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somekindofpoet · 11 months

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Missed Connection 5

Summary: A flight delay causes a chance meeting between R and Jenna Ortega

Word Count: 2.4K

A/N: I present to you, the next chapter. It's a short one, but the next one will make up for it, I promise

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

“A public boat ride, Jen? Seriously?”

Jenna’s publicist Sam, is at her desk, rubbing her eyes and trying not to pull her hair out. Jenna is trying to look apologetic, sitting in the armchair across from her.

“For what it’s worth, the whales were pretty amazing. And I think I underestimated the zoom on cameras. Did you know they can shoot from that far?” Jenna grimaces, hearing her own words, picking at her nails and shrugging.

“Yes, I do know that. It’s my job.”

Jenna winces, shrinking into her chair, “Sam, I know you hate me right now, but I really like this girl.”

She sighs, drops her hands to her desk, “I don’t hate you. You do make my life more difficult than my other clients.”

“I know, I’m sorry.”

“But, we can spin this any way you want. Are we comfortable with coming out right about your relationship?”

Jenna looks at her hands and spins the ring on her index finger, “We haven’t really defined the relationship.”

Sam closes her eyes and takes a deep breath through her nose, “Jenna, please make my life easy and define it. Also, her background check should be done today, so before you make any decisions let’s see that first. Can you do that for me?”

Jenna nods, feeling a bit like a child being scolded by the principal. She did feel guilty about giving Sam hell the last few weeks, but she was just enamored with you. She is aware her feelings are leading her to questionable decision-making.

“Define the relationship. Got it,” Jenna stands and rounds her chair, hustling out of the office before Sam can place higher demands.

“Don’t forget about the background check! I’m serious, J!”

——

“Okay, so, you’re freaking out,” Dani says, her feet curled under her on your couch.

She looks relaxed and comfortable with her glass of wine while you, on the other hand, are pacing, pulling your hair out.

“Dani, we kissed in public. Her PR team is going to have my head. And speaking of that-“

Dani puts her hands up, “Woah, slow down. Have you heard from her today?”

You wave your hand toward your phone, your shoulders creeping toward your ears as the tension in your body rises, “Yeah, she’s texting me right now. She just got out of a meeting with her agent.”

“And?” Dani asks, sipping her wine and eyeing you.

“She said it went okay. Sam is irritated about the boat ride, but Jenna says not to worry about it.”

“And yet,” Dani says with a teasing smile.

You throw your hands up, “And yet, I am worried.”

“Dude, sit down. Drink your wine. I still don’t understand why you’re freaking out.”

You flop onto the couch in defeat, dropping your head back against the cushion.

“So…” you hesitate, “there’s a thing.”

Dani raises an eyebrow, “How enlightening.”

You huff, roll your eyes, “Jenna told me they need to do a background check, and…well…there’s a reason I changed to nature photography.”

“You mean besides your love for the wilds?” Dani smirks, teasing you.

“I’m serious, Dani. It’s kind of bad. And she’s going to find out about it, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, let's hear it. What did you do?”

——

“An assault charge?” Jenna frowns back in Sam’s office a few hours later, looking at the folder in her lap.

Sam stands from her chair and rounds the desk, leaning back into it. She tilts her head, her mouth downturned in commiseration.

“There’s not a lot of detail about what happened, but yes. She’s got an assault charge on her record.”

Jenna’s stomach is in knots, looking at your mugshot. Her voice is quiet and small when she speaks again, “Why didn’t she tell me?”

Sam sighs, shrugs, “I don’t think I’d want to tell a date about it either, hon. But it doesn’t look great.”

Jenna runs her fingertips over the paper, trying desperately to understand. You look exhausted in the photo, with dark bags under your eyes and your cheeks hollow. She’s conflicted, not understanding how the girl she kissed in New York could possibly have assaulted someone. But the proof is there, in her lap.

Her eyes are wide and worried when she looks back at Sam, “What do I do?”

——-

“The only way to deal with this is to get ahead of it,” now Dani is the one pacing while you sit on your couch.

“It’s too late, Dani. Fuck I’ve royally fucked this up.”

“She’ll understand. If she’s anything like the person you’ve described to me, I’m sure she’ll understand. You just need to explain it to her.”

You drop your head into your hands, feeling absolutely hopeless. You knew this would come to light eventually, but you thought you’d have more time. You thought you’d be able to break the news gently, to frame the story so Jenna didn’t get the wrong picture. But you waited too long, and now you’re sure she’s looking down at your mugshot in disgust.

You want to crawl into a hole, burrow into a soft, quiet grave, and never resurface.

“Hey,” Dani’s hand is light on your shoulder, her face pulled in worry, “it’s going to be okay. You just really need to talk to her.”

“I don’t know if I can face her right now,” you mumble in between your fingers.

“Listen, I’m going to give you to the bottom of this bottle to feel sorry for yourself. And then we’re going to put on our big girl pants and fix this situation.”

“What if she doesn’t want to see me?”

“Cross that bridge when we get to it. You have to try, at least. Text her right now.”

You lift your head, turn toward her. You know she’s right, as much as you hate to admit it. Wallowing isn’t going to save this scenario, and hiding surely isn’t going to help anything. Even if it’s the only thing you want to do.

“What if I do it tomorrow?”

“No,” Dani shakes her head, her blonde hair whipping with the force of it, “Right now. I’m not leaving until you text her.”

You sigh, pick up your phone, “Fine. Fine. But if she ghosts me, I think I’ll just pack up and go live out my days in Greenland with a Musk Ox colony.”

Dani pats your back, “I mean, if that’s what you want, then I’ll support you. But like, from afar because that sounds truly horrifying.”

You laugh, despite yourself.

——

Your text comes through when Jenna is at home. The folder with your mugshot is open on her island countertop. She opens the phone, reads the text.

Y/N

Can we talk? If Sam checked me out, then I know what you’re looking at. All I’m asking is that you let me explain.

She sighs, looking back at the folder. The black printed ‘ASSAULT’ screaming at her. But she has to know why. She owes you the opportunity to explain yourself. The bubbles under your text pop up again, your impatience getting the better of you.

Y/N

Here’s my address. I’ll be here all night. I know it looks bad, but I promise I can explain.

———

You wait. And wait. And wait. Jenna never texts you back. Dani leaves you to your own devices after another hour, assuring you everything is going to be okay.

You’re catatonic, lying on your couch, waiting for the void to swallow you up. You don’t blame Jenna for being wary. You’re angry with yourself for not telling her about it. You’re angry with yourself that it happened in the first place.

You’ve given up hope that you’d get a response around 10, so when your doorbell rings at 11, you nearly fall off your couch in surprise. It couldn’t be Jenna. It’s far too late for her to be out running around in LA. You wonder if it’s a lost DoorDasher as you walk to your door. You don’t even bother to check yourself in the mirror, knowing full well you look rough.

You open the door, and your eyes travel down, squinting in the dark. Your heart nearly leaps from your throat when you see her. Jenna is there in denim shorts and an oversized hoodie, the hood pulled over her hair.

She’s chewing on her lip, shifting from side to side, and wringing her hands.

“You came,” you say, your voice cracking.

“I came,” she says, her voice soft.

You step to the side and let her in, closing the door behind her. You show her to the living room, invite her to sit. She looks unsure, nervous. It makes you feel sick to your stomach.

“Do you want anything to drink?” You ask, hovering at the side of the couch.

She shakes her head, no, so you sit next to her, your heart racing. She leans into you a little, and it makes you feel warm. Calmer. She gazes at you, her eyes searching your face. You know what she’s looking for. She’s trying to figure out how you’re capable of doing what you did. What the switch that flipped was.

“Thank you for coming,” you say, fighting the urge to reach for her.

“I just really don’t understand why you didn’t tell me, Y/N.” Her brows furrow over her eyes, her lips tight.

You run your shaking fingers through your hair, trying to figure out where to start.

“I was going to. I planned on it. I just, didn’t know how.”

She nods, glances past you at your porch, “Can I smoke?”

You turn to the porch, then back to her. She looks stressed, tired.

You stand, “Of course. We can talk outside.”

You settle in at the small two-person table, push an ashtray over to her. She lights a cigarette, and you catch the slightest tremble of her hand.

“Okay, I’m just going to rip this band-aid off, and if you hate me, or don’t want to see me again and you have to leave, I understand. But I really hope you stay.”

She takes a drag, nodding, becoming visibly more relaxed. You half want to ask for a cigarette yourself, but you need to get this explanation out before you lose the small spark of bravery that’s steadily fading in your chest.

You take a deep breath, nod, “Okay. So you know I’m a nature photographer now, but that’s not always what I’ve wanted to do.”

Her eyes are wide, her body leaning into the table, her full attention on you. You gulp at the intensity of it.

“I’ve done a lot of work in Hollywood, when I was first getting started. I’ve dealt with paparazzi for so long it’s ridiculous. So a few years ago, I was doing this shoot with an actress, and she was just kind of breaking out, so they followed her everywhere.”

Now you’re the one wringing your hands, your bravery withering under Jenna’s stare. She nods, silently encouraging you to go on.

“It had been a hassle all day, trying to get her in and out of the building. There was this one guy, he was way too aggressive. Her body guards weren’t the best, the fame boom was still new. So I was trying to help her leave the building, one of the paps got around the guard and grabbed her.”

Jenna frowns, blinking quickly and blowing smoke from the side of her mouth. You rush into the story, wanting to get the words about as fast as you can.

“It was too much. I was fed up. I’ve been watching these guys for years, and some of the stuff they do is just disgusting. I know I don’t have to tell you that, but I’d had enough. He grabbed her, and I just saw red.”

“What did you do?” Jenna asks, her voice quiet.

“I hit him. He wouldn’t let go of her, so I hit him. I got a little carried away and broke his camera. He pressed charges and naturally refused to drop them. The judge took pity on me, given the circumstance, and just had me pay a fine. But I got slapped with the assault charge and decided I was done with Hollywood.”

Jenna is quiet, her cigarette nothing but ash and filter now. Her face is unreadable as she stares at you. You begin to fidget, waiting for her to respond. Every muscle in your body is wound so tight you’re afraid you might break.

She calmly stubs out the smoldering cigarette filter, stands, and you’re sure she’s going to walk out of your door and never look back. You wouldn’t blame her if she did. Once again, you’re dead wrong.

She moves around the table, stands over you, looking down at you for a painfully long moment. Then she places both hands around your face and kisses you with a fever you hadn’t expected. She tastes like smoke and wintergreen, her hands like embers around your jaw.

Your hands find her hips, and you pull her in, stretching up to meet her lips. You’re slightly confused, but that is wiped clean from your mind when she runs her tongue across your bottom lip, her hands sliding back into the hair at the nape of your neck, her nails lightly scratching at your skin. You whimper at the pure relief you feel and at the burning in your stomach.

She pulls back, standing upright again, “You should have hit him harder.”

Your jaw drops, and she smiles down at you. She wraps her arms around the back of your neck and sits sideways in your lap.

“You could have told me, you know,” her lips are so close to yours, her eyes soft.

“I would have, eventually. It just wasn’t my finest moment, and I didn’t want you to think I was some kind of bar fighting idiot.”

She laughs, and it makes you feel like you’re falling through lightheaded oblivion.

“You are going to make Sam’s life very difficult.”

You scoff, “She’s your publicist!”

She chuckles, “And now the world will know I’m not as sweet and innocent as they want me to be.”

Your stomach flips at her words, catching her meaning, “And why is that?”

She raises her eyebrows, smiling down at you, “Because I’m dating the photographer who fucked up a pap, and I’m pretty proud of her for it.”

You don’t have any words to banter back with, so you settle with kissing her again. Your hands grow bold, wandering up her leg, over her hip, around her ribs.

“Wait, dating now, huh?” you say, pulling back and trying not to smile as she leans forward into you.

She shrugs, her eyes low-lidded, “They want us to define the relationship.”

You swallow, nearly choking on her straightforward attitude, “What would the definition be?”

She snorts, leaning forward to speak into your lips, “Let’s find out.”

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The Girl in IT - 7. The All Hands Meeting

A Boss! Joel Miller x IT Specialist F! Reader AU

The LIST │ Series Masterlist

Chapter Rating: E (18+, MDNI)

Chapter Summary: A look into a typical day at Miller Construction Group. Chaos ensues (naturally).

Chapter Warnings and Tags: No outbreak AU, Boss x Employee Relationship, Sugar Daddy Lite, Smut, SO MUCH SMUT, Age Gap, Older Man/Younger woman, So much dirty talk, Office sex, Desk sex, Inappropriate usage of PowerPoint, Tommy fucks around and finds out, No Beta we die like men!

Word Count: 4.4K

A/N: And the hijinks are back! I wanted to try something new this week, and it was the perfect opportunity to showcase all of our fun supporting characters in 'The Girl in IT'! I thought what better way to introduce everyone was to include their commentary, like an episode of 'The Office'! This one is a doozy, and I hope you all enjoy!

