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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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it will come back [pt. 2] /// Yandere Shigaraki x f!Reader

Summary: You have a bad habit of picking up strays, and the half-dead villain you find bleeding out in a dumpster is no exception. [Part 1] [Part 3]

A/N: Title from the Hozier song—“don’t let it in with no intention to keep it / jesus christ, don’t be kind to it / oh honey don’t feed it / it will come back.”

Tags/warnings: yandere, violence (not directed toward reader), crying, Shiggy REALLY likes you, reader needs a friend and a good night’s sleep, non-explicit sexual content. [In later parts: 18+, sex, other stuff]

He—Tomura—keeps visiting.

At first you think it’s because of the free medical care, and you wish you had the spine to tell him to suck it up and go see a professional. After a couple weeks turn into a couple months and his wounds fade into ragged purple scars, though, you start to think differently.

Within a short time Tomura has figured out your work schedule, and he does a decent job of not showing up after your long shifts. The unavoidable consequence of this is that he ends up monopolizing your precious days off, but you come to the realization about a month and a half in that you don’t actually mind. You like it. It’s like spending time with a friend.

Mostly you guys talk. It doesn’t seem like Tomura really has anyone to talk to the way the two of you do, but that’s probably just you projecting. It’s usually shallow stuff—TV shows you like, video games he plays, funny stories from patients you treated. Sometimes when you’re cooking for yourself, you make extra for him. (It happens a lot, actually, and at one point you bring up how much his appetite is costing you and the next time you see him he brings a bag of rice and makes you a porridge that crunches between your teeth when you try to eat it. You can’t finish yours, but he eats an entire bowl and insists that you’re being picky.)

Sometimes he sleeps over on the couch, but he’s always gone when you wake up.

The two of you skirt around the heavier stuff, and you know it’s intentional on his part. You have to resist the urge to ask him about being a villain—he’s all but confirmed it for you, and it’s human nature to be curious, isn’t it? In the same way you can’t help looking at a car crash, you want to poke and prod and find out what it is, exactly, that Tomura does for a living. That part of his life is suspiciously absent from your discussions—if you didn’t know better, you’d think he spends all of his time sleeping and playing games and breaking into your place.

On the other hand, you don’t want to know. Plausible deniability. You can accept criminality in the abstract, but you’ve treated too many victims of the bullshit hero–villain battle to be comfortable really knowing why Tomura avoids public places.

So you don’t ask about it, and Tomura doesn’t tell, and you don’t look up his name. And it’s easy. It’s nice. You’d forgotten what it’s like to come back to a home that isn’t empty.

And then one day when you get off a few hours early from your shift, you stop by a convenience store to pick up some snacks for yourself (hey, you’ve been working hard, you’re entitled to binge a little on foods that you’re afraid to look at the fat content for), and you think, Hm, I wonder if Tomura wants some.

[You: 7:49 PM] > Are you coming over today? [T: 7:49 PM] > Yeah why [You: 7:51 PM] > Getting snacks > Want some? [T: 7:51 PM] > No

[T: 8:12 PM] > When r u coming back to ur place

[T: 8:58 PM] > Hey where are you

[T: 9:39 PM] > (Y/N)?

There’s a man with a gun in the convenience store.

It takes you a second to process at first. You’re standing in the snack food aisle seeking out Oreos and debating the merits of Double Stuf vs. Mega when you catch the mumbled demand and the metallic clicking noise you’ve only ever heard in movies before. It’s a gun—you know that, but your mind dismisses it because it’s ridiculous. Guns are rare in hero society. People don’t go around robbing bodegas at gunpoint anymore.

(You should know better. You work in a goddamn ER. But you compartmentalize, and the crimes you see written across your patients’ bodies stay out of the realm of your personal life because you need them to.)

It’s only when you see the muzzle of a hunting rifle pushed up to the cashier’s sweaty neck that you really understand what’s happening.

You drop to the ground immediately, looking toward the exit but it’s shut and there’s some kind of metal…thing holding the door closed. The cashier mumbles a denial and you can hear him fumble around with the cash drawer for what feels like ages.

It’s real. This is real. You’re in the middle of a robbery. Where are the heroes? Why isn’t anyone doing anything?

God, you’re a hypocrite, cowering behind the aisle divider and waiting for someone to step up while the robber’s demands get increasingly louder and more frantic. He wants money, and the cashier (who, you remember, is a man in his sixties with hands that shake with Parkinson’s when he holds out your receipt) isn’t being fast enough.

“That’s it? There’s no more? Are you fucking kidding me, there’s gotta be a safe or something—“

“No! No, p-please, I’m sorry, this is all I have!”

You cringe, crushing your eyes closed as if that will make it go away. You’re surprised you can hear at all over the sound of your blood rushing in your ears.

“Don’t fuck with me old man, I know there’s more! Show me the safe or I’ll blow your goddamn brains out!”

No! You have to do something. You can’t just sit here. You’ve heard plenty of death threats from your patients (not to mention that one from Tomura), and you know the difference between a bluff and a serious warning. Maybe you can catch the robber off guard, try to pull the gun away? You stand up quickly, hoping against hope that you won’t regret this, but in a split second you see that the cashier has the same idea and he’s trying to pull the rifle out of the robber’s hand and—

BANG.

Something warm and wet splatters across your face.

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Tomura is angry when you get back to the apartment. As soon as he hears your key in the lock he rises from your couch so he can grab your collar with three fingers, jerking your head up to force you to look at him. “Where have you been? Do you know how long I’ve been waiting—“

But he cuts short in the middle of his sentence. Maybe because he sees the look on your face. Or maybe he just notices the traces of blood you haven’t been able to wipe off.

“What happened,” Tomura says. It’s not a question. He adjusts his grip slightly so it’s not quite as punishing, but you hold still anyway.

You have to force your mouth open in order to speak, but when your voice comes out it’s more steady than you thought it would be. “It’s not my blood. There was a robbery at the store. The cashier got shot.”

“Oh.” He releases you and frowns. “That’s it?”

“Fuck you.” You push past him into the kitchen to get yourself a drink with trembling hands. Pantry’s out of shōchū, whiskey will just make you sicker—ahh, there it is. Baijiu. The glug glug glug of the liquor into the glass does nothing to put your nerves at ease, but you pour yourself a double anyway.

“Wait—wait.” Tomura’s hands twitch and rub over his arms like he’s trying to stop himself from grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. “Calm down. Why are you so upset? Don’t you see this stuff every day?”

You do. You’re an ER nurse. There’s no injury you haven’t seen. But it’s not about the blood. “I...I knew him. The cashier. He was nice. He had a grandkid on the way. I—“ You bite your lip and down the baijiu in one gulp. It burns.

Tomura clearly doesn’t know how to comfort you; probably doesn’t even really know why you need to be comforted. What does it mean that death is so meaningless to him? you wonder. But you need someone to listen to you, clueless or not, and Tomura will have to do.

The baijiu is still bitter and hot down your throat when you speak again. “You know something? Know what they asked me when the heroes finally showed up and pulled us out of there, me and the corpse?”

“…What?” Tomura asks warily.

“They stuck a camera in my face and asked me if there was anything I wanted to say to the hero who saved me. Any words of gratitude I wanted to share,” you spit. Now it’s your turn to feel your hands making fists at your sides. Your fingernails scratch into your palms like the pain can be an outlet for the sudden overwhelming fury spilling over you. “They didn’t save him. They were too late.”

Tomura’s eyes widen, and through your curtain of anger you can tell he’s looking at you in a way he’s never looked at you before. It’s unlike him to even look directly at you, and when he does it’s usually in disinterest or half-sincere irritation. This, though…this is different. He’s watching you like a believer watches a prophet. You can tell—or at least some deep, ugly part of you that you hope is wrong can tell—that he’s trying not to smile.

“I hate this,” you say, and the first tear drips out of your eye and runs down your cheek. It’s awful. You don’t want to cry in front of Tomura. You don’t want to show him how weak you are. But before you can wipe it away, Tomura’s hand comes up and does it for you, smearing the tear over your cheek in a gesture that—for him—is oddly tender.

Then he hugs you.

It’s stiff and awkward, like he’s forgotten how to do it, but the intention is clear. His arms fold around your back, pulling you into his chest while his chin makes its way to rest on your shoulder. He’s leaning into you so deeply that your spine is arched back, and you stagger away from him only for him to step closer again to make up the distance.

“It’s not fair, hm,” he murmurs into your hair. His tone is the closest thing to sympathy you’ve ever heard from him, but there’s an undercurrent of excitement you can’t ignore. “They’re always too late, aren’t they? The heroes… And everyone will watch that video of you thanking the heroes, and they’ll think they’re safe too. They’ll keep going about their lives and think that nothing bad can happen to them because a hero will always be around to save them…but you and I know that’s a lie.”

It takes you a second to recognize the emotion that’s raising goosebumps over your arms while Tomura rubs circles into your back, but when it clicks you shiver because it’s fear. You’ve never really been afraid of Tomura before, even when you should’ve been. Does he realize he’s backing you up with how forcefully he’s pushing himself into you? The backs of your knees hit the arm of your couch and you topple onto it with Tomura following.

He holds himself above you on his hands, legs tangled with yours. His eyes are wild and he’s not even trying to suppress his grin now. You’re trapped lying on your back under him—pinned like a butterfly under glass.

“Get off of me,” you say as calmly as you can.

“It’s all a lie, all of it…” A hand comes up and strokes your cheek, rubbing with two fingers at a stray fleck of blood on your neck. “I’m sorry it had to be like this, but I’m so glad you understand…”

“Let me up now, Tomura.”

He holds still for a long moment—waiting, thinking, considering—and then sits up, still straddling you but loosely enough that you can scramble back away from him on the couch. Your heart is racing, but you try to slow your breaths so he doesn’t pick up on how scared you are.

“Don’t freak out. You’re no fun,” Tomura says, and you exhale a sigh of relief at how normal he sounds. You never thought you’d be so happy about him looking at you like you’re nothing.

“I think you should go,” you say carefully.

He rocks back on his heels and runs a hand through his hair. “Are you mad? I thought I could stay here tonight, like usual. Since I waited for so long.”

“I’m not mad. I just…want to be alone.”

“I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be alone tonight. Not after what you’ve been through.”

Oh, now you care. “Fine. Okay? Fine. You can sleep on the couch.” You’re too tired to argue any more, and you’ve never really been good at convincing Tomura to do anything he doesn’t want to. It’s a miracle he listened to you when you told him to get off you. Considering how often he breaks into your apartment, it’s not like you could keep him out anyway.

So he stays the night. He doesn’t bother you when you take a shower and go to bed, he just lies on the couch in his street clothes. When you wake up in the morning he’s disappeared like he always does, and for the first time since you met him you’re truly relieved that he’s gone.

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You always thought it would take some level of courage you don’t possess to actually bite the bullet and look Tomura up. To do so would mean saying goodbye to whatever strange relationship the two of you have built over the months, and you’re just not brave enough to risk it.

Turns out it’s not courage that makes you type his name into the search bar. It’s cowardice. You’re lying in bed under the covers when you do it, and the blue-white screen of your laptop is the only light in the room. Your comforter is pulled up almost over your head like it’s a wall that can block out reality.

“tomura”, you enter into the search bar, but you don’t hit return. Instead, you look at the search suggestions.

> tomura shigaraki > tomura shigaraki league of villains > tomura shigaraki decay

Something about it sounds familiar. But you’re not ready. Still, after everything, you’d rather keep your eyes closed. You backspace and snap your laptop shut, and when you do your room is so dark that you think the emptiness might swallow you up.

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[T: 5:52 PM] > Are u going to be at home tn

[T: 6:14 PM] > Hey check ur phone

[T: 6:42 PM] > Stop ignoring me > (Y/N) > (Y/N) > (Y/N) > (Y/N) > (Y/N)

[T: 6:46 PM] 3 MISSED CALLS [You: 6:50 PM] > I’m at work [T: 6:50 PM] > Don’t lie > you finished an hour ago

[T: 7:13 PM] 1 MISSED CALL [T: 7:14 PM] > You said you werent mad [You: 7:15 PM] > I’m not [T: 7:15 PM] > Then stop being a brat > im coming over > ill bring takeout

You’re nervous about seeing him, but in the two weeks since he pushed you down on the couch you’ve found yourself…missing him. Like it or not, he’s made himself a fixture in your life. So when you get home you’re brimming with anticipation, wondering who you’ll get when you open the door—the normal Tomura you’ve come to like over the past few months, or the one from that night. The villain.

But it’s just him. Good old Tomura, laden with plastic bags and containers of greasy fast food for the two of you to gorge yourselves on. You tease him for being cheap and he argues that you’re just a snob and everything seems so normal that you can almost forget the look in his red eyes when he told you that you understood.

Almost.

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You probably have no idea how good you look when you’re crying.

Of the couple thousand views on the news channel video of your “rescue” from the convenience store robber, at least a tenth are from Tomura. Eventually he just downloads the video onto his computer so he doesn’t have to read the inane comments that the other viewers leave on the webpage. It seems like everyone but him thinks you should feel lucky that you were saved by a hero before the robber could get to you, too.

As always, the public are a bunch of shit-soaked morons. Reading the comments makes him angry, so angry he’s tempted to look into a few of these brainless sheep and see how lucky they feel when they’ve caught the attention of a violent criminal. But that wouldn’t be productive, so he saves the video externally and leaves the news website alone. It’s for the best. Besides, seeing the “views” counter on the website tick up and up by the dozen every time he refreshes is just another reminder that other people are watching this; other people are seeing how delicate and vulnerable and pretty you are with tears spilling out of your eyes and the cashier’s blood sprayed over your clothing.

Thousands of useless fucking NPCs are looking at you just like Tomura is. They’re probably thinking about how sweet you look, just like he is. And they’re probably imagining all the ways they can take advantage of your fragile emotional state, just like him.

You’re too trusting for your own good. Tomura used to think it was a virtue, and it is, but only when it comes to him. Whenever he thinks about how your face is slapped over a dozen different news websites for the whole world to see, he has to dig his fingernails into his neck to keep calm. It’s better when he can just watch the video and pretend he’s the only one seeing it.

And it’s not like not watching the video is an option. Tomura can’t resist your crying face. There’s a point around the three minute mark where your voice breaks in the middle of your statement, and sometimes Tomura skips there in the video just so he can hear that pathetic little sob and replay it over and over and over. Maybe it’s sappy, but Tomura really does feel his heart skip a beat at the way your eyes and nose are rubbed red from your misery.

How fucked up is it that he gets off watching you cry?

Would you be angry if you knew? You probably would, but you put up with so much from him already. Maybe you’d be okay with it if he told you he really and truly tried to hold out. The first dozen times Tomura watched the video, he refused to touch himself no matter how tight his pants got while you choked out your stilted answers to the reporters’ questions, but at this point he barely has to click “play” on the video before he gets hard and takes matters into his own hands.

At the end of the day, it’s your fault. Everything about you is so erotic, from your shaky voice to your pouty, bitten-red lips. Isn’t it completely normal to be aroused while looking at the person you like? And Tomura likes you, he really likes you. He doesn’t have any pictures of you, and with the high definition of the news channel’s video he can see every perfect contour of your cheekbones, every pore in your skin, every glistening wet eyelash.

It’s not that Tomura doesn’t feel sympathy for how upset you are in the video. He does! Not even just sympathy, even—he’s empathetic. He knows exactly how it feels to be let down by the heroes. How dare they tell you you need to be grateful while you’re still trying to wipe brain matter off your shirt? Always too little, too late. It’s not fair.

But if he’s being honest? As miserable as you are, Tomura is happy that you were in the store when that robber came in and that you had to watch a man you knew get his brains blown out in front of you. You need a wake-up call to lose faith in hero society. If you have to suffer some emotional trauma in the process, that seems like a fair price to pay.

And the fact that Tomura gets to jerk off to it? It’s almost like destiny.

➠ [Part 3]

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theglowyscorpio · 3 years

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all set | eren x reader

a/n: this is a story in the making, currently available at AO3 and Wattpad. If you like it, please don't hesitate to give me some kudos, leave a comment or maybe follow me on my social media! <3 Any feedback is highly appreciated since I'm just getting started!

pairing: eren yeager x female reader

tags: mature content, alternate universe (modern setting), college/university, recreational drug use, implied sexual content, M/F, F/F, the author is not religious lmao

word count: 4.3k

current chapters: 2/?

playlist: this one was made with a particular playlist in mind. they are really great songs that help to convey this chapter, so I hope you have a time to check them out! :)

a. slomosa - kevin b. upsahl - drugs c. rosenfeld - like u d. kaiba - overdose e. lil kapow - tinman f. bodega - how did this happen!?

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all set

I lost count of how many parties I went to this week. There was one at Shina, another at... Sasha's. Wait, was it? Or Ymir's? Honestly, both their houses look fairly similar and we always see the same faces over and over again, regardless of where we are getting wasted. Definitely two at my house. The timeline is blurry at this point. If my liver could talk, it would spit out "Screw you, Eren." and I wouldn't be able to disagree.

Classes will start next week so everyone is acting like we're going to stop doing all this for the rest of the semester. That never happens.

I barely enter Reiner's house and the music is already piercing my head. My ears will soon tell me to go screw myself too. The bass was loud. But it was good.

— Hey, finally — Reiner says, giving a hard slap in my back. I can't even get mad at him because he probably didn't mean for it to hurt. Fucking strong bastard.

— Sorry. Lost track of time.

— You know where the things are — he leaves me behind and disappears through the noisy music.

