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biggest-stupidhead · 2 years

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Black Tea and Cigarettes

AN: Ah yes it has been quite some time since I updated this. Enjoy :)

Summary: You need a drink, but you find yourself more intoxicated by your boss....

Word Count: 3.4K

Warnings: drinking.....lmk if I missed anything

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Jasper stood, holding the sliding door open, Horace was climbing into the back. The rain had stopped, so you forwent the umbrella, locking the door behind you and Cruella. She sat in the front with Jasper and you sat perched on your knees in the back, Horace sitting right next to you.

The ride was short, which you were thankful for, by the time you had parked your legs were tingling with pins and needles. Jasper opened the door for you and Horace and the two of you spilled out of the back.

“I’m awfully thirsty,” Horace commented as he straightened out his jacket, Jasper scoffed and the four of you walked up the sidewalk.

Jasper held the door open for you, tipping his hat at you with a sly grin as you passed through. A live band was playing on a stage in the back, a full bar lined the far left wall, a dance floor in the center, and seating was scattered throughout the room.

Your eyes raked over the room, women in shimmery dresses hiked upon their slender thighs. Men in dress shirts and slacks ties crooked around their necks. In the corner of the room, you sighted the rest of the designers, laughing and knocking beer bottles against each other.

You had only just stepped a few feet into the room when a heavy arm was draped over your shoulder.

“What finally convinced you to come to see me?” It was Roger, his sweaty body pressed against yours. Cruella and the boys paused to take in the sight as you shrugged Roger off.

“I forgot about that.” You glowered at him and he let out a loud bark of laughter.

“Well, you’re here now!” He clapped you across the back before jogging to the bar and raising his hand for the bartender's attention.

The four of you shuffled deeper into the bar, Cruella seemed less than impressed as Roger carried a tray of shots your way. Your group gravitated towards a booth in the corner of the room, Cruella slid in first and for a moment you found yourself in an awkward dance with Jasper, who was moving to sit next to her. But when he saw you wanted to sit next to her he relented and stepped back. You smiled at him gratefully and he nodded at you as he sat across from Cruella instead. Roger dropped off the shots before returning to the stage with the rest of the band. They resumed their song, and you realized that Artie was the main singer, his makeup was less dramatic, making him harder to recognize.

He winked at your table as he belted out the lyrics to some pop song. You tossed the shot back effortlessly and Horace chuckled at the face you made. Cruella took her shot next, her face also scrunching with the sting of the alcohol. You laughed at her puckered lips and she glared at you. Jasper and Horace took their shots in unison and you grinned, the warmth of the alcohol settling in your chest.

“This is nice.” You shouted over the bass and Horace nodded in agreement. Jasper shrugged, although the smile on his lips led you to believe that he was happier than he let on. Cruella said nothing, catlike eyes taking in her surroundings as people swarmed through the dance floor.

“Another!” Horace lifted his hand to a passing waiter and the man nodded in acknowledgment. Jasper shook his head and a short laugh left his throat.

“What’s so funny?” Horace shot him an irritated look and Jasper laughed harder.

“It’s just...we haven’t done this since…” He paused, an uncertain look thrown your way and you raised a brow at him. Cruella cleared her throat and sat up straighter.

“It's been a while that’s all,” Jasper concluded and Cruella seemed more at ease, you wondered what Jasper really meant to say.

This continued, drinks were finished and then replaced soon after until the room spun, the music was louder now, or maybe you were just drunk. You ended up on the dance floor, after trying and failing to drag Jasper out it was just you and Horace acting a fool out there. The two of you had been dancing for some time before you took a moment to get some water from a drinking fountain down the hall from the bathroom.

Here, the music was quieter and you could already feel the headache building in the base of your skull. You had been guzzling the water when you heard a soft scoff, you lifted your head and wiped your chin. Cruella stood down the hall, her back propped up against the wall, in her fingers was another cigarette, half is gone already. You wondered how long she had been back here.

You walked over to her and leaned up against the opposite wall, a sleepy grin on your lips. She smirked back at you, her cherry lips curled back to reveal bleached teeth. Your heart faltered in your chest at the sight, you wanted to press your lips to hers, taste her lipstick and the alcohol on her breath. She blew out a thin wisp of smoke and you crossed the hall, holding your hand out for the cigarette and she passed it to you.

“Thought you quit.” She commented as you brought the cigarette to your lips, taking a moment to note the lipstick stains on the end. You placed it between your lips, inhaling sharply and pausing before removing the cigarette from your lips, making eye contact as you did so.

“So did I.” You said, smoke curling out of your lips as you passed the cigarette back to her and she grinned at you mischievously. You grinned back, as if sharing a joke, and in a way you were. Something between the two of you that nobody else would quite understand. Your mind was muddy as you brought your foot forwards, the toe of your heel touching hers. You were pleasantly surprised when she didn’t pull her foot away, you grinned and leaned closer, she seemed confused but not opposed.

“Did I ever tell you that I liked your lipstick?” You asked, tilting your head your eyes trained on her mouth, watching as it twitched up into another smirk.

“You haven’t.” She said, and you lifted your hand carefully as if you were approaching a wild animal, the movement slow but sure. You carefully brushed a white curl off of her cheek, tucking it behind her ear.

“Well, I’m saying it now.” You told her, slowly pulling your hand away, letting it fall back to your side. Her blue eyes were flickering across your face, full of uncertainty and confusion now. You liked it, she always was so confident of herself, and to see this side of her felt like a privilege.

“You can wear it tomorrow with your dress.” She said, eyes still fluttering, lashes brushing against the apples of her cheeks. You smiled and turned, meaning to go back out onto the dance floor, but her hand caught your wrist and now it was your turn to be confused. She reeled you in, her fingers holding you in an iron grip.

You stumbled a bit at the sudden motion, trying not to collide with her, but she pulled once more. In your drunken state, you couldn’t exactly right yourself in time, so you fell against her chest. You could feel her heart beating through her silk dress shirt. Her nails were digging into the soft flesh of your arm and now your breaths were mingling, lips inches apart. It was more intoxicating than the alcohol you had consumed, you could already taste the menthol and vodka that was lingering on that silver tongue of hers.

You brought your hands up to steady yourself against the wall, her hand still circled around your wrist. You stayed like this, unsure if this is what she wanted, your mind swimming with a million thoughts. She let out a shaky breath and you did too, eyes fluttering shut as you leaned forward slightly. She let out a strangled yelp and shoved you off of her, and you stepped back, eyes wide and filled with fear. Your clouded mind cleared immediately, now you weren’t thinking of her lips or her soft flesh, now you were thinking about your job, and how screwed you were.

“I-I’m so sorry.” You apologized as she smoothed out her shirt, hands shaking slightly.

“Let’s not speak of this.” Her voice was stern and her face appeared panicked as you nodded in agreement. In these times, homosexuality was not welcomed openly, and you knew this. It was something you fought with daily, trying to conceal yourself among the masses.

“Okay.” You agreed with a curt nod, it felt as if a rock had settled in the pit of your stomach. You hated to admit it but you liked this job, you liked your boss, apparently too much. You liked her stupid henchmen, the designers, and the luxury that came with the role.

You decided that overcoming your lust for Cruella would be best for you in the long run. You left, head down fighting back tears, it hurt all the same. Why had she pulled you so close just to push you away?

And the comment about her lipstick? You had been certain she was insinuating a kiss. By the time you made it back to the open dance floor, you hardly felt like dancing. But Jasper found you, his large warm hand caught your bicep and you lowered your head. Your free hand quickly swiped away the tears that had managed to escape before you met his gaze straight on.

“Hey, hey come on Horace and Artie are about to-” his words were cut off when Cruella’s palm landed on his shoulder. He turned, leaving you in favor of addressing Cruella, who steered him back towards the booth. You watched them go, eyes stinging with unshed tears. It was foolish really, you should have known better, you decided that you were done for the night, even though it was barely midnight.

You did have a big day ahead of you after all. You knew better than to wander off without telling someone that you were leaving, so you found Artie and Horace at the bar, a platter of shots in front of them.

“I’m going to head out.” You shouted over the loud music and Artie groaned, grabbing your shoulder and steering you towards the booth, Horace sporting the drinks.

“You can’t go, we're about to take shots!” Artie whined and you grabbed his arm, facing him with wide red eyes. He saw the tears brimming over your lashes and motioned for Horace to move on. Leaving the two of you alone, you didn’t want to tell him about Cruella, about the embarrassing failed attempt you had made on her.

“I’ll walk you.” He motioned towards the door and you nodded, wiping your eyes quickly.

Cruella watched you go, looking past Jasper and Horace who were bickering over something. She could still feel your breath on her lips, she could still smell your shampoo and feel your warmth pressed against her. It had felt so right, as if your body was meant to press against hers, filling all the cracks.

Yet she had pushed you away, and she hadn’t missed the raw hurt that crossed your face. The way your eyes shone with tears as you retreated with your tail between your legs. There had been no satisfaction in turning you down, but she couldn’t afford to give in to the temptations. She had already indulged herself enough by hiring you, by making a dress for you.

She couldn’t afford to lose the progress she had made. She wouldn’t let herself lose sight of her goals because of some pretty face. So she watched you go, although it sent a dull wave of pain through her chest to see you leave.

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You made it back to your flat, Artie had sat down on the floor, Buddy and Nike kissing his face. You sat your purse down on the table and dropped onto the sofa, head hanging back and looking up at the ceiling. Artie joined you after a few minutes, his arm hanging over the back of the sofa.

“Wanna tell me what made the big bad lawyer cry?” He pressed and you glared at him through burning eyes.

“Not particularly.” You turned your head to look at him, your cheek resting against the back of the couch. He sighed and sat up straight, his eyes soft and accepting.

“Did you get rejected?” He asked and you tensed, eyes widening. Had he seen you and Cruella?

“….How did you know?” You spoke slowly and Artie laughed.

“I’ve been rejected my fair share. I know how it feels.” He was very clearly trying to comfort you, but you weren’t really interested in feeling better. You just wanted to wallow in this embarrassment and forget about it come morning.

“Artie, I really don’t want to talk about this.” You let out a bitter laugh as he nudged you with his knee.

“I get it.” He raised his hands in surrender and you felt your shoulders sag with relief. Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to tell him. Not about Cruella, but about your sexuality, if anyone understood it would be him.

“There is something….that I would like to tell you.” You turned to look at him and he raised a brow, motioning with his hand for you to continue.

