#these things are so fucking annoying to make and put into bags. big ass peaches scuffing the side of clear plastic. NIGHTMARE

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#these things are so fucking annoying to make and put into bags. big ass peaches scuffing the side of clear plastic. NIGHTMARE #thinking abt that poll on here that was like Oh what do you associate with the state of georgia #and peaches was leading by a huge amount

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bully!ony

bully!ony who always seems to know just what to say to make your sensitive self cry

bully!ony who’d hide your pencils and take your computer while you went to the bathroom

bully!ony who’d call you mean and annoying names like chubs, dough girl, muffin, dumb dumb, and cupcake. his favorite being peaches since that was the first thing he smelled the first time you walked passed him on campus.

“cmere peaches, need you t’do my homework so i can come back and terrorize you next semester”

bully!ony who was nearly a foot taller than you, towering over you with a mean look when he sees you doing something he doesn’t like.

“stop wearing this skimpy ass skirt. ass all out like a desperate bitch” he mumbled, his harsh, deep voice made you shrink in fear. this only brought a smile to his face, his pearly white teeth flashing at you as he shamelessly looked you over. “i-i like m-my skirt, s’pretty.” you whispered, your finger gravitating towards the middle of your glasses, pushing them up your nose as you looked up at the bully with big, scared, doe eyes.

ony’s smile began to fade, an unknown anger showing in him as he grabbed your bag from your shoulder, snatching book after book out of it before letting each one hit the floor. “s’pretty until you gotta pick shit up. now niggas gon be able t’see everything you got going on under it” he spit, his side colliding with yours as he walked past you and towards the door, not missing the little wet patch in your cotton panties as you bent over to pick up your stuff. “tch, slut…”

bully!ony who’d purposely put things too high or too low just to watch you struggle. the way your breasts would bounce as you jumped for your favorite book in his hand or the way your panties would show, your pretty pussy fighting against the fabric as you reached under a chair for your computer. he couldn’t help but feel his dick jump in excitement.

bully!ony who had no shame walking into your dorm room and taking your snacks, not even knocking on the door since he knew you kept it unlocked while you were in there.

bully!ony who’d copy off of your work constantly, giving you stern looks and a tight squeeze to your thigh to keep you quiet. it worked every time.

bully!ony who’d scare you into coming with him to parties, preying on your fear of being all alone as he’d tell you that the campus would be empty since everyone else would be there except you.

bully!ony who’d make you stay by him the entire time, leaving a big, strong palm on your ass at all times to “let niggas know”. you didn’t mind it though, never questioning anything he does since you were so cute, scared, and dumb.

bully!ony who couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous when he saw you getting hit on in the line for the bathroom.

“look really pretty in that skirt mama” eren said, his voice quickly making heat travel to your cheeks as you looked down at your pretty pink shoes. “t-thank you” you whispered. he heard you, but at the sight of your shy little face eren couldn’t resist teasing you a little. “whatchu say? you gotta speak up f’me pretty the music’s loud in here” as he spoke, his big hand found itself under your chin, lifting your gaze up to his pretty eyes as he stared at you with mischief written all over his face.

ony watched the whole scene unfold, his fists clenched tightly as he removed himself from his spot on the couch. you didn’t even notice him coming as you watched the person in front of you exit the bathroom. before you could say another word to eren you felt a strong hand grip the back of your neck, shoving you in the bathroom before ony followed you inside. he towered over you menacingly, “what was that?” you looked up him, fear and confusion written all over your face as you tried to understand what you did that upset him so much. “i-i don” “oh my god ‘i-i-i’ speak up chubs. you fucking him?”

tears quickly trickled down your cheeks, your mascara messing up as you wiped at them constantly with the sleeve of your pink long sleeve crop top. “n-no…never” you whispered, ony quickly wrapped a hand around your throat, turning you around towards the mirror as he bent you over the sink. “then scream real loud while i fuck you so he could hear”

bully!ony who told you all the time that only he was allowed to touch you since he was the “only man that gave you attention” when in actuality, every guy on campus wanted to be with you but he’d scare each of them off before they even tried.

bully!ony who’d constantly fluster you from shamelessly lifting up your skirt while you sat with him in the library to slapping the fatty flesh of your ass while you bent over to get one of your pencils he’d drop.

bully!ony who couldn’t help but notice that you’ve been a little off lately. the pencils and books he’d enjoy stealing and hiding nowhere to be found as you sat in class with just your computer. tears were in your eyes as you sat in front of the black screen, not even trying to get any notes down as you let your sadness fall down your cheeks.

bully!ony who followed you around for the rest of the day searching for the boy who thought it was okay to mess with you when you were alone. breaking your pretty pink pencils and wetting up your favorite books. “this him muffin?” ony said, holding the guy by the back of his collar with a big tattooed hand as he awaited your reply. you nodded your head, your mascara filled tears drying on your chubby cheeks as you looked at the petrified look the boy carried. ony took one deep breath before telling you to go wait for him in his car. you listened without hesitation, not wanting to anger him further.

he returned to the car with blood covering his knuckles, anger still lingering over his face but it was much calmer than before. “y-your hands” you mumbled but he ignored you, silently making his way to his apartment. even though the two of you have had sex multiple times you’ve never been to his apartment, always settling for a bathroom quickie or your dorm room so you were very surprised to see the huge, spacious apartment this man had. “rooms right there” he mumbled, nodding his head towards his door. you quietly made your way in there, lightly sitting at the edge of his bed as you let todays events replay in your mind.

as ony finally joined you in the room, you noticed the blood from his hands as well as his tight black t shirt nowhere to be found. his broad chest full of tattoos moving closer and closer to your face before he was standing right in front of you. arousal quickly rushed inside your panties as your eyes moved up to his inked neck then to the sexy, dark brown skin of his face. “ass up” was all he said and you complied immediately, making him scoff as he watched your skirt instantly move up your back, putting your soaked panties on full display for him. “knew you’d be wet…slutty lil bitch” he mumbled, rubbing his thumb up and down the wet fabric before pulling it to the side.

ony freed himself from his sweats, lining up with your entrance before sinking into you fully. your pretty moans only drove him crazier as he already started building up to a quick pace. “fuck peach you so tight” he groaned, his hands pushing down on your back as he fed deep strokes into your pussy. your eyes where already in the back of your skull, your hands gripping the sheets as you took each and every inch of him. “o-ohhhh my g-odddd” you moaned, your pussy only getting wetter as you felt ony fuck you even harder, his hips slapping against your ass as he let the rest of his anger out on your body.

“only i can be mean t’you right cupcake? only daddy can make you cry?” he said, his deep voice making your walls clench as you replied with a whiny “only you daddy”. ony gave you a satisfied slap on the ass, his pace quickening as he angled his hips down towards your g spot. “and only i can make you feel good, fuck this pussy just how you like it?” you nodded your head but ony wanted words, his hand leaving a harder slap on your ass as his other hand went to pull you up a little by your hair. “talk t’daddy baby or do y’want me t’stop?” a whine instantly flew from your lips, your ass moving back on him harder as you begged for him to continue. “n-no! only you can t-touch me daddy pleaseeee, just keep goinggg”

a smirk crept onto his lips, his dick twitching in excitement at your obedience as he fucked you just the way you liked it.

bully!ony who had been in love with you since he met you but didn’t know how to tell you, settling for picking on you and your pretty little pussy until he got the right words together to ask you out properly. until then he’d settle for being your big, mean, scary bully and you his pretty, timid, quiet little peach.

#aot x black reader #onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #onyankopon x black!reader #aot smut #onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon x black reader #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon x black!reader #aot onyankopon smut #aot onyankopon x black y/n #aot x black y/n #aot x chubby reader #aot x black!reader #aot x poc!reader

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Aim For The Heart | Chapter 5: Crimson Pages

Pairing: hitman!jungkook x female reader

Genre: E2L, romance, angst, drama

WC: 6k

Warnings for this chapter: strong language, mentions of murder, blood, alcohol consumption, kook is an ass, tae is hot af, I think that’s it let me know if I need to add anything else

Tag list: @moonchild1 @hopekookies @barbellastyles98 @teresaisla @ggukkieland @mwitsmejk @scuzmunkie @jaebeomsblackgf @sugaslittlekookies @moon-asia @armyhollander @yoonchrisgullwrites @njkbangtan @higashikatasgf

summary; Jeon Jungkook is an infamous hitman, known for his inability to fail at whatever job is thrown his way. At least, up until now. Y/n, a kind-hearted and full of life teacher, is his newest target. Jeon isn’t sure who would put a hit on this seemingly innocent girl, but fortunately, that isn’t his problem. All he has to do is pull the trigger.

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The sound of pans clanging around in the kitchen brings Jungkook out of the deep slumber he was in. It was the first time in more than a week that he actually got a decent amount of sleep. 

Jungkook groans and rubs his eyes tiredly. 

When he is finally able to orient himself and remember where he is, he squints in the direction of the kitchen to see a shirtless Taehyung digging around in his pantry. 

"The hell are you doing?" Jungkook slurs.

Taehyung turns around when he hears the younger's voice, "Oh, morning Kook."

Then he turns and continues to rummage around noisily. Jungkook sighs and drops his head back down onto his pillow. He flings one of his arms over his eyes to block the sunlight streaming in and reminding him of the precious sleep he just lost. 

After a minute, Taehyung walks over and slaps Jungkook on the stomach.

Jungkook flinches, then groans in annoyance, "What the hell?" He snaps at Tae.

The older boy just smirks down at him, "Do you even eat? There's literally nothing to eat here but ramen and a few mushy apples."

Jungkook rubs his eyes, "What?" 

"Food. Sustenance. You have none." Tae speaks up louder making Jungkook flinch again. 

"If you're gonna complain then get the fuck out," Jungkook mumbles sleepily, turning away from his idiotic friend and closing his eyes again. 

Taehyung rolls his eyes, then slaps Jungkook's ass, hard.

The sleepy boy jerks up and turns to grab at Taehyung angrily, "Leave me alone, asshole!  Go find your own food!" He shouts, slapping at Tae's chest. 

"Come with me."

"No."

"Please."

"Fuck off." Jungkook snarls then lies down again. 

Tae sighs and sits on the edge of Jungkook's bed, "Grumpy butt." He mutters. 

Jungkook turns his head to peek at Tae, then he sighs, "Fine. Get dressed."

"Yippee!" Tae gets up and runs over to where his bag is, pulling out his clothes as fast as he can. Jungkook sighs tiredly and forces himself to get up and dress too. _

"So, when are you supposed to be finished?" Tae asks around a mouthful of food. He and Jungkook are in a small cafe, eating the breakfast that he so graciously offered to pay for. 

Jungkook finishes chewing and swallows before answering him, "They wanted it done within a month."

"A month? That's a big window. Most hits are a few days to a week." Tae muses as he takes another bite of his pancakes. 

"I know," Jungkook mutters, confused himself. They had assured him that a month was expected, even when he told them, again and again, he could get it done within a week at the most. 

Turns out he was wrong. 

There must be something they know that he doesn't.

Jungkook still can't shake the feeling that the target is playing with him somehow. She must be putting on an act to catch him off guard when he least expects it. 

"Sooo," Tae drawls, "Are you going to take a month to get it done?"

Jungkook sends him a glare, "Of course not, why would I waste time on one target?"

Tae shrugs, looking at Jungkook closely as he takes another bite of his food. 

"How long has it been?"

"That's none of your business-"

"Why are you being so secretive all of the sudden?" Tae snaps, making Jungkook glance around to see if anyone is listening to their conversation. 

There are only two other tables with people at the moment and none of them seem interested in anything going on around them outside of their little bubbles. 

Good. 

He turns back to his older friend and whispers fiercely, "Stop being so loud for fuck's sake. Are you trying to let the entire restaurant know what we're talking about?"

Tae just sneers at him before continuing to devour his breakfast, "I bet you a thousand bucks I'll be done with my hit before you're done with yours."

"Fuck off."

"No, I'm serious," Taehyung swallows the chewed-up pancake in his mouth, "I bet you one thousand that I'll be done first."

"No." Jungkook takes another bite, trying to ignore the young man sitting on the other side of the table. 

"What? You scared you'll lose?" Taehyung taunts with a smirk on his face, "Why should someone as good at what he does as you be afraid of a tiny school teacher?"

Jungkook glances up at Taehyung, his eyes burning with anger, "Fine, you know what? I'll take your bet."

Tae drops his fork onto his plate and reaches across the table. When Jungkook takes his hand, he shakes it once, "Deal," Tae says triumphantly. 

Jungkook just shakes his head and goes back to eating. He rolls his eyes when Tae speaks up again, "So, what's your plan?"

"You think I'd tell you?" Jungkook scoffs. 

Taehyung shrugs, stuffing his mouth again. ______________

"Miss ___?"

You look up from the worksheets you were going through at your desk. The kids have been working quietly at their seats with whatever they wanted to do at this time. 

A tiny girl named Minju is looking at you with big brown eyes, her long black hair is in two ponytails, one on each side of her head. You smile at her and set your pen down. 

"How c-can I help you, M-Minju?"

She hands you a picture that she drew, "This is for you." 

You look at it and see a few stick-figure kids smiling and holding hands in a line, at the end of the line is you, smiling and holding onto Minju's hand. You're even wearing your favorite white skirt and peach blouse, along with your chunky tennis shoes. 

A few tears spring to your eyes and you look back at the small girl, "It's b-beautiful Minju. This m-must have taken you s-so long to do!"

She shakes her head and smiles shyly, "It only took me maybe a little bit of time?"

You laugh and hold the picture to your chest, "I l-love it. Thank y-you so much."

She nods again, then she leans in closer to whisper softly, "You know we love you, right Miss ___?" 

You try your best to hold in your tears as you nod, "I love you little d-ducklings too."

"Oh yes, we know!" She whispers enthusiastically before turning and hurrying back to her seat. You smile at her as she sits down and gets to work on another picture. 

You place the picture as carefully as you can into your bag, wanting to frame it when you get home later. You're sure you have a frame somewhere that will fit it. 

The rest of the school day goes by smoothly, nothing much happening besides the kids getting a lot of their school work done. You always give them time to do their homework on Fridays so they don't have to worry about it over the weekend. 

You haven't seen Jungkook for a few days now, ever since you two hung out that day earlier this week. You were starting to wonder if there was something about you that he found annoying, then you reminded yourself of Mina's words to you a few years ago. 

"If someone doesn't like you for who you are, please don't waste your precious time on them, ___. You're worth more than that."

It isn't your problem if someone doesn't like you, you're just going to keep on doing what you do best. And that's being a friend to anyone who wants it.

With that in mind, you pack up your stuff after seeing the kids off and wishing them a good weekend. 

You look up when someone suddenly opens your classroom door, not even bothering to knock. 

When Mr. Baek walks in, you feel your stomach drop. 

"How c-can I help you?" You ask politely. 

He chuckles darkly and you feel a shiver go down your spine when he walks over and sits on the edge of your desk, pushing his glasses up his long nose. 

"Next week is the last week of school," He says casually. 

You nod, "Y-Yes, it is."

He looks at you pointedly, "Are you coming back next year?" 

You swallow thickly, "U-Um, I th-think so."

His demeanor changes suddenly and he glares at you before standing up, knocking some of the papers off your desk as he does. 

Then he leaves without another word, practically slamming the door shut behind him. 

You stare at the door in confusion, wondering what he has always had against you. He hasn't been very pleasant to you ever since you started working here back in August of last year.

You shake it off and finish packing your things. 

When you're all packed up, you peek outside of your door, checking both ways down the halls to see if he's lingering around anywhere. When you don't see him, you slip out of your classroom and hurry down the hall towards the front.

You peek your head out the front too, glancing both ways before coming out and cautiously walking down the front steps. 

Fixing your bag on your shoulder, you hurry down the sidewalk, just wanting to go home and not stop anywhere today. 

"Hey, wait up."

You jump out of your skin at the sound of a voice right behind you. Then you turn and see Jungkook walking closer to you, a look in his eyes that you can't decipher. 

"Heading home?" He asks casually. 

You nod, a smile slowly spreading on your face at the sight of someone who you think might be your friend after all. 

Jungkook smiles at you, but you notice something flash in his eyes before he smothers it and comes closer, "Can I walk you home?" He asks.

You look at him closely, trying to figure him out. When you can't, you nod once again, "Yes, tha-that would be ni-nice. Thank y-you."

Jungkook walks next to you as you continue on your way home. You try your best to think of something to say, but you aren't sure what to ask to make the awkward tension between you two break. 

