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tins without labels - chapter 1 (j.wy)

summary: Jung Wooyoung's life was always somehow intertwined with your own. from living in the same neighbourhood as kids to attending the same college; fights, bickering, bruises, teasing comments and tears. Wooyoung and you were never complete strangers but never friends either. Always somewhere in between, growing up with each other but never actually knowing one another. The relationship takes a confusing turn in your third year of college after an injury that places your football career on hold. Lonely, lost and confused, you find yourself at your first college party in the presence of none other than Jung Wooyoung asking him to show you what exactly have you been missing out on. playlist // my main masterlist // moodboard (tba)//click to donate to Palestine

pairing: jung wooyoung x reader warnings: drinking, little bit of kissing, descriptions of erm...male genitalia? cursing, cringe fest you've been warned. !word count: 9.3k taglist: @maru-matt @yawnzshit @mcsalterego @ddaeing @downbadreading @btshook (sorry if i forgot anyone but pls reply if u want to be added!)

previous chapter

(chapter 1; when we feel each other up)

Got different people inside my head, I wonder which one that they like best, I'm done with tryna have it all, and ending up with not much at all

present time (21 and 23 years old);

There was a really ugly drawing framed and hanging on the wall at the doctor's office.

It was a house tilting to one side with three stick figurines whose shoes were far too big next to it with strokes of green thrown everywhere which you presume is supposed to be grass. It was drawn by crayons.

You presume it's an art piece made by the doctor's kid but you hope she realizes early on that her daughter or son doesn't really have a proclivity for the arts.

But then again, maybe they will later on. Maybe they'll stand out amongst their peers and be further encouraged by their parents. Maybe they'll even take private lessons to get better. Maybe they'll get into art school and have the professor praise them up on how their talent is extremely rare. Maybe they'll even win some awards.

And then, maybe someone will break their hand so badly that they never get to hold a brush again.

Alright, now you were just projecting.

But what else is there to do as you sit in the almost sterile office with your dad by your side as the doctor keeps going on and on with a somber expression on her face. You're sure Doctor Son is a nice lady, if you were paying attention you'd maybe notice that she tries to break the news extra gently but you're barely listening.

There's been a lot of "it was more serious than we first thought", "rehabilitation will be a long and steady process", "a new excellent physical therapist works at the sports center on campus so she'll be able to visit him a couple times a week, we've already made sure that he gives all of his attention to her" and the most gruesome one, "another even minor injury and there's a risk of her not being able to walk again."

You don't really have to be paying too much attention to know what the underlined thought is.

No more football.

The persistent ache in your left knee serves a constant reminder of what happened almost four months ago, it was the last game of the season. Little did you know it might be the last game of your measly career.

You refuse to look at your dad, feeling the sadness radiate off of him like it does every time he speaks to any of the doctors you've visited in the past four months.

And it's been a lot of doctors.

The fact that you spent the whole summer at home for the first time since you finished high school didn't help. All he did was coddle you and stare in pity and disappointment. Or try to be overly positive and enthusiastic about your recovery.

You didn't know which was worse.

After the final doctor's appointment before the start of the new semester which you leave with barely saying a word during the almost half an hour you're there, you and your dad get lunch at a dinner just off campus.

The thick holder containing scans, blood tests, surgery papers and whatnot, lies on the table between the two of you and you feel like nothing could cut through the thick silence.

Your dad, of course, tries.

"You can still have an amazing career in education, you know? Your mother was a teacher and she loved her job."

It's just sometimes, your father really doesn't know how to beat around the bush and in this moment, you wish he did.

"Right." Is all you say.

Neither one of you comments on what you both know. Which is that you didn't give a fuck about your major in education. Sure, you had passing grades but that is because you needed to study something to stay on the team and not because you were actually interested.

Football was always the bigger picture, the real goal.

"You can always switch majors?" He offers and you nod again, thanking the waiter when he brings two bowls of noodles to your table. 

You don't want to say that switching majors in your third year of college seems like a complete waste, of both money and time.

He sighs and you know he's frustrated with you, you understand it as well but you can't control it. Talking about your career, now that your dream career is over and done with, is an extremely sore subject.

"You know what, you've been working so hard since before you even started college, you deserve to rest."

"I've been resting since May." You respond and he winces at the mention of May. When it all fell apart.

"That wasn't rest. It was recovery." You give him a bland look and he sighs again, "I'm just saying! Maybe you'll discover something else you like to do this semester."

"Doubtful." You murmur, the reality finally sinking in at least a little.

"It's not doubtful at all." Your dad scoffs, taking a slurp of his noodles. "You're twenty-one, your life just begun, I'm sure there are other things to do and new people to meet. You wouldn't know if you never even tried."

"Dad-"

"Get yourself a boyfriend. Go to parties. Find yourself some friends who aren't talking behind your back in the locker room-"

"They weren't my friends-"

"Live your life. Is my point. Don't be cooped up in your bedroom, refusing to see anyone like you were doing the whole summer. Just...try, at least." He is silently begging now and now, it's your time to sigh.

"Fine."

"Who knows...you might discover that football isn't all there is to life."

You go silent at that, embarrassed of your own thoughts on the matter so you just keep them to yourself.

-

You flip through the pages of the magazine that you've read front to back at least four times by now before throwing it on your bed.

Your dad left earlier this afternoon after you've settled into your dorm and since then you've just been lounging on your bed, trying to busy yourself with knick-knacks that you have lying around so the time could pass faster.

You adjust the ice pack on your knee a bit better and with a soft sigh, your eyes fall on your roommate.

Yunjin was sitting behind her desk that was pushed up right next to your identical one and was busy doing her makeup. Carefully applying a pretty shade to her eyelids as she moves her desk mirror to her liking.

She was getting ready to go to a party no doubt. It was the last Friday before the new semester after all and Yunjin was a frequent party goer from what you could tell in these years living together.

Yunjin and you have been roommates since freshman year and yet, you've barely spoken to each other. Always sticking to your sides of the generously sized dorm room, you guess it's because you don't have much in common with each other that you never tried to be friends.

You didn't know much about her if you were honest, just that she majored in political science, often dyed her hair and had a lot of friends. You were sort of the complete opposites from what you could tell.

But since she kept renewing her contract for the room with you every year, you think it's safe to assume that she at least doesn't mind you all too much.

Just...try, at least.

You clear your throat. Here you go...

"You, uh, you do your makeup really prettily." It's out of your mouth before you know it, you already feel awkward as it is but when your red haired roommate turns to you in surprise that maybe you even spoke in the first place - the awkwardness triples.

"Oh." Yunjin utters with raised brows before a tiny, careful smile settles on her face. "Thank you."

So...now what?

You both stare at each other for a long hard second and you hesitate, thinking it's best to leave it at that. Keeping up a conversation was never your strongest suit either. Now that you think of it, apart from football, you don't have any strong suits at all.

"I, uh, I had a lot of practice." She offers awkwardly, motioning to her face with the eyeshadow brush wedged gently between her fingers.

"Right, yeah, I can totally see that." You nod, surprised that she responded back with something that almost sounds like she wants the conversation to keep going. You clear your throat, "The eyeliner and stuff, seems tricky."

It seems like that was all it took for the ice to disapparate for Yunjin because next thing you know, she's rambling without a plan to stop;

"Oh, that's just at the beginning, the first couple of tries I mean and that goes for everything makeup related or, hm, maybe everything life related as well, wow." Yunjin shakes her head as if life philosophies were certainly not more important than a perfect winged eyeliner, "But anyways, I was looking like a panda for the majority of my junior year in high school." She chuckles at that, not looking embarrassed at all, "Had those thick eyebrows as well, it was a complete disaster. But the longer I wore makeup, the better I got at it and the more I learned what suited my face."

You clutch the pillow in your lap as you diligently listen to her, feeling like a younger sibling watching her older sister get ready for a party. 

"People say eyeliner isn't in fashion anymore, like it's an old makeup trend or whatever," Yunjin rolls her eyes at you and you chuckle lightly, shyly because you had no idea what was in trend, "Such bullshit, I'll never stop wearing it. It looks so good on me."

She observes the perfect thin wings decorating her eyelids and almost sighs a little in admiration.

You nod in agreement, not being able to stop yourself, "You have big eyes so the eyeliner frames them perfectly. It suits you."

Yunjin smiles happily, "Right? I totally look like Jihyo from TWICE, right?"

You hesitate, having no idea what Jihyo from TWICE looked like but you don't have the heart to sway her happiness so you just give her a small nod.

You continue to chat, mostly Yunjin talks, and by the amount she seems to have to say to you, you start to think that maybe all this time it wasn't that Yunjin avoided getting to know you because she wasn't interested in knowing her roommate. It seems like she had the idea that you had no interest into getting to know her, so she never bothered.

Once she's done with her makeup and she looks over herself in her precious small round mirror standing on her desk in satisfaction, she turns to you with a glare.

It's not a glare as if you've wronged her somehow but a glare of curiosity and seemingly not taking 'no' for an answer. You raise your brows.

Her glare deepens, one inquisitive but perfectly plucked eyebrow raised, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

"Oh," You huff out, for some reason embarrassed that she's aware you're a complete klutz in that department, "I don't know."

"Hm, why not? You might like it. Makeup is fun!" 

"No, I know I'll like it." Your cheeks flush, embarrassment growing at the thought of her thinking that you're one of those girls who thinks she's better for not being interested in makeup. It wouldn't be the first time it happened. "I just...won't I look stupid?"

"Stupid?" Yunjin frowns as if the idea is ridiculous and maybe it was a little. "Why would you look stupid? I'm basically a pro at this, I wouldn't let you look stupid."

"Oh, I didn't mean anything about your...y'know, skills." You grimace when she continues to stare at you, not really in the mood to disclose that ever since a stupid teenage boy named Son Eunwoo laughed at you at prom for trying to look pretty that you've given up on it as it obviously didn't suit you all that much. "Just, y'know, people will think I look silly if I wear it. It's not my thing...y'know?"

There's a faint moment of silence and you cast your eyes somewhere else as you feel awkward all over again for ruining the relaxed mood. Finally, Yunjin speaks,

"Y/N," She calls quietly, face set in a serious expression when you bring your eyes up to her again, "Do you want me to do your makeup?"

You blink at her a couple of times, mouth parted as she sits in her chair, perfectly curled hair and perfectly applied makeup, and waits for your response.

"I'll go wash my face."

"Yes, you go do that and don't forget to moisturize."

It doesn't take more than twenty minutes for Yunjin to do your makeup. Before she starts, you carefully tell her you don't want too much and she says she'll ask before everything she applies if you want it or not.

And she really does.

She places a little bit of foundation just to cover the natural redness of your cheeks and the couple of small pimples that appeared on your chin. She foregoes contouring because you tell her you don't want that, not sure what's the purpose of it. 

She goes a little bit crazy with the eyeshadows though, maybe she notices that you have the most interest in them. Glitter especially. It makes your eyes look glossy, almost wet but you're sure you're not describing that properly.

She even does some thin eyeliner on you, some mascara, brushes out your eyebrows but doesn't fill them out because you tell her you don't like them looking sharp. Some blush, a pretty light orange color that decorates your cheeks in a way that it surprises you by how good it looks on your face. And at the end, some lip gloss to finish everything off.

All through out, you two talk. About school, about your hometowns, about your parents.

It's bonding, you realize. 

You never bonded with anyone through makeup before, it was usually over football with Ryujin or gossiping over the people you knew from school because that's what you had in common with her. But football is gone now, so is high school and for years now, so was Ryujin.

It was hard to keep up with a friendship that was out of necessity in the first place, even harder when there's an entire ocean separating you now.

But with Yunjin, although you seemingly have nothing much in common, the conversation just flows with each soft stroke of a brush or pat on the cheek.

"See!" She hands you her round mirror to look at yourself, "You look so good!"

"Oh," You muse out, staring at the reflection, admiring the glitter and shimmer and all the colors you're not used to having on your face, "I like it."

"Now, don't get me wrong!" She warns quickly with her hands up, painted nails glistening under the shitty dorm lights, "You look good without makeup too. Well," She rolls her eyes at herself, "You obviously know that since you don't wear it at all as it is but like, if you sometimes want to wear it, you'll know now that it won't look stupid on you."

You chuckle shyly at her short rant, placing the mirror back on her desk. 

You wished Yunjin's words of affirmation would be enough to rid you of all your insecurities regarding makeup or...anything 'girly', they don't but you don't have the heart to tell her that. "Thanks."

She nods in response before checking her phone for the time apparently. She throws it on her bed before clapping her hands, "Well, since you already have your makeup done, you might as well go to this party with me."

That leaves you stumped. You turn to look at her from the chair in front of her desk. Party? "Wait, what?"

Yunjin doesn't even grace you with a look, standing in front of her closet which was flung open as she sorts through different materials and patterned clothes.

"Come on L/N, brush your hair out and get into a pair of jeans that make your ass look great." Her head peaks out from behind the door of her closet, she winks at you, "I'll worry about your top."

You really don't know how this happened. You don't know how you ended up here, in the jeans that hugged your hips and thighs the tightest and in the most preposterously skimpy top you have ever worn with your brushed out long hair falling over your back and your lips tinted a deep glossy red. You were a willing participant in it but you really have no idea how this happened.

"I don't think this is an appropriate outfit." You tell Yunjin as you look over yourself in the tall mirror which you both share. "I don't think this shirt is supposed to be worn like this."

"Actually," Yunjin said as she fixed her skirt in the mirror behind you and paid no mind to your ongoing breakdown, "For the last three months I thought I got scammed by the online shop I ordered that top from because it looked nothing like the photos on me but now looking at you, I'm starting to realize that the online shop is legit and that I simply didn't have the tits to fill it out."

You spluttered about at her commentary as you stared at the outfit, wondering if it would be rude to chicken out on her now.

Your light blue denim flare jeans and white sneakers looked totally acceptable. They were yours after all. 

The shirt, the offending bright red sleeveless low cut crop top that almost had your boobs out completely for the whole entire world to see, on the other hand, was certainly not.

You don't think you've ever worn something so short, so tight, so...revealing. In your life.

It's not even that you felt uncomfortable in it, really, you thought you looked hot but it just....wasn't You.

And at that point, you had to remind your self very strongly that you had no idea what You actually was. Football was no more (at least for the near future but you have an inkling it's for forever) and maybe the you that was tied to it and that the rest of your small world knew should rest for a little bit while you explore what other you's are there.

Beats moping around and feeling sorry for yourself, at least.

Yes. You will try your hardest not to care what anyone else might think tonight. You looked good. Sexy as fuck, as Yunjin said.

It wasn't all she said. Yunjin, as you begin to find out in the last hour you've actually spoken to her, is the best when it comes to making a girl feel good about herself.

"God, Y/N, your body is crazy." You hear her say as she pulls your hand away from your stomach that was bare since the skimpy shirt or jeans didn't cover it. She stares at your abs. "Do you still workout?"

Still. Meaning she also knows you're a retired athlete at only twenty-one years of age. Once again, you have to try your best to not let that reminder dampen your mood.

"Thanks." You respond clearing your throat, giving her a weak smile. "Yeah, I workout five times a week."

You don't mention the physical therapy you're about to start next week or the fact that all your workouts are under strict supervision ever since the injury happened. That, starting from next week, two other people will be responsible of you staying in shape.

It's so pitiful, you're so used to doing everything on your own.

"Five?!" Yunjin's jaw drops before she scoffs, looking at her body in the mirror with overly critical eyes.

Yunjin seemed to be naturally on the skinnier side, she didn't have any muscle built up. Not like you, years of doing football made your physique change, your body looked amazing - you were aware of that. Personal trainers, coaches both male and female told you so at least....'Defined thighs, defined stomach, toned arms...'. You heard enough about your body to know that it looked good.

It took years of sweat and regular gym hours to make it that way though and you feel bad that Yunjin seems to be comparing it to her own.

"When I was in my best shape, I had a whole team of people working with me from diet to workouts, that includes my coach as well." You chuckle lightly, as she turns her eyes from her stomach to you, "Everyone was expecting me to go pro so...The university invested a lot in me."

You force out another laugh, not trying to turn an attempt to stop the comparisons into a pity party. "Even now when I won't be playing, I'll have two people working with me."

When all you get in return is a dumbfounded stare, you groan feeling like you read the situation incorrectly. Your social cues still need some catching up to do.

So, there's nothing left to do when you feel so uncomfortable but ramble and it's what you do best, you will be quick to learn.

"This is stupid, I don't know if that's what you were doing and I'll feel like shit if I say it but ended up assuming it wrong but I'll say it anyway just in case; if you were comparing yourself to me, don't, I had professionals working with me for the past three years. Professionals that are extremely expensive and finished schools and shit to learn how to make people look hot and fit, so...." You trail off, avoiding her eyes at all cost and scratching behind your neck awkwardly.

The silence is so long that it almost wills you to run out of the room and maybe ask for a permanent roommate change, just to beat Yunjin to the punch. Instead, you hear a stifled giggle.

You glance at her just to see your roommate bite back a grin.

You huff, cheeks turning red from the embarrassment because you barely speak but when you do, it's really almost always complete and utter shit, as you try to hide your own smile.

"You're a nice girl, Y/N."

"Yeah, yeah." You huff, always terrible at taking compliments, "So are you, I guess."

She snorts at your awkwardness but doesn't further comment on it as she rummages through her jewelry box and pokes big hoop earrings on.

"And you can keep that shirt if you want...God, I hate you big boobed bitches." You let out a surprised laugh at that as she rummages some more through her jewelry box. "Do you have any earrings for yourself? I'd offer you a necklace but I think it's hotter if your neck is bare honestly."

"Um," You approach your desk and pull out your mom's jewelry box with a humble amount of items in it. You show her your tiny golden hoops, "What about these?"

"Yeah, those are great. Put those on and let's get ready to go, Chaewon might be dancing on tables by now."

As you lock the door to your dorm and turn to leave, Yunjin intertwines your arms as you both walk down the hall crowded by college students either going in or going out.

New girl friend, not so bad, you think to yourself.

Chaewon is not dancing on tables when you get there. You don't exactly know who Chaewon is but there's nobody dancing on tables in the crowded frat house you've walked into. You don't know anyone there, you thought you might see some girls from your team at least despite not getting along with them the best but you don't.

Yunjin, on the other hand, seems to know everyone.

She greets every living soul in the dusty, stuffy living room and every living soul greets her back. You guess it's safe to say that your roommate slash new girl friend is very popular with the party crowd at your campus.

As it's your first ever college party, you just follow her around like a lost puppy but she never makes you feel like a lost puppy, instead, she introduces you to every person that comes to chat with her even though you can hardly remember their names. You appreciate that more than you'd like to admit.

You end up in the kitchen which is less crowded but still has a handful of people in it where Yunjin shoves the classic red party cup in your hand and clinks it with her matching one, telling you to drink up.

At least you're not a complete virgin in this area. You drank before, you weren't an expert or anything because alcohol is limited for athletes but still, it's one of the first 'not first's of the night.

You meet Chaewon who is bubbly and cute with her bob and sparkly eyes. She's not nearly as drunk as Yunjin led you to believe she would be. When you comment on it, Chaewon smacks Yunjin's arm jokingly.

"You've made the girl think I'm an alcoholic or something." She scolds your roommate with a smirk before turning to you, smile back to complete innocence, "I don't even drink that much, Y/N. Honest."

Yunjin comes closer to mutter in your ear, "She's a liar, it's just that she's trying to be sober to see if the guy she's into comes alone tonight."

"Oh!" You nod and give Chaewon a reassuring smile as she goes beet red in the face and glares at Yunjin who continues to tease her.

You were about to tell Yunjin that you much prefer the crowd in the kitchen than the living room area and that you'd hope to stay here a bit more but you don't get a chance to.

 Loud hoots echo through the kitchen and you turn your head to see what the ruckus is all about only to see the bane of your very existence walk in with a wide smile along with a group of other guys, greeting everyone like he's the king of the world and with the way everyone in the room treats him - he might as well be.