“I-I like women.” Your voice shook a bit but it felt good to share your secret with someone else.

“Oh, honey I know.” He laughed like it was so obvious, and you felt slightly offended that he had read you so effortlessly.

“With these nails and that hair cut how could I not?” Artie chuckled as he took your hand and inspected your crudely cut fingernails. You pushed your bottom lip out in a pout and snatched your hands from his grasp.

“Rude.” You grumbled, busying yourself with picking at your nails. Artie sighed and shuffled closer to you.

“Look, you’re very brave for telling me,” Artie said sincerely and you looked up at him with soft eyes.

“You think so?” You whispered and he took your hands back into his own, his grip tight and reassuring.

“I know so.” You smiled at his words, he gave you one last squeeze before releasing you.

“Now, we’ve got a big day tomorrow, I personally don’t want to be hungover.” He clapped you over the shoulder and stood up.

“I’ll take the couch.” He gestured towards your tiny couch and you shook your head.

“Nah, my bed is big enough for two.” You smiled and gave a light tug on his sleeve and he laughed, standing to join you up the stairs.

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The next morning you were awoken to the sound of your doorbell repeatedly ringing. You sat up at the same time as Artie, who looked at you through half-asleep eyes.

“Who is that?” He grumbled before falling back onto your pillows. You checked your alarm clock, eyes widening when you realized it was already seven in the morning, you had an hour before you needed to be at Hell Hall.

“Oh fuck.” You threw the covers back and scrambled out of bed, you were only in a ratty t-shirt and your underwear. The doorbell was still ringing insistently, so you raced down the stairs of your two-story townhouse and threw open the door. Jasper’s hand flew over his eyes when he saw your state of undress.

“M-Miss (L/n), Cruella requests your presence.” You cursed at his words, tugging on the hem of your shirt, Buddy and Nike were pressing against your legs, wanting outside.

“Let me go wake Artie up, and get dressed.” You almost shut the door but Jasper stuck his foot over the threshold.

“I’ll take the dogs out for you, oh and Cruella requested that you bring your dog.” Jasper’s face was hardly visible through the crack, you sighed and reached behind you for the leashes, passing them to him through the door. You turned and ran back up the stairs as Jasper collected the dogs. Artie was already dressed by the time you made it upstairs and he was busying himself with your closet.

“Really dear there is not much to work with, in here. I’m surprised Cruella allows you to show up in these rags.” Artie was holding your best dress shirt and you scowled at him before snatching it away and throwing it onto your messy bed.

“Shut up, find me my black dress pants, I’ll be changing into something more formal when I arrive anyway.” You grumbled as you began to change into the shirt.

“Oh no darling, wear this!” Artie pulled out one of the two evening dresses that you had, a silky deep forest green ensemble.

“It’s a bit too dark for spring, but it’s better than showing up in that.” Artie passed you the dress and you begrudgingly pulled it on, trusting his opinion. Once you were dressed the two of you hurried out the door, you still struggling with your bedhead. You both piled into the van, Buddy, and Nike waiting patiently for you. Jasper slid the door shut behind you and ran around to the driver's side. The van sputtered to life and you were off, speeding down the narrow roads out of the city. The mansion was already buzzing with activity, crews of various services loading and unloading boxes from the massive home.

Jasper led you and the dogs up to Cruella’s personal workroom, where she was busying herself with looking over some of the pieces. Jasper left shortly after knocking on the door, leaving you alone with her for the first time since the evening prior. She didn’t bother looking back at you, too busy smoothing out a gossamer gown.

“Go put that one on.” She ordered, pointing vaguely towards the finished gown for you, sage green with tulle, you didn’t bother arguing simply slipping out of your silk dress and trading it for Cruella’s work. You turned your back to her as you undressed, feeling your cheeks flush with heat from embarrassment. You noticed that Cruella stopped moving, nothing but the sound of her bracelets jingling and her soft breathing filled the room, along with the shuffling of your dress.

“Stunning.” Her heels clicked against the floor, you jumped when her cold hands skimmed over your bare shoulders. Her warm breath tickled your throat, one hand gently tilted your chin to look up, and you noticed a mirror in the far corner of the room. You hardly recognized yourself nestled in the flowing fabrics, with Cruella’s hand basically wrapped around your throat.

“Don’t you adore it?” Her words were breathy and suggestive and you nearly whimpered as her thin fingers grazed down your throat to rest over your clavicle, just above your cleavage.

“I-I do.” You swallowed thickly and she laughed, pulling you flush against her body.

“I made a promise to you last night, do you remember?” You wracked your brain, eager to please her, but you came up empty. She turned you around, one hand on your hip, the other on your cheek.

“I told you that you could borrow my lipstick.” Sure enough, she was wearing that same devilish red color on her plump lips and you found yourself salivating.

“I’d like that very much.” You saw where this was going, and you were growing impatient.

“I keep my promises.” Cruella leaned in, her nose bumping against yours, her breath smelled like cigarettes, she must be stressed.

“Please.” You whimpered and her hand wound into your hair, pulling your mouth against hers. You groaned as your mouths moved against each other’s, her tongue prodded at your lower lip and you opened your mouth eagerly. Your own hands were cupping the sides of her face, relishing in the softness of her skin. Suddenly she pulled away, and you panicked, wondering what you had done wrong.

“You need to get to hair and makeup, go now.” She flicked her wrist, dismissing you and you gaped at her. Your hand came to hover over your wet lips before you looked in the mirror, she had kept her promise, her lipstick was smeared messily over your lips, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

#Cruella De Vil #cruella x reader #cruella fanfic #cruella x you #cruella 2021 x reader #cruella 2021

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slashingdisneypasta · 10 days

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Imagine your F/O walking in and catching you crying at the end of Toy Story 3.

#i'm not crying what do you mean?? 😭😭 dont look at me 😭😭 XD #it just makes me think about creepypasta and how it was so important to me but now i've grown out of it anndddd #😭😭😭😭😭#Cruella would scoff and roll her eyes at me for being silly XD #Otis would laugh at me and make fun of me #jim and cal might let me crawl into their laps and hide until i can gather my dignity again XDD #though it'd probably just be an excjse to cop a feel- not be nice. but whatever i'll take it XD #F/O #F/O's #F/O x Reader #F/O Imagine #F/O Imagines

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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masterlist (updated)

key: 💕- fluff, 🖤- dark themes, 🥀, angst.

Wednesday

Wednesday Addams

Sweaty Kisses (💕)

unknowingly yours (🥀,🖤)

Murderous Love (🥀,🖤) ON HOLD

My Heart Is Yours (💕,🖤)

Hot Rage and Cold Tears (🥀,💕)

.241 (🥀)

Ruins (🖤)

fugly slut (💕)

Carrie Moment (💕)

I’ve Missed You (💕,🥀)

Secret Love Notes (💕)

Enid Sinclair

Kara Danvers (2018-22)

Lena Luthor (2018-22)

Alex Danvers (2018-22)

Red Daughter (2018-22)

Pamela Isly

Absent (💕,🥀)

Harley Quinn

Scars(💕,🥀)

maddening love(🥀,🖤)

TVDU

Hope Mikaelson

Rebekah Mikaelson

Freya Mikaelson

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Maria Hill

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

MISCELLANEOUS

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Tahani Al Jamil (The Good Place)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Cruella De Vil (Cruella)

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multific · 1 year

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If He doesn't Scare You, No Evil Thing will

Cruella!Helmut Zemo x Reader

Words: 5.5K

Summary: Helmut Zemo, the best designer, a cold and manipulative man. You, a barista, a kind and gentle person. Nothing common between you two yet fate had its ways to toy with you.

A/N: None of the above pictures are mine, all rights go to their owners, especially the beautiful work of art by @enstatia which inspired this whole story.

Baron Helmut Zemo is the best fashion designer in the entire world.

He was rich, smart and elegant. He was adored by some and hated by many.

He wasn't a gentleman, he was rude and cunning, and he always got what he wanted. In the name of fashion, he had done many terrible things.

The Sokovian noble born became a well-known name in the entire world after his first collection.

Most people knew him for his famous furs, others knew him because he liked to crush the competition, literally.

He always said, fashion isn't kind, so why should he be?

You were always fascinated by fashion, even if you didn't have a taste for it or the money to afford it.

But Zemo's collections always stood out for you, you spent many many hours looking at his clothing. His taste and creativity were beyond everything you could ever imagine.

But you will never be able to afford anything of his, working in a coffee shop certainly didn't give you the paycheck of your dreams, if you were honest you barely made enough to live but you dreamed big.

You let out a long sigh as you were getting ready to close the store finally. A long shift and you were the only one remaining to close it all up.

Just as you were sweeping the floors, a man came rushing in, he was heaving, he clearly had a run, but who would run in a suit like that?

"We are cl-"

"PLEASE! I need a double espresso urgently."

"Sorry, Sir."

"I NEED that coffee or my boss will kill me! Please! I pay extra, double, triple whatever but I need that coffee." he was desperate, probably a new started who was trying to impress their boss.

"Okay." you ended up saying. "But! This is the first and only time! You have to come next time during open hours!"

"Thank you! THANK YOU!"

You made the coffee as best as you could in your tired state before handing it to him.

He really did leave a nice tip for you and was soon out the door, running.

You shook your head and closed up.

The next day, everything went normally. Customers came, left, some leaving you nice tips.

Then, when you stood behind the bar, he arrived again.

"Hello. Coming this time during normal hours." he laughed lightly. "Look my boss really liked the coffee you made for him, so I'll have to come here regularly from now on, maybe even more than once a day. So, I'll always order the same, double espresso, like you made yesterday and for me a cappuccino."

And just like he said, he came to the store every morning at 7:50 sharp, ordered the same thing every time and occasionally, he arrived in the afternoon.

"I do see why Boss likes your coffee, the cappuccino you made for me was amazing."

He was your first regular customer. He told you he worked for a big company and had a husband and a german shepherd. He was talkative as if he didn't have anyone to talk to about these things during the day.

Then, one day, he didn't come in the morning.

It was strange coming from someone sharp.

But, you went on with your day, and just as you were ready to close, the front doorbell sounded off.

It gave you deja vu.

"Sorry, but we are closi-" you stopped immediately when you noticed the man in front of you.

Baron Helmut Zemo.

The leading man in fashion, in this little store.

"I didn't have my espresso today, you see my assistant got sick."

That explained a lot, like how he was always so dressed and in a hurry.

