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brayneworms · 3 months

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prompt: l lawliet + food play + pink

wc. 2.8k. gn!reader, foodplay, virgin!l, handjobs, sliiiight come eating, reader is a wet cat in a cardboard box kinda, safe sane and consensual, no real power dynamics.

L contextualises things in the way he sees the world.

Strings of numbers, statistics, behavioural patterns that he's memorised to a 'T' until he can tell guilt from the aversion of an eye or fury from the remnants of nails pressed into the palm of someone's hand. It's why maybe something like sex or desire is a struggle for him. It's not that he doesn't understand it, it's more like he doesn't see the—the need for it, or whatever. You chalk it up to him being extremely busy and also probably totally asexual and don't think about it.

(Don't think about it much.)

It sort of surprises you that it's you he corners with his questions about. Maybe he's more embarrassed than he lets on—as it is, he looks cool as a cucumber save for the faintest shade of pink across his cheekbones. There's no way he would escape a conversation about it from anyone on the squad without a degree of ragging. Misa would squeal like a pig if L dared to broach the topic with her, you're sure. Matsuda would blush bright red and trip over all his words, and Aizawa would probably stare at him like he'd set his firstborn on fire.

And Light is Light. He probably knows little more than L, for all the airs he puts on.

So it's you he comes to. When it first starts, you think it has something to do with a case or lead he's hunting. Tell me, have you had sex before?

Perched like a frog, licking whipped cream off his finger. You don't know if he's doing to be provocative or not; don't know which is worse, that he's aware of what he's doing or not.

"This isn't exactly proper workplace conversation L."

A flicker of a smile. Cheeky, omniscient. "Feel free to report me to HR, in that case."

You do answer—honestly and concisely, if not with a shade of awkwardness. He's essentially your boss. But L seems so far removed from the worlds of sexuality and desire that it seems harmless, occupational, and eventually it stops feeling embarrassing. Out of nowhere—what is the purpose of restrains in an intimate context? Why do you think some people like to feel as though they have no control in the bedroom? Would you say that visual pornography has given watchers unrealistic expectations of actual intercourse?

One night, the two of you alone in front of a big glowing screen, turning to him and asking. "Why do you ask me this stuff, anyway? Is it for a case?"

"No," he says neutrally. A quick glance from his dark eyes you could almost describe as coy. "I'm just... curious."

"Curious," you echo, deadpan. "You?"

"Does that surprise you?" he murmurs. You almost feel that your honest answer—yes—would be insulting now, so instead you just shrug and mumble something incoherent under your breath. "You're not completely wrong. I thought having a better understanding of things like sex and power dynamics would be beneficial in the long run. Most people have a greater knowledge of it than me, which—puts me at a disadvantage." He says these last words with an air of revulsion, as though the very concept of knowing less than someone sours in his mouth, and you chuckle at his childishness.

"That makes sense." You pause. Wonder if you're reading this all wrong, then barrel ahead anyway. "Wouldn't actually experiencing it for yourself lend a better understanding than anything else, though?"

L's eyebrow raises. His smile has vanished, leaving him bug-eyed and unreadable. "What are you suggesting?"

He's not stupid, and you're not subtle. He knows exactly what you were suggesting. The fact that he's trying to get you to go into more detail rather than firing you on the spot is probably a good sign, and further than you expected to get. You squirm in your seat.

"You know. It's like being told about how something feels rather than knowing," you say awkwardly. "I'm just—can I ask—"

"It only seems fair," L says slowly. "After I've been badgering you with my own questions for so long." His chair spins; he rests his wrists on his rucked-up knees, fingers steepled in front of him. "Please."

Hot-faced, you spin your chair aimlessly. "Okay, well, uh—have you? I mean, before?"

L hesitates before he shakes his head, an almost imperceptible twitch that has his dark hair floating. You swallow the sudden large dry lump in your throat.

"Okay. So. Probably somewhere to start," you mumble.

L seems to consider this. "Would you be willing?"

You don't have the right to be surprised, with all the dancing around the subject, but you are, still. You choke on your spit and fly around to look at him, which is a mistake. His gaze is so dark and intense, and you think he can see right through you before you even open your mouth to answer.

"I'm not—" you stammer, with no idea what you're going to say. "I mean—"

"I had assumed you would be," L goes on calmly, but you catch the slight flicker of his eyes, a ghost of uncertainty that makes your chest squeeze. "If I have read your responses incorrectly, though, feel free to forget I asked. I can guarantee no awkwardness tomorrow."

"It's not that," you blurt. L blinks at you, go on. "It's just... do you have any idea what you're, you know. Into? Where to start?"

L's eyes flicker, the barest furrow knitted between his brows. You can tell he hasn't thought too hard about it. "What would you suggest?" he asks, curling his long fingers over his knees.

You swallow. "Well... anything you like the idea of, I guess. Something familiar, to ease you into it."

L's eyes roll over to his desk, where a perfectly glistening slice of strawberry cake waits for him. Pink sponge and halved red berries, topped with pale pink cream. "Familiar," he echoes. "I may have a suggestion."

So you feed L a strawberry just to get started.

Hold it up. It's distinctly awkward; L just stares at it for a moment, the berry dusted with frosting that glistens between your fingers. You tell him, "If you're not comfortable with this, sex is probably going to be—"

He leans forward and plucks the fruit from between your fingers; you feel the barest ghosting of teeth, the sweep of his tongue sharp and curious against the pads of your fingers before he leans back again. You watch the motions of his jaw and throat as he chews and swallows. Pins you with his headlamp stare, wide and dark.

You deconstruct the strawberry cake carefully, removing the berries and setting them to the side. Cast a look over at him. "Take off your shirt?"

L twists the hem of this shirt for a few moments before removing it. It feels so strange to see him devoid of clothing, like a knight removing their armour. Pale ribs, pinched waist. He's not whipcord-thin like you had imagined—there's lean muscle packed under the skin, his stomach flat and somewhat soft. It flexes almost nervously when you look at it. He reclines back on his bed without being told, bracing his weight onto his elbows, legs dangling off the side.

"You sure about all this?" you ask, glancing from the smooth planes of his white skin—shit—to the plate of crumbling pink dessert. "Didn't think you'd be into, you know. All the mess."

"I have a shower," L says reflexively.

You take that as permission to approach with the plate. You place the strawberry halves in a red dotted line, starting at his clavicle, watching him shiver and flex at the cold touch. Down—one at the bottom of his ribs, one above his bellybutton, one at his naval just above the low sling of his jeans. He's started to flush, prettily pink down his chest. It makes you slightly dizzy.

"Okay. So. Okay." You try not to feel so nervous, but it's more like you feel out of place, or time, or space. It feels surreal, basically. Standing between L's legs with your fingers stained pink from fruit and frosting. Him looking up at you like that, all big dark round eyes and slightly parted lips. Damn it. You take a deep, steadying breath. "Okay, so, I'll start now if you're okay. And just say if you don't want—if you want to stop, or if you don't like anything, just say, okay?"

"I understand the basic premises of consent, if that's what you're trying to affirm." The words are all L, but there's an element of breathlessness to them.

"Just making sure we're clear," you mutter. You lean forward and smooth a palm over his collarbones. They're sharp, they jut up to meet your hand like cut diamond, and you hear and see his breath hitch, which is slightly intoxicating. His skin is warmer and softer than you thought it would be. You run your hands over his shoulders and neck, which he squirms away from with a wrinkled nose.

"No neck?" you ask.

He shakes his head. So no neck.

Once you're done exploring this part of his body, you lean forward, close your lips around the strawberry and bite the end of it, sinking your teeth into the flesh. Pink juice runs down your chin; L's eyes follow it, transfixed, as you tilt your head forward and push your mouthful against his lips. They part unquestioningly, and you push the strawberry into his mouth with your tongue. Your lips brush together, tantalising and sweet with sugar. A mimic of a kiss, a palimpsest of intimacy. You don't want to overwhelm him, anyway.

This goes on; your hands over his chest next, the soft pectorals. An experimental brush of your thumb over his left nipple that makes his whole body shudder. He's so sensitive, reacting to every prod and touch and tweak with a jerk and a shiver. Gooseflesh blooms up his skin, pebbling his nipples, and when you tweak the other one gently he lets out a choked sound.

Finding the strawberry nestled under his ribs. Taking it between your teeth and passing it to him. His face gets pinker with each one. Stomach, concave, flexing with every hard breath. A ticklish spot over his belly button. Strawberry, bite, pass. The flex of his jaw as he chews.

Fingers over his waist, indenting the skin as much as you dare. You try not to think of how easily he would bruise. Brushing your touch over his lower abdomen makes his breath catch again. You find the strawberry, hold it between your lips. L cranes his neck, searching this time—he thinks he knows the game, has memorised the steps, found the pattern, the sequence. He doesn't know that the best sex is the unpredictable kind. This time, you press your lips against him and when your tongue pushes the strawberry into his mouth it stays there. His lips part, slack against yours, either in shock or inexperience. You allow yourself the briefest twirl of your tongue against his before pulling back with a wet pop.

L stares at you as you retreat. The strawberries leave pale pink residue on his skin. Pulling back fully reveals the hardness between his legs, pushing up against the dark denim of his jeans. He grunts when your eyes land on it, either out of embarrassment or frustration. You swallow and its like sandpaper.

"Still want me to...?"

"I have not changed my mind," he replies, slightly hoarsely and a beat slower than usual. You shrug, smooth your hands over the tent at his crotch, and he whines. It's the most searing noise you've pulled from him yet, and all from some halfhearted palming over the jeans. It sends a thrill zipping through you, hot and addicting. His arms shake with the weight of holding himself up, neck craning to follow as you sink to your knees between his legs.

You unzip him, pop the button, and he groans slightly at the freedom from the constraints of his clothes. He's fully hard, straining against his dark underwear. You experiment, rubbing at the tip, feeling for the wet spot, and he keens and thrashes, losing his stability and crashing to the mattress. He makes a frustrated noise just after, as though cursing himself for his own lack of control.

"That—" he swallows hard, breathes shakily. "That feels..."

Your hand hovers. "Am I stopping?"

"No, I don't..." He scrambles. L scrambles over his words. "Please, continue."

You stroke him over his underwear for a few concentrated minutes, mostly enjoying the way he twitches and huffs and occasionally makes soft, whiny noises, the way he starts to rut his hips against your hand. No technique, no rhythm, just some sort of baseless desire that you find incredibly hot. There's almost a frustration to it that makes you want to laugh—of course there would be nothing more agonising to someone like L than seeing what he wanted so close to him but being unable to accomplish it himself.

When he starts gritting his teeth, you pull his boxers down to his thighs and he makes a choking, embarrassed sound. When you wrap your fingers around his cock for the first time, finding it velvety-soft and leaking, his eyes roll back and his hips arch into the loose wet tunnel of your hand. "Oh," is all he says. Small and soft like he's surprised. His neck twists and his mouth presses into the starched white sheets. "Oh," he says again as your fist moves slowly, stroking with intent, up and down. He's not overly big, fits nicely in your hand, makes swiping over the head where the pre beads with your thumb nice and convenient. And you love the way he shudders and thrashes when you do it.

"How does that feel?" Your voice is lower than you remember it being. L cracks a bleary eye open; his face is flushed bright pink now, a flush that bleeds all the way down his chest, blending in with the strawberry stains.

"It feels," he starts, before his brow pinches. "I—I am not sure how to—how to describe..."

"It's okay," you tell him. His thighs shake, flexing against the edge of the mattress. When he tips his head back the cords in his pretty throat bulge, so biteable. "You can come whenever."

"I wasn't—oh," he gasps, squirming. "I wasn't aware I n-needed your—permission, oh."

"Yeah, well," you say intelligently, a little struck dumb by the sight before you. "Just making sure we're on the same page."

"A-and what page is that?" he pants, thrusting his hips messily into your hand. He's so fucking sensitive that you swear you can see his eyes growing shiny.

"The one where I help you out, so don't be a brat," you murmur. L laughs breathlessly, trying, you think, to summon some retort. You twist your fist around him and it died, half-formed in his brain, his eyes rolling back and fingers flexing hard in the sheets.

After another minute, he reaches out and grabs your wrist hard enough to bruise. He doesn't say it—can't, maybe. But you know. Your pace speeds up just a touch and he honest to god moans, spilling out of him soft and breathy before he comes, streaking over his stomach in pearly arcs. You watch him flinch at the contact, fingers slipping on your wrist. His chest flexes—in, out, in, out.

You collect a big scoop of pink frosting on your finger and dip it in the come starting to cool between his pecs before pressing it to his lips. L's brow wrinkles, startled—but he opens his lips and lets your fingers pass into the hot cavern of his mouth. Like a cat he licks your finger clean, pointed pink tongue prodding with no technique or flourish, just something steadfast, something stubborn.

