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radarchives · 2 years
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everytime i see that inheritance money ss of mammon i think of that one fic of him where he absolutely rocked the hell outta lucifer and punted him into the ground
the one what now
but honestly. even without context, lucifer being lucifer i just know he deserved it
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noxtivagus · 1 year
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ffxv ost is still one of my favs mwah mwah 🤍
#🌙.rambles#[ final fantasy. ]#very special to me too#oh my god listening to cerberus rn n it just makes me smile >.> & moonlit melodies has always been especially important to me w the#noctis & luna themes in it T_T the piano n violin's like. they're playing together yk?#off-topic rq but apollo just showed me a short vid w nagisa enstars w an ibara plush or smth n he made it wave.... so cute 😭#moonlit melodies for me is like on a similar level w night in the brume & voice of no return & yonah piano & not alone & dearly beloved &#tifa's theme & the promise & cyrus the scholar & waltz for the moon & suteki da ne & melodies of life & theme of love & price of freedom#WAIT I'M LOOKING THROUGH OSTS RN N FUCK. FUCK I JUST REALIZED INTERGRADE IS ON SPOTIFY? I'M#I'M SMILING SO MUCH THIS IS SO NOSTALGIC SOB (but. trying to calm down it's 1 am)#^ those osts i mentioned up there tho have been like incredibly important to me for vv long! comfort songs! just some tho bcs there's a lot#games that mean a lot to me like anything final fantasy & drakenier & kingdom hearts#i love listening to music so much i really can't emphasize it enough.#ffxiii for one i rmb. i still remember a bit from way back when i played it on our (now broken) ps3#n then in ffxv i'd love to listen to ffxiii in the regalia or in dungeons! lightning's theme made me less scared of the dark back then 💀#oh dear don't forget ffviii with eyes on me :< i remember when i listened to all the songs in ffviii#one thought from then. two years back. i remember noticing how i liked a lot in ffviii#the top ff i wna play honestly. bcs. squall & rinoa n the themes in-game. time. & i think rinoa's gna really be special to me#gna steal her away from squall >:c /lh#oh don't forget ffx i know the ending but i still get emotional. i rlly shld continue playing it#i rmb this year when i started over i got emotional in the start. tidus n yuna rlly were love at first sight but i think they did it well#i am taking a trip down the memory lane hang on i love final fantasy so much T_T ffvi! ffiv! ffiv! some of my other favs#don't get me started on ffix oh my god 😭 & the others ones i didn't mention r still very important to me too#uematsu's such a legend goddamn i appreciate how yk the opera in ffvi really is. an opera. it follows stuff n all#i love how the. waltz osts sound so much. there's smth about the beat/tempo n its elegance that i really really love#eulmore!!!! thinking abt ffxiv i love eulmore's vibe n ost so much. fucking top tier.#oh dear my mind won't shut up abt final fantasy there's rlly sm i can & want to write. i love the series sm. music & stories in general 🥹#& gives me so much inspo n motivation in general it fills me w so much life n hope n i feel so at peace n like myself rn c:#i want to write grrr. imagine wtvr. thinking of it n ff rlly did influence me so much w the themes n vibes n aesthetic n everything 🥹
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widevibratobitch · 2 years
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was trying to write an Eboli/Elisabetta fic. ended up with Eboli and Posa insulting each other ruthlessly (while Elisabetta is busy with io vengo a domandar) in the most polite, passive-aggressive ways I could think of. i hate it here [my brain].
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crazyw3irdo · 1 year
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just lost all my gear in my minecraft world im normal
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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hey again!
hope you are doing !
can you do one ff with fem readerx dan heng from hsr xD I love him so so much xD
(ps dan heng getting jealous because female reader is too friendly with sampo xD )
Dan heng gets angry and it ends with lots of smut xD okayy!
I love Dan Heng too! Maybe a little too much lately. Kidding, there can never be too much.
Pairing: Dan Heng x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, jealousy, possessiveness, biting, marking, rough sex, growling, only breed no pregnant, bathroom sex
A/N: I love Dan Heng is the one character who can always breed you and you don't have anything to worry about.
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Jealous!Dan Heng who doesn't like how touchy Sampo is with anyone but most of all you. Now Sampo doesn't know that the two of you are in a relationship so in his mind it's just some harmless flirting. For Dan Heng it looks like Sampo is trying to steal you away.
Jealous!Dan Heng who sits next to you before anyone else can and puts his hand on your thigh. No one can see this except for you, no one knows he's jealous except for you. Him hand tightening every time Sampo winks at you is a dead giveaway to his unspoken feelings.
Jealous!Dan Heng who leans in to whisper that he wants to get out of here. When you very cheekily ask him why he tells you to follow him and you'll find out. Or you can stay, but then you have to be really quiet. Your whole body heats up when his fingers push your thighs apart. Oh he is more then just jealous, he's horny too.
Jealous!Dan Heng who looks down at Sampo when you pass by him and makes sure he sees the hand-holding. He's usually not the most touchy person in public but he will make an exception this one time. To your surprise he doesn't walk you towards the exit but towards the bathrooms. Of course he checks if there's anyone in there before he ushers you in and locks the door.
Jealous!Dan Heng who pushes you to sit on one of the sinks and tells you that he will mark every inch of you that he can. When you walk out of here everyone will know you belong to him and he won't even have to say a word. Just you knowing you're his clearly isn't enough. How could it be when humans don't have a keen sense of smell, they can't smell that the two of you are mates. He'll make it even more obvious.
Jealous!Dan Heng who wants you to keep your legs open until he says so and try to keep quiet as much as you can, it would be unbecoming if you were caught in the act. He doesn't hold back at all when biting you, he doesn't take it slow, he sinks his teeth into your soft thigh, higher and higher up until he can suck on your clit through your wet panties.
Jealous!Dan Heng who is very proud of his work but that's not nearly good enough for him. When he tells you to turn around you're already pushing your ass towards him, spreading your legs because you know he's not leaving this bathroom until he's filled you with his cum, marked you with it's scent from the inside.
Jealous!Dan Heng who exposes your neck and shoulders so he can leave marks there as well. Every time he bites down he pushes his cock into you, doubling your pleasure by adding the pain. In the mirror you can clearly see his eyes shining, you can even see his horns for a brief moment, glowing and then vanishing as his grunt is muffled by your flesh.
Jealous!Dan Heng who loves the way his rutting echoes around the bathroom, all around the, the sound and smell of sex heavy in the air. He watches your eyes, almost darkened out by arousal, roll into the back of your head while your pussy tightens around him. When he stopped it wasn't just to let you recover from that it was so your vision could clear for long enough to focus on the reflection again, he wants you to look at his face when he shoots his cum into your womb.
Jealous!Dan Heng who lets you catch your breath for a few moments, shushing you, petting down the bite marks on your thigh, cradling you against him and kissing you. When it's safe he sneaks you out of the bathroom and back to the table, his face blank when he sees Sampo notices the not at all hidden bite marks. His hand is back on your thigh again, this time only caressing them.
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reformedmercymain · 2 years
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Okay no matter what I say here I’m going to sound like I’m malding but I’m obsessed with this mercy. I ran into her twice while farming lootboxes, and didn’t think to avoid the first time because I assumed my chances of running into her were slim, but I was a fool ig. She didn’t heal or damage boost a single time, instead she just ran around firing wildly at everything. This chick really thought that her 12k damage was going to end the game faster than if she had damage boosted me - damage boost is 30%, which means I would’ve done an additional 16.5k damage if she had held right click on me.
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#Girlboss
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heartfullofleeches · 1 month
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With lambchomp, would FF! reader be able to go to work?? Or would they now be permanently stuck in their house with lambchomp
As badly as FF wish it were that easy - Lambchop still wakes them up on time everyday for their shifts. If they really want to get out of work for the day they can suck up to the goat and they'll let them off the hook, but everything is still pretty much the same for FF aside from the fact they get to go home almost every evening now considering Lambchop was one of the main forces keeping them on the property and a fair amount of the entities outside of the restaurant are too afraid of Lambchop to attempt to steal them away when they return home with the demon at their side.
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Fast Food Reader: Lambchop, you have to stop throwing away your toothbrushes. Just because you don't have one anymore doesn't give you permission to use mine.
[The mascot hangs their head in shame - hiding their face in Reader's shirt]
FF Reader: That's not gonna work on me twice-
Bathroom Succubus: Well I'll be damned... You two are actually living together. I've been wondering why it's so quite when I come back after closing.... So... Have you two.... y'know~
FF Reader: If you are asking if I've had sex with Lambchop the answer is no.
[Lambchop perks up-]
FF Reader: Don't get any ideas, buddy- My neighbors are nosy enough as is
[Lambchop immediately goes back to moping]
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xnchxntmxnt · 10 months
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We need more solomon x reader ffs
How about a jealous Solomon because he gets constantly cock blocked by the demon brothers and in the end he makes an angry love confession to the reader?
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Jealousy
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Characters: Solomon
Warnings: possibly some minor cursing
Notes: ok this ended up not being an angry love confession but i believe in talking about emotions healthily <3. Also i just liked this resolution SORRY ITS NOT EXACTLY WHAT YOU ASKED !!!
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He couldn’t believe this. 
Again. 
For the nth time since he’d realized his complicated feelings about you, those stupid brothers found continual ways to keep him from getting any alone time with you. There you were, agreeing to make dinner with him before being called away by Mammon again so he could have your assistance with dinner. And being their attendant at this point in time, you had to agree. 
That didn’t mean he liked it. 
He ate some poorly cooked chicken for dinner and didn’t even touch the scorched vegetables—his cooking wasn't incredible, but even this was a new low. He was too distracted while he was cooking though. Too busy thinking about you. 
When you finally got back to your dormitories (that was the best thing to call it at the moment), he was still rather irritated, but instead of fuming or yelling at you, he curled up on the couch with a book to take his mind off of everything. 
“Solomon?” you asked, sitting on the opposite end of the couch from him. “You alright over there?”
“Perfect,” he said, tone short and curt with you. He didn’t mean it to be rude, but he had too many things on his mind and he didn't want to be disturbed. 
You sighed and he watched you cover yourself with the blanket out of the corner of his eye. Frustrating as the situation was, he couldn’t stand the thought that he was the reason for the small pout that sat on your face. 
“I’m sorry,” he starts, placing his finger in the book and closing it. “It’s not your fault—I shouldn't be taking my frustration out on you.”
“What’s wrong?”