You didn't know what to do. To deny him coffee would be a death sentence.

He sat down at a table like it was the most casual thing.

You made him the coffee, just like you always did.

"Anything else I could get you?" you asked as you placed the mug in front of him.

"No, thank you." as he picked up the mug his hand brushed against yours.

He was much nicer than people made him in their stories. Maybe he was having a good day, you didn't want to poke around, so you left and went back to whipping tables and cleaning the floor.

When he finished, he left you a good tip and without another word, he was off.

Everything happened so fast, you wondered if it was even real.

In the end, you convinced yourself that it couldn't possibly be Baron Zemo, and you just moved on.

The next day, the assistant guy didn't come nor did Zemo so you really must have been imagining things.

However on the third day, just before closing time, both arrived.

"We are still in time right?" asked the assistant, whose name you just remembered being Bucky. "Can I also get a slice of that chocolate cake please?" he asked as he ordered while the Baron sat down. You knew better so you acted like a professional and served them both.

And while they talked about work, you cleaned the tables.

"Y/N." you heard your name being called, nearly making you jump. "Can you help us?"

"No need to bother her, James, I know what I want."

Bucky rolled his eyes as you walked over, you looked at the drawings in front of them.

Two beautiful suits, one dark with fur around the neck, white with black dots, reminded you of dalmatians, the other suit just as beautiful, dark green with gold embellishments. Both are similar styles for a very very rich man.

"Which one do you think is better?" you looked at both of them.

"Both look really nice."

"You have to pick." said the Baron and you picked up both papers.

"I like this one better." you said placing the dotted one back on the table. Zemo had a smirk on his face while Bucky huffed. "But it's missing something." you said as your eyes were glued to the paper.

"Boss said the same thing." said Bucky before taking the other drawing and putting it away.

"Is it for a man or woman?" you asked as it wasn't clear from the drawing, your question was for Bucky but Zemo answered.

"It's for me. It will be made out of fur, real fur, but as you said, it's missing something. And I'm not going to the fashion show with an incomplete piece."

Then you remembered something.

"Do you have pencils?" you asked and Bucky nodded, he gave you the box of coloured pencils.

They both watched you as you did something.

You showed them both.

You added red gloves. Ones that were missing on the fingers.

They both went silent. Completely silent and you knew you messed up.

"I-I'm sorry. I ruined it." you were about to place it on the table when the Baron grabbed it and looked at it.

"He loves it." said Bucky. "He always has that face when he loves something.

"Incredible! You have an eye for fashion!"

"I really don't, Sir. I just-"

"Come with me to the fashion show in Rome! I need your eye, your talent is impeccable."

You tried to refuse, you really did. But it was hard to argue with a Baron. And in the end, you had to go. Because who were you to say no?

You told your boss you are sick, so you won't be able to make it for two weeks.

You couldn't believe you were going to miss work, but the nice check the Baron put into your hands was twice as much as you made in three months.

"For your time." he said when he placed it into your hands. And you nearly doubled over at the amount written on it.

"This is too much."

"Not at all. It's barely anything for your time." he said as he left.

You learned he loved to have the last word.

And now here you were, looking into your wardrobe, realizing just how poor you were.

You didn't even have decent clothes to wear to work let alone to the biggest fashion event!

Then the packages arrived.

Clothes, some were so new they weren't even announced just yet.

And a simple note that the delivery guy handed you as Bucky carried the boxes into your tiny apartment.

'Wear these. H.Z.'

A simple message, you couldn't question it. Then you realized you never even tell him your address let alone your sizes to be able to send you clothes.

"Bucky? How did you know where I live?"

"Oh, easy, Boss told me, he had a feeling you wouldn't have any dresses for a fashion event, so he sent me along, you should try them on."

He sat down on your couch sipping a glass of wine.

Just where did he get the wine from? And how did his boss know where you lived?

And again, you couldn't say no, so you tried everything on. If you were honest you were impressed and also happy to have Bucky there, you had a great time.

Then, the day came.

But instead of Bucky, a driver came to pick you up. It was a luxurious car which drove you to the airport.

You didn't even dare to talk to him, but you do remember his name when he introduced himself, Frederick.

He looked like the kind of intimidating guy who was actually really sweet and kind. But you rather not push his buttons.

"Here she is." said the Baron as you got out of the car, a luxurious jet awaiting the two of you. "James sadly couldn't make it, his husband had an accident and he wanted to stay with him. But fashion doesn't wait so it will be the two of us on this trip, I hope that is okay with you."

"Most certainly." you said as he lead you into the jet and showed you where everything was.

You weren't sure why you were even there, because he liked your idea of red gloves? Because you made good coffee? Why were you there?!

"I can almost hear you thinking, how about we do something creative instead of your worries." he thought you were scared of flying. You weren't. But it was a better excuse than the fact that you had a very handsome and rich man sitting right across from you and it made you nervous.

He placed a couple of drawings in front of you, all with women's clothing this time, gorgeous gowns and suits.

"Which one should be the centrepiece of my show?" he asked as he leaned back in his chair, watching you closely

You looked at him for a moment before looking at the table, why was he asking you? He must have one already.

Collections don't come out unless you have one, do they?

You looked at him as he was sipping some champagne before your eyes moved across the drawings.

Was this a test? It had to be. He had to be toying with you. Or it could be genuine, but you had your doubts.

You picked the dress you liked the most and he nodded.

He didn't comment or ask anything, he just simply nodded and left it at that.

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When you arrived in Rome, your breath was taken away. This lifestyle. This level of luxury that came so naturally for him was something you never even imagined.

You got a room in the most expensive hotel, your room was more like an apartment. The view was gorgeous.

And again, you asked yourself, what were you doing there?

Then the phone in the room rang, and you picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Ah, Darling, let's go and get something to eat, you must be hungry from the flight." It was Zemo.

"Oh, sure."

"Let's meet in the lobby, 10 minutes?"

And sure enough, ten minutes later, there he was, standing in the middle like a King in a gorgeous deep wine-red suit. While you had jeans and a shirt on... great. You should have changed.

As he turned and saw you, he did make a face, he hoped you didn't see, but you surely did.

Half of the things on the menu, you couldn't even pronounce, so you stuck with something you knew, hamburgers and fries. It also worried you that you couldn't find the prices.

Zemo got something very Italian. By the sound of it.

It looked really nice, some nice pasta, cheese, but your burger, oh, your burger was everything.

It was so delicious, you nearly went blind eating it. And the fries were beyond this world.

"I hope you are enjoying yourself, is your room appropriate?"

"More than that. I have a huge balcony, I can see the Colosseum from there!"

"Glad to hear that you enjoy it. What about the dresses? I sent you a couple, do you not like them?" his brows furrowed as he pointed at your top.

"Oh, they are beautiful, but I just wasn't sure when to wear them."

"Whenever you see fit. They are yours after all." he said that but he clearly didn't mean it. He wanted you to wear those dresses, it was clear.

"They cannot be mine, they are way too expensive." you argued as you thought he only gave them for the trip.

"I made them just for you, they only fit you." you really didn't want to believe him.

But you went along with it.

You knew better than to argue with Baron Zemo himself.

Later that evening, you sat out on the balcony, taking in the view then suddenly something hit you.

"Did he say he MADE them just for me?" sudden realization hit you like a train.

---

The first day of the fashion show, you felt really out of place. Even with the beautiful dress you had on, you didn't feel comfortable at all.

You were nervous as you entered the car and you were even more nervous when you realized that there are paparazzi.

"Take deep breaths, don't look into the flash and you'll be fine. And smile." Zemo said as he put his arm around you and guided you through the crowd. People were trying to ask questions but he only waved and smiled.

And then, you were inside.

The first show wasn't Zemo's. It was a woman's collection. Filled with colour and texture. Not really your style, but you just sat there, not making any faces. There were too many cameras watching, if they caught you at the wrong time, your life could be over.

"What do you think?" asked Zemo as he leaned over and into your ear. You were in the middle of watching another oversized coat walk down the runway.

"Not my favourite. Everything is too big, it swallows them." you said honestly, turning to him, hoping no one heard you.

"Quite right, My Dear." he said before leaning back and continuing to watch.

About three more collections later, that day was done.

And the fact that you didn't like anything... worried you. Zemo asked every time, how you like it, but you could never say a good thing.

How can someone be exhausted after such a day?

All you had to do was sit and smile occasionally when Zemo introduced you to people.

Oh, the number of men and women who could kill you with their eyes just to be standing next to the man who kept his arm around your waist.

He always introduced you as a friend, but the looks you received from people were not meant for a friend. They saw you as a threat.

But now, you were back at the hotel, sitting on the balcony, still in that gorgeous dress as you enjoyed your view.

You promised yourself that morning that you are going to enjoy your time here. After all, who knew if you would ever be able to make it back to Rome anytime soon or ever in your life for that matter.

"Darling?" the voice came from the room and it made you jump in your seat.

"Zemo?"

"Here you are. I see you do enjoy the view." he sat down next to you in another chair, looking at you, not the view.

"It's beautiful. How did you get into my room?"

"It is breathtaking. I came to ask if you are ready for dinner, I see you didn't change." he just completely ignored your question.

"I like this dress. And yes, I'm ready for dinner." you said as you looked at him, eyes shining but he didn't smile, he simply nodded and guided you to the dining hall.

Dinner was as delicious as the day before. You were a bit more daring regarding the food you ordered.

"Tell me about yourself." he suddenly said. Now you were glad you didn't have any food or drink in your mouth.

Why would he be interested?

But he genuinely looked like he cared, and what harm would it be to tell him?

Not like he really cared, he probably just wanted you to ask the same from him and after you told your story, you did ask him.

But he dodged the question and instead told you how tomorrow will go down.

A three-day fashion event. Was that too much or too little? You weren't sure.

But your second day was much like the first, except it was longer.

The day before Zemo made you promise that you'd wear the pink dress he sent you.

Much like the day before, he came to pick you up in the morning, complimenting you while he looked like a nicely wrapped box of bonbons.

The man looked way too good for his own good.

He sat in the car with you, looking out the window, you enjoyed the view.

"Hopefully today we will see something we actually like. What would you like to see?" he asked.

"I want to see yours." you said without any hesitation.

"Hm, you do have good taste." he said just before the car stopped.

Another day without seeing any interesting pieces. You did see one thing, a kind of duo chrome gown, it looked promising, but the back of it... horrible.