#MCG ADMIN 50 members Sarah (HR) Good morning, Team! I hope you're all doing well. I'd like to announce a mandatory All-Hands HR Meeting today at 11 am in Conference Room A, co-facilitated by Tess and me. We'll have a brief presentation, and for those working remotely, please log into Zoom to join the meeting. Following the session, thanks to Bill, we'll have lunch and refreshments provided. Feel free to reach out if you have any questions. Looking forward to seeing all of you soon! Tommy Sarah, are you gonna bust your Papi's balls in front of everyone for posting that naughty photo? 💀☠️🪦 Frank (Interior Design) Will there be an opportunity for discussion following the presentation? I'm eager to delve into the minds of SlackGate and understand the motivations behind their actions the other day. Connie (Reception) It's clearly because they're fucking, Frank. 🍆🍑🦪 Frank (Interior Design) Who is? Our fearless leader and our shy girl in IT? Until one of them makes it official, it's just hearsay! Is this meeting a hard launch for a new power couple? 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 Sarah (HR) Yes, there will be an open-forum discussion after my presentation but NO, we will not be talking about the events of the other day in detail. Connie, this is a professional space and we will conduct ourselves as such. Connie (Reception) Why am I always being singled out?? Frank started it! Frank (Interior Design) Did I not professionally conduct myself? Geez Connie, I'm not the one sending nudes to our Boss when clearly, he has a girlfriend. Wait. Oops? (Sorry Connie 🤡) Bill (Civil) Frank! What do I have to do to get you to behave for once? Frank (Interior Design) Oh, I could think of a few ways... Why don't you come and find out once you're done handling your bratwurst out there? Sarah (HR) I don't get paid enough for this shit.

"Thank you, everyone, for coming together at such short notice. While I'm aware this all-hands meeting was abrupt, recent events in the past few days have made it essential. Tess and I genuinely appreciate your presence as we address these important matters," Sarah says with a bright smile, handing out materials. "Here's an updated Employee Handbook with a few edits. I thought it would be beneficial for us to go through it together. Are there any questions before we begin?"

"Yeah!" Tommy exclaims from the back of the room, his feet casually resting against the edge of the table. "How long until we get to the part of this meeting where we discuss just how much of a bad boy your Daddy was the other day?"

Tommy Look, I love my brother, I do. He's always so serious, so noble, providing for everyone and all that, making sure we have a roof over our heads. Shit, he's gotten me out of a lot of binds in my life- [He looks a bit uncomfortable and clears his throat, nodding.] ... anyway, it's a rare thing to see my brother slip up like that, you know? Didn't think he had it in him, honestly. It's been a few decades since I've seen his twig and berries, but shit, I know he's packing! He's a Miller, for fucks sake! [he puffs his chest out a little at that, chuckling to himself] But Sugar? She's been a fucking godsend! Never in my life have I seen my big ol brother act a fool, especially over a woman! What can I say? It's great to not be the fuck-up brother for once! I'm gonna milk out SlackGate til the end of time!

"Tommy," Joel warns through his teeth, glaring at his brother. "Cut it out."

Sarah rolls her eyes in response as she fiddles with her laptop, the projector behind her illuminating with her PowerPoint presentation. "Like I was saying, this presentation is just going to go over the changes we have implemented in the last few days, including proper Slack etiquette and conduct. You would think that as grown adults, we would know better than sending inappropriate images and messages through company property and time," she clears her throat, glancing over at Joel, then to Tommy, who winks in her direction knowingly. "...including those who decide to engage and participate in unsanctioned secret channels-"

Frank's hand suddenly shoots up, his face awash in mock outrage. "I'll have you know, the watercooler channel serves a purpose, folks! When I caught wind of this 'secret channel' gossip circulating among the Nosy Nancies in the breakroom, I was appalled! Who would dare to stoop so low—"

"Frank, you invited me to the chat just this morning," Jesse remarks, casually holding up his phone as evidence. "It's titled 'Frank's-secret-slack-chat.' I thought it was some kind of exclusive club or something."

Frank Hi, [waves to you] is this on? Yeah? Hi. I'm Frank. Listen, Sarah was getting a little too vigilant about monitoring Slack ever since Tommy sent us a little treat last year [he laughs] so I had to do something about it, you know? [It pans out to Frank leaning against his desk chair, typing away on his secret Slack Chat.] The chat started as an open forum for discussion on the everyday going-ons of Miller Construction Group. Do we just so happen to discuss the private lives of our peers? Maybe. Do we mean any harm by it? [He gives you a wicked smile] Maybe.

"You guys, you know, the longer I keep getting interrupted, the longer we're all going to stay here in this conference room, and the longer we have to wait to eat Bill's food. You know how he is," She looks outside of the window, the smoke from Bill's grill swirls like a plume as he flips over a juicy steak. "He hates it when he has to serve his food cold. As I was saying, it should be obvious that we shouldn't be sending inappropriate images or photos to one another through Slack or e-mail."

"Hey! It was just one time, and it was an accident!" Tommy retorts, "Besides, it was hardly inappropriate, I was just only trying to show Maria this weird rash I got-"

"What does that mean, anyway?" Connie cuts in, casting a glance your way. "Inappropriate photos? And is there a difference between accidentally sending them or doing it on purpose?"

"Yeah," you shoot her a pointed look. "Sending nude photos to someone who doesn't want them is actually considered sexual harassment," you say, raising your voice a bit and turning in your seat. "I mean, you could get arrested for that, Connie," you add with a sing-song tone, a smirk playing on your lips as you glance at her. "You have nothing to worry about though, right?" you challenge, rolling your chair towards Joel, and taking his hand in his. "Not unless you did send naked photos to my boyfriend?"

Connie Look, I didn't know that Mr. Miller and Sugar were boning. I know how this looks- like I don't believe in girl code or something. I am a girls girl! If Sugar was just forthcoming about who gave her those damn hickeys before SlackGate happened, I wouldn't have sent her boyfriend nude photos of myself! A girl's gotta try, you know? I was only trying to shoot my shot! [She looks a bit uncomfortable, picking at a hangnail.] ... but you have to admit, Mr. Miller is H-O-T hot. God. I love me a graying man in flannel. I always thought to myself, there must be a story here. How does a millionaire who looks like that be single all this time? does he have anyone? is it a sugar baby? does he have a secret love child? I mean- [she looks over her shoulder where Joel is, arms around his chest as he winks at Sugar. There's a hint of jealousy in Connie's eyes.] Is it true, though? Is it really sexual harassment if I send unsolicited photos of myself? Do you think he's gonna press charges?

"It's true. Sending unsolicited photos of yourself to unsuspecting parties is sexual harassment, Connie. Not to mention creepy," Sarah winces, shooting you an apologetic smile. "So please don't be sending any photos of that nature to anyone that you work with, especially not in the admin group Slack."

"Yeah, Joel!" Tommy chides. "Keep that shlong in your pants, brother!"

Sarah You would think that working for my family is a cakewalk? Please. I've been diagnosed with IBS and GAD since I started working here five years ago. I sometimes take half an edible just to make it to lunchtime. [Her head rests on her desk, and as the events of SlackGate unfold, an endless barrage of messages from the admin Slack channel floods her monitor. She can't help but groan in response.] Listen. I love my Dad. I've never really had to worry about his behavior at work before, not like how I have to with Uncle Tommy... but what the hell was he thinking? I can't unsee that! What if Ellie was on that chat? Could you imagine the trauma? My trauma?

"Okay, let's turn to page 12, where we'll go over all the recent updates," Sarah announces, clicking through her PowerPoint. A collective gasp echoes in the room as the slide projects onto the screen, revealing an image – the image of Joel. However, where his exposed package would be, an eggplant emoji tastefully takes its place. It resembles one of those generic memes easily made with a phone app, complete with the semi-imposed words 'Keep Calm and Shlong On!' in big bold letters.

"Shit!" she exclaims, hurriedly pressing the ESC button as she tries to close out her PowerPoint. She slams her laptop shut, the tell-tell sound of a crack echoing throughout the conference room. You hear Tess silently scoff in the distance, and Sarah closes her eyes in embarrassment as the room falls silent.

... and then, all hell breaks loose.

Tommy is beside himself, his face red, and his eyes filled with tears as he doubles over in laughter, clutching at his middle. "Shit, Henry! When I asked you to do this, I honestly didn't think you had the balls to go through with it, but I so owe you, my man!" he exclaims, enthusiastically high-fiving his nephew-in-law. "This is the best fucking day of my life!"

"Henry?!" Sarah exclaims, her face flushed with rage. "This is what you needed to do in the office at 6 am this morning?!"

Henry's expression crumbles as he witnesses his wife's ire, suddenly realizing that he's just dug himself into a deep hole. "Sarah," he stammers, attempting to regain composure. "This isn't what it looks like—"

Henry Yeah, Tommy asked me to put that meme into Sarah's PowerPoint last night. I would have done it at home, but Sarah doesn't like to bring her laptop home, you know, work-life balance? So I had to make an excuse to come to the office this morning. Was it a dumb ass idea? Yeah, probably. Did I kind of want to get back at Sarah's dad for making my life a living hell? [He looks at you awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.] Honestly, when you're like five beers in, drinking with Tommy- everything seems like a good idea. He dared me, you know? Said that I'm such a simp, trying to always please Joel. Called me a fucking pussy and everything! What else was I supposed to do? Sarah's going to kill me, huh? Do you think that she's gonna ask for a divorce?

"It's a meme. A meme of my Dad's dick pic with AN EGGPLANT EMOJI?!?! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??! WHAT DID YOU MEAN FOR IT TO LOOK LIKE?!" she screams, pulling at her hair. "AND YOU, TOMMY MILLER!" she points at her uncle furiously, "WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??!"

"Baby," Henry replies, his hands raised in an attempt to calm her down. "It's just a harmless prank, look—"

"No, you look, Henry! Does it seem like it's just a harmless prank?" she gestures to the room, her eyes wide. "Don't even think about coming to bed tonight. I can't even look at you! How dare you collaborate with Tommy, do you really want to go this way? Because I see you fucking around, and you're about to find out-"

"Oh come on, Sarah! you know these all-hands meetings are dull as fuck, I don't even know why you even bother, no one ever listens anyway!" Tommy exclaims, looking around the room. "Isn't this fun you guys? Come on, lighten up! It's not like y'all haven't seen my dick before! Your Papi's gonna live another day, I think we should all feel as comfortable as we want, fuck the rules!"

"...but Joel's is much bigger than yours!" someone yells amid the chaos, laughter, and banter echoing through the room. Sarah looks around helplessly in a panic, trying to grasp the situation unfolding.

"Hey! I'll have you know that I ain't small!" Tommy yells in retaliation.

"Do you think that this is helping, Uncle Tommy? I'm beginning to believe that the only reason why people don't take me seriously is because of all of the shit that you pull!" Sarah groans, looking like she's at the end of her rope. "I could mention that Tess is helping me facilitate this meeting to scare everyone but she's just off to the side, pretending to not be drinking under the table!"

Tess [She is sitting off to the side, smiling to herself as the chaos ensues, shaking her head.] I am drinking, because who else thinks it's appropriate to call an all-hands meeting first thing in the morning? I don't even want to be here. It's so fucking pointless, trying to get these shitheads to conform to a set of rules. [She witnesses Joel storming up to Tommy, his face full of rage and irritation, finger pointed right at him.] This is the consequence of hiring friends and family, isn't it? I tried to tell them it was a bad idea, but who's listening to me? I get it, everyone thinks I'm a bit of a bitch, and well... yeah, I am. Alright, time to rein this in— [She suddenly stands from her seat and walks over to Sarah, who appears to be disassociating into madness.]

"HEY!" Tess bellows, clapping her hands together. The room abruptly falls silent, Joel's hands frozen mid-grab on Tommy's flannel. Forty-eight pairs of eyes pivot towards Tess, a blend of shock and embarrassment spreading across their faces, reminiscent of children caught sneaking cookies from the jar by their mother. "Okay, that's enough!"

Her eyes are narrowed, hands on her hips. "This is what's going to happen. You're going to stop sending each other dick and tit pics through Slack, because as much as it is amusing," she smirks, winking at you, "I would really rather not have to deal with the fallout that comes with it," she shoots a pointed look at Connie, whose eyebrows shoot up to her hairline.

"The next time someone tries to fuck around and find out? I'm going to take that dirty photo, print a thousand fucking copies of it and stick that shit all over the office. Every fucking inch, every fucking nook and cranny is just gonna be dick and tit central," she paces around the room, placing a warning hand on Frank's shoulder. "As for this secret Slack chat, I'm going to give you all one chance to come clean. If you don't, and Sugar's report doesn't match who outs themselves right now," She scans the room, a smirk on the corner of her mouth appearing in satisfaction. "Yeah, you didn't think that we were monitoring that shit, huh? Well, I'll throw you all a bone: raise your hands if you are in this secret group chat, and I'll consider not docking your pay for insubordination. Your choice."

Frank [Looking at Tess as she slightly stumbles from where she's standing.] Yeah, she's toast.

The majority of the room begins to raise their hands, except you, Tess, Joel, and surprisingly, Frank.

Tess scoffs. "Really Frank? Really?"

"I have no clue what you're trying to imply, and seriously Tess? Are you really going to play that card? Are you going to dock your pay too?" Frank retorts. "I mean, just last night, you were drunkenly telling me that you heard Joel and Sugar-"

"If you utter another word, I'll fire you on the spot, Frank!" Joel shouts from across the room. "I mean it this time!"

