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astonmartinii · 3 months

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passion for fashion | max verstappen social media au

pairing: max verstappen x fem it girl!reader

she's everything and he's just ken (in a red bull shirt)

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vogue

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vogue: it's the start of the f1 season, you know what that means... y/n y/ln fashion season is in session

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user1: @yourusername make sure you're windows are bolted shut tongiht... you're on my rob list

user2: and mine PLEASE SPARE ME SOME OF YOUR CLOTHES

user3: her and lewis hamilton are the only real ones in that paddock

user4: the way they're still besties despite what went down in 2021 >>>

lewishamilton: me and y/n 🤝 making the paddock our runway

yourusername: someone has to make it interesting around here

lewishamilton: see @maxverstappen1 even y/n is bored of you winning everything...

maxverstappen1: womp womp

lewishamilton: womp womp ???? have some decorum

maxverstappen1: jokes on you i don't know what that means

user5: i wish i looked that good candidly

user6: at what point do we stage an intervention for max's wardrobe

user7: babe if the girlfriend effect still hasn't hit then it's terminal

user8: especially when your girlfriend is Y/N Y/LN

maxverstappen1: i'd do anything for her <3

yourusername: even wear something other than red bull merch?

maxverstappen1: let's not get too far ahead of ourselves

user9: i love them your honour

yourusername

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yourusername: max verstappen wins, water is wet

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user11: water is wet and i will be drowning myself in it tonight

user12: me after hearing the dutch national anthem one too many times

landonorris: tell him he has too many already and he should let his best friend have a go

yourusername: he said that's not possible because i don't know how to drive an f1 car

landonorris: nuh uh you can't be his best friend and his girlfriend that's not fair

maxverstappen1: welp, idk what to tell you buddy

landonorris: i feel BETRAYED

yourusername: i'm sorry i'm just that loveable lando... i see how it is

landonorris: HOW HAVE I BECOME THE VILLAIN?

user13: max terrorises them on the grid and in the paddock they maximise their joint slay to terrorise everyone in a two mile radius

user14: they slay so much i can't even be angry at it

danielricciardo: so that's why i was kicked out of the elevator

yourusername: you weren't kicked out it was your floor?

danielricciardo: why did i not make the post? I THOUGHT I MEANT MORE TO YOU

maxverstappen1: just because we both had teenage crushes on you doesn't make you special. you'd have to fight seb and jenson for real special treatment

yourusername: throw fernando and kimi in there as well.

danielricciardo: i was confident in my fighting chances, but i'll leave nando and kimi to it

maxverstappen1: pussy

danielricciardo: EXCUSE ME

yourusername: idk how we got here but don't talk to my boyf that way daniel 😔

danielricciardo: i'm blocking both of you

user15: i am so baffled

user16: IT couple for real

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: clocked in for my shift as the trophy husband to the prettiest girl in the world

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user17: max verstappen why is there a whisper meme in your photo dump

user18: his ass acting like he wasn't at one of the most prestigious galas in the world

charles_leclerc: YOU got an invite and that's the best you could do

maxverstappen1: you better take that back right now y/n dressed me tonight and i look SEXY and COOL

yourusername: charles :( he looks very handsome

charles_leclerc: my bad y/n i wasn't aware that was your pick

yourusername: SAY HE'S HANDSOME CHARLES

charles_leclerc: ??? no

yourusername: wow. you really aren't a girls girl charles. i am disappointed

maxverstappen1: does our history mean nothing charles? i have no issue recreating the inchident at the next race

charles_leclerc: FINE. you look very handsome max

yourusername: more passion please

charles_leclerc: you look very handsome max!

yourusername: more! give the lestappen girlies some crumbs to feed on

charles_leclerc: YOU LOOK VERY HANDSOME

maxverstappen1: thank you 😊

user19: ignoring what ever the fuck that was ... MAX IN A SUIT WHAT THE FUCK MAX IN A SUIT

user20: y/n y/ln the woman you are

user21: so how can we implement this willingness to wear a suit into his paddock fashion

lewishamilton: you might have to waterboard him

charles_leclerc: i volunteer as tribute !

yourusername: 🤨

maxverstappen1: 🤨

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f1paddockfashion: max verstappen in non-red bull attire? MAX VERSTAPPEN IN NON-RED BULL ATTIRE? also y/n slaying as per.

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user24: this is - i don't know how to feel

user25: maybe the real max verstappen in non red-bull attire was the friends we made along the way

user26: i am CELEBRATING but ladies do remember it's still alpha tauri 😭😭😭

user27: please let us have this while we can

user28: it's not plastered with sponsors so we'll take it

user29: idk about you guys but i think this means y/n should be knighted for her services

user30: i actually think prying the red bull merch out of max's hands might be the hardest thing in the world

user31: call me crazy but those jeans look kinda baggy 😳

user32: omg they definitely are

user33: death to the skinny jeans? fuck it first child named after y/n

user34: can we maybe get y/n in charge of max's merch cause the shit he sells should be considered criminal

user35: for real we need babe in the board room asap

user36: fuck it get her in the red bull board room as well

user37: go all the way and get her with the f1 execs

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yourusername: i love him even if all he wears is red bull

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user39: so ... who made the inchident shirt?

charles_leclerc: and how do i get one?

maxverstappen1: i got it made and considering you DON'T think i'm handsome you can go fuck yourself :)

charles_leclerc: GASP. that is my face you have to make me one

maxverstappen1: boooooo no i don't

charles_leclerc: can i copyright my face? i'm sending you a cease and desist

maxverstappen1: fine. but you will never look as hot as y/n in it

charles_leclerc: so you can call me ugly? @yourusername ???

yourusername: it was a compliment to me so soz

user40: the way she's fashion's IT girl and she still loves him even though his whole wardrobe should be burned

user41: real love

maxverstappen1: i love you. i wear my red bull merch to give you the runway

yourusername: sureeeee ... i love you too xx

maxverstappen1: let me live 😭😭😭

yourusername: the girls are dragging your name babe i need them to know HOW SEXY YOU ARE

maxverstappen1: i don't care how sexy they find me, as long as you love me that's all i need

yourusername: you're SO FUCKING CUTE I LOVE YOU

maxverstappen1: I LOVE YOU TOO

user42: can they chill? some people on here are lonely

maxverstappen1

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maxverstappen1: my closet looks like this, so her's can look like this :)

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user43: max verstappen i misunderstood you. i was unfamiliar with your game.

user44: he's the standard now i fear

user45: a man who wears the same three outfits so you can have the whole walk-in for your collection >>

yourusername: thank you babe. you are god's strongest soldier

maxverstappen1: i AM. that room is scary. there's too much that i don't understand. so many shoes, so many straps i can't navigate it

yourusername: that's okay baby. there's your red bull draw and that's all you need

maxverstappen1: no the people don't understand. i went in there once and i swear i ended up in narnia

yourusername: you passed out with the AC on the highest level and jimmy and sassy sat on you. you were not in narnia

maxverstappen1: oh. well...

user46: this is the closet y/n deserves the rest of that house is defo a mojo dojo casa house

user47: fighting all the trophies, helmets and framed race suits with her narnia closet

lilymunhe: may i request a trip to the narnia closet x

yourusername: omg yes! come over next time you and alex are in monaco - the boys can entertain themselves

alexalbon: what if i want a closet tour as well?

maxverstappen1: don't do it alex you'll never find your way back out

alexalbon: (i was going to strategically leave a pair of albon athletics shoes in there)

yourusername: alex i already own a pair i bought them release day!

alexalbon: OMG ... one instagram pic so my sales can go platinum?

maxverstappen1: don't try and pimp my gf out

alexalbon: ???

yourusername: max 😭 and sure alex!

fin.

note: thank you for reading soz for the long waits between posts a girl has been BUSY but i hope you've all enjoyed! happy galentines day or palentines day to all that celebrate and thanks for 4.7k!! xx

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nyxvamps · 9 months

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CHB has yearly dances. One for the entire camp and then one for campers 16+. they're usually on the same night so that the younger campers don't feel left out and the older campers can have fun without having to dance to kids bop all night.

The weeks leading up, the head counselors will take their cabin on a trip into new york to hit up thrift stores and second hand shops to find dresses, suits, costumes, accessories, whatever they want to wear.

Campers go all out. It's like a little met gala. The entire space surrounding the dining pavilion is decked out in lights and streamers and decorations and someone even managed to find a beat up orange carpet that everyone agreed to call a red carpet for the chance to have everyone walk in, in singles, pairs, or groups to pose and get their pictures taken.

The first dance goes until 10pm then everyone under 16 has to start packing up and heading to their cabins where adult campers have volunteered to babysit for the night while every 16+ stays until the sun starts to come up.

It's always during the summer so that as many campers as possible can attend.

There's karaoke, dance battles, a photo booth, all the cliches of a highschool dance that many of the kids (and now adults) never really got to experience. There's even camp royalty, but instead of just king and queen it's an entire court. One year, everyone voted Clarisse as king and Percy as queen just to make them dance together. it was pure coincidence that their outfits matched.

And you may be wondering "why are 16 year olds partying with 20+ year olds?" because this camp is a safe place and no shady business will be going down. Everyone is partying in their star shaped sunglasses and feather boa's, jamming to ABBA and Meg Thee Stallion. All cups are spelled so that if you are under the age limit or about to get to drunk and try to put alcohol in your glass, it immediately turns into juice. So there are no underage drinkers and no one getting messy drunk. Everyone's to busy dancing till they can't feel their feet to even think about doing anything scandalous.

#pjo #pjo headcanon #pjo headcanons #pjo au #percy jackson #clarisse la rue #percy and clarisse friendship #pjo chb

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allandoflimbo · 9 months

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Never Again | (2)

Pairing// Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Type of story// Multi-Chapter

Bucky and Y/N hate each other. A lot. This isn’t your average enemies to lovers story. This is an enemies and lovers story. It will be dark. There will be sex.

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Venice, Italy

Bucky looked at himself in the mirror as he put his earpiece in and then tightened his black tie around his neck.

He can’t remember the last time he wore a suit.

It was all black, minus his dress shirt which was white. His hair was starting to grow again, but it was still a bit short.

He had cut it shortly after Asa’s death.

His jaw clenched and unclenched as his thoughts continued to trace back to her.

He was in Venice for the gala where he’d meet the person who knew who had this real necklace. The person who killed Asa was expected to be here, too. Just the thought of being in the same city as them sent him off edge.

His eyes linger for a bit on his ring and then back up to his own eyes in his reflection.

He can see sam walking behind him into the other room in their suite. He’s also dressed, even though his rendez-vou will mostly take place outside the venue.

For a second, Bucky’s gaze falters.

Despite Bucky’s natural need for revenge, he understood Sam’s hesitancy for him to participate in his mission and so up close. A part of Bucky almost backed out when it became closer to today’s date.

He was even going to make a call, when someone reached out to him first instead.

Shuri, and then Fury.

Due to lack of resources from the Blip, Bucky was their best bet for this when it came to taking Hayden hostage and in their custody until the necklace was found.

Then, she’s to be arrested and taken straight to Wakanda.

Because of this, and because there was no more compound or tower, she would need to stay under watch until then.

Someone who had the power to hold her, and had a place with high security measures.

Bucky knew where they were going with this and he had refused profusely.

He was not going to keep his wife’s murderer in his house with him until the necklace was found.

It was out of the question.

But, then they had to play the the-world-is-at-stake game.

“We know this is hard but you are our only hope.”

And his least favorite: “Asa didn’t risk her life for nothing. She knew what that necklace in the wrong hands could do.”

They had convinced him to accept. Within days, his apartment was already prepped.

He had to hide his weapons for his own sake.

