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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬

↳ summary: in between their friends voicemails, and a spanish teachers punishment, troy and abed are struggling to tell you something important. or; a reader insert of season one episode sixteen

↳ warnings: period accurate jokes, internalized homophobia, jeff being weird, and alcohol

↳ notes: abed and troy are in a relationship change my mind

↳ song: me and your mama—childish gambino

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It was early morning, just before first period Spanish, when you finally decided to say something.

“Okay, so I can’t be the only one creeped out by that thing, right?”

You looked around with a sense of judgement as six pairs of eyes immediately whipped around to meet your own. Taking a moment to observe the flower in Annie's hand, and the box of chocolates in Shirley's, you stopped biting at the end of your pen momentarily to gesture at said thing; which just so happened to be your school's mascot.

It was Valentine's day at Greendale community college. Something that, in between your day to day classes and usual group shenanigans, you had forgotten about. If the seven couples french kissing hadn’t reminded you of that enough on your way to the library, the pair of heart shaped boxers draped over the statue outside did.

You had sat down at the study group as usual, expecting Britta’s rant about the patriarchal undertones of the holiday and a well timed meta quip from Abed, but instead all you got was a pair of artificially painted eyes staring at you.

The mascot in question turned to you and made what sounded like an offended gasp as it stopped wheeling its little cart full of gifts. Cards covered in pink hearts and lacey trim overflowed from it, all attached with tacky glue, and you got a good look at one of them as it was sent flying near your forehead.

“Jeez! Sorry, man! I didn’t know this job meant that much to you!” You swiftly ducked under the table to avoid the line of fire. Coming up once the sound of squeaky wheels on carpet faded away, you ended up glowering as Troy laughed at you.

“Shut up, Barnes. Abed got more muffins than you.” You glared, referencing the lack of valentines gifts he'd been given. Troy was quick to choke on his laughter after that. He straightened his posture consciously, only stealing a look or two at the goodie basket placed neatly in front of Abed.

“Great dodge.” The amateur filmmaker praised you in his usual quick pace as you picked up the card from the floor. “If you had been in the Matrix, and that card was a bullet, that would have been the second coolest scene in the movie. Next to the other part where Neo also evades bullets.”

“Neo’s? I have a few friends that are those.”

“Ignoring Pierce's questionable life choices and their daily allotted hazing— ” Jeff sighed from his usual spot next to you, “— I have more important things to discuss. And speaking of which!”

Jeff slouched further into his chair as the door to the study room opened once more. You all watched as an extremely hungover Britta stumbled in, a pair of reflective aviators resting on the brim of her nose.

“Sorry I’m late.” She grumbled. Going to sit down she nearly fell out of the chair, and all of you exchanged various looks. If the way Jeff was smirking at Britta said anything, there was some new weird sexually charged adventure to be had between the two, and you were not ready to be in another one of those. You had done your time last week, and you weren't eager to repeat it.

"Actually, you're very late, Britta. See you later!" You slammed your Spanish textbook down on the table with an overly cheesy smile to punctuate the end of your sentence. Britta jumped at the loud noise, hissing at you to shut up, but you were already walking out of the room by then. If the shuffling behind you told you anything, it was that the rest of the group had done the same. Sans Britta and Jeff, per usual.

You tilted your body sideways as you navigated through the busy hall full of various highschool dropouts and divorced parents, letting the sound of tennis shoes squeaking against the floors bounce around in your head. It was more annoying than usual today, and it took you a second to realize that it wasn't the shoes making the noise, but rather Troy as he called after you.

“Hey! Hey! Wait up!" He wheezed. "You are very fast when you want to be!” The athlete gasped for breath when you finally slowed down. Coming to a stop as you turned around to face him, you saw another pair of legs enter your line of sight. This time much thinner, and accompanied with a wicker basket full of various baked goodies.

“Troy, I know you like to have someone hold your hand as you walk to class, but normally that's Abed’s job. Please don't allow me to take that pleasure from him.” You said, face completely blank. If you looked hard enough, you thought Abed’s nose flared a bit to insinuate a laugh.

“No, that’s not what I'm here to— hey how did you know that?” Troy took another gulp of air as his brows furrowed.

“I took a guess based on the way both your bodies and hands are angled apart each morning as you walk into Senior Chang’s class. Also, when you eat Cheetos, it rubs off onto the back of Abed's palm.”

“I don't eat Cheetos that much.” Troy frowned. “Do I? For the record I am not gay." Troy made sure to ennunciate that last part as he stared you down. His facial expression reminded you of a nervous first grader doing a bad job in their school play.

“You do, and that's not important right now.” Abed answered back. His head snapped to you with the same amount of intensity that he always got when thinking of a movie reference, and you got the sense he was holding back for the sake of the conversation.

Raising both eyebrows, you motioned for them to go on. The hallway was clearing out a bit more, and you didn't want to be caught late for Changs class a third time in a row. Last time he threatened to beat you with maracas, and you wouldn't put it past him to actually carry through with it this time.

“Listen, we have something important to say.” Troy began. Abed backed him up with a furious nod, or his equivalent of it. Which really just boiled down to a regular paced nod.

"Is this about Valentine's day? You should ask Shirley about that."

"Come on man!" Troy threw his hands in the air, turning away from the both of you and crossing his arms. "How did you possibly come to that conclusion so fast?!"

"We were just talking about us holding hands."

"Thank you Abed." The both of you said at the same time. Albeit Troy with a little more teeth grinding then nessicary.

"Did you become a ninja overnight? Did you take a ninja class?" Troy took a step forward as he pointed his forefinger in your face. You stared at it as it approached, going cross-eyed momentarily.

"Yes. And if you did, I would like the name to that class." Abed pipped up.

"No, I didn't go to a ninja class." You said while pushing Troy's arm down. "Does this mean I'm right?"

The lack of response from Troy and Abed's unbothered expression provided you with your answer.

"Are you two trying to ask for dating advice or something?" You frowned as you started to walk in the direction of Spanish. Both of them followed as you fixed your backpack strap. "Because if so, Troy you could learn a lot from Abed. And Abed, if you're having a problem, I don't know how to make you anymore appealing to the ladies than you already are."

"It's true." He responded, looking off into what he probably thought was the fourth wall. "I am devilishly irresistible."

"Stop that!" Troy waved his hand in front of his friends face, bringing both their attentions back to you. "Listen. We were wondering how to go about asking the same person to the dance tonight."

"Oh. So like a love triangle thing? I never liked that troupe."

"No no." Troy shut his eyes as he shook his head. "More of like, uh—"

"Neither of us exactly know." Abed cut Troy off in a matter of fact manor. "We both see ourselves hanging out with them at the dance, but aren't exactly jealous of the other being there too."

"If you wanted me to I could crack open Websters dictionary to find a word for that."

"No thank you." Abed echoed. You simply shrugged.

"Okay. So what do you want me to do about it?" You questioned while turning a corner to another hallway. The three of you were nearly at Spanish now, but this conversation had pulled you in more than conjugating verbs ever could.

"We don't. Exactly know how to ask this person to go to the dance." Troy sucked in a breath.

"You guys have seen plenty of movies. Do the typical thing. Flowers, chocolate, and not what they do in your sci-fi movies Abed." You grinned at him knowingly as you passed through the doorway to class. "Personally I'd take kickpunching robots over literally anything ever, but I tend to be the exception for most things."

"It's not a date though. It's, like, three really close people hanging out. Not in a gay way though! I like girls! With boobs. Yes." Troy stammered as you all plopped into your rickety seats.

"Nice save Troy." Senior Chang called from the front of class with a snicker. He brought his feet down off his teachers desk to lean forward and cup his hands around his mouth. "Or should I call you gay-lord!"

"I really hate this language requirement." Troy grumbled, sinking into his chair. You snorted as Abed stiffly reached his hand out to pat his shoulder, making robot sounds as he did so.

"Cheer up." You allowed yourself a shit eating grin. "It is Valentine's day after all."

“Well that was a disaster.” You said over the sound of a ringing bell. Students and teachers alike passed you and Annie by as the two of you made your way through the hall, neither of them seeming to care very much if they bumped into you or not. To say that’d you’d almost gotten into a fight or two due to traffic here would be an understatement.

“I don’t know.” Annie frowned. She brushed her hair out of her face and clutched her books to the front of her chest. You made a face subconsciously, the sight reminding you all too much of the stereotypical school girl. “I thought it was very mean of Senior Chang to do that to Troy! And Pierce, I guess.”

“Annie. He called a balding senior citizen and a lonely freshman out on their sad Valentine’s Day gifts to themselves. It’s Chang. Of course it’s mean. But mean things can also be also be disasters.”

The girl next to you seemed to think about your words for a second. Furrowing her brows once or twice, she eventually let out what you could only describe as a harumph.

“Well I think we should do something about it!”

“Pass.” You said without a seconds hesitation. Annie deflated a bit at that and eyed the tips of her shoes. You stole a look down at her, and let out a sigh.

“You know me. I’m such a big fan of sticking my nose in other peoples business when it doesn’t belong— “ Sarcasm. “— but I think you and Shirley would be a better duo for this. She’s ruthless when she sets her mind to it, and you’re crafty in the way that you could have written the script for the movie Seven if you wanted to. Probably.”

“Aww thanks! I think.” Annie beamed. She regained some pep in her step as she skipped ahead of you, only turning back to say one more thing to you. “No wonder Troy and Abed like to talk about you so much. So many obscure movie references between you guys. Cute!”

“Seven was a box office hit, Annie— “ You began with the hint of a frown tugging at your lips, but she was already off. No doubt to find Shirley before lunch so they could cook up their plan in a flurry of giggles. That only left you with one more question.

“They talk about me?”

Jeff huffed as he walked into the near empty classroom. His hands, which he had spent the last three minutes nervously slathering in expensive lotion as a part of his mid-day exfoliation routine, were stuffed deep into his jacket pockets. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to this interaction, but sometimes he’d throw his better judgment out the window. Sometimes.

Raising a single eyebrow, he glanced around at the spare video equipment set up; the bulk of which was sat right in front of his target. The former lawyer ignored as a kid in a yellow button up kicked a trash can across the room, instead making a beeline for Abed. Who was giving directions rather loudly to the angry kid.

“Wow. Do you normally deal with divas like this?” Jeff flashed his signature charming smile while commenting on the temper tantrum. Better to be friendly and break the ice rather than dive right in. Otherwise you’d scare people off. He learned that while working at the firm.

“One Papa Johns commercial, and he thinks he’s Christian Bale.” Abed pursed his lips comically.

“Look, uh— “ Jeff began to steer away from the topic of the questionable kid as he pulls Abed’s attention in. “You were right earlier. During Spanish. Britta is being weird around me, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

“By being right, do you mean my prediction that the accidental booty call she sent you while drunk is going to cause the imminent breakup of our fragile group?”

Jeff blinked.

“Yeah. That.” He spat out.

“Nice. So what can I do for you?” Abed leaned back into his makeshift directors chair while crossing his legs. “Do you need a drunk voicemail of your own to send to her so the score will be evened? Because I have nowhere to be for the next twenty four hours and personal dilema to avoid.”

Jeff inhaled with the intent to bulldoze over the younger mans statement, but ended up falling flat.

“Ignoring that last part, yeah I do, actually. How did you know that?” He squinted. Jeff would never admit it, but sometimes it creeped him out how easily Abed could predict what people would say next.

“Classic sitcom staple.” Abed shrugged without changing his expression one bit. “Goes hand in hand with the booty call. Now— “ He leaned forward with a glint in his eye. One that Jeff didn’t quite like.

“How well can you act?”

You don’t know how you ended up here, and you had been ready to leave the moment you arrived.

A faint punch stain from years ago sat at the hem off of your slacks, reminiscent of a house party from a year ago that had ended in disarray. They were the good slacks too. Paired with what was thankfully an unstained button up polo shirt. This was the closest anyone was going get to fancy from you tonight.

Various pink and red hues cascaded across the dance floor, playing into the Valentine’s Day theme as the schools mascot continued to prowl around on the dance floor. You were sure that the dean would be happy with himself over that if it wasn’t for the fact that couples were making out everywhere. It was pretty fun watching him try to break them all up, actually. You’d made a little game out of it with how long you’d been standing at the punch table.

The toe of your shoe came in contact with a stray balloon from one of the tables centerpieces. With a downward twitch of your lips, you picked the rubbery material up into your hands and started messing with it. Sounds of latex on skin distracted you from all of the screeching and poor singing.

“Not having a lot of fun, huh?” A voice from your left asked.

Glancing near the onion rings that had been laid out as finger food, you saw the familiar form Britta peering at you from under some fake eyelashes. That would have been more of a shock to you if the skimpy red dress she was wearing didn’t overshadow it.

“Hey there.” You avoided her question as you threw the balloon back into the crowd it had come from. “Great disco ball costume. Very sparkly.”

“Ha ha.” She mocked you before crossing your arms. “For the record, I still think Valentine’s Day is a sham. I’m just doing this to see Jeff squirm.”

“Ah. Well then, I’m sure all of the women out there will forgive you for your transgressions.” You teased her with an empty smile.

Britta let out a cross between a laugh and a huff, gaze straying from you to look out at the mass you launched your balloon into. Occasionally someone in unusually high heels would fall, only to be swept back up into the bobbing heads.

“Have you talked to Troy lately?” Britta cut in suddenly. The tone of her voice made you narrow your eyes, and you hummed out a suspicious no.

“That question is both too casual and well delivered on a night like this to have come from you. What’s going on.” You had fully abandoned kicking around stray balloons for talking with her. Or at least, staring at her forehead while she talked. You didn’t know if you could manage eye contact right now.

“He was looking for you earlier at lunch. While sweating. A lot.” Britta scrunched her nose up as if she could still smell the body odor. “Sounded like he wanted to ask you something.”

You looked away from her for a moment, temporarily overcome with a feeling of nausea.

“Oh, yeah. My bad. I was in the study room.” A pause. “Studying.”

“Troy said that he checked there beforehand.” It was Britta’s turn to squint at you. “Why are you the one acting weird now?”

Rubbing at the back of your neck proved as a temporary relief to her question. Inhaling through your mouth, you pulled out your phone and messed with it for a second.

“I got a weird voicemail from Abed today. The main part is him talking to me about the dance scene from Breakfast Club, I think, and some weird phone thing with Jeff and you— " Britta coughed into her hand at that “— but the last few seconds really threw me.”

You opened your mouth to continue the story, but quickly shut it once you saw that Britta wasn’t paying attention anymore. You didn’t even have to follow her line of sight to know she was staring at a dejected looking Jeff— who had been standing by the cusp of the exit for six minutes now. You didn’t even have to nod at her to go before she took off, awkwardly waddling in her stilletos in an attempt to not trip.

It only took a few more minutes of watching the two of them go back and forth for you to give up on anything exciting happening to you. With a halfhearted grumble, you took one last grab at the punch bowl before starting towards the double doors. You hoped the juice had been spiked. If you made all this effort to show up to some lame school thing, might as well get a little tipsy.

“Well this is awkward.”

A harsh cough came from your throat as you choked on your own spit. In an attempt to make yourself feel better, you turned around to glare at whoever had scared you, only to start coughing more.

“Abed?” You wheezed. Letting out another round of coughs, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the reflection of the sunglasses on his face.

“I came as fast as I could when I realized Troy was stuck as Senior Changs whore for the night.” He looked at you calmly as you continued to die a little right in front of him.

Finally taking one more gulp of punch from the table, you calmed down enough to string together a sentence.

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Let me explain for any in the audience that might have missed it while in the bathroom.” Abed held up a finger. All you could do was deadpan weakly at him.

“Both Troy and I approached you a little bit ago saying that we had something important to say to you. He worded it wrong. We were supposed to ask you something, not tell you. Instead, Troy allowed Senior Chang’s torture to ruin that question, and later I with Jeff and Britta’s voicemail problems”

“Their what’s? What is going on with voicemails today.”

“Not important.” Abed carried on. “What’s important is that while I was fulfilling the spot of Jeff’s drinking buddy, I realized something.”

“That you shouldn’t be drinking??” You questioned wildly. It was beginning to feel like this night was a special episode in a really bad main cable show. Either that or this place was finally getting to you.

“No. I realized that while Troy was fitting himself and Pierce into extra tight women’s suits, that we would miss the opportunity to ask you what we wanted to. I called Troy to tell him to go look for you, but only after sending a call to you that I do not remember the contents of. I assume you have it?” He blinked owlishly.

With a pair of very wide and very confused eyes, you grabbed your phone for the second time that night and shook it with a loose wrist. The audio from a few hours ago began to play faintly. It’s sound was swallowed by the bass of the dances music, but the both of you could still make the words out. Abed’s voice tumbled out at twice the speed it normally does, his energy no doubt heightened by alcohol.

“— e’re sort of like Marty McFly and Jennifer Parker, but there’s three of us. Have you seen the second movie? I need to show you the second movie. There’s more of Jennifer in that than the first. And Martys mom isn’t trying to get with him. Oh, and you don’t have to have a time traveling car for us to want to go to the dance with you. Although that would be nice. Jeff stop drooling on tha —"

Abed looked at it silently as the message continued to run. It was as if he expected nothing more from its contents. For a second you wondered how he’d react to the twenty minutes before that where all he talks about is Breakfast Club, but you figured it would be the same.

The feeling of nausea from earlier was back, and this time was trying to crawl out of your throat with a ferocity. Swallowing both your nerves and that not so metaphorical metaphor, you inhaled.

“So. Troy’s okay with this?” You asked cautiously, as if this was a dubious prank. Abed nodded almost immediately after you asked. The nausea subsided.

“And you’re okay with this?”

Another nod.

“Alright.” You shuffled. It felt like ten pounds had been lifted off your chest, and you didn't know how to express that. “I’ll go to the dance. With the both of you.”

A brief period of silence stretched between the two of you. The lights continued to flair, and the music continued to shake the floorboards, but none of you moved.

“Abed?”

“Sorry. You made me so happy I peed a little, and didn’t want to say anything.”

The corner of your mouth lifted up once. Twice. It only took one more time for a tirade of laughter to escape you all in one go. Abed’s unmoving expression just watched as you laughed to yourself, waiting patiently until you had stopped. When you paused to catch your breath, Abed placed a hand on your shoulder and looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully.

“Normally this doesn’t happen in shows.” He hummed. “Do you think that this is a way of adding some diversity in the form of a polyamorous couple at a community college?”

“How about no lables?” You suggested. “It feels weird. What if it was just me, you, and Troy for now.”

Abed repeated your words under his breath, mumbling a little. He lifted his head back up to you with his thought on the proposition, which arrived in the form of a steady thumbs up.

“Cool. Cool cool cool.” You grinned at him. Abed’s nose flared at your use of his unspoken catchphrase, and he turned away from you to cup his hands around his mouth.

"They said yes!" He told the figure dancing on the floor; the likes of which responded with a yell of victory before getting back to it. It took you a minute to get past the skintight blue suit and floral scarf to realize who it was.

"Troy?!" You sputtered with an open mouth. He looked at you at the mention of his name with a painful smile before turning back to his dance partner with a dramatic sob.

"What is he wearing? And why is Senior Chang— oh god." Your eyes widened, unable to look away. "I think I'm going to puke."

"It's better if you don't question it." Abed told you, his hand just a few inches shy of touching his eyes as he hid behind it.

"Give me your hand Abed." You said blankly. Without questioning you, he held it out. You were quick to sheild your own eyes from the dancing.

"So." You turned your head to look at him after a moment of gross silence, both of his hands still in the air. "Movie date tonight when Troy is released from captivity?"

"I've been waiting forever for you to ask that."

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anonymooseforever007 · 1 year

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Man of My Dreams

(Alfie Solomons x female reader)

Summary: Y/N is one of the newest secretaries at the Shelby Company and she's always eager to make her bosses proud. But one night, when Tommy give her the order to watch one of his business partners.... maybe she took the order "by any way you can" a bit to literally....

A/N: Hi y'all! There's nothing graphic, but this fic does contain a short mention of forced prostitution by some aweful bosses over their secretaries, but nothing happens here. And aside from usual Peaky Language and sexual innuendos I don't think there are any other TW's for this story! I was gonna post this later but I'm pretty please with how it turned out so here it is now 😂 I just wanted to write a nervous reader meeting cheeky Alfie! Enjoy!❤️

WC- 3.2k

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"WAIT! Don't go! You can't!"

"And why is that Treacle?"

".....because I love you?"

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(A little while earlier)

Mr. Shelby had given you one job. Only one job left today and he said it was vey important that you complete it at all costs and by any means necessary. If you failed there maybe be a lot of trouble and not just for you. But what was that job?

Keep Alfred Solomons inside the office...

It was after closing time at the betting shop and while almost everyone else had gone home you were still working on a few papers Mr. Shelby wanted done by tomorrow. And while they wouldn't take too long, you were still a newer secretary at the company and rather eager to please your bosses. You were also one of the younger secretaries and this was one of your first jobs that consisted of more than stocking shelves or sweet talking rude customers in the bakery. And while everything had gone smoothly so far, you still found yourself accepting the extra work from time to time in order to get in your boss's good graces. He still paid for the time of course, very well actually. But as you'd learn today, late office hours often came with unexpected surprises too.

One of these began when Mr. Shelby suddenly walked through the main floor towards his office. Only he wasn't alone. Walking a few paces behind him was another man. You'd recognized him as Alfie Solomons, an imposing man who owned the "Bakery" that Arthur Shelby was always grumbling about. You hadn't actually spoken to him or even met him yet. The most you'd gotten was rumors from the other women in the shop about all the terrible things he'd done. Even worse than some of the rumours about your boss. But tonight it appeared that would change. You didn't miss the quick glance made towards you by the Camden Town man when Mr. Shelby passed your desk with a quick acknowledgment, before heading straight to his office.

Only six minutes into the important meeting, Mr. Shelby had been called to the Garrison to deal with a fight started by his brothers. He had been annoyed to no end at having to fix yet another one of his brothers' impulsive decisions, but seeing as Polly was helping Esme with her new baby, he was the only one left to go. Well, the only one Arthur and John would listen to if they were half as drunk as Finn said. And Finn himself was also being dragged back to the bar by Tommy to help control his brothers too, so he couldn't watch the other gangster either. Even if he lacked his brother's stomachs for fighting, Finn still had almost a head over each of them and could hold them back well enough if needed.

So Tommy brought him along too, leaving you behind with the order to keep the other gangster company until he returned. It didn't matter that Alfie had already agreed to waiting until Tommy came back. Or in his words "graciously relented more of his precious time" in the name of "proof of his good will." Tommy still didn't want him snooping around the office while he was gone. So he'd given you strict instructions to keep the gruff man in his office until he got back. You were also to make sure he didn't mess with much in there either.

You'd never anticipate just how astray that one plan would take you...

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"Hi. I'm Y/N, one of the secretaries. I hope you don't mind, Mr. Shelby wanted me to look at his typewriter and clean up the office a bit before I left. One of the keys has been a bit sticky lately. So don't let me both you, and if you need anything let me know and I can get it for you."

You'd figured that had been a pretty decent thing to open with. It was a good excuse for staying in the office, and Tommy had wanted you to fix the key for a while now. But you started to rethink your opener, as all you got in return was a brief nod from Mr. Solomons who continued to read over the paper in his hands. Pursing your lips in a line and feeling slightly awkward now, you just nodded to yourself moving to Mr. Shelby's typewriter. You did get a questioning stare after that when you picked up the device and moved it to the table in the middle of the room. That was the table between Mr. Solomon's desk and the door. It meant you had a better chance of stopping him should he try to bolt. Didn't mean it was a big chance though. No, you didn't doubt this man could easily pin you if he tried, and you hoped in the back of your mind that he really did plan to stay as agreed. And so, glancing at the unchanging position of your charge every few minutes, you set to work on pulling apart the typewriter...

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Silence.