You do him the dignity of tucking his softened cock back into his underwear and zipping up his jeans. Unsure how to proceed until L sits up rather abruptly. His hair is even more tousled from his tossing and turning as he reaches for a tissue to wipe himself down.

He looks at you. "I understand it's customary to offer some sort of equivalent exchange in these circumstances." A pause whilst he gathers his breath. "You'll have to forgive me. I'm not quite feeling up to the task."

His tone is normal, if a little shaky. You rock back on your heels. "Did you like it?"

L blinks at you. "My curiosity has been sated," he says, carefully. "Yes, I believe I did enjoy it."

Well, that's a relief if nothing else. The pink remnants of the strawberry cake it on the plate; the shade matches his blush.

#death note x reader #l lawliet x reader #l lawliet smut #death note smut #🫀.scribes #dom!reader #gn!reader

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loveronlineee · 2 years

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Horror Movies (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Masterlist

Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)

Warnings: None

Synopsis: Y/N bumps into Eddie at Family Video. She’s unsure if his small talk is flirting or friendly banter. Maybe Steve or Robin can give her a hand?

Y/N notes: None

Wanna be on the Eddie Munson tag list? Look here!

Wanna request something? Look here!

“Hellooooo peopleeee!” Y/N sung as she entered Family Video. Robin was at the counter and Steve was organising one of the displays. They both turned when they heard their friend’s familiar voice.

“Y/N! You here to save us from dying of boredom?” Robin asked.

“Or are you just here to annoy us?” Steve added, walking over to them.

“Oh come on you love me really. How’s work?”

“Pretty slow.” Robin answered. “How’s your morning been?”

“Uh I slept in then my Mom asked me to pick up some things so I thought I’d come visit you guys and pick something out.” Y/N began walking towards the horror section.

“Something scary again?” Steve asked.

“Always.” Y/N began scanning her options as Steve and Robin went back to work. She could hear the other two people in the store trying to decide on something. The door opened again as another customer entered.

Y/N finally found something she liked and picked it up.

“Shit.” She heard someone say under their breath. She turned to her left to find Eddie Munson next to her. “You beat me to it L/N, looks like it’s the last one.”

“Eddie. Ah sorry bout that.” She turned to Robin and Steve by the counter. “You guys got another copy of this?” Robin had been watching their whole exchange and gave her a slightly concerned look.

“Uh Steve you wanna go check in the back?”

“Yeahhhh…” Steve replied slowly before walking away.

“I didn’t know you were into this stuff.” Eddie said with a smile.

“Oh yeah I’m a big horror fan. I’m guessing you are too?”

“Yeah big time.”

“Sorry I took the one you wanted.” Eddie put his hands up.

“It’s all good L/N.”

“You know you can call me Y/N? Right?” Y/N smiled. Eddie smiled back.

“Alright. Well Y/N, if there isn’t another copy, we could always watch it together?”

“Together?” Y/N repeated. She could tell from her reaction that he was nervous to say that. Y/N smiled wider to reassure him.

“Y-Yeah we could uh go to mine and-“

“You’re in luck Munson.” Steve said as he came back to the front. “We got one more.”

“Oh. Cool thanks.” Robin documented Eddie’s rental and walked to the exit. “I’ll see you guys around.”

He lingered looking at Y/N, an almost defeated look on his face before he left. The trio didn’t move for a moment until Robin spoke.

“Uh Y/N? Were you just flirting with Eddie Munson?”

“…no?” Y/N slowly answered, unsure herself.

“And was he trying to ask you out?”

“…maybe?” The three stood in silence again, trying to process what just happened. “Shit. Do I like Eddie?”

“You do usually pick the weird ones.” Steve commented.

“Oi! Should we start on your romantic endeavours Harrington?”

“Shutting up.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #reader x Eddie Munson #stranger things #stranger things season four #stranger things season 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n

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bubbleebubz · 5 months

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Save me Professor- part 1

Word count: 2,006.

Pt.2

15+++

~warnings- eventual smutt! pantie stealing (consentual), pet names (is that a warning?), suggestive content, w3t dreams, mental health issues, bad dreams (fire and death)

Y/N had just been kicked out of her mother's house after her mom has a schizophrenic break and moves to Flordia leaving her to fend for herself. Her professor can't bare seeing Y/N in such a state, and offers her to stay in his guest bedroom, can they be roomates without his dark desires taking control?

"P-please don't stop sir" his hands hot on her body. His large hands getting closer and closer to where she needs them most.

"What do you want, baby? Tell me" His breath hot on her neck.

"Please professor Reid" she moans out in need.

"Y/N... Y/N... Y/N wake up"

What?

My eyes snap open, being awoken back into the cruel reality of my life.

I sit up at my desk and look around.

The class is empty.

I look up, "oh my God, I'm so sorry professor Reid, I must have fallen asleep." I say hastily gathering all my things causing my pencil case to fall off my desk.

I lean over to pick it up, as does he. "Y/N, it's ok, but are you alright?" He asks, crouching down next to me.

I look into his eyes anxiously. Nodding. "Why would you think otherwise Sir?" I ask shyly, trying to avoid his intimidating eye contact.

"Look at me sweetheart" He says, making my thighs clench and insides throb.

I follow his orders and look into his eyes.

My mouth going dry.

"What's the matter?" He asks. "Your the best in this class and never lose focus like this, let alone fall asleep." He explains his worry.

"I. I uhm, my mom kicked me out last night. She has schizophrenia and she now decided to move to Flordia. So I have no where to stay. So I was up all night, studying to keep my mind off of things." I say, my eyes beginning to water.

I blink them away and look over to the window, not being able to look him in the eyes.

"Oh sweet girl" He says, and hugs me.

I hug him back as tight as I can. The comforting feeling unusual to me.

"I'm sorry, I know this isn't your problem and there are other students who have much bigger more important issues, i really didn't mean to fall asleep." I say into his chest.

"Don't apologise Y/N" He says sternly.

"You didn't do anything wrong, did you know that the average female needs atleast 7 hours of sleep, and if they don't get that, their stress and anxiety levels increase and the lack of sleep reduces your physical and cognitive performance." He says pulling away. I smile at his rambling and nod while wiping my tears away.

"Where are you staying now?" He asks, standing up and looking down at me.

I look up at him anxiously to respond.

"I don't know." I whisper out, looking away, feeling the tears starting again.

"How would you like to stay with me? Until you figure things out ofcourse." He asks cautiously.

I look up at him shocked.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

He nods.

"Ofcourse, you are my favorite student after all." He chuckles out.

He Whips the falling tears as they spill down my cheek as I look up at him. I lean into his touch.

"Is that alright, love?" He asks, I nod.

"Use your words" He says.

"Yes sir, I'd love to." I say shyly.

"Excellent, let's get going now shall we? Do you have your things or?" He asks, as he walks to his desk, gathering his belongings.

"I was only able to grab my school uniform, school books, laptop, chargers and bathroom stuff, that's all I could fit in my backpack." I say.

He nods.

He signals me to follow him, I get up and walk behind him to his black sports car.

I get into the front seat and place my bag infront of me on the floor.

"Seat belt" He says, starting the car.

I put the seat belt on and shiver from the cool fall air.

"Good girl" I blush hard.

I lean my head against the cold window, watching the passing trees go by. My eyes begin to get heavy as I doze off.

I'm awoken this time ruthlessly.

"Y/N are you ok?" He groans, shaking me awake. There was fire everywhere.

"What happened?" I ask, beginning to hyperventilate.

I look back at him but his eyes are shut, his face bloody and chard.

I scream and scream and scream.

"Y/N wake up, it's ok wake up, we are here" he says lightly shaking me awake once again.

I wake up sobbing and lean to cling to him in a tight hug.

"Shh s'okay, I'm here, it's ok" He says holding the back of my head and rubbing my back.

"What was the nightmare about baby?" He asks soothingly.

"We got into a car accident, and you died." I whimper out, my voice hoarse from all the crying.

"Oh honey, it's ok, I'm alright see. I'm alive." He says placing my hand over his heart. I calm down and look around seeing we are at a nice sized house, with vines down the front and sides of it, it looked like a cottage from a fairytale. My eyes light up at the sight.

"Woah" I say amazed.

He chuckles.

"Follow me" He says, taking my bag for me.

"Thanks" I say shyly, realizing this is my professor and not some high-school crush.

He was just being nice and caring. That's all.

I follow him into his house and smile at the decor, it matched him perfectly, the furniture old and dark, and the scent of his house was exquisite, like a pumpkin vanilla.

"You can stay in the guest bedroom over here" he says, guiding me down the hall way. "My room is next door here" he says pointing to another door. "And the bathroom is over here" he says.

I nod a thank you.

"I'll let you get settled, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me" He says giving me a caring smile putting his hand on my lower back while leaving down the hall.

I enter the room, observing my surroundings, there was a double bed with an beatiful oak bed frame, on the left side of the room in the middle of the wall, and a window straight ahead, to the right there was a desk, and to the left of the desk was an old white chair.

It was very basic, not in a bad way.

I unpack my bag, putting my limited clothes (being only my school uniforms) in the dresser. And placing the singular Grumpy Care Bear on my bed for comfort.

I exit my new bedroom and go to the kitchen.

"Hey Professor" I say shyly. Sitting down on one of the chairs set at the island.

"Please call me Spencer" He chuckles out.

I blush lightly, enough for him to notice and smirk.

"Ok Spenerrr" I say goofily out of anxiety.

Causing him to smile again.

"Whatcha doing?" I ask boredly.

"Cooking dinner, I hope you like chicken vermicelli noodles" He says with a chuckle.

"I have no clue what that is but it smells good so I probably will!" I say giggling.

"Why are you still in your school clothes its-" He pauses checking his watch "8 PM on a Friday" He asks.

"I didn't manage to fit any of my actual clothes in my bag, so I just have my school uniforms." I say with a sad chuckle. "But it's ok, they aren't that unc-" "nuh uh, I'll be right back" He says cutting me off before leaving the kitchen and stove unattended. "Uh Spence you kinda forgot about the fooood" I call out and walk around the island to the stove, stirring the food in the frying pan. Still having no idea what I'm doing, causing me to burn myself slightly.

"Ow" I say blankly, running my finger under cool water.

I look over to see him leaning against the wall chuckling while holding a t-shirt and sweatpants.

"It's not funny, I don't know how to cook" I whine out in a giggle.

He shakes his head in a laugh.

"Here, wear these" He says handing me his clothes. I reluctantly take them. "Thank you very much sir, you have no idea how much I appreciate you doing all this for me" I say sadly. "Don't mention it, your not that unbearable" He says, causing me to roll my eyes and playfully punch his shoulder.

His eyes widen, "oh yeah?" He says jokingly and picks me up as if I weigh nothing (I most definitely don't weigh nothing) and carries me over his shoulder.

"HEY SPENCER PUT ME DOWN" I giggle out and hit his back, causing him to slap my ass making me yelp "ah ah ah" He says placing me down in the bathroom. "Change your clothes then give them to me so I can wash them" He says smiling before shutting the door.

I sigh out with a smile before undressing, taking everything off.

My smile drops when I realize I have to go commando in my professors sweatpants and braless in his t-shirt.

I put the clothing on, it fitting loosely.

I fold my dirty clothes, making sure my bra and panties were hidden to the best of my abilities.

I exit the bathroom and begin to go to the kitchen, but he isn't there, the food is plated and set on the island but he is missing, "Spence?" I call out.

"BOO" He says, grabbing my waist causing me to scream and drop my clothes. "GODDAMIT" I say absolutely terrified making him laugh even harder. " s'not funny" i whine out.

Both of us bending over to pick up my clothes, I freeze when I see him picking up my panties.

"Hmm, lacey blue, so innocent yet so naughty Y/N" I blush really hard, I go to grab my underwear from his hand but he snatches them away, putting them into his pocket and picks up the rest of my clothes.

I stand in the middle of the kitchen, my jaw on the floor. "Spe-" "ah. I'm confiscating those. For reasons I don't need to say!" He says. "But those are my only-" "we can buy you new ones, any ones you'd like." He says, before walking into the laundry room to place my dirty clothes into the washing machine.

"Common, let's eat." He says, walking over to the island and pulling out a chair for me, before sitting next to me.

I take a bite out of the food and moan out in happiness.

"Do you like it?" He asks with a chuckle.

"Mhmm" I say, taking another bite.

I look over awkwardly.

"I-i like food.." I say shyly.

"I can see that, it's cute" He says, making me blush.

After dinner I help clean up.