If he knew his gun was in an easy access area, he wouldn’t hesitate a second to kill Hayden. And that’s not what he would’ve wanted for the sake of Wakanda and this necklace.

He hates it, but it’s not what Asa would have wanted either.

He hates everything about this.

“You ready, man?” Sam asks quietly, walking over to his side table next to one of the queen beds for his ear piece.

Bucky lifts his suit jacket to where his gun is and makes sure it’s secure.

“Yeah. Our boat is outside? Can you bring me my glove?” Bucky asks him.

Sam walks over to him, handing over his glove for his vibranium hand.

“Yeah, they’re out there waiting for us.” Sam says.

Bucky nods and runs both his hands over his jacket.

He could do this.

He could not kill the one person he wants to the most.

Right?

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“Captain. Sergeant Barnes.” One of the officials, a woman with long dark hair, greats Bucky and Sam as they step onto their canal boat. Bucky takes a seat and a deep breath.

“I’m agent Harlow with the FBI. I’ll be briefing you both on what to expect and who when you arrive,” her hologram iPad depicts photos of two men, one is blonde and the other has darker hair, “This is Alexei Roma and Giovanni Bianca. Alexei is our billionaire philanthropist. He is trying to get possession of the necklace for no reason other than adding another piece to his collection. He is innocent and doesn’t even know what the necklace is capable of. He’s the one hosting tonights gala where he and other billionaires and making ludicrous buys. Most of them black market,” she switches the photo over to the man with darker hair, “Giovanni. He’s Alexei’s biggest competition. His offer matches Alexei’s. Difference? Giovanni knows who the seller is. We assume they are there tonight.”

Sam frowns.

“This necklace seems so special, like it holds some kind of power. It makes me wonder why the seller is trying to get rid of it in the first place.” He says.

“Good point. Another thing for you both to find out,” the woman takes in a deep breath and switches the hologram photo to a photo of a file. She hesitantly looks up at Bucky, “After you’ve gotten information on where this seller may be, you need to find Hayden. We don’t have anything to help us identify who they are aside from their name and a scar on their arm. We do have height and weight identifications which should help a bit, and they are these,” she shows Sam and Bucky the numbers, “you’re looking for a needle in a haystack. Odds are, Barnes, since they are Hydra affiliated they will recognize you before you recognize them. Remember that,” Bucky doesn’t say anything but he enjoys the weight of his licensed P226 Legion handgun on his body, “Hayden is important because they know why that necklace is powerful. What it does. What it can do. We need to find that out. We need to also find out why they were running after it. Hayden is to be detained, unharmed, under Wakandan order, to not avoid additional conflict or attention to the seller or more buyers. Once we have possession of it, Hayden will be taken to Wakanda for further prosecutions decided by them.”

Bucky has to hold in his scoff at the end but he gives a short and barely noticeable nod anyway.

The gala is illuminated by blue and purple lights.

The music plays sensually as people stand around talking, drinking their choice of liquor, or making connections.

Bucky could feel the fire in his veins as he thanked the bartender for his scotch. It burned down his throat as he tossed it back.

He could feel it in his stomach as it settled there, hot and strong.

He missed being able to get drunk. Not that this, tonight, was a good time for it. But the last couple of days were ideal. The amount of drinks it’d take him to finally feel the start of it’s affects would take at least ten glasses of whiskey.

He longed for it.

He hadn’t feel numb like that in so long.

Anything to feel something other than that ache and emptiness in his life.

Bucky leaned over on the bar table as he discreetly tried to find Giovanni or Alexei.

It bothered Bucky that he didn’t know what Hayden looked like.

Every man that would look at him, even the bartender, made Bucky want to stand guard.

He hated this.

Bucky asks the bartender for another drink, wanting to feel more of the taste of the amber on his tongue.

“I’m Kassie.” A gentle and feminine voice came from Bucky’s side.

He turned around and saw a brunette, tall, and tanned skin. She was absolutely stunning. Her straight hair ran down her back, following the tight curvature of her dress, and her hazel eyes were piercing.

No scar.

She gave him another smile after asking for a drink.

“I come to Vanni’s galas quite often. Most faces are regulars. Haven’t seen yours, though.” It’s then he notices her accent.

British.

“First timer.” Bucky says.

“Something of interest caught your eye yet? The auction items are more prestigious than usual this year.”

“il tuo drink, signore.” The man hands Bucky his drink and Bucky thanks him.

“Not yet, but we’ll see.” He says.

The woman smiles again and nods.

“Vianni’s work — all of it is marvelous,” she takes a sip of her own drink, “some of the sellers this year are quite great as well.”

Bucky raises a brow at this.

“Do you know if there is a special area for sellers?”

She tilts her head at him.

“You’ve got quite the paper on you,” she whispers. She moves in closer to him and answers quietly, “They meet up there.” Bucky follows her perfectly manicured finger.

There’s a lounge on the top floor. Secluded from the rest of the room. Bucky can immediately make out the two guards at the entrance.

“Good to know, thank you, miss.”

“Kassie.” She correct him.

Bucky doesn’t miss her doe eyes and her sweet tone. He slyly moves his left hand behind his head in a way where his left ring finger falls in direct line with her sight.

Her demeanor changes majorly, but her kind eyes and smile still remain. She takes a small step back.

“It was nice meeting you.” She says shortly before taking her drink and walking away.

Bucky sighs as soon as she’s gone and runs a hand down his face.

He drinks his glasses until the end and then walks away, tightening his tie around his neck as he made his way to the stairs that led up to the other floors of the building.

“Not sure if you got that, Sam.” Bucky talks, walking smoothly past the other people.

“We did. You going up there now?” Sam asks.

“Halfway there.” Bucky says with finality.

Bucky is about to take the second flight of stairs when her hears commotion coming from across the floor. He looks up towards the VIP area where he was headed to, but that was also behind him, and frowns. There was a fight.

Bucky’s thankful that on the second floor he was on there was no one there.

“Dammit, might have to hold off for a few minutes or so.”

“What happened?”

“Some kind of argument. We can wait a little more. At least now we know where they will be.”

Bucky turns around back towards the main floor where the guests are. He takes in a deep breath and continues his walk back down to the floor.

“We’ve got someone on the other building across, up on the roof, and they’ve narrowed down on Alexei and Giovanni in that vip area. We’ll let you know when the coast is clear.”

It’s all just soft noise to Bucky now. Three fifths of this mission was complete. Now he just needed to wait.

“Might as well get another drink.” Sam says playfully in his ear.

“Don’t tempt me.” Bucky says humorlessly, “I just might.”

At least it’d give him something to do with his hands.

Buckywas starting to feel a little awkward as he just walked around in the middle of the crowd with nothing to really do and no one to talk to.

At least the music pulled him away from reality for a bit.

He was so lost in his own thoughts about how he’d approach Alexei that he didn’t see the person he accidentally just hit walking by.

His shoulder hit the person’s hard, and when he spun around to see who it was, his breath caught only momentarily.

Wow.

Your hair also cascaded down your back, and your heels elongated your legs perfectly.

You had been anxious to head up to where you knew the guy you were looking for would be, that when you accidentally ran into someone and you spun around and realized you were looking at no other than Bucky Barnes, you were genuinely and thoroughly caught off guard.

You were standing there gaping like a fish. For the first time not knowing what to say right away. That’s when you realized he had no idea who you were. He never saw your face.

Then you wondered why he was here. Did he know about the necklace? Were his Avengers friend here?

Shit.

Your mission was compromised.

“I’m sorry about that.” His voice.

That stupid, deep voice.

You used his lack of knowledge with you as a disadvantaged and you gave him a small smile.

You needed to run and tell Ivan right away. There was no way you were getting out of there without them catching on to what you were doing.

The manpower was unfair.

“That’s alright.” You say quietly, before spinning around, letting the only thing behind you a man who for some reason was still looking at you and the train of your black dress.

Your super expensive black dress.

Bucky couldn’t stop the soft blushing he felt creeping up his neck or the flutter her felt at your voice.

Once you’re out of sight he quickly shakes his head.

Not only were you pretty, that wasn’t what it was, but your eyes...

He turns once more to look back at you again and this time you’re halfway down the long hallway that led to the exit out of the building.

His eyes narrowed down at you like a hawk. As if you could feel his gaze on you, you turned around and your eyes met.

That was when everything changed.

Your left hand quickly went up to your ear piece.

“Ivan. We have a problem. Mission abort, meeting you at Rezou.”

You turned once again to meet Bucky’s eyes, like a moth to a flame, and that’s when his blue eyes traveled from your face to your left arm.

Bucky’s stomach fell hard. His blood also ran cold in his veins and all he could see was red.

And you definitely knew who he was alright, because the second he made the connection to who you were, your face also changed and you picked up your pace.

Bucky could feel his heart in his head.

“Sam, I got her.” Bucky says quickly, a hardness in his voice that he himself hadn’t heard in years.

“Who?” Sam’s confusion was palpable.

Bucky couldn’t even tell is he was running but he felt like he was at this point. He had to be.

“Hayden,” Bucky’s voice was unsteady, “Hayden’s a girl. I’m after her right now.”

“Buck-“

“I’m following her out the venue. I’ll need you, Sam. Stay on.”

Shit, he was already losing you.

You could feel the blood in your head and ears as you ran as fast as you possibly could outside in the Venice streets.

The winter soldier was after you. You hated him, but you knew how strong and much faster than you he was, but you would put up a fight.

“He’s here. The Winter Soldier is here.” You spat into your ear piece.

“What?”

You turned it off. You didn’t know what the Avengers could hack into and you didn’t want them over hearing anything.

The streets of Italy were already asleep, and your heels cladding loudly with stones as you ran as fast as you could.

You knew he was on your tail.

You could practically feel him right behind you.

You whipped your head back to see you were in fact correct.

You were screwed. You knew you were because this was a super soldier and he was a goddamn sniper. If he hadn’t caught you yet, it was by choice.

You wondered if he was tiring you out on purpose.

His face was angry as he spoke to someone.

You were right. They were all here.

You decided your best bet would be to create obstacles since your speed wasn’t what would win here.

You made a sharp right around a buggy and ran over the bridge over one of the canals.

“Fuck.” You grunted out as you felt your diaphragm already begin to spasm.

You only had one place you could go. Thankfully, it wasn’t that far.

You weren’t sure what you’d do when you get there.

You made another sharp left and then ran down a dark alley, illuminated by the orange lights of some of the homes, and ran towards the end, making a right.

Just like that, everything became more quiet. You stopped behind the wall and took a few deep breaths.

He could be right behind you, maybe did lose you, or was playing you. Whichever one it was, you had to take your chances. You turned your head towards the right and continued the way you were going, but much slower this time.

While you do so, you check your thigh to make sure your gun was still there where you put it.

It’s there.

You turn down another alley towards your left and then stop just next to a door. You look once more towards the direction you came from, relieved to see no one there.

Opening the door, you make your way inside the building.

You’re thankful you discovered this back entrance to your hotel earlier.

Hand tight on the handrail and the other grabbing the bottom of your dress, you start making your way up to your floor where your room is.

Room 302 of the Hotel Danieli.

One of your favorites.

With a deep breath you make your way over to the table next to the window and quickly remove your ear piece. You also unbuckle your gun from around your thigh and then run your hand through your hair.

You had not expected this.

You did not expect to see him.

You also weren’t an idiot. You knew you didn’t out run him. He was still out there waiting for you. You didn’t know what game he was playing at or how he even knew who you were, but you were willing to put up a fight. Your eyes quickly flicker away from the window as a soft gust blows your curtain just slightly.

Your eyes go to the roof across the street.

He was a sniper.

You quickly move out of direct sight of the window, bringing your gun with you, and rest up against your wall next to it.

You turn the safety off.

Wait.

