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solarmorrigan · 3 months

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Hands Where I Can See Them, Part 6

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The days pass like cold mud – slow, uncomfortable, and relentless.

But they do pass.

Eddie had said he could give Steve the time he needed, and he’d meant it; he would wait out the two weeks and be there on the other side to talk to him. To hope for a second chance.

They see each other here and there, mostly in passing: Steve comes to pick a few of the kids up from a gaming session; Eddie stops in at Family Video with Jeff, Gareth, and Oliver to grab a movie (where Jeff and Steve exchange a surprisingly friendly greeting); they occupy separate sides of the room at a group dinner.

Each time, Eddie is sure to at least acknowledge and wave at Steve, in spite of any protective hovering and scowling Robin might be doing if she happens to be present. Steve gives cautious nods in return at first, but as they near the deadline, he’s returning Eddie’s distant greetings with a hesitant smile and that ridiculous little finger-wiggle wave that Eddie had been reluctantly charmed by in the beginning.

And in the meantime, Eddie plots.

He is not, by nature, an optimist (strangely, between the two of them, that’s Steve’s area), but in this instance, he plans for the best: the idea that Steve will say yes and let Eddie take him on a proper date. And as improvisational as Eddie likes to be, he’s also a veteran dungeon master and plotter of all sorts of campaigns; if you want long-term plans to go off without a hitch, it pays to be prepared.

So, he plots.

He brainstorms and makes lists of all of Steve’s favorite things and schemes out elaborate romantic gestures and draws on all the knowledge he’s retained from the romcoms he’d whined about having to watch with Steve but had always given in over when Steve gave him that puppy-eyed look that Eddie has no defense against.

(And somehow, he’d continued to think they were just friends. His lack of awareness should be studied as a scientific anomaly.)

He thinks Steve would be proud of his accumulated work (and Eddie himself isn’t ashamed of it, but all the same, he makes sure to hide the notebook where none of the guys will ever, ever stumble across it, because they would never, ever let Eddie live it down).

In any case, the ticking down of two weeks finally comes to an end, and Eddie stands in front of the phone earlier than he’d normally care to be awake, hoping that his work will pay off.

Steve picks up before the fourth ring, just like he always does, and answers the phone like a dork, just like he always does.

“Harrington residence, Steve speaking.”

This is where Eddie normally makes a joke – says he’d been trying for the funeral home and asks if Steve happens to have a shovel and some time on his hands; says he thought he’d had the number for the Hawkins Gentleman’s Club and asks if Steve is much of a dancer; once, he’d even affected a terrible New York accent and spun some lines about how he’d been trying to call a speakeasy. He can always hear the laughter caught behind Steve’s dry responses to his nonsense, and he always loves it.

But now is not “normally,” and Eddie only just manages to sound like himself as he replies, “Steve. Just the Harrington I was hoping would speak.”

“Eddie,” is all Steve says for a moment; he sounds almost surprised, but not displeased. “Hey.”

“Hey,” Eddie says back. “So, I know punctuality has never been my strong suit, but it’s, uh. It’s been two weeks. Pretty much on the dot. And you said I should come talk to you again, so…”

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, no, did you – You can come over. If you want to talk, still,” Steve says – stammers, really, like he’s been caught off-guard, like he really hadn’t been expecting Eddie to call.

“Well, if I didn’t change my mind in two weeks, I’m not gonna change my mind in the fifteen minutes it takes to get to your house,” Eddie says.

“Sure,” Steve says, a little steadier now. “Yeah, I’ll see you in a bit, I guess.”

“You definitely will,” Eddie assures him. “See you in a bit, Steve.”

“Yeah. Yes. Bye, Eddie.”

It’s awkward, but – it’s something.

The only reason Eddie doesn’t break an egregious number of traffic laws on his way to Steve’s house is because he simply couldn’t bear the irony of getting arrested now, of all times. With his luck, he’d get sent up the river and Steve would be left waiting and waiting at his house before coming to the conclusion that Eddie had never really cared about him after all, only to be found surprised and jaded several years later when Eddie is finally released from prison and makes his first stop the Harrington house and – Christ, Eddie’s had romance on the brain too long. He’s going to have to binge reread Lord of the Rings or something to get his head back on straight.

He pulls his head out of the clouds and his van into the Harrington’s ridiculously massive driveway and heads up to the door with a vibrating surplus of energy sustained entirely by nerves and determination.

It seems like he’s not the only one running on anxiety power, though, based on how quickly the door opens after Eddie rings the bell.

It’s the first time Eddie’s really seen Steve up close since the trailer two weeks ago. He looks– better. He’s still tired, Eddie can tell; he’s got that slightly droopy look around his eyes and an almost painful set to his jaw that’s nearly impossible to spot if you don’t know what to look for – and most people don’t (but Eddie’s spent a lot of time learning Steve, even if he hadn’t picked up all the right tells). But he still looks better, and Eddie finds himself relieved.

“Hey, there,” he says, giving Steve a nod. “Just happened to be in the neighborhood, y’know. Thought I’d drop by.”

Steve shakes his head, a tiny smile quirking up at one corner of his mouth. “Come in, jackass.”

“Fine way to treat your guests,” Eddie drawls in return, gratified when Steve’s smile grows just a tiny bit more.

He takes off his shoes at the entryway (Steve hardly ever asks anyone to take off their shoes, because worrying about the state of your floors isn’t cool, but it bothers him all the same, and so Eddie takes them off) and follows Steve through to the living room, where they both perch awkwardly on the couch and sit in an equally awkward silence for about thirty seconds.

“So… you said I should come talk to you,” Eddie says finally.

“I did, yeah.” Steve nods.

“You said to tell you if this was still something I wanted,” Eddie goes on.

“I did, yeah,” Steve says again. “And… you’re here.”

“I told you I wouldn’t change my mind, Steve.” Eddie’s hand twitches, almost instinctively reaching out for a spot on Steve’s knee, or around his wrist, or threaded through his fingers, but he doesn’t think he can take Steve freezing up or pulling away again. “This – you, us – I still want it. I want to do it right. If you’ll give me the chance, I want to treat you how you should be treated.”

Steve nods. “Okay.”

Eddie blinks. “Okay? As in – just, yeah, okay?” He knows he’s not making much sense, but he’d been sort of prepared to have to make his case – to extol the virtues of the perfect dates he had planned, to sing the praises of all the things he knows now that he should appreciate about Steve, to lament the loss of trust and ease between them, but instead Steve is just sitting there, watching him with a funny sort of smile on his face.

“I was… I was never going to say no, Eddie.” Steve shrugs. “I just really needed you to think about it. To make sure this—a real relationship with… with me—is really what you wanted. Because if it’s not, if you took it back again, I don’t think I’d– I just really needed you to be sure.”

“Steve,” Eddie says, low and serious, “I have never been more sure of anything in my life. A real relationship with you is exactly what I want.”

Steve’s smile twitches, changes into something a little more familiar, a little warmer. “Okay.”

“You’re never gonna regret it, sweetheart,” Eddie says, can’t help bouncing a little in his seat as his nerves turn to excitement, to elation. “I have the corniest, most romantic dates planned, I swear, I’m going to knock your socks off. We’ll unlock your inner Molly Ringwald.”

Rolling his eyes, Steve shakes his head at Eddie. “You really don’t have to do all that. I’m not– putting you through a trial, or whatever, we can just go back to what we were doing, right? Just with… I dunno, more awareness.”

“Noooo, no.” Eddie shakes his head right back. “You said you didn’t want to pretend nothing ever happened, and you shouldn’t have to. I want to do this, Steve. Let me take you on a real date.”

Something unreadable flashes across Steve’s face, and suddenly his smile is wrong again. Sort of plastic – like he’s trying, but it’s not quite reaching his eyes. But before Eddie can ask what’s wrong, Steve is shrugging.

“If you insist…”

“I most certainly do,” Eddie says firmly. “I’m gonna romance the shit out of you.”

At that, Steve releases a helpless snort of laughter, and the plastic smile is gone, blown away by a real one.

“You’re making a super good argument for it,” Steve says, and Eddie grins.

“Aren’t I?” He bats his eyelashes. “So tell me: you free on Friday night?”

“I’m working, actually. Someone has to dole out dumb romances to other people out on dates,” Steve says drily, as if he himself hasn’t seen most of the films he’s maligning.

Eddie hums. “Saturday?”

“I could probably get someone to cover my shift,” Steve hedges, teasing and flirty and everything Eddie’s missed in the last few weeks.

“So you’ll be free?” Eddie asks.

“As a bird – as long as that bird isn’t a robin, considering who’s going to have to cover for me,” Steve says, and Eddie pulls a grimace.

“Yeah, maybe don’t tell her why you need the shift covered. I get the feeling she wouldn’t be as agreeable if she knew I was involved,” he says.

“I don’t think Robin’s ever been agreeable in her life, and she’d probably resent the accusation.” Steve smirks. “But as long as she doesn’t think I’m sneaking away to see you, and if I take the Monday morning shift she really hates, I don’t think it’ll be a problem. Let’s plan for Saturday?”

“Saturday it is!” Eddie pops up off the couch, both unwilling to sour the mood by overstaying his welcome, and suddenly overflowing with the need to set preparations in motion. “Six o’clock, sharp! I’ll pick you up.”

“Do I get to know where we’re going?” Steve asks, one eyebrow cocked.

“Absolutely not. The surprise is part of the experience,” Eddie says.

“Dress code, at least?” Steve wheedles, and Eddie supposes that’s fair.

“Casual. And bring a jacket,” Eddie says.

Both of Steve’s brows go up now, as he rises from the couch to follow Eddie back out towards the door. “Telling someone to bring outerwear to a date is usually a red flag, man,” he says, watching as Eddie shoves his shoes back on.

“But you love being outside,” Eddie counters, glancing up at Steve with a grin.

“I,” Steve pauses, blinking at him. “I guess.”

“And no more hints,” Eddie says, rising from the floor and reaching for the door handle. “I’ll see you on Saturday?”

“Yeah,” Steve says, his voice warming around a small, pleased smile, “I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“Can’t wait.” Eddie throws one last grin at him before stepping out into the brisk, late fall air.

He doesn’t stop smiling the whole way home.

Part 7

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madschiavelique · 9 months

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hii my love! would u mind doing a little blurb on miguel finding out the woman he has been seeing is a stripper? she just feels so embarrassed to admit that and scared It would drive him away but instead he’s pretty much more open about it and become far too protective too. thank you:))

OMG ANON YOU DON'T KNOW HOW OUR BRAINS CONNECTED because listen : i have an au in mind where my spiderpersona is a succub in a strip club, and basically when Miguel is brought there by his friends, they meet

SO YEA i'm living for stripper!reader x miguel (also this was supposed to be a blurb but i got carried away fdkzefrgd - the club scene from Closer really inspired me for this)... now i want to make a multiple chapter fic on stripper!reader x miguel hELP

summary : miguel discovers you're a stripper

content warnings : NSFW, stripper!reader, reader gives a little private show to miguel (just removes the top though, doesn't reveal the cunt), fem!reader, no use of Y/N word count : 2k song mentionned : world outside - the devlins

tag list : @fandom-ash

Up until now, you had decided to keep your professional occupation to Miguel, for one simple reason: fear.

