STOP. Moment Of Gratitude For Those Precious Times Of Breathing From Your Nostrils When You Don't Have

STOP. moment of gratitude for those precious times of breathing from your nostrils when you don't have a stuffy nose

Was walking alone through the alley behind my apartment and saw a weird guy so I checked that I had my pepper spray and I guess the guy saw me do that because he said "Don't worry, I'm more scared of you than you are of me" and I said "Ok" and he said "I'm terrified of women"

I cannot believe your first fic is such a masterpiece like !!! what the heck

Plot Twist | Part I

An arranged marriage with mafia!bucky.

Run-through: I just need to get this out of my system. Most of arranged marriage mob/mafia!au I’ve read has a strong/bratty reader. And a really mean/asshole Bucky. Which is absolutely fine btw but its getting repetitive for me. I wanted to see a reader who’s actually soft but fierce when she wants to be. And Bucky who is generally cold and seems to be married to his job but notices small things that the reader do, thus subconsciously started to care about her. They don’t hate each other, nor do they are infatuated. I don’t know if this exist, so I decided write it myself just in case. Enjoy!

Navigation: Part I | Part II | Part III (coming soon)

Words: 1169 

Pairing: beefy mafia!bucky x female!reader

P/S: I like to write in 3rd pov btw. There’s a few mentions of y/n sometimes too. Beware of the grammar mistakes, English is not my first language. This might be 2-3 parts type of fic, so tell me what you think so far.

“He’s late.”

The soft clinking sounds of his rings colliding with each other and onto the dresser woke her up from her deep slumber. Though her body remained still, her mind continued to wonder,

“Late. Again.”  She thought.

The sound of fabrics rustling about hinted her of what was happening beyond her closed eyes. The shut of the bathroom door confirmed her speculations.

“So, what if he came back home late? Why does it concern you?” She questioned herself.

Only a fool would believe if she said that she didn’t care at all about the whereabout and well-being of this man. He is her husband after all.

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I feel like a rich business woman whenever I walk in my performance heels

nct ten & jeno !!

who is ur ultimate bias?????

yeah i turned your boyfriend into an unreliable narrator. sorry. yeah, he's exaggerating aspects of the story to cast himself in a better light. he's obscuring the narrative he doesn't want to think about. he's misrepresenting others to further his own ends. yeah, i think he's doing it as some sort of emotional defence mechanism. his story cannot be trusted. sorry.