Joel and Sugar [Joel wraps his arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your forehead while gently pushing a strand of hair behind your ears.] There, that's better. Don't hide your face, Mami; you're too beautiful to be hiding all of that, okay? Right, [he clears his throat.] You would think that people would be a little more professional around here, show me a bit of respect— [His gaze shifts to Tommy, who's engaged in laughter and banter with the team, his chest puffed out in triumph. Joel glares at him, shaking his head.] I'd like to think I try really hard to be a good boss. I pay fairly, I allow remote work, and damn it, I take pride in offering the best employee benefits in all of Austin. We even take a company trip to Hawaii every year, for fucks sake! [You squeeze his hand, pressing a kiss to his temple as he takes a frustrated breath.] Papi, if it means anything, I think you're the best boss any of these folks could ever ask for. They don't deserve you. [Joel nods.] Look, I don't know what to tell you. I got the ride of my life that morning, my sweet Mami riding my cock just right, you know? I would have been okay, going into my meeting with blue balls, just as long as Sugar got hers. Your pleasure is my pleasure... but I was just so fucking horny! I started to work out, yeah? Wanted to keep shit tight for my baby, and fuck, I was... what do they young kids say? Feeling yourself? [Joel nods again, smiling at you.] Yeah, 'feeling myself' or whatever. Anyway, I was in the meeting, and you messaged me, right? saying that you weren't going to be in for lunch? and I don't know if was the disappointment, or if I was just too horny, but fuck. I quickly excused myself and took a quick dick pic in my bathroom. I thought I was in the right Slack channel... so I sent it, and then the guys at The H Group asked me a whole bunch of questions, and then an hour later- Chaos. The messages kept flooding in! Frank was asking about how long I was, and Connie was sending me nude photos of herself- in my fucking office! Wait, what? [Your gaze meets Connie's, nervously seated as Frank goes on and on beside her. Her hands twitch like a possum that just got run over by an 18-wheeler. Yeah. Squirm for me, you think to yourself.] Yeah! And I just sat there, in shock, you know? Like this is the kind of shit that Tommy pulls, and I couldn't believe that I was so fucking stupid! Can you imagine the kind of therapy Sarah's gonna need? What if Ellie saw this?

"Who's up for some snacks?" Tommy calls out to the team, holding a basket filled with rather sizable cucumbers, bananas, and eggplants. "Help yourselves, compliments of Joel!"

Ellie [at the job site across town, hard hat fixed crookedly on top of her head.] Yeah, I saw it. There is not enough bleach in this world that could ever erase that image from my existence. [she glares at Sam, who just shrugs.] Thanks a lot, asshole!

"Alright, you degenerates!" Bill booms, bursting through the conference doors wearing a 'Kiss the Cook' apron, tongs in one hand, and a tray piled high with thickly cut steaks in the other. "This steak isn't going to eat itself!"

The team swarms Bill like seagulls spotting a tasty piece of bread on the boardwalk. Tommy grabs a t-bone with his bare hands, biting into it with the enthusiasm of a caveman.

"Hey," Joel whispers to you, his shoulder gently bumping yours. "Want to help me with something?" You nod eagerly as Joel swiftly guides you out of the conference room, heading towards the executive offices. You giggle as Joel ushers you into the room, pulling you into a kiss, his foot playfully kicking the door shut.

He moves the both of you over to where Tommy's desk is, pushing aside its contents off the tabletop in one fell swoop, the items clattering onto the floor. "Papi, what are you doing?" you ask cheekily as he bends you over the desk, lifting your skirt.

Joel growls and shoves you down onto the desk, his hands harshly grabbing onto your hips. Your arms scramble to find purchase as you knock over a framed photo of Tommy and Maria, watching helplessly as the image of their smiling faces falls onto the floor. His palm travels across your back, pinning you in place as he fiddles with his zipper with his other hand. "Line item 6," Joel murmurs as his hands begin to travel across the globes of your ass, squeezing and spreading and slapping them until you're so wet you can feel it dripping down your thighs.

Joel hums in appreciation. "Thats right Mami, get nice and wet for me, okay?" You can feel him pump his cock against you, notching his head at your entrance. "You gonna make a nice mess for me, baby?" he asks through gritted teeth as he strokes through your folds with his dick.

"Yesss," you moan, pushing your ass back toward him.

Joel pushes into you to the hilt in one brutal thrust as you cry out, grabbing onto the edge of the desk as he begins to pound into you in earnest, his thrusts so hard and punishing that the desk begins to rattle. You squeeze your eyes shut as Joel gathers your hair in his hand, pulling you back towards him. "Fuck baby, I'm gonna come so fucking hard, fill this pussy up and watch as it drips out of you, maybe fuck you again if we still have time-"

You gasp, taking a deep breath as his thrusts become so erratic it pushes you up the desk, lifting one leg onto the surface as Joel angles himself higher, hitting a spot so deep within you that you bite your lip from crying out, not wanting to attract any unwanted attention. You squeeze around his cock as you chase your high, hoping that Joel can maintain his composure long enough so you both can finish together. "No Mami, stay with me, come with me-"

He leans over you, pressing you onto the desk as he grabs onto your shoulders, pounding into you, his breath hot against your neck as he buries his face into it, huffing from exertion. "I'm so close Mami, I'm gonna... Fuck!" He bites your shoulder as he cums in one last brutal stroke, his hands harshly grasping your thighs as you feel his hot spend flow deep into your belly. You rock your hips onto him as his hand goes to your clit, rubbing until you are weak in the knees, your body trembling beneath his. "Fuck Joel," you say a little breathless as you slump onto the table as Joel pulls out of you, his finger probing into you as he pushes his leaking cum back where it belongs. "Come on, lets clean this up and head back before they notice-"

Joel just snorts as he zips up his jeans. "No," he replies nonchalantly as he catches his breath.

"No?" you ask as you straighten yourself up, frowning at him.

"Line item six says I bend you over his desk and leave a little souvenir," he motions to the mess on the floor, pens and papers scattered about.

"He's going to fucking murder you, Joel," you chuckle, pulling him into a kiss.

"Yeah? Well, he shouldn't have fucked around, because he's about to find out." He simply replies, taking your hand in his. "Come on, little Mami, quickly now, before he realizes we're gone..."

You share a laugh as he guides you back into the conference room. Bill raises an eyebrow at both of you, handing over a plate with steaming steak, as if he just finished cooking it. "I thought I'd save your lunches for last, figured you guys needed some extra time," he says, clearing his throat and nodding towards Tommy, who seems entirely oblivious to your brief disappearance. "You know Tommy, can't resist a good piece of steak," Bill continues, gesturing at Joel. "It's like everything around him disappears for a moment; you could rob him blind, and he wouldn't even notice," he adds with a small smile, placing a hand on Joel's shoulder and giving him a knowing look. "Enjoy your lunch, you two."

Bill Look, I wouldn't call myself a nosy person, but I am perceptive. [He glances at Frank whispering and giggling to Connie off to the side, rolling his eyes.] Look at them. They think that they're the eyes and ears of this operation, but what they don't know, is that I. Know. Everything. I am a survivalist. I gather intel on all of my surroundings, even if I am surrounded by absolute morons. [Bill takes another sip of coffee, subtly glancing around him before making eye contact with you, the reader, once more] So if you want to know the real scoop, the real ins-and-outs of this company, and not have to deal with the lunatics in Frank's not-so-secret shit talk club, come to me, I'll set you on the right path. At least I have snacks. [He looks off to you and Joel, giving a curt nod as he starts to cut into his own steak.] As much as I respect Tommy, he's not the one signing my checks at the end of the day. If there's anything that I value more than anything, it's loyalty. I don't like to play around, hate it when people bite the hands that feed them. People like that need to be taught a lesson. Joel's a good man, and sometimes, we fuck up... but it's how we handle ourselves after the fact that matters. If that means I help out an old friend, well- [he smiles as Tommy walks towards the conference room doors, heading back to his office. Bill smiles out into the distance.]

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erwinsvow · 30 days

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“okay, now turn around. show ‘em the back.” you follow rafe’s instructions, spinning around in a circle, the pretty white babydoll set floating up and revealing the plush of your ass and the matching panties underneath. “slower. good.”

rafe takes a step back, camera in his hand, trying to record all of the details of the scene—your pretty hair, your done-up face, the new lingerie he’d just bought you today.

making a home video had, surprisingly, been your idea, in exchange for the new set you were wearing now. rafe had agreed in a heartbeat. he almost wants to make you regret ever suggesting the idea.

“now get on the bed.” you comply, falling gently on your back with spread legs, raising your head to look at your boyfriend, his face covered by the hand-held camera.

“rafe-” you start with a whine, but he interrupts you, crawling in closer, a hand resting on your knee.

“nuh-uh. don’t wanna hear it. your idea, remember?” you nod. “yeah, that’s right. now turn around. head down, ass up.”

you adjust your body accordingly, your head resting on his pillow and arching your back for rafe. your face flushes at the very thought of what he’s recording right now—your compromising position and exposed panties. you know rafe, so you know he’s zooming in on the wetness pooling between your legs and the growing dark patch on your pretty white underwear.

the position is a little uncomfortable, but nothing you’re not used to at this point. you wait impatiently, hoping rafe decides he’s had enough of the home video and starts to do what you’ve been waiting for all day. your entire body squirms when rafe moves your panties aside, fingers prodding your tight hole exploringly. you want to collapse on your stomach, but you stay upright, thighs trembling and fingers clenching his sheets.

“rafe—!” it comes out in another whine, while rafe slides two of his fingers into your pussy, scissoring them and stretching you out. you silence yourself by dropping your head onto the pillow, mouth getting covered with a mouthful of cotton.

“‘s okay. let ‘em hear you. it’s good.” he keeps recording, focusing the camera on his fingers pushing in and out of your wet hole, glistening with your juices. he laughs to himself, shushing you when you start to question why. he adds a third to distract you, your question long forgotten and moans spilling from your mouth. “feel good, huh? y’like putting on a show? bet you do.”

you move your hips in tandem with his fingers, swaying like you’re actually getting fucked, noises muffled against his pillow.

“wha’s that? can’t hear you.” rafe brings the hand holding the camera close to your pretty face, pulling your hair back in a tight yank to lift your face. he keeps an eye on the screen, recording your fucked-out face while your voice becomes clearer.

“o-only for you, rafe! jus’ for you-”

“good girl, that’s right.” he lets your head fall back, bringing the camera back to your pussy. rafe pulls out his fingers, listening to your whimper and making sure he captures the way you clench around nothing. “don’ worry. gettin’ what you want now.”

you hum in pleasure, twisting your head to look back at your boyfriend hovering over you, unbuckling his belt and taking out his dick, already hard. you can only keep looking for another second, because rafe runs the tip over your pussy, rubbing against your clit momentarily and making your eyes flutter shut instantly.

“o-oh. please, rafe-”

“so polite. good girl.” he repeats his motions, making your body tense up while you finally get some contact to your sensitive core. just when you think he’s gonna slide inside you, he doesn’t, pulling away instead. you look up for a second, watching rafe hover the camera over your pussy again, focusing on some other detail he’s trying to capture.

“rafe, please, just put it in-”

“yeah?” you think maybe you should have just shut up and been patient. he shrugs, setting the camera down on the bed, near your head, facing the two of you and so close that it can probably see the red on your cheeks. “okay. don’t wanna hear any complaints-”

you think you blacked out after he said that, since you can’t remember anything. rafe snaps his hips back and forth, the sound of skin slapping filling his bedroom. you cry out against his pillow, at how fast he’s going, how full you feel, how stretched out you are right now. rafe’s hands grope your ass, holding you in place while he fucks you, at such a speed you think he’s trying to break you. finally it’s too much, and you grab onto his headboard, trying to pull yourself away to get a second to catch your breath.

“rafe, rafe, it’s too much—” he holds you back firmly, adjusting to mount you completely, not stopping his motions for even a second.

“you asked for it,” he replies, pulling your hair back and positioning your face right in front of the lens. “stay like this. wanna see how it looks when you cum on camera.”

#a lil idea from those photos i saw with drew holding cameras lol <3 #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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tainted-liquor · 6 months

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𓇼𓈒ㅤׂHow Curious... 𓆉 [4.11.23] - ft. Miles G. Morales 𓆡 genre: fluff, part 2 of Sea Grillz!

What a liar.

Two years ago, you met a human. A beautiful, beautiful human who promised that he would come back and visit you. You waited around the coral for months, breaching the surface of the freshwater haven every now and again to see if the familiar red metal cargo ship ever showed up again. You kept that piece of soft cotton fabric wrapped tightly around your gills in hopes that one day the boy would remember you and come back. What was his name again? Prowler?

You zoomed through the warm currents of the 'Big Lagoon', otherwise known as the Caribbean Sea by the surface dwellers in search of some new findings at the bottom of the ocean. Your tail eagerly jerked through the waves, propelling you forward with the force of a bullet train as you scanned the ocean floor for any new finds. You had somewhat of a collection; a brass hand mirror, several giant beady 'pearls' of some sort, silky gloves, and a plethora of coins from all ages and times. It was dark, barely visible as your eyes struggled to pick out every minor detail due to the lack of sunlight. But truth be told, you only had one thing in mind as you glided through the pure water.

You breached the surface, hair falling along your shoulders as your beautiful coral and shell necklace rested against your collarbone. You looked up at the warm skyline, losing yourself in the vibrant shades of orange, pink, and yellow that decorated the world and illuminated your skin. You raised a hand out of the warmth of the ocean, watching as your skin morphed from a pale blue to your natural melanated tone. Your jewelry consisted of pearls, small shells, your swamp blue scales that you lost along the way, and solid diamonds that shimmered on the horizon. It was perfect; no humans to disturb the mesmerizing crash of the waves or the blue tint of the water.

You felt for your cold neck, grazing your soft fingertips over the ripped piece of cotton wrapped around your neck. A sense of melancholy suddenly filled your mind, missing the man that appeared before you and swept you off your fins. You looked around the bare ocean, whispering a silent prayer to whatever may be listening. Oshun? Ikatere? Whoever ears it fell upon, you'd hope they'd hear you.

"Please come back tomorrow..."

You bowed your head before darting back under the deep blue, blazing through the current with no other goal than to get home safely. It was hard to describe this feeling of grief. Maybe it was the promise he muttered that remained broken, or maybe it was his sense of style with those iron-clad claws and shiny teeth. He hadn't left your mind since he sailed away, but you sure left his. You cozied up next to the soft pink anemone, allowing its tentacles to flick and wave at your nose.

The ocean surface went from gentle pinks obscured by ripples of water to pitch black. The inky sky glowed with speckles of stars as you laid back on your lively 'pillow', gently running your fingers through the rough nylon of the rope attached to your waist. You thought to yourself for a moment, dancing over the buttery kapa fabric that covered your chest. It was just like every other night, staring at the water's edge while you attempted to lull yourself to sleep. But there was a sudden urge for you to get up and swim out far east.