"I'll do the dishes, you put the leftovers away?" I say. And he nods.

I wash the dishes by hand, but after washing only 2 cups I get ancy and put some music on the TV, Reflections by The Neighborhood starts playing and I start to sing along while doing the dishes.

Swaying my hips to the music.

I hear footsteps behind me and freeze the music pausing too.

"Y'know. You look really good in my clothes sweetheart." He whispers in my ear, causing me to shudder. His hands around my waist.

"Wanna know what you'd look even better in?" He asks seductively.

"W-what?" I whisper out, not daring to turn around.

"In bed! Because it's bedtime!" He says picking me up again.

"But the dishes! There is only one left!" I whine out, kicking my feet, as he holds me bridal style.

"I can do it, sweets" He says sweetly causing me to smile at the pet name.

God he was going to be the death of me.

NO HE IS YOUR PROFESSOR, but he doesn't seem to mind.

He places me in my bed.

Grabbing my care bear and chuckling.

"What.." I say embarrassed.

"Nothing, just pictured you as a hello kitty girl" He chuckles.

"I love hello kitty too, but I had to chose, and Grumpy was the softest one so.." I say realizing I'm rambling.

He hands me the bear and nods.

"Goodnight Y/N" He says, putting the blankets over me and kissing my forehead. I blush.

"Goodnight Spence" I say kissing his cheek.

I fall asleep easily.

#spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x reader smut #dom!spencer #soft dom!spencer #spencer reid smut #spencer reid x plus size reader

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visist · 2 months

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Hear me out, the reader is the S/O of Junkrat, Roadhog, Mauga, and Junker Queen that, with the help of extremely advanced tech of their own making can steal the appearance of the opponents using a mixture between holograms and genetic material for some time. Usually keep their own identity hidden behind a helmet, full body suit, wiping out files, etc. Only entrusting their s/o with such information.

Thanks in advance!! :))

Sorry this is pretty short! I have a work in progress atm :)

Mauga

-❦ Mauga definitely kicks his feet like a little school girl when you show off your sick ass gear.

-❦ He thought you were so badass when you guys first met, probably used the worst pick up line on you. (He was smooth with it though.)

-❦ Let out the most genuine, heartfelt, loving laugh when you expressed how you were nervous about showing him your face. Eventually you felt comfortable enough to reveal your true self to him. He 100% littered your face with kisses.

Junkrat

-❦ Junkrat probably followed you around endlessly after you saved his ass one time.

-❦ Oh he’s after you, won’t give up until you give in. Eventually you did.

-❦ Tried to play it cool when you opened up to him more and took your helmet off, he was absolutely smitten. Probably tinkers with your technology only for you to tell him off and later explain how important it is. He understands but it won’t stop him from trying again, he just wants to look!

Roadhog

-❦ Took a while but you got him to warm up to you, he’s just a giant teddy bear once you get to know him.

-❦ Thinks your equipment is extremely interesting. They don’t have that type of stuff where he’s from so it’s definitely a topic he likes to educate himself on.

-❦ He knows what it’s like to cover your face so he never pressed you about it. When you did take your helmet off and tossed him documents of your background, he gave you a thumbs up and pulled you into a cozy hug.

Junkerqueen

-❦ She thought you were competition at first, you guys were definitely rivals for no reason. When you first showed off your bomb ass tech she was all over you about how fucking cool you looked.

-❦ Odessa fell harddddd after that and declared you guys as the best rivals to step foot into Overwatch.

-❦ Quite a while after you guys started dating you showed her your face and let me tell you she flipped, hyped you up so hard. SHE IS IN LOVE WITH YOUUUUU.

-❦

Took me a while to get the motivation to continue writing this even if it was short. Thank you so much for your request, I had fun with it! I haven’t written for Mauga before so I kept his relatively short

-`♡´- Kisses -`♡´-

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wheredafandomat · 9 months

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Shrink | P5 - Taming the beast

Avenger! Loki x Therapist! Reader

18+ | contains adult stuff okay - same warnings

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Thinking about you, Loki paced his room, biting his lip as he wondered how he was going to get himself out of this predicament. You were his therapist, a good one, he couldn’t simply just tell you that he was sure the only person he wanted to be intimate with was you and that then he’d be all better because then that’d ruin things. Pausing, Loki remembered that you really were a good therapist so perhaps you’d understand this small mishap and be accommodating.

“Come on Loki, don’t be stupid.” He scolded himself, continuing his pacing; there was no way you’d go for that. He had to be smart about this, meticulous. He could say ‘a night with you would cure me’ or he could phrase it more professionally like ‘a night with you, preferably underneath my duvet in the nude which would eventually result in a thorough boinking, would have me right as rain singing to the birds by morning if your hypothesis is right and I just needed to release my sexual frustration’. That way, he’d be using your own words and you’d definitely agree.

“You can’t force her, she has to want you.” He sighed inwardly as he paused at his full length mirror. His eyes met his own as he gazed into it before smiling seductively at himself. Liking what he saw, he bit his lip before ruffling his hair with his hand and looking his reflection up and down. Strangely, it quickly lost its appeal. Sighing loudly, Loki glanced at the discarded flowers left from earlier on during the debacle and decided just like him, they needed watering. Picking them up, he headed to the kitchen for a vase which would likely end up being a tall glass of water.

“How was your date with the lady I saw walking out of here half naked earlier?”

Rolling his eyes as he heard Bucky’s voice, Loki continued imagining how it’d feel to have you above him, like how Darcy was; a thought he quickly realised he should have saved for the safety of his room. “Oookayyy” Bucky continued, noticing that Loki seemed to be ignoring him “hey Loki, you know y/n, do you think I should ask her out?” Bucky questioned, quickly catching Loki’s attention as he tried to hide the tent in his trousers with the glass of water that now had a bouquet of flowers in it. “I mean Ethel was great, what a lady. She reminded me of my youth” Bucky reminisced aloud “but that doctor of yours” he whistled “she is fire.”

This caused Loki to bite his tongue as he fought to keep calm, poised. This midgardian wasn’t worth it.

“Doctor y/l/n is a very busy lady, she won’t have time for drinks with you.” He answered dismissively.

“She’s out of work until it’s definitely safe for her to go back, surely she’ll have time for a drink?”

“No she won—”

“Or maybe we can start straight in her room.” Bucky grinned.

Almost flinging the glass straight at Bucky, Loki placed it down, keeping his hips back as he conjured a dagger before holding it to Bucky’s throat.

“Have care with how you speak about her.” He snarled, nostrils flared as Bucky paled.

“Geez, calm down.” He tried to play it cool, holding his palms up defensively before glancing down and noticing that either Loki was very excited or suddenly extremely well endowed. Noticing Bucky’s wandering gaze, Loki’s eyes rounded as he let him go before storming back to his room with the last shred of dignity he had left after today’s events.

Once he reached his room, Loki lightly punched the wall, wanting to get his frustrations out but not wanting to break the wall, it had done nothing wrong. The images of you came haunting him, reverberating through his mind as he tried to think of anything other than the curve of your ass as you walked away, the swell of your breast whenever you wore a button down blouse, your voice as you spoke to him, your scent, everything drove him insane, it was intoxicating now, he needed you. He needed you gone, he needed you bare, he needed you out of mind, he needed you in his bed, he needed you out of the compound, he needed to feel your skin beneath his hand, he needed to feel your breath against his neck, he needed to feel your soft lips against his own, he needed to drown in you, he needed release.

Before he knew it, Loki was laying in his bed on his back, legs splayed open as he stroked his hard length. His eyes closed as he bucked his hips, imagining he was entering you. He felt like he was on fire, a feeling he had been neglecting, a feeling that made him remember why he had spent so many angsty years alone in his bedroom. He felt foolish for forsaking this side of him, the carnal side, the rabelaisian god side that had accompanied him on many salacious orgies.

He tightened his fist, imagining how it’d feel to have you come undone above him, how you’d look, how you’d sound. He cupped his balls with his other hand, giving them a gentle squeeze causing his cock to twitch. He was leaking precum, he could feel it moistening his hand, adding to the pleasure. The heels of his feet dug into the mattress below him as he imagined himself guiding your movements as you rolled your hips against his. It felt so real, so sinful, so wrong. Palming himself a few more times, he came with a loud groan, his warm seed oozing out of him.

It felt fed now, the prurient incubus tame after the release and yet, he still wanted you. He knew he couldn’t have you, not like that. You were his therapist and he was your client so he couldn’t cross that boundary but seeing you without being able to touch you would soon grow painful, Loki knew that. There was only one way he could end this and that was to end it.

Loki and his post nut clarity 🥲

Forgive Bucky for he knows not what he’s done

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possibilistfanfiction · 11 months

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hey!! saw you reblogging some of your butch bea stuff & just wanted to tell you that it lowkey changed my life and that if you ever want to revisit that universe you’d have at least one very avid & enthusiastic reader. there’s no pressure though — im grateful it exists at all!!

[i am going to be completely honest, i have no idea what this little prompt fill is but i love butch bea sm, it's soft & basically plotless. feeling so normal about her this pride month lol. also some lilith pov for the culture.]

not that you like people, but if you had to pick a favorite, under deep duress, beatrice would be at the top of your list. not that you would ever, ever tell her that, but, unfortunately, you're also pretty certain she knows. and, to your utter horror, you find that you have a reluctant soft spot for ava — you try to contribute it to beatrice being your sister, and therefore ava is basically your sibling-in-law, because they're not married yet but you watched beatrice say goodbye and you watched her grieve and you watched her fall in love, disgustingly, every second of every day, when ava returned. and, sure, ava is steadfast and faithful and far too brave and saved the world, twice, but, like. his relentless optimism and terrible sense of humor is too much sometimes.

but, you remind yourself when you get his text — he's your family too. someone who should have never forgiven you, you remember, like acid leaking in your stomach, but ava has always been too generous. and so you answer with an eye-roll emoji but also I'll be there in ten.

it's not the first day that ava has asked for help, and you're sure it won't be the last, but these days don't happen all that often anymore. you understand, though: your wings ache and sit heavy some nights when you can't sleep, and even if you fly over mountain ranges or tropical fjords or the flat, gorgeous planes of the savannah, deserts and oceans, the world — this admittedly beautiful earth, better than all the heavens — isn't quite enough to hold your sorrow. or, maybe it holds it along with you, and you can't quite put it down.

so you diligently mask your scales with jillian's annoying but very useful tech, and you put on an outfit that nun-you would have deemed inappropriate and nun-beatrice would have blushed furiously at, and teleport from your favorite room, tucked away in the middle of nowhere on a tiny island off the coast of iceland to beatrice and ava's sunny, big house on the beach. it's cool today, though, the day covered in a marine layer that's lingered for months. beatrice looks surprised when you show up in their kitchen, where she's staring off into space while, apparently, very slowly unloading the dishwasher. ava says hello from the living room, where you assume they're on the couch with korra by their side.

'hello, lilith.'

you pop a fresh grape into your mouth from the bowl sitting there in lieu of greeting.

'those are for ava,' beatrice says, and her hands shake and you can tell from the set of her shoulders that ava was right, that the world stings in your palms and up your spine, and sometimes you just need someone to see you through it until it calms.

'he can share,' you say, eat another one and swipe the bowl with beatrice scowling after you as you walk into the living room. ava is, unexpectedly, watching some reality tv drivel — so what if you're caught up on all ten seasons of vanderpump rules, it reminds you of hell if anyone asks — but she smiles sincerely when you hand her the bowl, one you're pretty certain beatrice had sculpted and glazed with her own hands.

'i can share a few,' ava says, and you don't bother to stop yourself from scratching korra's head in greeting when ava nods. you can admit that korra is awesome; she has loyalty to ava but at least you can understand that one. she's wearing a hoodie you know is beatrice's favorite, so it's ava's favorite too, and a beanie; ava hadn't mentioned it, but you know on really bad days her body has trouble regulating its internal temperature too — and if the pile of blankets at the foot of the couch is anything to go by, you're guessing that's happening too.

'you've looked better.'

ava rolls her eyes and beatrice flicks you on the back of the head. 'so have you,' ava says, but you look hot and so you know by that lackluster insult she really is in a good deal of pain.

'ava's back is bad today,' beatrice says, as if that wasn't completely obvious from the way ava has a heating pad and special pillow and is propped up on the couch with korra attentively lying next to her, ready to get anything or alert if she needs to.