Fear filled your stomach at the thought of telling him you were a stripper. You and Miguel had been dating for some time, and had quickly become close. The bond was shaping up to be strong, and you were worried that the information about your job would ruin everything.

He'd already asked you a few times what you were doing, but you'd always managed to deflect the subject elegantly. Yet there's no stopping Miguel's determination and curiosity, least of all when the topic of conversation turns out to be you.

So he did something he wasn't particularly proud of, but couldn't resist: while you were out working, he asked Lyla where you were.

She'd given him an address, and some information about it...

"A club?" he'd asked, looking at the street information for the address. "A strip club," Lyla had corrected. "There's no mistake? Are you sure?" he'd questioned, taking a closer look at the establishment's hours and information. "Have you ever seen me calculate a lot of errors?" sighed the artificial intelligence.

Never. Hardly ever had he seen her fail in this area. Maybe you weren't really a dancer there, maybe you were a bartender, or a waitress, who knows. Only, the idea of seeing you wearing a fine outfit and swaying on a stage was strangely appealing to him.

Without missing a beat, he made his way to the address. It wasn't far, which surprised him as much as it reassured him. The very idea that your place of work wasn't far from home appealed to him, as it ensured that if you ever needed to be picked up for any reason, he'd be there.

He arrived at the entrance, breathing in, passed the bouncers who joked that with his build he could get into the business, and entered.

Blue light from two corner spotlights illuminated red velvet-covered staircases leading downwards. He moved forward, the mirrored walls reflecting him. The room's bass could already be heard from outside, but now he could hear the music more clearly.

You light up my dreams, light up my skin. You're so far away, you're holding it in.

The place was quite crowded, and Miguel noticed a fair number of men in suits and ties. He wouldn't have cared in any other context about the consumption habits of these men here, but suddenly the very idea that there were potentially regulars coming to see you displeased him enormously.

As for the place, it smelled of violets and lemongrass. The ceiling was high, revealing a second floor from which hung three chandeliers surrounded by red cubes.

Spotlights were placed here and there, illuminating the important places: the round tables, like the one next to Miguel on which two women on their knees were swaying, undressing each other under the watchful eyes of all the men around the table; the U-shaped bar, from either end of which women were dancing in wisps of sinuous white smoke; and pole-dancing pedestals on their red-lit floor that emphasized the curves of the dancers placed on them.

And he recognized one of the dancers: it was you.

It was an evening like any other, your garter belt was already generously stuffed with bills of various colors against your thigh and you'd already put on a private show. You were on the pole bar, dancing and undulating your body against it under the round, adoring eyes of your little audience.

You'd been in the business for a while now, and you'd managed to make more friends than enemies in the club, enough so that your colleagues became your buddies.

In fact, your friend right next to you softly called your name, and you turned to her as you danced.

"Did you see the one that just came in? He's huge," she pointed out, smiling at the customers around you. "And pretty good looking too."

As you continued your endless choreography, you glanced surreptitiously at the said customer. But your heart dropped into your stomach for a moment as you met Miguel's gaze.

You hesitated between freezing on the spot and running away, but instead tried to keep your cool and your professionalism and continue your dance until he arrived near the pedestal.

"This one," you pointed out to your friend, "is for me."

She gave a little laugh as you motioned for another dancer to take your place and gracefully stepped off your pedestal, advancing towards Miguel as you would a normal customer

"So this was where you were hiding?" asked Miguel a little above the music, tilting his head to the side as he looked you up and down.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, as inquisitive as you were nervous.

"Curiosity got the better of me, and I was right to give in to temptation."

He was watching your outfit, which emphasized your body, your curves highlighted by the glitter and rhinestones mixed with the laces. You were close to him, almost to the point where a simple movement on Miguel's part would allow your two bodies to meet.

"But I'd prefer to discuss this somewhere else...?" he says.

"I'm in the middle of working hours, but... how about a private show?" you offered, drawing even closer to him as your eyes seemed to him irresistible through your lashes.

He shuddered.

"I'd like that."

You smiled softly, taking his hand to guide him towards one of the Paradise Suites. You guided him a little further until you came to a door you knew well and opened it to let him in.

A round sofa circled a round table at its center, the latter illuminated in pink. A strip of light circled the sofa, another path laid out to encourage strippers to be creative and use the room as they saw fit. You weren't expecting to give Miguel a private show tonight, but fate had played a nice trick on you.

You guided him to the sofa, letting him settle there as you climbed up on the table, looking at him with eyes that were usually calculated to convey desire, but this time really felt it.

And he looked at you with, his were dark, pools of ink attentive to your every move.

"How long have you been doing this?" he'd ask, his attention unwavering.

"Five months," you toyed lightly with one of your shoulder straps as you let your other hand roam your body.

He was going to be able to ask you all the questions that came to mind, only if he didn't get too distracted by your beauty.

"Are you allowed to flirt?" he asked.

"Yes, I am." you replied, letting your hand slide down your chest.

"Do you have any regulars?" he leaned forward, his head tilted back to watch you dance.

"Yes, I do. Private clients as well." you turned, your back to him to loosen your corset behind your waist, undulating your body.

The idea that you had regular clients here wasn't disturbing, but the fact that you had private ones displeased him a little more, for the fact that your security was much less framed than it was here.

"I want names."

You let out a small laugh as you turned to face him again.

"You want to make me lose my job?" you knelt on the round table to get to his level.

"No, I want to replace them." he said, his eyes moving from yours to your fingers removing the first strap.

"I'm not allowed to have relationships outside of the club with clients," you countered, tracing the skin of your bare thigh sensually.

"And what do you usually do?" his chest puffed out as he inhaled, feeling a little hotter little by little.

"I dance, I talk, I laugh, I strip, and that is all." you confirmed as you removed the second strap, and with a simple movement unhooked the little clip between your breasts to reveal them.

His eyes were eager, watching your perfect breasts as he parted his lips, mouth agape.

"No touching?" he questioned, eyes still on your body.

"No touching, you can just slide the tips in the garter belt" you advised, your hand sliding against the latter where a few bills were lodged.

"What would happen if I touched you now?" he asked, moving a little closer to the edge of the sofa.

"I would like it," you said, shifting your legs over the front to stand up again on the table gently, "but the security cameras would notice, and probably get you out of here."

Miguel looked up, just above the table, on the ceiling, was a small half globe with a small point of red light.

"Pays well?

"Very well." you smiled, your hands playing dangerously with the string of your thong.

"How much will it cost me to be here with you?"

Miguel wasn't afraid of going broke here, especially for you, he was plenty rich enough for that.

"Depends on what you want." thinking that maybe Miguel didn't want to make you work right now, you got off the table and climbed onto the sofa and then its edge instead, sitting there.

"How high are the prices? I haven't seen the menu of services."

"Our VIP options can go up to 1500 dollars." you say wearily, pretending to walk your index and middle fingers in his direction on the strip of light.

"1500?" he almost exclaimed, raising his eyebrows.

"Mhm," you hummed, "two hours with two dancers and a bottle of Don Perignon."

He turned towards you, coming closer, his head level with your thigh as his eyes inevitably fell on the bills you'd been given.

"And what's the price if I only want you and nothing else with me?" he questioned as his gaze returned to yours.

"Here, from 80 dollars I can give you a 10-minute air dance." you said as you leaned towards him, your faces close but not yet touching. "Outside, nothing."

A small, proud smile appeared on his lips. However, you being far too hot and gorgeous, he was beginning to feel tight in his clothes, especially his pants.

"What time do you get off?" he asked, sitting up differently, your eyes falling on his crotch and smiling as you bit your lip.

"Five o'clock. Will you last until then?"

He sighed, his eyes falling on your lips, eager.

"I just don't know if I'll be able to keep my hands to myself."

You smiled, then straightened up, reaching for your top. But Miguel took his wallet out of his pocket and slipped a bill under your garter belt. To be deprived of a view like this? Never. You smile a little more, and sit back down on the table, kneeling upright to let him get a good look at you.

He leaned towards you again, intertwining his fingers as his gaze softened slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

You sighed, biting your cheek as you looked down at your hands carefully placed in your lap.

"I was scared," you admitted with a sigh. "Scared that this would end what we have."

You knew that not all men or simply partners were comfortable with their halves being strippers, and the idea that Miguel shared that opinion terrified you.

"Nena," he called your nickname.

Your head was still down, and you felt the soft sensation of money paper under your chin. Miguel straightened your jaw with a bill, bringing his eyes to yours.

"This isn't a problem to me." he smiled, lowering his hand to place the bill under the elastic of your belt. "This is actually really good."

Confusion seized you along with relief, causing you to frown while sporting a grin.

"Why?"

He tilted his head to one side, smiling proudly.

"I get the satisfaction for everyone to see how gorgeous you are, while being the only one who has the right to touch you."

You let out a small burst of voice somewhere between a laugh and a sigh, the relief of his answer washing over you like a wave of comfort.

After that, he'd deserved more than just a show.

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rntoshi · 11 months

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͏ ͏🔊 gepard landau (n): i caught feelings for a stripper.

/ • geppie makes his mother proud & spends his birthday at a gentleman’s club for the first time. he’s awkwardly charming.

similar: f reader, exotic dancer!reader, nudity, pining, 1.5k.

This wasn’t Gepard’s scene, anyone could tell simply by taking a look at his body language: tense shoulders, a firm hand on the glass that currently adorned a whiskey on the rocks, and an everlasting flush on his cheeks. Not from the alcohol but from the same he felt being in such a lewd place like this. His saccharine orbs seem so… bright and innocent compared to others. There’s almost a child-like wonder about him, something about him that feels incredibly naive— and yet it carries one of the biggest responsibilities in Belobog as the Silvermane Captain. It’s quite the paradox. The beloved Captain can lead thousands of men into war with monsters who have strength greater than any man, and yet here he is with sweat on the arch of his brow because he cannot look at the half nude women sashaying around him in the eye. Clumsy and awkward he is, like a golden retriever puppy.

But despite the shy protests that left his strawberry dusted, plump lips as his peers practically dragged him into the gentleman’s club— she had caught his eye.

The way he looks at her— it's taboo to say really but it's comparable to how a believer would look at an angel for the first time. Gepard doesn’t know what’s come over him but he cannot stop staring at the graceful beauty that was her body, angelic and dainty features that made up the composition of her face. God, it isn’t polite to stare— his mother and sister taught him well enough to know how to treat and respect women but here he was, ogling at the sweet faced angel on stage. With mouth slightly agape as he does so, he can’t help but to wonder about her. Who she was, where she came from..

It was amazing really; how she lured him in with only a mere glance and even then, who could have known that she had actually held eye contact with him and not someone else. Gepard found himself wanting to believe she looked at him. It would… make him feel special if she did. Ah, how silly was this predicament? Already finding himself getting wound up and thinking silly thoughts over a woman who he didn’t know, especially in a setting like this. Little did he know, his dear friends very well noticed how much of a liking he took to her— quickly finding her once she’d been done with her stage to ask if she’d been willing to grace their Captain with some one on one time. Of course, handing her a generous amount of cash before directing her to where Gepard had been blundering off.

“He’s cute..” She thinks to herself, watching him mindlessly fiddle with a slot machine in one of the more quiet corners of the venue.

Gepard would have never thought in a million years he’d ever find himself in a position such as this. Now looking directly down into her eyes as she looked up at him, painfully aware of her dainty hand reaching for his own.