Your eyes dart down once more to the open window.

The soft click of another gun’s safety being turned off is the only confirmation you need.

You can’t help the laugh, in the form of a scoff, that leaves your lips. Your hair fans over the left side of your face as you turn to look directly into the black void of the rest of your suite.

With footsteps that are barely noticeable, and as the lights illuminates his face, Bucky steps foot into your hotel bedroom.

His eyes are dark, his tie is gone, he shockingly broke a sweat, some of his hair was falling over his forehead, his mouth is in a tight line, and he’s got his gorgeous - oh hell you had always wanted one - Legion gun pointed directly at your head with both hands.

Hilarious; he still kept his vibranium hand hidden.

You just stared at him as he continued looking at you, saying nothing and doing nothing. It almost intrigued you. He looked furious, his top lip almost trembled, yet he was as still as a rock.

You let out a short laugh as you lifted your own two arms to point your own gun back at him.

“Put it down. Now!” He screamed the last word at you and you felt insulted.

You let out a little smile.

“I don’t think you’re really talking to me that way, now are you, Bucky?” Something about you knowing his real name irks him deeply and it does something to him he wasn’t prepared for. It makes him feel more human than assassin and it reminds him of what you took from him, “I’m not scared of you. I only ran because I don’t want you in my goddamn way.” You fire your bullet into the lamp right behind him at your last word.

Either of you barely flinch at it.

“I don’t give a shit. Stand down. Now.” He says again.

You squint an eye at him and that’s when Bucky has had enough. The speed he goes for you physically hurts you, and he aims his gun directly at yours, causing yours to fall apart in your hand and fly across the room; its sudden power making your hand burn.

With a growl, you unexpectedly grab him arm and twist his around so he’s the one with his back against the wall.

He was more powerful than you, but you were still somewhat skillful and did have some more than normal human strength. Catching him off guard was just enough.

Bucky’s breathing was hard as he pulled you around until he was back in an advantage point.

You smirk just after your head hits the wall hard.

“That was fun,” you knew what he was about to do. You saw it before you knew. He was too distracted in what was going on in his head that he did a piss job in hiding it. You quickly reach your right hand around until the cuff he had in his hand is closed and locked around nothing, “but frankly I’m bored, soldat.” Bucky could only glare back at you as you stepped your impressive black high heel into his shoe and moved your body closer to his, “It was nice seeing you again.”

Bucky didn’t bother to react at his blood boiling or to attempt to run after you again.

He had already made contact with everyone else and they were prepared for you.

If anything, it had all gone to plan.

What he didn’t expect was for you to be you.

Your perfume lingers in the beautiful hotel room and he’s out of breath as he watches you jump out your window, aiming for the waters below.

Idiotic.

Bucky closes his eyes tightly together and runs a hand through his hair.

He expects the voice in his ear, but he still hates it just the same; and it hits different. It’s a confirmation of what the next few weeks will be.

“I got her.” Sam.

“We should be landing in New York soon. We’ll have someone drive you to your home in the city. You said her room was ready?” Sam asks Bucky, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Bucky can’t find it in himself to vocally respond yet.

He also can’t wrap his head around the fact that this girl in front of him killed his wife just a few days ago.

This hydra agent.

This criminal, who he’d have to literally protect and keep in custody in his own home for god knows how long.

His eyes linger over the bruises on your legs and he doesn’t feel an ounce of sympathy for you.

You’re passed out and cuffed to the bed underneath you. You hit the water pretty hard. It was evident how desperate you were to get away from him.

He wants to kill you, and maybe he will once they have the necklace.

Bucky can only nod in response to Sam’s question.

“Five minutes to landing.” Sam says.

“It’s on autopilot?” Bucky asks, walking out of the plane’s medical area, closing the door behind them.

“Yes. Did you want to land us the rest of the way?” Sam asks.

“Yeah,” Bucky says softly, finally allowing his heart to feel again, “it’s been a while since I’ve flown.”

@03stepedwa @migueloharaslxt @unaxv

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #sebastian stan #marvel #marvel fanfic #bucky x you

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heartilywrites · 8 days

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Lolita anon here !!

yes that is the style I was talking about !!!

♡ — Pretty dresses ; A. Sato

content warning: asami x fem!reader ; reader uses lolita style dresses ; fluff ; headcanons ; no use of y/n ; established relationship ;

wc: 0.6k

a/n: this one is a bit shorter since they're only hcs, i hope i met your expectations!!! i even fell in love with some of the dresses while looking for reference, they're so cute

Say you'll remember me standing in a nice dress staring at the sunset.

♡ ; In your relationship, it was Asami who set eyes first your way.

♡ ; One day, she was walking around the city looking for something to eat before returning to her company and continue her work when your silhouette got her eyes.

♡ ; You had on one of the prettiest outfits she had ever seen; a puffy blue skirt at the length of your ankle and a creamy colored blouse with long sleeves, lace and blue fabric at the wrist area. Over your head you had a cute straw hat.

♡ ; She did, in fact, stared for way too long because she saw you pay your food and leave acting like you didn't noticed her. That was the day Asami started to believe in love at frist sight.

♡ ; It wasn't that hard for you to fall for her either, she would've compliment every single outfit you dressed with, making you blush and the action would get prominent when she gave you a spin with her own hand so she could appreciate how the skirt flow better.

♡ ; Sato was amazed with every new outfit she saw on you, you had a big variety of dresses so you almost didn't repeat outfit on the same week.

♡ ; Her favorite one had a black skirt to your knees length and a dark red blouse, the skirt made the illusion as if it was a jumper since it had suspenders attached to it.

♡ ; She says it combines with her own clothes, that would make you blush.

♡ ; There was a clear difference in everyday clothes between Asami and you since she almost everyday used her company's uniform.

♡ ; But when there was an important event or a gala, she would match your elegance with her own dresses, making you both look like a couple out of fairytales.

♡ ; She was so sure that if it wasn’t because she needed to be in comfortable clothes to work on her inventions she would be dressed up every single day to make everyone jealous about your relationship.

♡ ; She would pressume you with everyone.

♡ ;‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You see the girl with the pretty dress? That's my girlfriend.” she says pointing at you and then back at her with such pride.

♡ ; Asami wasn't a possessive person, but when she catches someone looking your way and read in their face how they want to make a move on you she would walk to you and make you spin over your feet before hugging your waist with one hand and leaving a sweet kiss on your lips. If you had a hat that day, her free hand would go up to hold it and make sure it stood in place.

♡ ; She would one hundred percent go with you to shopping more dresses if you wanted.

♡ ; Sato sits outside the dressing room waiting for you to show the dresses, she always says they all look good on you and how you should take all of them home.

♡ ; If there was a dress you couldn’t afford by yourself and you showed how much you liked it she would buy it for you when she goes back to the store alone and leave it in a big box on the bed after she leaves for work in the morning. Sometimes she'd leave a note telling you to wear it that day so you two could go for lunch together.

♡ ; She definitely has a picture of the two of you dressed up at a gala in her desk, the best picture ever taken, in her own words.

♡ ; On your anniversary you would've buy her a set very much in her style, but with a touch of yours: a long and a bit puffy red wine skirt, a white blouse with long sleeves and a shawl with her and your initials in each end.

♡ ; She was shocked at the set at first, but was quick to hug you and thank you for her new outfit.

♡ ; Asami would've put it on after giving you her gift and dragged you to a photo salon.

♡ ; She had a new favorite photo for her desk.

#the legend of korra #the legend of korra x reader #asami sato #asami x reader #asami x fem!reader #asami sato fanfic #asami sato x reader #asami sato x fem!reader #asami sato fluff #asami sato headcanons #request

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violet0203 · 2 years

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insecurities and the haikyuu characters

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu always have had a lot of fans. Since his very early days as a volleyball player and that hasn’t change now that he plays pro, otherwise probably now has increased.

You are pretty used to them every time you go out or during the games. No big trouble.

But there are some days when you feel a little off and you are not that comfortable and some ideas just get in your head.

Today was one of those days.

Miya Atsumu had invited to you to a gala that the MSBY were doing to celebrate their anniversary. All the players were going to be, plus some media and some fans.

You were trying to get ready but not one even one of your dresses seem appropriate. Too long, too short, doesn’t fit you well, etc. The frustration was starting to go up as well as the anxiety because there were only 30 minutes left and you haven’t even donde your makeup.

Would it be too late to ask Atsumu to invite Osamu instead of you?

You gave one more look to your closet trying to find something. You sighed. The red dress would have to do.

Now your makeup. Simple stuff. Gold shades are always reliable with some gloss. You tried to do your eyeliner and for god sake this time was even in both eyes. Luckily because you would have probably gave up if you had to do all over again.

As you didn’t have enough energy to do your hair, you just put some curl cream and tried to make it look more defined.

When you finished you looked yourself in the mirror. You didn’t fell your best, but there wasn’t time. Anyways everyone will be looking at Atsumu and not you.

“Hey, babe you’re ready?” the boy asked knocking softly two times at your door.

You went to open the door and you were definitely right, everyone was going to be looking at him. Should be a require to Atsumu to wear a tux everyday, because he was astonishing.

“Wow”

“Yeah, wow” he agreed, taking your hand and making you twirl “Perfect”.

“Haven’t you look yourself? Miya Atsumu I swear that every day you are more handsome” he grabbed you by your waist and pulled you closer to kiss you. Repeatedly. Until you made him stop “We will be late”.

The setter groaned, but waited for you to grab your purse before both going downstairs and getting in his car.

The place was a few 20 minutes away from your house. You were nervous, despite Atsumu’s reaction your insecurities were still troubling your head.

He parked the car and helped you getting out of the car. Soon, someone of the production guided you to a red carpet where you had to pose for some pictures for the press.

When it was your turn, both walked together holding hands and smiled to the cameras. Then you left him to pose alone for some pictures, he was the pro volleyball player. You always have love how incredibly comfortable he was with the attention.

There were also a lot of screaming since it was an outside space so many fans have arrived to get a chance to see them. As usual a lot of them where screaming for Atsumu and he took some time to go and autograph some stuff.

“Sorry for taking so long” he said once he approached to you to go together into the salon where the party was going.

“No need to apologize for being an amazing person”

“Tsum-Tsum! y/n!” screamed Bokuto once he saw you. He was with some of the other players so you took the chance to say hi to everyone.

You chatted with them, but as this was also an event for the fans soon were interrupted by some of them trying to take photos or just have a conversation with the players. As this was happened you decided to take a step back and watch from a distance.

All of the fans looked gorgeous in beautiful dresses, makeups and hairstyles. More perfect than you. Some of them being a little handsy. And they were making Atsumu laugh a lot, probably having a better time with them than with you.

No.

You needed to stop that train of thoughts. He had never done more than praise you whenever he had a chance. You were just having a bad self-esteem day.

With everything you were feeling a little out of breath, therefore you walked away and tried to find the restroom. You got into a corridor and started to open the doors, but most of them were empty rooms, until you got to one stretch room ocuppied by an outside hitter.

“Omi? What are you doing here?” he was almost seated in the floor using his phone.

“A lot of people out there, not really comfortable with all the possible germs. And you?”

“Looking for the restroom” you said but he inferred that something was wrong when you seated in front of them.

“Something troubling you? Wanna talk?”

“… some insecurities… today i wasn’t feeling pretty… and there are a lot of fans around Tsumu, so everything just… i don’t know… I trust him, but its me who is not feeling well”

“For what it’s worth i think you look amazing tonight”

“Thank you Omi”

Not even five seconds later the door opened and entered Atsumu. He say hi to Kiyoomi as this got up and wave off you, he would try to share a little with some fans and give you a moment.

The blonde guy sat right beside you and put one of his arms over your shoulders to pull you closer to him. Then he laid a kiss in your hair while doing circles in your hair.