'lots of hand spasms,' ava says, 'which are the worst, who knew?'

the only reason you refrain from making a dirty joke is because you'd never want them to think you have ever, for one moment, thought about their sex life. 'well, i'm taking beatrice for a bit,' you say, which is just what ava asked for, 'so maybe some heavier duty pain meds and a nap? we can bring you a late lunch.'

you feel beatrice stiffen behind you. 'i need to be here today,' she says, clipped and anxious. 'what if ava —'

'what if i what, bea?' ava says, without any malice, but with a glint in her eye that even you know to be careful of. 'i just need to sleep today and watch some stupid tv. we can go through all my rehab exercises in the evening again, like we always do.'

beatrice's jaw is clenched, and she bites her bottom lip.

'bea,' ava says, and reaches for her hand, and, not for the first time at all, do you feel a little out of place. lonely, and sad, and aching: they are in love, however much it annoys you. there's a care there that you're fairly certain you will never have, and never be able to give.

'a few hours, beatrice,' you say. 'that's all.'

ava had texted that beatrice had been losing track of time and tasks all morning, which is a sign you'd all started to understand as a bad ptsd day, not infrequently leading to a panic attack or a flashback if she's left to her own devices. usually, they won't have bad days at the same time, some divine knowledge of something, but today the stars hadn't lined up.

but beatrice sighs and then nods: she knows herself, knows when her brain is misfiring or misaligned, when things aren't quite as real as they should be. ava's hands are in painful, involuntary fists and so it's up to you today, to hold beatrice's through it.

'great, now that that's settled,' you say, when she offers nothing else. you take her wrist and, just for fun, teleport her right into the middle of the ocean, until she's spluttering and yelling but then, blessedly, lets out a laugh. you teleport her right back to her shower and even ava is grinning from inside. 'get ready,' you tell her, throw a towel at her from the neat stack in their patio bin. 'see you in fifteen.'

'don't have too much fun catching up on vanderpump rules without me,' she says, color back in her cheeks and a clarity seeping into her eyes.

'i hate that show.'

'sure,' she says, dismissing you with a wave of her hand, and, fine, you do join ava on the couch, but it's only because he's high and divulges, eagerly, beatrice's latest cooking mishap. beatrice comes in from their bedroom a few minutes later, looking a little steadier still, in soft, tailored pants and an oversized t-shirt, tucked in precisely. she's put contacts in and has sunglasses slipped into the collar of her shirt, a thick, fancy watch on her wrist. ava, even in a lot of pain, looks like they might start drooling. 'great.' you fling a pair of pristine birkenstocks at beatrice, who catches them with a scowl, 'you look fine to be in public. let's go.'

'bye, baby,' ava says, frustratingly unfazed by you. beatrice smiles, gently, her eyes clear for the moment when all she has to focus on is ava, and kisses her forehead, gently cups her jaw in her hand. 'love you, have fun.'

'i love you too,' beatrice says.

'no fun,' you say, and ava's still laughing as you touch beatrice's elbow and teleport on your way.

'this is my sister, lilith,' beatrice introduces, and, like, whatever, your heart swells in your chest and you feel warm and kind. you sink into it — only for a moment.

'nice to meet you,' beatrice's barber says, offering her hand with a genuine, easy smile, not batting an eye that you and beatrice look absolutely nothing alike; you feel warm and kind again when you think about beatrice talking about you as her sister to people you've never met, that you matter to her enough to mention. 'i'm xavi.'

'xavi, cool.'

beatrice sits down in the chair, comfortable and present, even though her hands still shake, but it's clear that this is a space she's always been made to feel safe. somewhere she's always been made to feel seen, which you realized, over the past few years, she had never had, despite how much you had — and still do — still love her.

'same thing, bea?' xavi asks.

bea nods. 'you can take the skin fade up a little higher, i think. it just grows so fast.'

xavi nods. 'sounds good.'

and it's not like you don't spend a fair amount of your time with beatrice and ava, because they live somewhere beautiful and it brings you deep joy to annoy them, and, like, drag brunches and queer bars are admittedly very fun, but to see your sister just be is kind of moving. and maybe she realizes that too, that it's special you're here, that it's special you're allowed to be here, in this space that is very much hers, the quiet hum of the clippers in the background, while she chats with her barber about the latest ridiculous episodes of love island — which, yes, you have watched; yes, you do participate in the conversation after beatrice includes you immediately, because you're only so strong and it's always been a summer tradition of yours to watch nightly — and they laugh together. you laugh too, and then all of a sudden beatrice is crying, and xavi turns the clippers off carefully. beatrice snakes a hand out from under her cape and tries to wipe her eyes.

'i apologize,' she says, really trying to get it under control. 'i — sorry.'

'she's having a weird day,' you offer, and beatrice nods with a sniffle. you don't bother to explain further — that's beatrice's to tell, if she ever wants to — but it seems to calm beatrice a little bit.

'sorry,' she says again. 'i — i'm just happy to be here,' she says, adds a quiet, 'as i am,' and xavi just squeezes her shoulder.

'i'm happy about that too.'

beatrice lets out a big breath and steadies herself; you feel relieved too that you won't have to deal with a panic attack in the middle of a barber shop while beatrice's hair isn't nearly faded properly. 'i never cry.'

you roll your eyes. 'if by "never" you mean five to ten times a week...'

beatrice shoots you a glare through the mirror and you just grin, all teeth.

xavi laughs a little and turns the clippers back on. 'it's okay,' she says. 'you're secret's safe with me.'

admittedly, beatrice's hair does look great, a clean fade and a little messy pomade on top, but you've already complimented her on this haircut twice so you're certainly not doing that again. you walk with her along the street her barbershop is on, that she knows well and it hits you quietly that you know it well too. you don't have a home — you haven't had a home in a while — but this might come close.

years ago, before the war, before all of it, on a bad day the two of you would go at it for hours sparring, blood on your knuckles and along your teeth and once mother superion had been irate when you got such a good shot in beatrice's eye was swollen shut for days — but there is no war anymore. there are small battles, but beatrice hasn't fought since she got hurt; even though she's better now, with a sturdy rod down her femur and scars that don't seem to bother her much down her abdomen, you think, unofficially, that she's not ever going to fight again.

you don't have the same fate, you know, but for today you look beautiful in an easy bright blue shift dress and sunglasses, your hair dark and long, and beatrice's hands have stopped shaking.

'sushi?' you ask, a reach, maybe, but when she smiles you know you were right.

it makes you realize, too, when you sit down at a restaurant you've come to so many times with her — and ava, too — that you know the server, who greets you both by name and brings you shishito peppers and spicy edamame without you even having to order. beatrice relaxes in her chair after a second on the patio, lets out another deep breath.

'all right?'

she takes her sunglasses off and nods. 'thank you.'

you shake your head. 'you're my sister.'

you mean it: i have not forgotten who you are; i have not forgotten who i am. you mean it: i love you. even if the words get stuck in your chest, even if you can't quite say them — you mean it.

'plus,' you say, 'you're paying, and i'm ordering the best sake on the menu.'

she laughs, bright and easy, and shrugs. 'you know the catholic church and my horrible parents are footing the bill anyway. we should order whatever we want.'

you remember when you were nineteen and beatrice was brand new to the ocs, how much you felt frustrated by her, deeply: she was earnest, and so serious, and very hurt, but kind in a way you never could be. the pressure sat heavy on both of your shoulders, but she held it with grace. 'could you have imagined this life when we first met?'

she seems as surprised by your question as you are that you even asked it, but her smile is easy and she runs a hand along her buzzed hair with a laugh. 'i think i would have had a heart attack if anyone had told me even a sliver of what my life is now.'

you wait a beat but then you do laugh, because it's true. your server brings you your sake and some sashimi you'd ordered, along with some scallops that are your favorite. ava sends a text in the group chat the three of your have — which you refuse to really participate in, but fine — saying that she's doing fine, that she had to take a fever reducer but korra's been on top of anything she needed to get so ava hasn't had to try to get up, that the protein smoothie beatrice had made her had been fine and she's just going to try to sleep some more. it makes beatrice relax even more, palpably, and you understand, in some way.

'you've retired, haven't you?'

she calmly swallows her tuna and then puts down her chopsticks. 'fighting? yes.'

it's simple and it's big and it's quiet. you knew already.

'but i'll be around. you know i enjoy research, archival, collaborations with jillian. i'm not — this will always be part of my life.' it's unspoken too: you will always be part of my life. and you know she means it.

'good,' you say, and for the first time in longer than you can really remember it feels like you're able to offer a benediction.

her eyes are soft as the clouds burn off, finally, as the afternoon turns warm. 'i — i want to live a long life.'

you can't say anything, but you can nod. you want that too — for her, for all of you. 'plus,' you say, 'ava was even worse than normal when you got blown up.'

she rolls her eyes, as glad for the levity as you are. you drink more sake and order more sushi and laugh as you watch people walk by on the street and beatrice offers — delightfully and playfully kind of mean — commentary about some of them. she's been your person for a long time, you remember, her gentleness despite bullets and arrows and bombs, despite holy wars, despite knuckles — yours, or hers, or both — split open to the bone. beatrice holds her chopsticks easily, steadily, and the scars on the tops of her hands shine white in the sun, but they've faded. you can only see them if you know where to look.

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #yknow i am always sososo normal abt found family but especially during pride #sisters!#prince & ollie here u go ur girl #butch bea 🥺🫡#who knows. not me. thank u for this kind ask tho anon :)

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skzcollision · 10 months

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churchboy!felix x afab!reader (6/7)

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genre: fluff, smut, teen angst

synopsis: certain expectations come with being a pastor’s daughter. in everyone’s eyes you are a properly behaved girl, albeit rather timid. according to your parents, you aren’t as devoted to the church as you should be. they entrust you to an old family friend’s son, deeming him to be a good influence. these circumstances bring you two closer together and stir up all kinds of emotions.

MINORS DNI

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Fear has caught up to you now.

Your resolve to leave that life behind had blinded you initially. Every single morning, feeling as though you were waking up in somebody else’s house, despite those four walls being the ones you grew up in. The people who raised you, complete strangers. Your entire life planned ahead of you, and you having no say in it.

It made sense to want to leave, it made sense to want to try.

But the reality of it all is finally sinking in. You are out on your own for the first time in forever. This is the situation you have thrust yourself in, and you either commit to it—or you choke.

That first night, after your falling out with your mother, Felix drives you into the city. He holds your hand, tells you everything is going to be okay, and even that is not enough to calm your turmoil.

His sister is kind enough to let you stay with her in the meantime before the semester starts and you move into your dorm.

“Here,” he pushes into the bedroom, carrying a pile of clothes. “Some extra… stuff.” He chews on his bottom lip with worry at your blank expression.

“Thanks,” you reply quietly, making a feeble attempt to smile.

It does nothing to quell him. He rushes to your side and gently pulls you into his arms, fingers lazily scratching at your scalp as you lean against his chest. “We’ll go back, when they’re– when it’s safe. And then we’ll grab your things.”

You nod wordlessly. A shiver runs through your body, still shaken and recovering from crying nearly the entire way there, and he hugs you tighter.

“Are you– you’re staying, right?” Your blood-shot eyes settle on Felix’s face, shadowed and lined with concern.

“Yes,” he nods vigorously. “Of course, I’m staying.” With a kiss to your forehead, he whispers, “I’m never leaving your side, remember?”

You lie together, just like you always have—warm bodies pressed against one another, leaving no space in between. He kisses your face, grazes his fingers along your arm, until both of you slip into your slumbers.

Felix does not pry nor does he expect you to talk about it at all. You try to make things go back to normal—and they do, somewhat, on a surface level.

Both of you fall back into your playful dynamic, and even adjust swimmingly to your temporary living arrangement. But neither of you can deny the shift in the air or the upset beneath your facade.

You are as physically close as can be, and yet you have never felt so far away. Separated by a barrier that wasn’t there before, the distance growing bigger and bigger, and him, powerless to stop it.

Even so, he plans to keep this up until you are ready to fully open up to him.

“Do you need help?”

You shake your head no, pulling on the tab to open the car door. “I’m not gonna grab everything.”

“Alright, give me a call if you need anything.”

It’s dim and cool when you enter the house. Even though you and Felix made sure to come by at a time when your parents would be at work, you immediately race up the stairs to your room, filled with a sense of urgency.

Everything is exactly where you left them, save for the fresh batch of laundry in the basket. You get to work, stuffing those clothes into a duffel bag and any other personal belongings—you never owned much to begin with. You also sneak into your father’s bureau, collecting any important documents you may need to present to the school’s administration.

Once you are certain you haven’t missed anything, you quietly make your way back down.

That is when you notice someone is sleeping on the sofa in the living room.

It’s your mother. She is deep in her slumber, you can tell by the way her mouth hangs ajar. A cold compress rests on her forehead. She must have called in sick from work. Sometimes she would get these really bad migraines.

