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eunoiaflow3r · 4 years

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Agree to No Promises

A/N: I absolutely loved writing this, thank you for requesting!

Warnings: mistakes, angst, fluff, mentions of kidnapping (nothing gory), and language. fem!reader.

Word Count: 4.5k

Requests:

i have a spence request!! you know that one scene where he says “this is calm, and it’s doctor”. i want a whole fic of that kind of aggressive spence in which he defends the readers honour to the rest of the BAU people, maybe she makes a call that’s risky for her own safety and the others are calling her out on it and spence gets defensive and morgan is like “calm down kid” or it can be whoever and THEN HE SAYS THAT LINE I WOULD DIE ❤️❤️

actually, some enemies to lovers with spencer would be great if they work at the bau together and for years they don’t get along and bicker and the reader knows she’s in love with spencer but doesn’t have a chance and he finds out while they’re arguing

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You wanted to punch Spencer in the face. You wanted to shut him up, and you felt in that moment - punching him would be the perfect way to do so. But no. Your brain was not listening to what you wanted, and instead what your heart wanted, but you could not afford that right now.

When you think of Spencer Reid, you think tall, skinny, uncoordinated, annoying, rude and cocky. You can’t stand the way he looks at you, or the way his hair falls over his eyes, and even the fact that a grown-ass man never wears matching socks. You also don’t like the fact that he always seems to be right, even when you wish he wasn’t.

According to Spencer, you were no walk in the park either. He hates that you’re so dramatic, and that you’re so hell-bent on proving yourself right. He hates that you never listen to anything he tells you, and how you act like nothing can ever get to you no matter what it is.

When Spencer thinks of you, he thinks she’s self-righteous, and that you have this stupid hero complex that you need to get over.

“L/N.”

“Reid.” You greeted with just as much hostility.

Even on the plane, you both seemed to successfully make eachother mad. The team always noticed the rigidness between you two, and had even asked about the elephant in the room multiple times, but the only thing you two had seemed to come up with to explain your behavior - which you both had ironically subconsciously agreed on, was that, “It’s not my fault he/she is impossible.”

On countless random occasions, the team had tried to help fix whatever bad blood was spilled between you, but you two never caved in and instead insisted on the fact that, “nothing could be done,” to fix the unyielding tension if the other wasn’t going to change.

After they went over the ins and outs and asked the necessary questions of the case like usual, Hotch began to put the team into pairs to send them on their individual assignments.

“Prentiss, Morgan, I need you to go to the morgue and see if there’s anything significant other than the ligature marks.”

They nodded.

“JJ, Rossi, I need you to go visit the victim’s families and see if there’s anything you can find that ties these murders together. Like we said, probably not, but it doesn’t hurt to look.”

“Of course.” JJ answers.

“Y/N, and Reid I need you two to go to the most recent scene and tell us what you find there. I’ll meet you there after I check in with the locals.”

Both you and Spencer looked absolutely offended, and you both collectively tried to come up with any reason in the books so that you would not be paired together.

“But surely-” you tried to reason.

“No.” Hotch interrupted.

“But I should -” Reid began to bargain.

Hotch interrupted once again with a cold stare, and an even colder if not snarky, “No.”

Yours and Spencer’s eyes met for a brief moment before you both decided to give up defeatedly, and roll your eyes at one another.

The team had noticed the interaction between the two of you once more and they couldn’t decide if they wanted to laugh at your childish actions, or if they wanted to shake their heads in annoyance and say something about your behavior.

They chose the latter and ignored the both of you.

Once you had landed, and before the team all went their separate ways, Hotch told both you and Spencer to behave.

“No promises.” you replied opening the driver door to the black SUV that awaited the both of you to ride in.

Hotch gave you a harsh glare.

“I’m joking Hotch.” you smile. “It’s a joke.”

Nodding, he walks away and gets into a car of his own with the local police department. Spencer gets in the passenger seat and immediately if not frantically, puts on his seatbelt.

You chose to ignore his actions, turned on the ignition, and drove out of the parking lot.

“Uhm, are you sure you should be driving?” Spencer asks eyebrows furrowed.

“Excuse me?”

“I mean since -”

“You misogynistic prick!” you practically shout, now pissed.

“You’re wrist.” Spencer nods towards your hand. “You were complaining earlier about how it was cramped and all.”

“What do you care?”

“Well, ya’know. I wouldn’t want it going out, and I don’t know, kill the both of us because you weren’t careful.”

“You’re a jerk Spencer Reid.” you shake your head not taking your eyes off the road. “You ever shut up?”

“I could ask the same Y/N L/N.”

Your relationship with Spencer has been this way since the day you arrived.

“Everyone, meet agent L/N.” Hotch introduces you. “Y/N, meet Penelope Garcia, Jennifer Jareau, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, and Spencer Reid.”

You waved at everyone and said a quick “hello,” before sitting in the empty seat right across from Spencer Reid.

Unbeknownst to you, Spencer had done a little back up check on you before you had even arrived. Your record was crystal clear, you had done nothing wrong, your parents were alive and well, and it seemed as though you had been through nothing traumatic and this shocked Spencer.

No one’s record was this clear, which meant you were hiding something. Because of this, he could not trust you.

Instead of asking you himself, he decided to just ignore you and act rude until he got the answers he wanted. Perhaps this was you’d feel the need to tell the truth - whatever that was.

“I’m sorry, did I do something to offend you?” You had asked once.

You had barely been at the Bureau a day and already you had seemingly made an enemy, which sucked because from what you’ve heard Spencer was the sweetest one there, and by the looks of it, definitely the cutest.

“No, you did nothing.”

“Okay.”

You don’t remember what he was talking about, but Spencer was ranting and that was one of your favorite things about him - just the way he could talk on and on and on about anything.

His voice itself made you want to swoon, but everytime he spoke to you, he always seemed disinterested, and you hated that

You got on Spencer’s last nerve. How did you seem so perfect? You were beautiful inside and out, and he didn’t understand it. There were days where he literally just wanted to talk to you to hear your voice, and he wanted to just ramble on and on and on to you about everything, but everytime he stopped himself.

He reminded himself that you were suspicious, and besides - with your beauty, who knew how many men you’ve been with.

He didn’t feel like getting his heart broken anytime soon.

You gave him a couple of weeks - a month and a half - to warm up to you, and still nothing.

His attitude had got nothing but worse towards you, which was confusing because when you saw him interact with anyone else, he was an absolute sweetheart.

“Why do you treat me this way?”

He ignored you.

“Fine.” You had grown impatient. “Don’t say I never tried Spencer.”

And you walked away.

You were no longer going to take the way he gave you the cold shoulder and the way he talked to you, so from that day forward you had done to him the same way he had done to you.

You gave him the cold shoulder, and acted annoyed whenever he spoke to you.

This had become routine for the both of you. So much of a routine, that you both had forgotten why you hated each other in the first place.

After awhile, all Spencer knew was that he couldn’t get your condescending voice out of his head, and even when he told himself that you weren’t, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen.

Everyday was a struggle to get eachother out of your heads. It seemed as though no one but that small voice in your heads knew you were secretly pining for each other, and that “hatred,” was covering up something much, much bigger, but there’s doubt you’ll be uncovering anything any time soon.

There were nights where you laid in bed just thinking about him, and times you cried yourself to sleep because at some point you realized you were in love with him, but you knew he would never ever feel the same, and that’s what hurt you the most.

“Excellent work guys.” Hotch compliments. “We’ll pick this up in the morning.”

The team had come together, and gathered a significant amount of information about the unsub, but it was late, and everyone needed a good night’s sleep for fresh minds the next day.

Unfortunately, roommates were the team members you were paired with earlier that day, so you were stuck sharing a room with Reid.

You huffed and through your bag on the bed. The last person you wanted to share a room with was Spencer Reid. At least you didn’t have to share a bed.

Putting a fake smile on your face, you turned to him and asked, “So are you taking a shower first or am I?”

“I’ll take mine in the morning.” he answered shortly, seemingly unbothered.

“Okay, fine. Whatever.” you replied, kind of hurt.

A hot shower should do it for you. You brought your bag into the shower, and got ready to relax under the steaming water. You rubbed your hands across your face because honestly - you were stressed. Arguing with Spencer on a daily basis was just…tiring. Sometimes you wished you knew why he hated you so much, but you knew the man wouldn’t ever tell you.

You opened your eyes, and you looked around the shower for your shampoo, but on the wall right above it was a spider.

“Shit!! Oh my God!!” You jumped out of the shower as quickly as you could, wrapped a towel around your body, and just about flew out of the bathroom.

Spencer looked up hurriedly and jumped out of his seat, in fear that you were hurt.

“What the hell? Are you okay?”

“No!” you huffed. “There’s a spider in the shower!”

His face was now a serious Hotch-like face. “Are you serious right now?”

“Yes!”

Spencer walked into the bathroom and checked for the spider. He was now just as confused as ever.

“This is just a wolf spider,” he sighed, bringing it into the room in a cup with a napkin covering it. “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

“What the fuck Spencer, what are you DOING?”

He looked at you, and then the towel around you and his nostrils flared. You were practically naked - as the only thing between the two of you was a flimsy hotel towel. He had to get out of there, so instead of answering you, he left the room and went to go free the arachnid.

Once he was outside, and had freed the spider, he took a few breaths. He was frustrated. Absolutely frustrated, and he wasn’t sure what to do. All he saw now was that towel wrapped around your wet body and he hated the way his stomach clenched everytime he thought about that stupid towel and how easily it could have fallen and how he would have been able to -

No. He must not think this way about you. Not only was it incredibly inappropriate considering you were his coworker, but he had to keep up his, “I can’t stand her,” persona.

When he got back to the room, you were, he assumed, finished showering, and you were sitting on your bed in a pair of shorts and a tight fitted tank top leaving little to nothing of your figure to the imagination.

Of course, he was now incredibly irritated because you were real, and this wasn’t just one of his many dreams starring you where you two were using your mouths for a little something other than argue.

You had watched Spencer go into the bathroom, and you audibly let out a breath. He had said nothing to you, yet the way he looked at you made your heart and lower stomach go into a fucking frenzy.

When he got out, he was dressed in just a regular t-shirt and basketball shorts. You practically swooned. You had never seen him in anything other than his usual work attire, and you regrettably loved this look on him.

You shouldn’t have been thinking this way about him.

He hated you. How could anything ever happen if he was furious with you for every little thing you did?

“You know what I don’t understand?” Spencer asked climbing into his bed and turning the light off on his side.

“What?”

You did the same so now you both were laying in the darkness.

“How do you face serial killers almost every single day, and you’re afraid of spiders?”

“Same way you’re afraid of elevator crashes I suppose.”

“But death by spiders are extremely rare - that spider was harmless.”

“I’m not afraid of getting killed by a spider, they’re just hideous.”

He laughed and said, “Yeah, well I’m sure they find you hideous as well.”

You both went to sleep with giddy smiles on your faces.

The next day went by pretty smoothly, and ever since the night in the hotel, Spencer had seemed a little less hostile towards you. You couldn’t help but wonder why. What changed?

Anyway, just like the day before, you were paired with Spencer, mostly indoors working on the board. Collectively you two had noticed some pretty interesting details, and you both realized you worked well together.

Soon after you gave a profile to the locals, Hotch told you and Spencer to follow a lead to a suspect’s home. You had knocked on the door, and nothing. You checked the front yard, backyard, and nothing.

It wasn’t until you checked inside a kids’ clubhouse, that you had found a secret trap door hidden underneath.

“Reid, call the team.”

He did, and once he was sure they were on their way, he helped you move the playhouse over so that you could open the door.

Once he opened it, all you two heard were sobs and the unsub yelling. You went down even after Spencer told you not to, and you saw the girl tied to a chair with a gun pointed to her head.

When the unsub saw you, a guy named Fred you believe, he changed directions, and held the gun out in front of him straight at your head.

“Fred? Hey. I’m Y/N L/N and I’ve come to help.”

“H-h-h-help? H-h-h-how can can y-you he-he-help?”

On your way over to this house, Garcia called and told you and Spencer that Fred had autism and, because of this he was like a child, he didn’t know what he was doing.

“Well Freddie,” you paused and looked him in his eyes, “May I call you Freddie?”

He nods quickly.

“Well the FBI is out there,” you heard the sirens a moment earlier, “and they’re upset that you took this girl. They might hurt you.”

“But I-I-I-I like h-h-her.”

You heard someone try to come down, and you yelled, “No!” which made all noises stop. “Do not come down here!”

Fred was scared, and confused, and he didn’t know what to do. All you could see was that the girl continued to cry, and he held his gin tighter.

You put up your hands dropping your gun, and this made him trust you a little bit more.

“Do you like me, Freddie?”

He nods enthusiastically.

“So, how about you let this girl go, and take me instead?”

“L-let her go?”

“Yes, Freddie, let her go and you can have me.” You were trying not to shake. “Can I untie her?”

“Yes.” he says and follows your movements with his gun. You walk slowly over to the girl, and untie her quickly. “When you go up there, tell them not to shoot. Tell them that the man is more unstable than we thought, okay?” She nods tears streaming down her face, and runs towards the latter.

Spencer was freaking out. He was pacing, and his heart was racing, and everytime he sat down his legs wouldn’t stop moving, and he didn’t know what to do with himself. He had cried, almost pulled out his hair, crumpled up papers in frustration and had yelled at almost every single one of his team members.

How could he have let this happen to you? He should have gone instead of you. He should have gone with you, he should have stopped you or something.

And on top of this, he always been an absolute prick to you, when deep down he felt the opposite and all he wanted to do was kiss you and tell you how he felt but now you were gone and he didn’t know if he was getting you back, and all he did know was that his heart hurt and all he wanted to do was just see you.

Just see you.

You had woken up tied to a chair in a child’s bedroom.

You tried to untie or loosen the ropes, but it was no use - they were way too tight.

Fred came into the room with a tray of food for you, and he looked at you almost sadly.

“Freddie, you know they’re looking for you, right?

“I-I-I know.”

“So what’s going to happen when they do find you? You’ll kill me?”

He gasped and covered his mouth. “I could never hurt you!”

“But you hurt those other girls, Freddie.”

“Th-th-those g-girls hurt me. You’re r-re-really n-nice to me. I wouldn’t hurt you.”

You tried to smile, but all that came out was tears. You were scared to death and you had no idea what made you make the decisions you made.

“Oh, no Y/N p-please do-don’t cry.”

“Freddie these ropes really hurt, can you take them off?”

“But you’ll leave m-me.”

“Freddie, I won’t leave you, I promise okay?

They had a location. They knew where you were. Spencer couldn’t have been happier.

Soon enough the team had found the house, and quietly came into the house. Morgan saw you first, relieved you were okay, and you silently told him that Fred was upstairs. He nodded and let the officers up there to make the arrest. You ran outside tears running down your face, and as soon as Spencer sees you, he runs up to you hugging you tightly. You wrap your arms around his neck and sob into his shoulder.

“Y/N are you okay? Are you hurt?” He says checking you as he pushes you away from him checking for any scratch or scar or anything.

“No, I’m - I’m alright.”

“Good.” he says, getting serious now. “Then explain to me why you would do something so incredibly stupid? We were all worried about you.”

“You were worried about me?”

He shakes his head and tries not to show how angry he was with you for leaving him. Instead of answering, he walks away.

He walks away because if he stayed, he would have kissed you, and he can’t -

He just can’t.

If he shows you that he cares, you just might hurt him and sometimes it’s easier to just shut you out, than get used to you being around and then leave him. He doesn’t want you to know how much you could hurt him if he let you in.

So he pushes you away.

After everyone greeted you, and asked if you were okay, and the doctors checked you out, you were all on the plane home.

You kind of just distanced yourself from everyone because all the team seemed to do was patronize you.

“That was a huge risk Y/N, did you even think about what you were doing?” Emily asked.

“Honestly, what if it didn’t work L/N? What about the girl?” Morgan said, shaking his head.

“You could have gotten severely injured Y/N, we’re just trying to look out for you.” JJ tried to reassure you.

Everytime you tried to explain yourself, you were bombarded with another stupid question, which caused silent tears to fall down you face. Spencer saw this, and he decided he had had enough with everyone.

“You guys act like you had never made a decision like this in your entire career. At the end of the day, everyone made it out alright, and I’m sure Y/N has learned her lesson, but you guys humiliating her doesn’t help at all. Think about what she’s just been through. Just for a second can you think about how she’s feeling right now?” He sighed. “This is the first time Y/N has dones something like this and you all are giving her the third degree. So just stop.”

“Hey, calm down Reid, It’s not that we -”

“This is calm Morgan, and it’s doctor.”

With that being said Spencer moved to the back of the plane, and sat across from you. You both said nothing, but you silently thanked him.

Once you were back at the BAU, Hotch told him he wanted you to take some time off, and you understood. The team left avoiding both you and Spencer, mostly because of what he said on the plane, and they weren’t sure what to do now.

“Reid, can I talk to you?” He was packing up to go home, you two were the only ones left on this floor.

“Yes?”

“Why did you do that - on the plane I mean. Why would you stick up for me?”

He shrugged, basically ignoring you. Just right where you thought you were getting through to him, he closes himself back up again, and goes back to being mean to you.

“Fine. Whatever. Just please don’t do that again. I don’t need your help.”

You were walking away, when he decided to argue back.

“Oh you don’t? So you'd just would have wanted them to keep patronizing you? Honestly, I don’t see what your problem is Y/N, goodnight.”

And he was walking towards the door. You ran out in front of him blocking him from leaving.

“My problem?” You scoff. “Oh I’ll tell you what my problem is. I don’t need your saving. I don’t need you to come in like a knight on his steed and prove that you’re smarter than me every single time. Because yes, you’re smarter, and yes, you’re a doctor, and yes, I know you dislike me for some reason, but don’t go switching up your attitude if something happens to me. Just leave me alone.

Obviously you don’t know what it feels like to be me, otherwise you would know that the worst pain there is, is being in love with someone who just hates you. So, just stop. Please, just stop.”

And once you said what you needed to, you walked off gathering your things so that you could go home too. You felt like crying, but you couldn’t. Not here. You couldn’t believe you just said what you did.

Despite what he wanted, he stood frozen in place. He was conflicted. He didn’t know what to do. His mind was telling him to do one thing, while his heart told him to do another.

He took quick strides over to your desk, and turned your body gently so that you were facing him, and you were basically trapped between him and your desk behind you.

“I couldn’t save you.” He began. “I was with you, and then I wasn’t and I couldn’t help you. You were doing that stupid heroic shit you tend to do, and I wasn’t there to help you. You were hurting, and it hurt me that I wasn’t there to heal you. And believe me, it keeps me awake at night when I think about the way I treat you, and I’m sorry, I am. I’m sorry if you felt like I hated you, because believe me, I don’t.

There is nothing to hate about you other than the fact that you’re just so goddamn perfect and I know I could never have you, and even if I did, I would give all of me to you, and that scares me. It scares me that I would be so willing to hand my heart over to you, and it scares me that you have all this power over me. It hurts that you have the power to torture me, so yes, I push you away, and I’m sorry I care about you, but I just, I just-”

And this was that moment.

That moment where your head told you to punch him, because God knows you wanted to, but your heart told you to just swallow all of that angst and just give yourself to him.

To tell him with your lips that you felt the same, and just leave all the arguing behind.

But something was -

You didn’t hate him. And he just confessed that he didn’t hate you, and now his face was under your fingertips, and your lips were on his. Tears were falling, you weren’t sure if they were yours or his, but he was kissing you back and his arms wrapped around your waist, and you felt like you were on fire. Your hands were now tangled in his hair, and his hands caressed your sides. He had brought you closer to him, and through this kiss you both felt all the so-called, “hatred,” and, “dislike,” evaporate into thin air.