“I hear you’re the birthday boy tonight.” She smiles as she takes his hand into her own— taking note of how long he stares at their now interlocked hands before he looks back at her. The blush on his cheeks was endearing to say the least.

“Yes,” He says. It’s simple and to the point, he has no clue what to say or do. It’s no real secret that he doesn’t have much experience talking to women with the exception of his family and coworkers— never in a remotely intimate setting.

“Come on,” (Name) says softly as she gently guides him towards where the private rooms were. “Follow me, sweet face.”

“Do you.. do this often?” Gepard’s eyes very leave her own despite how she slowly slides off the straps of her bra— her hips moving in a hypnotic pattern to the sensual beat of the music as she does so. She’s beautiful but it's the kind of beauty that strikes someone in awe, a divine feminity that lures men, women and children alike.

“Do what?” There’s a small grin playing on her lips as she challenges him, she’s clearly amused and quite curious about how he’ll word his next choice of words. (Name) is fully aware of what he’s trying to get at, but she’s having too much fun seeing him squirm.

“…” Gepard looks embarrassed, almost like he doesn’t want to say the wrong thing or something offensive. It’s cute, really. She’ll save him the trouble though and stop giving him a little grief.

“Yes, I do.” (Name) answers. “Most nights.”

“I see..” Geprard trails off, averting his eyes from hers for a moment. He just can’t seem to bring himself to say it. “You’re beautiful.” It’s at the tip of his tongue threatening to spill like the most intense case of word vomit— it's simple enough so why can’t he tell her? It feels like some form of stage fright with the way he just freezes. There’s so much going through his mind and nothing at all, all at the same time.

(Name) finds herself sitting in his lap with her back facing him as she skillfully grinds her hips into his while she unclasped her frilly bra from behind. She’s quick to discard the garment with a little toss in front of her, smiling as she noticed how tightly he was grabbing the sides of the velvet couch from her peripherals.

“You can touch me, you know.” A soft smile graces her glossy lips as she gently grabs a hold of his wrists, placing his hands on the skin of her hips. “Are you comfortable with that?” Her voice is akin to a chirp— a short and high pitch cadence that’s sweet to the ears.

“Yes,” His replies are dry and he’s aware of that but more importantly, she doesn’t seem to mind much to his relief. It’s not that he’s trying to be curt— he’s just nervous. He’d be relieved to know that his replies being dry are the last thing of her worries. In fact, she thinks that he’s quite polite which is a rare commodity working in this industry. Not to mention, he’s very attractive— which is another luxury within itself.

“Are.. are you okay with this?” He asks, his brows raising slightly. Despite her initiative, he didn’t want her to feel like she was obligated to do anything she didn’t want to do or felt like she had to do. Gepard had a heart of gold and it showed itself through not only his actions but his way of thinking.

“Of course.” God, she’s sweet— he felt his heart jumping out of his chest. Is this what the guys called “whipped?” No, no, that’s far more outdated. He believes they’re saying “simping” now. How odd.

“I apologize… my palms are quite sweaty.” Gepard says.

“Nervous?” (Name) looks over her shoulder at him for a moment.

“Mm.” He nods his head a single time to confirm before she speaks again,

“We can always have a conversation, if that’ll help ease your mind.” She suggests, now turning around to straddle his waist, pressing her bare chest against him. They meet eyes and there’s a small moment of silence as they look at each other— he seems as though he’s trying to figure out what to say all while in some sort of dream gaze while she has that little smile on her lips. Her head is tilted slightly as her hands rest on the broadness of his shoulders.

“What’s your name?” He asks. The question is sudden enough to elicit an interesting reaction from her— his brows furrowed in a confused little furrow as he hears her delightful giggle. She seems surprised at his question but he’s not sure why or what’s so funny about the question. It’s definitely forward, she’d give him that.

“It’s (Stage Name).” She answers— it’s not a lie but it's almost like she’s certain that it’s not the answer he wanted to hear.

“No..” He says, a soft discontentment behind his tone. “Your real name..” Gepard’s eyes look as if they’re pleading, eager to know the name of the woman responsible for the heart pounding against his ribcage.

Poor thing, he’s not quite aware that stage name’s are in place for a reason but she holds no ill reaction when he presses. Maybe she feels intrigued herself, not fully opposed to the handsome stranger knowing her real name. There’s something about him that she’s attracted to— perhaps it's his awkwardness. It’s oddly charming.

Gepard always found himself predicting that he’d marry a nice girl from Overworld when the time permitted— maybe he’d meet her at the flower shop or a cafe and they would hit it off. One date leads to two and two leads to three— a beautiful relationship blossoming like tulips during the first sign of Spring. Interesting how things seem to play out, especially now as he’s developing a very real crush on a stripper from the Underworld. Jesus, what would mother think?

“Looks like our time’s up, blondie.” (Name) whispers against the lobe of his ear. “Visit me often, okay?”

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Can you make a request about Y/N on Brits with Harry? she is also being nominated for several categories and the two get drunk during the awards and have to go on stage even though they are drunk.

on a roll because i don't want to watch the superbowl😂

this is a platonic best friend fic!

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“Drink up, bitch, we’re getting shit faced tonight.”

Not even questioning it, Harry took the shot glass you slid his way, clinking it against yours before tossing it back. “One more,” he said, and you were more than happy to oblige.

Even though you were both nominated tonight, and even though both of you would be in front of a camera at one point or another, you still planned on getting drunk as if you were at Harry’s place instead of Wembley Stadium. Because if there was one thing you and Harry could count on, it was having an excellent time together.

You’d known Harry for years, had grown up in the industry together. He was a good friend to you over the years, perhaps even your best friend. You listened to each other’s music to give feedback, you went to each other’s shows whenever your schedules allowed, but most importantly, you made award shows like the Brits your bitch.

As Harry won each of his awards tonight, you cheered loudly from your table, and when he stumbled onto the stage and basically tried to flirt with anyone with a pulse, you were there to film all of it.

The after party was no different.

You’d caught wind that Harry gave some bullshit response in an interview that he was possibly only going to have one drink to celebrate, but not on your watch.

“Oi! Y/n! Quit flirting and get your ass over here so we can dance!” Harry practically shouted across the club you and a couple of friends decided on after the Brits. He’d disappeared on you, but of course he got jealous when you talk to someone else.

“Your boyfriend?” the guy you’d been speaking with asked.

“I will have you know, that I am Y/n’s best friend,” Harry replied, appearing from behind you. His hair was thoroughly mussed, and you were pretty sure there was a hickey on his collar bone. You raised your eyebrows at him, but he pointedly ignored it. “And I am in need of my best friend’s assistance, so if you will excuse us.”

Harry pulled you away from the guy and toward the dance floor, where he immediately spun you around. He wasn’t the best dancer you knew, but what he lacked in rhythm and coordination, he made up for in enthusiasm. And Harry was most certainly energetic at the moment.

“You gonna tell me about this?” you asked, poking the hickey on his skin.

Harry shook his head. “I don’t kiss and tell.”

“Liar!” you said, playfully pushing his shoulder. Harry giggled like a schoolgirl to you whenever he hooked up with someone. “They’re either super famous or you’re too embarrassed to say, which is it?”

Harry pretended to zip his lips with his fingers, and you decided to let the subject go. For now. You’f get it out of him eventually.

“I’m proud of you, by the way,” you told him, leaning in close so he could hear you. “This was your year, Sue. I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks. I feel like I should be a tiny bit humble because I beat you, but...” Harry shrugged.

You knew he was joking. Both of you had worked extremely hard this year, but when Harry’s name was announced for the category you were both in, all you felt was immense joy for your best friend. Still you smirked and threw your arm around his shoulder. “Just wait til next year. You won’t know what hit you.”

“Now that I believe.”

You led Harry back toward the bar for another drink, though you could tell it was about time for the two of you to get home.

“I might need to crash at your place,” Harry muttered.

“Fine, but breakfast is on you,” you said.

Harry pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek, which you promptly wiped away. “Deal.”

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AITAH For accusing my former best friend of trying to break up my relationship, and promptly ending our thirteen-year long friendship?

Posted 18th of May, 2021

I (18 M) need some outside opinions.

Background information. I have been best friends with Pow (18 F) since we were six, I first met her when my Godfather Benny introduced me to his best friend's newly adopted daughters. Both girls had been in the foster system for nearly a year after their parents died, and were lucky enough to get adopted out by their Godfather Van after he was able to track them down and prove to the courts and children's services that he was a safe option.

At first, I was a little intimidated by the older sister, we'll call her Daisy (she's named after a flower and I don't think she'll appreciate me using her real name) because she seemed angry at everyone but quickly put on a friendlier face when she saw how nervous I was.

When I saw Pow, I felt an instant attraction to her (not romantically, I was just interested in how pretty her blue hair was) and ended up spending our first encounter trying to get her to open up and talk to me. She was traumatized by the past year and had turned silent as a result. I felt so proud when I finally got her to smile and giggle, we became thick as thieves afterward, she was my best friend.

We shared everything together, our interest in academics, such as art, mathematics, video games, dancing, robotics, computers, and later DND.

There were some things we did separately. Pow competed in gymnastics, and I would take part in skateboarding competitions. And without fail always came to each other's thing to show our support.

Pow had some difficulties with her older brother Lo (fake name), he constantly took his frustrations out on her and everyone pretty much gave up on him ever getting a clue and stopping. So, we all tried to get Pow to stand up for herself, we figured if she stood up to her "bully" then he would learn to back off. However, Pow was a shy one and never spoke up for herself. As a result, she was hesitant around others and had difficulty making any friends outside of myself.

This became more apparent once we got to high school. We had a few classes away from each other and in these classes, I made some new friends, from there I got convinced to join the basketball team when some of my new friends told me it could help with my college perspectives. In lieu I convinced Pow to try out for the cheerleading squad, as per my new friends' advice, I made it onto the basketball team but Pow didn't make it onto the squad which I was surprised by because she's a pretty decent dancer.

Because I was on the basketball team, I wasn't able to participate in most of the same clubs as Pow and ended up moving on from these interests to focus more on my future, which is understandable because I can't spend every day playing make-believe anymore.

Pow was set in her ways however and seemed to want to continue playing make-believe and seemed determined to hate my new friends. She constantly avoided them and would rather sit alone during lunch than hang around me when they were around, she would always get a sour look on her face whenever they were around me (which was a lot of the time) and would decline invitations to hang out with them, she made no effort to get to know them properly and this hurt. But I still persisted with our friendship because, despite everything, I do care for her.

And then I met my now GF Kara (not her real name), Kara is sweet and funny, she writes me poems and little love notes with cute little love hearts and takes her academic future seriously. She has been trying to convince me that my friendship with Pow is toxic and understands why I couldn't just end the friendship but says that I wouldn't be the bad guy if I did.

I would get uncomfortable whenever she brought this up, but more and more recently I began to see things from Kara's perspective, albeit guiltily. I brought up my concerns with Daisy and her GF, and they were convinced that Pow is probably a bit possessive considering their own problems with her. Pow hates Cat (the GF) and even made her cry after Cat made an offhanded comment about law enforcement that seemed to trigger her. Daisy promised to speak to Pow about everything after everything between them had cooled down, she and Daisy got into a massive blowup about making Cat cry, something that Cat was feeling seriously guilty about.