That was the question of the hour, it seemed. He had to decide now: tell you and risk the relationship you’d built together, or keep it a secret and leave you wondering if he was upset with you. Neither of those were lovely options, but he had to weigh his odds in a split second. 
“I…I wanted to spend more time with you this evening,” he admitted, speaking much softer than he had been. He’d deny it adamantly, but the tips of his ears were slightly pink (and gaining color the longer he spoke). “I feel like I haven’t…been able to spend enough time with you. Those pesky brothers continue to steal you away from me.”
You looked at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion, and he continued. This was going to be the hardest part. “(Y/N), in my hundreds of years of living, I've never met someone quite like you. And I've met a lot of people. You…there’s something special about you—some spark—that I can’t ignore. You’re dedicated, passionate, and a joy to be around, frankly. And I…I guess I've grown to be quite fond of you. And maybe a little jealous…”
It took a moment for the information he just gave you to sink in. He watched as the realization dawned on your face and hated every second of silence that passed as it did. After what felt like forever, you smiled at him. Smiled. 
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but you’re telling me the all powerful warlock Solomon has a crush on me?” you asked, grin spreading wider and wider on your face. 
He groaned and hit himself on the head with his book. “I take it back! You’re terrible to me. I give you my heart and you proceed to make fun of me, how dare you!” He couldn’t be angry at you, though. Really, he was trying his best to hold in his laughter. 
When he opened his eyes again, you were sitting next to him instead of across the couch. You looked adorable with that mischievous glint in your eye he didn’t exactly trust. 
“What?” he asked. “Don’t look at me like that. You’re plotting.”
“I’m not plotting!”
“You’re plotting something.”
Without any extra room to argue, you leaned in and placed a dramatic kiss on his lips, complete with a small ‘mwah’ sound. He sat there, stunned for a moment, mind short-circuiting under the circumstances. 
“You-you just-”
“I did.”
“And you-”
“Breathe, first,” you teased, smiling a bit softer at him. “You should have said something ages ago. I would have made sure to make more time for you. And for what it’s worth…I’m quite fond of you too.” You dropped your voice, trying to mock his earlier words. In response, he shoved your shoulder and laughed. 
“You’re horrible to me!” he complained again, though he couldn’t find it in himself to stop smiling. This is everything he’d wanted for ages—to have you, to love you, and feel that affection in return. Now he had it, and there wasn’t a reason in the world he’d throw it away. 
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bsdawgz · 3 months
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「 ✦ Selfish ✦ 」 Bungo Stray Dogs, Port Mafia: Dazai Osamu
a/n: hiiii h i hii! my first fic in god FOUR years??? i have never written for BSD before... but i'm excited to be a part of this community and get back into the ff writing scene and get to know everyone! i hope you will accept me as a part of ur community & that i can learn from everyone *__* onto the fic!
this takes place (s2 spoiler!) after oda's death while dazai is in port before he quits to join the detective agency. reader is female.
genre: angst and da nasty, f!reader
content: dazai is a meanie to you :((( meaningless sex, no aftercare, toxic and unrequited feelings, it's giving emotionally unavailable guy from tinder that you can't help but run to oops?
**minors DNI** cunnilingus & later he's a bit rough with you during sex
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why is he so selfish? is it not so selfish to act this way? a girl like you in the port mafia head’s bedroom. shouldn’t you be with some do-gooder? you know dazai isn’t going to be your boyfriend, right? no matter how right you treat him?
he’s not going to say the words, ‘i love you,’ and the warmth you feel in his arms is lost in his eyes. leaning against his desk, dazai absent-mindedly uncloaks his jacket, staring out the apartment window that looks over yokohama. there’s a certain solemnity in his gaze, something that you can never read. these days, dazai feels more and more distant – even more than before.
you approach him from the doorway. gingerly, your fingertips graze his hand, which is idling on some papers on his desk. you touch him, and he doesn’t move, not even an inch, his hand limp and cold against yours. no, don’t touch me, he feels an urge to say. the thought even surprises him, though he understands the impulse. now that odasaku’s gone and died, this body of his suddenly feels dirty. he remembers oda’s words.
don’t touch me, dazai thinks to himself. he aches at your touch. but he relents. sighs into your touch, even.
“dazai, what’s wrong?”
his lips turn down slightly in a frown at your inquiry, eyes clouded over in thought. it’s only a moment. barely noticeable, though your keen eye observes it. then he chirps up, “well well, shall we get to it?” he brushes you aside completely. there it is again, that facade of his that comes so naturally it’s got everyone fooled… almost everyone, anyway. he turns around with that smile on his face. that fake smile of his that’s always bothered you. that smile haunts you.
dazai’s fingers find your waist, his hand settling on the small of your back. now, it’s you who wants to push him away.
he never answers your questions – he just leaves you in the shadow like the others.
“you said you have a treat for me, yes? you know i don’t like to wait for these kind of things~” he hums, looking at you devilishly. “now, how about we get right to it?”
this is always how it goes.
now his breath is hot on your neck, his voice a whisper in your ear. his grip on your hips tighten.
“dazai–” you gasp, suddenly becoming weak for him as he corners you into the desk. why is he so selfish? he thinks to himself again. he knows he’s being selfish. but he can’t help it. your body is warm, and his is so very cold. he wants to steal your warmth and keep it all to himself.
“ah-ha, don’t act so surprised now,” he teases, clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth. “this is what you want, right?” he pulls back again to make sure, a grin on his face. “or am i mistaken?” he’s not wrong – your little rendezvous at his apartment always start and end like this. you can never resist him. you feel your defenses lower. you want his defenses to lower for you, too.
but you know he’s not going to say the words, ‘i love you,’ and the warmth you feel in his arms is lost in those cold, unfeeling eyes.
why are you like this? you’re wondering to yourself. you know you’re being naïve again. why are you just like the others? you can’t stop comparing yourself to them, the countless imaginary women in your head. the thought of them makes you feel so helpless, so angry. when you relent to his touch like this, when you let him hold you like this, it feels so wrong. how many women has daza touched? how many girls has he brought here? did they all feel this way? do their hearts pound like yours? ache like yours?
“dazai…” your voice is weak. your voice is a whisper.
your voice is full of want.
your voice is full of need.
“i like it when you say my name,” he murmurs softly against your earlobe, his voice sending a shiver down your spine, a flippant grin forming on his lips as he brushes your hair to the side. you know just what comes next… and you’re not going to fight it, either.
his fingers travel up your body, then he grasps your neck in his hands. he teases the tender skin with his tongue, languidly licking along the side before finally taking you into his mouth and sucking gently. rougher, but never rough enough to leave a mark. he knows better than to mark you. you’re not his, and he’s not yours.
your head is spinning. your hand immediately goes for his pants, but he pushes you aside. “not yet –” slender fingers grab a hold of your waist and hoist you up to the table. “– face fuck me first.” he says it so casually and deadpan, it catches you off guard and makes your cheeks flush red. then he kneels before you and suddenly smirks up, some playful glint in his eye as he chuckles to himself, leaving you at a complete loss for words. dazai’s always like this, completely unreadable and unpredictable.
large hands travel up your skirt, smoothing the skin of your thighs. his gaze is full of wanton heat, full of lust, as his wandering fingers toy with the garter of your panties before slowly pulling your underwear down your legs. you shiver quietly and look away. “ah, embarrassed, are you?” he quirks his eyebrow, looking up at you deviously. no matter how much you’ve done this, you can’t help but feel flustered every single time. as you avert your gaze once again, he protests with a loud, exaggerated sigh. “uh-uh, eyes on me or i won’t do it at all. you want to watch, don’t you~?”
pulling you closer to him, he presses you to his eager lips. his tongue is warm and wet, and it knows you all too well from nights spent wrapped in his bandaged arms. you gasp at the sudden heat that envelops you, finding your hands suddenly tangled in his soft brown hair. he moans quietly against you, letting you know he enjoys your pleasure just as much, his fingers digging deep into the fat of your thighs. you try not to look but end up peeking at him only to meet his gaze, staring up at you shamelessly as he eats you, his saliva and your arousal smeared across his lips. soon enough, you feel his fingers penetrating you, one finger at first then two and three; he’s preparing you for him. you want him – “please… dazai… dazai…” his name is all you know, a quiet prayer on your lips. this man will be the end of you.
without saying a word, he suddenly grabs you again and tosses you on the bed with a reckless thud. you hear him shuffle through the desk for a condom, then he flips you onto your knees and pushes you into the mattress nonchalantly, like you’re no one at all. he doesn’t bother to take off the rest of your clothes or even his; he just unzips and lifts your skirt again, hands roughly grabbing a hold of your ass, then you feel the tip pressing flush against your entrance. “i’m gonna put it in now,” he says callously, not an ounce of feeling in his voice.
you’re so wet that it takes no time for you to stretch for him. he chuckles from behind you, an empty laugh. “i guess you enjoyed?” he teases, “you’re basically begging for it at this point.
reaching out to stroke your hair, dazai’s touch is gentle and almost loving as he lets the tendrils slip delicately through his fingertips. there it is again, you think to yourself as you feel a pang in your heart. that wretched touch that’s so achingly sweet it confuses you. there’s always that sudden switch up with, fleeting moments where he’s a different person. but it’s only an instance. he presses himself inside of you with a shaky breath, pushing you into the mattress roughly, and you find yourself in reality again. you don’t face each other. instead, you bury your face into the bed as he pulls you against him again and again and again until you forget all about that moment.
it’s better than way, you think to yourself. sometimes looking into his eyes is too confusing.
after all’s done, there’s nothing but silence between the two of you. dazai’s at his desk organizing some papers, and you’re sitting on the bed trying to collect yourself as the feeling of shame overtakes you. another night spent in this mysterious man’s bed, knowing you’re in love with someone who you can’t possibly ever have. as usual, you’re the first to break the silence. no point in asking him any more questions, or trying to make conversation. you’ve learned your place. “i should probably go,” you say.
dazai looks up at you for a second, almost disappointed, as though he were expecting you to ask him for more. it’s a rare instance of hesitation that surprises even him. “you can stay if you want,” he says flawlessly, acting it was a normal thing for him to ask you to stay in the middle of the day, for no reason at all. it catches you off guard, but the way that it comes out so naturally has you convincing yourself that the pause meant nothing. after all, what would dazai want with you? dazai is the head of port mafia. you are no one to him.
“didn’t you say there was something you wanted to give me?” he asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.
oh, that explains it all.