He pulled away from you, and you wiped away his tears.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, you didn’t deserve what I did to you. None of it. If I could take it all back, I would. I’ll make it up to you, I promise I will.”

“You’re such a boy Spencer Reid.” You say.

“What?” He’s confused.

“Mother’s tell their little girls that when boys are mean to them, that they must like them, and that’s why they’re acting that way.”

“Well that’s not very healthy. That tells those little girls that when a man hits them, or is crude towards them, that that’s perfectly normal and that they should just take it because the man loves them.”

“Well true,” Spencer was still holding you, and you went on “but the point was that you must have really liked me since you were so mean to me.”

“I mean, sure. But I don’t see why a mother would -”

“Hey, agree to disagree, okay?”

A month or so passed, and the team noticed a huge shift. You and Spencer were no longer arguing constantly, well, of course there were disagreements and such, but you two didn’t act like you hated each other.

“Promise me you’ll stop trying to be the hero.” Spencer told you once.

“No promises.”

Because if you weren’t the hero, you wouldn’t have saved the girl, wouldn’t have gotten Fred help, wouldn’t have the arrogant prince turned good, and you wouldn’t have agreed to disagree.

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jostepherjoestar · 3 years

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An Educational Favour: III

NOTsfw // FEM! reader & pronouns

warnings/notes: 18+ content, minors dni, it’s Ghiaccio x reader x Risotto ;), interc0urse, v0yeurism?, degrading, female pejoratives, spanking, overstimulation, stuffed creampuff (if ya get what i mean)

part 1- 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

PART III: ⛸Ghiaccio⛸

Soft light blue fabric bounced on your upper thighs as you sped to Ghiaccio’s room to meet up with Risotto and the blue curled grump. The cute ruffled trim tickling you every once in a while, the babydoll negligee making you feel like the cutest little cake topper. You had indulged an inkling that Ghiaccio would like cute and frilly things despite his usual nature. Curious to find out what today had in store as you entered your third guest’s dimly lit bedroom. The two men broke off their conversation to eye you from the very top of your head to the very tip of your toes. A bit taken aback by their staring you softly smiled while waving your fingers at them, starting to feel shy under their hungry gazes. The red frames resting on Ghiaccio’s nose were quite bad at hiding his cheeks that starting flushing in a similar colour. “Hey guys.” Nervously rubbing the ruffled fabric of the flouncy hem between your fingers, your soft voice snapping the two out of the strange spell you had seemed to put them under.

As far as you could tell the men appeared to appreciate today’s choice of lingerie, patting yourself on the back for the excellent choice. “We were just discussing things, come sit.” Risotto informed as you slid next to Ghiaccio on his bed who seemed to have grown anxious as his shoulders tightened and his jaw locked, a big gulp bobbing his Adam’s apple when you inched closer. Nodding to indicate you were listening, hoping that Ghiaccio would start. “Ghiaccio…?” Your capo inquired, giving his knee a quick tap to bring him back to reality. He had been staring in front of him, catatonic almost, while you’d both patiently awaited his plans. The nervous man besides you snapping his head to meet your eager one, taking in the way your compassionate smile tried to calm him down. The space between you seeming too suffocating for a moment, making him breathe out deeply. The gentle hand being placed on his shoulder almost melting right through him. “I’m fine.” The low growl swatted away your kind gesture. “What are we doing today, Ghiaccio?” You tried your best to remain patient with him, still curious to know what he’d like to indulge in.

Risotto didn’t let much slip about what Ghiaccio had revealed about his kinks or desires. He’d assured you it wasn’t too overwhelming to ease your mind that had conjured up the wildest suggestions. “First I need to know you won’t tell anyone what we’ll do today.” His tone had softened, a few drops of nervous sweat slowly drying up again as he recollected himself. Risotto moved back in his seat to offer the man space, the creaky woven chair noisily squeaking as he leaned back into the pastel coloured cushions, the sight of his darker and goth like aesthetic against the softer hues of Ghiaccio’s interior offering quite the comical contrast.

“I promise. You have my word, Ghiaccio.” Another sympathetic hand squeezing his thigh, offering a small smile, urging him to continue. You kindness moved away the heavy fog that clouded his anxious thoughts, choosing to indulge in your sweetness rather than swatting it away again. “Ok. Risotto told me you’re very comfortable with stuff already. A little too eager maybe…” he trailed off as you shot the dark eyed capo a frown, only making his dimple appear, enjoying teasing you. “Uh-huh, ok.” Turning your attention back to tonight's guest for his follow up. “Well I can get worked up during…you know-” he gestured vaguely, indicating he meant sex. It made you huff out a chuckle at his choice to not say it. His voice grew quieter as he continued. “I want to spank you… call you mean things. If that’s ok. And…” the hesitation so obvious but his tone so kind and demure for once. The idea of being spanked and called names already peaking your interests as you pressed your thighs together in anticipation. “And?” You urged him on. “Risotto can join as well… I mean I’ll do everything but he can hold onto you.” For a moment there it had almost felt like all your dreams came true, a rush of pure lustful energy coursing through you as you perked up, eagerly searching for your capo’s approval. “It’s fine by me.” At this point you were practically hopping up and down next to Ghiaccio who seemed to grow less nervous now, unclenching his jaw and placing his hand over the one you’d rested on his thigh, avoiding your delighted smile and excited noises as he stared off, rosy cheeks growing even darker.

He’d been slightly nervous about the whole ordeal, having heard little about the previous escapades from his teammates other than that you were ever so delicious. Having to be so vulnerable made him all the more anxious, wondering if you’d let him cuddle you afterwards, something he so desperately craved after the roughness. The idea of his capo there as well had brought him peace of mind, just like it did for you. The man always had a knack to offer his stern voice as a guiding beacon to settle Ghiaccio’s frustrations, grounding him back into clarity.

You couldn’t help but admire Ghiaccio as he removed his top, his muscled arms and broad shoulder being revealed to you for the first time. He’d asked you to keep your pretty outfit on and to only take off the matching panties, them quickly being placed on his desk. Risotto had taken a seat at the head of Ghiaccio’s bed, resting topless against the headboard, his torso never having looked more inviting as your hungry eyes traced his well defined abs. Those dark eyes trained on you, hazed over in desire and the idea of having you in his arms while you’re being pleasured. The thought alone making his growing bulge twitch. Ghiaccio had removed his trousers as well now, his silk blue boxers the only thing separating his hardness from the open air.

You gave him a few innocent blinks, awaiting the man to take action, his hunger was clear in his harsh glare that kept moving between your chest and eyes appreciatively. He grabbed onto your shoulders with a strong grip, swiftly placing you between him and Risotto. Those sturdy hands letting go and traveling up to clutch your face tightly as he met your lips with bruising strength. His hold was strong and full of need, his tongue racing to lap around yours as he breathed heavily. No choice but to meet his power, straddling onto his seated hips and letting your hands roam his back, toying with his curls as he nipped at your lips while coming up for air. “God you’re such a gorgeous slut. I want to fuck you into the mattress till you can’t even breathe anymore.” His nasty words tickling your neck as he worked his way down, lightly spanking one of your cheeks behind you with a velvety groan. The slight tap making your core clench around nothing, feeling his hardness grow underneath you. Seeing how the tap didn’t affect you just yet, he opted to provide another one, this time with thrice the power. “Fuck Ghiaccio!” You hissed while grinding your hips into his cock, breathing heavily down his neck. His ferocity was intoxicating, almost animalistic and drenched in longing.

As you clung to his hips he moved you in between your capo’s legs, almost too flustered by the icy haired one’s actions, making it slip your mind Risotto would also be a part of tonight’s activities. If only a little bit. His chest felt so nice against your back, his warmth radiating against you as he swung one arm around your waist, securing you in place. He hummed in appreciation as Ghiaccio fervently worked down your body, rolling a nipple through the thin light blue fabric and kneading and massaging your other breast. “I’m gonna make you come before spanking your ass raw while I pound into you. Such a good cock slut.” His growls only made your core ache in anticipation, thoroughly wet already and awaiting any attention. Letting out soft hisses whenever he pinched you too hard, the stings only preparing you for the spanking in mind.

The way Risotto breathed deeply and the feeling of his clothed hard cock grazing the small of your back, the way Ghiaccio was sliding down to move open your legs, made a loud needy moan escape your plump lips. Begging him to please you, tired of clenching around nothing. “Fill me Ghiaccio please!” You pleading so pathetic it only made the man move faster than he already was. The nerves from before having been completely replaced by carnal desire. “You’re such a needy whore, begging me to fuck you.” His growl grazing your folds as he got down between your legs. You felt the arm around your waist tighten and the hard cock behind you twitch as the wet sounds of Ghiaccio starting to lap at your pussy began. Another deep growl vibrating straight through you this time as he tasted your wetness. “You even taste sweet, like you were made to be used like this.” The brims of his glasses had started to fog as he got down again, suckling on your clit and moving his tongue in alternating motions, the sensation as good as you remembered. More mewls and desperate moans filled the air, another team member who clearly knew how to please you. Every lick and suck sending fiery jolts through your body, your hips bucking up to meet his hot mouth.

After a slight shift, Ghiaccio slid a thick digit inside of your wanton core, the squelching of your juices so lewd as he pressed deeper, grasping walls already moving against it. The welcome entry of another one filling you making your breath hitch, the fingers felt quite chilly inside you while you clenched around him with need. With a swift stroke he moved his wetted fingers out, up and inside your slacked mouth, making you taste your own sweet essence. “You even like the taste of your own pussy. Of course you do, such dirty bitch.” His fingers only slid deeper as you lapped at them, sucking off all you could, slightly choking as he reached your limit. Your spit now mixed on his digits as he slid them out, drool sloppily still connecting them to your lips, working them back between your wet folds. Returning to his previous position to suckle at your throbbing bud of nerves while working his fingers in and out with great power and tempo. Just like he’d warned you, he was getting worked up, cheeks red and forehead sweaty as he aimed to please.

His actions making you babble his name over and over intermingled with “oh fuck”’s, nails digging into Risotto’s arm around your waist. The fast movement of his fingers stimulated your senses as he worked your clit with his able mouth. “Come for me you nasty slut!” You had been close already but his awful words only drove you further, toppling over the edge and letting the waves of pleasure take you over while his movements didn’t even slow. He let you moan and writhe until his jaw hurt and his fingers cramped, the overstimulation burning but not before he coaxed another orgasm out of you. It came on amazingly fast and unexpected, it almost made you scream at how deep it hit you. Ghiaccio had stopped his mouth now, wiping your juices from his chin while panting. His fingers slowing down as the final clenches eased around them. Out of breath and thoroughly fucked out by his fingers you started to release your iron grip on Risotto’s arm, crescent moons denting his tender skin.

“Fuck Ghiaccio…” mind still recollecting itself after the double orgasm he just so kindly delivered. “Now it’s my turn.” Licking his lips while a lecherous smirk ate up your tired expression. A quick nod to his capo and the warmth of his grasp left you, another quick motion later and he’d pulled you back from Risotto before flipping you over. Face down into your capo’s hard cock, still constrained under his trousers. The man behind you dipping the mattress after slipping off his silken shorts, already having left a wet spot of leaking pre-come in them from all the excitement.

You felt him line up at your entrance, his spongy head teasing you as he firmly gripped the base. “You gonna take me like the slut you are?” His voice was never that displeasing to the ears when calm but his usual growls would be forever changed after tonight. No longer making you wish he calmed down, instead wishing they growled how much of a good slut you were. When you only replied with a hum, mind still recovering, he offered a loud smack to your asscheek that was so invitingly staring back at him, both waiting to get painted red by his taps.

“Answer me!” Another harsh slap, this time on the other, the stinging mixing with the lingering pleasure of your orgasms making it hard to mutter anything as your legs trembled. “Yes Ghiaccio! Please…” Unashamed you felt yourself drooling over Risotto’s cock as he held your head gently. His thumb ever so lightly caressing your cheek, finally letting himself touch you after much hesitation. He couldn’t deny it, seeing you like this, barely able to speak from pleasure made him throb. You were doing so good, it only made him want to ravage you more.

Pleased with your answer he slid inside your waiting hole, so incredibly wet that there was no set back as Ghiaccio slid inside. You fit so nicely around him, his length felt less girthy than the others but enough length to reach all the way to the most pleasurable spots inside you. With every slam into you he reached so deep, heavy balls smacking against you with every move. Small moans coming from your cute little mouth as you tiredly basked in satisfaction, your walls clenching around him every so often making him twitch and hiss, followed up by another hard spank on your ass. It had grown so beautifully red as Ghiaccio admired his work while continuing his thrusts.

Risotto’s soft ministrations on your neck and cheek bringing you comfort while ferociously getting slammed into, every move rubbing you further into his groin. A curious hand coming to slide over his clothed cock. In your hazy state you still wished to please your capo, this had been the closest you’ve ever been to him. It felt like a gift to have him under you, so hard and excited. Part of your initial request to have him educate you on the world of desire coming to fruition. With every harsh thrust, you moved over his cock, grabbing onto it through his clothes. An almost unintelligible hiss coming from his softly parted lips, they looked so inviting.

Ghiaccio’s grunting behind you got louder and louder, his thrusts were starting to falter into helpless shakes. The way you clenched around him after hitting deep inside you making him moan. The sound so sweet and needy as you gripped your capo tighter and worked faster, the man behind you was getting awfully close and you still had a job to do. Offering wet sloppy kisses to Risotto’s clothed cock every few strokes to get him closer, his pets on your cheek still continuing as his grip and your head tightened. He was close as well. “I’m gonna come inside your wrecked pussy!” The harshest slaps you’ve received all night being planted on your cheeks as his sloppy speed quickened. His movements had made a deeper wave of pleasure build up in your core, ready to spill over just as he was.

Loud groans filled the air as hot ropes of come filled you up, the feeling of the warm drips making you help fill the room with the most lewd sounds. But your cup was so close to overflowing, still needy for another orgasm and that of your capo. “Keep going Ghiaccio… f-fuck.” You muttered, a wet puddle of drool staining your capo’s pants as you fervently worked his shaft. “You’re such a fucking slut.” The man behind you growled as he kept working in and out of you, his come coating you so nicely as his cock slid easily with his movements. If only you could so how blazed red his face was, trying his best to keep going as the overstimulation made him hold his breath. Finally you felt the rush of heat move over you, legs trembling as you gripped Risotto’s cock, urging him to come for you during your own loud moans. Ghiaccio’s pace faltered completely, the way you squeezed around him pulling the sweetest mewls from him. “Sh-i-it.” His breath hitched as he felt a final rush of pleasure careen through him.

Finally you felt your capo twitch under your hand, working him through his orgasm as you hazily recovered from yours. That deep sigh of relief letting you know he was satisfied, his large finger’s movement had slowed down considerably until they stopped, resting on your flushed face.

Ghiaccio pulled out, too exhausted to even admire the way his come was leaking out of you. Your tired knees sliding down onto the mattress as you regained your breath. Risotto moved you over next to him, Ghiaccio sliding against the far right side of his bed to lay next to you. The bed was tight for three people so you took Ghiaccio into your arms, letting him rest his head into the crook of your neck as you cradled him. The grump too tired to protest and if he’s being honest with himself, it was just what he needed and hoped for. To rest in gentle arms after a job well done. Risotto’s large figure spooning you from the other side while gently caressing your arm as his chin rested on top of your head.

All worked out and sleepy, the three of you lay there, no shame or embarrassment. Blissfully indulging in each other’s intimacy. A lazy hand from your blue haired teammate came over to lightly pet your outer thigh. “Do you want me to ice that?” Remembering how red he’d slapped your behind, hoping he hadn’t been too harsh. “Mhh… later. Let’s rest first.” You yawned, not even bothered by the mess seeping out of you. Too worked out to worry about it now.

As you recollected your thoughts, that goofy worn out smile resting on your lips, you made sure to encapsulate what you’d learned today. Everything about the combo of being degraded, used and spanked turned you on. The contrast of the loving holds on each other offering a comforting conclusion. Feeling a smug satisfaction over having been able to work your capo twirling around your mind as you gently played with the blue curls resting in your neck. “That was fun.” You whispered, hoping your companions were still lucid to hear it.

#i may be in love with ghiaccio #dw they got cleaned up after :)#jjba x reader #la squadra x reader #ghiaccio x reader #risotto x reader #la squadra fic #risotto nero #ghiaccio #jjba x y/n #jjba imagines #jjba smut #la squadra #not sfw #minors dni #jojo's bizarre adventure #ghiaccio x reader x risotto

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Wake-Up Calls and Watermelon (SPN/CM)

Criminal Minds / Supernatural crossover!

Word Count: ~2140

Warnings: Irresponsible use of pink feathery handcuffs, but don’t worry, Sam is there to give a safety lecture. Kiddie pools, kittens, an emotional support cyberterrorist, and so much fluff. Ridiculous escapism at its finest. Everybody needs a smile these days, right?

A/N: Four mornings on the Wayward Sons World Tour. This is part of the Rockstar AU, but it can be read on its own, as can most of that series. There’s no real plot, just shenanigans and silliness.

Thanks to @stunudo and @fookinghelljensensthighs for pre-reading and inspirational photographs, respectively!

Wayward Sons World Tour, Day 4: somewhere between Miami and Orlando, FL

Something is meowing.

Rossi frowns to himself and opens his eyes, staring up at the ceiling of his bunk.

Something is meowing on his bus.

His first thought would ordinarily be Penelope and one of her assorted stuffed animals or weird talking figurines. Spencer could also potentially be the culprit, depending on what sort of chemicals were in his system. Last time Rossi checked, though, both of them were on the other bus, where the shenanigans are supposed to happen. This is the quiet bus, where the grownups sleep.

The mysterious something meows again.

Bad enough that he’s slumming it sleeping on a goddamn tour bus. Now there’s a goddamn petting zoo on board. Rossi sighs and gets out of his bunk to investigate.

“Who’s the cutest kitten in the entire world?” Morgan is sitting on the ground in the front, smiling adoringly at a tiny ball of black fuzz he’s cradling in his palms. “Who’s the sweetest little furball I’ve ever seen, hmm?”

“How on God’s green earth did you find a kitten at —” Rossi glances at the clock on the microwave. “—nine in the morning in the middle of Florida?”

Morgan looks a little guilty, but Rossi can’t tell if it’s because he has a kitten or because he got caught using that ridiculous high-pitched voice.

“We’re at a rest stop so the drivers can get a couple hours’ sleep, and Hotch and I were stretching our legs, and they were in a box close to the highway,” Morgan explains. “He was the only one who was still alive. I couldn’t just leave him there.”

The door opens, and Hotch comes in, carefully carrying a small dish of water. He’s followed by Sam Winchester, who has an upside-down drum that’s padded with a towel.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Rossi mutters, watching the three grown men surround the kitten and coo at it. Morgan tucks it into the drum and it curls up happily, meowing its appreciation.

Sam’s phone rings, and he digs it out of his pocket and answers: “Yeah? No, we got water, we just — no, Dean, Jesus. Just the hoodie. Did you find it?” He pauses and scowls, stepping away from the others and lowering his voice. “No, that’d be way too big for it, are you kidding me? That collar was specially made… no! Leave the fucking leash, Dean, it’s not like we’re taking the kitten for walks.” He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, bring the feathery thing, just — oh for fuck’s sake, leave that bag alone before you find something you really don’t — Dean. Yeah. Cool.” He grimaces and hangs up.

“Do I want to know?” Rossi asks, with a new sense of respect.