Of course. Of fucking course, Jung Wooyoung would be considered the life of the party.

He can be! You don't give a fuck! But why did it have to be the first party that you are attending.

You try to hide your scowl by taking another sip of your drink, trying your hardest not to let your eyes trace his movements from the other side of the kitchen island but one second your eyes are coasting over his ridiculous outfit (which he looks damn near scrumptious in but that's besides the point and something you will never admit that you ever thought about for even a second) and the next thing you know - his eyes are meeting yours.

You quickly whip your head to stare into the living room, feeling the edge of the counter dig into your back.

Yunjin and Chaewon are talking about something, laughing loudly through the noisy room and you're trying to hard to keep up with their conversation but that turns out to be impossible now that you're aware of a certain menace lurking about.

And lo and behold, quickly enough he skulks away from his group of friends and sneaks up to your side in three long strides.

"Well, well, well, do my eyes deceive me or is this Y/N Y/L/N at a frat house party?"

You stand rigid as his clothed elbow brushes your bare one but otherwise don't give him any further acknowledgement. Yunjin, from your freshly learned discovery is ever the social butterfly, grins with an eyeroll.

"Don't be a dick, Wooyoung."

Oh. Oh.

Yunjin knows Wooyoung. Well, that makes just about everything a thousand times worse.

"What? I didn't say anything." Jung Wooyoung defends with a smug smile from next to you before giving Chaewon a charming (or at least what might be charming by some people's standards, definitely not yours or anything) smile. "Chaewon, hello."

She stifles a laugh, "Hi, Wooyoung."

You're irritated to the highest degree for some reason.

Why were you never on the receiving end of his charming smiles? Again, charming by some people's standards. Let it be known, it's not by yours. Not that you want to be on the receiving end of any kind of Jung Wooyoung smile but just...why aren't you ever?

"Can't believe you two managed to get babyface over here out of her room for once." He comments and for a second you have no idea who he's referring to. Until Chaewon laughs lightly again before motioning towards Yunjin.

"That's all Yunjin. I just met Y/N, actually."

"Lucky you." Wooyoung adds and only after his second mischievous glance do you realize they're talking about you.

"Babyface?" You turn to him, growing outraged as his lips stretch into a wide grin. What is it with him and these weird nicknames which all contain the word 'baby' in them. What happened to calling you a troll like he did in middle school and moving about his night?

He shrugs, "I reckon it's better than crybaby."

"You reckon?" You scoff, not being able to stop yourself. Not even a full minute with him and you're already showcasing the gnarly childish side of yourself to girls you were hoping would become your friends. "Wow, how many years of college and you're finally using big words, Jung."

Wooyoung, for reasons you could never wrap your head around, looks positively delighted at your quip. "If you think 'reckon' is a big word then I have no further comments, Y/L/N."

You flush a deep red at that as a glare fully sets down on your face, aimed entirely towards him now. He bites his lip to stop himself from laughing which only makes you grow redder.

"So, you two know each other?" You forgot for a split second that the two of you were in the presence of your new friends. Yunjin stares at you with brows raised.

With a solemn sigh, you respond, "We were neighbours."

"We still are." Wooyoung adds, cozying up to you further. You watch in contempt the way his shoulder brushes yours and his arm lays on the kitchen island behind you, one wrong move and his arm would be around your waist. Seriously, why is he so damn close?

To your own embarrassment, you find yourself not moving away, liking his warmth and whatnot. Maybe, he smells nice as well. Just a little bit. Something citrusy and delicious. Whatever.

"Oh?" Yunjin asks, looking awfully too interested in your relationship with Wooyoung. Not that there is a relationship. Your brows furrow as you observe the way she silently communicates with Chaewon.

"What?" You ask, lost entirely. 

Chaewon gives you the same, overly enthusiastic smile, "Oh, nothing."

Wooyoung's chest shakes against you from silent laughter about something you must've missed and you turn to glare at him. He didn't do anything, you just felt like it.

A couple of minutes of conversation pass and you find yourself even enjoying it, despite the little nuisance stuck to your side. It's been awhile since you hung out with anybody, you never thought you even needed it but you think you understand now the hype around these college weekend hangouts.

Until it somehow dips to Yunjin and Chaewon ditching you.

"Y/N, remember that guy Yunjin was talking to you about? The one I have a crush on?" You nod as Chaewon talks against your ear, "Well, he just got here and Yunjin and I will go say hi to him."

"Oh, I'll come with!" You say pathetically before Yunjin loudly exclaims "NO!"

"No, Y/N, you stay right here with Wooyoung, okay?" She motions to the guy next to you, "You two seem to have so much in common!"

She's giving you a weird smile, overly wide, overly excited and you have trouble reading what she's trying to tell you, not knowing her nearly enough to be able to read girl code already.

You can barely get a word in and they're already gone, whisked by the living room crowd and you're stuck with Jung Wooyoung of all people by your side, feeling completely and utterly stupid. 

They...ditched you? Did Yunjin regret inviting you? Did she find you embarrassing? Maybe you should just go home.

A deep sigh is heard by your side and you're once again reminded with who they left you with.

"Y/L/N, they didn't ditch you. They don't hate you or whatever it is that you scrambled up in that big head of yours, they're trying to set you up with me." Wooyoung lazily explains from your right and you turn to look at him like he's crazy. What surprises you more than his statement is the fact that he's actually sticking by your side.

"What? Set you up with me?" You scoff, crossing your bare arms over your chest, "Don't be ridiculous."

He snorts, "You'd rather think they ditched you than trying to get you laid?"

You go silent at that. Laid. How preposterous. How insane and how ridiculous.

It's another thing that you're a complete virgin to. Literally and figuratively. You've never went with a boy past a clumsy make out session. Get laid, you scoff inwardly, how silly.

Suddenly, you're aware of a pair of eyes on the side of your face and you're not surprised to find Jung Wooyoung staring at you in amusement. With all your defenses up, you ask, "What?"

His eyes twinkle with mirth. "I didn't say anything."

Another moment of silence between the two of you passes. Some guy comes to greet Wooyoung, he gives you a small nod in greeting which you return and after some small talk between the two of them he walks away, leaving you two alone once again in the middle of the semi-crowded kitchen.

Wooyoung inches closer to you again, mirroring your stance now by leaning against the island with his back. "Is being alone with me that scary that you refuse to talk?"

"Scary?" You scoff again, it's all you seem to do in his presence, without even looking at him. "Don't flatter yourself too much, Jung, you're not nearly as intimidating as you like to think you are."

"Who said I thought I was intimidating?" He asks calmly, enjoying the way you're riled up for no apparent reason.

You don't answer his question, aware that you're being a bitch for no reason. But it's his fault if anything, years of juvenile fights made Jung Wooyoung bring out the worst in you.

"These parties don't seem like they're all that." You comment, more to yourself than anything but he's obviously listening so you decide to include him in the conversation. "Don't you get bored of them?"

Wooyoung hums from next to you, lightly swaying to the music from the living room as he hands you a cold cup of...something and takes one for himself as well. It feels weird that he actually is sort of attentive by getting you a drink when he noticed your empty cup on the island. You decide not to dwell on it too much.

"Bored? Not really, they get repetitive but there's always something fun to do." He responds, mouth quirking up as he looks down at you. Your eyes flicker down to his lips just in time for his tongue to swipe across his bottom lip. You look away quickly.

Clearing your throat, for the life of you, you have no idea why you nod to a couple in the corner right next to the kitchen almost having intercourse against a wall. "Like that?"

Wooyoung snickers and you feel yourself flush slightly but you blame it on the drink which is...much better than whatever Yunjin handed to you at the beginning of the night. "Don't blame people for having fun, Y/L/N."

You turn to him with your nose crinkled, "That's your idea of fun?"

Wooyoung seems a bit surprised and yet strangely intrigued by the course of the conversation. Maybe you are too but in this moment, it feels all too exhilarating with him being so close and you being a complete and utter virgin and all. God, if Chaewon and Yunjin left you here in hopes of getting you laid, maybe they were right.

There's no reason to be acting like this around Jung Wooyoung.

Honestly, what is wrong with you Y/N? Maybe you really should fuck someone. You'd stop thinking about Jung Wooyoung this way and lose your virginity at last.

Two birds with one stone.

"I know lots of ideas of fun." Wooyoung starts before he gives you that devastating grin of his that you despised even as a lovesick teenage girl as he subtly nods to the couple, still at it in the corner, "That is one of them. Although I'd at least take it up to one of the bedrooms upstairs."

Your nose crinkles in disgust again at the thought of the state of the beds in these dirty testosterone filled frat houses. "Gross, they probably don't even change the sheets."

"My apartment is two blocks away." Wooyoung adds, a little too quickly in your, once again completely virgin, opinion. "I always have that option as well, y'know?"

You blink a couple of times, staring at the kitchen tiles as you start thinking that you're not talking about his ideas of fun only anymore.

Was he-? Is he trying to-? No. No way. Do not.

"Right." You say quietly, taking a tiny sip of your drink before smacking your lips.

There is no way that in any shape or form Jung Wooyoung is attempting to flirt with you. 

He's quiet for only a couple of seconds before two other guys approach him, doing those weird half hugs half handshakes that assholes like Jung Wooyoung use to greet their friends. Which he seems to have a bunch of. Mr. Popular he is.

While they converse, your eyes are still stuck on the couple making out in the corner of the room and to not seem like a complete and utter creep, you draw your eyes away from them into the living room where...all you seem to see are couples.

Flirting. Kissing. Grinding on each other (Gross). Humping on the couch (Double Gross, you're sure people use that to sit on ordinary days). Clumsily walking up the stairs with their hands already on each other's clothes (Triple Gross). They're all going to have sex!

Meanwhile, you're a virgin. Not by choice either, if it were up to you you'd grab the first guy you see right this second and let him fuck you just to get it over with. It's not like you're saving yourself for someone special or anything. Too bad that they all seem to be taken one way or another and the only guy you've spent the whole night talking to is-

Wait.

Nononono.

But-

Wait.

You turn to observe Jung Wooyoung by your side, who is still talking to his two buddies. None of them paying you any mind.

As you mentioned before, there was a general consensus going around that Jung Wooyoung was good looking. You've seen him only a handful times since that night he dropped you off home after prom even if you're both on the same campus but you can admit (although you'll outwardly deny it if anybody asks) that he has gotten even hotter.

His face lost all of his baby fat with years that went by, his jawline got sharper and lips plusher. His eyes were expressive and the mole under one of them was cute. His hair was still long, you don't know if he cut it after prom night and just let it grow out again or if this was simply the length her preferred, now all black but it suited him immensely.

He had nice hands as well. Veiny hands, long fingers with nice and tidy nails. And you might've called his outfit ridiculous but you only did it to fulfill your role as his self-appointed enemy, it wasn't that ridiculous. Just a pair of baggy jeans and a white shirt with his sleeves rolled up. You guess he knows that he has sexy hands. The first three buttons of his shirt were undone, making sure to showcase the naturally tanned smooth skin underneath and a necklace decorating his collarbones.

This...whore. 

A man that plays up his good physical attributes this well could be nothing else but a man that gets around a lot.

When you notice that you've spent a good two minutes doing nothing but checking Jung Wooyoung out, you notice that his two friends have left already and he's holding his red cup while staring at you with an amused smirk on his face.

"What now?" He asks and you part your lips before licking them, almost shivering when you catch Wooyoung following the action closely.

Well, your dad did say that should live your life and try at least. His words, not yours!

Although when he said them, you are most definitely sure your dad didn't think you'd ever be applying them when asking Jung Wooyoung to take your virginity but what he doesn't know won't put him in an early grave.

You are twenty-one years old and among a lot of other things, you are horny. It's time to get a move on.

"I'm going to ask you something now and for once," You let out a soft sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you can't believe you're about to do this before opening them to level Jung Wooyoung with an open stare as you inch closer to him to make sure he can hear every word, "Just this once, I ask of you, nicely, to not be a dick about it. If you're not up for it, just...just let me down gently. Don't laugh at me, please, just tell me no and we'll forget it ever happened."

All traces of amusement leave Wooyoung's eyes after your all-too-honest speech and he turns to rest his hip against the kitchen island to be face to face with you. He looks serious and asks quietly, "What do you wanna ask me, Y/L/N?"

You take a deep breath, feeling undeniably nervous under his heavy gaze. "Those ideas of fun you mentioned before, the ones involving your apartment...."

Wooyoung presses the rim of the cup against his lower lip, teeth gently grazing it before he takes a sip. He nods, looking a little confused as he swallows, teeth coming back to bite on the cup.

"Mind showing me?"

It takes him a second to catch on but when he does, it only takes another second for the mischief in his eyes to triple and lips placed against the rim of his red cup to stretch into a wide breathtaking smile.

-

Wooyoung had an inkling of an idea where the course of the night would take him when he first left his apartment. Have a drink or two, mess about with the guys for a few hours and maybe if he was up to it, find someone to take home.

 But this... if someone told him this would happen, he'd burst out laughing and call that person crazy. Insane. Deranged. A lunatic. 

Really, he had no idea how the hell this happened. 

This being two handfuls of your jean-covered ass in his hands, tongue shoved deep into your mouth as he pushes you against his hallway wall and swallows every tiny sound you make while your hands tug and rake through his hair.

He's pretty sure your dark red lip gloss is all over his cheeks from how messy and rushed the kissing is. Everything tastes like artificial cherries, a taste too sweet for Wooyoung's liking accompanied by a tinge of vodka and lemonade that you've both been drinking.

Your hands are soft when they run over his jaw and latch onto his shoulders, he swallows another surprisingly sweet whine of yours and slips a leg between your thighs. Embarrassingly enough, Wooyoung is already hard and once his hands slip from your ass to your hips just to feel the way you move them as you grind against his thigh - he fears he might finish in his pants.

Yeah, if at the start of the night someone told him that Y/L/N Y/N would be dry humping him in the hallway of his small studio apartment after he went out of his way to keep her company at a party, he surely would've dialed the nearest psychiatric institution to take that person in for much needed treatment.

When you reward him with a whimper that goes straight to his dick for placing a kiss underneath your ear, Wooyoung starts coating your neck in slow hot kisses and bites that leave you trembling in his arms. 

He's been (as subtly as he could) staring at the naked skin that your shirt revealed for the majority of the night anyway so, truly, this isn't much of a chore for him.

When his teeth gently graze your clavicle, he pulls away for just a moment and realizes he's finally gotten a front seat view of your tits.

Jesus Christ.

When the fuck did you become hot?

Wooyoung always found you cute at most. And fine, he thought you were pretty too that night he drove you home from your prom night. But that's where it all ended. He didn't think about you all too much in any other way given your history and barely saw you as it is.

Looking at you now...your hooded eyes that glittered around the corners. Flushed cheeks and heavy breaths that made his head spin. Disheveled long hair that fell down your back and that he wanted to tangle his fingers in (which he quickly did as soon as that thought appeared, no time like the present!). And those fucking tits covered with nothing but a sorry excuse for a shirt that clung to your torso.

Wow.

It really must be true when they say that distance makes the heart grow fonder. 

Although there's little heart involved in this situation and a whole lot of thinking with his dick.

He pulls the thick strap of your top a little and watches at it smacks against your skin gently. You keep quiet, breaths still heavy as you watch him.

"This shirt is fucking ridiculous, Y/L/N."

No time left for talking, his fingers curl around your waist again as he bends down to place kisses against your chest. You both probably smell like smoke, sweat and booze but there's a soft layer of vanilla mixed into it the closer he gets to you and Wooyoung finds himself not minding the combination.

"I-It looks bad?"

It's the first words you've spoken since you stumbled into his apartment and Wooyoung has to pause, almost in disbelief. His first reaction is annoyance, not pegging you as the type of girl to fish for compliments by acting insecure even though she knows very well she looks delectable.

But then, the more he stares, the more he notices the way you twitch in his hold, shifting your gaze around his face in order to avoid his eyes, his annoyance disappears. You are insecure about the shirt. You are genuinely wondering whether or not it looks good on you.

And Wooyoung is nothing, if not ready to please at all times.

"I wanna drag it off of you with my teeth." He says the honest truth, hating the way his voice is low and husky. What the fuck is he doing. Why is he breathing so heavily?

The blush that overtakes you doesn't stop at your face but slowly curls around your neck and appears at the top of your chest. He hums, satisfied with the reaction he got before going back to business.

The business being your marvelous tits.

With his hand still curled around your waist as he lowers down so his forehead is basically resting on your bare chest, he groans once he thumbs over your left breast and feels a hard nipple under the material.

"Are you not wearing anything under this?" He murmurs against your skin, groaning again once he feels your fingers intertwine with his hair. Wooyoung doesn't wait for a response but roughly pulls one of the thick straps down your arm and places a hand over your naked breast feeling its weight in his hand.

Jesus fucking Christ.

He thumbs at your nipple, liking the soft moan that escapes you at the action as you continue to grind against his clothed thigh.

"Y-Yunjin said it didn't need a-a bra." You stutter out through a whisper and he places a soft kiss to the middle of your chest as if to soothe you before returning his attention to what's really important.

God bless Yunjin then. Wooyoung should remind himself to buy her that chicken sandwich she likes so much tomorrow morning.

His thumb rubs over the hard pink nipple one last time before its enveloped by his lips, tongue twirling around it and arm tightening around your waist as your breath hitches and you twitch even more in his hold.

When you let out a high pitched moan once his teeth gently graze the soft bud, Wooyoung thinks he'll send Yunjin a whole damn buffet to her dorm.

Wooyoung releases your nipple with a 'pop' that makes you groan lewdly and he scrambles to stand up to his full height to get the offending red shirt off your body.

"Off." He mutters and you quickly grab the ends of the shirt to pull it off, needing Wooyoung's help since it was genuinely so tight on your torso.

With your hair disheveled even more now and bare chest on full display, Wooyoung almost kneels down in front of you.

His dick ached.

"Oh my fucking God." He mutters, burying his face into your chest as he licked and kissed and sucked and...

"Bed." You whisper through a moan, tugging at his hair. You grit out almost bossily, "B-Bed!"

"Bed?" Wooyoung looks down on you in confirmation, body now completely pressed against yours and when he sees your wide, desperate but sure eyes, he quickly nods. "Bed."

His lips are back on yours again, hand grasping at your jaw as he pulls you from the wall and leads you further into his studio apartment. The bed was only a couple of feet away anyways.

You grunt against his lips as you trip over something and he pushes it away with his foot (it was a sneaker that fell out of place as he was getting ready in a hurry), continuing to lead the way to his bed.

"You take off your shirt too." You whisper, almost shyly which causes something warm to swirl in his stomach. He obeys quickly, dropping his shirt to your feet before pulling you in with a hand at the back of your neck, biting at your lower lip and letting out a small laugh as you gasp.

"Pants too." You add innocently and he huffs, growing amused at your bossy nature even in the bedroom.

So, of course, he'll be a little shit about it.

Wooyoung drops himself on the bed, thanking God he changed his sheets this morning, and obnoxiously spreads out his legs. He observes you with a tilted head and a grin on his face, "Why don't you take them off?"

-

You lick your lips at the request, feeling like it's awfully hot in the room despite the fact that you're not wearing a shirt. You without a shirt in front of Jung Wooyoung with your tits on full display was another thing that you weren't ready to unpack just yet.

He's beautiful.

Wooyoung's skin is a pretty color of fresh honey and you carefully step closer, between his legs, to place a hand on his firm chest and feel his velvety skin. He watches your every move with hooded eyes, holding himself up with his arms placed behind him on the bed.

There's a tattoo on the side of his ribs, one that you would never know about unless you see him like this, so you run a thumb over it in admiration. Still, you don't want to take too long at the risk of coming off as weird, so with all the bravery you can muster - your hand drops to the button of his jeans and you gently (because of your fucking knee) lower yourself down to sit between his legs.