“What are you doing here Tsumu?”

“I saw you leave, but it took me sometime to finish a conversation with a fan”

“Babe, you should get back to them”

“Mm… i don’t know, i don’t feel so well”

You knew that it wasn’t true and that he was just saying it because you weren’t feeling good.

“But his is your team event, you can’t leave”

“I already did presence, the press has enough photos and the fans will keep being entertained by Hinata and Bokkun”

“You don’t have to do this for me. It’s just insecurities that will pass tomorrow, don’t wanna ruin your day”

“You don’t, being with you at our home, wearing something comfortable and just cuddle all night it’s way better that this, so c’mon let’s go” he said getting up and offering his hand to help you.

When you were standing he wrapped his arms around you and you laid your head in his chest “You know i love you, right?”

“Yeah, i know, and i love you more”

#haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #haikyuu atsumu #atsumu x female reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu fluff #miya atsumu imagine

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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I feel like someone may have mentioned this before, but I love the idea of Bakugou dating a designer. There are plenty of designers for hero costumes, of course, but I like the idea of him dating a clothing designer who specializes in couture and formalwear, stuff that heroes wear to all the many galas and award shows they have to go to. Maybe you’re up and coming, still relatively new, mostly doing work for heroes that are lower in the hero ranking, but you’re really good, so good that you catch the attention of Mitsuki. And one day, while Bakugou comes to visit his mother, you’re there talking about fashion and possibly collaborating together, and he’s just smitten with you. Not only is your work excellent, but there’s just something about you that draws him in. And that’s how he ended up asking you to design something for him for an upcoming event, partially because he really does like your designs but mainly as an excuse to spend more time with you. I just think it would be adorable basically becoming his personal stylist just so he has an excuse to talk about how talented you are and how much he loves you lol

I love this so so much!! Imagine you’ve been struggling to get your foot in the door for so long, constantly posting your designs online and you gain little traction. And no matter how hard you try you just can’t seem to get any further? So you kinda flatline and your motivation begins to dwindle. You’re grateful for all the sidekicks that have worn your designs but you just wish you could make it?

And when Mitsuki meets you and falls in love with your designs she immediately sends them to Bakugou, who ignores the emails at first— but of course his mother is persistent and he ends up seeing them and he actually thinks they’re real fucking cool.

So he agrees to let you design something— but he’s never even met you until you’re coming into his hotel room the evening of a huge hero gala with his outfit. Profusely apologising that you’d never had a chance to meet before this to confirm the fit— Mitsuki had given you his sizes, but each time you’d tried to contact him for a meeting he’d never called you back— you chalked it up to him being a busy pro hero but really he didn’t care if it wasn’t the perfect fit, even though you did.

But now Bakugou’s seen you in the flesh? He’s instantly regretting not answering any of your messages or calls, kicking himself for wasting all that time that could’ve been spent with you. His mum hadn’t once mentioned just how drop dead gorgeous you were, as his eyes watched you rush around the room pulling out various pieces from dress bags, rambling on about how you could alter it quickly if it didn’t fit— Bakugou loved how flustered you got when he pulled his top off in front of you carelessly as he reached out for the shirt on the hanger as he began to button it— “Ain’t gotta worry, sweetheart. Look— perfect fit.” And the moment he’s in the suit even he’ll admit he looks good. Letting you snap some photos for your social media profiles while you’re there.

And of course it’s a hit— with him and the fans. You end up going viral overnight and suddenly your phone and emails blow up with more potential Pro-Hero clients. But now Bakugou is jealous, ain’t no way he’s gonna let these other fuckers get close to you when he’s decided already that you’re all his.

#soft bakugou #i love this idea ahhh!!!

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the-empress-7 · 1 year

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No one seriously considers the ms. dinner award given to the 12 women of whom mm is one, is on the same level as a Coronation??? She may wear a revenge dress, and look shockingly out of place, but there is no comparison. She has never been invited to the Met gala, the Oscars, The Emmys, a Nobel Prize Award…nothing. When they paid for a UN speech on Mandela’s birthday, about 22 people showed up (or were forced to attend by their offices) and Harry spoke to an essentially empty conference room. It was a humiliating event for the both of them. They asked to speak at conferences at the UN, they asked to attend meetings at the GA…they were given no forum. None but were effectively asked to leave when the GB found out they were filming. Later to be told it was not to be used and they were shown the door. That too was humiliating. The NY trip was a fiasco, with the most prominent tour being at the WTC museum and their photo taken with Mr&Mrs.DeBlasio and Dante their son. That was it. No crowds, nobody showed. This was followed by a visit to a Harlem School where she read a book to kids sitting on the ground with Harry while she wore a $6K red wool suit in July. Just Netflix getting film that could not be used as they had security all over but nobody stopped to see them, and an empty press pens! The recent debacle with Dr. Gabor Mate who analyzed Harry for the world to see was a serious issue. Professionals derided it as Unprofessional and simply not done. You do not analyze someone on a paid for TV video, and a book thrown in to make it worth your while. That was a fiasco as was the San Francisco event of Butter UP where the charge was $1000 for a ticket to listen to their Chimpo speak on mental health issues. Again, very few attendees and they relocated to a much smaller venue to cover expenses and seat the few who paid. Now they have bought some more awards and are now a laughingstock because of those. The ms. foundation dinner with mark-off markle hustling gloria s. to present mm with her award is being mocked. Gloria’s step son Christian Bale (the actor) is rightly getting involved as he feels this elderly woman is being manipulated by mm for her own purposes. He says he will put a stop to this before the dinner. I wish him luck, if mm has to wheel gloria out to the stage to give her the award or carry her, she will force the issue.

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It’s pretty sad how far their star has fallen. We are well past scraping the bottom of the barrel for fake-it-till-you-make-it appearances.

#submission

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whats-wild-to-you · 2 years

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100 Days To Fall In Love

[day 25]

“Rise and shine!”

“Ugh! I’m not ready!”

“C’mon. You have a long and important day ahead of you!” Mr. Kim said while pushing the curtains open.

For the past 14 days Jay has been talking my ears off about today. Today’s fundraiser gala was crucial. Many important people would be there, and all eyes would be on Jay and me.

Since my fainting episode two weeks ago, Jay had been nicer and friendlier towards me, even taking me to casual business dinners so I could meet some of his associates. Practise rounds he called them, for the main event.

Well, that main event was today, and that meant getting dolled up from head to toe and standing in uncomfortable high heels for hours.

“This isn’t just about convincing the public that Mr. Park has finally settled down. I was just told there will be one very important guest tonight.”

“Who is it? An ex? Someone he casually hooked up with? Someone who wanted to hook up with him, but he turned them down?”

“Mrs. Choi.”

“Who’s Mrs. Choi?”

“Mr. Park’s mother.”

“Then why isn’t she called Mrs. Park?”

“Because she’s only his stepmother. But in public he calls her mother.”

“Will she be joining us?”

“Not if Mr. Park can avoid it. He doesn’t have the best relationship with her.”

I had to admit. Mr. Kim was full of surprises. Every day I learned something new about Jay from him. Small things, like the fact that he skips breakfast so he can beat everyone to the office, or big things like his complicated relationship with his stepmother.

“She can smell a phony from a mile away. Be very careful around her!”

“Right.”

As soon as Mr. Kim left, Seolhyun and Jiyeon arrived with bags and boxes of all sizes.

“Mr. Park picked out several dresses with matching shoes and jewelry for you to try.” Jiyeon stated.

“But I alr-” It was useless arguing with her. She was Jay’s most loyal employee, and she had a way with everyone else on the staff.

“Fine. What’s the first outfit?” It was a meticulous and painstakingly slow process. I wore the dress and jewelry, the shoes, makeup, Seolhyun styled my hair appropriately, and then Jiyeon took a photo with her phone and immediately sent the picture to Jay.

After what felt like an eternity, Jay decided on the ranking. Of course, he picked the dress I liked the least, which was also the most uncomfortable one, plus the matching shoes hurt my feet after only five minutes.

Seolhyun brushed my hair and took off my makeup, while Jiyeon ran a hot bath. After one hour they would be back, they said on their way out, to style my hair again and reapply the makeup. What a waste of time and resources.

At exactly 5pm, Jay waltzed in, needing an additional hour for himself to get ready. The limousine would pick us up at six. My stomach had been growling for hours at that point and I prayed to God we would have enough time to eat a quick bite.

Five to six he stood in front of my door, his voice muffled by the wood. “Hurry, we need to go!”

“Coming!” I yelled back, spritzing perfume all over me.

“We don’t have time for dinner.” He suddenly exclaimed as I climbed onto the limousine.

“I didn’t say anything.”

Could he have heard my growling stomach?

The drive to the venue was silent. Only my occasional growling disturbed the peace. I coughed strategically to drown out the noises and was convinced that he didn’t notice anything.

When we arrived at the venue, we sneaked in through the back entrance, avoiding the photographers and interviewers.

“But don’t we have t-”

“They will be here all night, we’ll pose for them on our way out!”

Inside, Jay led me to the buffet and took a plate, loading it with everything he laid eyes on.

“Any allergies?”

“Not that I know of!”

“Oh, well. We might find out tonight.” He snickered, guiding me to our table.

The venue was packed, Mr. Kim wasn’t lying. Everyone and their mother were here, but luckily the tables were on the smaller side and spread out far enough, so you still had a feeling of intimacy.

“Eat!”

“Aren’t you going to join me?” I said skittishly, looking around. People had already spotted us and were gossiping. Jay read the room and sighed.

“C’mon, let’s make a show out of this!” I suggested, dragging Jay down onto the seat next to mine.

First, I took a bite of the giant cocktail prawns, moaning in satisfaction. A smile was dancing around my lips when I took another prawn and wiggled it in front of Jay’s face.

“C’mon now, don’t make a scene!”

He gave in, opening his mouth so I could feed him. A drop of sauce stained his bottom lip. I used the opportunity, since I noticed several people staring at us, to wipe it off with my index finger, which I then licked off suggestively.

“Who are you?” Jay mumbled, while chewing on his prawn.

A heartfelt laugh escaped my lips, even Jay couldn’t resist, and chimed in.

Little by little the food on the plate disappeared. Some in mine, and some in Jay’s belly. Afterwards Jay got up again and came back with two glasses of champagne. A little while later our table filled and the event began.

We were halfway through the program when I noticed a familiar-looking silhouette by the entrance. Convincing myself that I was seeing things, I turned to Jay, watching him as he listened to the speaker intently.

“Everything okay?” He asked without looking away.

“Everything perfect!” I replied, putting my hand on his shoulder. Minutes later, his whole composure changed. Following his eyes, I quickly figured out the reason why.

His stepmother made her entrance, surrounded by several people trying to shake her hand. She hadn’t spotted us yet, but her head was turning left and right, scanning the room.

Eventually she spotted Jay and with quick steps, made her way towards us.

“Stay calm.” Jay ordered as the woman was approaching our table.

“Mother.” Jay said in the coldest, most detached tone ever. Just hearing him talk like that ran a cold shower down my spine. He was downright frightening.

“Jay, honey, it’s been forever since I last saw you! I heard you’ve settled down. I’m assuming this is the young lady?”

Something about the way Jay’s stepmother spoke, rubbed me the wrong way. Her whole appearance was a theatrical show, and she enjoyed the attention a little too much.

“This is Hyo Ri. Hyo Ri this is Mrs. Choi.”

“It’s so nice to meet you!”

“Likewise child.” She replied dryly, scanning me up and down.

So we stood there in awkaward silence for what felt like hours before Mrs. Choi spoke up again. “My table is over there. Come by later and say hi to your stepbrothers and stepsisters.”