You made a face which amused Zemo. He did notice how hopefull you were and then you saw the back.

And now you learned that Zemo's collection will be tomorrow, the last day, the grand finale.

You were about to get dressed when there was a knock on your door, a woman came in with a gorgeous dress, you recognized it from the sketches Zemo showed you on the plane.

"Miss, Mr Zemo send us as he was required before the show. He sent us to get you there, we have a car ready."

The fact that you had to go alone scared you a tad bit. But you did understand why he would be there earlier.

You felt like a Goddess honestly, the dress was perfect. You can imagine him in his room, perfecting every detail before sending it over to you.

You knew he wouldn't give out anything less than perfect from his hands.

---

"To us." he said lifting his champagne, "To the perfect show." he said as you clicked your glass against his. You smiled as you lifted the glass to your lips.

"To you." you said. "Your amazing collection."

"Precisely." he said and nodded. "Wouldn't have been able to do it without you, Darlin’."

And then you suddenly realized.

It was your last day there, last dinner with him and you knew you were going to miss him.

You'll have to go back to the life of a barista. And you were okay with that. You never expected this to happen, so even the fact that it did give you a reason to go forward.

"Can I ask you something?" you asked when the waitress left after she poured you two glasses of wine.

"Go ahead." he said as he lifted his glass.

"Why did you invite me? What is your real reason? Because I'm still confused by it."

"Beauty is something I always thrived for. I always wanted to achieve perfection. With my clothes especially. When Bucky mentioned this new shop with the kind barista I didn't think much. But he started to mention you more and more. And then I went to see you for myself, you took my breath away. You inspired me as a muse would. Something I have never had. I always worked for myself, but now, now I create for you, Darlin’."

You still didn't want to believe him. You weren't that beautiful, you weren't even thin.

"I-"

"I know you doubt yourself. I see it in your eyes. But there is nothing to doubt. Your beauty is extraordinary. You might not see it, your body, and your curves would drive any man crazy, including me. And your personality, you are shining my Darling. Like today, in that dress, I couldn't stop looking at you. Breathtaking, you always look breathtaking but when I see you wear something I made, it does something to me."

You were not sure if this was some weird kink of his. Picking up unsuspecting broke women and then living a fantasy through them. But the way his eyes shined told you he wasn't lying nor was this a weird kink. Adoration is what you saw. But then, why didn't you believe him? Why couldn't you? Could it be what he said before? The way you doubt yourself, it can be getting in your way.

"I'm not that special."

"You don't see what I see. Do you think I get everyone on a plane to Rome because they thought of adding red gloves to a suit? You are exquisite, and I planned on seducing you. I'm not really good at the love department, but you are special."

Seducing you? Love? Well, the black suit he had on certainly didn't help your situation. He looked way too delicious for his own good. You couldn't think straight.

"Are you serious or are you playing with me? Is this some game rich people play?"

"No game, Darling. I'm serious about my feelings." this is when the waitress arrived with your food. He studied your face. "You do not believe me."

"It's hard to. It's hard to believe that a man of your level would ever be interested in someone like me. I'm a simple woman, a barista while you are the best fashion designer in the entire world."

"Do titles bother you that much?"

"When it's this huge, yes. What will people think? You with me? Me with you? They will think I blackmailed you, that I'm a golddigger or something."

"Don't be silly, Love. I do not care what others say about me. My work speaks for itself. But if you really are not interested, I'll understand."

"It's not..." you looked around, no one was paying any attention. "It's not that I'm not interested in you. It's just hard to process your declaration of love when your face barely moves."

"I trained myself. So I wouldn't get wrinkles."

Of course, he did.

"How can I prove myself? How can I prove that my feelings are true?"

"I don't know, honestly."

"I brought you on many dates. Every day, I saw every lunch, breakfast and dinner as a date. Even if you didn't. Which now I realize you might not have. I should have told you from the beginning, but I needed to know who the angel who made those amazing espressos was. And I really found an angel. I watched you as you worked, cleaned the store when you were ready to close and I walked in."

"I need to think." you said honestly.

"Of course, I never expected you to be ready with an answer. But please know, I am serious."

Rest of the dinner, you spent quietly, eating and trying to think.

Why did he have to look so delicious in his suit?! It wasn't fair.

Your mind couldn't even register that evening or the next morning, nor the flight nor when you stood in front of your apartment while Zemo's driver got your suitcases out. You arrived with more than you left with.

You turned and looked at Zemo.

"Thank you again for the opportunity and the amazing memories." he only nodded once before you walked away from him.

Zemo had a cold heart. His industry and past made him this way, but he could feel his cold heart break into millions of pieces as he watched you walk away and the door closed behind you. He got back into the car and headed home, home into the cold mansion where he lived all alone.

You couldn't even unpack. Your suitcases have been in the same place as you left them days ago when you arrived home.

So many thoughts yet your mind was blank, and your heart hurt.

But why was it hurting so badly? The look in his eyes as you said goodbye. It was as if he was a different person, not the kind Zemo you saw at the shows, not the Zemo who laughed with you as you looked at all the dresses and discussed them at dinner.

It was the cold and old Zemo who walked into your work many days ago.

Today was your day off.

You haven't seen or heard about Zemo or Bucky at all. You figured they were busy after such an amazing show.

You pulled out your phone and smiled as you looked at all the photos you took.

During many days you and Zemo went around Rome, being tourists he guided you through the streets as if he was living there for years.

How did you fail to see the look in his eyes? He took so many photos of you at your request and then you stopped at one.

It was a selfie of you and Zemo. You remember how grumpy he was but you ended up getting a picture where he was in the background.

Then photos of the last show, his show.

You took many photos of him.

And then, as if someone poured cold water all over you.

He was wearing the suit. THE SUIT, with the red gloves.

"You picked this one out." he said when you complimented him. At the time you only laughed it off not believing him.

And you realized your many mistakes.

You were too blind to realize what was happening right in front of you.

You fell in love.

You fell in love with him and you didn't even know it.

Now, the place on your waist where he always had his hand felt hot, burning. You couldn't believe how stupid you were.

How could you ignore his feelings? The way he looked at you, the way he held you and walked with you.

"I wouldn't have anyone else by my side, Love." he said one day and it all came crushing down.

You wanted to yell. Scream.

How could you done this?! Who cares about titles? Who cares about who he was.

All you cared about was him.

The way he looked at you, the way he smelled and the way he cared for you.

You rushed out of your apartment and got a taxi.

Only when you stood in front of the building you realized you had no idea what you were doing. You walked in and the receptionist gave you a look.

She probably had a strong feeling towards the crocks you wore, the sweatpants and the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt.

"How may I help?"

"I'm here to speak with Helmut Zemo? I have an urgent matter." she gave you another look.

"Sure, I'll call security."

"No, please I'm serious, can you at least call him? Or his assistant? Bucky Barnes? They know me, I promise."

She only raise her brow as security started to walk towards you.

"Ma'am, please." one man said and you really didn't want to cause a scene.

"Please, just call Bucky at least, I really-"

"Y/N?" all of you looked at Bucky who just exited the elevator. "What are you doing here?"

"Mr Barnes we are about to get this lady out, I apologize for the scene."

As the bodyguard grabbed your arm Bucky almost growled at the man.

"HEY, let her go. I really don't think your boss would appreciate you touching her and you," he continued pointing at the receptionist. "You throw people out without confirming if we expect them or not?"

"Sir, sorry but I didn't think-"

"Exactly, you didn't think, but you wouldn't know so, I suggest you do your job properly from now."

"Yes, Sir. I apologize."

Bucky got you into the elevator as he looked at you. "What are you doing here?"

"I need to talk with Helmut."

Bucky smirked. "Oh it's just like a romantic movie, the heroine realizes her love for the cold hearted man and rushes to confess to him." Bucky said with a dreamy voice. "But wait! What are you wearing?!"

"I was home! what am I supposed to wear at home?"

"You need to change." he said as he pushed a different button on the elevator. "Hair, make up and dress."

And again, you knew better than to argue with Bucky.

About two hours later, you felt and looked like a completely different woman.

"Much better."

"I don't even want to know how much the clothes cost."

"Then don't ask. He's free now, probably in his office mopping."

"Why would he be cleaning?"

"Not that kind of mopping. He is sad because he let you go. SO ROMANTIC."

"Bucky." you said as you went up the elevator, top floor to finally do what you were ready to do 2 hours ago. "I'm nervous."

"Don't be. You wouldn't even have to say anything just go in, kiss him and boom. Wedding." you wanted to laugh. "Good luck." he said as he stopped in front of a huge door. He knocked before rushing off like a child.

"Come in." you heard his voice inside and you slowly opened the door.

He was sitting in his chair, his back to you. "What do you need Bucky, I told you I don't have the dresses, I don't even have ideas."

"Looks like you lost your muse." you said, your heart hammering in your chest.

"I did but why are you saying that?" did he really not realize that you were not Bucky?

"Why don't you get it back?"

"I told you I-" this time he turned and noticed you. He was, of course, wearing a suit, he look at you as if you were a ghost. "Darlin’? Am I imagining things?"

"No, and I'm sorry for being so blind. I came to tell you that if you want to, I'd like to try... us." you watched as he stood up from his chair.

"Are you serious?"

You nodded as he took steps towards you. He placed his palm against your cheek, leaning down to kiss you.

A kiss to make sure you were real, a kiss to finally mend and melt his heart.

When he pulled back, you smiled at him.

"You look stunning."

"Thank Bucky."

"Of course."

"But I do want my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles shirt back!" he couldn't even comprehend what you just said. He was way too happy to fully process it.

---

That Christmas, you were already living with him.

You had a rather difficult time finding something for him as a gift, but then you came up with the perfect one and with the help of Bucky, you got just the thing.

You couldn't wait for his reaction to see it.

You smiled as you opened all of your gifts, clothes, jewellery, and a trip to Japan. Everything is absolutely amazing.

"Thank you, Babe, now, it's your turn."

"We said nothing serious." he said motioning towards the huge box you had in your hand which you just brought it.

"I know, open it."

Helmut looked at you and then at the box. He opened it, and then immediately looked up at you.

"What-"

You reached into the box and pulled out the small puppy and handed her to him.

"You can name her, she is a nine week old-"

"Dalmatian." he finished your sentence as he took the puppy from you. The puppy immediately started to lick his face. You smiled.

"You like her?"

He looked up at you and nodded.

"I thought I already had the best present be you, but this is amazing. Thank you, Love."