Pure uncomfortable silence had descended upon the small office nearly half an hour after Mr. Shelby left. Well, you found it uncomfortable, but Alfred seemed to have no issue with the quiet that settled over the room. By this point he'd moved from the chair he was originally sitting on to the one behind him, closer to the bookshelf. Which happened to be directly across from your own seat.

He sat, unbothered, still reading the same contract he had when you came in. He must of gone through it twelve times by now. Occasionally, he'd mumble under his breath, causing your head to shoot up, waiting for something to happen with bated breath. One of these times, to slight humiliation, your head had shot up expecting to see him still looking down at the papers...only to be met with his own piercing eyes. Neither of you spoke at that moment, you just stared eyes wide with surprise while his remained unreadable. The moment was broken by the sound of a siren out of the window causing you to look over. You didn't notice the slight smile the briefly passed the man's face.

It had been fifteen minutes since that moment and you were finally starting to relax, thinking that maybe this really wouldn't be as bad as you thought. Keeping him here didn't seem too bad.

Until, without warning Alfie stood up and quickly walked towards the desk. Thinking he was trying to look at Mr. Shelby's private papers you also shot up. But when he turned back around you saw he was only grabbing a new pen, leaving you standing there... once again staring. He must really be starting to believe you're a creep of some sorts, you thought. Trying to save face you'd headed towards the desk yourself, under the guise of grabbing a piece of paper for the now fixed typewriter. You didn't expect him to, but you were glad the your company didn't point out the stack of paper sitting right next to the machine in the table. And with that, you went back to your seat, trying to calculate how many drinks you'd need after this.

You couldn't explain it, but for some reason you felt like you were doing this wrong. There was some source of nerves buzzing in the back of your head that just wouldn't settle. You chalked it up to this being the "most important" job you'd been given yet, aside from when Polly had you watch the empty shop for an hour one night after locking up so she could chew one of her nephews out for their latest mess. You had been so nervous about someone trying to break in, you'd almost concussed poor Arthur with his own stapler when he'd come in the back door. The only thing that saved him was the fact he actually fell back on his ass, terrified, because you'd popped out so closely to him. You were also lucky he happened to be sober and registered it was you before fighting back. Neither of you mentioned that night to the others.... and neither of you ever would.

The silence continued for a few endless minutes longer before it was finally broken. Alfie groaned lightly as he got to his feet. Luckily you hadn't stood up this time and were able to slow the rise of your head, looking up at him slightly concerned. Even if you didn't know the man, you'd noticed the slight wince he'd made when he stood up, using the couch arm to stabilise his ascent as he reached for his cane by the table.

"Right. Now that's enough of that poppet. You said if I wanted anything you'd give it to me correct? And now I know what I want so you're gonna help me?"

Eyes wide in shock, both from the fact your burly companion spoke, and of what he spoke, you shot up once again in slight panic. Shit Shit Shit. Not only had his sudden actions threw you off your axis, but now he was also looking at you with a stare that reminded you of how John looked at Esme many times before they'd disappeared to the back rooms for half an hour or so. Esme usually came out looking brilliant as usual, but John wasn't one to hide his messy clothes or the marks on his neck. And now Alfred Solomons seemed to be giving you the same look as his eyes roved your body. He tilted his head and took another step forward, indicating that you still hadn't answered his question.

"I...I did say that yes. What do you need Mr. Solomons?"

"Well let's not dance around anymore. Call me Alfie or Alfred if you'd like treacle. I've seen you starting at me," Alfie moved around the table until he was only a few steps away, "I think you know exactly what I want. I think you know exactly how this is suppose to play out. Your boss leaving you here as 'company' for little ole me? You know what happens now right?"

The last words were spoken so closely you could feel his breath against your face. Your breath hitched realising what he meant. No. It couldn't be that. You knew Mr. Shelby wanted you to keep his business partner company, but surely he didn't mean that kind of company. Your boss wouldn't do that right? You'd never even met the man before today and he wanted you to....

"Show me where the bathroom is why don't you? I've been needing a piss since the trip up."

Your entire body seemed to relax hearing those words. Yes, Alfred Solomons was a very handsome man, the kind you often fantasised with your friends about meeting one day. But that didn't mean you had any desire to sleep with the man for your boss's benefit. You'd heard about monsters who forced that from their poor secretaries. 'A sweeter part of the business deals' is what some of them wanted. Men like that disgusted you, and you were relieved your boss wasn't that way. If he was though, you believed you'd actually have shot him yourself for such a suggestion. Yes, you had a habit of being quiet and were often anxious about if you were correctly doing your job, but you'd be damned if any man thought he could treat you that way. Your father had taught you how a man should respect a woman and your mother gave you a gun if he didn't. A gun that was currently locked in your nightstand, but nonetheless you figured you'd have time to grab the stapler on Tommy's desk if you needed to. Though now that Solomons had brought it up, the idea wouldn't leave your mind. After all, it was just you and Mr. Solomons in the office. Mr. Shelby wasn't back yet and there was no telling how long he'd be. What if he got to you before you reached the stapler?

"It's alright dove, I'm not gonna hurt ya," Alfie's words broke through your thoughts once again, and you'd nodded this time hearing the truth in his words. He'd noticed you'd relaxed upon his last demand, only to tense up a bit in thought moments later. Based on your quick glance towards the stapler on Tommy's desk, he could tell you were now thinking of another request he'd might have made. One that honestly he wouldn't have minded indulging in he thought, taking another quick look at the woman before him. But he didn't because of the uncertain look in your eye and the scolding voice of his late mother telling him off for what he'd just done.

He knew it was wrong of him to imply such a thing, especially when he'd only just met you and when you seemed nervous as it was. And for a man who rarely regrets his actions, he did feel a slight hint of guilt for scaring you. His mother would have tore him a whole new asshole if she'd heard him make such a comment, implying what the young woman practically had no choice to do. Given, he certainly had made many comments like those before and they were often eagerly accepted and lead to quite a few passionate nights while Cyril was sent home with Ollie... But that didn't mean now was the time for them. Not when it was late at night alone in Tommy Shelby's office the his secretary he'd met forty five minutes ago. Wouldn't that be a story to hold over the shorter gangster though? The time he bent Tommy's new secretary over the man's own desk in under an hour. Alfie felt the seat of his pants tighten slightly at that idea, but tried to push it off because it still wasn't the time for that.

"The bathroom is this way."

Your words broke him out of his thoughts and Alfie looked over to see you standing by the office door you'd been guarding so "intensely" the whole time. Like your time in the office, the way to the bathroom was also silent. You walked Alfie all the way up to the door, and he was half surprised you didn't accompany him to actual toilet seat.

After a few moments standing awkwardly outside the door, feeling like you sister waiting for her five year old son, Alfie finally came out again. He didn't even wait for you as he made his way back through the main floor. But instead of cutting a straight path through the other desks like before, he was weaving his way around and between the tables. Sometimes he'd pause and look at the papers on a seat even though they were likely just blank log pages, everything else having been put away for the night. Then he'd straighten up again and travel a completely different direction than before. And because you wanted to make sure he wouldn't take anything off the other desks, you followed him.

Up and down and around. If someone were to walk into the company just now, they'd have seen what looked like a two person game of tag....One you seemed to be loosing. Finally he reached the door of Tommy's office again, stopping so suddenly, you almost ran into him.

"Well that was a rush wasn't it poppet? Had to get me daily exercise in didn't I?"

The intimidation you felt from this man was finally starting to wear off. All of the sudden the mood of environment changed again. Alfie sighed and shrugged his shoulders like he'd made a final decision.

"Right. That's really enough of that poppet. Seems your Boss is a no show and I'm a busy man," Alfie stated as he gathered up the papers he's been looking at. You froze, watching him stand up and make his way to the door. Shit shit shit. He was joking again right? He was suppose to stay put. But now he's moving towards the door and doing the very thing he wasn't suppose to do. Why was he leaving now? He said he'd stay. Shoot. You wanted to go back to the uncomfortable silence from before.

You looked around the room for a reason to keep him there. But aside from Tommy's stapler, you didn't see any means of holding him back. Besides it wasn't like the stapler would be of much use. Tommy always forgot to refill it when the staples were gone and had a bad habit of stealing yours and never giving it back. Sure, he technically owned every stapler in the building, but you were still very proud of your own little tool. It hardly ever got jammed. But now it was no where in sight and Tommy's stapler was as usual, empty, meaning unless you wanted to beat Alfie over the head with it, you were out of luck. Sure, you could probably toss it at him as a distraction and then roll the desk chair into his bad hip, but that just felt mean. Arthur would absolutely love it and might have given you a raise for doing it even, but there was a larger part of you that spoke against hitting a man in his war wound. That just felt like a special type of cruel. But it meant you were left with no other option but to witness Alfie walk out the door. As you watched, Mr. Shelby's words flew through your head, talking about how important it was for Alfie to stay until he returned and how you need to keep Alfie there at all costs. Suddenly, an idea hit you.

"WAIT! Don't go! You can't!"

"And why is that Treacle?" The words came out absentmindedly, Alfie already focused on what he'd do when he got home.

".....because I love you?"

Alfie's hand was on the door when he froze, hearing your almost desperate plea. Spinning around as much as he could with his hip, he faced you again. Confusion covered his face, quickly replaced by an almost cocky amusement.

"You love me?"

"Yes," you nodded somewhat confidently," I've loved you since the moment I first met you."

Alfie, tilted his head and took a step closer, raising and eyebrow.

"Well poppet, considering moment I met ya was an hour ago, I'd say it's a love that won't take long to get over."

He turned again but this time you shoved yourself infront of the door before he could grab it.

"No it's not!"

"It's not?"

Now Alfie was confused. He'd have remembered meeting a pretty face like yours before, especially it it accompanied your rather memorable personality, you'd shown today. On the other hand, you were cursing yourself out internally, berating yourself for the impulsive lie. Why didn't you just grab the stapler? Scrambling to cover yourself now, you delved deeper into your story.

"It's not. The first time we met was... it was... at.... no by.... It was by..... in .in in.... IN MY DREAMS!! The first time we met was in my dreams and I've been in love with you since then!! Yes that's it!"

You nodded vigorously, smiling, hoping he'd believe you. He didn't obviously, he knew you were still trying to follow your boss's orders.... but damn was this fun to watch. Alfie raised an eyebrow moving a step closer again.

"Are you saying I'm the man of your dreams poppet?"

"Yes! Absolutely. I think about you every night."

"You do?" Alfie was only a step away now. "What exactly about me do you think dove?"

You thought for a moment, scanning his body for things to talk about, not that it would be hard, but you felt a little pressured here. If Alfie moved any closer his beard would brush you chin.

"Beard.... Your beard is fluffy, and looks soft," you started," and your stance is...like a sturdy man's stance..you have pretty eyes too...and you have arms... I like arms. You look like you'd give good hugs... or could like make my bed," Alfie bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "Also legs, you have legs, and a cane for your hip. You could like do stuff with the cane ... maybe I don't know. Some people may like that. I know people into that." You had no clue what your were saying at this point, just rambling and Alfie didn't know if it was embarrassing or enduring. But before you could delve deeper into your hole, he stopped you.

"Alright poppet. I get it don't I? You're madly in love with me and the idea of me leaving just breaks your heart, don't it?"

"Yes?...." You nodded, not believing that he was believing it. Maybe?... "It breaks my heart and that's why you can't leave. You have to stay with me. In here. In this office....So you can't leave. Because I absolutely love you with all my heart and if you were to go I wouldn't know what to do. I'm just lost without you Alfred Solomons. You are the man of my dreams an..."

"Y/N, What the fuck?"

Startled by Finn's voice you cursed, turning around to see not only the youngest Shelby, but Tommy, Arthur, John, and Michael staring at the scene before them. Evidently during your "heartfelt" speech you hadn't noticed them arrive back to the office. Nor had you seen them opening Tommy's door, only to hear the last bit of you professing your "love" for the man who'd screwed them over more times than John had kids....which was to say a lot. Tommy's eyes met yours in confusion and slight concern as your mouth opened and closed like a fish, unable to provide an explanation. When he said keep Alfie under control he meant, just make sure the man didn't piss in the whiskey decanters or draw horns on Arthur's picture. He wasn't sure why that involved professing your love. In the back of his mind, it passed that you could be a spy, and Tommy honestly hoped that wasn't the case. He liked you, Lizzie never let him take her stapler. A drunken John just smiled in amusement, pleased with the free entertainment. Meanwhile, Finn and Michael were silently making faces at each other, arguing over who'd grab Arthur's legs, and who'd get arms if he decided to act on the dangerous glare he was giving Alfie. He wasn't actually drunk, but Arthur saw you like another Ada, and he didn't like the idea of Alfie romancing you. Arthur also had a deep seated despise for Alfie in general, but everyone knew that. Now they were all looking at your for an explanation.

Looking over your shoulder, the stapler was still empty.

Perfect....

#peaky blinders x reader #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomons #peaky blinders

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99problemsandallofthemarefandoms · 6 months

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*crashes through a window*

What if Joey secretly wore glasses. Like he needs them to read seriously to read. This playing into his bad grades at school. He has contacts but due to money issues he saves them only for important things like playing with friends or dueling.

One day. He either loses his last ones or can't find them. His order for them will be in too late for an important duel tournament.

The dreaded glasses. So many years he had avoided the damn things. They sat in a glasses case buried in the back of his closet. His prescription hasn't changed much so they are still good to use but gods help him does he hate those things. They make him feel like a nerd in a bad way. If the tournament wasn't so important he'd skip the whole thing just because of this.

Que tournament day or days. Joey is pissed. Gods help anyone who even looks at him. He plays for keeps the whole tournament. Trying to finish each game with a brutal and punishing pace just to get the whole ordeal over with.

Kaiba who is of course too busy for some basic tournament is watching because even if he can't play he has to keep up with any potential competition. He of course see Wheeler. With glasses. He got no more work done for the day. Distracted by Joey's odd play style and those damned glasses.

Joey is ready to fight. If anyone says a damn thing at school he is going to start a fist fight. It'll probs take him a day or two to relax about having to show his glasses in public. He does threaten Tristan at least once. Tea thinks better of telling him he should wear them if he needs them when she see that so the gang keep quiet.

Kaiba of course can't stop thinking about Joey in glasses. He has looked at several magazines of objectively attractive people with glasses but only none of them look half as good as Joey. Especially while dueling.

Kaiba of course somehow avoids a fist fight while goading Joey into a duel, forcing him to put on his glasses. (Maybe he offer to pay for Joey's contacts for a year or something if he loses idk) Oh course Joey is in fight mode just like the tournament. Much to Kaiba's surprise (I feel like he had them set up in a private arena so Joey would be focused on him without the other dweebs) Joey beats him bad.

Joey still wearing his glasses meets Kaiba off the duel stage to make sure he keeps his end of the deal. Kaiba instead of just shaking his hand pulls him into a deep kiss that leaves Joey breathless and speechless.

"As unfortunate as it is. I am a man of my word." He straightens Joey's glasses with a very satisfied smirk and leaves. (Quickly because though he has stuff to do he has half a mind to cancel it and go back for another kiss or two)

As much as I prefer so emotional development on both sides I can only see this as a silly sweet oneshot where Joey secretly wears glasses and Kaiba is totally into that. If I ever get to a level of drawing humans I like i so wanna draw Joey in glasses that I imagined.

*crashes back out through a different window than the one they came in through*

#puppyshipping #violetshipping #kaijou #joukai #fic ideas to inspire writers with #fic idea

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,, double life "

pairings : gf!ethanlandry x fem!reader ( elysia )

summary : what happens if he wants you safe?

content warnings : violence, stalker-like

**lowercase intended**

it wasnt like ethan was insecure or anything. he just didnt like the way others would constantly go to you despite countless of threats. why would they go to you for help if they didnt like you.

ethan juggled his double life, needing to be in places at once. over time, he felt the need to watch you get home safely before attacking anyone. of course it was difficult, having to end someones life and 'be' at econ the next second. but he manages. he doesnt know how you would react to him being ghostface, despite knowing your interest in serial killers.

ethan and you were relatively close, ethan the quiet and shy kid who did nothing but mind his business. and you, an outgoing person who wanted one to feel like they didnt have to hide anything. that was what ethan hated about you, you were so friendly. too friendly for his liking. he didnt want to kill unnecessary of course, because quinn thought it was him being weak.

ethan and you arranged a meet up to get lunch together like youd usually do, but it shocked him when you turned him down last minute, having styled his hair the way you liked it.

" eth, im sorry but i gotta help out andy. he has this problem and needs me- you okay? " his once bright and doe eyes switched. it wasnt inviting to say the least.

" yea go ahead. seems like that guy really needs you, so how bout you dont make him wait. "

" sorry eth, ill make it up to you. " you tiptoed and presses your lips onto ethans cheeks. you are one to be very affectionate to others, which was another trait ethan hated.

who, who in this campus or city have felt your lips? ethan wanted you to only kiss him, have your last breath with him.

watching you walk away, he couldnt help but sulk. why did you sudden turn him down, and was andy that important that you had to leave ethan stranded.

" told you she was a waste of time. its better if we just kill her off so you dont go crying to daddy about your sad love story. " quinn didnt look up from the book she was currently reading. she found it amusing, how one person, one girl can change a guy entirely.

" lay a finger on her for a surprise, quinn. " ethan stopped his pacing, angry that quinn would even suggest such a thing.

" oh i love surprises! " quinn cheered.

★

ethan was in his shared dorm, viewing your instagram story that was filled with pictures of you smiling. you smiling with that bitch andy. of course he would get angry, the only guy you ever posted other than him was chad and your family. andy? andy. youve got to be kidding, ethan thought.

he trusted you of course, but not andy.

★

andy seemed more touchy with you, seeing you take a shot of alcohol before encouraging andy to take some. andy just shook his head and brushed your hair behind you ear. ethan saw something in andys eyes that you probably couldnt. after standing outside the bar, pretending to be waiting for someone, he saw you and andy getting ready to leave. as if on cue, he acted like he was passing by when he saw you two.

" eth! what are you doing here? you look cute tonight- "

" hey ethan. "

" i was just passing by. come elysia, ill get you to sam- " ethan was rudely interrupted by andy.

" dont sweat it, i can bring her. "

" i feel that it is safer if shes with me. " ethan snapped back. from afar, he sees quinn shaking her head disapprovingly.

" come on man, i can- "

" andy, i wanna go with ethan. " sighing in defeat, he lets go of you. you lost your balance but ethan caught you.

" whatever man. "

" you alright? can you walk? " ethan layed his hands on your shoulders to examine you.

" eth, you worry too much! can we go now, m very tired. " ethan nodded, watching how quinn is still standing, studying you and ethan.

ethan doesnt have a choice but had to walk towards quinn as that it the direction of your dorm.

" hey angel! " quinn said, walking up to you, eyes darting to ethans arm that was wrapped around your waist. smiling with a glint of mischief in her eyes, she started.

" you shouldnt be out with random people. who knows what could have happened if they were the ghostface killer everyones talking about? "

" quinn- " quinn shrugged, challenging ethan.

" eths here, i trust that he can protect me. " halting at a traffic stop, quinn sighed, knowing that shits not true.

" ely, you know better to trust anyone after what happened in woodsbro. plus, you know what they say, keep your enemies closer. " that made you turn to quinn, eyes squinting in disgust. it was as if ethan knew what you were going to say, so he spoke for the both of you.

" its not nice to bring up someone's past quinn. " green light flashed quinns face, indicating that you were able to start walking as the vehicles stopped for you.

" what, am i wrong? " ignoring quinn, ethan quickened his pace and wrapped his hand tighter around you.

he knew quinn was driven by madness. having lost her brother that was killed by your best friend. since sam killed the person she cared about, quinn wanted sam to feel how it feels to lose hers ; tara and you.

★

the next day, you thought about what quinn said. it made sense but you knew you could trust your friend group. quinn was probably just looking out for you, you thought. you and quinn had a good relationship, or so you thought. quinn would come to you for advices or even when she had to spill a gossip.

screams filled the void as your eyes darted to quinns room. mindy stood up quickly, rebuilding her guard that she destroyed for the friend group. there was no way someone could have sneaked, the doors having about five locks and the apartment was on the third floor, with no fire escape.

then there was silence. nobody dared to make a move and senses heightened. the door swung open, revealing ghost face throwing quinns body in front of you. everyone screamed, scrambling to find a zone where they felt safe in, but it was impossible when ghost face could easily find you. rushing to the bowl where held all keys, you realized it was empty, signaling that there was no way out.

wanting to defend yourself, you ran to the kitchen where a frustrated sam threw the knife holder. it was empty. no knives whatsoever. fuck. sam ran towards you, not realizing that you were in her way. ghost face swung his knife missing sam by an inch. a wet sounds was heard when sam realized that the knife had cut your arm.

screaming in pain, you ran after sam, trying to find somewhere safe to hide. ghostface - ethan - realizing that he had hurt you, felt worried, but had to throw that feeling aside as he had to at least kill someone.

anika pushed the drawers in front of the door with the help of chad after getting stabbed by ghostface. sams newfound boyfriend, danny, pulled his ladder through his window and onto yours.

" you gotta climb! sam, im here! just look at me, focus on me! " sam breathed, calming herself down.

the pounds on the door got worst as ghostface tried to budge the door open. seeing that mindy was holding it back, you ran to her aid.

" l, its not safe, just go! "

" fuck you if you think imma leave you. " mindy smiled through pain and her suffering, her nightmares chasing after her.

" go mindy! " mindy shook her head, not wanting to leave you.

" anika needs you, mindy! go! " mindy was feeling hopeless, she didnt want to leave her girlfriend and her best friend that she considered her sister.

nodding, she ran to anika.

" anika i need you to climb, okay? " mindy held anikas tear stained face who had fear in her eyes. death was just on the other side of the door, she knew she couldnt make it.

" mindy you go first, please mindy. " she cried.

not wanting to fight any further, mindy pressed her lips onto anikas, afraid that this might be the last considering her injuries she sustained.

when it was anikas turn, she looked at you.

" elys, you should go- "

" anika! you go first please. i can hold this son of a bitch back. " you found a dumbbell, you thought that could be used as a weapon if ghostface attacks. ethan hated that you were selfless, risking your life for others when he should be the one risking his life for you.

anika was barely in the middle of the ladder when ghostface managed to open the door. you were pushed forward by impact. adrenaline was pumping harder, so you lifted the dumbbell and aimed at ghostfaces mask. a groan could be heard from behind the mask. satisfied with such noise, you continued hitting ghostface in the face until anika was able to reach the other side safely. once ghostface was stunned, you ran to the window and began climbing it when your leg got pulled.

your head landed with a thud and sam called out to you.

ghostface then pushed the ladder off your windowsill and shut the window, leaving you trapped with him.

all they could see from such a small view was ghostface lifting his knife, landing it right where they thought you were. there was a scream and they knew then and there you were gone. sam cried out, having to lose another loved one. ghostface stood up, head slightly tilted as he walked out of the room.

★

" i had econ! " ethan defended himself.

" i was in the studyhall with a thousand of students, you can ask them! " chad let go of ethans collar when chad sighed.

" wheres ely? " eyes running through the group. " and quinn? "

" she- theyre dead. " chad knew about ethans jnterest in you and felt devastated for his friend. but it was for the better as he knew if ethan was there to witness your killing, he wouldnt be able to take it all in.

" fuck.. no.. no. " ethan dropped to his knees as he couldn't believe what he heard. mindys guess of him being ghostface faltered. unless it was a pity act. and it was, because he knows that youre safe.

★

waking up with a headache, you felt light weight. you jolted up think you were dead.

" youre not dead you know? " it was ethan. he was sitting by the foot of the bed watching you with intense eyes.

" where are we, eth? " glancing around the unfamiliar room.

" how are you feeling, l? " ethan ignored your question, not bothering to answer. he doesnt know how to explain what happened.

" eth, im being serious, where are we? " ethan wanted it to be just you and him. when you tried to move off the bed, a cold bar came in contact with your wrist.

a cuff.