“oh, that — i, uh... i totally forgot,” you lie through your teeth. he looks almost disappointed, this time visibly frowning. but he perks up in no time.
“ah-ha, you’re so scatterbrained,” he says cheerfully, ruffling your hair. his words are followed by the emptiest laugh.
“next time?”
but dazai’s not there anymore. “right,” he says plainly, but he knows there is no next time. right, he’s being selfish, he thinks to himself. there’s no point in this at all.
you smile as best as you can, then the two of you wave farewell. as you walk down the steps of his apartment, you crumple an envelope in your hands, the reason you came in the first place, to deliver a letter you’d written weeks ago.
dazai:
i can’t see you anymore. it hurts to.
i can’t understand you at all.
i couldn’t tell you face to face because i knew i would cry.
i’m sorry i’m selfish.
you brought your hand to your mouth, suppressing the sob that was about to escape you. in your heart, somehow, you knew you couldn’t stop seeing him. his touch, his hands, his warmth, his scent. the way that he kissed you; the way that he fucked you. that lost look in his eyes. no, you could never leave him - for it’s become all too routine to you now.
what does he dream about? what does he smile about? what does he cry about? why do these things matter so much to you?
with these thoughts in your mind, you let your arms fall limply to your side and tossed the envelope into the garbage as you walked mindlessly from his apartment, the bitter taste of dazai’s tongue still on your lips.
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the-kr8tor · 4 months
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For ff can I make a request for Hobie and reader having like a video game night and they make food and stuff. I think it’ll be cute 🥹
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I've already written about them making food together here and here! Thank you for the lovely request!! 🪩 Anon!
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader (Hobie is mentioned taller though), cw food mention, FLUFF.
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“So this button is punch, the triangle is kick. You got it?” you duck to look at his pensive face, his large hands encapsulating the entire controller.
“The X button is jump, right?” Hobie lifts his head up, face too close to yours you can't help but steal a quick kiss from his lips. He tastes like the buttery popcorn you two made, the sweetness of the cola still lingering on his lips. You pull away with a resounding lips smacking sound.
“If I knew that I'd get a kiss for every right answer, I should've let you teach me how to play your game a long time ago.”
“You just looked too cute with your face all scrunched up I just had to kiss you” your eyes twinkle in the TV's light, game sounds pinging around the living room.
“Cuter than your favourite bloke?” He points at the telly, your favourite character does his idle animation.
“Don't push your luck, Hobie.” you joke.
He retaliates by walking your character near a cliff, teetering close to the edge. You gasp dramatically.
“What'd you say again?” Hobie gives you a shit eating grin.
“Don't” you warn him with a growing smile, hands holding his arm.
“Hmm? What's that?” He doesn't relent.
“I love you?” Batting your lashes for added effect, you kiss his shoulder through his t-shirt.
Truth be told, you don't even care if he lets your character fall and die, he'd respawn anyway. But of course you won't let Hobie know about that.
“You're not sure?”
“I love you,” you snuggle your face to his upper arm, he bites back a laugh. “You're the best Spiderman ever and the best cook and the best at…everything!”
“Love you too” he bends down slightly to kiss the top of your head. “But he's getting in between us.” With one slight push of the joystick, your character falls, making a dying sound at the bottom of the cliff. “Whoops”
Hobie waits for your reaction with a smug smile. You look at him with your head tilted, patting his arm for a 'you tried' pat.
You shrug, “eh, he'll respawn”
“What the bloody hell does that mean?” he drops the controller in his lap. Smooshing your cheeks in his hands.
“Oh I have so much to teach you!” you say with your lips puckered, words almost unidentifiable. Hobie can't help but press his lips to yours with how adorable you look in his hold.
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animekpopsimp · 7 months
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Hayy love your ffs! May i request a Xiao, Kazuha, Lyney and scara (if only one is ok!) Fanfic of them reacting to the reader have to go back to their homeplace (inazuma,etc). Lmao angst is life tyy by the wayy keep up the good work 🔥🔥
(Thanks so much for the request! I'm glad you like my work. And I hope you enjoy this as well. 💜)
This Isn't Goodbye
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Xiao
You had said it when you first met Xiao, you wouldn't be staying in Liyue permanently. That fact alone should have kept him from falling for you. But, much like a mortal, he still fell. Perhaps he fooled himself into thinking things would last, that you two would stay together. Though deep down, Xiao knew that at some point, you would return to your home. It was where you belonged after all. You were just a visitor passing by, and the adepti had been foolish enough to let you steal his heart. Now he had to face the consequences, standing in front of you as you prepared to get on the boat that would take you back to your home, back to Inazuma. Xiao was angry, not at you, but himself. He thought he would be prepared for the moment you left the nation of Liyue, yet now he felt like crying. But he wouldn't let you see him like that, he would remain strong. With one final goodbye to Xiao, you boarded the boat and the Yaksha watched as you got further and further away, and before long you were out of sight. Deep down Xiao could only hope he would see you again.
Kazuha
Kazuha didn't have a home anymore, he didn't settle down. He was a wanderer, and he was ok with that. For the most part at least, but as the Crux made its way toward Liyue, Kazuha felt a heavy feeling of regret. He had fallen for you faster than he could have ever expected, even though he knew that you would return to your home at some point. Despite the sadness he felt, he didn't show it, he simply sat with you on the ship's deck, enjoying what time he still had left with you. Though, even that time didn't feel like enough, and as he watched you step onto the dock, his smile fell for a moment. You smiled at him, the sight making him feel bittersweet. Perhaps the two of you would meet again.
Lyney
Lyney didn't think he would ever have to say goodbye to you, he felt as if you two would be together forever. Though in hind sight, he should have realized that you were just passing by. Nothing good lasts forever after all. The two of you had made so many wonderful memories together, and Lyney wished he had time to make more. All the times your eyes would light up when he performed a magic trick just for you, and the way you would beg him to tell you how he did it. He loved every moment he spent together, and he hated that it would end. He stood with his sister, watching as you prepared to depart. Mondstat was always your home, yet it was so far away. Lyney almost couldn't hold back the tears as he watched you leave. Waving until he couldn't see you anymore. And finally, when he could no longer see it, he let a tear fall.
Scaramouche
Scaramouche wanted to hate you, he wanted to yell at you for leaving him. You were betraying him, weren't you. That's what he wanted to tell himself, but deep down he knew it wasn't true. And he couldn't be mad at you. Not when the expression on your face was filled with sadness. You didn't want to leave him, but your home was important to you, and who was Scaramouche to tell you that you couldn't go back. He kept his emotions under control as you left Sumeru, you had promised this wouldn't be the last time he would see you, and he believed you would keep that promise. He would wait for you, no matter how much it hurt.
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It was a cursed house.
The tale was that a rich man used to live there. He was beautiful. So beautiful the whole town knew who he was. He was also warm and compassionate, he would help old ladies with bags, walk the neighbor’s dog, share his famous coffee whenever he had the time, and help the young boys with driving classes. But his beauty was also his curse because someone’s wife fell in love with him, and as the saying goes, there are two things you cannot hide properly: a cough and a burning love. It wasn’t even a week after the man noticed how his lady would eye the town’s treasure. It was possible the young gentleman didn’t know about this infatuation, but the woman’s husband knew and it was enough for him to stab the man to death in the most brutal way. Rumor had it he tried to get up and walk, but he could only make it to the door of his room, his body collapsing and succumbing to death minutes after agonizing with his own blood. The houses were far one from the other, but his screams were so loud some of the neighbors heard them even after he passed away, haunted by his pleas they moved. 
The house went for sale, and someone even bought it a year after the crime, but they did not last for a week, the ghost of the dead man haunted the place day and night moving things, opening and closing doors, as if inviting whoever was there to leave, and when his requests were not obeyed, he would riot. In the night, his screams would get louder, he would grab their feet, play with the TV’s remote, boil water, and let the windows open. 
They say he’s an angry ghost, a miserable one because he never got to experience true love. He was killed before he could, and so he closed himself on the house he took so much care while in life. His garden was the most beautiful one. Full of dark roses, and big trees, but once he died so did the flowers. It was like everything rotted. 
Yn sighed thinking about the story an old lady told her when she went to get groceries. The woman went as far as advising her to leave the house, the money be damned. But of course, Yn wouldn’t do it. The house cost money for her and her husband, Eric. And besides, she had always been curious about ghost stories. Never truly believed how dangerous it could get.
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simp4pedropascal75 · 7 months
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Secretary (Javier Peña x Reader)
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summary: You graduated from university with dreams of becoming a DEA agent. One year before your graduation, a class trip took you to Colombia, where you met Javier Peña. The two of you quickly bonded over the six months you spent together, but after you left, he grew distant. When you return as a freshly minted DEA agent, you discover that you have not been hired as a DEA agent, but as a secretary.
words: 5.2k
this ff takes place in the late 1980s! (but you still can chat with him? yeah, doesn't make sense)
trigger warnings: 18+, MINORS DNI, age gap(reader in her 20s, Javier in his late 30s), explict language, mentioning of s3x in public, fluff, violence, smoking, being catcalled and harrased by a man, a little bit of angst (?), spoilers of narcos season 1 (?), one mention of y/n
a/n: sorry for taking a while for writing a new ff, but i thank you for over 500 likes on bad guy and also thank you so much for over 108 followers<3 this really keeps me motivated to write.
I also apologize if I mess up the plot of narcos and don't get everything right like it is in the series. English is not my first language and I'm not finished with the series yet. I just finished season 2 episode 3, and lord have mercy with this sex scene of pedro.
But please don't spoiler me in the comments what happens next in the series, thanks<3
And I guess I'll be making a little series out of this, when my creativity is working, what do you think?
i wish you a fun time reading:)
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You are finally getting your mark on your uniform from your teacher. You stand there with a proud smile, looking into the crowd and seeing your parents.
You finally graduated from university to be a DEA agent.
Since you were a kid, your dream was always being a DEA agent, just like your dad. Your dad was stationed in Colombia, that’s why you didn’t see him that much, but when you came visiting him or he came home to Miami, he told you about his stories. He told you how he chased drug traffickers, went on missions and all the other stuff. As a kid, it just amazed you.
That’s why you began to train early for being an DEA agent. Since you were 5, you started solving riddles, like: ‘who stole grandma’s cat?’ and so on. When you got older, you loved solving murder, drug cases or already solved cases from your dad, which you had to solve again.
And it was pretty fun… and to be honest, you were god damn good.