So, when, three days after Kara and I decided to become official, Pow pulled me aside during lunch and confessed that she "loved me" and didn't want to just be friends anymore. I lost it.

I actually shouted at her in the middle of the lunch crowd and shamed her in front of the whole school. I called her a "possessive psychopath" who can't let anyone be happy, she pretended to look confused and asked what I was talking about, and I reminded her I was in a relationship as in I have a girlfriend. She managed to conjure up some tears and said that she didn't know, but I wasn't falling for it. I flat out, told her that I was done with her and this "friendship" and left her standing there.

At the time I couldn't feel anything but angry, and vindicated. My friends were laughing and joking about the situation, and Kara was super cuddly with me and kept asking me if I was okay and saying that I didn't do anything that wasn't due.

But now I'm questioning myself, with the anger cooled off. All I can see is Pow's sad doe-eyed look and the sound of the rest of the school snickering at her. She didn't turn up for classes for the rest of the day, and on my way home I heard a group of girls sl** shaming her.

Zer, my one new friend that Pow actually gets along with, called me an AH, and she thought I was a better person than that, and that she was now reconsidering her friendship with me.

So, Reddit. AITAH for ending a toxic relationship?

(This is a fanfic, please read tags)

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Minato and Kotone Lore 👁️👁️

Both born on January 8th, 1992

Parents names were Mei and Kaito Arisato

Moved from relative to relative after their parent’s deaths, but stuck with their Grandma in Yasoinaba when they moved with her in 2005

Mei was a dancer, Kaito was a music producer, so naturally they both ended up loving music

Were given their MP3’s the day that the accident happened

Only Minato went to Iwatodai, Kotone wasn’t interested and told him to go himself. It took a LOT of convincing but he left. Ko instead stayed with their grandma and has been studying to go into nursing school so she can be a care assistant for the elderly cus of it!! Kotone does visit Iwatodai occasionally and stays at the dorm (and since she is a Persona user, they let her come with to Tarty expeditions.

Since Minato came back to Iwatodai, he has not stepped on the Moonlight Bridge once (until the last shadow happened) Kotone just so happened to be there visiting when the mission happened and had tagged along to join the fight. Minato had a breakdown when they got there and Kotone had stepped up to be the leader (Fuuka stayed with Minato!)

They’re total opposites, but they complete each other in the things they lack

Minato

He was born first by 5 and a half minutes and teased Kotone relentlessly about it (not so much anymore)

He is really shy with new people, so much so he’ll go completely mute, but once he warms up to someone, he’ll be more expressive and open.

Kotone is the only person who’s seen his true self (before SEES came along at least)

He’s always been at Kotone’s side, so when he left for Iwatodai alone, he felt empty, and wouldn’t really interact with any of SEES outside of missions until after the Priestess mission.

He likes to collect CDs and manga

In track and photography club

insanely socially awkward someone save this man

tends to speak before he thinks, so he unintentionally upsets people and doesn’t realize

Gets embarrassed easily lol

Owns a guitar but sucks at playing it

He also writes lyrics!!!!

He bought his first keyboard after getting a lot of money from Tartarus. He’s been getting into making music just like his dad did !!!

Listens to a little bit of everything, but really likes metal and late 90’s-early 00’s rap

He listens to his dad’s CDs and his mom’s VHS tapes of her dancing all the time just see her face and hear his voice…He’s scared that he’ll burn them out lol Kotone can’t stand to watch and lister to them because she’ll start to cry and she hates crying

He’s really good at dancing thanks to his mom, and even took ballet when he was younger.

He’s in love with Fuuka!!!!!!( sorry not sorry!!! lmao)

He’s dated both a guy and a woman in the past. He’s biromantic and demisexual.

Kotone

She gets hyper easily and it made it hard for her to get friends early on, but she always had Minato so she was okay with it.

While she loves music, she’s never really wanted to compose or dance, she just loves listening to music.

Took a couple ballet lessons with Minato, but she didn’t like it so she quit. She did go watch him though!! Instead she started martial arts classes. she graduated with a black belt~

She uses a Naginata in battle, but she also uses her martial arts skills to beat shadow ass!!!! (Minato is so proud of his sister!!!!!)

Is a force to be reckoned with in Tartarus.. Minato was scared to let her join during her first trip to Tartarus, but after watching her stagger the Reaper in one punch (haha get it), he decided she’s just fine

She LOVES horror movies, much to Minato’s dismay (he…. doesn’t prefer them he‘ll but we all know he’s scared of them)

Always was the one to stand up for Minato since he never talked to anyone but his family. He would just sit there and take the bullying and Kotone was not having it!!!

When Kotone is home in Yasoinaba, she attends Yasogami high and works part-time as a tutor and at the Amagi Inn. She tends to spend time with the owner’s daughter and help her in her studys!!!!

She takes care of all the Inaba cats and updates Minato on the additions to their family everyday. (“Minty!! say hello to your new niece!” “My 17th niece.. Ko, you need to bring them here.” “Oh my god YES!!!”)

Kotone’s in drama club, but no sports clubs.

Ropes Minato into helping her practice lines cus secretly, he’s a really good actor too

She loves Tuxedo Sam, has a huge collection of Sam plushies (Minato won her a HUGE plush at a festival when they were 15)

also has a lot of plushies and squishmellows

pansexual club!!

Kotone falls in love too easily, and her crush changes like every week, but she never acts out on it cus she’s super nervous. (“OH MY GOD MINTY GUESS WHO I LIKE” “Who is it this time? Kanjiro-San, Chiko-Chan.. Ohh, or maybe do you like Karina-chan again?” “NO!!! ….It’s Tomo-kun…” “Oh, good luck.”) She’s never gone out with anyone cus of her shyness, but she’s also scared that she’ll fall in love with someone else during a relationship. She has gone on dates, but never made anything official.

On that note, Ko is a super flirty person! Max level rizz for sure

She loves hanging out with Ken!!! They learned that they both love Neo Featherman and talk about it all the time!!! She feels like she has a little brother and is happy she can be a big sister for once!!

She also loves her Junjun!!! They became super fast best friends, and she even helps Junpei with planning dates for him and Chidori!! Best wingwoman!!

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queen-of-the-avengers · 6 months

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Wasted Potential

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stripper!Reader

Word Count: ~1.1k

Warnings: dirty men eyes, being embarrassed by stripping

Request by anon: Could I request bucky barnes x reader who's like angel Salvador (the girl with bug wings from xmen) just fluff maybe she's insecure about her power? :3 <3

Summary: You work as a stripper who can do so much more if you want to. You have powers that you'd love to show off but can't because you were always told to conceal them. One day, Bucky comes into your club and you don't handle it well.

Squares Filled: kink: legs (2020) for @buckybarnesbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

You stare at yourself in the mirror debating whether or not you want to continue this job. It pays very well and gets you out of debt but you hate the way it makes you feel about not only yourself but about the other people you work with. There is a whole side to yourself that you have to keep hidden, and this job forces that part of yourself deep down inside of you.

You turn to examine the outfit they forced you into and notice the wings on your back. They are tattooed on for the time being but they are beautiful. Oh, how you wish to bring them out. Customers seem to love the look of them which is why you wear stuff that shows off your back. Your entire body is on display for people to look at but they always gravitate toward the wings.

“Angel, are you ready?” your manager asks.

“I guess,” you say and fix your lipstick.

“We got a large crowd today. Make me proud,” he grins.

You choose not to comment on that. You’d love nothing more than to punch him in his face and give him a taste of his medicine but you force that side of you down. You walk out of the dressing room and onto the main room where there are hundreds of hungry eyes devouring you. Thankfully, the manager of the place doesn't let the men touch you or the other girls.

The music starts playing so you begin your planned dance. You’ve got this beat down like the back of your hand at this point, but it still gets the same praise from the first time you performed it. You hook your leg over the pole in the middle of the stage and swing around it before dipping down. Whistles sound from all over the room but you focus on the bright lights to distract yourself.

You don’t like to look in the crowd because the men who watch you are predators. They think all women are beneath them and you can usually tell who has bad intentions with the way they’re looking at you. However, this time, you scan the crowd. Most of the men are wearing fake suits to look expensive while some of them are silent partners. They’re the ones who sit in the corner, drink their bottom-shelf whiskey, and just enjoy the show.

There is one person in particular that catches your eye. Someone you know and work with. That’s been your fear while working in the entertainment industry. You’ll be doing a dance seductively and end up seeing someone you know in the crowd. However, this person isn’t just a person you know… he’s your crush.

Bucky Barnes. What the hell is he doing here? You’re going to be sick. You have to remain professional and finish your dance without letting Bucky mess you up. He knew you worked as a stripper and a dancer but he never really saw you in action. He respected your privacy too much to watch you while you’re at work. However, there is a mission and he was sent to come grab you.

Even if you weren't a stripper, he still thought you were the most beautiful girl in the world. He loves the way your body is shaped and the kind of personality you have. The best part of your body is your legs. He has a weakness for women’s legs, and yours is no exception. He tries not to let his mind wander to what could happen if he allows himself to enjoy this so he quickly looks away from you to give you some sort of privacy.

As soon as your dance is done, you quickly leave the stage and go back to the dressing room. You bypass the vanity and straight to the trash can. You grab it and immediately throw up into it from nerves and shock. Your spit dissolves the bottom of the trash can so that the contents spill out of it and onto the floor.

“Shit,” you gasp and look around the room for something to clean it up.

Not only do you have magical wings you can sear onto your back like a tattoo, but you have acid saliva. Most days you can control the acidity of it but when you’re highly nervous and in a panic, you can’t control it. You can still do other things like kissing and such since you can control your acid to make it so that it’s not lethal or dangerous to humans at all.

Bucky follows you backstage and notices you in the corner trying to clean your mess. He sees the wings on your back and wishes they were out. He loves the sight of your wings. They look like an insect’s wings but you make it work. He sees your robe hanging on the coat hanger next to the door and grabs it to cover you up.

You get up and turn but jump when you see Bucky standing in the doorway. You use your hands to try and cover yourself but it’s not working.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there,” you stutter.

“Here,” he offers and wraps the robe around your body.

“Thanks,” you whisper and pull it tight against your body. “What are you doing here?”

“Steve asked me to bring you in.”

“Oh. He could have called,” you say and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“Not where he is, no. I’m sorry for barging in on you but I wouldn’t have unless it was important.”

“Right. Um, what’s the mission?”

“I’ll tell you on the way.”

“Let me get dressed.”

Bucky turns to leave the dressing room to give you some privacy but stops at the door.

“When are you going to quit your job? You didn’t look happy up there.”

“What else am I gonna do? My powers get me in trouble. Men seem to love my tattoo and my manager says I wouldn't fit in anywhere else.”

“I know this isn’t my place, and feel free to tell me to fuck off, but what he says is complete bullshit. Tony has a facility. He’ll help you control your powers. I, for one, think that your wings are better out than hidden. We’ll take care of you. I’d hate to see you waste your life away here. You’ve got a beautiful one and this place isn’t helping you.”

With that, he leaves. Your cheeks heat up and a smile works its way onto your face. Your tattoo magically comes to life and your wings manifest as real ones attached to your back. They flutter happily and you chuckle at their enthusiasm.

“Okay, calm down. Maybe he does have a point.”