You gasped, hopping up at the speed of light, tail twitching with an unfamiliar sensation. Your iridescent scales glimmered under the moon...something was nagging you to swim east. So what did you do? Swam as far right as you could.

"Tú en mi cama..." Miles muttered, deep purple Prowler mask glimmering in the moonlight as music flooded his brain. He knew he was stupid for sailing out in the middle of the sea for no reason, but he had to see that pretty little mermaid again. The one with the big beady eyes and the baby-soft skin, yeah. That one. It had been two years since he last saw that face, and you've been burned into his brain ever since. So now here he was, out in the middle of the sea as his new watch spewed out coordinates for him to follow.

Still in that same red cargo ship he stole two years prior, he sped out into the uncharted waters in pursuit of the woman with the blue skin. and the perfect scales. It was a dark and eery atmosphere as he voyaged forward. The ghostly hue of the moonlight led him forward, serving as his candle in the abyss. The ocean shimmered, each wave highlighted by the fluorescent white as Miles put the engine in reverse and allowed the boat to bob above the water.

He stepped away from the helm of the ship, his heavy-duty boots making a loud thudding sound against the deck as he swung both legs against the railing. He hummed along to the reggaeton music that was blasting through his headphones and took another glance over the sea line. His twin braids swayed gently with the low whistling of the wind, as the cold air kissed every inch of Miles' exposed skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Everything seemed to follow a pattern; the waves would flow and crash against the ship, and the wind would puppeteer his braids. Until there was a familiar deviation in the water.

You darted forward, ducking and weaving between corral, debris, and anything that stood in your way as judgment guided you forward. You passed by the little crabs and gave a couple pats to some adorable Mahi-Mahi before you saw it; the strange shadow you were met with long ago. Your eyes widened with hope and adoration, making no effort to conceal your presence as you breached the surface. "Hey!" You shouted upon seeing the familiar purple glow from some sort of mask. The small white eyes widened, glitching from their regular slits to tiny hearts as you swam closer towards the ship.

"Oh, shit-...Chiquita! ¿Cómo has estado? I missed you!" He shouted, lowering down some sort of boat attached to some ropes that he gestured for you to climb into. You held on to the edge of the smaller wooden boat, lifting yourself up with all your strength as you plopped down onto the rickety oak. He hoisted you up, using all his strength to pull you up on the deck with him. The floor of the ship was freezing cold, floorboards creaking under the added body weight as you flopped on the ground. You lifted yourself up on the palms of your hands, coming face-to-face with the strange 'prowler' once again.

"Where have you been! I've been waiting for you for...for...forever! You said you'd be back!" You shouted, wasting no time as your sopping hands grazed over his exposed arms. His skin was cold to the touch and littered with goosebumps as you attempted to take off his mask, earning a low chuckle from the boy in front of you. He grabbed your wrist, gently moving your hands away from his face as he went to speak. "How often do you think I can boat out to the middle of the ocean? Hmm?" He asked, his tone laced with gentle sarcasm and slight heartbreak. He really did want to come back sooner, but time has never been a friend of Miles.

"I see you found more jewelry," he commented, gently taking your glimmering hand in his as he examined the diamonds, aquamarine, gold, and blue calcite that decorated your knuckles. You were worth millions...fins or no fins, you had a killer jewel collection that could fund an entire generation's college ride. Miles sat on the floor so he could be at eye level with you, pulling you in his lap as he collapsed his retractable mask. "I got jewels too," he mumbled, before opening his mouth just enough for you to see the shimmery glint of...teeth jewelery?

Your eyes widened, pupils dilating as you leaned forward to get a good look at his mouth. His sharp canines were covered by a silver outline, while his bottom teeth were lined with what looked like pure diamonds as you ran your fingertips against the smooth metal. "This is...wow," you sighed, admiring the sparkling gems as Miles smirked at your reaction. "This is called a grill," He muttered, closing his jaws before you made an attempt to put your head in his mouth. You nodded, still processing his flashy sense of style as he scanned over your ethereal garments and figure.

"So what y'all be doin' down there? What's it like on the ocean floor?" Miles asked, gently kissing the thenar of your palm as your hand came to caress his face. You thought for a minute, letting the cold wind blow against your frostbit skin. "It's dark...I mean, I have angler fish! But other than the dark, it's very cozy," You shrugged, hands dancing across his black cotton turtle neck. "It's got a lot of cool things, and a lot of coins. Definitely a lot of coins..." You chuckled, feeling the soaked fabric trickle water down the nape of your neck.

"Damn...New York is never dark," Miles laughed. His laugh was cold and hollow, but oddly comforting as he fixed your makeshift 'waist beads' made out of a piece of rope. He took your face in his cold, and rough hands as he admired your perfection. He'd never seen such a pretty girl in his life, and she was miles away out at sea. Your button nose perfectly complimented your full, two-toned lips. Whoever invented that fuckass 'Phi' system was wrong, YOU were the most beautiful girl in the world; with your glimmering scales, flashy gems, and gorgeous eyes.

He wanted to take you back with him and keep you all to himself, so the greed of the world could never reach out and take from you like they took from him. But deep down he knew there wasn't a place for you in his world. He placed a cold, comforting kiss on your collarbone as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "C'mon, tell me about what you did while I was gone," Miles chuckled, hoisting you up as he waltzed toward the helm of the ship. He wanted his conscience to narrate his thoughts in your voice, that thick islander accent and velvety tone talking to him about his own moves.

You talked his ear off for hours, sitting pretty on his lap while he learned all about Aycayia culture, what you eat in a day, and how prevalent 'rare' gems are in the deep blue sea. He didn't care that he was soaked from head to toe, or that he was losing feeling in his legs the longer you stayed on his lap. He just wanted to hold you for a little bit longer as you mindlessly fiddled with his silver chain. His hands gently caressed your hair before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a small pinkish purple metal 'watch'. "I gotta go, I'm so sorry..." he muttered, attaching it to your wrist as the futuristic bracelet emitted a soft glow.

Your head cocked to the side, trying to make sense of the strange device. "This will show me your coordinates. Don't lose it. I'm gonna bring you with me one day, I promise," He mumbled, holding you as close as possible. The wind sang a song of melancholy, the ocean coming to a still as you felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. You wanted him to stay, to tell you more stories of his life as 'The Prowler'. You hated the idea of not seeing him for another two years, tears pricking at your waterline as you smushed your cheek against his.

"I really...really love you. Please don't take too long...?" You whispered, the top half of your body hanging off the rim of the ship.

"...I love you too."

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opultea · 1 year

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Hi!!!! I just read your abnormal love languages head canons and they were all so *squeals and starts kicking legs like a middle schooler with a crush*

Anyway, could I please request headcanons of Alhaitham, Albedo, Heizou, Tighnari and Dottore (if that's too much, just Tighnari and Albedo are okay!) with a GN!reader who likes to listen to their S/O's heartbeat when they cuddle? You can make it fluff or hurt/comfort, I'm not picky ^-^! Thank you so much, and have a nice day/night!

Note: Aww I'm so glad you liked it! Hopefully this one is just as heart fluttering (❁´◡`❁)

The Sound of You

Genshin men with an s/o who likes to listen to their heartbeat ft. Albedo, Heizou, Tighnari, Dottore - GN Reader (No Pronouns) - Fluff - Romantic - SFW

Albedo

It wasn't often the Head Alchemist of the Knights of Favonious was seen

He was a busy man, not to mention a bit recluse considering his main research lab presided halfway up a mountain

If you asked the people of Mondstadt what they thought Albedo would be up to at this time, you would receive a myriad of responses detailing the curious and admiring thoughts that came to their minds

"Oh, the Chief Alchemist? No doubt busy working away in his lab, such a diligent young man! If only my own grandson were so hard working..."

"Whatever Albedo's doing it's sure to be spectacular! He's so precise and level-headed, it feels like there's nothing he couldn't do!"

It would take the public by surprise that the cool-headed, conscientious chief alchemist was, as of this moment, curled up in the most comfortable chair in his Dragonspine lab, warming by the fire with you perched in his lap

They were right about one thing, Albedo was busy and hard working

But the moments he deemed acceptable for breaks were the ones you both cherished the most

Albedo knew you loved nothing more than pressing your head into his chest, nuzzling closer to hear the steady beat of life in him

So he always indulged you whenever you asked, or even when you tried to trick him into it by overstating how cold you were in an attempt to get him to hold you

He always obliged anyway

Often you would read and he would sketch you, the two of you enjoying your entanglement in the quiet filled only by the soft crackle of the fire and the in-sync beating of your hearts

Heizou

Heizou loves to indulge your habit of listening to his heartbeat

Anything to get your head nuzzled into his chest!

As soon as he arrived home from work, he would zoom to the bed, grabbing you along the way to situate you in a nice relaxing cuddle

He'd tell you all about the case he solved that day as he laid back against the headboard, his hand behind his head and the other on your back, holding you close to him

Once he's finished his story, he looks down to admire you, eyes closed and smiling gently

"Whatcha doing there sweetheart?"

"Just listening to your heart,"

"And what does it say?"

"Hmm, well it seems to be speaking in morse code,"

"Oh? I think it might be saying: I love you,"

Heizou tickles your sides and chuckles as you laugh, trying to escape him by playfully slapping at his arms and rolling along the bed

Once he retreats from his assault, you joke that if Heizou's heartbeat was actually the morse code for 'I love you' he would probably be dead

"You're right lovebug, but it's still true,"

Tighnari

As forest watchers, you were always taking care of everything around you

The forest, the other rangers, the poor souls that stumbled into the rainforest and happened apon a poisonous mushroom

The many duties the two of you had meant that you were always off doing something, whether Tighnari was clearing a withering zone while you took care of patients, or he was giving a lecture on edible flora while you patrolled, the two of you were always busy caring for others

So during the evenings after dinner, when you're finally officially off work, the two of you like to cuddle up in your shared hut and take care of each other for a while

You'll chat about your respective days, lamenting the time you were apart but mostly just indulging in the time you now have together

At some point, as you usually do, your head leans down to rest on Tighnari's torso, fully enjoying just being with him for a while

Once Tighnari realises that you're listening to his heart beating he huffs in amusement

"What? You checking to see if I'm still alive? I can guarantee that no matter how hard my day is that I won't be dying because of it,"

You argue that it's just comforting for you and he teases you all the same

Although it's not like he's moving away or anything

In fact, he soon wraps his tail around your waist like a blanket to keep you there

Turns out that he's found a love for you listening to his heart too

Dottore

Many of the Harbingers have a main office in which they complete paperwork and have subordinates report to them

Although Dottore also has one, he often leaves it empty, tending to prefer his lab as a place of work

Why would he hide behind a desk all day when he could be carving a new vector of science, forged in the name of discovery?

That said, there were days when the load of paperwork was unavoidable, and the office was a safer choice to complete it, lest a segment or subordinate spill something important on the equally as important but less interesting papers

So when a Fatuus walked into the Second Harbinger's office, they were surprised to see the doctor at all, but were even more surprised to see you sitting pretty in his lap

"What?" The Doctor harshly asked. He wasn't too happy about being interrupted, although you looked fine, smiling sweetly with your head in the crook of Dottore's neck

Dottore's sharp voice cut through the Fatuus' shock as they tried to get through their report without staring at you. Seeing the Second Fatui Harbinger as a magnet for such affections was rare after all, even impossible

The Fatuus watched the Doctor sigh and saw how you snuggled into him in response, rubbing your cheek against his neck and closing your eyes with a smile

"If you're finished with your gawking, you are dismissed."

The Fatuus shoulders stiffened as they saluted, quickly leaving the office and the strange scene

Once they were gone, Dottore asked you whether you had to do this now

"Of course, I love listening to your heart, it's so steady and calm. And we never get to do this in the lab, since you're always standing. So this is the perfect place!"

Your reasoning truly stumped him, but he let you do as you pleased

After all, you were right about one thing: it was rare that you got to sit with him like this. So he supposed he could let you continue, at least for now

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buckgasms · 10 months

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Doctors Barnes and Rogers (Part 6)

So this is the final part of this official story, but I am absolutely open to writing little drabbles for them so please do send them in to me 🩷

Thank you for all the love and reblogs and comments throughout it! Love you all loads!

What a wild ride this has been 🤣

This was the absolute most typical thing that could happen. Both of them had gone out, Bucky to work and Steve to get groceries and as you had gone to get yourself a drink.....

Your waters had broken.

You stood in the kitchen in a state of shock and nerves. It wasn't a total surprise given how huge you were and the fact the two doctors had been checking you out regularly and explaining each part of the journey in excellent detail.

It was just that you were alone and the fear of what the next day or two would hold, let alone the rest of your life, would be like.

Finally your brain caught up with the situation and you started scrambling to your phone and called Steve...

"Hey honey, did you ne-"

"Baby is coming!!!" You screeched down the phone, "water broke, it's coming you need to get home!"

He was silent for a beat before he chuckled and his calm voice filled your mind. "Ok pretty girl, it's all gonna be fine. Just relax, I'll be home before you know it." He pauses and you can picture him with a shy smile on his face. "Wow... Can't believe it's finally happening..."

You smile and he tells you he's on his way home. "Don't forget to get chocolate... I still want chocolate, baby or not!"

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By the time Steve arrived home you had already called Bucky and he was zooming home from the office. Your contractions had also begun and although they were quite minor, they still felt really uncomfortable. Luckily Steve was fine with you squeezing his hand and did a really good job of helping you breathe through them.

Your serenity was interrupted by Bucky bursting through the door and storming into the living room. You can't help but giggle at how crazy he looks, your giggles becoming louder as he becomes indignant at yours and Steve's laughter.