“No,” Sam says firmly. He turns back to Hotch and Morgan and announces, “Dean’s bringing some stuff we can use as cat toys, and a big hoodie with a pocket so you can carry it around.”

“Sweet. Thanks, man,” Morgan says, flashing a bright grin. He’s all googly-eyed.

“What should we name it?” Sam asks, crouching down and rubbing under the kitten’s chin with one careful finger.

They all take a moment to consider. The little ball of fluff is purring, and even Rossi has to admit that it’s goddamn adorable.

“What kind of drum is that?” Hotch asks Sam, who grins.

“Pearl.”

“Pearl!” Morgan echoes delightedly. “Who’s the prettiest little black pearl, hmm?”

“I guess we need to find a pet store,” Rossi sighs, and settles in to get to know his grand-kitten.

***

Wayward Sons World Tour, Day 7: Atlanta, GA

“Wheels up in fifteen,” Hotch is shouting, banging on the hotel room door. JJ groans without opening her eyes and tries to pull Emily closer, rubbing her cheek against the soft worn cotton of Emily’s shirt.

“What the fuck,” Emily mumbles.

“Oh, seriously, what the fuck,” comes Penelope’s voice. The fact that it’s coming from somewhere above JJ is what makes her frown and open her eyes.

She and Emily are on the floor, lying in a sort of nest, which upon closer inspection seems to be made up of an inflatable kiddie pool filled with blankets.

Penelope is peering over the edge of her bed at them, squinting blearily, last night’s hot pink lipstick smeared down her chin. She appears to be wearing a plastic coconut bra over her shirt.

“Huh,” JJ says. She pulls a lei off her neck. “Did we throw a tiki party last night?”

“That would seem to be the case,” Emily says slowly. She rolls over and wraps her arms around JJ. “Five more minutes.”

“Solid plan,” JJ answers, snuggling in. The kiddie pool is surprisingly comfortable.

“Not if we have to pack up and get our sorry asses on the bus in fifteen minutes,” Penelope reminds them.

“Fuck.”

“I smell like… like daiquiris and regret,” Penelope sighs. She wrestles the coconut bra off and flings it across the room.

“You can have first shower,” Emily says generously.

JJ hears Penelope pad across the floor, and then there’s a surprised yelp from the bathroom.

“Is Spencer in the tub again?” JJ mutters.

“Yes, but oh my god, you guys, you need to come see this,” Penelope says, giggling. JJ groans, head spinning, but manages to get up. She hauls Emily to her feet.

JJ pokes her head through the bathroom door and snorts. Spencer’s wearing one of those cheap fake grass skirts over his jeans and there’s a top hat perched on his head. He’s got his arms wrapped around a tacky pink flamingo lawn ornament.

“Em, get your—”

“On it,” Emily says, already reappearing with her phone to snap a picture.

Spencer stirs with a pathetic sort of whining noise.

“Next time I suggest coconut rum,” he slurs, without opening his eyes, “...remind me I’m a moron, ‘kay?”

***

Wayward Sons World Tour, Day 10: near Dallas, TX

“Get your hooves out of the toaster!” Cas says urgently. Dean starts awake and almost falls out of the bunk. He really needs to give up trying to sleep with Cas on the bus; these things were not meant for two people.

Cas mumbles something about Mufasa and opens his eyes groggily.

“Fun dreams?” Dean asks, voice raspy with sleep. He cuddles close and presses a kiss to Cas’s pulse.

“There were wildebeests in the kitchen,” Cas croaks.

“Sounds like a good time. Coffee?”

“Mmm.”

Dean rolls out of the bunk and stretches. The door to the back lounge is open, and he can hear music; he looks inside curiously.

He remembers Sam saying something about a Doctor Who marathon. Geek.

The DVD menu is up on the little flat-screen, playing the theme music in a loop. Sam’s sprawled out on one of the couches with popcorn in his hair, and Penelope and Charlie are leaning against each other on the other couch.

Someone snores loudly, but it doesn’t seem to be any of those three. Dean looks around, momentarily confused, until he spots Spencer, who has wedged himself under the tiny table. He’s curled up with what looks like Charlie’s favorite purple hoodie as a pillow, and Pearl is kneading happily at one of his arms.

“Time’s it?” Sam asks quietly. He sits up, and something pops audibly as he stretches his shoulders.

“Coffee time,” Dean whispers back.

He wants to make a snarky quip about how they’ve clearly been partying hard, but Sammy’s looking around the room with such a fond little smile on his face that Dean can’t bring himself to say anything. Instead, he just leads the way through the bunk area, out to the front, where Cas is watching the coffee drip slowly into the pot.

Dean wraps his arms around Cas and nuzzles into his neck. It’s a good morning.

***

Wayward Sons World Tour, Day 14: Chula Vista, CA

Penelope is just about to get up for a gloriously self-indulgent shower (and if she uses all the hot water while the others are hitting snooze, that’s fully their problem) when there’s a knock on the door.

She peers through the peephole. It’s Dean, aka not at all who she expected.

“Hey, sorry to bother you,” he says gruffly, when she opens the door. “Um… Spencer said he knows how to pick locks?”

Ooh, this is gonna be fun.

“He sure does. What’s up?”

“Um… we need to pick a lock,” Dean tries, and Penelope laughs.

“Nice try. Gimme the dirty deets.”

Dean sighs. “Jack is maybe handcuffed to the bed.”

“No way,” Penelope says gleefully. “Okay, I will wake the boy wonder, hang on.”

She ushers Dean into their room, shushing him and pointing to JJ and Emily, who are still asleep, before poking Spencer.

“Are you sleeping in a kiddie pool?” Dean asks.

“Mmph,” Spencer assents, rubbing his eyes. “M’comfy.”

Penelope shrugs at Dean as if to say, what can you do?

“So there is a bit of a situation I was hoping you could help with,” Dean says. “A lock picking situation? It’s, um, a pair of handcuffs.”

Spencer doesn’t bat an eye, bless his heart. He just shrugs and unfolds himself from the kiddie pool, picking up his wallet from the desk.

Penelope grabs a robe and her glasses, because while she wouldn’t ordinarily show her face while she’s still in pajamas, there’s no way in hell she’s missing this. Dean looks like he’s about to protest.

“She’s my emotional support cyberterrorist,” Spencer tells him. “She’s coming.”

“Excuse you, former cyberterrorist,” Penelope says, as dignified as she can manage while wearing a fuzzy zebra-patterned robe. “I prefer to think of myself as your fairy godmother.”

“No teasing him,” Dean says sternly, but leads the way out the door.

“You really trying to tell me you found the kid handcuffed to a bed and nobody is going to tease him about it?”

“Well,” Dean amends, with a smug grin. “Nobody but his family is allowed to tease him. Don’t worry, though, we took pictures.”

“Yeah, okay. That seems fair.”

Dean leads the way into the Ceiling Fires’ suite and points them to one of the bedrooms.

Penelope can hear Sam’s voice when they get to the open door: “I told you, they’re single-latch. You pull on those the wrong way, they’ll cut off your circulation and — oh, hey, guys.”

Not only are they handcuffs, they’re handcuffs adorned with pink fluff. They’ve pulled a blanket up to Jack’s chest, but he’s clearly naked under it, and he’s blushing so hard he basically matches the handcuffs.

“Good morning,” he says politely.

Penelope gives him a cheerful wave. “Don’t mind me. Spencer’s here to rescue you.”

Spencer is unfazed. He pulls a tiny flat case from inside his wallet and pulls out a couple picks. Sam and Dean are both watching him like hawks. Mother hens. Overprotective mother hawks? Something like that.

It barely takes a second before the lock clicks open.

Jack breathes a sigh of relief and rubs his wrists. “Thank you. Seriously.”

“You gotta teach me that,” Sam says to Spencer. He grabs the handcuffs and lifts them between two fingers like they’ve personally offended him.

“It’s easy once you understand the principle of it,” Spencer tells him, showing him the picks. “See, this pushes the tumbler—”

“Where’d you go?” comes a low British voice from the main room, and then Harry motherfucking Styles is wandering through the door, wearing a turquoise silk kimono and holding a half-eaten slice of watermelon. “What on Earth are you doing with those? I have my leather — oh.” He looks from Penelope to Spencer, blinking. “I… don’t know you, do I?”

“Shit,” Dean mutters. “When did you get here?”

“Wee hours.” He takes a bite of watermelon, tongue-first, and chews slowly.

Penelope is staring. She should really stop staring and say something cool.

“You look sorta familiar,” Spencer offers, with a little wave. “Did you sell me E at a warehouse party in Boston a couple years ago? Cause I gotta say, that was a weird night.”

“Pretty sure that wasn’t me,” he says pensively. “But stranger things have happened.”

Harry goddamn Styles is licking juice off his fingers and dimpling in her general direction and this cannot be real life.

“The watermelon is a little on the nose, don’t you think?” Penelope blurts out. Sam snorts from somewhere behind her.

“They were all out of kiwis, I’m afraid,” Harry drawls. “You want some? More in the kitchen. Bananas, too, and—”

“Hey, guys?” Jack interrupts, from where he’s got the covers pulled up to his chin. “Um… would you mind taking this outside so I can put some clothes on?”

There’s a chorus of apologies. Spencer asks about coffee as they all start to filter out the door, and Penelope heads to the kitchen to eat watermelon with Harry Styles, because apparently this is her life now.

#supernatural #criminal minds #spn x cm #crossover #cm fic #supernatural fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction

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chapter 3: fate

warnings: drugs, drinking, gun mention, smut but not really lol

i’m always open to feedback again, this is my first story. i really wanted to put in smut but i feel like i’m terrible at it and just wasn’t happy with what i wrote so i left it out. i hope you still enjoy <3

“Hotel party tonight?” Julian smirked at you entering the elevator of the nearest hotel. “I thought you were wanting this to be a sober weekend?” “You’ve been teasing me all day, fuck sobriety.” He pretended to be angry by harshly pressing the button for level 5, using you as a excuse but you knew well that it took all his self control to stay sober this long. Your always down for a party but you couldn’t forget about Taehyung right beside you. This could successfully scare him away like you wanted but your starting to enjoy his silent company, just a little. “You should invite your members,” it was almost embarrassing how much you had to break your neck to look at his face. “I don’t think they would want to join but I can see.” You hate how easily you melt under men. Stupid daddy issues. All he did was smile down at you sweetly. You cleared your throat and looked ahead of you, ignoring how he made your heart skip a beat. You definitely need a drink, or two, or ten.

“Taehyung-ah, where did you go? You worried us but Namjoon said he saw you talking to a pretty girl so we’ve just been waiting to hear from you,” Jimin pouted through the phone making Taehyung laugh. “I’m with the pretty girl, she wanted me to invite you guys to this hotel party. I thought you and Jungkook would be the only ones interested.” “Ahh, you thought very correctly hyung, send the address and meet us.” Jimin hung up the call quickly. Jesus, excited much? Taehyung didn’t really want to invite them, he knows he’ll get yelled at by the end of the night. There’s bound to be a lot of illegal things going on but he liked the idea of them meeting you. He couldn’t deny all the feelings you made him feel touching him or even just looking up at him. “Are they coming?” You spoke quietly coming out of the room into the hallway. “Just two of them, their our youngest members, they should be here soon.” “Ok, come in and help us set everything up.” Just looking at you, no one would ever assume you did the things that you do. Maybe that’s why he’s crazy enough to look past it. Everything about you was pure and innocent looking. Any man would be stupid to not want to give you the world. This isn’t going to end well for him, not with these thoughts. But god, he couldn’t care less.

“Just a fair warning, there’s going to be people with drugs and probably guns. Just stick around me or Julian and you’ll be fine, no one is trying to hurt you. Actually, take a drink,” You tried to prepare Taehyung the best you could. It would be impossible for him to not make him stick out but maybe some alcohol will help. “You almost seem more nervous than me,” he chuckled taking the beer you offered, slightly touching your hand. “Yeah, I need drugs, let’s go get your friends first,” you continued to ignore Taehyung’s gaze, you couldn’t handle how he stared at you. “No drugs around the members, please,” he grabbed your wrist once again, stopping you from walking ahead of him. You don’t do favors but you know his group is far from the type to be okay with this situation. One favor wouldn’t hurt you. You nodded, accidentally getting lost in his eyes before he suddenly put his arm around you and started walking. “Jimin and Jungkook are major flirts, let them see us like this, it will save you a night of cringe pick up lines.” God, he could probably feel your racing heart from your shoulders. You’ve lacked this type of skin touch for so long. You prayed he wouldn’t look down and see your beat red cheeks the whole way down to the main lobby.

You didn’t understand how a group of men could be so attractive. Jimin had pink hair and the most beautiful plump lips. He was pretty short though, you can’t complain being as short as you are but you prefer taller men, like Taehyung. Jungkook looked like the definition of a tease. He had a dark-ish style that you could get on your knees for but no matter how attractive they were, they couldn’t top how Taehyung made you feel with his arm around you. “It’s really nice to meet you two, i’m sorry for stealing Taehyung from you. We’re on level 5 and we also have a lot of drinks by the pool.” “Wahh, your korean is very good! Where did you find her hyung?” You couldn’t take a compliment for the life of you. You could feel yourself curling up against Taehyung, it made him smile as he gave you a quick glance. “It might be fate, I haven’t decided yet.”

The more your with Taehyung and the more you drink, the more you just want to get alone with him. You haven’t even thought about running off to go do drugs with the dealers you know are here. That hasn’t happened in a long time, it’s dangerous. This isn’t going to end well for either of you but the alcohol in your system makes not give a damn in the slightest. “So, are you having fun?” You can’t deny you get very talkative when you drink, it makes you self conscious when your around people you give a fuck about but the heat in between your legs was enough to hide your concern of over talking. “I am actually,” Taehyung said with a smile, looking down at you, grabbing your hand. “Thank you for bringing me along,” you couldn’t help but let out a nervous laugh, “Are you drunk?” “Just a little,” His words slurred a little and your now noticing his pink tinted cheeks and permanent smile. He’s holding your hand, it’s such a innocent gesture that has your knees weak. “Should we get our own room?” You our on your innocent smile that is known to make everyone do what you want. You know you give off that innocent vibe and you use it to your advantage a lot. “Are you seducing me right now?” “I’d actually prefer it if you seduced me,” you both help eye contact with each other as Taehyung let go of your hand to put his arms around your waist, pulling you to his chest. “Oh really? Let me get us a room then. Maybe I can finally show you i’m not as innocent as you picture me.” Taehyung whispered in your ear, that smile still stuck on his face.

You wobbled yourself inside the room, almost regretting taking those extra shots while Taehyung was in the main lobby. “Y/n,” Taehyung spoke calmly as he placed his hand around your waist turning you to him. “You’re pretty drunk, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” you almost forgot he was a good guy. Your face almost dropped tears hearing him show some self control. Although, Taehyung is perfect in every way... that’s not your type. You lean towards guys that use you for drugs, sex, whatever it is but not Taehyung. “No, fuck me, please,” he let out a laugh after you desperately placed your hands on his cheeks. Taehyung suddenly grabbed your thighs and picked you up almost effortlessly, allowing you to wrap your legs around his waist before he layed you on the bed. He stared into your eyes for a moment before gently placing his lips on yours. Time became non-existent as you focused on his lips. Everything was happening slowly and calm, nothing you wouldn’t expect from the literal angel from heaven. You don’t prefer the vanilla scene but you already mentioned the daddy issues right? Taehyung makes you forget all about it though, with those lips that create the cutest smile. Your sweet thoughts came to an immediate stop when Taehyung harshly slapped his hand on your ass, lightly gripping it. “Don’t start thinking i’m soft in bed, your thoughts are predictable but I don’t play that way,” he smirked at you gripping your ass again, leaving you in complete shock. “This is gonna be a long night,” you whispered with a smile. You smiled. Not one you faked to make everyone comfortable, it was genuine. “Good thinking,” Taehyung smiled back before burrying his face in your neck.

You haven’t looked yet but you know you have hickeys everywhere with a mix of some hand marks and just the thought puts a permanent smile on your face. “I didn’t realize how much I needed that,” Taehyung whispered wrapping his arm around your waist making you the little spoon. “Me neither,” you laughed. His body fit perfectly against yours. He might of been right when he said meeting you might be fate. Fate. You believe everything happens for a reason, it helped you decide you were destined to just fail. If this is fate your either going to ruin Taehyung or he will ruin you. Happy ending don’t happen for you, cliche but deadly true. Even though your very aware of this, you want to just live in the moment. Enjoy having him wrapped around you even though the bed will be empty eventually. The only sound in the room was both of yours breathing, calmly until a phone started ringing. Taehyung sat up and looked at his phone to see Jimin’s name on his screen. “Ah, I should go make sure their alright,” he looked at you, obviously guilty for leaving you already. “I’ll be back,” he whispered while gently caressing your thigh. “Okay.”

Taehyung now officially regrets bringing Jimin and Jungkook. They were insanely drunk, they didn’t even realize the type of people they were hanging around with. That’s good for him because he won’t get yelled at but it doesn’t change the fact that he had to practically drag two grown men up to a room right across from yours. “Hyungggg, y/n is so pretty. She looks a little familiar though.. have we seen her before?” “No kookie, just go to sleep, don’t get up until your sober, i’ll be in the room across from you. There’s water on the counter and some medicine-“ He stopped talking when he heard their heavy breathing. Their asleep. Taehyung sighed rubbing his forehead before quietly sneaking back into your room. You’re asleep too. He sighed again before carefully going back into the spot he was happily in before. “I think i’m going to fall in love with you but if it’s fate that’s okay right? I hope so.”

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vaguely-concerned · 5 years

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I’m back! Temeraire Let’s Read:Tongues of Serpents

- Tharkay literally shows up at the beginning of the second sentence; STRONG start, I highly approve, great improvement on every level

fsdafhsadkjlfh cooly tossing tables and throwing people’s drinks in their faces in the bar brawl fkjsdhfksdalfhasdj this ain’t his first rodeo huh

- these dumbasses having to clean up from the bar brawl before going home so their dragons don’t go out there and demand to have a word with the dudes who bullied their lil boys... oh my g o d

- “it was true, if one wished to be very particular about such things, that laurence was a convicted felon” t e m e r a i r e... ~*technicality schmechnicality*~ it was barely treason at all really

also temeraire being in super protective mother hen/older brother mode over the eggs is perfect

- Jane Rolands bluff, jovial letter writing is Everything

- “Have Temeraire throw him overboard,” Tharkay had suggested laconically, when Laurence had escaped to his quarters for a little relief and some piquet . . . “He can fish him out again later,” he added, as an afterthought.

A VISIONARY. An unmitigated joy. “Have Temeraire throw him overboard”. He says what we’re all thinking.