You glance over at Jungkook and see him watching his feet as he walks. That brings a smile to your face again. 

You look down at your feet and notice how much bigger Jungkook's feet are than yours. Even with your tennis shoes, his feet look huge. 

A tiny giggle escapes your lips and Jungkook lifts his head to look at you.

"What's so funny?" He asks in confusion.

"Oh, n-nothing." You assure him before biting your lip and looking down at your feet again. Jungkook squints at you suspiciously but lets it go. 

When he looks back down he notices that your walking pace has matched with his. 

He looks to the side at you and feels a tiny pinch in his chest when he notices how concentrated you are on trying to make sure your pace matches his. Jungkook forces himself to look away, not liking the feeling that's coming over him all of the sudden. 

Remember why you started this, Jungko-

"Where h-have you been, J-Jungkook?"

He starts at the sudden sound of your voice, then when he regains his composure he laughs sheepishly, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. 

"I've been busy with work." 

"Oh."

"And an old friend of mine came to town." He explains further, not sure why he feels the need to. 

"Ah, r-really?" You ask enthusiastically, clearly excited for him, "That m-must be so n-nice."

"Meh, he can be a pain." Jungkook chuckles and you smile at that, then you frown. 

"If your f-friend is visiting, you ought t-to be h-home with him."

"Nah, he's fine," Jungkook reassures you quickly, "He's probably just eating my food and watching TV." 

You laugh at that, a bright sound that makes Jungkook genuinely smile for the first time since meeting you. You can see the smile in his eyes. 

Then it's like it vanishes into thin air as he clears his throat.

"Anyway," He mutters, "Want to hang out this weekend?"

You look at your fingers that you are fiddling with, it's a habit you've had for years. Then you nod, "S-Sure, we c-can invite your friend-"

"No, it's fine," Jungkook cuts off your suggestion. For some reason, he doesn't want you to meet Taehyung. 

Or maybe he doesn't want Taehyung to meet you.

Either way, he doesn't like it. 

"I mean," He continues when he sees the look of confusion on your face, "He has something with work this weekend. He's on a business trip right now. So, he doesn't have a ton of time to hang out." Jungkook explains in a rush.

Now he's just rambling.  

He clears his throat and nods, shutting up. 

"Oh, ok." You say simply. 

Jungkook breathes a sigh of relief when you don't push it any further. 

You make it back to your house a little while later, Jungkook walking you up the stairs and right to your door. 

"Thank you, f-for walking me h-home." You say sweetly, smiling at him. Jungkook just nods, then after a moment of silence he speaks up, "So, what time did you want to hang out tomorrow?"

"Um, maybe w-we can meet for l-lunch?" You suggest. 

Jungkook agrees quickly, "Alright, then I'll meet you downstairs at noon." Then he turns and hurries away, just like he always does. 

You laugh at his behavior, wondering why he always seems to be in some kind of rush. Then you go inside, setting your things down before heading to your closet to find that frame you know you have that will fit the picture from Minju perfectly.

-

"Where were you?" 

Jungkook rolls his eyes at the words Tae speaks right as he comes into his apartment, "Does it matter?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"I was bored all day long." Taehyung pouts.

Jungkook makes a face at him, "Entertain yourself then, idiot. I wasn't even gone for longer than an hour."

Tae watches Jungkook as he pulls his shoes off, "Were you working?" He asks with a lilt to his voice. 

"If you must know, I needed to take a walk alone, without you talking my fucking ear off." Jungkook snaps. 

Taehyung's eyebrows raise to his hairline, "Fuck, someone's grouchy. You on your period, Jeon?"

Jungkook looks up at Tae, dropping his shoes on the ground, an unamused expression painting his features. 

He sees Tae's mouth twitching as he fights the urge to laugh. That just pisses Jungkook off even more. He bends to grab his shoes to put them back on, but Tae jumps up from the couch and hurries over to knock the shoes out of his hand. 

"I was kidding, JK. Jeez."

"Why are you even here?" Jungkook asks in exasperation, "Aren't you supposed to be getting a hit done or something?"

"Don't pretend you don't like having me here," Tae smirks and punches Jungkook lightly on the arm. 

"I don't."

Tae frowns, "You used to be a lot more fun."

"Well, I'm not anymore, so leave me alone." Jungkook brushes past Taehyung to get to the kitchen. But he gets stopped once more when Tae grabs his arm. 

He looks at Tae in annoyance, "What is it?"

"I should be asking you that. The last time I saw you was a year ago and you were my same old Kook. What happened-"

"I grew up, okay?" Jungkook yanks his arm back and continues his trek to the kitchen to scrounge through the fridge. 

"Growing up doesn't equal being an asshole to your best friend," Tae mutters before moving to the couch and plopping down onto it, now in just as much of a funk as Jungkook is.

The younger boy pulls a bottle of soju out of the fridge and glances at his friend sitting on the couch, his brows furrowed and his arms crossed over his chest. 

Jungkook purses his mouth before moving over to the couch and holding the bottle out to Tae. 

The older boy looks away in a huff. 

Jungkook sighs, "Look, Tae. I'm sorry, okay?"

Taehyung glances at him, "Sorry for what?"

Jungkook fights the urge to roll his eyes, "For being an asshole." 

Taehyung snatches the bottle and opens it with ease, taking a quick sip before grinning at Jungkook, "Ok. I forgive you, you little shit."

Jungkook's nose twitches in irritation but he doesn't say another word. 

"Well, I'm hungry," Tae says simply, taking another swig. 

"Me too." Jungkook sighs, sitting on the couch. 

"We need to go grocery shopping." Tae looks pointedly at his young friend. 

They sit there in silence for a minute before Jungkook heaves a huge sigh, "We can go on Sunday."

"Why not today?" 

"Because they have a lot more deals on Sunday," Jungkook says, making Tae choke on his next drink. 

"The fuck, Jeon? What are you, an old woman?" He wipes his lips, smiling at the glare Jungkook gives him. 

"No, I just prefer not to spend a fortune on things like food."

Tae shakes his head in disbelief, "Who the fuck are you these days?"

Jungkook just stands up to head to the bathroom, "I'm taking a shower. There's some ramen in the pantry." 

"I'm sick of ramen," Tae moans. 

"Good." ______________

You swipe the lip gloss over your lips gently, not wanting too much. 

You never really wear make-up but you decided you wanted to try it out today and ask Jungkook how it looks. Mina is usually the one to tell you all the things you can do to improve it or tell you how good it looks. Since your best friend won't be back for another three weeks, you suppose Jungkook will have to do. 

You look at the simple look you did, with just a little coverage, some mascara, gloss, and a tiny bit of blush. You think it looks okay, it's definitely a subtle difference. 

Then you hurry to your closet to get out your favorite white skirt. You decide to wear your peach blouse today as well since it always lifts your mood and you could definitely use a mood-lifter. 

When you're finished pulling your clothes on, you look at your phone and notice that it's a little after noon. 

"Oh!" You run out to grab your purse, tripping a little on your own feet before you get on the ground and pull your shoes on. 

By the time you're running down your steps, Jungkook is wondering if you've forgotten your plans as he stands downstairs and looks at the time on his phone. 

Then he looks up to see you bounding down the steps, your hair flying around and your skirt hiked up as you hold it so you don't trip. 

His eyebrows shoot up as you stumble in front of him. 

"So-Sorry I'm late." You huff out as you struggle to get your hair out of your lip gloss where it decided to stick. 

Jungkook shakes his head, "You're not late. I just got here." He isn't sure why he lies to make you feel better, but he does. 

Then he notices that you're wearing make-up. It's not a lot, a very light look. But, it doesn't look that bad-

He shakes his head again to clear it. 

No. No, no, no. 

Jungkook clears his throat as you watch him curiously, "Y-You okay, Jungkook?" 

He nods, "Fine. Let's go."

Then he turns and starts to walk briskly.

You hurry to catch up with him. 

-

"You p-pick the food thi-this time." You say with a smile when he asks you what you want for lunch. 

Jungkook looks around, then he points to a little restaurant, "How about that place?"

Well, that was easy. 

You nod, "Sure! I've n-never been there."

"Me neither," Jungkook admits as you two make your way there. 

You laugh at that and Jungkook finds himself fighting a smile. 

Stop it. 

Stupid. 

Jungkook opens the door and walks in, once again leaving you to grab the door before it hits you. You brush it off and follow him in. 

"Table for two?"

You see a girl in a black and white dress holding two menus and smiling at the two of you. Jungkook nods uncertainly and you two follow her to a table in the middle of the room.  

After you sit, you look around and see a few couples eating at different tables around the restaurant. You look at Jungkook to see he's already looking through the menu. 

"This place is fancier than it looked from the outside," Jungkook says with a frown as he looks over the options. He hadn't meant to take you to a nice place. 

You grab your menu and open it up, almost gasping at the prices. 

Then you look at Jungkook again. He glances up to see your huge eyes peeking at him from over your menu. 

"L-let's get out of h-here." You whisper suddenly. 

"What?" He whispers back. 

You glance behind you to see the waitress coming over with some water for you both. She sets it down and smiles graciously. 

"Would you like to order some other drinks?" She asks politely. 

You look at Jungkook in a panic. 

He gulps and looks back at the waitress cluelessly. You realize he is just out of his element as you are, so you speak up. 

"C-Could we have another m-minute p-please?" 

Her whole face changes when she hears your voice. Her eyebrow twitches and she bites back a laugh as she bows and moves away. 

You have no idea why she did that so you just brush it off, but Jungkook has a feeling it had to do with your stutter. He looks at you as you glance around the fancy room cluelessly, that same feeling coming over him that he got the other day. He pushes it down again. 

Then he jumps a little when you take his menu away from his face and whisper, "C-Come on, let-let's escape while she isn't l-looking." 

Jungkook stares at you like you're crazy when you watch her walk away into the kitchen before jumping out of your chair. 

"We haven't even b-bought anything yet. Co-Come on!" Then you reach over and grab his hand, dragging a very confused Jungkook out of his chair and practically running out of the restaurant. 

You're giggling like a little school girl as you run down the sidewalk, still holding onto Jungkook's hand tightly. He doesn't fight it, just follows you until you run into a small dress shop. 

When you finally let go of his hand, you turn and the smile on your face is bright as you reach a hand up to cover your mouth. You can't seem to stop laughing at the situation. 

Jungkook is frozen in his place, still trying to figure out what just happened. 

"W-We should find somewhere else to eat f-food." You say, still giggling a little.

Finally, Jungkook seems to come out of his shock and nods, "Uh, yeah...where should we go?"

You shrug, "It's s-still your tu-turn to pick." 

Jungkook can't help staring as you blink a few times, looking around the shop, then your head cocks to the side for a second. 

It's almost like you can't control it. 

Then you look back at him and notice him staring at you, making your already pink cheeks turn even pinker. 

"Uh, y-you okay Jungkook?" 

You snap in front of his face and he blinks back into reality, "Oh. Oh yeah, sorry." He rubs the back of his neck, feeling awkward that you caught him staring at you. 

You just send him a bright smile and shake your head, blinking hard a few times, "It's okay, I-I b-blank out sometimes t-too." 

Jungkook takes a deep breath and looks out the window, watching people walking by on the sidewalk. 

"Let's just find some food. I'm starving." He mumbles, then he hurries out of the shop, you hot on his heels. 

You two find a small cafe that isn't nearly as fancy as the other place and go inside. 

Jungkook leads you to a table for two and you take a seat. There are already menus on the table and you reach for one. 

Jungkook reaches at the same time and your hand brushes his. He pulls back like you burned him and you look at him apologetically, "S-Sorry."

He just swallows and gestures for you to take one, so you do. 

"Ohh, this looks m-much better." You say happily when you glance over the menu. 

Jungkook mumbles an agreement, relieved you two aren't at the other place anymore. As much as he hates to admit it to himself, he's glad you got both of you out of that. 

You end up ordering a few different dishes that you agree to share so you can try more things. There isn't much talk until the food comes, then you're both too busy stuffing your faces to speak. 

When you've had your fill, you sit back and sigh, rubbing your tummy with your hand. "Ohh, I'm so f-full," You moan, "Lo-Look, I've got a food b-baby!" You exclaim, laughing. 

Jungkook snickers for a second before smothering it and continuing to eat the rest of the food that you can't stomach. 

You frown, wondering why he won't just let himself laugh. Then you decide right then and there that you'll get him to laugh someday, whatever it takes. 

Jungkook ends up asking for a box for the leftovers because apparently, he isn't a bottomless pit like you initially thought. He explains when he sees the confused look on your face, "I was going to bring some back for my friend if that's alright?"

"Oh! Of c-course." You say with a smile. Jungkook wonders again how you can smile so much all the time and not have sore cheeks. 

You and Jungkook bicker for a moment over who pays the bill, then you end up deciding to split it up. Jungkook pays for more than half of it, insisting that he ate more anyway. When the bill is paid and the rest of the food is packed up, you two head out. 

Jungkook looks up at the clouds for a minute before speaking, "So, what should we do now?"

You're quiet for a minute, then you hold up a hand, "I h-have an idea!" 

Jungkook nods, "What is it?"

"F-Follow me." Then you scurry away. 

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Jungkook looks at you in confusion. 

You had him sit down on a big rock in the nearby park as you dug through your bag. Now, you're finally pulling out a sketch pad and some pencils. 

"Want t-to draw?" You ask happily. 

Jungkook feels a pinch in his chest at the sight of blank paper and colored pencils. He hasn't picked up a colored pencil since he was fifteen years old. 

Since right before this all started...

He snaps out of it when you gently place a blank piece of paper on his lap. Then you pick out all the colors of the rainbow and reach out to grab his hand. You open his hand and place the pencils in his waiting palm. 

Jungkook feels his palms get sweaty when he closes his fingers around the pencils.

"Th-There you go. Now, d-draw whatever you'd l-like." You say, the teacher in you coming out. 

You see a small smile on his face before he again hides it and adjusts himself on the rock. He hands the pencils back to you, pushing them into your hands roughly. 

"I don't want to, thanks though." 

You frown at that, wondering why he's upset all of a sudden. 

"Did I d-do something wro-wrong?" You ask anxiously, aware of his change in behavior. 

"I'm tired is all," Jungkook says as he stands up suddenly, the piece of paper you gave to him floating down next to you on the ground. You take it carefully and place it in your bag along with the pencils. 

"Ok. I'll j-just go home then." You say, picking yourself up off the ground, "You sh-should go get some r-rest, Jungkook." You say kindly, putting your purse over your shoulder. Jungkook doesn't meet your eyes as he nods. 

"See you later," Jungkook says stiffly before turning and walking away. 

You bite your lip, waving goodbye to him even though he can't see you.

-

Jungkook runs up the stairs to his apartment, bursting through the door and tugging his shoes off. He notices that Tae isn't here as he walks over and sits on his bed. 

What the hell is the matter with him?

Why does he feel like this?

Suddenly the door opens and Taehyung struts in, pulling his shoes off and dropping them by the door. Jungkook looks up and does a double-take when he sees his friend. 

Taehyung is in a black and white suit, the first few buttons of his shirt undone, the tie loosened and his black hair a bit messed up. He looks rumpled like he was just in a fight. But that isn't what takes Jungkook by surprise. 

His friend is covered in bright red blood.  

And he's smiling brightly, his white teeth a shining contrast against the dark stains on his clothes. 

Jungkook swallows, "What the fuck, Tae?"

Taehyung just grins wider, "I win." 

Jungkook hangs his head, "You came up the damn stairs like that? You fucking dumbass. What if someone saw you?"

"No one saw me, chill JK!" Taehyung walks over and holds his hand out, "I believe you owe me something." 

Jungkook fishes his wallet out of his back pocket and pulls out the amount they promised before shoving it into Tae's bloody chest. 

Then he walks to the kitchen and grabs the to-go box he brought back. He holds it up for Tae to see, "This is for you. Wash up before you eat it though."

Taehyung walks over and touches Jungkook lightly on the chin, "Thanks, sweetie." Jungkook pulls away, feeling something on his face that was on Tae's finger. He reaches up to wipe the blood off of his chin, "Go wash up," He snaps. 

Tae just nods and saunters off into the bathroom. 

A few hours later, Jungkook is in bed and listening to Taehyung rant about how fucking satisfying it was to rid this world of that rapist bastard and how Jungkook should've seen the look on his hit's face when he realized who he was and why he was there. 