The creaking of the old wooden floors don’t concern you as your mother has always been a heavy sleeper. You pad over to her, staring upon her sleeping face. You always thought that she looked the most peaceful when unconscious.

Although you can’t help but notice how perturbed she looks now; a scowl on her face, thin lips pulled tight and brows drawn together. She looks older than when you last saw her, and two weeks haven’t passed yet.

A sudden wave of anger rushes through you. Here you are worrying about her, when she hasn’t even bothered to check with you since then.

You wanted to believe that your parents still loved you, even if it was in their own sick and twisted way—but after everything that you’ve been through, you know that’s not the case.

“All I ever wanted from you was–“ You hiccup a sob, cheeks glistening with tears. “Was for you to just be my mom,” you bristle, voice trembling at her unmoving face.

It is as pointless as talking to a brick wall. She doesn’t hear you, and she never will. You furiously swipe at your face with the back of your arm, sniffling.

You take a moment to collect yourself before heading back to Felix’s car.

“That’s everything?”

You nod, clicking in your seatbelt. “Hey, do your parents know about, um– all of this?”

He gazes toward the familiar street. “Well they do know that something happened, and that we’re both staying with my sister.”

“And they’re okay with it? They’re okay with me?”

Your parents may be a lost cause, but you still want Felix’s to think positively of you.

“Yeah, yeah, they’re fine. They’re not, uh–“

“They’re not like my parents.”

He pauses, pursing his lips. “That’s… not what I was going to say. I meant like, hardcore or– or you know, like really strict.”

“And that’s exactly what my parents are,” you speak through a hollow laugh. Hands playing with the straps of your bag, you avert your gaze. “I see you with them, and your siblings… and I want that too. Always have.”

Your eyes drift back to him when his fingers come up to stroke your hair, a gloomy look in his stare. It is not the type that makes you feel pitied or pathetic. Something even worse plummets to the pit of your stomach.

Felix is deeply unhappy. You see it in his eyes—those beautiful, brown eyes that once sparkled every time you looked into them, now surrounded by darkness from lack of sleep, and containing nothing but feigned joy.

You did this to him.

“It kills me,” your name has never sounded so sad coming out of his mouth.

On a typical night like this, you put on a series and settle yourselves on the couch.

You pull away from him abruptly, getting up halfway through an episode. His hand travels to your wrist. “Where you going?”

Distracted by the action on the screen, you falter momentarily. "Wait, I'm gonna get an ice cream."

“Oh, you want ice cream,” his voice drops an octave, adopting a playful tone. “I have one for you."

"Huh," you look back in time to catch the downward flicker of his eyes, matching the suggestive tone in his words. It takes a moment for you to register as your gazes lock. When you do, the nearest pillow is in your hand and you’re bonking him across the head several times with it. "You are such a pervert," you giggle at his absurd behaviour.

“Ow!” Felix cowers, crossing his arms over himself and shouting, "okay, okay, I'm sorry!"

You move past the couch, making your way into the kitchen. "You want one?"

"Which one, an ice cream? Or a…” He jokes again, sounding like he's about to laugh.

You whip your head around to see him faced towards you on the couch, beaming and waggling his brows depravedly. With that pillow still in your hand, you march towards him menacingly.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding!" He swerves to avoid your hits, hands coming to grip your shoulders.

Shaking your head with laughter, you turn back, finally getting a serious response from him, “and I’m good, thanks.”

There has always been mischief hiding behind that angel face of his, it becomes apparent when you two are alone like this. Although he’s been showing off that side of him a lot more lately, you know he is only trying to make you feel better.

That much is clear when he sees you coming out of the shower with a zoned out face and starts randomly attacking you with tickles despite only being in a towel.

With your mouth full of chocolatey caramel goodness, you curl yourself back against Felix. Both of you fall silent, attention more or less on the plot of the show.

When he speaks, it's so close to your ear, a shiver rolls down your spine. "Can I have a bite?"

You look at him incredulously over your shoulder, chuckling underneath your breath. "Lix, I asked you if you wanted one."

"Okay, never mind then." He says stoically, eyes returning to the screen.

Feeling bad now, you offer to feed him. "Here."

He wags his head in refusal, clearly putting on a show. "No, I'm okay."

With a roll of your eyes, you shove the bar against his mouth. "Just eat it."

The chocolate exterior cracks beneath his teeth as he indulges himself on a bite. It's quiet again as you share the ice cream bar, down to the last morsel.

As you're licking your lips free of the sticky residue the chocolate and cream left behind, you feel a cold pair of lips on the back of your neck. A few sensual kisses here and there, leaving the area wet and chilly.

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

"Felix..." You hum, pressing further into his touch. A throaty moan slips from your mouth when he shifts over to the side of your neck and bites into the skin, a pleasant kind of pain, followed by soothing licks and nibbles.

Your vision gets blurry, from the pleasure you assume, but you quickly realize that they're tears. You blink them back, attempting to swallow down the lump in your throat. It is as if you have floated out of your body, and you are looking down, watching this very moment. He’s been grasping onto you tightly all this time, even when you don’t have the strength to hold him back—blindly staying by your side and expecting nothing in return.

Your body starts moving on its own. Sliding down onto your knees in front of Felix, you paw at the growing erection over his joggers.

He says your name, jumping back in surprise. "Wait, are you sure?" A hand comes up to smooth back your hair. "I really was just kidding."

Lifting your eyes to meet his, that are filled with trepidation and doubt, you nod your head. "Felix, I really want you in my mouth."

He should know better—you both should, considering the circumstances, your unresolved issues looming over your heads like a dark cloud, but it isn’t the fact that he’s been fantasizing about you in this position for the longest time; if it were, he’d stop things from going further. It’s the ring of torment in your voice and the earnest look in your wet eyes that throw his logic out of the window.

A twisted combination of sexual desire and sadness grips you both as you take his length into your mouth.

There is a certain kind of desperation with the way you grasp onto each other, fingers tangled in your hair as his hands cradle your cheeks, yours gripping his thighs as your mouth does unspeakable things to his cock. It is not the usual kind that possesses you at the very first touch, nor at the brink of an orgasm, but rather a distressing kind.

When he’s almost there, he looks at his surroundings through slitted eyes, hips withdrawing from you. “Hold o- on… don’t wanna make a mess.”

You whine, pressing down onto him until your nose is poking his abdomen. His fingers caress your cheek, and you exchange glances of understanding.

“Let me finish in your mouth, pretty baby?” He rasps out, his breathing unstable.

With your tongue on the slit of his tip and a moan of approval, his release spurts into your mouth in warm, thick ropes. The taste is not particularly pleasant, but because it comes from him, you take every single drop you can manage.

He sucks off the remaining beads dripping down your chin before groaning into your mouth, kissing you fully.

You begin crying immediately. Feelings of pure bliss and satiation usually arose after these intimate moments with Felix. You shouldn’t be feeling this empty, not when the love of your life is right here in front of you, holding you, kissing you.

This pushes him to tears as well, because no amount of effort is enough to erase your sorrow. Because there is an empty space in your heart, that even he, try as he might, could not fill.

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author’s note: lmao so ok, i decided to just do one more part after this bc this one was getting a lil long. also it just makes more sense to end it here and split it? clearly didn’t plan this well enough lol anyway, stay tuned guys ;)

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kaylovessoda · 2 months

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Expect the Unexpected

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Gang Leader Matt x Gang Leader Fem!Reader

Summary: When you’re a world-renowned gang leader, you will soon face a rival gang run by Matt Sturniolo. You both cross paths leading to a messy fight of love.

Warnings: Mentions of death and murder. Mentions of trafficking, knives being used, hitting, swearing, and choking. Overall, it's a little dark, so be warned.

A/n: Part two will have smut but I thought I would give you more background and plot for now before the fun stuff happens.

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Y/N’S POV

I walk these streets daily night or day, though usually I am killing people who deserve to die. The people I kill are kidnappers and anyone else who is involved with such people. I deal with anyone harming others to make money. I run the most famous gang in the east…well until Matt Sturniolo came along. He made sure I knew he was not someone to mess with. But he knows little to nothing about me. Most men I meet don’t get to live to tell him that I am not the man he thinks I am. Matt thinks I'm the normal-looking man who runs a gang, whatever that means. I am far from it, to be exact I'm not a man at all. I have killed far more men than even work for Matt. He underestimates who I am. I am walking down this alley playing as a harmless civilian. I keep my identity from even my gang members, I don’t risk it at all. For all these years the men below me think I am a man but they have never met me and those who have feared me too much to even think I am a woman. Plus with all this money I can do just about anything to make myself more like a man not that I care but it is the safer option. Though more recently I have stopped, I don't care enough anymore.

Walking in this alley is a plan to get Matt to know me well… the person I would be if I wasn’t a gang leader or serious killer. One of my men told me he would be in the area so I thought I would play the helpless victim to win him over. Oh right, my gang is trying to take Mr. Sturniolo’s down so this is just the start.

Right on cue three men come out and are aiming to attack me for money or to make money. These scums think they are the shit but they are at the bottom and honestly mean nothing to us at the top. Well, time to play the victim I scream and try to run but one grabs me and holds a knife to my throat.

“What a pretty lady,” The man says into my ear. I let tears stream down my face crying in fear, but it's all fake. I live for this game and it gets my heart racing.

“Fuck you…you are worthless,” I choke out which hits his ego he holds the knife closer to my throat.

“Let her go jackass.” a man speaks from the building above. It’s Matt. Holy shit it worked god this man is so stupid.

“Mr. Sturniolo what about the money,” the man holding the knife to my throat croaks out seemingly nervous.

“I don’t give a fuck let her go,” Matt speaks like he is spitting venom at the man. The man loosens his grip and I stumble out of his grip onto the alleyway ground still sobbing fakely. Matt makes his way down to me and helps me up.

“Thank you… you saved my life,” I let out a sob looking up at him. I have never been this close to him. It's exhilarating. I could kill him right here but that's no fun.

“No problem sweetheart,” Matt says eyeing me like I'm some fucking piece of candy. He is just as disgusting as all these other men.

I start to walk to my car which is not mine since I have to be careful and I drive “home”. It's not my real house but I have to take everything into account when dealing this such a huge fucking mission. Matt had followed me to this house which I knew but I acted like I didn’t. I don’t look like the person who would even get into this type of situation. I stand out if I'm being honest, I carry myself very well and I'm also covered in tattoos. I have to play it simple and cool.

MATT’S POV

These fucking men are making me look like a complete idiot. Why the fuck are they trying to kidnap some girl to make money. These fucking morons. After this lady is home I'm killing them. I stand on the roof watching them hold a knife to her throat… pathetic. She is crying and letting out choked sobs, these men are not working for me anymore they are dead. I make my way down to help her and pick her up from the ground. She looks like she is faking it almost, not like a normal civilian would. Her eyes show some sort of hunger or anger I can't tell. She hurriedly says thank you and rushes to her car. I now notice the tattoos covering her body and how well they fit her. After she drives off, I go to kill the men standing near me in this dimly lit alley and call some people to deal with their bodies. I went to follow the woman whom I just saved, well sort of she looked like she could take them down, maybe it was the fear or sudden attack that forbade her…I don’t know.

“Clean these bodies,” I say into my phone calling a higher figure one of my many workers, dropping the location.

I walk down the alley and find my jet-black car sitting at the end of the street under a dim light. The roads glimmer due to the light rain that falls from the sky. After driving for a bit I found the car of the girl I just helped out. I climbed on the deck and watched her cook dinner for herself. Something about her drew me in, I need to know more.

Y/N’S POV

Well it's been weeks since I last saw Matt. I’ve had to play this fucking character for like three weeks and still having to lead my gang its been tough. I know he is keeping tabs on me. I have seen him here and there, always on Thursdays so that must be his day to himself or when he deals with less gang-wise. I just this to be over with I want him dead so I can stop playing this fucking character and go back to doing my job. Why the fuck does he have to make this so hard I should have killed him the night I met him. I am currently on a mission to kill this CEO who runs a trafficking ring while my workers deal with the actual ring and save the girls and boys who are being trafficked. I am currently making my way to his office since I scheduled a meeting so I can talk to this scum of the earth guy so I can kill him when he gets home. My best friend and the only person who knows my identity makes sure the cameras are spliced so they don’t ever see me come in or out. I make sure no one sees me and I come right on time so no one sees me walk down the back hallways into his office. I need to play my part well to make sure I secure a good impression to find out his schedule but not good enough so he talks about me.

“Hello, it's nice to finally meet you, sir,” I say quite frankly smiling fakely which he seems to only notice because of the way I'm dressed. Using his fucking Imagination to basically undress me while I walk in. I’m so glad I get to kill this motherfucker myself so fucking gross.