Maybe Bucky has a point. You’re miserable here whether you make good money or not. It’s time to let your wings free and soar to your highest potential.

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year

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Agent Rushmore (CH 3)

Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 1374

Warnings: Mild language, violence, gore, guns, fluff, smut, angst, PTSD, graphic scenes, blood…

Prompt: Special Agent Locklyn Rushmore, a highly trained Russian assassin who is skilled in all forms of hand-to-hand combat, weaponry, negotiating, and more. When her cover is blown, she is returning back to NCIS headquarters in D.C…

Jethro Gibbs POV

I watch her as she walks around the room. I could tell she was on edge and anxious. She was lost in thought and I didn’t miss my team giving me a look. They thought she was suspicious. I shake my head at them. She wasn’t. She was scared.

“The Dixen family is one of power, greed and death. They are a mafia family, one that has been going for five generations. The longest family mafia to continue. They use to be at the bottom of the food chain, but they soon were at the top. They still are. Their name and their power should be enough to scare you away.” She starts.

“It didn’t scare you away.” Ducky says.

“Because no one would take that case and I thought, what do I have to live for. If this went sideways of course. And it has. But, I realized how terrible this family is. And I couldn’t die. No…they need to be taken down.” She says.

“What changed?” Tim asks.

“I went undercover five years ago. I look younger than I am. I became twenty-two year old, Svetlana Yákov. I was to work as an exotic dancer in one of the clubs they owned. I did for two weeks. That was when the eldest brother noticed me, Kenzo Dixen. He prefers his women fiesty, curvy, and red-headed. I fit the description. His other two brothers, Kayvon and Kazor Dixen, weren’t so fond of me in the beginning. They were suspicious of me and I really thought my cover would have been blown then.” She explains, still pacing the room.

“Oh Locklyn.” Ducky murmurs.

“In due time, I became Kenzo’s fiancé. I was thankful how quick things moved because it meant I was trusted and soon I was sitting in on meetings. They spoke so freely in front of me. Occasionally, they’d ask my opinion.” She says.

“And you’d say what?” I ask.

“At first, I played dumb. They’d laugh and joke around how I was a woman with no brains. I was eavesdropping one day and Kenzo’s father, Kyler, wanted him to break the engagement off. He said I was a good for nothing whore with no brains. In fact, he said I was worse than a blonde. I managed to get in contact with Director Shepard and she told me to put my brain to work. Go with my gut. Go deeper into Svetlana’s cover and not my own identity. I was mixing the two, I was aware and as was she. I feared I’d lose myself to my undercover identity.” She says.

“So?” Tony asks, very intrigued by the story.

“They were having trouble with a drug op. As much as I hated assisting in them smuggling drugs through airlines to get to Europe, I did. Director Shepard was aware and she helped make it happen. We just had airline security play dumb. That was when the family finally realized that I may be a good wife to Kenzo. It went like that, them asking for ideas. Thankfully, Kenzo decided he liked to run things. He was happy I showed his family I was someone with brains, but he felt threatened. So, he had me stand down and keep my silence. In fact, after the whole op went the way they wanted and his family was quite proud of me. He was angry. He liked to be the top-dog. He likes to be prided. So, I faced a beating for that. I took it, not wanting my cover to be blown.” She explains.

“Lock…” Jen murmurs.

“I worked hard. Trying to be feisty, yet obedient. I didn’t want to step on his toes too much and he kill me. So, I did my best. I listened, I got pictures, I witnessed murders and got more beatings throughout the years. But, I got the call that we had enough to bring the Dixen family down for good. Everything was going to plan until they got a federal agent on their side. He got promoted within the past three years. However, all along he was with them—before I went undercover. So, the federal agent wasn’t sure who was undercover and where they were in the family.” She explains.

“Narrows it down to ten people.” Jen says, laying out ten pictures.

“The family drifted and fought and accused anyone including blood. It was a mess. Everyone there was on edge. Director Shepard was trying to pull me out when the federal agent figured out who I was. I was packing my stuff and was about to flee. However, they already got the information that Svetlana wasn’t who she said she was. She was the mole. As you know, mafias and moles never go hand-in-hand. I left as quick as I could. I’ve spent months trying to lose them whilst trying to get back here. But, they’ve always known where I am and I can’t figure it out. I’m an ex-Russian assassin and spy and I can’t lose a few mudaka’s.” She says.

“Huh?” Tony asks and I slap him in the back of the head.

“You have a whole mafia after you, not a few assholes. You can’t blame yourself.” Jen says.

“Lock, lay there.” Ducky says.

She sighs, doing as told. He grabs the X-Ray machine and steps back with us. We watch and wait.

“Right here.” He says when he’s studying the scan.

My eyes wandered over some of the bones that didn’t heal quite right or the ones she’s recently injured before reaching the thing he was pointing at. In her arm.

“I was shot there but they got the bullet out.” She says.

“And put a tracker in you.” Jen says.

“Ducky, get it out.” She says quietly.

Ducky gives her a pitiful look, grabbing a pair of gloves. She sits, putting her arm on the table and I see the white star shaped scar from a bullet. Ducky makes a cut, grabbing tweezers and pulling out a small little tracker. Next thing I know, Locklyn had her boot off and was smashing it.

“I think you got it, Lock. You wouldn’t of known if it weren’t been for the scan. This isn’t your fault.” Jen says.

“It is Jen! It is my fault. I trained! For years, I trained. Unwilling or not, it’s who I am today. I trained for this and how did I miss them putting a damn tracker in me. This one little slip-up has costed people their lives because they want me dead. I should’ve known it was a tracker when I knew they kept following me. I’m a fool! I made a mess, Jen. This is my mess and I need to clean it up. Give me clearance to be who I was before I became a federal agent.” She says.

“No. You almost lost yourself to that part of you. I’m not going to lose you again. You are my family, Locklyn. Those bastards will pay and they will pay with a life behind bars. You will not get an clearance to be who you once were. You aren’t Locklia Rashmor…you are Locklyn Rushmore and you are a federal agent with the biggest heart I know. Your not alone anymore. You have a team.” She says, grabbing Locklyns shoulders.

“I don’t want anyone else getting hurt. This isn’t their fight.” She says quietly.

“I think your underestimating your team, Agent.” Tony says.

She looks over and I study her. The look of vulnerability in her eyes was one I found myself familiar with. She’s been alone all those years undercover with no one to turn to and now, she’s returned. She’s in a war between herself and her undercover self.

“We are a team. A family. And you are apart of this team…this family. We fight together, not alone. We have each others backs.” Ziva says.

“You got that right, Ziva. Have you been practicing your idioms?” Tony asks.

Ziva looks at me and I roll my eyes, smiling slightly as I smack the back DiNozzo’s head. He whines, grabbing the back of it as he looks at me.

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barbasbodaciousbeard · 10 months

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All That Happened

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x OC

Gwen Brooks was paying for school by dancing at the club, and one night, Daryl Dixon found himself there trying to keep his brother in line. When her car won't start, the two find out they might just be the company the other needs.

“You got a lighter?”

Daryl turned to look at the little blonde dancer his brother had been harassing standing beside him with an unlit cigarette between her lips. She looked so young and so tired as she took the offered plastic bic.

“Thanks,” she murmured, lighting up and leaning back against the wall. The thick jacket was wrapped around her frame, and he thought she looked much less content with being here than her coworkers did.

“You ain’t cold?”

“Am. But ain’t out here long.”

“Sorry ‘bout my brother.”

“He ain’t the only creep.”

“Still.”

“Thanks,” she finally said after a long pause. “You don’t seem like ya like being here.”

“Don’t.”

“Then why are you here?”

“Merle. Make him act better.”

“That’s better?”

“You new?” She nodded. “Don’t go near him.”

“You tellin’ me what to do now? I work here.”

“He don’t go to the back rooms and he don’t tip good. You ain’t got tracks. That’s what he tips with.”

“Oh.”

“Name’s Daryl.”

“Gwen.”

“Thought it was Ruby.” Gwen almost thought he was smirking as he ground the cigarette butt into the asphalt.

“Don’t tell.” She was smiling up at him now, and he suddenly realized she was definitely half of his age.

“Won’t tell.”

“See you in there?”

“Til Merle’s ready to go.” She nodded, and he went back into the club, dropping into the seat at Merle’s table. He already regretted coming back in, and when he saw Gwen on the floor, Daryl looked away. She thought that would bother her more, but he avoided looking at most of the dancers anywhere but the eyes. Merle was still there when her shift ended, and Gwen changed into jeans and an old flannel when the time came to go to her car.

When she tried to start the car, it didn’t, and immediately panic set in. She tried again and again, her hands coming down on the steering wheel again and again when she realized it wouldn’t start. It was the last straw of a long day. Her final in her science class hadn’t gone well that day, and then the way Daryl’s brother had cornered her earlier had shaken her. She hadn’t been working at the strip club long, and she’d been sheltered from the worst of the creeps. Alice had been gone that night, and that gave time for Merle to catch her in a corner. All she wanted was to go home and rest. It didn’t help that this would be her first Christmas without her family.

Her father was a pastor, and a parishioner had come into the club and told him how she was playing for school now. He was already not happy she was in school at all. She’d been raised in a loving but traditional family. Instead of being proud she was getting a degree, her father was disappointed she wasn’t more focused on starting a family and settling down. To him, a degree was a waste because she wouldn’t be looking for jobs. And now that he knew about the club, he didn’t even speak to her. The car refusing to start was the final straw, and she started to cry, hard heaving sobs that made her forget the window was still cracked.

“This cause of Merle?” asked a gruff voice from outside her window. She didn’t answer, but she did look towards him and started trying to breathe and calm herself. Daryl wasn’t good at this. Any of it. He didn’t like talking to strangers or risking making women feel uncomfortable, but she was so obviously hurting. Daryl knew what it was like to have everything go wrong in a day, and he didn’t know if she had anyone. He knew even better what it was like to feel everything was going wrong and not have anyone to tell. “I’m gonna open this door, okay?”

He opened the car door, kneeling. Wasn’t that what you did to make people feel more comfortable? He was careful to not box her in. She could push him over, and he thought that should be good. Should make her feel safe. He hoped he was right. Gwen was taking deep practiced breaths now.

“That’s it, girl. Breathe.”

“Sorry,” she managed to choke out.

“Ain’t got shit to be sorry for.” She was embarrassed, looking at the edge of her door and worrying her lip with her teeth. “Car ain’t startin’?”

“That’s the latest.”

“Good thing ‘m a mechanic. Try and start it.” It just clicked, and he nodded before reaching by her leg and popping the hood. She stared where she knew he was as though she could see him through the open hood. He came back around and dropped down again.

“How bad is it, doc?” He huffed what she decided to believe was a laugh.

“Wiring probably just ain’t good on the starter. Coolant hose might be bad and have dripped into it. Can fix either one. Got one of these out back at the shop I can the part from.”

“How much that gonna run me?”

“Labor’s free. Part’s free. Tow’s gonna be free.”

“That’s so much,” Gwen said softly. “You ain’t gotta do that. I can figure something out.”

“No. It’s free. You pay me and next time ‘m here, you’ll get it back.”

“Can I make ya banana bread?” That huff was definitely a laugh.

“Y’can make me banana bread. Merle left. You need a ride home?”

