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sashaisready · 22 days

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This Must Be The Place: Chapter 2 -Feet on the ground

Biker!Bucky x Femme Reader

Back at your beloved late grandmother's home to pack up her house, you have a run-in with the town's biker gang 'The Howling Commandos' and find yourself entangled with the metal armed President.

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No specific warnings in this one (apart from Biker!Bucky of course). Some brief references to grief. Sorry it's on the shorter side, just need to set up our story. Thanks to all who have reblogged/commented, it means a lot!

You sipped your drink as you told Bucky all about granny and moving into her house. He nodded solemnly as he leaned on the bar and listened intently, the depth of his attention surprising you. You didn’t expect him to be so easy to talk to. Behind you, Wanda and Vis were very obviously pretending to be chatting, while clearly eavesdropping on your conversation.

“Oh yeah, she was a nice lady. I’m sorry for your loss,” Bucky told you with sincerity after you’d finish the whole tale. “She was a tough old gal”.

“Uh, thanks,” you replied quietly, not realising until now what an emotional gut punch it still was to talk about her. “And yeah…she was”.

You cleared your throat and changed the subject. You cocked an eyebrow and looked at him curiously.

“So…what’s your deal?”

He grinned, “What’d you mean?”

“You know,” you pointed to his kutte, “all this. You’re one of the top guys, I guess? I’m sorry, I don’t really know the lingo…”

“I’m the President” he smirked and pointed to one of his patches, clearly a little amused by your ignorance.

You peered over at the fabric square. “Mm. So, what, you drive around town on your bikes causing mayhem and throwing darts at women’s butts?”

“Something like that, yeah,” he laughed. “But mostly we’re here, or at the auto shop across town”.

“Busy, busy” you teased. “I’m sure its all legitimate and above board…”

He winked. God, what a dangerous wink. You instinctively knew that wink had ruined lives.

You both exchanged a small smile.

“You’re not afraid of me, huh?” Bucky teased.

“Should I be?” you boldly shot back.

He grinned. “No. But a lot of people are”.

“Well…your aesthetics aren’t super warm and fuzzy”.

“No…guess not”.

You continued to sip your drink as you tried to fight off the nagging voice telling you to back off. God only knows what he gets up to when he’s not at the bar or fixing cars or at whatever other business fronts they had. You didn’t need another dangerous, no-good man in your life…You were only supposed to sort the house out, live quietly for a little while and then leave. Not get embroiled with the locals, and certainly not with the President of a probably criminal motorcycle club…

…and yet…

“So…you working while you’re staying here?” he asked curiously.

“Mm. Maybe. I have some savings. And thankfully the mortgage at my grandmother’s place is paid off, so at least that’s one less thing. But I might get something part time to keep the lights on”.

Bucky smirked and held his arm up to the bar behind you. “Work here”.

You laughed. “What? Yeah, good one…”

“I’m serious. You need extra cash. We apparently need some help here after you tore my poor bartender apart. So why not? Sounds like you have some experience…”

“I do yeah…but…”

“But what?” he asked, a hint of interrogation in his voice.

“Well, I was thinking more like a coffee shop or delivering pamphlets or something. Not working nights with drunks…”

“Oh, but we’re friendly drunks. Plus, the regulars tip well,” he pushed. “You can spend the days working on the house and then do a few evenings here until you move on. It’s perfect”.

You frowned. It was pretty perfect, actually. You thought about protesting, but as you looked back at Bucky’s expression you immediately understood that this was someone who was very used to getting his own way.

“You’re not gonna drop this, are you?” you asked.

“Nope” he responded, popping the ‘p’ and shaking his head.

You sighed, chewing your lip with hesitation.

“Will your club mind? I mean…they don’t know me. All they know is I yelled at one of them”.

“Eh. Everyone yells at Parker”, he shrugged. “You’ll fit right in”.

You frowned, then looked back at him suspiciously.

“But…Why are you doing this? You barely know me. I might be a serial killer for all you know…”

He chuckled. “Well, I’ve met a lot of bad guys in my time, Sugar, and trust me, you get pretty good at figuring people out. Plus, I get it, grief is tough, and your grandmother lived here all her life and was a big part of the community. And you’re her family. We do look out for one another here; this is our home after all”.

You blinked in surprise, not expecting that answer. Your sceptical side half believed he just wanted to get in your pants, but he sounded sincere regardless.

You looked over at his group who were laughing and drinking jovially, then across the room at the wide range of clientele. You’d certainly had worked at worse places.

Sighing, you turned back to Bucky. “Well…fine. Let’s do it. But I’m not wearing booty shorts or anything ridiculous for a uniform”.

This coaxed a belly laugh from him. “No…only the male bartenders wear those,” he quipped. “Jeans and tees are fine. Maybe a flannel if you really wanna mix it up”.

You nodded. “Okay, I can do that”.

He smiled back at you sweetly, but a hint of something edgier lay beneath. The way he eyed you made you feel…exposed. Like you were a doe caught in the crosshairs. It wasn’t unpleasant, no, in fact it made your lower belly surge, sending a wave of butterflies through you.

“Welcome aboard, Sugar” he grinned.

You smiled back, once again knowing full well you were treading into dangerous territory...but unable to stop yourself.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #james bucky barnes #this must be the place fic #biker!bucky #motorcycle club au bucky

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nymphbroadcast · 2 months

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Heartslabyul x MC! like Rosie

⊹Synopsis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆The Heartslabyul boys with a MC! or Yuu like Rosie.

⊹Relationship ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆ Fall in love / free of interpretation.

⊹FEM! MC/Yuu/Reader ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

⊹Clarifications: I changed the fact that MC! Rosie is a cannibal for obvious reasons and the age of the reader is not specified in case they want to interpret themselves as another species that is not human. I specify that MC! has great talent in the kitchen because Auntie Rosie really gives me THAT expert cook vibes.

⊹Rosie's Analysis ⊹ೃ 🌹⋆

• Rosie is a capable and articulate woman, quite gentle and friendly but no one knows if she is really honest, she is intelligent, patient, courteous, elegant and charming when interacting with others. She is especially kind and affectionate with those she considers her friends, she is very close to her group and is a very good and efficient leader, just as she is kind she can also be intimidating and authoritarian when she wants, her jokes can be somewhat old, which She is right with her taste for the old and old-fashioned, she is good at giving advice and can even offer to solve other people's problems herself, she is a kind host, giving her guests a place to sit and rest and offering to give them food before accepting listen to their problems and possibly offer help, however she also has her dark side, being someone very intelligent and astute, it is relatively easy for her to find people's weaknesses or virtues and manipulate them to her convenience. Among her tastes are cooking, old-fashioned music and meat, she is talented in areas such as cooking and music, especially in singing and charisma, and it is easy to get attached to her and her intelligence, deducing quick solutions to problems.

Riddle Rosehearts

🌹Riddle sees you as a kind of mother, the way you speak to him and see him proudly when he has an achievement makes his little heart feel warm with the maternal affection that he never really had.

🌹 You are his best advisor when he feels overwhelmed or stressed, your calm attitude helps him calm down and think with a cool head.

🌹 Your taste for old or outdated doesn't really bother him, in fact he finds it cute that you look like an ancient woman despite you're apparently being his age.

🌹 Riddle thanks you for calming down the uni-neural duo Adeuce's antics and keeping them calm at least for a while, before you has to be dragged with them into another problem.

🌹 Riddle probably didn't see many movies growing up and only saw a few with his mother, so he probably knows Mary Poppins and might find it curious how much you look like that old character.

🌹 Riddle loves your style and how you combine it with the aesthetics of his dorm, the red and pink colors with black in your elegant and sophisticated outfits remind him a lot of roses and in general of his dorm, along with your good education and good manners he thanks heaven (Crowley) that for once he doesn't have to deal with another troublemaker.

🌹 Due to his closed thinking, Riddle is glad that you like old music, because his mother used to listen to that type when he was younger and almost automatically he learned it by heart, so there are times when both of them do duets in private, singing songs that almost no one at school could recognize.

🌹 The first time he saw your imposing and somewhat... sadistic side... he was paralyzed, for the first time he saw you approach someone without your kind smile and instead it was a smile almost without emotions and as if you were about to eat someone alive (wink~ wink~), at that moment he swore never to turn you against him and even less to get you angry.

🌹 Hiss tea parties are the best since you are present at them and accompany him, your conversations never bore him, whether it is a story of mischief with the duo Adeuce and Grimm or that you have heard some gossip from a student, you always have something what to tell him.

Ace Trappola

♥ YOU HAVE BEEN PROMOTED TO UNOFFICIAL GODMOTHER OF ACE-

♥ This boy is very prone to getting himself and the others around him into trouble, so luckily you are there to control his recklessness.

♥ When Ace is angry or frustrated, whether because of Riddle or because the basketball club lost a game, he comes to you to feel comforted and pampered. You are good at listening to all his complaints and watching him vent without feeling judged. (even if you almost never understand him, because he speaks too complicated and fast-)

♥ However, you always scold him and avoid his disasters when he act like a brat.

♥ Your taste for things that are old-fashioned and old makes him wonder if you are really his age, in addition to your strange way of speaking and your manners reminding him of the old ladies in his neighborhood, however he will never criticize you and instead he may ask you one thing or another joke about that.

♥ It must be said that Ace has quite a sweet tooth, but you managed to convince him to come to you and not to steal Riddle's pies, Ace would never admit out loud the fact that he feels like a spoiled child trying the delicacies you cook for him.

♥ Ace is tender when he wants to, he really likes being with you without doing anything because you tend to spoil him and take care of him. (ROSIE HAS A LOT OF A CUTE MOM VIBES)

♥ Just as Ace is a total idiot, you are a sweetheart of a person, no one knows how the hell you ended up with him and they start to think that Ace put a spell on you or something.

♥ Aside from your good taste and talent in food, Ace is a little disturbed by the fact that you sometimes make either desserts or meals in the shape of human body parts... in addition to your jokes about cannibalism.

♥ Ace admires how easy it is for everyone to like you, he would pay anything to have your talent... I mean, even Riddle adores you!... that may or may not include the fact that he takes advantage of some people 'cause they have you appreciated

♥ In short, he loves you, although sometimes you seem like an old cartoon character because of your personality and tastes, he loves you because you are his compass in his impulse of idiocy.

Deuce Spade

♠️ Deuce... Deuce... this poor boy is exploding with love, we all know this boy LOVES his mother and the fact that you are like one really takes him through the roof.