It's hot inside. August has been particularly cruel this year. I'm using a black t-shirt, which is luckily pretty thin, and my black Adidas pants that are somewhat breathable. My hair is in a bun. I will probably be sweating soon, though. Reiner's AC won't do miracles with this amount of people since it is specially packed today. I guess I might see some new faces tonight, huh.

This fact already makes things more interesting.

I walk through the room and then arrive in the kitchen. Connie and Sasha are there.

— Eren!! — I barely open my mouth to talk and Sasha is already giving me whatever weird drink they made. Their drinks sometimes are... unusual, for the lack of a better word. Most of the time they are simply pure shit. They call it scout's fuel, always the same name regardless of what's inside. Maybe that's why my liver hates me so much.

— Thanks — I'm already used to the goddamn gasoline taste — I guess you both want to get us wasted tonight.

— It's our personal mission, so enjoy the fuel — Connie says laughing, raising his plastic cup. I love this duo – who doesn't? – and I can't help but laugh with them, even though it tastes so bad — Everyone is already here, come on — I follow them and find all the familiar faces I've seen all week: Bertholdt, Historia, Ymir, Mikasa, Annie, Armin, Jean, everyone.

The girls look hot, even though I'm used to them. Either way, I avoid hooking up with my friends since the last time didn't work so well. It's better to avoid Mikasa today.

We all sit together while drinking. I light a joint I had already prepared at home and say — Am I crazy or is Reiner's party bigger than usual? —, releasing the smoke a few seconds after. This one is the best grass we could get around our area, I've saved it primarily for today and now I see that might have been a great decision on my part. I'm glancing through the room and looking for some girls, might share this shit with one - or a few - of them later.

— Thank god, I was tired of seeing your ugly faces every fucking time — Jean says. The girls look at him and he rushes to add — I mean, the boys, of course. It's always nice looking at all of you, ladies.

It's not enough to avoid Annie's kick anyway — We can say the same of you, horse face.

Reiner arrives at the perfect time and explains — Since the new semester starts Monday, news about today traveled fast and we got a lot more company than usual.

— Do you know all of them, Reiner? — Historia asks — I've talked to a bunch of them tonight and there are people from all over the campus and from all years as well — Historia always looks pretty, her blonde hair shining even in the low light of the party. Guys make a line to talk to her at all parties so there's no surprise that she's already familiarized with the whole scenario. I wonder what Ymir thinks of it. Probably followed her during this little field trip.

— Hell, no — he grabs the joint of my hand and sucks deeply — I know some of them and some are Bertholdt's friends but there are some random people.

— I bet Reiner knows a lot of the girls — I take my joint back from his fingers — I assume they aren't Bertholdt's friends, though — and grin.

— Hey, I don't see you with any new company either, dude — Bertholdt tries to grab my weed as well, but I avoid his advances. He instead grabs my cup and drinks all of it, leaving me empty. He makes a funny face at the taste. Suit yourself, man, I think to myself, laughing on the inside.

— Yeah, but I'll work on it in a sec — I tease him knowing that he can't handle much of Sasha and Connie's fuel. He always knocks out before everyone. I hope he realizes he needs to stay awake to try anything with Annie. Someday. He simply never gets there.

Hange arrives almost falling over Ymir and spilling her drink on the floor in the process — I think we should all make a toast and make this last party a wild ride!!! — her yelling stabbing us louder than the music.

— Bitch, you are this fucking drunk already? — Ymir says to her, holding Hange's weight on her back — What the hell did the gasoline duo do to you?

— Okay okay, enough with the questions, let me fill your cups because this is the night! — Sasha says, just pouring all that mystery liquid that soon will go straight to our heads — Also, Reiner, where's the food?

We raise our plastic cups and Connie yells — To the new semester! — and we drink, feeling the immediate burn on our throats. It's hard being a scout.

— I need to get laid today — Jean says as he lays his back on the couch — Gonna arrive for the classes pretty motivated next week — he then rests his left arm at the back pillow, behind Mikasa's head.

— You should start roaming, then — her cold delivery puts Jean's subtle attempt at flirting six feet under the ground, as usual. It was pretty damn quick, but I could notice Mikasa glancing at me and then looking the other way. Yeah, I think I need to start roaming soon, too.

— That sounds great, then let's do that!!! — Hange grabs Jean by the arm and they disappear amongst the crowd.

— When all this fun ends, I'll be the one who will probably have to take him home after he gets slapped by some girls — Armin and Jean live with me so we normally go back together. Armin is the responsible one between us, which is not exactly hard considering how Jean and I are — Gonna at least drink some beer before that happens.

— I'll go with you, this drink sucks — Annie says, finishing the drink anyway and following him. We always drink the last drop of it, we never learn.

The girls went dancing, the music was exceptionally good today. A lot of bands I already liked plus some I have never heard before. I need to remember to ask Reiner for this playlist later. Connie was already surrounded by a different group, everyone likes to talk to him. He is popular. The rest dispersed as well and I could hear Hange's screams far away. This is going to be a night for her, indeed.

I start walking around, meeting a lot of people from my classes and others from the campus in general. I talk to all of them and drink a lot in the process, which feeds my need for nicotine every time. I grab my pack of cigarettes and while smoking, I see Levi.

— I must be dreaming — I say, letting the smoke leave my lips with a smile. It reaches him and looks at me with a deadly expression. He is smoking as well, but he only admits one specific brand of cigarettes and hates all the others. Levi usually doesn't show up at these "brat" parties, as he likes to say, since he's a few years older than us. I normally see him at Shina's, which is a popular club slash bar near our university. He's the owner so we all met him there, after going so many times. Shina has the best parties and the best drinks of all the clubs near us. And it couldn't be any other way, since Levi is a perfectionist. There's also a small stage there, where indie bands perform from time to time. My band does some gigs there sometimes.

— Hey — he replies, as cold as ever. He's Mikasa's cousin, so they have the same expressions and hard-to-approach vibe — Already high, I see.

— Always. In fact, today I hope to be higher than usual. What miracle brings you here?

— Some people from the staff decided to come here today so there are fewer brats to piss me off — he drinks what's probably a high priced whiskey and continues — and there's a new girl at the club so we have been showing her the area for a few weeks now.

— There's a lot of new girls here today — although I know Levi doesn't give a crap.

— So? — yeah, he doesn't.

Levi is a pretty successful business owner and even I have to admit that he's hot – is not only common knowledge but a mutual agreement between everyone –, so girls are always trying to get him, but he doesn't screw most of them. He doesn't fuck brats, period. He says he doesn't have the patience. That makes the girls even more desperate. He has the highest standards of every guy I know. When he was still in university – the same we all go –, he screwed not only the hottest girls but also the professors - which went after him and not the other way around. At least that's what I've heard. I think Levi never had to actively look for any girl, to be honest.

I can only laugh at his reply. That's just so him.

— If you want more stuff than what's already in your system, Floch is over there.

— I want, actually. I was going to look for him — I see Floch's red hair among some folks. Floch is usually as busy as Connie but with less than half of the charisma.

He finishes his cigarette, blowing its last white smoke into the air, and we both hear a loud HELL YEAH!! coming from all the other way across the room — Tsk, is that Hange?

— Pfft, it was before, I think it's Sasha now — he doesn't laugh at my reply. He never does. I think hell would freeze while heaven catches on fire.

I think about the music again. It's so good today, what the hell — Hey Levi, don't you think this playlist is too high quality for a Reiner party? I don't get it, his music taste is always pure trash.

— That's from our new girl — he drinks the last drops of his whiskey and starts to leave — You might find her around here — he then suddenly stops and looks at me — Don't get your hopes up, though.

I am not able to ask what he meant by that because he leaves too quickly. Time to look for Floch.

— Hey, Flo-

— Here.

— You didn't even let me finish.

— I know what you want. You are not in the mood for cocaine so you want MD instead, blah-blah-blah-blah. Is that kind of night — he pauses for mere seconds — Am I wrong, Eren?

— Nope, right as usual — Floch is the main person you go to when you need drugs. I mean, good drugs. He looks like your standard rich boy – which he is, by the way – that can do no wrong, but you can get the best stuff from him. I've always found this funny. The weed I have today was his work. He knows my taste well.

Reiner's frat house is huge, so there's plenty of room to walk. I'm approached by a bunch of girls on the way but for some reason, none of them piques my interest. I am pretty set on going after something new today and I have no problem getting laid. It happened every single day this week and it truly happens anytime I want. Which, okay, boosts my ego a little bit. Maybe a lot. I might even have hurt some girls in the process. I was never slapped though, unlike Jean. So that's a win in my book.

I see a few of my friends again, mainly Historia and Reiner, and they are talking to a girl I've never seen before.

She has long black hair and short messy bangs, the kind that goes a little above the eyebrows. I didn't know black hair was my thing until now. Her face has the perfect features, at least for me. She's wearing a sleeveless white top that is so tight that hugs her figure perfectly and makes her breasts look amazing. That type of top that shows the girl's side boob, and I'm a total sucker for those. It is also short so you can see a bit of her waist. And I don't even have to see her ass because I already know it is probably too damn good. Her light blue ripped jeans are cool as well and she has black sneakers. I like her style. She has a bunch of tattoos - a lot on her right arm, one on her left hand, and probably some that I couldn't see because they were behind her clothes. I intended to, though.

Fuck, she's hot.

Historia looks mesmerized talking to her, which is a very privileged view from where I stand because, as I've already said before, she is also beautiful. But she isn't exactly hot. This girl is. Way too much. Oh, and Reiner is there too. Whatever.

I can see a lot of guys want to approach her but none of them do. I went for it. Wasn't this night supposed to be wild?

— Hey, Eren! Guess what, Y/N is the new DJ at Shina! I was telling her how we go there all the time.

— Hi, Eren, nice to meet you — she says, with that kind of smile that people who know they are hot make. I do that too.

— Hey, Y/N — I say. And as I told you seconds before, I'm good with that type of smile as well so that's what she gets — Levi told me he came with the staff and a new girl, so I suppose that's you.

— Yeah, I'll start there next week.

— I talked to him about the party's playlist because I knew it couldn't be Reiner's.

— Yeah, it's Y/N's. She prepared it for the party when I invited the guys from Shina yesterday. We were in the same high school. — Reiner says that looking at me with a face that shows "See that, dickhead? I've known her for some years now".

— It's pretty good! I can't wait for the next party at Shina's to see your set! — Historia was always an angel.

REINER, WHERE'S THE REST OF THE ICE, MAN??, someone screamed far away.

— Shit. Catch up with you later, Y/N.

Too bad, huh, Reiner? He gives me a look that I can't quite figure out what it is, but I know for sure it wasn't a look of support. In the fucking slightest.

— I think Ymir is calling me as well, sorry!! — It was painfully obvious that Ymir wanted to make out with Historia for some time now. They never did. I think only Historia hasn't realized yet that Ymir is thirsty for her for god knows how long.

After Historia left, there was only me and her — So, by any chance, do you go to the same university as us? You look our age but Levi said you are new here — I tried asking this without looking at her body, but looking at her face was even worse. Her eyes were piercing me in the best way possible.

— I'm not exactly new, I'm from the same uni as you guys, but I took a gap year — she takes a sip of her drink — You probably never met me but I'm in the same year as you all are now.

Since Reiner knew her from high school, he also knew she was at the same university all along and never told any of the guys. Smart fucker.

— So that makes you a year older than me — I smirk at her.

— I guess it does — she smirks back as she lights up a cigarette and blows the smoke at me.

Ok, looking good so far.

I'm pretty high at this point, the MD and the music are making me horny, so I don't even bother to pretend that I'm not looking at her body. I'm looking at everything.

— You took something, didn't you?

— Do you want some? I can show you later where to get the best stuff. Anything you are in the mood for.

— I'm all set — she shows me her tongue and I see the acid. The view makes my own tongue feel lonely, maybe I should use it to steal that from her mouth. I hope she's horny as well.

We talk a lot about music since it's something that we both enjoy. She's passionate about it, I can tell. She asks about my band with true interest. Doesn't sound like small talk. She touches her hair and it makes me want to stuff my face in it. She has the smile that makes you want more. Her voice has the same effect.

The loud music allows us to talk near each other's ears. I hope she moans as loud as her playlist. The girls usually love my hair for some reason, either if it's in a messy bun as it is right now or if it's loose. They all love my green eyes too. She can see all that with somewhat detail since we are so close, even though it is a little dark here. If I take you to a room you can see me better, I almost blurb it out. I can see her too and that kills me.

She looks receptive to me but normally at this point I would be already hooking up with the girl. This time it isn't happening. I never have to work so much. I think I understand why the other guys didn't approach her before. She's a little intimidating to talk to, and that comes naturally to her – it doesn't seem to be on purpose. I flirt with her the way I normally do but she is hard to get, she hits every ball I throw. I remember what Levi said before. Oh, right.

But I'm vibing way too much at this point, I think if I touch any part of her I'll get hard immediately.

— This gap year you've mentioned... Did you go anywhere specific?

— I know it will sound cliché, but I went to Europe.

— Where in Europe?

— Everywhere — she says — I went down — the corner of her lips forming a smile — And up. Everywhere. — and I can swear she sounds flirtatious as hell. I want to bite her lip.

— That sounds... Awesome. — I think she wants to bite me too, or at least I hope she does — Was there any particular reason to leave? If that's not too much to ask.

— Hm, I was kinda... — she stops to think for a few seconds as she holds her hair up and makes a ponytail, looking at the ground, the cigarette glued to her now closed lips. Her neck became exposed, it looks soft as hell and I can't wait to bruise it. She releases the smoke, that flows into the room, and looks deep into my eyes, as deep as I want to be inside her right now — ...stressed.

I reach my limit at this point.

— I can help you with the stress if you want.

— Really? — she's looking at me with the same teasing look and I'm doing the same, so we both know that's not a question I have to answer. Her tongue quickly passes through her top lip, her mouth forming a little wet smile — I don't think I need any help though.

I threw the ball and she hit a home run. My team was out.

I was not expecting that.

We hear some of the guys from Shina calling for her — Oh, they are calling me — Y/N looks at me again and says — See you around, Eren — giving me the same fucking grin I wanted to bite before.

She walks away and I see that her ass is, as I suspected from the very beginning, too damn good.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

After this, some time has passed. I look at the clock. Yeah, maybe a lot. I couldn't tell before because I'm drunk and drugged. I see most of my friends, all fucking wasted. Armin is holding up pretty well, Bertholdt's is knocked down for God knows how long, Mikasa probably smoked way too much weed (who am I to judge?) and looks dead on the couch. I don't see Ymir, Historia nor Reiner - there are too many people in this house to keep count. Sasha's eating something in the kitchen, I can't see what it is, but certainly, she got hungrier than normal after smoking some pot Connie gave her. Connie always holds his drinks well, he's still talking to a lot of people. I pass in front of one of the bathrooms and Hange is there, getting everything out of her system. Oh, and Ymir. There she is, holding Hange's hair, looking as pissed as ever. Levi probably went home hours ago. Jean is making out with some chick, he's going to score tonight. To be fair, he always does, but never with Mikasa.

I saw a lot of pretty girls today and I went for none of them. They tried and I shut them down, even the ones I normally fuck. There's someone I want to taste tonight and she's nowhere to be found. The guys from Shina are missing too, so I know I won't see her today anymore. Damn.

I'm not pissed at her but I'm pissed at the situation.

— Armin, I think I'm going to take off, are you coming?

— Yeah, I'm already pretty tired — he gets up — Jean's probably going to stay here.

— Yep. Probably. — Am I pissed that Jean's getting laid? Even though I could have as well? With someone else, at least? My mood feels off.

— I'm going with you too, I've lost count of how many assholes I had to shut down today. I think I even punched a few — I don't have to look to know that's Annie speaking — You were right, Eren, is it especially crowded today. In the shittiest way possible.

— Then let's go.

— Wait, I need to get my bag first, I left it in Reiner's room.

— I can get that for you, wait up.

— It's a black one. Small.

I sign a thumbs up for her and climb the stairs. I am hundred percent sure I'm going to see someone fucking there but that's the usual. I'm pretty sure I've already seen some people screwing in the corner of the living room minutes before. No one cares.

I open the door and see Y/N in her underwear, putting her white top back on. She does indeed have other tattoos.

— Hey there! — she says smiling, as she also puts her jeans back up, making little jumps so they pass through her ass. Her hair is not in a ponytail anymore.

I say hi in a confusing way.

— I came here to get my friend's bag — I look around for milliseconds like I don't know where the hell I am until I see Reiner lying - clearly naked - under his sheets. Can't be anyone else, with that bleached hair and huge biceps.

What? Ahn?

Hey... Wait a second.

Historia? Clearly naked as well? What. The. Hell. I guess she's not exactly the angel I thought she was?

They are sort of awake, sort of sleeping, kinda like on a different planet. You know, the type of thing that happens after a really strong fuck? That sort. They look exhausted. They look destroyed. And not in a bad way. AT ALL.

— Oh, I saw a bag before. Here you go — she gives me Annie's bag. She's all dressed now. She notices my confusion, I'm too high to act any other way — I've told you I don't need any help — her eyes piercing mine for the hundredth time tonight. Her smile hurts now. Ouch.

She grabs her sneakers and walks towards me and the door:

— I'm all set.

She leaves the room as I hold Annie's bag.

Yeah. I was not expecting that.

***

Thanks for reading (if there's even anyone here lmao). Chapter 2 will be uploaded later but it can be read now at AO3 or Wattpad.

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horrorslashergirl · 4 years

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Well hello this is my firts time talking to you I was wondering if you could make a second part of “Home sweet home, wife”it was amazing I love it thank u so much

Part 1 here

That is a surprise because I didn’t plan for this to be a two-parts, but here it is! Also, I try to work more on Jesses’ dark side, try to keep him in character as much as possible. This has some NSFW content with non-con, just a heads-up if you are too sensitive.