- AAAAAAAAH MUTUAL FIRST NAME BASIS!!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL WTF HAVE THEY BEEN DOING ON THIS TRIP TELL ME IN DETAIL WHEN THE SWITCH HAPPENED PLEASE (also I really like that the first instance we see is “But Tenzing, I cannot trust myself” b/c that was literally the whole point of that scene in VoE. laurence... yes you can. tfw your crush is the goodiest of twoshoes and can barely move for it and doesn’t even knoooow)

- y’know if Laurence could get over this thought that asking a direct question to a friend is just ~*intolerably rude*~ he could get so much shit done

(I guess tharkay, clearly a follower of the rosa diaz school of ‘no one is ever going to know shit about me’, is like fuck yeah I’ve struck gold with this one)

- “So spake the pot” oh I do love Actually Pretty Chill Dad William Laurence finally letting the snark out more frequently, it suits him very much (I guess his main claims to fame in a lot of circles is a) treason and b) spoiling his dragon rotten)

- rankin’s name is mentioned and everyone’s like HIIISSSSSSSS and RIGHTLY SO FUCK THAT GUY JUSTICE FOR LEVITAS

- temeraire is talking to the egg about consent and saying he’ll make sure it won’t have to do anything it doesn’t want to fjklsadhfkaslhfsd my heart

- lol lol lol weeeell in hindsight who could’ve guessed captain and second in command of the dragon pirates would have a materialistic superficial kid huh

- . . . Granby said, with a look half affection and half exasperation oh granby baby still carrying that torch huh

- lol lol lol just the implication of sara maden and laurence silently tops up his drink and he’s like ‘cheers’ and they’re both quiet for a moment flskdfs

if you think about it that must’ve been such a wild day in his life tho -- like first Laurence furiously fires him for being gone at a crucial moment and then immediately unfires him when it turns out he’s been chasing a lead and being the only goddamn person really working on solving all their problems (as is his wont), then he finds out his ex is getting married and steadfastly pretends it doesn’t even bother him, lol what are feelings I heard only losers have them (extremely relatable -- I guess he must have known it was in the cards though, because he specifically tells Laurence at the beginning he didn’t intend to go back to Istanbul, so it’s been over for a while?) then they go on a life and death chase through the sewers, and THEN, before he knows it, after half a book of being kind of a mistrustful dick to him, Laurence does a 180° and is there offering eternal friendship with big soulful eyes after seeing him get upset one time and y’know I guess I see why that got to him lol

- aw man I know it’s never going to happen but I am getting sort of wistful and teary-eyed over this pirate (cough cough I mean legally sanctioned privateer of course) AU that’s going entirely to waste

here are some tags I left on this superb piece of fanart: #I just got to the part where tharkay makes the suggestion and like... I know it's not happening #but what a shimmering tender mother of pearl dream to carry in one's heart lol #just a lil pirate family out there wrecking shit #temeraire would get wind of what the east india company actually does and they'd inevitably turn against them and fuck 'em up... *sigh* #fix it fic: the boys kiss and the east india company is stopped from committing further atrocities! all is well

so that’s basically my position on that

- “I’m sure there’s nothing too dangerous out there, in the fucking untamed Australian wilderness,” Temeraire said, tempting fate to a frankly anxiety-inducing extent

- hell yeah demane is the only one with presence of mind to actually find some food; you go buddy <3

- my boy tharkay slinking off in the middle of the night without telling anyone and solving everyone’s problems... *dabs at eyes* just like old times

- oh wow rankin really is just a piece of shit in every way huh

- fhasdklhfsadfsad temeraire being like ‘I know tharkay is a strong independent human who is perfectly capable of making his own decisions and don’t need no dragon... but also he’s clearly one of my humans tho why is he riding on another dragon :(’ THE CUTEST SHIT

- temeraire silently dissing his dad over refusing to believe in ghosts ~*except*~ for the holy spirit adslfhaskjdlhfs

- demane taking in the strange little hatchling... im crey... he truly hits me straight in the heart every time

also laurence steadfastly Doing The Right Thing and following his convictions is so deeply healing after all that bullshit he went through in the last book... makes me feel all safe and calm inside haha

- actually when you think about it it’s so fucked up that they apparently just straight up murder dragons with birth defects in england as a matter of course b/c like. dragons come out of the egg fully sentient and capable of understanding what’s being said around them. kulingile literally understood every word they were saying as they discussed whether or not they should be KILLING HIM. j e s u s thank god for demane and laurence’s stubborn insistence on being good

- temeraire going straight from mother hen to extremely impatient and jealous older brother the moment an egg hatches never gets old. all these dumb little babies just complaining and stealing his crew ugh (HOW FUCKING CUTE is him deciding kulingile could be a scholar or something tho #dragon rights)

- “I wish,” Temeraire said to Laurence, “I do wish that other dragons were not always thinking me peculiar . . . it makes one doubtful.” BABY BOY NOOOO he’s just so sweet and he’s so secretly scared that laurence might resent him a little after the whole treason business and OW right in the parental heart that fucks me up

- Temeraire’s indignant “Oh!”s always soothe my soul it’s so adorable

- little emily roland yelling “damn you all for cowards!” after a bunch of grown men fleeing while she reloads her gun and takes aim again is incredible poetic cinema (and also demane joining her... I love the bond they’ve got going on in the background here)

- aw poor sipho :( at least he still has temeraire to nerd out with and stuff but that’s some difficult shit to process for a kid

kulingile bobbing around tethered to temeraire like a small balloon at a fair is such an image, what a blessing, temeraire’s exasperated brand of babysitting is so funny

- laurence being a Dad to the kids in his crew... mana from heaven

- YESSS they crossed the endless miles of DEADLY AUSTRALIAN WILDERNESS so laurence could be MORTIFIED as the emperor’s adopted son at a party this is the content I am here for

- hell yeah let’s play a round of pimp my captain!!!!!!!!!!

“And,” Laurence said. “And you are certain that this should be appropriate for the occasion; not, perhaps, excessive?” I can’t b r e a t h e he can’t even say shit because his dragon boi is so happy fsaldfjsldhfasjlh and then granby making fond fun of him what a beautiful cherry on top of this sweet sweet laurence being embarrassed sundae

- william ‘I’m here to kick ass and describe menswear in fastidious detail and I’ve already kicked my own ass twice today’ laurence strikes again

- this description of the dragons sitting around squabbling as they watch shiny sparkly things is the most endearing few pages in modern literature do not @ me

- it’s kind of fucked up that the emperor of china is giving laurence more of the sort of warmth and validation a father should than his actual dad ever did lol. u did good curing the dragon plague, weird european adopted son I am proud of you

- every time temeraire is really upset about something my soul suffers a small wound

thank god he doesn’t actually know what opium is really used for most of the time yet (also I am obligated to divulge that I am entirely charmed by tharkay’s sardonic yet clear eyed cynicism on the issue, I cannot be anything but what I am and he hasn’t had enough proper page time in this half of the book so I will take what I can get)

- ...I kind of just realized that I imagine the sea serpents basically as long-ass gyaradoses... OH NO

I will say I respect the ‘give no fucks’ vibe they give off -- it’s a real ‘we’re here to eat fish & party and if you try to get in our way we’re gonna have you as a snack’ mood and I cannot fault them for it

- iskierka is such a fuckboi it’s glorious

- nOOOOOO tharkay is leaving again fuck ;_______; is his life just an endless procession of semi-unwillingly having to go back to istanbul again these days

Temeraire did not see why Tharkay should have to go so far, only to deliver news; and particularly when he did not seem as though he wished to go, very much. DDDDDDDD: THIS SUCKS you know that when a) he’s letting it show and b) temeraire notices it that he is dragging his heels big time over this lol

‘there can be very little to call you back to this part of the world any time soon’ LAURENCE YOU 24 KARAT IDIOT YOU ARE HERE HE CAME TO AUSTRALIA FOR YOU ALREADY WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS

all that said whenever I see a ‘Tenzing’ on the page my heart does a happy little dance. ah well now let’s settle in and wait for what horrible catastrophe will happen now that tharkay is gone... come back soon buddy

- ooooooooooooh that is so good, using the last chapter + epilogue to show how the... idk moral wound I guess laurence received victory of eagles has finally healed, that’s so reassuring. he just wants to do good things for good causes and can’t be badgered, cajoled, threatened or convinced to do anything less anymore and it’s all so sweet and well earned. that’s some good development through this book too, from ‘tenzing I cannot trust myself’ to this. excellent stuff

- while I did quite enjoy this book for the character moments it is incredibly weirdly structured? like the beginning drags a bit with the quite uninteresting colony politics and stuff but then they’re finally travelling and then... nothing really happens plot wise before the sea serpents freak the fuck out at the end there lol. I’m mostly a character-oriented reader tho so I’m pretty fine with it.

ETA: actually now that I think about it I’d say that my biggest gripe with this book is that it doesn’t engage at all with the perspective of the native australian people? even though one of the dragons settles down with one group? god knows it’s not like there was no time to dive into it, considering all that time spent in the fucking wilderness lol

we’re going to the inca empire next tho apparently fuck YEAH!!! that’s such an underexplored and extremely interesting part of history, my body is Ready

#temeraire #tongues of serpents #his majesty's dragon #meta #back again after a brief pause! still crying a lot about tharkay! the more things change huh

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msbeccieboo · 5 years

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Arrow 7x18 brain dump

And we’re back from hiatus! Unlike a few that I see, I really enjoyed this episode! Sure the main story was clunky, and a lot of the dialogue was cheesy as hell, but the theme and notion behind it of women coming together to save the day was just everything that Arrow, and the whole Canary concept up until now has been missing. As usual, this got long, and gif-heavy, so apologies if you get bored haha!

Felicity

Yes of course we’re coming to Felicity first! Our (Smoak) Queen absolutely ruled the show this week! I still remember the fandom reaction when we heard the episode title…it was something along the lines of:

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And then the episode rolls round and it’s awesome (mostly) and Felicity is at the centre of it!! Amazing! In fact, it was so hard to separate this review into character/theme sections this week, as Felicity was intertwined so closely with all of them.

Felicity was at her finest this week. We saw her both as Overwatch and literally saving the day in the field. We had wifey Felicity, loyal friend felicity, mama Felicity, flirty-flirt Felicity….the list goes on!! And in an episode called Lost Canary??

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It was Felicity’s heart and famous empathy that really shone through for me this week. From start to end she tried her best to win Black Siren back round, to clear her name, and save her from herself. Our girl literally reached across time to help her friend. Now whether or not BS had earned/deserved that much effort on Felicity’s part is another thing altogether, but one thing that prevails is Felicity’s huge heart, her compassion and her unwavering belief in those she calls her friends. Her ability to see the good in people, even at their worst, is probably my favourite thing about her. And whereas Dinah was right to an extent about Felicity having ‘blinders’, she just wants to see the best in people. This is why she is the heart of the team. This is why Oliver fell in love with her. This is why I fell in love with her. The moment where she shouts at Dinah “we should be helping her not hunting her”, just epitomises Felicity for me.

It was ultimately Felicity’s stalwart belief in her that made BS turn ‘good’ in the end. Our girl literally put her and her unborn child’s life out there and dared BS to kill them to prove she was evil. In doing this, Felicity ultimately saves the day! Sure, we see Felicity being a badass every week, but watching her lead a team of women in the field was super emotional for me to watch.

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This did start to feel like a goodbye to Felicity, especially with the Sara scene, reminiscing and commenting on how far she has come. I imagine the timing of Emily’s announcement was planned to precede this last run of episodes for this reason. I’m still coming to terms with Emily leaving, and I haven’t been able to write anything about it yet (and not sure I will tbh), but episodes like this make me realise just how different (and by different I mean shitty) this show would have been/will be without her in it and I’m simply not ready still 😭😭😭

Olicity

We only got two Olicity scenes this week, which was actually far more than I thought we would get, and they bookended the episode so beautifully!! I still don’t think I’m over the cuteness this week!!

In the first scene we got a beautifully babbly Felicity; “Are you sure that you are ok, now that you know that your sister is evil and tried to kill you? Too soon?” 😂😂, along with a little of her own horn-tooting haha:

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Oliver’s little smile after that was just 😍😍

We had a cute little smooch, and touching!! It was so nice to see them being truly affectionate and comfortable around each other again!

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Then Oliver being all Protective Daddy!Oliver, asking Felicity to take it easy and look after her PRECIOUS CARGO!!!!!

NVJDFNVJDKVNFDVKND!!!! Honestly this will go down as being one of the great Olicity quotes for me! His little belly gesture, and then her adorable “I know” I can’t handle the cuteness guys!!!!!!

Oh and then there was the cutest Olicity scene everrrr!! Felicity returns from her bird adventures to find a sleepy adorable Oliver laid out on the couch 😍🔥😍

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OMGGGGG her face when she sees him, and tells him she’d missed him….hgfidsbodsnfv!!!

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The mystery remains as to just why Oliver is that exhausted…as I talk about in the next section, he and Dig didn’t do an awful lot this episode. The only acceptable answer is that they spent the rest of their time in the episode putting together an endless amount of baby furniture…I now decree this as FACT!!

Anyhoo…back to snuggly Oliver. Ughh this man does not stop being adorable (even with this hair)! He sits up and pulls Felicity into him by the bum (we all see you Oliver 👀) and smushes himself into her chest for a hug, kissing her shoulder, telling her how he will take care of her 😍😱 😍😱, then Felicity promptly asks for a foot rub, to which he happily obliges.

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I AM DECEASED!!!!

Combined with the ending of 4x08 this confirms that the Green Arrow is a cuddleholic, and I will watch this scene on a loop FOREVER!!! I could seriously watch the rest of this season/show just of them being affectionate and domestic like this. Your OTP could never!!

Oliver/Dig

Oliver goes on a little boys trip with Dig to try and find the killer of Emiko’s mother. I’m sooo glad they didn’t waste much time on this, and gladder still that they wasted no time at all on Emiko! Turns out the responsible party was one of the Longbow Hunters (yes them again), that Felicity found for them.

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I love how Dig/ARGUS/NTA spent the first part of the season trying and failing to capture these guys, then Oliver rocks up and takes him out with a tranq arrow in 2 seconds flat, and has no clue who he even is haha!

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They work out pretty quickly that Dante hired him, then promptly leave and that’s the end of that! I really like how the men weren’t minimised or side-lined entirely (except Rene *shrugs*), they just weren’t that significant in the episode. Boss Beth and her team did a great job here of not taking away from them in order for the women in the episode to shine, something that previous writing teams on this show have done over and over again in the reversed situation *cough* MG *cough*.

Sara

Sara frikking Lance is back!!!!

That entrance though...it was everything!! The way all the glass shattered was reminiscent of her first cry scene where she saved Oliver at the DA’s office in 2x03.

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I do think though that it was absolute bullshit that BS could beat Sara in a fight!

Then we got the previously teased Sara/Felicity scene. OHMIGOD I loved this scene so much!! I really miss Sara in Arrow, and this scene was just so perfect!! I loved their little friendly flirty-flirt!!

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Putting together the two people in the Arrowverse that have killer chemistry with everyone was an inspired choice here, and it just makes me long for the Smoakingcanary friendship that we never really saw fully developed! We have a lighter Sara now, so they could not have had this level of friendship in S2, or even S4, but I always loved their relationship, even back then.

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Sara has grown so much since she left for the Waverider, she is so much more reflective and a wiser woman now. I like that she doesn’t acknowledge BS as LL, but sees herself in her and still wants to help, and to honour Quentin. Lance sister scenes were always my favourite of Laurel’s, and the Sara/BS scenes have the same energy about them. I loved Sara’s speech to BS at the graveyard about redemption. Sara still doesn’t see herself as completely worthy, but acknowledges that she has grown into a hero, through her years of trying. So I cheered when she told BS “You think you deserve a medal for trying to be good for 5 seconds? Redemption isn’t a destination it’s a journey”

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Oh, that’s just the theme of the entire series!! Yaaaaassss!! Go Sara! I really hope we get to see her again this season.

Black Siren

Straight up, I was worried when I saw the opening scene…the overacting, yelling, annoying music, ridiculous unbelievable ass-kicking and then that title card?? 😬😬 ‘Evil’ BS is so campy in the worst way…I like ‘good’ BS, so that opening?? Yeah I had my doubts haha!

I enjoyed Black Siren’s struggle within the episode; what she really wants is to be seen and accepted as the good person she is trying to become. As soon as she was doubted last episode, her instinct was to revert back, an ‘if they think I’m evil, I’ll just be evil’ mentality. The problem is, as Sara told her, she was trying to be a good person for like a few months? She has a long way go to redeem herself and earn back the trust of people who know what she did as Black Siren before (see: Dinah 😬). Her beacon of hope (see what I did there?) is Felicity. She has been ever since she approached her at the start of the season. BS saw in Felicity an opportunity to avenge Quentin initially, and eventually, through falling for Felicity’s friendship charms (doesn’t everybody?), do good, and be that better person that Quentin and Felicity thought she could be. And despite Sara’s (awesome) talk with her, it’s Felicity in the end that persuades her which side to fall on in the end.

In the end, Black Siren realises/decides that in order to continue on her redemptive path, she needs to go back to where she started, Earth 2, and do some good there. How this fits with her appearance in later episodes in the season (spoiler pics) and her apparently large storyline next season is yet to be seen. Felicity’s face when she hears BS is leaving is heart-breaking 😭😭 Their friendship has been one of the unexpected highlights of this season for me; it has been so nice to see a female friendship on this show! I also liked how through all of her short-lived evilness, she never revealed Felicity’s pregnancy, even covering for her back in the lair at the end of the mission!

Extra BS moments:

BS pushing Felicity out of the way in the final fight scene 😍

Shadow Thief: “Which one is Felicity?” BS: “The chatty one” 😂😂

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Dinah

*Dramatic sigh* Ugh Dinah. She continues to drive me mad! She has some real moments of warmth (but I think that’s just Juliana shining through), but for the most part she’s just super annoying! She has a constant condescending tone, a terrible attitude, is massively hypocritical, and is so back and forth with her standpoints that she leaves me with whiplash most episodes!

I hated the way she talked down to Felicity throughout the episode, for believing in Laurel. Dinah believed in Vinnie, and the Team had her back (until BS killed him 😬). Dinah MURDERED PEOPLE TOO, and the Team had her back. She should have empathy for BS, having been in the exact same situation, but she doesn’t see it that way. I loved Felicity serving her up the tea in the bunker scene, it’s about damn time!

Felicity’s overall snark at Dinah this week was on point! Her “Please hold” and “Good chat, really love our chats” 😂😂 our girl really knows how to deliver a burn and still look cute doing it haha!

Flash Forwards

I have missed my flashforwards baby OTA!! Unfortunately we were missing William, Connor and Roy this week, cos Girl Power ✌ and all that jazz! But we did get to see some more Mama Felicity. Future Felicity is definitely more stoic and detached than our Felicity, but that changes when her kids are around; I loved the mother-daughter hug when Mia returned!

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I’d forgotten about the whole helmet thing to start with, when I first saw it I thought it was Dig!! But helmet guy basically shows up at the start of the FFs and kills a boatload of Canaries. Did I giggle at the notion that anyone can be a Canary in the future, and that therefore they are totally interchangeable and dispensable in nature? Yes I did 😂 Anyway, Mia’s determination to track and take down helmet guy, to honour the dead birds, led to more Oliver (and later, Felicity) comparisons, which I am always here for!!

Dinah later actually gives Mia a really inspiring speech about the Canaries. That they are girls taking care of girls; a support system for women, so that they are there for each other when needed most. Dinah references a time when she did not do that (for Black Siren, presumably), and that that following that she changed how she worked. I’m hoping this means that Dinah will become more likeable in the present timeline for the upcoming episodes, but I’m not holding my breath.

Mia still isn’t used to relying on others, but she does ask Dinah for help and is refused, so her reaction to Dinah’s talk was just ‘yeah….no’, pretty much, with the line “Too bad I’m not a Canary”….and the Smoak burns keep on coming this episode 😂 😂

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At the end, as Mia nearly meets her end taking down helmet guy (as if he could have taken her!) she is saved by…Future Black Siren!!! Who is obviously alive still, back on Earth 1, and a goodie!! Yay!! I love that BS ‘saves’ Mia in both timelines in the same episode, nice touch! She gives Mia the helmet for Felicity, along with some sage advice:

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I’d have liked to see her and Felicity interact, but you can’t win them all!

Bonus moments

Felicity: “Fake heat signatures? That is devious and impressive!” Lolololol!

That table slide!

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(I love that Felicity delivered the birds line 😂😂)

“To ladies taking down ladies”

And that’s it! Four episodes left 😭😭😭 I AM NOT READY!!