“I can walk. You ain’t-” He lifted a brow, and she turned pink. “I need a ride.”

“Atta girl. C’mon.”

She got her bags out of the car, loading them into his truck. Her keychain had a Georgia State University logo, and the little drawstring bag that had her cash from the night was one of those bags people gave away for free. He couldn’t read well, but elementary stood out under the same logo. Was she going to be a teacher?

“Thanks, Daryl,” she said softly.

“Ain’t a problem. My guy’s gonna tow it in the mornin’. I’ll call ya when I know what’s happening. Come get y’when it’s ready.”

It was quiet as they drove, and when they parked outside her house, she wrote down her number, handing it to him with her address. Daryl froze when she hugged him before getting out of the car.

“I’ll see you when it’s ready. Thanks for bein’ my hero tonight.” He huffed and she swore his cheeks turned pink.

“Ain’t an asshole. All that happened.”

#daryl dixon x oc #daryl dixon x reader #twd

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streets-in-paradise · 8 months

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Doin'the Barbie - Andy Barclay x (Fem)Reader

Warnings: Andy catches the reader trying on a Barbie costume and feels weirdly attracted. Expect some doll brand references. (The title for this comes from the song in the cassette included with 1989's Dance Club Barbie)

Summary: Andy accidentally discovers the surprise you are planning for your goddaughter's birthday party and feels conflicted about it.

Tags: @losersclubisms ( I posted it only just so you could see it because i have the feeling that you may like it)

The doorbell rang and you answered without second thoughts. Caught up as you were in the practice of your performance knowing you weren't expecting any visits, you would have never imagined to find your boyfriend waiting at the other side.

Andy surprised you as much as the situation he stumbled on surprised him. There was 80 funky music playing before you opened the door for him and he found you dressed in a strange outfit that screamed 80's.

A thight black crop top with one of the short sleeves falling at the side of your arm and three fluorescent roses in the chest combined with a bright pink Madonna - like short riffled skirt. It suited you wonderfully, but you looked to him like a very beautifull time traveller.

" Am I interrupting something? I'm sorry. I know I should have called, but before that even occured to me I was already on the way. "

You gave him a peck on the lips and invited him to sit on your couch.

" How can i blame you for missing me? I miss you all the time. I only wish you wouldn't have to see this, but I'm going to change real quick."

" You look amazing… Mind to explain? All of this is odd enough to make me curious, but I am not complaining. "

You wished you could just change clothes and ignore the topic because you were almost sure it was a conversation he wouldn't want to have.

" My goddaughter's birthday it's coming up and i am preparing for my role in the party. I know that sort of stuff is triggering for you, so we can skip it and that would be perfectly fine. "

He knew about her, the little girl was your best friend's daughter. A year after you both started dating the father abandoned the family and since then you have been more present than ever in the kid's life to cover up for the struggling mother in all the things surpassing her limitations. It almost made him consider leaving you despite you both were already so in love. He was worried for the kid and for you, fearing Chucky would get in the middle and ruin your lives. It wasn't easy for him to stay calm, since you pretty much had become to that kid what Aunt Maggie was once for him.

Still, he was so proud of you because you were damn awesome in that role.

" I don't mind hearing if you want to tell me. I promise I will let you know if it's getting uncomfortable for me."

" Well, she loves Barbie. Some time ago i gave her all my old Barbies and turns out my old favorite is also hers. I'm already giving her a brand new Barbie as a gift, but that's not the end of it. I have been preparing myself for months because i'm going to act as Barbie for her and her little friends at the party. "

You stood up in front of him, model posing pridefully.

" I'm Dance Club Barbie: hottest tv dancer coming with her own cassette of original songs. " You introduced yourself like if you were a doll in a commercial. " The party is going to have a mix of themes between Barbie and Stranger Things, so i'm going to lead the entertainment as the best dancer Barbie of the 80's. I recreated the outfit all by myself. "

He was a bit weirded, but it was more of himself than of you in particular. You were ríght assuming it was the kind of thing he would hate, but he didn't seem to loathe it on you.

" I can't argue with a pretty doll. What are you going to do? Dance, then fight demogorgons with a baseball bat? "

It made you chuckle, but that was a good sign.

" For the start, i'm practicing the children friendly dance routines for the doll's songs." You are explained ríght away. " I have been driving my coworkers insane singing the catchy Paula Abdul main song for the Barbie dance."

You sang a tiny bit of the " Doin the Barbie" song just to make fun of yourself and began to chuckle inmediately afterwards.

" I really wanna do the Barbie, you are insanely attractive to me ríght now. " He mocked you in a flirty tone. " Did you stop to think you are going to save a child's birthday as the favorite toy? Which is also your old favorite toy? That's so attractive of you. "

You giggled, genuinely surprised of his reaction.

" Wanna know a fun fact?" You wondered out loud, caressing his cheek . " Dance Club Barbie was one of the top selling dolls of 1989, so tecnically i'm also a market rival of the Good Guy. After the controversy ruined him I ended up kicking that ginger bastard's ass on sales."

He squeezed his hand tighter against the front side of his thight.

" Don't make it worse. I feel weird and horrible, you are just trying to bring joy to that girl as this sweet Barbie who is going to cheer the party. "

He stopped himself for an instant as a sudden realization made him spill an awkward ask.

" … Are you going to keep the costume afterwards?"

It was nothing like what you could have possibly expected from him.

" ANDY!" You called him out. " Since when are you into Barbies?"

" I don't like Barbies, I like you as one. There is a difference. "

You collapsed on the couch ríght beside him.

" For now the onlyone you are going to get is Kissing Barbie, banned from the market because kisses are her central talent. " You teased him, caressing his cheeks. " You could be Shaving Fun Ken, but without the shaving. I love this super hot beard. "

The rehearsal was completely postponed. Andy didn't get the banned dolls couple joke, but you were filling him with kisses anyways.

#chucky #andy barclay #andy barclay x reader #alex vincent #alex vincent x reader

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years

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DJs Love You 3000 Challenge - Stripped

This is me cutting it close as usual 😅

@ramp-it-up I’m sorry it’s so late but HAPPY 3000 DJ! Love you so much! I’m so proud of you and so grateful that you invited me to participate! Here’s to 3000 more!!! 🎈🎊🍾🎉

I love soul mates and meet cutes so what’s better then meeting your soul mate at the strip club?

Stripper!Steve Roger x black!reader

Warning: 18+ only! Contains: smut, thigh riding, stripping, alcohol use, pet names, shy reader at first, soul mate lite situation (don’t go home with random strangers! Just in fics where it’s safe) That’s it. Pretty tame for me

2k words

Please don’t copy or repost my work, thanks! Plagiarism is rude!

Comments, likes, and reblogs are always appreciated ☺️

Enjoy!

You didn’t think it would end up like this.

It started out as a night out for your friend’s bachelorette party. You were just going to have a few drinks and attempt to enjoy yourself. You’ve never done anything like this. Always been a good girl. Never step stepped a foot out of line. Never really partied in school. You were always the DD, always the group mom, always the one making sure your friends were hydrated, cleaned up, and slept on their sides after a night of partying.

Maybe it was because you weren’t used to drinking so much. You shouldn’t have let Abby talk you into getting that margarita. You felt it on the first sip and you knew your inhibitions were loosening by the second.

Maybe you just wanted to step out of line for once.

Part of the strip clue celebration was a lap dance for the special lady. That’s how it went in the movies, right? You all pooled your money so she could enjoy herself.

But then he came out.

His voice was so deep and perfect as he asked who the bride is with a little smirk. All of your friends giggled and pointed at the woman with a big white sash with her future status. You were a little too stunned seeing the man meant to be the entertainment for the evening to participate.

He was gorgeous. Tall, blond, built like a Greek statue with muscles bulging out of a size too small red white and blue shirt and tiny matching shorts. And that beard!

You weren’t alone in your noticing.

Once he stepped into the group, your gazes met and he gave you a once over.

And he grinned. It was the most beautiful grin you’ve ever seen.

You felt like melting.

His dancing didn’t even phase you. You were so focused on the way his muscles flexed and moved so perfectly. The way his thick biceps rippled as he gripped the back of the chair. The way his abs worked in perfect precision to create waves with his body. The way you wanted to straddle his thick thighs and feel them burn against your core was like sin itself.

Oh god, when did you get so wet? You shift subtly in your seat and attempt to get some type of friction to alleviate the ache there. Just a little.

Then his bright blue eyes meet yours once more as he’s gyrating against your friend and you know there’s more to it than just being friendly. The flood gates in your panties break open completely leaving you to suppress a needy whimper.

Your friends remain completely oblivious to the exchange occurring right in front of them and you're so happy for it. You’d die from embarrassment if they noticed. Right into his waiting arms. Those big, muscular, veiny waiting arms.

Those arms you imagine wrapped around you waist and your leg and your throat as he holds you down and makes you feel so good.

Melissa taps your shoulder and snaps you out of your fantasy to get your tip. You quickly nod and pull out your clutch for a couple of $20s.

“Thank you so much, ladies,” the dancer grins and takes the stack of bills.

And starts to walk away.

Right out of your life.

He grips your shoulder as he steps past you and you almost faint from the touch.

You need water!

You take a sip of your cocktail and quickly regret it as it just adds to the buzz you’re feeling.

“I’m going to run to the bathroom,” you tell Melissa.

“You need me to come with you?” She offers, immediately concerned.

“No, no, I’m good,” you wave her off and struggle to your feet in your too tall heels.

You gaged your steadiness on the walk to the bathroom. At least you weren’t drunk. The only thing inhibiting you were your shoes. You just needed some air. You sigh locking the stall door behind you and take a deep breath.

You find your underwear drenched in slick that you hastily clean up with some toilet paper before washing your hands and taking a calming breath to cool your flushed skin.

You were fine. Everything was fine. You’re going to get some water. Lots of ice water. And no more alcohol. Ever.

You step back into the darkened hallway to meet the man that was causing your to question your sobriety.

“I was wondering when you’d finally come out of there,” he smirks.

“Y-you were?” You stutter taking a step back into the bathroom door taking him in. A pair of blue jeans ride low on his hips while the too tight shirt is back on his large frame.

He steps closer, trapping you between the door and his hard body. “You felt that back there, right? I’m not going crazy?”

Your eyes widen as you swallow thickly.

It wasn’t just you.

No use in lying now.

“No, you’re not going crazy,” you whisper.

“Steve,” he introduces. You nod and stare at his outstretched hand but stay silent. “I hope you have a name or I’ll just have to give you one.” When you still don’t answer, he smirks and drops his hand. “How about ‘gorgeous’?”

“I have a name,” you squeak defensively. “I-I have a name,” you repeat, a little more calmly. What was your name?

“Will you tell me?” He smiles. “Or do I have to guess?” You nod but you aren’t sure what question you’re nodding to.

“You’re too beautiful for any name I can think of. I think I’ll stick with gorgeous.” You can’t help but smile slightly at his words before remembering your own name. Your brain and mouth cooperate long enough to introduce yourself and he lights up. “Yeah, that's the type of name a woman like you would have.” Your face heats at his words as you grip your clutch a little tighter. “Can I buy you a drink?”

“No!” You blurt out quickly making him frown. “I mean, um, maybe some water would be nice.”

“Water it is,” he grins and takes your hand to lead you to the bar.