"What?? You called me in a panic about water breaking and now you're laughing at me?" You peal into more giggles until another sharp contraction hits you. You can't help but whimper as Bucky grabs your free hand and sits down next to you.

"Sorry Bucky" you say between breaths but he just smiles and kisses your head. "It's ok sweetheart, anything to make you smile hmm?" As it passes you smile and press a kiss to his cheek, quickly providing one for Steve before he could complain about it.

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After a few hours it was decided it was time go to hospital. It had been agreed between the three of you that that was the best place to be, and both Steve and Bucky could be there to support you and enjoy the moment, rather than work. Although you had no doubts they would try to take over as much as they could.

You sat in the back of Steve's car with Bucky as he held your hand and stroked your tummy. "You feeling ok darlin'?" he said, analysing you a little as you smiled tightly. "Yeah I'm ok, just feel nervous. What if something happens? Or what if I'm not cut out for being a mother?"

He smiled and leaned in to press a kiss to your lips. "You are amazing, everything you've done has just been incredible and we love you so much. Whatever happens we are in this together, we'll take care of you, and this one..."

You wiped your eyes and kissed him again, feeling better as you squeezed his hand. "Still think it's going to be a girl?" You said and he nodded, "1000%" Steve laughed from the front and shook his head. "That's how much you're gonna owe me when it's a boy" he said wiggling his eyebrows at you in the mirror, making you giggle and roll your eyes.

You were more interested in who the baby's daddy was. But you had never asked, afraid it would make one of them feel left out. But you just wanted to know... Blonde or Brunette.

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Your contractions were coming thick and fast now you were settled in your hospital bed. You had been given gas and air which was delightful, but it was still so painful and you couldn't help let your groans loud in an attempt to relieve some of the pain.

Steve was rubbing your back as Bucky gripped your hand in his, both of them coaching you through it. Sadly they were doing it in quite contradictory ways.

"Deep breaths" said Steve, while Bucky suggested "breathe quickly through the contractions to help you manage it" and in an attempt to please them both you were doing short, deep, fast breaths until you felt dizzy.

After a while of this you finally flopped back on the bed and swatted at both of them. "You must stop" and they both looked shocked as you glared towards them. "I can't do both, just let me breath and if I need help I will ask you!" They looked sheepish and apologised before offering a hand each for you to grab, just in time for your next contraction.

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It had been 12 hours. You were utterly exhausted and every bit of your body was either in agony or just aching. You had cried, cursed and yelled with no end in sight.

In a moment of calm you sat with Bucky as he pressed a cold flannel to your forehead and pressed a kiss to your hand. "Bucky I'm so tired" you croaked as a little tear slid down your face, he leaned in to kiss your cheek. "I know sweetheart, but you are doing so well. Steve and I are so proud of you..."

"But why won't he come out?" You said as your head flopped back on the pillow. "Ooh so you think it's a boy huh?" Bucky leans over and kisses your face, teasing as you can't help but huff out a laugh. "At this moment I don't care if it's bright green, just get it out of me..."

He chuckles as Steve leans in as well and strokes your hair. "You want us to have a word? See if we can move things along?" You giggled as he moves down to your tummy and taps gently.

"Hey buddy, Daddy here. Listen, you've been driving your momma crazy and we can't wait, so can you get a move on in there?" He presses a kiss to your tummy and you giggle again.

Just then the doctor comes in and gives you a commiserating look. "You've been doing so well, let's see if we can get you moving along now..."

She takes a seat at your bottom half and lifts your gown as Bucky moves to take a look. "Bucky don't be a backseat Doctor" you groan but he ignores you with a smile on his face as the Doctor checks your dilation.

"Well, I don't know what you said Dr Rogers but it's time... Baby's ready."

Your laugh turns into a whimper and turns back into a giggle. "Oh I don't think I can actually.... Maybe we can wait...?"

All three of them look at you with that annoying doctor face. "Honey, don't worry, we'll be with you the whole time, it's gonna be ok..."

"It's coming out of me! A baby! One of your babies, it's going to be huge! I can't do this. I won't..."

The doctor moves outside to give you a moment as they join you again, soft looks on their faces. Bucky strokes your cheek and rubs his nose against yours. "It's alright pretty girl. I know it's scary, but once it's done we'll have our baby. Our little baby who we can love and treasure and take care of... Let's go and do this now, she's ready and so are we sweetness..."

You nod after a shaky breath and finally you are wheeled into the delivery room.

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After another hour or so you were back in your hospital room, but this time you had a little baby in your arms. It was so quiet compared to the screaming and beeping and talking in the delivery room.

Now it was just the two of you, a baby with a little pink cap softly gurgling and breathing deeply in your arms. She was so beautiful and smelled so heavenly, her warm little body felt like a little hot water bottle. She was so tiny, but your love for her was enormous.

Bucky and Steve joined you and settled on the bed next to you, making a lovely little sandwich of you and your baby girl.

"She's so perfect" you whisper before looking at them both. Bucky's fingers rub over the little pink hat and Steve brushes your hair and presses a kiss to your temple.

"You've done amazing sweetheart. We're so proud of you."

You smile and kiss them both, as your eyes flutter closed, the adrenaline finally running out and exhaustion taking over you.

"Sleep honey, we've got you... We've got you both..."

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #doctor bucky #doctor steve rogers #doctor rogers #doctor barnes #dr stucky #stucky x you #doctor stucky #stucky x reader #stucky #bucky x reader x steve

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lovelybarnes · 9 months

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The Blanket in The Box- B. Barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, sam wilson warnings: I FORGOT TO INCLUDE THE TEAM I'M SO SORRY I'LL WRITE A SECOND PART, silly about: request! "What if fem reader got a blanket of bucky. how would he react? how would the team react? i just felt like if u write this promt u would give it the best justification." (THANK YOU SO MUCH for thinking of me so nicely thank you i hope you liked it!!). a/n: this fic won!! i hope you're ready. i hope i did the idea justice!! also i could not for the life of me think of a clever little title so i made it like a bones episode name. yay!

“Something came for you.” Sam is standing at your open door, fingers tucked underneath a large box that has his arms brawnier than usual and his brows up to his forehead, a false innocence in his eye that makes you think he knows exactly what he’s carrying.

You stare at the box for a second and try to think, recalling each order placed and its corresponding package received. You gasp. Sam’s lips prune up like he can read your mind, his fingers curving a little protectively.

You leap from your bed and snatch it away from him, its weight surprising enough to slip straight out of your hands. You heave a foot over the sealed flaps and stare at Sam’s smile. “Go,” you say.

“What?” He exclaims indignantly, grin dropping. “That’s not fair! This whole thing is thanks to me—I should reap some rewards.”

“How?” you demand, bewildered. “They were my targeted ads. Mine.” You push your finger into your chest for emphasis.

"Sure. But would you have paid attention to those targeted ads without my mindful encouragement?" Hard shoving, more like.

"Yes!" you insist, eyes narrowed.

He drops his indignance and instead adopts pleading. “Please just let me see his reaction, you won’t even be able to tell I’m there—”

“No!” you push him out of your room and close the door, leaving him importunate on the other side.

He raps gently at the door with the base of his palm. “Just let me see it! I just want to see it in real life once.”

You press your lips together and crack the door open a sliver. He jumps back and stands ramrod straight, chin dipped hopefully. “Tomorrow,” you say. “You’ll be the first I show."

He looks at you dubiously. "You swear?"

You press your palm to your chest. "From the bottom of my heart."

He seems to accept your offer, glancing back up at you inquisitvely. You back up preemptively, gripping the doorknob tighter. He steps closer. "Will you please take a video, I'll do whatev—"

You shut and lock the door, turning back to The Box.

Apprehensively, you pace around the box, offhandedly snagging an intricate knife from the hidden curve of your closet. It's almost nerve-wracking when you push the blade against the tape, sucking in a giddy breath as you part the flaps open, tossing the weapon onto your carpet and tugging out the contents with great effort. It's doughier than you would have thought, covered with preservative tissue paper. You toss that aside as well, unfolding the blanket you wobble to your feet.

You gasp when you see it wholly, a hand grasping one end of the blanket, the other going to your mouth in order to stop the spiral into laughter.

It's amazing.

It’s greater than you could possibly imagine. Plastic-scented, sure, but you believe in sacrifice.

You hobble over to your bed, draping the blanket over the mattress. "Wow," you whisper, a little overwhelmed as you take in the details.

The Bucky at the top right corner is barely glancing at the camera, an obviously deeply zoomed-in paparazzi picture of him walking outside. Bottom Left Bucky is another papparazzi photo, this one of him holding your bag in a park. Bottom Right Bucky's hand is cut off, along with yours attached to it, but you can see your fingers peeking out behind another Bucky's head.

Top Left Bucky is side-profiled in a suit you remember from a gala, and another Bucky from the same night is in the middle, a little bigger. You recognize the image as one of the mandatory ones Tony ordered for the night, and it's clear why that one is meant to be the center of attention. It's clearer, the surly details of Bucky's face easier to make out; notably the closest thing to a smile a strange camera is going to get from him—the slightest, most sardonic painstaking curl of the corners of his lips.

Still. He's so handsome it makes your chest hurt.

His hair is neat and done in a way that accentuates his cheekbones, and the lovely splendour of his eyes translates even into blanket.

You lean in closer. "Huh," you say. "Did he always have such long eyelashes?"

One of your hands splays atop a grumpy picture of Bucky, fingers curling and uncurling on the fuzzy surface. Not bad.

For the real test, you pull an edge up and crawl underneath, pulling your chin to your chest to stare at the blanket from above.

"Warm," you mutter appreciatively, fisting your hands into a Bucky's face. You pinch it to your field of view, dragging a chunk off your ankle so you can observe this Bucky up close. You recognize his clothing as his mission gear. How someone got the picture is beyond you.

You're too busy picking at the blanket to notice the subject walk into your room, shutting the door very carefully once he's on the other side of it. "Hey."

You startle, meeting his eyes abashedly. You stretch out your fingers as far as they'll go over what you were looking at, but it's futile when there are twin faces on every other inch. Bucky hasn't seemed to notice your unease, and you try to get your limbs to relax so he won't.

"Hi," you force out, cringing when you sound doubtful. You clear your throat. "Heeey."

He frowns at you. "Do you know Sam is outside your room?"

"Is he?" you say. "How... strange."

Bucky gets to your bedside and stares down at you, dubious. "Are you feeling—" The back of his hand is grazing your forehead when he pauses, breath catching for what must be the first time. You don't stop looking at him, catching the contemplative inhale and subsequent eyebrow furrow when he realizes he isn't even sure what to ask.

You stare at each other for a few moments until his lips part again, index finger tapping on your blanket. "Is that me?"

"No," you lie immediately. "No, it's not."

"I'm pretty sure... I'm pretty sure that's my face."

"No."

"I know it pretty well."

"Me too."

"Why do—where did th—" He sighs, deeply and deflatedly.

"It's Sam's fault," you blurt. "Mainly. Or, actually, it's because of how shitty our privacy is nowadays. You're right. Things were better back in the old days."

"Where did you get this?"

"Etsy," you admit ashsamedly. "It was actually pretty expensive. I got an ad for it and it started off as a joke, and then..."

His head shakes confusedly, pupils flickering between each face on top of you. "Why... why do you have this?"

"I got an ad," you repeat.

"Sure. But... why?"

"I don't know. I generally try to avoid the Bucky Barnes edits."

"That's not what I... I mean why would you listen to it?

"I personally like it."

"How would someone make this?"

"A collage? I don't know, the internet is getting hard for me to understand."

"Why? Why would this exist?"

"Why not?" you counter.

He steps back, tongue sweeping over his bottom lip. His pupils erratic before they settle on a specific part. You try and follow his gaze, arriving at a shirtless image of him from a couple metres away, a towel draped around his neck.

“How did they get that picture?” He looks it over critically, a grimace on his face. He grows a little more horrified as he discovers more stills of him in different situations.

"You know there are these things of all of us? I found one for Steve. Mine's pretty creepy." You slip out from underneath it, standing guiltily next to Bucky. He's barely noticed you, a frantic finger drumming on Bottom Right Bucky's shoulder. "Tony has one of himself. I'm pretty sure he had it commissioned."

Bucky doesn't respond and you tug at his shirt. "Will you stop glaring at it?"

"I just... every time I think I get this century, aliens or Asgard or.... this happens."

You rub a soothing palm up and down his arm. "Okay, I'll give you that. That's fair enough."

"What are you going to do with it?" he asks, turning to you.

You cock your head. "What do you mean? What do you usually do with blankets?"

"Really?" He looks a little horrified.

"Yes, of course. Why else?" You grab his arm. "Touch it," you encourage, urging his hand to smooth over it. "It's soft."

"I guess."

"That's not something you can argue, Buck," you admonish.

"Wanna see?"

"No," you mutter, glaring at him. "It's gonna grow on you," you say menacingly.

"It won't."

"We'll see." You pat Middle Bucky on the head. "We'll see."

You like challenging yourself in harmless situations. Setting a ginormous plate on your non-dominant hand seems innocuous enough when the only thing threatening it is your impeccable balance, and after a particularly short mission, it serves to burn what's left of your adrenaline.

You step too confidently and your tray of cookies balances precariously on your palm.

You concentrate on each wobble, careful to not let anything slide too far. When you finally turn to your room, you let your shoulders slump from their place by their ears, only to regret it immediately when you tense again, sensing another presence the moment you step inside.

It's a relief for just a moment when you realize it's only Bucky splayed across your bed, because you realize he's sleeping very peacefully beneath the Bucky Blanket and your phone is in the pocket opposite to your free hand.

You gasp and subsequently snap your mouth shut, stilling in your doorway.