That’s why after you finished high school with 19 years, you went to a DEA university. You were lying, if you're saying it wasn’t pretty hard… sometimes, when you were on your lowest, you even thought about quitting. But even if it was difficult, you didn’t want to throw away your dream, so, you kept going.
One year before your graduation, you went to Colombia with your class. You stayed there 6 months and of course your lessons continued there.
You visited the station where your dad was working and that was also the time where the hunt of Pablo Escobar started. And also, the time… well, where you met Javier Peña.
Every Sunday, you and your class were allowed to go to the station and were shown around, got told some stories and some tips how life works as a DEA agent. It was pretty interesting…
and who really made it interesting was Javi.
You and Javier got pretty close for the whole six months. You got friends… well maybe a little more than that…
Of course, you also met his partner Steve Murphy and you got along also, but just as friends.
You didn’t remember exactly how everything with Javier started, but in the first weeks you were going to the station, you and Javi always talked and you two just got along well. Sometimes he would steal you from the rest of the group to show you some more private folders, because he knew how interested you were in all of this… and also, to make out with you.
But expect of how good he kisses… or fucks.
He was there when you needed him.
Unfortunately, in the last month, your dad got injured when he was on a mission with Javier and Steve. Your dad got shot bad in a shooting and when you got the news, Javi was there to comfort you. Luckily, your dad did survive, but he was left incapable of working ever again.
Also, you didn’t ever know, what you and Javier really are. You know, he slept with a lot of women, mostly to gain information for work, but he also stopped sleeping with other women, for the whole six months when he was with you,
well, that’s what Steve told you.
But he never actually asked you if you would be his girlfriend or something… but neither did you.
One time when he showed your class around, the topic was the balance between work and personal life. He told everyone that he personally doesn’t do ‘relationships’ because of work and he isn’t interested in it, he finds it more exciting to get to know many women. And that’s what probably kept you from asking him because you were scared to get rejected.
Of course, you fell in love with him, but you thought he didn’t.
Also, your dad doesn’t know anything about what you and Javier had… and if he would have found out, he would probably fire Javier. Since his incident he was very protective over you and worried about you getting a DEA agent like him.
But nothing got in your way again, even if you were really not feeling great because Javi and you barley had contact after you left.
You kept going.
And now you're finally standing on the stage, proud with your mark on your uniform and even graduated as the class best.
At the evening you begin packing your suitcase for the flight to Colombia. You planned since the beginning of your studies, to go back to Colombia and work at the same station your dad did. You feel excited of the thought that your dream is finally going true. Also… how will it be meeting Javi again?
You sigh at the thought and suddenly your phone vibrates. You grab it and look on the display.
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Javi
‘heard you graduated, congratulations, hermosa.
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Your heart skips as he writes you that and you don’t notice how red your cheeks get. He didn’t write you often, nearly never, but when he did, he continued calling you hermosa, cariño,… and all the other names he had for you.
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you
thanks, agent. maybe I’ll be your boss soon.
Javi
you wish. your dad told me to pick you up at the airport tomorrow.
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You start to get a nervous feeling in your chest, but also can’t help to smile.
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you
okay, looking forward for tomorrow then, agent.
Javi
see you tomorrow, cariño.
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You throw your phone on your bed and lay down next to it. You can’t keep down your butterflies in your stomach. The thought of seeing him again after one year has you smiling, but also getting you even more nervous.
What should I say when he picks me up?
Should you hug him? What if he kisses me?!
God, I really need to know what to talk about, I hate awkward silence.
You think and start panicking. You groan in frustration into your pillow. You grab after your phone and scroll through your chats with Javi.
Your smile fades as you see your calls he didn’t pick up, how he responded to some messages from you after literally one month. Sometimes he didn’t even respond. You know, he has really much work to do and doesn’t have it easy… but seeing how he barley contacted you, makes you feel disappointed… you really thought he would like you back…
Maybe I have to high expectations, you think.
Maybe he doesn’t care so much about that, but you do. You gave him your trust in so many ways…
And with that thought, you get up with a sigh and look frustrated at your closet. You watch at some of your bikinis. “yeah, I think I’m going to take this one”, you mumble to yourself with a smirk, taking the string bikini in his favourite colour.
You walk towards the exit with your two suitcases and back bag. As you step out of the airport, you take in the warm, tropical breezes. You feel the air brushing across your skin and hair. The sun’s rays are warm and comforting as they peek through the clouds. You take a deep breath and close your eyes, taking a moment for yourself that you’re finally reaching your dream.
“bienvenido a casa, hermosa.”, you hear a very familiar voice saying and you wince.
“goddammit- you scared the shit out of me”, you say out of breath and then take a moment to look at him. He’s leaned against the car, with a cigarette between his fingers. Your feelings are going insane again. He’s still the same, just like when you left. But… he got a little more muscular.
“really? that’s how you act when we see each other after this long time?”, he chuckles and raises an eyebrow.
“shut up”, you mumble as you roll your eyes and walk towards him. You don’t think about it and just wrap your hands around his neck and pull him into a hug. You hug him tightly and you don’t know why, but your eyes start to get wet. Smelling his scent again of cigarettes, leather and musk… it’s addicting.
As you feel how he pulls you closer by wrapping his hands around your waist, your heart skips.
“missed me?”, he whispers and you sense his smirk. “maybe.”, you answer and even if you don’t want to, you end the hug and go some steps back to take your suitcases.
As you feel a wet drop rolling down your cheek, you immediately wipe the tear away and pull yourself together to give him a happy smile. “would you mind helping me with these?”, you point out your baggage.
Javi chuckles as he takes the last drag out of his cigarette until he throws it away and takes two of your suitcases, putting it into the trunk. “god woman-, how many clothes have you in these?”, he gasps and closes it.
“‘need something to dress, you know”, you chuckle and roll your eyes while going into the car. You expected him to say something like: “around me you won’t have to wear many clothes”, but… obviously he holds himself back.
You take a seat next to him and he starts the engine, drinking away from the parking lot. You roll down the window to let the warm breeze of Colombia fly against you. As you were driving through the city, you couldn’t help but just stare out of the window. “feels good to be here again”, you mumble and notice how much you missed this.
You expected him to say something like: “feels good to have you near me again”, but no… nothing.
After a while you finally hear his voice again. “class’s best huh?”, he chuckles and you roll your eyes. “yeah. my dad told you?, you ask and see him nod. “yeah”
“How’s the situation with Pablo? I watched the news, but they don’t tell much and you never know if they’re telling real shit.”, you ask while looking at all the buildings. You see kids play soccer outside and smile. “He’s a fucking pain in the ass, that’s what I can tell you”, Javier mumbles while concentrating on the road.
“You know, we’ll be working together now, you can tell me?”, you point out and raise your eyebrows.
“Let me say, the situation got worse. It’s true that he killed all these people by blowing up an airplane”, he answers and you gulp when you hear that. “There’s a fuckin’ war right in Colombia.”, he adds.
You see that he’s tense because of this topic. As you take a closer look at his face, you also notice he didn’t get proper sleep for like a whole month. “And… you’re fine?”, you mumble concerned.
“I’m fine, hermosa. Nothing to worry about.”, he answers and drives in the streets of Medellin. You remember now where you are. You see the streets you and your class walked down. You also remember that you will soon drive past an ice cream truck… and memories pop up in your mind.
Javier kidnapped you from a trip with your class through the streets of Medellin, again. You were walking down the road, he was right behind you and constantly staring at your ass, because you wore a shorts.
How couldn’t you? It was like 40 degrees in the middle of the day.
A heat wave was surrounding you and the sun was shining right into your face. “you’re not very unobtrusive when it comes to staring, you know.”, you smirk and take a quick look behind you.
“maybe I don’t want to be unobtrusive…”, he says while taking a drag from his cigarette. You roll your eyes at him. You just continue walking and hear a chuckle behind you as you rolled your eyes.
As you keep walking, you spot an ice cream truck. “You know, I really need to cool down now.”, you say and with that you just cross the street, walking towards the ice cream truck. “ice cream, really?”, you hear Javi saying behind you. “You want one too?”, you ask but he shakes his head to no in response.
“Hola señor, me gustaría una cucharada de vainilla y fresa en la oblea, por favor.”, you order in Spanish. You smile proud as the man in the truck understands you and gives you a smile. “Impressing.”, you hear Javier whispering right behind you what makes you laugh. Your Spanish wasn’t actually that bad, when you came to Colombia as a kid to visit your dad, you heard this language all around you. And in school you also had some Spanish lessons.
The man hands you over the ice cream and you hand him the money instead. “Gracias”, you say with a kind smile and then go on the crosswalk again. You and Peña walked to a shady spot, to give you two a break from the burning sun.
You start licking your ice cream from the bottom to the top. And, he was watching you.
He sees how you take long stripes of the ice cream, sometimes licking just the tip. Because of the hot Colombian sun, the ice cream begins to melt quickly.
Drops of ice cream land on your hot, light sweated neck, your thighs and your chin. Then, also on your tank top. “Fuck…,” you mumble and don’t notice how hard you’re making it for Javier. You take your finger, wipe the ice cream away and lick it off your finger.
“goddammit, y/n.”, you hear him cuss quietly, you look at him and notice the bulge on his jeans. “Ops.”, you say innocently and chuckle. You just continue licking your ice cream while looking directly into his eyes. You love teasing him… and always know where it leads you too.
It doesn’t take long to Javier grab your arm and drag you into a small alley. You let your ice cream fall, because of him. “Javi! My ice cream!”, you say literally heart broken like a kid and pout.
Suddenly you feel his tongue licking up the ice cream, which landed on your neck. “Javi, what are you-“, he cuts you off by smashing his lips onto yours. His tongue slips into your mouth, tasting the flavour of your ice cream.
Some minutes later, you find yourself being fucked from behind and pressed against the cold wall.
You don’t notice you’re pressing your tights together, but he does. “How about we get some ice cream? I really want to have ice cream now”, you ask with a slight smile on your face. You wanted to see if he remembered, if his body still responses to the memories of you.
And… it does.
He hesitates and wants to disagree. “Please...”, you beg and you know one thing, he can’t resist your begging… well, not for a long time.
You hear him let out a loud sigh, before whispering a quiet: “okay”.
Yup, still works, you think.
He pulls over and parks right next to the ice cream truck. And it’s really the same as one year ago.