“Hello, Victoria, right?” He replies smiling brightly. I internally laugh since the fake name shit worked and all the planning it took to make this shit fucking work.

“Yeah, thanks for being able to meet with me at such a busy time.” I joke sitting down across from him while he sits behind his desk.

We talk about the business and the fake reason I'm even sitting in the psycho's chair in the first place. I was to meet with him about conducting some new sales and branching out to other departments throughout the city. I'm so glad I can just do anything to catch these people and make them believe anything about who they think I am. Soon, just like I wanted, he tells me more personal things and we get to his busy schedule and what he has planned for the week and I find out he is staying home on Thursday to go to the doctor. At this point I'm bored and I know what I need to do so I make an excuse to leave and head back to the office building quickly and undetected. After thinking for I bit on how to kill this guy I realize Thursday is the one day Matt looks for me and that's when I have to act like a fucking civilian. I called my best friend and asked her what I should do.

“Hey, Y/n what's up?” My best friend Luna asks, confused.

“Hey so we have a bit of a mix-up, the CEO is free Thursday two weeks from now but that's the day Matt stalks me so I don’t know how to go about this mission,” I say casually into the phone while I start my car.

“Oh shit well, this is fucked huh?” She laughs, clearly thinking on the other side of the phone.

“Could you take care of the CEO shit for me?” I ask focusing on the road as I drive back to my mansion which I haven’t been to in weeks due to Matt fucking stalking the shit out of me, what a fucking creep.

“I guess… I haven’t done that shit in so long Y/n. I usually stick to cameras and technology.” She laughs playfully. I can hear her clicking away probably researching this CEO guy and what he is about.

“You got it, we both did it all in the beginning.” I tease, letting out a slight laugh.

“Okay fine just for you boss.” She teases back. I laugh and we wish our goodbyes and hang up while I pull into my driveway.

I missed this place I wanted to come home for so long, it's been three fucking weeks and the only reason I am here now is Matt won't see me this Thursday due to a big mission he has planned for his gang. I love knowing everything he is doing and that he knows jack shit about me. It makes me feel so powerful and the advantage I have over him is just great and it makes me smile. I walk into my dimly lit home, it is dark and the windows show into the forest surrounding my home. I missed my bookshelves and reading corner by the huge bay window lying on the east side of the house into the woods. I love the staircase that leads up to my bedroom personal library and guest rooms which are never filled with guests. I decorated my home to match my job, dark and mysterious, I love it. I make my way up the stairs to my bedroom to finally sleep in my bed. I lay down and check the time which reads 1:03 am of fucking course. Doing what I do for a living you never go to bed at a reasonable time. I fell asleep.

A few days have passed. It is now Thursday, I am currently laying in bed reading some book I started before I went after Matt or decided to. Matt is currently busy with some of his gang members going after this bank manager who has been scamming the big companies they work with or some shit, I don’t care. I read for a bit longer when my phone gets a notification I know all too well, the cameras catch something in my home that I use as a cover to make Matt think I'm a civilian. I look at the cameras and see Matt standing on the back porch…oh fuck. What the fuck he is doing there. I'm not surprised he made time to make a quick visit but at this time it is shocking. I rush to the car and make my way to the house. When I reach the street my camera gets another alert..he broke into the house. I quickly make my way to the house and inside. I am as quiet as possible and luckily it works. I find the stairs and start climbing them, I know every inch of this house and how everything works. I know what stairs creak and which ones don’t. Once I reach the top of the steps I notice my bedroom door ajar. I stalk my way over the door quietly pushing it open. The sight my eye focuses on is Matt back to me looking in the closet which holds some of my gear and equipment to help with missions for the gang. I pull out my knife and swiftly make my way towards him. I quickly make a fool out of him holding him against myself while he stands in shock.

“Don’t fucking move an inch I will kill you no doubt.“ I snarl with a smirk plastered on my face.

“I knew you couldn’t be a normal person,” he remarks.

“Yet, I planned this all to happen and you fell right into it. What a fucking dumbass.” I say in a snarky tone, laughing gently as I hold the knife closer to his throat which causes a wince across his face.

“Who do you work for?” He questions.

“Oh your rivals, I'm here to bring you down,” I comment with a slight smirk still evident on my face.

“You couldn’t do this by yourself, your boss probably doesn’t care if you die.” He laughs which causes me to laugh since he is dead wrong.

“I’ve done my research on you and you know nothing about me… how fun,” I replied.

“I bet you found nothing on me when you tried to look… want to know why?” I whisper into his ear, I can feel him shutter a bit.

“I’m the fucking leader.” I let the words fall from my lips. Matt lets out a sigh or a breath from holding his breath.

“Fuck.” he whispers out.

“I want you dead so how do you want to play along, want me to do it quickly or stall,” I say pulling him into a chair and tying him to it.

“Why are you doing this?” He asks quickly, clearly worried.

“Your gang is a fucking mess. The people that work for you traffic girls and boys to make money which my people have to deal with.” I spit out at him.

“I don’t fucking control them, or even work with them,” he says looking at me like it has been the first time all over again. I stand a foot from him and lean over so our faces are inches apart.

“And that's your fucking problem,” I say annoyed, some anger filling my body. I slap him, he lets out a clear sigh knowing he probably deserved that.

I let him collect himself and he looks back at me and I almost feel bad. I can see him thinking about how he wants to get away from this situation.

“Bet you didn’t expect me to be leading your rival gang huh Matt?” I remark looking directly at me.

“Fuck not really… Everyone tells me you're a man, obviously, speculation since I learned only two people have ever seen you and your face.” He says looking down like he is ashamed.

“Expect the unexpected Matt Sturniolo. Though those who see my wonderful face do die by my arms.” I say looking at him, when his head shoots up and he realizes I'm not kidding about killing him.

Unexpectedly Matt flies out of the chair in a matter of seconds and grips my throat forcefully pushing into the wall, making a dent for sure. He smirks, seemingly enjoying himself. How the hell did he get out of the ties, I glare at him.

“Expect the unexpected.” He laughs vengefully. The air in my throat gets caught and I start to cough, even though his hand around my neck makes it hard. I can’t let him get away with this. I need to make sure I put a stop to his gang.

A/n: I had so much fun writing this shit and that's why I couldn't make it just one part! Hope you guys like this and I hope to write more things like this so let me know! Part two soonnn 🤭

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xxnomadsxx · 3 months

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Nomads AU! that before timeline I’ve been procrastinating but now I have to finish…Sorry

Once all the bros (plus Poppy) get on Rhonda Branch immediately regrets coming along. His brothers immediately try to get to know him, which starts out wrong as they ask him a bunch of very personal questions but over the trip he starts to actually get along with his brothers (he could do without the babying) but he starts to relight that hope of getting his brothers back as he and them are getting along!(finally)..until he finds out how Floyd is trapped

He didn’t actually hear the plan on how to save Floyd, all he heard was “Floyd in danger” but now he has to sing?!?! He quickly denies singing and says he will get Floyd out of there and they can sing and save him. The bros are shocked why is Bitty B acting like this he loves to sing. Poppy makes the situation worse because she keeps questioning him on it and why he is grey (and lowkey kinda insulting him) She then says stuff like “your a pop troll you have to sing it’s who you are!!” or “why are you being so grey about this come on can’t you just try and be happy.” The bros don’t interfere in the two fighting as they are talking amongst themselves on what they would do since Branch isn’t going to sing…Eventually they decide “Hey if we practice as a family I bet bitty b will realize how good it is to sing as a family again” then John breaks out the Brozone stuff they get there band gear together…John immediately tries to have Branch wear a diaper and Branch threatens to hit him (yea not the best move Johnny) so the band tries to practice but Branch just sorta sits to the side. Then John stops the song and gets on everyone’s case then complains that branch needs to start singing which Branch denies (this looks bad but to be fair he hasn’t sung in years because of his grandma and him thinking his singing is the reason the band broke up he doesn’t want anyone to leave because of it) Then Clay would speak up call John bossy blah blah blah say branch is scarier and taller now blah blah licensed cpa blah blah then the argument ends with the brothers saying “after we rescue Floyd we go our separate ways” this absolutely smothered whatever hope he had at the brothers coming back in his life. I mean they had the audacity to beg him to perform with them then once he thinks they can be a family again they want to…. TO ABANDON HIM AGAIN!!???!!!?!!! He absolutely loses it on them (rightfully so) they left him and didn’t come back, they left him to die ,they left grandma to die by the very thing he hates, they left him to be outcasted to be forced to fight to SURVIVE every single day, to be scared of EVERYTHING to lead a village to make acts he’s ashamed of… them leaving CAUSED EVERYTHING..when he tells them what he went through that he’s “sorry” he wants his family back the only family he had left and that he honestly whishes they just never showed up on his doorstep, that they should just pretend he is dead like they’ve done for 20 years so he can leave there lives completely…

Branch leaves the bus to get promptly chased down by Poppy (who currently got slapped in the face of reality and how bad Branch’s life is, and currently is having her world shattered that he LIVED IN THE VILLAGE!! And no ever talked about him how he and his suffering was forgotten and ignored by EVERYONE!!) she chases him down asking him if he is ok and Ned’s to talk about it (she’s learning!!!!) Branch immediately tells her to leave just like everyone else has in the past.. and Poppy was surprised by his answer. She said she wouldn’t leave him that she needs to make this right for what her people did and that he needs help to get Floyd. Branch (reluctantly) agrees with her and they go to save Floyd

After they did a bunch of cool breakin stuff they would get to the dressing room lo and behold Floyd!! immediately Branch goes down to greet his brother …….who didn’t recognize him (to be fair Branch looks completely deranged and wildly different) at this point I wouldn’t blame the guy if he just started crying, I mean I would. Poppy trying to fix the situation would tell Floyd it was Branch (who currently look distraught and reeeelllyyy sad) Floyd was shocked to say the least and quickly tried to push down his many MANY burning questions as he tried to hug his brother through the wall separating them, Branch does hug back! but then Velvet and Veneer come in and quickly break up the moment as Branch quickly tackles Poppy off the table swinging them to the vent before they where spotted.

At this point Velvet and Veneer had the brothers and were going to kill them at this rate with how much they were being used! Until- Branch came out of nowhere attacking Velvet (Branch can fight, we know he can fight why didn’t he fight during the actual fight in the movie it was basically a game of keep away!?!?) he would get the diamonds out of Velvet as Poppy and Viva get veneer (I forgot to mention viva showed up) Gristle and Bridget weren’t at the show since the whole Bergen thing hasn’t come up yet sooooo… Anyway Branch knows the only way to save his now dying brother from his diamond cage is to sing so he does for the first time in 20 years he sings so do the rest of the brothers (Branch actually feels happy for the first time in a while) He gets more vibrantly colorful as he sings feeling loved by his family(still grey just lighter) anyway harmony was harmoning and they saved Floyd..,,till he dropped to the ground and looking very translucent. The brothers go to Floyd. Branch confesses that he built the bunker just without the waterslide and Floyd woke up saying “but..how will we shower!” And day saved Booyah!!!

The timeline goes the same as whatever happens after the movie with the nomads au besides a few changes Poppy doesn’t leave Branch alone about singing (he goes immediately back on his vow of not singing) the brothers are very overprotective of Floyd (because he u know.. died!) and now Branch as well (he replaced them twice and has suffered for years because of them they feel pretty bad and try and make up for it anyway they can) Branch went back to the village and has less of a hard time leaving. Overall the rest stays the same.

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annab-nana · 4 months

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an angsty blurb with eddie munson and “Why are you awake?”

omg i can already feel my heart breaking

warnings: not proofread, use of pet names (angel), sneaking around, cheating unfortunately :(

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he made sure the door closed after him softly, making as little noise as possible before he locked it behind himself. just as quietly and slowly as he shut the door, eddie began to slip off his sneakers and jacket. he reached his ringed hand out in front of him to feel for the coat hook in the darkness, but suddenly, he could see it clear as day due to the abrupt flicker of a light turning on.

"jesus!" he yelped when he realized it was just you who turned on the lamp. his heart calmed for a moment before he was back on edge. play it cool, eddie, he thought to himself. "you scared the shit out of me, angel."

you didn't respond, opting to remain stoic. you wanted to see what he would give up without you outright asking him.

while he caught his breath and took in your silence, he straightened up and asked, "why are you awake?"

"couldn't sleep." you kept your explanation short before easing into what you wanted to know. "where were you?"

"rick needed me to run something to a client for him."

your brows fell down to a furrow. "at two in the morning?"

"yeah." eddie nodded along with his verbal confirmation. "he deals to harsher people than i do, so i didn't think it'd be wise to make them wait until the morning like i would with someone i deal to."

"how far away did they live?" you inquired innocently.