" eth, whats going on? " no answer.

" ethan? "

" ethan landry? " he saw how your eye brows creased, wanting an explanation.

" i need you safe here, ive hurt you already and thats enough for me to keep you safe. youre safe with me. im all you need. " ethan was rambling.

what? he hurt me? looking at your arm that was bandaged, you connected the dots.

" you're not- "

realization filled your eyes as it darted toward ethan.

" what? are you scared of me now that im ghostface? are you going to run away when you know damn well i can protect you better than anyone can. "

#scream #scream 6 #oneshots #imagines #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #ethan landry x you #jack champion x y/n #jack champion #jack champion x reader #ethan landry angst

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damagedintellect · 11 months

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Nakahara Chuuya x Reader

💌 Would this be considered a social suicide? : Chapter 6 💌

Summary: You knew it was dangerous to take walks at night but hearing the water rushing under the bridge was calming to your nerves. You didn’t imagine you’d ever fall into the river and somehow wake up in your favorite anime. The isekai that I’m sure will come back to haunt me. It’s kept me up all night but I might as well get the brainrot out.

Notes: Reader is Isekai’d into BSD, Slow to start, Chuuya is endgame but there’s a fair bit of reader & Dazai moments too okay like a lot of Dazai moments, implied poly but not really

This will be the last update for a while because Artfight starts in a few days and it takes place during the whole month of July. The theme is Vampire vs Werewolves which has me laughing my ass off, IT'S LITERALLY BSD THEMED I CAN'T IT'S TOO MUCH!!! I'm planning on siding with Vampire's since *SPOILERS* home boi is under the vampirism.

Tags: @celestair

💌 Word count: 2,871 💌 Available Chapters [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7]

A few days later was the day Kunikida had a very important schedule to uphold. Everyone was left to their own devices and it was a nice change of pace compared to the past few weeks. You had mostly finished up your tasks for the day and were acting like you were still busy so no one would bother you. Kunikida had left a few minutes ago when you got a message from an unknown number. You had no idea who it was but they had asked you to meet at the station. The one Kunikida was currently at. Could it be Chuuya? You observe Dazai as he agonizes over not being able to ruin the blonde's day yet. It's possible he gave Chuuya your number but you didn't want to ask. You would rather not get involved. It's not like the redhead didn't have other means of gaining that information.

You left with Yosano since you were going to the same area. Upon arrival you knew you had time to spare. You waited on the bench that you remember Chuuya sitting on knowing he would show up after he was done reporting the bomber incident to Mori. You shot him a quick text and waited. Something along the lines of "Don’t worry about the vendetta bomber guy, glasses mans has it handled :3" yes you added the face. It was a necessary component to the message.

It wasn’t too long after that you felt the rumble of Kunikida's beckon to Yosano. Judging by the lack of Chuuya he probably stayed to watch despite your message. You don't blame him. In fact this just makes you fall for him more. Even if Kunikida wasn't the one to save the day he stayed back to make sure and would have stepped in accordingly. Are you giving him too much credit? Probably, but you also wondered why he even called you to the station and having time to kill makes your brainrot show.

"Your ability confuses me ya know. It’s like having a less malicious Dazai."

You looked up when Chuuya’s standing in front of you. "You're not wrong," that's how this entire experience felt like to you anyways. It’s interesting being able to manipulate the situation simply because you know everything. You know what they say, knowledge is power and all. "So why'd you wanna meet up?"

He looked off to the side fiddling with his hair as he walked off waiting for you to follow him "See confusing, I figured you'd already know that." He spoke soft as if it was more of an afterthought as he rubbed the back of his neck avoiding your gaze. "Even if you did know I guess you'd want to hear me say it." He stopped to turn to you fully. "I want to apologize for the other night."

Your face was dusted with color at the memory "Oh" this was unexpected. Did he really feel that bad? He grabbed you by the hand pulling you along before you could interject. When he got to the gate he dropped a ticket and pushed you through before inserting another ticket for himself. He resumed holding your hand as he led you to the platform. He was being awfully quiet and you had no idea where he was taking you. If you were taking the train it must be far, otherwise he would have just drove you there instead. You were taking the Keikyu Main Line but that didn't help you much with your very limited knowledge of the area. After all, you didn't originally live in Yokohama. He practically threw you into a seat while he leaned on the pole next to where you were sitting. He pulled his hat down but you could see the faint red that ghosted his cheeks and ears.

Was he embarrassed about the other night or holding your hand? It could be both. You didn't know how long you'd be on the train for and you didn't really have anything to occupy your time but you didn’t want to stare at Chuuya for the entire journey. You turned slightly to stare outside. You watched the outside for 20 minutes before Chuuya said anything "We’re getting off here." He offered you his hand again. You couldn't help your heart fluttering. What was going on? Where was he taking you?

He pulled you to another platform on the Kanazawa Seaside Line. This time the cart was fully packed. You were both pushed into the corner of the cart right in front of one of the windows. The gravity around you shifted as the train started moving while everyone had felt the jerk in momentum you and Chuuya stayed in place as he put an arm on your shoulder. He was facing out the window but was still side-eyeing you. You tilted your head still lost at what was happening. "Where are we going?" You genuinely had no idea.

"Look for yourself." He motioned out the window.

He pointed across the way to the big ferris wheel. He was taking you to the amusement park? Was this a date!? When he saw your flustered expression he was taken aback. "It's not what you think! It's just that I wanted to make up for the other night. Shitty Dazai told me I should send flowers to the office so I decided to do the opposite and take you out instead." He seemed just as flustered as you. So this was Dazai’s doing. After you told Dazai about your implied polygamous relations you hadn’t spoken about your fake past. The lanky motherfucker doesn't bring it up either but when he looks at you there's something new in his eyes. You still can't read him to save your life. You wish you could have heard his inner monologue about it. He probably told Chuuya knowing the redhead would do the opposite of what he suggested. Landing you some alone time with one of your forgotten lovers.

Before you could stop yourself the words flew out of your mouth. "So it's a date then."

"It's an apology!" He near shouted in his defense before adding "but if your ability wants it to be, then yes, it's a date." He grumbled, turning away to look out the window. His minor attraction to you was becoming apparent. You'd have to thank Dazai for this later. He grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the car once you got to your stop.

Hekkejima sea paradise. It was a free aquarium and park that had paid attractions, rides and experiences. There were a lot of couples walking around. With the way Chuuya was holding your hand it definitely felt like a date. You started off walking through the aquarium. As you looked at all the fish you couldn't help but recall one of Chuuya’s units from the mobile game where he was at the aquarium. In the picture he was wearing a dolphin necklace. When you go to the giftshop you should get matching ones. You wondered if he'd actually wear it.

You were spacing out thinking about it when he snapped his fingers in front of your face "You still with me? I asked if there was anything else you wanted to see." Chuuya sighed defeated. He knew this was a stupid idea, maybe he should have just gone with the flowers. "If you're that bored we can do something else-"

"No it's not that!" You frantically cut him off. "I was just enjoying Chuuya’s company. Guess I got carried away." You rested your head on his shoulder. He jumped slightly at the contact. Once he peered around a bit he leaned into you as well. You relaxed further into his side. This moment was perfect. You don’t know how long you stayed like that for since you were watching the fish swim around the tank. Then it occurred to you just what fish you had been staring at. You started laughing almost maniacally catching Chuuya off guard “What’s so funny?” He looked to you in confusion searching your face for any answers. You just couldn’t, it was too funny to you. You lifted your shaky hand pointing at the tank. “That school of fish, it’s mackerel!” you had another laughing fit as you took out your phone. Chuuya stifled his laugh but he was laughing more at you then his shitty nickname for Dazai. You pulled him in closer, turning your phone to try and get a photo with you, Chuuya and the fish. Obviously you were going to send it to Dazai asking him “what’s he doing there?” You didn’t even care that the mackerel was blurry. You captured Chuuya mid laugh. It was a really cute picture of you both. You didn't even think twice before sending it off to Dazai.

After you finished making your way around the aquarium you ended up at the giftshop. They did in fact have the dolphin necklace in stock.

"Hey Chuuya, do you…" You trailed off, it was kind of stupid anyway. He peeked at what you were looking at. “Hmm?” He had been staring at orca plushies. You were still holding the two necklaces. He raised an eyebrow at you “Can’t decide which one?”

“I uh, no not really I just,” You don’t know why you were stuttering. It was a simple question. “You wanna get matching necklaces?”

He blinked for a second not expecting that to be the question you were going to ask. You gave him the puppy dog eyes. Who could resist those adorable wide eyes of yours not to mention you know the redhead is a sucker for puppies. This was going to work, it needed to work. Today was about you anyhow why would he say no to you. He kept looking from the necklaces to you, he was confused. “Why?”

You sighed, of course you had to spell it out for him “I don’t know I like the idea of matching friendship necklaces, ignore me for being sentimental.” You knew it was too good to be true but to be fair, him stealing you away for the day was already an accomplishment. You shouldn’t try to push your luck anyhow. He studied your face while you were putting them back but before you managed to put them back on the rack he grabbed them from you. "If you feel sentimental over this we're getting them." He declared firmly walking up to the register to pay. You watched him walk away with a smile. You felt special, like you were living in a daydream. Walking out of the gift shop Chuuya pulled you over to the side to put the necklace on you himself. He was already wearing his and you couldn’t help but grin.

The park made an announcement that there was going to be a dolphin show and that any visitors who wanted to participate should make their way over to the viewing area. Chuuya smirked, grabbing your hand pulling you along with him. “You like dolphins right? Then you’ll love this.” You let yourself be dragged along while you giggled to yourself. You had a feeling that he’s seen the dolphin show before. There was a sparkle in his eye as he managed to secure you both front row seats. The attendants were passing out rain ponchos for the first three rows but before you could take one Chuuya refused for the both of you. His excitement was rubbing off on you even though you could guess that he was trying to impress you with the nature of his ability. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dorkiness. When the show started he draped his arm around you prompting you to scoot closer to him and as the dolphin made their entrance they splashed the audience as they passed by, but like you predicted you and Chuuya remained bone dry. You cackled uncontrollably at his antics to the point you were starting to tear up. “Oh you’re cute you know that!” In your laughing fit you completely missed the way Chuuya froze blush creeping across his face as he smiled at you.

As you continued to walk around the park you were starting to see more and more couples having crepes. Naturally if this was supposed to be a date then you guys needed to get some. This would also make up for the fact you didn’t get to have crepes with Atsushi and Kyoka that one time. You were trying to locate the vendor when Chuuya started pulling you in the opposite direction. You were about to complain when you saw the crepe stall up ahead. He laughed at your stunned expression “You wanted a crepe right? Everytime I come here it’s usually with Elise and Mori. It’s tradition at this point.” His smile was so radiant you never wanted this day to end. When the sun was starting to set he claimed that there was still one more thing you both had to do. You got in line for the ferris wheel as it hit golden hour and the colorful park was washed in a sea of gold. Maybe you should have gotten in line earlier to watch the sunset from the highest cart. By the time you made it to the front of the line the sun was nearly gone. As you guys entered the cabin you frowned seeing the sun fade away.

Chuuya cleared his throat, breaking your focus from the horizon line as he joined you by the window idly putting his hands on the railing provided for balance. “You’re probably sick of hearing me say it but I’m sorry for the other night,” he trailed off looking out the window at the view. “I’m not about taking advantage of people for their ability. It’s a shitty existence being used like that.” He looked down thinking about his past. Talking with you was hard because he didn’t know what to say when you could already read him like an open book. You place your hand on top of his. “I mean I agreed to this. I could have just not told you anything if I really didn’t want to help you, ya know.” You know in your heart of hearts you were using him more than he was using you.

He grit his teeth annoyed at your words “See this is what I mean when I say it’s like having a less malicious Dazai but you I just don’t get.” He turned to look at you “You don’t gain anything from helping me and you said it yourself I wouldn’t do anything to you knowing you’re the only one who can answer the question. So what gives, why would you even bother?”

Sighing you gave him a lopsided smile “I’m much more selfish than you give me credit for.” You contemplate telling him the same lie you told Dazai. It wouldn’t really do much either way but you think you should take a slightly different approach. “Contrary to popular belief it does seem like Dazai’s ability has a few exceptions. Since I don’t particularly have to touch people it makes sense but it was still unexpected. When I started working at the ADA and was around Dazai all the time, I started getting these visions of this cute feisty redhead. Guess you could say I took an interest in him. You can imagine my surprise when we finally met and he wanted to speak to me personally.” You shyly avoid his gaze peering out the window. It seemed like the cart you were in was just about at the top and you borderline just confessed to him. Depending on his reaction this was either going to be the worst ten minutes or the best ten minutes of your life.

He grabbed your chin guiding you back to look him in the eyes as he chuckled. “Oh so you’ve had a crush on me from the start.” he gave you the smuggest smirk known to man. You were toast this was it this is how you die. He opened his mouth but you both snapped your head to the window when a loud explosion went off in the distance as the sky illuminated with fireworks. This was better than a sunset. You both watched the fireworks, neither of you moved from your position. When the first wave had a brief dip Chuuya resumed what he was about to say “The feeling is mutual." Your eyes widen taking in what he just said as you both stare into each other’s eyes making sure this wasn’t some elaborate joke. This time you didn’t hesitate taking a step forward to capture his lips with yours. The fireworks in the distance faded without either of you noticing as you melted into each other. It wasn’t like the heated almost desperate make out you had weeks ago. Every touch felt deliberate and reassuring like this was how it was always supposed to be. You didn’t even realize the ride had ended until one of the employees cleared their throat. The two of you separated instantly, walking out embarrassed like school children.

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sunshinesdaydream · 10 months

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Happy Together Part 2

Pairing: Wrecker x Female Reader AU: Right to Love Clone Matchmaking AU Rating: SFW for this part but minors DNI as future parts could be NSFW. Summary: Time for Wrecker's Date! Word Count: 2501 Note: So this is an EVERYONE lives AU for me. See notes on my master page or part 1 of this fic.

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“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor,” Crosshair said, annoyed at Wrecker’s pacing. “He actually can not, he possibly could wear a hole in the covering, or the pad beneath, but the durasteel beneath would take approximately …”Tech began. “No one asked, Tech,” Wrecker snapped. “Who broke Wrecker?” Fives poked his head into the room before entering with Echo and Hardcase behind him. “He’s anxious about his imminent …”Tech began again. “It’s a date,” Crosshair said,”why can’t you say Wrecker’s date,” “It’s important to be precise,” Tech held his finger up, “he is anxious about meeting his intended partner, not about the actual event. Moreover, I …” “I think I’m going to be sick,” Wrecker moaned. “Statistically improbable, you have vomited exactly two times after you passed infancy. Both involved viruses contracted on other planets. As we have not been off planet in two standard months, I highly doubt that is the case,” Tech pointed out. “I think I’m going to be sick after that,” Hardcase said, staring at Tech. “We are here as moral support,” Fives announced. “Oh, goodie,” Crosshair drawled from his bunk, “I’m going to the range before this becomes much more… supportive” with a nod to Wrecker, he left the room. “Heard you were nervous,”Echo said. “Thought we should come and support our vod’ika” “You have nothing to worry about!” Fives chimed in. “What if she doesn’t like me?” Wrecker asked, still pacing. “Why wouldn’t someone like you, Wrecker?” Hardcase asked. “You’re fun!” “And they are very good at what they do,” Echo said. “They are quite thorough in their questions,” Tech added,”and their success rate is interestingly high,” “If they can find someone for Hardcase, fairly sure they can for anyone,”Fives pointed out. Hardcase shrugged, unconcerned. “What if I kark it up and say something stupid?” Wrecker asked. “I mean… Fives…”Hardcase began. “Don’t start that,” Fives interrupted. “Wait, you guys aren’t…” Wrecker said. “No, Rex got Fox to make sure our patrol got changed to the same time. Something about being tired of our ‘shenanigans’” Fives said, and indeed all three were in their full kit as opposed to just pieces as they did waiting around on call.

“I'm supposed to report back to Rex with any funny business,” Hardcase said, clearly happy at being a current favorite. “Anyways, you got this. But they match based on you, don't try to do anything unnatural to try and impress,”

“Hardcase, giving good advice?” Fives asked. “What did you do with the real Hardcase?”

Wrecker threw his arm around Hardcase, “Awe, leave him alone.”

“Wrecker, if you want to arrive on time you should leave,” Tech said, engrossed in his datapad.

“Oh, see you guys later,” Wrecker said, immediately heading for the door.

“I'll walk you to the lift, vod,” Hardcase said, going along with him.

Once the door closed behind them, Echo looked over at Tech. “Mission status?”

“The test run is going smoothly as of the moment. I will update you as the night progresses,” Tech answered. “There may be some adjustments that will need made for the intended target. I am making note of them,”

he massive series of squares spread out beyond full of light, music, the scents of hundreds of different types of food, and laughter.

You sat on the bench that had been pointed out for you to meet him at, fidgeting the hem of your floral dress. Was it even the right thing to wear?

You kept fighting the long list of things that you could do wrong your thoughts as you watched the crowd. Reminding yourself if something as little as a nervous mistake now could put him off, this wouldn't work out in the long run anyways.

Just on time you saw him walking down the street towards where you were. He was smiling and greeting those he passed while scanning the people on the street looking for you.

Without thinking you were on your feet walking towards him. He was easily the largest human you had ever seen, which should have made him intimidating. Instead he seemed welcoming.

“There you are! Hello!” Wrecker called out, his smile brightening, as soon as he spotted you. You smiled and gave a little wave in return.

“Wow, you are pretty,” he said when you were closer.

Blushing you look down, “Thank you,”

“Uh, sorry,” he said, rubbing the back of his head. “I'm a little nervous,”

You nod and answer, “So am I,”

Wrecker's smile returned, he held out a hand, “Maybe it won't be so bad if we are nervous together?”

You couldn't help but giggle as you took his hand, “Sounds like a good plan,”

“Great!” he answered, “How about we go see what's going on, it sounds like fun.”

“It smells delicious,too,” you answer.

“It sure does,” he agrees, as you two head for the festival lights.

Being on the taller end of average, you didn’t have the tendency to feel absolutely tiny before. But you did now. At the same time he had quickly put you at ease. You were as comfortable in his presence as if you had known him for a long time.

“Have you come to this festival before?” You ask him.

“No, didn’t have much time before” he answered. “But it sounds interesting. Like some of the Best parts of visiting a planet. Have you?”

“Every year, as many times as I can,” you answer. “Since it’s your first time, you pick what we try first”

“Are you sure?” He asked.

You nodded, “Your first time, what do you want to try first?”

Flames erupted from a grilling pit nearby, catching Wrecker’s attention.

“How about that?” He gestured in the direction of the flames.

“They weren’t here last year,” you tell him, “let’s go see!” You pull his hand a bit and he follows you over to the booth.

“Ronto Wraps, Batuu” he read. “Outer Rim?”

“You would know better than me, I’ve never been off planet,” you tell him.

“Never off planet?” He asked, surprised “we’ll have to fix that”

“That would be fun,” you smile up at him. Then to the man running the booth, “one please!”

Faster than you, Wrecker dropped the credits in the man’s hand.

“I picked, I pay,” he said before you could complain.

“Okay, next time I pick, I pay,” you respond.

“Maybe,” he grinned, but he was watching intently as they assembled the food.

Deciding to drop the subject for the moment, you take the container handed to you and he thanked the man.

Wrecker found an empty bench for you to share while you tried the food.

He looked disconcerted when you only cut a third of the wrap off for yourself.

Before he could ask you say, “if I eat much more than this, I won’t make it more than a few things. I’d like to try a bunch tonight, that’s why it’s always better to do this with someone else.”

“I have some brothers who would really love this” Wrecker agreed.

After you tasted the savory wrap you told him, “good choice! This is really good!”

“It is!” He said,”I didn’t even know food could taste different ways until we left Kamino. It was okay, just not much variety,”

“Do you like to cook?” You ask him.

“Don’t know how,” he answered. “Thought about taking classes, but haven’t done it yet,”

“I could show you, if you would like,” you offer.

“Really?” He asks, very excited.

“I’m a bit better at baking, but yeah, I could,” you smile up at his excitement. “It could be fun,”

Next you picked a drink, Dorian Passion Fruit Ice, and paid for both before Wrecker could pull the credits from his

pocket.

So he led you to the next booth where there were several Wookiees. You almost spilled your drink when he greeted them, briefly wondering if he was just making an approximation of their language. But when the Wookiees responded enthusiastically, you changed your mind.

Wrecker shook his head, responding, but made a gesture to mean a little.

A further exchange and he had a plate of barbecued trakkrrrn ribs in hand.

“Might want to grab some napkins, sweetheart,” he said, cheerfully “these can get messy. I wouldn’t want you to get any on your pretty dress,”

You grabbed a handful and followed him to a tiny table. “What was that?” You ask.

Wrecker laughed, “I can only manage a few words. It’s kinda hard, and I can’t do it too much. But I understand almost all of it. We spent some time on Kashyyyk working with the Wookiees. They are great people, also really good food,” he motioned to the plate.

Next the two of you headed towards some music, while you asked him more about Kashyyyk.

When you stopped to watch a performance of dancers from Duvun he put his arm around you and you lean into him, wondering where your anxiety has gone.

When the performance ends he looks down at you and asks, “Where to next?”

You honestly wanted to say nowhere, not wanting to move from your new found favorite spot. But, restraining yourself from jumping in too fast, you scan the booths nearby.

You see a booth of bantha burgers with interesting buns that you would like to try, but also a nearby booth of flowers.

“I was thinking the bantha burger, but do you mind if we look at the flowers first?” You ask, still leaning into him.

Wrecker squeezed you a bit closer and said,”of course not, let’s go!”

He kept his arm around you as you headed towards the booth that was overflowing with flowers.

You were admiring the blooms when he said quietly, “I’ll be right back,” with a light squeeze to your shoulder.

Slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t hang around for something you were interested in, you got into a conversation with one of the owners about the varieties they carried and about the smaller potted plants they had.

Just as you had gotten the location of their permanent shop so you could get some of the potted plants without carrying them around on your date, Wrecker reappeared. He was holding a crown of flowers that matched your dress and grinning.

“For you, sweetheart,” he said, setting it on your head.

Struck speechless for a minute, you pull on his shoulder enough that he gets the idea and leans down.

You kiss him, then throw your arms around him in a hug, pressing your cheek to his. “Thank you!” You finally manage to utter.

Your feet leave the floor briefly as he hugs you tightly in return. “Will I get hugs and kisses every time I get you

flowers?” He laughed.

You kiss his cheek and answer “yes, absolutely,”

He sets you back on your feet and gives you a gentle kiss before turning his attention to the man you had been speaking to.

“Thank you, sir,” he said.

“It was my pleasure, trooper” the man grinned, as you realized he had been keeping you distracted.

Wrecker smiled back, wrapping his arm around you once again leading you towards the bantha burger booth.

Your questions about the ingredients of the roll the burger was on when purchasing inspired Wrecker to ask you more about your profession.

“My grandmother taught my cousin and I to bake when we were so small I can’t remember the first time,” you explained. “She left the two of us the bakery,”

You didn’t know whether it was him trying to keep the conversation positive, or because he didn’t relate to things like parents, but he didn’t ask about yours yet. Which you were grateful for.

“We have a few friends that work with us,” you add, “but we are one of the rare bakeries that doesn’t have droids.”

“No droids?” He asked, “why?”

“I suppose now it’s novelty for most customers,” you answer. “But I guess tradition for my family? Our main recipes are ones that have been handed down generations from before our family came to Coruscant,”

“Would you show me some of those too?” He asked.

“Of course!” You smile up at him.

You two continue through the festival, trying foods, watching performances, looking at art displays, craft booths, talking about your families and friends.

His laugh was contagious and he kept you as close as possible. Now, less tentative about putting his arm around you, hugging you randomly and giving you gentle kisses.