You thumb it open and pull the zipper down, shivering at the way Wooyoung's lips part and he softly exhales in what seems to be anticipation. You further flush when you finally get to see the outline of his....well, his dick.

You felt it against your hip, when you were kissing by the entrance door but you didn't have the guts to ever look down.

When Wooyoung lifts his hips up to help you get his pants off, you realize you're about to see it now anyway.

Clearing your throat, you curl your fingers around the waistband of his jeans and underwear all at once and pull it down. If Wooyoung notices how clumsy you are with it, he decides not to comment at least.

And there it is. His dick. A dick, first of all. The first dick you've ever seen in your life that wasn't through the screen while watching a bad porn video.

You don't stop pulling on his pants until they're pooling at his ankles without breaking stare with his...penis. 

You don't really know what you expected if you're being honest. You never thought a dick would be pretty and...it's not exactly ugly either. Just, odd looking you suppose.

You can't tell if it's either big or small as you have nothing to compare it to. Maybe average? What is considered small? You're scared what a big dick looks like if this is a small one. Or even average one. It's kind of thick though which is worrying, you don't even notice the way your lips part as you imagine how exactly is this...thing supposed to fit anywhere inside of you.

There's neatly trimmed hair at the base of it and the tip is flushed, a thick vein running at the underside of it and two-

"Uh," It's like a sound of a scratched record as you freeze, "Your first time seeing a dick or something, Y/L/N?"

Your head slowly lifts from his lap and up to his face where a Jung Wooyoung awaits with raised brows.

It's only then that you realize you've been examining this guy's dick like he was at a doctor's appointment instead of trying to get him off.

You're at a little loss of words to be honest and for a split second you're worried that Jung Wooyoung will take your stutters of "I, uh" and "Um"'s and "Uh, hm"'s the wrong way and think you're impressed by him or something. You're not, once again, you have nothing to compare it to. You barely know what you're looking at right now.

His facial expressions go a little like this in the next twenty seconds: Cockiness (that quickly fades though), Confusion and last but not least Realization.

"Oh my God, it is?!" He laughs in disbelief before his eyes grow even wider and mouth continues to hang open. He quickly places a pillow laying on his bed over his lap, to shield his manhood from the big bad scary virgin apparently, "You're a virgin?!"

It feels like a punch to the gut and you flush a deep red, already scrambling up to your feet and shielding your bare chest. While you try to find that damned crop top, Wooyoung is still rambling in the background.

"There's no way! Wow, seriously you've never had sex before?! Never?! Wow, there's no way! Wait, why are you putting your shoes on-"

You refuse to turn towards him, pathetic tears of embarrassment already welled up in your eyes and bottom lip wobbling, "Uh, I'm gonna go."

"Wait, what? Why?" You hear shuffling behind you and you assume he's trying to get back into his jeans.

You quickly slide your second sneaker on and are flinging the door open, not looking back. "I have to go. I'm sorry, bye."

"Sorry? What are you- Will you just wait a fucking second for me to put my clothes back-" The door falls shut and you're stalking down the hallway of the apartment building, trying to get as far away from his door as you can.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

What were you thinking? Kissing Jung Wooyoung, going home with Jung Wooyoung, doing anything with Jung Wooyoung. What were you thinking?

You cry only a little when you get back to your dorm. Really, it's only a little, just a couple of flimsy tears. 

Then you scrub the makeup from your face and change into your pajamas. Yunjin still isn't back and you're angry at her too, for bringing you to that party in the first place. For leaving you with Jung Wooyoung as well.

You're angry and embarrassed. And on top of that, you're horny too.

Why did Jung Wooyoung have to be such a good kisser? Why did his hands have to feel so nice? Why was he so beautiful?

You huff, buried deep in your sheets and all ready to go to bed but sleep just isn't coming. You're too busy thinking about the guy you've sworn not to think about at all anymore.

It was going so well these last two years.

With another huff, you cover your face with your pillow and scream at the top of your lungs.

He tasted like lemonade.

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[navybrat817]

A Debt to Pay

Pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky isn't a man to be crossed. Word Count: Over 3.2k Warnings: Brief explicit sexual content, swearing, violence, mentions of trafficking and dark themes, mob!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: Expanding the world of A Price to Pay and I can't wait to share more. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @dreamlessinparis, but any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @maysdigitalarts and moodboard by yours truly. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

You didn't know who Bucky Barnes was when he came into your life, but you recognized a lethal man when you saw one. Dangerous, enticing, confident. The jawline for days and soft brown hair added to his allure. You smiled when he walked toward you, earning you a wicked smirk in return when you didn't flinch under his stare. You weren't a wilting flower.

Even if his piercing gaze was the most intimidating you had ever seen. 

You were still entranced by his blue eyes as his large, powerful frame invaded your space. You hadn’t even noticed his left hand was metal until he wrapped it around your wrist. It had been a test to see how you'd react to his touch. 

You took a step closer. 

You passed. 

"You shouldn't be here."

Those weren't the words you expected, the deep timbre of his voice rolling along your skin over the music. Your friend managed to get your name on the VIP list for the new club in town, but maybe you weren't welcome. You weren't, however, about to let this man throw you out. His suit was too sharp for a bouncer. 

It didn't matter what job he had. You wanted him. When you wanted something, or someone, you stood your ground. And you wanted nothing more than to chase away the shadows in his eyes and replace them with fire. 

"And where should I be? Your bed?”

Fingertips brushed against your throat before his thumb caressed your lips. A flicker of a flame ignited in his eyes when you sucked the digit into your mouth, watching the fire grow as you swirled your tongue around it. His grip tightened a fraction on your wrist. Could he feel how fast your heart was beating?

"Why don't we start with my lap, doll?"

Bucky didn't wait until you were back at his place to fuck you, pulling you into the lush office so you wouldn't be disturbed. Bracing your hands on his shoulders, your cries resonated in the room as you rode him. It wasn't the thrill of fucking a stranger that had you so aroused. It was him. 

You were addicted from the start.

"Fuck, that's it. Take me. Keep my cock nice and wet."

His release trickled down your thighs when he took you to his car minutes later and you prayed he'd fuck you again soon. Two men who looked almost as intimidating as Bucky stood beside it, not sparing you a glance as the door opened. It wasn't smart to leave with him, but curiosity got the better of you. 

"Who are you?"

"You really wanna know?"

Bucky told you he co-owned the club with his best friend, Steve Rogers, but didn't tell you the rest right away. You didn't hold that against him. He had to make sure you wouldn't be another fling, after all. Or a honey pot. 

Trust is gained and loyalty is returned. 

Many late nights and early mornings helped bring you closer together. You opened up to him, often falling asleep in his arms after deep conversations. It was something you hadn't done since your ex-boyfriend, Nick. You learned a lot about him, too. His dreams, hopes, even his fears. 

He fell in love.

So did you. 

"You're my world, doll."

You're my everything. 

Love wasn't the problem. He was romantic, but didn't take you out often. When he did, it was completely private. No prying eyes. You hadn't met most of his friends nor any of his family. You wondered if he was ashamed of you. 

You did let him fuck you raw the night you met. 

For a brief time, you wondered if you were his dirty, little secret. But if you knew anything about Bucky, it was that he was loyal. He would never cheat on you. 

You asked him one evening if he saw a future with you. If he did, something had to give. If he didn't, you could walk away. You wouldn't feel whole again if you left, but you'd do your best to be strong. The stricken look he gave you when you mentioned leaving broke your heart. 

"I'm one of the most dangerous men in the city."

The man you fell in love with came from one of the most powerful mob families not just in the city, but in the world. The club was one of the many businesses he had his hands in, some that stretched as far away as Russia. He earned a reputation and respect, along with money and power. 

With all of that came enemies.

It was one of the reasons why he tried to protect you in the beginning of your relationship. Desperation often led to people getting hurt or worse. If anything happened to you, he’d set the world on fire. Instead of running away when you learned who he was and what he did, which is what he expected, you stood by him. 

"You're still a good man. I still love you."

Always. 

Bucky kept you tied to the bed that night, leaving you dizzy with pleasure until you were nothing but a whimpering, writhing mess beneath him. The sheets were ruined, soaked with your juices and sweat as you lost count of how many orgasms he gave you. He admitted as he cleaned you up that he never would’ve let you go if you walked away. Fucked out and exhausted, you smiled. 

“You’re stuck with me, James.” 

He knew you meant business when you used his first name.

Unlike some of the spouses and lovers Bucky’s associates had, you requested to know at least the minimum ins and outs of his true business. He didn’t like that at first. Knowing too much was another way you could get hurt. He told you that as you argued, tying you to the bed again once he dragged you there.

“EVERYTHING I do is to protect you, doll. It’s too fucking dangerous for you to get involved!”

“How do you think I feel when you go out there every day? Let me help you!”

He tried to distract you with his cock, his pace brutal and deep enough to make you choke on your breath. It almost worked. Trembling with each thrust, you accepted his frenzy, but grew more determined to stay by his side in every aspect. It was an argument he wouldn't win. 

"You're not backing down, are you?"

"No, but you'll keep me safe, Bucky. We'll keep each other safe."

"Then be my queen."

The wedding ceremony was small and intimate, which is what you both wanted. You fell in love even more when he said "I do", proud to take his last name. Steve swore he never saw him look so happy and warned you to never break his heart. 

"You don't trust me, Steve?"

"I trust you. I also know he'd destroy the city if you ever hurt him. Or if he lets you get hurt."

Your home was well protected and bodyguards Bucky selected were willing to lay down their lives for you. To appease him, you didn't involve yourself in all of his dealings. There had to be some separation of business and pleasure. Anything that potentially hurt your husband though, you expected to be alerted. 

Which was why you were at the meeting tonight.

You were the only woman in the room, your guards keeping an eye on the men at the table. They may have been Bucky's associates, but their job was to protect you above all else. You half expected to see Steve's new girl, only because he didn't want her out of his sight. Knowing him, he wanted to shield her from this part of his world. The girl already went through enough with her asshole ex.

She has a good man now, like I do. 

"Wasn't expecting to see you tonight," Lance Tucker said, making a show of biting his lip as you brought a drink over to Bucky at the head of the table. 

Your husband never liked the ex-athlete. Too arrogant and predatory. He had a good read on people and the clean-cut appearance didn't fool him. He only allowed him to be close to keep an eye on him. 

"I asked her to be here," Bucky told him, offering his hand to help you sit in his lap. You wore a short, black dress to match his suit and didn't mind it riding up as you got comfortable. The men knew better than to look. "If anyone has a problem with that, say so."

"No, boss," the men said in unison.

"No problem at all," Lance grinned. 

"Good," Bucky didn't smile back as his fingertips brushed along your neck and upper back. To anyone else, the gesture appeared to be one of possession. The truth was, having his hands on you in some way grounded him. 

“I must say, Barnes” Lance began, leaning back in his chair as he stared at your chest. “I don’t know how you get anything done. If she were mine, I’d never let her off my cock.”

Bucky’s hand stilled for a moment on the back of your neck. The other men glanced at their boss, waiting with bated breath to see what he would do. Before he could open his mouth, you straightened your back and smiled.

“It’s too bad for you that I’m his and always will be.”

“Only here for eye candy?" Lance raised an eyebrow. "You sure you don’t mind letting me have a taste?”

“I’m not really good about sharing,” Bucky said with a harsh stare. "And my wife is much more than eye candy, so you better show her some respect."

“We don’t really need to beat around the bush, do we?” Steve interjected. He didn’t appreciate small talk during meetings like these. “I think you know why you’re here.”

Lance nodded. “I do. I had a feeling you’d call me.”

“So, you’re aware that one of the locations you moved to is right outside of my territory?” Bucky asked. “And you’ve been making a nice profit.”

Lance smirked, shrugging a little. “I was in debt. I saw the opportunity and I took it. Nothing wrong with that.”

“When it undermines my husband, there is something wrong with that,” you argued, though you didn’t raise your voice. 

“I don’t recall asking for your opinion. So unless he plans to shove his cock in your mouth to shut you up-”

“Watch how you speak to my wife,” Bucky said in a low voice. You knew he was tempted to shoot him and be done with it. "I won't tell you again."

You placed a hand on his thigh to quell his anger. “As entertaining as that would be for all of you and fun for me,” you pressed a kiss to his temple. “I’m going to keep talking and you are going to listen.”

Lance crossed a leg over his knee as he leaned back in his chair, gesturing with his hand. “By all means.”

“Back to what I said about undermining my husband,” you began as everyone listened. Bucky hung on your every word, too, because he wouldn’t dare disrespect his queen. “Now, you operate just outside of his territory. Bold and a bit insulting, but you didn’t break any rules by doing so. I can respect that.”

“Glad you can give respect where it’s due,” he agreed.

“But you did break the rules when you began to poach girls from The Tower,” you told him, holding out your hand. Joaquin was there within seconds, handing you a folder. 

Lance’s smirk stayed plastered on his face, but a flash of fear flickered before he could hide it. “People switch places all the time.”

“The girls were paid well and the clients were good to them, so you must have offered them something more. You may have even taken a couple against their will. Poaching them takes money out of the club, which takes money out of my husband’s pocket.”

“That’s not what-”

“Not to mention, one of the things Bucky and Steve pride themselves on is the safety of any person working in their clubs. That includes their dancers. They’re just trying to make a living and deserve respect like everyone else. And a few of those girls have gone missing.”

"The city's an expensive place to live. They probably took off."

"Or you sold them," you guessed, sliding the folder across the table. "Before you deny it, you might want to take a look in there."

You didn't have to tell the rest of the men what the pictures contained as Lance opened the folder, visibly getting pale as he flipped through it. There were photos of him and different girls, at multiple angles, going into the same building. The poor things never came out. 

"You're selling those girls," Bucky stated, his voice laced with anger. No amount of coaxing or distracting would calm him down. Trafficking was an arena he refused to touch. Not with the kind of past his old friend, Natasha, had. "You son of a bitch."

"You're not smart enough to pull this off by yourself," Steve mused. He read his friend well and knew he was close to snapping. "And we know Ransom isn't working with you. Give us a name."

Lance shoved the folder away with a sneer. "Those photos don't prove shit."

"That isn't a name," Steve said.

"I guess it isn't."

You refrained from pinching the bridge of your nose. Bucky and Steve weren't men to be crossed. They had rules in place for a reason, but people still pushed. 

"We're giving you a chance to do this the right way, which is more than what you deserve," Steve said as you rubbed Bucky's thigh. The muscles relaxed slightly under your palm, but he still felt too tense for your liking. "Otherwise, we can take you to the basement and sort this out."

"The basement? Wait a fucking minute!"

"Give us a name." Steve didn't like to repeat himself.

Neither did your husband.

"Didn't you poach your girl from Ransom? Yeah, we know all about that. Don't act like you're better than me," Lance snapped, panic filling his eyes when Steve reached for his gun. You didn't blame him. The situations weren't the same. "I can't give you a name! They'll kill me."

"They? Who are they?" Bucky demanded, pushing his chair back and gesturing for you to stand. He stood up after you, putting his body between you and Lance. Even though he was across the table, he was keeping you safe in case he tried anything. You also knew he was trying to deflect the attention away from Steve. "Answer. Me."

"Wait!" he pleaded, putting his hands up when your bodyguards grabbed his gun and took aim. "Don't shoot me. The girls are just for extra cash, but one of them is after your wife!"

All eyes were on you as the words echoed along the walls. "After me?" you asked.

Who would be dumb enough to go after me?

"He doesn't want to sell you. He wants to keep you. I heard one of the movers talk about it," Lance swallowed a little before he continued. "The guys are some kind of agents or ex-agents. CIA, FBI, I don't fucking know. This dude's obsessed from what I've heard."

You gripped Bucky's arm hard enough to make him glance back at you. "Is his name Nick?"

When the brunette refused to answer, Bucky gave one of the guards a single nod. You didn't wince when Lance got a hard punch to the mouth. You witnessed a lot worse. 

"Fuck!" Lance spit a bit of blood on the table. "Yes! His fucking name is Nick! Nick Fowler. Don't fucking hit me again!"

You closed your eyes, guilt and a bit of fear flooding you. Nick, your ex-boyfriend, was a crooked CIA agent. You admittedly had a thing for dangerous men, but the difference between Bucky and Nick was that your husband didn't enjoy hurting people. Nick, however, would kill anyone to get ahead. He was furious when you broke it off, but you got as far away from him as you could. You never expected to see or hear from him again. 

Did he target Bucky's girls because of me? Hurting me by hurting them?

"It's okay, doll," Bucky whispered. He knew all about your ex. You kept no secrets from your husband. "Nick hasn't been in the city. My men would have alerted me."

The unspoken threat of retaliation hung in the air, a warning to anyone who even thought of betraying him.

"He isn't here. He sent an 'associate'. Look, I got greedy. I'll stop poaching the girls. Just let me leave."

“Bucky,” you whispered, your nails grazing under his chin as you made him look at you. Touching him grounded you, too. “Did this man insult you?”

“He did.”

“Did he betray your trust?”

"He did," he repeated.

"Then do what you need to do," you told him.

I'll stand beside you.

“Lance, you gained a seat at this table and you repaid that favor by sticking your hand in my pocket. I can forgive that."

"I said-"

"You put innocent poor girls through hell for your own gain. I can't forgive that so easily."

Lance's jaw clenched when Steve pointed his gun at his head. 

"And you knew this man planned to go after my wife," the frost in Bucky's voice made you shiver. "I demand payment."

"G-Give me a few days and I'll get your money for all the girls you lost," Lance offered.

Bucky tilted his head a fraction. "You can pay your debt in blood."

Steve aimed lower and fired, the silencer masking the sound, before Lance screamed. Blood seeped through his fingers as he gripped his shoulder, getting paler by the second. "Fucker! I hope he gets your new fucktoy, too!"

He cried out again when the guards yanked him up to pull him from the room. You knew they'd take him to the basement. After that comment, Steve might pay a personal visit.

It was nice knowing you, Lance.

"Have Natasha check the club. Make sure the girls are safe. Get us an update on Nick. We need to know who he's been talking to and what his next move is. And get what you can out of Lance," Steve ordered, his tone leaving no room to argue as the men got to work. His girl didn't work at the club, but you knew he'd check on her to be on the safe side.

Bucky would've given the order himself, but he was too preoccupied with you. The news frightened you more than you cared to admit. "I won't let him get you, doll. You hear me?" he asked, gripping your chin so you'd look into his eyes.

Where there used to be ice, there was fire.

"I hear you and I trust you," you whispered before he kissed you, the wedding band against your skin a reminder that you weren't alone. 

The queen to his king.

No one, outside of Bucky's closest friend, ever put as much faith in him as you did. While he may have been a wolf to some, you were never his prey. You'd hunt beside him. 

Even when Nick would try to take you away.

Let him try. Because if he lays a finger on me, Bucky will burn his world to the ground.

*****

Hope to share more soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat writes #bucky barnes x reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes #mob!bucky barnes #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you

[elvisabutler]

#15 Fluff prompt with army! Elvis where you know he’s been seeing other girls and you just met him but he actually really adores you/makes time for you. Kinda took inspiration from the Anita phone call where he’s nagging her about calling, this is different, he wants her to visit and call.

called ya, didn't i?

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t for some implications but again pretty tame pairing: elvis presley x female plus sized reader word count: 1249 warnings: mentions of elvis and his ladies' man ways. mentions of the reader deciding men are trash. minor insecurity on the reader's part, nothing too woe is me, more practical than anything else. reader is of age ( i mention her daddy so it needs to be said. ). author’s note: thank you for this anon! this was adorable and after the- smut army elvis prompt i got i discovered he's actually quite fun to write. hope you enjoy this! this is done for my 1k gala, based on fluff line “just call me whenever you like.” y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard.

If there's one thing, and one thing only that your parents have taught you, it's not to be stupid around boys. It's to know that most boys are stupid and don't have your best interests at heart, instead they have their own interests at heart and are slaves to their own desires. Army boys- be it the ones you've grown up with on bases in various places or the ones who've been shipped off to fight in wars or to just be a peacekeeping force- are ten times worse. Something about the fact that they know they can be shipped away at any time makes them practically caustic with other people's feelings and hearts. No, you know better than to fall for an army boy.

