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#tiffany is barely able to get up
taintedcigs · 5 months
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thinking about mean!ex!steve who sees you at a party with someone else and teaches you a lesson in the bathroom...
warnings: minors dni 18+, p in v, mean!steve, degradation, name calling, cr*ampie, rough/hate sex!, ass slaping, kinda dub-con but not really? (reader says she can't take it but steve says she can? idk how else to label this sorry omg)
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You shouldn't be doing this.
You should be as far away from him as possible.
But your mouth was betraying you, groans escaped it louder than before, you knew you shouldn't have done this again, you knew you shouldn't have let him do this, but god, did it feel so fucking good.
To have Steve's large hands grabbing your waist in a tight hold, while your cheeks were pressed onto the cool marble countertop in Tiffany's bathroom, pounding into you with such force that it had you crying out beneath him.
"Louder, doll," he teased with a smirk, "don't think that douche can hear you, scream my name, baby," he cooed, sinking deep inside of you, brutal with his movements.
"A-asshole," you barely spat with groans slipping past your lips, and he chuckled darkly. "Such a mouthy fuckin' bitch, aren't ya?" He snarked, landing a harsh slap on your ass as you gasped.
"I think you forgot what happens to spoiled little sluts like you," he pouted mockingly, stilling his movements, his cock still warming your insides, but not enough to fill the desire bubbling up in your stomach.
"S-steve!" You whined, "what are you doing?" You cried out, attempting to turn your head, but unable to with Steve's harsh hold.
"Nuh-uh," he chuckled, "you gotta beg for it, honey."
"You're such a fucking ass-" Another harsh slap on your ass, enough to leave a mark, and Steve admired it with a smirk. "God, you look so fuckin' hot with me markin' you up, doll," he groaned, leaving harsh nibbles and kisses all over your neck.
"Maybe I should leave more, huh? Let those assholes know that you're all mine?" He grinned against your ear, you tried to shift against him, get some friction, but all it did was earn another slap, causing your insides to clench down on nothing when you whined.
"Are you gonna behave now, baby?" He pouted mockingly, causing you to nod with a huff. "Beg for me, baby. Beg for me to pound this tight cunt of yours. Tell me you're mine, my filthy little slut, who'll do any fucking thing to get fucked by me." He smirked, hands teasingly playing with your clit, pressing you further onto the countertop.
He was such a fucking asshole. Yet you were more than ready to beg for more, beg for him to make you his. Because he felt so fucking good, and he knew you well, too well to make you cum undone in minutes. Something none of your other boy toys could do.
You needed Steve, needed him to make you cum, needed to feel his cock dragging up your walls, filling you so full that your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
"P-please, Steve," you begged, unashamedly. "'m yours, promise," you said faintly. "Need you to make me yours, mmpff," you whined.
"P-please, cum inside'a me," you cooed teasingly, knowing that this would bring Steve to the edge, knowing that he wouldn't be able to resist cumming inside of you, not slipping out until he was sure you were stuffed full of him.
"F-fucking slut," he spat, withdrawing from the warmness of you before he slammed back inside with a thrust that had your core shaking. Your skirt which was flipped onto your back was shaking with every thrust.
"Such a filthy fuckin' whore," he chuckled, "so fuckin' desperate to be fucked by me." You could feel his thrusts get rougher, balls slapping against your clit so deliciously that you were crying out for more.
It was too much, his movements, the harsh slaps on your ass, his hold on your waist, the way you could physically feel him stretching your walls, the pain subsiding quickly and turning into pleasure as he groaned. And that bastard was so fucking big that it gave you the best mix of pleasure and pain you could ask for.
"T-too big," you whined, arching your back onto him because you so desperately wanted to cum. "Is it too big for you, princess?" He cooed, and you nodded. "Too fuckin' bad," he chuckled, "you shouldn't have fuckin' begged for it, whore." He spat, mocking you with a pout while his cock pounded into you, again and again. Deeper and deeper. Harder and harder, each slam of his cock inside of you sending you into pure bliss.
Your entire body was trembling, mouth crying out with every thrust, trying to adjust to that asshole's size, "You shouldn't have tried to fuck that dumb boy, so now you're going to fuckin' take it," he breathed, pounding inside of you so hard that your eyes rolled to the back of your head, lips parting open to beg for more.
"You're goin' to take all of me, whore." He groaned, driving his cock inside of your walls mercilessly, deeper and deeper. "And, I'm not goin' to stop until I make sure every single drop of me is spilled inside of your sweet fuckin' cunt," his fingers dug into your hips once he drove into you faster, your whole world spinning with it. Your cries were getting uncontrollable, and his groans were guttural, mixing together perfectly.
"All fuckin' mine," he demanded with a final thrust, enjoying the way you came around his cock, while his cock spilled inside of you. Filling you full, making you his.
Steve was going to make sure that jerk boy toy of yours would see you coming out of the bathroom with him, looking all fucked out while you clung to his shoulders, and with his cum dripping down your thighs.
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daydreamingyuta · 6 months
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Could you write a jaehyun x reader & them hugging like the scene in tangled? The one where she jumps over the couch and they hug each other tightly hehe
I SAW THAT SCENE AND I COULDNT STOP THINKING OF JAEHYUN 😭😭😭😭😭
Necklace | Jaehyun
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summary: fluff, drabble, boyfriend!jaehyun decides to surprise you with a necklace you've been wanting for a while, because he knows your reaction will be cute. a/n: stopp this is such a cute request! thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy reading! <3 wc: 627
You really thought Jaehyun wasn’t listening to you. You tried to not let it bother you, it’s really not that big of a deal. However, deep down inside you couldn’t help but be a little sad. 
You had been talking about this gorgeous necklace from Tiffany’s for a while now, hoping that Jaehyun would get the not-so-subtle hint that you wanted him to get it for you. It seemed like everytime you mentioned it, he was only passively listening. It wasn’t like you expected him to get it for you, but his unresponsiveness was what was killing you. Little did you know, Jaehyun just wanted to surprise you with the necklace once he got it. 
When he had asked you to come over to his apartment after work, you didn’t suspect a thing. You two tried to see each other as much as you could, so nothing about this felt irregular. 
“Hey, angel. How was work?” Jaehyun says, engulfing you in a warm hug that feels like heaven. You take a moment to take in the scent of his fresh clothes and cologne that never failed to make you feel at home. 
“It was alright. You know that big project that we’ve been working on? It’s stressing me out so bad, but it looks like it will be done by the end of next week.” 
“Hm.” Jaehyun hums, rubbing your shoulders to try and relax you. “Why don’t you go into my closet and change into some of my comfortable clothes so you can de-stress?”
Your face lights up when he says this, you loved wearing his clothes so much. You practically skip into his room and pick out a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. By the time you’re changed, Jaehyun was on the couch in the living room. 
“Y/n, come into the living room when you're done.” Jaehyun yells, so that you’ll be able to hear him, he must not have noticed you right behind him. You were about to say something, when you noticed a little blue Tiffany’s bag. You could barely hold in your excitement, not at the necklace itself, but the fact that Jaehyun had been listening to you this whole time, and went out of his way to get you something to make you happy.
You couldn’t help but rush to him with a big hug that causes you to fall on the couch, right next to him, his arm tightly around your waist supporting you up. “Jae, you got it for me?” You beam, pulling him into a sweet kiss.
“Are you surprised?” Jaehyun asked, with a very pleased look on his face.
“Of course, I really didn’t think you were listening to me.”
“Hm, I’m sorry. I just thought it would make my pretty girl happier if I surprised you.” 
You nod your head adamantly, “It was definitely better, Jae.
He takes the necklace out of the bag and signals for you to turn around so that he can put it on you. You oblige and lift your hair up as well. He clasps the necklace on and places a sweet kiss on the back of your neck before turning you around so he can see it. He touches your collarbone and traces his finger down to the necklace, lifting it up to admire it. “Pretty.”
You can’t help but give him another kiss before you go look at it in the mirror. It’s such a beautiful necklace, you honestly can’t believe you’re wearing it right now. Jaehyun comes behind you while you’re admiring it in the mirror and wraps his arms around your waist and sways gently. “I love spoiling you, angel.” He says, pressing more kisses onto your neck, before resting his head on your shoulder. 
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lightwing-s · 1 year
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𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊__ 𝐘𝐎𝐔
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pairing: jason todd x villain! fem! reader
summary: there should be a clear hatred for those you fight against, but nobody told y/n and jason about it.
rating: 16+
word count: pasmem 8,2k warnings: sex jokes, heavy make out session, foreplay
a/n: it took me long, but i hope this long ass post makes up for all the time it took me to write it. i really hope you enjoy this one, as i had a lot o fun writing it, and please let me know what you think about it once you're done reading ♡.
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! ♡
pt ii
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… Explosion at the Yacht Basin. The Tiffany is being exhibited. Hurry.
“Just two miles south.” Jason responded. “On my way.”
Speeding up his motorcycle on the busy and wet streets of Gotham, Jason makes a sudden u-turn and heads back in the opposite direction he was once going. Swerving around the cars, trucks and other motorcycles, he hears back honks and curse words be thrown at him, but he doesn’t care. The adrenaline has woken his body. He can even feel the air blowing on his face, even behind the scarlet helmet composing his vigilante outfit.
He had been starving for action all night. His body needed it. Bruce had been an asshole. Roy had been an even worse ass, and there were tons of other people that had been pissing him off all day. All this built up anger made his body beg for some sort of release, he needed this extra energy gone, and punching someone on the face seemed like a very plausible solution to his problem. 
Failing to follow his own mind, telling him to be more careful with his driving after the last incident — that had him not being able to rise from his bed from how much pain his body was in —, he drove so fast his speedometer was hitting it’s other end. He’d definitely get scolded for it at any minute by Barbara through the coms, and not being in the mood for that, he turned his communication off.
As he got closer to the marina, the smoke and fire became more and more evident through the gaps between all the skyscrapers surrounding the road. Pinkish flames flaring up here and there, climbing up the marina’s main building, and releasing smoke fuchsia toned. Upon that sight, Jason’s blood began to boil even hotter than it already was, and if possible, he sped up even more.
Recently, pink flames could only mean one thing in Gotham: Cupid. New psycho in town, got this name from Carmine Falcone himself, for her love to use crossbows and arrows and the hazed state his men were left by the mere sight of her face. Having had the displeasure of meeting her countless times, Jason knew her face pretty well, even if  she kept  it’s bottom mostly covered. And he was glad she did, as he could not stand the smirk planted on her lips as she managed to piss him off to no end.
She was a good thief, fast and stealthy, to the point one could have her in his hands but blink a little too slow and lose her to the shadows. Smart enough to keep herself out of the records for months, misdirecting her actions to random people, until one she had an accidental run into Robin and Spoiler when leaving Gotham’s Museum of Antiquities with a full bag of stolen artifacts and no sound coming from any of the alarms. 
Also, she was really annoying, knowing just the right things to say and do to get under Jason’s skin. And she would linger there for longer than he’d like to admit.
Also, she was really annoying, knowing just the right things to say and do to get under Jason’s skin. And she would linger there for longer than he’d like to admit.
Scared citizens still ran out of the building when he got there, coughing and barely being able to breath due to the exposure to the toxic smoke. Leaving them in the care of the firefighters that had arrived a bit sooner than he did, he darted inside. Knowing pretty well how his opponent worked at this point in time, he got to the room where he was certain he'd find her.
Displays of very expensive jewelry filled the otherwise empty room. It was dark, but the few lights that came in from the glass ceiling — from the moon, the street lamps and the fire burning outside — hit the jewels and the stones, who in turn reflected them beautifully making an almost perfect show of lights that could make many nightclub owners out there feel pretty jealous of the image they could never replicate. Almost perfect because right where he stood he could see the central piece of the exhibit was missing, the big yellow diamond out of sight.
No alarm sounds, no security system activated.
“Looking for this?” asked a voice from behind him, soft, sultry and mysterious. What wasn’t soft, though, was the clicking sound of a pistol unlocking and being settled at the nape of his neck. “Don’t worry, I won’t shoot. I like you too much to hurt you, Red. And also, I don’t want to ruin your face before I get the chance to see it with my own eyes.” 
“Give back the diamond, Cupid” he demanded through gritted teeth.
“Oh, they have so many here, they won’t notice I only took one.”
With a swift movement, Jason threw his arm back with force and locked Cupid’s arm under his own, making her drop the gun somewhere far he could only see through the side of his eyes. Now, facing the villain, he kept her arm tightly wrapped around his, somewhat careful to not hurt it while keeping  control of the situation.
“I thought guns weren’t your thing.” he said, tightening his hold and making her groan.
“I’m keen on exploring new kinks” she replied. “C’mon, Red! We don’t need this. We’re friends, I can send you a gift card once I sell this to the black market” and with an even quicker movement, Cupid released her arm from Red Hood’s grip and spun around, kicking at his face. Jason dodged it and threw a punch at her that she also skipped, though only for mere inches.
Hitting the back of his knee with another kick, the villain managed to make the hooded hero fall to his knees for a brief moment,  giving her an opportunity to run out of the room. Jason darted after her straight away, following her through the corridors and up the stairs, then reaching the glass ceiling of the exhibit. She ran with ease on top of the steel bars holding the glass up, opening a gap between the two of them as Jason, much larger and heavier,  had more difficulty in doing the same.
Soon, they exchanged the glass ceiling for a concrete roof when they got on top of the neighboring room. Chasing her dark suited body, he managed to shorten their distance a little when she jumped a small gap and fell onto another building, him not taking long and getting there as well. It was the main structure on fire, the heat from below reaching his forearms, the only part of his body left exposed, unprotected by his jacket.
“Into fire play, Cupid?”
“Ha!” she laughed at his joke, throwing her head back mid run. “Works as a great distraction.” she shrugged.
She was certainly faster than him, reaching the end of that building much sooner, lowering down and grabbing a bag that must have been left there beforehand. Out of it, she took her pistol sized crossbow and turned to him. Not wanting to get shot, Jason zigzagged his way to  her, trying to run as  fast as he could. 
After the sound of the weapon activating, an arrow flew right by his shoulder, cutting a string on his leather jacket. Strike one, thought the vigilante. Nobody does that to his jacket. 
This time aiming the gun at the higher building, she shot it and the arrow hooked on the stair house wall. Finally reaching the end of his run and almost at arm’s range with the thief, he jumped in her direction, trying to catch her mid flight, but only just touching the sole of her boots. She was up in the air, flying to the other building, and landed on it with gracious ease, as a pretty bird landed on someone’s finger.
“Pray to catch me, Red” she taunted him once she settled on the other side of the tall gap.
Groaning in frustration, he threw off his jacket, incredibly hot to the touch from being near the fire, and feeling a sting of pain hit his shoulder as he noticed a bleeding wound adrenaline didn’t allow him to see earlier in the same spot his sleeve had been laying on.
“Oh, Red.” she screamed at him, attracting his attention. “I swear you couldn’t turn me on more than you already did, but wow!” sliding her back down the wall of the stair house, she sat on the floor, her legs slightly spread in his direction.
“Shut up!” he screamed back, all his build up frustration sounding through it.
“Oooh come make me…” she moaned, throwing her head back, exposing her glistening neck. Anger blew through his nose, and standing on the edge of the roof, Jason took his grappling gun from his utility belt and aimed it at top of where her arrow still stood. Being soared into the air, he was mere inches from reaching the parapet when he felt his body lose all weight and descend to the floor. His heart fell just as hard, as he noticed the cut wire that once held him up slide right past his face.
However, when he thought the floor was his only destination at that point, strong arms held onto his own, keeping him from falling. 
“Thought I was gonna let you die in front of me?” questioned that same sultry voice.
“You fucking cut the wire! What did you want me to think?” he replied, grinding his teeth.
“I removed your hook from the wall” she corrected, matter of factly. “And I did it so we could have a little fun. It was getting boring up here. All alone”
The seductive way she finished her sentence made Jason’s voice put up and look directly  at her face. Her lowered eyebrows and the pout she had on her bottom lip — plumb, red and glossy ones — made his stomach turn. Strike two, I hate pouty lips.
Using his free arm to grab onto the railing, he forced his body up with her assistance. He put one of his legs over the parapet and managed to finally set his feet on the ground. He shouldn’t have been affected by what happened. He was used to heights, he knew he could shoot his grappling gun again, he knew nothing would happen. Yet, it did affect me. 
His heart was beating fast, his breath caught in his throat. Laying his hand on his tights, he tried to steady his it, to relax his shoulders, and ease his body back to normal. For a brief moment, he imagined himself falling into the fire, the image of being consumed by it scaring him way too much.
“Here, big boy. Take a seat” Cupid forced him on his butt and made him rest his head on the railing. “Jesus, you’re not into rope play? Noted.”
Clicking her tongue, she lowered herself to his level and placed one hand on his knee.
“Really… I want to kill you.” he shook his head, removing his hands from under hers.
“Thought your killing days were over, Red.” she stated, hands going to her waist. “Sadly, it’s not gonna be tonight you get to realize your dream.” 
Standing up and wasting no time, Cupid grabbed her crossbow, unloaded it and hit it against the back of his ear — or where she assumed it rested inside the helmet. The clicking of metal into metal echoed in his ears, making him lose his senses for a bit. 
It seemed like it wouldn’t stop, the sound reverberating under the helmet. He tried to stand up, but his balance was poor, nearly making him fall once again. Holding his head, he tried to stop the sound, but it was useless. Taking off the helmet was a no no, even if the clear best solution to his pain.
Deciding that loosening it might make the situation better, he pressed the button that would free his skull, but he did not remove the helmet from it’s place. Not long after, the agonizing noise came to a halt, his sight stopped spinning, and he finally could stand up just fine.
But Cupid was gone. Lost to the night, and not a single sign she was even up there with him at some point could be spotted around.
If he hadn’t accumulated frustration enough all night until this point, he was sure that now he had reached maximum storage. Punching the wall, he let go of some of it, but certainly not enough.
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Three nights ago, Jason let Cupid escape. Three nights ago, Jason got scolded by Bruce for letting the Tiffany diamond go missing. Three nights ago, he could only think of one thing, and that thing has stayed in his mind ever since.
Tonight though, he would finally put an end to his mental torture.
The heavy sound of rain soon faded as he entered the batcave’s tunnel system, being then exchanged by the echoing sound of his engine against the hollow corridors. The darkness and the cold of that place once made him extremely uncomfortable, but after so long visiting those places, he felt embraced by it, and the solitude, the feeling of leaving the whole world behind, turning it off of his head,  made him feel at home.
Underground, he found the metro trails of Gotham’s subway system. This first one he spotted was from an old abandoned line, a new one had been set to finish its construction by the late 2000s, but that clearly did not reach that goal, now resting here, forgotten. 
Driving through the empty tunnels, following the directions his computer board had given him, and reaching the marked spot on his screen, he made his motorcycle come to a stop, turning it off, getting down from it and making the rest of his way on foot.
He didn’t really know what he was looking for, but he was warned by Oracle of an explosion caught by the radar. The smell of smoke was present during his ride, but there was no sight  of fire. Leaving his headlights on, it helped him find his footing around the area, where he could barely see the tubes and wires drawing parallel lines on the concrete walls, nor the weird engravings he had no idea who — and how — had put them  there. Standing still, he quieted his breathing and took some time to listen. 
The howling of the wind, the timed buzzing of electricity running through the cables and the distant sound of trains following their course filled Jason’s ear, but something else caught his attention. It was the slight sound of rocks moving to his left that made him turn around and face exactly who he wanted to see.