Chromeskull x Reader- Home sweet home, wife! Part 2

Jesse was in his study, a glass filled with whiskey in one hand while the other one twirled one of his hunting knives, looking over the shiny blade as his thoughts were running back to you. Even after that bloody workout he still felt the tension in his body and he grew frustrated with every minute.

You were probably sobbing, locked in his bedroom and he felt the anger begin to surface. He basically gave you what any woman could want; money, clothes, jewelry, the luxury that most would trade their souls for and here you were all defiant.

Jesse was a patient man, but even his own could break at some point, and after almost four months of trying to make you fall for him and give in, he began to wonder if he should just take it. He could, you had no power against him, trapped in his own house at his full mercy.

Finishing up his whiskey he got up from the leather arm-chair, stalking out of his study and upstairs to his bedroom. A sigh left his scarred lips as he opened the giant doors to the master bedroom, seeing you look out the big window.

Your eyes locked on his as you heard him come inside. You were relaxed, after so many encounters with him you weren’t afraid anymore, but just vigilant in case he decided to really get out the heavy treatment.

“What do you want?” you asked, venom lacing your voice.

Jesse didn’t show any emotions, he was lost in thoughts of why he came here or what he planned to do. One thing he knew, he wanted to see you.

Taking out his phone he began to type his message. That was the only way he could make his thoughts known on you, seeing how you didn’t know ASL. Walking towards you, he showed the screen of the black and silver phone.

‘I wanted to see you.’

You scoffed at the message. You were tired of this bullshit already, all this wife-husband thing was just his sick fantasy and by Gods, he was driving you insane. You debated what you should do. Fight him? That would most likely end with him winning; he was twice your size!

A sly idea hit you, but it was very risky and you had to be careful or else you might end up buried 6 feet underground. Well, you didn’t have other ideas.

“Alright.” you said, trying to sound assertive. Jesse gave you a confused look, not getting what you meant.

You took slow steps toward him, your eyes locked with his brown functional one. He stiffed once you were just inches away from him, your hands running up his chest, towards his neck, your fingertips brushing the pale skin.

His mouth parted, half-lidded brown eye looking down at your figure.

“You know...I’m tired of fighting.” you declared, resting your forehead against his clothes chest, one of his hands running up your back to your hair, massaging the scalp.

You couldn’t deny that it felt nice. No, not nice; wonderful. Not having human contact made you so sensitive and you couldn’t deny that you longed for affection. Still, you needed to keep yourself in check if you wanted this plan to work.

Jesse on the other side was over the moon when he heard you say these words. Were you finally giving in, surrendering to him? A sigh of pleasure left your lips, your eyes opening to look up to his face again.

If you could describe a desperate man in need of affection then Jesse was the perfect image. He looked at you with such vulnerability in his brown eye, like an animal that was starved. He leaned his face closer to yours, maintaining the eye contact as his lips inched towards yours until they were flush against yours.

The kiss started slow, careful, then it got heavy as he noted that you were actually kissing back, his tongue rubbing against your bottom-lip asking for entrance. You were kind of hesitant, not knowing if things would do to deep.

A hand grasping your hip made you open your mouth and he took the opportunity to push his tongue inside, the tip brushing against yours in dance for dominance.

You had to stop this or else things wouldn’t go according to plan. All you needed was to take the keys to his Bentley, kick him in the balls and make a run for the door. Simple.

Only for things to take a dark turn, when he roughly grasped both of your asscheeks, picking you up like a ragdoll, a show of pure masculine strength and before you knew it your back hit the bed, the feeling of cold metal at your wrists.

Your eyes widened when you came down from all that kissing and finally realized that Jesse handcuffed you to his bed.

Jesse looked down at you with a smug look, wagging the keys to his car in front of your face.

‘Looking for this, doll?’ he typed on his phone, making your eyes widen with fear. He knew? How did he know? Were you that obvious?

“H-How?” you asked in a shutter, trying to make as much space between you and him, only for him to pin his body over your waist, each of his leg on either side of your body and his crotch way too close to your face, making your cheeks heat you.

‘You think I’m stupid, piggy? Although it was very brave of you to get so close into the tigers' cage.’

That made you shiver in fear, his words making you wonder what he planned to do. You would so much bite his dick off, but you knew then he would probably kick your teeth out.

‘I hate liars and much more so fake piggies. Now, I might forgive you, if you will be a good little piggy for daddy.’ your face was probably priceless to Jesse when you read this message, your eyes looking up from the screen to his smirking face.

The real fear began to course through your body when his hands moved to the belt and zipper of his black slacks.

One last message was typed on the phone for your eyes.

‘No teeth, piggy.’

Oh God no...

#Laid to rest 2009 #Chromeskull: Laid to rest 2 #Chromeskull #Jesse Cromeans #chromeskull x reader #jesse cromeans x reader #slasher x reader #horror movie

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imagine-the-fanfics · 3 years

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Honesty -- Part 2

Characters: Goro Majima x Reader X Daigo Dojima

Warnings: Abuse (verbal), cheating, softcore (brief), toxic relationship traits

Inspiration: Prompt – “I stay awake constantly. I’m always awake. Always. I’m scared that if I fall asleep, I’ll see your face, and I can’t do it. I just can’t.”; “i hate u, i love u (feat. Olivia o’Brien)” by gnash; “Invincible” by Crossfade; “Everything Stays (feat. Olivia Olson)” by Adventure Time

A/n: I don’t know what to add. I feel like I’m not having a lot to add to fics lately.

Months had passed since you saw Majima last. His existence haunted yours; every so often he would randomly pop into your mind, memories the two of you shared playing back like a movie. It was at its worst when you dreamt about him, only to wake up next to Daigo.

The relationship was toxic, that was undeniable. There was nothing good that came from it, and it was better that it die and be left behind.

The love was consuming, that, too, was undeniable. You had never loved anyone as fiercely as you loved him, and you fully believed you would never feel that deep of a love for anyone else.

When your relationship with Daigo went public, your life changed. Majima was forced back into your life, and it was painful. Every time you saw him was a stab to your gut. He always had this blank look in his eyes, the fire that had drawn you in was barely an ember now. He was still the Mad Dog, but the mask slipped more than it stuck these days. You’d heard that he was seen around town spending his money on women and whiskey; rarely spending more than a handful of nights with each of them, and those nights were never in succession.

A year passed since your break up with Majima, and your engagement was formally announced.

Your engagement party was the worst of those moments. Daigo had picked your dress, just like how he picked everything in your life now. Once you agreed to marry him, he had started being more controlling. If you went anywhere, you went with guards. If you wanted to go shopping for clothes, Daigo had final say over what you bought. If you went out to eat, he ordered for you. You knew walking into this that you would likely end up in a loveless marriage, but you hadn’t expected to end up feeling like property and absolutely fucking miserable.

So there you stood, in a black halter dress with a cut out window creating a pseudo sweetheart neckline. The halter straps emerged from the side of your dress, connecting where your collarbones met, leaving you and your cleavage very exposed. You overheard someone joke about how your breasts looked ready to jump out and join the party, but Daigo paid it no mind. The bodice was so tight you had a hard time breathing, but skirt was a floor-length A-line with a slit in the side starting at your hip. Diamonds decorated your neck, your wrists, your ears, your feet— the wealth of your fiancé displayed on you like an intricate mannequin.

You stood next to your fiancé, smiling and thanking people as they gave the two of you wishes of congratulations. Some of them had gifts, but they were directed to a table where they could be placed. So many people came and went that the endless parade blurred into one single stream. So many new faces to memorize, even more returning faces you scrambled to remember. There were easily a thousand people here, if not more. You were here to greet all of them.

The Majima’s depression was written in his blank stare, the bags under his eyes, the smell of whiskey on his breath. He’d watched you from afar, greeting everyone while at Daigo’s side and it made him sick. He slammed the rest of his whiskey before getting in line.

Your heart broke when Majima came to offer his congratulations. He was clearly well on his way to being drunk, and he looked like he was completely dead inside. Still, you kept the façade of a happy bride-to-be, smiling and thanking him. You could feel Daigo’s eyes on you, watching for any hint of an emotional connection to Majima, and you were more than happy to deny it. Still, you couldn’t help but watch as Majima left.

After the greeting was dinner. You and Majima couldn’t help but make eye contact, and each time it became harder and harder to keep the façade together. You managed to choke down the food you’d been served with a smile on your face. Once dinner was finished, you asked Daigo for permission to step outside. He waved you away and you stepped out onto the balcony, looking at the bustling street below.

You hadn’t expected to see Majima already standing there, leaning against the railing with a cigarette in his fingers. You watched him take a drag, and you kept watching him after. There was so much inside you that you wanted to say, that you had to say. Instead, you turned to go inside. The peace of mind you had come here to find was nonexistent.

“You don’t have to leave,” Majima said before you could take another step. You turned your head and torso to look at him. “Not on my account at least. You’re Dojima’s woman now, you don’t have to worry about me trying anything.” The fake accent you had loved was gone.

You looked inside for a moment and then towards the railing of the balcony, continuing your path to the railing. You leaned against it next to Majima.

“Mind sharing?” You asked, looking at his cigarette.

“Since when do you smoke?” Majima asked with a raised eyebrow but a tone of concern. Still, he obliged, handing you a cigarette, letting you put it to your lips before lighting it. He watched you and frowned. “You used to get on my ass about my smoking. Sayin’ I was going to die of cancer. Now you’re smoking?”

“Reminds me of you,” you admitted absentmindedly. When you realized what you said you coughed. You saw Majima staring at you with a slack jaw. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, you shouldn’t. Don’t want your fiancé to hear, after all,” Majima said with disgust.

“Tell me about it,” you grumbled. “I can’t even pick out my damn clothes anymore.”

“I was wondering about that dress,” Majima said, looking at you. “Doesn’t seem like you at all.”

“Because it’s not, but Daigo wanted to show off his trophy, I guess.” You took a drag from your cigarette, exhaling out just a slice of your frustration. “I don’t hate him, but I’m getting there. I resent him. Looking at him makes me sick. And fucking him? I—” You looked at Majima and saw the pained grimace on his face as he returned his gaze to the street below. “Sorry.”

Silence settled over you as the two of you stood there in silence.

“I stay awake constantly,” Majima admitted. “I’m always awake. Always. I’m scared that if I fall asleep, I’ll see your face, and I can’t do it. I just can’t, Y/n.” He took a drag, a tear rolling down his cheek as he regained his composure. “Watching my boss dangle you in front of me like a toy I can’t have pisses me off. You’re not a toy. I know I treated you like shit, but you’re a human being; you’re not a doll to dress up and show off to your friends.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you said nothing. Another drag, another exhale. Silence settles in again. The two of you listen in to the traffic below.

“You haunt me,” you admitted quietly. “It comes in waves. Sometimes it’s just a spec of a memory; sometimes it’s all-consuming.” You flicked your ash and let it fall from the balcony to the world below. “I’ll dream of you and wake up next to Daigo and… It’s devastating. I see you everywhere, in everything. Daigo put on a movie with zombies and I couldn’t help but wonder if you’d like this one. I see a couple fighting on the street and I get nostalgic. Nostalgic, can you fucking believe that?” Another drag. “You can’t sleep, but I can’t seem to exist.”

More silence. You finished your cigarette, putting it out on the railing and flicking it out onto the street below before leaving Majima on the balcony to be alone with his thoughts.

It wasn’t long after that that the dancing started. Majima stared at you as you danced with Daigo and others, watching you with a mix of devastation, love, and anger. He didn’t say anything – he wasn’t dumb enough to do that – but he sipped his whiskey. The whiskey didn’t dull the edge of the pain he was feeling. The whiskey did nothing but make those emotions stronger. Seeing him broke your heart one piece at a time, and when it was completely shattered into dust you excused yourself, leaving the rented ballroom and sobbed in the hall. Thank God that you could afford the best setting spray for your makeup.

Seconds after you started crying Majima was taking your hand and leading you to an elevator. “No one can see you cry or the façade is off and Dojima is made a fool.” Thankfully, it didn’t appear anyone had seen you leave. When you were on the elevator, he hit the button for his room’s floor. The door closed and the elevator started to rise. “I’m taking you to my room. You can cry in peace there, but if you take too long people are going to question where you are.”

You watched him, but he just stared at the buttons. Your crying stopped, he looked at you, and the next thing you knew he had against the wall of the elevator, his lips on yours. You put one hand on his chest, the other resting on his neck as the two kissed like it was oxygen after the two of you had nearly drowned in the sorrow of the other’s absence. You didn’t care when he slid your skirt to the side, one hand against the flesh of your hip, the other tangled up in your hair as he slid a leg between your legs. It gave you something to rub against, and you rocked your hips on his thigh, the sweet friction making you

The elevator was still going. You had no idea how long you had left in this moment, but you didn’t care. This was much needed bliss. Toxic as the two of you were for each other, the love you shared for each other would never die, no matter how desperate the two of you were to leave it in the past.

The elevator dinged; the door opened up. Majima immediately backed off at the sound, running a gloved finger against his bottom lip. Your skirt fell to its intended place and you were left panting. He took your hand in his and led you to his room, taking his hand back as he flipped his wallet open, removing his keycard to open the door. The whole process was second, but it felt like eternity.

#Yakuza #Goro Majima #Majima #Goro Majima x reader #Majima x reader #Daigo #Daigo Dojima #daigo x reader #daigo dogma x reader

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rae-gar-targaryen · 4 years

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how would u cast your mutuals as sw/pedro characters? ur gorg btw

First of all, THANK YOU for the compliment. You are VERY sweet.

I am honored to be the recipient of this PARTICULAR ask because I’ve seen other blogs in the Pedro corner of this hellsite get similar asks, and I never thought I’d get to be part of it. I don’t consider myself a particularly loud voice in our little corner, so this really is appreciated.

Before I get started, I want to say that I in NO WAY intend to leave ANYONE out. I do not intentionally or knowingly exclude anyone, nor would I. It's probably just as simple as we haven’t talked as much and I don’t want to miscast. f we’re mutuals, and you want to know which Pedro I think you are, PLEASE send me an ask. This is meant to be fun and not exclusionary. I love each and every one of you SO MUCH.

Let’s do it:

1. @ithinkhesgaybutwesavedmufasa is OBERYN. Could it BE anyone else?? Katryn and I first bonded over Oberyn, and her depth of knowledge and understanding of the character (as well as Ellaria) really just proves the point-- Oberyn is full of depth and passion. He writes poetry, for god’s sake. He’s creative, as Katryn is creative. He cares about his family and his children above all else and is compassionate. Katryn has that compassion with her life and with her job. Also, snarky bisexual powerhouses for the WIN. Katryn is Oberyn.

2. @rzrcrst is EZRA. She said it herself the other day-- she and Ezra are SO similar. I agree. The depth of feeling with which Kenzie communicates is on par, if not greater, than that of Ezra’s. They are both wordsmiths through and through, avid readers, appreciators of nature. Not to mention, they are both caregivers. Kenzie is a mother, and Ezra is paternal with Cee. Ezra is passionate, intense, well-spoken, and beautiful. That’s Kenzie to a “T.” Kenzie is Ezra.

3. @qveenbvtch can she BE anyone else BUT JAVIER? Eryn is cunning, resourceful, hilarious, and outspoken. She is Javier. Where Javier has a strong profile, Eryn’s cheekbones could CUT GLASS. Javier has vintage flair with his style (hello, 80s), and so does Eryn. She always looks AMAZING. Eryn is one of THE most quick-witted people I have had the pleasure of befriending on here. Javier’s job is one where you have to be quick on your feet. Also, I think both Eryn and Javier have excellent taste in booze and aesthetics. Eryn is Javier.

4. @zeldasayer -- Don’t take this the wrong way, and LET ME FINISH. But ZELDA is MAXWELL LORD. Even though the movie hasn’t come out yet, our corner of the fandom has painted Max as someone who strives for greatness, who appreciates the finer things in life, who has excellent taste, and is intellectually ruthless. That’s ZELDA. She has amazing taste, aesthetically and otherwise. She is clearly the type of person to demand and achieve excellence. She has a dreamy quality that I feel like Maxwell would value. She has a rapier wit. Not to mention, Maxwell in the comics? He’s POWERFUL. He has the powers of persuasion. Zelda has a powerful presence, is well-spoken and has a MAGNETISM that I think we’ve all recognized in Max.

5. @forever-rogue is FRANKIE. Patricia has a beautiful soul, a creative streak, and an amazing mind. She is Frankie. Catfish has to be tactically brilliant to have his job, and he needs to be technically savvy. Patricia is a doer that way-- she's an amazing contributor within this fandom, her stories are dreamy and beautiful. She is someone who will be there when you need her (we’ve reminisced about being in the same field and the challenges that has) and she is never at a loss for a kind word, all while being tough as hell. Patricia is Frankie.

6. @winters-buck is Max Phillips. Hear me OUT---- Ash is bitingly clever and witty. Ash can talk you into any one of her ideas, which she will bounce off of you at ALL HOURS. She is a nonstop source of fun and energy (not in the obnoxious way that salesman Max is), rather the bright side of that trait. Ash is endlessly kind and driven in a way that I feel like Max would appreciate. She is hot as hell with good hair and a wickedly sharp mind. Ash is Max.

7. @cosmicbug379 is Marcus Pike. Kylie has a sweet and friendly quality that I think is 100 percent PURE Marcus. Kylie is creative, thoughtful, hilarious, and kind. Marcus is the kind of man who values people’s genuine character, to feel genuine love. That’s Kylie. Have you READ her writing? She writes beautiful Faramir, an empathetic and underappreciated character. It’s that level of empathy, attention to detail, and beautiful loquaciousness that makes me think that Kylie is Marcus.