When the festival was ending for the night you brought him to the best overlook you had found for watching the firework display over the skyline.

“Bet you have made prettier ones,” you say as together you head for the hover tram that will bring you back to your neighborhood.

“Hmm, maybe,” he said. “Bigger, for sure! Haven’t

synchronized them to music yet. Hardcase and I have been working on a project like that. But it’s taking forever because Rex insists that someone be there to supervise us. Something about blowing up the building, but both of us know how much of what to use,”

You giggle, judging by his fairly carefree attitude and his description of one of his closest friends their elder brother was probably concerned they’d toe the line for a bigger boom. Also, he sounded protective.

Wrecker went on to describe different effects they were trying to accomplish, making it fairly easy to follow along. But it was clear that it was just surface level of the vast amount of knowledge he had on the subject.

As you neared your home you felt conflicted. You absolutely did not want him to let go of you, you couldn't remember the last time you felt so comfortable without even the background hum of anxiety. At the same time you didn't know if you were becoming attached too quickly.

It was terribly late, but you had the day off tomorrow. You also had a batch of cookies you had anxiety baked before leaving for the festival.

Wrecker noticed you being quieter. ”You okay, sweetheart?” he asked, “Tired?”

“I'm good, great actually,” you tell him. “I was just thinking,”

“What about?” he asked.

You took a deep breath, looking at the ground, and unfortunately rambled, “I know we just ate all of that food at the festival and it's really late and I don't know what you have to do tomorrow, but I baked some cookies this afternoon, I thought maybe you would like to come in for some...”

Wrecker stopped walking and tilted your head up with a slight stroke of his finger under your chin. With a laugh, quieter than before, he told you, “Sweetheart, I'm never going to say no to cookies.”

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nono-bunny · 3 months

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Thoghts from watching the ATLA live action!

Episode 4:

Holy shit Iroh and Aang are cellmates this is such a fun scenario!! Gives some strong Crossroads of Destiny vibes, ngl. Also, the crytals look cool!!!

Oh I'm genuinely so glad they didn't just... Move on from Sai working for the Fire Nation, I was genuinely doubtful they were gonna adress it tbh! Now I just need a Sokka and Jet confrontation and I'll be happy, though, that isn't likely to happen unfortunately.

I really do like what they did with Sai and Sokka though- this kinda feels like him starting a pattern of trying to look for replacement father figures tbh, which really fits with how much more visibly he's fixated on being like Hakoda here. It's sad and sweet at the same time, and I'm really interested to see how they'll write Hakoda!

Fuck yes, spy Zuko!!!

Smh kid Bumi isn't crazy enough, is it really THAT hard to find just. A completely unhinged looking kid?? Nah obviously I'm joking, he's cute haha it obviously wouldn't have been possible to have the visual similarities we see in the og so just having his unique laugh to identify him by works!

Idk what was up with Iroh's writing in the first episodes, he felt really foreign to me but over time he genuinely finally starts feeling like Iroh so I'm glad they got into the groove with his writing! He's still a bit too open which feels weird, but he uses more veiled language now while doing it so it works better. Also? I heard they used Leaves From The Vine, but damn it still got me!!

Haha YES, this was genuinely a change I always wanted: Sokka and Katara in the tunnels instead of Aang and Katara!! Not for shipping reasons, because that's gross, but because I always felt it would've been real funny haha

Wait are they fr sending Iroh to face punishment? I was sure he was next to Aang as part of a White Lotus thing or just until Bumi heard he was there!! I'm guessing he... Still doesn't know? I'm guessing this whole thing is a spin on when Iroh gets taken from the hot springs, but Bumi being directly in charge only works if it's all a ploy or if he hasn't been informed that they have the Dragon of the West in captivity- which would be wild!! Unless he's busy constructing puzzles for Aang lmao idk

So like. Given that the siblings are going to the tunnels, Aang is meeting Bumi, and Zuko is rescuing Iroh... I guess we just drop the Jet plot until next season??? Man, what a bummer. That was too short and didn't even hit all the high point of meeting him in the original. Like, they honestly could've had him try to appear and try to atone by trying to help and getting rejected and yelled at, but instead he just confirms his evil plans and is never seen again? Like, literally, what did he even do here? Despite being on screen for longer, his betrayal somehow doesn't seem as impactful because there's no time for Katara to process it last episode, like. Again, I hope to god this is a thing she has to kinda wrestle with a lot next season- I also kinda hope Sokka somehow independently meets him with Aang again and doesn't realize that the guy from the cart is the same guy Katara talked about, and that these two get to have their own Jet disappointment because again!! So far taking Sokka out of the Jet plot is genuinely the biggest issue I have with this show. Katara's arc seems to be headed to the same place albeit in a very different pace, but this is something that would be INCREDIBLY hard to fix. Like? I get it, I understand that what Sokka learns in that episode doesn't have to happen there, but. It's genuinely one of my favorite episodes because of how both of the water tribe siblings get to learn something from interacting with this charming duplicitous guy, and taking out Sokka's growth kinda just? Leaves us with Katara getting betrayed while bottling it up (likely until either they meet again or until Zuko's actions remind her of it- it'll probably also be important with Hama), it kinda just becomes "Katara gets a crush on a bad boy and gets hurt" which? Idk it feels weird, it was presented differently here and she feels much less silly and willfully blind because for the longest time no one tells her to be wary of Jet but. I still don't like how ultimately Jet was just there to disappoint Katara and interact with literally no one else. I mean!! I love Jet, of course I too had a crush on him, he's iconic and important and of course he had to be a part of this, but. Truly, they minimized the hurt he causes so much that I just kinda feel like he might as well not have appeared with how little he ultimately impacted things, at least for right now. I'm really hoping he gets an expanded role next season that helps to make up for how much his appearance was minimized, or that we see this have a tangible impact on Katara, because as it stands... It was just kind of a disappointing cameo appearance rather than something that felt like it needed to be there. Anyway this is all more about last episode but I still held out a bit of hope for it to be resolved better so. To see that Sai and Teo get to face a bit of emotional fallout set up last episode because they get to further the plot, while Jet just vanishes... It sucks, and it hurts, and I hate it. Anyway, onwards, I guess!

Teo has genuinely been changed so much he straight up isn't the same character anymore, and it's... Strange. I don't really like it too much, tbh. He's like, EXTREMELY cynical and eager to fight, and it's such a strange change from a character whose entire purpose originally was to kind of mirror Aang and help nudge him along on his journey. I genuinely can't tell if they just thought that living in a city under constant threat rather than literally amongst the clouds would mean he would kind of have to be different, or if it was an attempt to make him cooler or whatever. Regardless, I don't like it, tbh he kinda pisses me off a bit? He's SO serious and angry all the time and it just. Feels weird when he only resembles his original counterpart through his name and use of a wheelchair. Everything else about him is nowhere to be seen! If you compare his situation to Katara, it might seem similar on the surface- except, Katara is a main character who clearly still has a character arc ahead of her (and also all of her defining traits are still there), while Teo shows up like twice. It's kinda vital that he isn't too complex and keeps his original personality because he doesn't have the same leeway to grow that a main character does, otherwise he risks just becoming someone else entirely... And that's what happened. The thoughtful and cheerful boy with an interest in Air Nomad culture is all but gone, replaced with yet another angry warrior, and? While I get how it's probably more likely for him to become the latter, I also very much miss and lament the loss of the former. Sai is very much the stronger adaptational character of the two, and he's the only one of the two to get to have a real impact on one of the Gaang. It... Sucks.

Lmao Flopsy my beloved what have they done to you?? Guess they ran out of CG budget haha

Oh, this Bumi has a very strange and uncomfortable vibe, so like... Perfect! He was always gonna be hard to translate to live action, and I saw a lot of people dislike how they portray him here, and I kind of get it? He's not very likeable, he feels like kind of a bad ruler and a bit cruel... And that actually tracks? I read the showrunner said he wanted to focus a bit more on how upset Bumi is about Aang disappearing and reappearing in his life, and that underlying anger absolutely comes through. Bumi is... Kind of scary, and as someone that has a rep for being The Crazy King or whatever, I feel like that perfectly fits!

Jet!!!! He's here!! Kinda feels like it might be a dream ngl, it just has that vibe? Or maybe that's just how happy I am to see they didn't abandon him haha. He's... Still only gonna interact with Katara though, isn't he? :(

Uh? So, I'm gonna have to be filled in on when Katara learned physical self defense. It was very cool, but it felt like nothing I've ever seen her to do before. Anyway real cool moment for Katara there overall, it was great! It in particular really stands out against the cartoon in the way she manifests her anger. She's like. Definitely angry here, and it's very clear she's also just once again tempering it and moving on- no time for this, no time for Jet, no time for fighting... And at some point all of those repressed feelings are gonna have to overflow. It was a very cool scene, but it was, once again, sorely lacking Sokka's presence. More than anything, I just. Wish for these two to meet independent of Katara and get to have their own clash. Honestly? I feel like they could potentially catch two birds with one stone by having the Gaang split up earlier next season, specifically, have Suki help them get to Ba Sing Se earlier so get to meet Jet or something. Idk, the idea isn't fully formed, but it definitely feels like the most likely point for them to get to meet and it would make me really happy for everyone to have a bit more interaction with Suki before she formally joins them in the last season. Like? Maybe Jet and Sokka meeting could be Sokka's story in a Tales of Ba Sing Se sort of episode? As much as I love the haiku club... It's almost certainly getting the chop- also, I heard that the biggest and most important plotpoint of that episode already gets revealed in this first season so? It's likely just not gonna happen, or if it does it might just be like, a bonus one for fun idk. Regardless that season has a lot of "filler" that can easily be dropped, and Jet and Sokka meeting feels to important to just. Never happen, and!! I want it so badly, fuck!!

Yo ngl Zuko's helmet do be making him look like Melonlord

Lol prompting a conflicted Zuko with "well? Are you just gonna stand there? What are you gonna do?" Is fucking hysterical

Bumi is fr so pathetic, fucking no one likes his jokes but his the king and having people have to laugh this time is genuinely hilarious. It also makes everything so much more menacing!! I get why people didn't like what they did with him, but I think it's an interesting direction to go with his character and I think they handle it really well. If anything? Having to stick to some of the original characteristics and reusing the jokes really hurt his momentum imo

The Omashu story looks beautiful!! Ngl I don't really understand why they changed it to a lesbian couple? It literally changes nothing, their genders doesn't matter to the story, so I genuinely don't care one way or the other, it's just... A strange choice to make haha

The singing nomads are always fun, though in my ideal Secret Tunnel scenario they go in with Sokka and Katara and annoy the shit out of Sokka. Miss them already. Also, I do miss Dee Bradley Baker- just. In general, but also, can't help but think of him when I see these guys- it's his song after all!

Forgot to comment on Iroh taking the Lotus tile last episode, so I'm happy to see it back in action here! Do kinda wonder how June will track him in the last season without his smelly sandal though haha

Really cool scene with the rock candy!! Obviously the original way it's presented is off the table, and they instead made it into a really beautiful little action scene!

Ngl something about seeing Zuko pick up a White Lotus got me choked up a bit. The hesitation with Zuko between Aang and Iroh didn't really feel like that big a deal here given the different circumstances behind Iroh's capture, I mean? Obviously Zuko was never gonna abandon Iroh after he sacrificed himself, so not going after Aang here wasn't really that much of a sacrifice on his part in comparison, just... Basic decency to return the favor, which kinda lessened the impact and you might as well miss there was even a conflict with how little of the episode he spends thinking of Aang, but. I like it, it's sweet to see their connection here anyway. Definitely does feel like Zuko is a bit too close to redemption at all times during this season though, Iroh is being WAY too obvious about his true allegiances imo, but tbf... I doubt anyone could go into ATLA blind nowadays, and maybe making Iroh more transparent and Zuko more sympathetic is a way to later drop the shoe ever harder during Crossroads of Destiny- like, THAT'S how much of a wrong choice he makes there, it goes against his entire characterization thus far... But the bait Azula used was too alluring. Or something like that, idk, maybe it's just. Tough to write such a beloved character back into his worst version? Idk, I kinda get why people wish he was less obviously on a path to redemption but frankly? I think it's just an Iroh issue again, they really seem to struggle with writing him to appear silly or without depth as the first season kinda necessitates, and his unwavering support and pushing for sure make Zuko a lot less lost here. I wish he got to be a bit more, but again: this show was the first time in a long time, maybe ever, that ATLA managed to make me be afraid of Zuko, so. Idk. Mixed feelings- he's not all sugar here AT ALL, but he definitely still is a bit too much for this point. I genuinely do think that Iroh's ability to reach him and be straight to the point needed to be heavily nerfed tbh, I think that's the main issue with Zuko's appearing too sympathetic here

Okay, so. Genuinely not exaggerating here when I say: Sokka saying he has a hunch stole my breath away, made me choke up, and tears welled up in my eyes. Like! THAT'S how taken off guard I was with them bringing back my favorite underrated Sokka trait: his instincts. The time it took me to write this was enough for me to genuinely just start crying while thinking about it, like. Genuinely I'm so happy and relieved this managed to find its way into the show, I'm. A bit overwhelmed rn and I don't know that I can put my feelings about it into words rn so I'll be back when I have something else to say, for now: I am RIDICULOUSLY happy with this development, it means a lot to me personally.

Wait I'm immediately back: this is strange, right? The initial utter joy blinded me but this is like... The exact opposite of what Sokka initially does in this episode, this is kinda funny lmao

I think I can pretty confidently say by now that Sokka and Katara's relationship is my favorite part of this adaptation. They always bring out both the best and the worst in each other, their scenes are always bot fun and also just... Cathartic to me in a personal way because they always manage to hit everything that feels missing until they go at each other. It's genuinely perfect, I love them so much. Like? Yeah Ian Ousley is possibly a stinky liar, but he and Kiawentiio have a great rapport and work really well as the unique twists of their characters that this LA is going for. I really, really enjoy them.

Istg Sokka in the cave is just spitting out one pop culture reference after another and it's genuinely bizarre

So, Iroh was provoking that guy to let him take out his anger, right? That's genuinely the only way I can read that scene for it to make sense. Sympathizing with the guy wouldn't have helped, he wouldn't care that Iroh knows he was wrong and that he only realized it when he lost someone too, so he just let him vent by playing the bad guy ig? Idk what I think of that scene tbh- Iroh being a hated general is something that needed a bit more fleshing out for Zuko taking the throne to make sense, so I don't hate it, but. It was weird to see Iroh be so obstinate in the face of someone who was clearly hurting because of his actions. The expected Iroh move would have been some wise words any sympathy that leads to bonding and healing, and it felt SO weird that it just. Didn't happen, and yet... At the same time, I kinda got it, and I do really appreciate this scene, even if the characterization feels off in a way- which, tbh, most Iroh scenes do. It wasn't a bad one, it just felt really strange to keep expecting him to do something and for him to just... Not. Iroh is definitely both the same and yet feels really different and I just. I can't get used to him tbh.

The flashback mourning scene immediately after was also nice, although it was a bit funny how Dallas just looked exactly the same age when it should've been more than three years in the past. Once again Zuko is slightly too sympathetic too early, but at this point I kinda think that's just what they're going for- they're doubling down on showing him as misguided and wilfully blind rather than cruel, which is a realization you do come to during the first season of the original to be fair... It's just a lot less subtle about it here, with much less time where you just view Zuko as The Enemy. It's very clearly from very early on that this is also his journey, and as that gives me more Zuko... I don't even necessarily hate it lmao, it's just different. I think that so long as they keep being consistent about why Zuko is still refusing to "turn good" it can work really well, and ig with Azula coming early... They increased the pressure on him from both sides, which is actually kinda interesting and something i didn't realize until literally just now. Honestly I think half of the point of me writing these is just... To help me get my thoughts in order, to help me see the show for itself rather than just as a cut down version of the story, and honestly? So far it's actually working really well in terms of helping me come to terms and appreciating some of the weirder/bigger changes they make. Still the one unforgivable change is no Jet and Sokka confrontation- I'm glad they didn't entirely drop what Sokka learns there, but. I just love that episode so much that it being changed so severely really hurts in a way I can't reasonably reconcile. Everything they did and all the reasons for it makes sense, and it all works really well in the end but. It's still just a terrible personal loss haha

I do think that ultimately Katara was right and said something Sokka needed to hear (he's not his dad) and I don't like how it was brushed under the rug a bit but I guess he's not really ready to confront that quite yet- that'll probably come when he reunites with Hakoda, huh?

Oh my god it's happening again!!! Istg it feels like some characters just. Straight up accidentally exist in the wrong universe- Bumi and Kyoshi both chide Aang for traits he doesn't have here, and he never gets called out for the in the original. Genuinely it feels so bizarre, like these characters come from another world where what they're saying is true. More than ever this show feels like it was made by fans who loved the show so much they wanted to see it be better, and when given the opportunity they just kinda... Went ham on both fixing the flaws while also directly acknowledging and trying to fix them, except it doesn't make sense because they don't exist here. It's so disorienting and, frankly, super funny and personally validating to realize the writers also probably had screaming meltdowns over Aang being a bad main character, and feeling so strong about it that they just had to include it still. It feels like the biggest callout post possible, it's genuinely so funny, and as nonsensical as it is... I love it, and for me it makes the show feel like it was written by like mined people- I get it, y'all, I too would both fix and yell at Aang if given the opportunity! It's genuinely such a mood and so relatable of them, so even if it's kind of a mess... I love it, because I get it.

I think it's a really cute and fun twist to have the crystals not be the way, but rather, the badgermoles. It gives both aspects of the cave a chance to show up, and even though I do kinda wish we got to see a disgruntled Sokka strumming his way out of the cave... This was a really sweet resolution. Also, spending most of the time they're in the cave be in the dark and thus under the light of the crystal made for a much more visually interesting episode than it would be otherwise, while also being a nod to them originally being trapped in crystal in Aang's Bumi Adventure. Tbh THESE are two episodes that work great when separating the cast- Sokka and Katara literally did nothing in Bumi's episode, while Aang being there in Cave of Two Lovers did more harm than good in my humble opinion. As I thought I would, I like Sokka and Katara going through the cave together MUCH more- it allowed for a more organic conflict, had more potential for funny moments (that wasn't really utilized because for the most part this adaptation doesn't really do or seem to get comedy- I mean, the funny Bumi moments absolutely bombed here!), and just... Wasn't Kataang focused, which is always a plus!!

Ngl it's kinda embarrassing how much I cared about Sokka's instincts to the point that it made me THAT emotional- btw I don't like that it wasn't followed up on like originally, here it was just brought up and he turned out to be wrong which sucked a bit- unless the crystals were meant to lead them to the badgermole? Idk, wish this was a stronger through line because now he just looks like a fool- which the original episode made sure he wasn't, that was like, the whole point there!!

Genuinely WHERE was this Bumi in the original show,,,,, Anyway this Bumi fight kinda feels like the first cool earthbending we see, which. Ngl, checks out with the original lmao.

My god do I wish Katara and Sokka were able to actually do anything in the original episode with Bumi after seeing this, this was fantastic!!! I'm tearing up, genuinely, this was fantastic!! It really feels like what Aang could've become originally if he was challenged more. I really do appreciate and feel for Bumi here, and for once in a very long time.... I'm also rooting for Aang. That's genuinely not a small thing to accomplish for me! As much as I think what Bumi is saying here has merit, I also believe that this is an Aang that can learn to mediate and make the hard choices when he must- so long as he considers other perspectives, allows his friends to help him, and does the same for them in return. And for how distant Aang feels from Sokka and Katara right now? I believe they genuinely can and will grow closer to a degree they can be this for each other. This was an awesome moment and. Idk. Having genuine faith in Aang feels so foreign to me at this point, almost novel, and I hope to god they don't squander this later on. Watching this episode was actually so healing? Idk if it was just that it took me like, literal hours because I kept pausing to write a lot here so it felt like a long journey to get here, but. I'm really happy with where things ended up, generally!

Uhhh so. Zuko's lot in life is being on water, is it, Iroh? Lmao I know that's absolutely not what he meant but of course my brain IMMEDIATELY started barking "Zutara! Zutara? ZUTARA!" like a rabid dog- that is MY lot in life. Anyway I do think the two Iroh and Zuko scenes at the end here were probably the best ones of the two of them so far! And closing with Zuko having another "Aang vs Iroh" moment just to cement the message here was probably a wise choice especially given how brief the first one was. This one worked a lot better, and it was also really pretty visually!! Actually, for whatever reason I think this show generally looks the best when it's working with blue tones for whatever reason, and as this episode had a lot of them it was one I was constantly really impressed by visually! The green here was a bit hit or miss, but the blue scenes kinda always look really good!! Actually, Wolf Cove looked cool too, and it was pretty blue as well! Hmm. Something to try and pay attention to from now on and if I do a rewatch ig?

This episode honestly did a much better job at adapting two storylines simultaneously, and it was just... Overall better for the most part than the previous one. Bumi was a bit questionable in that he initally leaned too heavily on his original personality and gags rather than embrace this new version (ironically, the opposite of what they should've done with Teo), but for the most part I like the changes they made here! Iroh remains the shakiest and most immersion breaking part of this show- due to no fault of the actor, by the way, he does a good job, the writing is just really inconsistent with him- but if I ignore how uncanny and ooc at times he feels to me, I did generally like his scenes here and what they were meant to do. Genuinely don't know if Iroh is an issue for other people or if for some reason I'm just fixated on him feeling off tbh? Anyway Katara and Sokka were in top form this episode, as I came to expect from scenes that focus on their bond! It was definitely brought down a bit by having to resolve the weaker previous episode and its weird adapations of Jet, Sai and Teo right at the start but it managed to pick itself back up really well- and the Sokka and Katara fight put a nice little bow on it for now, so I'm relatively satisfied with how they wrapped it up. Still hope for a big Sokka and Jet fight though, and still don't really appreciate what they did with Teo. But the bulk of this episode was great- if not in execution, at least in the ideas it portrayed, so I'm happy enough with it tbh.

This post was, once again, a mess as it's just me writing down my thoughts as they occur to me with very minimal editing, if I bother with it at all, but. Yeah it's pretty funny that I'm constantly just lamenting how they remove something and then they still include it later haha, it's becoming kind of a pattern!

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red (tv) — state of grace

javi gutierrez x reader

summary : you meet javi one day in the middle of a road crossing. you leave a strong impression on him, and once he finds you again he asks you a severe question that’ll change your life forever.

warnings : none, enjoy your fluff!

speaking color coding

“” — javi

“” — you

“” — other

tapping your foot rapidly against the pavement as you were in a hurry to get to a very important meeting. you were awaiting for the traffic light to turn so you'd be able to walk fast through them.

the streets were extremely busy as even busier lives were trying to stay on time and get to their destination just as much as you were.

you happily beamed as the light finally turned white and the image of a walking person appeared, allowing you to cross safely. as you were walking, your head was glued to your phone. you were texting at an astronomical pace, telling your coworker that you were just a few minutes out.

that was the soul reason why you didn't see the person walking in front of you until the both of you collided shoulders. you stumbled back a few steps due to the impact.

"ah, ma'am!" a new voice flowed beautifully into your ears, coming from directly in front of you. your eyes met his espresso ones, and they had the same effect on you as caffeine.

you oddly enough felt more energized the second you got the chance to analyze him more deeply. his beach wave hair that seemed to be incredibly well taken care of and it was wild and free, as if the products he used were expensive. "are you okay?" he asked you.

you shook your head to rid yourself from the daze he put you into and that's when your eyes fall onto his light brown stained shirt. "yes, of course. i'm sorry!" you apologized instantly for the stain from his drink, "i was too busy texting my coworker to see where i was going." you explained while guilty showing him the back of your phone.

"no, this is my fault." he smiled apologetically, "i should've been looking. don't blame yourself." he put his hand onto your shoulder as a way to comfort you. you didn’t notice but his body began to tense up due to his informal action, but was able to ease up because it had went unacknowledged by you.