"So, how is your hit coming along? How is ___ doing?" Tae asks suddenly. 

Jungkook tenses at the sound of your name, then he remembers that Taehyung saw the file and that's how he knows your name. 

"I'll be done soon," Jungkook assures him quietly. 

"Mm." Tae responds, then he yawns, "What does she look like anyway? I didn't get to see since you tore up the picture."

Jungkook swallows thickly, "Why does it matter?"

"Is she hot?"

"No."

"Come on, I bet she's a fucking cutie. That's why you're so down in the dumps." 

"She's just a fucking idiot. She's annoying, stupid, ugly, and can't even speak correctly." Jungkook huffs out in a single breath before turning on his side and slamming his head down on his pillow again. 

The silence after that is deafening. 

"The fuck you mean she can't speak correctly?" Taehyung guffaws suddenly. 

"It means exactly how it sounds. She's just a worthless nobody." Jungkook spits. 

Tae laughs quietly, "Damn, that's harsh, Kook. Even for you."

"Shut the hell up and go to sleep."

"As you wish. Night, JK."

"Goodnight." Jungkook grits out. 

When he's finally able to drift off to sleep, Jungkook finds himself in an apartment that he's never been in before. His brain tells him that it's his target's place. 

He looks around, wondering why it's so quiet. He walks to the back, looking at all of the childish pictures decorating the walls of the hallway. 

"Hello?" He calls out cautiously. 

When he gets no answer, he walks into the room at the end of the hall. There's a big bed with a giant octopus stuffie on it. Next to the bed is a pair of pink slippers. 

Jungkook turns and walks into the bathroom inside the room, there's no one. When he moves to leave, he sees his reflection in the mirror and freezes.

He's covered in blood. 

A dark crimson color decorating every inch of him. 

Jungkook turns and sees the bed again, but this time, there's someone in it. He walks out of the bathroom and sees a body lying motionless on the mattress. It's also covered in blood. 

His heart rate picks up as he sees sudden flashing images of the target, holding his hand and dragging him out of a restaurant, laughing giddily. Then you're kneeling in front of him on the grass and offering him a blank piece of paper, "You can d-draw anything, Jungkook." You stand up and swing your arms out, "Draw m-me!" 

Then the images are gone and he once again sees the lifeless body on the bed. It's wearing a long white skirt and a peach-colored shirt, their socks are bright pink with frills. He can't stop seeing all of the little details. 

Jungkook stops breathing as he inches closer to see the face.

A feeling of dread washes over him as he steps closer and closer. 

"J-Jungkook?" A small voice whispers somewhere near him, but he doesn't stop walking closer. He needs to see it. He needs to see their face. 

"Jungkook, I th-thought you were m-my friend-"

He swallows thickly his throat suddenly dry as he is about to see the face of the person he just killed. Then someone walks through the bedroom door, he looks up and sees Taehyung smirking, covered in blood as well. 

"Nice, JK. I guess you really had it in you." 

The small voice doesn't stop as Jungkook turns back to see hair covering the girl's face. He reaches over and moves the hair gently-

"J-Jungkook-"

"Jungkook..."

"Jungkook!"

"JUNGKOOK!"

Jungkook shoots straight up, his eyes wide open as he grabs at his chest. He starts to cough while he feels himself, trying to make sure he isn't covered in blood. 

He's in his own bed. 

Fucking hell he's in his own bed.

"Shit, the hell kind of dream were you having?" Taehyung's voice rings out next to him. Jungkook flinches and looks to the side to see Tae sitting on the edge of his bed. 

"You're sweating like a turkey the day before Thanksgiving." Tae laughs.

Jungkook ignores him and stumbles out of bed, trying to get to the bathroom.

Taehyung watches in confusion as Jungkook fumbles his way into the bathroom and then he hears his younger friend fall on the ground before he starts to gag.

"Hey, whoa. You okay, Jeon?" Tae gets up and moves to the bathroom to see Jungkook hunched over the toilet and throwing up whatever was in his stomach. 

The older boy plugs his nose and gags at the sight, "Shit, Kook. Fuck." 

By the time Jungkook's stomach is emptied of its contents, Tae has all the young man's clothes off apart from his boxers and has tossed him into the shower to rinse him clean. Tae gags again at the smell as he rinses Jungkook off before putting some shampoo in his hair and rinsing him again.

"Fucking pain in my ass," Tae mutters angrily. 

Once Jungkook is all cleaned off, Taehyung grabs him some fresh boxers and a pair of sweats to put on. He tosses them on the closed toilet seat and closes the door behind him so Jungkook can get dressed in private. 

A few minutes later, Jungkook comes out of the bathroom, his hair wet but he's clean and in nice new clothes. His cheeks are pink from embarrassment, but Tae just waves it off when he tries to speak. 

"Ah shut up. I know, ya ate something bad. Blah blah blah. We never speak of this again, understood?" 

Jungkook just nods at Tae's words, then he speaks up quietly, "Want to go shopping now?"

The older boy stands up and claps his hands, "Finally! We'll have something to eat around here."

Jungkook is relieved that it's all in the past by the time they get to the grocery store, but that relief is short-lived when he sees a girl in a long pink skirt and light yellow shirt carrying a basket down the candy aisle right in front of them. 

She trips a little on thin air but catches herself, her usual bright smile gracing her features still. 

Then she looks up and sees him, her smile getting wider as she raises her hand to get his attention.

Fucking hell.

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a/n: so sorry its late my loves, but i hope you liked it!

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Prompt: “Can you do a mob!Roman Reigns x Pregnant Reader where they are in a meeting and someone disrespects her?” Requested by the lovely @purpledragon04 (I’m also tagging my girl @ziasaph ‘cuz she wants all Roman related stories...and I can relate babe! Hahaha)

Word count: Long-ish

Pairing: Mob!Roman Reigns x Pregnant Reader

Warnings: Mob themed related subjects(drugs/gun),cursing,explicit violence,mentions of murder,harassment.

Notes: I’ve always wanted to write something Mob!Roman related but I’ve never had any good ideas,until the amazing @purpledragon04 request this. I’ve had some free time today so I dedicated to write this.So there you have it, I hope you like it babe.🥰 Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) and if you’re comfortable with it,please let me know what you think? Some feedback is always welcomed and appreciated ❤️You can check out my other stories typing ‘masochist writes’ on the search bar on my page and my newest story as a fixed post.Okay,now let’s get to the fun part,shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

I woke up as soon as the smell of fresh toast and scrambled eggs filled the bedroom, I opened my eyes and saw my beautiful man holding a tray fool of food,shirtless and barefooted with his hair down,only in a pair of black sweatpants that hanged dangerously low on his hips.

“Good morning baby girl” He softly smiles

“Good morning Ro”

He placed the tray of food on top of the bed on his empty side and approached me kneeling on one knee,placing one big hand on my round belly,pecking my lips,looking at my bump and asking in a soft voice

“And how are we feeling today?” While he rubbed and gave light pecks all around my belly.

“So far so good!” I answered as I ran my fingers through his thick,silky,dark hair.

“Good” he pecks my lips “ ‘cuz I’ve brought us some food”

He got up and walked to his side of our king size bed,placed the tray next to me so he could sit on the bed.

Ever since we’ve found out I was pregnant Roman did this same morning ritual every day without a fail! He would wake up before me and cook himself our breakfast. And to be honest I don’t know how he could do it,for 6 months straight now,every single day. It mesmerized me how much dedication he had with my and the baby’s well being.

“What did I do to deserve you?To deserve this everyday?” I honestly asked while I pointed to the tray

He shyly smiled and I could swear he blushed before answering “Baby girl,you’re making a big deal out of nothing really,it’s a simple gesture that I like to do,because I love you and our little bundle of joy” He rubbed my bump “I just like to take care of you both that’s all...now let’s eat before the food gets cold”

I smiled and took a good look on the tray,there was scrambled eggs,plain toast and toast with jam,fruit salad,water,coffee and juice. I eagerly reached for the coffee when...

“Nu uh! You’re not drinking that missy!” He took the coffee out of my sight “I’ve made you some peach juice and there’s water.”

I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed sigh before saying “The doctor said that I had do control the amount of caffeine I drink and not to totally quit it,you know?”

“First things first,don’t roll you eyes at me missy. Secondly yours and the baby’s health comes in first place,so that means no caffeine for you”

“But I-“

“There’s no arguing about it! Now drink your juice and eat your breakfast!”

“Whatever you say,dad” I scoffed

He briefly chuckled and said “Don’t you worry baby girl, later tonight, I’m sure the same words will come out of your mouth with a different tone to it” he deviously smirked at me.

I was finishing opening the last package with some of the baby’s items I’ve bought online, to find the one thing I was looking for. A romper with some beautiful and delicate flower patterns on it, with the saying ‘ I may be small,but I’m a one big wish come true’, the same words Roman said to the baby when we’ve found out I was 4 weeks pregnant.

I smiled and made my way to his office, I was so excited to show him what I’ve found that I bursted through the door saying

“Hey Ro,look what I’ve foun-“ I stopped talking as soon as I saw he wasn’t alone “I’m so sorry! I didn’t knew you had a meeting,that was so reckless of me to burst in like that,sorry.”

“It’s ok baby, it’s a last minute meeting, I didn’t even had time to let you know, it’s ok tho, I know you didn’t mean to” He smiled “Besides,we’re pretty much done here.” He stood up from his chair,made his way towards me at the door and whispered “I’m just gonna go grab something really quick,so I can give to David,then I’m all yours ok?”

“Sure,Ro” I answered and he pecked my lips

“I’ll be right back baby” And he quickly went down the stairs.

Personally, I don’t like David, as matter of fact I fucking hate him! He is one of the guys who takes shifts with Ben selling Roman’s product on the streets. And he’s a total pervert.

Every time he sees me he flirts (borderline harass) me, making disgusting comments about me,my body,my clothes..and since I got pregnant it became worst, I once caught him saying that he loved the fact that I’m pregnant now,because it would make my boobs look bigger and I would look so good that way. To say that he’s disgusting and filthy is an understatement, he’s the worst scum bag I’ve ever seen! I never said anything to Roman because I know David is one of his top guys and I didn’t wanted to ruin his business,but I swear that many,many times I wish I had told him.

David stood up and made his way dangerously towards me

“Well, well...what do we have here?Two beautiful girls” He reach his arm to touch my bump and a ferocious mother instinct took over me. I could take care of myself but I’ll be damned if he touches my baby!

“Touch her and I’ll kill you myself” I snarled.

It may sound dumb, since she wasn’t even born yet, to think that he could actually touch her. But he knew that to me touching a woman’s pregnant bump was as intimate as touching her baby. And he would never,ever touch my baby girl!

“Calm down mama” he chuckled “I mean no harm! I gotta say tho Y/N, you look as beautiful as ever” he measured me from head to toe with an aroused look upon his eyes and I had to hold myself from throwing up.

“You know I would give anything for that baby to be mine and not his right?” He approached me carefully

“Stay away from me”

“Calm down tigress!” He lightly laughed

“Don’t you dare to touch me or her! You make me sick!”

“I just wanna give my girls a hug,that’s all”

Pure fear surrounded me and I turned away to run,but he was faster pulling me towards him, wrapping his arms around my belly making my ass rest on his erection.

“See,how I get whenever I see you tigress?” He started to caress my baby bump and hot tears poured down my eyes making my sight completely blurred. I felt someone quickly yank him from me and I cleaned my eyes to see Roman on top of him restlessly throw punch after punch on his face.

“Have you lost your fucking mind motherfucker? You must have a death wish boy!” Roman said while he continued to punch him with such a ferocious rage that I was pretty sure his face was getting unrecognizable.

He started to choke in his own blood, so Roman stopped his actions, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and pulled the 9mm gun he always kept on his pants back waist. He put the gun nozzle on his cheek close to his lips and David started to cry babbling something along the lines of please and sorry. Roman just ignored saying

“Who the fuck you think you are boy? You live from my money, live in one of my houses, sell my drugs and still you think you can come to my house and mess with my pregnant woman” Roman dragged the nozzle from his cheek to his closed lips “And unborn daughter, under my roof and it will all be ok? Open your mouth” David begin to cry even harder “I said open. your. fucking. mouth boy!” He screamed and David slowly opened his mouth.

Roman places the nozzle inside of David’s mouth and continues to say scaringly calm

“What’s the matter Davie? I thought you liked to touch and talk obscenities to pregnant women. Go on now,continue what you were saying to my wife” David paralyzed “C’mon Dave, don’t be shy! You clearly have no respect for women, specially for my woman, or myself for that matter. So go for it, I’m all ears now!” The light beige rug beneath David started to slowly become a darker beige tone, was he?..

“Oh Davie, you filthy motherfucker, you’re pissing on my fucking rug???! Unbelievable! You know I’ll have to discount this from your paycheck right?” Roman was now laughing uncontrollably, he looked at me with amusement on his eyes

“Do you see this Y/N? David is scared...poor thing!” He continued to chuckle “Are you afraid to die Dave?”

“Yes, sir” David barely mumble

“Don’t you worry Davie boy, I’m not gonna kill you...I’ll just make you an example for any dumb motherfucker who thinks he can disrespect my wife or daughter..” Roman smiled

It has been 2 weeks now,since the incident with David. Roman has never once spoken about him since Ben took him out of our house.

I was in the baby’s nursery, organizing some of her clothing in the little lavender and white wardrobe we just bought for her, when Roman came through the door.

“Whatcha doing baby girl?”

“Trying to organize the chaos” I laughed,there were clothes and toys all over the nursery.

He placed one hand on my bump and whispered “And what’s my other baby girl doing,huh?” He kneeled down and nuzzled his nose on my belly, placing his bearded cheek on it right after.

“Oh definitely sleeping!” I chuckled

“I wonder where did she got it from?” He tried to hold back a laugh

“Uh” I gasped, pretending to be offended “Roman, are you trying to imply that I’m the lazy one?”

“No baby! I would never say such thing!” He smiled while pressing his chin to my bump so he could look at me with an amused look on his face.

“Yeah right you wouldn’t!” I laughed while I stroked his bearded cheek. He stood up and sweetly kissed my lips before going to the little wardrobe.

“Oh,this is cute” He said while holding a yellow dress with big black polka dots in it.

I couldn’t stop the thought that lingered on my mind for 2 weeks now, and before I could process what I was saying the words left my mouth.

“Ro, can I ask you something?”

“Sure, baby girl. Whatcha wanna know?” He answered still amused by the baby’s dresses

“What happened with David?”

I could see that his whole body tensed, before relaxing again. He took a small hanger out of the wardrobe, hanged the little yellow dress on it and put it back on the baby’s wardrobe before turning to face me,while calmly answering

“Who?”

I love Roman,although he’s a big guy and all of that I was never afraid of him, but I’ve never seen such a cruel, cold look on his face...and to be honest it was kinda scary.

“David...” I whispered

“I don’t know what you’re talking about baby” He gave me the coldest smile I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Roman...you’re kinda scaring me,love” My voice came out quite shaky

“Y/N, baby girl..” He came to me and cupped my face on his hands “Look at me baby” I did as he asked

“Y/N, I sincerely tell you that I don’t know who this David is or what happened to him. I’ve never met any David baby girl... You look a little flushed, why don’t we go downstairs to the kitchen and I’ll make you a sandwich huh? I need to keep my girls healthy” He leaned one hand down to my belly and the other one stroked my hair.

“What do you say baby?”

“Yeah Ro,that sounds nice”

“Good” He sincerely smiled at me and the warmth was back to his eyes “C’mon” he intertwined our fingers as we went down the stairs to the kitchen “I have to take care of my girls” He said while he looked at me with a smile.

That’s when I realized that whatever happened with David I would never know, and to be honest with you, I don’t even think I wanna know anymore...

#roman reigns one shot #roman reigns x reader #roman reigns fanfiction #roman reigns imagine #roman reigns #wwe imagine #wwe one shot #wwe fanfiction #masochist writes #request

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The Beginning... Episode 1 Part 2

Okay, wow. People really want this series to be a thing. So, wish granted! I’m super pumped for this! thanks for all the positivity you sent my way. I’ll try to live up to your expectations.

Also, an important note. In this AU, there are no pre-existing romantic relationships between the Smashers. Trust me, there will be. But this way there will be more room for drama.

Enjoy!

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*The Smashers have assembled in the amphitheater at Camp Smashanakwa. The show is on, and the teams are about to be forged. Ganondorf stands on the stage in full on Host mode.*

Ganondorf: Welcome back to Total Drama Smash Bros, brought to you by Lon Lon Milk! The coldest and most refreshing milk in the Chosen Kingdom. 9 Nine out of 10 Hylians recommend it!

