#i was stunned i was shocked i was pulling out my wallet- | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sphireath-wisp · 7 months

Text

#Anything for my Favorite Lady

Sypnosis: Stupidly rich guys always spoil you, giving you everything you want and more <3

Warnings: The title is just a lyric from a song and the reader is still gender neutral, not proofread

Featuring: REO MIKAGE!!, Sae Itoshi, Micheal Kaiser x GN! reader

Reo Mikage

One glance was all Reo needed to tell that you wanted the matching necklaces on display. Just moments ago, you and Reo planned to buy something small to eat before leaving the mall. Now, was dragging you by the wrist inside the jewelry store, fingers intertwined with yours.

By the time you register it, he's already speaking to the lady at the counter. His lips are curled into a charming smile as he glances back at you, "Do you want the silver or gold ones?"

"Reo, you really don't need to." Your eyebrows furrowed, watching as the lady returned back with both variations for the both of you to try. She gently opens the box and your eyes sparkle at the sight of it, all the more reason to buy it in Reo's books.

Reo gently pinches the chain of the necklace between his index and thumb fingers, holding it up against your neck as he puts it on for you without you needing to ask. He even brushes your hair away, voice soft when he asks if it's too tight on you - god, what a gentleman.

His fingers linger for a little while, tracing your skin and jaw. His gaze softens, eyes glued to you in a way that almost makes you melt. "...It looks stunning on you, babe." You've left him speechless.

After a small moment of silence, Reo pulls out his wallet. He turns his head to the lady, looking at you still as if he couldn't take his eyes off of you. The voice of the lady snaps him back to reality the moment she asks which variation the both of you decided on.

"We'll take both." He receives a nudge and a shocked gasp from you. "That's too much, Reo."

Reo's already paying. His credit card and love has no limit when it comes to you.

You bite your lip as you conjure up a few retorts in your head, anything to stop him from spending so much on you even though you knew he wouldn't budge a single centimeter. You relax and a defeated sigh is the aftermath of you giving in.

He holds the bag and thanks the lady, leaving with you by his side, content with his purchase. On the other hand, you seem to feel... quite the opposite. Lowering your voice into a whisper, the words that were originally stuck in your throat find their way out. "You don't have to spend so much on me, Reo."

"Hm? Why shouldn't I?" Reo inquires as if he isn't well aware of the answer, head tilting to the side oh-so-innocently. "What else would I do with all of my money?"

"You could... pshhh, I don't know, invest? All I'm saying is that you really don't need to waste so much money on me." At first, you wanted to say 'save your money', but he already had more than enough.

"But, babe," He gives you the most dreamy-eyed look and, oh lord, you were already being swayed by that cheeky grin. "You're my best investment. You're gonna marry me, so I need to spend a little more to make you mine, right?"

In vain, you try to hold back the smile creeping up on your face. "You're so cheesy."

Sae Itoshi

"What do you mean you didn't use my card?" You watch Sae's eyes narrow at you as if he was offended, as if you had committed some kind of heinous, unforgivable crime against him. 'How dare you not use my card?' was the message you were receiving from that disappointed look he was giving you, despite not uttering a single word.

You scratch the back of your neck, chuckling awkwardly. "It's just a small snack for us to share. I rarely get to buy these, so I wanted to treat the both of us." You glance down at the bag, inside is a box nicely tied together with a bow. You felt a little guilty for spending so much on just a dessert, but it's fine!

Unluckily for you, Sae could see right through you and that pang of guilt you felt so deeply. Though, before getting to the mushy, sappy comforting (he was avoiding it), Sae was determined to discover why you avoided using his card.

"You have my card in your wallet, don't you? The black one?" You nod in response, but it only leads to further pestering. "I gave that card to you for a reason, why aren't you using it?"

That scowl on his face only highlights how serious he is about this. He only knows how to use that colorful vocabulary of his to be frank and straightforward, even harsh. Thus, Sae resorted to actions instead of words, gifts instead of compliments. He'd rather go back and play in Japan than let you feel guilty about spending such an insignificant amount of money.

You felt like you were being chided, like a kid who was being reprimanded by their doting parent. "It wasn't super expensive. Plus, we can share it, just the two of us." Maybe coaxing him with sweets will work?

"I asked you why aren't you using my card." So blunt.

"You told me to use it however I please." Fire against fire.

"I told you to use it. You clearly aren't."

"It's for..." Ah, shit, he had a valid point. From the time he gave it to you to now, you haven't even pulled it out of your wallet once. "...emergency purposes! When I really, really need it."

Sae's eyebrows furrow. He frowns, but in a way that tells you he isn't angry, just upset. Is there something stopping you from using it? Do you feel like you'll owe him something if you decide to use it?

"Please, (Name)." You feel his nimble fingers tuck your hair behind your ear, his gentle touch leaving you stunned for a slight second. "Don't feel guilty about spending my money. It's meant for you to indulge."

You notice his teal eyes glance around first before linking your lips with his. A sweet kiss, more filling than any expensive dessert, is shared between you two for just a moment, but he got you right where wanted you in a matter of seconds. You were convinced.

The kiss ends on an unfinished note. Before you can register it, he holds the bag and "coincidentally" slips his hand into yours. "Clear?" Sae asks, ensuring that you got the message.

"Yessir," A slight hint of pink finds itself on your cheeks and spreads to the tip of your ears.

Sae was more than happy to notice a few charges on his bank account after that.

Michael Kaiser

"Oh? So this is what you want?" Kaiser peeks over your shoulder, the intoxicating scent of his cologne entering your nose and alerting you of his presence.

"Yeah... too expensive?" You sarcastically ask and add in a sigh for dramatic effect, even though you knew damn well the amount of money in his bank account rivals his ego. Chuckling faintly, you watch him examine the intricate bottle of perfume. He replies oh-so-nonchalantly without checking the price, "Not at all. It's my treat."

Usually, you wouldn't let him spoil you to this extent. However, it was your birthday... and the idea of wringing him dry out of money was too appealing to pass on.

Or so you planned.

Recently, the both of you had been strolling around high-end stores - luxury stores you had gotten used to buying from thanks to Kaiser - and skimming through what they had on display. You tried to test the waters, picking up something that cost what you thought was an ungodly amount of money in front of you.

Instead of gasping or at least seeming hesitant, that doubtful look you were hoping for was nowhere in sight. In fact, he seemed unbothered by the price. You're at a loss for words when you hear him mumble under his breath, "That's it?" Your plan was backfiring, all thanks to some rich, pretentious, arrogant, white guy whom you loved dearly.

Whatever, it could be some tough guy act, right? Plus, you'd been eyeing this perfume for a few weeks now. It's your birthday, so why not indulge a little?

"But..." Kaiser's usual charismatic smirk falters and your eyes light up. Is this a sign? "Meine Liebe, can I get you something else?"

"Huh? Why not? You said it wasn't that expensive." You pouted, just to seem a little more convincing. His usual teasing smile returns, an arm wrapping around your waist as he sets the perfume back on the table. "Secret," Kaiser responds after a moment of silence.

"Alright then," You were satisfied with that. If he really couldn't afford it, you wouldn't push it any further. If that was his way of saving face, you could understand. "It's too cheap anyways, let's pull it up a notch." You blink when he says that, "Huh?"

But of course, nothing goes as expected when Kaiser's around.

Right after that visit, you were dragged by Kaiser to a buffet, that happy-go-lucky grin on his face as he proceeded to burn off the money in his wallet on you. He pampered you with not only his gifts but his attention. Kaiser was never reserved when it came to PDA, but it felt as if he was practically smothering you with kisses today.

Finally, when you're in his car, about to drive home, you notice a peculiar box on the passenger seat - your seat.

"Is this my birthday gift?" You unconsciously smile, getting comfortable in the passenger seat as you wait for Kaiser's signal to open it. He nods and you slowly lift the lid of the box, bated breath as you unveil... a bottle of perfume?

"This is... the same perfume from this afternoon."

"I noticed you eyeing it for a while now, so I bought it in advance a few days ago. It'd be awkward if I bought you the perfume earlier in the afternoon and then gave you this as a birthday gift." It all adds up. You're left speechless as you cradle the perfume in your hands.

"Happy birthday, Meine Liebe." He notices you pursing your lips before giggling. "Thanks, babe. This is the best gift ever."

2K notes · View notes

alexander-arcturus-black-lupin · 4 months

Text

Kidnapping

Spencer and the gang are called in for a case. Morgan and J.J are the last to enter Garcia’s office.

“Brief us baby girl” Morgan said as he sat down beside Reid.

“Right well, this girl was held at gunpoint” Penelope put up the girl's picture on the screen. “But then someone tried to defuse the situation when the gunman, now a kidnapper, took her, no reason as to why, and the reason we’re involved is because the kidnapper is our unsub,” Penelope finished.

“She’s pretty,” Morgan said. “Spencer what do you think” Morgan nugged Spence. Today Spencer was deep in thought; he was thinking of multiple different ideas permitting from one single thought.

How would I go about this

“Spence”

“Mmhm su-” He raised his head and looked at the screen and all colour drained from his face. Spencer took out his phone and started to dial. ”Something you’d like to share with the class Spencer?” Morgan asked but Spencer ignored him. The phone went off to voicemail.

“Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit” Spencer dialled again yet was only greeted with the same voicemail.

Hey its y/n i might be a little busy so either leave a message or call back later alright

The gang was stunned. Spencer never swore.

“Spencer, Spencer finally looked at Morgan, his eyes wide.

“That is my, that’s y/n she’s my girlfriend, I-” Spencer started to speak an entirely different language.

“Spencer we’ll find her” Hotch said, he’d never seen Reid like this.

Spencer’s phone starts ringing and it’s y/n. He immediately answers it and puts it on speaker. He sets it down on the table as he tries to calm himself down.

“Y/-” But he’s cut off by a man’s voice.

“SHUT UP I’M TALKING TO SOMEONE WHO MIGHT SAVE YOUR BITCH ASS LIFE” there’s a loud smack and someone shouts.

“UNTIE ME ASSHOLE AND LET’S SEE WHO'S THE BITCH HE-” Y/n is cut off by her kidnapper stuffing cloth in her mouth.