Thank you to all the wonderful gif makers! This episode has yielded SO MANY amazing gifs, so thank you for sharing them with us all! 💗💗💗

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Tête-à-tête

Summary ⟶ In which Gray and Lucy have some interesting things to say about the different guilds and their members.

Pairings ⟶ Gray/Lucy friendship.

Tags ⟶ Humor, Family/Friendship.

Setting ⟶ Grand Magic Games (the ball).

Note ⟶ because gray and lucy’s friendship is underrated. i mean, there is a ton of proof that they’ll be bffs forever. also, forgive me, i have no idea how to gossip with actual tea as the gen z kids do nowadays.

During the Grand Magic Games, there initially was a sense of hostility in the atmosphere. The people of Crocus were a little apprehensive about the return of Fairy Tail’s Tenrou group, thus ending in the crowd completely disliking the former strongest guild. The stunts Raven Tail pulled didn’t help either. All in all, it seemed everyone hated Fairy Tail.

And then they won (ha, take that suckers!) and showed to the world what the powers of comradery and friendship entailed.

When the battle with the seven dragons began, all the guilds came together. Everyone fought together against the enemy, bled together, and eventually prevailed together. Though it was a long and complicated war, the bonds between all of the wizards prevailed, showing that if the people of the world would come together as one, there was nothing that could not be achieved in the future.

The ball held by the king of Fiore was a great way to relieve some of the stress from fighting on hours end. The women dressed up in beautiful, extravagant gowns as the men wore their fanciest suits. Everyone found their partner from different guilds and made their way to the dance floor, some mages bonded over the deliciousness of the buffet, and a few wizards who still had energy to spare had their own little brawl.

In the deepest corner of the ballroom, a duo could be found. A woman with golden blonde hair and a man with jet black hair. They were giggling and whispering amongst themselves. And the pair was commonly known as Lucy Heartfilia, the Celestial Maiden, and Gray Fullbuster, the Ice-Make wizard who stripped twenty-four hours a day, and seven days a week.

“You know what?” Lucy chortled. She was barely able to take a bite from her cake since she kept snorting and laughing. Despite her lovely dress and hairdo, she had no intention of acting like a lady tonight it seemed. “I still can’t believe that Ichiya found Nichiya.”

Gray grunted, a grin curling his lips in amusement. “You should have seen Erza. She downright fainted!” He prayed that the red-headed knight was nowhere near them at the moment.

Lucy giggled. She pictured the scene in her head with perfect clarity. “When we were fighting Erigor, she didn’t even flinch! The Pandemonium didn’t even seem like a problem for her. Even when we fought Acnologia on the island, she didn’t waver.”

“Erza’s weakness is an old man who has an obsession with perfumes!” Gray’s eyes began to water, his stomach ached from his boisterous laughter. His legs felt like jelly that he had to lean on Lucy’s shoulder.

“Speaking of Erza,” Lucy giggled, eyeing her friend who was accompanied by a certain Mermaid with long, violet hair. “She basically adopted Kagura as her sister.”

Gray snorted, finally calming down. He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms against his now naked chest. “The only reason I like her is because she kicked Lyon’s ass during the tag-team battle.”

“No way!” Lucy exclaimed, her eyes sparkled at the new information. Albeit, the fire in her earthy ringlets quickly disappeared. She lowered her head. “I still wish I could have seen the tag-team battles,” She whispered sadly.

“Oh, please,” Gray waved her off as he snatched a bite out of the cake on her plate. “The only thing that was worth watching was Natsu fighting for your honor.” He turned to the blonde, who suddenly had reddened cheeks, and smirked. “He liiiikes you.”

“He does–he does not!” Lucy spluttered. She pointed to a Water Wizard with blue hair that was currently conversing with Lyon. “You better make your move on Juvia otherwise Lyon will totally steal her and have thirty-three babies with her!”

Gray shrugged, although there was a smug smile on his face. “There’s no way of that happening. We already showed him up during the final day. Juvia and I totally kicked his ass!”

Lucy snickered, poking the noirette’s bare chest in retaliation. “Of course you did. You liiike her!”

Gray turned away, a thin coat of pink covering his pale face. “Shu–shut up!”

“I heard the First Master helped you guys with a strategy,” Lucy interjected, her head clocked to the side, ready for another spillage of juicy information.

“Obviously it worked,” Gray cheerfully replied. “No, but seriously, she helped us with the minor battles which was good for our points. For all the major fights, we were kind of our own so in a way it didn’t feel like cheating.”

Lucy nodded. “How did the fight go with Erza and Minerva?” She shuddered a bit at the memory of the merciless kicks and punches.

“Erza showed off her new armor,” Gray said, shivering when he recalled the monstrous look on his childhood friend’s face. “Oh, and she fought for ya as always.”

Lucy sighed sadly, her bright aura suddenly dampening. “I wish I wasn’t so weak all the time. Then you wouldn’t go through these problems.”

Gray frowned. He reached out to ruffle her hair, promptly ignoring the way she shrieked so loudly. “You’re on Fairy Tail’s strongest team for a reason, you know. You’re like our glue and rock that keeps us all sane and stuff. It’s just bad luck that you keep running into trouble.”

Lucy sniffled, drowning all her sorrows in the creamy cake. “Yeah, right.”

“I’m serious!” Gray proclaimed, growing angry that the blonde could ever doubt herself. “If Raven Tail hadn’t cheated, you would have won the crowd over. I mean, you’re Lucy Heartfilia for Christ’s sake!”

“Thanks, Gray,” Lucy smiled. She felt a whole lot better. She was lucky to have a great friends like him. “Hey, tell me about your fight with Rufus and don’t you dare leave a thing out!”

Immediately, Gray brightened like a snowflake. “I won, duh! Man, the guy was a tough one to beat. He could use spells just by memory. At first, it definitely sucked.”

“How did you beat him?” Lucy inquired. She definitely respected him when it came to power and strength, the guy just found ways to surprise everyone everytime he fought. Just like a certain pink-haired Dragon Slayer.

“A magician never tells his secret!” He said with an arrogant grin. “Oh, by the way, what happened to you and Natsu in the castle?”

“It was awful!” Lucy wailed, the brunt of all her injuries came back to the surface. “We ran into these wizards who were like a secret organization or something. Lily was up against a guy who fought with acid. There was a guy who kept calling Natsu a sinner—”

“Which he is, I bet,” Gray commented dryly.

“And then this guy with a weird speech tick, you’ll be proud to hear that Loke kicked his ass—” Lucy felt a surge of pride for all her spirits during the fight with the odd adversary, and she could bet that Yukino felt the exact same way.

“As expected of my partner,” Gray nodded.

“There was this girl with Plant Magic who use something sour against Wendy.” Lucy stifled back a giggle when she remembered the tears of agony of the little bluenette when she told her story.

“Poor Wendy.” Gray mentally kicked himself for doing the same thing to the Sky Maiden not so long ago.

“And then another wizard who had weird Paper Magic, I think Mirajane was the one who beat her,” Lucy continued.

A shiver slithered up Gray’s spine when he tried to image Mirajane in her Demon Soul. “She doesn’t always engage in battle, but when she does, it’s scary as hell.”

“I’ll say,” Lucy agreed. She never wanted to cross paths with an angry Mirajane. “A lot of things has happened to us, huh? This was such a crazy time.”

Gray took a glass of champagne from one of the waiters. The sparkly drink instantly reminded him of a particular brunette. “Yeah. Like the fact that Cana finally met her match.”

Suddenly, throbbing hearts appeared within Lucy’s dark eyes. “Don’t they make the cutest couple? I can’t wait until Gildarts finds out that Bacchus stole Cana’s bra on the first night of the games.”

Gray flicked Lucy’s forehead lightly. “Wow, you are such a girl.”

Lucy grimaced. “But I’m still mad at him for being such a pervert towards Mira-san and Lisanna. It’s a good thing that Elfman won that battle part. I didn’t doubt him for a second.”

Gray downed the rest of the contents of his drink within seconds. “My favorite battle was between Wendy and Chelia. It was kind of unexpected to see those tiny girls have big power.”

Lucy couldn’t agree more. She had to refrain herself from melting then and there just at the thought of the most adorable Dragon Slayer. “Wendy has grown a lot since first arriving to the guild, hasn’t she?”

A serene smile appeared on Gray’s face, making him the most angelic he’s ever been. “I think we all changed.”

“Say, Gray,” Lucy began slowly, twiddling with her fingers apprehensively. “Will our friendship change too? Like, will we ever have moments like this again?”

Gray didn’t even have to think about the answer. He knew that even though a number of years would pass by, he would always have a strong friendship with Lucy, the blonde who always complained on missions and saved their destructive asses.

“You know what, Lucy,” Gray drawled out. He took in the sight of all his comrades mingling and smiling. Despite all of the hardships that he and his guild went through, all of the tears and blood shed, he knew one thing was for certain.

“I think we’ll be just fine.”

#fairy tail fanfiction #fairy tail final season #fairy tail imagine #fluff imagine #lucy heartfilia #lucy heartfilia imagine #gray fullbuster #gray fullbuster imagine #gray fullbuster fanfiction #natsu dragneel #juvia lockser #kagura mikazuchi #erza scarlet #natsu x lucy fanfiction #fairy tail

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smoaking-greenarrow · 6 years

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Arrow Out of Context prompts!

“I guess from now on I’ll be watching you pee.”

Oliver couldn’t deny that the tiny blonde girl was gorgeous, but he was surprised to see her. After slipping past six of his mother’s assigned body guards, they’d only gotten bigger and meaner looking with each new one.

Clearly the company that worked for his family was well-informed about his talent for escaping the detail.

As the son of the mayor, he’d grown up with the protection. So he’d become an expert at avoiding them; choosing the right moment to sneak out, knowing when it would work and when it wouldn’t. Since the most recent bodyguard had looked like he smashed heads and ate them for breakfast in between his body building competitions, the last thing he expected was the little blonde to be waiting in his kitchen that morning.

He hadn’t been able to stop glancing at her all day.

Felicity.

Even her name was sexy.

On a good day, he would have ditched her by now. On a bad day, he’d still be gone by lunch. But sitting in Big Belly Burger with his best friend Tommy, he had very little desire to go anywhere else. Felicity was reading a newspaper on the other side of the restaurant and drinking coffee. He could see her smiling down at the cartoon section…and it was all the entertainment he needed.

Oliver could tell that she was new. She had a nervous edge about her, and he’d almost asked her if his mother had requested her personally. But he didn’t want to shake her confidence even more. He was almost positive that this was Moira’s smartest plan yet. Instead of hiring a scarier looking giant than the last, she probably asked for this girl, assuming that Oliver wouldn’t mind being near her. This gorgeous girl…knowing that he wouldn’t want to bail on her company.

It was smart. As impressed as he was by his mother’s conniving plans, he was also irritated by it. He didn’t want to get the girl in trouble at her new job, and he knew that John Diggle always gave the newbies a hard time when Oliver escaped their surveillance.

Despite the fact that he’d done it to the majority of his staff by the time he was sixteen, Dig liked to use it as some kind of hazing initiation. He frowned down at his burger, not knowing if it would upset the girl to be teased by her coworkers.

Oliver glanced up at the door again, where she was sitting, her body angled at the door but her eyes on him as she sipped her coffee. “Dude,” Tommy said, snapping his fingers in front of his face. “I get it. Your bodyguard is a smoke show. Stop staring.”

Oliver pursed his lips, leaning towards his best friend, “you don’t think it’s weird that she is a bodyguard?”

Tommy turned around to study her, not a hint of remorse on his face when her eyes met his and she blinked, clearly uncomfortable under his scrutiny. She lifted her eyebrow at his best friend, and Tommy gave her a flirtatious smirk.

Oliver didn’t like the surge of jealousy that ran through him, nor was he familiar with it. He kicked his friend under the table, “Okay, enough.”

“You’re right.” Was Tommy’s only response, along with a shrug.

Oliver’s eyes met Felicity’s now, and she smiled at him. Oliver groaned, “I haven’t felt guilty about ditching a bodyguard since Dig had to fire Slade Wilson.”

Tommy chuckled as he took a bite of his burger, “Wilson couldn’t find us for an entire weekend.”

“We got on a plane and went to Florida.”

Tommy was still smiling like a devil, “I know, that was an awesome weekend. It wasn’t our fault Mr. Wilson couldn’t keep up.”

Oliver sighed, glancing at the girl again. He knew that Diggle wouldn’t fire her for losing track of him. It was mostly expected at this point, a right of passage… plus he didn’t have any plans to leave the state while under her supervision.

He glanced at her again, and she gave him another smile. This one was timid, and he swore he saw her blushing when she noticed how intently he watched her. But he couldn’t help it.

Oliver couldn’t control the smile that pulled at his lips in return. Damn, she was gorgeous. Most of his bodyguards didn’t have blonde hair, pretty blue eyes, and an ass like that… let alone painted red lips and one of the cutest smiles he’d ever seen.

Her smile? He needed to get a grip. Lips were one thing. A girl’s ass was a given, but he had never given a damn about a woman’s smile.

Tommy’s laughter broke through his thoughts as Felicity glanced down at her coffee, her tongue coming out between her red lips. Oliver’s eyes reluctantly flickered to his friend, his face dropping and a flush rushing up his neck. “What?” He snapped.

“She’s playing you.”

Oliver cocked his head to the side, “How so?”

“Dig’s team knows how you work, Ollie.” Tommy said, shaking his head as he continued to eat. “You’re used to the meat heads who puff up their chests to try to intimidate you. But there are other ways to make sure a guy like you behaves.”

Glancing at Felicity again while she read the paper, Oliver pointed a finger at her, leaning towards his friend, “you think that woman is flirting with me so that I won’t run off?”

“I think your handler is being resourceful.” Tommy said with a wicked grin.

Oliver sighed, realizing that Tommy was probably right. If his mom had hired Felicity with the same idea, maybe she was on board with it. But damn, was that disappointing. He’d really been hoping that she was interested. “See you tonight.” He said to his friend, getting up from the table.

He could hear Tommy’s laughter as he headed for the bathroom.

Once in the men’s room, he knew exactly how to push on the rusty window to get it to open. He’d escaped through the bathroom of Big Belly Burger plenty of times.

As soon as his feet were on the pavement, he smiled to himself, taking in a breath of fresh air.

Easy as pie.

He knew he couldn’t take the car since Felicity was right in front of the window, so he opted for scaling the fence from the back alley and catching a cab.

He’d be home in less than fifteen minutes, and then Tommy and Felicity would probably storm in a few minutes later. He’d only met her a few hours ago, and he hadn’t seen anything more than anxious smiles on her face, but he could picture her mad…and it was pretty hot. In his head at least.

As Oliver dropped to the pavement, he was startled by someone clearing their throat right beside him. His eyes darted to the left, seeing Felicity leaning against the brick wall. She raised her eyebrows, unsurprised and unimpressed.

“I guess from now on I’ll be watching you pee.” She said, pushing off of the wall. Oliver quirked an eyebrow, and she cringed. “Never mind,” she recovered quickly. “Are you ready to head home, Mr. Queen?” She asked sweetly.

Oliver smiled at her, “Impressive, Smoak.”

“I don’t think you’re as clever as you think you are.” She countered, smirking back at him with all of the flirtation that he swore he’d been feeling earlier.

She was definitely flirting with him.

Oliver stepped away, walking backwards out of the alley and lifting his eyebrows at her, “I’ll see you at home, Felicity.”

She shook her head slowly, following after him. She watched him hesitantly, like she wasn’t sure if he’d start running or not.

He could see the moment she got an idea in her head. Felicity licked her lips, drawing his eyes to it as if she’d done it on purpose. And he was too focused on her mouth to notice when she kicked her foot out, catching his ankles before he even knew what was happening.

Just as quickly, he was laying on his back, looking up at her face as she landed on top of him.

Oliver let out a breath of surprise. She’d somehow pinned him to the ground without him feeling a thing. But now that the cool concrete was beneath his back, he blinked up at her. Felicity smiled, “Don’t underestimate me, Mr. Queen.”

“Oliver,” he sighed, disbelief in his voice. Not only had she gracefully pulled that move, but she’d totally turned him on in the process. Of course she did, her body was still pressed against his.

“Are you ready to head home, Oliver?” She asked again, cocking her head to the side.

She still wasn’t getting off of him, and her confidence was sexy as hell. He nodded, not taking his eyes off of her. “Yeah, as long as you teach me how to do that.”

He’d had handlers his whole life and had never cared to learning how to fight. Dig had showed him the basics of self-defense on a couple of rainy afternoons when he was a teenager, but that was out of boredom, not interest.

But the idea of Felicity doing that to him again, and of her showing him other moves like it, was extremely appealing.

She smirked before getting up and pulling him with her.

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not-close-to-straight · 7 years

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Ducks in a Row (WinterIron)

Nobody thought anything about it when Tony returned to the tower holding a basket full of eggs.

The guy did random things all the time and the team had all learned to keep their side eyeing to a minimum and just let him be. For all his quirks, Tony was still the best person most of them had ever known, so things like carrying a basket full of eggs around? Not even worth blinking about.

It got a little weirder when Clint announced he was hungry and thank God Tony had brought eggs-- because Tony exploded into a yelling fit about how if Clint even so much as looked at his eggs and felt the slightest bit hungry Tony was going to rig his arrows with stink bombs and make sure Clint couldn't go anywhere without someone commenting on how badly he smelled.

“Tony.” Natasha, who was trying hard not to laugh at the shock on her boyfriends face, motioned towards the basket. “Why can't Clint eat those eggs?”

“Because they are duck eggs!” Tony nearly shrieked. “I saved them and they are mine!”

“Steve.” Sam elbowed the Captain. “So… are we going to have pet ducks now?”

“You know I don't know.” Steve said tiredly, rubbing his face. “I only tell Tony what to do on the field. I have no control over his shenanigans in the Tower. If he wants to raise ducks...that’s fine.”

“You’re damn right that's fine.” Tony sniffed before sweeping out the door dramatically.

“Do you really think he would mess with my arrows?” Clint asked nervously and Natasha sent him a pointed glare.

“Don't test him, because if you think I'm letting you into my bed smelling like a stink bomb, you are mistaken my love.”

“Rude.” Clint muttered. “Sam, you wanna go for a run? Or maybe go get some where that I can actually eat the eggs without fearing for my life?”

“Yeah I'm down. You coming, Cap?” Sam clapped Steve on the shoulder. “Your star-spangled ass should get us a discount right? Senior plus veteran? Breakfast should be free.”

“Sure thing, guys. Bucky, you want to come?” Steve lowered his voice, keeping it soft as he spoke to Bucky, who had been sitting in silence this entire time.

“No.” Bucky replied shortly, and no one was really surprised.

He had only been at the tower for a few months, and even though his Winter Soldier conditioning was technically broken and he was technically Bucky again, he still had a hard time separating himself from the Soldier. Flashbacks were a near daily struggle, and the simplest things could trigger him, resulting in either a meltdown in the quiet of his private room, or a violent outburst if he was surrounded by too many people.

Needless to say, everyone tread lightly around Bucky, afraid of setting him off. Even Steve treated him carefully, like he was going to break, or worse-- like Bucky was going to break someone else. Steve always invited him wherever they went, but Bucky knew better than to put himself out in public where anything or anyone could put him over the edge so it was easier for everyone if he just didn't go along.

“No.” he said again, but this time he tried to smile a little at Steve, gratified when his best friend smiled back.

“Alright, Buck. We will be back in a few hours, okay?”

He grunted in reply, and sat unmoving in his chair until the men had left and Natasha had wandered off somewhere.

The Bucky silently stood to his feet and headed downstairs to the lab.