You get out of the car and order yourself an ice cream, you feel him looking at you while you’re waiting. After you finally got your ice cream, you come back in the car and buckle up. You took the same flavours as last time. You take a long stripe of the ice cream and let out a soft satisfying moan.
God, how you missed this.
You hear Javier starting the engine quite impulsive and you can’t help but chuckle.
“So, where we’re going?”, you ask while licking your ice cream. “I’ll let you out at your dads old apartment. You can get yourself comfortable there and unpack your suitcases until I pick you up to drive to the station.”, he says tense but focussed on the road. You let out a cute short “okay” and just continued looking out of the window.
After thirty minutes, you arrive at the building where your dad’s old apartment was. You get out of the car and Javier opens the trunk, taking out your suitcases. As you wanted to take the suitcases, Javier has them already in his grip and getting them up the stairs.
“such a gentleman”, you tease and he opens the door of your building. “just get your ass up these stairs”, he says while rolling his eyes and you laugh.
As you two walked up some stairs, you finally arrived at your apartment. He gets out the keys your dad left for you and locks up the door. You walk through the door and immediately look around while Javier is getting your baggage inside. “It’s cute”, you say and walk to the front door, where he’s standing.
“There you go, cariño.”, he hands you over the keys, “‘gonna pick you up at 4, okay?”, you nod in response. “Thanks”, you say to him with a smile before he closes the door and you see him driving away.
You sigh and everything still feels pretty unrealistic. You go on your small balcony, feeling the hot sun burning in your skin. “I’m back, Colombia.”
You started unpacking your suitcase and made yourself comfortable. You took a shower, put a little make up on to cover the rings under your eyes and got yourself a dress. You’re wearing a white tank top with a shorts, since it’s still very hot outside. “I really need to go grocery shopping...”, you mumble when you’re looking in the empty fridge. You grab an apple out your bag pack and take a bite.
You look at the clock and it’s already 4 o’clock. You grab your cardigan, in case it gets colder in the evening and walk down the stairs, going out on the street and looking around for Javier. It doesn’t take long until you see a black Jeep Cherokee driving down the street.
Yeah, that’s him.
He pulls over and is leaned out of the window with a cigarette in his fingers. He’s wearing the same as in the morning, but now with yellow toned sunglasses.
God, he looks fucking hot.
“Ready?”, he asks while taking a drag of his cigarette. “always”, you reply with a smirk and get in the car. As he starts driving, you feel the excitement building up in you. The thought of you finally working and getting your place in a DEA station, makes your heart jump from happinesses. You worked your whole life for this.
You don’t live far away from the station and as Javier was parking, you saw Steve waiting outside. A big smile comes across your face. You two get out of the car and we’re walking towards the entrance.
“Hello, newbie”, Steve chuckles as he pulls you into a hug. “Shut up”, you roll your eyes and hug him back. “good to see you again”, he says as he lets go of you and you give him a smile. “good to see you too”, you reply and suddenly the door opens and Colonel Carrillo comes out.
You’ve seen him not often, just sometimes when your dad talked with him. “Buenos días, señorita Álvarez”, he says and offers his hand for a handshake. You give him a smile. “Colonel Carrillo.”, you nod and shake his hand, as Javi and Steve greet him too. ”also congratulations for graduating”, he says kind but with a stern face. “Follow me”, he says and walks into the station with you three following.
You squeak quietly because of excitement and your heart beats out of your chest. You walk through the hallway, and already seeing the office of the DEA agent, but instead of walking further, Carrillo opens the door to the secretary’s office.
“There you go”, he says and you just stand there confused. But not only you’re confused, you also feel Javier and Steve’s confusing look. “Um… that’s the secretary’s office”, you mumble and Carrillo nods. “Yeah.”, he says confidently. “I’m a DEA agent, sir.”, you point out, still completely confused.
“Oh, your father didn’t told you yet?”, you shake your head to no. “Your dad wanted you to watch first, to get some feeling for the job before working completely as a DEA agent. Also, the case with Pablo Escobar is kind of heavy.”, Carrillo continues explaining and you can’t believe what you’re hearing.
“What.”, you gasp slightly and feeling complete anger flowing through your whole body.
“‘being your boss soon’, huh?”, you hear Javi quoting your message with a chuckle. You find that anything but funny. “Shut the fuck up.”, you growl to him, and then force a smile to Carrillo.
“If you would excuse me for a minute, sir.”, you mumble tensely and get out of the office, walking out of the station and calling your dad. Murphy and Peña follow you outside, watching you walk up and down while holding your cellphone to your ear.
“poor girl.”, Steve sighs while leaning against the wall. “guess daddy is pretty scared for her”, he adds and Javi sighs while lighting up a cigarette, handing the lighter to Steve. “I mean, she isn’t bad… I think she would be a good help for us.”, Javi says while taking a drag of his cigarette while they watch you literally yell into your cellphone.
“Dad what the actual fuck?! You know how hard I worked for becoming an agent, and now you’re hiring me as the fucking secretary?”, you yell upset. “You’re not even working as the Colonel with Carrillo anymore, how can you still decide something like that!?”
“I wouldn’t want to get into an argument with her, that’s clear..”, Steve mumbles as he’s taking a drag of his cigarette too and looks over to Javi, who’s just watching you.
“You’re planning to fuck with her again?”, he asks and laughs slightly. “Shut up, Murphy”, Javi mumbles. “No I mean seriously… I know you like her, man”, Steve says while you’re still yelling into your phone, shortly before throwing it on the street.
“‘dunno… I didn’t reply to her calls, or texts often after she left…”, Javi sighs.
“Wow.”, Steve gasps as he finishes smoking. “You really are an asshole”, Steve points out and claps on his shoulder.
“but seriously, she likes you, Peña. Make it up to her ”, he says seriously while you’re on the edge to destroy your phone. “You really need a woman in your life, man”.
“Dad, I’m fucking 26! I can take care of myself”, they hear and see you scream.
Javi starts thinking about Steve words and finishes his cigarette too.
“she’s not gonna throw her phone, is she?”, Steve asks while raising his eyebrows as he keeps watching you how literally go rage. “If you think that, you don’t know her enough”, Javi just answers and one second later, you hang up and throw your cellphone directly throw it on the ground.
Steve just stays there in shock. “Told you”, Javi chuckles. As Steve sees how you walk towards them, he immediately makes his way into the station again. “‘need to do some paperwork”, he excuses and Javi rolls his eyes at him.
You take a deep breath and walk to Javi. “Well unfortunately my dad thinks I’m incapable of taking care and defending myself, even if I trained my whole fucking life for this.”, you complain and run your hand through your hair.
“'guess being class best and graduating after such a long time, isn’t enough.”, you sigh and try to calm down. Javi just keeps looking at you.
“I’ll talk to him”, he suddenly says and you look at him. “what? with my dad? that won’t help”, you scoff. “No, I mean with Colonel Carrillo. "I have a good rapport with him.”, he tells you and puts his hand into his pockets.
“If it doesn’t help, you can come over to us in secret, going through some folders and stuff”, he suggests and you nod slowly. “yeah…”, you just sigh. “thanks.. “, you add, turn around and take your phone with a pretty broken display from the ground.
“Would you mind driving me to the grocery store? I don’t have my car yet”, you ask after some minutes of silence. He takes a look at his watch. “Well, I have thirty minutes until my shift begins, if you do it quick, then I can drive y-”, he replies while still leaning against the wall. “good, thanks.”, you cut him off and make your way to his car.
You're leaned on the card and walk through the market. Your cart is already half full and you’re soon finished. Javi was walking behind you and the whole time his eyes were fixed on your ass, you could feel it.
And that’s why you couldn’t stop smirking. “Stop smirking so much, you’ll get wrinkles”, he chuckles and you make your way towards the checkout. “says the man who’s soon in his 40s”, you tease him back and he laughs.
How much you love his laugh…
When you walk to his car with him carrying your two full grocery bags, he takes a look at his watch again and you hear him cuss in Spanish. “I’m already ten minutes late..”, Javier hisses.
“Oh, I’ll walk the rest. My apartment is not far from here and I have to get my cellphone repaired anyway.”, you say, wanting to take the bags from his hands. “I won’t let you walk home alone on these streets, especially if it’s getting dark.”, he says serious, not handing you over the bags. “I can defend myself, it’s fine. Go to work”, you mumble more seriously and grab your bags, ripping them out of his grip.
“When something happens to you-“, you cut him off. “Go to work”, you shout and make your way on the other side of the street.
You hear him cuss in Spanish behind you and just chuckle. You changed in many ways after one year, but one thing always stayed the same.
Your obstinacy, confidence and trust in your skills.
“maybe if you hadn’t been busy with staring at my ass, you would’ve checked the time earlier.”, you shout with a cheeky smile to him as he goes into his car. You chuckle and hear him drive away.
You know when the whole case about Pablo Escobar wasn’t so serious, you know he would’ve driven you home, but unfortunately it was.
It was getting dark and you made your way to a electronic shop. After you talked with the man behind the counter, he told you, you can pick up your phone tomorrow.
When you got out of the store, it was dark outside and got kinda cold. You wanted to put on your cardigan, but notice that you forgot it in Javier’s car. “fuck..”, you mumble and continue walking with your grocery bags.
A group of men were walking next to you on the other side of the street, beginning to catcall you. You start to feel uncomfortable and walk a little quicker, ignoring them. They were continuing catcalling you, and being a woman, alone on a street while it’s fucking dark, is kind of scary.
But that’s life as a woman, I guess…, you think
But you pull yourself together and remind yourself of your confidence, knowing you would knock the fuck out of them. You were five minutes away from your apartment, but suddenly one of the men decided to switch sidewalks and walk to you.
“Buenas noches, hermosa. ¿Buscas alojamiento?”, he asks while walking next to you.
Someone else calling you hermosa, who’s not Javier, gives you the shivers.
Your Spanish wasn’t perfect, but you think he asked you if you have a place to sleep tonight or something.
You continued ignoring him, and he continues speaking to you, but now you didn’t understand shit… and to be honest, you didn’t want to understand it.
You could sense and smell he’s drunk. “Vete a la mierda”, you tell him to fuck off.
Suddenly he grabs your arm, and that was it. You let fall your grocery bags, grab his hand and kick him right into his balls. He couldn’t react fast enough because of the alcohol, so you also kicked him with your knee right into his face.
You hear a car coming nearer, but ignore it. As the guy lies on the ground, you punch him right in his face. You hear his mates being shocked. “You want too? Come here then!”, you shout challenging, but they didn’t thought twice and ran away.