Jay groaned but didn’t reply. Mrs. Choi waved her wrinkled hand and took off.

“That went well.” I joked in a desperate attempt to lift the mood. But Jay looked gloomier than before.

“Don’t make that face, she’s watching!” I told him, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Stop that!”

“Fine!” I pouted, taking a big sip of my champagne.

When I set the glass down, I spotted the same silhouette from before. Only now the person came closer and I was able to make out who it was.

“Oh shit!”

“What?”

“We have to leave. Right now!”

“What is it?”

“My ex-fiancé. Over there, with the striped navy suit.”

“Did he see you?”

“I don’t know. I don’t think so. But Jay, he could blow my cover!”

I watched with horror in my eyes as my ex-fiancé was making the rounds, stopping by each table.

Jay’s face darkened, he grabbed my arm and quickly lead me away from the crowd and towards the back entrance. On our way in he saw a spare room, he said, we could hide in there and when the time was right, sneak out through the back.

“What the hell is he doing here?” I was shaking by the time we got to the door of that spare room. Unfortunately it was locked.

“Fuck!” Jay hissed, kicking the door with his foot.

“And now? What if he sees me? He’ll recognize me for sure! This could end very badly.” I whispered.

Jay’s hand rose and covered my mouth, while the other pointed to a shadow slowly approaching us. We were stuck, there was no way out of this situation. My breathing hitched, I was hyperventilating, while Jay was trying desperately to shield me with his body.

The shadow was quickly approaching us, it looked like the person was talking on the phone. When it spoke, I recognized my ex-fiancé’s voice and panicked. My eyes threatening to bulge out of their sockets, I stared at Jay in pure horror.

Although Jay tried to remain calm for my sake, I saw his eyes darting around, frantically looking for a solution. As the voice became louder, Jay came closer to me, pinning me against the wall, shielding my body with his. Suddenly his head dipped and our lips connected.

Without wanting it, my heart rate sped up and my knees turned weak. I moaned involuntarily into the kiss, that seemed to go on forever, and grabbed the fabric of Jay’s shirt.

When Wooyoung passed by, Jay let go of me immediately, looking distraught. Instinctively I apologized and we both made our way back inside the main room. Our plan was to leave through the front but we also somehow had to dodge the photographers, interviewers and general crowd that was camping outside. I watched as Jay took his phone out, most likely calling his limousine driver to get to the main entrance.

Once we were outside, my eyes scanned our surroundings for any sign of Wooyoung. Jay spotted the limousine and dragged me down the stairs. I tried my best not to trip and fall and when we were inside the limousine, Jay instructed the driver to take off quickly.

With screeching tires, the limousine made a left turn and sped off.

I was avoiding looking at Jay who was staring out the window the entire time. I wished he would’ve said something. We both knew what he did was impulsive and didn’t mean anything. He was just trying to hide me. I wanted to say that I understood why he did it and that I wouldn’t take it the wrong way. But since he remained silent, I didn’t think I could speak up either.

When we finally arrived at Jay’s home, he got out first, practically running away from me. My hand reached for the door handle, when I heard a familiar voice.

“Let me get that for you, Ms. Lee.”

It was Changmin. I didn’t recognize him before since the partition was up the whole time. Upon seeing the confused look on my face, he explained. “I sometimes fill in as his driver since his current one is just a part-timer.”

I nodded my head in understanding as he came round and opened my door.

“Did something happen?” I couldn’t overhear the concerned tone in his voice. Surely he was out of place and might get suspicious if I don’t shut him down.

“Everything is fine. Now if you excuse me, I’d like to go to my room!”

He bowed his head apologetically which made me feel bad. Regardless of that, I didn’t look at him as I passed by him on my way up the stairs.

In my room, Jiyeon was already waiting for me, ready to help to out of my dress and run my bath. I told her to just undo my zipper then leave, I could take care of the rest myself.

“Very well.” She responded, leaving once she lowered the zipper. Moments later I heard her knocking on a door down the hall, Jay’s door. The door opened and closed immediately.

Jay’s first and most loyal employee? Could there be more to it? Was Jay having a secret affair with his maid? Could they be in love?

“What do you care?” I said to the empty room.

Flashing images of Jay’s lips on mine, his hot skin under my fingertips, his perfume intoxicating me flooded my mind.

“No!” I got undressed on my way to the bathroom, in desperate need to wash the day and everything that happened away.

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[day 32]

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fox-buried-in-maple-leaves · 1 year

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ALL OF THESE for sera <3

👖Jeans, skinny jeans, or sweatpants?

Pants. He typically wears dress pants to compliment the masc lolita. Or shorts, but yk. He's REALLY hot in a pair of ripped black skinny jeans though.

🐀 What would they do if they were locked in a room with a rat?

Scream if it isn't Céfiro's mouse. If it's Bonita, he's fine, calmly picks her up and brings her back to him. But if its a random mouse/rat he screams so fucking loud.

🐈 How do they react to being cat-called?

He heard their thoughts before their words so he's not surprised. He isn't above scaring them by repeating their words to them as they're saying them if it was particularly nasty though.

🚘 What’s inside their glove box?

A paper map, a lighter, some tissues, some napkins, a plastic fork, ear plugs in a case, extra earbuds, extra hair ties, like six pens, his registration, a family photo, the CD album.. It's messy.

🎶 What song do they swear they hate until they’re alone and start singing it on repeat?

bohemian rhapsody.

🔪 Open up this character's kitchen cupboards. What do you see?

Well they're papa quad's cupboards but- Serafim really likes to keep just.. good high quality local honey? that he eats from the jar. Weirdo..

😨 They accidentally break a vase. No one is around. What do they do?

Blame the twins.

🌭 Deep down, do they believe a hot dog is a sandwich?

"Nyet."

💰 If they won the lottery, how would they spend the money?

Donate most of it to charity! His family has money, they don't need more. He'd like to support his communities.

🎤 Do they sing in the shower? What do they sing?

He's DEATHLY silent in the shower. Unless he's showering with someone else in which case he makes the most casual philosophical conversation.

😳 Why don’t they like how their voice sounds in recordings?

Serafim thinks his accent is weird when he speaks English.

🏠 What's the first thing they do when they get home for the evening?

he likes to take a bath and then go under the water so he can't hear anything for a little bit<3

🤓 What is one thing that they "nerd out" over?

Swords, DnD, Dice, Pen & Paper in general, Geodes...

🕺 Do they dance when they're alone? Are they good at it?

No lol- He's not a bad dancer, he had to learn for galas that the Destan-Mixtios got invited to, but he's not the best of the kids, either.

🤕 What’s the dumbest way they’ve been injured?

Trying to lift "Father of Stars'" scythe before they could warn him it'd be too heavy to lift that way. Luckily father was there to heal him.

🍺 What's their favorite drinking game? If they don't drink, their favorite card or board game. What's their approach to winning?

He really likes Uno! but nobody plays with him because he cheats lmao. Sera WILL use his psychic ability to cheat but the thing is he doesn't lie, so he's open about what he's doing. Everyone knows everyone(but his) cards, basically.

🤑 For a million dollars, would they punch their best friend in the nose? Either way, have the character defend their answer.

"Yes, of course I would. And they could punch me back! Two million dollars."

😴 If they talked in their sleep, what weird jumble of words would come out?

It's OTHER PEOPLE's thoughts.

🖌 If they spray-painted a city wall, what would they write / draw?

Probably an angel inspired painting :)

#☾*✲⋆. Essence of Myrrh #⋆｡°✩ Serafim #From The Fate ; Rowan

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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Hear me out hear me out hear me out cause I’m about to explode !! I have a “honey there is no right way” request and UUUGH I’m excited

Bucky being the affectionate fucker he is can’t stop taking pictures of you !! There are some with the both of you , like one from the wedding with you on his lap , both having stupid grins on your face ,or one at the elevator while you’re headed to dinner and you’re snuggled to his chest smiling, but he enjoys having you pictured in all your forms more ! You’d always feel flustered when you see him taking pictures of you , blushing like crazy !! Like when you’re getting ready , or when you’re at the street and you stop to see something or simply when you’re out to dinner and he thinks you look ethereal ! Photos of you in bed , dressed or naked , in his car , on the countertop … everywhere ! And I’m thinking that you’re his lock screen too !! Either you at a dinner date with some jewelry he got you that look extra sparkly or that picture with the both of you at the wedding !!! The background when you unlock his phone though … 😏 I’m thinking a rather compromising picture of you on his lap naked in bed while he has his hand on your waist and you have a blissed out smile on your face looking down at him, hair messy and eyes shining 🙈

I swear I’m obsessed with this AU ! Thank you for creating it 🥰

Absisnvwuabhxysbsg…. This is soooo cute 😫😫 god I’m addicted to htnrw Bucky myself. YOU’RE A GENIUS 😘

honey, there is no right way

* Feel free to send drabbles, requests or asks about this series!

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Bucky takes your photos everywhere and anywhere.

When you’re going out for dinner, when you’ve dressed up just for him, when you’re visiting an event.

And even when you look like a clown, like the time you visited the aquarium with him and were staring at the sharks with a wide ‘o’ face. Or the time you just woke up and he started clicking your pics, saying you looked like an Angel in the morning sunlight.

You actually looked like you’d escaped from prison more than an Angel, but there was no convincing Bucky.

But atleast these photos are decent. Cuz then there are photos of you naked or in scanty clothing. Usually after he fucked you within an inch of your life, with your eyes all glassy and your face blissed out.

And his only explanation is, “You look so good sugar. I gotta immortalise your beauty. I can’t paint, so photos would have to do.”

And god, his wallpapers. You’re scared one day someone is going to see them. Because while the Lock Screen is of you two giving each other heart eyes at another of Stark’s galas, while you’re wearing a sparkling neckless given by him. But the Home Screen wallpaper is a whole another thing.

The photo is of the same night, after Bucky fucked you in just the necklace and your heels. The picture is of you snuggled on Bucky’s chest and shying away from camera.

And one thing was for sure, that no matter how many times you tried to hide your face, Bucky was going to get that picture.

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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A Failed Betrothal (Part 3)

There were a lack of stuff to read so I posted this instead.

[Masterlist]

(Part 1)(Part 2)

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PART 3

The next day was weird to say the least for everyone but for Marinette, it was another can of worms that she wished she didn’t open. For one thing, Chat Noir’s feelings obsession for Ladybug switched from one black-haired girl to another which unfortunately was Ladybug’s civilian form. Which meant Marinette had to deal with Adrien’s Chat-Noir-level flirting and bad pick-up lines.

Perfect, just perfect.

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Everyone thought that a declaration speech of ‘being soulmates and the only one for him’ in front of the whole class from the ‘love of your life’ would warrant a ‘blushing to death and stammering’ or ‘outright fainting’. Not a facepalm, a groan, “Why me?” and a “I am sorry but NO. I don’t feel the same way about you”. Marinette vaguely wondered if there was some kind of rule for interesting events and confrontations to happen during lunch break while the class waits for Mme Bustier to start the lessons.

Marinette went to sit in her seat next to Chloe in the back row where she and her friends had been exiled to. The class was in stunned silence and questioning about whether or not they had fallen into an alternate universe or dreaming. Nathaniel and Alix tried to hide their snickers. Chloe just started outright laughing, turning very red in the face.

Marinette felt a nudge from Plagg in her bag. Looking down, she saw them holding up her phone to show Lila’s gaping face of horror with a wicked smug grin on their face. She looked through the photos to see everyone’s faces of confusion and shock at her rejection. Eyes wide and jaws dropped on the ground. Different shots of her classmates in the same state. She smirked and showed them to Chloe who calmed down enough, letting out the occasional giggles and took the phone with glee.