At the blink of an eye, he had her under his gun’s aim.
“Certainly, this terrain doesn’t favor me at all, does it Red?” she taunted, hands held up in the air like a culprit caught by the police. This time, she had her regular all black attire on, but had no mask and wore a hooded  jacket, much like his own. “What do you think? Does it suit me?”
“Where’s the fucking diamond?”
“Sold to the black market. Is this all you can talk about?”
She was quick. She had to be, a diamond as expensive as the Tiffany wouldn’t last long in her hands if word got around she still had it for this long. He knew she had to have a buyer even before stealing it. Yet, Jason innocently thought he could have gotten to her before she managed to trade it.
“Didn’t know you were working for Cobblepot…” he questioned. He had been sent here because they knew Penguin was out and about, planning something for some time, but that they weren’t sure on what it was. Finding her here meant she was somewhat involved in his business, and he didn’t know why and how that was made possible.
“Working with Cobblepot” she cut him off, rolling her eyes in annoyance. “And not by choice.”
“For what then? Doesn’t seem to me like he’s the best match for your skill set.” he commented, interested in knowing why this pairing was ever formed. Penguin was a crime boss who would steal everything and anything that could get him richer, and he had worked with some of the best along the years, although not the best partner they had ever had. Yet working alongside a Cupid seemed especially strange this time, as she had only been on their records for a couple months, and Penguin isn’t much keen on working alongside new flesh. And also, from the little bit he knew about her, she preferred working alone.
“For I have no other choice.” she answered, and he could have sworn her voice had a little crack somewhere between those words. “I guess I should’ve picked a buyer more carefully. Next time I try to sell some stolen goods I’ll have that in mind.” she threw her shoulders back and continued. “Beginners curse. I’ll learn things through time and find the right people who I can trust. I did find you after all, right Daddy?”
Say what?!  she caught him off guard. What did she just fucking call me?
“I’m not your fucking Da…” lowering his gun, grunting, he stoped himself from saying the last word.
“Oh? Why can’t you say it?” she mused, excited by his excitation from saying the word. “Say it!”
“Stop.”
“Say it, Red.” she challenged.
“No!” he screamed back, while she continued to taunt him. At a distance, his ears heard the succinct sound of a train coming in their direction and he started to notice the peebles jumping up on the ground. He also noticed Cupid standing right at the middle of the railing tracks. “Cupid, get out of there.”
He tried to plead, but she still happily sang to him to repeat the D word. 
“The train is coming! Do you want to die” he got closer, but nothing. She didn’t even flinch at the words train and coming being thrown at her.
“Y/n, move!” he screamed.
“Oh, you know my name?” her eyes widened as she seemed to have grown more excited at the thought he knew her identity. “Only fair you give me yours now.” 
Crossing her arms on her chest like a little child would do to its parents, she continued to ignore Red Hood’s pleas as the train announced itself to them by shining it’s lights in their direction.
“C’mon” he grunted, but she still didn’t move.
“Tell me your name” she sang. 
“Damn it, it’s Jason. Now fucking move.” He was desperate at this point, as she made no indications she was moving out of the way. Fearful, he started walking in her direction.
“Now, say dad-dy…”
“FUCK!” he screamed and rushed his steps. Getting to her, he jumped into the tracks and held her by the arms, dragging her alongside him out of the railway and onto the opposite wall, fast enough to have the train pass behind them and over the spot she was standing on a second later..
“Why didn’t you fucking get out?” he asked, completely exasperated, pushing her away from his hold.
“You wouldn’t let me die would you?” she pouted at him once more, aggravating his nerves and making him moan in frustration. Why is she so fucking difficult?
“I would kill you if I could.” he stated, getting closer to her face.
“What's holding you back? Papa bats wouldn’t let you?” 
Clenching his wrists, trying his best to not throw a punch at her yet and doing his best to hold his anger, he answers through gritted teeth. “I’m past that”
“A mature man”
“Jesus fucking Christ, you’re annoying”
“It’s a talent I’ve curated through the years.” she stated, proud of herself for being an irritating little shit.
“What are you doing down here anyway?” he questioned, remembering his job and the orders he had received earlier.
“Ah…” she looked up, as if trying to remember herself. “Distracting you.”
“Huh?”
“Penguin is planning something tonight and told me to take you out of his way.” He didn’t notice she was this close, but her hands were not at his collar. She fixed something in his chest he failed to see a problem with, her hands sliding up and down his chest. 
Shit, Jason thought. He had to get back. 
Grabbing her wrist, he removed her hands from his jacket and threw them far away from him. Turning around, he was dead set into returning to the surface. “Oracle, this was a distraction. Penguin is…”
“...Robbing the entire exhibit  at the Yacht Club.  Yeah, we figured that out. Where were you? Everyone is heading there now.”
“I’m on my way too.” he cut the conversation short, running to his motorcycle.
“Hey, Jay?” he rolled his eyes at the sound of her voice, still walking to his vehicle and getting on top of it. “Could you give me a ride?”
“You gotta be kidding me” he whispered to himself. Looking back at her, arms on her side and big eyes innocencly staring at him, he really wondered if she was being serious or not. What was stopping him from giving her a ride and locking her up afterwards? In fact, that seemed like a very good idea to him. Having her right there, sitting behind him and holding his body, he could be sure she wouldn’t go anywhere…
“My my, you’re actually considering it?” she smirked, breaking him out of his thoughts. “You should go, Red. The sooner you trap Penguin, the sooner I’ll be free.”
And turning her back to him, she disappeared into the darkness once again. This time, he made his way into the shadows right after.
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By the time they all had got to the exhibit, the jewels were already gone. 
Penguin’s meticulously crafted plan was a success. He had each and every member of the family busy with different affairs, seemingly unrelated, and within large enough distances to the Yacht Basin, that if anyone was seen moving in its direction, they would have enough time to clear the area before they got there. And everything went as planned. 
They all wondered, how could they have been tricked like that? So under their noses, so obvious looking on the outside. Yet, they were played like little children.
“We are trying to keep this out of the news until we understand how it all happened. The National Museum won’t be happy with this.”
“We’re working on getting as much information as possible, Commissioner. Penguin can’t have gone too far, this fast.” Batman stated. “These jewels are still in Gotham, and we’ll find them.”
“Good. Otherwise the mayor is gonna want both our necks hanging by morning.” Commissioner Gordon replied, pushing his glasses up his nose bridge and fishing for a cigar he knew he had hid somewhere inside his coat’s pocket.
Hearing their conversion from a few feet away, Jason and Dick watched as the two of them said their goodbyes, and Bruce, in his mighty black cape and cowl,  made his way towards the two standing in the corner.
“Are you sure the jewels are still in the city?” Dick questioned, a subtle hint of doubt hidden in his voice, but not daring yet to completely cut this theory out of the question.
“No planes or ships were spotted on the radars. Fleeing the city with millions in gold and jewelry is not going to be easy after the police closed all road exits.” looking back at the Commissioner for a moment, he continued. “Barbara responded that all cameras at the Yacht club were conveniently turned off earlier. But she got a hold of the street vigilance records and caught a truck with suspicious actions coming and going down the street that leads here.”
Walking between Dick and Jason, he ignored their questioning looks and continued.
“I’m taking the batmobile back to the cave. Gather more information on the truck’s route and possible destinations. I need you two on the streets, be my eyes and ears. If anything happens, you need to call me. Immediately” he demanded, blending with the shadows and making his way out of this place, leaving the two brothers all alone.
“I can’t believe Harley was with Penguin on this one.” he heard Dick start. “I was so sure she was trying to break the Joker out of Arkham again. I only realized something was wrong when she was taking too long to take some action .”
His brother’s little adventure with Harley Quinn was at the bottom of the list of things he was interested in at the moment. While he continued to ramble  about it, his mind was constantly drawn back to the tunnels and to her.
The way she could get under his skin so easily was something he couldn’t figure out how and why happened. There was only one other person who could do it as easily, but the Joker had killed him in the past, making the reason for his hatred for the Clown Prince of Gotham completely reasonable. On the other hand, he had only known Cupid for some time, met her less than his finger could count, and she really had not done anything more than antagonize him and actually save his life once.
And also, she was kinda hot. It irked him tremendously to even have thoughts  about this, but he had to be honest with himself and admit — to him only, and nobody else — that he did have a small, very slight, very little, thing for Y/n. But that was all physical, he only thought she was insanely attractive. She could work her body and her words, clearly, and he was just stupidly  weak to have fallen for charm.
“What did he do to keep you away?” Dick asked, having Jason’s attention back to him.
Jason considered if he really should tell his brother or not of what kept him away for so long. He had joked before about how much he seemed to find her out during patrol, and how she often got the best of him, leaving him empty handed. When they found out her real identity, Dick caught a glimpse at how Jason stared at her pictures a lot longer than he usually would. 
Coming to a conclusion, he answered without shame. “Cupid.”
Just by hearing her name, Dick’s smile spread on his face, although he’d keep trying to hold it back, his mind getting funny ideas of what the two of them were doing down in the underground.
“It seems like you’ve been finding each other quite a lot recently,” he stated.
“Uh-huh” Jason hummed, agreeing with him but limiting himself to a short and final answer, knowing pretty well where this conversation would go if he stood around for too long. Ignoring anything else Dick had to tell him, he mounted his bike and drove away to work on finding the jewelry truck.
Hours later, when the sun was getting close to coming out of hiding, Jason stood under a railroad bridge, quietly watching the rain fall harshly down the sky and form large puddles on the asphalt. He had been riding his motorcycle all night, looking for that truck or any other indication of Penguin’s work. He drove and drove, but got nothing.
Now, standing there, he had difficulty keeping his eyes open. He awaited something. Something to happen to bring energy back into his night. Something to keep him busy and away from his own thoughts that had been torturing him all that time.
The rain hitting the metal structure over his head was soothing, and did not help his attempts to not fall asleep. Sometimes, a vehicle would pass by his spot and jolt him awake, or water accumulated somewhere would fall down all at once, making a huge noise out of nowhere. Other times, he’d hear mice or the sounds of footsteps coming up top, but would see nobody, animal or human, out there.  Worst of all was when trains would pass by the bridge and make everything in a two mile radius to shake.
Tired mind meant thinking of things he wouldn’t want to think about when his mind was properly awake. He closed his eyes and could hear the sultry sound of her voice, or smell the spicy scent of her perfume. He needed to see her again. He needed to let off some steam, all that stored frustration. He needed to see her and make sure she had forgotten about his name. Remembering he did that, he threw his head back and released a heavy sight. It was stupid to have said it, and he didn’t know why he kept doing stupid shit whenever she was around. 
Feeling safe in the loneliness, he took off his helmet and got some much needed fresh air. He leaned forward and laid his head down on his motorcycle’s panel, ready for a nap. Bruce wouldn’t notice. Penguin must have already left the city somehow and this whole night of waiting was for absolutely nothing.
Losing to tiredness, he began to dream of meeting Y/n and talking to her again.  But the dream wasn’t long, because when he was getting to the good part, something made him jump out of his sleep.
“Is the night too much for the incredible Red Hood?” asked a voice he did not recognize and who he could not see, hiding from the lights, but who he felt came from right behind him. The voice was followed by the sound of two, or was it three, sets of footsteps approaching him.
“Or did that arrowed cunt give you the kiss of death too?” joked another voice, clearly familiar with the first one. Jason still could not see them yet, but knew very well where they stood.
“Are you guys scared to come out of the dark?” he taunted them. “It’s easy to tell me shit when I can’t see who I’m supposed to be fighting with.”
“Isn’t this guy is fucking cocky, Dan?” the second voice commented.
“How many of your friends have left with all working limbs after finding me during a night at their job?” Jason inquired, smirking at the men in the darkness, proud of his high rate of beat down assholes.
“One as many punches I’ll be gifting your face tonight.” one of them replied.
“Then come and get me.” he challenged, arms open in a call for battle. 
Upon his call, two tall men left their place in the shadows and ran in his direction. One of them was skinny, and held what Jason identified as a knife in his hands. The other, smaller and a bit heavier, had something shining between the base of his fingers. Standing up from his bike, he cracked his neck, his arms and his fingers, waiting for the action to finally reach him and he slowly paced towards the two guys. Action was on again, baby.
The fact that he was outnumbered did not bother Jason in the slightest, as he defended himself with ease. The other two, although pretty confident when they ran towards him thinking they could give him some bruises, soon found out that defeating the Red Hood was no easy task.  Their confidence was rapidly gone. 
He managed to divide them. Turning to fight the first one, he grabbed him by his collar, threw him at a metal pillar, causing an echoing sound to reverberate around them, and the man to fall hard on the ground, grunting on the floor and touching his own his to check if they were okay. Now, changing his attention to the other man, he couldn’t find him at first glance, but saw this one trying to sneak around his back and hit him on the head with a large pipe he had found somewhere. Being a smarter fighter, Jason followed him by the noise he was making by breathing, walking and simply existing in around him. Jason knew exactly where he was and avoided the hit. Then, he grabbed the man’s hand and spun his arm around till it made a loud cracking sound and the guy made an even louder and painful scream.
“How many punches did you say you’d give me again?” Jason shrugged. Not a single drop of sweat in his body.
The moaning and groaning of the two guys on the floor were like a symphony to his ears, the perfect credit song for one of his favorite action sequences. Wanting to leave, he looked for his helmet as he didn’t see it where he had left it above his bike. Not on the floor either, and also not rolling to the street.
“Took ill on Thursday, Grew worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday”
The words came out of a third voice, perhaps the third pair of steps he had heard along the men’s. But different from the two idiots on the floor, this one definitely activated his fight or flight instincts.
“Solomon Grundy, born on a monday.” The big shadow of the creature turned into flesh and bone, red helmet in hands. Breaking the item as if he was breaking glass, the angry monster threw pieces on the floor, stepped on them with his bare feet and with heavy steps made his way to the Red Hood. “Solomon Grundy, born on a monday”
“Oh shit!” Jason exclaimed as the zombie-like walked closer. “Long time no see, buddy.”
As if disgusted by the nickname, Grundy darted towards Jason, who then ran towards the street in hopes to get more space to fight the big guy. He also hoped the wet asphalt could somehow aid him  in bringing down the creature. He deviated several punches, while his own hit the spot a couple of times, but apparently didn’t cause his enemy much pain. Kicking the back of his knees, he made Grundy lose some balance and fall to his knees, giving Jason enough time to think of a plan.
Looking back at his bike, still where he was sitting under the bridge, he decided that the best plan was making a run for it and trying to escape. He didn’t know what and why had Grundy so mad and out of the sewers tonight, as he rarely left his safe spot, but he also didn’t want to stay any longer to figure that out.
“You work for Penguin too, Grudy?” he jokingly asked, making a run to his motorcycle. “Thought of you as better than that.”
“Solomon Grundy… works for nobody” he answered, punching the ground with both of his hands right at the place where Jason had just been standing. Almost out of the street, a car suddenly passed by — for what reason? — and blocked his way, and then another car showed up. Why are all those people driving towards Solomon Grundy? Have they all gone mad?
When he was too worried  about the cars and the stupid people driving them, Jason didn’t notice when Grundy approached him and hit him right in his jaw, making him fly across the street. There on the floor, his head spun and everything went blurry as he tried but could not pull himself up from the ground. Damn it, he needed to get out of there.
Getting to his feet, lord knows how, and stumbling to make his way to where he wanted, he heard the swift swish of projectiles flying by his ears, who were then followed by Grundy’s screams and complaints. Two. Three. Four more things hit him, but somewhat running with a spinning head had Jason’s vision go everywhere but nowhere at the same time. 
As if that wasn’t enough, suddenly the honking of a car and a pair of headlights were in his face, as he felt the floor shaking from the heavy steps that were also heading his way. Trying to rush, he nearly fell onto the floor yet again, but a loud crash sounded through the whole street and something knocked him down.
His vision was getting darker, and all voices sounded distant, but this one he still could hear clearly.
“Stay with me, Jason. Don’t close your eyes”told him the voice, this time it was soft and sultry. He felt his entire body ache, and his eyes couldn’t stay open even if she begged him. “Hey, Jay.” she called him again, tapping his cheeks with care to try to keep him awake. “Stay with me, please. Stay awake.”  
But it was too late. Soon, everything was black.
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His head banged with pain. Really, it hurt like crazy. It was not the best sensation to wake up to. His vision still hadn’t settled too, still spinning as he last remembered them. He tried to inspect the room he was in, but he couldn’t identify where he was. He woke up god knows where, but the real question in his mind was in how he got there.
Remembering everything that happened before he blacked out, Jason tried to stand up from the bed he was laid on, noticing his missing shirt and the curatives glued to his chest. He sat at the tip of the cushion, placing his bare feet on the cold floor.
The small room he was in had only the bed he was on and a small table by its side, but it was randomly adorned with small plants, colored glass decorations and a pile of old books at one corner. This didn’t look like neither his or his brother’s home, and it was too small to be anywhere inside the manor. This also did not look like a cell, or a hostage room. It felt too cozy for that.
Gosh, he thought, placing his head on his hands and massaging his temples, I’m knackered.
Forcing his body to comply with his mind, he stood up on his feet, but it immediately felt weak and fell backwards onto the bed.
“Easy, Red” someone rushed beside him, holding his sides to check if he was okay. “You’re still dizzy from all the pain medication I gave. I must admit, I’m not the best doctor you could find.”
“Hmm?” he grunted, confused when he recognized the voice.
“Baby, you were knocked out and saved by Grundy last night. If he didn’t jump after you, you’d have been smashed by that car, like a smashed potato!Jason.” Y/n explained as her face was becoming clear in his eyes. “And I have to be honest here, after finally seeing your face after this long, I can tell you it’d have been a real waste if all of that had happened.”
When this fell to his ears, his hands shot up to his face, noticing his domino mask gone. 
“Where am I?” he asked, still groggy.
“At my place.” 
“You had the courage to take me to your home?” he questioned, incredulous. Putting her index finger on her lips, she requested. 
“Don’t tell anybody.”
“Wh-what…”
“Relax. Just let me check your bruises now that you’re up.” she cut him, grabbing a pastel yellow bag from the table next to the bed, pushing his arms away and settling herself on his lap.
Not believing what was happening, Jason could only stare at her wide eyed as she removed his hair away from his forehead, and cleaned the cuts on his face with a cotton ball. 
She was uncomfortably close. Dangerously close to him, and he didn’t know how to react. Her face was mere inches from his, and, as she continued to clean his bruises, he could feel her hot breath hitting his face. He had to blink once, or twice, or thrice, to try to recollect himself and to try and push her away from his lap, but she hooked her lean legs tightly around his waist, silently telling him she wasn’t going anywhere.
“Don’t touch me.” he complained, trying to keep his face away from her touch by awkwardly throwing it back.
“How am I supposed to bandage you up if I can’t touch you?” she rolled her eyes, but he could see a smile gracing her face. Her arms on her hips, she finally had a chance to get a proper look at what she was wearing. She had on a gray tank top and jean shorts that barely covered her legs and left her beautiful tights on display for him to see… and touch, as he placed his hand on top of them “involuntarily”.
“Then get off me” he replied through his gritted teeth.
Pissed off, she straightened her back and looked right into his eyes. Jason suddenly felt small as she proceeded to challenge him. 
“Make me.” 