8. @mythologicalmango I know she’s not really into the Pedro stuff as much, but she puts up with all of my shitposting. And when I think of Rachel, I think of DIN DJARIN aka The Mandalorian. Din is strong, unafraid of adversity, but unfailingly kind. That’s Rachel. Rachel faced down a daunting move this year like it was no big deal. She jumps into adventure, is a lover of reading and learning, and has a strong compassionate streak and a sense of justice. Rachel loves a good Victorian romance, and Din Djarin barely lets a sliver of wrist show. That’s why Rachel is Din Djarin.

9. @californiakoenig Grace is AGENT WHISKEY. Now, not the canon asswipe who sells out at the end. I’m talking about the smooth, beautiful human who loves the people he cares about deeply and looks amazing while kicking mad ass. Grace is an amazing writer who is endlessly supportive. The side of Jack that we get in Kingsman who is driven, cares about people enough to get into a job where he saves lives, and is capable of deep compassion is why I believe Grace is Whiskey. Anyone who’s read her writing knows she’s amazingly intelligent and compassionate-- just like Jack. (Although Javier would also work for her).

If I can also throw STAR WARS Characters in here:

@mpanighetti is CASSIAN ANDOR. He knows why.

@atwentywhore is POE DAMERON-- adventurous, unafraid, beautiful.

@mount--cleverest is CAPTAIN PHASMA. A badass, blonde bombshell.

@andallthatmishigas PRINCESS LEIA. WHO ELSE?? A paragon who was born to lead and look beautiful while doing it.

@nappingtopknot is Boba Fett, a hot badass who kicks ass.

AND NONE FOR DAVE YORK, GOODBYE!

#ask game #mutuals as pedro characters #sorry if this is so off #i'm tired but i wanted to do this #because it was fun #i hope i didn't offend anyone #love you all #rachel answers #pedro pascal

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readysetstarker · 5 years

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still accepting prompts? what about some nice starker virginity kink with a dash of daddy kink and pet names

kasfgsfhg i have never written virginity kink so that’s not really present here i’m so sorry ;A; but i took “daddy kink” and “pet names” and took off w/ it so i hope you like what i wrote! i’m a sucker for phone sex.

warnings: 1.8k of daddy kink, phone sex, and virgin!peter. peter is 19.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

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Tony didn’t need the phone sex gig. He was more than well off, his own sex life was in great shape, but damn, there was just something about listening to someone else get off to his voice. Tony had always loved hearing himself talk if he was being completely honest, so hearing someone else enjoy his voice as much as he did was a hell of an ego boost.

So he did it on nights when he was bored, opening up an extra line specifically for those types of calls. He poured himself a generous glass of bourbon, set some mood music in the background for any caller looking for the full experience, and palmed himself lazily through his jeans on each call.

None of them really got him going, of course. He’s far too used to this. It’s fun, but the spark of excitement that he felt his first few weeks of picking up the gig was no longer there. The calls were never really about him anyways. As long as his clients got off and left him with a good review, he could care less about the dull ache in his groin. For most calls, at least.

Tonight, Tony sipped at his whiskey and listened to a horny young woman get off on a fantasy about cheating on her husband. She wasn’t really a regular, but Tony remembered her because of how nasally her voice was when she was moaning. She had gotten off by screaming her husband’s name instead of Tony’s, which was fine for him, but she was so embarrassed that she ended up hanging up on him as soon as she orgasmed.

He saved feeling bad for the morning, but Tony couldn’t help laughing to himself about the whole situation. It wasn’t every day he got mistaken for a husband, after all.

As he was filling up his tumbler with whiskey for the second time that night, his phone began vibrating. It was late into the night, and he was considering going to bed, but one more call couldn’t hurt. He had nothing better to do once his refill was finished.

Tony answered the call, making sure to make as little noise as possible as he lowered his voice and answered with a gruff drawl. “Hey there, baby. Awful late for a call.”

The silence on the other end made Tony hesitate. Did he accidentally answer a friend with his sexline opening? He already came up with a few lies about having a long-distance girlfriend when he heard an audible swallow and a few mumbled words, all with an unfamiliar voice. Tony turned his head to breathe a heavy sigh out of relief and waited for the person on the other end to catch their breath.

“U-um, hi,” came the response, and it sounded like the person on the other end was just seconds from passing out.

Tony could tell he was young, probably just started college. He wondered if maybe he was calling on a bet, trying to get a phone sex worker to act slutty while his friends giggled in the background. Wouldn’t have been the first time.

Still, Tony had a job to do. So he took a sip of whiskey and headed back to his couch. It wouldn’t be a long night.

“I’m not bothering you, am I?” the boy asked. Tony had to stop himself from laughing at the sheer amount of nerves in his voice.

“Bothering me? I’ve been waiting for you all night, sweet thing.” Tony swirls the amber drink in his glass. “What do I call you?”

“Um, Peter.”

Tony bit his lip. God, this was kinda cute. The nervousness he heard in Peter’s voice made him think he was probably not being called on a dare, and that Peter’s call was genuine. He was going to give the kid something to remember. He took a quick sip and talked through the burn traveling down his throat.

“Well, Peter, what am I taking off of you this evening?”

There was a long silence from the other end, and Tony wondered if Peter might have hung up on him.

“Just a T-shirt and jeans.” Peter stumbled over his words, talking too quickly and forcing a laugh. “Very un-sexy, I know.”

“But, it’s comfortable and casual, and very easy to remove.” Tony leaned back against the cushions and relaxed. “I can just imagine how easy that shirt of yours would come up when I get you in my hands. Where do want me to touch you, baby boy?”

Something akin to a whimper left Peter’s lips. Tony used that new discovery to try reeling the boy in. When Peter didn’t answer his question right away, Tony used a little more force in his voice. “Are you ignoring me now? C’mon, baby, where do you want me to touch you?”

“I-I don’t know,” Peter mumbles, and he sounded frustrated. “Fuck, this was so stupid. My friend said— ugh, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called.”

Embarrassment, stammered shame; Tony felt for the kid. A total phone sex virgin, and he was undoubtedly beating himself up for letting a friend convince him to use a paid professional to get himself off. Not that Tony was really a professional in this field. It was all just for fun. At least, it was fun when his clients were actually enjoying themselves.

Tony could roll with it, though. He hummed quietly into the speaker of the phone. Maybe the kid wanted control in this situation, wanted to pretend he could dominate and make demands. Tony supposed he could play submissive if it meant making Peter a little more comfortable.

“Hey, hey, don’t beat yourself up about it. We all get nervous for our first time.” Tony sipped his whiskey again and heard Peter take a deep breath to calm himself down. “How about we slow down, huh? What do you want me to do for you?”

Peter went silent again, and Tony was absolutely sure that he would hang up on him.

“Tell me what to do,” he asked. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I just— Take the reigns here, please.”

He sounded so sure then, though, asking to be directed. Less hesitant, less embarrassed. Just a desperate plea for something. Oh, how could Tony deny him that.

“Okay, kitten. I can do that.”

Tony’s lips felt uncharacteristically dry, and he swiped his tongue across his lips to get something on them. Another sip of whiskey gave him time to think of the best approach: “Let me hear you touch yourself, baby. Through your clothes.”

Peter doesn’t respond, but there’s a tell-tale shuffle on the other end of the line, and then Peter’s gasping into the speaker. He still sounds like he’s holding back, but Tony doesn’t fault him for it. He could still be nervous, or around other people, or trying not to disturb a roommate. It’s enough, sweet and heated and keening, and Tony found himself reacting to it. His cock twitched, but he ignored it and smothered the heat that washed over him.

“That’s it, baby boy,” Tony encouraged, using the pet name that got him such a pretty reaction the first time. He made another whimper, and Tony liked to think that maybe he touched himself harder or rolled his hips up against his hand. “Nice and slow, are you hard for me?”

Peter bit back a moan but gave Tony an affirmative mm-hm. Tony chuckled into his whiskey. Those sweet little moans, how his breath shook; Peter sounded downright delicious. Tony shifted on his couch as he felt himself growing hard at just listening to the boy get off. He set the whiskey aside and palmed himself slowly to help alleviate the aroused ache as his erection grew against his pants.

“Mm, you’ve got me hard, too,” Tony moaned, and he bit back a noise as he rolled up into his palm. “Thinking about my hands around your pretty little cock now? Take it out, let Daddy see how hard you are.”

Tony hesitated, a split-second worry that maybe he had gone too far for the boy in calling himself “daddy.” That thought was quickly shot down when Peter moaned the word back at him, somewhere in there a hidden plea, and Tony could hear the faint sound of a zipper being drawn down. He tried not to think of what the boy might look like, his hair or eye color, the way his cock laid out across his palm, cradled by his fingers.

His own dick was rock hard and aching when he pulled it out to squeeze the base and roll his hips into his fist.

“Daddy,” Peter moaned, and Tony couldn’t resist the groan he answered it with. “Daddy, please, m’so close.”

“You wanna come, baby?” Tony asked and relished the quiet sob he heard. He twisted his wrist as his fingers encircled the head of his shaft. “You can come. Let Daddy hear how sweet your voice is.”

Peter’s voice hitched high, breaking as a long moan burst from his lips, and Tony wished he could watch the boy on the other end fall apart as ropes of cum spurt over his fingers and bedsheets. Tony listened to him whimper through the aftershocks, and he squeezed the base of his own cock in order to stave off the orgasm he could feel cresting low in his gut.

A few moments of silence passed between them before Tony spoke. “You did good, Peter. My good, sweet boy.”

There was silence still, and Tony wondered if the boy was beginning to regret his actions. It wouldn’t be the first time someone hung up on him without so much as a thanks for the orgasm. Tony lazily stroked himself in the silence, anticipating the familiar click of the line disconnecting.

What he didn’t expect was the very quiet and very rushed farewell of: “Good night, Daddy.”

Click

Tony let the hand holding his phone fall onto the cushion beside him, Peter’s moans still echoing in his head. He squeezed himself at the memory and cast his eyes down at his erection throbbing in between his fingers.

A first-timer on his line had done this to him. Some virgin caller who had taken to calling him Daddy with absolutely no hesitation, who had moaned so sweetly in his ear while touching himself (and come so quickly Tony knew he had never done it before) had gotten him so hot and bothered that he had pulled himself out in the middle of a call.

Tony polished off his whiskey and went to take an ice-cold shower. He tried not to think of Peter while under the freezing spray. He tried not to jerk himself off against the shower wall and watch his release pour down the drain. He tried not to hope that Peter would call again the next night, or the night after that, or ever again.

Not that he needed to try too hard, when he answered his phone three nights later and a familiar voice spoke softly in his ear, “Hi, Daddy.”

#starker #ironspider #peter parker x tony stark #nff #my work #anonymous #phone sex au

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ain-t-bovvered · 4 years

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15X12 Commentary

Bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

@smol-and-grumpy (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giulia)

Nat: welp i guess we'll start?

Giulia: Ye

Zee: I know we’re not ready but yes

Nat: count as usual?

Giulia: U r the only one ready snort

Zee: Shush I’m faking it

Nat: 3

Nat: 2

Nat: 1

Nat: go

Zee: The recap

Giulia: Already hate it

Giulia: ...kaia

Giulia: Ok but i loved dean shout there

Giulia: But i also don t give a fuck about kaia

Nat: i could make a list of people i don't give a fuck about

Giulia: Why the empty has a dick

Nat: earth 2

Giulia: Look how much-waisted air time

Nat: this better go somewhere

Zee: What is he on?

Giulia: Oh look das me every time a clerk looks too clingy

Zee: President Hillary Clinton

Giulia: Nice

Giulia: Radio shed ads look like mediaworld *winks in italian*

Zee: Can he shut up?

Giulia: Nerd

Giulia: Oh and another nerd

Nat: weird that on every earth people are still dumb as fuck

Giulia: The World

Zee: Oh no

Giulia: Yeah that looks my kinda world

Giulia: Aaah beard dean

Zee: Other toys

Nat: He can't even make a world that's gonna function

Giulia: I can get what I want from a hundred worlds

Giulia: What she said

God/ ME A DESTIEL SHIPPER ABOUT DESTIEL ENDGAME: Dean says I'm not gonna get the ending I want. And I don't know. Maybe... I...I mean, that shouldn't matter, right? I've gotten what I want from hundred of Sams and Deans. I could get what I want from a hundred more. And I don't care.

Nat: you can see the green screen. I mean him standing before one

Giulia: Amazing

Zee: Clear the board

Giulia: Can he clean this one too. I think he’s already doing it

Nat: our world

Nat: how do you know. still, he doesn't take out the dumb

Zee: Vegan

Giulia: ...vegan lasagna *cringes in Italian*

Giulia: Because he feels for them. Between similars u no

Giulia: Aah veins

Zee: I still don’t like it

Giulia: Ah so we are actually where we left off. I can tell u where my head is

Zee: I can tell you where I want his head to be

Giulia: Ooooh nice

Giulia: Look at Jack hair tho

Giulia: BABE

Nat: "I HAVE SPEND TIME WITH HER" *wink wink nudge nudge*

Giulia: 50k

Giulia: Scythe kink

Nat: ouch

Zee: FOCUS

Giulia: Bottom Dean

Nat: on what? dildo scythe?

Giulia: Please comment and reblog

Giulia: Hey

Giulia: No OnE

Zee: Is jack chubbier?

Giulia: Don t talk to my son like this

Zee: Sam should stop doing that thing with his face

Nat: He's just older

Giulia: I can count his gray hair

Giulia: ...

Giulia: AAAAAAAAH beautiful

Zee: How domestic

Giulia: Babe

Zee: Look at that little smile

Giulia: SO CUTE

Giulia: thank you for a small bubble of happiness. That shook my soul a bit

Zee: They seem a little happy. I’m scared. Oh there it is

Giulia: That’s a fancy-ass whiskey bottle. I want it

Zee: Kaia came looking for the spear

Giulia: Cute where is cas

Zee: Babysitting

Giulia: Of course she kicks their asses

Giulia: I wanna choke him too

Nat: they can't even fight one small girl. they're getting old

Zee: Can he get any deeper?

Giulia: What she said

Zee: THE VOIVE I MEAN

Giulia: Oh come on HOW CONVENIENT

Giulia: they pulled a Mary Winchester

Zee: Snort

Nat: i don't know what to think about all this

Giulia: Oh looks it’s us after the coronavirus. Eating lizards

Nat: I mean

Giulia: I just watch

Nat: I would eat it 🤷🏻‍♀

Zee: Dean said not tasted kinda decent

Nat: do I have to

Zee: YES

Giulia: SNORT

Zee: SEE? Babysitting

Giulia: ...listen….How in the hell...War Strategist angel of the lord cas loses at force 4. Fuck off

Giulia: Always makeup on point

Giulia: Not Kaia not helping

Nat: oh I see jody had time for lash extensions

Giulia: She must not be in quarantine

Giulia: ...La piegatrice mondiale. What a horrible translation

Giulia: Oh dean has nice hair. I wanna pull it

Zee: This is going so well

Giulia: Look at cas hair

Nat: He always goes like "Cas-tee-el"

Giulia: Tee-el

Zee: Are you only looking at hair?

Giulia: Cas sounds so done

Zee: But so good

Giulia: WHAT A SOFT LOOK I HATE IT DON T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT

Giulia: A bit of a smokey eye on Kaia, What she used? Burned sticks? charcoal? Burned lizard’s tails?

Zee: Is it me or Jody looks older and Cas looks younger?

Nat: sorry but not Kaia can go fuck herself

Giulia: WHATEVER

Nat: so much airtime

Giulia: WASTED

Giulia: ...Shouldn’t he be strong af

Nat: I hate that the female's make up is always on point.

Zee: He’s gonna do something stupid

Giulia: Definition of a Winchester

Giulia: What a dad tone

Nat: I like Merl. Merl is me

Giulia: HEEEEY

Giulia: AHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Giulia: AHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Nat: Winchester dumb

Zee: Winchester dumb

Giulia: what a mood

Nat: she's my fave character

Giulia: I love her

Nat: i want her in all the ep

Giulia: I stan her

Nat: give her more air time

Giulia: She’s the smartest in the room

Giulia: What a sassy reaper. Like my fav sassy demon

Giulia: I love how the Winchesters are there watching, being all: yup, that’s our dumb kid

Nat: Winchester stupid

Zee: They know she’s right

Giulia: DONT BORROW MY ANGEL LIKE A BATTERY

Zee: Dead angel walking

Nat: I seriously thought Cas holds out the cup he ejaculated in like in a sperm bank

Giulia: Can I unread this

Nat: No u can't, that's what happens when I’m in lockdown

Giulia: Look at that cutie with his cute backpack

Nat: boy scout dean

Zee: Sam’s smirk

Giulia: Babysitting again

Giulia: BS angel chivalry

Giulia: SHE’S SO DONE

Giulia: love it

Nat: she should have said "in your own time"

Giulia: Me and you have all eternity, they don’t

Giulia: ...wasting seconds of intense glares

Giulia: Oh look the gremlins again

Giulia: The last healthy Italians vs the infected ones

Giulia: Last Toilet paper’s rolls and dumb scared people

Nat: snorts

Zee: You’re on a roll

Giulia: Dean eyelashes are fluttering in the wind. Sam needs a hair elastic

Nat: I wish something else would flutter in the wind

Giulia: my fucks

Zee: Hey kid

Giulia: WHY ARE THEY HUGGING

Zee: It’s before corona

Nat: I thought they didn't like each other that much

Giulia: Exactly. They have like 0 relationship, I don’t understand

Nat: It's weird.