♠️ Oh your food! Add Deuce to your list of the most loyal (free) customers in all of Twisted Wonderland! this boy dies for your food! It will actually eat anything you give to him, even if he ends up rounder than a ball.

♠️ Oh yeah, you're definitely what he needs, pull his ear when he does something stupid! or reward him with your love when he achieves a goal! this man is at your feet.

♠️ Regarding your tastes... he doesn't really know what to think, on the one hand he finds the fact that you look like an old lady in the fashion of the time adorable and on the other hand it confuses him... How old did you say you were? Are you sure you weren't born in 1920?... oh don't be offended! It just means that you see a lot of those times! It's a compliment!

♠️ Oh I really think Deuce would learn some of your songs just from you, plus he probably knows them if his mother used to listen to them or if he shares tastes with you! I really think Deuce would be a gentleman, even looking at the ground 7/24 when dancing with you so as not to step on you.

♠️ He probably takes photos of you to send to his mother or something, he's really fascinated by how your style combines with your youth and elegance. PS: Mama Spade is already scheduling everything to meet you, lady!

♠️ Deuce really appreciates your advice and teachings, he has improved a lot since he applied them, from his grades to his social relationships, oh my god, this man is going to marry you as soon as you both graduate.

♠️ Deuce believes that you were really meant to be in Heartslabyul, your care with animals, how you don't fail a single Riddle rule and how you have such a motherly relationship with everyone... Deuce admires you the most, girl.

♠️ Deuce notices how you tend to prefer his manners, often jokingly comparing him to Ace and saying something like: "Oh Deuce, polite as always. Ace! You can learn something from him!" And there you have it, as red as Riddle's hair as he feels blessed by the gods to see you so comfortable with him.

♠️ However, you also take care of reminding him that not everyone is good, taking care of his naivety, reminding him that an action can sometimes be worth a thousand words. He thanks you.

♠️ In the end, Deuce realizes that you are perfect for him: Intelligent, wise, educated, friendly and so beautiful in his eyes. You can bet what you want, but this guy will ask you to marry him as soon as he can! Do us a favor and take care of him, this boy loves you very much!

Trey Clover

♣️ Oh boy... There's finally a mom to take care of the big brother of all Heartslabyul! Girl, please take care of this man...

♣️ I think we all know Trey's caring tendency with his teammates, in the end he is surprised when he realizes that you are trying to take care of him and advise him, because usually the one who assumes that role is usually him.

♣️ Sometimes you have to remind him that just like his peers, he is a teenager and should focus on enjoying his youth! The poor man is always taking care of others and forgets about himself :(

♣️ You and Trey are a cute duo, you both cook excellent and take care of others... Who knew you weren't married huh?

♣️ Your old style and taste for the old-fashioned is curious, in reality it doesn't bother him since it is your own style and good for you if it makes you happy.

♣️ It only takes a few minutes for him to realize your resemblance to certain old characters cough Mary Poppins cough... And your exotic way of speaking, I honestly doubt he's ever heard someone with your accent and idioms before aside from one or another old woman.

♣️ Couple's hobby! You two definitely cook together! He is splendid with desserts and you with the common dinner! especially meat!... Trey sometimes doesn't know whether to laugh or ask for help when you start making certain black jokes about human flesh... (That no one understands)

♣️ Trey is amused by your musical nature, you actually sing or hum old songs while you cook or do other things my goodness! He may even end up learning them by listening to you.

♣️ Oh god, take care of this man for us! He's so tired of being the one who takes care of him!... please don't hesitate to pull his ear when he tries to disobey out of mere habit-

Cater Diamond

♦️ TAKE NOTE: CATER IS TURNING YOU INTO A MAGICAME MODEL.

♦️ My God. Cater loves your aesthetic, you give him the most beautiful vintage and dark vibes that he can't resist taking photos of you and uploading them to Magiacme. (with your permission.)

♦️ I don't think Cater will stop when it comes to teaching you about the technology, because even if you don't use it much you still agree to listen to him talk as much as he wants about it.

♦️ Let's say it, Cater is not really as we know him... And he tries to hide it, however you are always there to give him words of support and a sweet hug that takes him out of his turbulent mind.

♦️ Cater will definitely help you create content on networks if you access, cooking recipes, tips or pure photos with your aesthetic. Count on him!

♦️ Cater is amazed by your musical talent, although your voice may not be that of a modern singer who hits exaggerated notes, you know how to use your own voice and create a beautiful symphony and you can bet that Cater records it, even if it is just for him. (With your permission.)

♦️ Cater is already planning the wedding, he can already imagine you in a beautiful white dress with a "mermaid tail" skirt, a beautiful dress adorned with roses or white feathers, your beautiful smile that lights up her days... oh god, you have this man in your hands.

♦️ Cater loves your advice accompanied by a delicious meal or a simple cup of tea, Cater may not like sweets but you especially know how to make him eat some healthy sugar from time to time without making him feel disgusted or directly unable to swallow, now you're the Star chef of Heartslabyul. (Trey prepares the desserts)

♦️ Cater loves being with you, even if it's in silence or listening to your vintage music while you simply rest in each other's presence, this poor boy is tired and you are his comfort.

♦️ Congratulations, you have adopted five children with emotional problems! Now you are the mother/godmother of Heartslabyul, they love you and you love them, please take care of them! and I recommend that you start charging Crowley for the therapy of these boys, because you're leaving here married.

Nymph's Note:

My life is crazy, I had a flood in my apartment due to the negligence of a plumber... you have no idea of the chaos of things I currently live in, documents and clothes got wet, I have had to send many things to wash... Well, life goes on :), I finally managed to finish this one! Rosie really is one of my favorite characters, she's a beauty and I really feel like she fits like a glove with Heartslabyul.

I hope you enjoyed!

Remember to tune in, end of this broadcast!

Heartslabyul Dorm x MC! Like Rosie Done!

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gachagon · 1 year

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Oliver Aiku x Fem!Reader | Manager AU | NSFW 18+

"Oliver Aiku edges you in his office as his own personal reward for winning a match..." --------------------------------------------------- Words: 1.2k

Tags: Edging, vibrator, praise kink, office sex, fem!reader, NSFW, smut, BLLK, secret relationship

Pairing: Oliver Aiku x Reader

You are Oliver Aiku's Manager and recently he's been winning a LOT of his matches. You want to reward him in some way, but you haven't been able to come up with a good prize for him. You go to Oliver with your problem, and he has a lot of helpful suggestions for you. Though, he's decided that he wants a different kind of reward for doing so well in games...

The whole of Blue Lock had been filled with an infectious energy that week as the Uber’s team had won their fair share of matches, and were doing fairly well in the rankings. You couldn’t have been prouder of your star player, Oliver Aiku, for scoring so many goals in that last match. The rest of his team were just as happy and excited, they celebrated all week with loud partying and music for all who would join in.

For once, the competitive nature of Blue Lock had dissipated and you could almost forget that the other boys in their mismatched jerseys were supposed to be rivals! Throughout all the karaoke and food and booze, you celebrated alongside them, and kept your eye especially on Oliver who seemed the proudest out of all of them.

On the last night of festivities, when the other members of Uber’s had calmed down finally and decided now was an adequate time to get back to training, you hunted around the facility for Oliver. You felt that it was only right to congratulate him in your own way and on your own time, away from all of the other players. The two of you had been in quite the secret affair for a while now, and you had held yourself back from being too affectionate and touchy during the late night parties, lest any of the other Blue Locker’s catch wind of your relationship.

Now, however, they were all slinking off to the training rooms. Or locking themselves away in the theater to rewatch old games. Now was the perfect time to catch Oliver by himself finally.

The facility was quite large, and you couldn’t find him in his usual stomping grounds. You stopped in the hall, and thought for a moment. Could he be…there? You remembered that a lot of the Blue Locker’s were given their own special offices, but they rarely used them. Director Ego had them built purely for aesthetic purposes, and to hold press interviews. It was mostly empty since no one ever wandered over there…save for you and Oliver, when you would sneak off together for “work”.

You decided to head for the offices, though it was quite the long journey from the training rooms. Once there, you noticed that all of the doors to the various office areas were closed, save for Oliver’s.

You peeked your head in, and smiled when you spotted his tall figure standing in the middle of the room. He turned to look at you when you entered. “Oh Y/N, it’s you. Not here for an interview, I suppose?” He winked.

You chuckled, “I came to find you. I’ve been meaning to catch you alone for a while now, actually…”

Oliver walked closer to you, with a smirk. “Oh? Is Miss Manager not a fan of crowds now?” He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you closer, before pressing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. “What did you want to talk about?”

You smiled up at him warmly, “Well…I’ve been thinking, since you did really well in all of those other matches…that you deserve some kind of reward! But I haven’t thought of what to give you yet.” You said. Oliver grinned at you.

“Can the prize be anything I want?” He asked.

“Ha! I’m not a genie, Oliver. I can’t give you anything you want…but it can be close to that, at least.” You run a hand down his chest languidly. “What kind of prize did you have in mind?”

This time, Oliver’s smile became lecherous as he looked down at you, and the grip around your waist became tighter as he pressed your bodies together. You became aware of his hardened dick as it pressed against your thigh, and the warmth from your bodies became more apparent now that you were so close.

“I want to spend the night with you.” Oliver said, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Really? Is that all?” That was an easy present that you could give to him anytime, and you laughed, while he pressed kisses into your neck slowly.

“But…I want to try something different tonight. I’d like to spend it here.” He breathed along your neck, and you felt heat rise to your cheeks as you took his words in.

“Well I am a little curious…” You said, and Oliver just pulled you over to his desk, as you looked at it curiously.

You laid back on the hardwood desk in Oliver’s office, your legs were spread slightly as he pushed them apart with his hand. The wood beneath you was soaked with your own arousal as it dripped steadily from your pussy. You twitched against the wood of the desk, as Oliver pressed the small, humming vibe against your clit playfully. He let up on the pressure every few seconds before you could truly sink into the pleasure of the little pink device.

As he pressed it against your clit again, this time for longer, you let out a breathy whimper and your back arched off of the table. “Please…I need-” Your voice broke off into a frustrated groan as Oliver took the vibrator away from your needy pussy. You felt tears sting your eyes slightly, and your hips tried to chase after the vibrator, but he held you down firmly with one hand on your waist. Oliver stared into your teary eyes, and drank in the debauched state you were in after a few minutes with the toy he had brought.

“You’re so cute like this, Y/N…” He said in a soft tone. He brought a hand up to your face and stroked your cheek with a smile, before placing the toy back on your pulsing clit again. This time, he pressed it harder against the sensitive bud and your back lifted off the desk as you came all over his hand. The hum of the vibe was completely overshadowed by the continuous soft mewls you let out as he pleasured you with the small vibrator.