And when she didn’t get a response from him, nor a shake of his head or a noise from his throat, she smirked back at him, going back to tending to his wounds.
Jason stood there, quietly and still, watching as she cared for his wounds with utmost concentration. When she was done cleaning his face and chest, after carefully removing the curatives that had been protecting his scratches there, she fished for some medicine to apply on him. She had put everything on the bed, all at an arm's distance so she wouldn’t need to leave his lap to grab anything until she was done.
He winced when she applied an antibiotic cream on his cuts and he felt the itching starting, but she scolded him to get himself together and let her finish with the rest. When he still showed agony on his face, she blew at the spots and softened his pain.
There, on top of him, she was constantly moving. He could feel her crotch sliding against his own, making his mind go places where it shouldn’t be going right now. His hands started sweating, and he tried to clean them on his pants, before placing them again on her legs. 
“A-hem” he fake coughted, trying to get her attention. She simply shushed him.
Moving on top of him once again, slightly rising herself from his lap and standing with her knees on the bed, her boobs were then leveled with his eyes. He tried to look away, out of respect, after all he was still raised to be a gentleman, but he lost battle to his worst side, it getting control of him as he threw some glances at her cleavage. 
Still on her knees, she lost a bit of balance, almost falling on her back if Jason’s strong hands weren’t at her back ready to steady her back into his lap. A soft thanks left her lips, something that shouldn’t have made his mind go mad, but lord help him, he was going insane.
He was entranced by her. By her beauty, by her kind touch. By her hot breath and the soft smell of coconut shampoo emanating from her hair. He watched her bite her bottom lip in concentration, sometimes switching habits and sucking her cheeks in as she focused on the task at hand. 
“Done.” she announced, smiling at him briefly before taking the medicine bag and organizing the bottles, sprays, tubes and bandages inside.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. He couldn’t look away. And he also couldn’t let her go too far, growing needy of her touch and presence. Growing addicted to finally having her this close. His hands pressed tighter around her waist and tights, impeding her from moving any further.
“You can let me go now, Jason.” And the way she pronounced his name. Oh, the way she pronounced his name. It sounded as if an angel sang him the prettiest of lullabies, or as if the devil seductively listed him all of the most delicious things the world had to give. Her plump lips moved and he got hypnotized.
“I want to kiss you.” he stated, without really thinking of what he was doing.
“You’re drunk on the meds.” she joked.
“No” he shook his head, sitting up straight and getting dangerously close to her face. His lips lingering over hers. They stared at each other's eyes like they were both hypnotized by each other. Nah, they were hypnotized. Their eyes were low but never leaving the other, their breaths mixing together.
Placing a hand on her neck, thumb caressing patterns on her skin, Jason tangled his fingers on her hair and pushed her down onto him. Their mouths collided with each other and moved in perfect synchrony, in the wettest of kisses. Her arms wrapped around his neck, but didn’t stay there for long, as she felt the need to have them all over his muscular chest.
His tongue soon begged for entrance, and she allowed him in without any reluctance. 
His hands also roamed her body, desperate to touch her every inch. He drew lines up and down her back, lifting her top all the way to where it reached her bra. He played with its hook as their mouths still danced in the most intense kiss, and unlocked it before she even noticed. He was desperate to take her shirt off, but he didn’t break the kiss. However, hard things had to be done to achieve greatness. 
Finally breaking the kiss, he took her shirt off over her head and tried to do the same with her unhooked bra, but her arms locked on her side stopped him from doing it. Before he had a chance to complain, she closed the gap between their lips again, restarting the fire they had briefly put off.
They didn’t let go of each other. There was no need for space, or air. They were consumed by the other taste, the smell, the touch. Starved, actually. Jason was starved. He didn’t know he craved her this bad until he had her in his arms, until her hands roamed all over his body and her hips gridded against his cock with fast movements. When she broke the kiss for air once more, he pouted his lips and she let out a laugh.
“Easy, boy.” she mocked, but soon threw herself on top of him again, laying him down on the bed, scratching his nude chest with her nails, the pain making his pants feel even tighter. As her hands got lower, they soon got to his waist line, where the tightness was making go crazy, agony climbing up his spine anxiously waiting for his release. She played around with the button of his jeans, teasing his patience, caressing his dick over all that fabric. It felt like torture, just as she liked. She like to torture him so bad, and he always knew it. Her hands were full, his side filling them completely, and they kept working their way up and down, often combining the movements with the tightening of her grasp around it and driving him so close to release without even having his member freed. 
He was so close, gosh, so close. But then she stopped, his eyes instantly opening as he looked after hers, begging her for an explanation. 
“You should rest.” she answered his grunts in complaint, getting off his lap and standing up between his opened legs. He quickly sat up from the bed too, grabbing at the base of her ass, desperately not wanting her to leave him. “I thought you wanted to kill me” she rested her forehead on his, joking at his change of behavior within just a few hours.
“I’m way past my killing days” he said, still out of breath.
She looked him in the eyes once more, staring deep into them. They didn’t hold longing anymore, there was no desire. Instead, her look was soft, warming. He felt safe under it, all his fire suddenly, but not completely, gone. Hooking her bra, she then reached for her shirt he had thrown right behind his back when they were still attached by their mouths. Having to lower herself a little bit to grab it, she provocatively placed her chest right down his nose. Still pumped with desire, Jason kissed the exposed part of her breast, feeling their warmth envelop his wet lips.
“When the effects of the meds are gone” she started, holding his head up by his chin, making him look to her eyes once more. “We can decide if we want to keep playing or not.”
Taking his hands away from her legs, she moved away from him without breaking eye contact. She grabbed a bottle out of the table, taking out of it a small pill. Putting it between her teeth, she walked to Jason, him immediately holding the base of her ass again, and lowered her head so their lips touched one more time. She allowed the pill to drop into his mouth, and as she broke the kiss, he swallowed it alongside all this frustration he could not seem to let off. 
Walking out, she left him alone. 
He dropped on the bed. Head going back to just moments ago, when she was on top of him and he felt… deep. He felt… he felt his consciousness leave his body. He felt his lids falling, too heavy for him to keep open. He felt it all change, from color to black, once again.
“So, you’re alive?” Dick questioned as Jason stood up for his sofa, protecting his eyes from the sunlight.
Jason was confused. So, was that all a dream?
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i can’t get this eren brainrot out of my head so i’m putting it here 🫶🏾 like just imagine rapper eren noticing y/n being upset about something, maybe it was a mess up at her shoot or a couple hate comments about her under an insta post and eren is just not having it. he’s gonna buy that girl enough roses to fill up the living room, probably make a couple secret fan accounts for her and spam her comments with some love and then fuck her nice and slow at the end of the day <333
godddddd I love this! tsym!!! Like when I tell you, y’all are gonna have to pry this pairing from my hands..😭
cw: !black fem reader, hate comments, hand holding, missionary, pussy eating, crying (not dacryphilia though), (heavy) praise kink, affirmation, tub/shower sex
there were so many things that came with being a public figure..having to maintain your image at all times, looking nothing less than extraordinary. Making sure to say the right things to avoid falling under public scrutiny and always presenting the best version of yourself. Even so, with all that criteria being met…sometimes it still wasn’t enough! (Y/N) (L/N) understood that shit all too well. As someone who made their living off of social media, it was all but inevitable to be immersed in the virtual world but some days, you just wanted to deactivate everyone of those accounts and disappear..today was one of those damn days!
Starting off like any other, you decided to take a quick scroll through your feed, queue a couple posts and check your mentions. It was then that you’d be bombarded by hate comments…nasty trolls calling you all types of hurtful names. Saying everything from your body being fake, to you being a slut because of your provocative pictures to even saying your husband should leave you. Which really set you over the edge. Normally, you’d be able to block that ignorance out, both literally and figuratively but they were laying it on thick and your patience wore thin in return. So much so, you had a very short temper today. It wasn’t intentional but you really didn’t want to deal with anyone today..including your loving husband, Eren. Who had merely asked what was wrong, even cracking a couple jokes before you inevitably snapped at him, which he knew was completely out of character. “I’m fine, Eren..please, just go away and let me sleep..” Anyone else would’ve been met with equal energy and an attitude but he had never seen you so down and depressed. Which he just couldn’t bare the sight of. Naturally, he wanted to know what or who rather had caused his baby to be upset but it wasn’t until he decided to log in to Instagram and as clear as day, there they were..the hateful things being said about his beloved wife. He wasn’t much for going back and forth on the internet because he wanted to beat the hell out of them but that wasn’t plausible so he’d go for the next best option….and that was spoiling you rotten!..
six hours later and the entire living room was filled from doorway to foyer in dozens of red roses. Petals scattered across the floor and a teal gift bag with ‘Tiffany and Co.’ inscribed on the front. The first thing to greet you once you came back home. While driving around in hopes to clear your head, your husband was hard at work..not in the studio but ensuring that even though you had a bad day, the night didn’t follow suit. Being met with a text that read simply: ‘meet me upstairs’..it was then that you found him in the granite garden tub, setting in the center of the spacious master bathroom. Bubbles surrounding his nude body and an opened bottle of aged Merlot sitting on the side of it with two glasses..you couldn’t help but to smile for the first time in twenty four hours. “You’re not gonna keep me waiting, are you?” that sweet charm turned on tenfold tonight. You couldn’t believe he had gone all out and done this for you! But not one expense was spared when it came to his princess..he’d pull out all the stops to see that pretty smile again. Stripping from your clothes, (y/n) eventually steeped into the foamy pile of bubbles and immediately falling into his grasp. “You did all this for me, baby?” to which he’d merely chuckle, knowing damn well he’d hand you the world on a platter it were possible. “You know I couldn’t stand to see my angel upset. I had to fix that real quick..” Arms flung around the back of his neck and your tongue slipping into his mouth shortly thereafter. The two of you engaging in a heated makeout session, becoming immersed in one another; saying to hell with the comments and anyone else who thought that you shouldn’t be together. You were the only woman he wanted..would ever need and he’d spend every waking second until the early morning proving it! Tomorrow morning, you’d probably wake up to a plethora of positive messages, doting on you via a couple burner accounts he had his assistant make, where they spammed you with heartfelt praise. But for now, he had a display of love that were only possible for him..
like when he brought you to the bedroom, lying you across the mattress as he marked your smooth mocha complexion up with sensual kisses..warm breath making contact with your cold, dampened skin. They were divine but you hadn’t felt anything yet!..it was only when those gentle pecks trailed south to your mound, that he’d peel your thighs apart and place his palms into the flesh to keep you still. The last thing he needed was you trying to run when he began slurping on that cute clit. The swollen pearl glaring back at him with a thin line of slick between your plump lips. Dragging the tip of his tongue through it just to watch you shudder..knowing that he would have your legs full on shaking in a minute. Doing as he done best and eating your pussy until you trembled underneath him; bringing that to fruition in less that ten minutes. Locking your fingers together so that you held hands whilst he licked all between those pretty thighs and slit. “You taste so good, baby…so sweet.” Devouring you in every essence of the word..spitting, lapping, sucking and flicking to make you come in his mouth. Even when you grabbed his head and pushed him away, there was no stopping. He wanted to melt that stress away..fuck you so good that your mind was completely void of any negativity or hate. Which is exactly what happened when he leaned up and proceeded to tap his tip against that sensitive sex.. “..stay just like that..I got you.” Reassuring with a smile on his face before swiping a thumb across yours. He’d keep that hand cupped around your cheek and your heads pressed close as he slid in..you were so tight; a sign of how tensed up you had been but he had all the time in the world. He’d go as slow and gentle as you needed him to. This was all about (y/n)..starting out with soft, fluid strokes.. “..you’re so beautiful, (y/n)..I love you so much.” “..doing so good, taking this dick for me. Does it feel good, baby?”
both statement and question making you unclench those tight bundle of nerves and open up for him. Shaking your head and crying in response..not because it was painful but because you realized how mean you had been to him this morning. Getting angry over people who didn’t matter but he understood and your feelings were valid. He loved you all the same and would never get mad. To take your pain away, not cause it was his only goal. Watching you sniffle with tears coming down your cheek; mixing with those sweet moans and apologies, Eren pulled you into a melting kiss, sloppy and slow just as you liked them. His chain and strands of hair dangling in your face as he burrowed over you body and whispered: “Shhh…it’s alright. It’s okay..you just let it all go.” instructing with his dick throbbing inside of you. Telling you how beautiful you looked with him inside of you..how pretty you were when you came and all the other sweet nothings you nerfed to hear. He wouldn’t stop until you climaxed as many times as you pleased; releasing all that stress and tension until you fell apart in his arms and each time, he’d always be there to catch you..
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wantonrowls · 1 year
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Stray Kids drabbles: How they would love a small titty s/o
Han Jisung
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This boyfriend of yours hides his perviness the best way possible. And yes, sure, he's clingy like a koala, who loves to force his love whenever possible but he sure is a great pretender that it took you a while to notice his weirdly obsession of you in a laced bra.
They were preparing for a comeback. And with their hectic and tight schedule, you barely seen or heard about your boyfriend. The texts, chat and video calls are not doing it's trick and it seems like it wasn't enough. It never was. So when you and your friend decided to shop for laced underwear, your friend commented something that sparked curiosity in you.
You propped yourself to the pink furry blanket of the floor, wearing the laced bra that was supposed to hug your body and compliment your small chest. Infront of the mirror of your bedroom, you strike a sultry pose and clicked the camera
*Y/N sends a photo*
Quokka: typing...
Y/N: Hi baby, I miss you. I just thought you might like something to cheer you up since it's comeback season.
Quokka: what the-
Quokka: Oh my gosh, baby,
Quokka: Should I just get scolded by Minho and skip the dance lessons? Fuck-
Y/N: Do you like it baby? does it cheer you up?
Quokka: Ugh, yes baby, straight and erect 🫠💖
You giggled at his response. Minutes later your door opens to your boyfriend, finding you on the bed still wearing the laced underwear and a see-through night robe. He can't help but bite his lower lip with excitement when you perked up on the edge of the bed and your hands at on your sides, allowing him to have a VIP view of your chest. He saw the couple necklace that he bought at Tiffany's with his name engraved in gold cursive 'Han's' and you know that he loves having some sort of ownership over you.
"Hi baby" He greets almost breathy, still standing on his feet, shoving your hair to the back softly "Have you been waiting for me, baby?" He asks. His voice in low octaves and you swore the laced bra did the trick which he would get definitely scolded-by by the older hyungs, Bang Chan and Minho tomorrow morning. You nodded in response, gliding your hands painfully slow on his clothed bulge, he hiss in pain.
But he doesn't really gives a shit about it as long as he gets to adore your pretty tits in full view.
Meanho: Where the flying hell are you?!
AussieBoi1: This MF must be tangled in between Y/N's legs, you're so dead at practice tom.
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Lee Felix
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If you would ask the members, they would 100% say that Felix wouldn't be able to control his facial expression if you would wear something thight around your chest around him. Wearing a crop top wasn't a thing for you because you always loved wearing comfy and dating Felix gave you an access to hundreds of his comfortable T-shirts also because before you met him, You were always sporting a T-shirt which he didn't mind the fashion sense so you wearing something girly for him would have a chance of zero to none, And so you took the test. They were on dancing lessons under Minho when you came over, holding some snacks and drinks for them to enjoy. It was unnoticeable at first since you're wearing a windbreaker, you settled down the pizza and chicken wings on the floor as they circled around the food. You settled your bag at one of the hidden cabinets along with your windbreaker, revealing your knitted croptop. You went back and sat beside Seungmin and Hyunjin, purposely infront of Felix. Leaning down to take a chicken leg for yourself and giving the members a view of your chest and Felix, a heart attack. His mouth was agape, eyeing the members, almost cursing with his eyes as they looked away, jerking their heads at some place
As much as he hated the fact that the members can see half the bare of your chest, he can't help but adore the confidence that it got you for wearing something girly as it was a rare occassion, for everyone. It made him jealous, painfully jealous to the point that his forehead is hurting from the frown that he's unable to hide while the members laughed at his back. When the members left, he waits for you outside, pulling you to an empty dressing room, heaving a sigh, holding you in place with a hand to your shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing?" he asks, voice hung low, as if his voice could go any lower, staring at you and making you small beneath him
"What do you mean, baby?" You replied, staring back as if you didn't just wore a crop top around his members on purpose "Do you like my blouse baby?" You asked, purposely leaning on him with a pout, allowing him to have a perfect view of your small and cute chest, his breathing hitched with anticipation
"Very..." He replied, gulping a lump on his throat "Like what you see baby?" You asks "Baby, you must only wear something like this only for my eyes" He replies, pulling you by your waist, waiting for a reply, you nodded eagerly, earning a smirk from the blonde fairy
"Good..."
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Kim Seungmin
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Seungmin is the MF who loves to grope your nipples whenever you watch a movie or something. It came out of nowhere. He must think that your nipples was some sort of fidget toy and he tells you that it either calms him down whenever he's stressed or relaxes him more when he's chilling. You took a mental note of what he said and buried it at the back of your head then soon emerges when you had a small fight with him. It was a silly one, he was on the computer with the other members and he isn't gonna budge anytime soon to your complaint
"Boy, if you don't sleep i'll just go back home to my place" You scold at him and Seungmin didn't even flinch. He was focused on the game on the screen. You tried to persuade him as it was already past 11 and he barely get to sleep if you don't force him to.
"Come on, aim at the tower, hyung!" he shouts at the headphones, you strut your way towards him, stripping off your skirt, You shoved his keyboard to the side carefully, giving him a picture perfect view of your naked frame, man was stunned to speak as the other members shout at him at his character dying
"Fuck! where the hell are you Seungmin?" Changbin aggressively shouts to the headphones
"Still there dude?" Hyunjin asks
You pulled his hand, guiding to your chest as he involuntarily grope
"Hi baby, I told you to sleep right?" You ask, still sitting on his computer table
"Don't you love to relax, baby?" You asked again, earning a groan from him "Baby can I suck on your nipples? They feel so hard right now" He patiently waits for your permission, nodding and sinking down to his thighs, giving him easy access to your breasts
You moaned into the pleasure, jerking to his thin shorts
"Do you love it baby, when you get to relax on my nipples?" You asks as he bites on the bud earning a moan from you
"Fuck that's hot" Bang Chan comments through the headphones, obviously hearing the whole session of the make out, You embarrassingly yanked the headphones off the plug.
To this day Seungmin still gets the best of the comments from his hyungs because of that particular situation but he doesn't really care.
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Yang Jeongin
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Jeongin adores you in any outfit. He always got this lovingly stare that he does whenever you make an effort to your clothing. a dress, a skirt, whatever that compliments your small frame, he surely is the number one fan of it.
He is, unexpectedly inlove, when he found you at the dorms with just his T-shirt. The white cotton, hung to your frame almost enveloping you with it's large size. It didn't help when the sun shone at you, tracing the curve of your chest, he licked his lips in excitement.
"Hi baby, what are you doing?" He greets, hugging you from the back. "Just the dishes baby, how was the lessons?" You asked and didn't got a response. He pulls you to his room and sat you down at the edge of his bed
"Baby?" You asked as he leans forward to you, kneeling
"Baby you look so hot right now with just a T-shirt" trapping your thighs with his arms, eyes never leaving your chest "I just wanna stare at them forever, baby" You chuckled at his confession. Sneaking a hand under your shirt, groping at your bud, you moaned at the pleasure
"Ugh, it's so soft too, baby. These are only mine right?" He asks
"Yours forever baby" You replied, he groaned in pain
Needless to say, the dishes were never done and came accross Minho when he came back from the studio.
