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Nobody's Son, Nobody's Daughter

Part IV

hello my loves, here's another part of my Edmund Pevensie x fem reader fic! We're finally getting some spice in this part!

hope you enjoy! :)

the other parts can also be found under this tag and on my acc!

word count almost 4k

The moonlight coming from the window at the end of the corridor illuminated his face just enough that Y/N saw what she believed to be tears glistening on his cheeks. Althea was sitting outside the King's chamber silently crying. Y/N tried to piece together the cause for such a scene. She figured the moans coming from the King's chamber had something to do with them. She could hear a few occasional grunts coming from a deep voice and many higher pitched moans. The King was enjoying some time with one of his mistresses apparently while Althea was outside crying.

Y/N had seen enough and quietly turned around and left the wing still in search of her own chamber.

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Althea had listened all night. He recognized Edmund's noises, clearly he wasn't very passionate about this. He sounded rather .. upset. It didn't happen often that Edmund called one of the eager ladies up to his room but each time he did Althea felt like he had been punched in the stomach. He felt bad for a number of reasons. First of all he felt that Edmund was doing this just to blow off some steam. From the sounds they were making it was clear that Edmund was being quite rough. Althea knew he only acted like this on days when he was angry. Who could blame him? He did just lose his entire family and the threat of his own death was still dangling over his head.

Secondly though, Althea felt pained no matter what kind of sex Edmund was having. On the rare occasion that Edmund was actually enjoying himself he sounded much different than this time. He sounded soft, breathy moans leaving his flushed lips and strong hands gripping the sheets. Althea knew he would make him feel like this every time, better even, if only he had the chance to. He knew he would love his king so good if only one would let him. He was right for Edmund, he was good for him, he would be good to him.

But instead Edmund was in there, separated from Althea, with an unknown woman, pounding her small body into his mattress until she would either scramble away from overstimulation or he would finally release himself.

Althea knew this wasn't what Edmund truly desired. While he made the women squirm and yell out his name he would always retreat to his bath chamber once they were finished and take himself in hand to reach the end.

On those nights Althea wouldn't touch himself. Despite the temptation of pleasure alongside his beloved, Althea's broken heart spoiled it for him. The pain of being reminded that Althea wasn't what Edmund wanted spoiled it. Instead he spent those nights wishing he had breasts, a smaller waist and an entrance in between his legs instead of a penis. Maybe then Edmund would finally see him for what he wanted to be, his lover. He was so caught up in his own misery that he missed the woman's resemblance to Y/N and perhaps so had Edmund himself.

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The next morning Y/N was awoken by a maid. She was a sweet young girl, full of energy and all smiles. Y/N figured she had been sent here by her parents who probably live in the countryside. The girl looked strong like she had helped out on a farm or doing labour in the woods. Most notably though she had the accent that the people from the countryside had. "Good Morning Ma'am" she opened the curtains to let in the sunlight. "I hope you had a good night here at our lovely castle" Y/N nodded politely "I did, thank you". "I'll bring in something for you to eat shortly and a new gown." "Oh no don't trouble yourself I'm perfectly fine wearing the gown from yesterday. I'm not a noble, I don't require a change of clothes so frequently." "But Ma'am the King ordered us to treat you like we would any fine guest, a fresh set of clothing is part of that." Y/N nodded once again "I understand, I won't get in the way of your customs then." The girl disappeared in the hallway but left the door slightly ajar. Y/N caught a glimpse of Althea passing by her door. He looked inside of it and accidentally locked eyes with Y/N for a moment. Not very long, a second at best, but long enough for her to notice how puffy his eyes were.

She was beginning to piece together the relationship between Althea and the Just King although she was unsure how involved the King was in it. She gave up the thought when the nice servant came back with her gowns. They were a bit more luxurious than yesterday's gown but still functional. Perhaps they were trying to make a good impression on her so that she would speak in favour of them.

"Ma'am" Y/N asked. "Oh My lady no I'm no Ma'am I'm simply Ruth, please." "Alright Ruth, do you happen to know anything about the King's advisor?" "Sir Althea? Well not too much, J haven't been here very long. But from what I could gather he acts like the King's puppy. Always following him around and I know we're all drooling over the King but so is he if you ask me. Even before ... the incident. I believe he's competent, doing a good job you know. Sometimes I wonder if they were childhood friends or something-" Ruth froze when she heard footsteps coming down the hall. "That's the headmistress, I already said too much I'm sorry I was being improper." "No need to worry, thank you so much" Y/N quickly whispered before the older servant came in to check on them.

Y/N was ordered into the library once again. This time only by Althea. She was lead past the grand room filled with books and brought to a second hall filled with bookshelves but notably also with many desks in the middle of the room. "Please, if you could compose a letter to your people, proposing a collaboration in this investigation. I will come check on you later." Y/N nodded, she noted that Althea had no right to phrase this request like an order but she would look past that seeing as they were in a difficult situation. She sat down and quickly began writing. Composing such requests was something she had practised very often, before noon she was done with the letter. She got up and tried to find a staff member to show the letter to Althea. She quietly stepped out of the hall and back into the main library. She noticed some books and scrolls of paper splayed out on a table not far from her. The King was sitting at the table, alone this time without his advisor in sight. He must've felt that he was alone too because he looked quite dishevelled. His shirt was rolled up to his elbows and some buttons at the top were undone. He rested his forehead on the palms of his hands and ran his fingers through his dark hair.

Y/N had to admit she was a bit unsure what to do. She was well trained in diplomacy and international relationships. But she had little training on how to console a grieving man. She wasn't sure if she should act professionally or kindly.

It may have been unwise but in a moment of pity she decided to display kindness.

"Your Majesty, are you quite alright?" She asked softly, respectfully keeping her distance. The King jolted up and stared at her for a moment. "Oh of course, I'm sorry miss Y/N I hadn't noticed you come in." "I was just in here composing a letter to arrange a meeting with my people for you." She explained as she slowly came closer. "Alright yes thank you very much Y/N.." The King mumbled as he looked back down at the table. "If I may ask, what are you researching, your Highness? Perhaps I could be of assistance." She offered kindly and stopped when she had reached the edge of the table. "Actually I am trying to plan our meeting. I have to admit, my older Sister Susan was responsible for foreign affairs, I'm afraid I might not be aware of all there is to know. Except for the basics that is." He explained quietly, obviously ashamed.

"Oh do not worry Your Majesty, I know how to handle my people. I can lead the discussion if you wish."

"No no I uh I believe it is important for me to take the lead on this. I trust in your abilities Y/N but as I am sure you understand as sole ruler of Narnia I need to make my dominance clear." The King tried to sound very polite contrary to what he just said.

"I understand Your Highness but if I am allowed to make a suggestion perhaps dominance isn't exactly what you need but rather collaboration. Especially for the Yuvak people, we are not impressed by displays of power, we seek responsible, understanding and well-educated partners to work in a team." Y/N explained looking at him seriously. He nodded "I understand, thank you Y/N, your advice is greatly appreciated." He smiled up at her, probably his attempt to seem kind rather than strong.

His smile was nice, handsome even, but not very honest. If anything he seemed tired, tired of grieving, tired of ruling alone, tired of being so very unsure of what to do. Y/N felt sorry for him and worried. She knew that grief could very quickly develop into something more permanent, something that would take over the mind and slowly take over the entire body until there was nothing left of a person but their shell. People who were eaten up by grief usually, almost always ended up ending their own lives. It was absolutely crucial that King Edmund would avoid this fate. Not just for himself and his own well-being but also for the political climate. If the Just King were to die, Narnia would once again be left without a legitimate ruler. The consequences of this would be grave, their entire population would be in great danger.

Y/N gave him a kind smile "Of course your Majesty, I'll do whatever I can to support you" She bowed to him as a sign of respect.

The King gulped quietly as he looked at her bow down. He had not realised it until then but he was very grateful for Y/N. She was clearly a very skilled fighter and well-educated diplomat. They had not officially spoken about her occupation but he felt that she was clearly a diplomat, an ambassador maybe even. It was the only way to explain her fighting skills, her knowledge about foreign affairs and her good ties to her own government. She seemed so at ease and always in control. The King felt ashamed that a diplomat was handling everything better than he, a monarch, was.

Something else that he noticed which he did not quite admit to himself was that Y/N was also remarkably beautiful. She looked kind yet fierce. The way her eyes looked at him made him burn with a sensation new to him and it was as if her voice was hypnotising him. No matter what she said he was listening intently. Looking at her lips move when she spoke caused ideas to pop up in his head which he forced away the moment they appeared.

He told himself he was just tired, that he was pent up from all the stress and that a couple of nights with his mistresses would fix these impure thoughts.

After all he was a King, he could not go around starting affairs with commoners, no matter how intriguing they were, no matter how remarkable they were.

"If you'll allow, I shall take a look at what you have prepared so far for the meeting." Y/N looked down at the table, her voice filled with motivation.

Edmund gave a small smile and nodded "Please, feel free."

And so they looked over his material together, her filling in where she could with what she knew. They were working well as a team, Althea noted as he stood in the doorway of the grand library. He had come to collect the letter and check up on Edmund. Slowly he began feeling that he shouldn't have trusted her that day at the crime scene. He remembered telling Edmund how she was probably on their side, now he wasn't so sure anymore. Sure she wasn't attacking Edmund actively but he felt as if she was getting too close to the King. Only a traitor would seek such closeness, she was probably the one who killed the other Pevensies.

Perhaps he was jumping to conclusions, but either way she was bad news to him. Althea knew Edmund like the back of his hand, and had accompanied him through most of his reign. He was supposed to be the one helping Edmund the most, not this stranger. He bit his lip, his heart full of envy and took loud quick steps towards them.

The two unintentionally took a few steps apart from eachother as if caught doing something they shouldn't. "Miss Y/N, I take it you finished what I asked you to do ?" "I did, here, please review it and tell me if it is to your liking." She looked at him with very kind eyes, maybe even pitiful... "May I ask what else you are doing here then? Disturbing the King while he is preparing!" Althea felt himself getting angrier again, losing control of his emotions. "Althea." Edmund said, sternly yet softly. Althea turned to look at him, hearing his voice always grounded him. Hearing Edmund call his name was like a remedy to his illness. No one pronounced his name quite as beautifully and lovingly as Edmund did.

The King gave him a soft, reassuring smile and Althea felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. "She's helping us Althea, who better to prepare a meeting with the Yuvak people than a Yuvakian herself ?." Althea nodded, us, Edmund was right, us, perhaps Y/N could be of use to them, us. With that he turned around and exited the library again so as to not feel any more of these unpleasant feelings.

Y/N tried to ignore the obvious hostility from Altheah but she didn't have to. "Please excuse him, you must know .. Althea is truly my dearest friend, if I may get so personal. And I'm afraid he's looking out for me. As a friend but also as the King's advisor he wants to look out for my safety."

"I understand your Highness. Although I do not have any intentions of hurting you. It goes against the oath I swore in Yuvak, everyone who is working in the name of our country cannot initiate an attack."

"Well, Miss Y/N, that might be true but keep in mind that we did meet after you single handedly killed 15 grown men." The King chuckled a bit as he picked up where they left off their work. Y/N appreciated his attempts to comfort her but she couldn't let go of the feeling that Althea was bothered by something else.

The rest of the day passed rather quickly, the two of them gathering evidence, preparing questions and possible plans for how they should proceed in this case. Her letter had been impeccable, the perfect balance between demanding and polite, short yet conclusive and composed with a wonderfully rich vocabulary.

The sun was setting when a servant called on the King to tell him his dinner was ready. "Oh already? I must admit I had not realised how long we've been working I ... Y/N how about you join me for dinner tonight? As a thank you for your support." The King offered and Y/N couldn't help but smile "You are too kind your Highness, I would love to join you tonight." She replied bowing to him in gratitude. "Very well, I shall meet you at the table then."

With that both the King and Y/N were taken away by servants to get ready.

"Oh my, an official dinner with the King! How exciting!" Ruth giggled as she tightened the corset on Y/N. "Oh no my dear, it is just a way to say thank you. This can hardly be considered official."

"Well that's even better, no?" Ruth smirked "if it's unofficial, that means less restrictions." She winked at her but before Y/N could reply she pulled the laces so tightly it took her breath away.

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The King had to admit it felt good to have someone else sitting at the table with him again. He had been feeling so lonely each meal without his beloved siblings. Y/N was of course no replacement for them, but it was still nice. That's what made him so emotional, he told himself, that's what was making his heart beat and his hands a bit clammy. Not at all the sight of Y/N gently biting down on the meat and her tongue darting out to lick off a drop of sauce from her lips. Not at all the thought of those lips on his body, his dick. Licking it, the way she licked the spoon. The King had to admit his trousers were starting to feel a bit tight about halfway through dinner. They weren't talking much, mainly because all conversations had to be initiated by the monarch and he was busy trying to contain his semi boner.

As it was customary, the guest got up first and after bowing to him, and showing off a magnificent pair of breasts, Y/N was led back to her chamber.

Edmund also quickly made his way back to his quarters. He had barely entered the room when he palmed his dick through his pants in a desperate attempt to feel relief. He was quite unsure what to do now, he felt strange that Y/N had this effect on him. He blamed it on his grief, making his emotions all over the place. Never before had someone had such an effect on him, not without trying at least. This was obviously a sign that he was unstable.

Nonetheless he quickly prepared a bath and slipped into it. He sighed as the warm water covered his pale skin and he felt his muscles relax. Now, finally, his hand slowly went down his chest and then his stomach until finally reaching his length. Edmund couldn't possibly hold back the moan which left his lips the second he felt that firm grip on his aching cock. He began pumping slowly, trying to make the pleasure last. He closed his eyes and let his head fall backwards onto the rim of the bathtub.

Sometimes when masturbating he asked himself if Althea could hear him, not this time though.

This time his thoughts were utterly occupied by a certain someone, her lips, her eyes, her voice, her intellect, her talent, her absolute smoke show of a body. Before he knew it he was desperately pumping his cock barely holding back a moan of her name until he soon reached one of the most intense orgasms he ever had.

After calming down he concluded that this was pent up energy, he wasn't actually attracted to Y/N he just needed an outlet.

He looked at the reflection of the room in the big window facing the ocean. He would have almost caught Althea standing in the slightly cracked doorway, dick in hand, panting, if Edmund hadn't been too occupied with justifying his most recent sexual fantasy to himself.

#edmund pevensie #fanfic #oc #edmund x reader #the chronicles of narnia #lgbtqia #narnia fanfiction #slow burn #fandom #smut #fem reader

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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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For the special force AU:

how about Thena putting together her Team and meeting Gil the first time? Like a little flashback?

They called her the Goddess of War.

Well, her name really was Thena. It wasn't an amazingly creative nickname. But it certainly was true, given she was known for being particularly vicious, whether it was in the field or the office. But what she lacked in social skill she made up for in sheer ability.

Gil had to admit he was surprised. He had heard about the Goddess of War, and everyone knew she was a top agent--they had to know that if they were applying to be part of her special ops team. But he hadn't heard anyone mention that she was literally the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.

He thought that would have been mentioned at some point.

Kingo fidgeted beside him in line, "dude, she's so-"

"I don't want to hear anything about being badass."

Gil did his best to contain his laughter as Kingo's spine snapped straight so quickly he could swear he heard it.

Their new boss and team leader looked up at them finally. She had striking features, razor sharp bone structure under startlingly pale skin. Almost as pale as her whiter-than-platinum blonde hair. She leaned against the bullpen desk, "I'm no more or less badass than any of you. That is why I selected you, no?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Each of you excels in something far and beyond anyone else in the agency," she narrated, eyes scanning over them. Gil met her eyes for just a second as she passed over him. Her eyes were green. "That's why I chose you."