You just scoff as you see them walking away and bending down to grab to pick up your groceries.
Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back. “Cariño, are you o-“, before your brain can process and recognise that it’s Javier’s voice, you punch him directly into his face. You hear him groan in pain and as you look up, you see his car. “Omg- I’m so sorry-“, you panic and take his hand into your face, looking at his bleeding nose. You take out a tissue of your shorts and hold it against his nose.
“I thought it was someone of these men-“, he cuts you off and takes the tissue himself. “You got a hell of a punch, you know that”, he says while holding the tissue at his nose.
A part of your brain starts thinking, he deserves it. For ignoring you for so long. You start to form s slight smirk on your lips, but then throw the thought away.
“What a secretary I am, huh?”, you chuckle and pick up your groceries. He stuffed the tissue into his nose and then helps you, getting all your groceries together and then lifting up your grocery bags.
“Don’t you have to work?”, you ask him confused because it was just 20 minutes ago when he left. “‘told Carrillo I forgot a folder at home, I can’t let a beautiful woman like you, walk home alone.”, he says while going to his car. “but I have to say, you handled the situation pretty well, he’s completely knocked out.”, he smirks and gets the grocery bags in his car.
As he called you beautiful, you blush slightly and take a seat in his car. “‘didn’t train for nothing, you know”, you giggle while he starts the engine and drives you home.
As you arrive after literally 2 minutes, you take your cardigan and get out of the car. “thank you for still looking for me”, you mumble and put the cardigan on.
“no problem… but I kind of deserved this punch, didn’t I?”, he sighs while you take your grocery bags.
Now you can’t hide your dirty smirk anymore.
“Yeah, you kind of did”, you answer and close his car door.
“‘wish you a good shift then, be careful”, you give him a smile and then walk to the building, getting out your keys. “see you tomorrow, hermosa”, he calls after you and as you walk through the door, you hear him drive off.
...
The next morning you finally got your car and could drive alone. Even if you enjoyed Javier’s as your driver. You get to the DEA station and walk to your office…
You see a sign with your name on your desk, and under it is written: secretary.
Yup, still hate that, you think and let out a loud sigh.
You take a seat on your chair and lean back. After a while some woman comes in and gives you some paperwork, and also a folder that you can catch up with everything. Even if the thought, that you normally could work in the DEA office to take down some of Pablo’s guys, makes you angry, you need to live with it for a while now. And then, you get started…
After some hours you hear a knock on your door. “Come in”, you say loud and as you look up who it is, you roll your eyes. “Agent Peña”, you call him while having the folder in the hand.
“‘The previous secretary was fired because being caught flirting, kissing and sleeping with one of the agents’”, you read out loud and then look up at him. “And who might that be huh?”, you ask serious while raising an eyebrow at him, knowing exactly who it probably was.
“Even if you won’t believe me now, it wasn’t me”, he answers and places a coffee on your desk. You raise your eyebrows at him. And he was right, you didn’t believe him.
But, why should you care? You’re not together or anything… but the thought of him fucking another women, makes you jealous… and kinda sad.
“you’re fucking all your secretaries now, Agent Peña?”, you ask cheeky while being leaned back in your chair. He just chuckles while shaking his head and places his hands on your desk, leaning against it.
“No, just you.”, he answers and you choke on your coffee because you took a sip.
“We’re definitely not fucking and I’m not your secretary.”, you say serious to make a point.
He takes a cigarette from his ear into his fingers and puts it between his lips, while making his way out of your office.
“Yeah, we’ll see about that in some weeks.”
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zu8her · 8 months
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✧・゚Hands | Sakusa Kiyoomi — we all got a hand kink.
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✧・゚tags— hand kink, dom!Sakusa, penetrative sex, consent, cum eating, foreplay
✧・゚notes — I want to credit @tsukiboo as inspiration. They made a post about Tsukishima's hands that I could not get out of my head. In the end tho, I thought I would be best if it was Sakusa Kiyoomi ff. Anyway- I hope you enjoy this. Keep in mind I have not been writing for long so give me grace.
✧・゚— word count: 2.3K
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Taking a sip of her coffee, she sits next to him. Taking in the morning sun as it sneaks through the window, the calm of finally resting after working her ass of at work and the man in front of her, typing away at his laptop. Unfortunately, unlike her he didn't get off but works remote so he's always at home. That is her point of contention. Him being here but not actually being able to be here, with her. To actually spend time together. Instead she reminisces, her head flooded with memories of him.
With every passing memory she grins to herself and continues to survey him. His black strands still dishevelled because he did not feel the need to deal with it and y/n had already occupied the bathroom moisturising her scalp and combing out her afro.
She surveys him as he casually licks his lips, his puffy red nose that always accompany him when he wakes up and to his distaste overstays it's welcome.
But what instantly grabs her attention, is his arms. Inwardly, salivating as she gawks at them. At his rolled up grey sleeves that outline the slight tone of his muscles and reveal them. His hands decorated with veins and the ring she was hesitant to give him because she assumed that he 'wouldn't be into something like that'. Determined to prove to her that he was, that he actually loved the thoughtful gift, only taking it off to clean it or showering, always wearing the silver ring. She presses her thighs together as she thinks back to the sensation of him tracing the cold ring all over her body.
Her thought drift her to the start of their relationship. Before this started she knew he was not very fond of just anything/ anyone touching him. He is still slightly particular of hygiene. She noticed how he would tense every time any part of her body would so much as graze his. So, she stopped trying and became distant. He noticed, and made an effort to touch her more.
In the end, he ended up craving it, though he would not show it openly. His hands remember every one of her curves. To the extent where he feels the sensation tingle across his hands even when he is not touching her. He would close his eyes and let every part of her body, that he ran his hands across, drown his thoughts while grinding his hands together in an attempt to replicate the sensation.
She sits waiting to spend time with him. She sits spending time with him. Observing, his long slender fingers gracefully gliding across the keyboard. She sits patiently, ogling his hands, relieved that he is too busy completing his code to question her, giving her the opportunity to respectfully, observe his sculpted hands.
"Y/n," he calls as he continues to work at his code.
"Mmmh?" She mumbles, raising her eyes to meet his, still planted on his screen.
"Do you need anything?"
"No." She lies, cupping her cheek. "Actually," he raises his eyebrows. "Do you have a hand to spare?"
He immediately gives her his right hand. Typing with his left. She smiles, tracing her warm fingertips across his cold veins, comparing their hands by pressing them together.
"Baby, I kinda need my hand if you're done." She lets go. "I don't know why you like them so much."
"What?"
"My hands."
"No, I don't." She cheekily retorts.
"You've been staring at them again." She smiles in defeat. "I don't know," she steals his hand back, connecting it with hers. "Their just so..."
He removes his eyes from his screen looking down at her tilting his head. She mimics his movement with a grin. His mouth corner rises before falling and him returning to his computer. She mumbles something about getting breakfast ready to detract him from further questioning her as she continues to stare at his hands. The hands he loves wrapping around her thighs, torturously slow.
Those hands that make her think back to the times she'd tape his fingers for him before every match.
Sitting at a bench as wondering eyes walk by and she would nervously look up at them. "You're nervous" Her eyebrows knot as she glares at him. "I'm not- it's just- nevermind." She simply sighs and continues to tape his fingers. Gently twirling the sports tape around his fingers. He attentively watches her as she does so. Done, he gets up. He throws his jacket over her shoulders, looking down at her, his taped hands cupping her face, before regrouping with his team.
Getting up she retreats to the fridge. She could feel his eyes on her as she grabs some milk and cereal from the cabinets below. Taking a spool full of cereal she walks past him into the living room. She hops on the couch, taking another bite. Switching the TV on, she flips through before settling on a show she regularly, quite intentionally procrastinates watching to the end. She absentmindedly watches the show. Her eyes planted on the tv but mind preoccupied with his hands.
The hands that gently wraps around her throat. The hands that holds her waist and pulls her to him. The hands that holds hers. The hands that holds firmly as her hips as he fucks into her.
Hands. His hands, drown her thoughts. Those hands she wants caressing every part of her body. That's all she can think about. Her mind consumed with his large calloused hand. She groans in frustration slightly shifting picking up the remote to rewind. He looks over his shoulder before returning to his screen.
Hours later, she hears him finally shut his laptop and the shuffling of his slippers as he shuts the curtains before making his way toward her. Looking up from her phone, the sun had gone down. Lifting the comforter he sneaks next to her.
"Week's work is done." He gives a tired smile. "I'm all yours."
At the start of their relationship, he had noticed how she would stare at his hands. As he turned the page of the book he was reading, her staring down at him from the spectators seats as he practiced and him simply washing his hands. Her eyes would fixate on him and his so-called perfect hands. Always "observing" as she puts it.
Sakusa knew she liked his hands. Maybe it is because after he started to really get comfortable he became completely enamoured with her. Touching her. He grew addicted. Though it was beyond him why she liked his hands, the arrangement worked for them both. He most certainly used it for his pleasure and most importantly hers.
Turning to face her, he sneaks his hand onto her thighs. Smiling, when she faced him. “Very interesting show. Don’t you think?” “Yeah…”
He continues to rub as her soft thighs, placing emphasis on scars and dark marks by pressing softly and gently rubbing. Gliding his hands up and down. She attempted to pay attention to the TV but her eyes settled on his hand. Rubbing and squeezing, his large hands caressed her thick thighs. Her breath shortens with every caress. His hand inching closer to where she desperately wants his fingers to entertain.
Abruptly, his hand comes to a halt. Her eyes shoot forward at the TV screen. Removing, his hands on her thigh he brings it to her face. Placing it as the side of her cheek turning her head toward him. Her brown eyes settle on him with her chest softly rising and falling. Her cropped t-shirt outlining her chest delicately. Pulling the comforter off he stands staring down at her.
He stands awkwardly for a bit before gathering his words. “Would you like it if I- uhmm…?”
“Yes,” she jolts. Extending his hand he helps her get up.
The walk to their bedroom down the hall was tense as she tilted her head to glance at the man behind her. Entering the room, his scent with a hint of perfume hits her. She relaxes looking back as the door clicks closed. He walks her way, towering over her. He cups her chin his eyes darting across her face. “Sit on the bed and face the mirror.”
She crawls onto the bed staring at herself through the mirror. At her gown draped over her, then at him climbing behind her. Their eyes meet and she gives him a nod. Touching her shoulders, he pulls off her gown. She shivers as his fingers slide down her arms. Discarding it, he groans glancing back at the mirror. His eyes taking in her body.