"What the heck, I'm not your mother guys, what's with the messy sink"
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favefandomimagines · 1 year
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It Had To be You 2 (s.h)
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Summary: Dustin and the rest of the gang trick you and Steve into reliving your first date
AN: here is part 2!! I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!
Part 1
Wedding Countdown: 6 Days
You stared at the number on your mother’s calendar and wished time would just stand still. Was it 6 days already? You felt like you just got engaged and now you’re getting married in 6 days.
But why were you wishing time would stop? You loved Nick, you wanted to marry him so why did you want everything to stop? You thought coming back to Hawkins would make things easier, prove you made the right choice but now you weren’t so sure.
The sound of the phone made you jump from your spot in the kitchen and forced you to shake away whatever thoughts you were having.
“Hello?” You answered. “Y/n! It’s Dustin! The movie theater is having a special showing of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ and we know it’s your favorite movie so we thought we’d ask if you wanted to come with us.” Dustin rambled.
“Who’s we?” You questioned. “The usual gang. Don’t worry, Steve won’t be there. He’s working.” The boy answered.
You hadn’t seen “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” in a while, plus it would be nice to catch up with everyone. And Steve won’t be there.
“Sure, I’ll be there.” You said. “Great! We’ll meet you there!” Dustin practically yelled before hanging up the phone. “Well, what did she say?” Max asked. “She’s in. Now all we gotta do is get Steve there and the plan will start working.” Dustin answered.
“I have gathered you all here this evening to talking about Y/N and Steve.” Dustin announced to his group of friends. “What about Y/N and Steve?” Mike asked. “They belong together, but they’re both too dumb to realize it.” Dustin answered. “In case you forgot, Y/N’s getting married.” Robin said.
“I know she’s getting married but Nick sucks. She belongs with Steve and you all are thinking the same thing. They were so much happier when they were together.” Dustin rebutted. “Until Steve stupidly told Nancy all about his and Y/N’s dream.” Max interjected.
“He’s completely 10000% over Nancy. He told me himself that he felt what love is supposed to feel like with Y/N. No offense, Nance.” Dustin said.
“None taken. I agree. Nick does suck, he’s boring and all he could talk about was golf. Y/N hates golf.” Nancy replied. “And, she barely calls home since they got together. It’s like he won’t let her have any connection to her life here.” Max added.
“So what do we do? We have nine days to get Y/N and Steve back together.” Will asked. “We remind them what being together felt like. All the good times they had together. Maybe if they’re actually able to be around each other and talk, they’ll see how stupid it was to break up in the first place.” Dustin explained.
“I’m in.” Robin said. “Me too.” Max added. And one by one, all members of the friend group agreed to Dustin’s plan. To try and get you and Steve back together before you were meant to walk down the aisle.
You stood in front of the movie theater, looking around for your friends. You checked your watch and the movie was meant to start in 10 minutes and you weren’t about to be late.
“Y/N?” You heard behind you. “Steve. What are you doing here?” You asked. “Dustin said they were showing ‘Risky Business’ and asked if I wanted to see it. What are you doing here?” Steve questioned. “Dustin told me they were showing ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ and asked if I also wanted to see it.” You answered.
“He set us up.” You spoke, once you connected the dots. “What do you mean?” Steve asked. “He’s trying to recreate our first date. You asked me to a showing of ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ because you knew it was my favorite movie and wanted to impress me. ‘Risky Business’ isn’t even playing today.” You explained.
“I’m gonna kill him.” Steve muttered.
The two of you stood there awkwardly, both deciding what to do. Do you stay and watch the movie or do you leave? “D-Do you maybe want to watch it with me? It would be pretty pathetic for me to see it by myself.” You suggested.
Steve thought he was hearing things for a second. There was no way you asked him to see a movie. Not after how your last conversation went.
“Really? Are you sure?” Steve asked. “We’re both here. Might as well.” You answered. Steve rapidly nodded his head before following into the movie theater.
The movie ended and you were frantically trying to wipe the tears from your face as you both exited the theater. “The ending still makes you cry?” Steve asked, a fond smile on his face. “It gets me every time.” You replied.
“You always did cry at a happy ending.” He commented. “You cried at The Goonies.” You rebutted. “Touché.” Steve replied.
“On our first date, what came after the movie?” He asked. “What, you don’t remember?” You asked. “No I remember. I just want to hear you explain it.” Steve answered.
You stifled at laugh as the two of you walked down the sidewalk. “Well, it was the night of the Snowball and you were Dustin’s ride so we went back to the school. We could hear the music from outside and you asked me to dance. So we stood in front of the headlights of your car and danced to Cyndi Lauper.” You explained.
“Everything felt so normal then. Like nothing could go wrong.” Steve said. “And then it did. I wish we could go back to that night.” You added.
Steve then stopped walking and you turned around to look at him with furrowed brows. “What?” You asked. “Come with me.” He said. “Where are we going?” You questioned. “You said you wanted to go back to that night, so let’s go.” He answered.
You looked at Steve’s hand held out for you to take. Every part of your brain was telling you not to take his hand. But since when have you ever listened to your head?
Taking Steve’s hand, he led you to his car and opened the door for you. You hadn’t seen Steve look that excited for something in a long time.
“Steve, we look so weird.” You laughed as Steve nearly dragged you out of the car. “Schools out for the Summer, no one’s going to care.” He said. “Two adults hanging around a school at night is weird.” You rebutted.
“Shh this is supposed to be nostalgic.” Steve replied. You watched him as he grabbed a tape and pushed it into the radio.
Your stomach started doing flips when you heard the familiar tune of “Crazy For You” by Madonna. The Winter before Vecna, you made Steve listen to the song on repeat for months.
It was your favorite song because it reminded you of Steve.
“You remember this song?” Steve asked, grabbing your hand and beginning to dance with you. “Of course I remember. I love Madonna.” You answered.
“This is the first time I’ve heard this song since you left.” Steve said. “I haven’t either.” You whispered. “I want to say I’m sorry. I’m so sorry for ever making you think that I wasn’t all in with you. It was shitty of me. I had this amazing, funny, beautiful woman and I made her feel second best. Probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.” He confessed.
“It definitely was the stupidest thing you ever did.” You agreed. Steve laughed, which caused you to laugh and it felt normal. It felt natural and it felt great.
You hadn’t felt that at ease in years.
“I really am sorry. I know it may not mean much now-“ Steve started. “No, it means everything.” You interrupted.
You both were so completely caught up in the moment, you had lost track of time. Nick was most likely home from his suit fitting.
“I should probably get home.” You said quietly. “You’re not walking home in the dark.” Steve replied. “I’ll drive you home.” He added.
“You don’t have to.” You told him. “I want to. And I won’t take no for an answer.” He said.
You eventually gave in and Steve drove the familiar route back to your house.
He pulled into the driveway and the two of you sat there in silence for a moment.
“Tonight was nice.” You finally said. “I’ll have to thank Dustin for this.” Steve said. “Don’t be a stranger, okay?” You said to him opening the door.
“You say that like we’re never going to see each other.” Steve commented. “I hope that’s not the case.” You say as you get out of the car.
You have him a wave and a warm smile as you walked to the door. Steve watched you until you got inside the house. He was about to pull out of the driveway until a car pulled up behind his.
He ducked down and saw that it was Nick exiting the passenger side.
“Yes, I’ll have your money. The second this marriage is legally binding, her money is mine. Her family is loaded. You’ll get your money. I’ll just have to dodge her brat of a sister.” He said to the driver before slamming the door.
Steve’s blood was boiling. The person you were going to marry was only after your money. Nick was just using you, he didn’t love you. Not in the way Steve loved you.
But Steve couldn’t be the one to tell you. You’d think he was saying these things because he was jealous. He needed you to find out before you walked down the aisle.
The second Steve got home, he picked up the phone and dialed the only person who could help.
“Dustin. I’m going to need your help.”
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NDA
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AN: It’s about to be a hot mess at the end. Fair warning for you to get readyyyyy 😘
Synopsis: You have been seeing Jack for an entire year and early on when you met, you were told to sign an NDA. What happens when you find out the person that you thought you knew had an entire separate life from the one he created with you?
Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader
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"Will I see you this weekend?" You asked your boyfriend of one year and four months over Facetime.
You had been missing him since you last saw him two weeks ago.
You knew he was busy.
I mean your boyfriend was Jack Harlow after all.
And nobody knew except the both of you.
And that was okay.
You liked being able to go out in public and not have anyone following you around with a camera just because of who your boyfriend is.
"I'm going to do my best, baby. But, no promises. It's just so much going on."
"I know, but you deserve a break once in awhile too."
"I know, I work too hard but how am I supposed to buy the expensive ass shit you want if I don't mamas?"
"I know. Oh and I decided which bracelet I wanted."
"Just send me the picture baby girl. If you send it to me tonight I'll make sure you have it by the weekend."
"How about you hand deliver it to me with kisses in tow?"
"That does sound tempting..."
"Well you didn't flat out tell me no so I'll hold out hope."
"Soon we'll be able to be together how we want to be. Everybody is going to know. Just a little while longer."
"And I can't wait for that."
"I'm putting that ring on your finger too."
"Princess cut?"
"Anything my baby asks for she gets."
"I love you but you need to go to sleep because you can barely keep your eyes open."
"I love you too mamas and I am. I'll call you tomorrow, promise."
"Okay can't wait until then."
You both blew kisses at each other before hanging up and you were nothing but smiles.
He was the first man in your life to literally sweep you off your feet.
You didn't work, pay bills or anything.
Jack did everything for you.
And I mean everything.
He bought you a new condo, upgraded your car to a range rover, and paid all your bills.
Bottom line was he spoiled the hell out of you and didn't want for you to lift a finger.
So you spent your time shopping, having spa days with your best friends and going on expensive trips.
And you loved every second of it.
Jack had promised that within the next year you two would be married and start a family like you both wanted.
You had to start on those eight daughters sometime.
However, explaining how you lived the expensive life that you did was difficult to your family and friends simply because of the signing of the NDA.
They saw your Instagram filled with you going to Cabo, Dubai, Japan, Indonesia, and the Maldives and there was never anyone else pictured with you.
All that you would say to them is that you got by how you needed to and that's all they needed to know.
They damn sure didn't say anything when you were able to throw a yacht party for your mom's 50th birthday because the yacht was in your name.
Courtesy of your future husband of course.
Here you were 25 years old, about to married to the man of your dreams.
And nothing was going to get in the way of your happiness.
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It was Saturday morning and you woke up with two arms wrapped around you and all you could do was smile.
He was here.
You turned so you could face him and was immediately met with those baby blues that you loved so much.
You placed a kiss on his nose before moving yourself closer if that was possible.
"When did you sneak in here?"
"About two hours ago. I love watching you sleep."
"Creep."
"Naw mamas. You just look so peaceful. Even if your bonnet is falling halfway off."
"Imma let that slide one time and one time only."
All Jack did was smile and place a kiss on your forehead.
"You like your bracelet?"
"Wait, what?"
"Look at your wrist, baby."
And sure enough there it was.
A bracelet from Tiffany and Co. with a simple heart charm graced your wrist.
"Thank you, it's perfect. It actually looks better than the picture."
"Because it's on you."
You rolled your eyes so hard you thought that they were going to get stuck before laughing.
"You are such a cornball Harlow."
"Only for you though."
"Better be only for me."
"So, I wanted to ask you something."
"Yes, I'll marry you."
All Jack did was laugh before tickling your side.
"Not yet mamas. I want to do it right. I haven't even gotten your ring made yet."
"Then what is it?"
"I'm headlining Forecastle and I want you to be there."
Oh.
This was huge.
You both in public where someone could see you and take pictures?
"I know what you're thinking but I'm going to fly you out, put you up in the best hotel and fuck you senseless that entire week."
Well shit, you weren't about to argue with that.
"You know I never turn that down but... won't someone see us?"
"You don't have to worry your pretty little self about that. I got everything handled baby girl. You just have to bring yourself."
"And that won't be a problem."
"I wanted to ask you something else."
"Well aren't you full of surprises this morning?"
"I just.... I promised you all those things for a reason. I'm going to make it all happen. But, are you willing to move?"
"Like another county over?"
"No baby. Across the country. Kentucky specifically."
You had literally never lived anywhere else but your home state for your entire life so that would be a huge adjustment.
A huge adjustment that you were willing to make.
You were down bad for this man.
"Well yeah, I know you've been wanting to move back for awhile so.."
"I need a definite yes or no mamas."
"Yes."
"Good because I already bought our house."
"Jackman Thomas...."
"I know you'll love it and if you don't we'll make adjustments until you do."
"You bought us a house?!"
"I have never been as serious about someone in my entire life and I want this with you. No reason in me waiting around for someone else to come and snatch you up."
You didn't know what to say you were floored.
"Please say something baby girl. You got me nervous over here."
"I definitely wasn't expecting that but I'm okay with it. Wouldn't want to be doing this with anyone else."
"I literally cannot wait to marry you."
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It was the night of Jack's performance at Forecastle and you were so excited that you could hardly keep still. As promised he had spent the entire week with you in that hotel room and he didn't disappoint.
You had just found out you were pregnant earlier in the day and couldn't wait to tell Jack after his performance.
Looks like you were starting early in the kid department.
He told you that he would have you in a little VIP section off to the side because knowing you, you would have headed straight toward the pit and Jack would probably have a heart attack if he saw you with all of those people surrounding you.
You simply showed your special lanyard to security and they led you to where you would be sitting.
And it had a perfect view of the stage.
Jack was due on at any minute and everyone around you was hype.
You put in a specific request for him to do Heavy Hitter since that was one of your favorite songs.
Shit, if it was up to you the entire Confetti album would be the setlist since it was your favorite.
You then spotted Urban making his way towards you and you weren't even sure if he knew who you were but apparently he did.
Or knew enough to let him know how important you were to his best friend.
"Hey Y/N, Jack asked me to come and check on you."
"Oh hey. I'm fine. Got a perfect view of the stage."
"If at any time you need something just ask security and they'll come and get me. He's excited that you're here."
"Okay, I will and I'm excited too."
You left it at that because you didn't know how much Urban actually knew. Just because he was Jack's best friend didn't mean anything.
It almost looked as if Urban wanted to say something else but decided against it and left it at that.
"When it's over he says to go back to the hotel and that he'll meet you there."
"Can't wait."
You were in awe as you watched him perform simply because this was the first time you actually got to see it in person.
And he didn't disappoint.
"So I have a special request from a beautiful fan. When she saw me earlier today, she asked me if I could do one of her favorite songs. It wasn’t originally on the setlist but she was gorgeous so I couldn't tell her no."
The crowd was so hype trying to figure out what the song would be while you were just sitting there smiling the entire time.
"Alright pretty girl, this one is for you."
The beat dropped to Heavy Hitter and if the crowd was hype before, they were going insane now.
When Jack finally spotted you, he winked and all you could do was smile.
Since Jack told you to meet him back at the hotel room, you went and got yourself comfortable while also taking the time to display his surprise gift where he would learn that he was going to be a father for the first time that you went out and got earlier today.
Everything was a go when there was a knock at the door.
You were confused as to why Jack didn't just use his key, but you figured that he might have forgotten it.
You practically ran to the door and flung it open only to be met with a medium height dark haired woman who looked about your age dressed as if she just came from the festival herself.
"Umm, hi. Can I help you with something?"
"Are you Y/N?"
"Yes, how did you know my name? Who are you?"
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"My name is Ava Harlow and Jack is my husband and the father of my kids. I think we need to talk."
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girlgroupshots · 1 year
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Day 5 - SNSD Taeyeon
pairing: tiffany x taeyeon (taeny) content warning: somnophilia word count: 900 rating: M for mature summary: tiffany comes home for the holidays. taeyeon comes.  consider buying me a coffee if you enjoy!    
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“I wish you could be here this year.”
A small pout crossed Taeyeon’s features as she stared at her phone screen. The picture coming through the facetime call was a familiar one, intimately familiar in fact. Tiffany Young laughed playfully at the expression she was given, giving an apologetic look in return.
“Aw, baby! I wish I could be there too,” Tiffany replied. “Next year. Or you could join me…”
This was the difficult part of having a long distance relationship where both parties were active in different parts of their life. The two months Taeyeon had gotten to enjoy Tiffany’s company all to herself were heavenly and yet it seemed their time ended right before the holidays and Tiffany had to return to the States.
“Maybe if you give me some incentive I’d consider it.”
“Yah! Do you need incentive to stay with me?” Tiffany laughed in disbelief. “Unbelievable!”
“Eleven hours is a long flight!” Taeyeon protested jokingly.
“Who are you telling!”
Both girls fell into laughter at their antics, which, in the end, only made them wish that they were in each other’s physical presence even more. A brief silence fell over the call and Taeyeon’s expression became melancholic once more. Noticing her girlfriend’s face, Tiffany attempted to cheer her up.
“Maybe for New Years I’ll be able to fly over. If things aren’t too crazy.”
“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” Taeyeon muttered.
“Well, yeah, obviously,” Tiffany teased, her voice soft. “Isn’t that what I’m supposed to do?”
The rest of the call continued on a lighter note, the two women exchanging recent stories and laughing over memories from Christmas past. When it was time for Taeyeon to go to bed she did so reluctantly, with dreams of Santa bringing her the one person she wanted for Christmas…
It was well into the night when Tiffany turned the lock on Taeyeon's door. Quietly she peered in, hoping her girlfriend's dogs wouldn't give her away. It hadn't been easy pretending like she was in Los Angeles when really she was in Seoul during the facetime but as far as she knew, her deception had gone off without a hitch.
It seemed not a creature was stirring as she entered the home. Tiffany quietly placed down her bag and tiptoed through the halls towards the bedroom she was all too familiar with. Getting there in nothing more than a trench coat and red lingerie had been a freezing experience that she wasn't keen on repeating but it was worth it for this moment alone.
She peered into the bedroom, spotting a sleeping Taeyeon in the moonlight. Briefly taking a moment to appreciate the sight of her sleeping beauty before stripping down and making her way into the bed.
"Sleeping topless?" she muttered, her cold hands moving to Taeyeon's petite breast beneath the sheets. "Just what were you hoping Santa would do?"
Taeyeon shivered, her nipples turning hard, but didn't stir from her slumber, her body instinctively snuggling closer to Tiffany's. A slight smirk crossed her lover's expression as she began to fondle her breast more freely.
"Was this what you were hoping to get for Christmas?" she whispered in her ear.
Her girlfriend might not be the most well-endowed member of their group but that didn't mean Tiffany wouldn't take the opportunity to warm up when handed it. She massaged the other woman's breast, sucking on her neck as she did so. Slowly her fingers made their way down over her bare abdomen and past her navel. Her hands had warmed up fondling her breasts causing Taeyeon's body to relax and subconsciously arch into them with need.
"So wet for me already," Tiffany teased, her fingers dancing past her lover's sleep shorts and to her slick folds. "Just what are you dreaming about, huh?"
Her fingers dipped deeper into her sex and Taeyeon's thighs instinctively clutched around them. Still, she pushed deeper. One knuckle, then another. It was like clockwork that she could expect the singer's tightness to be waiting for her whenever she came home. Because that's what Taeyeon was to her. More than any one city or country she was home.