"My phone. My phone, nonono," you hiss in despair, needing to shut your eyes to concentrate but not wanting to look away. You suck in a beep breath, focusing on keeping the plate steady as you switch hands and pull your phone out.

"Ohh, I knew it. I told him," you whisper, taking a picture.

A shimmery glow takes on most of the weight, allowing you more freedom with angles. You're taking a slow step toward the bed when you're interrupted. You should've closed your door.

"No way," Sam chortles loudly. Your tray clatters to the floor, Bucky shoots up in the bed. "Nice nap, narcissist?"

it seems like every picture of him groans with Bucky.

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hopefullyitsextensivebule · 10 months

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The Hair Cut { D.R.W X Reader }

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Reader

Writer's Whining: So ya boi got a nice haircut. *Chopped... was an understatement! I wanted to get first dibs on the occasion. This is very short; sorry about that. Also, this fic is a gift for friend of mine 🩵🩵🩵; you know who you are. Warning(s): Extreme fluff! Word Count: 1.1k+

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You checked Josie's story on Instagram and noticed something about Daniel. He wore a black mesh cap with his visor behind his head while driving. You zoomed in and saw that his hair looked incredibly different. You gasped in shock.

He had cut his hair.

You were surprised, to say the least, considering you had grown used to his curls framing his face in a way that resembled the standard bad boy in an 80s rock band in the days of rock' n' roll. Nonetheless, you were very pleased with what you saw.

He had come back to Nashville that weekend, coming around and hanging out with the boys before he made his way to your home. You were expecting him, so you had let the door open for him to walk through.

"Hey, Y/N!" he said with a chippy tone.

You looked up from your book and smiled up at him. "Hey, you," you say, discarding the book and getting up from the couch, slightly skipping to him and hugging his neck. You were trying to feel just how much he chopped off. There was no way you could tell from another hat blocking your view. Your hands placed themselves right at the nape of his neck and casually felt him. "How are you? How was your trip with your sis?" you ask innocently.

"Oh, it was great!" he said, his face beaming excitedly. He went into detail about how he could catch up with his sister, and you were too busy trying to find out how his hair looked. He still had his hate, so he was covering it. Did it look ugly? Did the sides look too close to the skin? You were asking yourself a million questions while Daniel was still speaking. "How was your weekend?"

"What?" you asked, getting out of your head.

"How was your weekend?" he asked as he migrated to the couch and sat beside your spot.

"Oh… it was good," you lied. Your weekend was okay, but you could have done something better with your time. You had to do laundry and restock the fridge, "did a lot of stuff this weekend, you know?"

Daniel engaged the conversation with a nod, having glanced idly at the state of your home and realized you were fibbing. A washing machine with clothes was about to finish its cycle. "I can tell," he said, wanting you to cop out.

You let out a nervous laugh but had depleted into the couch. "Yeah… it's been a tiring weekend."

"Come on," he said, taking your hand and pulling you up from the couch, "let me take care of you."

You protested, not wanting to burden him with mundane things, even though you needed the help, "no, no, no, please. It would be best if you didn't do that. And you just came back from Kentucky."

"I do, though," he said, taking your other hand, now holding them and rubbing the backs to reassure you, "besides, I miss you."

Your cheeks showed a rosy tint as you didn't expect him to say that. He took you upstairs and laid you down on your bed. "Now, what are your clothes in the washing machine?"

"Just some shirts and pants," you say, feeling embarrassed again, "You don't have to, really—"

"Listen, I'm here now, so just sit back and relax and let Dan the Man handle this stuff," he told you, your face looking deadpan.

"I have never heard you call yourself that in all the time that I've known you," you reply, arms crossed.

"Just go with it."

You heard the ding of the washer catch his ear, to which he left you to tend to the laundry room and get your clothes out. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally relaxed, and within an instant, you fell asleep.

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The scent of delicious food cooking woke you up. You were still trying to get your surroundings, eyes looking around. You turn your head to see the time, realizing a significant gap from when you slept till now. Feet firmly planted on the floor, you walk out of your room and see Daniel in a tank and his shorts, having changed outfits. You rub your eyes and see him without his hat. His hair looked pulled back, a band keeping any flyaways away from the food he put on the table. He looked to his side and saw you. "Look who's awake," he gestured.

"Hey, Daniel," you saw, voice raspy and dry. "What's this?"

"Oh, I thought I'd order some takeout," he said as he made you a plate. "Come and sit."

You sat down and ate the food, feeling more aware of everything. After some light conversation and witty banter, you two finish your dinner and put it away, now residing on the couch. You were very comfortable, your legs across Daniel's as he talked about the silly antics your other friend Josh did. "He's such a goofball."

"He sure is," he said, his hand in his hair.

"Did you cut your hair?" you finally asked, your hand reaching out and going for his hair. Your fingers delved into his dark locks, feeling how soft and silky they looked.

"Yeah, I was kinda waiting for you to mention it," he told you, "the guys like it, but I wanna get your honest opinion."

You felt honored, and so you went to inspect his locks. Your hand fluffed up his hair, parting it side to side, down the middle, tousling it about. Daniel would stifle a giggle, seeing you have too much fun with this. "What's the verdict, judge?"

You soon got up and faced him, straddling his thighs and planting yourself on his lap. Your hands explored his hair more, but as you did, you started to hold onto his face and touch his cheekbones. "It's perfect," you say effortlessly. You leaned down and gave him a peck on his lips. Daniel was caught off guard but chuckled. You peck his lips again, Daniel having reciprocated the kiss.

With each kiss, it intensified.

His hands went to your back and pulled you on top of him, your arms around his neck. He tilted his head to get more access to your luscious mouth. You pulled away momentarily, catching your breath and resting your forehead against his. Daniel leaned in to gently kiss you, still wanting more from you. "So… you like it?' he said, trying to talk, but his voice slurred from being drunk off your kiss.

"Yeah… the hair, I mean," you say, chuckling a little. "And this as well."

"I like this, too," he told you, his hand on your cheek and leaning in to kiss you softly once more, you embracing him once more.

#greta van fleet #greta van fleet fic #greta van fleet fan fiction #danny wagner #danny wagner x reader #danny wagner fic #greta van fluff #fanfiction #fanfic

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neteyamyawne · 1 year

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Heyy, i saw that you make stories with grace

Could you please make grace x daughter reader, their relationship mother daughter going to the forest in the avatar bodies, anything else you want pleasee?!?!

A/n : this is so sweet, i love grace so much, I've been an avatar fan since 2009, and grace is still my absolute role model, i was so hurt when she died 😭 i will never forgive James Cameron for grace and neteyam. They were my favourite out of all others (except neytiri and tuk) 😭😭 anyways...

Ma'ite ♡

Pairing : Grace Augustine x daughter!reader

Summary : a day in the life of being grace Augustine's daughter.

Fluff 🤍

❈ Warning : none, just fluff , mention of needle once

❈ Word count : 1.3k , proof read

❈ Note : this made me go back to my 2009 phase, I miss her so much, she would have been such an amazing mom omg, I'm gonna go and cry in the corner brb 😭

"word" - dialogue

Your tablet was pulled out of your hands and you groaned "mommmm, please just one more hour, c'mon" you swirled in your chair looking at her, she just shook her head "nah uh, you've been saying that from past six hours missy, now get your lazy bum to the cafeteria, you need to eat something" you sighed you knew there was no arguing with your mother and she was right, you were studying that specimen way longer than you should have but in your defense it was so mesmerizing!

You sat down next to your mom and max, leaning onto her not really having the appetite to eat mash potatoes and beef that didn't even resembled the actual thing whatsoever,but she nudged you to eat even though the more you looked at it the more you wanted to vomit, so in the end you had a cup of tea/coffee and a bowl of fruits because it was better than puking your stomach out later, and also your mother demanded something fresh to be sent here once in a while.

Later that day, you were going for the trip of specimen collection in the lush forests of Pandora, you always went on the collection trips because, first you get to drive your avatar and second, your love to explore pandora never died down, getting into your avatar was the best part of the day, to be able to feel the nature around you and connect with it, while also to smack some scientists "accidentally" because you didn't see them, which was a lie, you saw them but it was more fun this way.

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Trudy flew around the trees, the airs rushing past your hair, the braids flowing in the current, the forest Below you happy and thriving, trudy landed carefully in a soft patch of grass, you bounced down glancing around, your tail up straight waving from side to side in curiosity, your ears up to hear each and every beautiful clicks and sounds made by the forest, making it alive, listening to the hoots and squeaks brought so much joy to you, grabbing your tablet and the collection kit, you walked behind your mom, as she led your way, coming to an halt near a giant tree, she crouched down motioning for you to do the same, and so you did, looking down at the thick root, scaning the area with her device that hanged around her neck, the electromagnetic signals were slow, so the tree can conserve energy for the time of distress, she described the specific physical details of the tree and I note them down, moving to the interior structures, she reached for the compound syringe, specially made for the extraction of the specimen, and pierced the root of the tree, you quickly scanned the pierced area with your tablet, the electromagnetic signals of the tree, zooming in bright lines on the screen, your eyes widen, mouth forming into a shocked smile as you showed it to her, this was new, the speed of transport of the message was way faster than the other samples collected, quickly taking the sample of the root and putting it back into the case and noting everything down in your notebook, you both walked further looking some more.

By the time you stopped collecting the sun was setting, you ended up having a piggy back ride on her back, because your legs got tired from all the walking, this was a daily occurrence by now , everytime you visited the forest for anything, it'd end up with her giving you a piggyback ride, and she didn't mind it either, while you walked together to the helicopter, the amount of samples you both collected today will keep you occupied inside the lab for more than 2 weeks minimum and you couldn't wait to start with them, nearing the rotter craft you gave her a kiss on the cheek and she dropped you off so you could climb into your seat, today drained your energy levels, but in a good way, you grew up surrounded by scientists 24/7, so knowing almost as good as them but you mostly worked with your favorite scientist in the whole world, exactly, your mom, and she loved to teach you too, giving the bits of knowledge that even the most qualified scientist below her didn't know. On the way back to the lab, your sleepless endeavors of last night's research sessions were taking a toll on you now, and you knew you won't be able to stay up late with your mom to finish the leftovers, but you'd try to push through it as much as you can.

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Getting up from your link, you stretched your limbs, yawning as it was almost night and you were up all night yesterday due to the research, walking over to your mom's link you saw her with a cigarette in between her lips, blowing a puff of smoke into the air, you rolled my eyes, here she goes again, the same lecture you repeat to her on a daily basis "mom-" but she cut you short "i know, i know, this is the last one i promise" she signed, you stood beside her looking directly at her you spoke

"That's what you said yesterday, mama" you played the "mama" card on her, she always melts when you call her that, rubbing her eyes and the bridge of her nose with the other hand, groaning when she caught onto what you were thinking, finally she blunted the cigarette in the ashtray and threw away the remaining box, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, i won't do it again" you smiled, proud that she was taking such a huge step, you hugged her, after a little victory celebration with gummy bears, both of you walked to your lab where you worked together, you had to get everything set before the new scientists from earth come here tomorrow.

Rolling over to the other side where she worked, you propped your chin on her shoulder "c'mon, mama, I'm tired let's go to sleep" you said pressing your forehead on her shoulder now, she just chuckled "i told you to take rest before and warned this would happen, but ohh do you ever listen to me? No, then why should I listen to you now? Hm?" You huffed, sleep was overpowering you "I'm sorry, i was wrong, i should have slept but now can we please go to our room and sleep while watching a movie? Please please please" giving her the pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, she broke instantly not having it in her heart to say no to you.

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You rolled over, hugging her side as you both settled down on the bed together, she put on your all time favorite movie and wrapped her arms around you, kissing your forehead she said "this is the last time, I'm letting this slide, I won't do it again for you" and you nodded but you both knew she won't do such thing and she would let it slide because well you're her daughter and only your deadlines get postponed. You snuggled your head in her neck as she ran her hand through your hair, by the time the movie got to the halfway point you were fast asleep, noticing this she turned off the screen, gently lifting the blanket to cover your shoulder, pulling you closer to her chest, she drifted of to sleep herself, with you all snug in her arms.

She wouldn't trade this, even if it meant giving up herself, she'd do it without hesitation, you were her world and the only thing important to her in this universe, she can go to any means to keep you safe and protected. this was the exact reason she brought you with her to this base, the only condition she kept against the RDA for her to start working on the pandora mission two years ago, that you'd come with her, wherever she goes you'll be right by her side and you couldn't be more grateful for it.

A/n : please request more of her, I love her so damn much 😭 I'll probably add more to this afterwards, if you wanna be tagged in my posts, comment on my taglist post for more info check my pinned post.

Yawne : @fanboyluvr, @callmeoncette, @lu-the-ghost-reader, @brisbriskett, @saltedcoffeescotch, @ducks118, @itscheybaby, @jackiehollanderr, @zoetrope1997, @yeosxxx, @persefolli, @im-in-a-pansexual-panik, @theycallmesia.

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suburbanbonfire · 3 months

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do you have any advice on capturing a person's likeness?

HOO BOY well first off, the unfortunate main answer is just,,,,,,lots of practice. The more you draw from references, do studies, the better you eye-to-hand connection will be. So. Yeah. Sorry.