Nat: if she should hug someone it should be sam. but what do I know

Zee: Have y’all understood the point of all this? Cause I haven’t

Giulia: Literally none

Nat: I’m bothered by all the other things

Giulia: She had time to do her eyelashes

Nat: so we did literally waste an ep with getting Kaia back, like for real? I watched this?

Giulia: ...AH

Nat: you know the last season could have been so fucking good

Zee: Wtf?

Giulia: K

Nat: ah

Zee: She found out

Giulia: What a meme

Giulia: Billy: last season

The reaper: my joy

Giulia: Death is angry

Zee: I was busy In Italy

Giulia: Oh wow

Nat: Merl had one job

Giulia: The writers had one job

Nat: Billy is us because she has no patience in them wasting an ep freeing Kaia

Giulia: Then u killed me

Giulia: Smoulder time

Giulia: Aaaah a baby

Zee: What?

Nat: Meh

Giulia: Why

Nat: God's destruction is Jack

Giulia: Another meme

Giulia: Writers

Giulia: Us asking if season15 will be amazing

Nat: right

Giulia: Go watch the promo

Nat: is that a fiat

Giulia: That’s a 500, my old car snort

Nat: Are they gay antiques, dealers

Zee: Apart from the reaper everything else was pretty lame. We waited almost two months for that?

Giulia: We went through corona for that

Nat: they look like gay antique dealers. especially being outraged when Sam has to lose the man bun

Giulia: With their cardigans and shit

Giulia: We should all live together. Yikes. They gonna die

Nat: they would scream

Giulia: High pitched

Zee: Tf did I just watch ? Loved deans bracelets tho

Giulia: They’re Jensen’s . Probably

Giulia: Oh maybe they are sam and dean that grew up as men of letters

Zee: Gay men of letters

Giulia: Can they get hot and bothered by Castiel?

Zee: Maybe not both of them

Giulia: Nah Nah both

Zee: Will the angel be gay too?

Giulia: There will be no angel probably. Also, Angels are probably sexless so who cares.

Kat: Y’all finished?

Giulia: Yup

Zee: Yes

Kat: And?

Giulia: WHERE IS THE FLAVOUR

Zee: LLLAAAAMMMEEE

Nat: I wasted my time

Kat: Yeah. Who gives a flying fuck about Kaia. Literally no one

Giulia: guess they are tying the loose ends

Kat: No one has thought about her in 2 years, she was a dead end

Giulia: Idk what the point was

Kat: Idk to have Jack use his powers for some reason? Surely they could have found something better

Giulia: Idk man. Between this fucking virus and jib and life and this writing, I’m very much blegh. I mean I love my boys. But

Zee: Let’s just hope they give them a decent ending and not something so lame that it will ruin everything

Nat: You love them and you want the best for them. not half-assed writing

Giulia: Yeah

Nat: lol what show have you been watching the last season

Kat: Yeah. It’ll be ruined. I have no hope of anything else

Nat: I don't have much hope but also that will maybe make me feel better when it's not as bad as I think it will be

Zee: I know but I can’t let it drag me down

Giulia: Yup

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h3llostrang3r · 5 years

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An Heir is Born (TRH)

Liam x Sophie Word count: 2,104 Warning: Sophie likes to cuss. Summary: Sophie and Liam welcome their first child. Notes: (pt. 1 of 2) Obviously, this throws canon right out the window. I thought it would be at least another year before I would have to think about my Liam and Sophie actually having their baby, but here we are.(I’m not ready!!) A couple of these ideas are not my own. I gave them a fun twist and added them as Easter eggs.

The time was ticking down as Cordonia waited for the future heir to make their debut. Sophie had finally reached the 9 month mark and now it was up to the baby to decide when they were ready. The nursery was complete, the King and Queen’s overnight bags were packed, and Sophie was more than ready to evict her tiny tenant from her uterus.

“Sophie, please reconsider, my love. You are due any day now and it will be faster to get you to the hospital if you stay here at the estate.”

Liam held his wife’s hands and brought them up to his lips, hoping this sign of good gesture would get her to change her mind.

“Liam, I love you, but I am going crazy being cooped up here. If I don’t get out, I am going to call Olivia and she will escort me out … with a knife pointed at anyone who tries to stop me.”

His face fell, “Will you at least let me come with you?”

“Oh my dear husband, don't worry! We’re just going shopping. And Rashad has been waiting months for an audience with you, don’t break the poor man’s heart - he works hard enough. I promise to keep my phone nearby, okay?”

He finally nods in agreement and she gives him a playful kiss, her large baby bump slightly in the way.

“Now a kiss for the baby…”

Liam bends down, brings his face to her belly and whispers, “I will get you a panda if promise that you will not try to come out while you and your mother are out. One kick for a `yes’.”

He waits for a response… nothing.

“Hmm, they must be sleeping. Or they didn’t like whatever you were whispering about down there.”

They both turn their attention as Hana and Maxwell arrive in the foyer, eager for their shopping trip with Sophie.

“Looks like we’re off. Kiss for the road, please.” Liam lets out a sigh as he stands, and obeys his queen’s wish.

****

They were finished with their last stop, the group waited for Sophie’s head guard, Xander, to pull up with the S.U.V. She pulled out her phone and facetimed her husband.

“Hello, my love, how was your shopping trip?”

“Hello, handsome. It was fun, we’re just waiting for the car and heading back to Thornwood.”

Liam notices Maxwell in the background carrying an unusually large stuffed animal...was that a squid?

“Sophie, what was Maxwell carrying?”

She looks back at Maxwell and laughs, “A gift... for the baby… Hey, I’m starving. Would you mind asking the staff to start prepping -” Sophie suddenly looks down and her smile fades.

“Oh shit…”

“My love, is everything okay?”

“I just pissed myself.”

“Soph?”

Liam can hear Hana gasping in the background. After a few moments Sophie looks back up at the camera, the look of fear spreading across her face.

“Liam…”

“Love? Are you okay?”

“My-my water just broke.” Panic settles in her voice and she looks to Hana, who comes to her aide. Liam sees Maxwell frantically running with the giant squid, it’s head flopping around and tentacles flying every which way. He runs to the car to alert Xander about what just happened.

“My love, have Xander take you to the hospital. I’ll have Drake and a team escort me there. Deep breaths, don’t panic, okay?”

Sophie unable to speak, just nods her head. The camera moves around as they enter the car. All he can see is the ceiling of the S.U.V., followed by large purple tentacles, and then large plastic bulbous eyes. He can hear Maxwell and Sophie exchanging screams of panic, and Hana trying to calm them down. Unexpectedly, Hana’s face appears on the screen.

“Hi Liam. We’ll make sure Sophie gets to the hospital safely, we’ll see you soon!”

The video call abruptly ends and Liam scrambles out of his seat to find Drake, the heir was on their way.

“Oh god, oh god.” Maxwell brings his face uncomfortably close to Sophie’s belly, “stay in there baby, we’re not ready for you yet!” Suddenly he begins to take quick breaths in and out. He whispers to himself, “remember the Lamaze training,” and continues with his breathing techniques.

“Maxwell, you’re supposed to be coaching the mother-to-be not yourself.” Hana runs her hand over Sophie’s forehead, “hang in there Sophie, we’re almost there.”

****

They manage to get Sophie checked in and settled into a private room. Maxwell paces back and forth, while Hana continues to try to comfort Sophie.

“Hana, the doctor says it’s still going to be a while. Would you mind maybe taking Maxwell for a distraction or something?”

Hana nods and leads Maxwell out by the hand, telling him they should find a bakery to bring back cronuts for Sophie to eat later.

Sophie sits in silence, trying to breathe through the pain. Deep breaths, Sophie, deep - fuck this hurts. Deep br- seriously, why does this hurt so much?

Her thoughts are interrupted by the click of the door. Liam enters the room, her heart skips a beat every time he enters any room; she was a sucker for his regal stride and handsome face. He looked mixed with emotions, it was somewhere between pure joy and ‘dear god, this is really happening.’

“Are you alright, my love? How are you feeling? Can I get you anything? Tell me how I can help.”

Sophie offers a sweet smile, and tugs him by his lapel, bringing him down for a kiss. She loved seeing Liam out of his element. He had the royalty card down, but these moments of vulnerability and normalcy is what she loved most. “I’m super hungry… Can you bring me something to eat? Maybe some Doritos? I would be so grateful for some chippies.”

Liam brushes her hair back from her face, even amongst all the chaos she radiated with beauty. “I think the nurses said that your food intake should be limited now, but I believe they said Jell-O and popsicles are okay? I’ll go check.”

Liam makes his way out of the room, his steps light with a slight bounce to them. Sophie’s stomach growls and she can no longer tell the difference between the contractions and hunger pains. She didn’t think applesauce and popsicles were going to cut it- she wanted some actual food.

“Doritos!!” Her cries could be heard from behind closed doors to the nurses station, “my duchy, for some Doritos!!”

No one answers her pleas, so she takes out her phone and sends out a text:

S.O.S. Am dying. Send help.

… You’re not dying, Thorn. What do you need?

Guardian of the Realm, you have answered the call of your Queen! She requires sustenance. She requires… Doritos. Cool Ranch. Please.

Why don’t you ask Liam ?

This is a secret mission, Drake. Only you and your Queen may ever know of this task. Now hurry! There is no time to waste!

He’s going to kill me.

No he’s not. Besides, you’ll have full protection from the Queen.

Liam arrives back to the room with the food Sophie is allowed to have. She tries a small bite of the jello and lime popsicle. Both of these options sucked. How could a pregnant woman be reduced to eating jello and a popsicle when all she craved was a Dorito?

“My love, this isn’t working. Can you see if they have applesauce and a cherry popsicle, please?”

“As you wish, my Queen.” Liam chuckles as a places a gentle kiss to her lips and heads out once more.

Where r u???????

Moments after she sends her text, Drake arrives with a snack size bag of chips.

“You may be the queen, but you’re a Thorn in my ass. You know that, right?”

“Mmhhmm. Now gimme!!” He hands her the bag and she hastily opens it up. There it was in all its yellow-5 glory, she munched on the chip - eyes fluttering closed with delight and a low moan.

“Should I leave you two alone, Thorn?”

She grabs another chip and shakes her head ‘no’.

“You are my hero, Drake. Want one?”

He chuckles as he shakes his head, “nah, I’m good. Feeling better now?”

“You have no idea. I owe you big time. Oh, I know, I’ll build you a cabin. You want a cabin? I'll build one right behind the duchy, hidden in the woods.”

Drake gives her a wide smile and laughs, Sophie and him always connected on that level; life wasn’t always about fancy and expensive things. Sometimes all you needed was a bag of chips... or whiskey.

The door opens once more and she quickly shoves the bag to Drake, then licks the delicious remains from the Doritos off the tips of her fingers. Liam has returned with her requests. “Hello Drake, is everything alright? I thought you wanted to just stay in the waiting room?”

Drake does his best to hide the chips from Liam’s view. “Oh ya, well-uh… I needed a break from Maxwell, so I thought I would go for a walk and I ended up here.”

“Ah-I see. Well, here, have a seat and join us.”

“No-no that’s okay. I think I’ll take this walk outside for a bit. Hospitals creep me out. Good luck, Thorn.”

He gives a shy wave as he leaves the room. “Thank you for keeping me company, Drake.” He gives Sophie a smirk just before he exits. Liam pulls a seat next to Sophie’s bed, displaying the food on her tray.

“Alright, as requested - applesauce, and a cherry popsicle.” Liam looks to Sophie, noticing that she’s trying hard to hide her disappointment. “And I also brought you this…”

From behind his back he offers her a bag of cool ranch Doritos. “I figured a chip or two couldn’t hurt.”

Her face lights up and she wraps a hug around her husband's neck. Peppering kisses across his face. “You spoil me, you really do.” She claps her hands with joy then enjoys her allotted amount of chips.

“It’s because I love you so much, my Queen.”

****

“I thought you said you loved me…” Sophie wailed as sweat ran down her forehead. The contractions were hard and she was fully dilated. Her legs were perched up and her grip on Liam was incredibly strong.

“I do, my queen, keep breathing.”

“You did this. You seduced me with your charm and ridiculously sexy body. Then you stuck this baby in me and now they won’t. Come. Out!!!”

The doctor instructed her to stop pushing for a few moments and she rested her head back on the pillow. She shot a glare to the doctor, “For the love of Cordonia and it’s apples, get this baby out of me.”

“Sophie, deep breaths, my love, please.” Liam tried his best to stroke her hair, and give her kisses of encouragement. “You’ve already proved that you’re capable of so much, you can do this.”

They notice the doctor whispering to the nurse before she puts her attention back on them. “Your majesty, it appears the heir has decided to come out backwards. We’re moving you to the O.R. for an emergency c-section.”

Her gaze shifts back and forth from the doctor to Liam. “What? No. NO.” Sophie releases Liam from her grip and places her hands on her belly. “We went over this, tiny human, face-down, ass-up. FACE-DOWN, ASS-UP.”

****

Sophie is prepped and Liam is by her side, the room is quiet other than the beeping monitors, and the doctors and nurses talking. Liam distracts her with his favorite memories of them. From their magical night in New York during his bachelor party to the moment they realized they were going to have a baby. So many memories already made and many more to come. It was more than he could ever hope for; someone to truly love and care for, and now a child- their child.

“Liam, I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t mean it, it’s just …trying to push a baby out of a vagina is hard.”

He gave her a comforting smile, and gently squeezed her hand. “I know, my love. You’re doing so much work for our child, you are so wonderful.”

He leans to give her a kiss. She focuses her attention from the pressure down below to his soft lips. His stubble slightly tickling her face, but she enjoys every second. He pulls away and stares into her eyes, his eyes glisten. She is beautiful, loving, she is his wife, and the mother of his child.

A baby’s cry fills the room, Sophie and Liam share another kiss, she feels a tear on her cheek that’s not her own.

The Royal Heir is born.

#playchoices #liam x mc #the royal heir #trh #choices #h3llostrang3r writes #liam x sophie

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andrcs · 4 years

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hey friends waddup ! i’m jen , just turned 23 ( n am already feelin it ) , from the gmt-2 tmz , n i go by she/her pronouns . i had about , like , half an hour of sleep today n i’m actually redoing this entire intro because as i was editing the finished version to post it , i accidentally deleted the whole thing n tumblr wouldnt let me have it back ! it’s fine i’m fine :-) anywho i’m gonna let yall go n learn a lil more about our friend andre ! hopefully u like him but if u don’t thats ok bc sometimes i don’t either !!

𝐈. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒 :

𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : andre harris solomon .

𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 : n/a .

𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 : august fourth , 1991 .

𝐳𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐜 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 : leo .

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : cco of solo conglomerate .

𝐈𝐈. 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 :

during the solomon’s dynasty , the family had its fair share of tumbles and quite a few scandals . great uncle abel being arrested after trying to steal half his brother’s fortune was one was a big example . may god bless the traitous bastard’s soul . also cousin denzel , declaring in the middle of thanksgiving dinner he wanted to be a opera singer , of all fucking things , and giving grandpa harrison an almost stroke , could be counted . no matter what , though , nothing prepared the family to watch the solomon fortune’s heiress coming home on her christmas break during her freshman year in college with a baby bump and no father to claim the child she carried .

in the following years , with the slightly judgemental help of all of her closest relatives , but most of all , the never ending support of her parents , gaia solomon managed not only to get her college diploma , enter the family business and help solo grow into the biggest media conglomerate of the western hemisphere , one that had a solid hand over pretty much all aspects of media and entertainment . chances are if you wanted to publish or sign a record label deal or be on a tv show , sooner or later you would encounter someone from solo . but she had also manage to raise with the utmost love and care , no lack of sacrifices , and a healthy amount of ear-pulling , a man she can’t help to be most proud of .

andre solomon never knew who his father was , or cared to . and as far as his mother was concerned , he didn’t have a father . as a child , he never felt like he was missing anything in life , there was no angry void aching to be filled , no painful moments to remember his childhood by . he had been happy . no matter how busy his mom was , she was always loving and attentive whenever she was around , played baseball and football and soccer with him whenever he asked her to , and grandpa harrison was always available if the boy ever needed a guy figure in his life . of course , there were some bumps and bruises along the way , and a pinky finger he never fully got the feeling back , but it was a beautiful , fulfilling childhood .

as a teenager , recently acquainted with a never seen before freedom , and just out of puberty , andre grew more acquainted with getting in trouble . thankfully , nothing like cousin gina , who had to cut off a part of her ear after piercing it by herself with her tenth grade friends . while rambunctious and mischievous , he was always to smart to get caught doing something that could get him in any kind of real trouble , and by then , the family knew that they could trust andre to not be too irresponsible , and even if they didn’t , at least he had both ears intact .

a full grown adult , after getting his marketing degree in northwestern university , andre followed his mother’s footsteps and worked hard to climb the organizational ladder and reach the cco position , becoming one of his grandfather’s valued advisors along the way . these days , he works hard to keep his image clean and his professional life very well separated from his private one , being very succesful at it thus far .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 :

andre can definitely be considered a little bit too cocky in his confidence . he knows his strengths and doesn’t believe in fake humility , always eager to be praised by whatever actions . also very focused , he feels as if he knows exactly what he deserves in all aspects of his life , and doesn’t hesitate to work for it until he’s satisfied .

he is also , however , a very fun loving individual . andre believes in the motto work hard , play hard . and you can definitely find him going on expensive trips to exotic locations or some rich person adventure more often that he’d like to admit . is constantly surrounded by a-list celebrities or clout chasers who attach to him due to his connections into the industry . and as being the center of attention is one of his favorite things , he absolutely adores it .

very , extremely sarcastic and definitely not the most outwardly affectionate person , it takes a lot to get him to soften up , but andre’s also extremely loyal to those he knows are his real friends , and always makes sure that they are with him no matter where he goes and what he gets .

is known to be quite the ladies’ man , and often lives up to the reputation , even though he’s settled down quite happily a few times during his adulthood . he’s not averse to relationships , per say , but also doesnt want to jump in carelessly , specially when he’s not felling the situation . is frequently engaged in some sort of drama with the girls in his life and even though he claims to dislike it , he loves all the attention he gets from them ( ew , i hate him , he’s gross )

𝐈𝐕. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

childhood best friend / chicago native ( 1 / 2 ) : people who’ve known him since before he hit puberty and became cool and who are with him til this very day . they might not be best friends for whatever reason but still are closer than most friendships out there . ( pearl , )

flings / could be past or present : could also range from the silliest to the most angsty stuff , andre definitely has the repertoire for it .

ride or dies ( 2 / 6 ) : truly ride or dies , his closest group of friends , the ppl that are with him no matter where he is and the only people outside his family he’d do whatever for . ( devin , watson )

exes / chicago native ( 2 / 2 ) : i have some ideas about them but lets just say one would have ended in decently good terms and one would not . ( vera , aurora )

friend with interests ( 0 / 2 ) : andre has a lot of ins with the media industry , and this person would definitely have an ulterior motive to hang around him , whether he’s realised it yet or no .

flirtationship ( 1 / 1 ) : first of all i hate that word my GOD but also , would be a kind of thing where they’d both be feeling each other but for some reason things just wouldn’t progress ? ( elissa )

there is a lot more but i’ve just written this thing twice in a row n my brain is currently just 2 neurons barely communicating so i should probably quit while i’m ahead ? but pls message me bc if u want to know some more about andre or come up w plots or just talk about how hot mbj is n how unfair it is that the rpc doesnt gif him nearly enough ? or we could also talk abt something i might be delusional rn so i have a bunch of interesting topics ok bye thanks for sticking around i love uuuu

#░ ▹ 𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙊𝙁 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍 / / oh jenny !#wealthyhq:intro #oof this has been a ride ladies n gents #and am i glad to be done with it #also raise ur hand if u have a cousin gina in ur life

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bolontiku · 5 years

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"Flutter"

A Stucky A/U

OneShot

Word Count: 2, 327

Summary: Steve follows the cute guy from the coffee shop. The flutter Bucky feels tell him he should have stayed in bed.