Or at least, perhaps you you did. You thought you knew better and then Elvis Presley came strolling into your life and you- oh, you feel that God has to be mocking you. He has to be mocking you because there's no way Elvis Presley would show interest in you. You're confident enough in your figure, it errs a little too much in the rotund direction for some but you like it just fine. Figure that whoever you want to be with would do the same, tell you how much they enjoy the plushness of your stomach and of your various parts. You know the type Elvis goes for, however, and you- oh you- are most definitely not it.

Yet, here was Elvis sending you letters and finding out your phone number from other people because you're so charming every time he talks to you. He never gets to talk for long, someone always pulling him every which way but it's fine, you think. It's fine because he's got all those other girls, the nice refined girls who look good in the papers and even the ones that just look good, even if no one but you and half the base know about them. No, it's better this way, better that you don't call him and you just leave him be to the other girls. Leave him to charm them like he kind of charmed you.

Except Elvis keeps making time for you. He keeps pushing aside whatever girl he has on his arm at any given function to come and say hello to you. It's not unwelcome but it's strange, it's strange to see Elvis Presley making time for you. It's even stranger still that one night he asks you on a date. A date your mind tells you that you should accept, you shouldn't accept because he's going to inevitably toss you aside like you just watched him toss the other girls aside. It's a date you do accept though, one that's filled with dancing a little silly till the slow songs start and he's twirling you as if it's the most natural thing in the world. It's a date filled with so much joy you almost forget it has to end until Elvis is on your doorstep placing a chaste kiss to your cheek.

"Gonna let me take ya out tomorrow night?" He murmurs, his hands against you cheeks, his thumbs rubbing them slightly. "Please, darlin'."

You agree and your life becomes a whirlwind of dates and phone calls and Elvis getting sent to Paris where you know he's got another girl so you don't call. You don't call for over a week until Elvis calls first. Your instinct is to remain sweet and charming because even if he's got another girl probably in the next room over but you can't help the way you pout just a little.

"Why are you calling me? Don't you have a pretty French girl to kiss and spend your time with?" The hurt seeps into your tone despite everything. You knew better and yet- yet you thought maybe this was different. "I didn't call you for a reason, 'Vis."

There's a silence on the other end of the phone call before you hear a muffled curse before he groans. "Baby, I ain't got any French gal. I got you, but no French gal looking to be mine." He pauses. "Ya really think I ain't- Baby I'm mad as hell ya ain't here wit' me. Why would I- That's why ya haven't been callin' me? Ya think I got someone else?"

It's your turn to be quiet on your end of the line as you listen to his breathing and hear a slight huff of a laugh leave him before you answer. "Well what am I supposed to think? I know how you are and how girls are and how I'm cute and pretty but not your-"

He cuts you off. "Not what I go for? Darlin'- now I want ya t'listen. I jus' call me whenever ya like. I wanna hear ya voice, wanna hear 'bout ya day. Wanna get to know ya real well. Thought I made that pretty clear 'fore we went to Paris but I'm guessin' I didn't now."

"Oh Elvis." Those are the only two words that cross your mind at the admission and you're struck by a faint rush of embarrasment that you had read the situation so wrong, that you had allowed your judgment to be a little clouded when it came to him just because he was Elvis and just because he was a boy in the Army. It makes your heart twist a little before you finally gain up the courage to speak again. "You really mean it? You aren't teasing, are you? I know you do that too and I don't think I could handle you doing that to me. It'd be real mean."

"Baby. My mama'd- God rest her soul- she'd ask God to smite me if I lied about this. No lyin' I want to get to know ya better 'fore my tour's over. 'Fore they send me back home. If I get to know ya and we like- we enjoy each other more, ya can come home wit' me. Already want ya to visit me more often. Wanna see ya. Hear ya."

A laugh leaves you, a soft little thing that Elvis thinks is something a little bird might sing before you speak. "I- Okay. Alright. I'll- I'll call tomorrow night, how about that? Because I got to sleep, Elvis. And we'll talk and I'll see if my daddy can help me see you."

You can hear the relief and the smile in Elvis's voice when he answers you. "You better. And- I know you're a good girl, I do, but I wanna kiss ya on the lips sometime soon. Can we-"

"Maybe. Play- Play your cards right, Elvis. I'm not so easily swayed you know." You answer is a little cheeky and earns a loud bellowing laugh from him in response.

"Best answer I'll get from ya. Alright." He pauses and hears someone yelling for him before he curses yet again. "Listen. You 'member. Tomorrow night. Gonna be right by the phone waitin' for ya."

He has to hang up before he gets confirmation from you. But the phone call he gets the next night and the night after that and the one after that might just be enough of one. Enough of one to take you on another date when he sees you and one that ends with a proper kiss. And perhaps it's just maybe enough of a confirmation to talk about taking you back to Memphis with him.

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[moonlight-prose]

𝑭𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏🌙

a/n: i had no clue what to do for the follower celebration because i have so many requests sitting in my inbox already from sleepovers. but i decided why not do something fun! first a quick note down below because i'm fucking emotional.

a massive thank you to those who read my works and like them and decided you liked them enough to follow. when i started writing on tumblr way back in 2020 i didn't think i'd hit this point. you guys are amazing and i'm very happy to have my little corner of the internet to spend time hanging out with y'all.

𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 1/27 - 2/10

i've created a list of favorite lines from shows, songs, and movies. but the twist is...you get to use the prompt! for whatever you want. moodboard, fics, art, however you want to use it. i've picked my own but i haven't added it to the list. i hope you decide to join by all means no pressure!

when you've decided what you want then just shoot me an ask and i'll cross out the line! also feel free to write it with whoever you want but please tag me so i can reblog/boost it here!

“You want me to make you some coffee?”

“You know me better than anyone. you always have.”

“I...want to lie here.”

“I know who I am when I'm alone. I'm something else when I see you.”

“I’ve known the warmth of your doorways. Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you.”

“Honey please, try to love me. My love will never die.”

“Nothing fucks with my baby.”

“I’d suffer hell if you’d tell me what you’d do to me tonight.”

“We could die here. It's an option. it's not my choice, but it's an option.”

“If you need a second chance you can take mine.”

“Come and kiss me and let’s forget.”

“Wouldn't it be awful if we fell in love again?”

“You’ve fallen for me — completely. you’ve got me in your dreams.”

“I wanted it to be you, I wanted it to be you so badly.”

"To me. You are perfect."

𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 1/27 - 2/2

if you don't wish to participate in the writing challenge, then this one is for you! below are a few fun games i have done before with sleepovers and some new ones. this will close earlier than the challenge, but feel free to send in however many you want!

🥀cym! send me a concept and i'll cast my beloved mutuals in a role.

🌙moodboard! drop a character + theme (and or au) in the inbox and i'll make you a moodboard.

🍷personal moodboard. mutuals if you would like a cute moodboard of vibes then let me know!

🚬send me a character + vibe and i'll make a mini playlist. (mutuals if you want one based on you i'll be happy to do that!)

💌 headcannons/drabbles! hop in to talk characters and concepts and whatever else you want!

#follower celebration🌙 #i'm a bit nervous about this #i've never done a writing challenge #so it's nerve-wracking

[treatbuckywkisses]

Blood Sweat and Tears

Boxer!Bucky × Reader

Summary: In which Bucky has a questionable hobby

Warnings: 18+ (it's my blog so fuck off that's why) Cursing

Word Count: 984 (i can only write so much you guys)

A/N: okayyy this has been sitting with me for the absolute longest time ever! it's currently after 1am here, and ive been completely mia for way too long, sooo I'm deciding to post this right now😭 there is no way in hell I could be doing any of this without any of my sweet friends on here but I want to especially shout out @sweetdreamsbuck and @writing-for-marvel for inspiring me and encouraging me through this🥹 i love you guys so much and I can never thank you enough for all you've done for me since i joined this place<3 (yall already know the moodboard was made by me)

God you hate time. You hate looking at the clock, what feels like every five minutes, only to find it's been maybe two at the most. Especially on days like today; the days Bucky fought.

Bucky.

Your stomach aches thinking about him being in the ring later.

He is such an incredible boxer, one of the best in the city actually. But that knowledge did very little to ease your nerves about his hobby.

You've seen what he can do, and you love watching him practice. The way every muscle in his body flexes when he throws a hit, sweat running down every inch and crevice, flying off him like rain drops. The sounds he makes when he lifts weights and the pants he lets out when he hits a punching bag—everything about it - about him is mesmerizing.

You loved it just as much as you hated it. You knew Bucky could handle himself, especially in the ring, but you worried anyway. You always worry. Anything could happen up there and you couldn't stand the thought of him being seriously injured. Your over-thinking got the better of you and nothing could make you feel better. Nothing except seeing him yourself after the fight.

Most fight days, you're torn–constant anxiety looming over you. You think only the worst first, every little (and not so little) way he could be hurt. The bad outcomes are endless if you really let yourself think about them. Bucky never lets you get too far down that rabbit hole though, always reminding you he loves what he does and that helps him to be the best.

Interrupting your thoughts, Bucky starts coming down a hallway–which you know leads to the locker room. Where he's been hiding and getting himself ready for tonight; doing some warm-ups and wrapping his knuckles, and whatever else his pre-fight routine entails.

When he steps in the light of the gym people immediately start to cheer for him and he breaks out in a grin, his nose scrunching up in the most adorable way, raising his gloved fist in the air.

He really does love this. And you'd never underestimate how much he does again. You only had the one time, you were just upset really, but after a broken nose, mild concussion and many scrapes and bruises, you'd say you were allowed to be. Even after all that you'll never forget what he had told you when you asked him why he chooses to do this to himself.

"Well.. I like it. I like the way it makes me feel, you know? It's freeing in a sense, like how some people meditate? When I'm up there, it's like nothing out of that ring matters just for a moment, and I don't have anything to worry or think about. It's just me, and it feels good. It's exhilarating. It's like this good insane feeling I can't really describe, but I love it. I can't imagine not doing it." He spoke with so much emotion that you almost forgot about his many injuries that night.

You can't help but smile at the sight of him, no matter how many times you see his introduction. He's wearing his robe, a livid blue-gray color with 'Barnes' in black across his upper back. It's a shiny material–not a glittery one, and he's got his hood up on his head.

He hoists himself up on the platform and splits some of the ropes to duck between and step over, and finally he's on the canvas mat.

His hood is off now and you can tell he's scanning the room for you. A smile of endearment is on your face and it only grows bigger when he finds you and shoots you a wink.

Buckys opponent for todays match enters as he did previously. Once they're introduced to the gym, they bump gloved fists for a show of good sportsmanship before they start.

When Bucky's up on the platform he’s the only thing in the world that matters. Your eyes never leave him for a moment. He's enchanting.

Once the fight begins though, a slight grimace stays on your face. Your brows are furrowed and your lips are parted the smallest bit, hands grasping and fidgeting with his dog tags that dangle from around your neck. You wear them for Bucky on fight days, "safe keeping," he said once.

When he fights, you don't watch quite the same way as when he's practicing. Your focus is on holding your breath every time a hit is thrown his way. It's a sigh of relief when he dodges or blocks but a distressed sigh when he takes the hit with all the force it's been given to him.

Bucky is damn good at what he does but you can't help but fret. You're not always sitting but you're at the edge of your seat for the whole match watching Bucky and whoever he's fighting dance around the ring. You can never tell how long the matches last, supposedly it's different each fight with each opponent, but to you they were all the same.

You felt like time wasn't moving and like it was speeding around you at the same time. This could be torture if Bucky didn't look so good. Truthfully though, sometimes you didn't even pay attention. You only found yourself thinking about what nasty cuts you'd be cleaning up and how many bruises he would have later, staining his skin for weeks at a time.

You shiver at your own thoughts and blink your focus back on Bucky in time to see him land a punch on his opponent. A soft smile makes its way onto your face as you admire the pure and genuine excitement on Bucky’s beautiful face when he's announced the winner of the match. And come on, how could you argue with that?

He makes the worry worth it.

#fayth writes? #fayths moodboard #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #boxer!bucky #kisses if u see this

[y-vna]

hi lovelies! Final results for #shortcake : the event is in!

I had soooo much fun making this event im so glad you guys liked it! I loved all the mood boards a lot, please don't be discouraged if you didnt get picked. I'll probably host another event at 300 (and we're already at 240!) but more creative, so you always have more chances :33

if you don't dm me to claim your prizes, I'm not responsible for remembering to give you your rewards. (Scroll to the end for prizes)

anyway the winners areeee:

( i tagged all the mbs and then like only two of the links saved and im lazy to do it all again cuz its a lot..aorwy TvT)

1st place

🍒 : @p-oisn 's ADORABLE Cherry Jam and Rei moodboard!! OKAY, LISTEN TO ME GUYS BEFORE YOU THINK: "But Ari, this is clearly rigged! You cant pick your pookies first just cuz u wanna!" I swear this is all fair play, JUST. LOOK. AT. THE. MOODBOARD. LIKE OMGG ARE YOU FRRR?? ITS SO FRIGIN GOOD!!!!!!! icons match great, everything looks cohesive, and for a strawberry shortcake event, the dark theme stood out in a good way! Still matched the theme, met my expectations and exceeded it even, and overall deserves the win <33

🍑 : @dollries 's little appricot and chaewon mb! I'm so fr, the color and vibe are everything squeeeaaaal! Matches perfectly, the hues are literally in sync, I love this one a lot :3

🍨 : @wcnbear 's cute suzette crepe and yena moodboard! I immediately fell in love! Maybe I'm just a sucker for pink, but the cute sweet vibe i got and the icons fitting together like puzzle pieces making a pretty picture. I heart this mb fr.

2nd place (THESE 2ND PLACE MBS ARE SO CUTE IM FRFR THEY WERE SOOO CLOSE TO 1ST! )

🍎 : @bellelovesyou 's super cute apple dumpling and rei moodboard! Fits adorable together, really honored the theme and made everything work. I admire how the icons were all made to look more pleasant overall!

🫐 : @c-hance 's Blueberry muffin and sakura moodboard! The gif is saur cutieee!! The concept is adorbs. the color of the blue was pretty and consistent, and I loved it :)

❄️ : @jenfaery 's frosty puff and chaewon moodboard! The icons were so 5 the striking blue to match frosty puff's color scheme, combined with the elegant white reminded me of the cold weather outside now and I could feel the season winter in this moodboard :>

3rd place

🍇 : @19kisoir 's giselle and sour grapes moodboard! The purple is stunning, the Taylor swift lyrics made me dizzy on the groundsd!!! Yeah, super cute!

🌱 : @lovveons 's coco calypso and chuu moodboard! The messy aesthetic was done nicely, some subtle green, smart use of colors! There's nothing else to say besides that, it's pretty!!

🌸 : @sakkurify 's hayoung and cherry cutter moodboard! I can clearly see the effort put into this! Cute, not overcrowded or empty. Pleasant to look at, and fits the theme well!

STANDOUT HONORABLE MENTIONS: @jaes1lvr @yuqi-luv @mxlly143 @i0hyein ALL DID AMAZUNG FR EVERYONE DID GREAT :33

1st place:

70 reblogs, follow back, 2 moodboards from me, 2 gifs, or/and headers from me if you choose.

2nd place:

50 reblogs, follow back, 1 mb, a gif, and/or header from me if you choose

3rd place:

30 reblogs, follow back, 1 mb, one gif OR one header if you choose

Honorable mentions:

Fllw back, disclose blog, 20 reblogs

Participants:

5 reblogs

I'll make better prizes next event, and hopefully I can finish all the reblogs and stuff in about a week or so. Tysm all for joining ilyasm <33

#shortcake : the event #y-vna signing out #for now... #tysm to all who joined honestly i love you all so so much

[mooodyblue]

loving you | little!elvis x reader

read part one • moodboard

summary: when elvis accidentally regresses for the first time on set one day, you come to the rescue. (originally requested by @kiankiwi)

warnings: little space

wc: 2.1k

a/n: how we went from 800 words to 2k is beyond me. enjoy 🩷

masterlist

after elvis calmed down a little, the two of you returned on set, not speaking a word of what had happened in the trailer.

elvis was still slightly shaky as he wandered back to wardrobe to get his hair fixed and that gel stain out of his pants. just as you said, he didn't get yelled at. now he just needed to get his lines in his head and finish this scene.

you couldn't take your eyes off of elvis, watching his every move. you got nervous whenever you didn't see him. anytime you saw someone go up to him to tell him he was saying or doing something wrong, you could see the sadness in his eyes and all you wanted to do was go up to him and tell him how good he was doing.

once filming was done for the day, you nervously went back to his trailer. you scanned the area to see if anyone was around before knocking, just to be safe.

elvis opened the door, blushing when he saw it was you. "oh."

"hi elvis. i just wanted to check on you." you gave him a warm smile.

"um...yeah. i-i'm fine." he looked more comfortable. his hair freshly damp from a shower, dressed in a more loose-fitting outfit. "c-can you not..uh....tell anyone about....y'know, all that."

"i would never." you frowned. "don't feel embarrassed about it either."

"oh jeez....." he sighed. "i'm humiliated. i-i ain't ever felt like that in my whole life. i don't know what happened." he looked down at his feet, feeling his cheeks get warm as he replayed that moment in his head. he couldn't remember much of it, but he just remembers coming out of it confused and frustrated at himself for getting behind schedule.

you stepped a little closer, taking his hand. "do you wanna talk about it?"

there was something comforting about your touch, the feeling of your cold hand in his. it almost made him get that same feeling again. he hesitated for a moment, "okay."

he let you in the small trailer, shutting the door and fidgeting with his hands as he followed and sat beside you. you sat in silence for a moment, unsure of how exact to bring it up without making it sound so crude. you didn't want him thinking you were judging him, just a better understanding of it all.

you finally broke the silence. "what did it feel like? do you remember any of it?"

twiddling with his thumbs, he shrugged his shoulders and refused to look at you. “i-i dunno, it was just…i-it felt nice. real nice, actually.”

there was a lot more to elvis than just playing music and making movies. behind the cool, dreamy boy that all the girls love is just a shy, anxious and tired boy who just wants a break. this was only his second movie, why was he already so tired, especially at just twenty two? he wished for a role that didn’t involve him singing in silly costumes all day and for something that would have people take him more seriously, he felt slightly foolish after performing in the tight-red cowboy suit.

he also had to deal with his mama back at home constantly worried sick about his well-being, hating that he's away for a long time once again. but he was also worried about her. before leaving to los angeles, he'd left his daddy to find a new home for him and his family after gladys struggled with the neighbors from their current home. he missed the love and contact she would give him after a long day, the phone calls every night just weren't enough. maybe he'd rent a place nearby for her and daddy to come stay, to keep him company. he yearned for the comfort his mama gave him.

oh, how his mama was so proud of him. despite how worried she got while he was away, she was proud of what he'd accomplished so far in his career. to her, elvis was still her little boy. she prayed every night and day for god to watch over her only child, her precious boy. one day he was watching over her while daddy was in jail and then the next he's making films and performing in front of hundreds of screaming girls. as much as she was concerned about the fans constantly outside his door, there was much more concern about that manager of his. she had a bad feeling about him since the day elvis signed that contract.

elvis always spoke fondly of his mama to the crew on set. his eyes would light up as he brought up how close they are and that she knew him better than anyone else.

maybe that was the problem. maybe it was the stress of not having his mama around and having too much on his mind. her worrying makes him worry too, he just hopes she’s taking care of herself.

however, the moment he shared with you much earlier in the day was something he hadn't felt in such a long time. that feeling of being taken care of that he missed so dearly.

elvis was always one to take care of others, especially at such a young age. his mama took good care of him, but most of the time it was him trying to watch over her and his own family. now with the fame and fortune, he felt it was his responsibility to continue to take care of them in more ways than one.

it was almost as if he craved being taken care of, to be the version of himself that didn't have to worry or care about anything.

that's how it felt when you came into the room. it was all coming back to him. “fuzzy.” he suddenly blurted out.