You were thankful he decided to lay you down for this, because the tension in your legs from such an explosive orgasm had left them feeling numb and weightless. Despite your climax, Oliver continued to hold the vibrator against your clit. The pleasure became overwhelming, and you whined loudly from the contact.

The gentle buzz rocked throughout your core, and you twisted your hips to try and run from the oversensitivity, but he was persistent. “Oliver….!” You called out his name, pleadingly. He leaned down to kiss your forehead. “Just a little longer, sweetheart. You’re being so good for me, right now.” He praised as he continued to work you with the vibrator.

Warmth spread throughout the lower part of your belly and you realized with surprise that you were going to cum again because of the vibrator. With a loud moan that soon teetered off into quiet whimpers, you squirted across the desk. Oliver chuckled in a low tone above you, as you opened your bleary eyes to stare at him.

Oliver kissed your lips gently, and finally relented with the vibrator. With a sigh you finally spoke. “So…did you like your prize…?” You asked, before laughing.

Oliver joined in as he picked you up and sat you on his lap in his office chair. You rested your head against his chest as he cradled you close to him, and rested his chin on the top of your head. “Very. I hope to get more rewards like this next time…” He muttered. “I’ll win the next match for sure.”

#bllk smut #blue lock smut #bllk x reader #bllk x y/n #bllk x female reader #oliver aiku x reader #oliver aiku smut #oliver aiku x y/n

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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Photoshoot

𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre and tags: fluff. established relationship. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ warnings: kisses and SO much fluff. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: hoshi x fem!reader. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: a spontaneous photoshoot with your boyfriend. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ wc: 1.2k. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: for my bestie @syrxiee2 ilysm hope you enjoy it, i loved writing it for you 💖💖

The atmosphere on set was electric, and you couldn’t get rid of the grin on your face as you watched everyone work. It was like a well-oiled machine, there was a purpose to everyone in the room. They each had a job to do to make sure that Hoshi looked his best in the photos.

Just watching everything was mesmerising, and you were now wishing that you had agreed to come along for a photoshoot before today.

You had always been a little hesitant, as your boyfriend was often a little too clingy when you were around. He got distracted by your presence too easily, and you were sure other people would not appreciate you holding back the schedule. The last thing you wanted was to be a distraction.

So, you had always refused Hoshi’s requests for you to come to shoots, or practices, or anything work related. Even though it was almost impossible to say no to his pouty face, you still managed to muster a no.

But this morning, your willpower had been too easily broken by your boyfriend, and you had agreed to come.

You knew he would look stunning in whatever they put him in, but your heart was melting at the sight in front of you. His black hair complemented the soft styling, creating a youthful and natural feel.

You walked around the set, keeping out of the way from the makeup artists and camera workers, but still having a good view of your boyfriend on set.

You watched as he practised some poses, looking gorgeous with every one he hit. He was handed a book as a prop, and you heard him laugh with the director.

You smiled, glad that this type of work was fun for him, even though he was working hard to pull off a good shoot. You watched as his eyes flickered around the room, eventually finding you standing in the corner.

You smiled at him, and he grinned, giving you a quick wink and horanghae.

You giggled at his cute way of showing affection, but urged him to focus back on the shoot.

The next half hour was filled with the sound of camera clicks and directorial instructions as Hoshi was given different props. You stood behind the monitor, watching as each stunning photo came through.

Soon enough, Hoshi finished with his photos and walked off set. Of course, he headed straight for you with a sly smile on his face. You wondered what mischievous thing he could be thinking of with an expression like that.

“Y/n, follow me.” He pulled your arm, giving you no choice but to follow his lead. He led you straight into a dressing room, closing the door behind him.

“Hoshi, what are we doing here?”

His focus was on the rack of clothes in the room, and he flipped through the hangers, eventually pulling out a creme dress.

“I want to take couple photos with you.”

“With me?” Your brows were furrowed as you tried to picture how this would work, “But I have no experience with a professional shoot.”

“Why would you need experience, come on, it’ll be cute!” He pouted, offering the dress to you.

You took it hesitantly, “Did you ask the director if we’re allowed?”

“I did. They said it was fine, plus we look cute together.” He grinned, pulling you closer to him and looking at the reflection of you two in the wall-mirror.

You smiled, “Fine. I guess we can take some photos together. You look cute in this outfit anyway.” You gestured to his cute striped sweater.

“We can hang them up in our bedroom after they’re printed!” He said excitedly, looking through the rack of clothes again to find more outfits for you.

You laughed as he pulled out 2 more sets of clothes that matched the aesthetic of his outfit. “How many outfits do you want me to wear?”

“All of them. You’d look amazing in all of them.” He giggled.

“Shut up, you’ll make me blush.” You grabbed the hangers of clothes from him. “Now go, I’ll get changed.” You ushered him out of the dressing room, and looked back at your options.

You decided on wide legged pants and a flattering top to start, fixing your appearance in the mirror after you had changed into the clothes.

Your hair was already straightened from this morning, and you had done a natural makeup look. You looked at yourself in the mirror again, finally deciding to add a bit more brown to your eyes to match for the photoshoot.

Once you touched up your makeup, you walked out of the dressing room and found Hoshi on set talking to the director. You walked up to him, smiling.

“How’s the fit?” You asked, turning around once so he could see from all angles.

“Pretty~” He nodded in approval. “We’re matching!” He exclaimed, looking at your top that was almost identical to his sweater.

You two were instructed by the director to start with poses away from each other, and do more couple poses later on.

Hoshi sat on the couch on the set, and you stood by the bannister, posing for a clean shot.

The beginning of the shoot started out more serious, but as it moved on, you and Hoshi had a hard time holding back your laughter. Whenever you looked at one another a smile crept onto your face and giggles followed closely after.

It was especially hard to keep back the laughter when you were trying to pull off a pose with your foreheads resting on the others. The close proximity made Hoshi giggle, and you tried to tell him off, but you ended up laughing with him. In the end, it resulted in a cute photo of both of you smiling widely, so maybe it was all for the best.

After an hour, you decided you had enough photos and eagerly went to the monitor to look at all the pics.

A chorus of “aww”s were heard from the staff as you flipped to a photo of you kissing Hoshi’s cheek while he smiled, blushing with his eyes closed.

You had photos where you both looked serious and pretty, photos where you were laughing, and photos of you hugging or kissing.

Each one was beautiful in their own right, whether it was a purposeful pose or not. Even the slightly blurry photos had a special spot in your heart, just because it was with Hoshi.

You looked over the photos again as Hoshi was driving home. You smiled at each one of them, but 1 photo in particular caught your eye as your favourite.

“I think this is the best photo of the day.” You said happily, holding up the picture for Hoshi to look at once he parked the car in your driveway. You both were doing the Horanghae sign while giggling at each other.

“Awww!” He giggled, “Definitely the best photo.” He smiled at you, leaning in for a kiss which you gladly accepted.

“I love you, thank you for doing the shoot with me.”

“I love you too. Horanghae~”

“Horanghae~” He said back, smiling widely.

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asimpforthe80s · 5 months

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I Love You So Much, My Precious Boy

Starring: Supportive!Eddie x Transmasc!Reader

Warnings: fluff, phalloplasty, mastectomy, transgender reader getting a phalloplasty.

A/N: I'm genderfluid and today I've felt a lot like a boy, so I decided to write a transgender reader fic. It's a little short, but I'll probably make some more in June.

You had gotten a mastectomy a few months ago, and today was your phalloplasty. Eddie said he was gonna drive you there a little later, so now you were on your way to his trailer once again.

He had supported you through all of this, helped you get money, fixed your hair and everything in between. You were so happy he was your boyfriend and looked forward to later today.

When you arrived, you quickly went inside and hugged him. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, beautiful," Eddie said, smiling. "Ready to become the boy you want to be and take the next step?"

You nodded. "Definitely..!"

"Alright! So, I know it's a big day and we have to leave soon, but would you wanna like go shopping or do other fun stuff while we wait?"

"We can go clothing shopping?"

"Of course we can, and maybe later get some food. Just so it's not too dull." You nodded. "Sure."

"Cool, let's go get you some new clothes," Eddie said, offering to take your hand like a true gentleman. You chuckled and took his hand, walking out to his van.

Eddie led you into town. After a bit of a drive, he pulled into the parking lot at the mall, opening the door for you once you were there. "Such a gentleman." You joked, getting out of the passenger seat. "Oh, you know it," Eddie said, winking. "Now let's find you a nice outfit and some other fun things!" Eddie said, his excitement infectious. "Yeah!"

Eddie and you walked inside, going to the men's section first. Eddie handed you a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, saying "Here, try these on and see how you like them." You went into the changing rooms, soon coming out in the outfit. Eddie smiled, looking the outfit up and down and nodding in approval. "Nice! They fit you well. You like them?"

You were overly happy, feeling like this was so very right. "Yeah.. what aesthetic are these?"

Eddie looked at you, then at the clothes. "Well, the jeans are just regular old jeans, but I'd say... hm, maybe skater boy?" You looked at yourself in the mirror. "It feels.. feels like me.."

Eddie stepped over behind you. "I'm glad," he said, putting one arm around your waist. He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. "I love you so much, you know that?"

"I love you more, baby," Eddie said, smiling at you as he looked at you in your new outfit.

"You think I can get it?" Looking down at the clothes, posing a little. "Hell yeah you can get it," Eddie said, looking you up and down. "Damn, you look good." A soft chuckle left your lips. "You think so?"

"Oh, I know so," Eddie said, laughing. "But hey, let's get you some more clothes, and we could get some matching stuff if you want." He kissed your cheek. "Yes! Like, some band things like you?" You asked, turning to him with that adorable smile you both knew Eddie loved. Eddie chuckled, smiling back. He took your hand again and started leading you back to the shelves. "Yeah, we can definitely get some merch from some bands we like and we could also get some matching hoodies or jackets, you know, that couple's look." You were so happy. "Yeah, definitely!"

"What bands are you in the mood for right now?" Eddie asked. "We could get some Slipknot, Metallica, you name it."

"Anything, really. Just something to match your punky metalhead style." Eddie smiled. "Sure, we can do that. Let's get some metal shirts and maybe some cool jackets." Eddie led you over to the displays and started looking through them. "Let me know if there are any you want!" The two of you looked around and found a few outfits. You couldn't be happier today.