“Thank you, Plagg. Here you go.” she whispered, giving them a camembert macaron.(Tom had started experimenting with camembert in his recipes. Plagg is his first taste tester for all of them, making Tom one of Plagg’s favourite people.)

Adrien didn’t take the rejection very well.

“But we are meant to be. You are a designer and I am a model. Our partnership is the one to be envied by many for the ages.”

“And by that logic,” The designer turned to her main model for her MDC website, “Chloe, my love, will you be my one and only? For our love shines so bright ,paralleled only by a thousand suns.” Using the same voice Plagg does when they go on one of their love odes about camembert before losing her straight face and giggling.(Plagg doesn’t know whether to be offended or amused.)

Setting Chloe’s laughter off again. “Mariiiii,...stop….I can’t..*gasps*....I can’t…”

Nathaniel and Alix, finally lost control and joined Chloe in death by laughter. Adrien was flustered, turning red in the face either from anger, embarrassment or both.

“But Chloe isn’t a model.”

Marinette decided to put a stop to this, just on the off chance that Gabriel finally decides to akumatized his own son. She recomposed herself.

“She is the main model for my website and we have a partnership. You, however, work for your father. So does Miss Rossi. Does that sound like the partnership to be envied by many for the ages? Hmmm, Agreste? Anyways, like I said before, I have no interest in dating you.”

“Why not? We are friends and sometimes, friends like each other enough to date each other.” Adrien angrily asked.

“Because-”

“Because, Adrikins,” Chloe cuts in, “friends having to date because one of them is interested in something more makes no sense and is fucked-up. Marinette doesn’t owe you anything. Besides, she already has a long distance boyfriend who lives in America.”

“WHAT!?” Adrien shouted.

“What?!” The class had snapped out of their stupor. Since when had Marinette gotten over Adrien and had a boyfriend?

“What?” Marinette looked at Chloe with wide-eyes. Last she checked she was still single so what the hell was Chloe playing at. For Kwami’s sake, she hadn’t been on a date since the one with Luka which went awkwardly before they agreed that they think of each other as siblings and it will be best to stay that way.

Chloe gave her a look that said ‘I will explain later.’

“Oh yes, they met online a few months ago and now they are all lovey-dovey together. It’s just so ridiculous, so utterly ridiculous how disgustingly in love they are. They have video call dates at least once a week and somehow make it work despite the time differences. He once came all the way to Paris just to see her. He brought her some special flowers that apparently meant-”

Marinette slapped her hand over Chloe’s mouth. “Well, Chloe, Queenie, as much as I love you as my friend, you can stop gushing about my love life now. Because class is about to start.”

She said through gritted teeth as Mme Bustier finished taking her sweet time and walked in. Sadly, Alya wasn’t done with the conversation ,“Wait a minute, since when did Chloe and you become close enough that she is modeling for you? And a boyfriend? Why didn’t you tell me, Girl? I thought we were friends. What about Adrien, he just confessed to you and you had been crushing on him for so long” Many girls gasped, angry that Alya broke the unspoken girl code.

“You have a crush on me?” Adrien looked hopeful. Like a lost kitten that had been stuck in the rain, was let into someone’s home.

“I had a crush on you,” Marinette corrected him, emphasising on the past tense, “and Alya had no business of sharing that information to the entire world despite us not being friends anymore.” She glared at the journalist who at least looked ashamed.

“You wanted to date Kagami so I moved on.”

One of the reasons anyway. I found out that you were my partner who had no concept of boundaries. You are a coward who only wants to maintain the class peace at the price of my mental health, she thought.

“Instead of continuing to pursue you.” She hoped the ever dense and oblivious model would get the hint she gave him. Tikki ,just this once, Grant me that ladybug luck.

“And Mme Bustier, it is time to start the lessons, don’t you think? Instead of focusing on the class drama to gossip about later on.” Marinette glared at the teacher, reminding her to do her job.

“Oh. Right.” Mme Bustier tried to regain her ‘perfect teacher’ image after getting embarrassed at being caught, “Right. Class, turn to page-”

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As soon as the bell rang for the end of school, Marinette dragged Chloe all the way to her room. Alix and Nathaniel followed them because as far as they know, Marinette had no boyfriends and they were as curious to find out what scheme Chloe had cooked up this time. They were as complicated and crazy as Ladybug’s. No offense, Marinette.

“Okay, Queenie, you have to explain why I now have a devoted American boyfriend who I am so in love with.” Marinette crossed her arms with a frown aimed at Chloe. The kwamis got out of their respective hiding places and went to the tray of food set out for them.

The trapdoor to her room opened, revealing the rest of their friend group before Chloe said anything.

“Did we miss anything?” Kagami asked as Longg and Sass joined the other kwamis.

“Juleka said something about an American boyfriend and how he sounds so romantic. Does that have to do anything with the text Alix sent us to come here?” Luka added.

“To recap, Adrien made a love confession to Marinette,” Alix started, biting into some of the delicious pastries the Dupain-Chengs gave them, ”in front of the entire class after an entire day of flirting and bad pick-up lines.”

“Wow, even after having his memories erased of being Chat Noir, he is still after Ladybug.” Luka chuckled, with the others joining in.

Marinette whined, “It was easier when he was Chat Noir. But now as Adrien Agreste, teen heartthrob, it is going to be much more difficult to get into his thick head that I don’t see him that way and it is going to get harder, now that Alya outed my old crush to him.”

“Oof. Sucks to be you.”

“So, our Mari-bug rejected him. He threw a tantrum and sulked, so like Chat Noir, how did we not notice?,” Alix continued, “After demanding reasons why they can’t date, Chloe gave Marinette an American boyfriend who she was in a long-distance relationship with. Speaking of, why did you do that?”

“I have known Adrik- Adrien since we were in diapers and I know how that mangy cat works. He grew up on Disney and had all those fairytales stuffed into his head. If you had told him that you were just not interested in dating at the moment, it won’t work because he will try his hardest to ‘woo’ you, because he still has a chance. He won’t push his luck as much if you were off the market.” Chloe explained.

“I am sure that, judging by the fact that Chat Noir still tries to date Ladybug despite her saying she is in love with someone, Adrien might try to get more proof of this boyfriend to make sure Marinette is just not pretending to have one.” Kagami pointed out.

“Ahh, but luckily I have a back-up plan. I have a friend, Tim Drake. We met at a few galas when we were younger and kept in touch. He also owes me a favor.”

“I hope this Tim Drake is cute.”

“He is and he’s older than you by two years and,” Chloe typed something on her phone, “A fellow caffeine addict so you can bond over that. Here’s a picture of him and his brother.”

On her phone were two extremely attractive and fit young men dressed in expensive suits at what looked like a gala, the older one had a charming polite smile with bright blue eyes, looking somewhat interested at what someone off-screen was saying despite looking like he will fall over any moment. His brother, however, looked like he would rather be anywhere but where he was. He was tanned and had green eyes that promised murder for daring to even breathe in his direction. Marinette noticed that he looked a little familiar but she can’t place why.

“Tim is the one that looks like he hasn’t slept in days and that’s his brother Damian next to him.”

“Wait a minute. That’s Tim Drake and Damian Wayne. The sons of Bruce Wayne, the billionaire co-CEO of Wayne Industries, which Tim Drake is also co-CEO of.” Nathaniel said with wide eyes and looked at Chloe, “You are using your favor to give our Mari here a fake boyfriend.”

“Of course, only the best for our Mari-bug.”

“Chloe, no, he is probably busy as he is with running the company. No need to get him involved in petty teenage drama.” No matter how much she doesn’t want to date Adrien, bothering a busy guy to be her fake boyfriend is not worth it in Marinette’s opinion. Which, of course, gets overruled by the overprotectiveness of her friends.

“I, for one, think this is one of Chloe’s better plans.” Kagami commented, the others agreeing with her. Traitors.

“Hey!” Chloe exclaimed, an offended look on her face, “Anyways, I will call him later.”

“Children, you better go home now before your parents worry.” Sabine’s voice came from below, “Remember we are also going through some drills tonight so try not to be late.” Having a former assassin for a mother is handy when you want to train a team of teenage superheroes.

“Bye, guys. See you later.”

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“Just because you have been trained since birth does not excuse you from the drills. You also need to get used to the black cat.” Lady Mǔ lǎohǔ reprimanded her with her arms crossed. When Ladybug started her new team, she was the first permanent member but as the team got bigger, she stepped back to be back-up and mentor for the team.

“Yes, Maman, I know but I am nearly finished with this commission. I will catch up with you later. Promise.” Marinette stretched, looking up from her latest project. Plagg was napping in the little basket she had made for all the kwamis to sleep in which fit all of them and had some extra space for Nooroo and Dusuu after they had been retrieved.

The reason she had Plagg instead of Tikki who was with Alix was because of the new tactic the Miraculous Team came up with. To keep the balance the Ladybug and Black Cat must be active at the same time but with Adrien gone, someone must wield the ring until a new permanent holder is found and it was not a good idea for both of them to be on the same person at the same time. The team decided to rotate using the earrings and ring between them with Marinette using other miraculouses when the others have them. It also had the added bonus of making it harder for Hawkmoth to find out who has them at any given time.

“See you later, 灵儿 (líng er, means intelligence). I will give you 15 minutes but that’s it. Don’t be late.” Sabine sighed and got out the skylight and went towards the safehouse where the Miraculous team met to get training. (It is one of Sabine’s emergency safehouse to use in times of emergency and it had the required space to train 6 teenagers. Chat Noir never came to training, lazy cat.)

Marinette never made it to the warehouse.

Because a few minutes after her mother left, the skylight opened to let in five figures dressed in dark colours to easily blend into the shadows like they were trained to be. Too bad they weren’t as quiet. Marinette immediately summoned a bo-staff to defend herself.

One of them lunged at her and she retaliated by hitting the end of her staff to their middle, coupled with a couple more blows and landed one that knocked them out. The others threw throwing stars which she dodged by jumping back. Which landed her to be trapped by the two assassins, whom she didn’t notice, had moved. She cursed in every language she knew as she struggled against them. It led to no avail as she was badly out-numbered. There was a prick on her head and her world went black.

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Plagg awoke to a loud commotion. Irritated, they poked their head out to see their new temporary kit knocked out, tied up and hauled away. Recognizing the kidnappers as assassins of the League of Shadows, they scowled. Ra’s Al Ghul was going to pay.

Plagg may not act like it much but the black kwami was patient and smart. Smart enough to leave a note with an explanation somewhere visible with the messy aftermath of a fight before trailing the assassins. Oh, Roarr’s tiger was going to be pissed once she found out what happened. Wherever they were taking Marinette, it would be best to have a kwami of destruction to help her escape. The night made Plagg almost invisible and allowed to move unseen. They caught up easily and hid in their holder’s midnight hair. Now, their patience came into play. It was a matter of waiting for the right moment to pounce.

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(Part 4)

#damian x marinette #ml x dc #maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #betrothal au: take 2 #A failed betrothal #Adrien salt #some Alya salt #yes. i put fake dating in betrothal au #plagg is protective of his kittens #kidnapping

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ prompt: you’re going to a chistmas party with your ex in attendance and you try to find a replacement as quick as possible.

♡ song suggestion: HIP - MAMAMOO

♡ pairing: jon kent (superboy) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes

“i can’t just go to this party and not show up with a date, do you know how humiliating that is?” you exclaimed to Damian, chugging back the last bit of wine you had in your glass, “it’s easy for you to show up like that because you’re fucking Bruce Wayne’s son and you aren’t the one who actually lied here...I DID!”

Damian saw the panic arising in your eyes as you tried to come up with just anything to get out of the Wayne Christmas party but nothing was coming up in order to actually get you out of it. it was too late to actually back out and you swore to Damian you’d attend the party so it wouldn’t be so miserable for him.