The team was shocked at what y/n said because most people would be a mess if they were kidnapped by y/n seemed not only agitated but in the right state of mind.

“Who is this?” Spencer demands his voice so sharp that Derek has to do a double take. “And what did you just do”

“Someone who has your wife at gunpoint” Morgan glances at Hotch. Wife? ”What I did to her, I just shut her up”

“What do you want” Spencer sounded calm but to his teammates, his erratic eye movement, how he keeps clenching and unclenching his fingers and how he briefly pulls his hair before going back to clenching his fingers.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this you know” the kidnapper completely ignored Spencer’s question. “It was a simple robbery, all she had to do was gimme her wallet, but nooo this little bitch had something to say” the kidnapper pulls y/n hair making her scream into the gag.

“AND I STILL HAVE SOMET-” another smack could be heard.

“Stop hitting her” Spencer could feel his self control slipping

“Oh don’t worry hubby she’s out cold, now I’m going to make her pay for her rudeness”

“Why did you call me,”

“To know if the contact name Hubby served what i think it does”

“And what do you think it serves”

“The person who’s going to bury this bitch” the kidnapper hangs up and Spencer all but reaches for his phone to toss it.

“What’s our game plan?” Penelope asks.

“Well,” Morgan starts. “I think Spence should start,”

Spencer looks at them, he sighs before he speaks.

“Y/n L/n is my girlfriend but technically by Las Vegas laws we're married”

Derek starts. “You had a girlfriend-wife and you never told us” Spencer keeps his eyes on the phone in front of him.

“I was going to tell you guys”

“When”

“When I got her to say yes” Spencer’s shoulders drooped.

“You were gonna re-propose?”

“Yes,” Spencer took out a black box from his coat pocket. “Tonight, I had everything planned”

“Spencer '' Morgan clasps Spencer’s shoulder. “We will find her, that’s what we do,”

They team except for Garcia go to the scene of the crime. It’s a fast food restaurant.

“She loves their burgers,” Spencer chuckles before looking at the building opposite.

“We’ll never know what she bought till we find her,”

“That’s where we start,” Aaron says as he points over to the tiny camera on its ceiling. Spencer and Derek go in as JJ calls Emily and Rossi over from interrogating a customer. Derek and Spencer meet a burly 30 something man.

“No I ayn’t geeving ya my CCTV, gyet lawst,”

“Derek, could you wait outside for a second,” Derek without question steps out. Hotch and the rest later notice.

“Why are you out here?”

“Spencer,” Derek shrugs.

“Wh-”

The door opens and Spencer is holding a tape.

“What did you do?”

“I asked him for it,” Spencer hands the tape to Derek. Derek looks at him skeptically, “I promise I didn’t hurt him,”

Find CCtv footage of the car y/n was kidnapped in

Track it down to somewhere in the middle of nowhere

Find it in front of a house

*They surround the house and get inside but the kidnapper dude already has y/n is his hands with a gun to her head.

Spencer comes from behind and shoots him in the hand holding the gun his shot being through and through

*Y/n tries to strangle the dude but Spencer grabs her from behind and pulls her away *

"LET ME GO, LET ME AT HIM," y/n yells as Reid holds her in. "LET. ME. AT. HIM."

"Calm down sunshine," Reid whispers in your ear. “He’s down,” he says as he rests hims face in your hair.

"Reid!? Reid,'' He spins you in his arms and hugs you bringing you close; he doesn't kiss you because you are surrounded by an audience.

"I thought I might have lost you" you nestle into his neck.

"You will never lose me Spence not if I have anything to say about it" You let go. “Can I atleast land one hit, I promise just one,” Spencer for the first time during this 3 day period, smiles.

"Spencer,” JJ called. "How about you do take care of this one, yeah"

Spencer nodded and took you home. Some of his clothes were at your place, so he didn’t bother stopping at his place.

He filled up your tub and undressed you. He wanted to let you be but you didn't let him. He slipped in behind you and he held you. For a long time.

"Tell me what you remember, sunshine, come on, let it out don't be all strong and brave, be weak and fragile, right here, right now,"

You leaned into him and before you knew it you were crying.

You never felt so helpless. You told him what happened. How it felt being held at gunpoint for the first time. How it felt being shoved into the car. The turns, right, left, left again.

The car stopping and him getting out and tossing her on the ground. Blacking out. Waking up in a wooden chair, tied down. Him slapping you twice for talking back at him.

Taking your phone.

Calling Spencer

His voice woke her up.

She wanted to cry then.

"Hey baby come on let it all out, studies show that the more you cry the more likely you'll recover from violent otherwise traumatic events an-"

"Sp-Spencer"

"Yeah sunshine"

"I love you okay"

"I love you more" Spencer takes the loofa and scrubs your feet, “If you want to stop we can”

“I- you- you need to know right?” I sob. “Your job”

“I don’t need to put down everything sometimes” Spencer stops what he’s doing and he comes back to you, “This is one of those times, okay?”

“O-okay” I sniff and sob. “I’m a mess,”

“I like everything about you about you even your mess”

“It’s sta-statistically proven th-that woman who show a sign of distress or a misery in a relationship tend to end up breaking the r-”

“Baby that’s rubbish, if you read that off a site it needs to be taken down” Spencer holds your head in his arms. “That’s a lie right there, this will never break, it’s actually the opposite see-” He stops when he notices the smile on my face.

“Spence”

“Yes sunshine”

“I’m joking” he rolls his eyes at you but you can see the smile tugging at his lips

He takes you out and cleans you before cleaning himself. He changes you into matching pyjamas. “Now as your doctor, I suggest bed rest with your boyfriend” you giggle.

“I like that treatment plan”

“So does your boyfriend”

Spencer stays by your side the entire night. The proposal can wait another day.

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x female reader #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #spencer reid x oc #spencer reid x fem!reader smut #spencer reid x fanfiction #spencer reid fic #criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfiction

279 notes · View notes

cybrsan · 11 months

Note

hiii! can i please request non bf mingi fishing out reader's panties from the dirty laundry basket and touching himself while sniffing them and she catches him?

with 67 and 10

thank you <3333

Thank you for requesting! I changed things up just a little bit—hope you enjoy :)

Prompt: 10. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” + 67. “Uh, am I interrupting?” Pairing: Pervert!Mingi x F!Reader Genre: Smut Word Count: 1.5k Tags/warnings: Slightly sub Mingi, non-consensual use of reader's panties, voyeurism, exploration of Mingi's sexual fantasies, a bit of degradation, overstimulation

Requests are currently closed, but my masterlist can be found here.

All you wanted was to grab your wallet. You were supposed to meet with your friends for dinner and had made it almost halfway to the restaurant before realizing you left it behind. You were surprised to find your bedroom door cracked open; you always make sure to close it behind you when you leave.

Now here you are, standing awestruck in the doorway of your own room as you watch your roommate, Mingi, fuck into his fist desperately. He’s sprawled out completely naked on your bed, towel abandoned on the floor next to him. He was in the shower when you left and, upon finishing, must have somehow mistaken your room for his own.

You should walk away. It would be so simple to just turn back around, walk out the door, and pretend like you didn’t see anything. Your friends could cover the price of your meal, surely.

But he looks so pretty, all flushed and panting. His eyes are squeezed shut, sweat beading on his brow as he loses himself in pleasure. The way his muscles tense with every thrust is mesmerizing, and you can’t bring yourself to look away. You let your eyes wander, and you spot a bit of pink lace peeking out of Mingi’s hand. It’s then that the realization hits you—he’s getting off using your underwear. Looks like him being in your room wasn’t a mistake after all.

You should be creeped out. You should walk away. But you aren’t, and you won’t.

“Uh, am I interrupting?”

Mingi freezes, staring at you like a deer in headlights. He’s too shocked to even bother covering himself, his hand still wrapped around his cock.

“I… Um, I… It’s not… I didn’t…”

“Mingi,” you drawl his name, savoring it like honey on your tongue. “Are those my panties?”

“Shit,” he says, snapping out of his trance and sitting up, tossing your used panties to the side as he attempts to cover himself. “I’m so, so sorry. You probably think I’m such a fucking creep, I—”

“You didn’t have to go behind my back, you know. I would have given you a pair if you just asked. Or I would just let you fuck me instead.”

His eyes widen to a comical size. “You… you would?”

“Yeah. I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice. The way you can’t seem to keep your eyes off of me. I’ve been thinking about indulging you for a while. And now, seeing you like this, so desperate… it’s kinda hot, honestly.”

Your words seem to stun him into silence, so you take the initiative, moving closer to him. He immediately leans forward despite himself as if he’s magnetically drawn toward you. You kneel on the side of the bed and reach a hand out to trail one of your fingers down his cheek. His skin is hot, still flushed with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. With that same finger, you tilt his head up by the chin.

“Kiss me.”

“What?”

You laugh a little, endeared by how puzzled he is. “Don’t you want to kiss me, Mingi? Or would you prefer I leave you alone with my panties so you can finish what you started?”

“No! No. I want to kiss you. I want you.”

He leans forward and presses his lips to yours. He’s so eager that your teeth knock together at first, but he's quick to adapt and is soon expertly teasing the roof of your mouth with his tongue. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him closer, but he seems hesitant to touch you. You guide one of his hands to your waist, and he quickly gets the hint, immediately touching you wherever he can reach.

You feel a sense of satisfaction knowing you are likely fulfilling one of his dirty fantasies. Deciding you want to know more, you ask, “Mingi, when you imagined this, what did we do?”

“I…” He trails off, blushing.

“It’s not a trick question, baby. Tell me.”

“I’ve always pictured you on top… want you to ride me.”

You push him back so that he’s lying against the pillows and move to straddle him. “So then that’s what we’ll do.” You lean forward and kiss him deeply while grabbing one of his hands, guiding it to your core. “Now get me ready for your cock, yeah?”

His whole body jerks at your words as if he could come from them alone. Just the idea of touching you, being inside of you, feeling you is like a dream to him. He tentatively traces one of his hands up your thigh, under your skirt, and pushes your thong aside. Just like kissing, his actions are a bit awkward at first, so you take it upon yourself to show him what you like. As his confidence grows, his touch becomes bolder and his fingers easily find a rhythm that has you wanting more. Unable to hold back any longer, you grab his wrist, halting his ministrations.