"are you sure?" you raised a curious eyebrow at him. he nodded his head, reassuring you that this is his fault and you shouldn't feel guilty at all. "well, let me at least buy you a new shirt." you pull out a one hundred dollar bill, ignoring his protests. you lift his hand up to yours and put the money within his grasp and enclose it within his.

his eyes widened with shock at the electric touch that occurred the second your hand touched his, and the flush of warmth that flowed into his chest didn't go unnoticed by him either. "please, just take the money." you pleaded with him. when he didn't answer you, you interjected once again. "look, i'm terribly late for the meeting. go buy yourself a new shirt — yellow would look fantastic on you!" you say before letting go of his hand and quickly walking away to get back on your track.

he stood in the middle of the road and watched your fading figure with parted lips, completely appalled by how someone didn't know who he was and how generous you were to have given him one hundred dollars for a shirt that may only cost five at most.

in all honesty, the two of you are completely alone in this world. yes, you both have friends near you and hangout with people on the side. however, whenever you come back to your living quarters it's to a completely empty house.

neither of you really have a home, someplace to return and feel the relief that something — or someone gives off as soon as you step inside.

your minds change every second as to where you want your life to lead you. you've been alone for so long that you've gotten use to this lifestyle, but would you want that forever?

this isn't some fairytale that spectacular story you'll meet the love of your life that you made up when you were five, this is real life.

if anything, if you started dating now you'd fall in love till it hurts or bleeds or fades in time. that's something you don't want, you want forever. a promise to be that enteral bliss, a place to come back to whenever you need support: a home.

a few hours after the meeting your high heels echoed in the hall as you walked into your works lobby. you noticed the familiar dark haired wavy locks that you'd seen before. "ms, this gentlemen has been waiting for you." the secretary stated as she motioned with her hand towards the young man you'd seen this morning.

he instantly stood up the second he realized you were within the room. "oh, hello!" his lips curved into an innocent, almost embarrassed smile.

"hi." you returned the favor and smiled back, waving your hand slightly as you walked over to him. "i see you picked out a shirt." you stated, looking down at his non-stained shirt.

"yellow." he replied simply, "i bought a yellow shirt — like you suggested." you looked up once more to meet his gaze, and it was filled with a new emotion: admiration. that alone made you gulp nervously. he certainly did look good in yellow.

"well, i'm glad." you slightly nodded your head, "you look very handsome in yellow, as i predicted." you grin proudly as his tanned skin collides with the yellow button up perfectly.

"i think you'd look beautiful in any color." he mumbled out loud enough for you to hear it — loud enough for him to immediately become flustered over his own slurred words. your face turns a redder tint due to his words or admiration for you. "im so sorry if i made you uncomfortable." he raised his hands defensively, looking everywhere but you.

you begin to lightly chuckle, intertwining your fingers within his spread out ones. "it's okay." you tell him honestly. his tensed body slowly unwinds itself. "if anything, i liked it." you confess, giving his hand a tight squeeze with your fingers.

he takes a deep breath in and out, "i'm glad. i didn't want to push any boundaries you may have." he states, squeezing your hand as well.

"don't worry, you didn't." you reassure him once more, which seemed to be appreciated on his side due to the fact that he softly smiled at you. finally, you introduced yourself by telling him your name.

"i'm javi gutierrez." he tells you his own name.

"nice to meet you, javi." you release his hand from your grasp, and you were lead on to believe that he missed your warmth because his face fell ever so slightly the moment you let him go. "so, why are you here?" you ask him the burning question you had since you saw him sitting in one of the lobby chairs.

"ah!" he seems to have been nervous because he instantly started to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, "i wanted to ask you a question, and managed to see you walk into this building not to long after we collided shoulders." he explained himself, rotating from looking at you to the ground and to the secretary cheering him on from behind your back.

you tilt your head slightly to the side, "oh? what's your question?" you ponder.

"i — well..." he began to curl into his embarrassment, feeling immense pressure. he wasn't ever great with handling pressure or anything remotely discomforting. "would you give me the honor of taking you out on a date?" he managed to get it off his chest before his face became too humiliating for you. "i understand completely if you say no, i just couldn't let someone who was so kind to me slip away without taking a chance."

your heart skipped a beat at his question. javi was a very sweet guy, one of the kindest man you ever met. you never saw someone like him coming into your life, and you too, wouldn't let him slip past without taking a leap of faith. "yes, i'd love for you to take me out." you respond to him, beaming from ear to ear.

after that day, you'd never be the same. you use to be strong headed to everyone you meet, a wall surrounded you in order to keep your heart protected surrounded you.

you were constantly geared up for battle, ready to go to war with anybody who poses a threat to break you down. however, whenever javier was around you, everything would come crashing down.

he pierced the room like a cannon ball, and now everything the two of you knew was to never let go of one another. you held onto him tightly whenever you went, whether that was physically or emotionally.

the both of you were alone up in his room, laying down in his bed. you two were turned to one another, taking in each others features.

everything that happened in the past slipped from your minds and your slates were perfectly cleaned whenever the two of you were together.

his typical chocolate eyes turned a honey shade as the sunlight from the curtains slipped into them. he was resting his head on his knuckles while staring directly at you. his sunkissed freckled chest exposed while the rest of him was underneath his covers.

his fingers pushed back some hair that was seeping it's way into your face, causing you to flush with pink as his touch traced your jawline. he acted as if you were a beautiful sculpture while he was sculpting out every single detail of you and trying to memorize it all like you would disappear from him one day.

"so what if you were never a saint!" you shouted at the top of your lungs as you trailed around the room in circles. an argument — your first argument had started with javi telling you about his past and how he's feeling guilty for not able to love you properly due to your safety being at risk.

he made it clear that he wanted you to leave him and find someone better for you, someone who could give you the world and more than what he ever could.

he sat on the end of the bed, looking down at the floor helplessly as you continued to walk in circles angrily. "i loved in shades of wrong." you directed the attention onto yourself.

you weren't the best person either. you had flaws just as much as javi did. however, you both need to learn how to live with the pain together as mosaic-broken hearts.

you walk to where he sits, calming yourself down with each step until you reach him. "javi..." you call out.

"yes, my love?" he replies, still looking down at the floor. he believes he is undeserving to look at you.

"this love we share together," you begin, putting your hands on both sides of his head in order to gently push his head to look up at you. "it's brave and wild." you softly speak to him, "i never saw you coming into my life, and i'll never be the same if you dare to walk out of it." you continue, his eyes begin to shake as tears fill them.

he's scared — scared that one day he'll wake up and you're not there anymore because of his fathers horrid business. you're his state of grace. he needs you, desires to be by you at all times. you're his breath of fresh air. what the hell would he do if you're not here anymore — and more so because of him.

your voice is the only one that's able to bring him out of the terrors that are filling within his mind, "this is a worthwhile fight." you reassure him once more, smiling gently as he looked into your passionate and determined ones.

after all, love is a ruthless game unless you play it good and right. the hands of fate managed to bring you two together, and the ones that will never separate you because you are stronger together than separate.

his arms instantly snake around your waist, pushing his head into your stomach and slightly underneath your chest, his tears soaking into the cloth of your clothes. "you're my achilles' heel." his heartfelt confession is muffled, but you hear it just fine.

"this is the golden age of something good and right and real." you remind him of the current state of your relationship while running your fingers through his hair.

when he lets you go, you can see him nodding in agreement with you. he takes his place back onto the back, looking up at you with the same admiration he had when he first met you on that busy street.

as you lean down towards him, he begins to lean back until his back meets his bedding. eyes looking into yours that were above him, and finally his adorable smile is back on his face within no time. "i never saw you coming either." he admits, letting his hand roam to the back of your head. "and i'd never be the same if you'd walk out too. all i wanted was for you to be safe, because i love you. i know i shouldn't of pushed you out like that if —" he began to explain his thoughts, and why he said what he did.

"what did you say?" you interjected in the middle of his sentence, lips curving into the biggest grin you'd ever managed to make in your whole life. it began to hurt your cheeks due to the muscles within them not ever being used that much.

javi raised an eyebrow curiously, "what did i say?" he looked at you for awaiting an answer, as if the words slipped so naturally from his mind through his mouth that he didn't even process them himself.

"you said you loved me." you repeated his words, sitting up onto his waist and looking down at him. his hands straddle your own, making sure your not going anywhere.

yes, he’s called you pet names before, but you two haven’t ever said you loved one another. it’s been more like you both have said it in your actions, but too embarrassed to admit it out loud because the moment that you do it becomes much more intimate and you two loved where you were now — before the disagreement at least.

"what?! i’m so sorry i didn’t mean it — i mean i did, but i didn’t want it to come out so suddenly i was really waiting for the perfect moment because that’s what you deserve. i’m so sor—“ you stopped javier’s rapid nonsense of an apology that wasn’t necessary to spill from his mouth by meeting his lips with your own.

it wasn’t hard or passionate, it was gentle. it was the kind of kiss that sealed two people as one eternally. the kind where you take in the others lips, what shape they are, how they taste, their pattern. the kind that sets you up for the future when you need them more at a rapid pace.

you’re the one who pulls away from him first, only a little bit because you plan on indulging yourself within his warmth right after. “javi, i love you too.” you confess to him, and watch as his face brightened as if he had just heard the most exhilarating news in his whole life.

you were there to witness his toothy grin appear on his face because of you and you alone, and that alone made you even more giddy inside too. “i love you so much.” javi revealed once again. this time, he actually acknowledged he said it. he cupped your cheeks within his palms and showered you with kisses all along your face making you giggle due to the fact that his prickly mustache was tickling you.

“okay okay, i know! stop tickling me with your mustache!” you cried for mercy, and obliged after giving you one more kiss onto your lips. you both stare at one another with an equal amount of devotion for one another.

“i say we cut it off.” you ruin the moment to tease javi. you begin to smirking mischievously while looking down at your terrified counterpart. his hands immediately went to cover his glorious mustache, and his protests were muffled by them.

you chuckled at his reaction to yours words. you knew better than anyone that javi’s mustache was off limits. you lean down and kiss the back of his hands that cover his mouth. “i’m joking javi, but you’re reaction was adorable.” you begin to move off of him and the bed to walk towards the bathroom, and the sounds of his frustrated groans follow you all the way.

a soft grin never left your face as you and javi were in this game called love together and forevermore.

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forever-rogue · 3 years

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His + Hers

Summary | You didn’t want a bodyguard and certainly didn’t need one. Bucky didn’t want the job. But as soon as the two of you meet, all bets are off.

Pairing | Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 4.2k

Warnings | language (including light degradation, possessive!Bucky, smut (oral - f receiving, piv) - minors dni or you will be blocked

Masterlists | Bucky, Main

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“I don’t need anyone to watch over me,” rolled eyes and loudly snapped gum. Crossed legs and an anxiously jiggling foot. The aging clock ticked loudly as your gaze burned into the giant dual monitors that shielded the man on the other side. He had just oh so casually dropped some horrible news to you.

What was his name? Jeff? Jeffrey? Jefferson? It didn’t matter. Funny. For a man that you’d seen more often than your father in recent years, you’d think you might have remembered his name. Despite all that you still hadn’t seen him more than four, save five, times.

“Those are your father’s wishes.”

“Then why isn’t he here telling me this?”

“He’s a very busy man.”

“A man too busy to see own daughter, his own child, always work, work, working,” you spat, “what he could be doing that’s so important that he couldn’t even spare me fifteen minutes of his time?”

“He’s-”

“It was a rhetorical question,” you stood up and grabbed your bag, “sometimes it still shocks me that a man that claims he loves me so much he barely speaks to me, sees me. I don’t want this bodyguard - if you send them to me I will simply send them away. Don’t waste my time or theirs.”

“Your father is going to send someone regardless of your wishes, you must know this by now.”

“Tell him if he’s so insistent upon me being chaperoned like a puppy that he can come and talk to me himself,” you threw your shoulders back as you tried to chase away emotions or feelings. This was not the time or place for them, “see you in another six months for so.”

“Miss -”

You slammed the door shut before he could say anything else.

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“This is fuckin’ ridiculous,” Bucky’s groan was heavy - irritated - as he trudged up the stairs to the ninth freaking floor. Of course you couldn’t live somewhere near the bottom. Of course the elevator was broken, “I’m gonna murder you, Wilson.”

Inhaling and exhaling slowly, he calmed himself with every single step. Left foot, right foot, and repeat. Before he knew it, he arrived on your floor, less angry but still annoyed.

Bucky looked around for your apartment number, finding it quickly but wishing he hadn't. It was supposed to be a simple job - hang around you for a little while until things calmed down around your father. There was never any huge threat to you, but you were to be kept safe anyway. Typical rich people, he practically rolled his eyes. Complete idiot, he sighed at himself. He could have walked away from the gig easily, but things had been quiet after everything in New York and he needed something fresh. Naturally he’d say yes to this when Sam mentioned the job to him.

Once he found your apartment he slowly trudged through the hall, his mind all but made up about you already. You were going to be nothing more than a spoiled little brat. He looked at the golden number above your door and sighed heavily before knocking loudly.

For a few moments, nothing but silence met his ears before he finally heard what he was sure was annoyed grumbling inside accompanied by soft footsteps. The door was whipped open and Bucky came face to face with you.

Your brows knitted together as you studied him before crossing your arms over your chest, “can I help you?”

“James Barnes,” his name practically came out as a sigh. You raised your eyebrows at him but remained silent.

“And?” you asked as you moved to close the door, “I’m in the middle of my fifth zoom meeting of the day and annoyed and hungry. Thanks for wasting my time. Have a fantastic day.”

Before you could slam the door in his face, Bucky stuck his foot in the doorway and prevented you from closing it. A huff escaped your lips as you glared at him through the crack, “your father sent me. I’m supposed to look after you.”

“Ahh yes,” you rolled your eyes and frowned, “the baby-sitter my father hired. I told him and his assistant that I don’t want - or need - anything to watch me. I’m fine. So if you don’t mind you can leave. I’m busy and don’t have time to deal with you.”

“You don’t pay me sweetheart,” he scoffed lightly as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. You wanted a challenge? He’d give you one, “and as long as that’s the case, I stay.”

“I’ll double whatever he paid you.”

“Oh honey, I doubt you could ever afford that.”

“What can I do to get you to leave?”

“Nothing.”

“It really doesn’t seem like you want to be here either so why don’t we both do ourselves a favor and cut the shit?”

“Not until your father tells me it’s okay to leave,” he smirked, “I don’t take orders from little girls, sweetheart. Nor do you pay my bills.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“And you’re a bitch,” your mouth opened into a little pout as you attempted to shut the door on his foot, “you can shut the door, it won’t hurt me. I’ll just tear it down if I have to.”

“Are you serious?!”

“Want to find out?” he asked as you threw your head back and sighed at the ceiling. Yes and no. You wanted to push his buttons and see how far you could press. But you also didn’t have the energy to deal with it. Instead you slowly, ever so reluctantly opened the door, refusing to move but motioning for him to come in. He practically sauntered in with a victorious little smirk on his lips, “good girl.”

You were to let him have it when he turned around to face you and finally got the chance to study him. And your jaw almost hit the floor. Fuck.

He was handsome - dark hair and the bluest eyes you’d ever seen with a five o’clock shadow. He was dressed in very well fitting jeans, along with a henley and leather jacket. So casual but he managed to make it look so good. For a moment you thought he looked familiar but you couldn’t quite place. Maybe you’d seen him around somewhere.

Well, this presented a whole new predicament. This would have been so much easier if he hadn’t been one of the most gorgeous men you’d laid eyes on.

“Like what you see?”

“I’m not into old men,” you cocked your head to the side and watched him with a smirk. Bucky almost tripped up and let an emotion slip but instead he remained pointedly neutral as he looked you up and down.

It would have been easier to dislike and hate you entirely if you weren’t so damn cute. You were dressed in a comfy, oversized sweater and joggers and big fuzzy socks - casual and cute but effortlessly so. It was a challenge not to stare.

“Whatever you say,” he held up his hands in mock defeat as you became momentarily placated, “what’s the plan for today?”

“I have a job and things to do,” you huffed as you pushed past him, “so just do something or whatever and stay out of my way. If you insist on being here.”

“I do.”

“This is going to be fucking hell, isn’t it?”

“It can be whatever you want, sweetheart.”

“Don’t call me sweetheart!”

“Sure thing, doll.”

"I hate you already.”

“The feelings’ mutual, honey.”

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Hating Bucky was a full time job. Bucky having to chaperone you through all of your shenanigans was a full time job. Both of you were incredibly stubborn and damn near made the job impossible.

You'd be lying if it said he wasn't attractive and that you hadn't thought about him. Especially late at night. Alone in bed. But you'd rather die than admit that to him.

Bucky had a feeling he'd break you down eventually; not that he expected anything to come of it. He enjoyed flirting with you and watching you get frazzled and nervous. But you weren't his type. Nuh uh - Bucky Barnes wasn't into pretty little spoiled brats. Even if they weren't attractive and smart and genuinely kind underneath it all.

That wasn't part of the job. Which was why he never let it go past anything that could be deemed as flirtatious.

Just as he vowed to break you down and just admit you liked him, you might have had a little goal of your own…

"Come on," Bucky sighed as he paced around your living room, waiting for you to come out of the bedroom so you could pizza and watch movies. It had become somewhat of a Friday night tradition, reluctantly so. It was hard to get out and have a lot of fun when you had a silent, intimidating brooding man following you around, "how long does it take to change?"

"Shut up," you rolled your eyes as you opened your bedroom door and stepped out, slipping on your heels, "I'm ready."

Bucky's eyes widened as he looked you over. You were wearing a little black dress and fuck me heels along with ruby red lips and a full face of makeup. He fought back a little growl as you smirked at him, "what the fuck are you wearing?"

"Its called a dress, genius."

"To get pizza so we can come back and watch movies?"

"That's not the plan," you straightened up and walked past him, grabbing your purse and jacket.

"You said-"

"I lied," you stated the obvious, "I'm going out to finally have some fun. Without you."

"I'm coming with you," he crossed his arms over his broad chest as you tried not to stare, "that's the job, sweetheart."

"And I'd like to actually have fun and get laid," you threw your hands up, "its hard to do that with you breathing down my neck constantly! If you insist, can you at least like stay ten feet away. Give me a fucking break."

His breath had hitched in his throat as soon as he heard the words get laid and he worked to keep it together. He sighed as he forced himself not to imagine you underneath, naked and begging for more.

"Fine," he agreed reluctantly, "ten feet only."

"Thank fuck."

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One drink had turned into two which easily turned into three and after that you’d both lost count. Bucky had been sitting at the bar, a singular, but arbitrary drink in his hand as he watched you get progressively looser as the evening wore on. His steely gaze almost never left yours as he watched you chat up people around you. You were naturally extroverted, and definitely a flirt - but then again maybe that was the alcohol - and it wore Bucky out trying to keep an eye on you. He wasn’t terribly concerned about what was going on, but still, he was a man that took his job seriously.

It wasn’t until he decided that it was fine to let you out of his sight for a few moments only to turn back and found you missing. A growl bubbled up in his throat as he scanned the tightly packed pace and found you in the middle of the dance floor. You were pressed against a man that had been eyeing you up since you’d gotten there, mouths smashed together as you kissed him like your life depended on it. Your arms were wrapped around his neck and his hands were on your ass the entire time.

As soon as you ground up against him, something in Bucky snapped. He threw back the rest of his drink and quickly made his way over to you. The people in his path parted like the seas when they noticed the predatory expression in his eyes. Before you could even realize what had happened, you felt a hand tightly squeeze your shoulder. A gasp left your lips as Bucky pulled you away from your newfound friend.

“What the fuck!” you glared at him as the man that just had his hands all over you grew visibly nervous. Bucky grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him close, “Bucky!”

“Keep your filthy fuckin’ hands off of her, you understand?” he growled at the man as he just nodded, “I ever see you near her again and you’re dead. You leave my girl alone.”

Bucky shoved him away and the man practically skittered across the bar and out the door without so much as a single glance back. Breathing angrily, he turned around to find you staring at him in awe, arms over your chest. You were suddenly incredibly sober, “what the hell was that? I’m not your fucking girl, Bucky.”

“We’re going home. Now,” he reached for your hand and held your wrist in a tight grip as he dragged you without another word. You wanted to argue with him and fight back, but there was something about his possessive nature that had sent a shiver down your spine and a rush of warmth to your core as you let him pull you along like a ragdoll.

Maybe your dangerous little plan was finally going to turn into reality.

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“Are you going to finally tell me what’s going on?” you asked as you walked back into your apartment, trailing after Bucky and slamming the door shut, “you chased off my only chance of-”

Before you could say anything else, Bucky’s hands found your waist and he crashed his lips onto yours in a bruising tangle of tongue and teeth. You responded with a surprised moan as he backed you up against the wall, making sure you didn’t hit your head.

“He’s a fuckin’ boy,” he insisted as he lightly gripped your throat, causing you to part your lips as you fought back a moan, “he wouldn’t have made you cum. Probably doesn’t even know where your pretty little clit is.”

“And you would?” you challenged, already knowing exactly where this was leading. Something in your mind told you that this was wrong and you should have stopped it, but the larger part of you really just wanted him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t thought about it for weeks and weeks now, touching yourself late at night to the thought of him. Bucky smiled at you - a dangerous, toothy, wicked thing causing you to swallow thickly, “I don’t think you could. You’re all talk, Bucky. Probably haven’t even been laid since the 40s.”

“Don’t act like you don’t want this too, sweetheart,” he whispered in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin, making it a point to mark you up. That way everyone would know you were his. He rutted his lips lightly against yours, and you could already feel how hard he was, “I see the way you look at me - I know you’ve thought about me. Probably touched that pretty pussy of yours and wished it was my cock, huh little girl?”

“Bucky,” his name was nothing more than a whimper of your lips as you tried to reach down and touch yourself. He was quick to grab your hand and pull it away. You whimpered as he just chuckled darkly. Oh, how easily he could break you down with just a few words, “please. Need you.”

“I’ll give you what you need,” he swore as he watched you with hungry eyes. He shimmied up your dress and moved to touch you. His smirk only grew when he noticed you’d forgone panties, “look at you, such a little slut. You didn’t even put on panties? You really wanted this, didn’t you? Were you just hoping I’d touch you? I bet you had this whole thing planned out - just wanted me to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You looked at him with wide doe eyes but remained silent as you tried to play coy. But he was having none of it, and grabbing your jaw, “answer me.”

“Mhmm..,just want you,” you admitted as he slowly let go before grabbing both of your wrists in his vibranium hand and pinning them above your head, “just touch me.”

And he did - slowly, he dragged his fingers through your folds, smirking at how wet you already were, “oh honey, you’re practically dripping. So wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you. Such a good little slut.”

Your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling of him circling your clit slowly before feeling your soaked folds and sliding a thick finger inside. A small sound of surprise reached his ears as you almost rutted into his hand and he easily slid another finger in. The stretch from his fingers was enough to spark the warmth in your belly as you bit your lip to keep from whining.

“Look at you, such a needy little thing,” you could hear the smirk in his voice as he fucked with his fingers, “but you’re not going to cum on my fingers. I’m going to see if you taste as sweet as you look. Gonna make ruin that pussy for anyone else. You’re mine - you understand?”

“‘m yours,” you whimpered as he let go of your hands and slowly sank to his knees in front of you. His large hands, a contrast of warm and cool, splayed on your thighs before slowly traveling up to your hips and grabbing them in a bruising grasp. This man was really working to make sure he would remain all over you. He pressed a few kisses to your thighs before stopping at your mound, and you could feel his warm breath fanning across on your pussy, “please.”

“That’s right, you can be a good girl,” he didn’t even hesitate for a moment before diving in and licking a stripe up your folds, causing sparks to shoot throughout your spine. You could feel him smirking against you at the immediate effect he had as he ate you out like a man starving.