“fuzzy?” you cocked an eyebrow.

“heads fuzzy.” he mumbled.

you didn't really know what that meant. elvis ran a hand through his hair and let out a sigh, “j-just like before. ‘s all fuzzy.”

“is there something i can do?” you asked, placing a hand on his knee. he flinched slightly, giving you a concerned look. the look in his eyes said it all, the same glimmer he had earlier when you found him all alone in his dressing room.

“jus’ miss my mama.” he grabbed hold of the pillows next to him, hugging it and bringing it to his chest.

elvis sniffled in front of you, wiping his eyes with the back of his sleeve. “do you want me to call her?”

he shook his head. “she's gonna be worried about me n’ then ‘m gonna be worried about her.”

“oh.” you nodded. it was awkward just sitting there while elvis silently sobbed silently into the pillow, like a lost little boy. the personality of the man in front of you had changed up so fast, it was as if he had regressed to a younger version of himself. unless….that's exactly what it was. “can i ask you a really silly question?”

he moved his eyes to yours, listening carefully.

you turned to him, tucking your leg underneath you. “how old are you?”

elvis stared blankly at you, unsure of how to really answer. he looked down at his hands and silently counted at his fingers, holding up one hand. “this many.”

there was no way to tell if elvis was playing a joke on you or if he was serious, you'd never seen anything like this before. you didn't really know much about elvis in the first place, aside from the fact that he's literally elvis presley. he was kind to all of the crew, even you. you weren't sure of anything going on in his personal life either, wondering if this was a breakdown or a way of coping. deciding to go along with it, you gave him a warm smile. “how can i make you more comfortable?”

he shrugged, arms still clutched around the pillow. considering he wasn't aware of what was going on with himself, he didn't have anything to help him with whatever headspace he was currently in. no stuffies, sippy cups, toys or just anything. just him and his emotional support pillow.

“i may have an idea. will you be okay if i left you alone for just a few minutes?” he looked at you with sad eyes, not wanting you to go but nodding in response. the sadness he felt when you left was eating him alive, meeting that awful feeling of being alone once again. it was okay if you didn't come back. he understood if you wanted to tell everyone he was having some sort of breakdown back in his trailer, to have people laugh at him like they once did when he was on television performing. it's okay, he gets it, he's used to it.

but you did come back. like a puppy, his ears perked up at the sound of the door closing, the scent you were wearing filling up the room again. “y-you c-came back?” he stammered, a small smile on his face.

“i did. i said i’d come back, didn't i? and i brought you a few things.” you grinned, crouching in front of him with a small bag in your hand. you pulled out one of the teddy bears from the set, replacing the pillow with the plushed bear. “i stole this so don't tell anyone, okay?” elvis grinned from ear to ear, hugging the bear tightly and petting at the soft fur. he was feeling better already. you then pulled out a small juice box and a small packet of crackers, handing them to him before taking a seat. “okay?”

he nodded happily, “thank you.” he muttered as he attempted to poke the straw through the juice box, grunting and getting frustrated when he missed the small hole where the straw goes.

“here-” you took the box and straw from him, stabbing it and adjusting the straw, bringing it to his lips. “it’s kinda tricky, even i can't get it sometimes.” you chuckled. he took a drink from it then took the box back from you, mumbling another thank you. such a polite boy, his mama taught him well.

you went ahead and opened the small packet of crackers for him, handing it back and rubbing his back softly as he let out a small yawn. “long day.” you said softly, “i know you're tired.”

“are you gonna leave again?”

he hated being alone, but more specifically he just didn't want you to go. he trusted you more than anyone. the way you took care of him reminded him of his own mama and it was just what he needed. “please don't go. please? d-don’ leave elvie alone.” he begged.

it broke your heart seeing him that way. it reminded you of just earlier when he was in the same position except curled up in the corner. “i’ll stay with you tonight.” you reassured. “don't worry, i won't leave you. let's get some sleep and we'll talk about this in the morning, sound good?”

he finished off his juice and crackers before standing up, the bear tucked under his arm. elvis really did look like a little boy with his matching pajama set and hair hanging slightly over his eyes, the teddy bear adding to it. “thank you, momma.”

your eyes widened at the name, not expecting it. “n-no, no! ‘m sorry! d-didn’ mean to! don’ think ‘m weird now ‘n leave, please. i-i won't say it again. please-”

“elvis.” you held both his hands, “it's okay, breathe. i’m not leaving. just..caught me a little off guard that's all. you do what you have to do to make yourself comfortable, we’ll talk about it over breakfast.” you smiled, giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

“‘m sorry.” he mumbled.

you shook your head, patting his back and taking him to his bed to tuck him in. “no more apologizing. okay?”

“okay.” he sighed. “are you gonna sleep w’ elvie too?”

“oh, um.” you looked behind you at the couch then back at him. “i was going to sleep on the couch but-”

he made grabby hands at you, obviously expecting you to get under the covers with him. “please?”

“well….” you thought for a minute, looking at him with a pout on his face. “alright, you got me. let me go wash up and i'll come lay with you.”

“be quick.” he said, clutching the bear to his chest again as he snuggled under the sheets.

with only a couple days left on set, you could only hope elvis would up to talking about this the next day.

#elvis x reader

[park-jimin-isnt-real]

𝓪 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓾𝓽𝓮𝓼

♡ pairing: jin x reader (crushes) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: fluff, crack ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~1.3k ♡ track: Six Feet Under the Stars ~ All Time Low: “Meet me on Thames Street, I’ll take you out though I’m hardly worth your time. In the cold you look so fierce but I’m warm enough because this tension’s like a fire. We’ll head to South Broadway in a matter of minutes and like a bad movie, I’ll drop a line and fall in the grave I’ve been digging myself, but there’s room for two six feet under the stars.”

♡ summary: Jungkook and Taehyung accidentally-on-purpose spill one of Jin's secrets. Luckily, it's a secret you had, too.

♡ an: this is for @mirahuyooo my beloved darling moodboard maker (she made all the banners you're going to be seeing). i told her i would post hers first so here it is!! enjoy!! 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

You lifted the box up to the shelf, only slightly struggling with it. Mr. Yun had graciously given you and your other coworker, Jin, the night off to celebrate the Summer Festival, so the sooner you got your work done the sooner you could leave.

Mr. Yun was a kind old man with a small business that he hired extra help for over the summer. This was your fourth year working for him, and third year working with Jin. It was a great way to make some extra money while you weren't in school. And the year Jin came around just made the whole experience better.

Jin was so much fun to work with. He was only a couple years older than you, and he was constantly cracking the worst jokes that always made you laugh, no matter how hard you tried not to. You still remembered the one he told you after he introduced himself.

"Do you know what color hamburgers are?" he asked you, barely holding back laughter with the slyest shit-eating grin you'd ever seen.

"Um, brown, mostly?" you answered, very unsure where this question was about to lead.

"No," he squeaked out, "they're burger-ndy!" Jin bust into laughter at the joke, but it took you a moment to connect the dots before the most unattractive snort escaped you. It was such a stupid joke, it shouldn't have made you laugh, but in trying to hold the laugh back you did that.

You had instantly thought that Jin was attractive, but shoved that thought down as soon as it had arrived. First, you were both here to work, and second, with a face like that he was probably already taken. Still, you had wanted to make a good impression, not… that.

But over the years, despite your attempts to squash any and all romantic feelings you had for him, they had only grown as you got to know him better, as you met his friends, as you hung out with him outside of work. Eventually you learned he wasn't taken, but you still didn't let yourself hope. There was no way he liked you back.

"You got that?" his voice shook you from your thoughts, and you looked over to see Jin (with his now light pink hair that you adored a little too much) gesturing towards the box.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," you responded as you pushed it into place. "Just trying to get finished so I can get ready for tonight."

"I'm glad you're excited," Jin smiled. "I used my undeniable charm to convince Mr. Yun to let us go tonight." That got an eye roll from you.

"Sure, Jan." That was something you had picked up from Jungkook, the youngest member of their friend group who had the most sibling-like sibling relationship with Jin. The kid was a brat, but he was an adorable one, and he was always sweet to you.

Jin groaned. "Don't encourage the brat by repeating the things he says."

"But Jungkook is funny."

The gasp he let out was overdramatic on purpose, and you giggled. You thoroughly enjoyed teasing him about his jokes (really, Jungkook was just a bad influence on you). "Brats, the both of you!" He turned away, but you caught the hint of a smile on his face. "That's it, I'm telling Mr. Yun you offered to stay here by yourself tonight!"

"No no no no!!" You reached out for his hand to keep him from getting too far away. "No, Jin, don't, I'm sorry! You're way funnier than Jungkook!"

"You promise?"

"Yes! Please, I really wanna go tonight." You added a pout, something you learned from Jimin. Jin rolled his eyes, but acquiesced.

"You really picked up all the worst habits from my friends." He exhaled. "Come on, I'm nearly done with my section, and it looks like you are too."

You dropped his hand and the two of you returned to working in comfortable silence. After a few more minutes of work, you were both finished and you began locking up. Jin waited for you just outside the front, and you heard the tell-tale laughter of two trouble-makers.

"Jin-hyung!"

"Y/N-noona!"

You glanced over your shoulder to see Jungkook and Taehyung bounding towards you two. "Hey guys," you greeted in return as you finished.

"Noona, are you excited for your date with Jin-hyung tonight?" Jungkook asked, a mischievous smile lighting his face. You nearly dropped the store keys, looking between the giddy maknae and Jin's own shocked face.

"Um… what?"

"Jungkook—"

"Yeah, Noona," Taehyung added with a matching smile, "you're ready to go, right?"

"Taehyung!"

"Jin, what are they talking about?" you whisper-yelled to him, very confused.

He gave you a very pretty but very unconvincing smile. "Nothing, just ignore them, they're just being brats." Jin turned back to the boys with a look that said they were going to get killed later.

Jungkook wasn't phased and leveled the elder with a look of his own. "Hyung, have you seriously not asked her yet?"

Jin sighed. "I was getting there until you two terrors showed up!"

You looked between the three bickering friends and took a tentative step back. Jungkook mentioned the word date and both he and Taehyung seemed very insistent that Jin was supposed to ask you on one. But Jin didn't like you like that.

"Hey, Jin?" You finally spoke up, catching all of their attention. "I know we were all planning on hanging out tonight but were you going for something different?"

"It's now or never, hyung," Taehyung smiled, patting Jin's shoulder.

"Fighting!" Jungkook added.

"Would you two get out of here?" Jin lightly pushed them away, and they easily went, offering you a small goodbye and a promise to see you later at the festival.

Once they were both far enough away, Jin smiled at you softly, his face red. "I'm so sorry about them, I don't know what possessed them to do that." You simply nodded and waited for him to continue, to answer your question.

There was a long moment of silence where you two just looked at each other. You wondered what he was thinking about as he met your eyes. Was he thinking about how to let you down easy?

Maybe you shouldn't have asked him if he wanted more for tonight. Maybe you can hang out with Jungkook and Taehyung tonight instead of Jin.

"Listen—"

"Do you like raisins?" Jin asked over what was going to be your poor attempt to backtrack. The question came out of nowhere, and honestly, the past ten minutes were giving you whiplash.

"What?"

"Raisins, you know, the little dried-up grapes. Do you like them?"

Slowly, you shook your head. There was a small niggling feeling in the back of your mind that said this was some kind of set-up for another one of his jokes, but you weren't sure where it was going.

"Okay, so, how would you feel about a date?"

Jin had that smile on his face, the one where he was waiting for you to get the joke, but there was also a hopeful gleam in his eyes like this was more than just a joke.

You took a deep breath, trying to quell the laughter from the pun. "Jin, is this seriously how you're asking me out?"

"Did you really expect anything different from me?"

You let out a small giggle at the ridiculousness of the whole thing. "That's a bad joke," you managed.

"But the date will be amazing, I can promise you that." He added a wink that had you blushing as hard as he was. "I'll meet you later tonight?"

You nodded quickly. "Yeah, I'd really love that." You looked away and brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. Jin waved goodbye with one last smile and ran off to catch up with the younger boys. You started on your way home to get ready for the date you never thought you'd get.

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[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist. 14 (Daniel Ricciardo)

I fucked it. A bad move ends the perfect weekend too soon.

MASTERLIST. Moodboard and Playlist.

Previous part: Lavender Girl.

Note: when I asked what did you think that would happen on this chapter only 1 person got close to it. But yeah, you all have good ideas, I would have choose them if this wasn't already planned.

Warning: panic attack.

"Do you want to stay for dinner?" I whispered as I looked at him. Parked in front of the shop, we had been talking about the weekend for a long half an hour. I didn't want it to end that soon.

We had left Michael and Blake at home, as they had come with us. Danny had insisted on leaving them there first and then Blake joked about ho he wanted some alone time.

"Do you want me to stay?" He asked smiling. He was so handsome, it's wasn't fair.

"Of course. I don't have much, but maybe we can find a pizza on the freezer" I said grabbing his hand.

"Sounds really good"

"Let's go then"

Being quite the gentleman, Daniel helped me with my luggage, following me upstairs and being so much agile than the first time he came here. I sighed remembering that, the story he told me on Friday still raw on my mind.

"Welcome"

"You have the prettiest house. It's so cozy and cute" He giggled.

It made me smile.

"Choose any vinyl you want" I said pointing at them. "Do you mind if I change? You can take your shoes off. Get comfortable"

He nodded.

"Go. I'll be here"

It took me longer than expected to get changed. I needed some time of silence, being alone in my room and breathing deeply. The weekend had been awesome. I had forgotten about everything. I had enjoyed like a little kid and could feel how close Danny and I had gotten. We had kissed, we had danced and sang together, we had shared a bed, we had done so many new things together. So many thing you would do with your partner and I had loved every single one of them. On those moments, I tried to not think much about it. Mainly because I suspected that Daniel had started to learn how to read my emotions. Now it felt more real. The insecurity was back.

He was on my living room, shoesless and waiting for me to have dinner and it felt domestic. It felt like something that will definitely should happen. That was meant to happen.

As I went outside and found him walking around the living room, the nerves settled on my stomach. We were completely alone now.

"Hey, I forgot to tell you. I got this for Charlotte" He had a little packet on his hand.

"What?"

"The magnet."

"Shit. I forgot."

"But I remembered. So no problem"

Stupid and adorable, Danny. Always cute and perfect.

"Thank you so much..." I walked to him and took the little paper thing. I opened. It was a little Red Rocks magnet.

"I bought it on the gas station. But when I came out you were talking to Blake and Mike and I forgot completely." He had the softest smile on his face and looked tired as hell. Today the four of us had taken turns on driving, but after the long weekend it was obvious we were all exhausted.

"Thank you very much, really. I don't know how you did it, but she adores you so much. It's insane"

He smiled and cupped my face. He leaned and kissed me slowly. I didn't even know why he did it. But it felt so good. When he pulled back, he was smiling.

"Does she approve me?"

I swallowed.

"She even insists"

He laughed and kissed my forehead. My stomach grumbled.

"Oh fuck."

"Let's eat, pretty girl"

I blushed like crazy and ranaway to the kitchen. He obviously followed me.

We put the pizza on the oven and I sat on the counter. He was sitting in front of me on one chair.

"When is your birthday?"

"Oh" I never thought about telling him. "Second of September."

He smiled.

"Noted"

"Are you gonna buy a gift?"

"A cute houseplant. One easy to take care of. You know, for starters."

We both laughed. The house was like a jungle.

"I'm not sure I can do it" I joked.

He laughed.

"Yeah. I better buy a plastic one".

We shared a long look.

"You had a good weekend, right?"

"It was perfect"

"And today wasn't too much?"

"Nop. I like your friends. They are nice guys."

The second road trip with Blake and Mike sitting on the back of the pink car had been so funny. The three of them were opposites but shared so many things in common. It had been Danny who introduced them and it made sense.

"Chloe asked me for your number."

"Oh fuck, I told her I would give it to her" I said clasping my hand on my mouth.

"She is nice, right?"

"She is. And Scotty is so much like you. It makes a lot of sense now. When you told me how good friends you are... I understand now. And Corey is super nice. Your friends ar good people"

"Our friends. You know that now they are your friends too"

I smiled and looked down at feet.

He got up and walked to me. Softly, he grabbed my knees and pushed my legs apart. He stand between them and I felt I was choking on the air.

I thought he would kiss me, he would start something else, but he did not. He only pressed his forehead on mine and I almost melt.

"You are cute" It spilled out of my mouth, but his giggle made me smile.

"Thank you, lady. So are you"

We stayed like that for long minutes, only breaking apart with the oven ringing.

Daniel let me jump off the counter. I opened the oven and got the pizza ready.

I set it on the table and Danny sat close to me, out knees were touching. The silence was peaceful and warm. It felt good to be just us.

"This pizza is huge." I groaned when we haven't even eaten the half of it.

"Pizza for breakfast is the best breakfast you can get"

"Does Michael agree?"

"No he doesn't."

We laughed together and I felt happy.

"I can't have more. I'm full. I always have to leave the other half frozen or in the fridge. I haven't eaten a full pizza in my whole life." I said after taking a sip of water. "It's like they only make pizza for couples. Or for married old people with a 30 something years old son that barely leaves his room"

"Well, if that's the problem I wouldn't mind to be your boyfriend"

I gasped. What? Now? I'm not ready. I need time. I can't.

In a second, his lips pressed to mine and I felt a wave of panic around me. It hit hard. My chest was feeling tight and I was already shaking.

Danny POV.

I pulled back feeling a shiver around my body. I had kissed her and she didn't kiss back. I looked at my feet, feeling ashamed and just waiting for the floor to open and shallow me.

I looked at her. Her eyes were open, full of tears and her lip was shaking. I took a step back.

Fuck, fuck. I fucked it. I was stupid. How could I do this?

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Abi. I-I shouldn't have. I'm so sorry"

She wasn't moving and I was panicking. Then the first tear fell and she gasped for air. Her chest filled and started moving fast.

"Abigail... Hey..."

Her breath got quicker and she took her hands to her face.

"Abi"

I was starting to panic. She was shaking, breathing hard and silently crying. I had done this to her. But how? We had kissed before. I already had the touch of her lips memorized.

"Abi, baby"

I tried to touch her, but she walked back.

"Abi please"

My heart was beating hard, my hands were shaking. She was having a panic attack. Something like that. I had caused this. I had caused this but didn't know how.

"Abi..."

Her back hit the wall and she finally broke down sobbing. I'd never forget that sound. She was so broken, so scared. Her hands were grabbing her t-shirt and his knees were almost of the point of giving up.

"Daniel, please" She pleaded out of breath.

"What? Tell me. Tell me what do you want?" I walked closer, leaving my hands where she could see them and giving her the chance to grab them if she wanted to.

"M-molly..."

"Do you want me to call Molly?"

She nodded.

"Fine. I will."

I grabbed my phone. I was so scared. She would faint. But I didn't know what to do.

Soon, Molly picked the phone.

"Danny! Did you alrea-"

"Molly, I need you. At Abi's house. S-she is having a panic attack or something."

She tried to walk away, pressing her hands on every surface until she reached the table.

"Okay, Danny. Help her breathing, okay?"

"She wants you here. Come please. I-I fucked up"

The phone call finished. I panted.

"D-Danny"

I saw her, looking at me with big scared eyes.

I walked to her and grabbed her body, keeping her standing just in case her legs failed her.

"It's fine. Sit and breathe with me"

She sat and her hand grabbed my shirt, pulling me down until I had knelt.

"C'mon, Abi. Breathe in"

She nodded and followed my instruction. I was just trying to reproduce Michael's step when this had happened to me.

"Breathe out"

We kept doing it for a while.

"It's fine, you are doing so good." I said touching her fingers. She gripped mine and nodded.