After you paid, you went to the hospital to get your phalloplasty. Eddie was right by your side for the whole trip. He held your hand and comforted you as you waited for when you'd be called to have your surgery. The whole time he looked over at you and smiled at you excitedly. He was so happy you were finally getting what you've always wanted. "I can't believe that our relationship led to this.. I love you.. so very fucking much.."

Eddie smiled. "I love you so much, I'll be your rock through all this and every step of the way."

Soon, you heard your name called, and Eddie squeezed your hand and smiled. "You're ready, baby? You're gonna do great."

Nodding, you stood up. "Let's do this..!" you said, taking a deep breath as you walked towards the nurse who led you to the surgery room. Eddie walked with you. As the nurse lead you away to do all the pre-op stuff like check your vital signs, Eddie kissed you on the cheek. "I love you, and I'll see you once you're done, baby. It's gonna go smooth!"

"Yeah!" You followed the nurse as Eddie got told to wait in the waiting room. Eddie watched as you walked off, and then sat down in the waiting room. He had his phone out and was playing games to pass the time. Soon, he heard a ding and saw he got a text. He opened it and saw you sent him a picture of you in a hospital bed, grinning happily and a thumbs up. "It started," Eddie mumbled to himself, smiling.

Under the whole procedure, you sent weird pictures and texts to pass the time. And to lighten your anxiety, of course.

Eddie smiled at the pictures, sending you love messages to calm you. He also sent you some funny memes.

After a few hours, you sent a text reading, "I'm out, babe." Eddie texted back quickly, "Can i see you?!" He said, adding a bunch of hearts. "Come on." You texted him with a smiley and a heart. Eddie texted back "I'll be right there."

He quickly got up and walked into the hall, looking for the room you were in. When he got to it, he opened the door and walked in and, seeing you, his heart melted. The boy of his dreams was sitting there, his hand bandaged, grinning at him. He smiled and walked over and kissed your forehead. "Hey, baby, how are you feeling?"

You were smiling as hell. Never been happier in your life. Tears slowly formed in your eyes. "Feel amazin' babe.." Eddie hugged you tightly. "I'm so proud of you. Are you in any pain?" Eddie asked, holding your bandaged hand. "Do you need anything?" He asked, smiling at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Just cuddles, please." You tried drying your tears, but they didn't stop. You couldn't feel happier in your body than now.

Eddie smiled and brought you in for a tight hug, rubbing your back softly. He kissed you on the head, smiling at you. "You're such an amazing boy, love you," Eddie whispered in your ear, hugging you tightly. You couldn't help but cry more as he called you a boy.

He held you tighter, whispering "I love you so much, my precious boy. I'm excited for everyone to recognize that and see you as the man you are."

Thanks for reading!

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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I. Love. You.

Summary: You and Andy exchange those three magic words for the first time.

Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I hope you enjoy this. Please share feedback. All mistakes are my own. Sorry in advance. For my new friend @sweetlikehoneylavender

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The first time those words form on his lips is when you’re dragging him around Target. You’re informing him that it’s time for him to purchase new sheets and bedding.

“Now Andy Bear, if you don’t like what you see here, then we can go to Bed, Bath, & Beyond. I’ve got all day for you.” You give his hand an affectionate squeeze. “We will find you something. We’re going to create a whole new aesthetic.”

He had stopped listening the moment after you called him Andy Bear. He loved that nickname. And you said it more and more these days. That, and all of this, made him feel…cared for.

As you wandered around the store, he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to have a little girl who looked just like you bouncing along in the cart.

God, he hadn’t thought about kids in ages. But with you, hell just being around you, his mind had a tendency to wander.

It was something about the way you skipped, and laughed, and danced through the isles.

Almost like the whole store was your playground.

You were always so fucking happy and sweet. Until you weren’t. He found your temper mesmerizing, so long as it wasn’t directed at him.

Even though you were only a few months into your relationship, you’d stood up for him several times. Not because he couldn’t, but because he hadn’t had the chance. All 5”2 of you had been a sight to behold. And his girl moved fast. Like a Cobra. You struck so fast that it sometimes took people a minutes to realize they had been left bleeding.

“See anything you like, Mr. Grumpy Pants?” You ask, unaware that your man has been too busy staring at you instead of the bed linens.

“Uh uh. Nope. Not really.” He mutters as his hand goes to rub the back of his head.

“Alright, well, to BB&B we go. Oh, and I have a coupon!” You squeal. “I know I shouldn’t be that excited, but sometimes it’s the little things for this girl.” You beam up at him.

Andy can’t help but smile back. He smooths a thumb over your right brow.

“But first, I I think I need to feed my Big Man.” You pat his toned stomach. “I’ve been dragging you around all day. What do you want to eat, honey? I’m buying for mistreating you like this.” You give him a wink.

“I’m paying.” He growls.

“You are not.” You tell him.

“Watch me.” He growls again.

“I will absolutely, completely, and totally watch you not pay. Good talk.” You blow him a kiss and walk away from the cart and towards the parking lot. “Put that away and meet me outside, handsome.”

I Love You.

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The second time those words form on his lips is when you burned dinner. You see, he had begun to think you could do no wrong, especially where the kitchen was concerned.

You had worked so hard on those roasted lamb pops and that mushroom risotto. He had gone upstairs to shower off the day, only to come back downstairs to see you sitting on the floor crying big, fat tears.

You sniffle and wipe the wetness from your eyes.

“Baby, baby, what’s wrong?” Your Andy Bear rushes towards you. “Did you burn yourself?” He picks up your hands to give them a onceover. “Did you - did you fall?” One big hand goes to cup the back of your head. “How many fingers am I holding up?”

You push his hand away.

“I’m fine. I just - I just fucking burnt dinner, is all.” You sniffle again. “I’m so sorry.”

Andy is taken aback by that. It wasn’t often that people apologized to him, unless it was over something involving a case, and even then, there was only a 50/50 chance as to whether or not it was sincere.

“I - baby, I wanted to treat you after a long day.” You feel the tears starting again. “You take care of me, but how often do people take care of you? And I had this whole recipe planned out, ya know? But even though I followed the recipe to a tee, the lamb pops came out like shriveled up chew toys.” You start crying all over again.

“Oh, Y/N.” He murmurs. “It’s okay.” He pulls you into his chest. And you sniffle some more. Eventually you force yourself to pull away.

“Did you just - did you just wipe your snot on my shirt?” Andy gives you an incredulous look as he glances down at himself.

“Sorry.” You mumble, not looking the least bit ashamed.

“Forget the lamb chops or pops or whatever. It’s okay. You take care of me, in fact you spoil me, just by being here. How about I send out for burgers, or pizza, or chinese?” Your boyfriend waggles his eyebrows.

“You had me at burgers, Big Man. As long as it comes with you. Oh, and fries. That’s a must.”

“What? Me or the fries?”

You suck in a breath before muttering “well this just got awkward”.

Andy chuckles and softly kisses your hand. Which makes you give in to the urge to tickle his ears while he orders.

I Love You.

___

The third time those words form on his lips is when he took you to a charity event at a prominent art museum. These things had always bored him to tears, but he figured that maybe, if he brought you along, it wouldn’t be so bad.

You accompany Andy wearing a form fitting black gown that hits just above your calves. Of course you’d had to have it tailored, because of your height. Being short could be tough sometimes.

“Have I told you tonight that you look like a vision?” He murmurs against your ear, making you smile.

“But like, what kind of vision? Am I the bringer of doom?” You quirk a saucy brow at him. “Does that mean I get to destroy expensive stuff?” You bite your lip to contain your giggle, while his big body vibrates against your own.

“Not quite what I was going for, but let’s keep that in our back pocket. Just in case.”

You press a kiss to your clasped hands. “You got it, Big Man.”

The two of you wander around the showcase, looking at different pieces of artwork. Hopping in and out of various tours. You try to look interested, you do.

But at the same time, you would rather watch paint dry.

You loved museums, but like, with fossils and such.

For some reason, you both stop in front of a random painting and stare at it. Which means you decide to try your luck.

“Okay,” You tell him. “So, do you see the juxtaposition of the circles, mixed with the dots and the, uh, the occasional swirl right here? Do you notice the distance between all of these, accompanied by the presence of the fractured facial features?” Your hand flits around as you talk.

“Uh huh.” Andy responds.

“Well, you get it right? You get the overall symbolism, don’t you?” You rock back on your heels.

“I - I’m afraid I don’t, Y/N.” He tells you, his tone coming off as mildly embarrassed.

“Oh, I can’t believe you don’t see it, Mr. District Attorney. The symbolism - it’s right there in front of your face.” Your hands go to your hips.

“I’m still not sure what I’m supposed to, uh, see.” Your man was clearly wracking his brain.

At that point you lose it. Hard. “I don’t know what the hell we’re looking at either, baby, other than the fact that this was something that my little nephew could have put together in, like ten minutes. I was just fuckin’ with you!”

Andy lets out the breath he’s been holding.

“I mean, art is cool, and all, but damn…” Tears fill your eyes as giggles bubble through your belly. “Sometimes I just don’t get it.”

And now your boyfriend is cackling too.

“Baby, I thought you were serious!” He wheezes through his own laughter.

“Hell no!”

“I hate this shit!” Andy tells you. And then you lock eyes. “Fuck it.”

“Pizza.” You say at the same time with a smile.

“Let’s go.” He growls, leading you back the way you came and out the door.

I Love You.

___

The fourth time those words form on his lips is when he actually finds the stones to share them with the one person in his life who matters most.

He walks through the door of his place to see you already there, jamming out to some song he’d never heard of. But you were happy. And that was all that mattered. Andy watches quietly as you arrange what looks like fresh cut flowers in a vase he wasn’t aware that he owned. You lean down to take a whiff, before moving on to your next task.

His girl was always altering something in his home. Small things. Sweet things. Happy little tweaks. You were making his house a home whether you realized it or not.

“Hi, baby.” He purrs.

“Eeek!” You hurriedly shut off the iPhone speaker. “Hi, Andy! I missed you.” You jump into his arms and take his handsome lips for a kiss.

“I love you.” He murmurs against them, making you slowly pull back.

“What?” You breathe.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that. I meant for it to be more romantic, but I don’t care. I’m not taking it back.” He growls, his big hand forcing your mouth against his again.

Eventually, he lets you up for air.

“Is this because I’ve been marinating short ribs all day? Because it’s really no big deal and -”

Andy cuts you off to kiss you again. “Or maybe because I ironed your shirt this morning? I was already ironing my own stuff, so it was, again, no big deal. Frankly, I was glad that you had an iron so that I could - and have you ever had garlic cheddar mashed potatoes? Because I’m going to make that tonight. And do you like asparagus tips? Because I - I think I’m going to make that, perhaps with an herbed butter sauce. Do you like butter? I can’t remember, because honestly, I can’t breathe through my face right now.” You tell him when you can finally make yourself slow down, your chest heaving.