"a couple miles past the war zone," he answered as his hand came up to scratch the back of his neck, one of his tells. "look," he paused to yawn, "i'm really tir-"

"did the same thing happen monday night?" you cut him off while making sure to look him directly in the eyes.

"what?" he was fiddling with the chain on his jeans, another tell.

"you left monday night too. did the same thing happen or did you go somewhere else?"

"um-"

"and last saturday, you slipped out of bed that night too," you continued.

"you sure i just wasn't in the bathroom or outside smoking? i do that often," eddie spoke nonchalantly.

you moved to the edge of the chair you sat in. "unless you drove to another bathroom or smoked somewhere else outside that was far enough to drive to because your van was gone too. so were your keys and your shoes and your jacket. i didn't realize you needed all of that stuff to go pee or smoke, but maybe i'm mistaken."

eddie's face faltered slightly at the bite in your tone.

"so this is your last chance, eddie. explain yourself. where have you been going? where have you been sneaking off to?" you questioned, eyes unmoving from his. you watched as he cast his line of sight down and he again scratched at the back of his neck. but this time, when he did, he pushed some of his hair out of the way and gave you a clear view of the few fresh hickies that littered his skin.

"oh." it was the first word you had spoken this whole night that wasn't firm, where you weren't trying to figure out what had been going on with your boyfriend these last few weeks. "i guess, the question now is are you going back to her tonight or am i looking for somewhere else to sleep?"

the eyes that had been avoiding you all night met yours in an instant. he shook his head. "y/n, no. baby, we can work this out." he'd rushed to you as he spoke, kneeling in front of you and grabbing your hand. it had been so long since he had held your hand and now, while trying to save the relationship he broke, he was holding it again.

you pulled it from his grasp and stood. "i'm leaving."

you moved quickly because you could feel the tears coming and you did not want to cry in front of him right now. he followed after you anyway and grabbed your hand that reached for your car keys.

"eddie," you warned him with both your tone and your eyes. "you did this. you chose to leave me and go be with her. all that's happening now is i am giving you permission, so if anything, it's easier for you. you left me tonight like you have done repeatedly for weeks, so keep up the same behavior and let me go."

his hand dropped from yours and he, with hesitation, stepped back to let you go. you didn't spare him a glance before you walked out of the door and let the tears flow.

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raspberrydraws · 2 months

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pls pls tell me about your hcs for the first members of the crew fitting the elements of harmony, i very much wanna hear 👀👀👀

Thanks for asking I love u very much allow me to bring a chair so you can sit down and read all my rambling 🪑

some notes about this absolute madness:

I feel like they fit the element but also some traits of the mlp characters too so I will add that when it's necessary

When I talk about the mugiwara's dreams I assume they've already reached them bc the story is not finished yet like mlp and I KNOW THEY WILL ACHIEVE THEIR DREAMS anyways

Please don't have high expectations ahhh I don't wanna end up feeling like I thought something cool and it ended up being lame, I'm not used to writing or explaining stuff this way (and in english tho oof double brain work)

I'll put a everything under a read more bc it ended up being long and also uhh CW: spoilers for both series yeah

✦ Magic: First of all and obvious reason, main character lol.

Character who gathered the group in the first place

Royalty !!! King of the Pirates!!! Princess of Friendship!!! besides the fact that Luffy's dream is becoming the king and Twilight just had to do it etc etc

Very powerful mentor who's far away but encouraged them to start their journey and find their friends

They're not similar in personality at all I get it lmao

✦ Kindness: oof do I need to say anything

Sanji is kind, that's like one of the traits that made him one of my fav characters (more than his totally badass habilities).

and of course that's one of his most important traits

His mother sacrificed everything and celebrated everytime he showed his kindness, he was a sweet child, he's soft with children and helps anyone who's in need.

He's so full of emotion and can go from the softest to the meanest in a second if he needs to (flashbacks to fluttershy literally confronting a bigass dragon, making him cry and leave bc he was mean to her friends)

Also both characters are certified Friends of the Little Critters ™ and can't fly very well

Special mention to Pinkie Pie here, since she shares the "Third child who stands out like a sore thumb from his other siblings because she's weird to her family standards" backstory with Sanji

✦ Loyalty: That's like one of Zoro's main character traits right? He's in the air before Luffy says jump

Cool, they're just cool and probably the most liked characters + the ones who sell more merch for sure lol

Both have a childhood dream, becoming the best swordsman/wonderbolt, but that doesn't push them to leave their friends to achieve it alone + having friends actually helps them reach their goals

hot headed kids + dumbass sometimes

✦ Honesty: The group's voice of reason

Character that pretends to be okay but hell naw she's not ok (AJ harvesting sweet apple acres and almost dying / Nami Pretending to be Arlong's little trustworthy human so she can save her village) until their friends help them to be honest and ask for help

Also they have similar lifes cultivating apples/tangerines with their families and I thought that was cute hehe

✦ Generosity: SCREAMS Chopper my little chop chop I love u my sweet child

The way that Rarity shows her element is usually by giving away something important to her (her time, her talent with fashion, HER FRIGGIN' TAIL) so she can help other people (creatures?) feel better, and there's no signs of repentance after that, she does it with her heart (and sometimes to show that she can make things fabulous)

This brings me to Chopper looking for the mushroom to cure Dr. Hiriluk's illness and showing up at his door all hurt but he's like heyy I got the thing. I understand that's another kind of "sacrifice" The way he showed his thankfulness to his mentor by risking his life looking for the mushroom and trying to prove that he's a good doctor too (even tho uhh we know how that ended)

This was a little bit more difficult to connect with his element and that's why I was in between choosing kindness and generosity for him, but

kindness had to be sanji's element for suree

Dr Kureha specifically told him that "kindness wasn't enough to save lives" and I won't contradict her she scares me so much

AND I feel like Chopper's generosity it's shown all along the show just by treating all those injured pirates over and over again for free lmao

My overall feeling when giving him the element was "He's a little doctor, of course he's generous, doctors are generous enough to learn how to save lives! so we don't like.. die! next question"

✦ Laughter:

This one was pretty simple too, I love Usopp bc he makes me laugh a lot, he's such a comedic relief for the story and also: my best friend in the whole wide world, yes *gives him a lil kiss*

Of course he's not just a comedic relief, he tries to make things easier trying to solve conflicts (sometimes) or joining the sillyness (most of times)

Also they like to tell stories! I feel like that's a cute trait that makes both characters more interesting, even when someone's stories are lies *eyes emoji* I like storyteller characters a lot !!

they're good with kids + tell them stories too !!

also the whole.. alter ego thing, yeah

AND THE PUFFY HAIR ♥

AIGHT

Hope you enjoyed my TED talk, thaks for giving me the strenght to be a little unhinged, I don't talk too much here but this whole mlp au has people coming and encouraging me to talk/write and I have a problem, once I start talking about something I like I can't shut up

And I like MLP since I was 12 years old, i started drawing because of it and I'm currently rewatching the whole series with my bf so if I see anything else I'll come back and add stuff for sure ♥

#ask #holy sh #send u a kiss #i promise i'll answer the other asks tomorrow it's 3 am i'm dying sorry #mlp au #one piece #mlp #pony #pony au

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the-depths-au · 4 months

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FAQ

*this post continues heavy totk spoilers

How did it start?

A lot of people started posting some really cool art of a TotK ending where Zelda returns as a hybrid dragon creature thing. I saw a few that called it a “bad” ending and I noticed she was often portrayed with dominantly human-features just like, with horns or a tail, or the purple eyes, etc. I love to play video games(clearly) and I enjoy the challenge of seeing various endings, not just “secret endings” (think Heavy Rain, Until Dawn, The Witcher 3, Drakengard- anyone else play this?) I got to thinking about how her coming back didn’t really like a true “bad ending”. To me, a bad ending, really, would be one in which she didn’t get to magically, miraculously come back in any form. A bad ending to me would be Mineru’s warning held true. And in doing so, it would become The Legend of Zelda because she becomes the stuff of myths. Of true Legend. Fulfilling destiny (botw-era and the series as a whole). My brain sort of took off from there regarding the implications this would have on Hyrule and specially, our boy Link.

How could you! A Bad ending? Is this story at least hurt and eventual comfort??? Does it have a happy ending??

I could tag this hurt and comfort, but usually people who read these types of stories have certain expectations of what “comfort” is (and that’s okay!). Same with a “happy” ending. I don’t need stories to be wrap up in a bow with warmth to enjoy them. Honestly, some of the stories that have touched me the most over the years have had “sad” endings/negative character arcs/tragedy. That being said, I don’t particularly enjoy pure whump, either. What I feel is most important and what I am to do with this story, is to make any suffering meaningful. With purpose. And hopefully- maybe- you’ll see the “comfort” that is possible even in these types of stories.

Wait! So Zelda remains a dragon?

Yes. They defeat the demon dragon. Rauru and Sonia appear in a silent thanks, then they disappear and Link falls from the sky alone into the water. The Light Dragon continues along in her flight above him.

Link is also the only one who can see/has ever seen the Light Dragon.

Are there any other major changes from TotK?

It follows the game pretty closely. It’s just hard to say exactly what is in this story from TotK because there is just so much. In BotW, I headcanon Link took his time. He doesn’t remember anything. He is alone, lost, and the world is a vast, broken place. Therefore, it is plausible/ realistic in my head for all the side questions to be done prior to the ending being reached. In TotK, especially with the headcanon he and Zelda were together in the time between BotW and TotK, I had a hard time imagining Link would waste much time on anything unnecessary to save Zelda. So, with this in mind, I’ve had to justify the side questions to include in the story. Link’s journey is a bit different than my own. Whereas I actually spent 80% of my playthrough exploring the depths, this Link only went down when necessary. Meaning many of the lightroots have not been unlocked and he only has part of the armor of the depths. In the Linktober and the early concept, he has the entire set but this has been changed for the main comic.

How far after the events of TotK does this take place?

Five years.

Is it completely planned out?

Yes. I have a complete rough story outline done. It’s 17 chapters. I am anticipating some editing as I go, but regardless, it’s a big project. A huge shout out to @zeldaelmo and @fioreofthemarch for helping me get the story set. They are both phenomenal writers for the LoZ fandom so be sure to check them out!

What happened to the comic?

I made the decision to tell this story (initially) in writing. I have a very specific style in mind for this story as a full comic and honestly, I just don't feel like my artistic ability and overall proficiency is where I want it to be at this time. I'm still learning! I will be continuing to post art, concept art, and some comic panels here as I go and eventually, I would love to adapt the story into a full comic, but for now, I'll be telling the main story in writing.

How long have you been drawing?

I’ve been drawing all my life. Just for fun, although I took a few classes in school. Digitally, self-taught, since fall 2022. Still very new to this with lots to learn! I have a minor in creative writing and feel much more confident and comfortable with that.

Feel free to send me a DM with questions anytime! I plan to update this periodically.

Last updated 2/26/24

#FAQ

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What do you think of Nana as a character?

She was really intriguing for me when she was introduced in the Kamino fight. I thought that reveal was a great twist and couldn't wait to find more out about her.

But in the end, I have to say, her character just didn't add up very well for me. She's another one of the "buff, pretty women" who people really love for their design (Nagant, Star, Nana, Mirko), but their characterization relies on a lot of tropes and "cool factor" and remains pretty shallow.

The bits and pieces we get from Nana just feel like a lot of wasted potential instead of really digging into an important theme of the story - the pain caused by self-sacrifice for the people left behind.

She is kind of a contradictory person: she tries to hide her son to protect him and cut him off from the hero world but at the same time she burdens another child - All Might - with OFA and the fight against AFO, but leaves him with at least some support. Gran Torino supporting Toshinori helps him rise and her forbidding GT to look after Kotaro is a factor in his spiral.

Hero Nana feels like all the tropes of "badass woman hero": she grins at AFO in her death, talking about how All Might will take him down, also telling a young Toshinori to keep smiling because that's what makes him "strong". And ironically, that smile to Tomura becomes the symbol of everything he hates about hero society, pretending not to see the suffering they cause or simply ignore.

Hero Nana seems like someone who successfully compartmentalized Mother Nana and shut her inside a box when she gave up her son for adoption and seems to have severed that part of herself until the end. The feelings of guilt only come after she sees what Tomura has become.

Vestige Nana with her "testing of Izuku" and "can you kill Tomura - oh I was just kidding" is also tropey as hell. I would have preferred some real introspection, or at least some good interaction with Izuku about the moral dilemma of what to do about Tomura, but Horikoshi is not great with that when it comes to female characters.

So in the end, she is just kind of a crying mess of a vestige, flip-flopping on Tomura's fate. I'd like to say that her finally taking responsibility moved me, but it being between two dead people in vestige land, just doesn't carry the same weight to me (like as opposed to Rei running into the fire).