“who exactly did you lie to that you’re that deep into a lie?” Damian asked, kicking his legs up on his desk. “Michael from human resources! he’s been up my ass about taking me out that i finally broke one day and said I was already in a relationship and while he did back off, he’s expecting me to bring a date,” you confessed.

Damian started laughing again, not knowing whether to fire Michael to finally put you out of your misery or actually take the opportunity to make you meet his oh so single best friend...Jon Kent. he sat on the idea for a few minutes as you ran your fingers through your hair nervously.

“good lord, if I bring a friend of mine as your date, will you be quiet?” you looked at him in confusion. “you have friends?” you laughed, instantly dodging his wad of paper.

“for your information, I actually do,” you sighed, not really knowing if you wanted to take him up on the offer, “he’s a friend of mine from Metropolis. he’ll say yes, it’s up to you,” you cautiously agreed, threatening him that if his so called ‘friend’ ended up being some creep, you were within your rights to hurt him.

as you and Damian exited the building, you saw the copious amounts of reporters standing to the side, trying to capture photos of Damian or getting information on the party for tomorrow.

you sighed, giving the reporters the middle finger, not really in the mood to deal with their bs. there were a few times those nosey reporters had made stories about you and Damian. claiming that you were sleeping with him so you could get closer to the Wayne family heir. it didn’t exactly help that you were in the assistant and secretary role as well.

“wow, feisty aren’t you?” you heard Damian’s eldest brother, Dick, say out of no where. you quickly greeted him, seeing that the street to get out of Wayne Enterprises was getting clogged up with traffic, “see all of you tomorrow! Damian, don’t let me down!”

Dick looked over to his brother, wondering what you meant by that. “I’m bringing Jon as her date for tomorrow,” he explained. his eyes widened, “really? him?” he asked, surprised that he would even set up a date for someone. “yeah, he has way too much time on his hands and it’d be better for me to set those two up to finally get them out of my hair.” Dick laughed knowing exactly where that could go wrong.

the morning finally came, much to your unamused pleasure. you had told Damian that you’d meet him at his place so if anything funny happened with his date, it wouldn’t happen to your embarrassment at your work place. you were not sure who your mystery date was and Damian refused to give you a name. all he had told you was that he worked in Metropolis and had been his friend for years.

you dragged yourself into the shower and unwillingly got dressed. your makeup was the hardest part of the entire outfit as you were going to try and perfect it as much as possible. you had never really gone all out with the makeup in what felt like years so you figured today would be the day.

“almost ready?” Damian asked over the phone. you rolled your eyes, “yeah, i’m just pulling my shoes on before heading over to your place,” you responded as you munched on a granola bar, “why do you care?” you asked.

you heard two voices laugh, “because your date is here so hurry up!” Damian exclaimed before hanging up the phone. you didn’t bother to play into his antics before finishing up. the dress you had bought was something you had from a previous event and up until now, you hadn’t worn it again.

the dress you had picked was one from a previous event that no one hardly saw. it hugged the curves you wanted to show and you knew it would surprise those who hardly saw you gala or formal party attire.

you got into your car and chugged back a red bull before heading into Damian’s home. you saw a few cars parked in his garage along with a limo to which you assumed you and a few others were going to take. you annoyingly pushed the doorbell to strike a nerve in Damian.

“woah,” you heard Dick say as he opened the door, “I know, I look good,” you said smiling. he nodded in agreement as the two of you walked in farther into the house. you could tell Dick kept looking at you every so often and even dropping a few compliments and pick up lines.

as the two of you were walking, you hadn’t realized you had completely passed Damian and his friend. you were so enamored with your conversation with Dick that it wasn’t until Damian half-annoyed screamed your name out to catch your attention. you turned around and stopped mid way through when you saw Damian and his friend.

“oh hey,” you whispered, not wanting to look at Damian’s friend in the eye. he was a lot more attractive than you had anticipated. “didn’t know you could actually clean up nicely,” Damian murmured, not even hiding the fact that he was checking you out.

you gave him the middle finger in response, “this is Jon Kent, Jon, this is ( your name ), I guess she’s my friend,” he rolled his eyes at the last thing he had said. you slowly stuck your hand out to shake but much to your surprise, Jon had shook your hand rather excitedly.

“nice to meet ya!” he exclaimed, his slight southern drawl coming out. you laughed at his excited tone, “heard a lot about ya!” he continued. you looked at Damian, “aww, you do like me!” you said, a mischievous smile appearing on your face.

Damian kicked you in the back of the leg before murmuring that all of you needed to head out before any of you got into trouble for being late. you met up with Dick and Tim who were arguing about something as the three of you waited for Alfred to pull up with the car.

the entire ride to the venue, it was just you and Jon talking here and there. you could tell that Jon was the very exact opposite of Damian and it was a wonder how him and Damian even got along with their personalities being the exact opposite from each other. once the car came to halt, all of you piled out, the cameras immediately snapping as they realized the Wayne’s have arrived.

“don’t kill them this time,” Damian threatened you as you put up your hands in defense. you looked over to Jon and gave him a small nervous smile, “ready?” he asked as you nodded.

he put his arm around your waist, tightening it as the two of you walked up to the red carpet. you smiled fakely to the cameras. Jon looked down at you, not expecting this reaction to the paparazzi. “not a fan, eh?” he asked. you shook your head no, “god knows how many times those idiots have thought that Damian and I were together.”

Jon gave you a look, “but the two of you are like siblings?” you shook your head, “I know but they think we’re hiding behind all of that.” the two of you reached inside of the building to see the long extended tables as you and Jon were seated on a two chaired table.

Jon pulled your chair out, making sure you were comfortable before sitting down across from you. the menu was pre filled as it was your job to make sure everything on it was correct and put everything they were going to serve for the course of the night.

“so, what do you for a living in Metropolis?” you asked as they put small appetizers in front of you. Jon smiled, “I work for the newspaper,” he replied, “I bet it’s tough to be Damian’s assistant, huh?” he asked as you nodded yes, dramatically.

through the course of the night, you and Jon talked, Jon making sure the conversation never died down. you had to give Damian credit. you weren’t exactly trustful in Damian that he would pull through on his blind date for you but Jon up till this point had not made you seem uncomfortable or even slightly creeped out. he was like the perfect gentleman.

“wanna dance?” Jon asked, getting up from his chair and grabbing your hand softly. you held his hand, giving it a squeeze as a response.

the two of you walked to the small dance floor as you saw a few of your coworkers, those who were either married or in long term relationships dancing. you gave them a wave as they waved back before going back to their conversations with their partners.

“I’m glad you came,” you told Jon as you took a sip of your champagne shyly. he looked down to you and grinned, “I’m glad I did too. I wasn’t going too originally but once Damian told me a bit about you, I just knew I had to meet you,” he replied as you hid your face in his shoulder, slightly embarrassed.

the song playing in the background happened to be a piano rendition of ‘Someday My Prince Will Come’. you had watched Snow White a million times as a child and the fact that this song was playing as you were dancing with someone who you hoped would give you a second date made your heart swell.

“I have to admit, I’m glad I told Damian as well. the date was so last minute and honestly, Damian is the last person I would ever trust to put me in a blind date situation but I’m happy that he actually pulled through for once.”

Jon laughed as he bent down a bit and kissed your cheek in response. you noticed that the more nervous Jon got, the more his slight southern accent would come out. you reciprocated the kiss but this time, you kissed him on the lips. he was taken by surprise but nevertheless, he returned it. this time deepening it a bit.

after the two of you danced a few more songs, you took a break as Jon excused himself to the bathroom and you made a beeline to the bar to refill your glass along with Jon’s.

“hey there gorgeous,” you heard the voice from the last person you wanted to see. you turned to Michael and gave him a tight lipped smile, “good evening Michael,” you responded, trying to get back to getting your drinks. “I saw you with your little boyfriend earlier but I knew I had to come over here and tell you how fine you looked.”

you felt yourself wanting to gag by what he was saying as you felt him grab your wrist, “since your boyfriend isn’t around, how about you give me a little dance,” he asked. just as you were about to response, you felt Jon’s presence behind you, “who’s this, baby?” he asked, staring down at Michael.

to Jon’s credit, he was towering over Michael. “no one,” you replied, shaking yourself off of him, “hiya! I’m Jon, ( your names ) boyfriend. you are?” he asked. Michael scoffed, half scared at how Jon was looming over him, “I’m her coworker,” he replied before leaving.

you look to Jon in relief, “thank you so much,” you said. he smiled, putting his arm around your waist, “no problem, isn’t that what I’m here for?” he asked with a smile on his face. without actually realizing what you were doing, you happened to snuggle closer to Jon as you saw Damian approaching the two of you.

throughout the rest of the night, you kept yourself to Jon’s side as you remained with Damian and a few others. every time you left, Jon made sure that once you returned, he always had his arm around your waist or shoulder. Jon’s grasp was firm and even slightly possessive but you did not mind it one bit.

if you were being honest, you were hoping that at some point in the future, the two of you would get farther than that but for the moment, you enjoyed being in his grasp.

#DC comics #dc imagine #DC imagines #dc x reader #dc #Jon Kent #jon kent x y/n #jon kent imagine #jon kent x reader #Superboy #superboy imagine #superboy x reader #superboy x y/n #comics

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Ley you can’t do this to me! Model sugar baby Levi! This is such a fantastic idea. Your big beautiful brain has done it again! The idea of him being your plus one to galas and all those crazy social events. Just the high fashion opportunities! Dressing him up and watching him come into his own as a model!

Ohhh watching someone dress him in something for a photo shoot and getting jealous because the top is just one of those beaded pieces and so they keep getting to touch his bare skin and shooing them away so you can finish getting him dress.

One of his dreams has been to go to fashion weeks all around the world. And when he expresses this to you in your initial meeting, it's not something he expects to have the privledge of going to anytime soon.

Until you surprise him with a first class flight to fashion week in Paris. That's when he realizes just how well connected you really are. The entire week is spent with him watching you chat up people who wear clothing more expensive than Levi could ever dream to afford. Extravagant dinners, meetings, peeks into backstages right before the shows start.

His eyes are so alight with awe and wonder that it becomes addicting for you to coax that look out of him. So you keep taking him to these things, observing how he takes in the foreign surroundings.

Over time, you introduce him to so many people, casually bringing up his measly portfolio and that despite his height he could bring "something new" to the table. The first booking you land him? He's so nervous throughout the entire thing but damn if Levi doesn't look fucking beautiful in the proposed outfits, the jewelery, the different makeup looks they try on him.

And at the end of the day when you're in the hotel, sitting on the edge of the bed with Levi crouched between your legs with his tongue laving slowly through your heat, that's when he shows he's so grateful. He works hard to please you, following your every breathy instruction as your fingers card through his hair.

"Did you have fun today, Levi?"

He really likes the sound of his name when your voice is laced with arousal. Levi pulls off from sucking on your clit, panting heavily and rubbing his cheek against your inner thigh as he looks up at you. A glazed admiration sits in his eyes when he speaks. "Yes Ma'am. Thank you."

#oml im....vjfjfjfhdhdh #help its just reverse paychecks au but vhfhdbdhd WHATEVER #atp im gonna be known as the bitch who just writes sugar baby aus HELP #im so....so....SO....#princess!levi #not sfw #god you getting jealous...the longer uou have the arrangement the more possessive you get over him vjfjdjdhdhfh #and levis nit used to someone being like that over him but it gives him butterflies knowing that you dont want anyone else to touch him...#aaaaaaa

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startanewdream · 3 years

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For @sunshine-marauders and @everythinghasreason who wanted some Jily fluff + Snape's pov + outsider view of Jily.