Link: It's true.

Zelda: We're addicted. *Chugs a bottle of 2%*

Ganondorf: Now, before we can divide up these poor suckers into their teams, we need to introduce the rest of the staff! First off, is chef Ridley, who will be bringing you all your tasty camp treats.

*Cut to Ridley in the kitchen with a chainsaw and a suspicious bulging bag slung over his shoulder, dripping with blood.*

Ridley: HOPE YOU LIKE PORK! AHAHAHAHAHAHA! Revs up the chainsaw

*Cut back to the amphitheater*

Ganondorf: Next is King K Rool, who will be managing our... forest friends.

*Cut to King K Rool in front of hundreds of giant cages all filled with monsters from various games*

K Rool: You just need to feed them properly.

*A couple of unpaid interns are dumped into a cage with a King Dodongo.*

Intern #1: Meh, still better than studying for finals.

Inter #2: THIS DOES NOT EXPAND DONG!

*Cut back to the amphitheater*

Ganondorf: After that is Bowser, our resident tinkerer!

*Cut to Bowser, working on a massive electrical bear trap.*

Bowser: My motto is, if it can be electrical, it should be! Buahahah!

*Cut back to amphitheater.*

Ganondorf: And finally, Wolf! Our handyman.

Wolf, off to the side smoking a cigarette: I fix your toilets. Piss me off at your own risk.

Marth: I'm beginning to suspect that Master Hand is angry with us, putting these lunatics in charge.

Erdrick: Ya don't say?!

Ganondorf: Anyway! Time to make our teams. *A bokoblin walks onstage wearing a pink glittery dress. It holds a bag full on envelopes.* Simply come up and choose an envelope. If the paper inside is green, then you're a Crying Goomba! If it's red, then you're an Ugly Koopa!

Red: Wow, you're not even trying to hide your pettiness.

Ganondorf: Nope!

*The victims- I mean contestants one by one took up envelopes from the pink dress clad bokoblin. In the end, the teams were as follows*

*Crying Goombas: Link, Daisy, Ike, Leaf, Red, Corrine, Joker, Rosalina, Marth, Bonny Janet.*

*Ugly Koopas: Samus, Zelda, Roy, Pit, Dark Pit, Robyn, Lucina, Captain Falcon, Peach, Erdrick*

Captain Falcon: Aw yeah! Let me hear ya my Koopas!

*Silence, crickets chirping.*

Captain Falcon: Come on guys! We're doing this anyway, least we could do is be pumped for it!

Zelda: Sorry Captain, but we're far more worried about what insanity Ganondorf is going to inflict on us.

Captain Falcon: True... but still! Twenty million big ones!

Peach: At least five of us are royalty. We've got more than enough money. We're just doing this because we want to remain Smashers.

Daisy: And being responsible monarchs means we can't use much of the royal treasury for ourselves. It'll be good to have some pocket change.

Marth: ...Well when it's said like that it seems kind of arrogant.

*Sure enough some of the less monetarily inclined Smashers are looking at the royals with a bit of resentment*

Ganondorf: Ha Ha! Finally some seeds of drama! But, for now, one final bit of exposition before we get the ball rolling!

*a screen descends and shows a picture of a shoddily constructed outhouse*

Ganondorf: This is the Den of Confession. It's a completely private place to air your dirty laundry and darkest secrets. I guarantee you that no one will probably won't not maybe possibly never not see it.

Everyone: …

Dark Pit: Do even you know where you went with that?

Ganondorf: Nope!

-

Inside the Confessional

Zelda: Darkest secrets huh... … … … … I'm... I'm not actually a blonde. My hair is bleached. … … *she suddenly jumps onto the camera* GIMME THAT TAPE!

-

*The smashers and new teams now find themselves on the beach where Ganondorf is standing with Bowser Both Ganondorf and Bowser are clad in the loudest Hawaiian swim trunks in history.*

Ganondorf: Welcome Smashers and viewing audience to your FIRST CHALLENGE!

Pit: Ooh! Ooh! Are we playing voleyball! I love volleyball!

Dark Pit: *smacks Pit upside the head*

Pit: Oww!

Dark Pit: Of course not you idiot!

Ganondorf: Actually, my emo feathered moron, we are playing volleyball!

Dark Pit: Wait- what?! That's it?!

Ganondorf, a shit-eating grin on his face: Weeeeeeeellllll.... not really. See we're going to be playing...

Samus: This is going exactly where I think it is isn't it?

Ganondorf, pulling out a Bomb-bomb with the fuse lit: VOLLEY-BOMB!

Samus: Yup.

*Ganondorf throws the bomb at the Smashers*

Ike: HIT THE DECK!

*The Smashers jump for cover as the bomb lands... and nothing happens. It's a dud.*

Ganondorf: HAH! Classic.

Bowser, producing a massive sack filled with bombs: These bombs were designed by yours truly! They're programmed to only explode when they hit the ground, so keep them flying! Cause if they touch down... well you get the idea.

Ganondorf: The rules are simple. The Goombas and the Koopas will each split into two teams of five. There will be two games of 5 v. 5. Whichever team wins both games wins invincibility... and a prize! The loser team will vote someone off the Island tonight.

Peach: Uh, excuse me! But what if both teams win a game?

Ganondorf: Oh. Well, in that case, we'd have to hole... … the tie-breaker. MUAHAHAHA! *Ominous lightning flash*

*Silence. Crickets chirping.*

Ganondorf: Well, hop to it!

-

Inside the Confessional

Bowser: I'm a little worried about Big G. He's... he's getting really into this whole reality TV deal. Way more than is probably healthy.

-

Inside the Confessional

Link: Hey, maybe Ganondorf has found his true calling an he'll leave Hyrule the fuck alone! But since when am I that lucky huh?

-

With the Goombas

Link: Okay team. I think we need to talk strategy.

Bonny Janet: We're all goon ta' die.

Link: No... we just need to be careful. I have the most experience with these types of bombs, so I should head the first Team 1. Daisy, you're the professional sportswoman so you'll head Team 2.

Daisy: You got it! If I can survive Mario Party then I can survive this.

Bonny Janet: Grate. Soo tha' sissy English Elf is goona ta leaad one tame and the talkin' floowers goon to lead the oother?

Link: You've got a problem with that?

Bonny Janet: Aye ah've goot a problem! Who made ye leader eh?! Ike's goot tha flammin' sword o' fire! E' should lead a team, not the flight fairy o'er dere!

Link: Daisy's got the most experience with games like these. She leads Team 2.

Joker: Uh, not to play Devil's Advocate, but Bonny has a point. Ike does seem pretty fireproof.

Marth: Call it same series bias, but Ike does seem like a good choice. I don't doubt Daisy's abilities, but this seems more like a “let's survive and outlast” situation than a “let's beat the other team into submission” type situation.

Ike: Look, Link, I don't want to be the asshole here, but if the group wants me I'll do it.

-

In the Confessional

Bonny Janet: Dun git ma wrong. Ah' got nothin' against Elfy personally. Boot e's a presumptuous prick if e's thinks e' can joost boss us around like that. We ain'r 'is lackeys!

-

In the Confessional

Link: And like that everyone's suddenly listening to the Scottish Imp of a Pokemon trainer! I mean, I know she's both adorable and hilarious, but you can't just throw strategy out the window.

-

In the Confessional

Daisy: I appreciated Link standing up for me, but frankly I think he was more offended than I was.

-

With the Koopas

Captain Falcon: Trust me guys! I got this one in the bag.

Samus: As much as I want to disagree with Falcon on principal, he's probably right. This does seem like his forte.

Lucina: Indeed. Finally, a use for the meathead.

Captain Falcon: Hey! My brain is made of pure brain stuff. And if it WERE meat it'd be delicious.

Erdrick: *pats Falcon on the head*

Roy: Okay, I say we keep Falcon back until round 2, sort of our ace in the hole okay? Samus, can you handle round 1?

Samus: No sweat.

Roy: Any arguments?

*There is silence for a moment but no one disagrees with him.*

Roy: Alright, move out!

*The Koopas move to leave, but Pit and Zelda are grabbed from behind and pulled behind a large rock by an unknown figure. It turns out to be Peach.*

Zelda: Peach, dear, could you tell me what's going on. I mean, if you want to be behind a rock... with me... I uh... can make some exceptions... but uh... should Pit really-

*Peach smacks Zelda upside the head*

Peach: No you useless lesbian! I'm with Mario remember.

Zelda: Oh. Yes. I see.

Pit: What's a lesbian?

Peach: You'll find out when you're older. But look. Zelda, you're only ride-or-die ally is one the other team right?

Zelda: Now that you mention it... I have been worrying about what to do without Link. I can handle myself but...

Peach: And Pit. It's only a matter of time before Dark Pit gets too annoyed with you and gets you voted off, right?

Pit: No! Pittoo and I are making great progress! This morning he only beaned me in the head with one gallon of milk.

Peach:

Zelda:

Pit: I'm screwed aren't I?

Peach: Not if we stick together! I propose an alliance between us. Together, we'll take each other to the final three!

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In the Confessional

Peach: I can see that I'm in a bad boat. Both Daisy and Rosalina are on the opposing team, so I'm already out two allies. I know what people think of me, the “useless Princess”. If I don't act fast I'm going home. Zelda and Pit are both sweethearts, and they're bad asses to boot. They'll make good allies.

-

In the Confessional

Zelda: I want to go on the record as saying I do not need Link to survive this place. I already have an alliance of my own! Time to show that Princess Zelda is no damsel in distress!

-

Zelda: I'm on board.

Pit: I dunno... I don't feel right doing this behind my emo brother's back.

Peach: Well with an alliance we can watch out for him little guy.

Pit: You mean it?

Peach: One-hundred percent!

Pit: … Okay, I'm in.

-

Ganondorf, watching on one of his monitoring cameras: Ooh hoo! Looks like some drama is already kicking up! The Goombas in a power struggle and two princesses already teaming up with a gullible Angel! Will Link take true command of the Goombas? Will Peach survive with her new alliance? Find out, here on Total, Drama, SMASH BROS!

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And that’s a wrap on part 2! The actual challenge will be in the third and final part of this episode, which will include the voting off ceremony. Let me know what you think! Also, try and guess who will win and be voted off.

Be good people!

#incorrect super smash bros #super smash bros #incorrect quotes #Total Drama Smash bros #The Beginning #Epsiode 1 #Part 2 #Ganondorf #ridley #Bowser #King K Rool #Wolf #Link #Zelda #Bonny Janet #Ike #Daisy #Pit #Peach #Roy #Joker #Marth #Samus #Erdrick

[silver9mm]

Another SPN dream I might have turned into a fic. cw: mcd, drug use

I work at a college library but didn’t go to school there and one day these two beautiful boys blow in. They’re Freshmen, but they both seem older and wiser in different ways. Brady---and I only know his name because his friend keeps elbowing him and giving him what the hell, man? looks---is super rude to me, downtalking and loudly fake-laughing at things that aren’t actually funny. The other one gives me apologetic eyes and quickly cuts Brady off, tells me they don’t need help, and steers his friend firmly away. I hear them bickering and somehow know they’re having sex with each other. 

The next day, the nicer one meets me in the morning outside the library with a small regular coffee and tells me his name is Sam and that’s sorry his friend is such a jerk, that he doesn’t know what’s gotten into him lately. The day after that, he brings me a piece of peach pie and I laugh and tell him that it’s from the restaurant off-campus that I live above, and that it’s pretty cool living there because the kitchen closes at midnight so I can play my music loudly without bugging anyone. He asks me what kind of music I listen to and I tell him classic rock and 90s metal and Sam’s face does a weird thing and I can’t tell if he’s into it or annoyed, but I tell him I also like to find new music through TV shows, that I pirate soundtracks from online, and the next day he brings me this usb with BtVS, Jericho, Angel, Firefly, and Constantine comics on it.

Maybe a week goes by and then Sam’s at my apartment. He’s been extremely polite to me up to now, but once he’s there in that little space with me, I realise how huge he is. I freeze up, intimidated, even though I know what I want---even when he asks me, “Do you want me to fuck you?” Of fucking course I do, but he doesn’t move, sits sprawled in a half-broken overstuffed chair and just waits for me to get close before he puts a hand out to me, pulls me down over him. After the first time---and what I remember the most is how blue his eyes were during, how they shifted back to green and gold after---he’s less proper with me, at least when we’re alone. He stalks me in the small space, seems to love grabbing me from behind and lifting me so my feet aren’t on the ground and I have to hold onto the counter, the window frame, but he’s the sweetest gentleman outside, and even shuts Brady down when he tries to talk shit to me, jealous now, but we’re both in the same boat because Sam’s leaving for basic training soon.

I have a couple of months with him, that’s all. He stays at my apartment almost every night, comes to the library during the day whenever he can, always brings me coffee or a Spring flower. One night, he tells me he has a brother but he doesn’t know where Dean is, hasn’t seen him in a year and doesn’t know if Dean knows he’s leaving for the military. He’s got a number but he’s afraid to call it, so I do it for him. I have it on speaker, and a grumpy voice answers and Sam panics so I hang up, but that was definitely his brother and I make Sam promise he’ll call him back. I think he does, because he seems agitated the next time I see him, a weird mix of giddy and nervous and sad, and I don’t think he sleeps much in the night for the next few days before he leaves for basic.

A year goes by. I get letters from Sam, a few phone calls. He hates it, being told what to do, misses his long hair, but he likes being part of something, having people who watch his back and stick by each other, no matter what. I don’t see Brady after Sam leaves, but I meet this older guy at a party one night. He’s there selling cocaine and everyone calls him Bob, but his real name is Balthazar and I let him pick me up because I’ve been looking for a new dealer and he’s got it all. We fuck and it’s fun but not great and the next morning we get breakfast, drink black coffee and smoke cigarettes, sitting next to each other so we don’t have to actually look at each other, but he tells me I can usually always find him at a dive bar across town. I start hanging out there occasionally. Balthazar is a shithead to everyone but we become friends with benefits and his circle of friends are welcoming enough, and I’m hanging out there when I get a call from a strange number.

I recognise the grumpy voice, but this time it’s shaking a little, and Dean tells me Sam’s been killed. I was the last number called on Sam’s phone, and Dean ended up with all the letters we had written, and asks if we can meet. I tell him how to find the bar and he says he’ll be there two nights from now. Balthazar, for once, drops his bullshit when he sees how upset I am and gives me a bunch of free mushrooms and ecstasy because he doesn’t have the emotional capacity to actually be supportive himself. I pocket them and spend the next 48 hours numbly waiting for Dean. It seems normal, somehow, like I knew this was going to happen the whole time, I knew Sam wasn’t going to come back, and I hate that it feels that way but I can’t do anything to change it. 

Dean’s already at the bar when I show up and even though they don’t look anything alike, I know it’s him immediately. We have a couple drinks and then the regulars start to show up, and Dean slowly starts to look like a trapped animal. He goes pale, his hands clench into fists, and he bolts for the door as soon as I suggest ditching the bar, but he’s waiting for me outside, smoking a cigarette, and I notice he’s got Sam’s phone in his hand like it gives him comfort to hold onto it. I take Dean back to my place and he relaxes, tells me he likes my Christmas lights and I offer him the little bag of coke Balthazar slipped me on my way out, and Dean shows me how to powder it by breaking my tea ball and using the end of a pen to grind the crystals through the screen. We talk for hours, but not about Sam, not at first. It’s nonsense, but I can tell Dean’s wound pretty tight, has a lot of secrets, or at least things he feels he can’t tell most people, and that he’s sizing me up, trying to figure out why Sam liked me so much. I’m too spun out to worry if he finds what he’s looking for, but Dean lets me drag him to my bed when the sun starts coming up and we sleep most of the next day away and eat cold Chinese food for breakfast-dinner when we wake up. He tells me he’s gotta go get his car, and I don’t really believe he’ll come back, but he does, and brings a bag with him like he’s intending on staying, and I don’t tell him he can’t. 

He starts to open up that night, tells me about losing his mom when he was a little kid, how his dad was in the military and Dean practically raised Sam by himself, how they were moved around constantly. Dean joined the military as soon as he could, because their dad expected it of his oldest son. 