Leaning forward he presses his chest against her back. She lays back relaxing into him as he cups her chest. He runs his hands over her shirt rubbing at her tits underneath. Her back slightly arches as she feels the silk fabric of her shirt press and slide across her nipples. Gasping as he brushes his thumb against them and gently pinching. Kissing along her neck as he gropes them. Toying with the hem of her shirt, he helps her pull it over her head, discarding it.
She sits on her knees, lifting a bit as he wraps his arm around her waist continuing his indulgence by cupping her tits once more. She desperately pulls for his right hand. “Want to keep going?” He whispers against her ear. She nobs. Staring into the mirror, she impatiently moves his hand to her panties. He rubs her through the fabric. She moans gripping his arm, watching him look down, his black hair falling forward, and his hand between her legs.
Pulling down her panties, he simply glides his fingers across her wet folds. She mewls as his fingers sink into her. He slides his fingers into her cunt as her wetness rolls down her thighs and drips onto the bed, staining his sheets. She tightens around his fingers pushing down into them in an effort to get more friction. She whines when he pulls out and latches his wet fingers onto her clit.
She breathes, feeling the warmth escape behind her. Watching him walk to his closet. “I bought you something.” Closing his closet he reveals a wand, similar to hers. “Get on your back, baby.”
On her back she watches him settle above her, between her legs. “You always use one of these when I’m not around.” Pressing the toy onto her clit, she shivers at the cold sensation. “I’ve been thinking about it a lot. How you fuck yourself with this.” When he turns it on a silent gasp leaves her lips and she grips the sheets, an orgasm washing over her as he squeezes her hips.
He bucks his cock against her, rolling the wand onto her clit. His hand flexing as he pressing it down. Staring down at her as she comes undone once more. His indulgence continues holding firmly at her hip as she attempts to escape.
Only after cumming several times more does his hold loosen and the wand put aside. She lays beneath him dazed. Drool running down the side of her mouth, twitching. His fingers run across her cheek, her drool coating them. He moves forward, his hands at the side of her head and his crotch against her leaking cunt. He rolls his crotch onto her sensitive clit. Her hips jerk as he presses and grinds his bulge against her.
Getting up, he pulls off his pants. Her breath hitches as he wraps his hand around the base of his cock stroking. Rubbing her saliva all over his shaft. He captures his lower lip between his teeth but fails to prevent his moans from slipping out. “Fuck.” Her hand sneaks between her folds. Gripping her writs, he pins her stern stare.
Staring at herself through the mirror, she moans delightfully, as he holds her wrists and fucks her from the back, watching as his veins become more prominent as his grip tightens. As he pulls her back onto his cock with every thrust. Beads of sweat rolling down his face and his breath can be felt against her skin.
His mouth agape as he plunges into her cunt. He lets go of her wrists, bringing up his fingers into her mouth. She moans against them. Sucking as she tasted her cum. With his right hand, he rubbed her swollen clit purposefully sliding the ring down a bit to press against it. A feral moan rips through his throat as he feels her clench around cock.
The sound of skin connecting becoming more lewd with her cum coating his pelvis. He holds onto her as she cums with her griping his forearm. Pulling out, he cusses at the sensation and her cum running down his thighs onto the sheets.
Laying back against the headboard he watches her sink down onto his cock. She looks down at him. At his hands on her hips and his thumb rubbing at her stretch mark. She grinds into him. His tongue grazes his lips looking up at her throwing her head back on his cock. She lowers her eyes at him when one of his hands leave her hips and rubs at her clit.
She leans into him as he fucks up into her. Her nails digging into his shoulder as she cums. Gently laying her down he positions himself between her cunt. Restlessly, she watches as he fists his cock. Watching as his precum trickle down his hand and onto her. He glances down at her as she tries to close her legs with a grin planted on his face. He releases a raspy moan as his cum spurts on her stomach.
He releases his cock heavily breathing. He presses his cum-smeared cock against her wet cunt. Leaning forward his digits enter her mouth. Collapsing next to her he sighs, his breath still heavy. Rolling off his bed he enters the bathroom before returning with a wet clothe which he uses to clean his cum off. "I still don't get why you like my hands so much."
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luna-rainbow · 3 months
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What if S2E05
Ew. Genuinely do not recommend watching, purely from a writing point of view. It feels like I've just watched someone wanking off to themselves and walked away covered in goo.
I'm just saying 90% of the fanfics on AO3 is less stomach-churning than this crap.
Cut for language.
This episode starts off with just...the most wankerish introduction ever from The Watcher. What is this, 6th grade creative writing? His speech was basically "the bestest Mary Sue to ever Mary Sue is to Mary Sue in this upcoming Mary Sue episode! Did I tell you she's a Mary Sue?"
They really just...cut Sam out of his first and major appearance in the MCU. I mean...between Sam's glaring omission and somehow having the lead Widow antagonist (other than Melina) being a Black woman, in an episode featuring Ms Brexit...I'm not saying you should join the dots but the dots be damn there.
How come she gets to yell at Fury and Nat for hiding Steve from her but everyone is pretending that Steve would be fine with Peggy never telling him about Bucky. The math ain't mathing.
Fury tells her to sit out of the fight and Peggy whirls on him with the most possessive Karen snarl, "I'm Peggy Carter and we're talking about ~Steve Rogers~" Just. EW.
Steve literally has no personality or character beyond "UwU I just wanna be your lover~" the whole way, which. The writing was just not good enough to carry off and it just comes across like a juvenile self-insert fanfic.
OH FFS Not only is she stealing this whole Winter Soldier storyline she gotta steal NAT'S MOVES of beating up the Winter Soldier just FOR FUCK'S SAKE GET YOUR OWN PLOT WOMAN.
"Even in Russia girls grow up dreaming of being Captain Carter."
EWW WHY???
I can't believe this script got greenlit. She's the best she's flawless she's got a perfect love story and everyone wanna be her! Without showing you anything that proves that.
Pffft the shield dropping and the sob story (which Steve fanfic did they lift that monologue from because it sounds awfully familiar). At least they didn't try pulling the end of the line.
Oh and Steve saves her ass at the end of the day.
So not only is she a Mary Sue, she's a Mary Sue who still fucking needs a man to finish off her job. Like. This is the dumbest kind of story telling.
Sebastian doing an old man voice was the much needed breath of fresh air in this episode until I remember that it was probably a trial run for his Trump voice.
*Scrubs brain*
BTW Bucky clearly was not a morally corrupt character like Pierce and I guess...no shit, he wasn't the one who used Operation Paperclip to recruit Zola into the organisation, but I'm not sure the general audience would make that distinction.
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odiesbun · 11 months
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...♡You're running away from your wedding with him♡...
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There may be errors in the text, as my native language is not English. Thank you for your likes!
genre: fluff.
warning: wedding elopement, marriage of convenience, from strangers to lovers (some membera), from friends to lovers (some members), references to smoking, alcohol and food.
w.c: 2.6k
a.n: lol, since there's something weird going on in my soul right now(it's all because I'm in a friend zone with someone I really like), I've decided that I'm going to numb the heartache by writing ff at night...
♡Chan♡
Chan knew very well that you weren't ready to become someone's bride so soon, especially when everyone forced you to do it against your will. And of course, Chan was taking your side exclusively. Having been your best friend since junior high, Christopher wished you nothing but good and happiness, so he had a question mark in his head for a long time, asking how to summon you out of this nightmare. In fact, he hadn't originally planned to steal you away from your wedding; his only credible plan was that he might let you live in this nightmare for a few days or months and then file for divorce. But when you casually voiced your idea right before the wedding began, he was delighted. It was like a light bulb went on over Chan's head.
- „You know, all you have to do is show up there just for the cameras. You don't have to sign that jer... Ahem, the man, yes.“ - Chan coughed into his fist, then awkwardly scratched the back of his head and smiled. In both situations his conscience would eat away at him, but what he planned to pull off now might at least contribute to your happiness.
Once you got to the registry office, Christopher constantly stood behind you, trying to touch you in every way possible and thereby reassuring you. Your job was to greet the cameras, the guests, and your family, and then pretend to get overexcited and go to the bathroom. Naturally, by bathroom, Chan meant escape...
You gave a strained smile as you bowed. Your veil blocked your view considerably and you could barely see the faces of your guests, but it was even better that way. Your fiancé was standing near the altar, watching everything that was going on. You took a few timid steps before stopping and faking a fit of nausea. The guests instantly hustled, telling you that you should go get some air and postpone the wedding ceremony for a few minutes. You covered your mouth with your palm and nodded, then quickly headed for the exit. Right outside the door, Chan was already waiting for you, and he flew up to you worriedly, hugging you gently by the shoulders.
- „Did I make it? Did I make it?“ - You gasped, not even believing that your guests had let you go so easily and left you alone. Christopher smiled encouragingly.
- „Not yet, but it's just a matter of time. We need to get out the back door as quickly as possible.“ - Says Chan, taking off your veil, which was blocking your view.
***
The groom bursts into the hall furious, his voice making the guests jump up from their seats.
- „She's not there!“ - He runs up to your parents, who were just as worried, and hands them your snow-white veil.
- „That's all I found. The veil was lying out front, ma'am.“ - He adopts a sad expression on his face, his lips pressed into a thin line. Your mother clutches the piece of cloth to her chest, letting out a stifled sob.
- „She ran away...“ - She whispers against her lips, her face full of teardrops which she immediately brushes away with her handkerchief. - „She ran away...“
♡Lee Know♡
A marriage of convenience was clearly not what you wanted... You and Minho were head over heels in love and both knew it perfectly well, but your parents decided otherwise, marrying you off to the rich son of the chairman of one of the biggest business companies in town.
And of course, Minho attended the wedding. He admired your beauty, but every time he looked at your sad face and at your fiancé, every muscle in his face tensed and his leg twitched nervously. Suddenly, as Minho scrambles up from his chair, the lights go out. The guests look around dumbfounded, and you are picked up and lifted into the air. You let out a frightened and strangled shriek, but Minho's voice and his caring hands force you to calm down.
- „It's me. I'm going to get you out of here. Now!“ - He gropes his way through the dark room. You hear in the crowd that your disappearance has already been discovered, but now you don't care anymore. You and Minho are already standing at the door and then the lights come on before Minho's loud voice echoes through the room.