Taeyeon's thighs began to part, inviting a second digit to her sex. Quiet moans had started mixing in with her erratic breath as Tiffany began to properly pump her fingers in and out of her. She was keen to use her long fingers to pay attention to her most sensitive parts as well; teasing her clit along the way. What surprised her most was how Taeyeon remained asleep through it all. What Tiffany wouldn't have given to know what she was dreaming about in that moment.
She remained asleep up until her body shuttered and clenched around her lover's fingers; a silent orgasm washing over her. Unable to resist the temptation, she raised her slick fingers to her lips, licking them clean.
"Nngh...Fany?"
Taeyeon had finally begun to stir, looking at Tiffany with a drowsy but aroused look. "You know I was having the strangest dream."
"Oh yeah? What's that?" Tiffany laughed softly, stroking her hair.
"Remember that old toy you lost during our vacation ?"
"I wonder why that came to mind..." Tiffany said coyly. Though the look from Taeyeon told her the gig was up. Cupping her cheek she leaned down to press a kiss to her lips, "Merry Christmas, baby."
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reviewdiaries · 8 months
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Ace and the paradox of finding peace in 4x09
Ace is very isolated this week, and it allows for some quiet introspection - the possibility of getting into his own special kind of trouble. And isn’t that something Ace has always been spectacularly good at? Whilst I’d love to see more episodes like the last two with entire Drew Crew shenanigans and hijinks, I’m also really loving the separate threads that each of the characters are following. The writers have a beautiful ability to weave seemingly disparate threads of stories together into one cohesive whole that makes the season even more satisfying by the end.
So he’s thrown himself into work, because that’s what he does when the snarls of feeling become too much. And yes, the last we saw he and Nancy were very much more on the same page, starting to feel their way through to an understanding, a want, a please I want to be with you more than anything, I don’t care what anyone else says. But that doesn’t magically fix everything. Doesn’t iron out the creases in his mind where the fears have taken root. That he’s not enough, not worth it, that Nancy will die and he’ll be left with nothing but a fistful of memories and a crippling guilt that it was all his fault.
But it’s still there. In the distraction as he picks up the clipboard and nearly shatters Connor’s mug. In the distant half aware way that he greets the latest addition to the morgue. His mind is half on his job and half on Nancy and the way his heart is tied to hers, a tug beneath his ribs whenever he thinks of her.
And then he is offered a distraction. A beautiful shining puzzle all his own. And he can’t resist, he’s never been able to resist, that’s part of why he and Nancy work so well together, so attuned to the frequency of mysteries to untangle, problems to solve, locks to pick. He’s used to the supernatural - the idea of the morgue being haunted barely rating in his top ten creepy situations he’s found himself in. So of course the latest body has brought in its ghost, and of course they’re trying to communicate with him. And he’s part running through all of the things he remembers from Tiffany haunting George, from Odette, the tips and tricks to try and draw them out, help them move on. Part engrossed in the who and the why and the what of it all. Metaphorically putting his fingers in his ears over all of his own feelings and problems and focussing entirely on this.
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By the time he makes full contact, Ace has had time to think about this, to puzzle out the problem of his supernatural visitor. I don’t think you’re here to hurt me - famous last words Ace, but he’s also not wrong on his assumptions so far. The entity could have hurt him when they first announced themselves. He drops to the floor expecting an attack, for something to fall, to electrocute him, for danger of some kind. But nothing comes. He’s realised they, whoever they are, want his attention. Want his help. 
But it’s the phrasing of the next part that gets me.
Maybe I can help you move on. The slight pause, the stumble over the idea of moving on. And doesn’t everything come back to Nancy at the moment? What they have, how they’re wrapped up around each other, tangled beyond hope, uncertain how to move forward, impossible to move back. Pandora’s box where once they admitted how they felt, once they had those first delicious illicit moments - conversations, touches, kisses - they couldn’t ever go back to not knowing. 
Find peace.
He can’t find peace. As elusive as sleep when he thinks about kissing her. And things feel cleaner, lighter, since they spoke. But there’s still a disconnect, still the pain of a dislocated bone when he sees her, so it’s easier to avoid. Easier to stay here in his own space with his own mystery, and not think about the constant beating of what if that thunders in his chest when he thinks of her.
It’s tantalising, the possibility of helping something, someone else to find those things. Like maybe if he can find it for someone else he can see the roadmap for himself. Because it’s all one step forward, two to the side, three steps back. He’s lost and confused and throwing himself into his work at the morgue because it is his. It is separate, isolated, a haven away from the tangles of the rest of his life. And sure, Nancy has a way of finding her way in, even here, she always does, she wouldn’t be her if she didn’t, but on the whole it’s clean lines and antiseptic - impersonal and so far away from the riot of colour and knot of emotions he’s so used to.
So he doesn’t even question. Doesn’t wonder if this might be something bad, something that might hurt him. Just wants to help (doesn’t he always want to help - acts of service, acts of service, acts of service) wants to prove to himself, to the ghost, to Nancy, to the world that he is helpful, he is worthy, he can do this on his own. Wants to shut the feelings away and focus on something else if only for a little while. Plunge his hands into the cold water for the shock of something new, something different, something that takes him out of the loop of his own thoughts.
He’ll tell the others at some point, maybe, he’s not sure at this stage. Too lost in the here and now moment of the puzzle to think about caution, about the need for back up, for different perspectives. To wonder whether maybe he’s being incautious because he hurts, because he’s got a chip on his shoulder the size of the bay, because he’s terrified that Nancy is already moving on and what he meant to her was nothing compared to the size of his feelings for her. It was so much easier to stuff his feelings down and pretend they didn’t exist when he didn’t have the reality of his name whispered out on a gasp from her lips, the feel of her gathered close in his arms, the softness of her hair tangled around his fingers. Now it’s just a relentless barrage of knowing whenever he’s near her and can’t touch her. Worse since their body swap and he became intimately aware of her in ways he still can’t let himself truly think about. Can feel the heat of a blush staining his skin whenever the thoughts slip in. 
So he’ll keep pressing through and ignoring the warnings in his head, and not wonder about the curse in the jar that allows the cursed to talk to the dead. Not wonder about the way he fell when the wave swept over the boat. Not wonder at the way Connor doesn’t seem to notice the weirdness that’s been drifting over the morgue like a dark cloud since this body arrived. Just keep breathing and pressing through against the bruises where his heart ties to Nancy’s, and plunging his hands into cold water until he can hear the voice again. Because maybe if he can solve this, help someone else move on, he’ll work out how he can do it himself.
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peakhumanbehavior · 9 months
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Comfort
Tiffany Valentine x Reader
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Warnings: Kidnapping (Doesn't happen in story but has happened) Nsfw! (I suck at writing these so bare with me)
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You lay on your bed unable to move because of the restraints. Just as you're about to fall asleep you hear a sound, a very familiar one
*Click* *Click *Click *CLICK*
It stops right outside your door. You try to focus on what's going on outside but are interrupted when the door swings open. Reveling a very drunk-looking Tiffany, wearing nothing but an expensive set of underwear and her iconic red heels
This wasn't new to you, for some hot woman to come stumbling into your room looking for someone to sleep with. She did this almost every night, it was her way of thanking you for 'being such a good doll for her'
She promptly closed the door behind her and walked over to you, trailing her fingers over every inch of your body she could touch that wasn't covered by the pesky fabric underwear you were wearing
She huffed when she tried to touch you, only to be met with the same fabric she hates oh so much. Why did she even let you wear underwear? It wasn't like it ever stayed on for long
She made way with your underwear, throwing them off and away from you and viciously attacking your body with kisses and bites. Not caring about going slow tonight
Her hand came up and trailed your thighs, going closer and closer to the spot you wanted her to go near but she avoided it every time. She did love messing with you
She carefully climbed on top of you, straddling your stomach. You both shivered from the contact
She gasped as she started moving up and down, gradually getting faster and rougher. She was a woman who always knew what she wanted and she always got it. No matter how it affected others
Do you want to be touched? Oh well, she's not in the mood for it
"Mhm~ Fuck~" She moaned, going as fast as she possibly could
You felt her tense up on top of you, she was close. With a final thrust, she came, waves of cum gushed out of her and spilled onto you
She laid down on top of you, before kissing you.
"I needed that" She breathlessly spoke, after finally regaining her composure
She carefully traced your chest before pulling the cover over the two of you
"I love you" She whispered before she broke down crying, oh how you wish you could say it back but the little voice in the back of your head reminded you that this was just a small moment of humanity she had before she went back to the crazy murderess woman she was
Sometimes you wished you could experience this side of her more but it was only confined to the safety of this room. Maybe one day you'll be able to roam the hallways and act like a truly happy family but the only thing you could do now was comfort her when she needed you
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the-sam · 1 year
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I’m massive
It all started about 7 months ago. It was so sudden too! This 6’7 guy and I hooked up at a party in college, after a hot night of sex with petty much a giant I never saw him again. This asshole…. After a month or so I realized my period was late. It’s never late. I went directly to the nearest pharmacy. I was so nervous that I had to stop for some fast food. What kind? The greasiest, most filling, most oily burgers In town. Either way, I bought a pregnancy test and sure enough.. I was pregnant… me, Tiffany… the 4’9 girl with black hair, always dressed in nice cardigans and tank tops, with jeans and my books in my hands. I was pregnant with the baby of a 6’7 giant dude… who knows what kind of bay he was!! I was so sure I was gonna become huge! This guy was probably some sort of 15lbs mega baby! And now I’m growing his offspring inside me! it was surreal! What was the next thing I did? I ordered a pizza, an Xlarge extra cheese extra peperoni pizza to go for myself. I tend to eat a lot in stressful situations and I knew this was not gonna be easy.
I called my bestie, jessie. For all I knew she was the only person there for me now
“Hey jessie…”
“Hey tiff, what’s up?”
“Can we... meet up at my house? I gotta tell you something.”
“Sure sweetie, Ill be there at 6 after work”
What was I going to do! I drove home and simply sat on the couch while eating my pizza. I kept thinking about this super baby growing inside me… oh fuck what if it was twins!!!! Can I even carry 2 15-pound babies!?
The thoughts kept racing through my head and I just couldn’t stop thinking about it.. I’m 4’9! I’m gonna look huge before my third trimester! What the hell!
As I finished the pizza, the door rang. It was jessie. I got up from my seat, I was stuffed at the time I remember. Every thought in my mind was pointing at the fact that I’m gonna become huge
“j-jessie..”
“tiff what’s wrong? You’re scaring me”
“come on in..”
We both sat on the couch, and I had in my hand the pregnancy test and showed it to her
“omg sweetie! You’re pregnant?!”
“y-yeah…”
“who’s the father?”
“remember Sean? The guy I hooked up last month with?”
“the giant dude? The one that could probably pick you up with his hands?”
“yeah….”
“omg…. Well..holy… shit…”
I nodded, she’s right… I don’t even know if I’ll b able to birth them properly! They might have to open me. Although there is something I won’t be able to deny for long. I’m about to get absolutely massive.
I didn’t even know how I was gonna deal with it. And what if they were twins?! What would happen if I was growing this giant’s super babies?! Fuck!! I’m only a short girl!
My fear wasn’t without reason, the next few weeks I noticed my bump growing, and not at a slow rate. After only 3 weeks I was already showing a small bump. When I went for my first ultra sound after only 2 months, I was already having trouble fitting in my clothes. The baby inside me kept me constantly hungry too so eating was a must. I probably kept stuffing myself for those 2 months every day. I know more than half of the weight I put on was not baby weight.
“nnnngh!! Get. Pass. My. Giant. Butt you stupid jeans!!! Nnghphh…” getting my favorites jeans to fit was a constant struggle, my thighs had become huge. A single one was as thick as both my skinny thighs together.
“come onnnnnnn… why won’t this shirt cover me!!!” my belly was getting amazingly big every day. My shirts were barely able to cover me past my belly button and still my underbelly would be in the wide open. I was fast becoming a pregnant cow eating a sandwich while waddling down the street.
My second ultra sound was the big one. It’s where I found out something I was suspecting after a few months.
“good afternoon miss… Wolfson? That’s a peculiar name..”
“it’s a made up name doc… I changed it..”
“oh that explains it.. well how is momma-to-be today?”
“massive..”
“I can see that and I can see you’re only 3 months in? it’s certainly normal to be your size when you have multiples, specially if you’ve been eating”
“wait… multiples?” I didn’t know what he meant by that! How can I carry more than one 15lbs baby?!
“sure! You didn’t think you were only having one did you? Let me get the machine set up” he moved around the bed getting the ultrasound machine and using the probe to rub this gel on my tum. My belly button was already having a hard time being shallow, soon it would pop. But what worried me were my boobs who went from a b cup all the way to a double D after only 4 months. Still my belly was the one thing that was big enough to cover my feet eliminating any hope I would see them again.
As he used the probe moving it around an image started appearing.
“there I see one head…. 2…”
“2?! Doc are you sure?”
“oh yes and.. oh? Look number 3!”
“3?! Doc I can’t ne carrying three babies!”
“no you’re right because I’m seeing baby number 4 right there”
4!!! 4 babies! Four massive babies growing inside my 4’9 body!! How the hell! He must have had some super sperm or something! Because ain’t no way I was carrying 4 over developed babies!
“d-doc… are you sure?”
“yeah and I think that’s it. Well given your condition you’re gonna have to go into a strict diet and make sure your babies are well fed. At the end of the line you might have to adjust your house or apartment If you don’t have a nurse in order to move around. It can certainly be a challenge and you will most likely be bed bound by the end of it. So please do take necessary precautions to prevent anything from happening”
I could not believe it… I was carrying 4… and not from some skinny 5’7 guy, these were from a 6’7 massive dude that I could tell he was some sort of mutant super baby! And I’m carrying 4 of him!
I immediately went to the first fast food place I could find and ordered 5 of the biggest burger meals they had. Why? Because I need to eat!
My belly was already massive I front of me, but as I ate my belly button started to show up, my shirt riding over it and people just staring. I guess it’s not everyday you see a super pregnant girl eat in public like this.
the more the months passed, the more I grew not only my bump but I also started getting fatter. Way fatter than what I should be. My arms started developing fat around them, my thighs and ass grew and grew more but my belly stuck out so far in front of my it rubbed against the steering wheel of my car every time I drove. It was also getting hard getting through door frames. The skinny 4’9 girl soon became a 300lbs brood mother carrying 60lbs of pure babies.
At my 7 month, it was already getting hard enough to walk around at all. My bump towered over me each morning. All I could see was this mountain of flesh on top of me, my boobs almost smothered me in my sleep. I could not see them but I could tell I started leaking a lot. Not only that but getting around my belly to satisfy my needs was getting to be a challenge too. I had to fit a remote-control vibrator to my bed and lay on it if I needed some release.
I went to see jessie on one occasion, she was so In love with this new form of mine every time we saw each other she would rub lotion on me and talk to my babies about anything.
“oh this one time, your mommy was at the gym and she had a treadmill running competition, she ran 25km in less time that it takes you guys to kick~”
“jessie.. please don’t make them kick… they get rowdy when they start.. and it’s uncomfortable”
“I know.. but I love seeing a kick here and there~…”
At that moment one of them kicked at the surface near my belly button where jessie was and her head went for a joy ride
“aaah!~ haiiii baby! It’s me, aunt jessie!!”
“uuugh…. i.. I think I should be going..”
“okay, just take care of the babies please~”
As I got to the door I notice how close I was to the frame, my figure could barely pass through it. It’s… fuck it’s amazing.
I got into my car, sliding the seat as far back as I could and still my belly was touching the steering wheel. Driving like this was pretty uncomfortable but there was a certain kinky element to it. In the last ew months as I kept growing I’ve been getting more and more in love with my own figure. Every bite, every inconvenience like reaching the top counter or squirming in bed to try and get up was such a turn on that I was staring to get horny at the littlest things.
When I got home I looked into my bag and the horror happened
“w-where are my keys?! D-did I leave them at jessie? i… I don’t wanna drive all the way back, she would probably keep me there another hour…”
In a panic I looked around and saw that my window was open, so I jumped (“jumped”) the bush, waddled myself to my window and opened it. I threw in my purse first with my phone in it. Then as quicky as I got the idea I also did the brilliant thing of trying to get through the window. Yeah, massive quad girl with 350lbs of blubber which 75lbs were just baby was trying to get through a window. That would obviously work (sarcasm)
“nnngh.. c-come on!!! Hhhmpppfff!! Nnngh aaaah!! Get through dammit!!” I kept pulling myself through and I probably should not have done it because eventually… I got stuck…
“aaaumpf!!! G-get assed it come one!! Nnnghpppppppffff aaaha!! Nnngh!” my belly was in all display trying to get through. My ass was sticking through my jeans more than any other time and I could tell my neighbours were looking at me.
Suddenly my babies inside me started shifting, as if they knew mommy needed to squeeze through
“aammmmpppff.. mmmmphph t-that’s it babies.. aahaa.. f-fuck stop moving that much!” the moves and kicks did turn me on severely, so much that if someone passed by and saw my ass sticking out, decide to have their way with me? I would probably beg for it.
“nnnnnngh.. o-okay almost there.. mmmmmmpphh… aaha gggggrrrrrnnnnn”
And just like that the movement inside me was enough to get me passed the tight window. When I did get inside I was so damm horny I desperately tried to get my hands down there. The first thing I did was head straight to the fridge, get something to drink like a weight shake and laid on bed right on top of the vibrator. I hoped to fuck it had batteries because I was not getting up anymore… in fact.. I don’t think I would be able to in about a week..
A request I’ve been meaning to write but never found the time for it. Here it is and I hope you all enjoy it
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hellowhisperingstars · 7 months
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Chapter Eleven: The Ring
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Summary: Trapped in your fathers house you finally see how far he'd go to get his way and Steve gets to the bottom of your personality change.
Pairing: Rockstar/Bar Owner!Eddie Munson x Baker!Reader
Words: 8.2K
Warnings: 18+, Y/N used, cussing, alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, reader gets slapped once, forced relationship, blackmail, break up, heart break, controlling parents, step-parents, chauvinism, angst and hurt. Let me know if I missed anything!
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Saturday turned to Sunday and you refused to come out of your room the whole day. The food that Daniel and Alice tried to give you was left outside your door mostly untouched, minus a few bites here and there. But all you really did was laid in bed wishing that this was all just some fucked up dream. That you would wake up and he would be right there next to you with a goofy smile on those plush lips. Sunday rolled into Monday and in the early morning before the sun was even in the sky you woke up in your childhood bed feeling more alone then you have ever felt in your life. Your hand reached up to fiddle with the pick that had been a comfort to you while Eddie had been in New York only to find that your neck was bare of any sort of jewelry. 
‘That’s right.’ You thought. You had given it back to Eddie when you broke up with him. Tears welled up in your eyes and you couldn’t understand how you still had any water left in your body to produce them. God, you have been so stupid. You should have just told him. He could have done something and you would be with him right now! 
Pulling the blankets over your head you thought of him, remembering all the good times you had up until Saturday. You didn’t want to think of how broken he looked when you broke his heart so you tried to push that aside until all you could hear was the memory of his voice as he praised you, called you a good girl, told you he loved you, that everything was going to be okay. You had to hold onto that. Everything was going to be okay. He would be okay. Keeping him safe was the only thing that mattered now. 
You laid in bed a little longer before you decided to get up and greet the hell your father is making of your life. Plus you needed to call the bakery to have Tiffany and Ada take over for a while until you got back. Slipping from your sheets you headed around your bed and into the attached bathroom to do your morning routine, half assed as it may be. 