You pulled out your phone and took many many photos of him and the dog.

"What should be her name?" you asked as you watched the puppy sleep while you and Helmut cuddled on the couch.

"Cruella De Vil." you laughed slightly.

"Of course, you'd pick a name like this." you shook your head. "Cruella it is then."

You leaned over to give him a kiss on the lips as he pulled you even closer before another movie started on the TV.

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BREAKING DAWN

Warnings: Fantasy conflicts, self discovery, emotional moments

In a world where fairy tales were more than just stories, you, known only as Y/N, found yourself entangled with Carlos de Vil, the son of the infamous Cruella De Vil. Unlike his mother, Carlos had a heart of gold, and his eyes sparkled with kindness, a stark contrast to the coldness one would expect.

The two of you met at Auradon Prep, where children of both heroes and villains gathered, a place where destinies could be rewritten. Carlos, with his silver-white hair and tech-savvy brilliance, stood out from the crowd, and it wasn't long before you became fast friends.

One evening, as the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the school grounds, Carlos turned to you with a solemn expression. "Y/N," he said, his voice tinged with a seriousness you hadn't heard before, "the sun shall set and my days shall end. That's what my mother always said. She believed I was destined to follow in her footsteps, to become nothing more than a villain in someone else's story."

You took his hand, feeling the tremble in his fingers. "Carlos, look at me," you urged. "You are not your mother. You have the power to choose who you want to be. The sun will set, yes, but it will rise again, and with each new day, you have the chance to be the hero of your own story."

Carlos looked into your eyes, and in them, he saw the unwavering belief you had in him. It was a belief that warmed him more than the setting sun ever could. "With you by my side, I think I can face the dawn," he whispered.

And as the stars began to twinkle in the sky, you and Carlos made a pact. Together, you would face whatever came your way, not as villains or heroes, but as two souls determined to carve out a path of their own, under the watchful eyes of the setting sun and the hopeful gaze of the rising moon.

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The Thief That Stole My Heart - Jasper Badun X GN Reader

Title: The Thief That Stole My Heart

Jasper Badun X GN Reader

Additional Characters: John, Cruella, Wink, and Artie (Mentioned)

Requested by @micheleamidalajedi!!

WC: 2,386

Warnings: Anxiety, nervousness, slight-embarrassment on both parts, Cruella is her own warnings, confession, and fluff

You quickly rushed down the long pebble driveway, your legs burning from all the walking you had to do to get to the Manor in the first place. Your day had started terribly. You woke up late, so you only had a little bit of time to get ready. You forgot your bag, so you had to get back into your apartment to get it. And you couldn't for the life of you get a taxi, so you had to walk all the way from your apartment to Hell Hall. Overall, you were having a terrible day, and you were hoping you wouldn't get fired on your first day.

You met the amazing fashion designer, Cruella de Vil when you had been sketching at a small park. Somehow, by some miracle, the Cruella de Vil was in that very same park and had seen your work. And then, she offered you a job. You'd accepted immediately, and after the initial shock, and after she left, you almost screamed with joy. It was an odd experience, you never thought you would ever meet your fashion idol.

So, here you were, out of breath, at the large double doors of the manor, and you were beyond nervous and hoped that you weren't late. Knocking on the door, you brushed your hair out of your face, and stood up straight. Brushing the nonexistent dust and grime from your outfit, the door opened. A man, whom you thought was possibly the butler or valet, gave you an odd look, probably because you were still slightly out of breath.

"May I help you?" He then asked, and you nodded, giving the man a small sheepish smile.

"I'm Y/N L/N. I was recently hired by Miss de Vil as her designer assistant. I was told to meet her at eleven-thirty at Hell Hall." You explained quickly, before shrugging one shoulder, "Uh, I'm not late, am I?" He looked at you curiously again, but then shook his head slowly.

"No. You are ten minutes early," He said, looking down at his watch briefly before opening the door wider for you to enter. "Miss de Vil will see you now. I'll take you to her office."

"Um, thank you!" You replied, a tiny smile crossing your lips. "Um," You continued, clearing your throat, and entering the giant entranceway, "May I ask your name?"

"John." He answered simply, "Please, follow me."

You nodded, clutching your bag in front of you and following the man around the manor and up the lavish stairs. You couldn't stop staring at the beautiful masterpieces on the wall, and the elegant furniture in the hallways. Stopping at a door, John knocked on it, and your heart began to race when you heard Cruella say 'enter'. John opened the door for you and you gave him another small smile as a thank you before you entered the room.

Cruella sat at her desk, writing or sketching something before she lifted her gaze, her brilliant eyes meeting yours. "Oh! Darling, you made it." She exclaimed, before gesturing for you to take a seat in a chair before her desk.

You walked over, giving her a smile as you sat, "Yes, I'm sorry I'm a bit early." You laughed awkwardly as Cruella waved her black-gloved hand, dismissing your thoughts.

"Oh, never mind that. Better early than late. Now, let's get down to business." She spoke, clasping her hands together on her desk as she gave you a small smirk. "I'd like you to be my personal designer assistant. You'd help me with a few design choices, and run a few errands for me, nothing too strenuous. You may wear what you desire, just as long as it is professional. And you'll be working nine to five. And your break will be at twelve to one just like my other designers." Cruella finished, "Any questions?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.

You shook your head rapidly, feeling your mouth go dry as you fought to form words. "No, ma'am."

Cruella smiled slightly at your reaction, "Please, call me Cruella, darling. Now we can move on to more interesting topics. I know you live rather far from my workshop, so I have a... Proposition for you." You gulped, staying quiet as she continued, "You would start tomorrow, designing and making dresses with the rest of my team. You’ll meet Artie later, an absolute gem. And, I was thinking you could move in here.”

Your jaw dropped, 'Live... Here?" You asked, and Cruella nodded. "What about my apartment?"

"Well," Cruella began, grabbing a few pieces of paper from her desk and handing them to you, "I already have spoken with a close friend of mine, and he will be able to hold a payment down on a house near Buckingham. So, once you are done working for me, you can move into this home."

You looked at the paperwork in your hands, a few of the papers were written documents about your work plan, and the others were blueprints of the home, and the payment finalization. The home, from the pictures, was beautiful. You could imagine yourself living there, and being able to draw and paint all day. You looked up at Cruella, who watched you with a smirk on her red painted lips, "I don't want to intrude on anyone. And this is beyond kind but-" You said quietly, glancing around the room once again.

"My dear," She began, giving you a look, "This isn't some charity project. Instead of running back and forth from your apartment, you can stay here. I have the space. And, lastly, the home… Think of it as a gift.”

You felt like a fish out of water, as you looked up from the paperwork to Cruella, "That doesn’t really make any sense… But… Are... Are you sure?"

“Of course, darling!" Cruella exclaimed, "I don’t want you to have extra work."

You nodded slowly, looking to the side to think. It would be easier to live in the manor. Not having to walk back and forth, to and from everywhere you had to go. Plus, you would get to live in a Manor, that’s something not everyone has the chance to do. Looking back to Cruella, you smiled and nodded. “Alright.”

“Marvelous.” She clapped her hands together, standing up from her seat, she walked around her desk as you stood up. “Shall we find you a room?” She asked and you nodded.

Maybe, just maybe... You'd like it there...

~~~

Oh, who were you kidding? You loved it.

For the past couple of weeks, you drove with Cruella every weekday to work, running around London to bring her things she needed, giving her your opinion and input on certain designs she may have problems with. It was exciting, and you enjoyed helping her immensely. It was also very relaxing since Cruella didn't yell, or put you down, like your prior employers. Instead, she listened. Listened to you talk about your drawings and sketches, and cared about your opinions. Cruella even allowed you to design one of the outfits in her Summer Collection.

Sitting at your desk in your own small but special office, you sketched in your sketchbook. Humming to a song that was playing on the radio beside you, gently brushing your pencil across the page. Unconsciously sketching the man that you had your mind on. Your pencil softly shaded in his curly hair, before sketching the finishing touches of his eyes. At a soft knock at the door, your heart skipped a beat and you instantly smiled, looking up to see Jasper at your door, holding a brown paper bag. Jasper quietly entered, a small smile on his face.

"Hello, Y/N.” He greeted you softly. You smiled brightly at him, and Jasper seemed to feel his smile grow slightly. Smiling back at you, Jasper closed the door behind him as he walked over to sit opposite you, placing the brown paper bag on the table in front of him. He glanced at your sketch of him, his stomach filling up with butterflies. "I see you missed me."

"Hi, Jasper," You sighed, before you quickly glanced at your drawing, shutting your sketchbook, "What's for lunch today?" You asked as Jasper opened the bag to reveal two sandwiches.

Jasper sat the brown bag on the ground. "Sandwiches, for both of us." He replied and you nodded, sitting up in your chair, "I hope that's alright?" Jasper asked carefully, watching you curiously as he ate his sandwich.

You shrugged, "It doesn't matter to me." You said before taking a bite out of your sandwich. "It's delicious, though." You added, closing your eyes and humming contently as you chewed. Jasper watched you for a moment before continuing to eat his own meal. For the past couple of weeks, after you met Jasper, he'd come by to bring you and Cruella lunch. And most times he'd come by with tea or coffee. But, after a few weeks of that, Jasper would end up staying with you during lunch, eating his lunch with you. It was starting to become a routine. A wonderful routine you hoped would never end.

As you ate with Jasper in sweet silence, you thought back to when you first met him...

~~~

As you walked down the stairs, Cruella had said John would take you home for the night, where you then could pack your belongings, and John would help with the rest. Waiting for John to return with your coat, you clasped your hands together as you rocked back and forth on the heels of your shoes. Looking around the very spacious room, when your attention landed on the scurrying Chihuahua, Wink. Waddling up to you, you bent down, and gently scooped up the dog, holding the small pup in your arms. As you softly pet the dog, you heard footsteps and glanced up, seeing a tall man awkwardly standing in the entryway.

You tilted your head slightly, finding the man in front of you rather handsome. Him, being tall, lean, with slight stubble. But most importantly... His piercing brown eyes... They were almost hypnotizing.

“Hi…” He spoke up for the first time, rubbing the nape of his neck.

“Hello…” You greeted softly, continuing to pet Wink. You had seen him around the manor for the past three days, but never had the time to say hello.

“So, I just wanted to introduce myself properly…" He spoke, stepping forward a bit. “My name is Jasper, it’s nice to meet you.” He spoke with a smile and you giggled.