He’s so nice. And, once you calmed down, so easy to talk to. Steve orders a beer and you sip on a glass of water while he asks all those getting to know you questions. It’s actually very fun. He has a good sense of humor.

You watch as he scribbles a drawing of a pocket watch on a bar napkin while you talk.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckles after you tell him about the turmoil going on in your brain while he danced and when he ambushed you outside of the bathroom. “I didn’t mean to be so forward.”

“No, I’m just a little high strung,” you admit sheepishly and hide behind your glass.

“I’m not normally like this, but you’re different.”

“You’re different, too,” you add, focusing on the clear glass in your hands.

“Then if I asked if you want to get out of here…” he trails, lifting a golden brow with suggestive humor.

You quickly gear up to say ‘no’ but some small voice inside of you says ‘yes’. You glance around the bar, at your friends enjoying their drinks. They’d tell you to say yes. To live in the moment for once. How often did a blond Adonis hit on you at a strip club bachelorette party?

“I…I’d have to tell my friends to get an Uber,” you smirk back at him.

“Good girl,” he grins.

So here you were, standing behind him as he unlocks his apartment door. When did you become so trusting? Or so stupid? But some part of you knew he was good. And as he reveals a tidy living room and slips off his shoes at the door, you trust him a little more.

“More water?” He jokes taking your hand to lead you through the apartment.

“No. I think I’ve had plenty,” you smile. You’ll follow him to the ends of the earth if you get to keep holding his hand.

And you follow him right into a bedroom where he sits on a massive bed and leads you between his thighs.

“Can I get you anything? To make you more comfortable?” He asks sincerely, watching you with that beautiful ocean gaze.

You smile and caress his face, fingers raking through his perfectly manicure beard. “I’m comfortable.”

He pulls you a little closer, just a little. Just enough to finally brush his soft lips to yours. You press a little harder, push a little deeper just enough to show him that you want this too.

Steve’s fingers trace your waist before gripping it to pull you closer. His lips stray from yours to nip your jaw and nuzzle behind your ear. “So, do you like it rough or do you want me to be gentle?”

You giggle at his question before shrugging. “I honestly don’t know.”

“Wait! You aren’t a-“

“No!” You laugh stopping him. “Just woefully inexperienced.”

“We’ll have to change that,” he smirks. His fingers snake under the hem of your short dress and roll your panties down your hips and to the floor. “Come here.” He positions you over his thigh and makes you sit. “Don’t think I didn’t catch you staring,” he smirks. His grip on your hip tightens as he forces you down to grind against him. You let out a high pitched whine. “That’s right gorgeous. Take what you need.”

You whimper and drop your head to his shoulder, clawing at his back as you run your wet folds over his thick thigh.

“Good girl,” Steve whispers. “Fuck. You’re soaking,” he groans giving you a little more pressure.

It’s perfect.

His scent fills your senses with sandalwood and spice as your core goes insane at feeling just the right amount of everything. You fingers cling to his shirt as his jeans burn your inner thighs and it all feels so right.

“Please, please, please. I’m so close,” comes out in quick breaths.

“Gonna get you there,” he promises. Your other hand grips his shoulders, pulling you into his lips once more. They’re so soft and pillowy and-eep!

You squeak in surprise at suddenly being lifting and laid across the bed where Steve can control the angle little more.

“Fuck! Right there!” You whine, humping his leg. “Please, Steve! Yes, yes, yes, yeeeesssss,” you sigh as you cum, flooding his pants.

“Fuck, that’s it. Such a good girl for me,” Steve grins, pressing kisses across your face.

“That felt so good,” you moan writhing against him.

“Good,” he smiles when your eyes finally flutter open. “Wanna feel even better?”

Before you know it, you’re both completely naked and Steve in you, completely raw, as you tangle yourselves together on his bed. Your hands are everywhere, feeling everything. Every muscle flex, pleasured spasm, thrust you both had to offer. No one’s ever been in you like this.

You wanted to feel all of it.

But you can’t

“Steve, I’m not on birth control,” you whisper in disappointment.

“Shit,” Steve gasps before pulling away. “I should’ve told you. I’m neutered.”

“What?”

“Yup, shooting blanks until I’m ready.” Your eyes widen before a relieved grin covers your features and you pull him back into a kiss.

“I think I’m in love,” you laugh, smothering kisses across his face.

“Oh no! I fell in love first,” he smiles before giving you a quick thrust that makes your entire being question it’s existence. “You like that?”

You can’t respond with anything more than a moan. You just lie back so he can do it again.

He does it over and over until you’re begging for him, pleading for him. All you want is him.

“That’s it, gorgeous. Beg for it and I might let you go,” he smirks into your neck while those hips thrust so perfectly right into a spot you didn’t even know existed but you’re so glad he found it.

“Please, Steve! Need it! So close!”

“How close, baby? Tell me,” he grunts, starting to lose control.

“It’s so tight,” you whimper. “Feel like I’m gonna burst.”

“Cum with me?” You nod, or you think you nod, as you pull Steve a little closer. Everything feels so tight and hot and wet. You feel every hair on your skin. Everywhere Steve touches feel like fire. Everything feels so much.

Until it stops.

You cry into Steve’s shoulder as your body releases around him. He gets in a couple last thrust before he spills inside of you, filling you so perfectly.

You lie back limply as you both catch your breath, feeling warm in each other’s afterglow.

“You okay?” Steve asks softly, rubbing your hip as he holds himself above you. You nod but fail to open your eyes.

If this is a dream, you never want to wake up.

Steve presses a kiss to your lips. Then another. “Can I get you cleaned up?”

You shake your head. “Just wanna lay here.”

“Good. I do not want to get out of this bed,” Steve laughs and rolls over so you're on top of him. Your fingers stroke his hard chest, tangling in the thick hair there as you come down from your high. “Get some sleep, gorgeous.”

You nod into his skin before reaching up to press a kiss to his lips. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“For what?”

“I don’t know what kind of angel you are but thank you for taking me to heaven.”

He bursts into tired laughter and pulls you into another kiss making you giggle. “I think that’s the best trip I’ve ever gone on and I didn’t even need wings,” Steve grins and tugs a blanket over both of you.

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#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #steve rogers x black female reader #steve rogers smut #steve rogers x black!reader #Steve Rogers x black!female!reader #steve rogers fic #djsloveyou3000challenge

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aarcanechaoss · 2 years

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Hey😁

Can you do a fic where Higuchi gets a solo mission and the mafia doesn't think she could do it but she proves them wrong and she gets the mission finished in less time.

Hello 😊 I can indeed. I love this idea!

Back at it again with Mori trusting Higuchi

Mori trusted her.

Elise trusted her.

Her family trusted her.

She trusted herself.

Why…. Why couldn’t anyone else? Why wouldn’t her coworkers believe in her.

Granted the executives she understood, they were worried but that was only because they’d never actually seen her work on her own before… it had always been with a team, always overshadowed by Akutagawa and the Black Lizard squad leaders… it was never just Ichiyo Higuchi.

This meeting was a disaster- from Akutagawa practically throwing her to the dirt to the Black Lizard insulting her to Koyo looking at her wearily… Chuuya honestly he didn’t look like he cared about her going just worried like any good person would be.

She wouldn’t really be alone she knew this, someone would be in her ear, watching through a camera they’d made into a contact as she wandered through the nightclub.

Ichiyo could hear their insults as she stepped into the bass filled club. All she had to do was assassinate the leader and co of a small time gang, one that had barely got their hands dirty. It was a simple job and really she didn’t understand why only Elise and Mori trusted her with this because from what she had read the worst they’d done was rob a few banks and attempt to imitate the Port Mafia. A weak group with nothing to stand on.

She thought as she swayed to the music, making eye contact with all necessary parties, tempting them to come her way, she thought about how everyone in the mafia had their own quirks.

Some had abilities that they relied on, some relied on weapons such as guns and knives and others liked to be more explosive but many overlooked the simplicity of poison and why many believe it is the woman’s weapon. She may use guns the most and she may have something buried deep within her veins but the slightest bit of sharpness and a strong dose of the most lethal substance she was done.

Anyone she’d danced with that night felt the bite of those silver rings placed delicately on her pretty little hands. Anyone she kissed felt the strange tingling of her lips. And anyone she didn’t like as the night drew to a close felt the sting of the small blade she’d hidden on her thigh.

The mission was over before it even began, she’d taken special care to look into the gangsters that were there tonight, hopelessly drunk and wanting everything they couldn’t have. From a pretty dancer to someone, anyone they could get their hands on… and Higuchi had practically sunk claws into them all and enjoyed every minute of it.

They were all dead before the Sun even kissed the horizon.

Through the few hours she’d been at that nightclub, dressed to the nines in the most revealing dress she owned and heels much too high and hair delicately curled, with makeup she hardly ever wore.

~~*~~*~~*~~

Her heels clicked and clacked as she walked down the hallway, that revealing dress just a bit too short and lipstick still a bloody shade of red. She hadn’t bothered changing, heading straight from the nightclub to the meeting room at the Port Mafia base.

No one expected her to be back just a few hours after the mission was given, no one expected to be brought back to the meeting room so fast- it felt like whiplash as Ichiyo stepped into the room, still dressed up as she was.

“All accounted for.” She said simply, a wicked grin gracing her red stained lips. She passed the USB now containing the video evidence collected through her contact into the leaders white gloved hand. He grinned back at her, proud.

And as they watched the nights events playing out, Ichiyo responding to any questions and adding additional info, each member of the mafia sat in that room learnt a lesson, Ichiyo Higuchi was not weak.

After all this was why she joined the mafia at Mori’s request… she was the femme fatal no one ever saw coming.

#bsd #Bungou stray dogs #bsd smut #bsd angst #Bungou stray dogs smut #Bungou stray dogs angst #bsd higuchi #ichiyo higuchi #the port mafia #bsd port mafia

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Connie Clarke

Basics

Full Name: Connie Clarke

Nickname(s): Coco, Con

Age: 16 in Season 1 of Stranger Things

Sexual Orientation: Lesbian

Appearance

Ethnicity: Caucasian

Skin Tone: Fair

Eye Color: Brown

Hair Color: Brown

Hairstyle: Ponytail, accessories with different colored/patterned scrunchies

Makeup: Subtle but she does like doing it, it's like painting

Build: Slim, does a lot of dancing

Height: 5' 8" (She is a few millimeters taller than her brother)

Style: Dresses in bold colors and jeans. Every day the club meets though, she will wear her Hellfire shirt

Personality

General Personality Traits: Humorous, Passionate, Happy

Strengths: Creative, Determined, Overloads her schedule

Flaws: Anxious, Overthinking, Overloads her schedule

Habits and Mannerisms: Whenever she isn't busy she is working on either reading or memorizing a script/song/dance; She hums under her breath while she's working; On the rare occasion that she struggles to remember something, she taps her pointer and middle fingers on her forehead until she does

Secrets: She's GAY; Surprising many people (but not her father or brother) she does not hide the fact that she's a member of Hellfire

Regrets: She wishes she could get herself a girlfriend but that is difficult for obvious reasons

Skills/Talents: She's a talented actor, singer and dancer, occasionally using that acting ability during DND and for lying in certain situations; Memorization; Recreational watercolor painting; Organization

Likes: Drama Club, DND, Fiction novels

Dislikes: Snakes, Hazing, Glitter

Sense of Humor: Puns for certain

Guilty Pleasure: Belting songs in the car on the way to school

Defining Moment: TBD

Relationships

Friends: Hellfire Club, The Party and Co.