She let herself fall back on the chair.

"It's okay. I'm so sorry, Abi. I'm so sorry" I kissed her knuckles and my first tear fell. She closed her eyes and breathed in deeper.

Then she calmed and completely closed down. I saw how she turned her body away from me and her hand left mine. I fell my whole world falling apart. After the most perfect two days, it was done. She stayed like that, ignoring me until I heard the door opening.

"Get out" She was furious.

I didn't even had time to move, a hand pulled me and I almost fall flat on my ass.

"Get the fuck out, Ricciardo"

"Molly..."

"Leave."

She pushed me far from Abi and hugged her.

"I don't want you here when I come out"

They walked away from me and went to Abi's bedroom.

I didn't want to leave. I wanted to explain Molly what happened. I wanted to tell her that I meant no harm. I couldn't leave because if I did everything would be over. And I couldn't lose Abi. Not now that everything was going perfectly. Not after the weekend.

So I waited. I sat on the sofa and picked my nails. I waited for long minutes, hearing Abi crying from the other side of the door and wanting nothing more than to run there and hug her. I had done this to her, I wanted to be the one who solved it. I wanted to help her.

I didn't notice how my own tears were falling to the carpet until I heard the door. I looked up and they clowded my sight. Harshly, I run my fist over my eyes.

"What are you still doing here?"

"How is she?"

"Asleep. I told you to leave"

"Let me explain"

"No, I told you once to be careful with her. I thought that by now you'd know her. Fuck. She told you about Arnie? Huh? And even though..."

It clicked. I understood why she was so angry.

"I didn't cheat. I-I mean. We are not a couple, like officialy. But I haven't been with anyone. Not since I know her. I want her."

Molly's shoulders relaxed.

"You didn't?"

I shook my head.

"Then? She doesn't get like that for nothing?"

I felt nausea hitting.

"I-I kissed her... Listen, she kissed me there! We have been like kissing nonstop. We were fine, we have spent all this time together. She hasn't left my side. I-I thought she wanted it too and..."

"Hey. Breathe." She touched my shoulder and sat next to me. "I don't need to panic attacks in one night."

I look at her.

"I didn't want this to happen."

"Obviously you didn't want." She chuckled. "Listen... She... After what happened to Arnie she fell in this... Hole? Yeah. She was really really bad. It was hard, but she finally won and came out of it."

I frowned.

"I'm not the one who should tell you. It's on her hand. I will take her to her therapist as soon as possible."

"I can't lose her" I whispered.

"You won't. It's not what she wants. She just gets anxious sometimes. It's... Like PTS. Or something. I don't really know."

I was so confused. How could a kiss cause all of this?

"Daniel. Take it slow if you can. If you don't... Please cut it. And do it soon. I don't want to see her again like that. She needs time. She has been doing so well with you. She is really happy now."

"Molly, I..." I took a deep breath. "I can wait."

"Then wait."

"I thought today was the day." I whispered. "I didn't know this would happen. I was going to ask her to be my girlfriend."

"It's not your fault, Danny" She smiled and grabbed my hand. "There was no way you could know. But if she didn't tell you I'm no one to do it. She maybe thinks you are going to run away or something if she does."

I felt a shiver running over me. How could I run away?

"She has a low self steem. It's better now, but she doubts a lot. She thinks she is not enough for you, Danny. But hey, don't tell her I told you"

"I won't."

We stayed in silence for a while. My own thoughts eating me alive.

"Tomorrow... Send her a little text. Something. Because I know her well and she will freak out the moment she opens her eye."

I nodded. I looked at her.

"Molly"

"Yes"

"What do you do if this happens?"

She sighed.

"You did well. The first thing is helping with her breath. And then she usually closes herself. I don't really know how to explain it. She doesn't speak in a while. Basically because she is probably exhausted. Mentally exhausted. She likes to be held. She likes warm things. A blanket. She has dozens. They are everywhere." We both chuckled. It sounded like her. "The most important thing is remind her she is not alone"

I nodded. I wanted to be ready. I wanted to help her.

"Okay."

"Sorry for trying to kick you out. When you said that thing... I will cut your balls if you dare to cheat on her"

"I won't." I swallowed. "Can I tell you something?"

She nodded.

"Yesterday, right after the concert, my friend invited some people over. Abi went to sleep early, she looked tired. And... There was this girl in there."

She lift an eyebrow.

"Shh. This girl wanted something with me, I'm sure. But when I looked at her? Nothing. She was pretty, yes. And in theory I'm single. But I felt nothing. And let me tell you that I haven't got much action since I met Abi. But when I looked at this girl, I didn't even felt a what if. You know? When you have someone and see another person and go like, if I was single... "

She smiled and nodded.

"You like her a lot."

I blushed and nodded. I decided to not tell her about how we had shared that uncomfortable sofa. Abi had told me enough about Molly to know she would freak out.

"A lot."

"She will be alright. She needs a good talk, some time and then she will go back to you. Whenever she feels ready."

I smiled a bit.

"I will be waiting for her"

We fell into silence again and soon sleep hitted me. I still had a good half an hour drive home.

"I'm gonna leave."

"Yeah. I will stay here with her."

"Thank you for helping. I was loosing my shit"

"It happened to me the first time too"

We said goodbye with a hug and soon I was on my car.

I was in. I was ready for Abi. I would give her whatever she needed. I wanted to be with her.

Me: hey, Abi.

Me: I'm so sorry about tonight.

Me: I can't wait to see you.

Me: Whenever you feel ready, I'll be there for you.

Me: ❤️

Oh sweet sweet angsty stuff.

Next part: Santa Mónica.

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Fandom Deep Cuts

Tagged by @drgrlfriend : okay apropos of this post —

tag a writer if you’d like them to share a never-before-seen playlist/moodboard/bit of background lore from one of their fics!

So, I'm going to be talking about Cluster Got Your Back, Bro, which is my Sense8 Avenger's AU. I'll ramble about it for a bit, and then I've got a scene that got cut.

So, when I look back the thing that frustrates me most about this fic is the failure to live up to the diversity of Sense8 itself. Everyone is white, I managed 2 women out of 8, and despite Bruce being in India and Bucky starting out in Afghanistan, everyone is from the USA/Europe/Australia. Given the state of the MCU at the time I wrote it (which was pre-Black Panther or I would definitely have dropped Bruce for T'Challa) I don't know that I could have done much better but it still bugs me. I tried to get a bit more global by making Tony Italian and dumping Thor in Australia rather than Norway, which might have felt more obvious but would have meant I had 3 Americans, 4 Europeans and Bruce, hanging out in India but clearly not Indian. Not that Australia isn't another Western country, but at least it spread out the dots on the map a bit.

And I did really enjoy writing Australian!Thor. He was so much more fun than Norwegian!Thor would have been, imho.

The hardest part of writing it was the timezones. I had a tab open on Time Zone Converter the whole time I was writing it, and kept having to move scenes around so it wasn't weird that various people were awake at the same time. Thank God for Thor's dawn surfing habit and Tony's erratic sleep patterns, but the hardest one was definitely Bruce. He was just never awake when the others are.

He's also the only one who didn't get his own plotline and yes, that is a bit related, but also, I was juggling a lot already and I didn't have anything for him to do. I hinted at him being on the run or whatever, but I never gave him any real backstory. I think it would have all been too much. So, bless him, he's just the guy who sleeps through the plot, occasionally meditates and is only useful when someone gets injured.

Originally, there was going to be an extra epilogue bit set a couple of years later, to show everyone settled into the lives they ended up with, which is what the snippet below the cut is. I accidentally introduced an antagonist though, and it suddenly started feeling like a sequel with a whole new plot arc, so I cut it. I kinda meant to go back at some point, but that never happened (if it had, possibly Bruce would have got some plot of his very own. Possibly not.)

It's a bit long and stops mid-scene, as a warning.

Clint actually really loved being a Stark Industries bodyguard. It meant he got to wear sunglasses and loom behind Tony, looking menacing - which was easy, given their respective heights. He got to carry a weapon everywhere with him which, okay, so it wasn’t his bow, but a gun was okay too, and got him less weird looks, and mostly his job was just watching people, which was easy as shit.

Mostly, though, he liked that it meant he got to work with Bucky.

“All clear here,” said Bucky through the comms that Tony had insisted on buying them, even though they could speak to each other’s minds. Clint glanced over the crowd of assembling reporters to where Bucky was standing by the door, looking hot as hell in his fancy suit as he glared around at the crowd.

“Here too,” said Clint, tearing his eyes away to glance around from his vantage point on the stage. “Tony, are you ready?”

Tony was in the back room, flicking through notecards that Clint knew he’d ignore as soon as he came out in front of the crowd. “Sure, yeah,” he said distractedly. “Hey, is the guy from The New Yorker here?”

Clint had no idea what he looked like, so he just scanned over the crowd as Tony appeared beside him, following his gaze.

“Aha! There he is,” said Tony, pointing at an old guy in the second row. “He wrote an article when I moved to New York about how Stark Industries was overextending itself. I’m going to make him eat his words.”

“Not literally, please,” said Steve. He wasn’t at the press conference, because despite Tony's best wheedling, he’d declined every single job offer from Stark Industries and stayed working for the NYPD. Clint thought he was nuts, because the benefits he and Bucky got were insane. The dental alone was worth turning up every day to hang around with one of his closest friends and his boyfriend, while looking hot in a suit.

And Clint did look hot. Bucky had made sure that he knew that.

“Sure, sure,” said Tony. “All the words eating will be hypothetical.” He straightened his tie, then took a step closer to the door. “Okay, I’m ready. Wish me luck, guys.”

Everyone who was currently awake wished him luck, glancing in on the press conference from wherever they were. Thor was in board shorts, clutching his surfboard as he ran down to meet the first wave of the day, Wanda was curled up on a sofa reading a briefing document and drinking a glass of wine in preparation for the next day’s political mindgames in the Sokovian parliament. Natasha didn’t let them see where she was, which was pretty much standard these days, now she was rising through the ranks of SHIELD.

Bruce was asleep. Tony had tried to persuade him that he needed to stay up for the conference, for moral support, but Bruce had just rolled his eyes and started his usual evening meditation.

Steve was on patrol with Sam, but Clint could see him sitting in an unoccupied chair in the front row, waiting for Tony’s big announcement.

Tony strolled out as if onto a runway, waving both hands at the crowd. “Hey guys!” he said. “Good to see you again. Well, most of you.” He sent the guy from The New Yorker a pointed look. “Now, I know most of you are hoping this is going to be about some awesome new Stark Industries product, because everything we create is incredible, but this is actually going to be even more fun than that.” 

His hand went into the pocket his notecards were in for a moment, but when he took it out, it was empty.

This was going to be fun.

“Okay, so it’s probably pretty clear now that I’ll be living in New York semi-permanently for a bit,” said Tony. “Not that I don’t love Roma, of course not, the weather is so much better, not to mention the coffee, although the tourists are about the same. Just, New York has a couple of things in it that I’m enjoying having easy access to.” He gave Steve a wink that made Steve roll his eyes, and then disappear to go back to his patrol.

Tony just turned his grin on the rest of the crowd, unfazed. “Which means I need to start acting like a good neighbour, right? I don’t want to be one of those asshole-type billionaires who don’t pay taxes and pretend a couple of thousand to charity is a big deal. Not that I’m talking about anyone in particular of course, except, wait, yes I totally am, and of course I’m going to name and shame them. Page four of your briefing pack has a full list of billionaires who aren’t pulling their weight when it comes to helping out the rest of the community.”

Clint wondered who had signed off on the briefing pack, and how long it would take Pepper to fire them.

“So, in addition to paying all my taxes like a good boy -my returns are available on request from the PR department- I figure it’s time to get into the philanthropy business properly. So, I’m announcing that I’m setting up the Maria Stark Charitable Foundation, who will be starting off with a fund of a couple of billion, to be divided between projects in New York, for my neighbours, and throughout the world because let’s face it, this is a global community now, we’re all each other’s neighbours.”

Clint scanned over the crowd again, trying to pretend he couldn’t see Bucky rolling his eyes at that one. There was a movement near the back and he zoned in on it, then froze dead.

Trick was standing there, staring straight at him with a malicious smirk on his face.

The cluster were now so close to each other that he didn’t need to say anything, didn’t even need to think it. Just the sudden change in his emotions was enough to make Bucky, Steve, Thor, Natasha and Wanda appear next to him while Bruce startled awake in Mumbai.

“What is it?” asked Bucky.

“That’s Trick,” said Clint, stepping out of his body so he could point.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Right,” he said, and disappeared.

“What the hell is he doing here?” asked Wanda. Clint didn’t have any answers. As far as he was concerned, Trick had disappeared into the night and was never coming back.

Bucky stalked over to Trick and put a heavy hand on his shoulder, doing the sexy badboy glower that usually made Clint melt, but was just making him feel reassured now. It didn’t matter what Trick wanted, he had a kickass boyfriend and the rest of the cluster on his side.

Trick tried to throw Bucky off, but he just tightened his grip and marched him off. Clint wondered if it was possible to love the guy any more than he did right now.

“So, enough about me,” said Tony, wrapping up the speech that he’d somehow managed to continue with despite the drama. “And I know I don’t usually say that, but I figure there’s only so much of the glory I can take right now. Let me introduce you to the person who’ll actually be running the show.”

He was finishing up a lot quicker than he’d been intending to, which Clint had a feeling was because of him, but he was more than okay with that. Tony handed over the podium, gave one last wave, then glanced at Clint and headed backstage.

Clint followed him, and the minute they were out of sight of the crowd, Tony put an arm on his shoulder. “You okay?”

Clint nodded. “Just really want to know what the fuck he thinks he’s doing here.”

“Let’s find out,” said Tony.

Bucky had Trick in the security room, handcuffed to a chair with another security guard outside while Bucky stood against the wall with his arms crossed and just glared at him. In the time it took Clint and Tony to walk down there, Trick went from trying to play the whole thing off as a mistake to trying to threaten him with a lawsuit. Bucky didn’t so much as twitch.

“How are we going to play this?” asked Steve, walking around Trick. “You know I’m not actually going to let you hurt him, right?”

“No hurting,” said Clint. “I’m just going to ask a couple of questions.”

“If I don’t like his answers, there may be some hurting,” said Bucky. Steve just sighed.

Clint paused outside the room to take a breath, and Tony slapped a hand to his shoulder again. “Hey, any time you want, just say the word and I’ll throw the full weight of an outraged billionaire at him,” said Tony. 

Clint snorted and shook his head. “Nah, let’s do this the old-fashioned, carnie way.”

“Oh god, please don’t kneecap him,” muttered Steve.

Clint ignored him as he opened the door and went inside.

“...can’t treat me like this,” Trick was saying. “I’ve done nothing wr-” He shut up when he saw Clint, then glanced over his shoulder at Tony and raised an eyebrow.

“You really are playing with the big boys now, huh?” said Trick. “Look, I-”

“Shut up,” said Clint. “What are you doing here?”

Trick shrugged as well as he could in the handcuffs. “Hey, a guy can’t drop in to see an old friend?"

“We’ve never been friends,” said Clint.

Trick faked a heartbroken look, and Clint just rolled his eyes, glancing at Bucky, who was still glowering. “Maybe we should just kneecap him,” he said, mostly to hear Steve’s protest.

“Oh, come on,” said Trick. “It’s not that bad. I’m just here to talk to you.” His eyes flicked to Bucky, then across to Tony. “In private,” he added.

“Anything you want to say to me, you can say in front of them,” said Clint.

Trick’s eyes raised. “Seriously? You want all your dirty secrets out in the open?”

“He wants to blackmail you,” said Natasha.

The idea of Bucky and Tony not knowing everything there was to know about Clint was ridiculous. Clint grinned at Trick, feeling the vicious edge to it. “Nothing secret about it,” he said. “Sorry if you were hoping to have any kind of leverage.”

Trick snarled at him. “Fuck you, Barton,” he said. “Maybe I’ll tell all the press out there that Tony Stark is hiring a guy with a murder conviction, then.”

“He’s not,” said Tony, leaning back against the wall. “Tony Stark is hiring the very best guy for the job, and his past, which may involve some criminal charges, none of which are actually murder, isn’t Tony Stark’s business.”

“Tony Stark is talking about himself in the third person,” noted Wanda, and earned herself a glare.

“Fuck,” muttered Trick, and glared at Clint. “Didn’t think you’d be the type to let some rich dude fuck you in exchange for being pampered, Barton.”

Bucky suddenly moved at that, making Trick as he uncrossed his arms and stepped forward. “Say that again,” he said. “Go on. I dare you.”

Trick stared at him, not nearly scared enough. “Okay, so apparently it’s not just Stark you’re getting on your knees for. I wouldn’t have thought a billionaire was big on sharing.”

Tony let out a long sigh, “Okay, two things. First of all, were you not listening to my speech out there at all? Sharing is exactly what I’m about. And secondly, I don’t know why you think Clint would need to sleep with someone for them to think he’s worth employing and being friends with. He’s incredibly talented, you know.”

Clint felt his ears blush red at the compliment, but he did his best to keep glaring at Trick.

“We need to scare him badly enough to never come back,” said Natasha. She crouched down to stare at Trick. “You should leave Bucky alone with him.”

#marvel #winterhawk #my writing #writing meme

[borhapparker]

ambs' sleepover sunday/monday!

good afternoon! been a while since i've written or done any sleepovers so we shall start today again! i got a ps4 yesterday for free from a family friend so i spent my day updating the sytem and adding my games into it so i can play with friends and my brother (:

anyway enough about that! we shall do a sleepover sunday tonight as I will not be sleeping until 1am lololol

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character playlist: send a character and i'll make a playlist for them!

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free compliments: send me your work (fics/moodboards/playlists) and i'll compliment it

question: ask me anything and i'll give you the honest answer

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blurbs: (anger/argument)

"what the hell is wrong with you?"

"you think it's okay to speak to me like that?"

"i'm actually sick of you and your god awful attitude?"

"get the hell out of my house!! i can't even look at you right now!"

"this will be your only warning, get away from me."

"you better get the fuck out of my face."

"you're really trying to paint me as the bad guy? all this is your fault!"

"it's not my fault you're so selfish!"

"put your hand on me again and i promise you that i'll break it."

"you're such an asshole, i don't even know why i like you."

"why do you make loving you so damn hard?"

"i don't remember asking for your opinion?"

"you wanna fucking go?"

"sometimes, i wish you'd walk out that door and never come back."

"wow, i can't believe you'd ever say that to me."

(angst)

"i wish we didn't have to leave this behind."

"no, don't say that, we can get through this."

"i have a really bad feeling about this."

"do you think this is it? the end?"

"why do you even wanna talk to me? i just broke your brother's nose."

"i'm not saying i don' trust you, but i don't trust you."

"do you even love me anymore?"

"if you're here to tell me what happened after i left last night, don't bother. someone beat you to it."

"you really think i have a choice?"

"i honestly thought you were different, apparently not."

"are you here to rip my heart out again?"

"shoot me, it would honestly hurt less."

"do it, just take a chance on me. i don't want you to spend your life thinking about what could have been."

"don't make this any harder than it already is, i'm begging you."

"i'm not giving up on you, i'm not giving up on us."

(comfort/hurt)

"just go back to sleep, i promise to be here when you wake up."

"if you're hurt you can tell me, i don't mind carrying you, honest."

"will you listen to me? i don't care where you are, what time it is or what happened. if you need me, i'll be there."

"don't look at them, look at me. you're okay, stay in this moment, with me."

"go to sleep, you're gonna be better in no time."

"i said no! you're hurt, just for ONCE do what i ask."

"you don't need to be the strong one all the time. besides, even if you're not strong at that particular moment, it doesn't mean you're weak."

"nobody will take you away from me again, i promise."

"i hate knowing you're hurt and there's nothing i can do."

"you're telling me to calm down? you're the one who's been shot!"

"please just talk to me, i know it's hard but i need to know you're going to be okay."