“Sam didn’t want me to,” he said, “but I was good at it. Taking orders my whole life, being responsible for---for others. For Sam. He wanted me to stay with him, was always coming up with some shit we could do together, a family business, but I wanted to be like Dad. Sam thought it was so dumb, but I did it anyway, and I think he joined because he wanted to show me how it felt. How... How worried he was for me, how much he missed me, but all I felt was proud of him, even though I knew it wasn’t what he wanted to do. I felt invincible, so of course he would be too. Typical bullshit, right? But no one’s invincible and now Sam’s dead. What the weirdest thing is, it bothers me that there was so much of him. That he was so stupid tall and strong. I don’t know why that makes it worse, but it does.”

Dean doesn’t cry when he tells me these things, and I get the impression that he doesn’t have any tears left, that he’d parked his big black car somewhere the day he was told Sam was dead and cried every last tear he’d ever cry in his life out. He’s sitting in the same busted chair Sam was the first time we fucked, but this time it’s me who asks Dean if he wants to. He nods, and the coloured lights make his eyes change like Sam’s would. He lets me do whatever I want to him, practically begs me to come around him and even then doesn’t just take what he wants. He’s passive, submissive, but so attentive, lets me wear myself out over him and then pets me right back to life, over and over. 

We spend weeks like that. My job is out for the summer and Dean pays my rent. He disappears once in a while, but calls me before he shows back up and then sleeps for a couple days before he’s himself again. I don’t ask where he’s been. We eat magic mushrooms and play Tetris on my old Nintendo and I look up info on how those things help with PTSD, and he says that’s something Sam would do, research. We like the same music and I remember the face Sam made, and we go to the bar once in a while. Girls flock to Dean, but Balthazar distracts half of them with his drugs and his sleazy smile and I chase the other half away by just sitting in Dean’s lap, grabbing his ass in front of them. He pretends to be embarrassed but I know he loves the attention, likes that I’m forward and possessive over him. 

#dream i had #this is edging on nightmare territory tbh

[el-dibidibidorado1]

Untamed Pt. 1

Summery: Y/n works at Tom's Diner as a waitress, but what happens when one of her co workers saves her life.

A/n: this is my first fanfic here in Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it and if I need to change anything please message me. Okay bye bye🤗

Warnings: language

Bucky Barnes x Y/n

The sun was barley rising when I bust into the house, quickly taking off my work uniform and running upstairs.

"Y/n Are you home?" My mom yelled from the laundry room.

"Yes. Umm what do you need?" I quickly say taking off my pantyhose and tossing them into the bin.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"Later I have to get ready!" I quickly run to the bathroom and start the shower, but time betrays me and I quickly wash my body while brushing my teeth. Wrapping a towel around my body I run to my room and began getting dressed. I get a red backless long sleeve blouse and some jeans, I quickly light a cig and continue getting ready. Getting my hair and makeup done, I put out the cig and spray my favorite peach perfume. I once again look at the time as a honk is heard.

"Fuck" i grab my favorite coat and bag while running out.

"Bye mom!" I say and kiss her cheek. I run to the truck and open the door. "Hi" I get in and kiss Adam. "Oops" i carefully remove the lipstick stain I had left on his lips and give him a bright smile.

"Hi" he says and sits there quietly looking at me. After a while I get nervous and lightly grab his hand, I take note of his clammy hands.

"Are you okay? Umm Aren't we going to the game?" I ask. He nods his head and hesitates to turn on the truck. He drops his hands to his lap and stares at me.

"Y/n Do you just want to go to the game some other time?" Well fuck me silly. All of these thoughts fill my head. He dosent doesn't want to see me anymore. I knew it. I fuckin knew It!

"You wanna break up?" I mumble and look at him with pleading eyes.

"Look y/n, i feel like if we need a break. Maybe see ot-"

"Is it about my body?" He stayed quiet and looked out the window. He sighs and grabs my hand.

" No it is not about your body!" Fucking lie.

"What did i do wrong?" I question.

" i just think that we aren't ment for each other" He says. I quickly remove my hand from his and open the door to get out when he stops me.

"I didn't mean to hurt you"

"Well, you did" I shut the door and run into the house as tears started to form. My mom just looks at me as I go in and gives me a hug. Sadly, this is the third time that this happens. Boys date me, but in the end it always seems to end like shit because of my body. Guys just want a nice thin girl with nice boobs and butt. Look, I have a butt, but not big boobs or a flat tummy. Oh let's not forget the hair, They want straight smooth hair! Surprisingly that's the only thing I like about myself my long curly/wavy hair. That's It!

I finish crying, then i decide to go to my room to sleep the work day and a beak up away. I take off everything and stare at the mirror, touching my Stretch marks on my tummy.... Well that takes it all, my tummy itself. I put on some t shirt and jump on my bed and the tears began pouring out. I cry until I fall asleep.

"Hey you! Y/n wake up! Your girlfriend keeps on calling and I'm tired of your stupid ringtone!" My older brother woke me up annoying as always! I just tell him to put the phone on the night stand and to get out. He puts My phone down and softly combs hair. He might be annoying and an asshole, but he's a sweetheart. The touch makes me drift back to sleep.

Not even ten minutes my phone rings and rings and rings and rings and rings, until I get irritated and answer it.

"What?!" I answered angry.

"Hey miss cranky pants how was the game?" It was Rosie. One of My bitch best friend.

"I didn't go" my voice came out as a mumble.

"What? Why?"

"He broke up with me" I said and shoved my face into the pillow trying to stop myself from crying.

"Oh sweets, I'm sorry. Why don't you come over?"

"What time is it?"

"7:38"

"You still working?"

"Yeah"

"I'll be there at eight" I hung up the phone and slowly got up to get ready. My day off was already fucked up might as well go to the diner. I can't stay here any longer, if I do im going to cry even more.

"Hey darlin. Where are you going?"

"To Tom's I'll be back at ten or so" I put on my scarf and walk to the diner. It was about ten to fifteen minutes away.

"Hey bitch" Rosie and Caroline say together.

"Hey hoes" I sat down and grab one of the coffee mugs and began drinking it.

"So what happened?" Caroline asked smoking. Jesus one of us is going to get sick because of them cancer sticks.

"Well first, I asked him if we where going to the game. Then he said that he wanted to go another time. " I softly told while I finished the coffee.

"Then?" Rosie sat on the stool and began Eating the mints as she poured more coffee into my mug.

"He said........he said that we need to see other people. Knowing me, i asked if it was about my body, he said no. But I know that's a fuckin lie. That's what it is all about. No one wants to date a fat girl!"

"Baby you aren't fat and it's not that no one wants to date you. You just haven't found the right man" I gave a chuckle and chugged the drink. Easy for her to say.

"Hey hey! You guys are taking a lot of breaks. Y/n If you are going to stay to talk to them you have to work." Tom said. Why doesn't he just go home? He's always here taking away all of the fun away. Jesus when will someone pull that 8ft pole out of his ass.

"Are you done?" A deep modulated voice made me jump. I turn around and see the cleaning guy picking up my cup. I softly nod, he looks at ne for a while and he walks away.

"So?" Tom asks again.

"Fine I'm leaving." I grab my coat and get ready to leave.

"Hey n-" I interrupt Rosie as she is the expert on relationships.

"I know, I know. Don't call him. I will see you tomorrow night" I left and tucked my coat closer to my body. Damn coldness.

Ugh why does this happen to me?! Why can't I keep a stable relationship? Why do guys have to be so picky? I don't judge......well look at me. Ah fuck it! I'm just going to turn lesbian!

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Once she left I walked to the window watching her leave. She tugged on her coat to bring her warmth. I was so into watching her hair move lightly as she walk, that I didn't even pay attention to Caroline calling me.

"Bucky, come clean table 4...........Bucky......Bucky.....Bucky!" she tapped my shoulder and snapped me out of my mind.

"Yeah" i nervously asked

"Come On. We got to get to work." She lightly squeezed my right shoulder and walked away.

"Okay" I look back to Y/n and see that she is gone. I let out a huge sigh and continue cleaning the tables. The look of her puffy eyes stayed tattooed to my head, and my heart ached a bit.

Enjoy! I have no idea how many chapters I am going to make. Also I am writing the story on my phone, so forgive me if it looks strange. Alright well bye bye bye.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x plus size reader #untamed #new fanfic #sebastian stan #diner #waitress #bucky barns x reader #winter solder #white wolf

[halfabreath]

electing strange perfections

part one. part of “after the raven has had his say,” or the bittyrans/jackholtz eventual OT4 au. read it on ao3.

Bitty has a complicated relationship with mornings. He likes beginnings, fresh starts, new opportunities. He's good at starting over - it's the ending that's harder. He knows how to finish some things: tweets, recipes, vlogs, days, pies. Most times, though, the middle gets muddled up and overly complicated until the thought of taking another step towards a conclusion is too overwhelming. When mornings fall in the middle of difficult projects it's difficult to find the energy to get the day started. Today is one of those days.

He can't really complain. The project he's entrenched in is his long awaited cookbook, the one his followers have been clamoring about since his bunny-shaped cinnamon roll video went viral. He has another three weeks before the chapter he's working on is done and he has just a few more recipe variations to test. Unfortunately, each iteration has been more time-consuming and difficult than the last and he's not looking forward to another week of development. Ransom, at least, has all his previous attempts collected in an expansive Excel sheet, complete with "Ease of Consumption," "Stress Generated During Baking," and "Enjoyment Fluctuation" categories.

Bitty never thought baklava would be the death of him, but that's what he gets for straying from his comfort zone. He's tempted to cut the recipe altogether but it's one of the top requests from his fans so he has to stay the course. He can't let them down, now then he owes all his success to their support. There's a weight on his chest just thinking about it - or maybe that's just Ransom, who's currently using Bitty's sternum as a pillow. 

Bitty sweeps his palm over Ransom's broad shoulders, hoping to wake him as gently as possible. They're a few years out from his school-induced panic attacks he'd had when they attended Brown, but his job as the social media coordinator at a PR firm isn't exactly relaxing. He'd fallen asleep in a little ball last night after brainstorming for a pitch meeting he has on Monday and the last thing Bitty wants is to shock him into awareness. 

Ransom stirs beneath his hand and groggily raises his head, blinking up at Bitty slowly. He lets out a bleary groan and drops his head down to Bitty's shoulder, curling around him a little tighter. He mumbles something that might be a morning greeting or a curse - Bitty honestly can't tell - but doesn't go back to sleep. It takes him a while to get his thoughts in order after a period of rest allows him to slip towards mental entropy. Bitty just unlocks his phone and scrolls through Twitter for a while, switching to Instagram when Ransom shifts beside him.

It takes seventeen cake frosting videos but eventually they manage to get up and trudge to the Providence Green Market.

They arrive late in the day but they still manage to find almost everything on their list. Bitty's halfway through a tweet about the peaches he'd snapped too many pictures of after buying them when Ransom stops suddenly.

"Oh fuck me." Ransom gasps. Bitty looks up from his phone in alarm, tweet forgotten, as he follows Ransom's wide-eyed gaze. He's staring down the aisle, directly at the stand from Holtzmann Creamery. It's staffed by two people - The Holtzmenn, as Bitty calls them - both of whom terrify Ransom. Bitty grins.

"I'm going to talk to them," he announces, and manages to take a half step before Ransom wraps an arm around his waist and hoists him back.

"Bitty, no!" Ransom's lifting him off the ground now, holding Bitty as easily as the literal sack of potatoes he has tucked underneath his other arm. "Bro, please, I'll die if you talk to them, I seriously will. That's Jack Zimmermann and Adam Birkholtz. Literal junior hockey legends!"

Bitty wiggles in Ransom's grip and manages to slide down until his feet are back on the pavement. "They didn't actually play in the NHL, sweetheart," he says, patting Ransom's arm soothingly. "I'd understand your reaction if Beyonce was over there selling beets, but they're just two guys who almost played hockey." He manages to turn in Ransom's grip, passing his tote bag of produce from one shoulder to the other.

"So? Birkholtz was the best defenseman in the draft before his concussions and Jack's a prodigy! It's in his blood." Ransom's worrying his bottom lip, finally tearing his gaze away to stare down a the pavement.

"I know, sugar, you've told me. But they're selling cheese now and I really want to try it so you have to let me go over and buy some." Bitty reasons. Ransom doesn't let go, though. Sighing, Bitty places his palm on Ransom's side, sweeping over his rips in a slow, soothing motion. The Holtzmenn (Bitty's not sure which one is which yet), unaware of Ransom's crisis, continue with their work. The blonde one hands out samples to the customers gathered around the booth, reserving the last one for his companion, a slightly shorter man with dark hair and floppy bangs. He takes it with a small smile and the taller man hip-checks him gently before turning his attention back to the customers.

It's cute, but it's nothing compared to how the dark haired man looks at his partner when he's not paying attention. He gazes up at him fondly, watching as he charms the customers with a toothy grin and wild gesticulations.

"When did they start dating?" Bitty asks, finally looking back up at Ransom. His boyfriend's grip loosens just enough for him to twist away, but he doesn't go far.

Ransom's lips are turned down in a confused pout; he's adorable when he's confused. "Dating? What?" He asks incredulously. "They're not dating, Bits. God, you're so gay sometimes."

"Justin, we've been dating for three years." Bitty shoots back, hands flying to his hips. Ransom just laughs and reels him in by the strap of his tote bag. He presses a kiss to Bitty's forehead, then turns him so they can both see the booth.

"I'm telling you, they're not dating. Look at them!" Bitty crosses his arms, about to point out how fondly the dark haired one looks at his companion, but now his eyes are narrowed. His handsome face is pulled in a tight frown. The taller one is in the middle of a particularly dramatic eye-roll, and when he finally looks back at the brunette he's wearing a flat, annoyed expression. It's a shocking change, especially given that the time between looks was all of one minute. "They played for rival teams," Ransom explains. "I went to one of their games and they almost came to blows, even though it's super discouraged in Juniors. Seriously, I thought they were going to kill each other."

The customers in front of the Holtzmann booth have wandered away, and Bitty knows now is his chance. "They obviously got over it since they own a business together." Bitty counters. Ransom flounders, making that same cute, confused expression. "You need to get over it, too, because I'm going over there right now." He announces, bolting away before Ransom can stop him. When he turns around his boyfriend is nervously watching him but he's heading over to the antiques booth, no doubt to pretend to read an old book. 

When Bitty reaches the booth the dark haired man is bent over a cooler in the back. Bitty doesn't mean to stare but how is an ass like that even possible? He quickly drops his gaze to the table, quickly reading every cheese name and descriptive card while the heat on his cheeks dissipates. All of the cheese titles are puns or pop culture references but the descriptions are actually informative, listing the details and flavor profiles in a neat, blocky print.

"Any questions?" A deep voice asks. When Bitty looks up the tall blonde man is smiling down at him, big hands settled on his hips. His t-shirt stretches over his broad chest, and seriously, is there some kind of physical attractiveness prerequisite for working at this farm? None of the farmers in Georgia look like this.

"Uh," Bitty squeaks, unprepared for the interaction. Ransom's nerves must have transferred to him somehow. "What kind of milk is in this one?" He asks, pointing to the cheese in front of him. The man's smile broadens and he launches into a description of his cows. After two samples and several anecdotes about a cow named Liz Lemon, Bitty's buying the last of it, already forming a list of recipes he can build around it in his mind. 

The blonde man hums softly as he transfers the cheese to the cutting board. His hands move deftly as he positions it carefully and slices it with a thin wire; it's difficult to imagine him decked out in hockey gear, slamming someone into the boards. Just after he removes the wire the dark haired man appears beside him, entering his space easily. The blonde immediately leans into him, even as he continues with his work. The brunet murmurs something and then hurries away, long legs carrying him to the aisle before the taller man can respond.

"You can't just leave me here!" He calls out, but the other man doesn't turn back. "You see what I have to put up with?" The tall man asks, annoyed expression shifting to a warm smile before Bitty's eyes. They talk for a while, and soon Bitty has his name, some blue cheese, and an invitation for next week. He cuts through the thinning crowd, making his way back to Ransom's side. He slips an arm around his waist, rocking up so his lips are closer to his boyfriend's ear.

"I told Adam you're in love with him." He whispers, laughing joyfully when Ransom lets out a strangled gasp and drops the book. He stares at Adam for a moment before bolting, and Bitty cackles as he follows him.

Ransom pretends to be upset for the rest of the night but by the time next Saturday rolls around he's prepared for the interaction to come. Sure, Bitty's had to listen to Adam's stats and minute-by-minute recaps of Jack's greatest goals, but after Ransom gets all the gushing out of his system he's prepared for actual human interactions.