“Well, my name is Y/N, it’s nice to meet you too.” You spoke, passing Wink to one side and reaching your hand out and the man took it with a soft shake.

Cruella then walked in with John, who was holding your coat, and greeted the two in the entryway. John handed you your coat after you gently placed Wink down.

"All ready to go ma’am?” John asked and you nodded.

Turning back to Jasper, you smiled. “It was nice talking to you, Jasper.”

With a shy smile, Jasper nodded and walked backward, continuing the eye contact. “Uh yeah. It was nice talking to you too-.” He spoke, bumping into the wall behind him. Biting your bottom lip, you tried to hide your smile, as Jasper pointed behind him to the door, Jasper sputtered his words nervously. “Um, yeah. I’m just… I’m just gonna go.” He spoke before scurrying out the door into another room, Wink following close behind.

Gazing at the doorway where he had left, you quickly realized that John and Cruella were still there and were waiting for you. Turning around, you blushed heavily, brushing your hair away from your face, glancing from Cruella and to the ground. “Um, sorry. Shall we?”

Cruella smirked and nodded as John grabbed his hat.

The both of you then put on your coats and headed out the door. Hopping into the car, you looked down at your hands, nervously tangled together, again. Her mind was racing with embarrassment, and worry. Cruella watched you with a knowing gleam in her eyes, smirking.

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Jasper watched you, curious about what you were thinking about. Your eyes were on your sketch, a small smile on your face. Jasper sighed, leaning his hand on his chin, gazing at you. "What are you thinking about?"

You looked up, blinking momentarily, realizing he was speaking to you. "Oh, um, nothing really." You responded softly, "Just when I met you." You smirked lightly as Jasper's eyes widened and he cleared his throat, turning his gaze away from you.

"Really?" He asked, trying to sound surprised. The way that you looked at him, made his stomach twist with excitement and nervousness.

You nodded, smiling brightly, "Yeah, I guess I just can't believe it's real, you know?" You asked, looking up at him. Your eyes were bright and happy, as you gazed at him.

Jasper felt his cheeks flush as he spoke, "Real, love?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Yeah." You answered softly, "And not just in my dreams... But right here and now..." You sighed, fiddling with the plastic wrapper of your now-eaten sandwich, "I am just so happy that I met you, Jas." You muttered as Jasper's blush deepened as he stared at you. Feeling himself get lost in your eyes once more, he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

"Y/N/N," He started, "I'm glad I met you too." A small smile crossed his lips, as he held the back of his neck, watching you. "I'm really glad." He whispered and you smiled, nodding your head. He chuckled softly. "Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" He asked, shifting slightly.

You hummed, tapping your fingers against your thigh. "No, why?"

He grinned and shifted again. "Well... I was hoping that maybe you and I could go to dinner. You know, when I watched you walk in the room for the first time, my heart went boom." Jasper admitted, glancing towards the window, avoiding meeting your gaze.

"Dinner?" You repeated, raising an eyebrow at Jasper. Jasper looked down, feeling slightly awkward, and slightly scared. "Like... Like a date?" You teased, nudging Jasper's hand playfully with yours.

"If you want it to." He murmured and you laughed softly, nodding your head.

"I would love to."

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fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 · 6 months

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Jeffrey x Male Reader Headcannons

I am finally getting around to posting this, and I apologize for it taking me so long! Between working all summer every day to my university classes, I am a very busy person, but being able to take a breather and write these headcannons may help me!

Description: Some general headcannons for Jeffrey and a male reader, mostly how they get to the dating phase and what happens once they start dating

Warnings: Slight causing, otherwise just cuteness overload

I think that Jeffrey’s expression above embodies how a lot of the instances are going to go when he sees the reader for the first time

He is nervous and startled by how handsome the reader is, bamboozled if you will

There are two places where the reader and Jeffrey likely met, either at work for the Baroness or in one of her many shops

If it was in the shop, the day would start like any other for Jeffrey. The Baroness had sent him on a daily check to one of her busiest stores, and Jeffrey took pride in making sure that everyone was in line

He would be talking to the front desk worker about orders and how business had been holding up, eagerly scribbling notes to take back to the Baroness

But then the reader walked in, wearing the most dashing suit imaginable, and Jeffrey would drop his pen from how flustered he was

As the reader wandered around the shop, admiring the latest tie design or a new suit jacket, Jeffrey would quickly finish up his work before scattering to the back room of the store to catch his breath

There is definitely a small part of Jeffrey that wants to be confident, but after being made fun of by the crushed he had before, the fear of messing up always stopped him

Then again, the more Jeffrey saw the reader as he nervously peaked out the window at the top of the back room door, it’s almost as if his feet carried him off on his own

Before he knew it, Jeffrey stood before this gorgeous man, but he was sweating so much and his face surely looked darker than a tomato by now

“E-Excuse me, sir, but would you like some help finding anything?” Jeffrey would stutter, mentally slapping himself for being so timid

The reader would smile as he turned towards Jeffrey, obviously a bit more confident than him. “Now that you mention it, which tie looks better? The emerald or the periwinkle?”

Oh how Jeffrey adored the smile from the get go

Fashion was Jeffrey’s wheel house, and he knew that too, so in a moment of bravery he spoke up. “Actually, neither would look good.”

The reader may be a bit startled by this, and yet there was something about Jeffrey’s tone that made him wonder. “Oh yeah? What would you suggest then?”

Jeffrey would reach for a gold tie and drape it around the reader’s neck. “This gold tie looks good with most suit jacket colors, but especially blue and brown suits. However, the key here is that this tie will bring out the color of your eyes and match your confidence. It would only make sense to buy this one instead of the others.”

Jeffrey really hoped he didn’t sound like a know it all, but how else would he even begin to impress a guy as handsome as this?

“Oh, why didn’t I think of that!” The reader would explain as he ran a had through his hair with a lopsided grin. “What’s your name? I really should thank the man whose helping me in an area that I honestly struggle in.”

“It’s Jeffrey, sir, and it’s really no trouble at all. Working for the Baroness has its perks when it comes to fashion.”

The reader would beam as he offered a hand for Jeffrey to shake. “I’m Y/N, and I think I may just have to call you the next time I need clothing advice.”

From there, the reader would stop by the shop every time that Jeffrey would be there, and they would talk about fashion and their own lives as the romance between them slowly builds

As for meeting at work, it is a bit more straightforward

The reader was a new designer for the Baroness, a man of great renowned when it came to designing men’s dress shirts and slacks

No matter the color combination, Y/N knew how to make an outfit work

Jeffrey, being an aspiring designer himself, could not resist Y/N’s confident charm

One day as Jeffrey walked by Y/N’s desk, he noticed that he was struggling with a latest design

“The gold lining on the pant cuffs has always worked for me before, so why the hell isn’t it working now?” Y/N mumbled to himself as he gripped his pen with frustration

Jeffrey stopped in his tracks and hesitantly walked over towards Y/N. “P-Pardon my intrusion, Mr. L/N, but have you considered putting the gold lining on the cuffs of the sleeves instead of the pants?”

Jeffrey expected Y/N to yell at him for being so stupid, maybe even have him fired, but as Y/N reworked his sketches, a grin spread across his face

“Oh my goodness, this is brilliant! Why didn’t I think of this before? What’s your name again?”

“Jeffrey, and I d-don’t want you to think that I thought your first design was awful. Y-You don’t have to take my suggestion.”

But Y/N wanted to use Jeffrey’s idea, and from there, Jeffrey offered Y/an advice whenever he needed it

The more these two designers interacted, the more in love they fell with each other

For both scenarios, the reader would likely ask Jeffrey out because he is so shy, but of course he would say yes to the reader (amidst a blushing fit of course)

And what better way to seal their love than with a kiss, which would be difficult at first from how stiff and awkward Jeffrey is, but the Y/N always put Jeffrey at ease eventually

If the Baroness found out Y/N and Jeffrey were dating, she would probably be surprised that the man who was making her so much money would date someone like Jeffrey

Then again, she probably wouldn’t think on it too much either

“Jeffrey, did you say you had a date with Y/N? My top suit designer?”

“Y-Yes, Ms. Baroness, it’s our 6 month anniversary today.”

“Oh, how quaint,” and then the Baroness would zoom across the room to yell at one of the workers for trying to put silk on a new dress

Needless to say, the beginning may be awkward, but Jeffrey is a strong and willing lover who would give the world to make the reader happy, and as long as he can hold the man of his dreams in his arms, then Jeffrey is content

Tags: @specswhannell

#Jeffrey Cruella #Jeffrey 2021 #cruella 2021 #cruella movie #Jeffrey x reader Cruella #jeffrey Cruella headcannons #jeffrey x reader headcannons #cruella de vil #the baroness #I am so sorry that this took so long #university classes have been awful #but it is finally done now #and I hope that you enjoy!

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five-miles-over · 1 year

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i was wondering if you could do a phoenix! joker x reader who i kinda like cruella and is intrigued by the joker, and they both meet when she’s getting chased by cops or something

Sure, thanks for the request. I'd be happy to write some headcanons for that :)

"You've got quite a sense of style." You leaned against a beat-up convertible, smirking at the slender man wearing a red and yellow suit. Strands of parrot green hair framed his face, which was painted meticulously with greasepaint, typical for a clown.

He turned around and cocked his gun, which made you cackle. "What're you doing here, doll? Trying to make fun of me?"

"Come on," you smirked, using your fingers to smooth the edge of your edgy couture outfit. "If I were making fun of you, wouldn't you know it already?"

The man chuckled darkly, and aimed the gun at you. "I'm just the Joker."

It didn't faze you one bit Instead, you twirled a lock of hair around your finger and gave him your best doe eyes

"Oh, just dealing with the usual pigs around here." You bit your lip, grinning. You reached for the velvet purse hanging off your arm, feeling it to make sure you still had the priceless necklace that you knew belonged in your hands only.

It was the least you could do to the wealthy fucker who pretended like they didn't steal that precious necklace from your mother, to whom it belonged to many years ago. Too bad the police thought it was some fancy-schmancy term called "larceny"

"You look like you're carrying something precious." The Joker's eyes wandered towards your purse as he fired an empty shot over his shoulder.

"I'm just taking what's mine." You shrugged, biting your lip as you began to hear police sirens, coming for you, no doubt.

The man in the red suit and clown makeup snickered before doing a little dance in the middle of the sidewalk. "That's my ride."

