was funny too.

While we all enjoy momma Bilmin’s cooking, the adults talk amongst themselves, they mention the cost of living and how the president doesn't care about us. This catches my attention.

"Some bloke started a union a few months ago, found'em dead in a ditch and a lot of folk got fired. They ain't waste a second though, next day the factory was full of new workers", Eddy says. He looks irritated and waves his arms with annoyance.

"It's like we brought bad luck or some", Jenae ways touching her forehead. She looks upset.

"Naw auntie, there was rumors 'bout this from the start. I'm just worried 'bout findin' another job", Eddy says thoughtful.

"I'm in need of some hands", daddy speaks up with a shrug, "c'mon Asmel, I've told you this", daddy turns to Mr Oxoro.

The conversation goes on and on until everyone agrees that Eddy and Vano start working for daddy from now on. Apparently Mr Oxoro's sister and family were kicked out of their home from a shark? Now they live here and will be staying until they get the money to move out. Daddy invites Mr Otto to work in our ranch too but he jokes that he's one of the new workers in the meat factory. Mrs Jenae claims she cares for Mrs Oxoro and the kids. In a way, it makes me happy to hear someone is here to care for my best friend.

After dinner we all sit in front of the television. Blowing a bubble with her gum, Jocabeth puts a movie in the VCR. "A classic", Mr Oxoro says hugging his wife who's wheelchair has been rolled right next to him. On her lap sits Efrain snuggling with her arm and next to momma Bilmin, I hold her hand and watch, occasionally turning my gaze out the window. There Felix, Eddy, Omarion, Vano and Jocabeth joke about. I wish I was old enough to hang out with them.

The movie starts off in a dessert, how humanity has decayed and withered except for a couple of people living like ferals. They fight for food and water, some even fight for money. Those wanting to be rich steal from those already poor and hungry, "not far from the truth", Mr Oxoro says. Just as I fully invest myself into the movie my thumb reminds me of all the times I bumped my hand on to something. I try to keep the pain to myself but its not until I can't ignore it that I speak up. Daddy uses this as an excuse to go home, says my pain medication has worn off and he forgot it. Jenae, who's been eyeing daddy all night is the first to hug us goodbye. She bumps into my hand. I'd shriek, drop and die but I don't want the older kids to think i'm a wuss. Instead I hold on to the tears in until we leave the apartment.

On the way home I silently cry so much I fall asleep only to wake up when I feel my hand hit the bed. Daddy's carried me inside, taken off my socks and gives me kiss before he leaves. I don't know for how long I sleep until I'm woken up again.

The lights in my room are turned on, I shut my eyes tight and cover my face with my arm. Someone slaps my hand off my face, forcing me to look at them.

"What is this I hear bout you kissin' girls?", momma snaps at me. "That. Is. Disgusting. You hear me? Where have you seen women kissin' other women?" She raises her voice angrily. Momma Bilmin, woken up, comes out her room and into mines. Momma explains to her how I kissed Ari on the lips just this afternoon. She says it grossed out as if I had stepped on poop and got in bed.

"She ain't hurtin' nobody!", momma Bilmin snaps at momma. Daddy walks in my room too, he stands in between them just as momma Bilmin tries to get in momma’s face. My warm tears quietly roll down my face just like they did on the way home, only now the pain is in my chest. I've never made momma this mad before. She ain't ever yell at me this loud either.

"No, no, no!", momma yells pushing daddy’s arm away and turns to me. "I don't wanna see that little red head in my house ever again, you hear me?" She connects her thumbs with her index fingers, making her point. "I don't wanna see or hear bout you kissin' girls, Dora! When? Where has she seen any of this? Sure as hell not from me!", she screams and walks out the room still scolding me from the hallway. Daddy shoots me a look of worry and goes after momma. The rest of the night I sleep in momma Bilmin's room. She combs my hair with her fingers, sings a lullaby and assures me there's nothing wrong with liking who I like. Still, I cry until I've fallen back asleep with only one thought in mind. Liking girls is not normal, it's gross. Momma said so.

#isadora wyetka #efrain #mr Oxoro #mrs oxoro #Jocabeth #Abie #Vano #Eduardo #Felix #Omarion #Otto #Jenae #age 10 #the hunger games imagine #lgbtq #esperanza wyetka

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