“Want you,” you pant, “Do you have a condom?”

“Uh, yeah, in my room. One sec—”

He goes to get up but you stop him, placing one of your hands on his shoulder and leaning forward to open one of your dresser drawers. The movement causes your chest to come level with his face and Mingi lets out a gutteral groan at the sight, throwing his head back against the pillows. You laugh as you pull out a condom, handing it to him.

“Like what you see, hm?”

“Fuck, yeah, of course I do.” He hesitates for a moment before adding, “Would love it even more if we got you out of that shirt, though…”

Gesturing to the condom and then your shirt, you say, “You put that on and I’ll take this off, deal?”

He nods, already blowing into it to figure out which way to roll it. You move off of him to make it easier, shimmying out of your remaining clothes. The tension in the air is palpable and, as soon as Mingi’s ready, you’re crawling back on top of him and kissing him with renewed vigor. His hands trail down your back, across your stomach, up to your breasts, mapping you out as if this is something he wants to remember for the rest of his life. He teases your nipples between his fingers, swallowing your moans with his mouth.

“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “So beautiful.”

The praise sends a jolt of pleasure right to your core and you decide that you can’t wait anymore. Reaching down, you grab his cock and give it a few teasing strokes before guiding it to your entrance. You sink onto him with a gasp of his name, almost overwhelmed by the sensation. He’s big, bigger than anyone you’ve been with before, and you almost want to laugh, delirious with lust. To think he’s been so shy this entire time when he’s this good, this perfect…

Mingi’s body trembles beneath you, his hands holding onto your waist with bruising strength. He must be practically aching, having edged himself before you walked in on him. “W—won’t last long, fuck…”

You smile, reveling in the power you have over him. You lean forward and kiss him ever-so-sweetly, grabbing his chin between your index finger and thumb. Against his lips, you murmur, “That’s fine, baby. As long as you’re okay with me using you until I finish. Just like you were gonna do with my panties.”

He groans, screwing his eyes shut in pleasure. “Oh my god, yes, please—”

“Ha. What a dirty boy.”

You begin to move, your hips undulating in a slow, deliberate rhythm. You savor every sound he makes, each moan furthering your own pleasure. You begin to get lost in it, finding it harder and harder to stay in control. You can feel a familiar heat coiling in your gut and you know that you most likely won’t last much longer than him.

His nails dig into your skin, his breathing becoming more ragged. You can tell that he’s trying to hold back, but as you increase your rhythm it becomes too much for him. He comes with a moan of your name, shuddering underneath you as you continue to ride him, chasing your own release. He nearly whimpers from overstimulation but, determined to bring you to the edge, he begins to thrust up into you. The new angle has him hitting that spot inside you that has you seeing stars and soon enough, your orgasm crashes over you like a wave.

You collapse against his chest and he wraps his arms around you as you both take a moment to come back down to earth. Your breathing gradually returns to a steady rhythm, and Mingi has long stopped trembling. You feel comfortable in his embrace and you realize that this is something you wouldn’t mind doing again.

You slide off of him but stay close, curling against his side. He smiles at you, eyes crinkling around the edges, and you can’t help but lean forward and kiss him. This kiss is softer, more gentle. More loving.

"Better than you imagined?" you ask, pulling away.

Mingi laughs. "Yes, God, yes."

527 notes · View notes

ghouljams · 9 months

Text

Fae!Gaz meets his darling. I have a few other fae!Gaz darling asks that I might answer because he's another that's had a few. But this one is His Darling, y'know?

"Can I have your cherry?" You look over at the man next to you, his bored expression.

"Uh." He points at your drink.

"Your cherry, they didn't give me one and it's my favorite part." You glance down at his drink, realization hitting you.

"Oh," you laugh and fish the cherry off your ice, "Oh my god, sorry. I thought you were hitting on me."

He hums as you settle the bright red fruit in his waiting hand. He tosses it into his mouth stem and all, chews it for a moment then pulls the stem from his lips. Three neat knots tied in it as he sets it on the bar in front of you.

"No. This is me hitting on you." You stare at the stem in shock, you've never seen someone do that. You've heard enough people brag about tying one knot, but three? You look at him and he's smiling, it's dazzling. "I'm Gaz, I didn't get your name."

Like a stunned fool you give it to him, and he smiles a little brighter. It feels a little easier to talk to him, he taps his finger against the bar, you want to talk to him. You're sure your friends are having fun on the dance floor, you're sure they're waiting for you, but his eyes keep pulling you back every time you look away. Your conversation flows and wanders about nothing, about everything, you aren't sure what you're talking about. Just exchanging stories, you think.

"So," Gaz drags the word out, you hum, warm from your drinks, they seem to appear every time you finish one(not that you're complaining), "what do you want?"

"What do I want?" You fumble the question, leaning against the bar and rocking on your heels, "mozzarella sticks." You nod, yeah, you're starving. You wonder if your friends would want to find a McDonald's after this. Gaz chuckles.

"No, I mean really want?" His eyes narrow, smile dropping, it's the first time you've seen his amicable expression change, "I can't pin you down, you're too…"

"Too…?" You raise your brows, this is a weird direction for the conversation to take. You'd thought maybe it would go more along the lines of 'do you want to go home with me?'

"Doesn't matter."

"I guess I don't really want anything," you tell him with a frown. Gaz laughs.

"No, no that's not possible." You frown a little harder, not a fan of the way he says that. Like you're being childish by even implying you might be happy as you are. Your therapist is going to hear about this. You tug your wallet from your pocket and pull a few bills free, probably way overpaying when you toss them on the bar.

"It's been nice talking to you Gaz," you tell him, turning to leave. He says your name and shudder runs through you, like someone walked over your grave.

"Stay," he orders you like a dog, and you can't disobey. He turns your face with gentle fingers, so he can look in your eyes again. "Now," he raises his other hand and touches his finger to your forehead, "tell me what you really want."

Your brows furrow, your mouth opening to say something, you don't really know what. For so long all you've wanted was to be happy, and by God you put the work into it. You pulled yourself out of the pit, you dragged your ass to therapy, you did the stupid exercises, you are finally happy. What more could you want?

Gaz stares at you, watches your brows, your softly parted lips, your eyes searching his like he could find the answer for you. You say nothing. He taps you again, digs a little deeper. Your eyes go glassy, you say nothing. He goes to tap you again and something clicks into place, some internal defense forces words from your mouth to keep him out of the depths.

"I guess," you drawl, "it might be fun to fall in love." He blinks, waits for a hook to catch. Nothing. Jesus Christ what the actual fuck is wrong with you? Or right with you, he supposes.

"Give me your number," he tells you, handing you his phone.

"Kay," you sound so sweet, soft for him while you type your number into his phone. You hand it back, your contact name has a little heart next to it. Cute.

"Go on doll, back to your friends," he nods towards the dance floor. You nod and start to walk away from him. He can feel his influence loosening the further you get, the more people surround you, but that's just fine. You'll be hearing from him soon. Everyone wants something, he'll figure it out sooner or later.

#fae!Gaz #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick x you #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle garrick x oc #lets all pretend that we are happy people for a while #this is another darling that i've been holding onto because i didnt know how to write their meeting #turns out i just gotta find the right musical score for Gaz and his darlings #this is brought to you by:#lust for vampyre by I Monster

323 notes · View notes

smallestapplin · 1 year

Text

Random thing of meeting Ingo and Emmet’s dad.

- when you are firstly introduced to your lovers’s dad, you were terrified. He stood tall, with an angry scowl on his face (much like Ingo’s, though deeper, and the lines of age on his face only made it look more menacing.) his wide frame took up most of the door frame.

- It was on accident, you were just stopping by to bring Ingo and Emmet some lunch.

- “Dear! I’m so sorry, we got so caught up in work we forget to mention it.” Ingo still happily took your homemade lunch, as did Emmet. “This is our dad! Dad, our darling we were telling you about!” Emmet smiled.

- The man’s expression barely moved before he held his hand out to you, “Arthur.”

- You shake his hand, giving him your own name, but he merely nods and sits on the sofa in the office.

- You were almost scared to look to the much older man, he had those same alabaster eyes, but they weren’t familiar to you as the twins’s were.

- The twins are and chatted with you and each other, as they told stories of today.

- Arthur, however, wasn’t saying anything, seemingly just relaxing to his sons voices. Emmet is pouting cause you haven’t given him his daily dose of affection, but that twin link tells him enough.

- But luckily for you, they know just how to break the ice.

- In the middle of Emmet telling you what happened today, Ingo chimes in “yeah, your plan backfired so badly. It reminded me of the time you slammed your own hand in the car door, that dad was teaching us how to fix, thinking it was mine.”

- You snort, only for your laugh to be deafened by the louder one next to you. Arthur leans back in his seat, cackling.

- Emmet whines “oh great, now both of you are against me.” Knowing just what’s going to happen.

- You’re shocked when Arthur pulls out his wallet, letting the long album fall from it, and showing you a picture near the bottom.

- “That’s us at the hospital. Had to make sure he didn’t break anything.” You’re stunned, you can hear the joy in his voice, remembering the time fondly, even if his face doesn’t show it.

- “What about that one?” You point to a picture higher up, one of the older pictures he has.

- Silver eyes soften at it.

- “That one? Ah, they must’ve been no older than five, and they somehow got into my train kits that I kept when I retired.” He chuckles “they had oil stains on their clothes for weeks.”

- “Dad, please, no more.” Emmet grimaced, knowing there is no stopping Arthur when he gets started.

- And there is no stopping you when you see cute pictures of your boyfriends when they were younger.

- “Ooo what about this one?” You point to a picture of them as kids, covered in mud with a equally muddy Herdier, while Emmet holds up a Tynamo.

- “Daring, please-“ Emmet groans, once again cut off.

- “Ah that’s them with my Herdier, Pepper, she’s a good old girl, kept those two in check when I wasn’t around. I came out back to call them in for dinner, and found ‘em all absolutely filthy. Turns out, they used her so Emmet could catch his own Pokémon.”

- “So, what about Ingo and Chandelure?”

- “He got that one from me, and my little Lilac at home, she’s my lampet.”