Set in my Jily Lives AU, somewhere in Harry' third year.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ten minutes.

He still has ten minutes until the first class of the day and his head hurts. This will be one of the bad days; but then everyday feels like a bad day. Curse the day Severus accepted that job as a professor at Hogwarts—teaching all those stupid minds who couldn’t even begin to understand the brilliance of a well-brewed potion, the true magic you could wield with it.

There was only one person who had ever shared that interest and passion with him—

‘Lily is wonderful, isn’t it?’

That sentence makes him blink, looking around nervously, but there is still no one in the classroom. The door to the potion room is closed, but he hears the girls’ excited voices all the same.

‘She is so gorgeous!’

‘I can’t believe they finally went public, Lucy. It’s so hard to find good pictures of them!’

‘Still working on your fan book about them, Romilda?’

‘It’s not a fan book,’ Romilda defends. Snape remembers her; she is a First-Year Gryffindor girl who talks too much as far as he is concerned. ‘I just like to keep updated about them, they are so private!’

‘I saw them in public once,’ Lucy mentions. ‘They were really cute, holding hands and kissing each other’s nose.’ She giggles. ‘He called her Deer, I remember thinking it was funny… but as soon as people realized they were in Diagon Alley, the place was filled with reporters.’

‘Yeah, they don’t usually do interviews.’

‘If my love life was the subject of everyone’s interest, so would I.’

‘Love life?’ another girl asks timidly. ‘I thought they were already married?’

‘I forgot you are Muggleborn, Jamie, sorry. You’ve heard of You-Know-Who, right? Well, Mr and Mrs Potter are the parents of The-Boy-Who-Lived!’

‘It was their love,’ Romilda declares dreamily. ‘Their powerful love saved their son.’

‘How? Like a true love’s kiss or—’

‘No one knows, but it doesn’t matter, I mean, their love for one another was enough. That’s why they are the most famous couple in the story.’

‘Imagine loving someone so much that you actually defeated Death?’ Rominda sighes. ‘Oh, I wish I could share a love like that.’

Jamie lets out a laugh. ‘I guess being married to him helps too.’

Lucy giggles too. ‘He is so fit, right? And he is only thirty-three.’

‘Wow, he looks younger.’

‘I bet it’s because of all the Quidditch play. He used to play in Hogwarts from what I’ve heard.’

‘Like Harry? He is our Seeker, right?’

‘My older brother told me he flies amazingly. Hmmm… he is a bit scrawny now, but I can see Harry's resemblance to his father.’

‘Fancying yourself a crush, Romilda?’ Lucy teases.

‘I’d call it an investment. Harry looks like his father, has his mother’s amazing green eyes—bet he is gonna be hot as his dad someday.’

Snape decides that’s enough. He had been frozen on the spot, but the talk of whether that Potter spawn will be hot someday—especially compared to James Bloody Potter—is enough for him. He pulls his wand, opening the door of the classroom, a quiet order for them to enter despite the fact the bell has not ring yet.

It doesn’t matter. He is fuming as he walks around the students fixing their cauldron in silence—it’s only October, but they’ve learnt to keep quiet in his presence—until he reaches the place where the Gryffindor girls are gathered, easily picking the magazine that the stupid girl left on the table.

‘Witch Weekly is not part of the school booklist,’ he notes coldly. Romilda chokes, her face flushing, but she doesn’t say anything.

He points to the blackboard as soon as the bell rings.

‘The instructions are clear. Try not to melt any cauldron today.’

The students rush to grab the ingredients. Snape waits until they are working in silence, concentrated, to quietly open the magazine, flipping the pages until he finds the photo that the magazine had announced on the front page.

“James and Lily Potter attend the St. Mungo’s Charity Ball.”

The caption under the photo mentions how rare it is for the famous beloved couple to be seen on public, but “Mr Potter said that they are always interested in helping a good cause, especially when it comes to prevent discrimination against incurable diseases”.

‘Good cause,’ Snape scoffs to himself. ‘As if he just doesn’t enjoy being in the spotlight.’

He had only a few contact with James Potter over the years, but the sight of him, especially grinning broadly as if he is the happiest man alive, always fills Snape with pure loath. And Potter’s arm is touching her back, her arms, as if he can’t stand still too long, as if Potter is allowed to touch her, as if—as if—as if he is her husband.

Oh, how he hates it.

But his eyes move to stare at the picture of Lily Evans—no, Lily Potter—wearing a fancy gala green dress that absolutely matches her eyes. Thirty-two, the girl said, the same age as him, but Lily looks younger, prettier than ever—they haven’t met directly for the past 15 years. Her auburn hair is the same colour as he remember, though it’s shorter than the last time he saw her, and the way the dress highlights her curves, her perfect body—no wonder Potter looks as if he can’t believe he is married to her—

And then the couple in the photo, who had been only talking to each other so far, oblivious to any reporter, move closer to kiss.

He closes the magazine forcefully, staring breathlessly at the caption. It doesn’t help much. The magazine announces “Exclusive! James and Lily Potter attend an event—get a snoop on the most famous couple!”

Snape burns the magazine just for good measure.

#Eyes Glistening #anti snape #Did I mention this is not favourable to Snape?#Sorry but his stans scare me a little #anyway #Jily #Jily Lives AU

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sapphicyanli · 3 years

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SO I can't get Soohyun and Jinjoo as lawful girlfriends out of my head so here's some thoughts from me:

• They definitely meet through Gaon, that's just inevitable. Either from one of those times when Soohyun picks up Gaon from his office or when Jinjoo visits Gaon at his house to work on files of their case together. There are tons of possibilities and if I don't stop myself, this post would be just me writing down a literal fict of these two.

• And one day, Soohyun just asked gaon, "Can you give me Judge Jinjoo's number? You know, for, uhm, emergency purposes. I'm still uncomfortable communicating with Kang Yohan, even when it's something about work or you, so" and of course, Gaon just give it to her.

• Soohyun, after gathering the courage for a whole week, finally sends her first text to Jinjoo. she nearly screamed when Jinjoo immediately texted back excitedly, "Oh!? Soohyun? Yoon Soohyun?! I miss you, are you well? ... we should hang out more often you know, just the two of us!"

• And Then, they goes on to so many different places to hang out after that. Jinjoo is actually a foodie as much as Soohyun is, so most of the times their destination is a viral or new restaurants around the town. Jinjoo is usually the one who suggested the place and Soohyun just happily follows her because 1) Jinjoo's pick never disappoint and 2) she's happy wherever it is as long as she's with Jinjoo. They never run out of things to talk about and Jinjoo makes every topic interesting. but even when they're together in silence, the quietness feels comfortable.

• The more they spend time together, the more they know about each other, Soohyun then realizes that this all feels new yet good to her. it's different from the "love" feeling she thought she had for Gaon, but it doesn't scare her, because why would she? she realized her heart feels like it's jumping to a cloud nine whenever Jinjoo is close to her, how she feels that being with Jinjoo is something that she doesn't know she need and want until she hears Jinjoo's melodic laugh and she wants to hear that forever, want it to be the only thing she ever heard from now on, how much she wanna hold her hand as they stroll through the street, then gives her a goodbye kiss when they have to separate by the end of their "hang outs'' because it'll at least lessening the yearning she feels towards the long haired woman whenever she's not around.

• Their height difference(because Jinjoo likes to wear heels as well)is gonna be so cute and one day Soohyun just couldn't take her eyes off of her(She actually does that a lot and Jinjoo noticer it tok but it take some time for Jinjoo to confront her about it) and Jinjoo, the ever so confident and cheerful Jinjoo, nervously slipping some few strands behind her ear, feeling a bit anxious when the woman of her dreams looking up at her with such an intensity, "w-what is it? is there something on my face?" and Soohyun answered with a low voice, shy, but with a soft smile on her face, "nothing, you just look really beautiful. as always." and Jinjoo might passed out here and there.

• Gaon, eventually being the person that sees both Jinjoo and Soohyun frequently, can't help but noticed that his best friend #1 and best friend #2 often goes missing together for various occasions and times. So, when Jinjoo rejected to join gaon and yohan for dinner at a fancy restaurant after finishing a big case, because she promised to Soohyun that she will celebrate it with Soohyun instead by going to Jinjoo's favorite cafè and to cinema that day, Gaon just blurted out, "what, you guys are dating now?" and Jinjoo just run, leaving Gaon in a complete shock.

• Later that day when Gaon sees Soohyun in front of his house with Jinjoo being the one that drop her off, he teases her, "So this is what the emergency purposes are, Soohyun-ah" and the couple just blushing and stealing glances to each other. Oh and he definitely is going to use the, "Hey hey, don't do that to me. I'm the reason why you finally has a girlfriend, you don't wanna do harm on me or I'll tell Jinjoo'' card on her whenever she's pissed at him and trying to beat his ass.

• Jinjoo would definitely check up on Soohyun a lot, no matter how busy and tired she is at the court. Asking her in the middle of the day if she has eaten lunch yet, what she wants for dinner that day, does she a have a lot works to do today, willing to listen whenever Soohyun rant to her about her equally tiring job, and then telling her to relax, that she's doing a good job and that she can't wait to see her later.

• While Soohyun is more quiet with her love language, in my opinion. she likes to observe and thus, she often prepared coffee and snacks whenever Jinjoo need to stay up due to her job when she noticed exhaustion begin to taking over her, helping her by giving her judge girlfriend some perspectives and inputs as a police officer when some of the cases stressed her out more than usual(#big_brains_lawful_girlfriends), she would massage Jinjoo's tensing shoulders from sitting for hours, and then let Jinjoo using her as a pillow when she finally gives in to Soohyun's words to finally go to sleep.

• You could say Gaon is just as happy as Soohyun is with her and Jinjoo's relationship. At one point he said, "You've been spending a lot of time in your life looking after other people and taking care of them. you deserve someone that's willing to do the same for you wholeheartedly. Have yourself some rest now, Soohyun-ah. I know it's been tiring and hard for you" and if she happen to wipe a tear or two, that is simply nobody's business.

• Later on, to a gala that the powerpuff girls(Jinjoo, Yohan, Gaon)are being invited to, Yohan raised his eyebrows in surprise while Gaon's smiling proudly when Jinjoo arrived with Soohyun as her date, their arms linked sweetly together. She's wearing the blue, sequin dress and Soohyun's a simple white suit. They spend the night parading their love, not once letting go of each other for too long, and they even dance in the middle of the room, letting everyone see how in love they are with each other.

• Oh, that Kang Yohan picture on Jinjoo's desk? it has been replaced with her and Soohyun's picture together in a pastel pink frame from their date in an amusement park. Gaon often sees her taking off her glasses in exhaustion, and then she will reached out for the frame, staring at it for a good amount of time, and get back to work with more energy than before.

• Next thing you know, lawful girlfriends then adopting Elijah. It started with Jinjoo visiting the Kangs house and Elijah saw the photo Jinjoo used as her lockscreen and said, "Isn't that gaon's friend? The one with short hair? You know her too?" then Jinjoo smugly answered, "How could I not know my own girlfriend?" and Elijah just... smiled. She doesn't know why, but maybe it's because of the way Jinjoo looks at the photo on her phone with so much fondness in her eyes and in her lovely smile it's just contagious. Then Elijah just asked, "Let's go shopping together, the three of us. and eat after that too maybe." and how Soohyun and Jinjoo could ever deny Elijah's wish to spend her time together with them whenever she asked them to?

• Yohan: She stole my associate judge AND my niece too now? I feel like I barely see Elijah home these days. Kim gaon, tell your best friend that she nee—

#this ship got me this bad #oh jin joo #oh jinjoo #yoon soohyun #yoon soo hyun #tvn the devil judge #the devil judge #tdj #mine #lawful girlfriends

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