"And I've gotta dash. Take my spot, will you?" You blew the man a little kiss. "Au revoir, Joker." And with those words, you sprinted into one of the alleys of Gotham, already planning your next grand, stylish act of mischief.

#cruella 2021 #joker arthur fleck #joker 2019 #joaquin phoenix joker #joker x reader #cruella #joaquin phoenix joker x reader #joker x you #joker movie

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spookie-bitch · 10 months

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🖤Material List🖤

Fluff:❤️

Angst:🗡️

Comfort:❤️‍🩹

Violent:🩸

Jenna Ortega:

Plot twist 🗡️❤️

Plot twist p2 🗡️❤️

Tara Carpenter:

I Saw That In A Scary Movie 🩸🗡️❤️

Wednesday Addams: Mischeif

Lorraine Day:

Tagalong ❤️

Cruella: None yet

Harley Quinn: None yet

Ellie Williams: None yet

@wol-fica @rollingsins @somekindofpoet @slvt4lanadelrey@bingwriterxo @makncheese12 @mar-romanova @jennasslut @omega-horus @melrodrigo @gggafie

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redcoralpot · 6 months

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Eleganti - Poly!Stuilly x FTM!Reader

If you saw this before it was reposted, no you didn't.

Warnings: Implied internalized homophobia.

Summary: The heat has managed to affect all of you, and the only solution? A date at Stu's house with a dash of nail polish. You're sure they were both thrilled.

The summer heat truly had gotten to the three of you, with not even a cool breeze to give you relief. Rich boy Stu Macher’s parents were away for the weekend, again, which left his house the ideal place to take shelter in. If you had to be honest, you did not mind the temperature– kind of. The bottles of nail polish in your bag clinked together as you walked up the stairs; you knew Billy would be able to sit still long enough for it to dry. Stu, on the other hand, you weren’t so sure of. Not without heat and plenty of air flow.

Speaking of the devil, Billy glanced up from his book as you creaked the door open, leisurely spread on Stu’s bed. He raised an eyebrow at your appearance, before going back to reading, shifting a little to the side so you had more room to sit down. A smug grin slowly spread over your lips as you set your backpack down on the bed and unzipped it, making a show of the little, colorful bottles you displayed inside. You scooched beside it, and after setting down a towel in front of you, cracked open the first container.

Seeming to catch the smell, Billy spoke up, “Nail polish?”

“Yeah, want some?” He watched as you meticulously picked the colors you wanted, his mouth pursing.

“Not right now.”

You shrugged, applying a lavender base to your fingernails, “Suit yourself!”

Your hand flinched as the door was shoved open, smearing the liquid down your skin, only to be greeted by the eccentric figure of Stu. Upon seeing the predicament he caused, he bounced his shoulders and held up his hands beside his head, with an exaggerated frown.

“Uh… whoops!”

He sauntered over, pressing his face into your shoulder. In response, you slapped the towel onto his face after wiping the spilled polish on the material. Stu grumbled something; it was ineligible.

It eventually slid off on its own, with a little help from the teen shaking his head, “Suffocate me, why don’t you?”

Chuckling, you said, “You were the one who made me mess up, tough guy.”

“I totally meant for that to happen.” He slipped his arm over you, hanging like a sloth.

“If you meant it, then you have to be my test subject!”

Stu made a noise, contemplating. You wouldn’t force him to wear it, of course, but it was funny threatening something so harmless anyway. After just a few seconds, you felt the weight on your back release; Stu had moved in favor of shoving your bag into Billy to make space for himself. Then, the noodle of a guy flopped across from you, sitting criss-crossed with the most shit eating grin you have ever seen. Billy scowled at the rough treatment, but the expression was covered by the other’s knee.

He leaned forward, “Gimme orange.”

“Good choice!”

To prevent smearing, you blew on your covered nails as best you could, before bright orange coated the tiny brush in your hand. Stu seemed giddy as you took his hand, peering down, applying the cool liquid with precision. It was such a contrast to what his hand felt like; rough and as warm as a furnace. In the corner of your eye, you could see Billy’s eyes watching over Stu’s jeans, his book long forgotten. Finally, you finished, and allowed the fidgety boy to hold up his palms. His eyes were wide as he admired your handiwork, flexing his fingers with pride.

Stu tapped the top of Billy’s head with his elbow, “Hey, dude, want some of this?”

“Hm.”

“C’mon—”

“Black.”

You snickered, “I knew you’d crack.”

Billy rolled his eyes and leaned on Stu, holding out a hand. He shivered when you made a slight mistake, and gave you an unimpressed look as you fixed it with the edge of your towel. You could only complete one hand before he stopped you.

“Look who’s gonna be Cruella this Halloween!” Stu sneered, poking the other’s nose.

“Hey, hey, it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” You shut the bottle, carefully sealing them all back in your bag, “Fuddy duddy William could be making a new trend.”

“Never call me that again. Is this enough for you two?”

Stu cocked his head, “Lemme think… nope.”

You stretched your body out, setting your belongings on the ground. Opening Stu’s own closet, you ran your fingers over the variety of shirts and robes the guy had. In the very back, there was a band shirt, obviously too small for Stu; he grew out of it by the time he was sixteen. You held it out, studying it, before shrugging and taking it off the hanger. Your shirt flew over your head and smacked Stu in the face, but the air soothed the sweat that was gathering under your double sport bras, at least for a moment. Then, the newer shirt covered everything back up, and the dark material banned anyone from clocking the extra layers underneath.

“Why don’t we go out for ice cream?” you suggested.

Stu pumped his fist, even though your shirt was still clinging to his body. Billy shook his head, a little smile playing on his lips when Stu ran out the door, presumably to get his car keys. You, on the other hand, hesitated when you saw a shadow underneath the shirt, where your chest lay. The only other boy left in the room must have caught on, because you felt a passing hand on your shoulder and a whisper in your ear.

“You look fine, it’s normal.”

He met your gaze. However, someone was getting impatient, as a muffled shout rang through the closed window, “Coming? I’m totally getting pistachio this time, and you gotta be here to see me try it!”

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slashingdisneypasta · 11 months

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Imagine that you're struggling to open a jar (A bad jar =_=) and your F/O finds you like this- jaw set tight, wiping your hand on your thigh to make it less slippery, using your sleeve or a rag to try and twist that lid off, maybe cursing, whatever.

Do they step in, offer to take the jar from you and try themselves? Do they get it off immediately or do they also realise how evil this jar is?

Do they stay in the doorway and watch you? Maybe make fun of you?

Are they smug? Are they excited to help you? Do they legit think you are the cutest? Do they think you're pathetic?

What do they say?

#👠 if i asked cruella to help me she would roll her eyes at me and say to just get alonzo to do it.#👠 she's too busy for my silly struggles XDD #💚greasy would walk on in. take the jar from me lile oh its okay amore i got this for you #💚... and fail.#💚he runs it under hot water and bangs it on the bench #💙wheezy uses a rag and doesnt make a big deal out of it ^^#🐊jims like 'i'll help ya out there if you gimmie a kiss' which is FINE by me-#🩸Otis stands back and laughs at me. he might help eventually if i start to annoy him #F/O x Reader #F/O Imagine #F/O Imagines #F/O

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pandorascripts · 10 months

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MASTERLIST (updated)

send is requests! also, im doing a special thing where I write fics based on T.S songs so make sure to request one based on her music if u can :) bye bye!

Kara Danvers

Lena Luthor

Alex Danvers

Harley Quinn

scars (🥀,💕)

maddening love (🥀,💕, 🖤)

Pamela Isley

absent (🥀,💕)

MARVEL

Natasha Romanoff

Wanda Maximoff

Agatha Harkness

Carol Danvers

Maria Hill

Yelena Belova

WEDNESDAY

Wednesday Addams

Sweaty Kisses (💕)

unknowingly yours (🥀,🖤)

Murderous Love (🥀,🖤) ON HOLD

My Heart Is Yours (💕,🖤)

fugly slut (💕)

carrie moment (💕)

ruins (🖤)

hot rage and cold tears (🥀,💕)

241 (🥀) 241 II is (🥀,💕) and III is (💕)

coney island (🥀)

I Bet You Think About Me (🥀)

Secret Love Notes (💕)

I've Missed You (🥀,💕)

LEGACIES

Hope Mikaelson

Lizzie Saltzman

MISCELLANEOUS

Katniss Everdeen (The Hunger Games)

Morgana Pendragon (BBC’s Merlin)

Tahani Al Jamir (The Good Place)

Cruella De Vil (Cruella)

Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

Beth Harmon (the Queen's Gambit)

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churipu · 4 months

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HAIIII IPIN !!!!!!! can i request gojo, geto, and nanami (separate) having a gf that's really optimistic? just someone who sees the good in everything and anything, and positive at all times! thank SOOOO much !!!!

JJK MEN + OPTIMISTIC GIRLFRIEND

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento x fem! reader

warning. people being mean to u >:(

note. HAIIII ANONN!!! i love this request bcs sometimes i read books, mangas, watch movies, you name 'em and see a certain character having the most positive mindset and i just go must protecc >:( anyways, thank you anon for requesting just after i opened the request box, istg i love all your ideas so much it makes me feel full <;33

GOJO SATORU. absolutely hates the way you try to see the good in people — specifically people who have hurt your feelings in the past. he just wonders what goes on in your mind to just forgive and forget everyone who has wronged you.

you did. but not him.

"baby, that guy called you names when you were in high school!" gojo whines, laying down on the bed, draping an arm over your torso, "why are you still willing to meet him?"

"satoru, he said he was sorry!" you smiled at him, tracing his features softly — the male grumbled but leaned into your touch, "and plus it's not nice to hold grudges, it's been what? how many years?"

a loud whine escapes his throat as he pulled you close, "it doesn't matter how many years it has been, he still hurt your feelings. and nobody does that to my baby," he said, miffed.

you couldn't help but to chuckle, "well, you are coming along, so i have nothing to worry about."

the male grins, "damn right i am coming, he better sleep with one eye open starting from now," gojo threatens.

gojo just cannot wrap his head around your concept of "forgive-and-forget" because you never hold grudges, you forget everything and still talk to people who've wronged you, and you still have the heart to accept them.

as much as people say "forgive and forget", they end up at least holding the tiniest bit of grudge — or even a bigger grudge, right? but you? you don't. you actually forgive and forget.

well — thankfully, not him. he takes his job to protect you seriously, from any kind of harm, including monsters (people who were mean to you) both in the past, present, and possibly the future.