*****

"C'mere…"

Bucky licked his lips. He looked around, eyes falling on the supple brown leather jacket Steve favored, laying over the back of the couch, toying with the glass in his hand. Whiskey. He didn't know why he was nervous… scratch that he completely knew why. It was the fucking hot ass blond that had been texting and meeting him for the past month. "Nice place you got, I m-mean I knew you had money but…" he smirked stretching his hands out and looking around the main room.

Steve supressed his laugh, leaning forwards, elbows on his knees, face in his hands. This was the first time the kid had accepted his offer for a drink.

Goddamn it had taken some work.

Bucky grinned as he waited in line. He kept his head ducked as he eyed the tall blond who he had held the door for.

"Thanks."

Sweet Jesus he had nearly melted at the singular word, how on fucking earth was it legal to look like that and sound like that?! He had hurried in to have the follow up spot behind the man. Blue eyes drinking in that perfect ass, who the fuck had thine to workout and have a figure that beautiful?! He had been eyeballing the blond so hard he hadn't noticed it was his turn in line.

"Sir??? Siiiir?"

The bearded blond turned to look at him, "Think she's callin ya pal."

Bucky nodded, his fuckin ears burning. "Fuck me, uhm, th-the-" he wished the ground would swallow him whole, he had been caught staring. Open mouthed to boot. He finished his order and reached into his back pocket for his wallet when the blond caught his arm.

"Let me, yeah?" He didn’t even get a chance to protest as he stepped in and swiped his card quickly signing his name on the pad and stepped back out of the way.

"Name?"

He glared at Janice, she knew his name. Why was she doing this to him?! "Bucky."

"B.U.C.K.Y.?" She asked smiling like a cheshire cat.

"Yeah that’s right…"

"It will be ready in a minute. Steve? STEVE?! Steve venti caramel frappe with extra whipping cream?!"

"Hey, yeah, thats me!"

Bucky dropped an extra tip in her jar and she winked at him. Steve. That lookers name was Steve.

He slipped out with a smirk on his face, oh, he had caught him staring. Hard. He waited across the street, Bucky stepped out with a grin on his face, shaking his head. God he was cute. Steve had noticed him the first time he had stepped into the coffee shop after gym. Knew he needed to meet him. Janice had told him Bucky came in practically every day. Wasn't sure exactly what he did for work but always had his phone on him and looked exhausted.

So, Steve naturally followed him.

Bucky walked up the street, texting the entire time. Teeth biting down on the edge of the cup, every now and then tipping it to drink and Steve chuckled as he followed him.

The dark haired man ducked into a door quite suddenly and Steve skipped to catch up. He paused in the doorway, eyes adjusting to the darker interior of… a bookshop.

Bucky surprised him.

He caught sight of him as he carefully picked his way through tables and then into aisles. Steve finished his drink and dropped it into the trash can by the register, smiling at the cashier who welcomed him. Steve nodded quickly and moved down the aisle he was sure he had seen Bucky walk down, stopping and going left before he heard someone clearing his throat.

"You're following me."

Steve grinned, turning to face him, "caught me," he admitted to the brunette that leaned against the wall, Steve mimicked him, leaning against the tall bookshelf on his right.

"Why?" he asked eyes narrowing for a second before they widened, “you were in the coffee shop!”

Steve nodded, “that was me.”

“Why are you following me?” Bucky asked again looking past him.

Steve looked over his shoulder as a couple passed by. He turned blue eyes back onto him, smiling softly, “I was… curious about you.”

Bucky snorted softly, “curious about me? You know what that sounds like?” Steve nodded and stared, he wasn’t sure why but Bucky shifted from one foot to the other under that stare, the guys eyes were as clear as the damned sky on a sunny afternoon. Who the fuck had eyes that clear?! “Look, it’s rude to be trailing someone you don’t know, especially to tell ‘em your were curious, nobody has time for that shit. Weird too.” He shook his head, running a hand through his dark hair, “I got somewhere to be so excuse me if I don’t further indulge your curiosity, go to a zoo or something!”

Honestly, his day had been complete crap, coffee the only thing that had been a positive. Mr. Fielding had decided to fire him and the client he was supposed to meet canceled on him, at this rate he wasn’t sure if he would make rent by the end of the month, not to mention he had to go visit his sister in the hospital.

Steve watched as a flurry of expressions crossed his face in under a second before it settled on exhausted and he was stepping past him. That wouldn’t do, he reached out, hand landing on the young mans tummy, pulling him back and gently pushing him against the bookshelf.

Bucky was surprised at the sudden contact, he had already shoved the blond from his mental checklist when he was pulled back. He caught at the arm and looked over and up, this guy was just tall enough that he had to tilt his head back a bit. “Tch,” the noise escaped him before he could stop it. Though really he wasn’t sure he wanted to, he had a full day ahead of him and he didn’t need another entitled guy that thought he could touch him without permission. “Fuck off buddy.”

“I wasn’t finished.”

Bucky’s brows drew together, anger flashing across his face before he ducked his head and chuckled dryly, “look guy, thanks for the coffee, but I didn’t ask for it, nor did we make a deal for it, so none of my services were up for grabs-”

“So, it’s like that?”

Bucky could have kicked himself. He straightened his shoulders gripping the hand at his waist and pushing the guy off, Steve, his name was Steve…. “Look man, I don’t know what you think-”

“What services do you offer?” Steve asked stepping into his space, oh, he liked the look Bucky gave him at that. This kid was gonna be trouble and that always promised to be fun.

Steve stepped in closer still, one hand falling on the shelf on either side of him, effectively caging him in. He should have ducked out the back, he should have paid for his own coffee, Bucky should have done several things. Of course, the guy was interested in his services, a lot of guys were. “Doubt you can afford me pal,” he deadpanned.

Steve laughed, the sound was low and deep, “let me know, I like expensive things.”

That sent a shiver through him, Bucky lifted his chin, the corner of his mouth quirking up, “I’m pretty expensive, not to mention I’m a handful, and I’m not looking for a relationship honestly. Cash only.”

He shrugged slowly, tipping his head to the side. “That so?” Steve asked leaning in closer, he paused as the kids hands came up between them, landing on his abdomen, he leaned in against them liking the feel on those long lean fingers against him. “Just so happens that I got some cash and I like a little bit of trouble.”

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, “I like money.”

If the kid had cat ears they would have perked, if he had a tail it would have swished side to side eagerly. Steve couldn’t help but return the grin, he could start with money and convince him later that it could be more than just that. Or maybe…. He let his eyes close as he ran his lips along that damned jaw of his, maybe he just needed a distraction. Maybe Bucky was exactly what he needed. God knows Tony wasn’t making things easier, he had moved his shit out and Steve was adjusting fine to living alone. Maybe it was that he was just lonely?

The gasp that left Bucky told him otherwise.

A hand caught his jaw and lips closed over his before he could say no, and fuck if Bucky knew he was in trouble. This guy didn’t kiss, he fucking claimed what he wanted and Bucky knew he should have stayed in bed today.

Steve swallowed the little moan that made its way up Bucky’s throat, pressing himself into him, his other hand slipping up under his shirt, tracing along the edge of his skinny jeans to his back dipping just enough into the top that Bucky jerked into him, lips parting and Steve swept his tongue over that fucking bottom lip to taste the coffee and whip Bucky had just had not twenty minutes ago, knee pressing in between his legs, another moan making it’s way up the brunettes throat urging Steve on.

Bucky shoved him back, chest heaving, heart beating wildly, “that’s not how this works!” how he managed to spit the words out even as his mind remained pleasantly hazy after that kiss.

Steve grinned pressing against his hands, “oh, no? Can I call it a preview then?”

***

Bucky stepped back as he realized Steve was standing in front of him, concern written on his features. “What?”

“James,” Bucky had told him his first name through countless texts and late night phone calls. Now, hearing him say it in that tone made him regret it. Steve took a step back, Bucky took in a breath blinking and immediately missing the warmth coming off him. Fuck, he needed to stop this. “We’re gonna stop this.”

“Wha-huh?” the words came out of him and he shifted from foot to foot.

Steve smiled, “I asked you to come out for a drink, didn’t say that you needed to do more than that.”

Bucky cleared his throat, staring at the drink in his hands. “So, uh, wha- why did you want me to come out here for?”

Steve grinned as cerulean blue eyes looked up at him shyly. He had this thing about him, small bits of shyness intermingled with complete cocky confidence, it made for a heady and addictive mixture in person. Steve liked the sound of his voice, how many phone calls over the last month had he forced him to answer?

“I asked you out here for a drink,” he paused when he raised an eyebrow, “annnd I may have prepared dinner.”

Bucky felt a flutter in his stomach, it was the same one he got when he woke in the morning to his phone ringing, a deep chuckle when he answered it unintelligibly. The flutter that followed a deep yet light hearted ‘good morning’ as he attempted to wake up and respond.

“Dinner?”

Steve smiled, “steak, potatoes, mixed veggies, some wine?” Steve smirked at him, “come on James, you’re already here and admitted you have nothing to do tonight.”

“Steak does sound good.”

Steve drove him home.

Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had been driven home.

He couldn’t remember the last time he had been walked to his door either, his hands shook as he unlocked his door, opening it slightly before he turned to face the man standing right behind him. “I had a really good time tonight Steve.”

He grinned, that boyish lopsided grin that was quickly growing on him. “Well, I’m glad.”

“The apartment is a mess-” he gestured behind himself, scratching at the back of his neck.

“That’s not a problem.”

“It’s not as fancy as-”

“James,” he caught his chin in hand, “I just want to give you a goodnight kiss. That alright?”

“Uhm, nnn-yeah!” Steve leaned in, Bucky was fully prepared for a searing kiss screwing his eyes shut in preparation, but lips brushed over his gently and quickly.

“Goodnight James.”

His entire body cried out as the tall blond stepped back, waving slightly and turning on his heel already halfway down the stairs before Bucky remembered how to breathe. That was not at all what he had been expecting.

He groaned as he hit the mattress after quickly changing into a plain tank and sweats, frustration thrumming through him. He should have invited him in, should have offered him a cup of coffee… He couldn’t quite remember when he wanted to sleep with someone and not just do it cause they were a client. Steve promised sex that would have him panting and he hadn’t even talked about it.

He sat up, brows snapping together as the knock sounded throughout his apartment interrupting his thoughts.

Steve looked up at him as Bucky opened the door, “James, I forgot something.”

“What’s that?” he asked eyebrow raising slightly in curiosity, Steve hadn’t even entered his apartment what could he have forgotten?

He had been patient throughout dinner and had kept it civil, honestly he could listen to Bucky talk all night, had on a couple occasions surprising both of them when the sun came up.

He grunted as he hit the wall, Steve kicking the door shut behind him, lips crashing against his again, hands seeking skin pushing aside clothing, the tall blond pinning his arms above his head to the wall, bodies pressed close.

Steve knew, knew that Bucky was going to be an addiction that would be hard to get rid of, if he even wanted that.

There it was again, Bucky thought as Steve ground their hips together, that flutter….

*****

A/N: another one my brain came up with sooooo, comments?

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ao719 · 5 years

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In Another Life (Part 1)

This is a part of a TRR A/U called Cordonians Gone Wild created with @speedyoperarascalparty , @leelee10898 , @cocomaxley and myself. Thanks for the laughs ladies!

Summary: The group imagines how life might be had one moment altered the course their current lives took.

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The group all sat around the bonfire pit at Drake and Pam’s cabin talking amongst one another, exchanging remember when stories. Drake, Anitah, Rashad and Maxwell all began talking about the social season and the engagement tour shenanigans they used to get into, way back before the squad had all known one another.

“Could you imagine how different things would be had we never found Tariq?” Maxwell asked.

The girls all gave Anitah and awkward look, knowing that was a sore spot. “You mean if we didn’t find him and bring him to New York to clear my name and Liam went through with the wedding to Madeline?” Anitah quirked her brow.

Liam tightened his arms around her as she sat on his lap. “Can we not talk about this again?” He eyed Maxwell.

“Well...honestly though,” Drake began, “if you think about it...none of us would be here right now in this exact moment,” he tossed back his whiskey, his hand rubbing Pams back.

“It’s true,” Rashad nodded.

“What do you mean?” Leo asked.

“Well, I’m assuming had he not been found...Anitah would have gone back to New York?” Rashad looked at her and she nodded her head yes.

“And, if Anitah went back to New York, no wedding for her means I never would have come here and met Leo,” Alicia looked at him pouting her lip.

“And I wouldn’t have formed a friendship with her and gone out with her for drinks that night I first met Drake...” Pam looked down at her husband.

“And no wedding means I never would have met you guys in New York when you were dress shopping and been asked by Anitah to be a bridesmaid, which means no going to Cordonia and I never would have met Rashad...” Genevieve looked up at Rashad giving him a sad smile.

“Liam would be married to Madeline,” Leo snorted, Liam shooting him a look.

“You’d still be the playboy prince galavanting around with god knows who,” Liam retorted.

“Again...Madeline,” Leo laughed shaking his head as Liam flipped him off.

“I probably wouldn’t be in Cordonia at all,” Rashad spoke up. “Not with how the company was running back then.”

“I’d be a lonely stable boy,” Drake chuckled as Pam smiled down at him.

“Things would be so, so different...” Maxwell raised his brows as the reality of it all hit them.

***************

(Cordonia)

Pam walked from Reginas quarters finishing up her session with her. Her internship was coming to end and so was her time in Cordonia. As she walked down the hall she looked up to see Liam.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Pam curtsied to Liam.

“Pamela,” Liam smiled. “How is Regina today?”

“Quite well. Actually, today was our last session.”

“Oh, really? So, what are your plans? Will you be staying in Cordonia?”

“I’m afraid not. My internship is over in two weeks. I’ll be heading back to Chicago. But Dr. Remus will be available if anything comes up and Regina needs additional support.”

“Ah, I see. I’m sure Isaiah will be sad to see you leave. Thank you for all your help though. You really made a difference in Regina.”

“Oh, Isaiah and I arent really...anything.” Pam dismissed. “But I’m glad I was able to help. It’s always hard losing someone. And please tell...” Pam fought rolling her eyes, “Queen Madeleine, I said goodbye.”

Liam slightly chuckled noticing her expression. “Will do, Pamela. Take care.”

She smiled and turned walking away. Her eyes were on the papers in her hands when she felt her shoulder bump into someone. She looked up just as they kept walking, seemingly in a rush.

“Sorry,” they grumbled as they walked and she looked up catching the back of someone’s brown hair.

“No...my fault...” she shook her head and kept walking.

Liam walked to his study after coming from lunch with Madeline where he was forced to discuss tea party arrangements for a tea ceremony he wouldn’t even be attending. He and Madeline had been married just over six months, and the forced marriage was no easier now than it was back then. He was miserable, and he missed Anitah. He wasn’t quite sure how after a years time she could still consume his thoughts the way she did, but she was forever there, etched into the forefront of his mind. The times they had together, her smile and laugh, the way she loved him. He was never going to find what he had with her with anyone else.

***************

(New York City)

Anitah ran to her room from the shower and threw in her jeans and shirt. “Shit!” She mumbled to herself looking for her books. She threw her hair up in a ponytail once she found them and slipped on her flats running out the door.

“You’re still here?” Alicia asked getting ready to head to the bakery.