- You found it so easy to talk to him, falling easily into a full blown conversation with him as he answers your questions, and tells you stories of what it was like raising Ingo and Emmet. He’s more than happy to show you pictures too! You found out he use to work at gear station as the engineer, in fact he usually stops by as some of his friends kids work here too.

- “Ya know, y’all should come over for dinner sometime.”

- At this, the twins perk up.(as they had given up trying to stop their father from telling you all their embarrassing stories.)

- “Oh! How about this weekend?”

- “Yes! Yes! We are off then!”

- You can’t help but get excited, wanting to meet their dad’s Pokémon, and wanting to see the bigger album.

- “I’ll get to that then. Y’all be safe, and boy.” The twins knew, jumping up and giving their dad a hug.

- It was funny watching Arthur lift Ingo and Emmet up in either arm, and hugging them tightly, so tightly you can hear their backs pop.

- “No overworkin’. Either of ya.”

- He looks to you, and you can tell his happy. “It was nice meetin’, I’m glad these two found someone.”

- You three wave him out as he leaves.

- “Why didn’t you two tell me your dad was an absolute sweetheart?”

- Emmet groans, while Ingo sighs.

- “Cause we knew he was going to show you that wallet album, he refuses to get rid of.”

- “It’s the first thing he shows people.”

- “Aw, that’s so cute.”

- You know it’s embarrassing, but it’s cute their dad is still a big part of their lives.

- Even if you did focus on the pictures of when they were little, you still saw the pictures at the end of the album wallet.

- Pictures of the twins in high school, pictures of their gym badges, and pictures of what looked to be a not too old family game night.

- You can only imagine what fun things await for you in the bigger photo album.

- Their dad might not want to embarrass them, but you do.

#oc #submas oc #oc.arthur #pokemon #pokemon x reader #submas x reader #listen their dad is a big baby and just wants to tell everyone he loves his sons and is so proud of them

180 notes · View notes

galos-writing · 7 months

Text

hey, y'all, uh sorry for my absence but i was so damn busy with uni im sorry T_T i had completed a request i received a long time ago but i accidentally deleted the message, fortunately i copied n pasted the request above the ff itself, so for whoever asked it to me, im so sorryyy and i hope the ff arrives to you Q-Q enjoyyy

Request: Hi! May I ask for Arthur Fleck x gn (*gender neutral) reader where the reader has green eyes and how would he react? Thank you!

You were standing right in front of a vast apartment block completely dumbfounded, you couldn’t believe such a majestic building could erect in a trashcan of a city like Gotham. Indeed, the poor lifestyle was mirrored by the appearance of what would become your new home: broken windows, a neglected shared yard full of trash bags, roaches and sewer rats, and the paint outside grayed or even consumed in some spots.

You made a face at the view, but it was all you could afford at the moment: you would have surely moved as soon as you would have found a job with a good salary. However, the luggage you were holding reminded you that you weren’t living somewhere better than this. You could almost dare to say your new home would be a mansion if compared to your parents’ house; even the rudest flatmate would be nicer than the ones who were supposed to love and support you no matter what, but that instead kicked you out, not even letting you collect all of your stuff. ‘Just your clothes’, they said, ‘and then get the fuck out.’.

Their words were carved in your memory and will probably be forever, you took a deep breath to hold back tears.

You were so deep in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the taxi driver behind you, until he honked, startling you. You turned to him, he was visibly pissed, angrily smoking his cigarette butt and then throwing it at your feet, not even putting it out.

“Ya deaf, pal?! I fuckin’ said it’s 50 bucks! Ya gon’ pay me or not?”, he shouted at you, sticking his hand full of rings out towards you, expecting his money on his callous palm. You turned pale at how angry he was and quickly pulled out your wallet to give him his money.

Your anxiety turned into full panic when you saw your wallet was completely empty. Fuck. You were sure your brat of a little brother stole all your money, oh how you wish you were still at your home to strangle him.

“So?”, the taxi driver insisted, pressing on the accelerator to increase the price according to the taximeter. His judgmental beady eyes were scanning you while you started emptying your backpack, in a desperate attempt of finding a single cent in the bottom of it. Nothing, just old stuff, some comic book and clothes. You let out a defeated sigh that made him visibly angrier, and your lips quivered as you opened your mouth to speak the only words he was hoping not to hear.

“I’m sorry, sir, I don’t…”

You got cut by a bony and shaky hand extending next to you, handing some banknotes at the taxi driver, who smirked and snatched them from it.

“H…Here…”, a thin male voice shyly stuttered before the money had been literally ripped off his hand. The driver filled his thumb with his gross saliva to start counting the bills, and when he was over he just left in a hurry, not saying a word.

You were at a loss for words due to everything that happened so quickly, but you managed to snap out of your trance and looked at the guy who just saved you from an unpleasant situation.

You were stunned when you saw the appearance of your saviour: a short and slender man who was still standing next to you, his arm was still extended and his eyes were wide open, staring off into space. He seemed to be in his mid-forties but you weren’t sure.

He flinched when you touched his shoulder, and slowly turned his head towards you. His eyes looked so sweet, but they were now so wide, still in shock at what just happened.

“Hey…”, you softly called him, trying to calm him down by awkwardly stroking his shoulder. “A-Are you okay? I’m so sorry you had to get through this, really… I’m willing to give you back your money, for sure, sir.”, you kept telling him, your tone was soft to sooth him, and you sketched an embarrassed smile when he looked at you. He first babbled some letters, as if he was starting the engine of his brain to reconnect and formulate a correct sentence, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. His gaze soon flustered you, making you look away.

“Well, then… It's been a true pleasure to meet you. Thank you again, sir.”, you politely saluted, grabbing your bags and walking to the entrance of the condo where the landlord was waiting for you.

As weeks passed by, some threatening letters from your father didn’t manage to break the new cocoon of comfort you built up all for yourself. You were so proud of your job of house decorating that you couldn’t resist but invite some friends over. What an idiot you felt by seeing your fridge was empty, how were you supposed to have guests over with no food in the house?

You found yourself forced to go emergency grocery shopping the day before their arrival. As you were walking to the grocery store, you had the crippling feeling of being observed, but the thing didn’t scare you too much: lots of people in Gotham were weirdos, or just envious bored fellas who enjoyed watching others to judge them without a reason. When you arrived at the cashier to pay for your stuff, your eyes met a familiar face: the nice nervous man who paid for your taxi! You instinctively smiled and poked his shoulder to catch his attention. When he turned around towards you, his cheeks turned a deep red as you joyfully waved at him.

“We haven’t talked much since you helped me that day, huh?”, you giggled, holding your bag of groceries as you were walking out of the store, followed by Arthur. He didn’t respond, he was too flustered to speak. You turned to him, tilting your head, your face showed concern. For a moment, you decided to ignore your worry and resumed smiling, extending your hand at him.

“I’m (Y/N), by the way. (Y/N) (L/N). We didn’t manage to introduce each other. It’s a pleasure to know you. We do live in the same condo, right?”, you happily asked, patiently waiting for the man to shake your hand. But he didn’t.

“I-I’m Arthur, Arthur Fleck… nice to know you too…”, he shyly murmured after a few seconds, trying to avoid eye contact. You worriedly looked at him again.

“Hey… are you okay? Did… did I say something that offended you?”, you asked, trying to approach him, but he stepped back.

“I have something to confess to you. I, uhm… I followed you… like, stalked you for a while. It’s better you immediately know, I don’t want you to find it out by yourself and get even more scared…”, he admitted, making your face turn pale; that explained your feeling of being observed all the time.

“... why?”, you just asked, feeling numb. You were confused, that man seemed so kind, silent and polite during condo reunions, you couldn’t believe someone like him could do something like that. But you appreciated his honesty, despite the fact you were definitely creeped out by him.

“I… just wanted to make sure you were real. And, y’know, not just some… some kind of delusion.”, he bluntly answered, as his face turned even redder. “It’s just that…”, he kept saying, “ … you quite… caught my attention, not gonna lie. You feel like a fresh breeze in this trash-stuffed pit.”.

His words hit you like a hammer, those were the first kind words someone outside your friends group had told you in weeks. Your eyes filled in tears, but you firstly refused to let them out, giggling.

“I… I don’t know what to say… Just… Thank you so much, Arthur. I’m glad you’re my neighbor. You’re the kindest man I’ve ever met in a long time.”, you told him, touching his shoulder. Your words made him blush even more, but this time a relaxed and genuinely joyful smile appeared on his thin and scarred lips.

“Why did you come to live here, though…? You’re so pure and joyful, your kindness doesn’t belong here…”, he asked, blushing a bit. His question upset you more than you wanted to admit.

“... my parents kicked me out because I refused to work for their shitty business. I wanted to escape that narcissistic and toxic environment to start all over again. And for now living here is all I can afford.”, you gloomingly explained.

He got silent, nodding a bit. His silence made your anxiety grow more than when you announced to your father you had no intention to work for his company.

Arthur noticed you were observing him, and stopped nodding. “ …what?”, he asked.

“What?? Aren’t you gonna say nothing?!”, you asked back, in full panic.

“What do you expect me to say? (Y/N), if there’s something I learned by living in this world is that insecure people will insult everything outside their range of comprehension. But believe me, it’s not worth your tears until you’re happy. That’s life.”, he just said, taken by a moment of confidence, he felt oddly comfortable by speaking so openly to you, for once he didn’t feel unfitting or out of line, he felt heard and he knew his words could be helpful to someone he cared for that was struggling.

“And, in all honesty, I wouldn’t be taken by surprise by your family situation, yet… by, uh…”, he kept going, struggling a bit to say what he was thinking of, but just by looking at you, he suddenly found the courage. He was feeling good by spilling all that out right now, and wanted that wellness to keep going.

“Yet by the fact yours are the most beautiful green eyes I’ve ever seen.”, he suddenly blurted out, making you heavily blush. You looked at him, you could see his wave of confidence disappear to make him blush as well, so much he had to pull on the collar of his shirt.

After some awkward second of silence, you smiled. “Do you mind if we… get back home together?”, you asked. Your proposition took him by surprise this time, making him slowly nod. The two of you walked back to the condo, in complete silence, drowning in fluster, but so happy you had met each other at that moment.