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Tony had the eggs under a warming type of lamp in the lab as JARVIS gave detailed instructions to build a next for the eggs and an appropriate area for when the chicks hatched.

Tony didn't know what had prompted him to gather the eggs up after seeing the mother duck get snatched by a fox. Maybe it was the whole abandonment thing? Or the orphan thing? Or maybe (and probably) he was just bored and needed a distraction.

Baby ducks would be distracting and frankly, fairly adorable, and they would need some care so it was a win- win for everyone involved.

Tony didn't say anything when the lab doors slid open, or when Bucky dropped onto the couch in the corner of his lab. All he did was wait until Bucky met his eyes before offering a friendly smile and going right back to work.

It had been going on for a few weeks now--- Bucky silently walking into Tony’s lab, sitting almost stock still on the couch for several hours as he watched, and then silently leaving. Tony didn't know why the man had started coming downstairs. Honestly he didn't think they had even said more than a dozen words to each other since Steve had brought Bucky home, but that was due mostly to the fact that Tony spend almost all of his time right here in his lab. The other time was spent trying to battle whatever ridiculous super villain was running amok or schmoozing it up at charity events and press conferences, and none of those things left a lot of room for “get to know you” conversations.

Tony knew Bucky was uneasy around everyone in the tower-- even Steve, which made him completely sad-- but for whatever reason, the big soldier had decided that Tony didn't pose a threat, and chose to spend most of his days just sitting quietly and watching.

Tony was fine with it.

Bucky was sort of terrifying, what with that metal arm and long hair and piercing blue eyes.

But Bucky was also hot as hell, what with that metal arm that Tony was itching to work on, and long hair that begged to be pulled, and blue eyes that always hovered somewhere between staring into Tony's soul, and undressing him visually.

So yeah. Tony was fine with it.

So he just kept working, chatting at the unhatched eggs, arguing good naturedly with JARVIS when he disagreed on the dimensions of the habitat for the ducklings, and glancing every once in a while at the soldier on the couch.

This was fine. ****************** ****************** Tony hadn't come out of his lab in three days, and the team decided it was time to go check on him. There had been several times that Tony had literally worked until he was asleep on his feet, but three days was pushing it.

Tony was fine. Laying on the floor and giggling himself half to death as six downy, fluffy ducklings climbed all over him-- but he was fine.

“What the hell?” Clint was the first to say anything, like usual, and Tasha poked him.

“Shut up. This is the cutest thing I think I've ever seen.”

“Uh, I'm gonna second that.” Sam commented, watching their favorite genius picking up the ducklings one by one and nuzzling into their little faces before putting them back in the (outrageously huge) habitat/enclosure he had built them. “Tony. Hows it going?”

“They hatched two days ago!” Tony sounded delighted. “And I think they imprinted on me! Watch this!” He scooted around the outskirts of the enclosure and the team watched with huge grins as the ducklings all raced to follow him as fast as they could. “They think I'm their momma!”

“I feel like this is weird.” Steve rubbed at the back of his neck. “But look how happy he is.”

“Look, Cap.” Sam lowered his voice and motioned to the corner, where Bucky was sitting. “Did you know Bucky was here?”

“I did not.” Steve raised his eyebrows curiously. “Look at that. If I didn't know better I'd almost think--”

“Maybe Bucky likes Tony?”

“Yeah.”

Bucky was leaning forward on the couch, hands folded between his knees as he stared at Tony and the ducklings. Then he smiled, slow and happy and Steve pressed a hand over his suddenly aching heart because he hadn't seen Bucky smile like that since before the fall from the train.

“Buck, look!” Tony had picked up one of the ducklings and crossed right over to the couch, placing it gently in Bucky's left hand. “You should name this one.”

Sam and Steve exchanged wide eyed looks.

“Uh, maybe Tony likes Bucky too.”

******************** ******************** Tony didn't know what had possessed him to hand Bucky one of the babies.

Maybe it was the way Bucky smiled as he watched, or the way he leaned forward like he wanted to engage or something. But either way, Tony just plopped down on the couch and handed the soldier a little ball of feathers.

Bucky froze up, going perfectly still until the little thing leaned down and pecked at his palm before making a thoroughly pissed off sounding peep.

“I think he’s hungry!” Tony laughed. “I have some ground up pasty stuff that we can feed them. But you should give him a name at least.”

Bucky glanced up at Tony shyly then back down at the tiny bird. “Tank.”

“Tank?” Tony ran a gentle finger over the baby. “Tank. Alright. You gonna be a big tough guy, Tank? Like your Uncle Buck?”

“Uncle Buck?” Bucky was too startled to not respond to that, and Tony shrugged.

“Well sure. Why not?”

“Oh.” Bucky said quietly. “Alright.”

He held Tank for another minute before putting him carefully back in Tony's palm. “Thank you.”

“For what?” Tony wasn't even looking at him, holding Tank over his heart so the little bird could feel his heartbeat.

“Just… thank you.”

************************* ************************* “Come on babies!” Tony called cheerfully, stepping out of the elevator and into the common area, waiting patiently for his entourage to follow him out. “Come on. Hurry up. Momma doesn't have all day. Maria and Peggy, come on. Donald and Daffy you next. Pixie. Tank. Come on.”

One by one the ducklings-- who were damn near full grown ducks by now-- filed out of the elevator, quacking quietly and falling into line behind Tony as he headed towards the kitchen for some fresh water.

And last out of the elevator was Bucky, bending down to pick up Tank, and following behind the other ducks.

“Okay, someone please admit that this is getting out of control.” Clint said, eyeing Donald suspiciously as the duck veered out of the line and made a dash for Clint’s bare foot. “Damn it! This thing hates me!”

“Probably because you tried to eat him.” Steve said without looking up from his book. “He probably remembers you.”

“From when he was an egg?” Clint pushed the duck away carefully. “Get back in line you little flying---”

“Are you insulting my ducks?” Tony asked loudly and Clint shook his head, calling back, “Wouldn't dream of it, Tony!”

“That's what I thought. Buck, bring Tank here so I can give him a vitamin.”

“Alright, honey.” Bucky said quietly and brought his favorite duck into the kitchen. “These guys are about ready to take off huh?”

“Yeah.” Tony frowned as he held up a vitamin for Tank to eat. “I don't want to think about it.”

“You know the habitat is a good place. Lots of other ducks.”

“I know. But I won't be there.” Tony kept frowning even as Bucky put Tank down and washed his hands. “And besides, what am I gonna do when they are gone?”

“Well.” Bucky cleared his throat, looking around a little anxiously before leaning a closer. “You could let me take you to dinner?”

“Yeah?” Tony raised an eyebrow. “When did you decide you wanted to do that?”

“Long time ago.” Bucky shrugged.

“Was it when I let you name Tank?” Tony challenged and Bucky smiled.

“Probably.”

“Aw Buck, that's the cutest shit ever.” Tony teased, trying not to sound too sarcastic. Even after nearly six months of raising the ducks together, Bucky was still shy and quiet and worried about being triggered, so Tony was gentle and careful with everything he said.

It had been a surprise to everyone, and maybe even to Bucky, when he had started caring for the ducklings, but one day he just… did. And suddenly he and Tony were spending hours together every day, and then they were eating their dinners together as the ducklings swam in the (outrageously big) pool Tony had set up for them. And then Bucky was showing up for team meals, sitting right next to Tony and then maybe their hands were brushing under the table--

---It had been the slowest moving flirtation of Tony's life, and it was awesome.

Who knew ducks were what it would take to bring Bucky further and further away from his Winter Soldier conditioning and back into who he used to be? He was even talking and laughing with Steve now, and every time Tony saw it he kind of wanted to tear up because it was so good to see.

“So… dinner?” Bucky asked hopefully and Tony nodded, distracted for a second when Pixie bumped up against his leg.

“Hold on baby, momma’s talking to your Uncle-- to your dad.” his eyes lit up when Bucky outright laughed. “Yes to dinner. But not until after we get them to the habitat next week.”

“Sure thing, sugar.” Bucky grinned, and Tony grinned and they stood there just grinning at each other until Donald starting quacking aggressively.

“Oh, sorry honey. Alright, lets go ducks. Come on.” Tony reluctantly turned away from Bucky and headed back out of the kitchen and to the elevator.

The ducks all fell in line behind him, single file, one right after the other, seeming like they were staring up at him in adoration.

And bringing up the rear was Bucky, who was definitely staring at Tony in adoration.

The team waited until the elevator doors had closed before turning back to each other.

“Alright.” Natasha said with a sigh. “Who had Bucky falling in love with Tony because they bonded over the ducks?”

“Me.” Steve raised his hand and they all groaned, fishing out money and tossing it at him. “Totally knew I'd win that bet.”

#winteriron #quick fic #prompt fill #tony stark #bucky barnes

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moodymindymusereactions · 7 years

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When their crush kisses their pain away

I might have gone a little overboard, I apologize. Especially with the word “Boo-boo”. I’m just imagining these grown ass men using it and cackling like a crazy person. ;)

Mark:

Can you imagine? Like really imagine kissing his pain away? This bub is already shy, shy, shy! Let’s set the scene, yeah? He’s just done one of his fantastic flips, but instead of landing on his feet firmly, he stumbles and falls. Now he has a bruised knee! If you rushed over to him in worry, that first and foremost is going to make his heart flutter. The mere fact that you worry about him is enough to make him giddy, let alone when, after he insists he’s fine, you still lean forward and press a gentle kiss to his throbbing knee. I think his reaction would depend on what kind of relationship you have with him. If you are just his crush (I say just, but really can you imagine how freakin awesome it would be if he had a crush on you? Ugh, nope, I’m not biased at all!), he’s going to get really shy and giggly. You know that giggle, right? The one that’s hella adorable and just...omg melt me like some cotton candy in water! Yeah, that one! His face will probably turn a tint of pink and if the guys are there you can definitely expect some hoots and hollers. Mark is the type to appreciate the gesture for sure, albeit a little awkwardly. Fear not! This one will likely return the favor at some point. If you both have been in the relationship for a while, then you can expect him to probably either start laughing and ask you what you’re doing or to just simply coo happily at you. He’s a muffin, this guy! “Awww, baby, did you just kiss my boo-boo away?” *cue blushing you* “I think it’s sweet. Thank you, baby.” *and cue warm, cuddle hug*

JB:

Flustered. That’s it. Jaebum seems like the type to be well composed, right? I mean, we all know he’s a goober, but like, he’s still fairly well composed. You can kiss that goodbye...literally. Not only will he have the rest of GOT7 ‘ooo’ing and ‘aaaww’ing at the two of you, much to his embarrassment, but there’s also the fact that he’s still trying to process the fact that you actually kissed his injury. When he slipped during the dance battle with Yugyeom, he didn’t think you would kiss his smarting shoulder delicately. He’s tickled pink, as they say! That flustered expression on his face is just so adorable! I mean you are his crush and you just laid your lips on him! Of course, he’ll turn and snap at the other boys to go do something somewhere else, which will make it seem like you’ve upset him, but he’ll quickly reassure you that he appreciated and quite enjoyed your affectionate peck. So you have flustered Jaebum, right? Well, that’s not all! Jaebum’s a bit Tsundere, so even though he’ll say things like ‘You don’t have to do that’ or ‘Why are you like this’ deep down he’s thoroughly enjoying the moment. He’s someone who likes to bask in the affection and attention you shower upon him. I mean, of course, he would right? He only has a crush on you! He’s a sensitive guy....on the inside of course! “A-ah, you don’t have to do that, it’s really okay.” “Oh, well, I mean, if you don’t want me to, I guess I--,” *clears throat loudly, looking anywhere but at you* “I-I never said that!”

Jinyoung:

Savage teasing! OMG the just endless teasing from this guy! You know how he is. But here’s the thing, okay? Jinyoung loves the attention! Loves it! It makes him feel all giddy inside. Like, who else would you even do that for? The kids he’s hoping to have with you one day, sure, but anyone else? Hell no! The fact that you chose him to plant those lovely lips on, makes him swell with pride. He’s liked you for awhile and he’s not going to waste such an opportune moment. So imagine this: you came by with ice cream for the guys because it’s super hot outside and the guys have been practicing their new routines for an upcoming comeback. Halfway through one of the dances, he slips and falls, landing oddly on his wrist. Everyone is super ‘oh no!’ and ‘are you okay’ but he ignores them and teases you saying ‘y/n-ah, aren’t you going to kiss it better?’ I mean, it’s totally up to you if you do or not, but the second Bam starts hopping up and down beside you, his own wrist extended, excitedly crying ‘me, too! Me, too!’, Jinyoung is going to plant his hand over the younger’s face and shove him away. Let’s face it. Jinyoung loves to tease you, yes, but those lips of yours will touch no one but his own or the kids he’s already naming for the future. He doesn’t care about the competition out there, either. He’s convinced he’s got you right where he wants you, especially when you turn that pretty color when you blush. “Oh! Me, too! Me, too!” *gets aggressively shoved out of the way* “Yeah, you’re funny. She’s not kissing anyone but me.” (oh, and you can expect him to return the favor if you ever get a “boo-boo” ;P)

Jackson:

The biggest most adoring smile ever! We all know this guy is a puppy at heart, but can you imagine the kind of puppy he’d be if he had a major crush on someone? The mere fact that you want to make him feel better after getting his fingers shut in a door (courtesy of Mark, oops!) makes him feel all warm and gooey inside. You, his crush, want him to feel better so you KISS HIS FINGERS!!! Yeah, he’s mentally freak the f out. The second your lips touch his smarting fingers, *BOOM* aegyo galore! He’s not going to be able to resist how absolutely adorable you are! Even if it was early in the morning and you’d left for work or school or whatever, he’s going to smile all day. Literally. Nothing is going to bring this guy down today! He thinks the world of you and you just made his century. Like Jinyoung, however, Jackson is not going to share you with any of the boys. No ‘magical kisses’ for them! Unlike Jinyoung, however, instead of aggressing the boys, he’s going to probably snatch you up and run away with you dangling over his shoulder. I can see it now and I’m cringing with cuteness! He’s definitely the type to return the favor, too. He’ll try to be all gallant, like a true knight in shining armor, and just pepper the injured area with a couple dozen kisses. I mean, this is Jackson we’re talking about. He’s literally one of the cutest people on the planet. Honestly, I’m more surprised that you don’t know he has a crush on you...“OMG, y/n!!!!!!!” *Jackson squealing, God save your ears* “You’re so cute!!! Come ‘ere!” *cue bear hug for days)

Youngjae:

Mush! 100% bonafide mush! This guy would malfunction every time you did this. If Youngjae is anything like I think he is, which is a lot like me, and that’s really accident prone, you would be gifting his injuries your magical kiss quite often. This guy is precious (so for the love of all things pure in the world, be gentle with him) and he loves you to pieces, not that he’s telling you that! He loves your intricacies and he loves your quirks. Although he’s hella shy about it, he also loves your healing kisses, too. He’s counted his lucky stars that so far that he hasn’t injured himself or fallen while the two of you were present with the other guys, but he knows it’s coming. It has to happen eventually and he’s already dying of the embarrassment. The truth is he loves your kisses in general, and he may or may not have had several dreams of you kissing him somewhere other than an injury, but again he's not telling you this! Even though they short circuit his brain and turn him into a babbling pile of goo, he pretty much craves the feeling of your lips on his skin (*wink*think pure thoughts*wink*). He used to be so annoyed when he’d run into a table with his hip, or turn so fast his fingers slap the door frame, but now he has you to kiss them and make them feel better. He almost looks forward to his mindless injuries. Honestly, though, your kisses mean a lot to him. It shows him how much you love him in return and the way you fuss over him only makes him fall harder for you. With each one he receives, he slowly gains more confidence to one day ask you to be his. Heaven help anyone who tries anything with you before that time comes. “y/n-ah?” “Yes?” “Will you always give me kisses like that?” “Oh, well, as long as you want me to, of course!” “Good, so when we’re old and gray and break my hip, you have to kiss it better, alright?” “Wait, what?” *cue blushing from both parties*

BamBam:

He’d probably attack you with kisses right back. Bam isn’t one to give a damn who’s there. He’s going to smother you in kisses until you’re both a giggling mess on the floor. I mean, this is Bam we’re talking about here. I honestly don’t know how he could have a crush on anyone and them not know it. Bam strikes me as someone who is very obvious with his feelings, but I could be wrong! He was just being a dork, waving his arms around wildly and the WHAM! He slapped his fingers on the table (ouch! I’ve done that so many times!!!! Where are my kisses?!). Bam would instantly turn into a drama king and drop to the floor and roll around some more. Honestly, to even kiss this guy’s aching fingers, you’ll have to get him to lay still, which might lead you to sit on him. I’m just saying, but this kid doesn’t have an innocent mind. You know it, I know it, we all know it. Don’t even try to deny it! The moment you got his hand in yours and kissed those fingers, he’ll probably go completely still. Just picture it: that shook expression on his face, eyes wide, mouth slightly open. Enjoy it cuz it’s going to be gone in about .2 seconds. Then, as I stated before, he’s going to tackle you and smother you in thankful kisses. Better hope it's just the two of you because if you think the other guys aren’t going to tease you, you are so wrong! And to top it all off, this guy isn’t going to be bothered in the slightest. He’ll just join them in the teasing. “You’re so sweet! I have a bruise on my elbow will you kiss that, too? Oh! What about the one on my shin?! Will you kiss all my boo-boos?” *cue puppy dog eyes*

Yugyeom:

Oh, this one. I feel like he would find it super amusing, but also super sweet. He’d happy cringe if it happened in front of the guys only because the boys will tease him endlessly about it and the giant crush he’s been harboring for you. Truthfully, though, he craves your kisses and any other physical interactions. Yugyeom strikes me as someone who is full of warmth and affection but is a little bit shy in the beginning of the relationship, never mind a crush. I feel like if you kissed say his knee that he fell awkwardly on during his solo practice or something early on in the relationship or before you knew he liked you, he would get super flustered and stuttery. If you did it further into the relationship, after he’s opened up a bit more to skinship and whatnot, I feel like he’d be a lot like a good combo of Bam and Jackson. Like he’d tease you and ask you to kiss all his injuries, but he’d also get super gooey and mushy over it, too. To him, it’s one of the sweetest things you could have ever done and he eats that shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner! Honestly, it would be totally worth it to kiss his injuries cuz I guarantee it leads to intense cuddle sessions. He will want you to know just how much he appreciates you fretting over him and wanting to make him feel better. “Awwww, jagi, why are you so cute?! I feel so much better now!” *cue snuggly hug* (ps. Don’t expect to go anywhere for a while. You’ll be on any comfortable surface until he’s done cuddling).