OTHER THAN THAT one thing i like to do is do a really simple rough sketch first, not worrying at all about correctness, but just getting down the way shapes interact with each other, like if you squinted your eyes at the reference image to make it all blurry, what would the shapes be.

here, i like to exaggerate proportion, make the hair one big block, and work almost entirely with long, curved strokes. it also really helps me in particular by not having a totally blank canvas when im starting actually trying to get the likeness right.

if i were to try to actually make his nose right with just a circle for the head down on the paper, i would erase it so so many times.

then, with my clean sketch, I focus a lot on like, relativity? Where does the top of his eye line up with the bridge of his nose? if i draw a straight line up from the corner of his mouth, where would that intersect with his eye?

i like doing that to make sure that everything is placed in roughly the correct spot, and as a way to zoom in on details without getting lost in them

RANDOM OTHER THINGS

I think noses are my favorite to draw, especially for capturing likenesses. They have a lot of personality, and a lot more variety than you see in other places of the face

i know hockey doesn't have like, the widest range of hairstyle ever, but man if you're starting out, please use no-bucket photos as reference. anime was right that hair is such a useful defining feature

if youre drawing digitally, the liquify tool is GOD. if something looks funky it is so nice to be able to just kinda push it into the right spot without having to redraw anything

LOWER YOUR STANDARDS!!!! 95% of the time you're gonna finish a study and be like 'well this is not right' and then when you post it and caption it with who it is, people will see what you're getting at anyways! close enough IS, in fact, good enough

hope something in this helps at least a bit! thank you for the ask!

#one of my favorite comments ive received on anything though #was on the winter classic poster saying 'that looks NOTHING like his hairline'#and it made me laugh so hard #so on the other hand people will be haters no matter what #ALSO the poster im currently working on #has SOOO many fucking players and im going insane trying to make them all look right #lars and joey are beautiful #everyone else is fucked.#ok time 2 color this garth and play dnd #asked n answered

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kelly-clickspring · 7 months

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Okay, this took much longer than I anticipated, but this just ended up pulling out all my love. For those of you have been around awhile, you might recognize my first three OC's. It's been far too long since I've worked with them and they are very close to my heart. Gein, the giant is now named Galen (finally moving on to something more fitting than little 12 year old me could come up with 16 years ago). Lily and Tom are on his shoulder there, and if you want to read a little snippet of the interaction happening here, you can read under the cut!

I recommend zooming in to explore all the loving details!

Artwork, Galen, Tom, and Lily (c) Kelly Seitz, please do not repost, copy, or alter. Reblogs are always welcome, and I'd love to hear what you think in tags or comments!

Galen casts a sidelong glance, trying to catch a glimpse of the two tiny young ones perching on his shoulder. This is the calmest they've been since the since the shock of their arrival sent the world into turbulence. The tension had finally eased for a moment, which the giant himself settles into with a sigh and a smile.

Without turning his head, Galen can only see their feet, clad in new doll's shoes, but he refuses to disturb the peace for a better look. Hearing them is enough. Lily is expounding upon her vision of the stars above, explaining how she can see the night sky in such incredible detail as Galen has never heard.

Young Tom only adds slightly confused affirmative grunts from time to time, which stirs a chuckle in Galen's throat. At least he isn't the only one misunderstanding Lily's academic poetry about spinning nebulae and new stars. Regardless, hearing the fragile little one speaking with confidence warms his heart.

He knew taking them to Lonny for new clothing was a gamble. Galen felt their fear in his own throat and nearly couldn't watch them tremble in the flamboyant tailor's hands as he darted about taking measurements. In spite of that, fresh clothing seems to make them feel new again, just as he hoped it would.

"Now, sounds like ye know more about the stars than I ever learnt," Galen interjects softly. "Sorry I can't add much on that front, but I can show ye our constellations, and tell a few stories if ye like."

(And with that I'll cut it off, hopefully you'll come back for more when I get brave enough to post my writing again!)

#digital art #giant/tiny #g/t #original characters #oc art #Clickspring Art #Galen #Tom #Lily

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tommarvoloriddlesdiary · 1 year

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“I’ll admit,” Percy Weasley starts. He’s hardly paying attention to anything outside the documents he’s perusing, throwing occasional glances at the small, constantly updating graph shimmering in the air beside him. “When Granger came to me with this idea, I thought she had finally gone mad.”

He snorts to himself and flips to another page, “It’d be about time, honestly. Dating my brother really should have done her in sooner. But Granger is smart. She’s got a good head on her shoulders. So, even though I thought the time had finally come to declare the one sane addition to my family, insane—I gave her the benefit of the doubt.”

Someone off camera clears their throat, “Mr Weasley, could you clarify what idea Ms Granger had that you’re referring to?”

Percy looks up with furrowed brows. He tilts his head and asks, “What do you mean? It’s obvious.”

“It’s obvious to us but not to the audience.”

“Ah,” Percy nods sagely. “I understand. Right. I am referring to Hermione Granger’s idea of filming a documentary about life inside the Ministry of Magic in an attempt to raise recruitment across various departments, of course.”

“The ministry gets a bad rap,” Hermione Granger says while walking briskly down the halls of Level One. “People think we’re secretly dark. They think that underhanded things are happening in the underbelly of our ministry. As Junior Undersecretary to the Minister, I oversee many finer details of our departments here. And, lately, overall interest to work for the ministry has suddenly declined.”

She pauses before a door, one hand on the knob before she turns to address the camera head-on, “Each year, more and more students graduate from Hogwarts. The wixen population in England has flourished, but we’re not seeing an influx of resumes.”

A paper bird flaps its folded wings and lands on her wrist, pecking at her sleeve for attention. She glances down at it and plucks the bird, her magic smoothing out the folds until all that’s left is a small piece of blue paper with a brief note.

She reads it as she continues, “That’s where you all come in. PR is Percy’s job, but with the Minister’s upcoming reelection push, he hasn’t got the time to spare. So I’m counting on this inside look on the ministry to soften our public image and make us more approachable….” She pauses.

Her head lifts slowly and carefully. “As an aside, please do not speak with the Head Auror until further notice,” she stresses and enters the doorway leaving the crew behind.

The Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Head Auror Harry Potter, stands casually in a training hall, overseeing the strict regimen for the sparse few new Aurors. His robes are draped over his shoulders and not quite worn in accordance with uniform regulations. But no one has the guts to tell him.

He replies to the quietly asked question simply, “Hermione doesn’t want you speaking with me because she thinks nothing shifty is happening in the ministry and wants this documentary to go off without a hitch.”

Before he continues, Harry carefully shrugs, “Whereas, I’m the opposite, really.”

Silence lingers before someone is brave enough to ask, “The opposite, Head Auror Potter-sir?”

Harry catches the eyes of the cameraperson who spoke up—they flinch with the intensity of his stare—but he just smiles and says, “Yeah. And Harry is fine, please.”

There’s a brief moment where it looks like Harry is contemplating how to word his following sentence, but his straightforward attitude seems to win out. “Our Minister is a Dark Lord in disguise, clearly. So anyone with half a brain cell would be smart to keep away. And if we’re going to have a whole documentary trying to prove otherwise, I plan on doing everything I can to stop it.”

The camera still zooms in a little on his pleased face even though no one knows what to say for a long, long while.

Ron Weasley adjusts himself in the tall folding chair the crew set up for him in the Auror Break Area. He’s holding a small bag of crisps and slowly makes his way through it before straightening up in his seat.

He looks very concerned and a touch manic when he says, “Harry is obsessed with the Minister.”

The Minister for Magic is yet to be available for an interview.

#eventual #tomarry #tomarrymort #harrymort #my fic #fic: life inside the ministry of magic #mockumentary au #i started this and have no idea if i should finish it because it's a little odd

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awlumii · 2 years

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im seeing a lot of spidey!kazuha and barista!kazuha contrasts so i would like to add something, if i may?

imagine, you’re patching him up, and the usual red on your face is caused by none other than spiderman. the smooth words, the petnames, the gaze he rests on you, you couldn’t deny having a bit of a crush. but….you think about the kind barista you see every morning. how he turns his reddened face away when you compliment him, the small compliments he gives back, his laughter. kazuha. you were so….conflicted. what would happen if the other finds out? both spiderman and kazuha you cared for.

“lovebug?”

you avoid his observant gaze and mumble, ”stop calling me that..”

“i just want to know why my butterfly is so down on a fine evening like this.” his head tilts and he pouts, much to your annoyance.

as much as you wanted to tell him, you stay silent. what could you say?

“it’s nothing. here, i’m almost done patching you up.”

you can feel the presence of a frown, and soon enough kazuha takes your hand and presses it to his masked lips. “lovely, i owe you my life, at this point. the very least i can do is listen to your worries and problems.”

your faces again reddens, and you turn away, hand still trapped in kazuha’s. a sigh leaves you before you mumble once again, “you do stuff like this…and then i’m the one who’s so conflicted between the two of you.”

“two of you? further details, please?”

you sigh, and you slowly look back at spiderman. you guess you’ll have to say something to figure this out. “i….there’s a barista in a coffee shop i like. his name is kazuha. kedehara kazuha.”

spiderman’s suddenly becomes stiff, and you cringe at the change, forcing yourself to keep talking.

“he’s amazing…he’s kind, he’s fun to be around, and i truly want to ask him out sometime…but i love staying with you as well, and i’m so nervous because i don’t want to hurt either of you guys, and i don’t want either of you to leave and become distant.”

you look down. you expect spiderman to be upset, or even worse leave. but what you hear instead is a soft huff, and both of your hands are taken by kazuha’s now. he sighs deeply, and his tone is soft (content, if you think about it hard enough).

“lovely, i don’t want this whole situation of me being here to interrupt your daily life. being with me would bring you danger, and i’d rather have you never met me than for you to become severely hurt because of me.”

he inhales sharply. the thought of you hurt makes him uneasy. he continues, “this..kazuha seems very sweet. i think you should definitely ask him out. i don’t think he would lose a treasure like you.”

his words run around your head. would he…

“would you leave if i asked him?”

kazuha immediately shakes his head. “i would never leave…” his tone changes from a soft to his normal, mischievous self. “…but i would have to cut down on the affection.”

you scoff. “thank goodness. i’m getting pretty tired of the embarrassing nicknames you come up with.”

kazuha laughs, and walks from the counter to your balcony door.

you ask him one more time. “will you come back?”

kazuha looks back. “when will i not?”

he opens the door, and once again zooms through the city. he smiles at your confession, and sighs. looks like he’ll have to tone down the flirting if he wanted to give kazuha a chance instead.

i now have a urge to share the spidey/barista!kazuha brainrot

-💪 anon

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#[ 📭 — incoming! ]#[ 💭 — thinking! ]#💪 anon #kazuha x reader #PLEASKSKKEJAKJDHDBFHEDBEJDBD I DB #IM CRYING IM LITERALLY KICKIJG MY LEGS RN #I LOVE HIMMM 😭😭😭💗💕💕

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pandagyaru · 2 months

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Holding Out for a "Hero"

Description: You get compromised during a mission and sombra comes to save you!

Warnings: graphic detail of injury and typical overwatch violence

Pairing: Sombra x Gender Neutral Reader

Author's note: Sombra is one of my wifes fr. And listening to this song gave me a idea!

You crouched behind a large crate, holding your gun to your chest as you breathed a deep breath. A guard stood watch at a door a foot away from you, marching back and forth to scan the perimeter. You look up and over to where Widowmaker laid, her sniper zoomed in on your head as she watched you. Sombra stood a few feet away from you, her tech glowing a slight purple only you seemed to see as she hacked away at whatever it is she was hacking. Your hands felt clammy on your gun, you didn't wanna fuck this up.

"(Code name) you in position?" Reaper's gruff voice asked, knocking you out of the anxious spiral you were falling into. You blinked a few times, reaching up and clicking your ear piece.

"I am, are the cameras down?" You look over where sombra was to see her gone. 'that must be a yes'. You take a deep breath before jumping out from behind the crate, lunging at the guard. You grab him by the neck and twist it, a sickly crunch echoing out in the quiet corner of the warehouse. You look at the door to see it has an eyeball scanner. 'clearly sombra's hacking wasn't for this' You thought. You look down at the dead guard in thought, grimacing as you get an idea.

"This is so fucked up" You whisper, crouching down to the guard. You reach over to his face, digging your fingers into his eye socket. The oils of the eye making a gruesome noises as you reach around his eye, yanking it out. Blood spurts out onto your uniform, You stand up and hold the eye out to the scanner. It scans and lets you in. (so sorry for this image to be put in your guy's heads, zombieland 2 inspired me for that part). The door opens and you step in, pocketing the eye in case you need it again. You click your ear piece.

"I'm in"

"Good, get what we came here for and lets go." Reaper says. You look around the room, the walls covered in what seems to be the owner of the rooms achievements. At the end of the room is a desk and a computer. You walk over to it, not even bothering to get into the computer cause that's not your job. You start digging into the drawers, not finding the very important document Doomfist ordered all of you to get. You're about to call the others when you feel the bottom of one of the drawers lift up a bit.

"A false bottom" You whisper. Just as you start to open it an alarm goes off, locking your hands into the drawer. You curse, using your other hand to reach for your ear piece. A bunch of guards burst into the room, their guns aimed. You duck behind the desk, praying they don't see you. You close your eyes, trying to calm your racing heart. A glowing purple figure appears behind the guards. She aims her smg pistol at them and starts shooting, their bodies falling to the floor. She smiles as she walks over to where your at, looking at your hand and your face questioning you. You breathe out a breath of relief as you see her pretty face.

"It was a trap" You muttered as she leans down to get your hand out. You wince as she rips it out the trap, your thumb aching.

"Sorry. I saw the guard out there with the missing eye. You know I could've just hacked it open right?" She stated, rubbing your thumb gently, her eyes locking with yours.

"Yeah, but I assumed you were busy doing something else"

"I was, I found the actual room they were keeping the document in. Probably should've told you huh?" She teases, leaning over and kissing your cheek.

"Probably. Please don't tell me my thumb is broken. I don't need Moira to check on it" You joke, putting your hand on Sombra's cheek and just holding it. She snorts a bit at you, leaning into it.

"You'd come back to me with a whole new arm" She says, eyes widening as she feels blood on her face. She grabs your hand to make sure you're not bleeding.