Tags: @darknessisafriend @werewolf-and-go-wild @indieblair @pursuit-of-comedy @ajokeformur-ray @fly-like-a-phoenix @five-miles-over @hebimoonlightwrites @jokerflecker @callmejokerr

#joaquinphoenix #joaquin phoenix #jp #imagine #scenario #joker x reader #joker x you #joker 2019 #arthur fleck x reader #arthur fleck imagine #arthur fleck x you

33 notes · View notes

shokopan · 2 years

Text

𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 . 𝐤. 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

genre: fluff - pairing: akaashi x gn!reader - wc: 1.3k - cw: mentions of food + cursing

note: the way i finally finished one of my anime wips? that is so good ugh round of applause everyone

“dude that’s like the fifth time cafe boy came in this week” atsumu comments, watching as the dark-haired man enters the coffee shop. the man is dressed in a white shirt layered with a beige long-sleeve button-up and olive slacks, paired with a brown messenger bag and dark black frames.

“maybe he just likes the coffee?” you suggest as you discreetly peek at the man.

“sure, five times already this week but it’s only a tuesday,” atsumu rolls his eyes, nudging you forward as the man begins nearing the register, “go get your cafe boy’s order and number, jesus stop making eyes at him. i think i'm going to gag,”

“shut the fuck up, i’m not making eyes, i just think cafe boy’s got really nice style and i want to know where he got his jacket,” you hiss, glaring at your coworker before walking over to greet the man.

“good afternoon! welcome to morning brew! what can i get for you today?” you beam, tapping your fingers along the screen of the cash register.

“hi, can i get a large cappuccino and an almond croissant?” he asks, smiling politely as he waits for you to input his order.

“alright, here is your total,” you point at the screen. he nods, pulls out his wallet, and hands you the bill, cheeks flushing as his fingers graze your own.

for a moment you’re stunned, noting how soft his hands seemed until you snap yourself out of the trance and him his change.

“your order will be out soon! i can help the next customer in line,” you smile at him, nodding as the person behind the man stepped up to the register.

a line had formed behind him as you were taking his order, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit bummed about not being able to hand the man his drink due to being stationed at the register.

meanwhile, akaashi was silently praying that his drink would take a little longer to make, hoping that universe would somehow will the two of you to interact beyond the few exchanged words at the cash register. he pulls out a book from the messenger bag that sits on his lap, busying himself with reading while briefly pausing between paragraphs to catch a glimpse of your unwavering smile.

atsumu begrudgingly takes notice of the two of you sneaking periodic glances at one another, heaving a sigh as he catches sight of akaashi glancing up again to look at you as atsumu motions for the man to maneuver over to the counter on the side.

“hey, yer into em right?” atsumu whispers, keeping his volume low to avoid letting you overhear. the man’s eyes widen, darting over to where you stood before turning back as atsumu continues, “tell ya what, they’re gonna take their break soon, so talk to them or something, i dunno, i’m just sick of ya both making eyes at each other, it’s getting old,”

“um yeah, i was ah, i was planning on asking them out today,” akaashi’s in pure shock, cheeks heating up at the realization of his lack of discretion, praying that the little glances he throws your way don’t make you uncomfortable.

“good! that’s good! go, go do that!” atsumu bobs his head furiously, giving akaashi a thumbs up as akaashi nods slowly, scurrying back as soon as atsumu shoos him away.

just as atsumu promised, you came out from behind the counter, cappuccino and almond croissant in hand as you place the two down by the table.

“here’s your large cappuccino and almond croissant sir, please enjoy!” you smile as akaashi dips his head in thanks as he sweats bullets trying to figure out something to ask to get you to stay at his table.

“how’s the book you’re reading?” you ask to akaashi’s relief. he’s nearly ready to kiss your feet in gratitude, but he instead shifts his efforts to being a decent conversationalist to keep you intrigued.

“it’s quite nice actually, the writing style is incredibly vivid and poetic. i really enjoy the protagonist’s internal dialogue and how the author has- oh” akaashi stops as he glances at the empty seat across from him and how you’ve been swaying side by side, making subtle and hesitant glances at the chair, “do you want to sit? if you’re free and it’s okay of course,”

“yeah, and please! go on, i’m interested in hearing what you have to say about the book,” you nod, gesturing for him to continue as you pull out the chair and seat yourself down, “i’m l/n y/n, by the way,”

“akaashi keiji, it’s nice to finally talk to you,” akaashi’s cheeks flush, a sheepish smile and downturned eyebrows replacing his former expression.

“finally?” you ask, tilting your head in curiosity as akaashi’s breath halts for a brief moment before he shyly nods.

“yeah, i’ve um, i’ve been wanting to talk to you for a bit now, but i just didn’t know how until your coworker helped,” akaashi sheepishly responds. your eyebrows furrow and you glance over at atsumu, who’s inconspicuously watching the two of you, quickly turns away when you hold eye contact with him.

“so that’s why atsumu insisted on me bringing your order to you,” you slowly nod, a coy smile forming as you lower your eyes at akaashi, pleased that there was an indication of some mutual attraction between the two of you, “i guess i should thank him later then,”

akaashi’s slowly gaining confidence as he listens to you speak, his hands now resting on his lap comfortably as his attention remains trained on you, “maybe,”

he glances over at atsumu once again and averts his eyes immediately upon seeing the blond’s smug grin and thumbs up as his attention settle back on you.

“are you free this saturday?”

your eyes blink for a moment, giving up on stifling your grin as you nod, “yeah, i’m free after 5,”

“good, i’ll tell you more about the book on our date,” akaashi beams, relieved by how you reciprocate as his cheeks flush red, “i do have to go though, but i look forward to seeing you again,”

akaashi hurriedly packs his belongings and downs the coffee, which if he’s being honest, he didn’t really need.

“want me to pack up your almond croissant?” you offer, watching his rushed shuffles as you stand up.

“you can have it, i think atsumu said that it was your favorite. ordering it was just so i had an excuse to see you and to stay a little longer,” akaashi hums, striding confidently to the door as he rides the high of scoring a date with you.

once he disappears, your head whips toward atsumu, who’s brimming with excitement as he rushes over to you, “you got a date! you’re going on a date with your cute cafe boy! you're welcome by the way, this happened all because of me,”

the door swings open as you and atsumu glance at the entrance, stunned to see akaashi out of breath as he rushes back in, “sorry, could i get your number? you know, so i can send you the details and get your address,”

you laugh and nod, taking his phone in your hand and entering your number as he nods gratefully, “sorry, i got a bit uh- too excited and forgot to ask earlier,”

“it’s fine,” you reassure him, waving as akaashi returns to the doorway. atsumu hides his snickers from behind you, yelping in pain once your heel stomps on his foot to get him to stop, “i’ll see you soon keiji,”

“i’ll see you then, i’m excited for you to see what i plan for the date,” he grins and waves goodbye for the second time, feeling satisfied as he catches the shy smile spreading on your face.

“whipped,” atsumu whispers in your ear, yelping again as you stomp harder on his foot.

“shut the fuck up atsumu,”

452 notes · View notes

anonymousewrites · 1 year

Text

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 2) Chapter Three

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Three: Clever Woman

Summary: (Y/N), Sherlock, and John have their first encounter with the Woman. Unfortunately, some uninvited Americans decide to show up as well.

Sherlock, John, and (Y/N) walked up to Irene Adler’s home. Sherlock put on a panicked façade to complete his “mugged” look, and (Y/N) acted similarly worried. He knocked hurriedly on the door.

“Hello?” A feminine voice answered over the intercom, undoubtedly peering out at them through the camera.

“Ooh! Um, sorry to disturb you. Um, I’ve just been attacked, um, and, uh…” Sherlock was fretful to the maximum. “They took my wallet, um, and my phone. They were, uh, harassing this poor kid, I think, and I tried to stop them!”

“Will you please let us in?” asked (Y/N), playing up the “poor helpless teenager” character. “I’m afraid they might come back!”

“I can phone the police if you want,” responded the voice smoothly.

Yeah, I don’t think they’re buying this. I have a feeling Irene Adler is smarter than most of the idiots we deal with, thought (Y/N). Still, they needed to get in there.

“Oh, yes! Thank you, thank you, could you, please?” pleaded Sherlock. He stepped back to show off his priest collar. He pretended to cry, pulling handkerchief out of his pocket.

The door buzzed, and a woman opened the door. It was not Irene Adler, but she seemed professional. She had red hair and wore a simple pencil skirt and blouse. When she glanced at John, he cleared his throat.

“I’m a doctor. I found them injured and wanted to help,” he said.

The woman nodded. “Please, come in.”

“Do you have a first aid kit?” asked John, playing up the ruse.

“In the kitchen,” said the woman, pointing. After John left, she gestured to a sitting room. “Please, sit.”

“Oh, thank you,” said Sherlock.

“Yes, thank you,” agreed (Y/N). The pair sat down on the cough. “Are you sure this is working, ‘Father Holmes?’ ” they asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Of course,” said Sherlock confidently, waving off their concerns with a flourish of the handkerchief.

“Hello,” said a new voice, smooth and self-assured. “Sorry to hear that you’ve been hurt. I don’t think Kate caught you’re name.”

“I’m sorry, I’m—.” Sherlock turned towards the woman before freezing. His brow furrowed in surprise.

(Y/N) followed his gaze. Oh. They blinked.

Irene Adler stood in the doorway, wearing a nude colored bikini that left very little to the imagination. It made her appear naked without actually being naked ((Y/N) was thankful for that. They had not signed up for solving mysteries with nudists). The black heels and red lipstick were the finishing touches on the stunning woman.

“Oh, it’s always hard to remember an alias when you’ve had a fright isn’t it?” she said with a smirk. She stepped forward and leaned on the couch beside Sherlock. Irene reached out and pulled the priest collar from his collar. “There. Now we’re both defrocked, Mr. Sherlock Holmes.” She smirked and then looked at (Y/N). “And (Y/N) (L/N). So sweet. I decided to dress up a little to not shock them. Sherlock, Sherlock, you can’t be taken them to places where they could be exposed to inappropriate things.”