--Admin MM

#got7 reactions #got7 scenarios #got7 #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions

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honeyedmilks · 7 years

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i’ve debated a lot on addressing this but it’s the second reply like this made by blogger @labiotte so i thought i should. these replies where made at this post of mine. it’s nearly three am but here i go on my wonky rant.

look, i don’t at all disagree with the fact that any of that stuff happens, and trust me- i’m no fan of it either. but can i first of all make clear that that post of mine was to acknowledge some positivity in korean dramas.

now, yes there are a lot of terrible male leads and characters but that shouldn’t negate the fact that there are nice boys in korean dramas too. there are lots of boys who don’t do many of those things described in your reply. the way you made your point was worded in a way where i think you meant to mock me for thinking that any of the men in korean dramas could be soft. i don’t appreciate that. you can make a post of your own highlighting these issues that almost every kdrama viewer acknowledges and feels.

here are some examples of lovely men; baek in ho from cheese in the trap who said these iconic lines. baek in ho himself was a wonderful male character. someone’s made a whole appreciation post for him. i could go on about him for ages. he doesn’t take sexist shit, disrespectful things said to women, and he’s just lovely.

you have people like joon hyung, though i don’t agree at all with his first kiss scene with bok joo, from weightliftig fairy who cried because his mum basically abandoned him when he was a child and when she came to see him and his current for family- it was for money. he missed her a lot and was ready to welcome her back into his life, thinking she loved him and missed him just as much. when he found out the truth he felt embarrassed for himself and hid away for hours and found comfort as he cried and explained to his worried girlfriend about how he felt. he was a cute and lovely boyfriend, both supportive and sweet.

you have one of the softest people in the world- the grim reaper from goblin, or grimsie as i call him. do i really have to explain what made him soft and sensitive and lovely? i don’t think so. i think lee dong wonk cried enough to fill a bucket for me. he cried for sunny, for the things he did in his past life, cried out of guilt, cried when eun tak died, when shin died… he bent all of his rules for his friends even though he’s seemingly uptight. do people forget the cutest thing? the fact that it was his idea to buy eun tak that ice cream cake?

there’s also shin from goblin too, a man who was also a little fragile inside. he fell to his knees when his bride died, sobbed, and sobbed. he was a renowned general in goryeo and fought countless battles but managed to be the biggest dork when it came to just about everything else. he gets drunk off of one beer and blooms flowers when he spends time with the love of his life. he said that meeting eun tak was the reward of his life. not immortality or powers- eun tak. he’s said he would always prefer to help little children first. he cried reading a contract he knew he couldn’t uphold. he made apple rabbits for a sad grim reaper. he’s a cute boyfriend. he would rather live an eternity alone but have at least a few lives with eun tak.

there’s ho goo from hoo goo’s love who cried when he saw a women he basically loved give birth, praised her for her strength, understood the strength of woman from his lovely father who was just as soft as him, helped her through labour in the most endearing way, like seriously, was a kind son, is overall a cutie who gets jelly legs from (non forced) kisses, appreciates his mother even more after witnessing the miracle of birth, and the best friend of the littlest baby.

there’s hae joon jae from legend of the blue sea. he was a silly drunk, helped a girl he didn’t even know and even though he stole from her, he went back for her. he helped her and fed her and gave her back the thing he took. you should just see the cute, ridiculous, kind things he does. he is so gentle? he cried when his mum vanished and harboured no ill will against her, he just missed her and wanted to be reunited with her. changed for the better for the girl he loved and for himself as he went from con man to civil servant. thought his girlfriend was cool and nice, loved her as she was when she worried he wouldn’t. he wanted to protect her secret, and allowed himself to be weak in front of her. in his past life he was a cool guy who saved a mermaid from the clutches of a gross ass man.

there’s also jung hwa from reply 1988 who was a tsundre type and a little abrasive but he really was just shy and lovely and a great son who loved his dork brother and dork friends. he never really confessed to the girl he loved after he found out one of his best friends liked her too. he cried when his brother was getting a heart operation, cried when he couldn’t get his feelings straight and do something about them until he found he was too late. in fact so many of the boys and relationships in this show were soft. even the grown men and fathers were lovely.

there’s park do kyung who had to deal with the trauma of his father dying in front of him as a child and trying to recover his dead body and take him somewhere safe. do kyung was kind, not at all an inherently bad person, and was only ever violent when in pain or angered but he was never the kind of person to attack anyone innocent and nor did he ever threaten oh hae young. in fact there are lots of reasons to like do kyung. because he’s so soft spoken and shy, but at the same time… he was a man with high work standards and a hard worker who didn’t take slackers. he looked out for oh hae young when he saw iffy stuff, that’s one example of many; he’s sped home to get her out of reach from a stranger who was following her, he’s driven out of work to make sure she didn’t jump in front of a car. he was also a good friend, a kind person, he was dorky said cute things, and he had a pack of loyal male friends who trailed after him and tried to cheer him up as he dealt with his mistakes. he cried from guilt and then pain as he hurt and lost the women he loved. he never wanted to hurt her.

and there are lots of other examples of cute and soft and nice and unharmful and good and emotional men who aren’t mean and horrible and problematic that i could mention.

but i never say that kdrama boys don’t have their faults, i don’t love how they talk about women sometimes, i hate their wrist grabbing and other such nonsense but please do not say that every man is like that, and you’re tone does imply that i’m an idiot for believing so. like i said, feel free to make your own post. this post i made was directed towards those kind of boys. it was made for positivity and acknowledgement of those boys, and that kind of negativity doesn’t belong there in my opinion.

#this is sooo long and so badly written but fuck it!#thank you to the lovely network squad for helping me pull out receipts!!! ily!!!#sorry for any typos!!#kdramanetwork #tumbly talks #i was mad tbh #i was enraged #i was-#kdrama #tumbly talks: kdrama edition

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paniccord-ff · 7 years

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24. Part 3

Staring at myself touching the side of my face “you happy with the cut?” I have just had my hair shaven and all stubble gone, I look like a baby again “yeah I do, I think the grown-out hair look was going redundant anyways. I needed the clean-shaven look” I look good anyways “you about to have busy day today ain’t you, I been hearing a few things” turning the TJ “have you? I have a few things happening today, I am sure you will see” Rylee and I kind of woke up late, I only woke up because TJ called me and now I am behind. I need to call Mijo, I need his help today more than ever “I will be watching” smiling wide grabbing my phone from the side “and here we go” hearing the buzzer go off “you good to pack up, I am just going to answer that” walking around the middle island “who is that?” Rylee questioned “you will see” jogging towards the door, opening the door wide “EJ” I said, I haven’t see this guy since what happened in Vegas “Chris” seeing Tamia behind him “I don’t want things to be awkward between us, I never knew anything as I said on the phone” he actually called me, he apologised to me “I believe that you didn’t know anything, I do. Just don’t ever want to hear or see Munchie ok?” EJ nodded his head “I have not spoken to her since, I have bought Antone with me. He is just bringing the outfits in, shall we get to work then?” moving back opening the door wider for them to come in.

Walking behind EJ as he walked in, I want to see Rylee’ reaction. If she is upset about it then they are going now, they have to leave “EJ? I thought I wouldn’t ever see you again” Rylee said in shock “I can’t stay away girl, I am happy your man said I can come. I promise you now if you told me I would have got him for you. I mean he is huge but still, look. I don’t want to speak about it so let’s move on and get you ready for the BET awards?” Rylee doesn’t look upset so I am good “yes” Rylee walked over to EJ “I don’t hold it against you, I never did” they both hugged “I missed you girl, I have found an outfit for you. I am sure you will love it too” let me go and speak to Mijo real quick, walking around EJ and Rylee. I need to make sure he comes after we leave, pressing my phone to my ear. Walking towards my garage “fool” Mijo said down the phone “nice to know you’re awake” closing the door behind me “it’s in the afternoon and Mylen woke me up, I told him that we had a mission today. Mission Breezy house and he couldn’t sleep” Mylen is crazy “good, so you know what to do? Just let the people into my house and they will do their thing. After the BET awards, we will be back” rubbing my forehead “I will, I know nigga. How you feeling? You must be nervous, this ain’t no private proposal. This is live on TV, you are crazy” why is Mijo telling me this, I am trying to not think of it like that “you know I rarely get nervous but this, I just hope I don’t fuck up. Rylee doesn’t know anything though, pray for me” I am just nervous in something going wrong.

Hearing my house buzzer go off again, I just sat down too “man” getting up from the couch, I thought I could watch last night’s basketball game but I guess not. I can hear the crazies upstairs singing, actually I hope they not in my bedroom “fuck” I have still not moved the ring, I am so stupid. Five-million-dollar ring is in Royalty’ playhouse like it’s nothing, I need to move that. Pulling open my door, my eyes widened seeing my baby mother “special delivery” this is why I got to learn to shut my gate every time someone comes up, now look. Royalty got her arms out to me “you said no clothing, well I bought nothing” picking Royalty out of her arms “look at you pretty girl, I missed you” pressing a kiss to her cheek “please take her ballet class and the party, it’s her friend. You need to stay with her, do not leave her there” I honestly hate this bitch, I had to be so stupid and get her pregnant “I won’t” I mumbled “anything else?” I said, she shook her head “bye my baby” she said, kicking the door shut “we don’t need that” turning around with my daughter in my arms.

I actually dislike how she gave me my daughter in her night clothes, has she even given her a bath. I think she did this to despite me because she has never done this before “you always beautiful anyways” placing Royalty on top of the kitchen unit, ripping off some paper towel from the side. Wetting the paper towel a little “nasty little girl, you got dried boogers. We don’t do that shit here, put your head back baby. Look up” Royalty looked up “up!” she spat, pulling a face wiping the dried boogers from under her nose “ooohhhh ouch!” she clenched her eyes shut saying “that is the cutest thing ever, all gone now. Did momma give you a bath?” placing the paper towel in the trash “no” I hate the bitch so much “I thought not, hmmmm would you like a bath? Why am I even asking you” laughing to myself “so we need to give you a bath, I am new to this. I don’t think we got bubble bath, you like bubbles right?” I said, she nodded “I do showers here. Hmmm, you know what. I think in the second bathroom we do, it’s ok we get you some bubbles” picking up Royalty from the side, I will show that bitch.

Sitting at the side of the bathtub on the floor, I know for a fact I can’t move from this spot now. I found bubble bath, I luckily had it. I think my mom left it behind when she used to live here “smells nice don’t it” I think it’s lavender, not sure actually. Royalty grabbed the side of the bath tub, with her free hand she held out some bubbles to me “what you doing?” she is up to something, she shook her hand over the side and the bubbles fell on my sweatpants “thanks for that baby, I can always trust you to make a mess” watching Royalty gather up the bubbles standing up in the bath “be careful baby” I don’t want her to slip and fall now, reaching up and grabbing her arm just in case. She placed the bubbles on my head “yay! Bubbles” she is crazy.

On my knees at the side of the bathtub “don’t tell Rylee, but I don’t have baby shampoo so there might be tears, I am using her thing. Her hair is good so whatever, I really need to get you something child friendly though. Just close your eyes please, don’t open them” Royalty closed her eyes shut, she is being very patient with me, squirting some of the shampoo in my hand. Rubbing the shampoo in Royalty’ hair “is daddy doing a good job?” I asked, Royalty nodded her head. Dumping the water over her head, Royalty yelped and giggled “was that cold?” she shivered “you can open your pretty little eyes now, I am so glad you are not being a hyper brat. Thank you baby” she is reserving that energy for later I am guessing.

I just put some sweatpants and tee on Royalty “where are you going!?” walking out of Royalty’ bedroom “Lee dad!” I think she heard Rylee talking “but your hair is wet” following behind her, I was about to dry her hair. I mean I don’t even know if that is what I do or do I leave it to dry naturally. Royalty pushed my bedroom door open “oh my gosh look who it is” EJ said, Royalty ran into my room. Walking into my bedroom “you didn’t say she was here, your hair is all wet” Rylee said touching Royalty’ hair “I play with bubbles” Royalty said “did you have a water fight?” Rylee questioned “not exactly, I gave her a bath and it was my first time doing that and I made such a mess but I did it” Rylee cooed at me “aww, I am so proud of you. You should have said, I would have helped. I will clean the mess” Rylee touched Royalty’ wet hair again “well I was going to do her hair but she came here, she heard your voice” EJ smiled at Royalty “leave her with us, we will get her done up” Rylee hasn’t even started getting ready “but you need to get yourself ready?” I said back “so? I am so proud you did this, even though it looks like you made one hell of a mess, just leave her here and do you ok? Leave the mess to me” I can’t wait to marry Rylee, she is the best.

Royalty sat on my lap, she won’t leave my lap because she wants to look pretty too “same” Royalty turned in my lap showing me her red nails “I know, Tamia did a good job on you. We the same” she turned in my lap again “we got a pretty dress for you roro and look at this bag” EJ held up a mini Dior bag “aww that is so cute” Royalty held her hands out “I have it” EJ passed her the bag “say thank you” looking down at the bag, it is so adorable “thank you” Royalty said to him “she adores you doesn’t she, it’s nice” I swear her hair smells like my shampoo, the very shampoo that costs me a hell of a lot of money. Sniffing the top of her head “ok, your dad is a pain in the ass officially” here I am praising him “what he do now?” EJ questioned “he used my shampoo on Royalty’ hair, his bald-headed ass uses it too. Why do men do that?” Tamia snorted laughing “bald-headed? Oh girl, I can’t even deal” Antone laughed shaking his head “am I wrong? He gets a few strands of hair on his head and he think he got a full head” I will let Roro off though “you love him though” Antone said, nodding my head “wouldn’t change him for the world” running my fingers through Royalty’ hair, imagine me with my very own daughter, that would be a blessing.

I thank Chris for so much, he does so much for me. It never goes unnoticed by me. Chris thinks I am doing so much for him but I am not, he thinks me loving his daughter is a lot but it’s not. Me just loving Chris, cooking for him, caring for him. Chris thinks these are big things but honestly it is minor to what he does for me, I feel I don’t do much for him “are you ready for the big reveal?” EJ held up the bag “this is the dress I think you should wear, I custom made it so I am trying to say you have no choice but you do” EJ is making me all excited now, I want to see the dress. Antone unzipped the bag “red nails, red dress, red lipstick” EJ said as he exposed this red dress “it is slightly see through but in all the right parts, it is a beautiful gown. With a little train at the back of this, I promise you it is beautiful. Chris requested me to make something unique” EJ is speaking too much but I actually love it already, I can see myself in it “I love it” I simply said “thank you god, I didn’t want to change the makeup” Tamia spat “oh, was that y’all plan? Get me done up in a red makeup theme, y’all ain’t shit” pointing at them both laughing.

I look so overdone, I don’t know “you can see my nipples” I turned around “so? Bitch you got a nipple pierced that is so kinky” Antone waved me off “honestly, you can barely see it. You look so beautiful, the makeup is so flawless too. You are so blessed with beauty” looking down at my little trail and then the see-through panels “what if I fall over on my trail?” looking up at EJ “you need to get used to this, I am sure your trail is about to be the longest” my eyebrows knitted together “what?” I said confused “I am just saying” EJ said quickly, Tamia hit his arm “give me that dumbass” Tamia took the bracelet from him “anyways, Diamond bracelet for you. Just to top it all off, I think you will steal the show” holding my arm up for Tamia to put the bracelet on “I think I will make sure Chris is dressed” EJ dipped so quickly “what the hell was that all about?” I said, I am confused on what the hell he said “oh ignore him, he didn’t sleep last night so it might be getting to him” letting out an oh “Royalty! Do not touch my heels!” she is being a terror now, she ignored me and continued to try and put them on.

Picking up the white suit jacket from the side, I better be good with this. Imagine getting a little dirt on it, I decided to be different. I am wearing an all-white suit, I want to look good. I usually don’t wear suits for BET but I need to make a statement and I want to match my woman on the red carpet, I had another shower after Royalty making me a mess. I cleaned the mess up myself and I have the ring, let me pick this up from the side. Jogging over to the kitchen counter, grabbing the box. Opening the box and looking at the diamond ring, she better love this. Closing the box and stuffing it in my pocket, taking in a deep breath. The way BET have set it out, I propose before I preform. I am going to be so nervous, I am sweating already “looking good, you two might as well get married straight away” looking up at EJ, he scared me there “don’t get me started, I am sweating already” wiping my forehead “oh don’t, I am telling you now she will say yes. I was sat there watching Rylee with your daughter, to love another man’s child is a lot. No bitches do that anymore, Royalty sat on her lap and them two just were the cutest but check my IG, the video is so cute” EJ has made me feel so much better, he is right.

Squinting my eyes smiling seeing the SUV pull in behind the second SUV, Rylee’ family are here. Carlos got out from the front and opened their back door “thank you young man” hearing Harvey say, seeing Harvey in his suit “looking fly as hell boss, what is this? You outshining a nigga here” I said laughing “only the best you see, I still got it” Kyrie jumped out from the car “you wearing a suit too, look at y’all” placing my arm around Kyrie “I want to see the main attraction, where is boss lady” Harvey held her hand as she got out “oh wow Harvey, look at this house” is the first thing Rose said “you trying to find a new man Mrs Turner? You looking beautiful” Rose touched my arm laughing, leaning down and kissing her cheek “you look so nice Chris, white looks good on you” licking my lips smiling “thank you ma’am, come on in to my home” walking backwards “you have many cars and then I see my daughters” Harvey looked around “this is amazing Chris, beautiful location too. I can’t believe my daughter stays here, where is she?” he asked, walking inside “getting dressed, still. She is taking her time” she been playing around too much that is why.

Kyrie wouldn’t drop it, he wanted his dad to see my room where my car is parked in. Opening the door wide for Harvey to walk in “amazing! Wow, this is so nice” Harvey went over to my Lamborghini, he touched the side of my car “I have seen many homes but this is amazing, I should have stayed here now” Kyrie lifted open my car door “don’t do that” Harvey slapped his hand away “it’s cool, I leave it unlocked. You can sit inside” walking over to my car, pushing the door up more “don’t mind if I do” Harvey slipped into my car, crouching down at the side “I bet this has some power to it, such a dream” he touched the steering wheel “I will let you drive it, I don’t mind. Rylee doesn’t like driving them, she feels nervous and too fast” Harvey’ eyes widened “she can drive these cars?” he questioned “yeah, she drives the Bentley the most, sometimes the Rolls Royce. She can choose” Harvey grinned “you must really love her, these are beautiful cars. I wouldn’t let anyone touch them” getting up from my position, holding my hand out “I know it’s hard to get out of these” Harvey busted out laughing “you know damn well my back went as soon as I got in” laughing as I pulled him out of the car.

EJ walked down the steps with Royalty “Royalty has arrived, slay my little angel” EJ placed her on the ground, I gasped placing my hands over my mouth “oh my god, who is this little girl?” Royalty ran at me with her bag in hand, catching her as she did “why are you getting shy for? You look so beautiful, I love your dress baby. Such pretty hair, oh my gosh. Your nails baby” Royalty is making sure I see everything, she held up her bag “and your bag, oh wow. I love it baby. You beautiful” turning around with her in my arms “she looks so pretty” Rose beamed smiling, walking over to Rose. Sitting down at the side of her, placing Royalty on my lap “who did your hair baby? She has your ears” Rose said, Royalty is so shy “Lee did hair” she whispered “oh wow, is she upstairs still?” Royalty nodded “she red and same” she held her hand out “those are some pretty nails, I did mine too. They are a natural colour” Rose held her hand out, I want to see Rylee now.

Royalty is sat with Rose, she is explaining to Rose about her stupid show. Rose loves it, standing at the side of Carlos and Joe “I want you all to keep a close eye on Rylee, big night for us” I just want things to go perfect for us “finally Rylee, we can go now” Kyrie spat, dragging my eyes away from Joe “I am telling you now I am going to break my ass in this” Rylee complained, her complaining didn’t stop me from feigning over her. Staring at my hazel eyed beauty “oh stop it, you won’t! Just make sure big foot over there don’t step on it, it’s barely a trail” EJ said, Rylee moved her hair back a little and then froze staring at us all staring at her. Licking my lips feeling my mouth getting a little dry “you look so beautiful” I spoke up “you think? Oh mom you’re here, dad too. Look how beautiful you all look” she rushed over to her parents, she is everything and I can’t stop staring at her.

#Chrianna #Chrianna FF #Fanfiction

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Carlton

I won't up early this morning to make my family breakfast. Believe it or not I'm trying here. Having both my girls upset with me is stressful plus my own son schooling me was a bit of a wake up sign.

"And the kiss up begins." Elias walks in. "Waffles huh good choice."