“Yes! I overslept! I was up late finishing that paper! I gotta go!” Anitah bolted out the door of their apartment and ran to the streets hailing a cab.

It had been one year since Anitah chose to stay in New York after they arrived on the engagement tour for the UN Gala. No where near to finding Tariq, as much as it hurt, she didn’t see the point of going back to Cordonia. She couldn’t stand by and watch Liam, the man she loved, marry someone else. After a tearful goodbye with Liam, she walked away and made her way back to her apartment that she shared with Alicia.

A few months after being back, she began to pick up the pieces and try and move on. She was accepted back into Fordham to finish her degree. She often found herself thinking of Liam, wondering how he was and thinking about Drake, Maxwell and Rashad as well. She missed all of them, but keeping in contact was too hard as it only made her think of him more. And she often found herself wondering if he ever thought about her.

Alicia made her way to her family owned bakery to begin her work day. It had been a couple of weeks since her and her boyfriend Mark had broke up and she was feeling better that day than she had in a while. She knew she deserved better than him and the way he treated her, and she wondered if she would ever find anyone who would be able to make her happy. She was beginning to think the guys in New York just weren’t going to cut it.

Anitah made it back to their apartment later that evening, Alicia already home. She walked in and plopped on the couch next to her friend who handed her a glass of wine.

“Thank you,” Anitah took a big gulp.

“Paper?”

“Got an A...and I made it just on time for my morning class,” she dropped her head back exhausted.

***************

(Chicago, 2 weeks later)

Genevieve ran around the condo making sure everything was cleaned up. Pam was arriving home today after her internship in Cordonia was finished and she couldn’t be more excited to have her friend back home.

She heard the key slide into the lock and she squealed. “PAMMY! You’re finally home!”

“Oh, Gen!” Pam grabbed her bestie pulling her into a tight hug, tears filling her eyes. “I missed you so much! I even missed your morning grumpfest.”

“I missed you too! Never leave me again! So...tell me all about Compton.”

“Haha...Cordonia, Gen. Pretty sure I didn't see anything like Compton there.”

Genevieve giggled. “Tell me about it! You were a Queen’s therapist! What was the palace like? Any cute Princes available?”

“It was strange. I mean a country still being ruled by the monarchy? The King was wonderful, his wife was not,” Pam groaned. “Found myself surrounded by alot of good looking nobles.”

Genevieve gave her a knowing look. “Uh-huh, tell me about the cute noble that rocked your world. I know that smile!”

Pam rolled her eyes. “Rocked my world? Did not happen. But I spent some time with one guy that was nice. Nothing spectacular.” She shrugged.

“Did you get to go to any fancy balls? And wear a Cinderella gown? Please say yes!”

“Oh my god, you are like a small child in a grown womans body,” Pam snorted. “I went to a couple smaller balls with Isaiah....and yes he bought me a fancy Cinderella gown. It was ridiculously tacky.”

"Well, this child is taking you out tonight. Tacky ball gown optional. I met a super hot guy and he wants us to meet him at Howl at the Moon. So go get dressed,” Genevieve pulled her into another hug. “I’m so happy you’re home. I feel complete again.”

***************

(Cordonia)

Liam, Drake, Leo and Rashad walked off the basketball court wiping the sweat from the faces after playing a grueling game. They all picked up their waters downing them practically in one gulp.

“You two could have played,” Rashad panted as he caught his breath, looking at his cousin, Isaiah, and Maxwell. “We could have just done three on three.”

“That’s alright,” Maxwell waved him off. “We showed up late.”

“So, Liam, are we all riding on the jet with you to New York for the UN gala?” Rashad asked.

“Yes, if you want to. Madeline won’t be attending. Which I am...completely ok with,” he shook his head rolling his eyes.

“Ah, trouble in paradise, little brother?” Leo snorted clapping Liam on the back.

“This was never a paradise, Leo. More like a nightmare I can’t seem to wake up from.”

“Well, since we’re all taking Liam’s jet, would you mind if I send your jet to bring in Pam for the weekend from Chicago?” Isaiah asked Rashad who nodded and shrugged.

***************

(Chicago)

Pam sat on the sofa in her and Genevieve’s condo sipping a glass of wine. Gen walked in the door a short time later coming home from work that day.

“Hey! How was work?”

“Stupid. Work is always stupid.”

“Bad day?” Pam snorted as Gen shot her a look. “Well...what would you say if I asked you to come to New York with me this weekend? Would that make your bad day better?”

Pam quirked her brow with a smirk. She explained how Isaiah had called and told her that he and the other guys were coming into New York for the UN Gala and his cousin offered to send his jet to pick them up and bring them into the city for the weekend.

“I thought you said you and Isaiah weren’t really a thing...” she chuckled.

“We’re not...but a weekend trip to New York?” Pam shrugged. “Why the hell not.”

“Um...private jet to New York City? Count me in!”

“We take off Friday morning at 7am.”

***************

(Cordonia)

Later that night the guys rolled up to the tarmac to board the royal jet for the overnight flight to New York. Maxwell and Isaiah both took their seats in the back immediately getting ready to sleep for the long flight. Rashad, Leo, Drake and Liam took the four seats facing each other and began talking as the plane took air.

“Don’t drink too much this time, Leo,” Liam warned.

“Hey, if those dignitaries can’t handle their liquor that’s not my problem. They’re the ones who challenged me at the last event.” Liam shook his head with a smirk.

As the flight continued, Liam stared out the window, lost in thought, knowing that he was going to be in the same area as her. Drake must have been able to tell what he was thinking about, clearing his throat and getting his attention.

“So,” he spoke in hushed tones trying not to wake Rashad and Leo, “Are you going to try and get ahold of Brooks while we’re there?”

Liam let out a heavy sigh and shook his head no. “It’s been a year, Drake. She’s had to of moved on by now, I mean...a girl like her isn’t going to stay single for long. She’s probably happy...” he trailed off as the bile rose in Liam’s throat, “with someone else.”

***************

(New York City)

Anitah laid in her bed that morning staring up at the ceiling listening to the already bustling city outside her window. She didn’t know why, but Liam seemed to be on her mind more than ever the last couple of days. She needed to keep her mind occupied, and having a day free of no classes she planned to do just that. She got out of bed and walked to Alicia’s room.

“Get up,” she jumped on Alicia’s bed eliciting a groan from her.

“Whyyyy,” she grumbled.

“Because were not going to sit around and drown in our sorrows today. You need to stop sulking over Mark already.”

“Says the girl who still sulks a year after your break up.”

“Exactly! We both need to move on! So come on, we’re going to out shopping and we’re going out tonight.”

Alicia side eyed Anitah and let out a breath. “Ughh, fiiiine!”

***************

Pam and Gen arrived in New York later that afternoon and spent the day walking around the city with Isaiah before he needed to head back to the hotel to get ready for the UN Gala. He took them back to the hotel before heading back to his. They were planning on hanging out there until they heard from Isaiah after he told him that he and Leo were going to try to convince a couple others to leave the gala early so they could check out New York City’s night life.

Later that evening Liam and the other guys stood in the ballroom at the UN Gala, Leo already going shot for shot with the dignitaries. Liam stood looking out the floor to ceiling window that had a view of Central Park off in the distance, remembering the last time he was here, sneaking out of this same ballroom with Anitah and they walked to the park.

That was where she told him she was planning on staying and not coming back to Cordonia. He took a breath, his mind wondering where she was, how she was, what she had been up to this past year. He felt a tap on his shoulder and turned to see Leo giving him a lopsided grin.

“Li...lets get the hell out of here,” he chuckled. Liam smirked shaking his head. “Come on, you made your rounds. The other guys and I wanna go out!”

Liam thought for a moment looking at his brother. “Alright, lets go.” He thought why the hell not.

He followed Liam to where Maxwell, Drake, Rashad and Isaiah we’re standing by the door waiting. Isaiah pulled out his phone calling Pam telling them they were going out.

“Hey, guys where do I tell her and her friend to meet us?” Isaiah asked.

Maxwell was scrolling on his phone. “Ah ha! This place, it says it’s the hottest club in town...”

***************

“Anitah! Come on, you’re taking forever!” Alicia stood out in their living room waiting for her. Anitah came from her room a moment later.

“Hakuna your tata’s,” she chuckled. Alicia smirked and handed her a double shot. “Pre-gaming?”

“Yup! We’re going out tonight for the first time in...I don’t even know how long. We’re gonna have fun!” They clinked their glasses together before tossing back the shots.

“So, where are we going? Did you decide?”

“Yup! We’re going to Kismet.”

#trr #trr fanfic #the royal romance #choices trr #trr mc #trr liam #king liam #liam rhys #liam x anitah #drake x pam #rashad x genevieve #leo x alicia #cordonia #new york #chicago

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rulesofthebeneath · 5 years

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how bout a dance part 2

<AN> Okay hey y’all have been seriously nice and crazy supportive of this bullshit!! thank u so much from the bottom of my heart, it means so so so much to me that you guys like this. Credit to @euphonyinestetica as co-writer and editor, tagging: @pixelburied @witchiegirl @lilmissperfectlyimperfect @ajaysbhandari @anlashokk @itsbrindleybinch @aidenzhous @ravenclawpokegirl25 @catlady0911 love u all!! Hope u enjoy </AN>

“I have to say, your resume is quite impressive, especially for being so young. You have all the qualities we’re looking for, and a good amount of experience. And it is true that we’re in a bit of a rush to finish up the hiring process. I really think you could be an asset to this production.”

“Thank you, ma’am. I’m not sure what to say, other than that I’m looking forward to working with everyone.”

“Speaking of… because we’re in such a hurry, would you mind taking some things home? Rehearsals restart on Monday, and I’d like you to be familiar with everything by then.”

“Of course,” Ajay smiled as he reached for the stack of papers on Annette Keiser’s desk. He quickly scanned the first few pages of the script, looked at the notes the old director had written down during the first two rehearsals, and flipped over to the cast list and headshots. As he combed through it, one picture stuck out. He froze.

“Grace Lee?” he asked, trying to disguise the sudden shake in his voice.

“Yes, our Bonnie. She’s a new find but very talented. I have a few concerns about her stamina during performances, but given the limited run of the show I’m not too worried.”

“Hm,” Ajay hummed. “I… she…” He tried desperately to get his thoughts together. “We… went to high school together.”

Annette raised an eyebrow. “Really? I thought she was from some small town in Oregon?”

“She is. So am I. God, I don’t think I’ve seen her since I left for college.”

“Theatre’s a small world. Were you friends?”

“We, ah... “ Ajay swallowed. “We actually had a relationship in high school, for about a year and a half.”

“Oh.”

Ajay and Annette both sat there, taking in this new information. Then, they both started speaking at the same time.

“It won’t be a problem-” Ajay said, just as Annette said “Will this be an issue?” Annette laughed politely.

“Go ahead.”

“It won’t be a problem,” Ajay started again, “because we ended things on good terms. There’s no hard feelings.”

“That’s a relief,” Annette replied. “I didn’t want to have to go through the process of finding another director.”

“Of course not.”

“You’re sure this isn’t a problem? I hope you understand that I would need to know before you start working on the show, for everyone’s sake.”

“I promise it won’t be a problem. I was just surprised, but Grace and I are on good terms. I might ask that you give her a call before Monday, though, just so I don’t surprise her when I show up.”

“That’s high priority on my never ending list of things to do.”

Ajay laughed. “Well, I’ll get out of your hair then. Thank you so much for this opportunity. I won’t disappoint you.”

“You’d better not,” Annette jokingly threatened, waving a pen in his direction. Ajay slipped the papers into his briefcase and left her office, completely bewildered at the turn that afternoon had taken.

He’d been finishing up his shift at the coffee shop he worked at when his phone rang, an unknown number. He answered and it was somehow a request for an interview from someone who’d seen his small production of Little Shop of Horrors that had run a few weeks ago at a small downtown theatre. He was shocked that they were considering him to direct at one of the most well known non-Broadway theatres, but looking back, he shouldn’t have been that surprised.

His BFA in directing from NYU had opened up many doors for him, even some professional jobs before he’d finished his degree. He was still young but had a good reputation, at least on small productions. Ajay had always known that he wanted to be a director, and he still felt honored that he got to live that dream every night. It got him through the brutal shifts at the coffee shop, making and remaking drinks for thankless customers. It didn’t help that the coffee shop was in Chelsea, and Chelsea residents weren’t well known for their patience. The only thing that made it worth it, other than the fulfillment of his directing dream, was the apartment he shared with his roommate and longtime best friend in the East Village, putting them in the middle of all the action of New York.

Ajay loved the city, loved how busy and loud it was all the time. It made an inspiring background soundtrack for his 3 AM ramblings, when he sketched out blocking tipsy from three glasses of merlot and drunk on the energy that New York just seemed to emanate from every corner. He especially loved it when it rained, during the summer when he could throw on a t-shirt and sweatpants and stand outside, letting the rain drip off his nose and soak his hair. He loved how the rank smells from the sewers or the dumpsters got washed away during a storm, and for the first few moments after it passed the city smelled brand new.

Jake, his roommate, rolled his eyes when he walked through the door dripping rain onto the carpet, and sighed in defeat when he left for work in the morning and Ajay was still working on something he started the night before. Ajay sighed when he had to turn the volume up on his music after Jake brought people home, rolled his eyes whenever he failed to sneak whoever his one night stand was out the door before Ajay could notice. They had been college roommates since his sophomore year and had undoubtedly seen the worst and the best in each other.

When Ajay let himself into the apartment, Jake was frowning at a computer screen. Not entirely atypical behavior for the film editor. He looked up when Ajay walked in.

“I just got a job?” Ajay announced hesitantly. Jake brightened, leaning over to give him a crisp high five.

“Nice! Where?”

“Doing, uh, Bonnie & Clyde. With a theatre on the West Side.”

“Ooh, bougie. Know any of the cast or crew?” Theatre was such a small world in New York that the question was completely reasonable.

“I recognized a few of the names on the cast list, but I haven’t worked with any of the crew before. My, uh, ex-girlfriend from high school is one of the leads,” He answered, mumbling the last few words.

“WHAT?” Jake nearly yelled. “Wait, from high school? What’s her name?”

“Grace,” Ajay grumbled. “Honestly, of my exes, she’s the one I’d rather work with above any of the others.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, she’s the only one who didn’t rip my heart out and stomp on it,” Ajay started, trying to keep bitterness out of his voice. “We ended things on like, decent terms when I first went to NYU.”

“How long did you guys date for?”

“Longer than I was with either Thomas or Isabella.”

“Damn,” Jake whistled low. “That’s crazy. You think it’ll be awkward?”

“Hmm, maybe a little. I don’t know, she’s pretty easy-going. I think the producer’s going to warn her before I just show up at rehearsal on Monday.”

“Probably good. Hey, you got anything to do this weekend?”

“Mmm, gonna work Saturday morning, but nothing on Sunday.”

“I know you’re usually a whiskey-and-brooding type of guy, but I need a wingman for Saturday night. You in?”

“Ugh, fine. As long as I get my federally mandated fifteen minute break every four hours.”

“For your whiskey and brooding?”

“Absolutely.”

#how bout a dance #let me know if y'all wanna be added/removed from the tag list #hbad part 2 #ajay x mc #ajay bhandari #hssca #hssca fanfic #bullshit #uh #and i still owe ella my life #ella i owe u my life #there we go good #my fanfic #hbad

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that-aint-it-luv · 4 years

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Beers and blossoms || namjin

(Note : im not a native english speaker please bear with my grammar and spelling mistakes! )

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Kim seokjin, this man's life was perfect. A good and steady job, nice apartement, handsome face, healthy, and a girlfriend.

Well, not until now.

His 2 years of building their relaitionship turns to dust in just a few words said by her. "lets break up, i dont want you anymore" that sentence keep playing in his head as he walked out of the restaurant, its the one they go to when they had their first date.

He was taking a different route to go home, trying to clear his head. He walked and walked untik he passes a cute little shop, "spring day".

As he passes it, he saw the worker there through the glass walls, fixing a little pink boquet. /pretty/, seokjin thought as he sees the worker. The worker has pretty brown hair swiped to the side, beautiful brown eyes, and dimples peeking out due to his soft smile.

Seokjin contemplates wether he should go in or not, but after a few minute, he decide to just go for it, he probably needed someone to talk to.

The sound of the bells in the front door broke the silence in the shop.

"welcome to spring day! May i help you?" said the pretty worker. Seokjin just nodded politely, then stroll around the shop.

After looking at some succulent and tulips, He notice some roses sitting in the shelf. it brings back memories, he thinks. When he and his ex-girlfriend had dates, he usually bring flowers, and roses are one of them.

The pretty worker notices that seokjin is staring, and decided to make a conversation.

"those are some beautiful roses you know, its perfect to bring it to your date, well- i assume you're going on a date by your suit and all" the worker says happilly.

"i- haha n-no.. I just lost my date"

"oof- i-i meAN- OHmygod sorry"

How cute, seokjin thinks. "pfft its fine.." seokjim brushes it off.

"u-um well then, what are you looking for?"

" i guess.....plants that dont need much work? if theres any. I want to decorate my office" Seokjin says, he really needs to colorize his workspace.

" oh yes! There is a few on the back! Lemme' show you!" the worker guides him. "there, in that shelf, do you want to look around- umm"

"Seokjin, Kim seokjin"

"well, kim seokjin-ssi, im namjoon, kim namjoon. Do you want to look around?"

"yes" seokjin replied.

After a few minutes contemplating what to buy, Seokjin heads over counter to meet a half asleep namjoon. "umm.. Namjoon-ssi?"

"-huh? aH YES AHAHA IM SORry, u-um ready to pay?" Namjoon said embarrassingly fast. "hahah yes, how much is it?"