- „Dear guests!“ - He begins, bowing. A sly and malicious smirk spreads across his face as he sees the guests' faces, either frightened or surprised. - „Since you didn't want to give her to me voluntarily, I took her away myself. Your bride is now mine!“
And with those words, you finally leave the altar and your wedding altogether.
As it turned out later, the lights in the hall were turned off by Jisung, who agreed to help Minho. They had been rehearsing this plan for days, so Minho already knew every exit from the building. Hopefully you'll be left to your chambers and now you'll be Minho's official bride.
♡Changbin♡
Changbin was not a proponent of the view that running away from a wedding of convenience was a good thing. On the contrary, he was of the opinion that it was foolish and unwise. Besides, you might have suffered not only morally and at the hands of your own parents or groom, but also because it was uncomfortable to move around in a long wedding dress, so you might have stumbled and fallen.
- „Changbin, help me.“ - You suddenly clutched onto his arm, pulling him away from the guests. Seo clapped his eyes in surprise, his mouth alternately opening and closing. You were quiet before you continued. - „I want to end this nightmare and leave the wedding. I don't want to be here. I don't want him to be my husband.“
Changbin pursed his lips as he looked around the hall guests. His eyes lingered on your fiancé, who was chatting sweetly about something with other ladies whom only he himself knew. Changbin sighed sadly, shaking his head and agreeing to your plan.
***
The stairs creaked as your foot touched another rung. Escaping from your own wedding through the spare staircase that stretched from the second to the first floor wasn't the best idea. The construction was not reliable and time dragged painfully slow as you made your way down. Changbin stood at the top of the small balcony, holding up the beginning of the stairs and looking back nervously to make sure no one would notice you. When your foot finally touched the hard ground, you smiled happily, cocking your head.
- „Are you down yet?“ - Changbin poked his head down, raising his eyebrows. You waved a hand at him before you smiled again, but with a grateful look.
- „Thank you“ - you nodded, glancing away. Your path now lay down a narrow little alleyway that ended with a dark lantern in the distance. - „I'll take it from here.“
Your whisper was no longer heard by Changbin. You picked up your long dress in your hands, rushing off, and Changbin returned to the wedding celebration hall as if nothing had happened. What really happened that night was known only by you, whom hardly anyone could find afterwards, and by Changbin, who diligently believed that you would still find your happiness and would surely make yourself known later.
♡Hyunjin♡
The whole irony of the situation was that you were the newlyweds. Hyunjin just didn't like the fact that there were too many extra people at your wedding who came uninvited, and besides, it was rather boring. You had planned to celebrate the wedding with your circle, you and him and your mutual friends and parents, but it all went wrong.
That's why people look at you strangely as Hyunjin pulls you forward by the hand, dragging you along with him. You laugh mischievously, the wind developing your wedding dress beautifully. You toss your wedding bouquet into the air, getting rid of it completely, for it flies right into the balcony in one of the apartment buildings. You don't know where you're going and you don't know what will happen after the guests discover the missing bride and groom, but you do know that you made the right choice.
- „You know, this happens to be the best day of my life!“ - Exclaims Hyunjin when you finally reach the end of the town. All that's left in front of you is a wide field, a forest, and a highway. You finally exhale with your chest full, spreading your arms out to meet the sun and the wind.
- „So do I. I've always wanted to get married to you, but running away from a wedding is a much better decision.“ - You smile, intertwining your fingers. Hyunjin smiles, too, picking you up in his arms and spinning you around like a real princess, giggling.
It was better than sitting in a stuffy room with a bunch of uninvited guests... At least the bride and groom were happy with each other and that's all that matters. You made the right choice, even if your family will judge the two of you for your sudden decision.
♡Han♡
Who would have thought an ordinary chauffeur would be an accomplice in your escape from your own wedding? Han Jisung had been personally hired by your fiancé to drive you to the wedding ceremony and to help the guests get to their homes afterwards. But since it was just you and him in the car and you were a little behind the entire wedding procession, you decided to pull a daring and ignorant stunt.
- „Could you please turn right at the next corner?“ - You were sitting in the back seat, which allowed you to wrap your fingers deftly around the driver's seat in front. Jisung's eyes widened, and he opened his mouth in surprise.
- „But if we turn right, we take a completely different route...“ - He muttered, staring at the navigator arrow that showed us to go straight.
- „I don't care. Just turn right, I'm not going to be at the damn wedding anyway.“ - You answer, rolling your eyes. Just as you reach the right turn, Han sharply turns the wheel, allowing you to leave the pandemonium of cars.
***
You pull over in the deep woods, making sure no one will look for you. The geolocation and internet were not working, so it is unlikely that anyone will need you for the next few hours. You get out of the car, stretching your swollen limbs from the long drive and holding your long dress so you don't trip and fall face first into the mud. Jisung gets out of the car, too, jumping right on the hood and dangling his feet.
- „Well, since we're so tied up in circumstances...“ - Han smiles awkwardly and smxenly, scratching his neck, and then holds out his hand to you, smiling sweetly. - „I'm Han Jisung.“
- „Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. But to you the runaway bride from the wedding.“ - You giggle, shaking his hand.
It seems like running away from a wedding was the beginning of something more than a simple friendship. Besides, this night will be remembered by both of you for the rest of your lives, for you have never felt so much happiness and adrenaline in your blood.
♡Felix♡
You didn't know Felix until after your wedding. He turned out to be a friend of your fiancé, with whom you found very many topics in common, so at the moment you were disappearing with him on the balcony. There was a beautifully decorated decor around you, the wind developing your clothes and hair as you admired the sunset. Felix took a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, then put one between his lips and held out the rest of the pack to you.
- „Thank you, but I don't smoke.“ - You smiled, lowering your gaze. You seemed to be reacting to everything wrong, for you had known your already fiancé for years and it could even be considered a loving marriage, but you didn't think so. He wasn't someone you truly loved.
- „You know, I wish I could call off the wedding right now and just go home...“ - You sigh, leaning your face against your hands that rest on the railing. Felix hums, exhaling cigarette smoke.
- „It can be arranged.“ - He says in his bass voice, turning his head toward you. You've only known him for a few hours, but you can tell for a hundred percent that he looks adorable.
- „How?“ - You raise your head in surprise, a glimmer of hope in your eyes.
- „Let's elope from the wedding, shall we?“ - He grimaces, bringing his face a little closer to yours. You wrinkle your nose at the smell of smoke, but you crack a blissful grin and nod.
I don't think anyone was looking for you that day... Everyone knew the outcome of such a wedding and almost everyone saw how happy you were running away from the building, but no one dared to stop you. That day you fell in love for real and your true love, the one you are ready to marry and not run away from your own wedding, is Lee Felix, already a former friend of your ex-husband.
♡Seungmin♡
He didn't even plan to help you until you clung to his arm, frantically and tearfully asking him to get you out of that damn wedding. Seungmin was the childhood friend who introduced you to your husband.
Seungmin opened his mouth in mute surprise, looking around to make sure there were no extra ears or eyes around-all busy eating hors d'oeuvres and talking about the groom and the wedding decorations, all safely oblivious to your existence.
- „Just let me go, Seungmin.“ - You ask, tugging at his jacket sleeve. - „Cover for me, please.“
Seungmin sighs, then rubs the bridge of his nose and is silent for a few seconds. He looks back at the stage with the live music, showing one of them a finger held to his lips, to which he receives only a nod and a look from his watchful eyes. Seungmin takes a step to the side, gently grabbing your arm and pretending to dance with you.
- „You pretend to dance, then walk smoothly toward the back door.“ - He takes a step to the left, then defiantly tilts your body back so you can see the exit. You nod, filled with determination.
***
You only have time to sit in the backseat of the car and buckle up before Seungmin gives you a sharp gasp, causing the car to sprint forward, leaving only dark tire marks on the asphalt.
- „Don't even think about thanking me.“ - Seungmin says quietly, breaking the awkward silence between you. You look down, taking off your white lace wedding gloves, and then look up at Kim with a puzzled look.
- „Why?“
- „Because you asked me to do it yourself.“ - He explains, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He looks at you through the rearview mirror, then corrects it. - „Besides, I introduced you to him myself, so it's my fault you're running away from your wedding.“
You smile. Even if Seungmin is grumpy, he still cares about you, so if he's asked if he witnessed you running away, Seungmin will say no, lying that he was in the bathroom at the time.
♡I.N♡
You and Jeongin had been a happy couple in love for a year, but your parents cared little. You were supposed to marry your mother's friend's son, whom you had seen at most once or twice in your life. And Jeongin was soon to leave to study at a university abroad. The two of you clearly did not like this election, for you were not given the right to choose, and you did not want to part with each other either.
Jeongin was not supposed to attend your wedding, because he had an airport flight from Korea in two hours. But he successfully persuaded your parents that he would only take one look at the wedding ceremony, congratulate you, and leave. But that wasn't the case. As soon as Jeongin saw your fiancé, he was ready to hit him right at the altar. He was jealous, he was angry, and he felt madly sorry for you because you were HIS first love.
You stood awkwardly near the altar, not knowing where to put your gaze, just to avoid looking at the guy you didn't know, who was now almost related to you. The priest beside you was quickly babbling something about love and health, and you were already slowly moving toward the vows, but suddenly Jeongin, who was sitting in the middle of the guests, stood up, raising his hands.
- „May I have your attention, please?“ - He coughed. Your fiancé's face stretched in surprise and anger, which only made Jeongin straighten his shoulders proudly and feel like a fish in water. - „Did you know that the bride doesn't even know this man? Do you know all WHAT he did to his last fiancée? Do you really want to wish such a terrible fate on this sweet, young and innocent girl?“
As Jeongin spoke, he walked slowly down the aisle. The guests began to whisper in surprise and consternation, and you finally smiled, taking a timid step toward Yang. «Now» flashed through your head.
- „But what did... What did he do?“ - The priest opened his mouth in surprise, splashing his hands. The groom was as silent as a fish on ice, his face contorted with anger and shame.
- „You will find out later. And now, dear Y/n, let me be your future husband.“
Jeongin gallantly extends his hand to you and you accept it. You both take off, flying out of the registry office like a bullet to fly with Jeongin to the other side of the world later. Your papers have long been prepared, your things have been packed and your most important plan has been fulfilled, so now you could feel free.
By the way, the story about your fiancé doing something was made up, Jeongin just made it up as he went along, but he very convincingly convinced the guests that the guy was a bad person. Everybody believed him...
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