“I love you, my favorite overthinker.” He growls softly as you press your lips to his again.

"I love you too, Big Man." You whisper back.

“But just to be clear, you do want the butter?”

I Love You.

END

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kosmikowboj · 11 months

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oh my god I did it

meant to post this last night but it was Late by the time I finished editing, so I just went straight off to bed; here it is, in all its glory—my fic for @merlin-fic-server’s tournament of champions! basic premise is you have to write a 10k fic in 24 hours, and somehow I ended up with 13k. something about the indomitable human spirit, something something. HUGE shoutout to my group, group 4, because those 13k would definitely not exist without their encouragement <3

my prompts:

setting - western au genre - hurt/comfort trope - marriage prompt - talking and communication issues

there’s some “Old West”-typical gun violence and drinking, the specifics of which are posted in the end notes on ao3. but, by and large, it’s a dumb, fun fic about our two favorite idiots falling in love that let me play into my affinity for horses and the kitschy, overly-romanticized western aesthetic, lol. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I did writing it!

tennessee whiskey

[read on ao3; word count: 13.4k]

Goldbluff had to be, by far, one of the busiest towns Merlin had ever traveled to.

There were just as many people on foot as there were on horseback, with seemingly no order as to who was going where. People clumped in the street and outside of storefronts, haggling for lower prices on tack while their kids played catch perilously close to the horses and buggies. In any given patch of shade there were a half a dozen people playing some kind of card game, and someone was chasing a dog up one of the walkways. Merlin ultimately had to dismount just to avoid inadvertently trampling somebody.

His horse Aithusa didn’t seem to mind the commotion, too busy nosing at strangers’ pockets in an attempt to find a snack. Merlin, though, couldn’t help but feel a bit overwhelmed; his bounty-hunting work typically took him to the outskirts of any given place, and he generally liked to keep to himself otherwise. This was definitely a change of pace.

It certainly didn’t help in finding an inn, that was for damn sure. By the time Merlin found a place not already chock-full of people the sun was hanging low in the sky, blanketing the town with warm rays made hazy by the dust. The sign outside proclaimed the place as “Golden Horizons Inn”, which Merlin might have found a little funny if he wasn’t bone-tired and sweatier than a city-slicker. As he might have expected, the bustling scene from earlier was largely due to cityfolk who had come to town hoping to find the gold for which it was named. That, Merlin had no interest in—he was here for a much different purpose.

But first, he needed a drink.

The Rising Sun was the closest saloon to Golden Horizons, and he tied Aithusa up outside with dinner and a promise that he’d be quick. Hanging out in bars wasn’t really his standard fare, but it was a good way to get the lay of the land, so to speak. Plus, he was exhausted, having been traveling for days on end between towns with a drying waterskin—and that was before he had had to fight the crowds to find a place to sleep for the night. There was nothing wrong with a little pick-me-up after all that.

Tacked up just outside the bar was a wanted poster, yellowed with age and torn at the corners. It boasted a handsome five-hundred-dollar reward for the capture of the infamous bandit Emrys, though the attached image was an insultingly poor recreation of said “ne'er-do-well”. Merlin scoffed, pondering it for a moment, and then went inside.

“You’re not from around here,” the barkeep said as Merlin took his seat. He was handsome in a roguish sort of way, with scruffy facial hair and dark brown half-curls that fell to his shoulders. It was the kind of face that made Merlin smile a little involuntarily, and he leaned into it.

“What gave it away?”

“You look like someone I would have made a point to know if you were,” the barkeep replied, winking.

“Flatterer.”

“That’s what my husband says.” The barkeep sighed dramatically before holding out his hand. “Name’s Gwaine.”

“Merlin.”

Gwaine’s eyes went wide with surprise as they shook hands. “The bounty hunter!”

Merlin sighed, propping his elbows up on the bar. “For better or for worse.”

“What brings you here? What juicy gossip have I missed?”

“None, I’m afraid,” Merlin replied. “Just looking for work.” Which was not, to his credit, a total lie.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll have better luck of it than all these people diggin’ for gold. Don’t get me wrong—I love when all these idiots come to town. Business is booming. Obviously. But, little town secret for you: pretty sure they’re gonna be shit outta luck.”

Merlin chuckled.

“Well, anyway. What can I do you for? It’ll be on the house, whatever it is.”

“That’s not necessary.”

“You’re the prettiest boy to walk in here since my husband. And you can hold a conversation. It’s on the house.”

Merlin wasn’t one to refuse free food and drink a second time. “You make Mule Skinners?”

Gwaine made a small, unexpected sound, grinning. “You keep surprising me, Merlin. Figured a man like you would shoot his whiskey straight.”

“I’m not a masochist.”

Gwaine laughed. “You’re better than the legends say. How do you feel about fish?”

“For free? Great.”

“Perfect.”

While Gwaine set to prepping his drink, Merlin took the opportunity to properly take in the saloon around him. There weren’t many people sitting at the bar with him; most of the patrons were scattered among the tables, chatting and laughing with a rowdy sort of loudness that always made Merlin annoyed. The decor consisted largely of mounted deer heads and kitschy posters about cowboys and finding gold—Gwaine was a master in marketing, he could give him that—along with a couple of plants behind the bar. That latter part was surprising, especially considering that they actually seemed to be alive and well. Merlin made a note to ask him about them when he got back.

Before Gwaine could return, though, Merlin caught sight of a couple of men crowded around a table nestled in one of the saloon’s corners. They were being particularly loud, which wasn’t out of the ordinary, but upon closer inspection he saw that they were all crowded around someone sitting at the table. He frowned, getting up from his seat.

As he neared the small crowd, his suspicions were confirmed, now able to make out what they were actually saying over the general din of the saloon. “Come on, now,” one of the men goaded, a big burly blond bloke with a cruel smile set in his face. He shoved the sitting man’s shoulder with an unkind force. “Do you really think you’re going to make anything of yourself out here?”

“Alright, come off it,” Merlin said loudly. The blond man turned to look at him, raising an amused eyebrow. He was dressed in a red button-down with white threading, tucked loosely into a pair of too-clean pants that were held up by a garish belt buckle. He also had on a nice leather vest, and a cowboy hat that clearly hadn’t seen a whole lot of actual work. It all pointed towards him being another idiot from the city who had come out to Goldbluff looking for gold and a quick buck.

“What’s that now?” the man asked, clearly expecting Merlin to back off.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize I was speaking to a simpleton. Let me rephrase.” Merlin stepped between the group and the table. “Leave him alone. He’s just having dinner.”

The man barked out a shocked laugh. “And just who do you think you are?”

“A halfway-decent person. You oughta try it.”

The man was twirling a pistol around in his hand, over and over like an anxious habit. Merlin figured it was supposed to look threatening, but he couldn’t be less bothered.

“You have some nerve coming into my town and telling me how to act,” the man seethed.

“Your town?” Merlin laughed, resting his hands on his hips. “Who the hell are you? The president?”

“Arthur,” the man replied hotly. “The sheriff’s son.”

finish on ao3

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moonyluvv · 2 years

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TXT AS A ROCK BAND

Beomgyu

drummer

Let's be real;

Beomgyu fits every single position in a rock band;

I actually really wanted to put him in guitarist or bassist;

But he's the only one (as far as I know) in TXT that plays drums;

Him banging his long hair while he's playing...

I am SCREAMING;

Drumsticks in hand, tongue poking out in his cheek, that little smirk he's always giving, hair sticking in his forehead;

I am unwell;

He would do tricks with the drumsticks all the time, my guess is he would break them a lot;

Or loose them;

Would always be drumming on tables, plates, or any surfice he could find.

Hueningkai

guitarist

I thought about putting him as a keyboardist, but I couldn't;

First because I didn't find any keyboardist photos that fit the rock aesthetic, but secondly;

Because of this photo;

I mean, can I really put him in another position after this photo came out?

My boy has the most innocent face, but he can really pull off rock if he's in the mood and I stand by that;

I can just see him banging his head while playing, what a vision;

And the guitar looking so small in his hands because god damnit he's fucking HUGE;

I firmly believe rockstar Hyuka would live for teasing the crowd;

Biting his lips when the solo gets more intense, staring at the fans while he's moving his fingers like crazy;

I'll stop here.

Soobin

guitarist

Him and Huening, backs against each other, doing a guitar solo together;

That's it, that's the post;

But really, imagine them resting their heads on each other, Soobin doing an orgasm face only because he knows everybody will scream their lungs out;

Would totally flirt with whoever is closer to the stage;

Winks and heart-stopping smiles;

I don't know why, but I think Soobin would write a song for every single person he hooked up backstage after a concert;

Let's just say TXT songs would all be 18+.

Taehyun

bassist

I have the biggest crush on bassists and Taehyun would SMASH that role, idc;

Bass is such a classy instrument, in my opinion, but it still has a little bit of an edge to it;

Which is why I think it's perfect for Tae;

I will die saying this man has class, but he's in TXT so we have to admit he's not that full of class;

Would be really good with his fingers, if you know what I mean;

I think he would be more composed on stage;

Like more into his own little world, feeling the music;

Mysterious and quiet Taehyun = sexy as hell Taehyun;

And he would most likely never use a shirt with sleeves, only to show off those arm muscles flexing while he plays.

Yeonjun

vocalist

Let's just be honest, they would all sing;

But the main vocalist is "the face" of the band, and I think Yeonjun has the looks and personality necessary to pull off that role;

Taking the mic with him while he's walking on stage, stopping in front of Soobin, Huening or Taehyun and glueing his forehead to them, both looking into each others eyes;

Just rockstar things;

Doing this with the boys guitars, because why the hell not;

He's a tease;

The groupies this man would have, nasty;

Getting shirtless in the middle of shows is almost a tradition at this point;

And throwing a water bottle over his head to cool off? Yes, yes, yes and yes.

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melonba11s · 1 year

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Accidental Reunion (Reupload)

Slightly more humorous, Fox has a bit of a weird guest on stream.

Minors and Ageless blogs do not interact, you will be blocked

Contains: Torture, Breast-specific torture, Canon typical violence, cult/religious themes.