"Yes, sir!"

"But I can un-choose you," she tipped her chin up, and Gil was pretty sure it was almost the beginning of a smile. No one else seemed to think so, though, already quaking with nerves. "The next month we'll see if you have what it takes to be directed by me in the field. And ultimately, if I don't think you're a right fit for the team, then back to rank work you go. Am I clear?"

"Yes, sir!"

"You two," she eyed him and Kingo, "stay. The rest of you, back to work. You report here in the mornings now. It's oh-nine-hundred and not a second later."

"Yes, sir!"

"Dismissed," she looked down at the desk again, not even watching the rest of the candidates file out of the room.

Gil snuck his eyes towards the door as a few started whispering to themselves before they were even out of the room, like school children. Rookie mistake; she didn't say anything, but the boss lady made two sharp flicks of her pen on the files she had in front of her. They were already out of the running for placement on the team.

She drew herself up again, arms spread out and shoulders sharply angled, giving her a certain amount of presence. It was easy to forget that she was actually pretty normal statured as far as women went. If anything, she was a little skinny for being such a skilled fighter.

"You," she pointed at Kingo with her pen. "Sharp shot."

Kingo had both the best aim and the best actual shot record in the agency. "Yes, Boss?"

Gil nearly flinched, wondering what the sharp edged woman would have to say to the casual way of addressing her. They were a little higher ranked than some of the other agents she was considering, but certainly they weren't exempt from addressing her properly.

She raised a brow at him.

Kingo cleared his throat, "Boss...lady?...ma'am?"

"Hm," she let out singularly, but Kingo didn't get the little pen mark of doom. "You're...chatty, so I hear."

"Is that really in my file?" he couldn't resist muttering to himself.

"Yes." It obviously wasn't. "And I would like to use that to my advantage."

Gil watched the exchange cautiously. She was testing them both, that much was clear. He just wasn't sure how she was assessing them--and for what.

"How so?"

"I want...gossip."

"You?"

"I want things that aren't in any file," she clarified, keeping her eyes on Kingo. "It doesn't have to be anything sordid, but I do hope that if there's anything about any of your fellow candidates you feel I should know..."

Kingo stared right back at her. It could be a test of his loyalty, to see how easily he was turned on his own with so much as an order. But then again, it could be a test of how well he took orders. It could just be a test of if he lied on his file, for all they knew.

"Well?" she drawled.

Kingo straightened his shoulders. "Nothing worth reporting, I'd say. A friendly rivalry or two, but nothing that would distract them in the field. One is sorting out the tail end of a divorce, but he's a good father, so he hasn't let it affect his work. One of them does smoke, but I've never seen her ask for a smoke break, and she obviously still passed the fitness test."

Everything as promised; nothing worth reporting. It was both things that Thena would want to know as a leader but also the immediate promise that they wouldn't impact the team's work. They were nonstarters, as Kingo was telling her. He had both protected his fellow agents' personal affairs and reported honestly to his superior.

Again, Gil saw just this faint twitch at the corner of her - amazing - lips. He could swear it was a smile (of sorts).

"Very good," she nodded, taking the information for what it was. "Dismissed."

"Yes, sir," Kingo turned on his heel, catching Gil's eye ever so briefly before leaving as asked.

Gil was on his own.

"Gilgamesh," she murmured, looking over his file right in front of him. She nudged the papers lazily with the end of her pen. "But you go by Gil."

He shrugged.

"You can lift almost double what your fellow agents report," she looked up at him, one of her heels coming off the ground faintly. "And you did exceedingly well in your combat training and tests."

He shuffled a little in his stance, unsure if she wanted boastful confidence or sheepish modesty. "If that's what it says there."

She tilted her head, flipping his file closed. "Why do you think I selected you for this team?"

She had just listed one of his biggest assets as an agent, so why ask him? He had been asked to join countless special divisions since becoming an agent, thanks to his size and his strength. Everyone from homeland security to infiltration wanted him.

Gil looked at her--really looked. Her eyes were actually quite expressive, despite the facade she put on. There was no hiding what was in them and that beautiful colour. And he was pretty sure he knew what she was really asking. "My great sense of humour?"

There!--a real smile!

He brightened (he was never any good at hiding what he was feeling). "Is that a laugh?"

"No."

"Almost," he murmured, which he was pretty sure would have gotten him kicked out if anyone else were present for it. But they weren't, and he wasn't. He lifted his eyes to hers again. "I'll get you next time."

Her ice cold glare melted a little and he was pretty sure she did actually think he was at least a tiny bit funny. Maybe amusing, at least. "No one will believe you."

"I'll just have to try harder," he grinned to himself, setting his shoulders again. She resumed the cold, polished mask required of a team leader. But he could still see the very human warmth in her eyes. "Is it because of the cat thing?"

Her eyes sparked, even if her face was as still as a statue.

How had no one ever noticed this before? She was way easier to read than people thought. Or maybe she was deliberately letting him read her just to test him. Oh well.

"That stray cat that got caught in the tree outside of the main office?" Gil repeated, standing by his statement. "I spent all morning trying to get it down. I didn't call in my lateness and got suspended for a week without pay just because of some stray?"

"And you were asked why."

So, that was the reason. He smiled, "poor thing was scared. I couldn't just leave it there."

Another real, almost gentle seeming smile crossed Thena's face. She tilted her head at him, "that was the statement you gave. It's not attached to your suspension notice but I asked around for it."

Kingo must have told some higher up he knew would be close enough for her to hear it.

"That is the reason I chose you," she said without the forced sharpness of her tone. It was actually a lot softer, even higher than she could make it seem. "Because you cared so much for a strange animal that you couldn't abandon it. Nor did you contest your suspension--which you could have."

"Yeah, but I had a new cat to take care of."

She caught it right away, but it had happened, clear as day: she laughed.

Gil felt something rattle in his chest as she pinched her lips together and pretended to look down at her papers again. His life belonged to her, now--no questions asked.

She looked up at him, offering a sleekly shaped eyebrow with the remains of her smile, "congratulations."

"I don't know what you're talking about," he shrugged, and he didn't really consider making someone laugh something to gloat about anyway. "No one will believe me, sir."

She nodded, her smile remaining. "You and Kingo will be my leads. You'll report here at 0800 and I will tell you how the rest of this week will go."

"Yes, sir, Boss," Gil offered a smile--just a small, sheepish one.

"Don't test your luck," she advised him, back to keeping her smile very much in check.

It seemed she really couldn't control that one little corner from twitching upward, though.

"Yes, ma'am," Gil nodded and took his leave. Maybe joining the special forces would turn out to be not so bad.

#Thenamesh Special Forces AU #oooh I really like how this turned out #this is how it happened #I know I get to decide that but this is how it happened now #Gil immediately able to get a smile out of her #and deciding #this is my reason for living now #and Thena here thinking she's the unrbreakable Goddess of War #enter one (1) cute guy who's good at cooking and she's done for #Gil tells Kingo he got her to smile #and if it were anyone else Kingo would be like no way #but he knows Gil and he's like...really?#Gil's like yeah I think she's actually really nice when she wants to be #no one else ever gets to see this side of her though #I wonder why...

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mythvoiced · 1 year

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I am so tired and out of it I can't be arsed rn to fill out a proper doc so here have a MUSE PAGE DKLGFLH

the seafarer;odysseus

name. Odysseus Laertiádēs, Odysseus the Cunning gender. cis male pronouns. he/him age. it's a 10-20 years story orientation. bisexual because it's the Greeks and I do as I please

faceclaim. ???? idk ;w;

Portrayal based technically primarily on Homer's Odyssey and The Iliad, though it's fair to mention that these works are ancient and rich in takes spread wildly by both contemporary as historical people of culture, which means, sources might pick and choose what to suggest, other times things just aren't all that clear babes (e.g. when the fickity does Polites die-). Based also on: Madeline Miller's The Song of Achilles and Madeline Miller's Circe, Jorge Rivera-Herrans' EPIC: The Musical, my middle school 'Myths & Epics' textbook that I remember almost shit about, and all sorts of takes.

Odysseus, reigning king of Ithaca, son of Laertes and Anticlea, husband to Penelope, and father to Telemachus, Telegonus and give or take a bunch of other sons.

The mastermind behind the Trojan Horse and the guy wildly known for just wanting to go back home to his goddamn wife (and son, whom he mentions less often, which irks me, but alright) and having everything be slammed into his face just to make sure he can't.

He fights in the Trojan War after he got scammed into taking a blood-oath to always protect Helen and her marriage to Meleanus when he got roped into attending that weird party where dudes would show up and say 'here's why Helen, most beautiful of women, should marry me' while he'd already decided to marry a relative of Helene, ma'am Penelope.

(When they come to drag his ass to war he pretends to have gone absolutely bonkers, trying to sow salt at the beach, but when they throw his son in front of his prow and he leaps to save him, he instantly declares himself safe and sound of mind via the action and he's busted and dragged off.)

(Funnily enough, he's the one to bust Achilles' attempt at ditching the war, right after.)

(And Patroclus'.)

(And also he apparently manipulates his compadres into stoning the guy who busted him to death once they get to Troy, so yay)

He's there kind of against his will, basically, but he makes the best of it, hoping to end the war quickly so he may go home to his wife (as mentioned) and his then perhaps one-year-old son. He'd gotten ready for a war against a city with insurmountable walls, protected by the Gods, and hadn't signed up for a whiny homosexual to be the biggest aspect of this thing keeping him from home (talking about Achilles, who refuses to fight and win the war, the one guy they actually need to win the war and he's stuck in his tent playing the lyre to his boyfriend; Greek historians of the time argue vehemently, by the way, that Achilles bottomed, so do with that what you wish).

Welp, sooner or later, later in fact, 10 years later in fact, they do manage to fuck up Troy enough for Odysseus to enact one of his genius plans (the Trojan Horse) and put an 'OUT OF ORDER' stamp on the good ol' city of Troy.

Right after having to kill an infant, by the way.

Because the Gods really hate it when mortals have a good time (not to say he'd been having a good time, but getting to end the war had lifted his mood a little), they told him 'hey, this 0-year old child is the son of Hector and if you let him live, you'll die once he's old enough to pull the Greek classic of avenging his royal papa'. He had to do it, so he threw him off the wall and by god this haunts me.

It sucks, really, because the guy who'd killed Hector wasn't even Odysseus.

To briefly summarise: Achilles fucked around and got his slave yoinked by Agamemnon as revenge for a prior perfectly sound decision that had led Agamemnon to lose his slave, so Achilles refused to fight the war, everyone got mad and kept dying until even Patroclus, notoriously known to be anti-war and pro-bitching (and he's always right, by the way, by my sword) starts saying 'baby I know you're stupidly prideful and it's not even about her but about getting your toy nabbed which is disgusting and weird btw but can you win this war so we can all go home, please', Achilles kept refusing, Patroclus (good medic man, bad soldier man) took his armour, pretended to be him, got killed by Hector, this destroyed Achilles ('What has Hector ever done to me?'), who killed Hector and then Paris, brother of Hector and the asshole who started this shit by kidnapping Helen, then killed Achilles. So, the son of Hector can't avenge his papa by killing Achilles, so I guess it'd make sense he'd fuck with the next best option aka the guy who ended the Trojan war via the worst gift ever accepted, Odysseus. So yeah.

He fucks around a lot during the Iliad by the way, wins shit at the various death games (Achilles' armour, even), abandons a guy, gets him back, has Athena help some of his bullshit (she's his patron goddess, which is important), but I truly cannot get into all of it so KNOW THIS: Odysseus believes in prophecies and will do things to assure they are fulfilled and he commits vile acts and he fucks around scamming and lying and conniving but it is worthy of debate whether this is simply in his nature or if his actions throughout the war are motivated solely by his desire to go back home, leading him to certain paths, because it is also true that he's a good and smart aid and would like for the men to rest and does retrieve bodies and armours of the fallen to pass them on.

He finally gets to set sail but luckily for no one trouble is almost instantly around the corner, a bunch of weird glowing fruits with strange effects on the mind later, and we killed one of Polyphemus', giant man-eating cyclops, sheep and now he wants to eat us. This is the famous 'Nobody' story, where Odysseus tricks Polyphemus, has him either pass out or fall asleep drunk depending on the take, then proceeds to blind him on his one good eye, which is his only eye, by the way.

Worthy to note here, is, that: Polyphemus had to be taken down because he was blocking the exit out of the cave they'd gotten themselves stuck into (his cave, btw) and he was going to eat them, this is why Odysseus had introduced himself as 'Nobody', so that when other cyclops-buddies living on the cyclops-island came to the cyclops-rescue, and wondered 'who ever could do such a thing??!' Polyphemus could only say... yep. Nobody.

Then in a fit of stupidity and hubris, Odysseus ends up telling him who he is, and Polyphemus fucking snitches him out. He tells his dad. His dad, God of all Oceans, Poseidon. You know, the seas, the kind Odysseus is kind of trying to get through to go home. Poseidon is understandably feeling less than amicable about the whole ordeal and has Odysseus deviate so far off course that when his second in command starts bitching at him I can't help but take his side, because this deviation adds another whooping 10 years to his journey and I would have jumped ship, honestly.

He vibes with Aeolus, god of the winds for a hot minute there, gets a bag filled with all the winds except one to help guide him safely back home (and in the right direction, most importantly) but because he never TELLS anyone anything (though, to be honest, explanations do fall on deaf ears at times so you know) his crew opens the bag thinking something tasty (gold) is in it and fucks them all up by creating a storm that yeets them basically the entire way back from where they'd come.

He manages to not get eaten by something large again, losing the entire fleet safe for his sole ship, lands at Circe's island (MA'AM? mother~) who turns half his men into swine only releasing them after she doesn't get to do the same to Odysseus (Hermes helps) and gets to know him instead and potentially catch feelings because he does have a witty cabeza and it is impressive, and apparently she is too because they stay on her island for a whole year before his crew remind him that wasn't he really into getting back home what happened to that thought?

They leave, fuck around in the underworld to get some prophecies and some worldly news from the deceased ("PENELOPE??? suitors??!?! We must leave at once, Eurylochus, second-in-command, someone's trying to fuck my throne and take my wife or something along those lines", Odysseus said after talking to his mother's ghost-), they go back to Circe, ask for the way (she tells them), survive some Sirens and some more man-eating monsters (Scylla, baby, you look gorgeous, gorgeous gorgeous girls with tentacles who eat 6 men at once) and leave for the next island.

There they kill the cattle of a Titan which is the STUPIDEST SHIT any Greek man in these tales has ever done, why would you kill cattle of a GOD, OF A TITAN, of the literal SUN-- anyways, all those involved get murked, Odysseus is the last man swimming.

Odysseus lands on the island of Ogygia, where immortal daughter Calypso (of yet another titan btw) keeps him for seven years against his will in more ways than one until Hermes intervenes.

He washes up at yet another island where he's welcomed by the resident king, who hears his story and FINALLY plants his ass back in Ithaca, I've had it and so has he.

There he meets up with his DOG, the most important character in the story, Argos, and also his son I guess (and a few servants?). He disguises himself and participates in a competition his wife, Penelope, designed, where no one could win because her conditions are super Odysseus-specific so only he can win (it's about his bow and only he can string it, she's smart basically), which he ends up doing, then he goes on a killing spree??! Of all the suitors and other involved staff and it's a little over the top, you can tell the monsieur has lost a few marbles during those last ten years there, a lot quicker to draw a sword, as though the Iliad had tried to turn him into a monster and the Odyssey had succeeded by breaking him further (BUT WHEN DOES A COMET BECOME A METEO-).