I always say that Horikoshi is mostly a visual storyteller, and he knows exactly the stuff 99% of his audience wants. I'm in the minority and I actively dislike when I feel like he's trying to manipulate me with sentimental visuals instead of solid storytelling (like last week's episode of Anya x Damien in MHA).

But at least the way he used Nana wasn't too bad - even if it had to be really spelled out for her that leaving her son behind like that was kind of bad for him - hugging and stopping Dreamland Kotaro is stepping up both as mother and hero - reuniting her two halves. She couldn't get through the barrier until she reintegrates the mother into the hero and becomes the hero to save her family. And she is the final piece to help Izuku get through. Thank you. I get the theme. It's about as subtle as a sledgehammer.

I guess it's a decent cap for a character who embodies a key theme. But I think she could have been fleshed out (not just drawing her in a lot of detail), but in actual character nuance and storytelling (things like how she met En, why did she take OFA, her state of mind after losing her husband, etc.)

On another note, it would be nice if this was finally the end of the vestige peanut gallery (I absolutely came to hate their parts in the final fight), but considering Yoichi and Vestige Might just seemed to have gone poof, unfortunately, I wouldn't be surprised to see again all of them.

#c1a asks #bnha critical #shimura nana #in the end i never really vibed with nana

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whorefordean · 11 months

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Can I request a jj maybank one with prompt 11 on the unrequited love prompt list??

a/n- <why yes you can> okay so i don’t love this but i did enjoy writing it. hope you enjoy! thanks for the request!! <3

sour devotion

jj maybank x reader

warnings: none i think just angsty

wc: 951

“it’s embarrassing being this devoted to someone who couldn’t even entertain the thought.”

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you watched as jj threw his head back laughing at something kiara had said. her slender hands had gripped his knee to steady herself, like it was second nature to cling onto jj.

you could feel the jealousy rising under your skin. you had told kiara months ago how you felt about jj. you even went as far as telling her that you might be in love with him. kiara didn’t want to tell you that she also was falling in love with jj.

“kie, please! i can’t breathe,” jj begged as he gasped for air. the joke hadn’t been that funny.

you stood up from your position on john b’s couch. you earned a few looks as you started to pick up your mess and gather your things to leave.

“where are you going?” pope piped up.

“home,” you replied shortly. you didn’t say anything else until jj spoke up.

“what’s wrong? you just got here?” he asked with furrowed brows. you noticed his hand was now sitting on top of kie’s, who still had hers placed on his knee. kiara noticed your gaze. you felt your cheeks heat up, and your throat was starting to burn.

“i’d rather not get into all my problems right now,” you laughed in an attempt to play it cool. you really didn’t feel like a love confession was the best way to end this night. especially knowing you wouldn’t receive one.

“y/n, come one. what’s wro-“ jj started. his mouth snapped shut when you interrupted him.

“jj, i am begging you to drop it,” you snapped at him. everyone in the room stared silently at you, glancing between you and jj.

jj gently moved kie’s hand off his leg and stood up. he approached you cautiously. you let him. jj placed a tentative hand on your shoulder. he watched you with pleading eyes, waiting for you to crack.

“it’s embarrassing being this devoted to someone who would never even entertain the thought,” you sighed out, a small tear escaping your eye.

john b and pope exchanged a look of shock. they weren’t surprised that you were in love with jj. in fact, they knew without you ever telling them. they were just surprised you had finally built up the courage to admit it.

jj shifted uncomfortably. your confession made him queasy. he loved you the same way he loved john b. like a sibling.

“y/n, i’m so sorry if i ever gave you mixed signals, but,” jj removed his hands from your shoulders, “i just don’t see you like that.”

your chest ached. you knew this was coming. you had mentally prepared for it. you played out this exact scenario a thousand times in your head. but it hurt even worse hearing his voice say it out loud.

“i know that, jj. that’s why i didn’t say anything. i know it’s not me you’re in love with,” you said, glancing quickly at kie. jj noticed your eyes shift behind him, and he blushed.

“it’s not like that,” he was quick to rebuttal. you let out a shaky laugh.

“it is like that, jay. i can see how you look at her,” you paused, unsure if you should continue, “ because that’s how i look at you.” you had hoped to save yourself some dignity but it’s obvious that’s no longer an option.

the room fell silent again as you continued shoving your stuff into your bag. you threw your bag over your shoulder and left with a quick “goodbye”. john b and pope watched you leave with pity in their eyes.

it was dark outside, and the only sounds were those of the crickets chirping. you rushed off of john b’s porch, feeling a heavy knot in your chest. you had never felt so humiliated in your life.

it was easy to let things roll off your shoulder most of the time. how are you supposed to continue hanging out with all of your friends when they how you felt about one of them?

you were pulled from your thoughts when the door opened again. jj stepped out of the door. the knot in your chest sunk, forming into a ball of nausea at the thought of being alone with him after what just happened.

you continued walking, ignoring his looming presence catching up to you.

“y/n,” jj started. he paused. you took the opportunity to fill the empty.

“i wasn’t gonna tell you, like ever. i was gonna get over it. i thought it was just a crush. turns out those things grow up really fast,” you told him. he laughed lightly at your comment, but his smile stopped quickly.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel that way. and i didn’t mean to embarrass you. i’m really sorry, y/n,” jj apologized. you groaned.

“you don’t have to be sorry, jj. it’s my fault. i let myself get too attached to the idea of us even when i knew it wasn’t happening. don’t blame yourself for your feelings or lack of,” you told him. you wiped away your tears, forcing yourself to stop.

“i don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

“i need some time, jj. i don’t know how to navigate this anymore now that you know i have feelings for you. it’s awkward and mortifying that all of our friends are also aware,” you confessed. jj nodded silently. he stepped closer to hug you, and you let him.

“see ya, y/n,” jj mumbled. his words were slurred as his chin rested against your shoulder. you wrapped your arms around him for the last time.

“goodbye, jj.”

#jj maybank #outer banks #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank outer banks #obx #rudy pankow #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank concept

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um um megumi and meet ugly/enemies tew lovers beloved cal?

AAALLLIIIII yessss ofc!!!! megumi is built for a meet ugly bc i think he's really like... weird and odd and awkward. idk like he's super pretty but i think he falls into the weirdo genre the same way todoroki does.

thank you for playing beloved <33333

cw: coworker!megumi, sfw, meet ugly, "enemies" to lovers, this is like... largely comedic, i don't write megumi often so i hope i did him some justice, also there are no real triggers for this enjoy <;3

megumi is pretty... but not pretty enough to get away with whatever the fuck it is he has going on.

the first time you met him failed to live up to any expectations his looks might give you. megumi, on the outside, looks like a prince. his long eyelashes, his delicate but defined hands, the way he carries himself, the plush quality of his lips, all make him a notoriously handsome presence in the office. the women often find time to notice him and his habits, even going so far as to presume his personality.

you'll admit... you fell victim to this too. you, like all the other people who had never met him before, assumed that he was as nice as he was pretty, with an agreeable personality to match the agreeableness of his cool features. you were wrong. megumi, as a rule, is generally cold and off-putting.

you'll start at the beginning.

your first less-than-pleasant interaction with him took place working overtime. you'd been in the office since its doors opened at 8 in the morning and your work had bled well into 10 at night. the office was near silent, save the clicking of your fingers across the keyboard as you copied numbers from a document into a spreadsheet. basic stuff, but tedious and time-consuming.

"_____," megumi called your name. "this needs to be done too."

he tossed a folder of papers on your desk and you briefly gawked at it.

"by wh-" but megumi had already begun to step away, heading down the hallway and into the elevator.

you spent the rest of the evening finishing the paperwork and megumi had the nerve to look surprised when you told him the next morning that you'd completed the work that he set on your desk.

then, a week later, he'd passed on a stack of papers to you without saying anything but a brief here as he handed them to you. by the time you'd finished them, you'd fallen behind with your work for the day and had to work overtime once again.

this continued for approximately a month, that is, until you complained to your coworker maki, a tall woman with a brash personality, about your workload.

"what?" she said, furrowing her brows. "we have interns for that kinda thing, you know? they literally get paid to do it."

she laughed and you shook your head. "megumi's been giving me the paperwork for weeks now though."

"yeah, to read over and double-check. putting it in the system is the interns' job," she laughed. "he didn't tell you?"

now, after checking that maki was right, you're certain that megumi has it out for you and he is not nearly pretty enough for you to let him get away with it. this has been your life for the past month, stuck doing overtime on things he never bothered to clarify. he'd basically humiliated you for sport (false) and made a laughing stock of your budding career (also false).

still, you're holding your tongue. the next time he drops the papers on your desk, you check them over and then hand them off to the interns who take them as if they know exactly what to do. you're astonished, turning to megumi to see if he's noticed that you've caught onto his little ruse. if he did, you can't tell. his face remains irritatingly neutral.

it seems that, despite having never had a real conversation with him outside of awkward small talk in the break room or work related things, you have a nemesis in the office. you compete ruthlessly. he's your senior on the team and you are constantly trying to out perform him. megumi, irritatingly enough, takes it all in stride. you wish he would quit.

maki becomes your sole confidant, but she usually just stands by the water cooler and nods with along with you. she never has much to add, simply shrugging her shoulders whenever you ask her a question. you find this irritating because it seems that she knows your shared teammate, megumi, pretty well. after all, she's worked with him longer, though she's expressed no desire to conversate with him the way she does you.

whenever you pass by megumi in the halls, you give him a dirty look, furrowing your eyebrows and casting your lips down slightly. you let your irritation show plain on your face. soon enough, megumi is confronting you.

"hey," he calls, running to catch up with you as you leave the building.

you turn, startling and holding your purse close to your side. your lips pull down and you feel heat crowd your face as nerves for the impending confrontation grow.

"yes?" you ask, mustering up every ounce of your courage to sound strong.

megumi casts his eyes to the floor, long eyelashes hitting lightly under his eyebrow as he looks to his shoes and then up at you. his expression seems lightly irritated, like he's struggling to find the proper working for something, and the tips of his ears are pink with frustration.

"so," he starts, swallowing thick.

"what is it?" you play dumb. moves and counter-moves.

"do you want to go out for drinks?" he asks, tapping his foot against the floor. his face reads as irritated, but what he's just said shocks you so deeply that you feel like you can hear a record scratch.

"what?'

"i was just wondering if maybe you want to go get drinks... as a date?" he clarifies.

"like a... date date?" you ask, leaning forward a little. "as in a.. you like me... date?"

megumi gives a nervous laugh, his eyes crinkling a little. you realize that it is the first time you've seen him smile.

"yes," then, it falls and he clears his throat. "if you're not interested though, don't worry."

"i thought you hated me," you furrow your eyebrows.

megumi's gaze snaps up to yours. "what? no, i- it's the opposite."

"but the... the paperwork..." you say, losing steam as the mortification of your one-sided rivalry sets in.

"you mean the ones for the interns?"

"you never told me that it was for the interns!" you exclaim. "i was doing it myself for a month! i thought you did it on purpose."

he blinks at you. "that's insane," he says. "why would i do that? i always just thought you were a really meticulous worker."

"because you hate me," you say, covering your face with your hand. "and i'm definitely not meticulous. i like going home too."

megumi has remained sufficiently awkward through the conversation, his shoulders almost wound up to his ears with tension.

"i'm sorry," he says genuinely. "did i... misread this?" he asks. "i thought you liked me and i thought i uh... i thought i made it clear enough that i liked you."

"you never even spoke to me," you say, laughing a little. megumi's shoulders wind tighter.

"yes, i did," he points out. "i always say good morning."

"uh huh," you drone, rubbing your fingers against your temple.

you had been getting worked up on your own this entire time. all of the glances and the greetings and the trips past your desk had not been to taunt you, but rather because megumi wants to take you out. looking back on it, it was psychotic to have thought anything else.

"i take it you're not... uh... interested?" he asks softly.

"no," you say. "i am."

it sounds like you're conceding and megumi furrows his eyebrows.

"uh," he swallows and tilts his head, tufts of dark hair falling to one side of his face, "are you sure?"

"yeah, i'm definitely interested."

megumi stands for a second, shifting his weight from foot to foot.

"should we go then?" he points behind him in the direction of a row of izakayas.

you nod, swallowing down embarrassment and thinking about how on earth you're going to explain this to maki in the morning.

#[ 🏩 – chatting ]#megumi x reader #megumi fushigurou x reader #i have NO idea what this is #but enjoy #ask games #thanks for playing!!!#i LOVE YEW BBG #[ ☎️ – frequent callers ]

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