Family: Scott Clarke (Father), Kenny Clarke (Twin Brother)

Enemies: Creatures from the Upside Down, The Hawkins High Basketball Team

Lovers: Robin Buckley (eventually)

Relationship Status: Single and horribly aware of why

Reputation: A walking inconsistency, she's a nice girl with a lot of talent but she does hang out with those freaks in the Hellfire Club. She's also super cute but every time she's been asked out by a guy, she always says no?

Miscellaneous

Current Residence: Hawkins, Indiana

Collections: Playbills and Posters from Hawkins High performances; Watercolor sketchbooks; Musical albums; Character sheets

Accent: Midwestern

Voice: Sweet and unapologetic

Signature Quote: "Sorry, I can't. I've got rehearsal/Hellfire/homework/to help my dad grade papers/etc."

Song: TBD

Backstory

Connie has always been a bit odd to other people simply because she never really found a group and stuck with it. Connie has always had a lot of different interests and did not compromise her engagement in any of them despite what anyone said. Her enthusiasm for whatever it was she was doing at the time however, was infectious to the others around and, unlike her brother, Connie never really had trouble making friends.

Over time, her interests narrowed to a few select arts and DND. Though interested in science, it never was her most favorite thing. That didn't have a strain on her relationship with her father, he understands that curiosity comes in all forms for all subjects, just because hers is different does not make any difference. His daughter is incredibly smart and creative and he is proud of her every single day.

When the Clarke twins got to high school, Connie always makes sure that she invites her brother to join her in whatever she does but more often than not, he insisted on sticking to the technical side of things.

Connie, despite some of her "quirks", does gain the attention of several boys her age over the course of her high school career but she always says no. Some less than kind peers of hers make several comments about her and the boys of Hellfire but she shuts them down many times. She's witty enough to get bullies off her back.

It took her a long time to figure out why she's never been interested in boys and once she did, she kept it to herself, not even telling her twin or father about it. It's just a difficult situation for her that she's still trying to figure out how to navigate.

#connie clarke #robin buckley x oc #robin buckley x reader #stranger things x oc #stranger things x reader #stranger things oc #stranger things #hawkins indiana oc #st oc #my oc stuff #oc notes #kenny and connie clarke

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Hi there! It is Sarah here! I was wondering if I can have a The Maze Runner, Wednesday, Stranger Things, Harry Potter and Teen Wolf ships please?

Physical Appearance: I have long brown hair with blonde highlights, ocean blue eyes with bluish-purple glasses, I have a curvy but lean body with strong calves thanks to the years of dancing (cheerleading and ballet), horse-riding, running and jumping, I am 5'1 feet tall, I have pale-tan skin with freckles on my face and also I got random moles and freckles on my arms and legs as well and people say I got a smile that can brighten up any room.

Personality: I am an open-minded, kind-hearted, optimistic and friendly girl with a love of learning things like zodiac signs, MBTI types, crystals and Disney etc. I can be very impatient, stubborn, naive and I am also in the spectrum so I can be blunt and quirky only because I see the world in a different way from other people but I see the good in people no matter what and I am loyal and dependable to my friends and family and when someone hurts my friends and my family I can be fiercely protective all over them.

My type for a perfect person: I just want to be my best friend and partner in crime, I want a gentleman or gentlelady who will be proudly hold my hand and being glad that I am their girlfriend, I want someone to bring me flowers and compliments everyday and being the mother/father of my future kids someday and treat me like a queen all the time.

Sexuality and Pronouns: Bisexual (Both male and female preference) and She/Her

MBTI Type: INFJ-T

Big Three: Sagittarius sun, Cancer moon and Aquarius rising

Moral Alignment: Lawful Good

Enneagram Type: Type 2 (The Helper)

Temperament Personality Type: Sanguine-Choleric (The Influencer)

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Likes: Singing, dancing, acting, writing, reading books, typing, watching Disney movies, Zodiac signs, MBTI types and crystals.

Dislikes: Mean people, vegetables, yelling, someone who hurts the ones I love the most and bullies.

Random Facts: I've been in the school musical productions for 5 years and my childhood nickname was Sarah-Bear.

hi hi!! you have like the coolest hobbies ever I swear it ☹️🫶

I hope these all work for you!! :))

The Maze Runner -> i actually haven't watched the movies,, only read the books so the character I put you with is the book version!

I give you Brenda!

- Brenda would definitely fit your type, she would be your partner in crime and you two would not leave each other's side throughout the trials

- I feel like she'd really surprise you with how much she actually enjoys dancing, informally. She's the a club dancer to classical music I think

- I bet she'd try her best to act with you, dance with you, bring you any flowers she can find without suspicion from wicked

- given that you're in the maze, she probably snuck little things into the box before anyone at wicked could realize just for you

- you'd both be very protective of each other, plus you can both constantly mess with Jorge

Wednesday -> I give you Enid Sinclair!

- She would LOVE to dance with you, sing with you, and even act with you

- Constantly holding your hand bc she loves physical touch especially if she can show off how awesome you are

- You teaching her ballet bc she insisted >>>

- I also think shed be REALLY into zodiac signs + personality tests and you could both talk about them 24/7

- Not to mention you'd both brag about one another and be v protective but in subtle ways

Stranger Things -> I give you Max Mayfield!

- She's not a big dancer, but she'd try for you + you'd try to skate for her and such

- She definitely sings but ONLY around you it's your special thing

- I think you could easily get her into zodiac signs and personality quizzes

- she's the type to be v proud of you, and would definitely show you off

- she's not much of a flowers gal but I think she'd bring you any little nick nacks that remind her of you

- and you're both again VERY over protective of one another!!

Harry Potter -> I give you George Weasley!

- Hear me out, I think he'd be a very very understanding and calm guy with specific people — you being one of them

- You can have fun with him when in public, and expect him to see the beauty in some things you like outside of the public eye!

- he probably would CONSTANTLY have an arm wrapped around you and be v proud of you

- Fred would constantly joke that they're sharing (George definitely is not a fan of that idea)

- He'd dance with you if you asked

- Plus him and Fred doing acting scenes with you >>>

- idk I think it would just work really well!

Teen Wolf -> I've only seen so much of teen wolf, therefore we only have the original cast to choose from (Lydia, Allison, Scott, and Stiles)

I want to give you Lydia!

- she would love to dance and sing with you + she'd convince the others to come to school plays and such!

- I think she'd also know all about zodiacs and personality types

- She'd show you off in person after she got used to not caring about the publics opinion + she'd for sure bring you flowers whenever she remembered too

- writing extra notes for you, learning origami, and then giving you class notes as flowers>>

- she'd just be v supportive of all your endeavors and be v proud she can call u hers!!

I hope you like these!! :))

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Roberto: (in relationship with Rosa’s challenge) to the box for her challenge and the next one to face theirs is Jorge Lorenzo. We are going to call him champion because he is MotoGP’s World Champion and he’s in first position in the ranking. He put it completely upside down (Waru’s comment: not really after episode 1 he was 3rd and after episode 2 he moved in first). Riding bikes is something that he does very well, but today he is facing a GP challenge, but Disco GP. How is he dealing with the flow? Um? Um?

Noe: we are going to try and bring your world (bike noises) into the dance. You are going to dance as

Jorge: My world how?

Noe: you will have to dance as if you are riding a bike?

Jorge: bikes? Yes? Where is the bike?

Noe: 1, 2, as if you are running. 3. More

Jorge: like this?

Noe: 4. More, 5

Jorge: The worst that they could do to me

Noe: Stretch (but in the sense of stretching a limb or something related)

Jorge: Dancing is... making a mountain. I have little flexibility in here 😳 I never danced apart from... bachata

Noe: 1, 2, 3, cha. Cha

Jorge: and then reggaeton that everyone has their own style at the night clubs, so We are a bit rigid in this part I’m stressed because everything she puts new. Shit. Stress my head (I think the most correct expression would be make my head explode)

Noe: yeah, yeah. Arrow. Dot. Square

Jorge: Yes

Noe: Arrow, dot, square. Come on. 1

Jorge: Shit

Noe: 1 and 2 and 1

Jorge: Coordination on the bike. Dancing for me is new and I’m not coordinated with my body yet

Noe: Tip ((?) not sure because is dance related)

Jorge: Pam, Pam,

Noe: put your hands on your pockets because it looks like you are dancing a Sardana (traditional dance in Catalonia)

Jorge: it’s true

Noe: tip, heal (both referring to the feet)

Jorge: 1, 2

Noe: and close. The other

Jorge: buff If I work a miracle and out of the blue I start to improve quickly I might surprise, but now I really doubt it

Roberto: Good night Noe.

Noe: Good night

Roberto: Welcome back to ‘EL Desafío’. You are like in your house in hear.

Noe: like in my house

Roberto: Glad. Do we have a true dancer in front of us or not?

Noe: We have a true hard worker in front of us

Roberto: he trained (? I’m not sure as I can’t really hear it)

Noe: hard-worker and

Jorge: Thank you very much

Noe: ... and the truth he work hard and a lot the day we had. He is out of his comfort zone absolutely. Really like all of them in the show but... but... but there’s have been a very big change since the first day until the last ones. And I’m very happy/proud of his work. I want him to enjoy it

Roberto: You are saying, of course, out of is comfort zone. You did dance as a kid?

Jorge: I was a clonw-ish (but in the sense of acting goofy and he uses the word for kids acting goofy) as a kid . I did videos with my sister, home camera and so (home made videos is the English true term) and then I quite. And now, my best is at the disco/night clubs, when I go out at night the reggaeton at my own style

Roberto: Oh, you dance reggaeton?

Jorge: with one or more mojitos, with my own style

Roberto: you also become brave (whatever expression the English have to mean lose the inhibition), no? It’s beautiful because what doesn’t managed to accomplish ‘El Desafío’, you put back on the riders leathers (Waru’s comment: yes I translated that correctly, that are pretending those are the leathers Jorge would use on a race weekend.)

Jorge: I don’t see it very rider-like. More like kart-like, Mario bros

Someone: Mario bros

Roberto: Super Mario

Jorge: More like Fernando Alonso more than a rider

Roberto:that’s correct

Mariló: but it suit you

Roberto: We are going to see a different Jorge Lorenzo. Completely

Jorge: The nerves have me wear out. I’m pretty active. This morning I was pretty active, jumping and so, and I hope to enjoy it to the maximum and

Roberto: I don’t want to put you in more tension. I won’t make you talk more because I know you like to focus/concentrate, but I going to real to you and to the people at home that there’ll be a small cameo that will bring memories to him. I don’t know if happy, but memories for sure.

Jorge: assholes

Roberto: I’m telling you

Jorge: I will know? (not sure because is mumbled)

Roberto: well is okay. Go and prepare if you want. Noe, good luck.

Noe: good luck

Roberto: Jorge Lorenzo with the team of dancers go and get prepared. And for those at home, I remind you, we have the ‘El Desafío en casa’ (the Challenge at home), I encourage you to record yourself dancing... (basically they encourage views to do their own challenge and post on social media)

#El Desafío #Antena3 #Jorge Lorenzo #Roberto Leal #Mariló Montero

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