Once dressed in your comfiest clothes, you were depressed and didn't care, you wander from your room, your slippers thudding on the hardwood floor as you walk down the hall to the top of the stairs and then down into the entrance hall on your way to the kitchen hoping you might be able to stomach some coffee. You still felt sick after breaking up with Eddie, despair still laying over you like a mourning veil. You smiled a little at your old friends when you walked into the kitchen. Daniel and Alice were bustling around the kitchen starting to get things ready for breakfast when they noticed you. 
“Y/N!” Alice said as she set down the jar of jam she had in her hands and swiftly moved over to you to give you a hug. You gladly wrapped your arms around her, you have never needed a hug so badly in your life. “Are you alright?”
“I’m okay.” You said quietly, you knew out of everyone who worked for your father they would be the ones that would know the least about your current situation and you didn’t want to worry them. So you just smiled trying to play like nothing was wrong as Alice pulled back to look at you.
“You look tired.” She said cupping a hand to your cheek in a mothering way. “Let me get you some coffee hmm?”
“Yes, please.” You nodded as you let her go and moved over to Daniel who was cooking a pan full of eggs. He was a master multitasker as there was another pan and a griddle out already filled with sausage and pancakes. “Hi Dan.”
“Well hello young lady,” He greeted holding one arm out for you to give him a side hug. “Glad to see you out of your room. I was worried about you.”
“Probably just a little stomach bug. Feeling better today.” Placing your head on his shoulder you watched him cook for a few seconds before you let him go. “Did your daughter have a nice graduation?”
“She did. Thank you for the cake. It was beautiful!” He said as Alice came up with your cup of coffee. Just how you liked it. 
“You remembered…” You smiled slightly at her as you took it from her hands.
“Like I would forget how my favorite person likes her coffee.” She said with a roll of her eyes as she started back on filling a little bowl with jam.
“I thought I was your favorite person?” Daniel said fake offended while he looked over at her with wide eyes.
“You're my favorite husband.” She laughed smacking him on the back with a hand towel she grabbed off the island counter. 
“I should be your only husband.” He shot back, giving her a funny look that made you both laugh. 
Leaning on the counter you sipped your coffee and made a face when Alice waved you off when you tried to help her plate the butter for toast. Taking a seat at the island you chatted lightly with the couple until you heard your father moving around upstairs. It had to be him since Evelyn likes to sleep in until noon. Moments later you hear the front door open as Daniel slides a plate filled with a small portion of breakfast in front of you. Eggs, two pancakes, and some sausages. It looked amazing but your stomach turned at the thought of food. 
Daniel gave you a serious look. Like an upset parent. “I know you didn’t eat much for lunch or dinner yesterday. So eat this.”
Not liking his scolding look you pick up your fork to take a little bite of sausage. Chewing slowly as he nodded at you satisfied that he got you to eat at least something. You watched as he turned back around to finish his cooking at the stove.
Oscar walked in then phone in his hand as he just barely looked up. “Morning.” 
Alice and Daniel greeted him but you stayed quiet, your eyes focused on your plate, pushing the bit of eggs around the ceramic dish. Your stomach started to feel uneasy so you stood up quickly and grabbed your coffee as you moved towards the door. You couldn’t stand Oscar on a good day and you definitely couldn’t stand him now, you needed to get out of there. Stay in this room any longer and you were liable to throw something at him. “Please excuse me.” 
“Y/N?” Alice called back as you walked out of the room. She looked at Daniel who looked just as worried but could only shake his head with a shrug. 
“I'm sure she’ll be fine.” Oscar said as he made his own cup of coffee. “Mr. L/N should be down soon.” 
“I’ll start preparing the dining room.” Alice muttered as she grabbed a few filled plates and left the room.
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You locked yourself in your room again, setting the cup of coffee down on your vanity, your stomach rolling from the bit of sausage. You sighed, first things first you needed to call the bakery. Tiffany and Ada should be there already getting the treats for the morning rush prepared so one of them should answer the phone. Moving over to the nightstand by your bed you grabbed the cordless phone that sat there, when you were younger you were lucky enough to get one in your room. All your friends from school were jealous of your phone, they would come over and use it to call their boyfriends or girlfriends so their parents wouldn’t listen in or to prank people after school. The only problem with this phone was that anyone else in the house could just pick up the phone and listen in to any conversation if they wanted to.
You dialed the number for the bakery and waited as it rang, and rang, and rang. Moving over to your vanity you sat in the matching chair as someone finally answered the phone. 
“Sugar Cloud, how can we make your day sweet?” Tiffany’s voice called out. It made you giggle. 
“Oh my god,” You laughed a bit, “Is that what we sound like when we answer the phone? We sound like a sex line.”
“Y/N!” Tiffany sighed in relief. “Where are you? Are you okay? When no one answered upstairs this morning I almost broke the door down! I thought Oscar killed you or something I was about to call the police!”
“Shit, I’m sorry.” You said as you leaned forward putting your elbows on your knees. “The family issue got a little more serious than I expected so I have to stay at my dad’s place for a little while. I was just calling to see if you and Ada can take over the run of the bakery until I get back.”
“Yeah no problem.” Tiffany said in a light voice. “I’ll let Ada know, we’ll take care of everything.”
“Thank you.” You sighed. You discussed a few things after that. Inventory, how to pay everyone, and to call her at this number if anything went sideways. 
“And you call me if you need us.” Tiffany said in a serious manner. “Ada and I have no problem with coming up there to steal you away.”
“I will.” You smiled at your friend though she couldn’t see it. “Thank you.”
You both said your goodbyes and you stood up bringing the phone back to its cradle. Placing it down you looked at your nightstand, the drawer still slightly open from you shoving something in it the night you got here. Pulling it out farther you looked at the piece of notebook paper that sat on top. You could call him… Tell him everything. Your stomach rolled again as you grabbed the paper and opened it. Looking at the name and number that you had hastily scratched on it while sitting in your car was almost unreadable but you managed. Daniel Christianson. Eddie had said to call him if you needed help… Carefully you picked up the receiver in your shaking hand and punched all the correct numbers into the phone as you took a breath before holding it up to your ear. It rang only once. 
“Christianson.” His deep voice answered. Having seen his photo around town more than once you had a good idea of what this guy looked like but you were surprised with how deep his voice was. It wasn’t what you had imagined.
A moment of silence later he spoke again more curious than annoyed. “Hello?”
“S-shit.” You floundered for a moment, the words you so wanted to speak getting stuck in your throat before your nerves got the better of you. Anyone could pick up and listen in. Panic. You stuttered out quickly, “S-sorry, wrong number.”
And you hung up.
Closing your eyes you put the phone against your forehead. You were such a wimp. 
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The day went on much the same as Sunday did. You stayed in your room away from everyone not wanting to see your father or Oscar, Alice came in only once to give you a lunch that you barely touched. The full plate ended up back in the hallway. And by the time dinner rolled around you had picked up the phone to call Mr. Christianson at least four times. And each time you chickened out. Groaning you flopped back onto your bed, your hands over your face. Just pick up the phone and call the fucking guy! Tell him everything and you can go home! But.. What if Oscar or your dad picked up somewhere else in the house? Then your dad would know you were going behind his back and release everything about Eddie! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fucking, fuck!
A knock on your door made you jump and you took a moment to settle your racing heart. Sitting up you looked over at the door. “What?!”
Evelyn opened the door and leaned on the frame for a moment, her arms crossed over her chest. She was dressed nicely in her normal ‘i have money to burn’ way. “The Malloy’s are here for dinner. Your father wants you dressed appropriately and downstairs in twenty minutes.”
You stared at her for a moment before you nodded your head and turned away from her. You waited until you heard your door close and her heels click away before you even got off the bed. You would get ready but you would do it in your own damn time. In the end you took an extra fifteen minutes to get dressed, you didn’t even try hard but you looked nice… enough. A pretty dress, some wedges, and light makeup. You put in the bare minimum, but at least you didn’t look tired and dead anymore. 
Slowly you moved out of your room, closing the door behind you as you walked towards the stairs and then down them carefully. You could hear the chatter and laughter from the living room and you took a breath before you entered the room, their words stopping briefly as you moved in. “Sorry I’m late.”
Your father gave you a look of disapproval as Peter stood up from his seat moving around the coffee table to greet you. “It’s nice to see you again Y/N.”
“Yeah, you too.” You gave a weak, forced smile. You hated him. His presence only reminded you of what you couldn’t have. 
“How have you been?” He asked, sounding almost genuinely curious.
Blinking at him you shrugged a little. “I’ve been… better. How are you?”
“Better now that I get to see you.” He smiled in that charming way that made you feel gross.
“Dinner is ready.” Alice said as she opened the doors that attached the dining room to the living room. Looks like you were right on time. 
“Thank you Alice.” Your father said as he stood up and gestured for everyone to move into the other room. “Shall we?”
You watch as Peter and his parents start to move towards the dining room, before you decide to follow a few steps behind him, mostly so you don't have to walk next to him. But he stopped and waited for you so you gave him a polite smile. ‘Fuck’
Together you walked into the dining room and took the seat that Peter pulled out for you. You gave him a quiet thanks as he sat in the seat right next to you, unfortunately, your step mother and his mom took their seats across from you with the two dads at the heads of the table. Oscar had made himself scarce it seems. That was fine with you, you had no desire to see his smug face at the moment.
Dinner was already on the table and carefully everyone started to pass around plates and bowls filling their plates as they chatted about god knows what you honestly weren’t listening. Daniel and Alice did a wonderful job with dinner. It looked amazing, but in the end your plate was sparse compared to everyone else's. You didn't want anything too rich or heavy that would make you wanna throw up. 
“Watching your figure?” Peter asked as he looked at your plate before smiling up at you. 
“No,” You said tightly as you poked some mashed potatoes with your fork. “I haven’t been feeling well recently.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He said as he cut into the chicken on his plate. “But I’m glad you decided to stay with your father for a while. Hopefully being here will help you relax.”
‘Not likely.’  You thought as you took a bite of your own small piece of chicken. You chatted lightly with the others at the table when the moments were right, making it look like you actually cared about anything they were saying. Glancing up at your dad he gave you a tight, serious smile that made you want to roll your eyes so you just looked back over at Peter and attempted to make small talk with him as you ate your dinner. Thankfully once Peter started chatting it was hard to shut him up so all you really had to do was nod and smile and throw out a ‘mhm” at the appropriate time and he was putty in your hands. Putty you would wash down the drain if you could. 
Soon dinner was finished and dessert was served, you ate as much of that as you could cause you loved Daniels creme brulee. By the end of it you felt sick again but it was worth it. Once everyone started to stand you tried to excuse yourself so you could hide away back in your room as everyone else went to have coffee in the living room but your father stopped you.
“Where are you going?”
“My room.” You sighed.
“No you’re not.” He said as he smiled at Mrs. Malloy who walked by. “Go in that room and talk to them.”
“I talked to them at dinner.” You said looking away from him. “I don’t feel good and I want to lay down.”
“You will go in that room and continue to be a good host.”
“I’m not the host you are. They aren’t here for me.”
“On the contrary,” He hissed back as he grabbed your arm and moved you towards the room. “Play nice and gi-”
“Give him whatever he wants.” You repeated as you crossed your arms over your chest before you walked into the living room and took a seat in one of the open chairs. This was going to be the longest night of your life wasn’t it?
One hour turned into two and now you had started milling about the living room as your father chatted about business with Mr. Malloy. The wives were discussing some fashion designers that Evelyn loved. You on the other hand were staring out one of the large picture windows that looked into the backyard when you felt someone come up next to you. Looking over your shoulder you gave a tight smile to Peter as he looked out the window as well. 
“Your fathers garden is beautiful.” He started as he looked down at you. 
“The gardeners work hard to make sure it’s perfect. They do a great job.” You nodded as you looked back outside. 
“Will you take a walk with me?”
“Sure,” Nodding your head anything to get out of this damn room. The both of you moved towards the french doors that would take you into the backyard and like a gentleman he was raised to be Peter held one open for you as you slipped outside and took a few steps down from the small cement patio into the garden listening as he followed. The backyard was large. Filled with different kinds of flowers and trees, the grass is a healthy green and if you were to walk on it with no shoes the blades would be soft and inviting. A good place to have a picnic. You did that a lot as a kid with Nana and Steve. Picnics in the garden were one of your favorite things when you were little. 
“It’s even better up close.” Peter said as he left the patio and joined you in the flowers. His hands slipped into his suit pockets. You realized you had only ever seen him in a suit. Did he even own casual clothes?
“They are.” You nodded as you moved towards the rose bushes that lined the walkway. You played with the soft petals for a few seconds before you dropped your hand and continued to walk towards the large three tiered fountain that sat in the middle of the backyard. You used to love sitting here and reading when you were younger, the falling water was calming. You needed that calm right now.
You walked in a circle around the fountain until you reached the other side and stopped in shock as you looked at Peter. Who was down on one knee. A small velvet box holding a ring in his hand. “W-what are you doing?”
“Y/N,” Peter said with a smile on his face. “I know we haven’t known each other long. But I-”
“Don’t,” You said, shaking your head a little at him. This was insane. “Please get up.”
He ignored you though and pressed on. After all, girls were always shocked when they were proposed to weren’t they? “I love you. I’ve loved you for a while now. Since the first night I met you, here at your fathers home for that business party last summer.”
“Please stop. You don’t even really know me!” Tears welled in your eyes. You didn’t want this. Looking up at the house you could see both sets of parents watching you from the windows. In one the Malloys stood there looking excited, his mother practically bouncing in her spot, her hands clasped together on her chest like this was the most romantic thing she had ever seen, while his father just looked proud. Your gaze shot over to the other window and you noticed that Evelyn looked bored and your father gave you a very serious look. A silent threat. ‘Give him what he wants.’ Did that have to be you? “Peter, we only went on one date.”
“A wonderful date.” Peter chuckled as he held the ring up a little higher. The diamond on it was huge. It sparkled in the light of the setting sun. “And I want to date you for the rest of my life. Will you do me the honor of being my wife?”
“Peter…” Closing your eyes you looked up at the sky for a moment before you glanced back at your father who was nodding at you silently. If you didn’t do this… ‘Eddie…’ Taking a deep breath you bit your lip before you nodded slowly. A very quiet and weak "Yes…" left your lips.
Peter's smile brightened as he stood up and grabbed your left hand delicately so he could slip the ring on your finger. Throwing his arms around you he pulled you into a crushing hug and you closed your eyes letting your tears fall. They would think they were from happiness but you were spiraling. You were never going to see Eddie again… were you?
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When the two of you walked back into the house you were pounced on immediately by his mother who was practically exploding with happiness. You let her take your hand from Peters so she could coo over the ring that felt heavy on your hand. She was already talking about the wedding and how wonderful it was going to be. Stating how she had always wanted a daughter, when all you wanted was a moment to breathe. To grieve the loss of your freedom. 
For another hour you were stuck in the living room sitting between Evelyn and Mrs. Malloy as they chatted about the wedding, you couldn’t breathe. You sent a glare across the room at your father who laughed with Mr. Malloy, his hand on Peter's shoulder as they congratulated him on his fine catch most likely.  
It was only after the Malloy’s had left for the evening that you practically stomped into your fathers office not caring that you were interrupting him as he spoke with Oscar. You were past your initial shocked heartbreak and have dived head first into anger. Throwing the door open you entered and looked at the assistant while pointing towards the door. “Get out.”
Oscar glared at you before he turned back to your father to continue what he was saying. “As I was sayi-”
“I said get out!” You seethed.
“We'll continue this later.” Your father said as he glared at you as well. He waited until Oscar had closed the door behind him before he started in on you. “This couldn’t have waited? I’m sure it’s not going to be as important as what Oscar was going to tell me.”
“How dare you…” You hissed as you walked towards his desk. Pulling the ring off your finger you chucked it at him watching as it hit him in the chest before it landed on his desk with a little clatter. Hoping you had scuffed it in some way. “You said date Peter not marry him! I won't do it!”
“You will.” He said as he picked up the ring from where it landed and looked at it. Still perfect. “Did you forget all the dirt I have on your little rock star?”
“How could I forget when it’s been dangled in front of me every minute I’m in this goddamn house?”
“Watch your language when you talk to me.” He sneered at you as he walked around his desk stalking closer to you. His movements were quick until he was standing over you. Doing what he does best, making you feel small. “Are you even aware of what I am doing for you? Yes you are helping me and in turn I am setting you up for life! With the money that the Malloy’s have you never have to work again. Who knew I raised such a selfish, ungrateful child?”
“Me?” You asked in shock pointing to your chest. “I’m the selfish one? I gave up everything and you have the nerve to call me selfish? I left my home, my job, my friends, I hurt the one man who actually loved me because of you. I love Eddie! I'm only doing this to protect him from you! So don't you dare call me selfish! The only selfish person here is you! Don’t start acting like you give a shit about m-"
A gasp rushed past your lips, your cheek heating up and pulsing with the beat of your heart. One minute you were looking at your dad the next thing you knew you were staring at the bookshelves. Tears welled in your eyes as you brought your hand up to cup the throbbing area. He slapped you. He had actually slapped you. 
“Listen to me you little shit.” He hissed, thrusting the ring back into the hand not cupping your cheek. “This has been in motion for months. I don't care if you don't love him. Love has nothing to do with this. I tried to give you the chance to fall for him on your own, obviously that didn't work, but it doesn't matter anymore because it was always going to end this way. You have been promised to Peter from the very beginning and you will marry him at the end of the month. Everything is already arranged. Evelyn and Charlotte have taken care of most of the planning before tonight even happened. All you have to do is play your part as the blushing bride and once it's done I'll get the money from the Malloys for the company and you will be in Chicago with Peter. We never have to see each other again if that's what you want but you will do this or Munsons reputation goes down the drain. Am. I. Clear?”
“... Crystal...” You mutter as you glare up at him, tears still sitting on your lashes. You dropped your hand from your cheek letting him see the spot where he had hit you.   
“Good. Now get out.” Your father snapped as he turned away from you walking back to his desk so he could continue his work that you had in his mind so rudely interrupted.
Slowly you backed away a few steps before you felt okay enough to turn your back to him and walked towards the door. Your hand gripped the ring so tightly you prayed it would be crushed in your grip. As you got close to the door something caught your eye and you turned your head to the left slightly to see what it was. On the wooden table by the door sat a bottle of your fathers favorite whiskey. It mocked you, tempted you. Slowly you moved to it, your hand coming up to grab the neck of the bottle. It wasn’t until now that you finally, truly, understood why your moms drinking got so out of hand. 
Your father looked up from his papers as he heard the glass scrape across the wood, seeing that you had grabbed the whiskey he snorted as he looked down again with a shake of his head. A mocking tone to his voice as he muttered out, “Like mother, like daughter.” 
That hurt. Taking in a deep breath you opened the door and walked from the room putting more distance between the two of you. You sent a glare to Oscar as he walked back into the office, closing the door behind him as you headed towards the stairs and to your room, the only place in this damn house you felt safe. So much for your three drink rule…
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Steve was worried. It’s been a full seven days since you broke it off with Eddie and he hadn't heard from you in over a week. It was driving him crazy that he had no clue what had happened to you once you left the bar that day. He didn’t even know that you were even engaged. He had tried to call you off and on over the last few days but no one would answer your home phone. He figured you had been screening your calls so if he dropped in unexpectedly you would have to deal with him. Grabbing his keys off the coffee table in his studio, he locked his door, and jogged down the stairs to the main floor of the bar. He looked around for a moment hoping that his friend had finally gone to bed but when he looked on the couch there was Eddie, right where he left him last night, a beer bottle clutched in his hand. “Isn’t it too early to be drinking?”