Penelope has yet another lil test just to make ABSOLUTELY sure it's him post-revelation and he passes that one too and everyone lives happily ever after.

Except for Argos, goddammit.

And the suitors. And the women who slept with the suitors (knowing Greek mythology and society of the time, why would he kill them, what are the odds they did that willingly, I-).

And Odysseus, actually, who is killed a bunch of years later by his other son, who tried to hit him up but doesn't recognise him and ends up killing him because Odysseus doesn't recognise (or know about him, Telegonus, son of Circe, my mother) him either and aTTACs him, so... Yeah!

Odysseus is a very witty man who started out as a family man who kept trying to get out of bullshit but his dormant hubris and his tendency to mess with gods and not want to abide to every immortal's wishes, somehow just turn his so very sharp mind into a paranoia hotspot, a man truly destroyed by war, by life itself, perhaps, by having wanted to not be the Heracles, the Achilles, the, well, ya know, the lot of 'em.

My take of him will perhaps... make him less atrocious~ towards the end there~ but not entirely devoid of shit because hey, that's man to ya. (HE'S JUST A MAN, WHO'S TRYING TO GO HOME, EVEN AFTER ALL THE YEARS AWAY FROM WHAT HE'S KNOWN, HE'S JUST A MAN, WHO'S FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE, DEEP DOWN HE WOULD TRADE THE WORLD TO SEE HIS SON AND WIFE HE'S JUST A MAAAAN--!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

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Adam Page x f/Reader (18+)

Warnings: Some swearing. Descriptive sexual acts. Minors do not read. Spiting, unprotected sex. Degrading names.

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17: Respect me. Adore me. Dominate me.

Stephen - Adam Page

YN's POV:

I am absolutely fuming as I watch Stephen interact with some of the new talent. The talent that I hired.

These women can not seem to keep their hands to themselves and since Stephen is such a gentleman, he isn't telling them to back off because he considers that "too rude."

But there is one that just keeps putting her hands all over him and even though he keeps moving her hands, she keeps putting them back.

And he knew I was angry. He can clearly tell by the look on my face and he knows that there will be a fight about this later.

"Okay ladies, it is time for you to leave and get ready for tonight's show." His southern drawl made them all swoon, but did they move?

No.

"You heard him. Time to go, you got a job to do." I said as nicely as I could.

"Stephen, please follow me." I said to him sternly. The one who had her hands on him gave me a dirty look but did I fucking care? Hell no.

"Coming Ma'am." We try to keep it as professional as we can at work but that will not be happening today.

He followed behind me, the sounds of our footsteps seemed to be bouncing off the walls at each step.

My heels were slamming with each step it felt like as we walked to my office that I have here st Daily's Place.

When we got closer to my office, he walked ahead of me and opened the door for me. I nodded my head in thanks as I walked past him.

He quickly closed the door behind him and made sure it was locked. The moment I heard the click I went to open my mouth but he just smashed his lips against mine and pulled be flushed against his body.

I moaned into the kiss when I felt how hard he was. His kisses were rough and demanding and I was loving every second of it.

He pulled his lips away and he just stood there, staring at me. "Now YN, that wasn't really nice of you to be glaring at those young women." He said to me in a mocking tone.

That made me angry and I tried to pull away from him, but his grip got tighter. His one hand wove into my hair and gave it a nice tug, making me gasp.

"Did I say you could move YN?" I tried to shake my head no, but had a hard time with his hand gripping my hair.

"But,"

"No buts YN. You know they are just being friendly and you should know that I am yours and no one can ever take me away from you."

"Then maybe do something to actually show them that I am yours. I am sick of us hiding our relationship just to keep your fans happy Stephen."

"And what do you suppose we do about that?" He said as started to kiss up and down my neck, making sure not to leave any marks.

"Respect me. Adore me. Dominate me."

He seemed to pause at that and I knew he was thinning about what I said. Then I felt his teeth sink into my skin, actually breaking it.

I moaned loudly as I clung to his shirt. This is all new with him. Stephen only ever leaves marks when he knows we won't be seen anywhere.

"You want me to dominate you?"

"More than anything." I told him, without missing a beat. Didn't want him to think I wasn't sure.

With those magic words it was like something went off his head. A growl left his mouth and he wad lifting me into his arms to place me on my desk.

He went to work on undoing his jeans and I just leaned back on my elbows, watching as he is about to become feral.

This side I only see in the privacy of our room. I have no idea what the hell he is going to do.

Now his hands were sliding up my legs and under my skirt as I am working to undo his shirt and I was expecting him to just push my panties aside but what he did had me soaked.

He ripped my panties in half and after he checked to make sure I was wet enough, he slammed into me and I moaned so loud I am sure people heard me on the other side of the building.

"Is this what you wanted?" He spit out through clenched teeth.

"Uh huh." Was the only answer I could muster as my mind got taken over by what he was doing to my body.

His cock kept hitting that spot in me and I couldn't think straight. "Fuck, can feel you already. You gonna cum on my dick huh? My little slut."

His thrusts were so hard and fast that he was actually moving my desk backwards and he didn't give a shit.

"Gotta seem them tits YN." I went to undo my shirt but I wasn't moving fast enough for him because without even missing a beat, he ripped my shirt in half.

His leaned down and started to bite and kiss me chest, making sure to leave plenty of marks.

"Fuck, you're gonna look so good with me dripping down your legs, isn't that right baby?"

I couldn't even answer him. I am so focused on my pleasure and just finishing.

But Stephen wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed. My mouth fell open as this is something he has never done with me and I am loving every single moment of it.

He took that time to spit into my mouth. "Swallow it you little fucking whore." He said that by thrusting into me faster if possible.

I tried to swallow as best as I could and I opened my mouth to show it was all gone. He growled and he leaned down and gave me a sloppy kiss, with his hand still around my neck.

"Now answer me."

"Yes." I cried out.

"Yes what?"

"Gonna look good with your cum," I couldn't even finish my sentence as it all became too much for me.

I cried out his name as my pussy started to spasm around his cock. My whole body was shaking and I am pretty sure I blacked out there for a moment.

When I came too, Stephen's thrusts were sloppy and with a cry of my name he stilled and came in me.

"Shit YN." He said as he tried to catch his breath. He slowly pulled out of me and I groaned as I felt our combined juices leak out of me and onto my desk.

He handed me his shirt so I can wear it and he put himself away.

"We good?"

"We are good Stephen." I said as I tried to fix myself up. My back was facing him at this point. I felt his arms wrap around me.

"You know YN, I love you and only you. No need to get jealous." I relaxed into his body.

"I know, I just don't like it."

"Neither do I but this happens. I am not going anywhere. You are it for me." He said as I turned my head to look at him.

We gently kissed one another and I knew in my heart he wasn't going anywhere.

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kpop-dungeon-dark · 3 years

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REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

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babybatscreationsv2 · 2 years

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Okay. Im back with more No Way Home thoughts so BIG SPOILERS!!

It's such a love letter to Spiderman. Just every second of it is just being in love with Spiderman.

So so glad everyone was right about Matt Murdock that was everything. And it made it feel so much more authenticity Marvel than any other film I can think of. One of the staples of Marvel comics has always been characters randomly bumping into each other or dropping in to be like "hey, you got this bud? Okay, see you at game night!" Without actually offering any real help. I need more of it. More random heroes please.

They really had Norman say "I'm something of a scientist myself" and I was the only clown in the theater to laugh.

Peter was not afraid to acknowledge Oc's tentacles and yes I did notice how his eyes lingered...

I love how you could tell immediately that it wasnt Tom standing in that portal, but I didn't want to hope, i wasn't ready yet for the heart break, and then he came through and he was so tall and I just knew. I have never felt such joy.

The way Stephen teared up as Peter asked him to make everyone forget him, holy shit. I feel like we all willed Stephen into loving Peter the way Tony did and someone actually listened for once.

Also, why did no one say the words I love you? Like only MJ said it and thats weird to me. Is my family the weird ones? It was bugging me.

Also, they really put so much emphasis on calling her MJ. I dont think anyone called her Michelle even once. Maybe they were just afraid to call her MJ before because of the backlash idk

Watching Tom Holland cry will never not make me cry, he makes everything look like agony and my heart cant take it.

Also, can we talk about Green Goblin? When I was a kid I didn't know about misogyny as a concept so it went right over my head, but that's his whole thing. Goblin hates women. He hates femininity. Anything perceptivly feminine, like compassion and kindness, sets him off. I think we all knew Goblin wasn't going to let Peter cure Norman, but I really didnt put together what his whole shtick was until then. Norman is soft and loving. He's a man who isn't afraid to ask for help, who loves his son deeply. And Goblin is the opposite. And that's why Goblin is the most terrifying Spiderman villain.

Tobeys Spiderman felt a little more Spiderman than ever before, like was it just me or was he different? Not sure but I liked it.

I live for younger characters being the utmost respectful to little only ladies. The whole scene with Ned's Lola gives me life. It is my reason to live.

MJ: Crawl

Andrew: 🤨

Ned's Lola: Crawl

Andrew: Yes, ma'am I will do it for you, no need to ask twice, I got it Lola

The trope of killing a superheroes loved one so that they go all dark and have to face their inner demons is one we can do without. Comicbook spiderman once went on a darkside rampage because a villain killed like 30 people. It didn't have to be May. Goblin could have blown up his highschool or killed three random people and it would have been in character for Peter to go ballistic.

Big appreciation for sane Doc Oc. The man is a genius and he loved Peter so much and I'm glad he was there to save the day.

Also, Elektro's costume. Chef's kiss.

But I feel like Sandman had no real motive to do bad guy stuff. He was all, my daughter my daughter, and then suddenly he doesn't care. Sure.

Criticism aside, 10/10 film. I am obsessed. I will probably see it again before it leaves theaters.

#nwh spoilers #spiderman spoilers #no way home spoilers #spiderman no way home

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applejongho · 3 years

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cherry on top | choi jongho

genre: fluff, realistic fiction, humor

character: starbucks employee!jongho

description: Jongho has an interesting run-in with a Karen during his shift at Starbucks.

word count: 2k

warnings: mild swearing

author’s note: jongho as a coffee barista was swimming in my mind for quite some time, so here he is.

masterlist here!

There was something about that coffee stain on Jongho's employee shirt that made it impossible to get rid of. It was likely the mix of the ingredients that had stacked the receipt when it was printed, but Jongho couldn't help but feel she had somehow planned this as he scrubbed harder with bleach.

Jongho wouldn't have guessed the day to turn out as it did, but maybe he should have. Working with the public was always a gamble, but Jongho's optimism blinded him. Most customers were nice enough. Most customers gave a smile when he handed them their overpriced coffee. There weren't too many comments about his red and black hair, and he could shrug off all of them. The compliments were what he remembered.

The day started off normally - with Jongho's coworkers nudging him towards the mound of bagged coffee beans. "I could do it myself, but you just do it quicker, you know?" One of his coworkers had whined, twirling a piece of curly hair around her finger. "It" was picking up the bags of coffee beans to put into the grinder, and Jongho didn't mind it. As he slung a bag over his shoulder with ease and glanced at her, he could swear her face flushed. Perhaps it was just the sun. The sun hit her face like that when he broke apples in half with his bare hands too. It was strange how the universe liked her like that.

After his bean tasks, Jongho took to the drive-thru of the coffee shop. He was told he had a nice voice, but he doubted he sounded that heavenly through a cheap speaker that hadn't been changed for five years. Nonetheless, Jongho enjoyed doing the drive-thru and taking orders. When there were multiple drive-thru lanes open, he would challenge his coworkers to see who could get through orders the fastest. This caused him and his coworkers to resent vans - vans almost always meant there was a large order - a sure loss, unless Jongho's fingers could learn to dance very quickly on the ordering screen.

Taking orders via the drive thru took up his morning, and then he was released for his lunch break. His coworkers had become accustomed to bringing him apples for the sole purpose of him to break them. He didn't mind, and it allowed him to be more comfortable with his coworkers because he could sometimes be shy. "Is that why part of your hair is red?" A coworker had asked him one day after he had broken multiple apples in a row. Jongho shook his head.

"No. Just red," he shrugged, ignoring his coworker's eyebrow raise. "I just like the color red." He thought he looked good with it.

But not everyone agreed - there were some customers that liked to point it out, like he had never seen himself in a reflection before. "You missed the roots," an older woman had told him at the register and gestured to his hair. Jongho added fifty cents to her order.

But for this day in particular, his hair was the reason for his downfall. For the latter half of the day, Jongho would be at the register. He yearned to be in the bar making drinks because it could become so mindless at points, but he was placed in front of the register before he could say anything. He assumed it was because he was the longest working employee out of the staff today, and Jongho vaguely remembered a newbie was working with him. He guessed the manager didn't want them at the register. The register wasn't much different than the drive thru, but there was something about actually seeing the customer or touching their cash or credit card that made it not enjoyable for Jongho.

About an hour into working at the register, Karen walked in. Jongho saw her and his stomach dropped. She looked exactly like a Karen should look: bobbed blonde hair with caramel highlights that were too dark, opaque and round sunglasses, an obnoxiously pink phone case, and a tacky red American flag shirt that said something about how America was blessed. Jongho knew he shouldn't judge people so quickly, but he had dealt with this breed of women before. He had to brace himself for the worst and the unexpected.

"Hello, ma'am," he said cheerfully when Karen got to the front of the line. Her dark sunglasses obscured her eyes, but she was clearly paying attention to her phone instead of him. She suddenly realized she was in Starbucks and lifted up her glasses. She took one look at Jongho's name tag.

"Hello, John," she said, and Jongho had to bite his tongue to keep from making a noise.

"Jongho," he said.

"John," she continued, and listed off her order, Jongho begrudgingly typing it in as she spoke. It's not that hard of a name, he thought to himself as he kept typing. Why was Karen's order so long? Jongho kept translating her vegan, dairy-free, blood-of-firstborn, extra-expresso venti iced coffee into the system until she stopped talking, and even then she wasn't done.

"So is everyone your age just dying their hair like that?" Karen said without prologue. "I'd never let my kid dye their hair like that. It's so unprofessional."

"Thank you," Jongho said, dodging the question and not wanting to provoke her. He hoped his cheeks weren't also red. "Here's your total. Cash or credit?"

Karen pulled out her purse, but not without clicking her tongue in annoyance. "You all really should lower the prices. It's too damn expensive."

Then make your own, Jongho wanted to reply, but he held his tongue. "I wish I could," he said with a smile. Karen frowned in return, and, without warning, dumped her entire coin bag onto the counter. Jongho yelped and scrambled to keep flying pennies and quarters from rolling off of the counter. In the corner of his eye, a coworker ogled Karen.

"I used the bills to buy my groceries, so I'll pay in coins," Karen yawned while Jongho threw himself onto the floor to make sure no coins had reached there. He got up, plastering on a fake smile. He hadn't had a customer like this in a long time, but if he could just get through her, everything would be okay. He reached for her quarters first and began counting dollars. He knew for a fact that his manager wouldn't have tolerated this kind of behavior from a customer, but Jongho knew he could be too soft at times. Besides, her jangling keys on her wrist glimmered and showed off their sharpness. He swore he saw her teeth glimmer as well.

"Hurry up," Karen said after a few seconds. "Count faster."

Jongho considered shoving pennies into her eyes. "Certainly," he said, and tried to pick up his pace. He could feel her eyes burning on his neck as he shoved the change into the cash register. He pushed her receipt over to her and eagerly began with the customer behind her, glad to be ridden of her.