The Fox was no stranger to weirder victims. Really he had to do next to zero work to get captives for his streams. It just so happened that sometimes he’d see someone out of his stock for an upcoming auction, and he’d decide they’d be better off in his care. For however many shows they lasted. He remembered the one who had been withdrawing off of their schizophrenia medication, he had kept them around for a few shows just due to how entertaining it was to play with and abuse their mental state.

Sometimes though, he had to do a bit of digging, because someone in Chat would ask for something specific. Usually one who donated a lot, which usually meant a lot more would come if he catered to their tastes. This time though, someone who was a little newer, perhaps a bit younger, had a request.

“Big Titty Goth GF PLSSSSS” They had spammed, each time they requested they had donated more. He half wondered what kind of brat had accessed daddy’s credit card. But, well, he aimed to please.

This girl was what he had managed to find, and he had made sure to get her some outfits to match the Goth Aesthetic too. Fishnet, little bat nipple rings, skull pattern on the underwear. Not his usual choices, but they’d do.

Besides having those fat tits that had been begged for, she also had a soft belly, and thick thighs, which pushed and almost bubbled up over the fishnet. And across her skin… strange tattoos he had no idea could mean. A strange circle with foreign letters, what looked like an almost tear drop shape, plus so many others.

He had stopped staring at her long ago, as he began to set up for the show. But he could tell her eyes never left him. She had been silent, not asking any questions, just staring. He hoped she wouldn’t be like this the entire time, that would be boring…

With a few quick clicks, a little icon on his screen told him he was live, and he quickly stood up straight as his lovely fans came pouring in.

“Good Evening, everyone! As you may recall, on our last stream, our generous patron H0110W kept requesting a specific kind of victim.” He stood to the side, letting the woman focus into view for the camera. The chat lit up immediately.

M3L0NB4115: MOMMY MILKERS.

H0110W: holy shit, perfect! Here’s a little something to start us off!

N3K0_M: You should cut her eyes out, if she keeps glaring daggers like that. Teach her a lesson, daddy <3

Woundfucker88: Ugh, wasn’t that other one banned?

Fox’s ear gave a flick as a donation pinged in. Ten Thousand dollars. A nice start indeed. Whoever this viewer was, they certainly had money. He gave a bark of laughter at Woundfucker’s annoyance.

“Well, I’m glad you like her. I hope you’ll enjoy watching her bleed just as much. Also, yes, Melon is back, I turned off text to speech donations so I figured she’d be harmless now.”

He gave a wink, hearing the woman’s breath hitch behind him. He ignored it though, not sparing her a glance as he glanced towards his wall full of tools.

“Now, let me know what you all want to see first! Remember, we want to make her last, so nothing lethal…. Yet.” He watched as the requests poured in, most paired with a nice donation.

Woundfucker88: Fair enough, it is your show. Why not carve something into those tits?

Diamond: Why stop at carving? Just lop them off.

N3K0_M: That goes too fast! I wanna see the ice pick used again, give her some more piercings!”

M3L0NB4115: Skewer them together, like shishkabob.

That one piqued his interest, and his ear flicked a little.

“Oh? Yes I haven’t done that in a while… Nice collaborating, everyone…” he mused, walking off camera to grab the ice pick.

“Chat thinks you need some more piercings…” he smiled cruelly under the mask as he waved the thin, deadly weapon in front of her.

“... You’ll regret this.” Was all she said, holding his gaze. Fox was no stranger to threats, but something about this one made his spine tingle. He narrowed his eyes, and slammed the pick into her left thigh, managing to draw out a sharp squeal.

“No, I don’t think I will.” He affirmed, twisting the metal through her flesh, her scream turning into a cough as she grit her teeth, glaring at him. And then she began speaking again. No pleas, no insults, nothing…. In english even.

Instead, it was a slow chant in a foreign language, steady as the river of blood pouring down her leg. Fox stood straight, wrenching the ice pick out of her skin as he did. She halted her speech for a moment to hiss in pain, before she continued.

He glanced back towards chat, wondering their reaction.

N3K0_M: LOL She iz trying 2 Summon A DEMON!

H0110W: She had a nice scream when you first stabbed her! Now move onto the skewering! And afterwards, maybe a little blowtorch action on them ;)

M3L0NB4115: I think I recognize that language. Or what she’s saying. It reminds me of St*****-

“Melon, you have been warned about that name, it’s blocked for a reason. Mention it again and you’ll be permanently muted.” Fox said, before crouching down. That one really annoyed him. But back to business. This was H0110W’s request, so he may as well follow suit with what they wanted.

And indeed, he was able to get more screams out of her as he plunged the icepick sideways through her chest, making her writhe and yell as he pierced her breasts together, leaning forward and twisting one of her nipples between his claws for good measure.

For hours, the requests continued in, and between her screams, she kept chanting in that same language, though her voice grew more hoarse as time went on. And she seemed to grow more panicked the longer she chanted.

N3ko_M:“Make her eat part of her tits. You cooked it just for her.”

H0110W:“Use the pliers and pull those nails off.”

Woundfucker88: “Do you have any liquid nitrogen left from last time? Pour some of it onto her legs.”

M3L0NB4115: “Knife time! Keep it classic! I wanna see a heart!”

Diamond: “Fuck the hole in her leg, make it bigger.”

Adrenaline coursed through him as he continued his work, loving all the different screams he managed to squeeze out of her. But, she was starting to bore Chat quite quickly.

N3K0_M: Can you get her to shut up? I’m sick of hearing her stupid voice.

H0110W: She’s talked enough, cut her tongue out. Let her choke to death on her own blood for the finale.

M3L0NB4115: No, Don’t kill her. If you kill her it will be complete, St**** will come-

“M3L0NB4115’s has been muted indefinitely for saying banned content. Thank you for using the AutoMod Bot!”

“Your wish is my command, H0110W.” Fox said, procuring his reliable knife. She was talking even faster now, mumbling that strange language before he pried her mouth open. Her eyes were wide, makeup, tears and blood streaked down her face. He leaned forward to lick them up, humming over the combined taste of powdery eyeshadow, salty tears and rusty blood.

Without much more fanfare, he dug the knife into her mouth. It was admittedly a bit harder than he thought it would be. Her tongue was a moving target. He was forced to saw at it, cutting into all other parts of her mouth, as she screamed. While her words were still decipherable, she was screaming her same chant.

And finally, she was silent, except for gurgles and moans, and then choking coughs as her mouth filled with her own blood. Her eyes were trained on him, as steady as she could keep them, as he pulled her tongue out of her mangled mouth.

“There we go!” He said triumphantly, holding it up like a trophy for the camera. In the background he could hear her gurgling, and slumping in her chains. It wouldn’t be long now until she was gone. He watched as final donations pinged in, giving her a lovely little song to die too.

He turned back to look at her again, her eyes now unfocused, her mouth moving wordlessly. Bubbles of blood were coming up from her throat, drenching her front and dying her skin…. Green?

Fox stood still, keeping an eye on her for a bit longer. Just as he had seen it, it had faded. It must be a trick of the light, he’d been in here for too long with only the screens to illuminate the room. Without another thought on it, he turned back to the Camera, raising his arms.

“Another lovely show, wouldn’t you all agree? As always, I am so grateful for your donations and…” his voice faded and he perked up a little, giving the air a small sniff. Sulfur?He watched Chat suddenly light up.

It was moving too fast for him to read individual messages. But there was a lot of “what the hell?’s” going on.

Diamond: What the hell?

N3K0_M: I was just joking about the demon thing, is this some kind of special effect you got going on Fox??

M3L0NB4115’s has been unmuted by H̸̦̣̱͆̈̑ḭ̸̣͆m̴̨̛̲̼. Thank you for using a̸̡͊̚u̸̙̣͌́t̷̡̟̀o̷͍̝̾m̴̢̼̿̾o̴̦̅d̸̗͝ ̴̖͗̕ḃ̸̰̦͛ǒ̵̂͜͜ẗ̴͍͇́.

M3L0NB4115: Me next.

He turned back towards his victim, and was met by the sudden eruption of a wall of green flame. It blasted him back towards his set up, and he hastily grasped for the keyboard, his first instinct to end the stream, before he struggled for the call button. In his panicked state though, he kept missing.

The roar of flames grew- Horns. Horns were appearing. Fox could only stare in fear as from the flames, a form appeared. A form all too familiar.

“N-No… You’re Dead.” was all he could say, as those malice filled eyes appeared, staring into him. “YOU DIED. YOU CAN’T BE.” Fox looked around, his eyes landing on the door. He needed to run, but his body wouldn’t move.

“Run. RUN.” he was screaming still, at his own body to obey him, as Strade, new, remade, with a familiar gaping hole in his chest, towered over him now. A smile spread across his face, as recognition flickered in those acidic eyes.

“Mein… Fuchs… Did you want to see me so badly?” he rumbled, his voice as rumbly as distant thunder. And as painful for Ren to hear as nails on a chalkboard.

His body finally deciding to obey him at the sound of that voice, Ren made a mad dash for the door, his footing slipping on the blood coating the ground. The Door. The Door. He needed to make it towards the door.

But it wouldn’t open, as he yanked on it so hard he felt his shoulder pop out of socket. He yowled in pain, but the door wouldn’t budge still. It was shut tight. Two clawed hands enclosed his shoulders, digging into his skin, drawing blood, sending coursing pain through his empty socket.

“Mein Fuchs… The first to give me a sacrifice… To summon me… I should have known we would see eachother again.”

Ren couldn’t bring himself to turn around to look back into those eyes. He could only stare at the door as it got further and further away. He was being pulled away from it.

“We have much to catch up on, ja?”

#TPOF Fox #Demon Strade #Strade

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creativia10 · 2 years

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Punk with Lavender

Summary: Roman is ready to spend Halloween with his usual group of friends. He finds himself more surprised by their costumes than he expected to be.

Relationships: romantic Prinxiety, platonic brotherly Creativitwins, background romantic Dukeceit, romantic Logicality

Wordcount: 1010

Warnings: some mockery (but it's light-hearted teasing among friends)

Notes: Tuliptober Prompt 30-Oneshots

Part of one-shots. Will have more than one.

Set for Halloween

@transexualfoxprince

Based on @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors Pastel/Punk verse

Roman smoothed out his costume and looked himself over in the mirror. He smiled. He thought he cleaned up rather well and made for a great dark prince if he did say so himself. The style looked like that of a typical fairytale prince costume. Except the color scheme was black and red. It fit him better anyways.

There was a knock on his door.

“Is his highness ready to come out yet?”

Roman snickered at Virgil’s unintentional irony.

“It’s funny you say that.”

Roman opened his apartment door only for his jaw to drop when he saw Virgil.