"Don't worry, it's not mine" You say smugly, booping her nose with your bloodied finger. She rolls her eyes and wipes it away.

"Let's get going before boss get's all grumpy at us" She stands up, grabbing your arm and helping you up.

"Thank you olivia" You whisper in her ear, smiling.

And well if she finds the guards eye in your pocket, its a secret between me and her.

I seriously hope this is good and not at all over the place.

LOVE YA

#x male reader #overwatch #male reader #overwatch 2 #overwatch x reader #x reader #x female reader #male reader insert #male insert #female insert #female reader #sombra overwatch #sombra x reader #olivia colomar #sombra #Spotify

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nyctophilevamp · 9 months

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Two Different Worlds

Genre : Angst

Pairing : Kim Gyuvin x Black F!Reader

Summary : Y/N And Gyuvin Met by Chance . Though From Two Different Lifestyles They Grew Closer To Each Other. Would Their Lifestyles Be The Thing That Keeps Them Apart ?

Y/N Last Name Is Greene So Yeahhh. Switches P.O.V

Y/N P.O.V

I took another sip of the cheap alcohol I was drinking. My first college party and it's boring. My senior year I heard all good things about these college parties.

“It's so fun.”

“The music makes you wanna shake ass like you're in a strip club”

“The people are going to be hot”

Well, all was complete bullshit. No offense to rdm music but fuck if they play one more rdm song I think my ears might explode. And Everyone here isn't up to my liking so no one is attractive.

Fuck why did I come?

Hearing the music change to slow r&b, I look up to see someone walking over to the circle of people I'm surrounded by with a wine bottle.

“Let the real fun begin,” she says. So we drink wine and what? Goodness, these people aren’t fun at all.

“SPIN THE BOTTLE” Someone else from the circle shouts. Hmmm spin the bottle maybe this could be a little fun.

Ten people sat down in the circle including myself. 5 girls and 5 boys.

Scanning the circle I locked eyes with a black-haired boy. He was the first attractive person I'd seen all night. His lips were a rose-pink color that glistened every time he took a sip of his drink. His dark brown eyes kept contact with mine never breaking away. Hmmm, this night just got better, I thought as we both smiled at each other.

When it was my turn to finally spin. I hoped it landed on the person I was making eye contact with all night. To my pleasure, it did. He put his cup down before starting to come over to me before someone in the circle shouted.

“7 MINUTES IN HEAVEN” Goodness please stop yelling. Looking over at him, he tilted his head over to a door, which I assumed to be a closet. Standing up we walk over to the closet with the partygoers cheering behind us. Finally stepping into the closet which turned out to be a pantry full of snacks.

The light switched on and I looked over at the mystery boy. He looked at me before speaking.

“You look even better up close, I'm Gyuvin,” He said holding his hand out. Shaking his hand I told him my name.

“So aren't most people supposed to kiss during seven minutes in heaven,” I asked him as he stared at my face like he was studying every feature.

“Most people do but I just wanna talk to you Y/N,” He said while sliding down to the floor and then proceeding to pat the spot on the floor next to him. Sitting down beside him, we sat in silence for a good two minutes. It wasn't awkward, it wasn't uncomfortable, it was two college students sitting down in a pantry together. Something so simple felt so right.

“I like photography and beautiful things,” he spoke breaking the silence. Looking over at him to see him already staring at me, we both laughed. Maybe we were drunk or maybe we just bonded well over nothing.

That was the first time I met Kim Gyuvin.

1 Year Later

Y/N P.O.V

"And if we zoom in we can see the moon and its details up close," Gyuvin said as he zoomed in on his camera. We were on the beach, sitting in the sand watching the moon and the stars.

Me and Gyuvin started to date two months after the party and today would be our tenth month marking. So we decided to hang out at the beach and have a picnic date.

Picking up a vine of grapes I started to eat them while getting closer to the camera.

"Wow, you can see everything. It's like a telescope," I said intrigued by the way his camera caught every detail of the moon.

"Yeah, that's why I like it so much. Wanna take pictures?," Gyuvin asked standing up and extending his hand. Taking his hand I stood up and he grabbed the camera in his other.

"Let's go by the rocks," I said pulling him along with me. Looking back he nodded while smiling at me.

The next day when we were studying in the library Gyuvin slid a box over to me.

"Open it," he said while his cheeks were a light shade of red. Laughing a bit at his flustered state I opened the box. To my surprise in the box was a silver ring with a pink heart on it and the pictures we took at the beach.

"Omg, Gyuvin are you proposing to me?" I said in a playful tone causing his cheeks to go red and making him choke slightly on his drink.

"It's a promise ring. A promise that one day we will be married," he said while looking everywhere but at me. Taking his hand I stood up.

"Let's go get ice cream and I also have something to give you,"

We sat in a booth eating ice cream. Reaching into my bag I pulled an envelope out and slid it over to him.

He look at it with a raised brow before opening it. His face morphed from

Confusion to excitement.

"There's no way you got Arctic Monkeys concert tickets. Do you know how much these are going far? I mean thank you but these are so expensive how did you get them?" he said throwing a million and one questions at me.

Laughing I took another bite of my ice cream before swallowing. "Money isn't a problem for me, let's just go to the concert and enjoy it. Okay?" I reassured him and he nodded his head with a smile.

A week later we were at the concert as the band played I Wanna Be Yours. The crowd shouted along to the lyrics including Gyuvin and I. Two hours spent screaming and singing along with Arctic Monkeys was the best night. After the concert we went to an abandoned road and sat in the tunnel while drinking the beer we got. Gyuvin finished his drink before letting the can roll down the tunnel. He stood up and walked to the other side where there were spraypaints on the ground.

"Are they empty?" I asked as he picked up the can and shook it. He looked back smiling at me and started to write on the walls with the spray. Going over I picked a purple spray paint and wrote our initials with a plus sign. He looked at me and laughed.

"Middle school things, Y/N," he said while spraying a heart around our initials in black spray. Dropping the can he grabbed my face and pulled me in for a kiss.

"I love you," Gyuvin said and my heart picked up its pace as it was the first time any of us ever said those words. Smiling and kissing him again.

"I love you too Gyu," I said while we hugged.

One month later

Gyuvin P.O.V

It's been 11th months since me and Y/N started dating and it's been the best year of my life. Ever since we started dating I felt complete with her around. I would do anything for her, no matter the consequences.

Tonight she was coming over for a movie since we both didn't have any classes today. Making sure everything was set up I walked, well more like ran over to the door to open it. She stood there not realizing I opened the door too lost in thought before looking up at me. The stress on her face was replaced by her smiling at me. Hmm, that's weird.

Pulling her inside she took off her shoes and walked over to the couch. I immediately started to tickle her when she sat down, making her start laughing and begging me to stop. After about two minutes I let her go and helped her sit up.

"Are you okay?" I asked her when her breathing became steady. She looked at me with a fake smile and nodded her head.

"Y/N talk to me. Please I know there's something wrong," I said hoping she would tell me something. She hesitated before speaking.

"My parents are back in town. And before you say that's a good thing. It isn't at all, whenever they come back they always want me to do something for them to please the public eye and it's frustrating. And next week they want to have dinner with me and I just feel like there's more to it," she said while rubbing her leg up and down.

"Wait, public eye?" I said confused, why would it matter to show off for the public eye? Are her parents some people of relevance? Then everything clicked her last name was Greene meaning she was related to the CEOs of Greene Corporations. Looking over at her with wide eyes she just nodded her head. Instead of asking further about it, I spoke again.

"Maybe it's nothing bad and they just want to see you after two years," I said hoping that would ease her some. Instead she just smiled and grabbed the remote going through the movie selections. That night we didn't talk much after because her thoughts still plagued her.

One Week Later

Y/N P.O.V

Checking myself in the mirror one last time I walked over to the front door and walked outside to see my parents designated driver waiting by his car.

Walking over we greeted each other as he opened the door for me, thanking him I sat back and texted Gyuvin that I'll call him later.

The drive to my childhood consisted of me overthinking everything my parents could ask me for and how I would tell them I had a boyfriend I was madly in love with. The thing is my parents don't want me to date anyone who isn't rich or planning to become rich. Which doesn't make sense because as long as I love that person it shouldn't matter. Right?

Well, I was completely wrong because here I am trying to bite my words back as my parents just told me I'm getting married. Married to someone I don't even know, I knew this was a bad idea coming here and even speaking to them again.

"I'm sorry, marriage? Yeah, you guys have completely lost your minds," I said standing up getting ready to leave. They're always wanting me to do something for their company and the public but this? Marriage? Yeah no they could do whatever they want, freeze my cards, cut me off, even blacklist me but there is no way in hell am I getting married to the mayor's son. Turning my back my father spoke telling me to sit down and that this is house and I will respect him. Sighing I turned around and sat back down.

"I can't marry him, I have a boyfriend father," I said looking over at my father and then over to Kim Taerae my alleged husband. He was attractive for sure but I didn't know him and I love Gyuvin so why would I even think about marrying someone else? When I made the statement it was like all hell broke loose. My mother and father hit me with a thousand questions all at once and I answered every single last one. Like I said nothing can make me marry someone else.

Everything went silent, so I stood up and started to walk away. My father spoke up again.

"You marry him or your boyfriend loses everything," my father said while standing up and leaving the dining room. My mouth dropped and my body became rigid. I don't remember much but I do remember that by the next month, I was moved in with Kim Taerae and I didn't speak to Gyuvin again.

One month later

Gyuvin P.O.V

Checking my phone to see if I got any missed calls or texts from Y/N but nothing. It's like she disappeared after that night with her parents and she left with no explanation. She was no longer enrolled in the university we went to and her apartment was rented out by someone else. She never called me or texted me. I don't know if she's okay or not but I truly hope she is.

I stood up to check my mailbox downstairs. After I came back to my apartment I sat on the couch and went through the mail. One caught my eye because it had Y/N's name on it. It was a letter, quickly opened it. I read every word on the paper at least ten times. She broke up with me through a letter. Told me we weren't meant to be and that something was off through a letter. It felt like I had been stabbed in the stomach and the blade had poison on it that slowly spread through my body.

I cried for two days before deciding to go over the address that was on the envelope.

Knocking on the door of the house a man answered looking confused as to who I was.

"Is Y/N here?" I said trying to get a better look inside the house. Instead, he stepped out and closed the door. Looking down at him I raised my eyebrow.

“She is and who are you?” he said looking me up and down.

“I'm her boyfriend. Who the fuck are you?” I said doing the same head gesture. Why the hell was she in a house with a different guy after breaking my heart over a damn letter.

“I'm her fiance,” he said. My breathing became quicker and my heartbeat was heard in my ears. Fiance? She's engaged. For how long? Is this why she left me? For another guy?

“Look I don't know what relations you and Y/N had but you need to leave before I call the police,” he said. Ignoring him I walked around him and banged on the front door of the house. If she was here she needed to give me an explanation in person and not some shitty ass letter. Banging again I was so mad I didn't hear the man on the phone with the police. Finally, the door opened and there she stood. She didn't look happy, I don't know if it was because she saw me or if it was because of the situation. But whatever it was I didn't care I wanted answers.

“Gyuvin what are you doing here? How did you find this address?” she said shocked.

“I found this address from the stupid ass break-up letter you sent me. A letter Y/N? Come one were adults but you can't even sit me down to talk about how you got a fiance?” I said letting whatever was on my mind come out into the open. The man that was behind grabbed onto my shoulder and turned me around telling me I needed to leave. Amid my anger, I punched him and I didn't stop. We continued to fight on the grass.

I didn't know who I was mad at anymore. If it was myself, my Y/N, or her supposed fiance. But it all came clear when she finally was able to pull us away from each other and went over to him immediately. Touching my bleeding lip I saw the flashing colors of blue and red lights and just sighed.

Y/N P.O.V

Looking up at the sound of sirens I saw their officers come out of their car and tackled Gyuvin. Restraining him and pushing his arms behind his back to put the cuffs on him.

Standing up I went over to them. Telling them to let him go but they said they couldn't just because the damn mayor's son called. Calling Gyuvins name he looked back at me with tears in his eyes and swollen lip. For the first time, the love of my life didn't look at me with a smile on his face and that broke me more than anything could. Feeling someone tug my hand I look over at Taerae pulling me back into the house.

The next day I went down to the station to see him. He sat there in a lone cell just staring at the wall. After checking in with the officers I went over to the cell. When he saw me he immediately stood up and came over to me. I owed him an explanation so I gave it.

“My parents would ruin your life if I don't agree with what they say. I can't do that to you Gyuvin. I love you too much to see everything you've worked for be ripped away from you because of my selfishness,” I said with tears running down my face. He caressed my cheek and told me it was okay.

“Y/N I love you and I don't care about my career. Yeah, photography makes me happy but you make me happy. If you're taken away from me, I'm going to be way more sad than I would be over some photos so please don't leave me. Stay with me and we can start a life far away from this place. Please,” Gyuvin pleaded with tears in his eyes.

Gyuvin P.O.V

I pleaded with tears in my eyes. I can't lose the girl I love over some family bullshit. I can't allow her to marry another man over her family image. I can't image myself and her with different people. I just want her and my life would be complete. She leaned in kissing my lips through the bar and stepping back before shaking her head.

“I know my parents Gyuvin. ,” she said dropping my hand. “They're going to find us and still make our lives a living hell. We are from two different worlds Gyu. Maybe we weren't meant for each other in the long run so I won't do that to you. I'm sorry,” she said before walking away.

Yelling out how that was complete bullshit and she knew it. She didn't stop walking out of the police station and left me there to accept my reality. My world was ripped from me because of an image. An image her family wanted to uphold. Sliding back down the wall I ran my fingers through my hair silently crying to myself. I thought of all our time together and how

That was the last time I saw Y/N Greene.

The End

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