But his escape was short lived. He heard a whine from the corner of the store and knew it was the Karen immediately. He was currently helping out a different customer, but there was no one else in line behind them. He'd deal with it after the customer if things escalated with Karen.

"Are you sure you made this correctly?" Karen snarled at Jongho's coworker, her nostrils flailing. The coworker looked like she wanted to sink into the floor. "This doesn't taste like how it usually does. Make it again."

Jongho wouldn't have done anything - customers asked for drinks to be remade frequently. But this was Karen, and upon further inspection, this was the new employee that his manager had talked about. He couldn't leave her hanging, it would be rude as an older and more experienced employee. Jongho finished ringing up the final customer and went over to Karen and the other coworker.

"Cherry head," Karen growled, and Jongho only raised his eyebrows. That was a new one.

"I'll make a new one, ma'am, sorry," he said, taking the drink from her. "I'm sure you were fine," he muttered to the worried coworker and was pleased to see her smile.

Iced coffee wasn't difficult, and with the lack of new customers Jongho took the time to make sure the drink was entirely accurate. It's not that she deserved a drink, it's that he wanted her out of the store as soon as possible. He even had the temperature right, and gave it a perfect dairy-free whipped cream swirl at the top before handing it back to her.

Karen ogled the drink for a moment, looking back and forth at the cup and Jongho. Then she threw the drink at him.

The whipped cream top hit Jongho square in the face and he could taste it. Then came the slow and cold trickle of the coffee down his apron and shirt underneath, and at that moment, he was so glad she hadn't ordered anything hot.

"I said I didn't want whipped cream!" Karen bellowed, but Jongho's choir practice had made him desensitized to loud vocals. He wiped the whipped cream from his face and looked at Karen straight in the eyes.

"Get out," he said coldly. "There's a Dunkin across the parking lot. They can have your coins." He paused for a moment, and then his mouth twitched upward. "My name is John, you can write me up if you want. I don't care."

"I will be," Karen growled, red-faced and clutching her purse at her side like Jongho was going to reach out and nab it. he couldn't believe Karen thought that she was the victim here when Jongho had a new fluffy white beard adorning his face.

"John's right," a third coworker said, coming from behind. He could vaguely hear his laugh under his voice. "We don't tolerate harassment on our employees. You're the one that could end up in trouble."

Karen stared daggers at this new employee, and Jongho was surprised she didn't jump over the counter to tackle him. "Good riddance, I knew Starbucks was going downhill anyway." She gave one last snarl at Jongho, who fluffed up his hair at her glance, before walking out of the Starbucks.

The three employees were silent, and then Jongho felt a towel touch his arm. "Oh my God, Jongho, I'm sorry," the third coworker said.

"I don't think I've ever been drenched quite as much as I am now," he said, accepting the towel. He began to dry himself off as best he could, but he knew his face and clothes were going to be sticky for the remainder of the shift.

"I think there's another apron in the back," the new coworker said, and then scurried off to get it before Jongho could say anything.

"I'm just glad it wasn't her that got absolutely wrecked by coffee," the other coworker murmured. "I think she might have cried."

Jongho nodded, still drying himself off. It was a terrible feeling, the coffee all over his skin and clothes, but now that she was gone, he couldn't help but smile. It was comical, how insane the public could be. "I hope John gets hell for what he did," he smiled.

"Absolutely," the coworker agreed, laughing. The new coworker arrived back with the apron, which Jongho gratefully took.

"Give me a minute to clean up," he told the both of them before going to the back to inspect the wreckage on his clothes and face. It could have been better, but it also could have been worse. He licked a part of the whipped cream that was near his lips and grimaced at the flavor. Despite it all, Jongho was amused at the situation. It kept him on his toes. It would be a funny story to share at a party. Jongho wrote a note in his phone to re-dye his red tips when he got home. Then, smiling, he returned to work.

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grapevineatl · 2 years

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We heard it through the Grape Vine 002

Trigger Warning: Mentions of potential domestic violence situations, Also, to have your character's name removed from the grapevine page for good, write in and we'll work right on that.

Well, well, well...we leave the citizens of Atlanta alone for a week or two and they raise hell. Before you ask, yes, we are judging. We don't even know where to begin with all of this. Let's start at the Sky Lounge. Johnny Bravo we mean Ira, took it upon himself to show up and yank his baby mother Brooklyn out the lounge! I mean.. or so we heard...and seen.. mm. Oh but it wasn't easy due to Melanie, Naila, and Deshayla who had went FULL Set it off on his ass the moment he tried to yank her up. "What's the procedure.. when a bottle is upside your head?" No really, Ira.. What's the procedure? Ol' boy didn't go to the hospital whatsoever. So here at the grapevine we are indeed curious as to what the procedure actually is. This just in everybody. Deshayla is not a lesbian. We think she was more offended by the lesbian claims than a man pulling a grown woman out of the club. Warning, implying she's a lesbian will get a pistol flashed at you. Beware. I guess we can say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, because Mini Johnny Bravo, Ihsan has been helping his girlfriend, Halima to stick and move. In fact he taught her so well she actually stuck his ass with a knife.. Not that it matters much considering she moves and sticks right by his side anyway.. Leave him alone girl, it's more men out there. Oh wait, little Ms. Halima knows that. Considering that she had a full serving of Joaquin in her spare time and in return he splurged on her at Shiloh's opening. We guess it's his own way of supporting? We could say she's thankful but she wasn't present at her own grand opening. Not a thank you tweet or an apology tweet in sight. But she did have time to engage in yet another twitter spat with someone else. Nice to know you have your priorities in check ma'am. Congrats on the boutique. It's Sew Lovely Boutique, you guys check it out! You may not see the owner...ever... but that's just minor details! Isabella, we have advice specifically for you sweetheart. RUN. Unless you want to be eskimo sisters with half of the Atlanta female population. (Don't say we never gave you anything) Oh, while we're at it. Some of you girls need better friends. Trust me. It's treacherous out here. We won't spill the tea right now because we're enjoying watching the madness, but mm mm mm. Watch who you call a friend chile. If you feel like you can relate to that message, then it's probably for you. If birds of a feather flock together. We here at Grape Vine wonder if Brittany, Naila and Nassau are besties? Or anything close? The three of them has been making their rounds, realllll under the radar, or under somebody's sheets. Get it how you live, no judgment here..but we hope we just sparked some new friendships. We can assume that Brittany and Nassau are acquainted already..as well as Naila and Nassau.. and Naila an- nevermind. Not our place! ANYWHO... That's been our time for today. Stay safe out here.. watch your back.. watch your front. Be in constant rotation, like Baron and his women. Until next time!

#grapevinetales

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yourmidnightlover · 3 years

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ssa hotchner: chapter 1 - the blazer

TW: harrassment, talk about a case

WC : 5,920

series masterlist

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"aaron! hey," you answered the phone after hitting enter on the final file you had to upload to the computer.

"y/n! how are you?" your brother questioned kindly.

"um, i've been better," you started, trying to figure out how to tell him the bad news.

"what happened?" aaron asked as he finished filling out the final file he had before noon. "is it about that promotion?" he rolled his eyes, recalling the events of last time you were up for a promotion.

"yea... it is," you sorrowfully revealed. "i uh... i didn't get it. again," you sighed out as you closed your laptop and put it in your bag. "can you... what are you doing for lunch?"

"well the team and i were gonna go out to a local thai place right around the corner from the bau, you could join if you'd like," he replied, wanting to be there for his sister any chance he could. "you know how much they love you."

"i just don't really think my mood is relative to that of a person who's going out with a crowd of people, y'know?" you placed the device in your bag and closed it, pulling it over your shoulder after grabbing your keys from the bag. "besides, i haven't met all of your team yet. dr. reid wasn't there the last time i saw you at my birthday because he was visiting his mother, remember?" you brought up, hoping he wouldn't feel too bad for you.

"y/n, just come to lunch with us. the last case went well, and everyone's pretty excited about that. maybe that'll help put you in a better mood?" aaron suggested as he gathered his things to go out for lunch. "and reid will actually be there this time so you'll be able to meet him," arron smiled at the thought of you meeting the young genius.

"are you sure? i really don't want to impose on your post-case celebrations, aaron," you rebutted as you walked out of the doors of the office you've been working at for nearly 8 years.

"i'm positive. everyone would love to see you again," emily walked into the office, noticing the smile he was wearing that he only has when he's talking to you.

"is that y/n?" emily questioned with a bright smile as hotch nodded. "tell her i said hi! and that i really miss her! oh wait are you talking her into coming to lunch with us?" her eyes widened at the possibility of seeing you again.

"yea, i'm trying to get her to realize that she won't be imposing on us if she comes," the dark haired man sighed.

"here, give me the phone. you know she can't resist my charm," emily teased, you laughed from hearing the remark over the phone as hotch handed it to her. "y/n hotchner. you are going to go to lunch with us whether you like it or not," emily demanded with a smirk.

"oh, yes. there's that charm i know and love, em," you giggled as you put your keys in the ignition, realization setting in that you should probably just go to lunch with them since you have no other plans and are already in your car. "fine. i'll go. should i meet you there or at the office?"

"just meet us there. we're like five minutes away and with morgan's driving it'll be cut in half," emily scolded.

"okay. i'm on my way now. should be maybe 10 minutes," you announced. "i'll see you guys there," you said before hanging up the phone and beginning to drive.

you had been working at a law firm near the bau for nearly 8 years. in fact, next week would make it officially 8 years. the office was run by a few men, under the US district attorney, who you've come to find out are misogynistic pricks who don't like putting women in positions of authority.

you got hired on about 5 months out of law school, columbia law school to be exact. you have an associates in business and a masters criminology, law, psychology. your original dream was to work at the bau with your big brother, clearly, but those dreams changed since you graduated from columbia.

you pulled into the parking lot of 'thailand eatery,' a bau team favorite, and noticed aaron's car parked in the far corner. you smiled to yourself as you found a spot beside him and got out to make your way inside.

"hi, i'm here with aaron hotchner for lunch," you sweetly announced to the hostess before she nodded.

"right this way, ma'am," you followed her to the table full of fbi agents, noticing their laughter that erupted for some unknown reason.

one seat was open next to aaron and emily. you placed your blazer on your seat and a hand on both of their shoulders to announce your arrival. they looked at you in surprise before realizing who you were, big smiles crossing their faces.

"y/n!" arron excitedly announced before standing to give you a nice bear hug. "it's so good to see you," he whispered in your ear kindly.

"i know. it's been a while since we've been able to do this," you grinned widely as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

"okay, okay..." emily interrupted. "this is sweet and all, but i haven't been able to see you since your birthday last year," she announced before you traded your brother's arms for hers.

"it's good to see you, em" you laughed as she squeezed you tightly.

"where the hell have you been! i've missed you," she pouted as you both unwrapped your arms from each other.

"y'know, working for the usual pricks i do... and that's pretty much it," you shrugged as you made your way around the table to hug penelope.

"what have they been doing to you this time, my little sugar plum?" penelope asked sweetly as you gave her another hug.

"the usual, pen. just the usual," you sighed into her ear as you began to hug derek. "but let's not get into that know, yea? i heard you guys had a successful case the other day! that's exciting!" you announced as derek wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and swinging you around a bit.

if you're honest, derek is like a second big brother to you. he was there for you when your brother got stabbed in his own home and was in a coma. he comforted you in your home when you were sobbing on the floor because it wasn't safe for you to visit your own flesh and blood.

"hell yea it was," derek smiled into your ear before placing you down and giving you a chaste peck on the cheek. "but if i need to kick some ass at that work place of yours i won't even hesitate," he whispered into your ear as he rose from your cheek.

"now, now, derek," you tapped his chest playfully. "i don't need you kicking my bosses down like you would a door, as exhilarating as that sounds," you chuckled aimlessly.

"bella, care to indulge me in what they're doing at that office of yours?" rossi said as you made your way to hug him.

"it's not that big of a deal, dave. i'm sure i'm just overreacting again," you sighed as you released him from his hug.

"not a big deal?" aaron butted in. "y/n, you deserved that promotion and they looked you over, yet again," he sassed. "i don't think that's overreacting," he rolled his eyes.

"i know i deserved it, but..." you sighed, weighing all the possibilities. "actually there's no buts. i've worked there for 8 years and have gotten two promotions. i guess i'm just really disappointed," you reasoned, trying not to start crying from the anger bubbling up inside of you.

"two promotions in eight years?" rossi questioned, noticing the annoyed look on your face at the thought. "do those assclowns not realize what an amazing worker you are?" david asked in disbelief.

"i don't know... i guess?" you questioned. "i just don't want to think about that right now," you said as you hugged jj in return.

"are you kidding? we've been to a few of your cases," the blond added. "you're amazing, y/n." jj complimented. "rossi's right. they must be absolutely blind if they don't see what a great worker you are."

"thank you, jayge," you smiled at her before realizing there was one more person at the table.

you'd seen him in pictures, and had heard enough about him to remember a few key points. he's a genius with three phd's, three ba's, he has a thing with germs, he's a bit awkward, and absolutely handsome. the pictures you've seen didn't do him justice.

"i'm assuming you're the famous dr. spencer reid?" you asked, not bothering to reach for a hug or handshake.

"i uhm, yes i am. dr. sp-spencer reid. or you can call me spen-spencer," he cleared his throught. "or reid, or basically whatever you'd uh- whatever you'd prefer," he stuttered out, sitting awkwardly in his chair and barely maintaining eye contact.

"how about we just go with spencer?" you asked as you made your way to your seat beside your brother. "my name's-"

"y/n hotchner, yes," he smiled at you as your brother pushed your chair in for you, you muttering a small 'thank you' in return. "i've uhm... i've heard a lot about you," he stammered.

"oh dear, let me go ahead and apologize in that case," you joked, eliciting laughter from your friends at the table.

"actually, there's uhm - there's no need to apologize. everything i heard was," he sniffled, "really good. it was all good," his lips formed into a line as he nodded at his own words.

"well then i guess i have to mention how great everyone's made you out to be. i mean, a three phds and three ba's at only, what? 34? that's beyond incredible, spencer," you complimented the gorgeous man sitting beside your brother.

"oh uhm, th-thank you, y/n," he blushed. cute.

"it's no problem at all. i mean it's not everyday that you meet a genius that's as young and handsome as you are," you laughed, taking a sip of the water that your brother had ordered for you before you arrived, not even realizing the compliment you had payed to his looks. shit. now you realized. you cleared your thought before acting like you didn't even say anything.

"oh! uhm, th-thank you, again. you're uhm - you're very - you too. not that you're handsome, but that you're very..." he trailed off, biting his lower lip to refrain from humiliating himself even more.

"well then, pretty boy, you sure do have a way with words," morgan teased, eliciting a jab in the stomach from penelope.

"derek morgan, if you do not shut up," penelope scowled.

meanwhile, you turned your head to notice your brother staring oddly at 'pretty boy' who was looking sheepishly at you. you nudged your brother's arm playfully, capturing his attention.

"stare any harder at him and he might explode, aaron," you whispered in his ear, being sure not to look at spencer.

"maybe that needs to happen with the way he's looking at you, y/n," he rebutted.

it's true. if anyone else had been looking at you that way, arron probably would've mentioned that he's in the fbi and that he has more than two guns to scare them away. since it was spencer, everything was different.