That's what Ransom's banking on, at least. He'll just be a human person, talking to another human person he happened to idolize for a few years. There’s only, like, a 2% chance of certain death.

"Are you going to survive this?" Bitty asks on Saturday afternoon as they slowly walk towards the Holtzmann booth. "If you get overwhelmed, just bolt and I'll cover for you, I promise." Ransom takes a deep breath and then lets it out, relieved he's managed to remember both parts of the breathing process.

"I got this." He says, then repeats it so he'll believe it. Bitty squeezes his hand and they walk up to the booth together.

Adam's with a customer, nodding along as she describes the research she's done on the dangers of unpasteurized cheese. Ransom stares at him, trying to reconcile the person before him with the larger-than-life figure he's built up in his mind. This guy's still pretty large, though, and Ransom can see the tension he's holding in his shoulders and the way his jaw clenches when the woman's rambling turns to a bacterial outbreak four states over. 

Bitty squeezes his hand and when Ransom turns he comes face to face with Jack Zimmermann. He's wearing a Providence Falconer's baseball cap and a t-shirt with the farm's logo on it, and Ransom's brain has to take a minute to make sense of it all. Luckily Bitty's with him, and Bitty can fill any silence, no matter how awkward or long. He idly hears Bitty chattering away as he slowly process the fact that he’s about to talk to Jack Zimmermann and Adam Birkholtz. 

"So, I'm hoping to find something that will balance well with pistachios, you know?” Is the first thing Ransom hears when he finally manages to tune back in to what Bitty is saying. “Do you have something that's floral but not too overpowering that can withstand baking?" Bitty asks, and Jack’s expression hasn’t changed at all. His brows are drawn together and the anchors of his lips are slipping down but he doesn’t look angry, per se. He looks between them, gaze shifting back and forth, and then his brow unfurls and his lips settle back into a more neutral expression.

"You're Bitty. Adam said you'd come." He says, but ducks beneath the table before either of them can respond. Bitty looks up at him questioningly, but Ransom just shrugs. Jack pops up a moment later, an assortment of jars cradled in his arms. He lays them out neatly, taking his time despite the long silence, and Bitty opens his mouth to say something but Jack cuts in just before he can get the words out. "Do you know anything about crystallized honey?" Jack asks, setting his intense gaze directly on Bitty. Ransom's relieved he gets to be on the periphery of the interaction, and the moment his boyfriend responds, clearly able to hold his own, Ransom lets go of his hand. He doesn't go far; Ransom takes his time as he inspects the cheeses and products spread out over the table, searching for the one Bitty had brought back last week. His fingertips glide idly along the tablecloth-covered edge of the table, sweeping back and forth as he reads the descriptions.

The One With The Coffee: A sharp, pasteurized, cow's milk cheddar cheese hand rubbed with espresso. Butterscotch and caramel notes, full bodied with a smooth, creamy texture.

Dumpster Baby: The smelliest of the smelly, funkiest of the funky. Semisoft washed rind cheese with a fruity tang. Cow's milk, pasteurized, and not recommended for first dates.

Ewe Calf to be Kidding Me: Sheep, goat, and cow milk come together to form a creamy, tangy, nutty blue cheese. Aged 4 months, pasteurized.

Good God, Lemon: A triple-cream, bloomy rind cheese made with milk from one cow, Liz Lemon. Named for Tina Fey's character in 30 Rock, this cow has it all. Now you, too, can work on your night cheese.

"Let me know if you want to try anything." A voice says, and Ransom almost brushes it off before he realizes who's speaking. He looks up and there's Adam Birkholtz again.

He swallows once, twice, and then blurts out, "Did you really name a cow after a character on a TV show?" Adam laughs, the sound cutting through the background of the crowd surrounding them easily. He reaches for a knife and cuts off a sliver, holding it out for Ransom to take.

"I did, and I'd do it again. Totally worth it." Once Ransom's holding the cheese he slices off a second piece and taps it against Ransom's. "Cheers, dude." He says, and pops it into his mouth. Ransom follows suit, eyes going wide when the cheese settles on his tongue. It melts almost instantly, thick and creamy without being overwhelming. The rind is just mushroomy enough to provide some backbone and the cheese itself is smooth and almost delicately mild. It's perfect. He looks up at Adam in surprise, who's looking at him intently. "Do you like it?" He asks, and all Ransom can do is nod. Adam smiles again, toothy and bright, and after he swallows Ransom matches it.

"Holy shit, dude." He says, and Adam laughs again. "We tried the blue last week and I thought that was good, but this is - damn. Really fucking good."

"Thanks, bro. I appreciate it, and I'll send Liz Lemon your regards. Do you want to see her?" He asks, and before Ransom can agree he's waving his phone in Ransom's face. Ransom grabs his wrist to steady the screen, taking in the image of Adam sitting peacefully in a pasture, Liz Lemon's huge head resting in his lap. Her eyes are closed but Adam's looking down at her with a small, gentle smile.

"Cute," Ransom says, referring to both subjects of the picture, releasing Adam's wrist. Adam beams down at him and immediately hands him another piece of cheese. "Is this, like, Pavlovian training?" Ransom asks even as he takes the next sample. It's the coffee cheddar now, and the sharp espresso shouldn't work with the salty cheese but it's perfect nevertheless, somehow balanced despite the strong flavors.

"Okay, you got me." Adam admits, leaning over the table. "But honestly, the more I get rid of now the less I have to pack up later, and I have a feeling they'll be there a while." He glances over at their partners. Jack's speaking, blue eyes narrowed and arms crossed, as Bitty examines the label on one of the jars of honey. "Don't worry," Adam says, standing back up to his full height. "He's not mad; that's just his face. I think it's a Canadian thing." Adam shrugs.

"Excuse you, I'm Canadian too and I don't make that face!" Ransom protests, and then Adam's leaning in again to examine his features up close. It's dramatic but Ransom just plays along, turning his chin this way and that like the makeup gurus he's seen on Instagram.

After a long look, Adam leans back. "You kind of are now, bro." He says, and hands over another piece of cheese. Ransom takes it with a shrug; he can't argue with the man giving him free samples. He's chewing on the funkiest cheese he's ever tasted - it must be Dumpster Baby - when Adam speaks again. He's staring down at the cutting board, idly cleaning a knife. "Hey, uh, this is weird, but you're Justin, right? Bitty told me your name last week." Adam glances at him, unsure and strangely vulnerable.

"He did?" Ransom asks, swallowing the cheese down quickly. "Everyone calls me Rans or Ransom, though." He explains. He'd played hockey at Brown and luckily the team had settled on Ransom after a long period of deliberation.

Adam hums and straightens his cutting board before tucking his hands in his pockets. "He said you're a hockey fan. I have a question for you, though." Ransom freezes. This is it. Adam's going to ask why he's so obsessed or if he's been stalking them. Maybe he knows about his old Tumblr. His heart is pounding in his hears as his anxiety, once limited to tests and papers, kicks in, sending his thoughts racing. "Why the fuck hasn't Chris Chow signed anywhere yet?" Adam asks, and Ransom lets out the breath he'd been holding in a relieved gust. The tension drains from his shoulders as he launches into his theory.

Adam's shockingly easy to talk to. They're constantly on the same page, referencing the same articles and recognizing every pop culture reference dropped. They've developed a solid hypothesis that Chow is going to sign with either the Falconers or the Capitals and have eaten almost all the samples by the time Bitty and Jack migrate to their sides. He drapes an arm over Bitty's shoulders, still laughing at Adam's Don Cherry impersonation and Adam leans over to bump his shoulder against Jack's, who actually smiles.

"Bitty! What did you end up with?" Adam asks, sliding his knife through the last bit of Liz Lemon's cheese. He hands one to Bitty and the other to Jack.

"We decided the blueberry-wildflower honey will go best with the pistachios in the recipe I'm working on." Bitty relays before taking a bite. His response is instantaneous: he groans, burying his face in Ransom's shoulder as he process the flavors, clearly enjoying himself. Adam just grins and looks expectantly at Jack, who eats the whole sample in one bite, chewing quickly.

"It's good." Jack says simply. "But it's always good." It doesn't sound like much of a compliment to Ransom, but Adam's cheeks flush red and he smiles down at the table, almost bashful from the praise. They end up buying a piece of the triple cream along with the honey Jack and Bitty had picked out, and when they continue down the aisle to the next booth Ransom feels completely at ease. He takes Bitty's hand and hikes the tote bag higher up on his shoulder, content to walk slowly through the rest of the market until they find what they need.

"I told you it would be fine." Bitty says smugly, tugging on Ransom's hand as they meander through the crowd.

Ransom shakes his head. "No, you told me I could bolt if I wanted." He looks down at Bitty with one perfect eyebrow arched. Bitty just laughs and presses closer.

"Still, it wasn't as bad as you thought it would be. And now you'll agree with me - they're totally dating." He pulls up short at a booth to examine some strawberries, releasing Ransom's hand to turn the cartons back and forth as he searches for the best batch. Ransom scoffs, looking back over the interaction for evidence of romance.

"Just because Adam gave Jack some cheese doesn't mean they're dating. He gave me like, a million samples. By that logic I'm his boyfriend." He reasons, pulling out his phone to take a picture of the berry display. If he happens to snap of few of Bitty's incredulous face, well, that's neither here nor there.

"You think it comes down to cheese?" Bitty asks. "Did you see how they were in each other's space? How comfortable they were with each other? They're definitely together. I'd bet money on it." He picks up a carton of berries and pays for them quickly, only to hand them to Ransom to carry though the market. He's off to the next stall before Ransom can respond. He follows slowly, taking his time, and lingers by Bitty's side as he examines bunches of spinach. Bitty's engrossed in his task but Ransom scans the market, idly searching for anything else they might need. When his gaze lingers on the Holtzmann booth, and he just manages to catch a glimpse of Adam wrapping an arm around Jack's waist.

It might not mean anything - hockey guys are known to be physical, and they're clearly good friends and - oh. Adam's pressing a kiss to Jack's forehead. That might not mean anythi - and now Jack's moving closer to cup Adam's cheek to pull him down for a quick kiss on the lips and yup, mhm, yes, yeah, they're definitely dating. They're dating and out, apparently, and an hour ago the information would have made Ransom's world tilt on its axis but now it just feels right, like the puzzle piece he'd been trying to jam into different ill-fitting configurations has finally slipped into its natural place.

Bitty tugs on the tote bag to slip the spinach inside, and together they make their way through the market and back home, Ransom holding the carton of berries all the way.

#after the raven #bittyrans #jackholtz #eric bitty bittle #justin ransom oluransi #jack zimmermann #adam holster birkholtz #omgcp au #check please fanfic #check please au #FARM AU FARM AU FARM AU

[troey-jibiani]

Listen. This has taken me all day to post. I had it all ready to go and Ao3 decided to be contrary, but it’s here. I did it!

His time is running out.

Ok, so that sounds really Extra, but it’s actually a good thing. Derek’s time is running out–the numbers on his wrist are ticking downward, meaning he’s going to meet his soulmate soon.

In approximately 45 seconds.

He’s not freaking out. Really. None of the other people here can tell he’s about to meet the love of his life. He’s good at keeping it all in.

He just so happens to be standing in a group of high school seniors, all considering attending Samwell next year and playing hockey there.

There’s this guy, who walks up next to him. He doesn’t pay him much attention, he’s got to keep his eyes open for his soulmate. Three, two–

“You sure you’re in the right place? You don’t really look like a hockey player,” the guy says blandly. Derek doesn’t know how to take that. Is he saying it because Derek’s Black, or because he’s dressed like he just walked out of poetry night in a dimly lit coffee house? Either one hurts, but one is significantly worse than the other.

“Bro. Check your timer,” Derek urges instead of acknowledging Mr. Whitest Boy Alive’s possible racist comment.

“Fuck,” Pasty gasps. “This has to be some kind of mistake.”

Oh, ok. So White Boy has been significantly downgraded to White Asshole™. “Wow. Aren’t you just pumped to have a soulmate,” Derek snips.

“I didn’t mean it like that, man,” White Asshole™ backpedals.

“I’m sure you didn’t. Kindly fuck off and pretend this didn’t happen,” Derek sighs, “and I won’t mention it either.”

Before the royal douchebag can protest, there’s a girl telling them to follow her, and the tour has started. Derek does his best to ignore the guy for the rest of the tour, and he doesn’t make any effort to talk to Derek either.

He avoids the guy for the campus tour as well. This one is lead by two of the guys who are already on the team, a small southern man that makes Derek uncomfortable when he first hears his voice but then immediately comfortable again when he hands him a gift bag, and Shitty, a dude Derek went to school with.

Shitty makes sure to whisper to him that while the southerner–Bitty–is indeed a Georgia Peach, he’s by no means bigoted. (White Asshole™ makes a comment about expecting the Samwell Hockey team to be ‘less good at baking.’ Seriously fuck this guy.)

He doesn’t so much as look at Apparently Racist and Homophobic Dickwad after that, and hopes that Bitty was the straw that broke the camel’s back for him so he won’t show up at freshman orientation in the fall.

He shows up at freshman orientation in the fall. Well, actually, he shows up before that because the first optional skate is before orientation, and Derek and White Asshole™ both decide to go.

“Hey man, listen. I didn’t mean that I–”

“I thought I told you I wasn’t talking about this,” Derek hisses. “Look, asshat. You don’t call your soulmate a mistake. But hey. You don’t want to, like, date me or whatever the fuck? That’s chill.”

“But that wasn’t–”

Nursey isn’t going to let the dickbag talk. “I don’t care. Just forget it already, man.”

And that’s that. Months go by, the coaches pair him and White Asshole™ (his name is Dex, but to Derek he’s always going to be White Asshole™) together as defensemen, they fight like crazy, but neither of them bring up being soulmates. None of the team knows, because no one knows to ask.

For some reason, the goalie, Chowder, decides that Nursey and Dex are both his best friends, which is a problem. Derek likes Chowder, he does, but he can’t get along with Dex to save his life.

It wouldn’t be that big of a deal if Chowder could just hang out with them separately, but he insists on having the three of them study together in his room, or go to Annie’s together, or sit together at team gatherings.

And now he’s got Bitty trying to play referee. Since they don’t get along, someone has to, right?

Derek’s going insane.

Dex, Derek notices, doesn’t drink much. In that respect, they’re polar opposites, as Derek gets absolutely fucking trashed at any chance he gets.

So it’s a bit of a surprise when they somehow get their roles reversed.

Derek has been nursing (ha) one beer all night, the nicer shit that he convinced Shitty to buy and hide in the back of the fridge. Dex is on tub juice number three, and while he’s certainly holding it better than Derek would, he’s more drunk than Derek has ever seen him before.

Apparently, drunk Dex wants to be around Nursey way more than sober Dex.

“Nursey,” Dex slurs, throwing his arm around Derek’s shoulders, “fuck bro I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“Did you need something?” Derek asks, slowly, because Dex doesn’t seem to be at full Poindexter Processing Speed right now. Shut up, it makes sense in Derek’s head, alright?

“N’really. I just wanted to see you. Fuck. How did I end up with you as a soulmate?”

“Dex, we’re not talking about this, and especially not here,” Nursey warns.

Dex frowns, and leans his head against Derek’s. “Just because I’m not good at words. I didn’t mean to ruin everything. I didn’t think you were mine.”

Derek is confused. Dex had called him a mistake. Dex didn’t want him, just like everyone else around him eventually came to realize. His parents were never there for him, his classmates at Andover were only ever party friends, and sooner or later the rest of the SMH were going to figure out that they didn’t want him either.

“Too pretty. I thought, like, no? Not him? Not even close to your league, Poinde–Poindex–Poindexter. Plus you’re fuckin’ annoying,” Dex babbles.

“Yeah right. Tell me that tomorrow morning when you’re not schwasted.”

Dex lifts his head up and Looks Nursey in the eye. It appears to take a lot of effort. “’M not that drunk. Maybe a little. But not that much.”

“Still. I’m not believing a word you say until you say it sober.”

Derek thanks whatever celestial being that they don’t have practice in the morning. He’s not hungover, but last night’s kegster lasted a long time, so he’s a little sleep deprived. He revels in his opportunity to sleep in, to just lay in bed with nowhere to go.

And then someone starts pounding on his door. “Nurse! Open up! Nursey!”

That sounds suspiciously like Dex, so he gets up, remembers to at least put on pants, and stumbles to the door. “What the fuck, Poindexter. Let a guy sleep in on the only day he gets to.”