"15,090.14 원" (AN : i looked up amazon and its approximately 13$ ? Then i converted it to korean won but tbh idk)

Seokjin pulls out his wallet, pays, an waits as Namjoon packs his new little cactus friend.

"Thank you for coming! Have a nice day! Oh and umm.. Sorry about your date" Namjoon says as he gives the plant to Seokjin.

"yep, totally fine, oh and by the way, can we maybe uhh.. Meet for coffee sometime?" Seokjin offers, because why not give it a shot?

"umm okay! Here's my phone number" Namjoon says as he wrote down his number in a piece of scrap paper that he found.

"here, now goodbye!"

And seokjin leaves the shop smiling to himself.

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Some weeks have passed by, And they may or may have not meet up for a few dates in the past few weeks.

Namjoon is just preparing to go home after finishing his shift, he got the early shift today. But namjoon doesnt feel like going home yet, its just a few past 6, so he decided to go to the bar because why not.

He got home first, dropping off his work things and switch to some more fancy clothes, by fancy he means some pink (a little bit cropped) sweater and black ripped jeans. He walked out from his apartemen, and walked to the bar.

By arriving there, he goes straight to buy some drinks.

"Namjoon-ah! Long time no see!"

"Hoseok-hyung! Haha yes, i just dont have time. Its a blessing that i got the early shift today"

"well, what do you want?" Hoseok, supposedly the bartender ask.

"just give me whatever you have" Namjoon replies.

" whiskey it is"

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Seokjin has free time, free of doing work, free of chores, free of doing what he usually do. So, what does he do when he got times like this? He goes to the bar.

What he didnt expect is, Namjoon, /the/ kim namjoon, namjoon who loves cute things, plants, and ryan the lion, to be there, completely wasted, sitting in one of the bar stools, and whiskey in hand.

"namjoon?" Seokjin sits in one of the stools beside namjoon. A quiet "what?" is only heared.

"its jin-hyung, what are you doing here?" Seokjin asks, mind full of quriosity. "im visiting my friend~" namjoon slurred.

"huh? Who is your friend?" Seokjin questions again. "hoseok--the bartender" namjoon says while still laying his head on his arms.

Namjoon then gets his head up to see seokjin, he puts his hand on Seokjin's cheeks, "handsome" namjoon says drunkenly.

"so pretty, hyungie who i will never have, he's so handsome that *hiccup* he probably already has someone"

Seokjin froze. So namjoon said that he wants him?

"hyungie so pretty while me being the burnt chicken nuggwt i am, will never be togetheeeer~" namjoon spews out words unknowingly.

Seokjin is at loss of words, after going out that much, Namjoon still thinks he doesnt want him? Well, seokjin never asks namjoon to be his boyfriend or something, they just go and hang out, never more than that. People just camnassume that they are two bros chilling, and maybe namjoon thinks like that. ( AN : he just connected the d o t s )

"namjoon, dont think like that please. I want you, i always have. And youre the most precious human ever, youre not a burnt chicken nugget." Seokjin says softly, he then continues, "we've been on several dates, well-we dont call it a date, but yeah, ive taked you out many times, why do you think i dont want you?"

"because youre pretty"

"and you are too"

Namjoon felt like bursting, he didnt know that it was from the alcohol or not but god, he is so soft right now.

Now, seokjin thinks, even namjoon probably wont remember this in the morning, he feels that this is the right time. /here goes nothing/

"i like you joon, more than just friends. will you be my boyfriend?"

Namjoons face is already flush by the alcohol, topped with the blush he had AND seokjin making him blush, makes him EXTREMELY red. Namjoon just nodded silently, dropped himself to Seokjin's chest while repeating "yes,yes, of course" like a mantra.

Seokjin is overjoyed, Namjoon is his now, he kisses Namjoons forehead, making the latter blush more and more.

"well baby, lets take you home"

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AN: yeet this shit lit rally takes me a day to finish. If some of yall actually read this, i give my thank you's from the bottom of my heart! ♡♡♡

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go-just-me-fan · 6 years

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"Welcome Home" Part 2: Take your time

(Finally, it's here! Sorry for mistakes in advance, I tried my best! And it supposed to be the final part BUT I screw it, I'll write third part as well. I have no idea when, it will take lot of time and afford but it will be here eventually. So for now, thank you so much for dropping by and I hope you'll enjoy!)

"It'z torture... I don't know if I can handle zhis anymore... It'z taking forever WHEN HE'LL FINISH?!

"Shneep calm your tits, they have to take their time it's not... magic..." said bored Marvin with little smirk.

"I still can't belive, you guys turned back and went to McDonald's instead." added Jackieboy Man with his mouth full of fries.

"It was your idea, dumbass." murmured Marv.

"Shut your face!"

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Later, they all were sitting together in old Chase's van. Shneep was the driver because only him and The Cat Mask had driving licence. Cool Dad left his in... well, now Stacy's home. He didn't like to drive anyway, but Doctor and Magnificent got their licences when they were in high school and Brody couldn't be worse.

Shneep sat behind the wheel. The only thing he ordered was some bitter coffee, because "people have no idea what kind of garbage they serve here". Also he was really sleepy and that useless magician refused to drive.

Shneep considered taking that risk and let Bottle Flip Master drive, but it isn't a great idea to disturb him when he has his headphones on. These happy famielies, couples with children playing around this restaurant were making him sick. Music was his way to deal with grief and guilt. Music and Whiskey. Mostly Whiskey. But Jackie has taken away from him every bottle and JJ was keeping an eye on him in case Brody wanted to buy some new. They didn't even know that Shneep has found that alcohol and drank all of it in a secret. After that he made a promise to himself that if everything somehow will end well, he will give his money back to them and apologise. But at that moment they had more important stuff to do.

Jamson tapped Shneep's shoulder and offered him some of his cookies. JJ didn't like eat fast food but he was partial to shakes, ice creams, cakes or any kind of sweets. He could spend all of his money at once for these delicious food (that's one of the reasons why their budget was limited).

"Nah, danke" he shook his head.

"Hey, I would like some!" called Jackie. Mute Fella shared his sweets with pleasure, depite the fact Hero did not have good manners. JJ mustering all patient he got, did not say a word when Hero are with his month open. Chase and Henric didn't even give a crap.

Marv rolled his eyes.

"Didn't your mother teach you how to eat?"

"Father didn't teach ya to shut the fuck?"

"It's <shut the fuck u p>, idiot" Kit Kat corrected him with smirk, glad how he was making him angry.

"Stop correcting me!" The Most Red One yelled fed up with him. Some of his food landed on the floor. Doktah was too tired to get mad at him for that.

"Stop being wrong then!" Marvin got one cookie from JJ and started eating it "properly".

"Geez, you're truly pain in the ass, aren't ya?" murmured Jackie behind his lunch. Everyone in van (except Chase, who still listened to music, didn't pay attention to anything else) felt super uncomfortable.

The Cat Mask raised his eyebrown:"And what was that?"

"Oh, look! Mr Always Right And Ironic. Again to depress you with his superiority!" hissed Jackie throwing a grasp of fries at him.

"Hey, it doesn't mean that I'm narcissistic! It only means you are a little, whining-!"

"Everybody zilence!" commend Shneep. He switched on the engine and left the parking lot. Since then, they were sitting in tense silence.

"No wonder you were hungry, Marvin." spoke Doktor to break this embarrassment."I ztill cannot believe you ordered thiz container of nuggets."

Kit Kat snorted.

"Chicken is really important meal, furthermore I love that taste. And I share it with Chase, so it must be big!"

Chase didn't care about anything at that moment.

"You do realize was ist inside of theze, don't you?" he glanced at him in the rearview mirror.

"Yeah, that would explain why are you so disgusting. You eat what you are." Jackie showed Marv his the tongue.

"You are what you eat, imbecile!" Marvin started to losing his temper."Learn to speak for God's sake!"

"I don't have time for stupid grammar! I don't even have time to chew!" That's way he always orders only one big shake (and steals fries). "I need my strenght, coz while you are goofing around with your silly tricks, someone is trying to save the day!"

"By running away in the last moment?!" retorded Kit Kat.

Shneep stopped the car gustly. Everyone (except Chase again) looked at him confused.

"Vhat?" He got up and opened the door. "I left my chainzaw nearby. I vill be right back. Vould you help me, Jamson?" Doktah asked friendly and started heading into somewhere."Zhis two needs to get over zheir issuez."

JJ nodded and followed him, worring a bit about Chase and "these two".

Marvin pulled out his phone and was checking something suspiciously interesting. Jackie on the other hand was just staring at him worryingly. He chew on his lip nervously.

"You know what? You are right." He said after a while. The Magician looked at him tired of his "stupidity". But Boy Man continued.

"All I want to do in my life is proctecting. People, weak ones... and especially you guys. And I successively fail you. Again and again. It won't change a thing but... I'm sorry Marvin."

The Cat Mask put down his phone and looked at him concered.

"I was too busy <improving myself> and <doing my best> while you were going to collage, starting familes, getting actual jobs... And I was the one who is supposed to defend that! And I failed everyone. I am not smartass like Shneep, or family guy like Chase, or sweet ball of sunshine like JJ... Hell, I'm "superhero" and I don't even have any powers or magic like you!"

He stopped talking and stared at the floor while his eyes were filling with tears. Marvin was drained up and had no idea what to say. Jackie wiped these tears away.

"You are kinda my idol, Marv." He started talking again. "Despite having your own life and problems... You're still here. With us. To save the day even if you don't necessearly have to. You worked hard for this magic skills. And I have nothing. Maybe I even am nothing. Either way, I apologise for today. Maybe I'm little whinig bitch, but it's tense situation for all of us, you know..."

The Magician glanced at him for quite a while before he slowly said:"Jackie... This is the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

The Hero tried to add something but Marv interrupted him.

"You are valid. Even if I'm messing with you, that doesn't change the fact you actually formed this group to beat up this sadistic glitchy son of the bitch! Like it's so brave and smart of you to take action and ask for help? To be aware that asking for help is not sign of being weak? I appriciate that, Jackie. I'm not the one to thank here. Don't you dare to talk shit about yourself ever again!"

Jackie stared at him in complite slience while Chase was busy having still no idea what was going on and sleeping. Marvin saw litle smirk on his face.

"I knew there is lil fluff heart under that sass facade." Jackie pinched the bridge of his nose. Marv felt urge to rip off his arm.

"You will never make me say anything nice about you. Ever." whispered against his ear The Cat Mask. Boy Man shurgged joyfully and hugged him tightly.

"LET ME GO OR I WILL RIP YOUR HEART OFF AND MAKE YOU WATCH IT BEATING ON MY HAND WHILE YOU WILL SLOWLY DIE IN PAIN."

"Hey, I thought you liked that yesterday!" he teased him.

"That...! Was long time ago and... FALSEHOOD!"

"Hey, lookz like you zwei are gut again!" Shneep was back, looked like proud father with his chainsaw and JJ behind him, dragging some blades.

"You all are dead to me" said Marv resigned.

"Acorrding to what are we going to do... pretty much" sign JJ while trying to not drop these weapons.

Chase looked up and saw that scene supriesed. He took of his headphones:"Wait, did I missed somethin'?"

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And it finally happened. They busted in ready for the most horrible, wicked, gory sight but nobody prepared them for what they actually saw. Mostly because it wasn't so bad. Quite a mess, yes, but... pretty normal.

Jackieboy Man looked at Shneep questioningly. He shrugged confused as the respond. JJ grined, glad that there wasn't so bad after all.

Marvin relaxed a bit. Final Battle seemed cool but... If this motherfruscker wasn't here, well Marv wouldn't be even mad. Chase on the other hand was still nervous, he was looking around with the gun in his sweaty, shaking hands. He felt the need to escape when he heard something in other room. But instead he motioned to rest of them absolutly terrified. Jackie smieled ominously, JJ... just the opposite.

And so Boy Man rushed into room once again with Marvin and the squad not far behind.

And then, they stood face to face with their greatest fear. Everybody froze. Even suprised Anti. They was just staring at each other until Chase started screaming:

"WHAT IS HE DOING WITH HIS BODY, SOMEONE MAKE HIM STOP!"

Apparantly Anti started training yoga. Fun fact: pose he was doing is called "Astavakrasana". Slowly, he stood up, raised his hands and said: "I̶̘̭̐͗͑ ̸̥̦̮̑̽͝c̸͖̠͙̃̅̕a̸͉̥̺͑̓̕n̷͉̟̭̈̀͝ ̷̘̭͚̐͐̑ë̴͎͕̟́̍͗x̶̥̣͖͐̃̈́ṗ̴̗̭̱̄̔l̴̫͓̞̄̕͝a̸̭̩̻̐͆̅ỉ̸̧͍͚̀̾ṇ̴̨͉̓͋́...

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satans-sass-blog · 6 years

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Often

Summary : y/n is a nurse who’s life gets a twist since the moment she meets a bleeding dean Winchester

Characters : nurse reader x Dean Winchester, Sam winchester

Warnings : implied smut, (potential future smut), gunshot

A/N : this is my first fic written for @carryonmywaywardcaptain 500 challenge, I’m not good with summaries but give it a shot u might like it , potential part 2 would start right after this. Enjoy and maybe leave some feedback, would mean a lot 🖤

Word count: 920

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“whiskey” she muttered under her breath before pushing herself inside the little apartment. Propping herself on the couch she lazily took off her bra, a sound of relief escaped her mouth.

Her job as nurse often required booze to realax, or at least that’s what she would tell herself.

Most days were spent reassuring worried moms and stitching up all kinds of people, exept every now and then she’d meet interesting “cases”.

She poured herself a second glass slipping down memory lane, not really paying attention to whatever was on TV. Her most interesting case involved a man named Dean Winchester.

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Couple months ago

She was walking home when she found him bloody, leaning against his car. Out of instinct she ran towards him, dropping to her knees she did everything she could to help him.

“I’m y/n, I’m a nurse i can help you but I need to know what happend” she said looking for the wound frantically.

“hey!!” she yelled noticing the man drifting into unconsciousness.

In the ambulance he grabbed her hand, muttering words she couldn’t really hear.

Making sure the man was in good hands, Y/n went home to catch a few hours of sleep before the next shift. By the time she was back at the hospital the misterious man was just waking up. “welcome back with the living” she joked, checking on his conditions.

“who.. Where am I?”

“st. James medical centre, mind answering a few questions?” he nodded half sitting on his bed.

“alright Name?, And while you’re at it mind telling me how you ended up bleeding on a sidewalk?” she asked intrigued.

“name’s Dean Winchester , and I got.. robbed”

“robbed..?” she paused wrinkling her nose, “What did they steal your lying skills?. ”.

She knew he was lying, carkeys, phone and wallet present, besides a guy like him getting jumped didn’t add up.

“yeah.. listen i gotta get back to my brother, but thanks for helping out” he answered getting off the bed and getting dressed.

“where do you think you’re going! You need to rest, or all the stiches will rip”

“sweetheart this ain’t my first rodeo” he smirked checking his phone. Walking out she followed him, finally getting his attention.

“you listen to me, I don’t know what your deal is… I saw the scars.. But what I know is I don’t let my patients die” she paused “so if u wanna play tough guy go ahead but…Here’s my number for when the stiches will rip or God knows what else”

He took the card looking at her intrigued before walking away.

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Someone knocking repeatedly on the door caused her return to reality.

“Y/N!” a familiar voice growled her name. She jumped to her feet, recognizing the man and opening the door.

Dean was standing there with mix of worry and fear on his face and a taller man hanging from his neck

“Dean what’s.. ?”

“gunshot… I didn’t know who to call…”

“on the couch fast” she ordered,realizing the taller guy was leaving a trail of blood with each step.

This time she managed to help the man, no hospital needed, “they wouldn’t go anyways” she thought to herself. Dean was pacing around the room waiting for an answer, anything really.

“will you stop that! ” she glared at him.

“stop what!”

“that” she gestured with her hands, “jumping around, it’s making me nervous”.

“oh.. Sorry” he replied with a guilty tone.

After a few minutes she finally stood up, washing her hands in the kitchen sink and taking two beers out of the fridge.

“Is he going..?”

“he’ll be fine, just needs to rest” she reassured, handing dean a beer and taking a long sip from her own.

They sat Toghever at the little kitchen table, “he’s my brother Sam…I really owe you one Y/n”

“make it two Winchester”, she joked trying to lighten up the Hunter. “right..” he chuckled.

“well..” she cleared her throat, interrupting the looks they were exchanging “He’s not going anywhere any time soon, so..” she glanced at the giant sprawled on her couch.

Dean nodded, finishing his beer.

Around the 4th beer a soft grinn began forming on his pink plump lips. “I’ve never got to say this but uh… That night.. The memories alone gave me some happy endings in some lonely nights.”

She raised an eyebrow intrigued, getting up for more beer “is that so?..you weren’t that bad yourself I gotta say”

“not bad?!” he dramatically protested cause good her to laugh.

Opening the fridge she felt two strong hands on her hips, she was quickly turned around and faced with an awfully close dean Winchester.

“well.. We’ve gotta fix that sweetheart .. ” he whispered, hands warm sneaking under her shirt. She leaned in his touch, wrapping her hands around his neck and playing with his hair.

“what makes you think I even want you? ” she sassed. He bit his lower lip once more, lifting her on his hips.

“hey!” she protested, “hey you” he repeated mockingly.

It felt like forever, their lips brushing Toghever, her hands playing with his soft hair and exchanging snarky comments here and there.

This went on for way too long, both of them grinding against each other craving any kind of friction, until..

“bedroom? ” she simply moaned in response, breaking the trail of sloppy kisses on Dean’s now bare chest.

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