"shush, it's just a little crush. what's the worst that could happen?" you rolled your eyes at his protectiveness. "he'll be over it by the end of lunch," you announced, not noticing the way aaron rolled his eyes at your assumption.

aaron had seen spencer around girls enough to know that when he got flustered around them it usually meant something more than just a little crush in spencer's mind. that also means that arron knows that spencer would never try to do anything with you because you're his sister.

"fine," he relished, not wanting to bother with the genius's sure infatuation with you when this is the first time he's gotten to see his own sister in a while. "so you wanted to talk to me about something?" he changed the subject.

"right," you twiddled with your thumbs and looked down into your lap. "ikindaputinmytwoweeksnoticeatthefirmoceifoundoutaboutthepromotion," you rambled out, casually taking a sip of your drink as if you didn't just say you quit your job of 8 years.

"you did what?" he asked in confusion, not understanding what you said.

"i put in my two weeks notice once i found out about the promotion," you slowed down so he could understand, his eyes going wide upon the understanding.

"that's... what you wanted to do, right?" he questioned, not wanting to give you the wrong reaction.

"yea, i think so," you started. "i was just so tired of getting looked over just because of my gender, y'know? i've had to prove myself in everything i've ever done. i think i've more than proved myself at the firm," you announced, still trying to find your own confidence.

:you have, y/n. you've more than proved yourself to be an amazing lawyer," he agreed. "sometimes i'm convinced you might work harder than we do," he scoffed.

"there's no way, a," you laughed at the ridiculous statement. "i've just put my all into the firm. all my time, attention, and hard work has gone into that place. the reason that place is where it is right now is because of me," you pouted.

"i remember. i brought the whole team to the case that put the firm on the map. even reid was there," he stated.

"spencer was at that case?" you asked, not remembering him saying hi afterwords.

"yea, he was. he just got pulled away because of troubles with his mom," you 'ohh'ed at the revelation. "but that case was the hardest one i've ever seen a lawyer handle, y/n."

"thank you," you smiled at the compliment.

"no, i mean it," he relished. "i don't even think i would've won that case. that's what brought everyone to the firm. it was a high profile case, one that the bau was on. of course there was going to be a big turnout. you handled the press, and the pressure amazingly."

it was a case the bau had worked on for nearly a week and a half, and they needed you to further convince the jury that who they caught was the right unsub because of the amount of circumstantial evidence. you were able to get the unsub flustered, and admit to his own crime on the stand with the press in the room.

it was possibly the best case you'd ever gotten because the amount of publicity you'd gotten. but with publicity there came quite a few complications that you hadn't told anyone about.

"that's just the big brother in you talking," you giggled, trying to brush the compliment off naturally.

"whatever you say, y/n. whatever you say," he brought his drink up to his mouth to take a sip.

"so, how was the last case you were on?" you asked, quite intrigued by all the cases he would tell you when he had the chance.

"well, how about we start from the beginning since you like hearing about them so much?" he asked with a grin, you nodded eagerly.

"so it started with the unsub taking abducting his victims..."

throughout the case, you found yourself starting to profiling the suspects yourself, something your brother noticed too. i mean, how could you not do that? you had a degree in psychology and criminology so it made since that profiling them would be natural for you.

everyone at the table interrupted at their parts in the story. when david and jj went to the m.e., when aaron, emily, and derek went to the crime scene, spencer and the geo profile. you were fascinated by their work and everything they were able to do.

when you were younger and your brother had first started at the bau, he really enjoyed calling you to tell you about them. he loved your reactions and how enthusiastic you would become when he was talking. that's really when you first started dreaming about being in the bau, with aaron.

"ugh, y'know i used to dream of going on cases with you guys," you admitted after they finished wrapping up the case in words, taking a sip of your drink to wash your food down.

"really?" spencer asked, not stammering while talking to you for the first time all afternoon.

"yea. aaron would always tell me about the cases when you got back, and i could practically just imagine myself working them with him and you guys," you relished, a smile on your face as you recalled the memories of your younger self.

"i think you'd do excellent on the team," spencer suggested. "it's clear that you already work well with everyone, plus you're more than qualified to work with us, other than the fact that you'd need to go through the fbi training."

"actually i've already been through it," you nonchalantly admitted with a shrug.

"you have?" he questioned as his eyebrows raised in shock. "why haven't you decided to work at the fbi then?" you shrugged at his question.

"i guess i just thought i wouldn't fit in enough?" you said, clearly realizing the contradiction to your earlier statement about imagining yourself on the team. "besides, i got a job at the firm as soon as i got out of the academy, so it all worked out fine."

"actually, reid, that's a good idea," aaron said as he turned his attention to you. "would you be interested in working at the bau with us?" he asked with a small grin, the thought of working with his sister already bringing a smile to his face.

"wh-don't-wouldn't you have to ask your boss about that? that's a big change, adding a new member to a team. you guys already work so well together..." you trailed off, trying to come up with an excuse.

"strauss?" derek asked in feigned disbelief. "she loves you, kid. which is kind of odd since it seems as though she doesn't like hotch as much," derek chuckled.

"oh my god! imagine it, y/n!" penny yelled in excitement. "you could see us everyday, and you wouldn't have to deal with those buttmunches you work for!" she announced.

"used to work for, two weeks from now," you laughed. "and it sounds amazing, but aaron already works there. i'm sure that's enough hotchner's for you guys," you shrugged with a smile.

"that's nonsense!" emily disagreed. "two of my favorite people working with me?! an absolute dream, i tell you," she grinned.

"i guess if you talk to erin about it and she's alright with it..." you trailed off with a huff. "how could i say no?" you smiled.

"oh my gosh this is so exciting!" penny announced, jumping up and rushing arounf the table to hug you. "i'm so ready to work with you!"

"let's not get too beyond ourselves, pen," you giggled. "she hasn't approved my addition yet."

"come on, she's gonna approve it, y/n," dave commented.

"whatever you guys say," you laughed.

you all finished eating, and received the check for lunch of which david insisted on paying. you went up to him afterwards and insisted on paying your part of the bill, but he said it was 'his treat for this wondrous occasion.'

you reluctantly made your way back to your office, the lingering stares from your bosses not going unnoticed. you couldn't wait for those two weeks to be over and for you to be able to leave that hell hole behind, whether you got the job at the bau or not.

you sat down in your chair and reached for your blazer only to realize you must've left it back at the restaurant. great. there goes that 50 bucks.

"hey, sweetcheeks," ron, one of your bosses, commented upon his entrance to your office.

"how many times do i have to tell you not to call me that?" you rolled your eyes, finishing up on the transcript you would need for the case you had tomorrow.

"oh, come on. you know you love it," he said, walking further into your office and sitting on the corner of your desk, ignoring the two chairs that remained across from you. you closed your computer and looked into his eyes, shooting daggers at him with your own.

"what do you want?" you spat at him, wanting to get him out of your hair as soon as possible.

"well, you won't be an employee in two weeks," he announced as if you hadn't already known.

"i'm well aware," you sassed back, trying not to slap him across the face at the fact that he was no longer looking at your eyes, rather further south from them. you snapped your fingers to bring his attention back to your face. "what. do. you. want?"

"well, honey pie, i was just wanting to take you out. y'know, after you're done here," he bit his lip, trying to be seductive but massively failing.

the terrible thing about this fool is, he doesn't know what the word 'no' means. he's always made passes at you, and commented on your appearance. it, of course, made you uncomfortable, but you couldn't really do anything about it. the hopes of getting a promotion was greater than your uncomfortability.

"i've seen the way you look at me, it's no secret," he said, getting off your desk and walking closer to you.

"you mean it's no secret that i find you absolutely repulsive?" you snapped. "shocker," you widened your eyes to feign surprise with your remark.

"are you serious?" he said, his 'seductive' smile now turning into a frown.

"are you serious?" you asked in disgust.

you placed your laptop in your bag, taking your keys out of the bag in the process and beginning to walk out of your office to avoid the man standing there. he grabbed your arm, forcing you to face him.

"don't walk away from me," he gritted, his face red with anger. his grip on your arm tightened, surely leaving a bruise in its wake.

"then don't fucking touch me," you said, attempting to yank your arm away from him, only failing to do so. "let go," you demanded.

"sorry, sweetcheeks, i didn't get that," he smirked. that fucker smirked at your struggle.

knock. knock. knock.

you turned to see whoever was at your door. it was none other than dr. spencer reid. holding your blazer in his hand. you furrowed your brows in confusion before ron decided to drop your arm.

"what the hell is going on?" spencer asked, his eyes not leaving ron's defensive stature as he placed the jacket on one of the chairs by your desk.

"nothing, right doll?" ron looked at you, a disgusting grin on his face.

"yea, right," you rolled your eyes.

spencer's eyes trailed back to you and your arm ron was once holding, right where the red mark is. you swore that if looks could kill, ron would've died the second spencer knocked on your door.

"then what's that on her arm?" he questioned, moving closer to you and pushing you behind him defensively. "you hurt her," he accused. you stepped to his side, noting the way he tried to take charge for you.

"spencer," you placed a hand on his arm, forgetting his thing about germs for a second in attempt to calm him down. "i can handle this," he turned to face you. "i've dealt with this asshole for nearly 8 years, isn't that right, ron?" you questioned with a sneaky grin.

"who the hell is this guy, sweetcheeks?" he questioned as if you had an obligation to tell him who he was.

"you don't get to know that. and you don't get to call me that, either," you reminded him, having to bite your lip to try not to explode on the guy.

"are you fucking this guy?" he accused you. you pushed spencer out of the way, and squinted your eyes at him in disbelief.

"you're seriously asking me that?" you asked. "if i was, it's still none of your fucking business, asshole!" you said getting closer to his face in order to make a point.

slap!

the asshole slapped you.

spencer quickly grabbed you and moved you out of the way before pushing the guy into the wall, knocking your fake plant over as well as a few books on the shelf on the wall. ron's face was smashed into the wall, one of his arms twisted behind his back as both were in spencer's grasp.

"don't you dare touch her. ever again," he demanded, twisting his arm even further, ron squirming to get out of his grip. "did you hear me?"

your hand cupped the side of your face, the sting from ron's wedding band hurting more than you would've thought.

"ahh! yes! yes, i heard you!" he squealed.

"good. now you can apologize to her like a gentleman," he ordered, pushing his arm further up into his back to elicit another groan from the man, you had a hard time keeping a straight face from the scene in front of you.

"shit! ouch! okay! i'm sorry! i'm sorry!" he apologized in a high pitched tone, still trying to get out of spencer's grasp.

"good job," he released him from his grip, a sigh coming from ron at the freedom his arm received. "now go before i change my mind and cuff you right here," he ordered.

"cuff me?" he asked in disbelief. spencer pulled his fbi badge out, flashing it in ron's face, noticing the way his eyebrows shot up. "oh shit."

you moved your hand away from your face, looking at your hand and noticing the patch of blood that remained there. you wiped your cheek, trying to stop the blood flow.

"what did i just say?" spencer asked. "leave. now."

"right," ron said, walking back over towards the door, whispering to you on the way out. "don't bother coming to work tomorrow. or ever again."

"oh that'll be no problem, boss," you scoffed as he made his way out of the door, leaving you and spencer alone in your office.

"i'm uh, sorry about your plant," he pointed at the fake succulent that lay on the floor.

"it was fake anyway," you shrugged as you kneeled down to pick it up as spencer began picking the books up. "thank you, by the way," you smiled at the man.

"it's nothing, really," it was his turn to shrug. "hotch wouldn't have let me on the next case if i didn't intervene in whatever was going on."

oh. so that's why he helped you. of course it was. you were his superior's little sister, nothing else.

"so, what brings you here?" you asked as he offered you his hand to help you stand up, you gladly took it and rose to your feet. "oh sorry, you have a germ... my bad" you grimaced at the thought of making him uncomfortable.

"oh, don't worry about it. and i was actually here to bring you your blazer," he said, retrieving the jacket from the chair and giving it back to you. "i uhm, you forgot it at the restaurant."

"right, i noticed that once i got here. thank you," you thanked him, placing the jacket over your arm and picking up your bag. "you've already saved me twice today and we've only just met," you laughed.

"it seems that way," he smiled, walking with you out of the office. he gently grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him once you were outside. "your face is bleeding, y/n."

"oh," you reached your hand up to notice the way the blood was still lightly flowing. "oops," you laughed.

"you should clean it up, you don't need to get that infected," he suggested, his hand tracing the outskirts of ron's handprint on your face.

"thanks for the recommendation, doc," you laughed. "i think i have some stuff back at my place that i could use."

"i'm so sorry that happened," he frowned slightly, his hand dropping to his side.

"ehh," you shrugged. "i'm sure you've seen worse. besides, i can handle myself," you said as he began walking with you in the direction of your car.

"let me see your arm?" he asked softly.

you brought it up closer to his eyesight. he gently grasped your arm, nothing like the way he had done to ron earlier in your office. his touch left goosebumps on your skin, the soft way his fingers traced your arm.

"it's already bruising, so i think it's only a subcutaneous bruise, luckily," he diagnosed.

"i'll bet you could pass as a medical doctor if you tried," you noted, nudging his arm gently with yours.

"many people make that mistake already! it's a frequent misconception by a lot of people i meet," he smiled.

"if i hadn't already known what kind of doctor you were, i'm sure i might've fallen into that misconception," you added with a grin as you approached your car. "so, this is me," you smiled and nodded at the tall man.

"oh! right! uhm..." he trailed off. "it was nice to meet you, y/n," he smiled kindly.

his smile's nice. warm. very home-like.

"it was nice to meet you too," you smiled. "thank you, again. for saving me back there."

"of course. anytime. i'm just glad i got there before anything got too bad..." he furrowed his brows at the not so distant memory.

"yea, you and me both, handsome," you joked, noticing the way his cheeks blushed at the compliment. "so where are you parked? the least i could do is give you a ride to your car," you suggested.

"oh, i was actually on my way to the metro. driving isn't really my thing..." he grimaced.

"then how about i drive you home?" you asked, wanting to figure out how to thank the perfect man that stood before you.

"i-i don't want you to be going out of your way..." he shook his head.

"look, spencer, i won't force you to do anything, but i want to do this," you placed a hand on his forearm. "at least as a thank you."

"um..." he looked at his watch, noticing the time. "okay, i guess that'd be nice. besides, i've missed the last ride to where i need to go," he shrugged with a small grin.

"great! just tell me where to, doc," you said as you both got into your car.

"capital plaza apartments," he announced with a grin.

"sounds great," you said as you turned the key in the ignition, backing out of your parking spot and starting the way towards his apartment. "so, you've worked at the bau for 12 years? right?"

"yea. i started when i was 22," he announced.

"right, i remember aaron telling me how you were the youngest member of the team when you got there," you encouraged him to continue.

"right again. they actually had to make an exception to let me into the field," he laughed softly. "they had to waiver basically every physical exam on account of my mental capabilities."

"i mean, whatever works. it's so intriguing that at such a young age you know so much, and your knowledge is only expanding," you shook your head in disbelief.

"well you've accomplished quite a lot and you're only 30. working at a firm for 8 years and being as successful as you are is remarkable," he remarked.

"thank you, spencer," you looked over at the man and smiled before stopping at the red light.

"do you have any tissues?" he asked, you furrowed your brows in question. "your cheek is still bleeding," he informed you.

"oh! there right there in the glovebox," you pointed across his lap as he grabbed the tissue from the compartment and reached across the console himself.

you leaned in across the console yourself, trying to make it easier for him to wipe it off. he cautiously used it to dab the little blood remaining on your cheek off, his hand lingering for a while.

you looked up to meet his eyes, the red from the stoplight illuminating his facial structure in a way that was otherworldly. you were entranced by each others' gaze, not even noticing the light turned green until the car behind you honked their horn, alerting you to step on the gas.