"this is going to sting a little, ready?"

"please, just let me help you."

"i wouldn't have offered to help if i didn't mean it."

"you're hurt, not dying, come on now."

(funny)

"what's the point in having powers if you don't get to have fun?"

"when this goes wrong, like i said it will, don't you come crying to me."

"i swear you two have a collective of a singular brain cell, you both have half each."

"are you dumb?"

"what the hell is going on- actually, you know what? forget i even asked, weirdos."

"when have i ever been wrong?"

"shut up, that was literally ONE time!"

"i'm honestly surprised you haven't been arrested yet... in fact, i take that back, no i'm not."

"please don't tell my mom, she will throw a shoe."

"your logic gives me a headache."

"you're honestly about as funny as that tree."

(fluff)

"how about we just spend the day in bed?"

"you look adorable in my shirt."

"have i told you that i love you today? yes? well, i'm just gonna tell you again."

"how come you always seem to end up in my bed?"

"it's been exactly 10 minutes since you woke up, so why have i not had my good morning kiss yet?"

"you're cute when you blush."

"your voice is the best thing for me to hear, even if it is far away."

"can i have a cuddle?"

"i can't stop thinking about you."

"look at me, sweetheart!"

"wait there just a second, did you just kiss me?"

"falling in love wasn't exactly on the list of things i wanted to happenin in my life, but i'm glad that i did."

"you're my person."

"can i wear your sweater/hoodie? it smells like you, i can't promise to give it back though."

"i thought you always knew you were my favorite?"

specific moment prompts:

child's first words

child's first time walking

first family christmas

high school graduation

birth of a sibling

new parental figure comes into the family

getting suspended together from school

ditching school together with friend/significant other/sibling

unexpected pregnancy / either young or older

family vacation

parent's wedding

family reunion

high school reunion

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[khaleesiofalicante]

I just want you to know that I've been reading IALS and I'm so close to crying every chapter😭😭😭

Howww??? How do you manage to make this sad but beautiful but confusing but amazing???

I like that we are getting more clarity on what happened after he went to Paris and I feel we are close to getting the bigger picture but I might be wrong??

Ugh, I haven't put my thoughts down since like 9 chapters ago so this is a mess but, a little list of what I can remember right now:

I liked Mona, but after he complained about apologizing to AJ I was like "nope:)" bc like, if you can't apologize (and to a kid that was!) That was kinda like a red flag

Jaden. Ugh, I have many different feelings about him. He does loves the kids and David, but also some of the things he has done... Ahhh idk

I actually screamed at the part where David saw Max's pictures with Mallory (I HATE HER!!) and my mother got worried 😂

I love how everyone is a little fucked up in a different way here. I get frustrated by what Max did bc WTF?? I can understand how important that mission was for him, but also....dude??

I also start understanding David better but I also know it doesn't make a lot of his actions right

Can we talk about how Jackson is the MVP here??? Bc I think we should focus on that more

THE QUOTES OMG DON'T GET ME STARTED. I have tons of quotes I love and after this imma go make a collection of them😎

Rosewood having married people problems noo😭 I know that's how it is in real life, but I hate seeing them fight🥺

WHAT IS THE DAUGHTER'S NAME??? WHY IS IT SPOILERY???

The way we don't see a lot on David's POV in the present about his thoughts and feelings and you manage to say a lot and nothing... Wow

Say whatever you want, but I love the way David and Max raise their kids. Shit went down in many ways, but how they raise them and make sure they are safe, comfortable, happy, confident in themselves, make sure they know how proud they are, etc. That's just🥺🥺🥺

Alec wtf are you doing, love? But I also loñike he is straightforward

The difference between past and present- IT JUST MAKES EVERYTHING HURT MOREEE

Goodnight, Mon ange???? EXCUSE ME??? I READ THIS IN CLASS AND ALMLST CRIED AND MY FRIENDS THINK I'M CRAZY 😭 I AM NOT OVER IT!!

He dreamt of white lilies instead of roses!!!! The symbolism here ISTG- (not a fix can go by that we don't have flower symbolism and that's very sexy of you!)

Malec being grandparents. That's it. That's the tweet.

Ok, I thought this was going to be short... Huh. And I haven't even started on specific scenes but no one is stopping me ;)

I am loving the story while it rips my heart out💙

And I also maaay have planned a couple of moadboards

AH LOVE THIS AND LOVE YOU.

also yes the day i do not include flower symbolism in a fic is the day i die 🙃

Thank you for sharing this with me. Really. I needed this today.

AND DO NOT FUCK WITH ME ABT THEM MOODBOARDS.

#IALS

[elvisabutler]

can i request #5 and #17 angst prompts for professor presley universe? i dont mind if you do it in one all together all i ask is that you end it in fluff 😊

your love was unmoved

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t for some implications pairing: elvis presley ( professor big daddy ) x female reader ( nicknamed belle ) word count: 1998 warnings: no use of y/n. student/professor relationship ( former ). talk of babies. talk of pregnancy and complications. minor sexual implications. talk of death. arguing. author’s note: thank you for this anon! i had a completely different version of this written before i got talked out of it for good reasons. i think this one is better in any case. hope you enjoy! this is done for my 1k gala, based on angst lines “i’m not going with you." and "please, answer me!" y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard. also part of the professor presley universe that keeps growing by the day.

Elvis is the love of your life, this is a fact you've known since before you had your twins. Since before you got married. Since before your third child and now the fourth that has given you so many problems and health issues that Elvis had been worried enough that you had made a joke telling him you'd carry this stubborn little baby to term even if killed you. The look on his face and his reaction was one you weren't soon to forget. His reaction of holding your face in hands and nuzzling at your nose whispering that if he can't joke about dyin' neither could you. His reaction later on while you you were in and out of sleep with him talking to your belly.

"Ya gotta treat ya mama a lil nicer. She's- she's gotta stay here for your siblings and- and I don't think I'd take losin' her all that well."

Somehow little Judy had taken those words to heart. Oh sure she had been a bit of a hellion still, making you stay on an extended leave of absence that Elvis had fought tooth and nail for just so you could keep your job and he wouldn't be forced to hire someone else- someone else he knows wouldn't be as good in his department. And sure, you had been forced to have a c section on account of her being feet first but was fine. You were fine and she was fine and your family was complete and happy. It takes you longer than you'd like to get back to normal, a product of your age and of what you had gone through to bring your daughter into the world but eventually eventually you found yourself back teaching, admonishing your students who didn't do homework and who would like to treat your class as a nap time among other things.

There's something different about Elvis- something that has the hairs on the back of your neck standing at attention in concern and worry. Maybe it's from everything you've gone through with your other partners or maybe it's because you know Elvis well enough but something is bothering you. Something feels off and you can't put an exact finger on what it is. You can't put an exact finger on what it is until you have to grab something out of his desk.

He's trapped under the pile of your oldest children while little Judy is sleeping in her crib. The idea had been for both of you to get some work done while the children played around you but the older ones seemed to have a different plan as per their usual. Your own papers you have to deal with are safely sitting on the table and Elvis's- well you end up asking him where his arm between shouts and squeals.

"I'll wrestle them back t' normal, jus', can ya go grab my things from my desk, darlin'? Should be in the middle drawer." Elvis asks before his hands become preoccupied with trying to keep Wes from pulling at his hair- or perhaps it was Wendy, you couldn't quite tell. It didn't matter though, after all, you knew better than anyone that once they had their fun that he'd make sure they were all acting exactly as they needed to. You can't help the way a smile stays on your face as you walk into the office, settling down in the chair as you pulled open the middle drawer. The papers are in a folder, easy enough to grab but your eyes drift to one of the side drawers with the drawer partially open and what looks like a set pages not bound with a staple or paperclip or anything. You know better than to look, know that there are some things even now after being married that you and Elvis keep from each other. Keep private, because they don't concern the other person, nor are they important. Yet there's that feeling, there's that feeling again- the raised hair on your neck and the sickening feeling of dread as you stare at it. You shouldn't look and yet you do. You want to throw up after you do.

Your body cycles through hot and cold, hot and cold and hot and cold before it settles into a bone aching chill as you read. This is a contract for another school, a school in California of all places. It's a contract he's already signed and hasn't bothered to tell you about. It's a contract that pays better than the one he has in Memphis but- Memphis is your home, Memphis is where your job is- Memphis- it's supposed to be where you stay, after all, taking this would mean selling Graceland and Elvis has always told you he bought it for his mother. He would never sell the property. It's then that it hits you like a ton of bricks and you shoot up out of the chair, his folder of papers in one hand and the signed contract in the other.

The living room is quiet but you can hear your children outside whooping and hollering so you know Elvis has shooed them outside to try and burn off their energy. What great timing, he shooed them away so you can have a discussion with him about this- this whatever it is. His folder is tossed onto the table carelessly before you toss the contract in his lap.

"I'm not going with you, am I?" Your words are spat out as Elvis pales looking over his glasses at you- realizing what you tossed at him. It's written all over his face that you're right, he has no intention of taking you with him, instead forcing you to be a single mother here in Graceland with your four kids. "Were you just going to pack everything in a bag one day? Pull a 'cilla and leave me without warning? Oh wait, did you plan on taking the twins too?"

"Belle, honey, darlin', Y/N, I-" He states before you cut him off.

"No, no, no nicknames today Professor Presley. Please, just answer me, have the decency to do that for your wife." You move to sit right in front of him on the coffee table, eyes blazing. You want to kick and scream and hit him and for a brief moment you're taken back to when you first got together, your anger and embarrassment and depression all coming to a head.

His body recoils back at the use of a title he hasn't heard come from your lips in a non-playful way in nearing a decade now. This- This isn't how this was supposed to go, you weren't supposed to find out this way, he was supposed to ease you into the idea, butter you up for a move to California while he arranged for the Mafia to take care of Graceland. It was only a temporary assignment.

He moves to cup your face only to have you grasp at his wrists. "Stop trying to be sweet and tell me what that's about. Tell me I'm wrong, Elvis."

There's a part of him, the part of him that knows you well enough that in a good mood you're liable to smack him gently upside the head if he told you that know, you're not wrong, that yes, he's that horrible person you think he is who planned on doing what your brain thinks he's doing. He knows you're liable to smack him gently upside the head if he told you that you're being silly and he'll be sweet to his wife if he wants. He knows these things because he knows you so he settles on looking at least a bit admonished before he speaks.

"You are wrong. I- I meant t'tell ya sooner, or at least, meant to tell ya soon. Jus' couldn't really figure out how." Elvis can feel his leg bounce a little in spite of everything before he continues. "I-I got offered a temporary job in California. University basically wants to let them borrow me. Sort've a guest lecturing thing. I don't- I don't know the exact details cause I haven't been to the university there but- you'd be comin' wit' me. Leave the boys to handle Graceland, while take the kids to California for a year. Give 'em a change of pace."

"A change of pace." Your tone is deadpan as you still continue to glare at Elvis. "Memphis is our home and you want to go to California just because they offered. You're joking, you have to be because I know my husband isn't someone who decides this and signs the paper before talking to me about it."

He starts to open up his mouth to defend himself before you both hear the backdoor open and hear the yelling of your three older children followed by the piercing cry of your youngest. You shake your head and wave Elvis off. "I have to go help her, feed her. Just-"

"I got 'em, Belle."

Those are the last words he says to you until your nightly shower. Everyone is in bed but you and him and you found yourself entering the shower before him, not waiting up as you usually do. After a few minutes you feel the door open and feel your husband against you nuzzling your neck. "I hadn't sent them back. I didn't- Everything's gotten a lil' complicated here in Memphis, thought, thought we could see how it is. See if it can be like Hawaii for us, ya know? We've jus' both been busy. Shoulda talked 'bout it fore I signed 'em but can ya trust me on this? Trust me on us goin' there? Jus' for a year."

Your shoulders relax as you lean against Elvis, allowing the water to fall on your joined bodies. There's tears falling you think, but you can't quite tell as you speak. "My tenure, though. I'll lose my job."

"I'll get it back if ya do. Pull some strings nearby. Darlin'- I think we need this. Think it'll do some good and-"

You cut him off with a sigh. "If you can convince them that I get my job back when we come back, I will go. We'll go together and they can enjoy California."

Elvis grabs your waist and turns you around to face him in the shower before he cups your cheeks. "Ya promise, ya ain't jus' sayin' this t'make me happy? Ain't jus' agreein-"

A snort leaves your nose before you laugh, sniffling slightly. "Elvis- When- I've never been that sort of woman and you know that. I'm- I'm trusting you because you haven't led me wrong lately."

He pulls you in for a kiss and bites at your lip before pulling away. "Lately, she says. Try ever, Mrs. Presley. I'll see what I can do, a'right? Ya- ya wanna finish the shower and go to sleep? Catch an hour before Judy wakes up?"

You nod, nuzzling at his chest, relishing in the feel of his chest hair against your cheek. "Shower and sleep- that- yeah. I'm- sorry about earlier."

Another kiss to your lips before he kisses your forehead and pulls away. "Don't be, kinda blindsided ya. Now, pass me the soap?"

Your hand reaches to grab the soap, but you don't hand it to him instead choosing to keep it in your hand and smirk. "I think you're gonna have to come and get it from me."

"Careful what ya wish for, darlin'."

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I want auroras and sad prose

I want to watch wisteria grow over my bare feet

'Cause I haven' t moved in years

And I want you right here

The lakes, Taylor Swift

About my OC:s, Wisteria🌺

based on @wecandoit :) I like that you exist and that you're my friend <3

And the old widow goes to the stone every day

But I don't, I just sit here and wait

Grieving for the living

Ivy, Taylor Swift

I found the photos for the moodboards from Pinterest and We heart it, one of my friends send me the third pic in the first moodboard :)

Appearance and personality: long, wavy, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes, warm brown skin

She's intelligent, brave, bubbly, sarcastic, joyous and cunning

She's a dryad and gets her energy from wisteria trees

She lives a double life and goes to Rose Garden (an academy in my story) in Mystery Shore

She's brilliant at archery and loves reading, painting, drawing, photography and nature

Her pronouns are she/they and she's asexual

A snippet I wrote:

"I think it might rain today." Wisteria poured herself coffee in her favourite, dark green mug and glanced outside. Her mother was right. There were thick, grey clouds piling up in the horizon. I wonder if it it's raining in Mystery Shore, Wisteria thought absentmindedly. With her eyes glazed over she plopped down on a kitchen chair. She was about to take a sip of the steaming, nice smelling liquid when she noticed there was a small plant growing up on the side of the mug like a miniature vine. She choked and willed it to vanish. Luckily her mother hadn't noticed a thing. "Well, I'm off to work, sweetheart." Her mother bend over and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be home late." I nod with a smile. "Have a nice day at school!"

"I will! Bye, mom!" Wisteria struggled to hide a grin. If her mom just knew what kind of school she actually went to. She had applied to a university just for a show. She had gotten in and now went two schools. Of course Rose Garden was better than any human school in Wisteria's opinion. She wanted to study magic after all.

I sit down under the wisteria, its lovely, lilac petals falling on me like snowflakes. I shut my eyes, feeling myself becoming one with the tree.

"That Wisteria girl... Do you know her? She's really good at archery but a bit of a weirdo." I take a deep breathe and watch Sarah's dark blue eyes gleam in the pale morning light. I walk by her talking to her blonde friend and interrupt their conversation swiftly. "Yeah, she's really weird", I say. "But thanks, she's practiced loads of archery..." Sarah flinches. "We weren't talking about you."

"Yeah, right." I smirk. "There's something on your face btw." I begin to walk away relishing the confused look on the girl's face. I imagine vines growing around her, rooting her to the spot and climbing down her body. She lets out a scream. "Nailed it", I whisper. They must have reached her face. That's what you get for talking behind my back. I usually don't give a crap of what other people say about but this was the fifth time this week. It got old. I head for the castle front doors. "Hey, Wisteria!" I turn around. A girl with green hair reaches me. Her name is Florence, I think. "I made the vines disappear", I tell her. "No harm done." Florence pauses. "No, I was going to tell you well done. The bitch had it coming." I grin. "I'm Florence", she says. "Nice to meet you. I'm Wisteria but you knew that already."

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DEAD GIRL’S BEACH ࿐ྂ KUROKAWA IZANA x f!oc x SANO MANJIRO

THREE — iv bags and daffodils

"he looks at me like I'm below him. he doesn't say it nor does he act that way but his eyes say it all. patient likes loves power. he craves it" — MAYA'S ROUGH NOTES ON K.I

chapter summary: Maya faces a moral dilemma, trying to pick between her livelihood and ethics all while under the watchful eye of the hospital director and her patient, Kurokawa Izana.

chapter warnings: inaccurate depictions of psychiatric hospitals, mentions of alcohol, mentions of depression, drug use, allusions to sex, abuse of authority, power imbalance, unethical use of drugs, mentions of alcohol, mentions of rape, mentions of murder

word count: 4213

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Pretty is what Kurokawa Izana would use to describe Kaneko Maya. She was so pretty. Kaneko Maya was cute, funny, pretty and just Manjiro's type. Had his younger brother not been a depressed little shit right now, Izana would have gotten Ran to gift her to Manjiro. Even if he did now, Izana doubts Manjiro would even do anything. He heard that depression affects the libido. Even before he was admitted into this shitty psychiatric hospital, no matter how many hostess bars he took Manjiro to, how many hookers he called over, how many strip clubs— Manjiro was just bored. For a while, he thought the guy was probably a nervous virgin who only knew how to fight but after a drunken conversation with Sanzu Haruchiyo, Manjiro's childhood friend, he finds out that was in fact not the case. Manjiro was pretty popular with the girls when they were in middle school(due to his shoulder-length blonde hair and girls having a huge thing for pretty boys with the deep voices). Manjiro was 100%, not a virgin and just depressed as hell. "Kakucho" Izana says holding the flip phone against his ear "How's everything going?"

Friday came by pretty quickly as usual. "It's fine as usual. You'll be out on Monday. Are you excited?" Kakucho, his childhood and right-hand man asks

Izana leans back in his shitty bed and stares out the window. It's about 10:30 am, the sun is still rising. "Yeah, about time. If it wasn't for the cute little doctor that gives me company during her night shift, would've gone fuckin' crazy for real"

"That sounds unprofessional" Kakucho mutters in disappointment

Izana laughs. "It's actually not like that. Cute kid, fresh outta uni"

Kakucho laughs. It's rare to hear Kakucho laugh. "I don't believe that one-bit Izana"

"Well, you better. Kaneko Maya, real eye candy" Izana hums and stares up at the white ceiling and starts to ramble about her "talks a lot and y’know I usually hate girls that yap but she's a real cutie. Thinkin' she can fix me and shit. It’s so fuckin’ cute. She's got this little notebook she takes notes on when she talks to me. Nosey as fuck but real cute. Got these blowjob eyes—"

"She's a psychiatrist, she's supposed to be nosey," Kakucho cuts him off before he can get vulgar, simultaneously ignoring the number of times Izana used the word cute to describe his psychiatrist "What did you say her name was again?"