"baby, can you stop hanging out with that one girl? the one who always wears the purple colored eye-shadow?" he asks you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

"hm? why?"

"i don't like the vibe she gives out. it's giving...well...cruella de vil." he murmurs into your neck, nuzzling his nose in content as you went on with your skincare routine.

"satoru," you mumbled, "you can't just judge her by her vibes."

he groans, "but baby, i swear i could just feel it! she's evil," he whispers in your ear.

"satoru."

"okay, fine. just tell me if she does anything to you, i'll give her a piece of my mind (hollow purple)." he mutters out, pouting and upset as you brushed his speculations off.

GETO SUGURU. he loves it and hates it at the same time. geto loves how positive you are against the world — and what more does he need, really? it's you and him against the world at this point, although he feels like he doesn't contribute much to your positive energy (that's what he thinks).

geto thinks of himself as a pretty negative person. and you know. the both of you had a lot of deep talks about everything, including what you both had in mind. and honestly, geto wasn't surprised if he hears you talking about how your life was going smoothly; and his was just a contradiction to what you have.

it's life, people come and go. but geto seemed skeptical of that term, why couldn't people come and stay? he finds it hard to believe that you could be the one leaving him at anytime of the day, and the thought just terrifies the male.

the death of amanai put a hole in his mind that couldn't be closed off, and it fucking scarred him. but you were there for him, you didn't sugar coat words or tell him white lies — you tell him everything, straight to his face, and your choices of words made him feel loved. what else could he ask for?

"'m sorry," he mutters into your shoulder, and his voice comes out a bit muffled.

you brushed his nape gently, "it's alright sugu, you know you don't have to apologize for being sad, right?" you tell him, pressing a kiss onto the side of his head, "it's okay to be a little sad."

sometimes he asks himself if he really deserved you or not. but at the end of the day; you always convince him that he deserved it.

geto hates your optimism sometimes because he watches people trample over you and you brush them off with a smile, it makes him feel angry. he asks himself why you were doing this to yourself? believe me when he tried asking you to try talking back, or putting up a fight.

"angel, you know it makes me kind of sad that you'd let people talk to you that way," he said to you, grazing his finger over your cheek gently.

you shot him a gentle smile, "'ts okay sugu, what good do i get from arguing back to them, really?"

he just pulls you into his embrace, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, saying nothing. god, he just wanted to protect you from the world — why does everyone have to be so fucking mean to you?

"will you be mad if i tell them off for you?" he asks

"depends on your methods, tell me about it."

"threatening them. if it doesn't work, violence." he mutters out briefly.

"sugu, no."

NANAMI KENTO. he doesn't mind it, he finds you endearing, really. a cat getting hurt? he'll accompany you to the vet with it. or a child crying because of a fall? he'll watch you help them without any single thoughts behind.

he just loves how selfless you are. nanami once read a quote, "when given the choice between being right or being kind, choose kind." and every time he sees a selfless act from you — he just kinds of chanted it in his mind, and tell you what, nanami is such a proud boyfriend.

nanami loves how you see the good in everything, a person spilled their food on you? you tell them mistakes happen. a person bumping into you and then blaming you for it? you tell them you're sorry and thought that maybe they just had a really bad day.

but sometimes he couldn't help but to worry over you — someone so positive, bubbly, and optimistic around people who (probably) have disgusting minds. when he's not around to keep an eye on you, he just worries that someone might took advantage of your kindness and throw it out the window.

and he wouldn't be there to stop it from happening.

"ken, i'm going to go out for a hang out. it's fine, i've got my friends with me!" god, the jitters that he gets whenever you mention your friends — he was never really fond of the friends you have now, especially since they were trying hard to earn his attention. he knows they were just using you.

the texts they sent to him behind your back, the shit-talking about you, and everything else. god, he wanted to tell you about it; but he just didn't have the heart to, because he knows it will break your heart.

although nanami told them off quite rudely, defending you — it baffled him to how they still try to hang out with you with no shame after. and he tried telling you about how he doesn't like them, but you tell him it was fine.

"may i come along then?" just the thought of leaving you alone with those people pisses him off to the core, if he can't stop you from being friends with them — he will be with you.

when you agreed, he made it his job to expose them as nicely as he could. and he succeeded, oh the ecstasy he felt when you finally told them you didn't feel like hanging out with them anymore.

(and he ended up showing you the texts).

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lets-break-free-from-our-chains · 9 months

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Ryan Gosling!Ken x Fashion Designer!Barbie!Reader—General HCs

(A/N): I’m obsessed with the Barbie movie. Margot is so stunning as always and she’s one of my favorite actresses. I absolutely adored Ken in the movie. He’s such an icon! Let me know if you guys want more! Sorry if this isn’t the best. This is my first head cannon and I’m using to writing stories and not this format. So beware with me and enjoy!

Ryan Gosling!Ken x Fashion Designer!Barbie!Reader

The ultimate Golden Retriever (Sunshine) x Black Cat (Grumpy) trope

Fashion Designer!Barbie!reader is honestly very similar to Cruella de Vil from the 2021 Film—minus being evil part. More so, your creativity and chaos vibes are on the same level as Cruella’s.

Ken thought he was in love with Stereotypical Barbie until he locked eyes on you.

You were absolutely perfect. Your style was one of a kind and the hottest in-style in Barbieland—everyone wanted to commission outfits from you— and you seemed so elegant and confident.

Non Evil!Cruella de Vil vibes 1,000,000,000%

He literally tripped right in front of you in his haste to make it over to you, but he pulled himself up and gave you a killer golden smile.

You wanted to say you weren’t amused in the slightest, but even you couldn’t help but give a slight smirk at his goofball antics.

You’d never given him much thought beyond the facts that he was super loud, always freakishly happy, acted like a shaken up soda bottle you accidentally opened up.

You thought you might be able to scared him away with your sharp wit, sarcastic and mocking smart remarks. You were sure that your over all jaded and blunt personality would do the trick.

NOPE!

He falls even harder for you. Finding your honestly, transparency, and overall confidence to be so endearing but so unbelievably HOT. Not even Stereotypical Barbie could touch your level.

Imagine his surprise when he finds out you and stereotypical Barbie are very close friends who go way back. TOTAL Pikachu face!

He loves watching you work. You’re so in your element and hyper focused on what your doing. He’s left in awe while watching you tear apart and shred different fabrics. It’s total chaos but he’d never question you. He trusts your masterpiece process almost religiously.

He asks you a zillion and one questions about what you’re doing but lowkey you kind of love it. Someone taking a genuine interest in your art? Everyone else is either too afraid of the consequences of interrupting you or is uninterested in gerenal.

This is one of the many small things that soften your resolve towards him.

He insisted totally begged you to let him help you carry your bolts of fabrics, material for accessories, and supplies as you went from shop to shop. He refused to let you carry anything.

He talks the whole time and doesn’t really think you’re listening, until you ask him a question about whatever it is he’s babbling about at that point in time.

He could feel the tears of joy welling up in his eyes at the notion that you were actually listening. That could only mean one thing—you respected him.

Don’t even get me started on how Ken acts when you ask for his opinion on a decision or if he likes what you’ve made! He LOVES everything you make btw.

This only sets Ken’s love for you in stone.

Totally asks to be your date to the Barbies parties.

If you thought he was nervous asking out Stereotypical Barbie then oh boy! Fingers crossed, eyes squeezed shut, lip biting—the whole nine yards!

High-key wants to cry when you say yes.

Everyone is always so excited to see the new unveiling of your outfits at any and all parties.

Barbies and Kens never really know what to expect but they all know they’ll be guaranteed the best appearance from you.

Ken is totally smug af that he holds your affections and so he completely and unapologetically rubs it in the other Kens’ faces.

The first time you genuinely smile at him, he really thought he might die! Your smile is so stunning, perfect, opulent, gorgeous, goddess like, and—

He could go on forever. The point is, you smiled at him! HIM. You never smile at anyone! You smirk plenty, but never smile.

Even on the rare occasion that you do, it’s very small—almost none existent.

You always thought he was very funny. He never had to try hard seeing as he was just a naturally silly fella, but the first time you couldn’t hold back and you laughed loudly at something he said, he was in absolute awestruck.

What he said wasn’t even that funny, it was the way he said it.

All the Barbies and Kens ship the two of you. The definition of opposites attract.

Stereotypical Barbie is totally the official president of the OTP ship fan club for you two.

1000% you look at Ken like this 🥺🥹 and you look at everyone else like this 😒🖕 pretty much!

The patience and softness you exercise with Ken makes others feel like they’ve fallen through the looking glass.

You go from being a ferocious she-lion like this to a total mushy docile kitten with him Like this

Seriously, it so easy for you to snap on someone’s case and put them in their places, but with Ken you have a seemingly bottomless pool of patience.

Legit tho. This was you and him at the beginning of your budding relationship in general…you were over it at first. You really weren’t tho

Someone or something please help the person that hurts Ken—accident or not—whether it be emotionally, physically, or mentally. It’s gonna be a dark day in Barbieland.

It warms Ken all over to have a girlfriend who cares about him and his wellbeing so much. He feels so important, loved, and cherished.

And that’s all baby boy really wants!!!

He loves holding hands and linking arms together.

He’d say it’s his favorite but let’s face it, cuddles are his kryptonite.

Your embrace is so warm and soothing, and surprisingly to him, you secretly adore cuddling.

Though you did tell him if he ever told anyone else that tidbit of information you would never cuddle him again!

Honey…He sticks to those words like the gospel!

He cannot and will not lose cuddling privileges💯

Now listen. If Ken’s going to date you then his outfits got to be on point, and you make sure of it. You know what he loves outfit-wise and set to work for making him a one of a kind wardrobe.

He actually does cry when he sees the final product of all your hard work for him.

You hate seeing him cry in anyway, it hurts you to see him cry, but at least these are tears of happiness.

You suppose you can live with happy tears…

You guys become the IT couple in Barbieland. You’re the highest standard for couple goals.

Speaking of boyfriend/girlfriend goals.

He has so many adorable nicknames for you but he will never grow tired of hearing you call him by the term of endearment you chose for him.

You call him Baby Darling…

He. Is. OBSESSED!!!

He just about melts into a puddle whenever you call him Baby Darling.

He’s never heard any other Barbie call their Ken that and it makes him feel so special.

Who else loves and ships Ryan Gosling!Ken x Fashion Designer!Barbie!reader?

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