“You told me to tell you what I told you last night again when I wasn’t drunk. I’m mildly hung over but my headache’s almost gone and I’m Irish so my entire family would be super disappointed in me if three drinks did me in.”

“You have my attention,” Derek mumbles, dropping back down on his bed.

“Ok. So. I’ve kind of tried to say this before and you wouldn’t listen? I didn’t mean to say that I thought us being soulmates was a mistake. I just meant that there was no way that someone like you could possibly be stuck with, well, me.”

Derek looks up at Dex. He’s standing awkwardly, with his hands crammed in his pockets. His face matches his hair, and he doesn’t seem to be able to look at Nursey.

“But no matter what I say I always seem to say the wrong thing? Especially if I’m talking to you. It just. It doesn’t come out the way I want it to.”

Derek doesn’t want to believe him. Dex is just another person in his life that’s going to walk out eventually.

“What the fuck Nurse, no I’m not.”

So Derek is apparently drowsy enough to say that last part out loud.

“Is that really what you think? That I’m just going to leave? Last time I checked, we’re soulmates. I’m stuck with your ridiculous ass no matter what.”

“But you like my ridiculous ass,” Derek quips. “You said it yourself. You think I’m miles out of your league.”

“I also said you’re annoying,” Dex reminds him, but he’s smiling. Dex is finally looking at him, and he doesn’t seem so uncomfortable anymore. “As luck would have it, so am I.”

“Can I get that in writing?”

Dex laughs. “Shut the fuck up. I’m serious, though. Just because other people in your life haven’t cared about you enough to stick around–which we are discussing later because what the fuck, Nurse–doesn’t mean I’m going to do the same thing. If nobody else stays, I will.”

Derek props himself up on his elbows. Dex is so earnest. He always is, really, but this? This is Dex begging him to understand that they’re meant for each other even if Derek wanted to push him away to try to save himself the heartbreak.

Apparently, there was no mistake after all.

#nurseydex #nursey week #please send help #Ao3 hates me today #my lobster son

[ohmyneganimagination-twd-blog]

Pleasure in the woods

Hey ! So, I hope you’re fine ! Finally, this week is over and I can post a new little fanfic for you ! It was fun writing it. I hope you’ll love it as much as I took pleasure to write it 😁

(Here is the link to my masterlist !)

Summary : “You were in the woods alone. You took advantage of this solitude to rest before a strange man appeared and made you advances. Wary at first, you quickly enjoyed playing with him”.

Ships : Negan x reader

Words : 2279

Warnings : Curses, a bit of smut (It’s light again)

I tag : @itsneganslucille - @heartfulloffandoms - @smuttwd - @negans-dirty-girl - @negans-network - @autumnjade22 and @backseat-negan (Don’t forget to see their fantastic blogs !)

Enjoy !

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You were alone in the woods, sitting on a damp trunk. You were playing with a lighter, turning it off and then turning it on again several times. The wind didn’t blow. The night was calm, fresh but still pleasant. No walkers, no human on the horizon. Complete silence, as if the rest of the world had fallen asleep. You lit the lighter for the umpteenth time, keeping your finger resting on it. The flame danced joyfully before your eyes, illuminating your face with its soft light. You kept your eyes fixed on it, feeling the heat emanating from the lighter. As you continued to observe this flame, you heard a stick cracked. You extinguished the lighter directly. You took your weapon stuck in your belt and raised it to the big tree in front of you. You slowly deactivated the security and walked slowly towards the giant, the weapon always pointing towards the same direction. Everything was dark so you couldn’t perceive anything. But you felt a presence. There was someone. “Get out of there, hands in the air”. No noise. No one answered. But you knew there was someone hiding there. “I have a loaded weapon ready to fire. I will not hesitate for a second. So move your ass and show yourself”, you said in a totally neutral tone. There was no sound until you heard footsteps, raising your gun higher. The footsteps approached you, and the shadow gradually detached itself from the rest, a thin and tall shadow. And the rays of moonlight finally illuminated the unknown who had hidden himself. “Calm down, doll. I will not hurt you”. You didn’t lower your gun though. You looked at the face of the man with salt and pepper beard, his laughing eyes lying on you, a smile distorting his lips. You noticed the bat surrounded by barbed wire in his hand. “Put this bat down and raise your hands in the air”. “Sweetheart..” began the other as he approached. “Shut up and do what I tell you”. He stopped, lazily stunned. He let out a laugh and shook his head from right to left. “I can’t do that. Lucille doesn’t like getting dirty”. You frowned before you put your head on your side and start laughing. The man looked at you, dazed by your reaction. You lowered your weapon, putting on the security. “You're really weird”, you said cleaning the tears in the corners of your eyes. You let yourself fall on the trunk, under the man's astonished eyes. You took the lighter in your hand and you continued where you left off. The unknown approached you, watching for the slightest sign that you would take your weapon.

“Who are you ?” You suddenly asked, taking the other by surprise. “Negan”, he snapped back. “I like your name”. Negan frowned and couldn’t help but let a laugh escape from his lips. You raised your head, a big question mark on your face. “You say I'm fucking weird but you're the strange one here”. He sits beside you with a sigh, placing his wooden bat delicately beside him. He put his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to be able to see you better, noticing that you were looking at him too. “What's your name, darling ?”

“Why do you want to know ?” “I'm entitled to that after the dirty blow you've just made me”, Negan replied directly. “I don’t know what you're talking about”, you said, continuing to play with the black lighter. You turned your head towards him, feeling his insistent gaze resting on you. “You really have a problem. You look at me as if I were a prey you wanted to devour”. “That's exactly it”, Negan said smiling. You rolled your eyes and put your lighter in your pocket of your fur jacket, taking out a cereal bar instead. You tear the plastic with your teeth and you crunched in it. “By the way, I like your leather jacket. And your boots too. In fact, I think you’re well dressed for the world as it is now”. “That's because I like to be perfect in case I meet a woman as hot as you”. You remain insensitive to this comment, rather busy eating your snack. Negan sighed, lowering his head. He pulled it up after a few seconds to see you get another snack. He lowered his eyes up and down, passing his tongue over his lips as he matted you. Negan felt his lower abdomen wake up, the heat and excitement rising in him skyrocketing. Hesitant at first, he dared finally make a move in your direction. You felt him arrive and you went straight out of your gun, putting out the safety and putting the mouth of the barrel of the revolver against his forehead, stopping him in his action. You gently turned your head towards him, picking up the chocolate that remained around your mouth with your tongue. “I forbid you to come near me. One movement and I burst the brain”.

He remained silent, totally calm at the thought of dying at any false step he might make. You continued to stare at his hazel-green eyes, which glittered with a hungry look after seeing what you had just done. You frowned as he bit his lower lip. Now he felt totally excited. “Fuck..You don’t know how I want to take you. Right now”. You blinked, totally indifferent to what he had just said. You allowed yourself to smile, still staring at his face that was perplexed at the sight of your smile. " You’re too cute. You must be in need”. “Don’t worry. I have a ton of women waiting for me”, Negan exclaimed, his smile back on his face. “Really ? So why don’t you join them ?” Negan remained silent on this question. You guessed that you had just touched the chord. You pushed the end of the revolver against his forehead, pushing his head back. “I don’t know who you’re but you must have serious problems not to want to go home”. He didn’t answer and gave a growl, unhappy with the situation reversal. You gave him a mocking look, a victorious smile on your face. It was so much fun to bug him.

You lowered your weapon with a sigh, your head always turned towards Negan.

“Stop sulking. That diminishes the beauty of your face”. Negan's eyes widened in astonishment. He smiled, feeling again from attack to try to have you with him. “So you find me handsome ?” "Yeah. I must confess that you’re really not bad. In fact, you’re the only man up to now who was worth watching”. You lift your arms to the sky to stretch before sighing and swinging back, placing your hands on the trunk so as not to waver and fall. “In all honesty, you’re totally my type of man. But  I don’t like beautiful speakers. You love the sound of your voice so much that it’s annoying”. “I can say the same about you”, retorted Negan, not upset by your criticism. “Yeah. That is true. You’re totally right”. You raised your eyes to the sky to see that the morning was already rising. The orange and pink colors painted the sky as the shy sun appeared. You sighed and got up, putting the empty sachets in your pocket and your revolver in your belt, all under Negan's eyes. You turned back to him and you sank down to pick up your backpack, dangling it on your shoulder. Of course, Negan didn’t lose a crumb of the show, admiring your ass with envy. He couldn’t help but imagine all the dirty things he could do to you. And just at the thought of all this, he was salivating.

You turned to him and you sighed, tightening the shoulder straps to pull up your blue bag. “You really are a fucking perverse, you know that ?” “I’m fully aware of this”. “And the worst part is that you know it. You're really a case, Negan”. A shiver ran through Negan's body as he heard you pronounce his name. And it strengthened his desire to bring you back with him. This impetuous character, wholly indifferent to his advances, interested him and excited him more than anything else. He got up, left Lucille always against the trunk and began to gently advance towards you. “Tell me, what is your name already ?” “I will not fall into your stupid trap”, you answered directly. Negan shrugged smiling, raising his eyes to you. “Anyway, I don’t need it”. You frowned as a sign of questioning. Negan clung suddenly to you, putting his hands on yours, feeling that you were going to take your weapon stuck in your belt. You feel in spite of yourself your heart beat faster against your breast at such proximity. You felt his warm breath against your neck as he approached your ear. "I will make you scream so hard, so many times my name that you will forget yours. And I must fuck to admit that..” He licked your ears greedily, raising the red to your cheeks. He had finally broken the carapace where you had been hiding since then, but he didn’t want to stop there. He sucked your earlobe as if it were a lollipop and slowly descended to your neck to lay down a series of volatile kisses. He stopped for a moment, his mouth still against your peach skin, feeling with contentment your trembling body at his touch. “I must fucking admit that it makes me salivate at the thought of all this”. He bit your skin after his words and gently went up to your face after leaving a visible red mark on your neck. His face was only a few inches from yours, the tips of your noses touching softly. A few seconds of silence passed before you began to smile, taking Negan by surprise. “Who says it will not be the opposite ?”

You released your hand, took his white T-shirt and you attracted him to you to be closer to his ear. “Who says that it is not I who would make you beg and groan my name ?” You murmured warmly in his ear, making him shudder with excitement at your words. You put your lips on his for a kiss. You kissed him languorously for a moment, already feeling that Negan wanted to deepen the kiss with his tongue trying to open your mouth. But you suddenly walked away, leaving him with a feeling of frustration. He groaned with displeasure at what you had just done. You let go of his T-shirt and you drew back a few steps, licking your lips with appreciation. “Um, not bad as a kiss. Your lips are delicious”. You laid your hand on the place where he had made a hickey. “Thank you for having entertained me. It was great to have had a company as pleasant as yours. And thank you for this beautiful hickey and this delicious kiss”. Negan, although it was enormously frustrating that you stopped on such a good path, smiled. Usually he would not have liked to have spoken and wandered around like you did. But with you, it was too exciting and fun. He wanted to kiss you again, to taste these lips that were yours, to do you a lot of forbidden things and wanted to take advantage of this sarcasm that nested in you, that humor similar to his. Yes, you were a person he wanted to have his sides. You put your hands in your pockets and you turned to go in the opposite direction where Negan had appeared. “You could come with me”, Negan said in a loud voice so that you could hear. You stopped and turned towards him with a smile on your face. “I'm sure we're going to see each other again, Mr. Speaker”, you pronounced, pressing the last word with a wink. You turned and you resumed your way towards the road near the woods. Negan sighed, smiling. He went back to the trunk and leaned over to take Lucille with his left hand. And he, who believed that you were already gone, was surprised to hear your voice in the distance. “By the way, relieve your erection. It’s visible for miles so huge it is ! See you next time, Negan !” He saw you shake your hand as a sign of goodbye, only making his smile grow. He saw you disappear in the distance and before he could hold back, he burst out laughing. He calmed down after a minute of pure laughter. Yeah, you were definitely a strange woman he absolutely wanted near him. ***

It’s already the end ! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I took a big pleasure writing it. Thank you again for reading my fanfics and I hope I’ll see you for the next ones ! ♡♡

#Negan fanfic #Negan #Negan x reader #The Walking Dead #twd #twd Negan #Pleasure in the woods #Thank you ! #Don't copy please

[celestialsunglasses]

★ FILL IN THE QUESTIONS AS IF YOU ARE BEING INTERVIEWED FOR AN ARTICLE AND YOU WERE YOUR MUSE.

STOLEN FROM: The dash TAGGING: If u wanna, ur free to it, friends.

1. WHAT IS YOUR NAME?   “Nick Monroe.”

2. WHAT IS YOUR REAL NAME?   “Nick Monroe,” Finger guns.

3. DO YOU KNOW WHY YOU’RE CALLED THAT? “Because it was half of my middle name before I transitioned. And also it was short, and sweet, to the point. And it just felt very me. That’s why I chose Nick.”

4. ARE YOU SINGLE OR TAKEN? “Single.” ((verse/interaction dependent. default single.))

5. WHAT ARE YOUR POWERS AND ABILITIES? “I can make a pun out of nearly anything. It’s rad. Also watch this,” he flips his sunglasses to his eyes with far too much practiced ease. “ayyy.”

6. WHAT COLOR ARE YOUR EYES? “Blue.”

7. HAVE YOU EVER DYED YOUR HAIR? “I dyed it blue when I was fifteen. And I have dyed it red, black, and purple. But then I let it grow out blond again.”

8. DO YOU HAVE ANY FAMILY MEMBERS? “Yeah.”

9. DO YOU HAVE ANY PETS? “Unfortunately no. I should get a cat.”

10. TELL ME ABOUT SOMETHING YOU DON’T LIKE. “I don’t like it when people leave the cap of the toothpaste off. Like what the fuck. Does anyone even realize how goddamn annoying it is to have dry toothpaste? It takes five extra seconds, just put it back on. I don’t understand.”

11. DO YOU HAVE ANY HOBBIES OR ACTIVITIES YOU DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME? “I draw, do shit around the house that needs to be done, and then I either go out with friends if I’m feelin’ it. Or I stay in and read, or watch horrible reality tv.”

12. HAVE YOU EVER HURT ANYONE BEFORE? “Sure. But everyone’s hurt someone unintentionally. So don’t take that shit out of context.” Though he has hurt people on purpose. He’s just not gonna say it. 

13. HAVE YOU EVER… KILLED ANYONE? “No.”

14. WHAT KIND OF ANIMAL ARE YOU? “No one’s supposed to know I’m a reptilian. But the cat’s outta the bag now. Or I guess the lizard is.”

15. NAME YOUR WORST HABITS. “Can’t take anything seriously, and I swear a whole fuckton. That’s probably getting censored.” There were more things, but he didn’t have to share those out loud.

16. DO YOU LOOK UP TO ANYONE? “Jan, and Kennie. Some of my other friends too. actually I admire most of my friends.”

17. GAY, STRAIGHT, OR BISEXUAL? “None of the above. Pansexual as hell, y’all.”

18. DO YOU GO TO SCHOOL? “Nah. I graduated high school ages ago.”

19. DO YOU EVER WANT TO MARRY AND HAVE KIDS SOMEDAY? “I did once. It didn’t end well. And yet somehow I wouldn’t mind it again. Theoretically speaking. Like I’m not looking for it. And if it didn’t happen, I’d find a way to be happy regardless. I love the platonic friends I have, I don’t need romance if it’s not on the table. But if it did happen I wouldn’t mind it.”

20. DO YOU HAVE ANY FANS? “I have a couple in my house from when my AC went to shit.” Nick, oh my god.

21. WHAT ARE YOU MOST AFRAID OF?  “Butterflies.” Clearly that’s not it, but he won’t say.

22. WHAT DO YOU USUALLY WEAR? “Whatever I feel like wearing. But it’s usually grey jeans, a t-shirt, black faux leather jacket and these cool ass boots. And sunglasses. Hearing aids if it’s just one of those days where I can’t hear shit.”

23. DO YOU LOVE SOMEONE? “I love many people. But not all of it is romantic like you were possibly hoping.”

24. WHAT CLASS ARE YOU? “Middle class? Or do you mean if I was in a fantasy situation what class would I be. Fuckin’ rogue class, bitches.” And he’s double peace signing. Wow.

25. HOW MANY FRIENDS DO YOU HAVE? “I have a lot of friends, I like people and like being friends. But only three or four friends that I consider to be my best friends that really know and get me as well as they do.”

26. WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON PIE? “Pie’s alright if it’s made well. Also depends on the type. More of a pudding pie guy myself. Or cake. I like the texture of cake better.”

27. FAVORITE DRINK?   “I like anything peach flavored. Or Dr. Pepper if I’m feeling trashy.”

29. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PLACE? “My tattoo shop. I feel very safe there.”

30. ARE YOU INTERESTED IN SOMEONE? “Romantically? I dunno.” He shrugs to emphasize this. ((verse/interaction dependent. default not really.))

31. WHAT’S YOUR DICK SIZE?     “Well that’s a personal ass question. Or dick question. I dunno.”

32. WOULD YOU RATHER SWIM IN THE LAKE OR THE OCEAN? “Neither. A swimming pool. I’m not the hugest fan of big bodies of water. Pools I can trust.”

33. WHAT’S YOUR ‘TYPE’? “I have so many types, my dude. I like various types of people. But common traits in all of them are anyone who is willing to call me out on my shit, people who make me laugh, and people who make me feel more balanced as a person. It doesn’t matter what gender they are. They can be any expression of feminine, masculine, or neutral, or mixes of all of it. I just like people who are good in the way that they are.”

34. ANY FETISHES? “Um... love. Affection. Making me laugh while we go at it? Some crazy kinky stuff, I know.”

35. TOP OR BOTTOM? DOMINANT OR SUBMISSIVE? “Both as fuck, bitches.”

36. CAMPING, OR INDOORS? “I haven’t been camping in ages, so probably indoors. But I feel like there’s a middle ground being skipped. I like doing things outside, but it’s not necessarily camping. I could enjoy it with the right people, though.”

37. ARE YOU WAITING FOR THIS INTERVIEW TO BE OVER? “Honestly yeah. What’s an attention span.”

#headcanon #about Nick #outofscars

[cassieminus-blog]

Monday, October 9

I worked out Thursday of last week and then again last night (Sunday). After last night’s workout I felt so good!!! It was partly that I caught up on sleep Saturday night (legit slept 13 hours) but I didn’t end up sleeping until midnight last night which is annoying cuz I had to be up at 6:40 today. But, my workout was good, I then went home and made a delicious stir-fry with veggies, tofu and rice and didn’t go over!! my!! calories!! I had been eating and eating all weekend and getting my shit together Sunday was much needed. BUT: I’ve had my shit together three consecutive Sundays. It’s a matter of keeping it together this week. Even if I just have it together like, three days this week, I’ll be a lot better off than if I eat shit from Monday till Sunday.

I don’t have any exams this week. I ~am~ stressed with all the readings I have, the paper, and especially the presentation. And I know I need to stay on top of my shit with my math classes, I have to write an opinions piece this week and I have other stuff going on to take care of. But my mentoring program got cancelled so I have a little bit of a break today that I can use to get some things done, and my room is pretty clean which makes it a more pleasant place to be so I’m looking forward to when I get all my stuff done and can (hopefully) pass tf out at 10pm tonight.

I’m feeling cautiously optimistic about the semester. I think I failed my Calc exam but I get one drop so I just need to really work hard to ensure I get As on the third and fourth exams. If I work hard enough I can still get a damn A+ in that class. 

Anyways, life is hard and I’m already looking forward to Christmas break. Fall Break will be fun and Thanksgiving Break will be super relaxing and I’m looking forward to both, but I’m excited for a clean slate with classes. I need to work really hard to get the grades I want and then I’m so lit to take a nice three week break from school (other than the online class I’m taking lol).

Anyways, the key this week is going to be to plan ahead, incorporate lots of veggies/’volume’ foods into that plan, and to have the will-power to stick to it. I’m gonna try to only spend money on Starbucks and Subway and to use my dining dollars for that; at most I might go to Target to pick up a couple things and I might get some Halo Top while I’m there (I have coupons!!!) but I need to make my groceries last until this weekend before I can so much as justify buying a gallon of almond milk. I spent almost $150 of my monthly $250 on the first day of the mont, which is fine but I have to make it last. And I ate a looot at the beginning of the month which was not conducive to making it last. I spend $18 at Aldi and literally got a $7 thing of toilet paper, so $11 for everything else: two-dozen eggs, a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, a bag of like half a dozen or more peaches, and a tray of peanut butter cookies. My goal is to make that shit last. I’m not gonna eat cheesy eggs at 12am stressed, I’m not gonna pour olive oil on the bread and eat that after I smoke...I’m going to make my shit last. My parents are generous enough to pay for whatever groceries I want. The least I can do is not blow through them way too quickly because I stress-eat, sad-eat, angry-eat, whatever. 

The stir-fry I made last night was literally so good. I had a huge plate of food for less than 600 cal. The thing that people don’t get about eating healthy is that it doesn’t have to be this bland experience. It’s not like you either eat a bunch of bad-for-you, high-calorie foods or else you can eat a single carrot. My stir-fry was essentially a fuck-ton of veggies, some tofu, a tablespoon of soy sauce and half a tablespoon of olive oil + a bunch of seasonings. Plus a side of rice. You’d be surprised how flavorful half a tablespoon of olive oil and a tablespoon of soy sauce can make things; throw in some red pepper flakes, some onion flakes and some garlic salt and powder and you have yourself a super flavorful stir-fry. I used to not like cooked vegetables, but you eat them a few times and learn how you like them prepared best and suddenly they become truly delicious. Like cooked broccoli? A few months ago I would’ve said yeah ew I don’t like cooked broccoli. But now it’s 8:20 AM and I’m truly looking forward to going home and making a healthy lunch, and some chopped broccoli tossed on a skillet with a teaspoon of olive oil and some garlic powder and chopped onion sounds delicious.

Plus!!! People fail to understand that yeah, oil is high in calories and fat. But a tablespoon of oil is enough to cook a lot of food with, and it’s ‘only’ 120 calories. And I’m totally willing to spend like 60 calories on oil if it’s gonna make my shit taste 100x more delicious, which I find that it does.

Anyways, I still have a lot of celery, asparagus, broccoli and two bell peppers in my kitchen along with some fresh fruit that I need to make sure I use before it goes bad, so I’m considering making another big stir-fry for dinner tonight (and maybe indefinitely until I get sick of it). I have no problem ‘saving’ 500-600 calories for dinner, the problem is that I pick foods that don’t satisfy me and that tempt me to go back for seconds. ‘Seconds’ on a veggie stir-fry would mean another 20 minutes of work for me, so I usually pass. That’s just what works for me, and obviously it’s not fool-proof. I still have to resist the urge to overeat sometimes. It’s just a lot less present after putting a large bowl of vegetables into my body versus something with less volume.

Not eating breakfast remains the move for me. I had coffee with a tablespoon of half-and-half and may go cop a skinny latte or a doubleshot on ice from Starbucks before I go to calculus, but even with a 100 cal starbucks I’m only at 120 for the day and won’t eat my first meal until 2:00 pm. My plan is to have Subway so I can stay on campus and then go somewhere to work for a few hours. If I’m doing work by 3, I can probably call it a day at around 6 and then hit the gym. Then go home, shower and make a stir-fry around 8pm. I’d still have enough calories for my last pint of Halo Top, probably. So yeah. I’m going to keep myself busy and productive, work hard, stay committed to my goals but let myself have all my favorite things- Starbucks, Subway, Halo Top...there is no deprivation involved in this for me. 

I went from 145-->160ish. Probably not 160ish truly, but 160s according to the scale. I’m back down now to 157 (that was with clothes on though, so probably 156). I have no worries that after the water weight/food weight (like the food that was physically in my stomach that usually isn’t bc I usually don’t eat so much) comes off, and I’m back into the routine for another few days, I’ll be down a couple more pounds on top of the additional 1-2 pounds a week I’ll be losing from my caloric deficit. My goal is to be back in the 140s by the time I go visit my best friend for Fall Break, which is only 2.5 weeks away but that’s enough time for me to lose 5 pounds. 5 pounds of ‘real’ loss + 2 pounds of water weight loss = I’d be in the 140s. 

When I go home for the summer, I’m going to weigh 130 pounds or less; the fact that that’s a reasonable goal for me is crazy to me after so many years of unsuccessfully trying to lose weight. If I lose weight at a rate of a pound per week, I’d be in the 120s. That means I can plan to lose weight at a rate of 1.5-2 pounds per week, and then toss the occasional slice of meat lover’s pizza or cookout tray in there, and if it evens out to a rate of 1-1.5 pounds per week I can still go home weighing less than 130 pounds. I don’t know if I’ll feel good enough about my body to accidentally-on-purpose run into a certain guy I want to impress at the beach at 125-130 pounds. I don’t know. But I know I’ll feel and look a hell of a lot better and I’ll be able to wear crop tops, and I’ll be a lot less sweaty and hot. My motivation definitely faltered, hard, this semester. But I’m back on my bullshit. I want this so bad and it’s motivating to know that if I can back on this and stay back on this, I can have the body I want if not by summer then by sometime early on my junior year of college. I’m disappointed I didn’t make healthy changes sooner but so, so proud I made them when I did. I’m going to be in the healthy weight category (for good) by the time I turn 20, and that makes me feel pretty damn good.

Okay, this was definitely a long ass post. Have a great start to your week everyone!!! If nothing else, do one thing today that puts you a little closer to your goals whether they’re health-related or not. There’s just another three months left in 2017 and we still have plenty of time to re-evaluate the resolutions we made nine months ago and to see what we can do to put a dent in them : ) 

[itsanerdlife]

Bad For You 6/28

Pairing: Howie Stark x Reader

Warning: Fuckboy manners. Violence. Reader gets cheated on. Language. Lies. Flirting. Cattiness. Arguing. A few slaps. Sassiness. Slutty boys. Frat Boy bullshit.

A/N: College AU. For my sister, cause I finally gave in. Haha.

Posting: Tuesday. Thursday. Saturday.

“You don’t know me like that.” “Mmm bet I do, baby girl. You want a bad boy who will be good for only you. I’m that guy. Like I want a good girl who’s bad for only me. That’s you, baby girl.”

Howie Stark made one hell of an impression. It started off with mistaken identity. A hand on your ass, your hand across his cheek. What should have pissed him off, set him off differently. Howie Stark is enticed by you and you are so fucked. Bad boy, never afraid of a fight, such a smooth talker, womanizer, and always on your mind. It just wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right, you have a boyfriend. Howie’s making everything’s a little blurry. You’re a little cynical and bad boys just aren’t your type. Or could that change with a flash of Howie’s crooked grin?

Tag List Is Open!!

Your hand in Howie’s, the two of you hurrying through the rain falling across the parking lot. You laugh loudly, as you both dodge puddles and moving cars. He quickly hits the unlock button on his car fob, pulling open the door for you. You don’t even hesitate, jumping in. He shuts the door and hurries around, getting in behind the wheel.

You’re laughing as you shake your hood off. Howie shakes his head, water flings from his rumbled hair, making you laugh harder. He moves to put his seatbelt on, you do the same. Finally wondering just where you were going with a member of the Screw Crew.

“Where are we going?” You ask, clicking your belt into place.

“Coffee? Get a couple more questions done before we start the next part of analyze the content.” He smiles over at you.

“I love coffee.” You grin. He scraps his teeth over his bottom lip, nodding. Slowly backing out of the parking spot.

“I can bring you back here if you need to get your car.” He offers, glancing over at you.

“Nat has my car.” You admit. “Her and Wanda had running around to do.” You explain.

“Do the three of you live together?” He wonders.

“We do.” You nod. “In those on campus student apartments.” He glances over.

“On fraternity lane?” He looks over quickly.

“Those ones.” You smile.

“Good to know.” He nods slowly.

“Planning to stalk me?” You lift a brow, smirking at him.

“Thought I already was?” He chuckles, pulling into a coffee shop parking lot.

“Thought you said you weren’t.” You sass. He laughs, nodding.

“Come on, I’ll get the first round.” He’s getting out of the car.

You pull your hood up, grabbing your bag. When you reach for the door, Howie is pulling it open. A grin on his lips, raining coming down on him. You slip out of the car and together you head for the coffee shop. He pulls the door open for you, ushering you in.

Standing in line with him to order. It dawns on you, you honestly can’t recall the last time Harry did any of those things. You chew your bottom lip, lost in thought. You and Harry, it was more like friends with the occasional benefit. You weren’t hopelessly in love with him or anything, more like tolerate and accept.

“Y/N?” Howie smirks at you softly.

“Huh?” You blink, releasing your bottom lip.

“What do you want?” He chuckles. You flush, before rattling off your coffee order.

You sip your coffee slowly, the two of you seated in a window seat booth. Watching the rain come down as you wait for Howie to finish writing out his answer. You shiver involuntarily, your hands hug your cup a little tighter for the warmth.

“Here.” Howie moves, he’s pulling off the black and red flannel he has on over his dark grey long sleeve. He hands it over to you. 

“Oh you don’t have too.” You laugh softly.

“You’re cold. Take it.” He smiles. You do, slipping it on. It’s a little big, heavy flannel, and rather warm. “Not for cold, rainy days?” He wonders watching you.

“Oh no I am.” You laugh. “But I personally think they’re made for staying in bed all day.” You nod.

“Let me ask you something.” He runs his hand through his hair.

“Sure.” You give him your full attention.

“Why are you dating an egotistical, ass hat like Harry?” He snorts. “The guy cares more that everyone around him knows who he is, than anything else. I see him in Bio Lecture.” He watches you.

“I’ve been asking myself that same question.” You nod slowly.

“One more question, and we can finish the rest on another day.” He smiles, opening his book again.

“Sounds good.” You nod.

It did, spending another day with Howie was actually appealing to you. Maybe there was more to him than just another Screw Crew guy. More than the fuck boy he acted like. You watch him, scanning the sheet of paper.

Was Howie Stark working his way under your skin? Was that even possible? What the hell did he want with someone like you? Were you digging yourself a hole enjoying being around him? 

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You direct Howie towards your apartment, he pulls into the parking spot out front. They’re built like little town houses, not shabby apartments. So you had your own entrance and little covered stoop. Howie helps you from the car, walking you up to your front door. Discussing getting together again to finish your work.

The two of you stood under your cover, from the rain. Under your rain jacket you’re still wearing Howie’s flannel. You’re checking your calendar for a good day, to meet up again. A car door slams, angry footsteps follow.

“What the fuck Y/N?!” Harry is standing at the bottom of your steps. 

“Christ Harry, what the fuck?” You gap at him.

“And I’m stalking you?” Howie smirks, side eyeing you. You have to resist the urge to laugh.

“Running around with the prince of Screw Crew!” Harry is up the steps, glaring at Howie. 

“Easy there, Frat boy Prince.” Howie smirks.

“What the hell are you doing here?” You shake your head. Ignoring the pissing contest going on, on your stoop.

“You ran out of the library with him. Never answered your phone. I want answers.” Harry scoffs at you.

“Harry.” You grind out. “He’s my partner for my Brit Lit class.” You glare at him. Harry’s brow pulls down for a moment. His eyes flick from you to Howie. “We were working on the assignment today.” You roll your eyes.

“You just decided to not tell me?” Harry looks annoyed.

“I don’t have to tell you dick. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. You disappear for hours and don’t answer your phone.” You call him out. Howie’s brow jumps up.

“I’m sleeping, not running around with the opposite sex.” Harry snaps back. Howie’s brow pulls in, watching Harry.

“Oh god I don’t care. Just go away, Harry. If you accuse me of cheating, I’m going to kick you in the dick.” You run a hand through your hair. Howie nods slowly, his mouth pulled down.

“We’re going to talk about this. Later.” Harry warns you.

“No, no we won’t. I didn’t do anything wrong, I’m not explaining anything more than I already have. Goodbye Harry, I’ll think about texting you later.” You dismiss him. He glares at Howie, before he turns stalking off.

“Wow.” Howie nods.

“He acts like I’m cheating.” You shake your head.

“My mom always says, the first to jump to assumption is usually the guilty party.” He shrugs. This takes you by surprise, making you question things suddenly. “Text me later, if you want to or figure out a time you’re free.” Howie smiles softly. He waves his hand awkwardly, before he heads back out into the rain and gets into his car. 

You’re still standing on the stoop for a moment, before you realize he’s sitting in his car watching you. Your phone vibrates a moment later.

Howie: I won’t leave till you go inside.

You smile at your phone. Nodding you turn unlocking your door and head inside. When you glance back Howie is backing out of his parking spot. You shut the door and lock it.

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