Izana scoffs. "You gonna do a background check on my little doctor Kakucho? This late in too? 'M leavin' Monday"

"It's my job"

Of course, it was. Kakucho was protective. Overprotective at times. It was one of the reasons Izana kept him around. To feel wanted(and because he cared about him but Izana won't say that out loud). "Kaneko Maya. How 'bout ya’ tell me what cha' find when you're done"

"Of course"

And they end the phone call not long after. Izana sits in silence for a while and sighs tiredly. He stares down his left arm with the iv in it. Apparently whatever medication was being given to him was essential to his recovery but he really fuckin' hated it. He felt like actual shit. Tired all the time, sleepy as shit. He hated it. Oh well, he was getting out this Monday anyway. He had been here for 2 months and Maya had only been working here for a month. Perhaps had she been here the whole time the first month would have been more bearable as well. He was leaving Monday anyway. Maybe if Maya was that kind of girl she'd take up the offer of coming to his beach house and maybe she'd even put Manjiro in a good mood with those cute puppy eyes she has. After all, Manjiro has always had a fixation on cute and pretty things and Izana knew him long enough to know that. Izana hears his door click and inwardly sighs in annoyance at whoever was going to enter his room. He glares at the door but his harsh gaze immediately turns into one of surprise when seeing his night shift doctor. "what are you doing here?" He asks, narrowing his eyes at Maya

Maya is wearing her blue scrubs, her white doctor's coat sleeves folded to her elbows. She's got the pager clipped to her belt, the key bracelet thing around her wrist and her ID card securely clipped to the breast pocket on her coat. "wow no hi or good morning or how are you?" Maya asks sarcastically, the door shutting with a click behind her

Her eyes are slightly red and she looks exhausted. Her hair is tied back in a bun with a few curly strands framing her face. "Hi, good morning, how are you?" Izana says sarcastically then changes immediately to a more serious and authoritative tone "You ended your shift 6 hours ago. Go home"

Maya's shift starts from 9 pm to 4 am, she brings the patients dinner because the nurses pushed the job onto her, brings the trays back and down to the kitchen, then comes back up and sticks around as there wasn't much to do unless one of the patients/criminals, needed something which wasn't often. "Yeah... But I fell asleep in the breakroom after my shift and the old man in charge of the morning told me to take his shift and went home before I could say anything" she complained and plopped down on the chair and bolted down on the floor by his bed "I complained to the director but he told me that since I was here anyway I should just take the shift and he'd paid me extra"

Izana can't help but roll his eyes. She really wanted to pay off those loans huh? "I think that's called exploitation" He says

Which is huge coming from Izana considering what he does for a living. "Yeah but... Money" she shrugs "I get to leave at lunchtime though and don't have to come back for the night shift"

"Oh gee! How great!" Izana says sarcastically once again

Izana feels a bit odd being annoyed about the fact that his doctor is being taken advantage of. He's known her for a month and he knows she's kind and these other shitty old people employed here liked to take advantage of her kindness. To make it worse she rarely complained about it. Oh well, at least he gets to see her longer and talk to her for longer. "Haven't seen those before" Izana says looking at the two necklaces she was wearing

One was a gold oval pendant with a delicate border and the outline of a flower in the center of it. The second necklace, also gold, was a small butterfly pendant. Cute. "What's the thing in the center of the coin?" He asks "A rose?"

Maya looks down at her necklace and realizes they are untucked. It was a huge safety hazard considering she could be choked. But Sunshine Grove was a shitty psychiatric hospital and none of the employees really took safety seriously(Maya neither) so they rarely removed jewelry and just kept things like necklaces tucked under their clothes. "Ah~ it's a daffodil," Maya tells him, touching the pendant "my birth flower. My birthday's in March"

Izana chuckles. How cute. "Your birth flower, hm..."

One thing Izana liked about Maya was that she tended to ramble about random things that interested her. "Oh oh have you heard that greek myth story about daffodils?" She asks

Izana would usually be annoyed at this kind of rambling but perhaps Maya had the privilege to just talk. Pretty privilege is what Ran calls it. Izana forgot what he meant since he usually tunes whatever Ran says, out but he figures maybe this is what it is. "So basically there was this guy Narcissus. He was supposedly really good-looking. But he never found anyone that could attract him. He left a long trail of distressed and broken-hearted maidens, and one or two young men fell as well" she giggles a bit then continues the story "Then, one day, he happened to see his own reflection in a pool of water and, thus, discovered the ultimate in unrequited love and fell in love with himself. Obviously, this one-way relationship went nowhere, and Narcissus, unable to draw himself away from the pool, pined away in despair until he finally died of thirst and starvation"

Izana raises a brow. "What?"

"Yeah, and he turned into a daffodil. So another name for daffodils is Narcissus" 

Izana can't help but laugh. What a stupid story. "I'm guessing this shitty story has a moral like all Greek myths"

Maya nods. "I think it was a warning not a moral. Something like ‘love and obsession lie closer together than we think’ or something" 

Oh. Time passes by when Maya rambles. She was honestly the highlight of his day or well, night. But right now it was the day so she was the highlight of his day. He figures that since she's here right now she won't be here tonight and since it was Friday he won't see her till Monday. He’ll stay a while before he leaves on Monday to say goodbye. Time passes by fast and soon comes lunch. "You know doctor, if there's one thing I'll miss about this shitty place it'll be you talking my ear off" Izana says playfully

Maya laughs. "really well—" she pauses taking in his word "what do you mean? I'm still gonna be working here y'know"

"I'm leaving Monday. Getting discharged and will be back to my normal life" He tells her with a grin "what are you gonna miss me?"

He's being playful but the expression on Maya's face makes him confused. Why is she looking at him like that. He watches her pull out the little notebook of her's and flip through the pages. Izana watches as she mutters something to herself and all he hears are little curse. "Hey, doctor... What's wrong?" He asks in confusion

Why was this her reaction? Maya gets up and walks over to where his IV bag was hung up. She looks long and hard at the bag then turns to him. She's standing right next to him. She rarely gets this close. "You're leaving on Monday?" she repeats with a frown “like discharged and going home?”

Izana is starting to get worried and a bit aggravated, not understanding why she's looking at him like that. As far as he knew she knew nothing about him or what he did. So why was she giving him that look? "Doctor. I'd like to know why you're looking at me like that" Izana says slowly

He isn't nervous. Not at all. A man like him isn't nervous. He's concerned. There's a huge difference between the two emotions. He watches Maya take a breath. "Um... Mr. Kurokawa..." She pauses and looks at him nervously "What... What are you here for? What are you admitted here for?"

That question confuses him. Why was she asking him that? Shouldn't she know? "You should know what I'm here for" He tells her lowly, narrowing her eyes at him "You're my—"

"Mr. Kurokawa" Maya says, her voice a bit breathy 

She looks scared almost and it's starting to annoy the hell out of Izana. "Cocaine addiction. Now tell me why you're making that face"

Maya looks nervous, scared and confused. So many different emotions swirl around in her eyes. "So... You're not a convicted criminal?"

He was 100% a criminal but not a convicted one. No one has caught him yet but Maya didn't need to know that. "No and why does that relate to this?"

Maya looks like she might throw up. "You're here for addiction but you're on the fourth floor and not second" She says

"Why should I be on the second floor?" He asks, his voice demanding and angry

Maya sucks in a breath. "second floor is where patients admitted for addiction stay... You're on the fourth floor where the convicted criminals who got off by claiming insanity"

Oh. Oh… Maya chews nervously at her bottom lip. She looks like she might throw up and Izana is pissed. He's fucking pissed. He watches Maya pat her pockets and she pulls out a piece of gauze and then takes his hand. He's about to ask what she's doing but then she puts the gauze pad over the insertion site as gently as she can. She starts to pull it out, increasing pressure as she smoothly withdraws the catheter. Izana stays silent and watches her stick a bandaid to the area. "keep pressure on it for a few minutes" she mumbles and grabs the IV bag

Izana puts his thumb over his wrist where the IV was inserted and watches her. She looked like she was going to be sick and it was pissing him off. What the hell? Maya is about to leave but he stops her. "Doctor... If this is what I think it is..." Izana says slowly

Maya just shakes her head and leaves his room. Izana narrows his eyes, staring at the door. He looks down at his wrist where the IV was just taken out of and was now replaced with a bandage. He stares for a moment longer then pulls out the flip-phone again and calls Kisaki. 

"What's this?" Maya threw the half-empty IV bag onto the hospital director's desk

The hospital director, Doctor Nakamura, narrows his eyes at her. "I don't appreciate you coming in without knocking Doctor Kaneko" He says lowly

Maya wasn't going to back down today. She needed answers. She may be new, she may have just graduated a few months ago but what was wrong was wrong. "Why is Mr Kurokawa on the fourth floor and not the second? He's here for cocaine addiction not for a court order" Maya was going to get her answers today "Why is he being given a sedative and that too, that high of a dose?"

She didn't care about superiority or anything. It didn't matter. Not now when a patient was clearly not being treated for what he came for. This was against the ethics of a doctor. "Doctor Kaneko..." Doctor Nakamura says, grabbing the half-empty IV bag with a dark almost crazed look in his eyes "That man... That man is evil incarnate—"

Maya rubs her temples. "Cocaine addiction does not make a man evil incarnate. You run a psychiatric hospital you can’t say things like that. Whatever it is you did, whatever it is you're doing is wrong" Maya says sternly

This was making her sick. She couldn't believe this. She knew Sunshine Grove was shitty with how they'd push all the work onto her but she didn't think it was so shitty that they'd give a patient a drug they didn't even need. This was disgusting.  "Doctor Kaneko. You don't know what he did. this is much deeper than cocaine addiction"

"He's getting out on Monday! Mr. Kurokawa has been here for 2 months" Maya argues "If he did something so bad, he wouldn't be leaving. He'd be in jail"

Doctor Nakamura doesn't look like he has the patience for this. But Maya doesn't either. What was wrong, was wrong. "Listen Miss Kaneko..." He says slowly, now looking very aggravated, no longer using her proper title "We'll have this conversation on Monday when your shift starts. How about you go home? You must be exhausted"

It wasn't a suggestion but an order. "Unless you want to start looking for another hospital that will hire you, Miss Kaneko"

Maya feels a lump rise in her throat. No. Nonononono. No. She can't lose her job. She can't. She stares at Doctor Nakamura with wide eyes. This wasn't fair. She was trying to do the right thing and— shit. She opens her mouth to say something, to try and argue, to at least give him a threat of reporting him for mistreating Kurokawa Izana but nothing comes out. Maya feels powerless. It was between her livelihood and her morals. Was this what her mother meant? Was this what she meant when she said it was hard to be a doctor? Maya thought psychiatrists were different. She thought... She thought... This wasn't fair. She clenches his fists and lowers her head. "Yes sir" she says in defeat and promptly leaves the office

Maya walks back to the lockrooms with her head down. She feels like shit. She can't believe she gave in that easily. She hates herself. She can't even get herself to go back up to Izana's room and give him an explanation. She's horrible. She's a shit person and she knows that the guilt is gonna make her sick till she throws up. Maya pulls her hair out of the bun and runs her fingers through it angrily as she walks into the locker room without paying attention to her surroundings. stupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupidstupid— "shit!"

Maya looks up at realizes she just had her book main character moment where she bumps into the really hot guy's rock-hard chest. The guy no doubt was very hot. He's a security guard by the looks of the uniform but doesn't look like anyone she's seen on duty before. He has black hair parted in the center, olive-toned skin and heterochromatic eyes, one red and the other silver. But what really caught Maya's eye was the scar on his face. Starting from his left ear, going over the corner of his left(silver) eye then up across his forehead and disappearing into his hairline. Maya stops staring and lowers her gaze. "S-sorry" she stutters out "I wasn't watching where I was going. My bad"

He's tall and oh... Wow, he's well-built. Maya has to will herself to tear her gaze away from his chest. This guy 100% had a fricken six-pack underneath that uniform. "It's fine..." He pauses and looks at her up and down "You look tired Doctor"

Maya laughs nervously. Oh man, this guy was hot. It's almost making her forget about the guilt. Oh wait, nope she remembered it again. "Well, I'm new and you know, these oldies like pushing their work onto the newbies," She says with a shrug "I'm going home right now though... I haven't seen you around though"

The man is staring at her ID card pinned to her coat. "Hm.. Yeah, I am... I'll be taking the night shift from now on. 4th floor. They're just gonna be showing me around today"

Maya's eyes light up. New eye candy for the 4th floor now that Izana was leaving? Okay, maybe that makes her feel a little better. "Oh I work night shifts on the fourth floor too" she gives the man a friendly smile "I'm Doctor Kaneko Maya"

The man nods. Professional but also somewhat friendly. "Hitto Kakucho. I prefer just Kakucho"

Hitto? That was an odd last name. She doesn't think she's ever heard it before. But his odd last name slipped her mind pretty quickly due to the guilt she was feeling and the unholy thoughts about Kakucho that were going through her head. Oh man, he's hot and these contrasting feelings are making her head hurt. "I'll be seeing you on Monday then Doctor" Kakucho says "Get home safe"

Maya nods and Kakucho brushes past her. The locker room is once again engulfed in silence and now all that's left is Maya's guilt. She sighs and texts Chifuyu to ask him to pick her up. 

Maya sits outside in the reception area waiting for Chifuyu to come get her. She usually drives herself but last night Chifuyu insisted on driving her last night. Maya stares at the white tiled floor, sighing for the nth time. She felt like actual shit. The guilt is making her sick. Izana had been given that damn sedative for 2 months. Sometimes she'd administer it to him too. For what? For some messed up reason, she's still yet to find out. Maya feels guilty and gross and just horrible. She wants to cry. She hates this. None of this was fair. Why did it have to be her patient? Had she really just got herself caught up in something stupid all for the sake of money? Shit shit shit Maya really hated herself right now. "fuck~" she whines to herself and leans forward till her forehead touches her knees while she sits in the chair 

She feels like a stupid idiot. She should have just asked Izana what he was here for on the first day instead of trying to be nice and let him open up on his own. Now look where being nice got her. Maya flinches as her phone vibrates. She gets up and grabs her bag off the floor. It was probably Chifuyu. She bids goodbye to the man at the reception and leaves the building at the sight of a black car outside. Except it's not Chifuyu leaning against the car, it's Naoto. Her cheeks flush. Of-fucking-course Chifuyu was trying to play matchmaker. Right now wasn't a good time with how sick she felt. "hey" Naoto says with a small smile

He looks shy and had it not been for her guilt, Maya knows she'd probably be feeling the same way. "H-Hey, did Chifuyu send you?" Maya asks nervously "I'm so sorry"

Naoto shakes his head and opens the passenger seat of his car. "Oh no don't worry. Was on a break anyway. Chifuyu said he was busy and told me to come" 

Maya slides into the passenger seat and after making sure she's sitting comfortably he closes the door. Maya puts her bag on the floor of the car and puts on her seat belt. Naoto gets into the driver's side and starts the car. "I thought you had the night shift, what are you doing here so late?" He asks putting on his seatbelt

"They had a shortage... I'll be getting paid for overtime though so it's fine" Maya says trying to ignore the shitty feeling of guilt that just isn't going away

Oh man, she needed a drink. "You look exhausted. Should get some sleep when I drop you home" Naoto tells her as he pulls out of the parking lot and then out of the front gate of the hospital

"Yeah, I will.... gonna shower and just sleep and..." She pauses and thinks for a moment as they make it onto the main road "Can I ask you something?"

"You just did" Naoto points out with a small laugh and Maya can't help but laugh as well. "I'm kidding, ask away"

She thinks for a moment and tries her best to word her question. Perhaps getting an outside opinion would make her feel better. "You're a police officer, right? H-Has there ever been a time where you had to choose between your job or..." she pauses "Livelihood is a better word... Um... Has there ever been a time when you had to choose between your livelihood and your morals?"

Naoto looks surprised by her question. He keeps his eyes on the road as he answers. "W-well yeah... Have to all the time. Just last month I got called out on duty to arrest a woman for murder..." Naoto recalls then frowns "I asked her why she did it during interrogation she told me it was because the man raped her"

"Oh" Maya mumbles quietly

"You don't understand how badly I wanted to let her go. Murder is wrong but those cases... In those rare cases, even wrong can be right"

Maya takes in the information. She tries to apply it to her situation, to find just where the director was coming from but she couldn't. Kurokawa Izana didn't deserve that treatment. "But I have to say, Maya, if this is about work our situations are different... In other departments, things can be covered up by saying it was a fraud scam or corruption... In the medical department, however," He lowers his tone to "It's negligence of life... murder"

Maya's heart pounds. He was right. She didn't think of that. "Yeah... you're right" she mumbles

A silence washes over the car for a moment till Naoto speaks up again. "If there is something wrong at work, I can help you out" 

It was a nice offer but what was she supposed to say? Where was she supposed to start? Maya feels stupid because she knows she can just tell Naoto but she can't get herself to. She feels stupid and guilty and the feeling doesn't cease even as Naoto drops her off at her place. Maya's shoulder slouch as she unlocks her door. She hates this so much. A shudder passes through her suddenly at the feeling of being watched. Maya looks around for a moment and sees no one. She shakes her head and brushes it off as stress and goes into her home, locking the door behind her.

From the other side of the street, Kisaki Tetta blows out a cloud of smoke and scoffs.

notes: I do NOT condone any of the acts committed in this fic. Next chapter is gonna be my first time ever writing smut so plz, if it's bad I'm sorry 😭

I would also like to point out that I am a criminology major and don’t know much about the medical field, especially psychiatry. Everything written in this fic is not supposed to be accurate but just for the plot.

This is a double update so next chapter is already up. I have also added chapter summaries to the masterlist so go take a look!

I hope you enjoyed reading so far :)

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Can you explain why you're having difficulties with Racing Heartbeats? :( I hope that will be better soon. I hate writers block but I also don't know how to cure it. But is it just Racing Heartbeats or do you feel blocked writing fanfic in general? You also said you struggle with writers month, I wanted to try similar challenges in the future but that's exactly what I'm scared of. I'll just frustrate myself. Maybe you have tips?

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hi love! what a sweet question of yours <3

there's no real cure for a writer's block, i've come to learn. in 2020-2021 i've had the full two years of being insanely inspired to keep on writing and in the beginning of 2022 my brain just needed a breather. it sucks, it always does. what helps me most is to stop forcing myself to do anything, to not open those docs or anything. go for a nice long walk and think of nothing. and then, when you want to try again (because you have to keep trying!) start w something small. maybe a short story that has nothing to do with anything else (like i know those eyes, dear, always seeking). or maybe a playlist or a moodboard. just something easy to ease back in. and if that doesn't work to get you back to writing, well hey, at least ya got a cool moodboard!

for me, i feel fully blocked when it comes to racing heartbeats in particular. it's a complicated relationship i have w the fic that goes from 'this is my favorite thing ever written i'm so proud i've come this far' and 'can it be over already i'm sick and tired of it, my characterisation sucks and there's so many plotholes idk how i'll ever solve that'. and right now they both coexist (which is even more frustrating, bc i can't hate RH without also realising it's the coolest challenge i've ever given myself and how far i've come). and the 'when will you update' questions mostly drain me a bit bc then it feels like a chore. which is why i've decided to not update it until i'm back in a more positive mindset so i can be open to the comments again.

i'm struggling only a little bit with nanowrimo. i had an amazing start where i wrote more than my goal in the first ten days! but the past five days have been a bit tougher, both bc i'm not at a scene i could fully visualise and bc i haven't had all too much time. as my beloved @vmyosotis said: it's not a sprint race! gotta take pit stops sometimes. and occasionally one of those pit stops is a bottas-at-monaco pit stop. and that's okay!

i would definitely recommend to try joining a writing challenge, if you can. but only if you can be kind to yourself. only if you can be forgiving.

i joined nanowrimo to see how far i'd come. if it wasn't for nanowrimo and my beloved brainstorm buddy @vmyosotis for keep me under the charm, then that fic wouldn't be the 15k work it is right now. that work wouldn't be a trilogy with part 1 done. and i'm so so happy with it and feel so so motivated to write for it. but y'know, sometimes life gets in the way and you can't meat that 1,667 wordcount daygoal and that's okay. i'm in here for the fics at the end of the month, not a blindsighted 50k. the same goes for any challenges like kinktober/whumptober. 31 fics in 31 days? nah mate, just pick the ones you like and see how far you'd come. try new things.

challenges should have one purpose: trying new things.

whether it's new tropes or a huge fic when you've never written something big, it's all about trying something new. and that's super cool and gets you to grow as a writer. i guess that's the only tip i have: be kind to yourself and just see how far you'll come. because you'll look back after that challenge and go, whew. i've done something i never did before and it was really cool of myself.

hope this helps! and thanks for your question! i sure hope to see you participate in any challenge whenever you're ready <3

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