“Thank you for the consideration, but I see dead bodies regularly,” said (Y/N), shrugging. Still, they were glad to not be seeing a naked woman. (Plus, they were a teenager. It would be harassment).

“Poor thing, always seeing the dead.” Irene sighed. “Sherlock, you’re ruining them.” She smirked. “How about I ruin you back? I mean, look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?” Her smirk was positively catlike as she bit down on the priest collar.

Ew, thought (Y/N).

“Right, this should do it,” said John, carrying a bowl of water and a washcloth (he was going to perform first aid to continue his act. When he looked up, he started and nearly dropped the bowl. He was looking at a nearly-naked woman draped over Sherlock. “I’ve missed something, haven’t I?”

Irene removed the priest collar from her mouth, tossing it carelessly to the side. “Please, sit down,” she said as she stepped back. “Oh, if you’d like some tea, I can call the maid.” She sat down on an armchair.

“We had some at the palace,” said (Y/N).

“I know,” said Irene.

“Clearly,” said Sherlock.

(Y/N) and Sherlock examined Irene. Sherlock furrowed his brow, getting no information. (Y/N) got a little, but only confirmations of what they already knew: she liked to feel in control and used people’s emotional weaknesses against them.

Irene smirked when she saw their frustration. “Do you know the big problem with a disguise, Mr. Holmes? However hard you try, it’s always a self-portrait.”

“You think I’m a vicar with a bleeding face?” questioned Sherlock.

“No, I think you’re damaged, delusional, and believe in a higher power. In your case, it’s yourself,” said Irene. She looked to (Y/N). “And you’re a teenager who’s lost and needs a safe place in this world.”

(Y/n) furrowed their brow and avoided Irene’s eyes. Sherlock’s hand darted out and settled on their arm. It was both a comfort to (Y/N) and a warning to Irene to stop messing with them.

It didn’t matter, though, since Irene was focused on Sherlock again. “Well, someone must love you, Sherlock. Why, if I had to punch that face, I’d avoid your nose and teeth, too.” She glanced playfully at John.

He coughed and laughed uncomfortably. “Could you put something…more on? Er, anything at all?”

“Why?” Irene raised an eyebrow. “Are you feeling exposed?”

“I don’t think he knows where to look,” said (Y/N), looking John up and down as he fidgeted.

“No, I think he knows exactly where,” said Irene, smirking. She looked at Sherlock. “Not sure you do.”

“If I wanted to look at naked people, I’d borrow John’s laptop,” said Sherlock. He stood and tossed his coat to Irene.

“You do borrow my laptop,” said John accusatorily.

“We confiscate it,” corrected (Y/N). They shrugged. “We need it for cases.”

“Well, never mind. We’ve got better things to talk about. Now tell me, I need to know. How was it done?” asked Irene, pulling the jacket closed around herself and leaning forward.

“How was what done?” questioned (Y/N).

“The hiker with the bashed in head. How was he killed?” asked Irene.

“That’s not why we’re here,” said Sherlock.

“No, no, nom, you’re here for the photographs, but that’s never gonna happen, and since we’re here just chatting away…” She trailed off and smiled serenely.

“The story’s not been on the news yet. How do you know about it?” questioned John in confusion.

“I know one of the policemen.” Irene smirked and corrected herself. “Well, I know what he likes.”

“And you like policemen?” asked John, glancing at her.

“I like detective stories and detectives. Brainy’s the new sexy,” said Irene, grinning, catlike, at Sherlock as he stood by the empty fireplace.

(Y/N) sighed. Alright, let’s skip the flirting and get to business. If she wants the hiker case solved, let’s solve it and move on. “All you need to know to figure out that case is the position of the car relative to the hiker when it backfired and that he was killed by a blow to the back of the head.”

Irene raised an eyebrow and smiled. “Alright, then how was he murdered?”

“Obviously, he wasn’t,” said (Y/N), shrugging.

“Really? You’re sure?” said Irene. She was enjoying watching them work. It was one thing to hear about Sherlock’s abilities and another thing entirely to hear about (Y/N)’s. They were a teenager. It was harder to believe they had such intelligence. But here they were, proving it. Irene smirked. They didn’t disappoint. “How?”

“The same way we know the hiker was a sportsman who recently returned from abroad,” said (Y/N). “Oh, and that the photographs are in this room.”

“Okay, but how?” said Irene.

Sherlock smirked. “So they are in this room. Thank you. John, man the door. Let no one in.”

John left, and Irene leaned back, raising an eyebrow. “You won’t find them.”

“No?” said Sherlock as the fire alarm went off and Irene’s eyes went instinctually to the mirror above the mantel. He lifted it away, and sure enough, a safe was hidden behind. “Now, the code…” he looked at Irene.

She smirked. “I’d help you along, but I already showed you it.”

Sherlock furrowed his brow, but the beeping of the fire alarm frustrated him as much as her obtuseness. “Alright, John, you can turn it off now.” It kept beeping.

Looks like John is having a little trouble with that, thought (Y/N).

“Give us a minute!” shouted John from down the hall.

A bang echoed to the lounge. It was the sound of the door slamming open. Before Sherlock could move to (Y/N)’s side, several men burst in. Two were already dragging John with a gun in his ribs. The others grabbed (Y/N) and Irene, forcing them to their knees.

Sherlock tensed as one of the men pressed the muzzle of his gun into the back of (Y/N)’s head. John sucked in a breath, much more willing to put up with threats on his own life than on the teen’s. Even Irene narrowed her eyes slightly at the action.

“Don’t you want me on the floor, too?” asked Sherlock, his voice even only because his mind was calculating how to keep (Y/N) safe.

“No, sir, I want you to open the safe,” said the man in charge.

(Y/N) swallowed hard, forcing their breathing to even. They focused intently on the deductions they could make to distract themself from the danger they were in. They couldn’t afford to freeze in this situation.

American…Professionals…Either government or organized crime, thought (Y/N), rattling off everything they could. Why are they here? What else is in that safe? It has to be more than the photos if the Americans are worried.

“I don’t know the code,” said Sherlock.

“We’ve been listening. She said she told you,” said the American.

“Well, if you’d been listening, you’d know she didn’t,” retorted Sherlock.

“I’m assuming I missed something. From your reputation, I’m assuming you didn’t, Mr. Holmes,” said the American.

“For God’s sake, she’s the one who knows the code, ask her!” shouted John.

“Yes, sir. She also knows the code that automatically calls the police and sets off the burglar alarm. I’ve learned not to trust this woman,” said the American.

He’s probably making the same assumption we are that Irene told him the right code since the police can’t do anything to Sherlock since Mycroft literally ordered him here, thought (Y/N). Still…what did she tell him? They blinked. Oh. She said she “showed him.” They made the connection. Huh. That’s one way to deliver information.

“Mr. Holmes doesn’t—” began Irene.

“Shut up,” snapped the American. “One more word out of you, just one, and I will decorate that wall with the insides of your head. That, for me, will not be a hardship.” He glared at Sherlock, frustrated he wasn’t acquiescing to his demands yet. He snapped his fingers. “Mr. Archer, bring the kid here.”

“Yes, Mr. Neilson,” said Archer, dragging (Y/N) to the center of the room. He roughly pushed them back down to their knees, and they winced as they hit the wood floor hard.

Neilson stepped beside them and held his gun to their temple, his eyes trained on Sherlock as the detective tensed and narrowed his eyes dangerously. “At the count of three, I’ll shoot Mx. (L/N) right here in the head.”

(Y/N) froze, and their frightened gaze met Sherlock’s. He looked ready to fight Neilson but couldn’t do anything for fear of (Y/N)’s safety.

“Oh my god,” breathed John. “Bloody hell—For God’s sake, they’re a kid!”

“I don’t know the code,” said Sherlock softly. He really didn’t. He kept replaying his conversation with Irene, but she hadn’t said anything about the code.

“One,” began Neilson.

“I don’t know the code,” repeated Sherlock emphatically.

“Two.” Neilson pressed the gun into (Y/N)’s temple.

They shivered at the danger and cold metal of the weapon. Unless Sherlock figured it out, (Y/N) couldn’t make it out of this one. Please, Dad!

“She didn’t tell me. I don’t know it!” shouted Sherlock.

“She showed you!” cried (Y/N).

“Oh?” Neilson glanced down and nudged (Y/N) threateningly with the muzzle of the gun. “Do you have the answer?” (Y/N) froze and looked at Sherlock. “I’m waiting. I can say ‘three’ at any time now, brat,” hissed Neilson.

“Stop!” shouted Sherlock, bringing attention back to him. He glared at Neilson. “I have it.” He had made (Y/N)’s connection.

John breathed out a sigh of relief as the first threat to (Y/N) was overcome. They weren’t out of the woods yet, though.

“Open it, now. I can still pull this trigger,” said Neilson.

Sherlock turned to the safe and punched in the code. Raising his hand to open it, he glanced at Irene. A silent communication passed between them. “Vatican cameos!” He flung the door open and ducked.

As the gun hidden within the safe fired, John dropped to the ground. The man behind him took the bullet to the chest and fell. Sherlock grabbed Neilson’s gun in the confusion and hit him in the head. (Y/N) jumped up to help, but Sherlock pulled them back. With the weapons involved, he wanted to keep them safe. Irene elbowed her captor in the stomach, and as he doubled over, Irene stole his gun and knocked him to the floor.

“Are you alright?” asked Sherlock, furrowing his brow as he looked at (Y/N).

They nodded. “Yes.”

“Stay here,” said Sherlock, turning to the man approaching.

As Sherlock and John took down the last two men, (Y/N) grabbed the phone. Finally, the fight ended. Sherlock instantly returned to (Y/N)’s side, and they handed the phone to him.

“He’s dead,” said John as he examined Archer, the shot man.

“Thank you. You were very observant,” said Irene, smiling at Sherlock. “Even if it took you a moment.”

“Observant?” John frowned in confusion.

“I’m flattered,” said Irene, smirking.

“Don’t be,” said Sherlock. He turned to John and (Y/N). “There’ll be more of them. They’ll be keeping an eye on the building.”

“We should call the police,” said John.

Sherlock nodded and promptly walked out of the room. (Y/N) peeked their head around the corner and watched as he opened the front door and fired three shots into the sky.