Virgil smirked. Virgil made fists and posed.

“Oo, look at me. I’m punk Roman. Totally a tough guy.”

Virgil was dressed like a punk. He was all in black. Roman didn’t think he’d ever seen Virgil lacking so much color. And he was wearing Roman’s jacket, a clothing item Roman let him borrow more on purpose now. He wore a mini skirt over fishnet stockings unlike Roman’s usual leather pants though. Still with boots though, just a bit more angular. The only thing that matched Virgil’s usual aesthetic, was his lavender-colored hair.

Virgil was still preening at Roman’s reaction. Roman blinked a few times.

“You don’t look completely like me,” Roman said. Virgil rolled his eyes and gestured with his head. They started walking out.

“Yeah, I thought it would be more fun this way.”

He shyly looked up at Roman.

“And uh, you look good too. Even if you couldn’t get a good roast in from your costume.”

Roman let out a little huff and put his arm around Virgil.

“I was perfectly fine with just looking good. Especially for you,” Roman said with a wink. Virgil shook his head.

“Idiot. You don’t have to do it for me.”

Virgil grumbled but leaned into Roman anyways. Roman hmmed.

The poetry café has been their group’s meeting spot anyways. The cafe didn’t officially have a Halloween event going on. But, it had become an unofficial tradition to dress up and hang out there around the spooky day anyways.

Apparently this year, Roman was not in on a group coordination effort though.

Remus was also dressed like a punk, but with neon green to replace Roman’s typical reds. He too smirked at Roman.

“Hey Ro, do I rock leather better than you? I bet I look so tough. Oo all this black totally means I’m extra and special.”

Roman rolled his eyes. “I think your neon exterior ruins your point.”

Janus hmmed. His style was closer to Virgil’s current one. Janus wore a dark purple but with a leather skirt, and spiked heels.

“It is fun to see who could be intimidated by this though,” Janus added. Remus cackled and nodded in his agreement.

“Why did you all find it necessary to mock my style tonight?” Roman asked.

“Not everyone,” Logan said.

Roman looked over. Patton giggled. He was wearing a pastel blue sundress, the only one in pastel this time for some reason, which was an odd sight. He also had on blue converse. Patton’s hair was still dyed turquoise though, and his piercings were still in. Patton grabbed the ends of his skirt and spun around with a giggle.

“Oh, I love dressing so differently today! I feel like I look so cute! No wonder you all love to dress like this.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say cute is the correct descriptor for them usually,” Logan said. Indeed, the usual pastel wearers, Janus, Remus, and Virgil seemed offended.

“But uh,” Logan coughed, “You certainly do.”

Roman cooed at them with a smirk, getting a glare from Logan at his efforts. Remus mimed barfing in the background. Logan was the only other one who didn’t seem to be a part of this style-swapping scheme though. He was dressed as…a teacher maybe? Logan dressed like a professional, including a tie.

Janus gestured to the style swappers. “First it was just Virgil who wanted to, he thought roasting his new boyfriend was a good time. Something I can appreciate. Then Remus wanted to join as well. I thought the style sounded fun so I joined of my own volition. Patton didn’t seem to realize the intention was mockery and just wanted to have fun.”

Patton gaped at them.

“Of course, I’m not making fun of you! If anything, I’m honoring your look.”

Logan adjusted his glasses. “Yes, I did not understand it myself. But, it is apparently in good fun.”

“Speaking of, why did you choose to dress in that?” Remus asked. Logan huffed.

“It is different than my usual getup.”

“Yeah, but why a teacher?”

“It was different enough. I didn’t want to put too much effort into this when it is merely for going to our usual venue. I’m not exactly the costume type. Be grateful I dressed up for Halloween at all.”

Patton cooed at him and linked arms.

“Well, I think it still looks good honey. I can see you being smart enough to be a teacher.”

Logan blushed a bit, “Thank you, dear.”

Janus and Remus made disgusted faces again.

Roman looked back to Virgil. “You’re the only one who went far enough as to change your physical appearance for this though, I noticed.”

“Ah, yeah.” Virgil brushed some of his now lavender hair back behind an ear and looked away.

“I thought it worked with yall’s typical punk aesthetic. Plus, I had kind of been considering getting it colored like this anyways. What do you think?”

Roman smiled at Virgil. He gently tangled some of his fingers into the lavender hair as he brushed it out of Virgil’s eyes.

“I think it really suits you.”

Virgil smiled and shyly looked up at him again.

“Yeah?”

Roman nodded, “Of course.”

Roman leaned in for a kiss.

“Alright lovebirds, let’s get going before yall start falling into tunnel vision again.”

Virgil rolled his eyes, but the two of them turned to join the rest of the group to head to their favorite venue. It should be a good Halloween.

#Tuliptober2022 #ts roman #ts virgil #prinxiety #sanders sides #ts remus #ts janus #ts patton #ts logan

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karisomk · 1 year

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Túumben comienzo next chapter 3 teaser! Alt! Attuma x Soft! Okoye prompt fic

Below is Alt! Attuma mood board and some of his aesthetic references! Content: Fluff and building romance city.

The closer they got to The Golden Cup cafe, the scent of fresh baked goods and coffee beans became stronger. People coming out and leaving the building with drinks and various sweets in their hands. Attuma held the door open for Okoye to go in first and for any other people who happened to come out of the cafe at that moment. A few people were already standing in line in front of them, Okoye leaned close to speak to Attuma so she wouldn’t have to talk to yell, “It's a little loud right now because it's lunchtime but give it about thirty minutes or an hour it’ll die down soon.” The bar of the kitchen looked small at first glance, two tablet-like registers were placed in the center surrounded by several displays filled to the brim with a variety of baked goods to be sold. Though there was only one open occupied by an employee, the young girl walked as fast as she could while passing the orders to the kitchen to be made. Small round tables set for pairs or groups were spaced out and filled around the place. Soft jazz music was playing over the speakers, with lights set to a dim overhead. The window blinds were drawn up on the large windows to bring natural light into the cafe until nighttime. There were double doors on the side of the cafe leading to a canopy-covered patio filled with more small tables and a couple of benches to sit. “I love this place because it's local and well this place tastes better than starbucks even if starbucks can be convenient” Okoye pointed to the long black chalk board used as a menu. The daily flavors of their coffee drinks were written neatly in colorful chalk. Small cute little hand drawn pictures of coffee cups and baked goods were framed around the lists. “They always change their menu daily. I try to stop here at least once or twice a week.” “Starbucks? Don’t tell me you like that burnt coffee bean water too? My cousins love that place.” Attuma teased lightly. Okoye playfully nudged Attuma, ”Hey! Sometimes their caramel drinks are good and sometimes I can’t finish them.” “Because sometimes it tastes burnt, doesn’t it? You don’t have to lie.” Attuma chuckled and fully laughed when Okoye nudged him again, puffing out her cheeks briefly. “I am just teasing. You’re right it is always a hit or miss but I know what you mean. Have you ever tried making it on your own though?” Attuma lifted a brow still having that teasing smile on his lips. “You mean buying the pre packets you can just stir in hot water?” Okoye quietly questioned. “No, I mean actually see what they put in their drinks and try to make it. Wait, do they make those too? “ Attuma knitted his brows slightly. Okoye gave Attuma a brief side before huffing slightly,” Who has time for that anyway? And yes, they do and I may have not tried them before.” “Sometimes, you find ways for those guilty pleasures, Okoye.” “Oh whatever, everyone says that. You’re telling me that you would get up early to make yourself a caramel coffee with extra vanilla with ice every morning?” The type of coffee and just a hint of vanilla seemed easy to remember. Attuma made a mental note wondering if he could surprise Okoye with coffee one of these days. “When you run on pure spite, anything is possible” he winked at her.

#attuma #okoye #okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #otp prompts #writing prompt #fic prompt

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clementine-writes-things · 2 months

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Request for a victor zsasz and reader being falcones daughter. Age gap romance. (Like reader being 20 and victor older). A secret relationship. No smut please <3

I love this request! Though, I'm going to switch the ages a bit. Victor will be 31 and y/n will be 23.

Summary: Victor Zsasz finds himself in a secret relationship with Y/N Falcone. Short and sweet.

Content Warning: Explicit language, suggest dialogue, fluff, romantic!Zsasz, age gap, sweetheart!Zsasz, spoiled!reader, victor and readers aesthetic are COMPLETE opposites.

(y/f/f = your favorite flower)

Songs for Inspiration:

Cheri Cheri Lady - Modern Talking

Art Deco - Lana Del Rey

Hey Lover - The Daughters Of Eve

Dreams - The Cranberries

(he so listens to lana)

READ BELOW CUT

"Dad! You won't let me go anywhere by myself! It's so unfair!" Y/n pouted.

"Now darling, I know you are responsible and can take care of yourself. It's the people in Gotham that I don't trust. Victor follows you to protect you. You know that." Carmine explained gently.

Y/n crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yeah, I know.."

Her father sighed.

"Can you at least tell him to be more discreet? It's not exactly easy to go places with a bald hitman in all black trailing me." She asked.

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"Be more discreet? Hun, I am discreet." Victor chuckled, walking into her bedroom.

"Yeah, I know. But I had to make it seem like I don't like you following me. We can't have my dad figuring out about us, can we?" She asked.

He shook his head playfully.

"He is right though. It's smart for me to follow you. You're a beautiful girl and the daughter of Carmine Falcone. You can't be too safe." He reminded.

She nodded and stood up from her bed.

"Yeah, you're right."

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked.

"I was thinking going to the park?" She asked.

Victor nodded, stepping out of the room to allow her to get ready. It was the perfect day to go to the park. It was a sunny spring day, flowers were blooming, birds were chirping and the temperature wasn't too bad either.

The two of them had started dating around two weeks ago, and they've done a pretty good job at keeping it a secret. Y/n had grown a strong attraction the the hitman/bodyguard and found out that her feelings were reciprocated. Surprisingly, Victor Zsasz was a total sweetheart when it came to romance and love.

"Alright, let's go." She said coming out of her room.

Victor winked at her, not risking showing her affection in an open space. He didn't want the two of them to get caught. He didn't care what happened to him, he only cared about what happened to her. The two of them went downstairs and out the front door, getting into her car. Victor offered to drive which y/n accepted happily.

"I'll put our music in." She said as she popped in a CD.

He scoffed playfully.

"By our music do you mean your music that you forced me to listen to?" He asked.

She nodded.

"Yeah, but you love it now. Don't lie."

He rolled his eyes.

"Whatever." He chuckled.