"Have you always been this much of a smart ass?" I put Rebecca plate on the tray with the cup of coffee and bowl of sliced pears.

"Yeah but you wouldn't know that." He smirked pouring himself a cup of juice.

"Look I get you upset or whatever but I'm still you father don't disrespect me boy."

Me being away is doing more than just having my family miss me. I'm starting to feel like a step dad. When all this album stuff is over they see it all was worth it. The long hours and all!

Before I start my way to my wife and I room my princess came down.

"Your here?"

"Yeah I live here don't I?" I pinch her cheek. Usually she would smile and blush.

"I don't know I thought you moved into your office." She walked by me.

"Ok you both need to cool it. I get it you don't like me working but I bet you do like your phones and clothes and living in this house. Someone has to pay for all of that stuff it doesn't just come for free!"

"Dad please don't try to make us look like over spoiled kids. You gave us most of this stuff we didn't ask for it." Amanda says picking at her food. "If it means you won't miss another of my shows you can have my phone and iPad....I just want my daddy back."

She pouts getting up walking off. Elias went after her leaving me alone. Taking the tray of food I go into our room seeing a empty bed.

"Yes I can meet you at my shop and we'll just work from there." Rebecca came out the closet putting on a watch. Seeing me and the food she ends the call. "What's this?"

"Breakfast. I wanted us to all eat together but the kids are in a mood." I say watching her sit in front of her make up stand thing.

"That happens when you abandon your kids for some island hoe."

"Rebecca-"

"Don't worry I'm not starting anything just stating a fact. I gotta leave but thanks for the thought...don't forget Julian first game is tonight everyone is going."

"Ok but uh I was thinking after all this album stuff is done we can go on some kind of family trip maybe Disney world or something. I wanna show you guys the benefit of all the long hours and me being absent to a few things."

"Sure Carlton I'll see you later."

She came kissing my head then strutting out. Her outfit was a little more over the top than usual but I'm sure she just wanted to look good.

Today I'm going with Robin to her first radio interview and a shoot for her album. It's all in the finale stages so soon we'll be presenting a track list to the record heads for their approval.

By the time I was leaving out I was home alone. I lock up the house and hop in my car heading for the address set in my GPS. While waiting in front of the house I sat on my Instagram. I come across a picture of my wife from this morning. I haven't really paid much attention to her post like I usually do.

@BuymyBrand:#morningthoughts people aren't like clothes you can't change them whenever you want that change has to be in them don't miss out on your own blessings being so worked up in helping someone who doesn't want that help

"Morning sunshine." She got in smiling at me. "I'm so excited for today."

"Good I'm excited for you. So today is your first radio interview then the photo shoot for the new comers magazine. After we get the ok from the label they'll get some more singles out put you on a promo tour so this is good practice." I pull off towards the radio station direction.

"Thanks for coming with me I'm shitting bricks right now! Oh and thanks to for picking me up my car should be done by tomorrow."

"It's cool."

We rode in silence for a while until reaching the station. Once inside were taken to a room where the DJ and his co host are waiting. The show will be going on live.

"Hey thanks so much for coming in today. Your song with drake is a killer we play it all the time."

Robin blushed. "All praise really goes to this guy here he made that happen and has been personally helping me become something big." She looked back smiling at me.

"Yeah I've been hearing good things about this man here!" Me and the DJ go back to the middle school days. We were science lab partners. "How you been man?"

"Pretty good just been working my ass off."

The show started and was going smooth. They asked her about how she got started what her style is what brought her to Atlanta. This simple up coming artist questions. But then it took a slight turn when the co host started question her about us.

"I know Carlton is the producer for your up coming album but it seems you guys spend more than a lot of time together."

"Well yeah Carlton is like a mentor to me he's been teaching me about the business. He's taken me under his wing in a way."

"Mmhm and how does his wife feel about all this or do you just not care and only worry about you?"

"I wouldn't know when we are together it's just about us the outside world doesn't matter. If she had a problem I'm sure he would say something."

No no no no no no.

"It's not my fault if he rather work with me than be at home with his wife. I'm not forcing him we just enjoy out late nights together."

I'm so fucked.

The co host looked back at me shaking her head. "Late nights? You don't think it might look wrong how your so comfortable keeping a husband from his family. Any self respecting woman I know doesn't spend most of her time with married men. Rather he's not stopping it you should have some respect not only yourself but for his wife right? How would you feel if you were in her shoes?"

"I guess yeah but it's clear she's not doing something right and it's keeping him out. If anything someone needs to be telling her how to keep her husband home." She laughed looking back at me. "And if it were me being that I know how to keep my man happy this wouldn't be happening."

I signal to cut the interview and walk out. This bitch is about to get us both killed! I can't blame anyone but myself for that anyway.

"Hey why did you run out like that?" Robin came out looking worried.

"Really...what the hell was that!?"

"An interview you didn't think it went good?" She acting clueless right now.

"No you basically called out my wife that shit was way beyond unnecessary."

"She asked me a question and I answered!"

"That has to be the dumbest thing you've done. I told you before we even got here not to answer question like that ones that are clearly are a win for the host but a lose for you. What makes you think you have any right to speak on me and my wife?"

"Oh cry me a fucking river that bitch does nothing but stress you out just because she knows I can take you away in a heart beat. It's not my fault I'm more enjoyable to be around."

"Don't speak on my wife ever again you not about to take anybody a god damn place and if you call her out her name again you'll be dealing with me."

This bitch is crazy. Through the rest of the day between the photo shoot and car rides I said nothing to her. There nothing to say really. I had to stop by my office since I left my laptop.

"Carlton would you stop ignoring me. You are blowing this way bigger than it is." Robin followed me to my office.

"You cloned my wife on live radio...am I suppose to just let that go?" I unlock my door walking in the room.

"So what it's not like she's gonna do anything about it."

"You are so wrong to think that." My oh so beautiful smart and understanding wife smiled walking in sitting.

"Hey baby." I sat kissing her cheek.

"Hi...Robin I wanna talk to you."

Mona

Jumping out my sleep I squint at my door. I thought I heard someone call me but-

"Mona get up!" Mom came busting in my room.

"Ma I'm sleep why you gotta come up in here with all that." I whine laying back down.

"Because I'm telling you to get up."

"It's Sunday mommy let me sleep."

"No I need you and Stanley to watch the twins today. Their both already up and we about to leave."

After she left I went back under my warm comforter. As I'm getting back into my deep sleep a cold wind hits me.

"What the hell!?"

"Curse at me again I dare you." Dad looked at me blank. "I know your mother told you to get up. If I come back in here and you not up imma pull you out the bed myself." He left leaving my door open.

Smacking my teeth I get up stomping and slam my door. It wasn't on purpose per say but hey. As I'm heading in my bathroom my bedroom door flies open scaring the shit out of me.

"You lost your mind slamming my door like that!?"

"It was on accident!"

This is why I prefer to deal with mom she's more laid back and not as crazy as daddy. He is not afraid to get at us while mom would rather give a look and send us to our room or something. I know I get away with a lot with mom and try not to take advantage of that.

He looked at clenching his jaw. "Keep the damn door open and hurry up."

I shower and get dressed in something lazy. I could hear the twins already.

"Morning." Stanley smiled flipping her pancake. "I made oatmeal for them so can you feed one and I'll get the other."

I sigh picking up a bowl sitting in front of Morgan. "Open up runt." She smiled dropping her mouth.

"So what did you do last night."

"Nothing much. How was the celebration dinner?"

"Well it turned into something else for me and Julian. He called it a practice date."

"Oh ok grown self."

I think Julian and Stanley would be the cutest couple. She deserves that boyfriend privilege. Gifts for no reason being showered with compliments and kisses. Oh and can't forget that tingling feeling of your special someone calling you baby. It's simple but from the right person sounds like the greatest thing ever.

That's how things were when Sam and I were together. I remember the first time we kissed. It was at the junior high summer dance. We snuck off to the empty hallway. He put my back to the wall looked deep in my eyes giving my stomach butterflies. That was the best night of my life. I thought we would last for years honestly but sometime after we got to high school I didn't feel the spark anymore. Shawn gives me that spark and this rush feeling.

"We ate at this pizza place it was just us and the people that worked there. It was really nice." I noticed her blush. "After we got ice cream then he dropped me off."

"Did he kiss you?"

"No we decided to save that. I think I'm starting to really like him...it's kind of scary."

"Awwwww."

Laughing we finish feeding the girls. We cleaned them up and decided to walk to the park. We ran around the small playground until they found their own little friends. Sitting on a bench I pull out my phone.

Danger💉♥️:baby where u at I wanna see you

Me:the park around my neighborhood but don't be to noticeable I'm with my sisters

Danger💉♥️:yea yea I do what I want girl

"I saw you sneaking in last night."

"What?"

"Around one I got up to get some water and I heard something in your room and peaked. I saw you climb through the window. Why did you lie to me?"

Sighing I lock my phone. "Because what I do is my business. If you knew I wasn't actually home-"

"I wanted to see if you would lie to me." She looked at me sad. "All I'm trying to do is protect you Mona please...this can only end wrong."

"I don't need to be protected I'm not a child! Shawn makes me happy why isn't that enough!"

"Because this whole relationship is illegal! You are fourteen a minor in the eyes of the law if anyone gets wind of this Shawn is going to prison. How can you be with someone investing so much of your time and emotions knowing at any moment the could be taken away from you!?"

"You should be asking yourself that honey."

I didn't want to do this I really didn't. Stanley and I are closer than blood sisters. But she's over stepping her place and clearly I need to push her back.

"What are you talking about?"

"You and Julian...I'm sure the adoption people frown on in family relationships with kids they send into families."

She pouts looking at me shaking her head. "You know I'm even in a relationship with him."

"And yet you two just went on a date?"

"So that's how far your willing to go with this?"

"All I'm saying is you rat me out I rat you out and we both lose something important. Me a boyfriend and you a family."

It may have been a little harsh on my end....ok it was really harsh but she should've stayed out my business.

"Fine Mona you won I'll back off...for good."

As my phone vibrates in my hand she walked off with the diaper backpack calling the girls. Seeing his text I smiled looking around until I spot his car.

"Hey sexy get on in here." Shawn bites his lip as I slide in his car. "Where you wanna go?"

"Where you want baby."

Nodding he pressed on his gas making the car roar. As he's pulling up to the park exit Stanley walks across with the twins in the double stroller.

"Isn't that your sister? Damn she got ass."

"Shawn what the hell I'm right here you dick!" I shove him as he chuckled.

"Man be quiet. She got more ass than you."

"Seriously Shawn shut up that's my sister I'm your girlfriend that's some disrespectful shit!"

"Who told you that Mona I have a girlfriend already."

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EPISODE 1: WHEN HOOD NIGGAS GIVE ADVICE FT @xnasir

SPONSORED BY: PRETTYLITTLETHING, TAKIS, AND MY PARENTS :)

Hey everyone this is Hadiyah Hotline, and this is Hadiyah speaking. *chuckles* Ya’ll don’t know how long I’ve been waiting to say that.......

This is the first, premiere episode of Hadiyah Hotline, sponsored by a whole bunch of people that I'll mention during our break, but to bring in this new era of your favorite podcast, I have here the newest and cutest rapper on the scene Nasir! *laughing lightly* How you doing on this fine afternoon?

Nasir : *chuckles* a bit into the mic after hearing her intro. Yo, yo..wassup? I'm doing good. Mad tired from being up all night. How are you doing though?

Hadiyah: I'm just super excited that my podcast is finally here and I get to share it with someone on their own personal grind too. Now if my research does me well, you're from New York but now you here in LA. What's the reason for the move?

Nasir:*nods briefly* Harlem to be exact. I moved here cause I just wanted to. It's simple. I got mad recognition in NY, so I wanted that same shit in LA.

Hadiyah: You took the East Coast by storm and you wanted to bless the west with your talent. I see you. *chuckles* How old are you? Not gonna be like you old as shit or whatever. -chuckles, and stops short when her phone rings with an old styled phone ring- That sounds like the hotline has rung. -picks up her phone reading over the question- Who ever sent this in wants to get to the point. -chuckles, licking over her lips- Nasir someone asks, what makes men cheat?

Nasir : I'm 24. I'm somewhere in the middle. I'm turning 25 next year though. hears the phone ring and glances up at her. Damn, we getting straight into it. chuckles I'ma keep it real. I guess when you feel comfortable with your girl and you know she wouldn't ever find out, you start to cheat. Most niggas don't cheat emotionally so they would basically have sex with different women without that connection. It rarely has anything to do with being beautiful cause a nigga will cheat on the finest woman alive if he knows he wouldn't get caught. It's better to leave the relationship if you ain't being loyal. I had to learn it the hard way.It's never about spicing shit up in the bedroom though. It's about not being able to say no to other thirsty ass females. I had a hard time saying no, but I was a lil nigga when I was into doing all that. I got older and realized it ain't worth it. Niggas love sex and if your girl got the best pussy out here, you gone be wondering who else got good pussy too. chuckles Sorry for my language.. I think it's a phase and eventually you gone grow out of it.

Hadiyah So it's a self control thing in your opinion. -nods her head- Don't worry about language, the hotline is all about transparency. So have any of your past ex's cheated on you? Cause I know guys make that mental switch of acting right after getting hurt.

Nasir Exactly, but after a while you grow up and realize that there's no point. shakes his head Nah, none of them. It's easy to find out if your girl cheating. I got threatened with it a lot but I knew it would never happen. No cocky shit.

Hadiyah That sounds like cocky shit. -laughs, reading over the next questions she receives- I feel like it's not always about sex when girls cheat. It's more so the emotional side. Like if you not treating me right another person will and he'll give me good dick. -chuckles- Alright another question is, ass or titties and why?

Nasir *chuckles* I ain't cocky at all. I ain't really into all that when I'm interested in a girl. It's a good addition to whatever you got going on, but I'm more focused on personality, goals, ambition..shit like that.

Hadiyah Ooo we got an internal guy.-chuckles as he phone rings more- Damn, these questions coming in fast. Alright some of these we both can answer. 'Do men trip if a female has a body count higher than theirs? Why?' -looks at Nasir- You can answer first.

Nasir I'm speaking all facts, babygirl. Little niggas trip over that shit nowadays. Grown men don't care. I ain't gone lie, I cared about it a lot and I remember ranting about it on Twitter but I grew out of it cause it's mad childish. As long as you ain't been around the whole city and then some, I could care less. What you think?

Hadiyah Same honestly. If you're out of college and living life you're gonna have bodies. If your man gotta ask you about how many niggas you been with he's a lame. BUT, big but. if you been with one or two of his homies in his past, that's something you tell him as soon as you know that's his friend. -nods her head scrolling further- What makes a woman worthy to be a wife? That's all you Nas.

Nasir I agree with that statement. *chuckles* Be a queen and you'll be viewed as such. You also gotta have your own goals, real shit. I'm living my dream and the last thing I need is a girl tryna bring me down. You gotta lift ya man up and be supportive. Be upfront about anything cause communication is key. I'm not into chasing you around just to find out why you upset, you gotta be vocal about your problem. A wife gone keep it real with you, regardless. But what really makes a women worthy to be a wife is when they love you unconditionally. They meet you halfway. They know your flaws and help build you up. They gotta secure the bag. chuckles Make a house into a home.

Hadiyah -nods her head and chuckles with him- Yo what does that even mean? Secure the bag. I been hearing that everywhere and I swear I be out the loop with that saying.

Nasir It's a whole lot of definitions for that shit but means maintaining success. In that context, she ain't getting in the way of the money I'm making cause she's secure in her job and got her own. Securing the bag.

Hadiyah So the bag is money or the girl? Okay okay, lemme not confuse myself. -laughs- Finally a question for me, 'I'm a Leo woman pursuing a Taurus man, What's my luck like?' Alright well it depends on if you're willing to be submissive for once. Both signs are used to being in charged and a Taurus man might not care too much when you start beg for attention and want the praise that Leo are used to. The sex will be bomb as fuck as long as you care about what the other person likes, but that is honestly all I see for a Leo/Taurus couple. Communication got be off cause Leos don't care if it's not about them and Taurus just don't really care unless it's securing the bag. If you can work past being queen of shit for your man it could work. -looks at Nasir- you believe in astrology?

Nasir The bag is money. shrugs I never read into that shit. So I guess my answer is a no. Can you guess my sign though?

Hadiyah I swear people love asking me that. -chuckles looking him over- You seem super low key, but intense bout everything you are involved with. Also very petty when you mad. Uhhhh I wanna say Libra or Scorpio.

Nasir You've seen me get mad? But damn, I'm a scorpio. How you know? You be stalkin my shit? ..I'm playing. chuckles

Hadiyah Nah it's just a vibe that I get from you. But hear that ya'll I'm getting better and better at this stuff. -chuckles- Scorpio men are super intense, either they all in or they don't give a fuck about you. -shrugs- 'When did you know what you wanted to be in life?' and 'How do you balance your career and family?'

Nasir For a long time I ain't know what I wanted to be. I never continued school after high school so I figured I'd be pushing drugs for the rest of the my life. That's when I got into music producing. It was something I was good at and I wanted to make something of myself. I got into rapping a bit later, when I turned 21. As for balancing my career and family, I know that no matter what my family comes first so I'll always put them first. If I'm ever in the studio or anything and I get the facetime call or voice call from my daughter saying that she's missing me, I'd be out that bitch in 2.5. Doing 80 all in a 40 lane. laughs Nah.. but it's hard, it ain't impossible though.

Hadiyah Aw that's super cute. For me, I went through undergrad and graduate school and I told myself my parents don't have loans out the ass for no reason. I started doing radio in college and it kinda stuck with me. I don't have a child or anything so it's nothing like Nas, but I always make time to face time my parents or chat with my little sister to give them advice on a teacher I had or their boy issues. So it's not that hard for me. -chuckles- Do you think becoming a father has changed you? Like looking back on all the shit you did to women, now having a little girl, does it make you think differently about future relationships and all that?

Nasir chuckles It changed the fuck out of me, in a good way. I wanted to be a better man for my daughter and my girlfriend. We been through mad shit, so after we had her. I stopped bullshitting in every aspect of my life. I started grinding even harder than before. I started being more careful. I wanted to make as much money as I could so my family would never have to struggle like I did growing up. I changed my perspective on life in general cause I wanted to make sure she had the best life possible. It made me act differently toward my girlfriend because I finally realized that I can't be fucking around anymore. Life hit me hard and I wanted nothing more than to be a man for the both of them. I remember my ma told me something about how I gotta grow up to be the man my daughter would wanna marry, and it stuck with me.

Hadiyah Damn there's a girlfriend in the picture. -laughs- kidding. kidding. chuckles more- But that's super dope. I love hearing when men go through this change of life and realize that life if way more than fucking, and clout. Last question to ring the hotline is, 'Nasir, how's the studio?'

Nasir chuckles Yeah, there's a girlfriend. I know she'll be listening to see if I'll say some slick shit. The studio is going up. We reporting live right now. I'll be dropping some new music soon enough, so look out for it.

Hadiyah Heard you. Anything else you wanna say before we hang up on everyone?

Nasir Nah, I think that's it. Go follow me on twitter, instagram, and snapchat at xnasir. I don't got a facebook or any other social media besides that. New music dropping soon. A quick shoutout to my daughter, Brinley. Daddy loves you. I also wanna shout my girlfriend out. I know your crazy ass is listening and I love you too.

Hadiyah You heard it here. New music coming, follow him on social media, and two girls got his eyes now ladies so stiff arm. -chuckles- Thanks for tuning in everyone. This is Hadiyah Hotline, make sure to tune in next week for another episode. -plays a dial tone audio from her phone, before ending the recording-

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