“It’s not early if you never went to sleep,” The metalhead grumbled before he looked up from the couch he was lounging on. "Where are you going?" 
“To see Y/N.” Steve said, as he stopped fiddling with his keys to look at his friend. His hands moved to sit on his hips. “She's not answering her phone and I wanna get some answers. None of this is adding up.” 
“I'm coming with you.” Eddie said as he sat up quickly putting the bottle on the metal box they used as a table. His movements wobbly, making him fall back onto the couch.
“No. You're staying here.” 
“Why?” Eddie asked through clenched teeth.
“One you've been drinking all night and can’t even get off the couch without falling over. And two she's more likely to talk to me alone.” 
“I haven’t been drinking all night! Just… most of the night.” Eddie growled as he watched Steve fiddle with his keys again, before he sighed in resignation. His eyes held sadness as he looked up at him. “Will you at least tell me how she is?” 
“Yeah.” Steve nodded. “I can do that. See you in a bit. Don't do anything stupid.” 
Eddie flipped him off as he slumped back onto the couch. He's been utterly miserable since you broke it off with him. He didn't understand what he had done to make you turn on him like that. His brain wouldn’t stop replaying the moment you said goodbye to him. Searching for some kind of sign to see where he went wrong hoping that he could find a way to fix this. It made sleeping incredibly difficult when all he saw was you walking away from him. Thankfully beer helped dull the pain. At least a little bit. Sighing he grabbed his beer again, guess he just had to wait until Steve got back. 
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Twenty minutes later Steve pulled his old BMW into the back parking lot of the bakery, stopping his car next to yours. At least your car was here. That was a good sign right? He practiced his argument in his head as he got out of the car, quickly moving through the lot, and into the kitchen of the bakery. He just hoped you were willing to talk to him.
“Hey ladies,” He smiled as he walked towards the stairs that lead up to the second floor. “Has she come down yet?”
“Oh… she's not here.” Tiffany said as she placed the piping bag in her hands down. The cookies could wait a moment. 
“What?” Steve asked, his brows notched together, hands landing on his hips. “Her car is here… Is she gonna be back soon? I can wait.” 
“We don't know when she'll be back.” Ada shrugged half heartedly as she placed some muffins on a display tray. “Her dad's guy. Fuck. Tiff, what’s his name?”
“Oscar,” She sighed. 
“Yeah, Oscar came by a couple days ago and she hasn't been in since. She's at her dad's place. Said it was some kind of family emergency but didn’t go into detail. Do you know what it is?”
Shaking his head, ran hand down his face in frustration. “No. I don’t know anything. I'll figure it out though. Thanks ladies.”
“Steve…” Tiffany said in a voice he couldn't read, stopping him in his tracks as he moved towards the door again. “Something happened before she left. Her and Ada came in from the bar that Monday and were in good moods but her dad was here waiting in the office for her. Once she went into the office that changed. When her dad left, she left not long after and she wasn't herself. He did something and I don't know what. All last week she was off. She called on Monday though that’s how we know where she is.”
“Shit. Okay. I’ll go talk to her.” Steve said with a nod. Giving a quick goodbye he left the kitchen and headed out towards the parking lot to his car. Looks like he would be making a trip up to Indianapolis. 
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Your cousin stared up at the large house as he pulled into the driveway. The house always looked cold to him, like his own parents' home. But it held memories for him, mostly happy ones. Ones he made with you and Nana. Turning off the car he pulled the key out and stepped from the driver's seat, closing the door behind him, before he started up the walk to the front door and rang the doorbell. He only waited a few minutes before Alice the housemaid opened the door. “Hey Alice.”
“Steve!” She smiled at him, opening the door wider to allow him in. “Haven’t seen you in a while. How are you doing?”
“I’m doing okay. You?” 
“Good good. Here to see Y/N?” She asked as she closed the door once he was inside out of the heat. When he nodded she pointed him in the direction he’d find his cousin. “She’s in the dining room. Looking at wedding details.” 
“Wedding… details?” Steve asked, confused as he looked over at the room in question. 
“You don’t know?” Alice asked with wide eyes like she let a secret slip. “Y/N is engaged to Peter Malloy.”
“What?" Steve snapped his head back to Alice. "Since when?" 
"Since Monday night."
"Fuck. Excuse me." He said before he started to move farther into the house calling back a thanks as he marched into the room. He stopped as he got into the room looking you over in shock. You didn’t look like yourself. Your hair was styled differently and your whole outfit all the way down to your heels screamed business man's wife. You were staring at three different colored linen napkins as you fiddled with a set of pearls that sat around your neck, Nana’s pearls, your large diamond engagement ring practically blinding him when the light hit it. Anger swelled in his chest at you. “What the fuck?! You break up with Eddie and then get engaged days later?!”
“Steve?” Your head snapped up to look at him as he started moving closer to you. Confusion is clear on your face. “What are you doing here?”
"I came to talk to you." Up close he noticed how tired you looked, the slight hollowness to your cheeks that wasn't there before worried him, it was like you haven’t been taking care of yourself, and he could barely make out a small healing bruise on your cheek bone. His hand went up to touch your cheek. “What the fuck happened?”
“It’s nothing…"
"That doesn't look like nothing."
"It's fine, Chippy, just drop it.” You knew if you told him you would cry and you didn't want to lose it in front of him so you thought maybe you could distract him. Turning you grabbed two of the three different color napkins and held them out for him to see. “I'm glad you're here though. You can help me. This one is ivory and this one is more of an off white cream. There’s also just a white one but I don't know if I like that one very much.”
“What are you doing?” Steve asked quietly, confused by this whole situation. You weren’t acting like yourself. “You’re engaged to Malloy? You hate that guy.”
“He’s… not that bad once you get to know him.” You said your voice started to shake as you looked up at him. When he didn’t say anything, anxiety rolled in your chest making it feel tight. Your hands were trembling as you looked down at the linen. "Please Chippy… Just pick one."
Your cousin looked at you before he took the napkins out of your hands, throwing them on the table. “Talk to me. This isn’t like you. You were happy with Eddie. What happened?”
“I can- I don’t want to talk about it.” You said turning away from him quickly to look at dinner plate options, your bottom lip quivering just a bit. Moving one away from the others into a reject pile. “This one is ugly.”
“Birdie I-”
“Steve please just…” You shook your head. 
“Talk to me. I’m worried about you.” 
He watched your breathing start to pick up, you were wringing your hands in front of you as you thought for a moment before you dropped them, your mind seemed to be made up. Quickly you moved to the dining room doors pulling them away from the walls so you could close them quietly. Once the doors were secured you turned and rushed back to him, your heels clicking on the wood flooring the only sound in the room for a moment. “My dad is blackmailing me into marrying Peter.”
“What?!” Shock covered his features. His voice was a little louder than he anticipated.
“Shhhh!” You hissed at him before looking at the door making sure no one was going to walk in and ask what happened. Glancing back at Steve you started to explain. “I don’t know how, but he was able to get Eddie’s old criminal record and finances. If I don’t do what he wants he’s threatening to release them to the public and ruin Eddie’s image and everything he worked so hard for. He has everything Steve.”
“Jesus Christ…” Wiping his hand down his face he looked around the room like someone was going to pop out at you both before he turned back to look at you. “What does he know exactly?”
“He knows about when Eddie went to jail for possession and dealing, he knows about Chrissy dying, and he knows that…” You took a deep breath. “He knows that Eddie's been paying child support for the last four years.”
“Child support?” Confusion bloomed on his face making his brows drop down over his eyes a little as the space between them bunched up a bit. “Eddie doesn’t have any kids.” 
“That’s what I told him but he showed me the papers Steve! It’s all there. He’s been paying a thousand dollars a month to someone named Abigail... something.”
“Fuck.”
“That’s why I did it. That’s why I broke up with Eddie. I had to keep him safe from my dad.” You said tears in your eyes as you looked up at him. “I had to keep all of you safe. If he could look into Eddie’s past; there's nothing keeping him from looking into everyone else's and finding skeletons that he could use to his advantage. Even yours Steve.” 
It took Steve a long time to get a breath in as he contemplated everything you told him. Putting his hands on your shoulders he squeezed them a little. “Come with me. We’ll go back to the bar and tell Eddie everything. You don’t have to do this.”
“I can’t just leave.” You shook your head at him. “If I do, dad will know I said something and release everything. There’s an engagement party tonight and I have to be there for it. It would be suspicious if I didn't go.”
“I’m not just going to leave you here to deal wit-” 
The door opened cutting Steve off mid-sentence making him drop his hands from your shoulders as Peter walked through the dining room doors. “Why are the doors closed Sweetheart?”
You flinched at the pet name. You hated it when he called you that. It sounded gross coming from him, only Eddie could call you Sweetheart. Ignoring his question you looked over at Peter as he got closer, forcing a smile onto your face. Clearing your throat you gestured to your cousin, “Steve stopped by for a visit.”
Steve narrowed his eyes at Peter when you flinched. 
“Ah! Steve!” Peter said with a smile as he wrapped one arm around your waist pulling you to his side and holding the other out for Steve to shake. “It’s nice to see you again. I was hoping you would stop by. You’re so important to Y/N, I was hoping the two of us could get to know each other more. Since we’ll be cousins soon and all. Did you come to help with wedding details?”
“Not originally,” Steve said, shaking the man's hand. His grip might have been tighter than necessary before he turned his head to look at you, his face was calm but his eyes said something different. “But I’m here to help. All you have to do is ask. You know that right?”
Your throat closed around your words as you tried to speak but when nothing came out you just nodded. Tears were still in your eyes as you looked away from Steve back at the table full of last minute things. 
“That’s great!” Peter smiled as he looked down at you. “It’ll be nice for her to have some help. The little lady’s been pretty stressed out the last few days since the engagement. Luckily my mom and Evelyn took care of all the big things, right babe?”  His gaze moved back up to Steve as one of his hands came up to gesture at him like he just had a greatest idea. “Hey we should get together sometime, maybe at that bar you work at, get to know each other. Y/N tells me you were co-captain of your swim team in high school. I was also on the swim team in school. I was the captain though.”
Steve gave a noncommittal sound that could be misheard as interest but knowing Steve like you did that was his 'I don't care' sound. 
Glancing between Peter and Steve you give your cousin a serious look as you clear your throat to break the quiet tension. “Steve has to get going unfortunately. You have to open the bar soon, right?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” Steve nodded, thankful you had given him an out. The sooner he gets back to the bar the sooner he can get Eddie up to speed. And maybe confront him on that kid bullshit. “I’ll have to check my work schedule to see if I have a free day soon to… hang out.”
Peter dug into this pocket to grab his wallet and went through it for a moment before he pulled out a card and handed it to Steve. “Here’s my card. Got all my info on it. Give me a call when you find the time or if you get into legal trouble.” 
Steve looked down at the card and then back up to Peter. Surprise evident in his eyes, “You’re a lawyer?”
“The best in Chicago.” He looked proud of himself. 
Your cousin’s eyes narrowed slightly at your new fiancee, he was a lawyer and is keeping you hostage in a forced engagement… Did he know about the blackmail? Being a lawyer didn’t he know that all of this was highly illegal? “I’ll be sure to call you. Birdie, let me know if you need anything okay? Anything at all.”
“Okay,” You nodded, giving him a little smile. You knew what he meant. Call him if you need to run. 
“Oh shit, I know you have to work but if you get off early enough you should drop by the Conrad tonight. We are having our engagement party there. I’m sure Y/N would love to see you.”
“Yeah maybe.” Steve nodded his head putting the card in the pocket of his pants. “Saturdays are one of our busy days. I don't know if my boss will let me off at such short notice.”
“Your boss is that Munson guy right?” Peter asked, looking thoughtful before he started to chuckle. Oh how you wanted to punch him in his smarmy little face. “I hope there’s no hard feelings between him and I… But you know how it is. The best man wins in the end.” 
“Uh.. yeah.” Steve said with a small nod before he pointed to the door. “I should go.”
“I’ll call you.” You said as he hugged you tightly. Giving you the comfort that you’ve been needing that last few days. You felt sick again as you watched him leave, there goes your only hope of things going back to normal. Maybe now you would have the balls to call Mr. Christianson and actually talk to him. End this once and for all.
“Have you picked out the napkins you wanted?” Peter asked, bringing you out of your thoughts as he turned to look at the table full of items. 
“I was thinking the cream would be nice.” You quietly said pointing at it. You didn’t give a fuck about napkins.
Peter laughed then and shook his head using his fingers to grab the linen and toss it into the reject pile. “No. That would clash with the colors mom and Evelyn picked out. Plus, it would look like a giant pad of butter on your pretty white dress. We’ll stick with the white.” 
Closing your eyes you took a deep breath to calm yourself as you nodded slowly, muttering a quick, “Of course. How silly of me.”
“It’s alright babe. Sometimes you just need a man to make the final decision.” He smirked at you as he turned to walk out of the door slapping your ass as he went. “See you tonight!”
Anger coursed through your veins as he left. You wanted to scream. Wanted to throw something. Anything. Looking at the table filled with wedding things you grabbed the closest thing to you, a pretty porcelain dinner plate and chucked it across the room. The shattering sound it made calmed you a little as you felt a bit of your anger leave as you took in shuttering deep breaths. The white dish lay in pieces on the floor, broken, much like your life.
“What was that?!” Alice said as she rushed in to make sure you were okay. Worry in her eyes.
“It slipped.” You said dully before you looked over at her hoping she would just leave it at that.
Nodding her head, Alice looked at you in understanding. “I’ll go get the broom then.”
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Getting back into his car, Steve stared at the house that once held so many memories for him. Playing with you as kids in the backyard or in the living room, family Christmas parties, birthdays, cuddling on the couch with Nana between you two as she read you both a book. It wasn't heaven but it was always nice.
But now Steve saw it for what it really was. A prison. And you were a prisoner, trapped in your own solitary confinement. Shoving his keys into the ignition of his car, Steve turned it on and backed out of the long driveway. He had to get back to the bar and hopefully find Eddie sober enough to hear what he had to say. And clear headed enough to call his fucking lawyer.
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That poll is so hard to vote for cause on one hand, it feels like Tiff would fit the best because of her incredibly unreliable narration matching Ted's while it would still be a subversion of the original because of the reason why she's unreliable(rose tinted glasses and extreme devotion to BE as opposed to the stuff Ted's got going on) and her pov on and relationship with BE would just be so fun to see explored and the horror of the situation being a subtle thing thats swept under the rug could be so cool.
But on the other, Evan would also kinda match with the original due to his open emotional distance and disconnect from the girls, AND it would bring a lot of fun, fresh stuff! Seems like Evan is the one who pays most attention to AM, and seeing what's happening there from his pov would be so interesting! He, just like Ellen if she would've narrated could bring up how things like being the only one of the opposite sex and gender in the group and (from what we know from the short story at least) only dark skinned person would like.. idk change perspectives on things?? I'd also love to find out more about him!
Oh, not to mention Naomi!! Having narration that is pretty damn reliable would make worldbuilding and exploration much easier and she's also got that disconnect due to her age and crystal clear memory, being able to see things as they are and were could be really refreshing in a ihnmaims universe and i really want to know what her whole deal is! Being born toward the end of the war must've made quite a difference to how a person would process everything, Ted's whole "I'm youngest so my experience is different because i barely had time to live as an adult before the nukes" wouldn't have shit on someone who wasn't even like... done w puberty.
Ooooh they'd all make for such fun narrators 😭 It's really too bad that writing takes so much time and effort or it would've been amazing to see all three's povs! I still don't know what to vote for or how the results are looking so far but im really looking forward to seeing what the results will lead to!
Maybe you have a character you have the most ideas for or would like to write most? Cause if so, that'd def help me choose what to vote.
Sorry for the wall of text(would you believe me if i said i wanted to write more? This is me trying to show restraint, didn't even write about the potential AM could have as a narrator), and i hope you have a good day!
Okay so first off, I love-love-love this response. You have such fun perspectives on these silly little au characters of mine and it makes me a little sad that you didn’t write anymore cause I definitely would have read it, especially what you were thinking about what an interesting narrator AM could be.
As to which character I have the most ideas for, is such a difficult thing to answer cause well I have so-so many. But I do want to put them out there for you so here they are:
Tiffany: narration wise, I imagine the stuff she says can and does come across as nonsensical and border line trigger happy, however sometimes she occasionally lets something slip that clues into her true feelings and that a part of her may indeed be aware of the gravity of the groups situation, however she shuts it down as she has severe attachment issues and cannot fathom how she could possibly survive without BE. Another thing I pictured is that she very often quotes the bible and other religious texts, as BE doesn’t present herself as machine and genuinely as a divine entity. I also have been toying with a scene similar to the one in the radio drama, where AM is talking to Ted about bumblebees and getting high r something. Where it is set up as the reverse. BE showing Tiff the horrors of what the radiation and world has come to (in a way that is seriously deceptive) and claiming that all she has to do is snap her fingers for it to return. It would definitely read as a story where there is total tonal whiplash from one scene to the next, so that is something to consider.
Evan: I have come up with so many pasts for all these survivors before they were “rescued” by BE, however one thing to note is that I don’t really think of these characters as just “genderbent versions of the originals”. Evan is one of the key examples of this, as in this au he is technically the original Ellen’s older brother, however he left home when she was around 12-13ish, as he didn’t like the life, college and job his family set out and tried to push him into. Unlike Ellen who was a successful engineer, who may have been a hopeless romantic based on the original text. Evan was and very much still is kind of a massive party animal. I picture him very punk but like the old kind of punk. Like he was the kind of guy to go motorcycling around the country (even into war-devastated bits, cause it was a thrill), he went to underground clubs and concerts, and sure as heck slept around and had no shame in it (both women and men if you are curious). He doesn’t want to get sentimental, he wants to live his life on the edge and BE doesn’t allow that. He constantly tries to upset her, get some kind of intense reaction from her. He tries to escape, he kicks and tries to tear open parts of her internal network. This man has tried to kill Gloria (Gloria kind of deserves it thou) and the only reactions he gets from BE is her finding him cute, amusing, or as if he just needs to be put in a corner to calm down for a bit. Truthfully he is someone who just wants to go back and experience life again, recognising that BE’s utopia isn’t living and refusing to buy into it.
Naomi: I won’t lie, Nimdok is so boring in the og story, and they definitely tried to do “something” with him in the game. I don’t like it, again different ramble. So like Evan, she is a different person. Like you said she has barely started puberty and because of BE neither her body or even her mind has really aged in anyway and she is horribly aware of this. Due to the war she has had her childhood taken from her, but now because of BE she shall never experience adulthood or growing up. Her memory hardly anything particularly helpful. She remembers exactly what BE did to the others when they first got brought to the compound, she has seen what goes down in the labs, she knows what pills are and aren’t sleeping pills, developing a habit where she will pretend to take one and spit it out if she is able to. As stated in the survivors master post, she knows BE’s blind spots and will often go there on her own. Not really to do anything, just kind of sit around. Further more, she and Evan have a way of communicating, number of blinks, which fingers moved when you spoke to them, that kind of stuff. Still she doesn’t want to escape, she knows she’ll die if she does, generally she acts more like a mediator in the group. As a narrator, I did have this idea for a few odd habits she has learned over the years. Example is that she constantly counting, time and routine is import to her, as she notices when something is wrong and that freaks her out. She also has this habit of just staring at the others for very long periods of time, especially Gloria. She clearly remembers seeing her on tv during her old life, and also remembers how she attacked her when Naomi attempted to mention it to Gloria.