Bucky Barnes was not a shy man when it came to eating pussy. He licked and suckled on your clit as he let two of his cool vibranium fingers slide into your pussy. He crooked them just right, effortlessly finding your g-spot as your knees threatened to buckle. No one man had ever made you feel this good before, nor so easily.

“F-fuck,” you hissed as he pulled back and look at the blissed out expression on your face, “more please.”

“Look at you pretty little thing,” he grinned as he pressed a few wet, sloppy kisses to your mound. He pulled his fingers from you before reaching up and practically ripping your dress off. If you’d hadn’t been so close to cumming, you would have yelled at him, but in the moment you didn’t care. Especially not as his hands found your breasts and massaged them before he played with your pert nipples, causing you to arch into his touch, “not wearing a bra either. You are bad.”

“‘m so close,” you whined as he just smirked at you. Before you could say anything else he slapped your pussy, causing you to jump slightly before you keened into his touch, silently asking for more.

“You like that, honey?” he teased as you nodded with closed eyes, your mouth forming a small o. He repeated the motion before he grabbed your ass and buried his face back into your pussy. You moaned into his touch, bucking your hips against his mouth as he made all the most sinful noises as he ate you out like his life depended it on. He worked pure magic with only his tongue and he soon had you seeing stars as your legs started to shake around him. He anchored you to him and kept you from falling down as he brought on your orgasm, “that’s it honey. You’re going to cum all over my face, going to taste all that pretty pussy has to offer.”

“F-f-fuck,” you reached down and carded a hand through his dark hair as you held him against you, “jesus.”

“Cum for me,” he commanded and you did just as you were told, crying out his name like a prayer as you felt your release wash over you. Bucky stayed between your legs as you came all over him, cleaning up every little bit you had, not stopping until you were begging him to stop from the over stimulation, “tastes like fuckin’ candy. Best pussy I ever tasted.”

“Jesus,” your chest was heaving as he kissed his way up your body. He stopped at your lips and offered you a victorious little smirk, “you’re an asshole but at least you know how to eat pussy.”

He grabbed your chin in his hand and forced you to look at him, “you’re mine - this pussy is mine and no one else’s, you understand, little brat?”

“Ruin me then,” you raised your eyebrows before you kissed him again, trying to beat him at his own little game. But it was no use - he was easily more dominant and held control over you, “make me yours.”

“Turn around,” he growled as he flipped you in his arms and pressed you against the wall. You moaned as his hands mapped out every curve of your body before you felt the sharp sting of his hand on your ass. Just to spur him on a little more, you bounced your ass and he slapped you a few more times before massaging your skin to soothe the pain, “you like it when it hurts. God, you’re perfect. My little slut.”

“Please fuck me. Need you so bad,” you practically whined but quickly grinned when you heard him undo his belt and pants before he pulled his cock out. He groaned in your ear as you heard him stroke himself a few times.

“‘m so fucking hard, baby,” he ran the tip of his cock through your folds and you could already feel how big he was, “got me leakin’ already. Thought about you and that smart little mouth so many times. Always cum so hard when I think about you. Can’t wait to see how good this pussy feels squeezing my cock. You’re going to take all of me, little thing.”

He coated his length with your arousal - you were already so wet again - before slapping his cock against your ass. You tried to reach around so you could touch him but he slapped your hand out of the way.

“Put your cock in me,” you practically begged and before you could say anything else, he plunged into you, causing you to practically scream in surprise. He didn’t stop until he was fully sheathed inside of you, feeling like he was practically splitting you apart. The burn quickly faded away as you moaned and clenched your walls around him, “fuck, you’re so big.”

“Did you expect anything else, pretty baby?” he whispered in your ear before grabbing your hips again. He slowly pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back into you with no warning. You clawed at the wall as he set a brutal pace, slamming his hips into yours over and over again, letting you have almost no room to breath. The only sounds that left your lips were small whimpers and mewls he fucked you to an inch of your life.

You felt the coolness of the vibranium snake around your body before he found your clit. You let him press you against the wall as he pounded into you, and you quickly left your second orgasm start to bubble up in your tummy.

“Taking my cock so well,” he praised as he slowly played with your clit. He was not shy about being loud and moaning, all while murmuring filthy praise into your ear, “so tight - so perfect. This pussy was made for me.”

“More,” you begged in between breaths, “harder, please.”

“You want it harder, pretty baby? You’re not gonna be walkin’ after this,” he smirked before he picked the pace and fucked you even harder than before, which you hadn’t even thought possible, “good girl. Good fuckin’ girl. Gonna cum all over my cock?”

“Mhmm,” you agreed with a wistful smile, a fucked out expression on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside of you as your walls started to clench around him, “please, please, please.”

“Gonna fill you up,” he said through gritted teeth as he slowed his thrusts, making them slower and deeper than before, “gonna make sure you know who you belong to.”

It was a few more thrusts before you came again, crying out as the pleasure rippled through your body. Bucky came quickly after, grunting as he came inside of you, filling you up with hot ropes of his cum. He fucked you through it all, not stopping until you were feeling boneless and he had filled you with every last drop.

He easily caught you just as you were about to collapse in his arms and pulled you against his chest as he pressed a few kisses to your shoulder. You reached behind you and carded a hand through his arm, scratched at his scalp as he continued to kiss your neck and shoulder.

“Fuck, Bucky,” you said as you tried to catch your breath, “that was incredible.”

“I told you I’d ruin every other man for you,” he slowly pulled out and turned you around so you were facing him. You put a hand under your chin and turned your face up to his, “you’re mine.”

“I’m your girl,” it was like music to his ears as you reached between your thighs and swiped his cum mixed with your arousal up and sucked it clean off your finger, “my pussy is yours and your cock is mine.”

“Good girl, “ he praised with a wicked smile, “now get on your knees and put that pretty mouth to use.”

“Yes sir.”

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ks-dreams-fantasies · 3 years

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You don’t want to miss dessert - Rio (Good Girls)

Ok so let’s be honest, last night’s episode was just pure teasing, the hands, the smirks, the bedroom scene. God have mercy I’m about to bust 😂 The thought of Rio making you cum into his hands in his own family home while everyone is waiting outside is just 👅 Enjoy this one 😏

Warning : Smut

Word Count : 1.6k (Not proofread)

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Being in business with Rio was definitely a challenge for you. You’ve had your arguments over the past 2 years, them not always ending well. You had wanted out after 8 months, but he wouldn’t let you do that. He had threatened you for you to come back to work with him. The problem with your relationship, was that both of you always wanted to be right and have the upper hand. He loved that you were daring and confident, but he often needed to remind you who was boss.

You could say your relationship was complicated. It was only business related, even though the both of you had slept together a couple of times before, not making it a recuring thing. Three times, you had slept together three times since you had met him, each time better than the other. You would be lying if you said you weren’t drawn and attracted to Rio. Hell, even his name made you feel puddy. He wasn’t like anyone you’d ever hooked up with before. Maybe it was the fact that you never really met someone like him, which is normal cause Rio is unique.

People wouldn’t necessary imagine the both of you working and being together, but that’s why it made perfect sense. Neither your entourage nor the FBI would suspect you to be in business with a guy like him. By the look of it, you seem to live in two different worlds, but you were very much alike. You needed to be in control, just like him and you had a certain way to plan and do things, which matched his way to do business.

He thrusted you, and he had spoken to you about meeting important people, which you were nervous for. You didn’t want to imagine someone more dangerous and intimidating than him, but you tried to prepare yourself for the worse. You were supposed to meet later that day and he had texted you the address. Parts of you was always being skeptical about his next move, fearing something bad could happen to you, not that you had anything to hide.

Being on your way to meet him, you felt the palms your hands getting sweaty, wiping them off on the black dress you chose to wear. Just like Rio, dark colors were your go to, often wearing dresses and skirts to show your legs. You got out of the car, walking slowly towards the red door, knocking on it lightly.

“Hey mama” a deep throaty voice startled you, making you turn around to see your boss boarding a slight smirk on his face, eyeing you up and down.

You felt your cheeks getting warmer as he motioned for you to follow him through the backyard. You got nervous for a minute but once you passed the wooden door, you saw kids running around and the smell of grilled food making your mouth water calmed you down. He walked towards the table, putting his arms around an older lady’s shoulder, bringing her closer to him.

“This is my boss” he said, looking at her, then diverting his eyes towards yours quickly

“I’m just his grandmother” she said, chuckling lightly before looking back at you. “You must be (Y/N)”

“I am” you answered, nodding softly

“Well, both of you come take your seat, you arrived just in time for dinner” she said motioning her hands towards the table, where a few plates were already laid down. Rio pulled your chair as you sat down, mumbling a quick thank you, string at him as he took the seat next to you. You were getting slightly less nervous as all of you ate your delicious food while talking and laughing.

“So how do you know my uncle?” a 10-year-old kid asked you, taking a bite of his chicken.

“She’s just a work friend, bud” Rio answered for you

“What’s she do?” the kid asked again, looking at his uncle

“Um, she helps me out” he said looking at you “That right?” Rio smirked at you as you nodded

“That all?” the guy in front of him asked, stepping into the conversation, looking devilishly at the both of you. “Heard a lot about you (Y/N)” he continued as you felt Rio getting tense beside you.

“Um yeah, that’s all” you said slightly blushing, feeling Rio’s hand on your back, rubbing it slowly. He changed the subject, knowing his cousin was making you uncomfortable. You continued eating quietly as they all laughed and talked together. You could feel his hands on your back still, pushing back your chair before excusing yourself.

“I’m sorry, is there a bathroom I could use please?” You smiled slightly at Rio’s grandma, as she gave you direction. You made your way inside, finding the bathroom easily. You did what you had to do, and washed your hands looking at yourself in the mirror, reapplying your lip gloss. You could hear the sound of their laughter from where you were, making you sight lightly.

You got out, making your way through the hallway, passing a bedroom, which seemed to be his grandmother’s. You stopped by the door, seeing some picture frames placed neatly on a bookshelf, making you walked closer into the room to look closely at them. You picked a picture of a young Rio graduating into your hands and it made you wonder what he studied. You didn’t picture him as a big school person, so you were surprised to say the least. You jumped slightly as Rio’s husky voice, interrupted you.

“What are you doing?” he said, leaning against the door frame, looking at you, deeply.

“I don’t know, I just got curious” you shrugged your shoulders, watching his every moves. He moved closer to you, making you hold your breath, nervous and aroused. He made you weak in the knees and you could hardly speak without getting flustered. Even thought you were a confident woman, his body close to yours always had that effect on you, and he knew it. You turned towards the bookcase again, feeling his firm chest pressing against your back, as he picked up a smaller picture frame, the both of you looking at it.

“You find anything interesting?” he asked, his mouth next to your ear, sending down shivers down your spine. He put the frame back, his arms brushing yours lightly, making you turn around to face him. His eyes burned into yours, waiting for your answer. You licked your lips, looking at your fumbling hands before meeting his dark eyes again

“I don’t know” you said, feeling bold you dropped both of your hands on his chest, sliding them down until they could rest on the waistband of his pants “You tell me” you stated, before unbuckling his belt.

He stopped you, grabbing your wrist softly, making you look at him a blush creeping onto your cheeks. He shook his head slightly, putting your hand down and dragging his towards your thigh. His finger danced on your soft skin, goosebumps rising onto your body. He lifted your leg slowly, resting it on his waist. His face now in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanning over throat, making you close your eyes, appreciating the moment. You felt his long fingers trail up to the side of your emerald, green lace panties, before making his way to your dripping core, spreading your juices, letting out a throaty groan.

The sound of him only making you wetter, his finger making its way into your warm tight flesh. A quiet moan erupted from your mouth as you grabbed his shoulder firmly, bringing him even closer to you. The room was silent, except for the sounds of his digits pumping in and out of you quickly. Your breathing was getting heavier, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip, trying to keep your moans to yourself. His thumb found his way to your clit, massaging it slowly, putting just enough pressure to make your body quiver.

He inserted another finger inside of your leaking fold, fastening his pace, making you clench around him. One of your hand traveled to his neck, digging your fingers into the back of it, as he let out a deep groan next to your ear.

“R-Rio” you mumbled quietly, clenching your eyes shut, feeling your climax approaching by the second.

“I know mama” he whispered “let it go” right when the words left his lips, you felt yourself relax into his embrace, as your orgasm took over you. He helped you ride it out, pumping his fingers slowly, before removing them from your inside. You faltered your dress as he moved towards the door.

“Hurry up, you don’t want to miss dessert” he said smirking before leaving you all flustered into his grandma’s bedroom. You waited a few minutes, before following behind him, joining the others around the table outside.

“Ahhh here she is. We wondered where you’ve been” Rio’s cousin exclaimed as you sat down. “Pie?” he handed you a plate, not waiting for your reply. You took it, placing it in front of you listening to the older lady speak. As you all finished your dessert, you saw Rio from the corner of your eyes, dig his finger into the whipped cream remaining on his plate, and popping them into his mouth sucking slowly on them. You could feel his eyes on you, and you could only imagine him smirking as his tongue lapped at his finger, the same fingers that were minutes ago buried into your tight pussy. Just the thought of him tasting the remaining of your hot fluid made you clench your thighs together, Rio not missing the sight of you getting flustered again.

“Mhh … I think this must be the best dessert I’ve ever tasted”

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infinitesuckuyome · 3 years

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Puppyboy Tobi

18+ content, Minors do NOT interact:

ᴥ Tobi is such a cute and loyal puppy, always so hyper & affectionate

ᴥ He’s constantly on you and hates to be apart for too long- it’s really hard on him when you have separate mission assignments since he can hardly think of anything other than getting back to you as quickly as possible

ᴥ Needs to hear your pretty soothing words, craves your delicious scent- the memory alone has him drooling & whining into his pillow

ᴥ Loves to wrap himself around you to lave heavy stripes up your neck, nose pressed to your pulse point

ᴥ Can’t hold back happy moans when you run your fingers through his hair while he lays in your lap or nuzzles against your chest, it makes him feel so safe & cared for

ᴥ Praise isn’t something that Tobi will specifically ask for but it’s something he deeply craves, he’s never had much positive reinforcement so it just blows his mind when you tell him how well he’s doing or when you call him your good boy

ᴥ He’ll blush so pretty & doesn’t know what to do with himself because on one hand your words are bringing him so much comfort that he wasn’t aware he desperately desired- and on the other hand all your praise/encouragement is getting him so worked up that he’s starting to feel a little feral

ᴥ Body Worship King [both giving & receiving, he needs both] It’s important for him to feel that you like his appearance and genuinely find him attractive- becomes putty in your hands when you tell him how cute / adorable / sexy he is

ᴥTobi is insecure about a lot, so your words of affirmation mean the world to him, especially if/when he decides to take his mask off infront of you for the first time

ᴥHe needs reassurance that you’ll accept his scars / past and won’t change your mind about wanting to be with him- he’ll be beyond happy since all he’s ever wanted is to be loved & accepted

ᴥ When you first started to be intimate, Tobi was so nervous and embarrassed to tell you that he was virtually inexperienced- he was very grateful with how sweet & patient you were with him while he fumbled and figured out how to make you feel good too

ᴥ He’s so lovestruck especially when he draws out those beautiful noises you make when he’s buried between your thighs or when he’s rutting into you

ᴥ Total Service Top, he gets off on getting you off- has cum from eating you out on more than one occasion

Warnings: Language, NSFW, Petplay, Praise Kink, Oral Sex, Overstimulation, Unprotected Sex

It had been a little more than three weeks since you had been sent out on a solo mission and Tobi was losing his mind. He kept telling himself to be patient & that you’d be home before he knew it, but at this point, he wasn’t thinking rationally anymore. With each passing day, the hours seemed to go by slower than the one before, while his need for you grew by the second. This was the longest you’d been apart since the two of you had gotten together- the separation anxiety was suffocating, he misses you so much and fuck did he need your touch.

He flopped down onto the bed, groaning into a pillow when memories of your lovely face and beautiful body came flooding into his mind. Tobi tried to think about anything else but found that despite his best efforts, every train of thought just brought him back to you. He felt painfully hard & with a pitiful whine, he glanced down at the large damp spot that had formed over the straining erection in his pants.

“Y/N-Chan will be home soon” he muttered to himself, gnawing at his lower lip. Though he knew those words were true, they did nothing to curb his need, especially since every passing thought of you had his ball clenching.

Giving into his base needs, he walked over to your dresser to fish out a pretty pair of your lace panties. He gripped the fabric tightly, letting out a shaky breath as he recalled the numerous times he’d taken them off of you and how delicious it looked when they were sticky & soaked with your arousal.

With a deeply flushed face, he went back to sit himself on the bed- hastily pulling down the waistband of his pants as he wrapped the fabric over his leaking head. Tobi hissed when he felt the delicate fabric rub against his skin but it just wasn’t the same- not nearly as soft as he’d hoped and nowhere near as warm. He winced, every sensation suddenly feeling too rough & it made him miss you that much more. In a desperate attempt to relieve the ache between his legs, Tobi closed his eyes and grit his teeth as he pumped himself furiously.

* * * * * *

After an absurdly long walk, you’d finally made it back to the Akatsuki hideout, breathing a sigh of relief when you were inside the main entrance. It seemed unusually quiet, you figured that most of the other members were off on missions of their own, but you were surprised Tobi hadn’t greeted you at the door like he normally did. You pouted, but shrugged it off, thinking he may have taken on an extra mission or was simply busy antagonizing one of the other members- either way you were just glad to finally be able to relax and unwind. After hanging up your cloak, you made your way to your room, eager to spend some time in your own bed.

A quiet gasp left your lips when you opened the door to your bedroom, eyebrows shooting up at the sight before you. Tobi’s eyes were squeezed shut while he roughly fucked his fist against your favorite pair of panties- grunts and whines of your name tumbling out of his mouth. You bit your lip at how adorable yet how lewd he looked, vigorously rutting into the now tattered fabric, With a slight shake of your head, you called out to him “Tobi, I’m home!”

“Y-Y/N-Chan!” Tobi yelped, covering himself with a nearby pillow. His eyes were wide, eyebrows furrowed - he was torn between wanting to run to you and trying to hide the evidence of what he’d just been doing. He had the decency to be embarrassed by how needy he was, hanging his head as a deep blush crept its way up his neck.

Your expression softened, knowing you shouldn’t be too hard on him- you knew how he got when you were away for too long. “Why are you hiding, puppy? Did you do something bad?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow as you made your way over to him.

Tobi whined, not wanting to look you in the eye. He clutched the pillow to himself tightly as a wave of embarrassment and shame washed over him.

“Give me the pillow, puppy” You sighed, feeling his grip loosen. You gently took the pillow from him, pursing your lips as you removed the shredded lace from his reddened cockhead. “I really liked those...” you tutted, flinging the material towards the waste bin.

Tobi glanced at you hesitantly, searching your features for any sign of disappointment or anger- when he found none, he finally lifted his head to meet your gaze. “Sorry” he mumbled, shifting slightly to adjust his insistent erection.

“Awe, it’s okay, you’re still my good boy” you cooed, affectionately carding your fingers through his hair. “Such a big boy too!” you giggled, eyeing the heavy way his dick twitched between his legs.

Tobi perked up at your words, relieved you weren’t upset with him. “Tobi missed Y/N-Chan so much!” he said nearly bouncing in his seat.

Any fatigue you’d felt from your trip melted away when you saw the twinkle in his dark, eager eyes. “I missed you too” you husked, sinking down to your knees. “What a pretty cock, can I play with it?”

He nodded frantically, digging his nails into the bedsheets. “Yes, yes! Tobi wants to play!” His heart thumped loudly in his chest, excitement and lust nearly making him tremble when he felt your warm breath just inches away.

“Mhm” you mused, taking his shaft in hand, licking a long slow stripe from the base to his head. You looked up at Tobi as you swirled your tongue around his reddened tip.

He let out a choked out groan, nearly falling backwards at the inviting warmth of your mouth, barely catching himself on his elbows- propping up just in time to see your head begin to bob. His eyes rolled back at the way you worked his dick, moaning loudly when you hallowed your cheeks.

Your fingers grabbed at his thighs, eyes fluttering closed as you set a rhythmic pace- taking in as much of his length as you could.

Tobi panted as he watched you, feeling delirious with pleasure that was steadily bubbling up within him. “S-soo good!” he keened, instinctively bucking his hips.

You hummed in response, happy to see your puppy getting the attention he needed. You sank down on him until your nose grazed the soft hair at the base of his cock, feeling the stretch of your lips accompanied by the slapping of his fat balls against your chin.

Taking one hand off his thigh, you moved it to cradle and massage his neglected balls, noting how heavy they felt in your palm. “Ngh- Y/N-Chan!” he howled, tossing his head back. “Cu-cumming now!”

Tobi came almost violently- weeks of being pent up all channeled into the thick, hot ropes currently swelling your mouth. You’re mildly shocked by just how much there was, swallowing around him as best you could, yet still unable to stop the steady stream that was seeping past your lips. You coughed a few times after finally pulling off his softening cock, strings of saliva still connecting you to him.

“Tobi’s Turn!” he panted, grabbing at your forearms to haul you onto the bed.

“Ah!” you squealed, suddenly laying on your back with Tobi hovering over you.

“Y/N-Chan is home, never letting you go!” he whined, kissing and lapping at anything he could get his mouth on. “Gone for too long..” he pouted, pushing your shirt up to bury his face between your warm breasts.

“I’m sorry puppy, I'll talk to Pain so it doesn’t happen again.” you assured him.

He tensed up, growling at the mention of another male’s name, “No Pain, only Tobi!”

You smiled, almost forgetting how territorial your puppy was. “Only Tobi.” you cooed, cupping his cheek.

He nodded in approval, nuzzling your palm as he tugged down your bottoms. He settled between your thighs, drooling at the sight of your drenched panties. Pressing his nose up against the growing wet spot, he flicked his tongue over it as he breathed in your scent. “Off!” he grunted, not wanting to destroy another pair of your underwear.

You lifted your hips, allowing him to drag them down your legs- casting them aside, along with your discarded shorts. He ran his tongue through your folds, moaning at your taste, feeling the blood rush straight to his crotch. He pulled back for a second, wanting to spread you open with his fingers. “Pretty!” he cried, eagerly diving in to lave over your clit.

He dug his tongue into your bundle of nerves, kneading at the plush skin of your thighs as he dragged your hips up and off the bed- nudging his chin forward to drive his tongue in as deep as it would go. Tobi savored every minute of it, shutting his eyes to immerse himself in your heat, nuzzling his nose against your swollen clit. He continued his relentless lapping, holding you flush against him- brain so focused yet hazy at the same time.

You tugged at his hair, feeling so dazed, you weren’t sure you could form words, settling instead for writhing & sloppily rocking your hips.

Tobi’s eyes snapped open, cock jolting at the way you were responding. Pride bloomed in his chest when he felt your legs begin to shake, high-pitched moans of his name freely falling past your lips. “Cum for Tobi!” he groaned, doubling down- watching every twist and writhe, taking in every sweet cry you gave him.

“Puppy!” you wailed, thrashing against him as wave after wave of pleasure tore through you.

Tobi humped the mattress, slurping lewdly while you shook and cried in his grasp. You tried to push him off but he wouldn’t budge- opting to suckle at your pussy lips before sealing his mouth over your poor swollen clit. Your taste was driving him insane, he didn’t stop even when you sobbed and whimpered out a “too much!”. He just kept sucking and rolling his heavy tongue over you, reveling in the way your body twitched and spasmed.

“Not enough, need more!” Tobi grunted, taking one of your ankles in each hand to spread your legs apart. He thrust his leaky cock against your little bud, rocking back and forth to feel the pulse of it against his slit. He growled, the slickness of you making him feel near feral with need- he quickly lined himself up with your entrance, slamming into you until you cried out.

Tobi’s head spun as he sank into your tight heat, keening at the way your were sucking him in. His cock throbbed with arousal, loving the loud squelching of your pussy, knowing he was the one who’d made such a mess of you.