"oh! sorry," you apologized, biting the inside of your lip as you continued to drive him back to his apartment.

"don't be," he swallowed the lump in his throat.

sooner than later, you pulled into his apartment complex to drop him off.

"thank you so much, again, spencer," you placed a hand on his upper arm to emphasize your thanks.

"you don't need to thank me, y/n. i was happy to help," he placed one of his much larger hands on top of yours, squeezing it gently before he made his way out of your car. "goodbye."

"goodbye, spencer," you returned as you watched him walk up to his apartment building, practically gawking at the man that saved you.

you drove back to your house quickly, entering the code for the gate. you noticed yet another piece of paper taped to the front of the gate. you ripped it off the metal, and placed it inside your bag.

upon entering you placed your bag on the hook that remained on your wall after retrieving the sheet of paper from it. you kicked your shoes off beside the door neatly, walking into your kitchen to pour yourself a small glass of wine before tending to your wound.

you walked into your bathroom and gazed at the handprint on your face, noticing the small gash that remained on your cheekbone. after washing your face, you used an antibiotic on the cut, placing a small bandage overtop.

walking into your bedroom, you admired the view from the large window as you changed into your pajamas. you were too tired to eat anything, but you knew you needed to get something into your system.

you walked back into your kitchen and found a granola bar you could eat quickly. you grabbed the sheet of paper and walked back into your living room as you continued to eat.

underneath your sofas, there are storage bins that you keep extra things inside. what also happens to be inside of that bin is a small, old shoebox. inside of that shoebox you placed the note, along with all the others you've received, not bothering to read it this time.

you made your way back into the bathroom, brushed your teeth, and returned to your bedroom.

it was a long day, very eventful. you could only hope the letters would stop if you got the job at the bau. but for now... sleep.

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OHSHC Rewrite: Episode 1

Starting Today, You Are a Host!

Host Club x reader

Summary: Y/n meets new people and fall into a whole new world.

Warning: mentions of past trauma

Word Count: 4.4k

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Nerve wracking. This was very nerve wracking. It was one thing to go to a school full of rich people, but it was another for it to be in a different country. Though you felt nervous, this was a giant step into a new life.

You had highlights dyed in your hair for a while now, but didn't know if the school allowed it, so you hid it up in a beanie with only your bangs peaking out. You also didn't know if they allowed crop tops, which was what you had on right now due to your unattended laundry, so you put a big sweater on to hide that as well.

Everyone stared at you. You expected nothing less, considering you weren't wearing a school uniform. You kept your head low and your mouth shut, though it was starting to bother you to have all those eyes on you for no reason. It's rude to stare.

After school you wanted to find a quiet place to study. All three of the huge libraries were noisy, for some reason, so you ventured into trying to find an empty room. There was a music room that looked uninhabited, so you opened the door.

"Welcome to the Ouran Host Club."

A gush of wind came and you stepped inside to see 6 guys standing there, greeting you.

"Oh." One of the twins said. "It's just a guy."

"Host Club?" You quietly asked. "Um, I'm sorry! I didn't know this place was occupied. Sorry."

You turned and reached for the handle, only for both twins to lean on each of your shoulders.

"You said sorry twice." The said in unison.

"I'll just leave now—"

"You must be the foreign honor student, Mr. Y/l/n."

You looked back at the boy with the glasses giving you a small smile. "I'll ignore the Mr part for now, but how did you know my name?"

The tall blonde one gasped. "You're the exceptional honor student from y/c?!"

"It's quiet interesting seeing a commoner with the audaciousness to come here." The guy with glasses said.

"Commoner?" You repeated, taking in the name.

"You should feel lucky." He continued. It did do injustice for your nerves to hear that, but you tried to not let the innocently rude words effect you.

"So lucky." You sighed.

The blonde man rushed over to you and slung his arm over your shoulder. "I think it's wonderful for a commoner such as yourself to come and study us. It'll set an example for other commoners and you'll be a hero to all of them. Long live the poor!"

"Am I supposed to not find all of this offensive?" You asked as you ducked out of his arm.

That's when a small boy jumped onto you, causing you to instinctively catch him. While in your arms he could feel your hidden breasts against his head, which made him the second person in the room to catch on.

"Wow, y/l/n huh? That's a really weird last name. I like it though, it's interesting. I hope we can be friends from now! "You were honestly confused at to why there was a little boy here, so you gently ruffled his hair and put him down.

"That'd be nice." You sweetly said. "What are you doing here?"

"Huh. Who knew the honor student would be so openly gay?" The blonde man shrugged.

"What?" You asked, though you were ignored again.

"So then, which would you prefer?" He pulled your arm to each of the boys. "Is it the strong, silent type? The loli-shota type? The mischievous devils? The cool type?" He got extremely close and grabbed your chin, whispering, "Or maybe you'd like me."

You jerked yourself back, walking backwards as the twins and the blonde were walking towards you. "Please don't get so close when I don't even know you! I'll leave you all be now—"

You bumped into a table, and a vase fell and shattered as a result. "Now you've done it commoner." Said the twin with the higher voice. "That was a Renaissance vase."

"We were gonna sell that at the auction. The bidding was going to start at 8 million yen." Explained the other.

"8 mi..." Your voice was barely a whisper as you looked at the shattered glass. You then began to internally panic, causing words to just spew out. "Oh my gosh okay okay I am so so sorry I should've expected something like this cause of my luck and it's just like me to be a screw up and–" you let out a deep breath before scrunching up your nose and turning to them. "I need to pay you back."

"With what money?" The twins said.

"Holy crap this is bad." You began shaking your leg. "Okay, what do I do then?"

"Well Tamaki, what do you think we should do?" The glasses guy asked, still giving you a small smile.

"There's an old saying that we should all live by! When in Rome, do as the Romans do."

"I'm in rich territory, does that mean I need to do as the rich people do?" You asked, being unconsciously sarcastic.

He chose to ignore you and go on. "Since you don't have any money, you will have to pay us back with your body!"

"Can you please rephrase that—"

"Starting today, you are the host club's dog boy!"

It all happened so fast, and next thing you knew you were coming back from the store with their grocery items. Was this going to be hell? When you got back, you thought about the club while walking in the halls. It was their job to make women happy. That probably meant you would have to put on a brave smile.

"Hey there, little piglet. Did you get everything on our list?" Tamaki senpai smiled at you.

Brave face. "Yup, everything you asked for sir." You smiled brightly.

His eyes widened, and he zoomed over to you to pull you into a crushing hug. "Aww, you're too adorable!"

"Please let go!"

"Why? I'm not done hugging you yet!"

"I don't..." You looked around for help. "Mori senpai! Help me please!"

He made eye contact with you before swooping in and picking you up. You clung to him out of panic. Why would anyone smother strangers like that?

Mori senpai let out an inaudible gasp. He was now the third person who figured it out. "Uh, Mori senpai," Tamaki said. "Don't you think that was a little much?"

"No." He said, putting you down.

"Thank you." You said sweetly. He nodded and went back.

"Wait, doggo," Tamaki called to you, picking up the grocery bag. "What's this?"

"Just what it looks like. Coffee." You said as you walked over to him. "And I have a name."

"I've never seen coffee like this before." He ignored you again as he sat down on a couch.

"Are those the ones where it already has the beans grounded up for you?" Kaoru asked.

"No, it's instant coffee." You said.

"It's... Instant?" Some girls asked.

"Wait a minute, I've seen this before!" Tamaki widened his eyes. "It's commoner's coffee! They don't have time to make it themselves so they use this and it magically appears."

Someone watching this quietly asked, "Commoners don't have time to ground their own coffee?"

"Why is everybody staring?" You asked before sighing. "Nevermind. If you want I'll go back and buy a more expensive brand. Sorry."

"No no, let's keep it." The whole crowd gasped. "I think I'll try it." Another gasp. "I'm going to drink this coffee!" Everybody began clapping. "Y/l/n~ this coffee won't make itself~"

"I guess that's my cue." You said to yourself.

"Wait, commoner," Hikaru said.

"What's up with that ugly outfit?" Kaoru asked. "Can you not afford a school uniform?"

You giggled. "Do I look someone who can afford a school uniform?" They giggled again. "I'm used to public schools, so I wore a random shirt. I don't know if it fits this school's standards though." The twins heard your giggle, and we're now also figured it out. "I've actually been meaning to ask, is there a rule against dyed hair?"

"Dyed hair? No." Kaoru said.

"Oh good," you sighed. "Cause I have some highlights."

"Then what about your shirt?" Hikaru asked.

"It's a crop."

"A crop?" The twins asked in unison.

"Come to think of it," Kyoya spoke up. "Nobody ever asked you what your first name is."

You took off your beanie and let your hair down. You then took off your sweater and put it on top of your bag in the corner.

"It's y/n. Y/n y/l/n." You then walked over as everybody remained silent. "Thank you Kyoya senpai. Nobody else actually cared about my name. Means a lot." You smiled.

"Of course, now it's time to go make the coffee."

"Yes sir." You made it while everybody else remained silent. Tamaki couldn't take it anymore, and exploded.

"You're a girl?!" He barked.

"Yeah?"

"Why would you hide that?!"

"I wasn't trying to, and you shouldn't treat someone different because of that either way." You then turned to everyone else. "Coffee's done. Time for me to get back to work."

"But–but—"

"Tamaki, we still have guests to entertain." Kyoya reminded. He shook out of it and began flirting again, and you took this as an opportunity to start with your other chores. You began to clean up some plates and tea cups as everybody fussed over the coffee.

"Oh Tamaki, you've taken the joke too far. You have a delicate taste, your pallet can't stomach that crap. It's obvious you're just doing it to please her." You looked over to a very pretty girl, sipping her tea. "Oh, I'm sorry. I was just talking to myself."

"Of course ma'am. Would you care for any more food or drinks?" You quietly asked.

"No, you can leave now." You smiled and nodded, walking away with a bad feeling about that girl.

You were then cleaning up the coffee cups, watching other girls become fascinated with it. As you cleaned up they stopped to look at you. "Oh, you're the commoner honor student right?" One asked.

"Yup. Did you ladies enjoy the coffee?"

"Very much so. It did not taste poorly, and it was surprising to see how quick it was to make."

"Well, us commoners are always in a hurry to keep up with our bills." They giggled, though you didn't realize you were being funny. "Anyways, I'm glad I got to share my poorness with you."

The giggled again. "You're so funny y/n."

"Thank you. It's sweet of you not to call me a dog." You said, grinning afterwards. "And wow I never thought I'd say that."

They giggled again. "Are you enjoying Ouran Academy?"

"Hell yeah, it's awesome! Who knew there can be so many buildings in a building!"

"You have an interesting way of speaking." One laughed out.

"Well I didn't think so until I got to a whole different country. I totally forgot about the whole bowing to people thing when I left y/c. We don't do that there."

"Oh my goodness, really?!"

"Yeah, you have no idea—"

"Y/n, Honey senpai spilled." Hikaru called out. "Come and clean it."

"Oh, I have to go. It was nice talking to you ladies." You then hurried over there.

They then went back to their hosts. "What were you all talking about?" Tamaki asked one girl.

"Not much, just talking." She said. "It was very fun and pleasant."

"I wish we could've talked more." Another girl said.

"She's coming by." The third girl tried to say quietly.

"Y/n, come over here." Tamaki said. As you walked over his eyes ventured down to your opening stomach. "I heard you had quiet the chat with some ladies."

"Yup, I thought it was a very nice little talk." You said, smiling at them.

He grabbed you and crushed you into a hug again. "Your smile is so cute! You need to learn how to be more girly! Now promise me you won't wear any more of those dirty poor boy clothes."

"First of all, personal space please! Second, those clothes are comfy. And crop tops aren't for dirty boys."

"That's debatable." Tamaki murmered and blushed.

"Y'know, we think it looks pretty cute." The twins said against your shoulders.

"See? Hikaru and Kaoru aren't judging me on how I look." You hugged each of them at their side. They then both blushed out of surprise, not that you noticed.

"Don't trust those shady twins! They just want to take advantage of you." He then grabbed you back, nuzzling up against your cheek. "You know what, why don't you two make yourselves useful and grab an appropriate school uniform for my little girl."

"Little girl?" You asked, pushing him back a bit.

"Of course! We're a family after all, and now you're my little girl!"

"That's weird." He then suddenly started sulking in the corner, to which you felt bad about. You went over to him and sat on the floor next to him. "I'm sorry if I made you upset. I'm actually glad that friendship is that important to you. It's not often you still see that, and I'm happy to be a part of it."

His eyes began to shine. "Do you really think so?!"

"Sure!"

"Aww, you're so cute!" He squished your cheeks.

"Uh, boss." Kaoru said.

"The female uniforms were still in the process of being made, so all they had were male uniforms." Hikaru explained.

"Oh, that's actually better for me." You said. "I'm not much for dresses." You then took the outfit and went to the changing room to put it on. You came out without the blazer, the tie being loose, and the top button being undone. "Are you sure I can keep this?"

"Well the tailoring was messed up so they were gonna throw it away." Kaoru explained.

"Oh, perfect." You smiled.

"No, not perfect!" Tamaki popped up in front of you. "WHY WON'T YOU WEAR FEMALE CLOTHING?!"

"Are you trying to say I don't look good in these clothes?" You teased.

"Wha– noo~" His eyes began to tear up. "I never said that!"

"So you were thinking it."

"I WASN'T THINKING THAT AT ALL! Please y/n, I think you're beautiful, I swearr~"

You began giggling. "Senpai, I'm just teasing. I understand that you didn't mean that at all. It's okay."

He gave you puppy dog eyes. "Really?"

"Sure." You said lightheartedly. You wanted to ruffle his hair from how much of a puppy he was acting like.

"Then why would you tease me like that?" More puppy dog eyes.

"If I'm staying the Host Club's dog until I graduate, I might as well have fun while being here." The twins were busy laughing on the ground, while everybody else watch you two. Nobody could make Tamaki like that except for Kyoya.

"She's so funny." A girl mumbled.

You patted Tamaki's shoulders. "Straighten up senpai. You still have an audience waiting."

"She's right you know." Kyoya said. He then happily sighed. "Okay everyone, back to work."

You wheeled around the tea, hearing someone whisper, "She's coming."

You stopped and smiled, furrowing your eyebrows. "What?"

"Nothing, just that you don't react normally to Tamaki. No one has ever made him flustered like that before."

"Not only that." Another girl said. "You just seem so fun. It's like you don't give a care in the world. We're not used to people being so care free, so it's very fun."

"That's very sweet to hear. It's nice that you guys all care about whatever I ramble on about." You poured them all tea. "Maybe I should be a host too. I could tell stories and we could all hang out."

"That'd be very pleasant." One said as the other two nodded.

The red headed girl from earlier laughed. "How sweet of you three to make her feel good about herself. She seems like a person who needs to be praised."

"That was a little harsh Ayanokoji." One of them said.

They all looked at you frowning, but you didn't want them to pity you. You mustered up a smile. "More tea ma'am?"

"No, that'll be all. You can leave." She smiled as she sipped on her tea.

"Of course." You then walked away.

Kyoya heard everything. You passed by him, frowning and looking downward. "You mentioned being a host. It's an interesting notion, in it's own way."

"Don't worry Kyoya senpai, I know my place."

He didn't look back at you, only staring at his notebook. "Your place, huh."

"Would you care for anything?" You asked.

"Just some answers." He continued to write in his book. "What do you consider your 'place'?"