Writing does take so much effort, especially for me, cause truthfully I’m always jumping back and forth on what I’m working on. On top of this au and the fic, I’m also in the process of finishing the final script and sketches for a different web comic I’ve been planning for a while, as well as a completely unrelated world building project that I’ve been at for two years now. Anyhow!! Tell me more please
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walkiingcandle · 2 years
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Hello there! Can u do an Otis, bubba, Thomas, baby, Vincent, and Bo headcannon on how they'd react to a Halloween obsessed partner? Like, decorating first day of September, making a bunch of sweets, refusing to wear summer clothes while it's still baking outside, (basically me rn). (Also I don't remember if u said any1 from the chucky franchise in ppl u write but if u can add tiffany thay would be cool)
YESYEYSYEYS OMG THANK Y9U
I am currently decorating my bedroom for Halloween LMFOAHR but I'm the same way😭
ANYWAYS,,,, here's your Headcannons :)! I hope you enjoy <3!
Slashers X Halloween Obssesed! Reader
🎃(Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Tiffany Valentine!)🕯
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Otis Driftwood 🍂
Otis and you have a mutual love for the spooky season!
He frequently finds you in the kitchen, Halloween themed utensils and apron making some sort of spooky theme treat !
he enjoys the Frankenstein rice Krispy treats :)
He won't help you make the halloween decor but he will help put them up!!
He makes you spooky theme art!
The first time he seen you wearing fall clothes in the Texas heat, he ignored it, it is your choice after all
that's until you have a heatstroke
he cares a little more, fearing for that to happen again.
you and him will makes costumes together :)
10/10
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Baby Firefly 🍁
Another one who would be a amazing Halloween partner :)
Unlike Otis she would help you make decorations and sweet treats!
she enjoys replicas of the Pillsbury Halloween cookies !!
you two would make spooky decor out of old toys and hang then around the house!! both inside and out :)
now for the outfits,,
she would be concerned but wouldn't wanna make you feel bad so she would hold off, maybe keeping water and something to cool down with on hand:) (like a wet wash cloth!)
defo more concerned than otis
the moment you have a hear stroke? she will try and convince you to wear something lighter :)<3
11/10 love her fr
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Bubba Sawyer 🎃
sweet boy
I feel the Sawyers didn't go above and beyond for holidays, kinda the bare minimum
so when you came along?
and you loved Halloween?
bubba may not understand at first but he supports it! till it gets really spooky :(
he will help you make decor out of bones and anything else! :)
he will also help you place them somewhere where you may not be able to reach yourself!!!
he l o v e s helping you bake treats
his favorite is blood brain pie (food dyed red apple pie:))
he gets very very concerned with how you dress in the heat!
will try to pursue you into something cooler so you do not pass out during chores or through the day!
10/10 love him sm
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Thomas Hewitt 🔪
Another supportive slasher!!
he would l o v e coming back and seeing you Making something on the kitchen or crafting a new decoration!
The family may not let you go all out in the rest of the house tho :( a few nick nacks are okay!
Thomas would love if you went all out in your shared bedroom :)
he is happy if you're happy
loves sewing you little pumpkins or ghosts
loves making you things in general
in his free time he helps you bake
his favorite would probably be zombies breath (blue drink w dry ice in it) <3
he loves watching old Halloween films with you
would be extremely concerned with your attire in the texas heat
water and cool rag on hand 24/!
12/10 I love love love love love him<3333
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Vincent Sinclair 🕯
He isn't a huge Halloween fan, he enjoys the more calms holidays ! (valentines, Easter, ect.)
but he loves that you enjoy it so much :)
definitely helps you with decorations as much as he can, not knowing how many they had lying around
I doubt the sinclairs had decorated much anyway :(
he'd make you spooky themed wax figures, paintings, drawings, ect!
he loves when you bring him down your newest batch of spooky treats!
his favorite is probs cookies as well :) keeping it simple!
Ambrose I believe chills off around fall so your attire don't really concern him!
he wears the same thing like sigh
if it doesn't
he may get worried
even though he wears that sweater 24/7 around hot ass wax🙄
9/10 -1 bc he has no room to talk abt attire during hot weather (love him tho mwah<3)
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Bo Sinclair 🕸
he doesn't really like Halloween as much as you do
it's kinda like "okay? cool?" kinda mood with it
would not help you make decor or sweets
would eat the sweets tho and hang the decor (if you asked nicely)
his favorite sweet is probably booberry pie !!
he enjoys when you make him something and bring it down to the station
he will watch any spooky film they have on vcr with you! nice beer, you cuddled up to him, a film playing? sounds nice to bo
he won't really care about your attire he wear long sleeves all the time so it don't matter to him
7/10 for not making treats and decor:(
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Tiffany Valentine 🕷
she loves Halloween and you can't tell me different.
will make sweets and help decorate the trailer with you :) even tho the place is basically decorated for Halloween all year round!
she loves seeing you make some sort of new spooky dish or beverage
her favorite is probs witches brew (drink)
she would take you Halloween costume shopping and watch movies with you !
she dont really care about the fall clothes !
it seems to get fall weather where she is based so she thinks it is a good thing!
11/10 love Tiffany sm omg mwah <3
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I'm sorry if these weren't what you wanted :( I tried my best but I hope you enjoyed and thank you for sending this in 💗 have a good spooky season!!!🪰
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lala1267 · 11 months
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Crazy in love (Part 1)
Summary: you first met elvis when you were young and innocent but you were 19 now, you were wild and crazy, you were partying all night and sleeping all day, you were a underground singer that was slowly rising to fame. Elvis wanted you on his show.
Warnings: smoking, bullying, partying. lmk if I missed anything.
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I was born into a working class family, we were living I poverty, my mother and father could barely afford the rent for our shit house that was falling apart. My name was Riley Jean. During my childhood I was always getting bullied. It all started when I was nine years old. I had natrual blonde curly hair, I wasn't insecure of it, I loved it actually that was until a group of girls made comment about it. I remember there exact words.
"Ew why does your hair look like that, you freak!" I snapped straight back at them,
"Why are you so mean, your momma did a bad job of raising ya!" The girls all looked at eachover before walking up to me. The leader of the group came right up to my face.
"Don't talk about my momma freak." She said through her teeth before pushing me on the concrete floor. They all ran off giggling whilst I lay on the floor crying. I later found out that the girls name was Lora, she was a petite straight-haired blonde with a major attitude problem
Lora and her group bullied me all throughout high school. Since I was poor all of my family were working, including 14 year old me. I worked as a waitress at a local diner. Lora and her group had walked into the diner, I locked eyes with her as my heart turned grey. I instantly ran to the kitchen to beg my manager to serve someone else. He didn't care, he didn't like me. He made me serve food to the girls who have been bullying me for years. I walked up to their table, I could hear my heart pounding against my ribcage. I walked up to them, all of there baby blue eyes looked me up and down before they all started to giggle. I had a job to do so I did what I usually did.
"Welcome to Tiffany's Diner I am your waitress today, what would you all like" I said trying my hardest to put a fake smile on. Lora was the one to speak since she was the leader.
"We will all have a salad, you should aswell mabey then you will get a boyfriend" all of the group started laughing as my face went bright red. I still hadn't lost all of my baby fat but I wasn't a big girl. Whilst they were laughing I walked away holding my stomach trying to cover the chubbyness. I anxiously waited for the chef to place the sales on the side for me to take back to the girls. I watched as the chef placed the salads on the metal surface, my breath quickened as I whispered to myself,
"Just suck it up, stop being a pussy"
I took the plates in my hands and some resting on my fore arm. I walked over to their table. I placed all of the plates on their table before saying,
"Have a good meal, I will be back to collect the plates"
"Damn right you will" Lora said as all of them started to frantically laugh again.
I speed walked away trying to hide my now bright red face. I made my way to the staff toilet. I pulled the toilet seat down so I was able to sit on it, I sat down whilst my foot tapped the tile floor. A tear dropped down my cheek causing my mascara to be messed up. I had stole my mother's pack of cigarettes earlier that day, I hadn't got the courage to light one and smoke it. I had heard that smoking cigarettes takes stress away, that was why people smoked it. After about a minute of thinking, I reached in my work uniform pocket and pulled out the fresh pack of cigarettes. I carefully removed the plastic and opened the small cardboard box whilst my fingers were shaking. I pulled out a cigarette and I reached to pull out a lighter from my pocket that I had also stole. I put the cigarette to my lips and lit it. Big mistake. I inhaled the smoke a few times before I finally calmed down and had the courage to go back out there, I finished the cigarette, I had almost forgot that I had to go back out to the girls when my manager shouted me to hurry up. I quickly threw the cigarette out of the window onto the concrete, I sprayed myself in my cheap perfume attempting to get the cigarette smell of me. When I was done I walked out to the girls with confidence, I took there plates looking each and every one of them dead in the eye. Then confidence was stolen when I walked away and Lora had stuck her foot out infront of me, I fell face first onto the black and white tile floor. I heard all of the giggles behind me as I saw the plates in front of me smash on the ground. Whilst Lora's freinds were laughing, Lora had leaned over to get to my level, she whispered in my ear,
"I didn't like your confidence" I looked at her face that was caked in makeup whilst tears ran down my eyes. My co-workers had ran out to see if I was ok, I just pushed past all of them and ran until I got to a place I always loved. I ran until I got to a lake I swam in every summer. I wanted to swim until I couldn't anymore. I stripped off until I was in just my white bra and panties. I walked into the lake until I was neck deep, I elegantly swam around. I was singing a calm song until I heard a group of people that were slowly getting closer. I couldn't get out because my bra and panties were definitely see through now that they were wet. I anxiously waited hoping that whoever the people were just walked passed. I saw a group of boys that looked around my age or mabey older emerge from the grassy pathway. My heart was beating faster than ever. One of them seemed to notice me, he was about to notify his freinds of the strange girl in the lake when he saw me mouthing the word 'no'. He just nodded before saying something to his freinds,
"Hey you guys carry on walking, I will catch up" when his freinds were out of site he walked up to the edge of the river.
"You ok?" He asked raising one eyebrow.
"Ye I'm fine I'm just startled, not alot of people come here." He nodded in an understanding way before talking.
"Well, why are you swimming here on your own?" I hesitated before I replied.
"I just like swimming" he looked at me and smiled.
"I need to go now" I attempted to emerge out of the water before I froze. My underwear was definitely see through. The boy looked at my in confusion.
"You gonna get out or what?" I looked at him and gulped.
"Uhm, can you not look whilst I get out if that's ok"
"Of course honey" he put his hands over his eyes. I stood up out of the water. My breasts on full show and my lower half. The boy opened his eyes, discreetly admiring my figure. I didn't notice. I put my work uniform back on.
"You can open your eyes now" I said shyly.
He opened his eyes with a shocked expression on his face,
"Wait you work, how old are ya?"
"I'm 14" his face dropped in shock. But he just nodded.
"How old are you" I asked out of curiosity.
"17" I nodded to his statement.
"What's your name honey?" He asked me.
"Riley Jean"
"That's a real cool name" he said with a smile on his face before continuing.
"I'm Elvis Presley" I nodded with a smile.
An hour had passed and we were still talking, but I needed to head home.
"Elvis I need to go home, my mamma will be real mad if I'm late"
"Ok" I got up and began walking, I turned around to give him a flirty smile. He blew me a kiss back.
That was years ago, now I was 19 and I was beginning to make a name for myself as a singer. I was singing at clubs, pubs, and party's. People started asking me to sing at their wedding's. But I didn't compare to Elvis who was now famous and rich. I hadn't thought of him for years even when I saw him on the TV I knew it was him, I just wanted to focus on my career not some boy I had a conversation with when I was 14.
I had to be getting ready for my first TV appearance, I was going to be on a show were they showcase some up and coming singers. It was a crappy little TV show that not much people watched, but it was still TV so it was important. I had put my straightened hair up in a messy 60s updo with a white headband. I put on a pair of cheap flare jeans and a old crop top that I have had since I was 16.
I was called to go in stage, but no one told me there was a crowd, a real life crowd. My heart had quickly began pumping faster, my hand shaking as I heard my name be called.
"Riley Jean up next please" the audience applauded as i walked out forcing a smile on my red face. I grabbed the microphone and pulled it up to my red lipstick covered lips, I turned to look at the band behind me and nodded at them to start playing. The music started playing at a slow pace, I began to sing, my voice was shaky and quiet. It was off to a bad start until I had mentally blocked the audience, I imagined that the audience wasn't there. My voice gradually grew louder, my foot started tapping, my confidence was rising. I was thinking of my highschool bullies and the anger I felt towards them, I channeled my anger into confidence. Soon I was dancing freely on the stage, my voice sounded angelic yet so powerful, as I sang the slightly sexual lyrics to the song I swayed my hips, touched my body and whipped my hair. I had to sing an extremely high note next, I began dancing and jumping more energeticly than I already was, the song kept on building up until I bent my back to look up at the ceiling before dropping to my knees all whilst hitting that note perfectly, I yelled the lyrics into the microphone so powerfully. As the song came to an end I lifted my head up and held my arms out before giving a bow to the audience. I didn't even realise how well I did until I heard the audience roar my name and cheer for me, some men even whistled at me. Sweat was dripping from head onto the wooden stage. The TV host came up on stage hugging me and congratulating me. That was the night that changed my life.
It had been a week since my jaw dropping performance and I was rapidly gaining fame, paparazzi followed me everywhere, I was in the newspapers, I was invited to lots of TV shows and famous singers wanted me to be the opening act of there shows. I was at my new house that I had brought with my money. I was looking through all of my files, the papers had the list of TV shows I was wanted on and the list of artists that wanted me to be a background singer or be an opening act to a show. I was scanning the names until I saw a familiar name. "Elvis Presley?" I said to myself. Elvis was now turning 23 he was famous and had performed infront of huge crowds. No way he wanted me to be the opening act of his show. I looked at the date stamped next to it, he wanted me to sing at his show next week on a Wednesday. I was brave but I wasn't this brave, could I do it?
I was a party animal, I was partying, smoking, and drinking all night. After only a week of being famous the paparazzi had already snapped a couple pics of me flat out drunk and smoking my cigarettes. So surely Elvis knew this since I was in the newspaper everyday of the week. Why would he want a party girl with a smoking problem on his show that was being filmed on live TV.
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nanawritesit · 1 year
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Sooyoung Girlfriend Headcanons! (fem!reader)
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Okay this is going to be kind of long because I’ve literally had a crush on this woman since middle school 😀
We all know Sooyoung loves her food, so a good 3/4 of your relationship is just spent eating. Even if you’re not out on a date, she’s always munching on something and sharing it with you
That’s actually how you won her over, by constantly bringing her snacks! She fell for you so fast. (Especially if you bring her mint chocolate ice cream 👀)
You also show up on the set of all her dramas to bring her a meal as you know her schedule can get pretty hectic 🥹
You guys also cook and bake together a lot, especially when Soo is stressed from filming and just craves a home cooked meal <3
She cries pretty easily, whether it’s from missing her family or just being overwhelmed by her career, so you’re always there to provide a shoulder for her to lean on
She’s basically your personal stylist, always finding you the best outfits and accessories to wear ✨
Going on walks with her and her four dogs (We stan Cherry, Mori, Suri, and Bori in this house)
Her constantly buying little toys and baby clothes saying, “It’s for our future children”
Her doing funny impersonations of her members to cheer you up when you’re sad 💗
Going to the beach together on hot summer days ☀️
Participating in charity events with her
Sleeping with ear plugs because she sleep talks and snores 💀
The first time you saw her bare face in the morning, you were just in awe of her natural beauty :)
You’re absolutely whipped for her, she’s able to talk you into ANYTHING and get out of EVERYTHING she does that annoys you (As she should 🥰)
You’re constantly teasing each other, but it’s all done out of love <3 We all know how savage she can be, but you won’t hesitate to match her energy
You’ve really helped her overcome her insecurities and see how beautiful she truly is! (It absolutely broke my heart when she said that she didn’t think she was pretty!)
She always attacks you with kisses when you’re cuddling and starts singing “Kissing You”
You: “Soo, what are you doing?”
Her: “Kissing you babaaaayyyy~”
You: “Okay well I have to leave soon and-“
Her: “LOVING YOU BABAAAYYYY”
Her knowing full well that her signature hair flip makes you weak in the knees and CONSTANTLY using it to her advantage 💀
Calming her down after she gets into one of her playful arguments with Taeyeon or Tiffany
Going to her sister’s musicals together as dates 💗 (That family won the genetic lottery fr)
If she’s ever mad at you, she’ll start only speaking in Japanese just because she can 😀 (Assuming you don’t also speak it lol)
Helping her film tiktoks with the girls
Taking showers together, but in a no sexual way where you just relax and help each other get clean… She’ll scrub your back and you’ll wash her hair <3
Letting her sleep on flights because she never gets enough, and assuring her that you’ll get her a snack when the flight attendant comes by with the cart 😂
She’s pretty tall so she’s a big fan of forehead kisses and back hugs 🥰 She also gives the best hugs in the world so you’re incredibly lucky to have access to those 24/7 >:-(
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TW: penetration, oral sex (giving,) nicknames (mommy and mistress,) hair pulling, back scratching, handcuffs, sex toys, pinning down, doggy style and missionary, dirty talk, fondling, blindfolds, showering together, fingering
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this is my favorite gif of her ever omg she’s so fine i’m-
First things first, my girl is a switch through and through
She loves being pushed up against the wall and hoisted up in the air, long legs tangling around your waist as you kiss down her neck
BUT she also loves to pin you down to the bed and loom overtop of you, not letting you go until you address her as mistress
She also has a mommy kink 😳 Loves being called mommy AND calling you mommy
I feel like her favorite position is doggy style… She loves being pounded into mercilessly from behind while you grab a fistful of her hair and fondle one of her breasts
Although when she’s on top, she prefers missionary. She likes being able to see your face when you come undone because of her :)
She’s the queen of dirty talk. She teases you so much in public, twirling a strand of your hair around her finger or running a hand along your thigh under the table, whispering filthy things in your ear (until you take her home and punish her)
Oh and remember what I said about showering together in a nonsexual way? Well, that happens in a sexual way too 💀
She loves watching your breasts press up against the glass as she fingers you from behind, telling you to watch yourself in the mirror as you cum
Also loves to see just how many locations in the house you guys can have sex. In the bedroom, on the couch, over the kitchen counter, in the shower, against the hallway wall, on the washing machine… the possibilities are endless
LOVES using toys. She loves running a vibrator across your nipples and inner thighs while you’re in handcuffs just to tease you, or having you fuck her senseless with a dildo while she’s tied up to the bedpost
She’s a freak in the sheets fr, I’m sorry but I just can’t see her being vanilla 😀
Also, she may be a foodie, but you’re her favorite snack in the world 😳 She’s SO good at oral, being able to make you finish just by eating you out
Likes when you leave scratches down her back
She might be into blindfolds as well, if you’re comfortable with it 👀
She’s honestly down to try a lot of things, but would never pressure you to go outside your comfort zone. As long as you guys have plenty of snacks and drinks as aftercare, she’s happy 💞
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