You whined, lower lip trembling as you teetered on the edge of consciousness. Tobi’s crazed thrusting sending shockwaves through your overstimulated body. “P-please” you stuttered, struggling to keep your eyes open as your puppy continued to plunge into your gummy walls.

Everything felt so messy and hot, Tobi’s head tipped back when he felt you cream around his length. His sanity slipping a little more with every tremor and gush of your sweet pussy, making something snap inside of him. He frantically pumped into you, the harsh snap of his hips making you gasp and seize. “Hold on- hng- so close!” he said through clenched teeth. He dropped your legs, pushing your knees up to your chest, curving his form over yours- driven by pure hunger and the instinct to fill you up with his cum & breed your pretty cunt.

Your vision was blurring in and out, hips aimlessly rutting against him- feeling like a ragdoll in his grasp. Animalistic thrusts causing your body to jolt against the bed springs. “Good boy- ah- such a good boy!” you babbled.

“Tobi is a good boy- Y/N-Chan’s good boy!” he pants, reaching between you to rub circles on your clit- determined to tip you over the edge one more time before reaching his own breaking point. With every thrust, a yell is dragged from you- body shaking uncontrollably as your vision goes white.

“Fuck! Fuuuuck!” Tobi growls, feeling your pussy flutter and convulse around him- his lower half completely drenched with the fluids you had just sprayed all over him. He drives in and out of you with reckless abandon, swearing he’s beginning to see stars. He bites down on your shoulder, grumbling fucked out moans against your skin as thick spurts of his seed paint your insides white.

You shiver when he finally pulls out, clutching at him weakly when he uses his fingers to push his cum back into your cunt. “’S full”. you whimpered, completely limp and exhausted.

“Shh” Tobi cooed, kissing your sweaty forehead. “Sleep now, Y/N-Chan.”

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starryhyuck · 3 years

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pride. (m)

pairing: sugardaddy!xiaojun x reader

words: 4.7k+

summary: stacked with two jobs, tuition bills and rent payments, an opportunity falls into your lap that leaves you wanting more.

genre: fluff, smut

warnings: creampie, breeding kink, semi-public sex, oral sex, degradation, overstimulation

It all started before you hit rock bottom.

When you enrolled in college and decided to study music, your parents refused to pay for your tuition as they had hoped you would pursue law instead. You’ve been passionate about music since you were younger, and financial burdens were not going to hold you back from pursuing your dreams.

You spend most school nights working a low wage job, and switch to a different low wage job on the weekends. You hardly had time to balance studies and work, but in order to make ends meet, you fill your body with caffeine and call it a day.

You’re in the middle of wiping down the counter of the campus’s local ice cream parlor, ignoring the email you received from your landlord minutes ago. It was yet another warning notice to pay last month’s rent, a task you’ve been putting off for weeks.

There’s barely anyone who comes into the shop this late at night on a weekday, only a few who have a midnight craving they have to fulfill. You’re surprised when Doyeon comes barging into the shop at half past midnight, dressed to the nines in her custom Versace gown.

She sighs and throws herself down on one of the parlor chairs. “I feel sick to my stomach. Is it possible for your intestines to hurt so much from champagne?”

You laugh at her. Doyeon was your first friend when you came to campus, and you were blissfully unaware of how wealthy she was until three months into your friendship. Her mother recently remarried and Doyeon despised her stepdad, but she never had any complaints about the money he carried with him. Doyeon’s offered to pay off some of your loans so that you wouldn’t have to work two jobs, but you always turned down her offer. You couldn’t take money from her — you had to have a little bit of pride.

“What happened now? More sleazy old men hitting on you?” You question, leaning over the counter to ask her.

“You know me so well,” she sighs, her curled hair styled perfectly down her shoulders. She removes her heels for a bit so she can breathe. “And Doyoung was complaining the entire time, pissing off my mom. You know how my brother is.”

You’ve met Doyoung once or twice, and he was very similar to Doyeon — confident, smart and not afraid to speak what’s on his mind. Doyoung had a very difficult time adjusting to their mother’s new beau.

“You know what would be nice?” Doyeon asks, eyelashes fluttering at you. “If you come with me next time.”

“You know I can’t,” you decline, moving to check on the tubs of ice cream. “I’m too busy with work and school. Can’t leave for a night of luxury.”

“But you can,” she whines loudly. “Just let me pay your rent for last month and we’ll call it even!”

You roll your eyes. “I hardly call that even, Doyeon.”

She huffs. “Please? I can’t stand to go to another one of these things and listen to those snotty people tell me how lucky I am that my mom found that douchebag. You would make it so much more fun, and save me from a night of torture.”

For the first time, you’re contemplating Doyeon’s offer. You’ve known for a long time now that you’re running low on funds, and you’re scared that if you don’t find a way to pay your landlord, he’ll end up evicting you. Your eyes glance up to meet Doyeon’s, who has her puppy dog gaze turned on.

You sigh. “Just one event. That’s it.”

She squeals, and almost jumps over the counter to hug you.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love you, thank you!”

You awkwardly pat her back. “Yeah, yeah.”

—

Doyeon failed to tell you that the event she was dragging you to would actually take place within a week.

You scrambled to find a dress and how to style your hair, knowing that if you showed up in an off-brand name, you would immediately look like an outcast. Doyeon saved you from the humiliation, shoving you into a Valentino dress that had your eyes rolling out of your head at the price tag. She also hired a hairstylist on the day of to come over and fix you up, which you clearly disagreed on until Doyeon told you it wasn’t up for debate.

And now, here you were, standing in the middle of the most luxurious place you’ve ever stepped foot in. Doyeon leans over to whisper to you while you’re eyeing the waiters and waitresses walking around with trays of champagne.

“Just smile and act like you only care about money.”

She tugs you forward and you try your best to match her pace. A girl approaches you two first, nails wrapped around the stem of her glass. She’s wearing one of the most beautiful gowns you’ve ever seen, a Chanel piece her mother imported for the event.

“Hyojung, you’re way too young to be drinking anything,” Doyeon scolds.

“Calm down, mom. No one’s snitching except you. Who have you brought?”

Doyeon beams and loops her arm through yours. “This is my friend from college.” She gives Hyojung your name and you offer your best smile.

Hyojung returns your grin. “Nice to meet you. Where do your parents work?”

Doyeon opens her mouth to tell Hyojung the truth, but you stop her.

“They own a few chain businesses in our hometown. Nothing too grand,” you inform. Hyojung nods in agreement, eyes darting somewhere else.

“Well, Chanwoo is here. I’m going to get the gossip that he owes me from last time.”

When Hyojung leaves, Doyeon frowns at you. “Why did you lie?” She questions.

You shrug. “I would rather not be a fish out of water here more than I already am. It’s better if people think I’m at least middle class.”

“Okay,” she says slowly. “You know I’m not ashamed of you, right?”

You giggle and pat her cheek. “Of course I know.”

“Finally!” You hear someone exclaim, and you turn to see Doyoung rushing over to the two of you. “Where the hell have you been? Mom’s going to murder you for showing up so late.”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “Relax. We took a long time getting ready.”

Doyoung smiles gently at you before tugging his sister away. You feel even more awkward, hands folding together as you sway in the middle of the room. The people around you are talking animatedly and you can faintly hear the sound of the violin in the back of the room. You wonder if you should pretend to go to the bathroom or find somewhere to sit-

“Never seen you here before.”

You turn to see a guy your age, dressed in a full Armani suit and Rolex watch shining under the sparkling chandelier. You awkwardly clear your throat.

“Uh, yeah. My friend brought me. Do I look that weird?”

He chuckles, running a hand through his chestnut locks. “You look beautiful. I’ve just been to plenty of these galas before and I’ve pretty much memorized the guest list.”

Your heart lingers on his compliment and you avert your gaze.

“My first one. Are they always like this?”

“Boring, you mean?”

You laugh and he joins in. You swear you feel butterflies frantically flying in your stomach.

“So, what’s your story? Also have rich parents?” You ask.

He nods. “My mother owns half of the city’s major businesses. I’m Xiaojun, by the way.” You give him your name and he smiles, motioning to the back of the room. “Want to talk where it’s a little less loud?”

You agree, smiling and taking his arm as he leads you to the less chatty part of the room. You both sit on a luxurious velvet couch, a piece of furniture that most likely costs more than your entire apartment. Xiaojun hands you a glass of champagne, his smile taking your breath away.

“Tell me a little bit about yourself,” he muses, eyeing you carefully.

You laugh. “Is this a job interview?”

He shrugs. “Could be.”

Your eyebrows furrow at his answer, but you figure rich people were always weird and vague like that. “I go to the same college as Doyeon, and I’m studying music. Not really much to say, I spend most of my time working.”

He nods, and you can’t place what the look in his eye is for.

“Music, that’s interesting. What made you decide to take on such a daunting major?”

“Daunting as in it’s not law or business?” You counter, giving him a look.

He holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, no judgment here. In my world, I haven’t met anyone who isn’t a law or business major. It’s nice to have a change of scenery.”

He challenges your gaze, and you feel a warmth in your stomach you haven’t felt in months. You jump when you hear the shriek of your name and Doyeon comes charging towards the two of you.

“There you are! Jesus, I had to hear Doyoung fight with my stepdad for almost ten minutes.” Her exasperation turns into surprise when she sees Xiaojun seated next to you. “Oh! Hey, Dejun. Didn’t see you there.”

He offers a smile. “Hi, Doyeon.”

“Do you mind if I pull her away for a bit?” Doyeon asks, but she’s already looped your arm through hers. You slightly protest when she tugs you away from Xiaojun, but you’re immediately distracted by her next question. “What the hell were you doing talking to him? You know what Xiaojun is famous for, right?”

You frown, looking over your shoulder again to see him, watching as his line of sight carefully follows you and Doyeon.

“No, I don’t. He seemed nice. What’s the issue?”

Doyeon rolls her eyes. “He’s a sugar daddy. Always looking for new sugar babies to satisfy him. He’s been blowing through girls like the wind for the past year. He’s not good, and I don’t want you in his company without me.”

You try to process that the man you were just talking to was, in fact, scoping you out to get a potential new sugar baby. You can’t wrap your mind around it, even when Doyeon drags you to the corner of the room, where Doyoung and her stepdad are still fighting.

Your eyes linger on Xiaojun’s table, but he’s already long gone.

—

“Nice shop you got here.”

You practically jump out of your shoes at the sound of the familiar voice, almost spilling a cup of ice cream down your front. You nearly get whiplash with how fast you spin around, eyes widening at the sight of Xiaojun standing in the middle of the ice cream shop. Your manager, Seojeong, raises an eyebrow at your skittish nature.

“Is there a problem here?” She questions, but you immediately brush her off.

“No, no problem!” You squeak. You immediately rush over the counter and push Xiaojun out of the shop. “Seojeong, I’m taking my 15!”

“Um, okay?”

Once you’ve got Xiaojun on the street, you take notice of what he’s wearing - another dark Armani suit, same Rolex watch, and hair styled in a way that’s meant to make your panties drop. You push back your thoughts and whisper harshly to him.

“I know why you’re here.”

He raises an eyebrow, smirking. “Do you now?”

“Yes, I do,” you state confidently, tilting your chin up. “Doyeon told me about your little sugar daddy scheme.”

He laughs. “Ah, is that what they’re calling it now? Didn’t realize I was such a bad guy for wanting to help out girls in bad situations.”

You scoff. “Do you get off on this? Lowering yourself to the underprivileged lives of the poor? Pretending to be the hero that saves the damsel in distress?”

He snickers at your line of questioning, shoving his hands in his pockets and eyeing you. He leans down so that you’re face to face, and you falter as he becomes closer to you.

“And if I do? What if I like giving you money so you don’t have to work two jobs?”

“How do you know I have two jobs?” You inquire.

“You looked so lost at that gala. I told you I’ve memorized the guest list — you’ve never been on it. It became relatively easy to discover the rest of the details. It must be exhausting doing this everyday, haven’t you ever wanted a break?”

You fold your arms across your chest and take a step away from him. “What’s in it for you?”

He grins. “The pleasure of your company.”

“What kind of company?” You ask, doubting him. You won’t lie and say the offer isn’t intriguing to you. You still have pride, definitely, but the weight of two jobs has really taken a toll on you lately. Plus, Doyeon said Xiaojun breezes through girls anyways. You could get a break from paying your rent for a few months and before you know it, he’ll move onto the next charity case he wants to help out.

There’s no harm in that, right?

Your thoughts are blown through the window, however, when his smirk grows wider. You’re sure there’s a large damp spot in your underwear right now.

“Whatever company you like, little one.”

You’re fucked.

—

You keep the relationship with Xiaojun quiet and under wraps. You know Doyeon would have many thoughts about your choice, and she would probably convince you to let her pay your bills instead of Xiaojun. You couldn’t place that burden on her shoulders.

Surprisingly, Xiaojun doesn’t ask for much. He swings by the ice cream parlor once a week, drops off a $1000 check, stays to chat for a little, and leaves. Seojeong doesn’t raise any questions, albeit you’ve seen her glance at the envelope you leave in the back room. You would’ve thought that Xiaojun is the type of guy who invites you over to his penthouse apartment to get to know him, but he’s been quite reserved. He never crosses the line with you, and his questioning stays on the topic of your classes and work. You continuously wonder how to captivate his attention and if the other girls before you failed to do so.

About a month into the deal, your patience wears thin. You’re not even really sure why you’re frustrated in the first place. Anyone would love a no strings attached deal like this, getting $1000 every week with barely any commitment. You quit your other job because you don’t need both paychecks now and you’ve been able to keep up on rent. However, a part of you expected to be close with Xiaojun in some way at this point, especially considering the way he was flirting with you when he first propositioned this.

You’re fully prepared to confront him on Friday night, the same day he usually drops off the check and chats with you for a bit. You practically throw yourself over the counter when he takes a step inside the shop, yelling over your shoulder to Seojeong that you’re taking your break.

Xiaojun laughs at your eagerness, allowing you to tug on his suit as you pull him outside.

“Someone’s excited today. Need the check that badly?”

You frown at the accusation and exhale. “No, as a matter of fact, the money you’ve given me so far could probably cover me for a year.”

“Then what’s with the frowny face?”

“There’s a catch here, Xiaojun, I know there is. You’ve been too nice,” you say, waving a finger at him.

He smirks. “Have I been? I told you, little one, all I need is your company. You’ve given that to me every week, haven’t you?”

You scoff. “Barely. We talk for a few minutes while I’m making orders for other customers and then you leave. I would hardly call that company.”

He gets even cockier, if that was humanly possible. Xiaojun has to know what he’s doing to you — the mystery of his true personality starting to make you curious.

Similar to your first meeting, he leans down until he’s a few inches from your face, eyebrow raised. “Didn’t mean to neglect you, little one. Did you want more from me?”

You shift awkwardly, tension building in your stomach from his words. He was clearly teasing you and his patience was stronger than you previously believed. He waited a month just to have you desperate like this, wanting something more than a few minutes of his time. You’re so wet at this point that you’re definitive Xiaojun knows.

To prove your point, his smirk grows wider. “What are you doing after your shift?”

“U-Um, I have some homework to finish-“

“Great, I’ll pick you up after work and you can finish it at my apartment.” He doesn’t give you any time to protest, moving closer to you, his breath hitting the shell of your ear. “Next time, little one, just tell me you need more attention. Daddy will gladly give it to you.”

—

You’re a nervous wreck when Xiaojun’s expensive Rolls-Royce pulls up to the curb after your shift has ended. His car looks terribly out of place on the streets of your dirty campus, but he doesn’t seem bothered in the slightest. You quickly get in and ask him to go before anyone can recognize you.

The ride to his apartment in the upper part of town is filled with silence, making you even more jittery. Xiaojun, on the other hand, is calm and collected with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the console. You try to swallow your nerves and reason with yourself.

This is just Xiaojun — son of a multimillionaire, heir to many respective companies within the city. This is just Xiaojun — the man who’s been giving you $1000 every week with no strings attached, the man who’s clouded your dreams for the past month on more than one occasion.

Unfortunately, you don’t have any more time to dwell on your thoughts when Xiaojun pulls up to the parking garage of his complex. The both of you exit the car and he hands the keys to one of the valet drivers. His fingers fall to the small of your back as he guides you inside.

You try to avoid the blatant stares from other residents. You’re still dressed in your work clothes, a simple t-shirt and pair of jeans, but you couldn’t look more like a fish out of water. Xiaojun doesn’t seem to mind, walking into the elevator and pressing the top floor button. You ride the elevator in silence, and your eyes nearly fall out of your head when you reach the penthouse.

The apartment is straight out of the movies. The decor is extravagant, and you’re afraid if you touch anything, you’ll have to pay a fine. Xiaojun leads you to the dining room, pulling out a chair for you, despite your confusion.

“You can finish your homework here. I’ll be in the study upstairs.”

“Wait wait wait,” you stop him, placing a hand on his chest. “You’re leaving?”

He grins. “Did you want me to stay?”

He was really going to make you beg for it. Your eyes narrow and you feel a burst of confidence run through you. You tilt your head up until you’re a few centimeters from his mouth.

“You said Daddy would give me more attention if I asked for it.”

He growls, eyes darkening. Before you know it, he has you pinned to the grand table, staring at you as if you’re his last meal. It’s your turn to smirk as his control snaps, fingers digging into your hips roughly.

“Think it’s fun to test me? The other girls before you were more behaved,” he hisses, eyes wandering to the valley of your breasts.

“But you don’t like that, do you? You like it when they disobey,” you murmur, pulling him closer to you. “You like giving them their punishment.”

Xiaojun’s lips are pressed to yours before you can even fully register what’s going on, his body locking you against the wood. You whimper, hands gripping his forearm to keep steady. It’s messy and frantic, and you can see all of the built up tension starting to show.

“What would Doyeon think of you whoring yourself out for money?” He snickers, making you feel small under his gaze. “I bet she would be so ashamed. Little one gave up her pride for a few thousand dollars?”

You whine. “It’s not like that.”

“But isn’t it?” He questions you, fingers unbuttoning your jeans and sliding them down your legs. You wish you had worn a sexier pair of panties today but Xiaojun seems satisfied nonetheless, snapping the elastic against your skin. “Can’t wait to get a taste of this cunt. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, little one?”

You probably look pathetic like this — half of your body sprawled across Xiaojun’s dining table, pants around your ankles, and a large wet spot ruining the fabric of your underwear. You pitifully nod in response to his question, eyes locked on the bulge straining against his expensive trousers. He chuckles when he follows your line of sight.

“Hungry?”

You fall into the role so easily. “Yes, Daddy.”

He directs you on your knees, the cold marble floor sending a shiver up your spine. You eagerly watch him unbuckle his belt and exposing his leaking cock for you. The tip is red and angry, demanding to be touched.

“Go ahead, little one. Make Daddy feel good.”

You wrap your mouth around the tip, nearly moaning at the taste of him. You haven’t been intimate with someone in so long and his cock has your mouth watering.

“Good girl,” he soothes, pushing his cock further down your throat. Tears immediately spring into your eyes when he ignores your gag reflex, hands gripping the back of your head as he guided you. “Shh, doing so well for me, little one.”

You allow him to fuck your mouth, trying to brush aside the tears falling down your face and saliva pooling at the sides of your mouth. It’s filthy and you love it — you haven’t been used like this in months and you never realized how much you missed it.

“Your mouth is so perfect, fuck,” he groans. “I’ll pay for anything you want if you stay on your knees like this, all pretty for me.”

You gasp when he lets you breathe, pulling his cock away. He chuckles at you, fingers returning to stroke himself as he watches you regain yourself. He tugs you back on your feet, overlooking your wobbly legs and pushing you into the living room. You’re about to question him on what he’s doing until he’s shoving you up against his glass window. You gaze downwards, seeing a plethora of people passing by on the street and cars honking to one another. It’s a view you only see in the movies, and you know Xiaojun’s eager to fuck you into the fantasy.

His fingers slide into your underwear, breath hot against your neck. “Look at all of them down there, little one. Bet they want to be just like you, fucked so good for everyone to see. Even better when I cum inside you, hm?”

You freeze. “D-Daddy,” you whisper frantically. “I’m not on the pill.”

He’s silent behind your figure before you feel him playing with your folds, your wetness coating his hand.

“Isn’t that nice? What do you think of getting knocked up, little one? This entire place could be yours, you would never have to step foot in that ice cream shop again. All the wealth you never imagined, you could spend all day in bed with me while I stuff you full. You would look so pretty on Daddy’s arm. I wonder how many times we could sneak away from the crowd so I could fuck my cock into you. Wouldn’t that be a dream?”

You gasp, growing wetter by the second. He easily slides a finger into your heat and all common sense is thrown out of the window.

“Please fuck me, Daddy,” you beg. “Please please please. I’ll be good for you, I promise.”

He laughs at your desperation, pushing another digit inside. “Even though you’re not on the pill? How filthy of you, little one.”

It’s sick. You barely know this man but all you want is his cum inside you. You can imagine the headlines now — Millionaire’s Son Gets Poor Girl Pregnant. But you want it. You want it so badly.

You hear the tearing of your panties but you couldn’t give a fuck what happens to them, pushing yourself further into him. He laughs again at you, tip lining up to your entrance.

“Beg for it.”

You cry. “Please, Daddy! I want it, I’ve been so good for you! I’ll let you cum inside me and everyone can watch. I want them to see who I belong to.”

“Fuck,” he growls at your submission. You nearly scream when he pushes into you, his girth bigger and thicker than you’ve ever taken before. On top of that, you haven’t had sex in months and the stretch is almost unbearable. Your head rolls back but Xiaojun grips your chin and forces you to look outside the window. “Look at all those people, little one. They’re about to get a nice show.”

He gives you no time to adjust, thrusting into you like he wants to break you. His fingers tangle into your hair and he pulls roughly, causing you to yelp at the pain. You’re past the point of coherent thinking, Xiaojun’s cock fucking you so good you can barely talk.

“Good, little one?”

“Mmf,” you gurgle, gasping at the force of his movements. You can feel him in your throat, and it’s as if he’s waited all these weeks just to spill his seed into you.

You tumble over the edge when he pinches your clit, whispering the dirtiest confessions into your ear. “Needy whore,” he laughed sinisterly. “Probably can’t go a day without my cock after this. Going to be begging me for it, wanting me all the time now. I can’t wait to take you everywhere and anywhere I please. I’ll buy you so many cute outfits, little one. So many skirts that make it easy for me to slide right inside and fuck you until you’re crying for me.”

You clench around his cock and fall over the edge, your wetness spilling down your thighs.

“Daddy,” you breathlessly hiss, body going limp in his arms.

“You came so much for me, little one. Your slutty cunt is so good for me, isn’t it?”

“Please, Daddy,” you plead. “Please, Daddy. I want to feel your cum.”

“Yeah?” He grunts, the sound of his balls repeatedly slapping against your pussy echoes around the room. “You wanna get pregnant? All baby wants is a big fat cock to stuff her full of cum, hm?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you cry out, not even caring how pitiful you look at this point. “Want it so badly.”

Your desperation snaps the cord inside of him and he spills every last drop into you. You whimper at the warm feeling, some of his cum starting to drip out and coat the inside of your thighs. You both attempt to catch your breaths, your legs feeling like jelly.

You’re about to move away from him until Xiaojun keeps you pinned to the window, stopping you from leaving.

“W-What are y-you doing?” You ask, still out of breath from the fucking you just received.

“I don’t think that was the one,” he muses, eyes locked on where you two are intertwined. He offers an experimental thrust that has you scrambling.

“No, no,” you sniffle, trying to move away from him again. “I can’t, I can’t.”

“I think you can,” he chuckles, enjoying the way your cunt wraps so nicely around his cock. “And you will. Haven’t gotten you pregnant yet, little one.”

You spend hours fucking like bunnies with Xiaojun taking you on almost every surface of his apartment. You don’t even care that you’re impregnated, allowing him to use you in any way he pleases while the sun falls under the skyline.