(pick one of the songs above to be the one that plays while they drive :D)

As the two of them drove through the streets of Gotham, y/n looked over at Victor who was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel to match the beat of the song. He had a smile on his face as he paid attention to his driving. He looked so handsome while he was focused. Y/n slid her hand on his knee, squeezing it gently.

"Hey now, don't get handsy with the driver." He joked.

The two of them continued to make jokes as they drove, playing driving games the whole time. Y/n never knew that a hitman could be this fun to be around. Not only did he keep her safe, but he kept her happy and entertained as well. And loved.

"Here we are Ms. Falcone." He winked.

"Vic don't call me that ever again." She groaned, closing the car door.

"Does mistress sound better?" He joked as he locked the car.

"Fuck no!" She fake gagged.

"Yeah, you're right. I like sweetheart better." He smiled cheesily.

Y/n blushed, clearing her throat as she walked towards the park. Victor loved that about her. How when she got embarrassed or flustered she would change the subject. It was cute.

"Where to boss?" He asked.

"I wanna pick some flowers for the vase in my room." She said.

Victor nodded as he walked with her through the park, both of them on the lookout for flowers. He knew her favorite colors so he kept an extra eye out for those ones. It looked funny honestly. A very intimidating bald man dressed in all black walking next to a bright and bubbly young woman in the middle of a park. It caught people's attention that's for sure. A lot of them recognized him though, so they kept their eyes away and mouths shut.

"Oh, Vicky! Look at these ones!" Y/n exclaimed, rushing over to a bunch of (y/f/f).

He chuckled at the nickname she had given him. It was cute. If anyone else called him that name he would have shot them on the spot. But, it was ok that she called him it. It was only ok if it was her.

"You like those ones, hm?"

She nodded, holding her hand open. Smiling he pulled out his pocket knife and placed it in her hand. He watched as she cut the flowers, leaving a good amount of stem on them so she could put them in her vase. Victor held out a wicker basket she had given him, allowing her to place them inside of it. Looking to his side he saw a patch of daisies. He bent down, plucking one from the ground and placing it gently behind y/n's ear. A blush creeped over her face as she looked up at him.

"Victor, you charmer."

He ran a thumb over her lips, leading across her jawline. He smiled and stepped back. If he showed any other forms of PDA towards her in this public of a setting her dad would surely find out. The two of them continued to walk towards the wooded part of the park, trails and benches were inside of it. Y/n continued her search for flowers as they did this, causing Victor to watch her in adoration. He looked around, making sure they were in the most secluded part of the woods where no one was around.

"Hun, come here." He said.

Y/n picked up a piece of lavender, placing it in her basket as she stood back up. Looking towards Victor she giggled and walked towards him. His eyes were soft and gentle, not a single ounce of malice, ill intent, or dark thoughts in them.

"Yes, Vicky?" She asked,

He placed his hand on her cheek, stroking it with his thumb. She looked up into his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. She glanced down at them, licking her own.

"I can't do this anymore."

He leaned into her, placing his hand on the small of her back to close the distance between them. His lips landed on hers, moving in sweet harmony with each other. Fireworks went off in y/n's belly, closing her eyes and enjoying the kiss. After a few moments he pulled away.

"I couldn't wait any longer, honey." He smiled.

"I love you my darling."

"I love you too Vicky."

#fanfic writer #writers of tumblr #writers #fanfic #gotham #lana del rey #victor zsasz

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patchesnpins · 2 years

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ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴄᴀʀʏ ᴍᴏᴠɪᴇꜱ?

ᴀɴᴏɴ ᴀꜱᴋᴇᴅ: ily aesthetic omg could I request steve, nancy, eddie, and jonathan with horror movie buff partner? (if that’s too much just eddie and steve is perfect :))

☾⋆*:｡ a/n: aww thank you!! I love putting together themes so it's always nice when people compliment them. I only managed to do Eddie and Steve bc my mind is kind of blank lately. haven't watched many horror movies in a while so sorry for the vagueness

☾⋆*:｡ details: SFW//w.c: 0.6k//ft. Eddie Munson & Steve Harrington

ᴇᴅᴅɪᴇ ᴍᴜɴꜱᴏɴ

Eddie is a big fan of horror movies, it’s his go to genre whenever he’s looking for a movie to watch with someone. In the stacks of vcrs around his trailer you’re more than likely to find piles upon piles of horror movies than any other type of movie

He’s absolutely ecstatic when he finds you snooping through all his movies, a wide grin on your face as you excitedly question what was his favorite movie from his collection. He doesn’t have many people to talk to about the movies and Wayne is far from a fan so finding someone as interested as you is amazing

Playful as ever he always offers to be someone you can hold onto if you ever get freaked out, shooting you a smile and a wink that you take like a challenge. You won’t budge during horror movies and Eddie catches on quick, seeing who can outlast the other without being scared

Eddie likes listening to you talk during the movies, tell him little behind the scenes bits of information or how the sequel ties in with the previous movie. Point out all the little sfx bits that make all the blood and gore a little less stomach churning, he lives for how excited you get telling him these things

No matter how much you complain about how shitty they are, Eddie has a love for shitty horror movies with a tinge (or more) of comedy. He loves giggling on the couch over just how awful and not scary is, a good way to chill out after hours spent binging terrifying movies with you

When halloween comes around he’s more than willing to dress up as your favorite slashers with you, a night spent running around the neighborhood scaring the local schools jackasses seems like plenty of fun to him, especially when it’s so easy to hide yourself behind a mask (no wonder how they got away with it)

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Steve is very very far from being a fan of horror movies, he’s had his fair share of horror nights with a date but thank god for the dark lights that hide his mortified grimace. He can play tough guy all he wants but if he can avoid them he will as much as possible

He could feel his palms get all sweaty when you began rummaging through the horror section at his job when he sent you to find a movie to watch that night. He did love how excited you were, going on and on about movies he wouldn’t ever dare to touch

Your familiarity with the movies helps calm his nerves through, when the movie is slotted into the vcr player and he can feel himself grow a bit nervous, the facts spilling from your mouth in a giddy excitement helps put him at ease because how could something that makes you so happy be that scary?

After enough movies, Steve is definitely the person to get into hypotheticals such as would Freddy Krueger or Jason Voorhees win if they got into a fight. He bases his claim off who looks cooler and most of the time destined to lose to you with how much more you know than him

He hates super gorey movies with a passion, having dealt with gross stuff like that enough in his life. Steve trusts you to pick out one’s he doesn’t mind, you always seem to have the perfect one based on whatever he says. It’s almost amazing how much you know and how quick you are to pick something out

Steve is always first to notify you whenever a new horror movie pops up at work, he’ll give it to you half off (and a good amount of the time for free) for you to rush back home and watch. He’ll join you on the second rewatch if it’s good, snacks and drinks in hand for you both to share

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So, you've already done platonic match-up for me (twst), so I think its time for romantic 😏

(BTW I just copy pasted the thing-)

Nickname: ash/lala

Pronouns: he/they

Personality type: ENTP and extrovert

Kinnie: Osamu dazai (more the writer than the character, I read the book and I loved it)

Favorite color: blue

Likings: Books, art, history (of art), writing, drawing, kids , rain, basketball, making friends, hoodies, my job (I'm the head manager in a skate shop), my siblings, my fiance (of course), the music band GORILLAZ, memes, my cat, my siblings (I'm closer to my twin) going to amusement park, playing guitar, snowboard, skate, surfing, old school music (mostly rap)

Dislike: spiders. (These things are horrible), loud noises, summer (more pools than summer in general), homeworks

Aesthetic: chaotic academia/grunge/skate ( I couldn't find the right name for my aesthetic so I hope you understand)

Appearance: black hairs (natural brown hairs but I prefer them in black) , 174cm, blue eyes, chubby, curly hairs to my shoulders, semicolon tattoo on my left wrist, a earing of a smiley face (right ear), glasses, freckles, pinkish skin, the hairs on my neck are cut

I'm also Italian-French and I take a lot of pride in my Italian blood

Hobbies: skate/surf/snowboard, basketball, drawing, just hanging out with my friends

(I hope you like this!...but does your fiance know you are cheating on him with fictional men 🤔 😂)

I match you with Cater Diamond.

When I do a platonic/romantic match, and then do the opposite, I like to make it an au. So in this au, we'll say Lilia invited you to his concert, and that's how you met Cay Cay. Cater was immediately enthralled by your fashion, and the fact that you didn't immediately lose your hearing when Lilia played a solo. After some pushing from Lilia, Cater asked you out, and it's been pretty happy ever since.

Music is how you two bond the most. He picks up music writing for you, and plays them for you. You play/sing Gorillaz for him. It's just overall a fun time, and you two have lots of play arguments over various songs.

ce n'est pas un point, j'ai juste choisi la violence aujourd'hui. 😊

Mans is excited you're a skater. There is no way he isn't one. Like, have you seen him? He absolutely skates. He tries to do cool tricks to show off for you. Some of them are good, others not so much…but it doesn't matter. He feels safe to make mistakes around you. You can laugh at him though, he doesn't mind! In fact, he likes to make you laugh almost as much as he likes to impress you.

He's probably not a huge fan of basketball, but he will 100% come to watch you play. He is your biggest supporter. He will even dress up as a cheerleader if you ask him to. You just need to agree to pose for a photo with him after the game. His magicam followers will LOVE IT!

you could literally say anything to him in french, and he'll think it's the hottest thing he's ever heard. You could literally say, "I have to take out the trash." And he'd be like, "babe, that's so fucking hot. 😍" All his pictures of you have french captions (don't worry his translations came from Rook)

You hadn't noticed it until today.

Cater often had you record his music club performances so he could post them on Magicam later. So you were able to just stare at your boyfriend without him teasing you, since you could say it was so that you were getting a good angle.

That's when you noticed it. His nail polish and beanie were both blue.

You had started stealing one of his silver hoops a couple months ago so that you could "be together" even when you were apart, but you hadn't noticed him wearing your favorite color.

You peaked out from behind the camera, made eye contact, and mouthed, "blue?" At him.

He winked, and gave you a roguish smile, before wagging his blue nails at the camera, then going into a guitar solo.

You rolled your eyes, but still felt yourself getting flustered.

When the song finished, Cater looked directly into the camera, and began his outro speech he always gave. Except it ended differently this time.

"Also, my beautiful magicam fam, guess who just noticed I decided to wear his color? Took him long enough, #obliviousbutloveable, am I right?"

You decided to cut the video short. His viewers could figure out the rest from there.

#1.5k followers #twisted wonderland #matchups #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader

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