You chuckled. "Not here. I know how lucky I am to be here, and that I shouldn't push it. Especially after breaking something."

"I see. Well, I do like your suggestion of being a host." This gained the attention of Tamaki.

You had your back to him as you cleaned up a table. "I was joking."

"Yes, but most people seem to enjoy hearing you talk. It'll help gain money for your debt."

Tamaki flipped and landed right in front of you. "Why would you do that?! Don't tell me you're not interested in men?!"

"I didn't say I wasn't. I just think that these girls might also have fun by laughing and not just being flustered. Having someone to talk to can be refreshing."

His eyes began to sparkle again. "This could work! Having more females could get you in touch with your feminine side. Starting tomorrow, you are a host!"

The next day you were sitting on a couch with the three other girls you talked to yesterday with you. "So y/n, what was your life like before you came to Japan?"

"Oh, you guys don't really wanna hear about my boring life, do you?" You leaned back on the cushion. "I thought we could talk about you ladies."

"We're actually very intrigued by you. We all want to know more about your life."

"Yeah, it seems like you lived in a whole other world."

You grinned, looking around. "Well, this does feel like another world. It feels like a dream come true."

"Were you poor?" Someone blankly asked.

A few people turned around to listen in. You chuckled. "Yes. For a commoner, I was on the more poor side."

"You mean there's a poorer side?"

You chuckled again. "Yup. Instead of commoners, we like to call ourselves middle class. Or at least in y/c we were. There were those who had not bad jobs with not bad incomes, and there were others who actually struggled maintaining enough money to get by."

People began to stop talking and began listening in. "What were your parents then?"

You kept your smile on your face, but stared out the window. "My dad was a lazy asshole who never worked a day in his life, but I guess he didn't seem that way when my mom met him. My mom was an honest and hard working accountant. She used to say that he was nicer to her, sweeter, and not a lot of people were kind to women where she lived. She told me she thought he could make her happy."

They all listened intensely. Even Kyoya stopped writing, and watched you from his side view. You looked over the the three girls. You weren't used to having people really listening to you, but it did feel surprisingly nice. Like the weight on your chest was being lifted little by little.

"What happened?"

"It wasn't until she was pregnant with me when she realized it was all a lie. And it wasn't until after I was born when he showed her that he loved alcohol. He was angry when he drank, and he always drank. Mom got sick when I was about 6, and by that time being angry turned into being violent."

"Did he ever hurt you or your mom?" You looked her in the eyes, and she gasped, knowing the answer. You didn't answer that question.

"A few months later she passed, and I ran away the same day."

"Where did you go?"

You kept your voice steady and calm. "I was living in the streets. Stole from this liquor store to eat. The woman who owned the shop caught me, but she wasn't mad. She invited me into her apartment, fed me, bought me new clothes. She's good to me."

"Did you keep living with her?"

You nodded. "She called the cops on my dad before putting me into the foster system and becoming my new mother the right way. Took a few months before she could foster me, but she didn't hesitate to fill everything out and put down her name for a daughter."

"What happened after that?"

"I worked at her liquor store, made some friends, found out I was really good at learning things in school. Then I saw that there was an opportunity to go to a prestigious school in Japan. After seeing a lot of injustice in the neighborhood I lived in, I decided that I wanted to be a lawyer. So I studied, learned Japanese, and when I got in Maria sold the liquor store and we moved here."

"Maria?"

"My second mother. The one who adopted me."

"I see. So you came here with her then?"

"Of course. We wouldn't abandon each other." You turned to them and smiled. "It's nice to know when you're wanted."

The three of them were in tears. "That's so sad." One said.

"Oh, no no no, don't be sad girls. It's fine, honestly! I'm happy that I found a new family, and I'm happy for being here. I don't like tears, so please don't cry for me. It makes me sad."

The three of them smothered you with a hug. "WE'LL KEEP SMILING FOR YOU Y/N!"

You giggled. "Thanks girls." You then looked around. "Has everybody been listening in?"

"No!" You heard from the twins. Everybody quickly turned away from you.

"Well that's very embarrassing. Thanks guys." You blushed and looked down. Tamaki pulled you away and gently grabbed your arms.

"Y/n, listen to me. I promise you that we will do our best to make you feel as comfortable as possible." You were going to answer, but you noticed something when you looked out the window. "What's wrong?"

"My stuff..." You frowned. "I'll be right back."

You ran outside to get your things. Your bag was thrown into a lake. As you ran you saw that princess, Ayanokoji. She gave you a side eye, and something told you to stop running.

"Oh, it's you." You didn't look back, and neither did she. "You can charm everybody with your words, but I hope you know that to Tamaki you'll always be a second class citizen."

You said nothing as you kept running. Once you got to the lake you took off your shoes and socks, rolling up your pants and going in to fish out your stuff. What you couldn't find was your wallet. That would be good money gone to waste.

"You've got some nerve running out on me." Tamaki said, watching you. "Hey, why are your items all wet?"

"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just looking for my wallet. You can go back, I'll be there in a bit." You didn't notice him take off his socks and shoes until he got in as well. "What're you doing?"

"Helping you look."

"But you'll get all wet." You felt bad for making him do this.

"A little water never hurt anybody." You stopped what you were doing you watch him. "Besides, people are always telling me I'm dripping with good looks. Oh, I think we got something here." He showed you your wallet, though you just kept staring at him. "Why are you staring at me?" He then smiled. "You're not falling for me~ are you?"

You scoffed and smiled, grabbing your wallet from his hands. "You wish."

"By the way, how did your things end up in the pond?"

"Don't worry about it, let's just go back to the club."

Later that day, to your dismay, Princess Ayanokoji requested you. You politely asked her what she wanted to talk about, and she asked about you digging through the pond.

"I see, that must be terrible. I don't know what I'd have done if my bag got thrown into there." She then chuckled. "And you even got Tamaki to dig through that dirty lake water. Impressive."

"I don't see what's so impressive about it." You shrugged. "I suppose he's just a nice person who'd do that for people."

"You know it's just a little obsession with you. You're new and exciting, but pretty soon Tamaki will lose interest. I mean really, you're just another pretty face."

You frowned, looking into your tea cup. "Jealousy can make a beautiful face very ugly, don't you think?"

She widened her eyes before pushing the table to the ground, causing tea to spill on your lap, and slapped you in the face. "How dare you?! Someone help me, the commoner tried to steal my bracelet! Somebody do something!" The twins said nothing as the dumped water on her. "W...why did you do that?"

Tamaki pulled her up and into his arms. "Ayanokoji, I'm disappointed in you. You were the one you put y/n's bag in the pond, weren't you?"

"You don't know that!" She angrily said. "Do you have any proof that I did?!"

He sighed. "You're a beautiful woman Ayanokoji, but you aren't classy enough to be our guest. If it's one thing I know, it's that y/n isn't that kind of woman."

As she ran away crying, Kyoya handed you a girl's school uniform. "Since you got tea on your uniform. I know you wouldn't prefer a dress, but it's what we have, and it's better than a wet outfit."

"Yeah, thanks senpai."

You went into the changing room, putting on the dress. You were thankful for it being long. You didn't want anybody to the scars. You stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you looked okay. You sucked up the doubts and went out.

All the club members turned to look at you. Tamaki stared at you. "Y/n... wearing a... dress?"

"Senpai!" You walked over to Tamaki, taking his hands. "I forgot to say thank you for helping me find my wallet. I thought you were really cool today."

Tamaki's face then began to redden as you smiled.

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Author's Note: Please comment and let me know if you liked it. I really want to keep this going and make fillers of my own.

AN #2: Also just ask if you want to be tagged in future stuff.

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svtrie · 3 years

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@sanjis-simp submitted; Hi! Can I get a matchup for One Piece if you’re still open for them? Please and thank you! I’m 5’5 and am a plus size girl. Super pale with dyed black hair with straight bangs and hair to my shoulders. Personality wise I’m an infp or 6w5. I I’ve been told I’m kind but I’m also very opinionated especially about civil rights, politics, and how people are treated so I can come off bitchy to some people. I do curse a lot and will absolutely obsess over something until I learn all I can or until I get bored of it. I’m a big homebody never really go to parties or anything like that. I’d rather stay home and watch tv or read. Thanks again!

hello ! thank you so much for requesting love, i match you up with . . .

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Donquixote Rosinante / Corazon !

Now, let me start with the usual height difference between you both; I'm sorry but you look like a dwarf standing next to your 293 cm boyfriend.

Like, an absolute DWARF. (Why is he so tall god dammit)

It's embarrassing but, he first met you when he stumbled down the stairs trying to deliver paperwork to Sengoku's office ─ you were coincidentally trying to go up the stairs so Rosinante ended up kissing your shoes.

If one were to ask 10 year old Rosinante where he would see himself 10 years in the future, the answer was probably going to be something he always wanted to do; "helping people" and NOT tripping down the stairs ─ face planting and possibly kissing someone's shoes right now.

"A-Am i dead..? Am i in heaven?" He mumbled groggily, looking up to see a blurry pale figure with dark hair, "Are you an angel...? P-Pretty ...Pretty angel" The words seemed to slip out of his mouth unconsciously, but it still made you blush.

You cleared your throat, blush still visibly apparent in your cheeks, and you handed out a hand for the stranger to take, "Are you okay? Here get up"

The stranger seemed to snap out of whatever daze they were in, finally processing what just happened.

His lips pursing, he stared at your hand ─ and stared at you ─ and back at your hand ─ and then back at you; you stare at him back.

His face visibly flushed, he opened and closed his mouth repeatedly; before deciding to close it and avert his gaze to the floor that seems oh so interesting now.

"I..Uh....Are you gonna get up? You looked like you were in a hurry" You spoke out; voice so gentle yet it was clear that you held alot of confidence.

The stranger finally deciding that the floor wasn't interesting after all, looked up at you with soft hazel brown eyes, and accepted your hand.

You pulled him up; startling him as if he didn't expect to get pulled up, and he stumbled yet again ─ but this time, he was stumbling forward.

Towards you.

You immediately wrapped your arms around his torso, stopping him from falling down again and possibly bringing you down with him.

To others, it looked like sexual harassment but honestly, the stranger just seems to be really clumsy.

Your whole body was dwarfed by his unusually tall, freaky height, making it a challenge to keep him stable but you did it anyways.

"Whoa! You okay?" A chuckle escapes your lips, "You're really clumsy"

The man flushes at your comment and nods hastily, and stands up as you unwrap your arms in his torso.

You got a good look at the man, he was tall. Like TALL tall, perhaps even more than 250 cm? You couldn't tell.

The man wore a white, short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with the Marine emblem; a simplified gull with the word "MARINE" underneath it, on the back; a blue neckerchief; dark blue trousers and above his shoulders wore a coat, "Justice" on the back. He wore the coat like it tends to be worn like a cape, draped over the shoulders with the arms not in the sleeves; indicating that he was indeed, an ensign.

His unruly blond hair seemed to go towards every direction, making it (if not) tangled.

The man finally spoke out, "Y-Yeah sorry about that.." his voice was a bit deep and husky.

"It's fine, you looked like you were in a rush" You answered kindly, crouching to gather his scattered papers he dropped.

He seemed to notice this and started to panick; arms flailing around.

"W-Wait! It's okay I can pick it up!" He sheepishly spoke out, finally taking a look at you and panicking more as he saw that you were a Rear-Admiral.

"No, No it's fine." As he was about to stop you, you were already done gathering the scattered papers, handing it to him with a smile.

"You're in a rush, aren't you? I understand, i also tend to get a bit clumsy and panicky when i wasnt in time." You chuckled.

"Y-Yeah! Thank you ...once again" He took the papers from you, and bowed.

"It's no problem! Please don't bow to me it's a bit awkward haha.." You nervously trail off.

"I- IM very sorry! I didn't mean to- I mean- I-"

"It's fine, it's fine ! You're going to Sengoku's office right ? Better be fast then" You gave him a wink.

The man blushes, "R-Right! My name's Rosinante ma'am" He gives you a shy smile.

You gave a smile back, "Chanae."

And that's practically how you two met; cliche yikes but it's fine !!!1!#!

You both kept accidentally crossing each-others paths and decided to atleast be friends because it was starting to get awkward with the short "hi's" and "how are you's"

As you got closer to Rosi, you found out that he was indeed, an extremely clumsy dork.

Its pretty comical actually, despite you hating the amount of bruises he gets from his clumsiness.

Rosinante grew up and up the ranks; finally reaching the marine commander rank.

While you, only going up to Vice-admiral, just like garp.

You've been offered the title 'Admiral' quite often but you declined, not wanting such a heavy title to be put on your shoulder.

Rosinante was disappointed to say the least but he was supportive with your decision.

Over the past few years of doing missions with you, Rosinante gained a not so small crush on you.

Scratch that, he mf loved you.

He wanted to confess how he felt to you; even if you dont return the feeling back ─ he can relax knowing he's confessed already.

Hence, that's why he's outside of your office, bouquet in hand, as he thinks of a thousand scenarios that would happen when he knocked the door to your office.

Taking a deep breath, Rosi finally gathers enough courage to knock on your door.

And so he did.

Knock.

A door creaking could be heard, your head peeked out of the door, face visibly displaying confusion.

"Uh- Hello Chan!"

"Rosi..? What are you doing?" You narrowed your eyes at the suspiciously acting 9 foot tall man.

"Uh..I....I wanted to tell you that I like you!- I-Uh- M-More as a friend..And i was hoping if I could take you out on a d-date...?" He trails off softly, his gaze glued on the floor, face flushed.

Your eyebrows raised in surprise, flushing lightly before shrugging, your mouth forming a smile unsconiously "Sure!"

You both took the relationship slowly; not wanting to rush and make one another uncomfortable.

You and Rosi has alot of things in common; including civil rights.

Rosinante was raised to not be like other celestial dragons; he was truly kind.

And you wanted to make sure people were treated how you think is right.

You both hate celestial dragons; you more than Rosi.

Often, when someone gets offended by you cursing your mouth off, Rosi will usually be the one who will apologize profusely while you continue throwing profanities at the celestials.

Rosi also admired your hunger in knowledge; he knows a bit but he isn't as extreme as you.

Rosi HAS to drags you to sleep sometimes otherwise, you'll loose your sleep because you were focusing on learning too much.

Rosi doesn't like to go on alot of parties either, he instead just likes to be alone with you; either cuddling you or watching you read with a lovestruck gaze.

He absolutely loves the fact that you're plus size! He doesn't care what other people thinks, it makes you supper huggable and Rosi loves it.

Likes to shower you with kisses everywhere. Literally, everywhere !!

He can and will send death glares at disrespectful men that keeps checking you out; you don't need to worry about creepy men from now on. (Rosi drinks his respect women juice !! )

Both marines, you don't have much freetime so Rosi usually buys a dozen of books to give you whenever he sees one that he thinks you'll like; it's his way to remind you that he loves you and also because he loves the way your eyes shine everytime you learn something new.

If you're both not busy though, he'll take you out on nice picnic dates !!

You tried doing a pottery date but that ended up horribly as he kept accidentally smashing his creations and kept slipping on the clay.

Rosinante absolutely adores you and your flaws; he forever will and no one could ever replace you ─ same goes to you for him.

[ Runups : Sabo )If Rosinante doesn't pair well with you.) ]

i...i think i went too far ?? i'm sorry i just love this dork alot.

sorry if Rosinante isn't the most compatible with you, although this is only my take on who would balance well with you.

note; not proofread ! sorry for any grammatical errors.