“On their way,” he said as he returned.

“For God’s sake!” cried John.

(Y/N) shrugged. “It’s efficient.”

“Check the rest of the house. See how they got in,” said Sherlock.

Sherlock and (Y/N) began checking the windows while John headed to the back. Sure enough, he found Kate unconscious by the bathroom. A window was open. They had entered through there and broke open the bathroom door from the inside.

“Sherlock! (Y/N)!” called John.

They ran over to him, and Irene walked out of the room as well. Sherlock looked into the bathroom.

“They came in through here,” said Sherlock.

“It’s alright,” said John as Irene looked at Kate. “She’s just out cold.”

“Well, God knows she’s used to that,” said Irene. “There’s a back door. Better check it.”

John and (Y/N) quickly went to the back, but (Y/N) stopped when they heard the thump of a body falling. Instantly, they doubled back. Sherlock lay convulsing on the bathroom floor as Irene sat on the windowsill, preparing to use the rope the Americans had used to climb up to escape.

“What did you do to him?!” demanded (Y/N), rushing to his side. “Sherlock? Dad?” Drugs had done this. Irene had drugged him. Their heart clenched. Their mother had died of overdose, and (Y/N) couldn’t handle the idea of Sherlock hurting because of drugs.

“He’ll sleep for a few hours, don’t worry,” said Irene, smiling playfully. “Make sure he doesn’t choke on his own vomit. It makes for a very unattractive corpse.”

“What did you give him?” cried (Y/N) furiously.

“He’ll be fine. I’ve used it on loads of my friends,” said Irene.

“Sherlock, can you hear us?” asked John, crouching by his side and feeling his pulse.

“You know, I was wrong about him. He did know where to look,” said Irene, grinning with catlike impertinence.

“What are you talking about?” questioned John.

“The key code to my safe,” replied Irene.

“What was it?” asked John.

Sherlock groaned, opening his eyes and trying to sit up as (Y/N) worried over him.

“Shall I tell him?” teased Irene. “(Y/N) and you already know.”

“What is it?” repeated John angrily.

“My measurements,” said Irene. And with a wink, she disappeared out the window.

“Her measurements?” said John, looking at (Y/N) aghast.

“John, Sherlock and I catalogue a lot about people when we observe them,” said (Y/N) with an innocent shrug.

“(Y/N), you should sleep,” said John. They were back at 221B. Sherlock was asleep in his bed. The paramedics had checked him out, and he was fine, he just needed to sleep it off.

(Y/N) shook their head, still perched on a chair beside Sherlock’s bed. “No, I need to make sure he’s okay.” Their parental issues were rearing their heads.

“I’m sure he’s fine. Look, he’s calmer than I’ve ever seen him—” John jumped as Sherlock sat up suddenly.

“(Y/N)? John?” His voice was slurred, still affected by the drugs. He tried to stand and nearly fell to the floor. Luckily, John and (Y/N) supported him. “How did I get here?”

“Ambulance,” said (Y/N) simply, too concerned to say more.

“We should warn you, Lestrade was filming you,” said John.

“Where is she?” said Sherlock, trying to stand again.

“Where is who?” asked John.

“The woman. The woman!” said Sherlock deliriously.

“Irene Adler? She got away,” said (Y/N).

He stumbled to the window. “She was here. She…brought my coat.”

(Y/N) glanced to the side, and he was right, his coat was back. Irene must have snuck in while they gave their statement to Lestrade, which was the only time they left Sherlock alone.

“Okay, fine, she was,” said (Y/N), walking to Sherlock’s side. “Can you please go back to bed now?”

Sherlock sighed dramatically. “You never listen to me, why should I listen to you?”

“Because I can make you do it,” said John, rolling his eyes and nearly dragging Sherlock back into his bed.

Sherlock flopped down. “You’re both so mean…”

(Y/N) rolled their eyes but smiled. He was alright.

Taglist:

@stilesstilinskiforlife-blog

@im-making-an-effort

@ilse235

@schrodingers-intelligence

#a study of the heart and brain #sherlock #sherlock x teen!reader #sherlock x teen reader #sherlock x reader #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes #x reader #gn reader #x gn reader #x nb reader #nb reader #x teen reader #x teen!reader #found family #found family trope #father figure

45 notes · View notes

tranquil-turbulence · 2 years

Text

SasuSaku Month ‘22 Day 13

Day 12 | Day 14

Day 13 Prompt: Edible

Modern AU

"Oh, damn it," Sakura hissed as the flashing glare of red and blue lights entered her rear-view mirror.

Huffing a breath, she scanned the side of the road before pulling over and slowing to a stop. Putting the car in park, she leaned back against the seat just waiting for the cop to make their way over.

I really don't have time for this, she thought irritably as she flipped the visor down and opened the mirror to check her lipstick in the dim lights on either side of it. Glancing down at her phone on the center console, she scowled when she saw no new messages.

A tap on the window made her gasp, whirling around to stare at a uniformed man outside. He gestured to roll down her window, and she slowly reached out for the crank.

An awkward silence settled between them as she slowly rolled down the window. The policeman's face was set in a displeased frown, lips pressed into a tight line.

Finally, once the window was down enough, he questioned flatly, "Do you know how fast you were going, ma'am?"

Not fast enough, she wanted to retort. Instead, she shook her head. "No, I'm afraid I looked away from the speedometer for a moment too long."

"You were doing an eighty in a sixty-five." His eyes narrowed. "What in the hell would be worth doing eighty in a sixty-five with no flow of traffic?"

Face flushed an angry red, Sakura slumped in her seat and mumbled something under her breath.

"What was that?" He leaned in further.

"Mwrndbldwr," she muttered louder.

"Speak up, I can't hear you," he snapped.

"I'm wearing edible underwear!" She yelled, glowering up at him with all the embarrassed rage she could muster.

After a moment of stunned silence on the officer's side, she explained, "I'm late for a date with a guy I really started to click with. If he cancels on me because I get ticked I swear-"

"Calm down," the officer gruffly interrupted, pulling his hat down to further shadow his face. In the flashing lights of his car, she swore she could see a blush creeping along his cheeks. "License and registration."

With a quiet grunt, she leaned over to the glovebox and fished about for the paper. Handing it to the officer, she dug in her purse for her wallet and quickly produced her license.

He squinted when he saw her picture. Looking back and forth between her and the license, she could almost hear the question in his mind.

"Yes, my hair is natural," she sighed heavily.

"I wasn't going to question that," he answered, shaking his head. "You're... older than I thought you'd be."

Leaning back, Sakura raised a brow. "How young could I feasibly be? Sixteen?"

Shaking his head again, he left the window and walked back to his car.

Heart pumping in her throat, the pinkette slumped even further in her seat and closed her eyes, feeling a headache forming. Slowly she rubbed her fingers in tight circles on her temples, not even bothering to look up when the cop came back to the window.

"Here." He pushed the items through. "Just for the record... you're actually wearing...?"

"Yes," she sighed tiredly, taking the paper and her license before leaning over to stuff the registration back in the glovebox. She paused, looking back over. "I'm really not that kind of girl usually."

Taken-aback, the cop remained quiet.

"Really," she repeated with a shrug. "But this one... I feel like this might actually end my dry spell."

He shifted from foot to foot, shifting his eyes to the side.

"I haven't had a date in forever." Another sigh. "Now I'm wondering if it was even worth it to get this stupid licorice panty--"

"Ma'am, uh, miss Haruno," the cop quietly interrupted. "I think I'm your date tonight."

She paused, turning to look up at him in shock.

When he tipped his hat up, she noticed a familiar face.

"Oh... oh my gosh," she dumbly breathed. "I'm, uh..."

The cop rubbed the back of his neck and huffed a laugh. "Uh, so, I guess we're still on for that date. I was worried I was the late one."

"Oh, no, no you're so fine!" She blurted. "I- I mean, it's fine."

An awkward silence hung heavily in the air for several loud seconds.

"So," he said, putting the notepad away. "Just this once... I'll let you off easy."

Sakura blinked, before giving him a mischievous grin. "It's not because of the edible panty set, is it?"

The cop coughed into his fist, turning away as she burst into laughter.

#sasusaku month 2022 #sasusaku

17 notes · View notes

tiredwithlifesbs · 2 years

Text

This is a one shot about Steve Harrington's younger sister X Eddie. This is separate from the timeline in season 4.

"Crushing on the DnD King"

○●●○●○●●●●●●●●●●▪︎○○○○○○○●●○●▪︎●○●▪︎●○

I was standing in front of my mirror. I was just about to go to Eddie's house to watch a movie. I was looking into the mirror, staring so hard it I was like looking through myself. I heard the footsteps of my brother coming into the room. My eyes bolted to look into his as I was shocked he had come in without knocking. Usually the famous Harrington was quite respectful to his younger sister... she guessed not today.

"Woah..."

He was stunned by his sister in a red dress matched with black stockings and black combat boots.

"..Going on a date? With who?"

He seemed very serious with his question. She didn't blame her anxious brother for wanting to see who she was going out with. He did know more about the students at Hawkins High School.

"Eddie Munson. We're gonna watch a movie together.. at his house..er well trailer."

She nervously played with her scrunchie that was on her right wrist as she looked into the mirror at herself again. Her brown hair was put into two braids as to hopefully keep the fluffiness tamed. She heard her brother step closer to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"Be careful with him.. I don't know much about him but I know he's too suspicious to be perfect."

Steve sounded quite skeptical of Eddie.

"Or.."

She retaliated in a playful tone.

"..You're just jealous of him."

She looked to him with a smirk as he rolled his eyes. He gave her a side hug.

"Just promise you won't do anything too crazy. Please Peanut."

"I promise Stevie. I'll keep out of trouble. It's not like we're gonna fuck."

Steve held her a bit tighter at that statement as he met her eyes with a serious look.

"Well I hope not for the first date. I don't want my sister to give me a nephew or niece that quick... use a condom."

"Of course."

She finally wiggled herself out of his grip and to her purse which she had some lipstick and her wallet in.

"I gotta go Stevie but I'll see you later tonight."

She made her way out of her door and down the stairs to the front door. She heard Steve call out after her.