Your pride didn’t matter that much anyways.

#nct smut #wayv smut #xiaojun #xiaojun smut

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finelinevogue · 3 years

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Thanks can you write something about one of the kids getting hate online from jealous people and how it affects them and what Harry and Y/N do

hello!! so this one is going to be about isabelle getting hate (😔), which you will find out why. i’m also changing the age gaps between them because it’s so hard to write with larger age gaps. so here isabelle is 16, felix is 19 and oli is 21!!

“Mum!”

You had been busy ironing the clothes downstairs, whilst watching ‘Call the Midwife’ on the TV, when you heard Felix shouting you from upstairs.

“What?” You shouted back, moving from the lounge to the bottom of the stairs to hear better.

“I think you should see this.”

When your children say things like this you either roll your eyes when you find out they wanted to show you a meme, or panic because some rumour has been spread all over the internet of them.

“Just hang on a minute!” Your attention diverted to the front door being opened harshly. Everyone else was already home but Belle, so it must’ve been her. It was a Wednesday today and Belle always had study group in the library after-school on a Wednesday, although today she was back a little earlier than normal.

You moved the latch off the porch door and opened it to welcome Belle home, watching as she threw off her high-top converse aggressively.

“Hiya love, you alr—” You didn’t get to finish before you saw that her eyes were red and puffy, tears streaming down her face like a cascading waterfall. Her mascara was smudged and made it look like she hadn’t slept for weeks. “Woah, hey, Belle?”

Belle didn’t listen to you though, instead she stormed past and ran up the stairs and a minute later you heard her bedroom door slam shut.

What the fuck was that about?

“Minute too late mum!” Felix shouted again, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. However, it did confirm that something had happened to Belle on social media or over the internet and you had to get Harry on top of this now.

You walked down the stairs, into your basement - which Harry had converted into a sound-proof studio - and saw him sat with a guitar on his lap and pencil between his teeth, playing around with chords on repeat.

“Babe?” You knocked on the door as you spoke, Harry looking up from where he was sat to you and smiling as bright as ever.

“You alright love?” He asked sweetly, taking the pencil out of his mouth first.

“I am yeah, but Belle’s just come home crying and shut herself in her room.” You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to work through everything that had happened and wondering whether you’d done something or not done something.

Harry instantly got to his feet, putting everything down so that he could come over to you. He placed his warm hands on your cheeks and kissed your lips once just because, “I know what you’re thinking, so stop it. Something’s probably happened at school. Let me go talk to her, okay?” You nodded in agreement and sighed in thanks.

Belle had always been more of a daddy’s girl than a mommy’s girl, and that was okay. It just meant that she was more open to her feelings and her heart with her dad than you, not to say she never talked to you about things like that. Harry always filled you in on things, though, and would prompt you to talk to her if he thought extremely necessary. Belle liked to work things out by herself normally, not liking to be a burden to anyone - a lot like you actually.

Harry walked out of the room and climbed the stairs two at a time until he made it outside Belle’s room. He knocked before entering, but Belle made no sound for him to enter.

“Belles?” Harry asked softly, shutting the door and walking over to her bed which she was curled up on. She had obviously flopped on the bed and began crying, because there was no sign of effort to get under the covers or get comfortable.

“D-dad?” She mumbled roughly, her choked sobs holding her back.

“Yes sweetheart, i’m here.” Harry sat down on the edge of her bed and sat their patiently. He didn’t want to invade her space or make her feel claustrophobic, so he waited for her to come to him and that didn’t take long. She sprang up and hugged him with her head buried against her dad’s chest, sobbing so violently that Harry’s heart cracked in two. He hated to see his baby cry. It was his biggest weakness.

Belle made an attempt to speak but Harry couldn’t understand due to the shear heaviness of her cries.

“Belles, y’gotta calm down for me, my heart. Gotta breathe it out before you make yourself sick.” He smoothed his hand over the back of her hair, like he’d always done. Her breathing ever-so-slowly coming back down to a normal and healthy pace. “That’s it, thank you.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tightly still.

“Dad?” She shakily started.

“Yes love.”

“Do y-you know?” She sat up so she could face her dad, bur Harry didn’t let his hands leave hers.

“Know what, sweetheart?”

Harry genuinely didn’t know and Belle could see that in his honest, kind, eyes.

“T-that…” Belle started tearing up again, her bottom lip wobbling like sailors legs.

“Hey, calm down. You’re okay. Breathe and then talk to me, okay?” Harry ordered her, not caring if this took all night. He was here for his baby girl whenever and wherever, no exceptions. If she didn’t ever tell him, that was okay as long as he helped her build up her happiness again. A few deep breaths later and she was feeling more comfortable.

“I..,” she paused momentarily to collect her words before letting them flow out beautifully, “i’m gay dad.”

Warmth spread through Harry’s heart as if he were torch that’d just been set alight. He could only put the way he felt into one word; proud. He was so proud that his daughter was turning into the loving and open and beautiful woman she was always born to be. He was also just so happy that she had the confidence in him to tell him something so important to her.

“I’m so proud of you, Belle.”

“Really?” She sounded surprised, which made Harry take a step back in confusion.

“Yes of course,” Harry squeezed her hand just a little tighter, “have I ever given you a reason to think otherwise?”

“No.”

“Then where’s this doubt coming from hey?”

Belle began to cry again at his question.

“T-the media found out and i-it’s been published everywhere a-and I w-was worried I wouldn’t b-be able to tell you myself b-before they could. They’re being s-so rude too.” Her cries broke Harry all over again. As much as he was proud of her for coming out so bravely, he was incredibly pissed off that the media thought it was there business to pass around before Belle was even comfortable admitting it first. It’s Belle’s right to come out when she wants and how she wants and Harry could understand how frustrating and upsetting that must be to have it all taken away. He had to keep calm for Belle though, pulling her back into his chest to hold her safely.

“What are they saying?”

Anger bubbled through Harry’s veins as she began to speak.

“That i’m only gay to promote the values you stand for or that you’ll be disappointed that not all your children are straight.”

Harry’s fingers curled at her words, not understanding how much of a low-life you have to be to genuinely type and publish these things about a child, let alone his child. He was furious and he was going to burn - metaphorically - the people responsible for this abuse.

“How did they find out?”

Instead of her saying anything she pulled up a picture of the article online - released by ‘The Sun’ unsurprisingly as they were the worst for paparazzi stalking - and it all started to piece together.

The article headlined a picture of Belle and another girl, kissing outside of school. The study group mustn’t have been exclusively studying. Harry didn’t focus on the shitty article, he instead focused on how the smile on Belle’s face was the widest he’d ever seen.

“You look very happy.” Harry tried to make light of the situation for his daughter.

“I am. They make me very happy.” Belle blushed and Harry caught on.

“And they’re called?”

“Megan.”

“Megan,” Harry repeated the name, getting a feel for the way it sounded for future use, “well they seem lovely.”

“Dad you’ve only seen them through a picture of us kissing.” Belle rolled her eyes and Harry reached out to dab the tears away, not minding that his sleeve was becoming heavily damp.

“Shut up you,” he laughed causing a smile to leap onto Belles face too, “do we get to meet them?”

“Hopefully,” Belle smiles, before looking down to her lap with furrowed brows, “that is, if they still like me after this whole media shambles.” Belle let out a breathe of shaky air and Harry caught her anxiety before she could let herself run off with it.

“Let me take care of that, don’t worry yourself over it, okay?” Belle nodded.

“Do I have to make like a statement or anything?”

“You do whatever you want to, Belles, and i’ll love you no matter what.”

And with that Harry left the room, a smile on his face for feeling like the proudest most happiest parent on the planet. It only lasted a few minutes though, because now it was time to make some phone calls and sue a few people.

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kimberly-spirits13 · 3 years

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Batfam Reacting to S/O Turning into a Robin HC (Request)

So this entire thing happens because you and Bruce were fighting Circe who just had to throw a spell at a civilian

You jump in front of the spell and catch it, taking the blow

This means that on site, you turn into a Robin

Wtf

Bruce is big mad now since now he thinks that you could be a Robin for the rest of your life and that’s just not cool

The moment that the fight is over, he calls in everyone from the league

Z, Constantine, Dr. Fate, Zatara, Wonder Woman, the whole lot

Once they find out what happens there’s a worry but eventually they find that it’s going to be alright and you’ll change back within the next 72 hours or so

72 HOURS

Bruce just simply cannot wait that long

he doesn’t know what to do with a bird like

ALFRED

They make sure to not try and feed you anything that’s too disgusting that you wouldn’t normally eat

No worms

That would be gross

Bruce does find it kind of funny that you turn into a Robin and not something else

So happy it wasn’t a bat

You’d get mixed and lost with the rest of them in the cave and that would be weird

Plus there’s a high chance that you’d just fall from the ceiling

Once you finally detransform from the entire debacle, Bruce is very happy to have you back

Gets special charms from Z and Constantine that repel bad magic back onto the user

Ensures that something like this doesn’t happen again

Dick Grayson:

This man does not know what to do

It’s a run in with Witch Boy that causes this to happen

Z!!!!!!

That’s the first person that he calls

Wally is really the one that takes you back to him since Dick wasn’t on this mission but you and Wally were leading it

You jumped in front of one of the newer recruits and that’s how that happened

Does this entire experience count as a souvenir?

Like maybe he just takes a feather that you drop or something and like SOUVENIR OF THAT ONE TIME THAT Y/N TURNED INTO A ROBIN

After the initial freak out mode, he just thinks that it’s kind of funny that it was a Robin

Z said that the spell was the wrong spell (thankfully) and you’d only turn into something that you loved for a little while

RObin yOU TuRNeD InTO A RoBIn

And that makes Dick a blushing mess

Once you finally do turn back, he teases you

Your most important question is did you eat anything gross

The answer was no but still

Trust issues

he does mention what the spell was and that lead to some blushing

Jason Todd:

This was the last thing that he had planned

The absolute last thing

On a mission that involved some weird magic stuff, you just happened to get turned into a Robin

What the literal hell is happening now

The first instinct is to see that it’s really you

Once you understand that you’re a Robin, you’re just like, oh, so this is happening now

And that’s just how it is, you fly up onto his shoulder and just run with it

Just sitting there like it’s no one’s business cause it isn’t

If anyone asks why there’s a Robin following, it’s just what’s happening now

He is concerned that you don’t turn into a human again

So he does make sure to ask and this time, it needs a counter spell

Z is the one to do this since Jason isn’t keen on trusting Constantine

Doesn’t take super long to do this since Z is already very powerful

We Stan a powerful helpful queen

So Jason goes to one of her shows and sneaks back stage still in the Red Hood uniform and explains what happens

Z just goes ahead, sets you on the floor, and does the transformation

It was really easy, not to painful, but it was weird to just be laying on the floor and not able to fly

You’ll only miss that part

Jason doesn’t miss any of it and still jokes about the fact that you were a Robin

“Babe at least you didn’t blow up in your time being Robin.”

JASON PETER TODD

Tim Drake:

So you turn into a Robin on a mission with the team

He was on this mission and watched the entire thing go down

The funny part was that you could still talk since the magic was somewhat incomplete

There’s just this small voice “WHAT THE HELL!”

And then Tim knows that it’s definitely you

Tim was going to take you to one of the magic users in the league

but since Diana was right there when you got back, you stormed up flew up to her and just mouthed off

“DIANA LOOK AT ME! THAT ASSHOLE CIRCE TURNED ME INTO A ROBIN! THERE’S NOTHING WRONG WITH ROBIN BUT I DON’T WANT TO BE ROBIN! WATCHA LOOKIN AT BATS! I’M NOT UP FOR ADOPTION!”

Tim just died laughing

Cause it really was funny that you were just a little tiny Robin and mouthing off at the most powerful heroes in the world

Recorded it 100%

When Diana takes you to Themyscira in order to get one of the Amazon’s to help, Tim obviously couldn’t come

So it’s about a three day long trip and during that period, Timmy is a mess

He needs to know what’s happening at all times to ensure that you’re alright

When you do finally get home, he tackles you into a hug and checks you up and down to make sure that there’s nothing still wrong

Very happy when he concludes that there’s nothing wrong anymore and you’re back to the regular Y/N

Damian Wayne:

His first instinct is to not let anyone touch you but him

He takes you everywhere and makes sure that you’re alright

You can’t talk but he’s helped birds before and has dated you for some time so he knows what no to do and what to do

That being said, he does want you back to normal ASAP

That means that he’ll call an emergency league meeting without Bruce’s approval

Although Bruce probably would have done the same thing since he really knows that Damian loves you and would make sure that you’re alright

That’s super important to him and the rest of the family since you are kind of family at this point

Damian insists that the magic users help turn you back very quickly

They call in Constantine since Z is off doing other things and he makes sure that he knows exactly what happens

Constantine has had some bad experiences with magic in the past and he wants to be sure that you’re not going to have anything really bad happen to you

Damian is the same way

Probably threatens John’s life if something goes wrong

Once you’re finally back, Damian also tackles you

Though Constantine has to hold him back at first since the shock of turning back and then having someone tackle you to the ground would be over whelming

But when he finally can, he does

Checks you over just like Tim and then doesn’t let you out of his sight for a week or so

It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, just not anyone else

He makes it a point that you’re too important to lose

Cuddles everywhere

Once he does step back and think about it though, he finds it kind of endearing that there are thousands of other things that you could’ve turned into but it was a Robin

It was sweet but didn’t need to last longer than it had to

Duke and Luke:

I’m putting these guys together since in my mind they’re pretty alike

Luke is the classical version of Duke and Duke is the Lofi/ alternative hip hop version of Luke

For these reasons they both have very similar reactions

And that would be to freak out

they take you to Bruce and get advice cause what is going on

They don’t have as much of a connection with the Robin deal since they weren’t ever technically Robin for Batman

Duke is a bit more of an arguable case but still

They do find it both suspicious and a bit comedic that it was a Robin out of anything else though

I have to say that they’re the most chill out of any of the Batfam when it comes to something like this since this kind of thing just happens a lot

Not turning into Robin, just weird outta pocket experiences

Like this is just another thing to add to the list of oh here we go again

Duke does think that you’re still really a pretty Robin

In the most non- weird way possible you’re just a pretty Robin

Luke doesn’t really pay attention to that and instead wants to get to the bottom of what happened so that it doesn’t happen again

They’re both really smart so they’ll figure it out but at different paces since one is more urgent than the other

Doesn’t mean that either care less though

Once you’re back they do make sure that extra diagnostics are run to make sure that nothing was effected and you’ll be okay long and short term

Once they’re satisfied it’ll all go back to being pretty normal

Sry this took so long, exams are running wild

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got7 reaction | red dress by magic!

warnings: some are suggestive and contain strong language.

"hey you with the red dress on"

im jaebum:

jaebum looked at his watch and let out a frustrated sigh. it had been almost 15 minutes since you said you were almost done. at this rate, you two would be certainly late to the event. as the leader of got7, he didn't want to be late because it was an important event for the group but you were not cooperating. he started pacing back and forth on the living room.

"y/n please, you are beautiful as you are! let's just go" he passed his hand on his hair "we're gonna be late!"

"i promise i'm finishing!" you yelled back making him groan and sit on the coach.

he took his phone out of his pocket ready to text the boys to let them know he was going to be late thanks to you but he stopped mid texting when he saw you walking out of the room.

"is this okay or is too much?" you asked.

he couldn't answer. he was too busy admiring you. the red dress you chose hugged your body perfectly and it even had a slip. you looked so gorgeous that he couldn't even think right.

"jaebum?" you called "i'm going to assume it's okay because we don't have time for me to change, let's go?"

"you look gorgeous, babe" he finally manage to say.

"aw. thank you" you walked up to him and kissed his cheek "are you ready to go?"

"i am, yes" he got up from the couch "you know, we don't really have to take long there, we can just make an appearance and come back home"

"i thought you were excited to spend the night with the boys? it's been a while since you saw them"

"well, that was before you put on this dress" he said making you laugh.

"okay, we can come back earlier"

he smirked as he took your hand leading you to the door.

mark tuan:

you were talking with mark's mom. it was the wedding of one of his cousins and you two had been invited. however, as soon as you two stepped on the venue, his mom stole you from him. all he was able to do was watch you from distance as his mother introduce you to everyone and talked to you.

you didn't mind a bit. you loved mark's mom. and usually, mark didn't as well. the thing was the red dress you had chosen to wear. it was driving him crazy. once you stepped out of the room asking if it was okay to wear it, he wondered if it would be okay to skip his cousin's wedding. you were the one who said you two had to go because he was seriously considering the idea of staying in the house and take off that dress from you.

you were feeling mark's eyes following you everywhere you went with his mother. you tried to ignore it but it was so obvious that even his mother noticed.

"mark must be jealous i stole you" she said smiling.

"he'll survive" you smiled back.

"he loves you very much i can tell" she held your hand.

"i love him very much too" you squeezed her hand.

"now, go back to him before he opens a hole on you from staring that much"

you let out a laugh as she squeezed your hand before leaving to talk with other people. before you could scan through the party to find mark, he appeared by your side.

"let's go" he said grabbing your hand.

"to where?" you looked at him confused.

"you're driving me insane with this dress!" he exclaimed as he lead you through the people "i need to kiss you properly, we'll be right back"

jackson wang:

the party had been going on for a while but jackson didn't seem to leave your side. it was a celebration for the new team wang release, and you were sure he had some people to meet and talk instead of following you everywhere you went.

once he finished talking with one investor who approached him, you turned to him, crossed your arms and raised a brow. it was time to discover what the hell he was doing because this wasn't like him at all.

"what?" he asked.

"what do you think you are doing?" you asked "jackson, you've been following me everywhere"

"ah" he licked his lip.

"did something happen? you're not like this"

"that's your fault, actually" he shrugged.

"what do you mean it's my fault?" you frowned.

"your dress it's hypnotizing me" he smirked.

"be serious, jackson" you slapped his hand lightly.

"i'm serious, babe" he passed his arm around your waist "while we are on this topic, why don't we ditch and go home? i wanna-"

"we're not going home, jackson" you interrupted him.

"why not?" he pouted.

"this is your party, mr.boss!" you chuckled "you cannot go home, you're the star"

"then, could we go to the toilet real quick? i need to kiss you properly" he kissed your cheek.

you rolled your eyes smiling "no, we cannot" you pushed him away "you'll have to wait until we get home, now go do what you do best and socialize"

"but y/n!"

"see you later, babe!" you said leaving him behind as you walked towards the table of some people you knew.

park jinyoung:

the night had been long. you and jinyoung had attended an event to promote his new drama, but it had taken more time than expected. once you were allowed to leave, jinyoung grabbed your hand and guided you straight for the car.

during the ride, jinyoung didn't say a word. he was so concentrated and driving faster than normal. you found it weird but didn't question, maybe he was tired. you just kept rubbing his hand that was placed on your thigh.

once you arrived at home, you started taking off your shoes. they were killing your feet. you entered the house going straight for the kitchen, not bothering to take off your red dress.

"i'm hungry" you stated "do you want anything, baby?"

jinyoung didn't answer, which made you look back only to see he was still standing at the door.

"baby? are you okay?" you frowned.

"you drive me crazy" he rolled his eyes approaching you.

you chuckled "that's not news, but what did i do this time?"

he passed his hands around your waist "you put on this dress and have the audacity to look beautiful and sexy the entire night when i can't touch you the way i want"

it was your turn to roll your eyes "don't be dramatic, you've already seen this dress before"

"i know" he pulled you closer "and everytime i still get breathless"

acknowledging his intentions, you passed your arms around his neck "i won't be able to eat, right?"

he smirked "i promise what i'm about to do is going to be worth it"

"okay, i accept" you say as you put your lips on his.

choi youngjae:

the dinner had only began but youngjae was already impatient to finish it. his parents had invited you two to dinner and of course you couldn't say no, besides you loved youngjae's parents. they were like your own parents since your actual parents were across the globe.

usually, youngjae loved to see you interact with his parents. it made him proud that his partner and his parents got along so well, but today he was feeling a lit bit bothered. it was because of the red dress you were wearing. as soon as you stepped in the restaurant and waved at them, he stopped functioning properly. the dress didn't have any thing out of normal, but he felt different seeing you in it.

you were taking your time with your plate talking with his parents, you had noticed youngjae was quieter than normal but still hadn't the opportunity to ask what was bothering him. when the new plate his parents ordered arrived and they became busy with it, you found a opportunity.

"what's up with you, love?" you asked in a low tone "what's bothering you?"

he approached you and whispered "you are the problem"

you looked at him offended "excuse me?"

he panicked a little "i didn't mean like that, love!" he whisper-yelled "i just mean you look so beautiful, it's making difficult for me"

you rolled your eyes "please behave, your parents are here"

"i know" he sighed and before he could say anything else his dad started asking you about your job.

youngjae knew he had to be patient but everything became even harder when you rested your hand on his thigh. he looked at you with wide eyes but you just shrugged and smirked as you continued talking with his parents.

bambam:

you and bambam weren't serious. at least that's what you thought, and even though you were not completely fine with that, it was better than not having him in your life at all.

you two had arranged to meet at a club. you had put a nice outfit and shoes but when you arrived at the club, bambam was nowhere to be seen. you sent messages but he didn't check. twenty minutes later, you were debating whether to go home or stay and try to have fun. since you had spent quite a while getting ready, you decided to not let go to waste and decided to have fun.

you were dancing loosely at the dance floor trying not to think about bambam when a man approached you, you didn't recognize him first but soon discover him to be a classmate of yours. he asked if you wanted to stay with him and his friends, and since you were alone, you thought why not.

you were having fun and had almost forgot you were supposed to meet bambam when he appeared at your front. he was talking but you couldn't understand anything, you didn't know if it was the loud music or the drinks you had. you let your classmate know you were going to step aside with bambam, and then guided him outside the club.

"what were you doing, y/n?" he asked rather calmly when you were outside.

"i was having fun" you shrugged "i thought you weren't coming"

"i had a problem and lost my phone" he scratched his head "i'm sorry i let you thought i bailed on you"

you just shrugged and didn't say anything else.

"damn i had a whole speech prepared but then i saw you in this dress and everything went blank" he shocked his head "i was jealous when i saw you with those guys but this dress is even making me forget how to breathe"

"what are you even saying?" you chuckled.

"i was going to ask you to be mine today" he replied "i had a whole speech planned, but then i saw you with them and then i noticed your dress and now my thoughts are a mess"

you laughed "just ask, dumbass!"

"please, be mine?"

"yes" you answered as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

kim yugyeom:

yugyeom was getting worried. you two had set up a date on a nice restaurant to celebrate your one year anniversary but you were running late. very late. he tried to call you but it went straight to voice mail. he was about to leave to look for you when he saw you running inside looking for him. once you found him a smiled appeared on your face and all the worried he had disappeared.

"i'm so so so sorry, gyeom!" you said as you were taking off your coat "my battery was gone and i couldn't let you know i was stuck in traffic!"

however, yugyeom was not paying attention to any words you were saying. once you took off your coat and revealed your red dress, he was a goner. he had never seen you with that dress before and it was doing things to him. you looked so gorgeous, so so gorgeous. he couldn't believe you were real.

"yugyeom?" you called snapping him out of his thoughts "are you okay? i've been talking for a while"

"y/n...uh.. you look beautiful" he managed to say and you laughed.

"does this mean i'm forgiven?" you asked smiling and started to look through the menu.

"y/n" he called.

"yes?" you looked at him.

"i don't think i'll manage to behave through this dinner" he said.

"what do you mean?" you frowned suddenly worried.

"your dress is doing things to me" he whispered.

you started laughing really hard. yugyeom looked so flushed that it was cute.

"i'm serious, y/n" he said "let's just go to your place or mine, please"

"when i put this dress i couldn't imagine this turn out, but i kinda like it"

you two left the restaurant without eating but it was worth it when you got home.

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