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cameron-artist · 3 years

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internalized sexism is also a touchy subject when you're a trans guy or an afab nonbinary person because it's so often used as an argument about why you aren't those things, so I feel weird talking about how it's effected my relationship with my gender but it most certainly has. Like I remember being in 6th grade and getting mad when people would "mistake" me for a boy, or when I did figure it out, even though I had dysphoria surrounding my chest, I was conflicted about it because I was taught(1

Second half of the ask

(2 that a big chest made you "sexy", and I eventually realize that that was the ONLY reason I was conflicted about it. now it's nuanced, because I was always bullied for being fat and and fat women are often sexualised for their figure in a way that fat men aren't as much, and I was convinced that was the only way someone would be physically attracted to me, so it's really a few issues, but if I hadn't had internalized sexism, I garrentee I would've figured out I was trans much faster

My reply:

I mean internalized sexism is definitely an issue! We should talk about it more (I'm not sure how much the wider trans community is talking about it). Because so much sexism is also transphobic. The same people who can't accept a woman in a tie also would never accept someone coming out as a gender different from their AGAB.

For me as an AroAce, I never wanted to be attractive. That affected my awareness of being trans because I assumed my discomfort around my chest was because I didn't want to be seen as sexy. I actually had a very different experience from you about being called a boy. First it rarely never happened til I was in highschool and by that time, it mostly was along the lines of "I can't tell if you're a boy or a girl, so I'm going to assume boy to avoid offending you" I wasn't mad just confused by this. Of course for me it's complicated by the fact I don't have any connection with masculinity. Neither sir not ma'am feels okay for me. Neither is me. Technically I have a small connection to girl (demigirl) but if I woke up one day and suddenly everyone stopped using anything feminine for me, I would be happier I think. But I don't like masculine either. I want a flat chest not because it is "manly" or even because it is androgynous but because having breasts makes me super dysphoric and the thought of not having them brings me euphoria. I don't necessarily think of flat chests as male or female. Probably mostly cause I had some flat-chested friends who were girls. (Also my assumption that everyone would get boobs if "fat enough." )

Also keep in mind when I get top surgery I want my nipples gone too! I ain't using them now and keeping them would make people assume male or female depending on placement/size etc. No nipples is my way of expressing my queerness!

I can't speak for AMAB enbies or transwomen but I feel like it also impacts them also. Because the way society socializes people "boy" or "girl" is harmful in so many ways.

The general thing I saw which is so helpful. Is is a problem because it is happening to a woman or because it is happening to me?

(for example being called Ms. or being called ma'am or referred to as a lady/woman or even things like a woman who enjoys nail polish or who uses a push-up bra (depending on context) isn't necessarily an issue of sexism.)

Anyway, I hope this long reply makes sense!

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may85 · 5 years

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Summary: After getting away from Guarma, Arthur is ready to tell the reader how he really feels about her.

Requested by @writing-in-hell

Pairing: Arthur Morgan x Reader

Game: Red Dead Redemption 2

Word Count: 1562

Warnings: None

Photo: Mine. Taken with my early version of Arthur.

His first visit left him reeling. Arthur had grown accustomed to helping women in need and he wasn't expecting to run into an independent such as her.

He was watching her as he casually rode his horse. Without so much as a peep, she'd taken down a nice size buck. Not a grimace in sight and she'd begun skin it… and when she finally caught wind of him, her bloodied hand was steadily aiming her pistol at him.

He held his arms out, “Didn't mean to intrude Ma'am,”

“Whatchu want?”

“Not a thing Miss, calm down,”

She squinted at him, giving him a stink eye that would put Miss Grimshaw’s to shame, “Ain't anybody ever tell ya not to tell a woman to calm down. That it just prolongs their anger?”

“No Ma'am. I do apologize,”

She sighed, holstering her gun, “Apology accepted. Mind helping me get this beauty back to my land? I'll share some meat with ya,”

Arthur nodded, smiling in kind.

He came to find out that her name was Y/N and the more he would visit her, the deeper his feelings would grow.

It was when he'd shown up on her doorstep bloody and damn near dead that he knew he had to tell her how he felt… but he never had the chance to do so that night.

Arthur had passed out from blood loss and when he woke, she was gone, leaving him a note saying that she had to run to town and would be gone for a few days.

After an internal fight with himself, he decided to leave. He wrote her a simple thank you, but knew that it wouldn't be enough.

°°°°°°

What felt like years, had actually only been two months… Two long, disastrous months of being on that damn island, Guarma. It was the longest he'd gone without seeing Y/N, but she was constantly on his mind.

With his beard neatly trimmed, hair freshly washed and some new clothes, Arthur passed the bakery Saint Denis.

“Cain't go empty handed,” he muttered.

After making his purchase of something sweet and fresh loaf of bread, he mounted his horse and made his way to Y/N's home.

Somewhere along the way, he found some gorgeous wildflowers. He picked them, remembering how she had said that those were her favorite. He had hoped that this would at least smooth over any hard feelings that she would have towards him.

Upon arriving to her home, he noted the pompous looking horse that was hitched at her porch.

Arthur could feel his gut bottom out as he thought that she'd found a suitor within the time he'd been gone.

It wasn't until he heard her shouting that he was pulled from his self pity.

“I said no, damnit! Now git!” she hollered, swinging open her door.

“Aww, come on now Darlin’, don't go gettin’ yer panties in a twist,” the man cooed.

“I ain't your Darlin’!”

Arthur's horse neighed, making Y/N whip her head around. He tipped his hat in silent greeting.

Her wide eyes narrowed, giving him her signature stink eye.

Oh yeah, he was gonna get it for sure.

He saw an idea from as her facial features relaxed.

“Arthur!” she breathed, taking off on a run to him.

He dismounted just in time, catching her body as she threw herself at him. Her hug was soft and tightening. He couldn't help but sink his nose into her neck to inhale her scent as he squeezed her waist.

“Arthur? Who the hell is Arthur!?” the man demanded as he came out onto the porch.

She pulled back, cupping Arthur's cheeks, “He's my husband,”

Arthur's eyes squinted at the man.

“We got a problem here, Sweetheart?” he asked, his tone low and threatening.

“Husband!? Since when!?”

“I don't think that's any of your business there, partner,”

Y/N hugged his neck again and whispered in his ear, “Please get rid of him,”

“It is my business,” the man barked.

Clearly, he was stupid.

Arthur pulled back from Y/N, his hands on her waist. Throwing her for a loop, he kissed her gently on the lips, “Go inside, Sweetheart,”

“Yer not really married! You ain't even got a damn ring!”

Arthur was growing more and more agitated. He wanted to get on with telling Y/N how he felt and this moron was ruining his chances.

He whipped out his pistol and cocked it as he aimed it at the man, “Yer a damn fool, boy! Now leave my woman alone or you'll find herself riddled with bullet holes,”

Y/N never did go inside, opting to stay with Arthur and hold onto his waist.

“This ain't over!”

A shot rang out, the mans hat flying off of his head.

“Yes. It is. Now got outta here,”

The man threw his hands up and backed away, clearly scared and hopefully getting the message.

Arthur sighed as he holstered his gun.

“Wha- hey now!” Arthur bunched his arms up, trying to block Y/N's swats. She wasn't hitting him hard enough to hurt him.

“You damn jerk!” she said.

“Y/N, damnit! Stop it woman!” he laughed. He figured he was gonna have his ass handed to him.

“Two goddamned months! Two! A-and then ya kiss me! What the hell Morgan!?” she finally stopped smacking him and began to pace.

“Y/N-” he had his hand out to touch, but stopped when she spun around to face him.

“I thought you were dead!” her eyes filled with tears.

It literally broke his heart.

“Aww hell… C'mere Honey,”

Without hesitation she placed her hand in his and he pulled her back into his embrace.

“I'm sorry, Y/N,” he said softly, “Truly,”

She sniffled, “Where were you? What happened?”

Arthur pulled back, his fingers running through her hair, “I-”

He watched a tear run down her cheek. He had to tell her and now was the time, “I love ya, woman. I wanted to tell ya- wanted to wait for ya to come back from town, but I- I'm a cow-”

Her hand over his mouth didn't let him finish his sentence.

She shook her head, “No, you're not. Don't even finish that sentence,”

He gave a slight nod and took her hand from his mouth. Taking a deep breath, he smelt something delicious coming from her cabin, “So, uh… whatcha got cookin’?”

Her laugh went straight to his heart.

“Is that all I'm good for? Cookin’?”

“Wellll,” he drew out, tilting his head to the side.

She swatted his arm, “C'mon jerk. Let me feed you and you can tell me all about where the hell you've been,”

Over dinner of pot roast with vegetables, which was his favorite, they kept mostly quiet. Afterwards, Y/N rose from her seat and took their dirty dishes to the sink and started the percolator for coffee.

Arthur watched her move about the small kitchen and had the urge to go to her once she was at the stove.

His rough hands slid down the dips of her waist and gripped her hips. He leaned down slightly, resting his mouth on her shoulder, just enjoying the feel and scent of her.

He felt her lips rest against his forehead causing him to close his eyes. This all felt so natural to him and he wished that it would never end, but he was scared how she would react to what he was about to tell her.

“I was stuck on island called Guarma,” his voice was thick with emotion.

“Guarma? How did you get there?” she asked, softly.

“Got stuck on a boat… running from the law,”

He felt her back stiffen and his heart drop.

“The shootout in Saint Denis… that was you?” she turned in his arms.

He couldn't look at her. He was so afraid that he'd see disgust written all over her face. He begrudgingly admitted to it, “Yeah… it was,”

He felt her warm, soft hands cup his cheeks as she tilted his face towards hers.

“The bank heist; that you too?”

Arthur swallowed, “I told ya- I'm a bad man, Sweetheart,”

He watched her eyes as they roamed his face. She was going to kick him out. He was sure of it.

“You're not a bad man to me,”

His brows furrowed.

“I know for a fact that you'd never hurt me. Hell, you protected me from that idjit earlier without even batting an eye. You're a good man, Arthur and you can't tell me otherwise,”

“But-”

She cut him off by pressing her lips to his. Arthur squeezed her hips, pulling her closer to him. Tilting his head to the side, he deepened the kiss and good God was it amazing.

When she pulled back for a breath, she licked her lips and blushed, “Wow,”

The corner of his mouth turned up, a soft chuckle shaking his chest.

Y/N bit her bottom lip and played with the collar of his shirt, “Ya know, I never answered you earlier,”

“Hmm?”

She stood on her tiptoes while sliding her hand to the back of his neck. Arthur's hands rested comfortably on her behind.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, her lips moving over his gently.

For once in his difficult life, Arthur felt like he was where he belonged.

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Erik peeked through the glass of the class window peeping into the door every now and then. He had a visitor's pass that allowed him to follow Imani though the day and he was careful not to be spotted wanting her genuine behavior. What he witnessed pissed him off. He noticed the kids ignoring Imani for the most part and the teacher allowing it. They didn't play with her equally like they played with each other and it hurt to watch her try only to be rejected. He walked into the classroom unable to stomach any more. Imani saw him and her face lit up again. "Come on, cocoa puffs," he called and she jumped up, full of energy and jumping up and down like she hadn't just been discriminated against for all that time. Her snaggle-toothed smile was bright. The teacher gave him an odd look having never seen him before and she met him in the hall.

"I'm her stepdad," he lied. When she got nosier, he deflected. "You didn't pay my child any attention when she was in your care now all of a sudden you're a concerned educator? Nah, march your flatback back in that room and finish lying to them brainwashed kids. I'm taking my child for the day. Call who you got to.. come on Imani." He lifted her sitting her high on his shoulders. "I think today's a good day for ice cream, what you think?"

"ICE CREAM," she cheered and he could feel her happiness, pure and untainted. "I want bubblegum! No, rocky road!"

"Rocky road," he teased, "Do you think it has rocks in it?" She went silent like she was thinking about it and he smirked. How anyone could purposely hurt a child so innocent and sweet was beyond him.

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As Imani ate her rocky road, Erik ate butter pecan while googling natural hair. Pictures, articles, tutorials, and the like all popped up and it was overwhelming. He wasn't going to get far looking for information this broad. He decided to ask Shamidi when he dropped Imani off.

"Why isn't she in school... Eriiik. You can't be taking my child out of school just because you feel like it," Shamidi dragged over the phone. Erik had taken Imani to the mall to walk around and kill time. He flipped a pair of Jordan 6's in his hand looking at them from every angle.

"She needed a break and to be reprogrammed which is why I'm calling you. I think she should learn about her hair and maybe that might make her like it more... You like these?"

"If that's what you think, we'll try that. When I get off work, I will go through the whole thing about her hair from the research that I did.. on my own.. as her mother and her hairdresser of the last seven years."

"Cool. See you then." Erik showed the shoe to Imani who was jumping up and down in her own world. She touched the shoe before nodding her approval. "You like the colors?" She grinned nodding harder. The shoe was white with blue and pink. "Alright, let's ask for a thirteen. Ask the guy over there."

She bounced away and once they tried the shoe on, Erik handed her a hundred dollar bill for her to hand the cashier. The cashier handed her the change and she handed it back to Erik. "Good job," he cheered patting her back.

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In the house, Imani sat on a chair that had been dragged in front of the master bedroom's large wall mirror. Her hair was freed from her ponytail holders. Shamidi put her hands in her daughter's hair, fluffing it out. "Alright.. So this time is dedicated completely to the princess's hair."

"Angel," Erik corrected with Shamidi's exhausted expression staring back at him. "You're the princess," he elaborated kissing Shamidi's cheek. Imani smiled shyly in the mirror.

"Let's start with the basics. Her hair is-"

"Type 4. Maybe 4b/4c," Erik cut in impressing Shamidi. He just knew he'd get some coochie for knowing that. She gave him the look.

"Exactly. Pull up the pictures on my phone," she instructed. He pulled up pictures of women and other kids with Imani's hair texture. "These are people who look like you and their hair is just like yours."

"They model because people love their hair and features. You look just like that and you could do the same if you wanted to," Erik added.

"She could," Shamidi paused getting an idea and pulling Erik to the side. "Let's start a page for her with pictures. It could boost her confidence I see kid pages all the time. I heard some people can even get their kid's college paid for." Erik grabbed her face, thinking twice before landing a big kiss on her in front of Imani. He pecked her instead with a follow up kiss on the forehead. "Okay I have an idea. I need some kanekelon hair from the store though and more bands like this," she said stretching the ponytail holder. Also you know those gold cuff clips? They're where the bowrettes are. Get a pack of those."

"Ma'am, yes ma'am," Erik nodded heading out. Imani stirred in her seat and Shamidi sat her back down.

"He's coming right back, little girl," Shamidi chuckled. Her daughter was attached as though he was her father. In a way, Shamidi was grateful. Imani's real father was m.i.a. and she did love seeing them together. "Let's get your parts started and clean so that when he comes back, your sections will be done. How does that sound?"

Imani threw a thumb up high.

"Al-right," Shamidi sang. "Your hair is so pretty and shiny, Mani, you got that good healthy hair," Shamidi smiled when Imani looked at her in the mirror. She looked conflicted, unsure of whether to believe it or not. "You do," Shamidi asserted. Suddenly she resented those white boring white kids. She pulled up a couple of styles that were bookmarked on her phone. Little girls with puffs and various patterns of cornrows going into ponytails. "This is what kids are actually wearing now Imani, the tacky kids in your class do not know what style or fashion is. It's my fault I let them confuse you. Which one of these do you like most?"

He pointed to the bubble ponytails and somehow Shamidi knew it was the one she'd choose. It was the one closest to straight hair. She held in her sigh, hoping that Imani picked it because she genuinely liked it and picking up her rattail comb, she started parting.

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