"DONT BE OUT TOO LATE DANIELLE."

"OKAY MOM."

She called back before walking out.

●●○○●○●○●○●○●○AT EDDIES○●●○○●○○●●○

Danielle was stood outside Eddie's door gaining the courage to knock. After a minute the door opened and there was Eddie with a smile on his face.

"Hey Harrington. What a special surprise. Come on in Beautiful."

A blush came to her cheeks at the compliment as she walked into his trailer. She looked around. It was quite nice and roomie for a trailer. She hadn't been in one before so this was new to her. She smiled at Eddie as he began to show her around the trailer.

○●○●○●●A COUPLE HOURS LATER○●○○●

"..that's why you always have to wear your trusty jacket."

She gave a small chuckle as Eddie was telling me about how his jacket saved his life from bullies in middle school. We had been talking for 3 hours now and completely forgotten about our movie. She had always felt like her and Eddie were meant to be something even though they had only been talking for 5 months. He seemed to know just how to make her happy.

"So Dani.. uh.."

Eddie was nervously looking down at his hands for a second before looking back up at her. There was a loving look in his eyes.

".. Well.. Shit.. I might as well just fucking say it.."

"Eddie.. what's up?"

She questioned sweetly as she had a feeling she knew what was happening.

".. Can.. Can I kiss you..?"

He nervously pushed out of his mouth with a nervous grin. She smiled widely at him with a look of admiration.

"Yes."

They both leaned in for the kiss. Their lips connecting with a warmth neither of them had felt before. Eddie's hands were around her waist as hers were around his neck. The kiss lasted for a couple minutes. Their lips moving in sink as the feeling was mesmerizing.

She pulled away from him looking in his eyes.

"Eddie.. I think I'm falling in love."

He chuckled.

"Me too."

○○●●●○●○●○●●●○□●●○●○●○●○●○●○●○○○●

AHHHH

Let me know if you want anymore. I could make it not just a one shot. :3

MotherLucifer

#steve harrington #stranger things #eddie munson #one shot #oc x canon #swearing #latenight writing #original writing #do not repost without credit #romance #harringtons younger sister #Older Brother Steve Harrington #fanfic

6 notes · View notes

suttonsehested6 · 2 years

Text

Cheap Hermes Constance Baggage, Discount Hermes Constance Bags Wholesale

You shall be stunned to see how natural these handles fit on your arm. For that reason,replica celine luggage no shock this collocation is chosen as one of the best costume. Its glad to see that shes just precisely the identical as Queen B we normally see throughout the Gossip Lady. I think you are able to be as charming as Leighton Meester has celine boston replica too. The ultra-roomy inside and the aptitude of folding flat of this bag make this bag a top choice for LV fans. Smooth and clear leather trim and brilliant and shiny hardware are some further options that give LV Keepall 50 an edge over another bag. Due to the calls for of a modern-day exhausting working woman, the French model made certain that this pockets will present ease in bringing your hard-earned cash and plastic playing cards in a stylish method. Inside, it has four credit card slots, 2 flat pockets, a change purse with zipper so it could hold your coins in place, and an external pocket at the again for straightforward access. It has every thing you should structure your day by day wallet. The Hermès Constance Bag is historically crafted in such materials like Epsom, Box and Evercolor leathers, although additionally it is produced in other fabrications incl. Lizard, ostrich and crocodile are all well-liked alternatives to the basic leather-based version. The baggage are fake bags made from inferior high quality supplies. Many of these websites use inventory photos, and when your order arrives, it seems nothing like what was marketed on the positioning. Many sellers on Google provide LV replicas, but you would possibly get scammed and end up buying a really low-quality product. wikipedia handbags Spray the again aspect of the batting purse entrance aspect piece with quilt basting spray. Pull the plastic resist out through this opening. Hermès Replica handbagsclassic versions can be present in leather and canvas , which is quite completely different from the whole leather-based model. In comparison with the leather-based version, the leather and canvas stitching seems less lavish but consists of more leisure fashion. Then it’s the design, identical to most of Hermes timeless baggage, the Evelyne III is crafted rather easy and streamlined, with a long and robust shoulder strap. The giant H, which represents the brand Hermes, is drawn on the front with a circle. The strap of the bag is finely padded and robust sufficient to not break. The gold chain doesn’t feel tarnished in any respect and feels luxurious. LV Speedy 30 is a incredible bag that offers you the freedom to wear it with no matter you want and on whatever event you need. Right after you unwrap your Speedy, the canvas of your bag with its sheen and slighter graininess would hook your eyes . replica constance bag The shade of the material is so accurate and the stitching is near to excellent. I don’t update my earlier articles as a end result of it happen so typically and I can’t look for new domains of the sellers. Lesson learnt and I truly have been cautious of these so good pictures and ig sellers, but after all there are exceptions to everything. I was out 2 weeks with my bestie, sat in a restaurant a very elegant girl walked in holding a pink small flap with gold hard ware and I immediately noticed it. I also went on the consignment web site 1st Dibs and searched a Hermes Birkin in a similar distinction stitch colour and located it to be actually sewn with much less care than my replica. I discovered this actually surprising since the bag goes for $16,606 on their website and I paid $1400 for my Birkin 25 which is 1/10 of their worth. It’s a surprising, traditional and timeless long pockets clutch from Hermes Constance collection. It’s very uncommon and undoubtedly a priceless Hermes collector item. The most sought-after Constance on the resale market is the Constance 14, in any other case often identified as The Micro Constance. While many contemplate the Mini Kelly to be actually exhausting to find, it's even more durable to find the Micro Constance. So, every time these bags show up on the resale market, they are bought immediately and on the premium value. Now my kitchen is a spot I can get pleasure from being in. In addition to packing the food, Gambill said, toured the Food Bank to be taught more about the facility and heard some of the heart warming tales in regards to the kids we help. The modernized type makes it easy to accompany on city streets and the array of shade variations makes discovering the perfect bag a synch. A short and mini wallet model of the well-loved Constance, the Compact Compass Wallet proves to be a daily essential in every woman’s bag. At first look, you'll immediately discover its gold plated ‘H’ tab closure, which lends it a way of fashion and safety all on the similar time. Along with the promoting price and better high quality has gained a excellent reputation all around the globe. It provides free delivery for all requests and states. 2014 New Replica Hermes Constance baggage at inexpensive prices. The website is a provider of high of the range replicas of Cheap Hermes Constance bags which might be initially made by some well-known designers. The Constance bags which are being offered in the site are available in a variety of colours and kinds, allowing on-line prospects to seek for the ones that can meet their wants and tastes. I wired the money with western union and obtained the bag one week later.

#constance bag replica #replica constance bag #replica hermes constance #hermes constance bag

0 notes

mcdonough86whitfield · 2 years

Text

Authentic Hermes Constance,replica Hermes Constance

The hardware combination of Griolet and Silver makes this bag simple to design, because its playful and "impartial adjoining" fuchsia look naturally matches most of my wardrobes well. The minimalist nature and silky texture of this bag additionally make it easy to mix into the look and add attention-grabbing colors. Smartbuyfashion.internet has been devoted into replicating the High End copy Hermes Handbags to satisfy its various customers’ needs. All replica Hermes Bags at Smartbuyfshion.com will be the finest Replica Hermes Purses you might have ever purchased. Design is the firstly thing that comes into the act when it gets to purchasing fashion wear. One cannot afford to spend a huge sum of money on objects which are outdated or poor in design. I was a little skeptic to order a replica purse and wallet, but I will inform you. I compared my purchase with a non replica Louis Vuitton. Purse and pockets and couldn't find any noticeable variations. I may even order additional product for myself and for items. I am shocked that it is a replica.The quality, rich shade, hardware detal of Handbag and Walket are proper on. But I love this little button, tremendous beautiful. wikipedia handbags Very retro toned inner pocket, zipper, zipper lastly gorgeous appearance. Replica Chloe Handbags introduces a new assortment of luggage that exude a novel and romantic look. As a famous model that's onerous to search out, Chloe, this time lastly received a new bag, which makes the brand’s loyal followers pleased. And the value is superior I rate it 100 percent satisfaction. Customer service is awesome transport is 100% they ensure you get your items. The Hermes replica purses is without doubt essentially the most wanted luxurious purse designers on the earth, but for most owning a Hermes is an unreachable dream due to the extremely high price tags. When you shop at gradebestbags.com, you aren't simply taking a look at pretend handbags and wallets for sale. I was stunned that the quality is that this good. I did a lot of analysis about imitation-handbags before I determined to position my order. Once I received the braveness to order I was VERY worried that I would hate the bag. The bag is flawless and none will be able to inform it's a replica. I am so picky and this met all my expectation. Like my mentioned final "I would buy this product again and again" and I DID!!! I bought the Chanel 1112 Lambskin Small Ladies Bag and I ma delighted. https://phoenet.tw/replicas-hermes-bags/constance-bag-replica.html The compliments I received from my associates made me really feel so special!! This is my second evaluate on this purchase. Each piece has been superbly crafted to provide the appear and feel of the genuine article, with very good overall finish. The neatest thing about buying great quality and real replicas of designer purses is that you would be become practically the precise deal in a less price than the true brands on the market. The goods in NIT.md will arrive at a price assortment of roughly 300 to four hundred dollars every bit whereas the true manufacturers are approximately 5 more instances that worth. Spray the again aspect of the batting purse front aspect piece with quilt basting spray. Pull the plastic resist out through this opening. Hermès Replica handbagsclassic variations could be found in leather and canvas , which is somewhat totally different from the entire leather model. In comparison with the leather-based version, the leather and canvas stitching seems less lavish but includes extra leisure style. Then it’s the design, identical to most of Hermes timeless bags, the Evelyne III is crafted rather easy and streamlined, with a long and powerful shoulder strap. The giant H, which represents the brand Hermes, is drawn on the entrance with a circle. The wallet is GORGEOUS and I could not have been happier with the way the transport, packaging, and product all look. Definitely a must have for any things like me, just like ALL other items! Sturdy, leather-based, fits an iPad, great vintage design. But don't pack it too full because the clasp will spring open underneath pressure.

#constance bag replica #replica constance bag #replica hermes constance #hermes constance bag

0 notes